It wasn't normally difficult to get the elderly man into the tub but his added enthusiasm almost had him tripping over himself to get into the water. "Thank you." Gwen was almost purring. She wasn't surprised at all that he was so enthusiastic. Any man with eyeballs in his skull would be equally cooperative. What surprised half black half Asian was that she was so excited. Even though he was too busy noticing the parts of her body that jiggled to notice, Gwen's hands were trembling when she reached for the wash cloth and liquid soap.

Every day for the last year Gwen had seen and personally bathed Remington's body. It was something he could probably have handled without her help, as sick as he was he could stand on his own. The first time Gwen had volunteered he'd stared at her, much the same way he was looking at her tonight, like she was some kind of miracle. She'd just assumed that it came with the territory. She didn't think she was going the extra mile. She didn't see his body any more than she'd seen the bodies of the men in the nursing homes when she'd been apprenticing or the bodies of the cadavers she'd worked on in school. Right then Gwen saw his body and it felt like the very first time.

Gwen didn't understand how she'd never fully realized that there was a nude man separated only by the slightest bit of cloth. She could feel his body and his reactions as her hand moved over his chest down his belly. She'd never shied away from his manhood before. It was just one more bit of him to be cleaned of no more interest than his toes. Today Gwen hesitated for a moment and then started cleaning down his thighs. The tactile feel of his flesh beneath her fingers was nearly as arousing as the sight of his fully erect cock.

She'd seen it earlier and it wasn't special. It wasn't as thick as Ryan, her boyfriend, probably soon to be ex-boyfriend's cock was. It wasn't as long as her first, John's had been. It wasn't freakish and uncut like Mark's had been. It was utterly normal, maybe a little over six inches but probably a little less. Still at that exact moment it was far and away the most beautiful cock in the entire world. Gwen had never seen anything like it before, Remington's cock was practically glowing. It was hers. This erection belonged to her and she wanted to enjoy it. So the rest of his body was cleaned and rinsed before she turned her attention there.

"Mr. Novak. I need you to relax while I clean your penis." Just saying the word made them smile. She didn't wait for him to respond before she wrapped her bare hands around his cock slowly stroking it with her soapy hands. Gwen tried to keep the illusion up that she was cleaning it, not worshipping it but that was a more accurate term for what was happening. She was worshiping Remington Novak's cock. Every single inch was being etched into her memory. Gwen loved it. She hadn't known it was possible to love a cock before but that was how euphoric it was making her. Remington's cock was somehow hard and soft at the same time. Even in hot bath water it was warm to the touch singing itself over her fingertips. Gwen realized she was nearly panting while she let her thumb trace the veins of his cock. "It's beautiful Mr. Novak."

Gently using Gwen guided her employer to his feet by tugging his cock. Still sitting on the edge of the tub she leaned closer. "Would you mind sir? I've never seen anything so beautiful and I want . . . no I need to taste it." The words just poured out of her mouth and in some way felt almost foreign, like the words weren't coming out of her mouth. There was no way that she could possibly have said those words. It simply wasn't possible so the voice she'd heard was someone else speaking. The only problem with that theory, with that train of thought was that voice was thinking the same thing she was. She did want to taste him.

"Of course." Remington was trembling again. Gwen doubted the man could even remember the last time he'd had a woman. It certainly wasn't in the last year and probably was far longer than that. It made her feel special. This was the first time in years that any woman had been with Remington Novak. When her tongue brushed the tip of his swollen member it lurched. "Oh my!" Gwen's smiled like the cat with the canary and she leaned forward flicking her tongue against it again and watching as it reacted bouncing slightly. With any other man she would have made him beg at this point. With Remington she was suddenly happy he wasn't going to make her beg. She would have begged him, promised him anything he wanted if only he'd let her taste him but the old man didn't realize the power he had. The only thing he did when her lips wrapped around his cock was grip her shoulder with one hand and the reinforced towel rack with the other.

