With a sigh, I unlocked the door of my apartment, grunting as I jammed the door open and after using more strength than should be necessary to close and lock it, I threw my worn-out work bag to the side, walked to the bed which was just some steps away and collapsed on it.
My old bones popped as I stretched on the bed, a few groans leaving my lips as I tried to unload the stress of the day and then about 5 minutes later, I pushed myself off the bed.
Turning to the left, I stared at the desktop on my desk for some seconds and with a sigh began undressing till I was left in just my boxers and socks.
I carried my big belly over to the desk and collapsed on the chair infront of it.
I hastily booted up my computer and a minute later, I was online, already on a favored site of mine and typing into the search bar "heart-shaped ass" and then after some seconds of scrolling through the outputted results, I switched to" tall female secretaries in stockings" and then giving up on resisting the temptation within me, I typed in "tall secretary with big heart-shaped butt wearing stockings".
Seconds later, my boxers were down, and after squirting out some oil from a container which had conveniently enough been standing on my desk, I got busy with my little brother, my eyes trained on the tall woman with a black skirt who was making proper use of her mouth.
My name is Marcus Lawson, I am a 50 year old divorced man with an already dead future who has considered committing suicide a couple of times but just doesn't have the spine.
Currently, I work at a small startup law firm as their software engineer, data analyst and technical advisor.
The names of the position and the fact that there are many may paint a good job, but one look at where I stay and the hollow look in my eyes will tell you the story of how much of a shit hole it was, especially its pay.
Started and run by a few young ambitious men who had just finished law school and were now looking to make it big, one could imagine how much money these poor sods would have on themselves, not to talk of what to pay me with.
Though I hated my job, I didn't hate my bosses, after all, one couldn't blame them for choosing to hire a desperate old geezer who had rusty skills they could make use of at half the price it was worth.
If anyone was to be blamed it would be me, me for getting married to a gold digger and losing all I had worked for in my life. Stupid me.
Fapping after work is not a thing of mine. Well, it's no longer a current thing of mine since it was something I dreadfully engaged in in my less older days.
"I guess the old age finally kicked in."
My hormones stopped ragging in me as they used to when I turned 43, my little brother staying dead for nearly 7 years till about some months ago when I walked into this dinery and met this gorgeous waitress.
Annita Slom was the name of the young woman and just like my searches she was tall, wore white stockings and had an ass which drew a marvelous heart when she bent over.
You might be wondering about the secretary part I added in my searches and well, all I have to say is that it's sort of my kink.
Most of the time, wearing clean white shirts that were tucked into their well-ironed black skirt that hugged their lower bodies so perfectly to reveal their slim waist and the way it curved down to their hips and buttocks. The sight of a secretary never failed to light up a fire in me, well that was back in my less older days until recently.
Bored with life and on my way from work I decided to try out a dinery I had never been to, and it was there I saw this young girl who had just gotten back from a presentation at the university bending over to pick a cup which had fallen to the floor, the lady unaware that her skirt had ridden up her thighs and was revealing her crotch to a perverted me who was behind her and had just so coincidentally bent down to tie my loose shoelace.
From that day onward, the image of how Anita's panties grabbed and outlined her pussy, all of this contained in her heart-shaped ass had become stuck in my head.
From that day onward I became her pervy stalker.
With my old body I would go to the dinery on evenings I knew she would be working and I would watch her, using my glasses to hide my dirty gaze.
After a day of watching and memorizing all her body movements I would go back home and though I would try to fight it, in the end, I would end up playing a porn video.
With memories of how Anita bent, how she laughed and touched and how she spoke in my head, I had no need for a porn video, no.
The porn was just there to set the mood while I leaned into my chair and with my eyes closed stroked my dick to the thought of Anita's lower lips enveloping my dick, her beautiful lips opened in an O shape as she moaned while bouncing on my little brother.
Though the handwork took some time, soon I felt myself approaching the peak and just as I expected to hit it like every other time and begin coming back down, this time, I found myself going past it, a white light filling my head and all my senses going into overdrive.
"Fuck, am I going to die from wanking. I can just imagine how this story is going to be reported in the news."
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