This was the first time in Gwen's life that she'd ever truly worshipped a cock. She'd sucked cocks before sometimes to get a guy off, sometimes to get him ready for her but this was the only time she'd done it for sheer pleasure. It was a singular experience she was having, the slightly salty taste of his cockhead. The way it felt so smooth against her tongue. "It's perfect." Gwen whispered gliding his cock deeper. Each time she went down Gwen took him a little farther down her throat. There was a sudden craving. She had to take him all the way. She had to have him as far inside her as possible. Every part of him that she could devour she had to. It was some kind of mandate and she had no more control of it than she did her own breathing. It was something she had to do. Remington Novak wasn't the first man to experience the back of Gwen's throat, just the first old enough to be her father.

"Huh." Gwen's chest heaved with each breath she dragged in. She didn't understand what he was saying. There were words pouring out of his lips and they had meaning but she couldn't figure them out because the only thing that mattered at the moment was the flesh between her lips. He had to say it twice more and nearly topple over before she realized that he couldn't keep standing any longer. Gwen let him lean on her all the way back to the bed quickly throwing a towel beneath him. Somehow through sheer desperation she'd managed to keep her lips sealed around his cock for all but a few brief seconds of it.

With Remington on his back his rigid cock pointed straight up at the ceiling Gwen felt her priorities shift. She was still driven to devour him, but now she wanted to feel him inside her. "Mr. Novak, sir, I-" There were butterflies swarming in her belly. As strong as the need was she was terrified somehow that he'd reject her. It was a stupid thought and what little part of her was still capable of rational thought knew that she was the one with the power here but she didn't feel powerful. She felt desperate. "I would like."

He consented. Gwen already couldn't remember the words he'd spoken. She only heard him for a moment. When she climbed onto the old man and felt him slip into her the world fell away. There was just his cock and nothing else at all. She was hardly aware of his hands exploring her body. Where Remington's hands were or what babble was emerging from his lips didn't matter to one bit. The only thing that mattered was the rod buried inside her cunt. Gwen was certain somehow that it was searing her insides; it was that hot inside her. "I'm gonna cum! Oh my God, Mr. Novak!" Gwen's orgasm slammed into her so hard she nearly gave herself whiplash when her back snapped to arch. It kept slamming into her over and over again for nearly a minute.

The orgasm freed Gwen from the trance Remington Novak had somehow put her in and brought her back to her focus. Normally it was a good thing when she got off before her partner but the plan here was to get the old man off so maybe he'd sleep through most of the morning before Forrest woke up. She was lucky he'd been drinking well into the early morning if she was lucky he might not wake until noon or later. If she could knock Remington out she could get two whole hours of silence. While she was awake no less.

"Oh Mr. Novak you still haven't given me your cum." She purred in her best porn voice. Between Forrest and Hunter there was a near constant din and Gwen knew this would solve if only for one day. It was worth even before the mind shattering orgasm she'd gotten but that orgasm wouldn't quite be worth if she was just tired and the noise was still there. Two hours of quiet would be worth any indignity she had to face. "Please. I want it." Gwen got to her knees with her face right against his cock the smooth head against her smoother cheek as she spoke. "I want to taste it. Please give me your cum, please!" She felt him pulsing when she locked her lips around his cock head greedily slurping. As soon Remington's slightly salty flesh delighted Gwen's flesh she felt that hunger return.

When Gwen woke up that morning if someone had asked her if she liked cum would have said no. If they asked if she hated it she would have said no. She was indifferent about it to be honest. It was like mucous, maybe a little gross but it didn't have enough flavor to be a problem. It was a pain to get out of your hair but the boys loved doing it so much that it was usually worth, least on the ones you wanted to keep around. She kind of enjoyed the look that boys got when you let them give you a facial or swallowed it but over all she just didn't care.

Then she felt her mouth swell as it was flooded by Remington Novak's semen. The warm cream flooded Gwen's mouth in great spurts. It was more than she could handle at once and it started oozing out from the corners of her lips before she could swallow it. Her tongue quickly snaked out to recover the cum that attempting to escape. That moment was life changing. If someone had asked her as she rolled onto her stomach careful to let her body tan evenly she would have shot them for breaking the blessed silence she'd worked so hard to obtain. Then she would have said yes.

"Thank you Mr. Novak. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." She smiled and stood up. It was surprising; her legs were still trembling beneath her. It made getting her boss back into his clothing a little more complicated than it normally was. "Is there anything else I can do Mr. Novak?" His eyes were fluttering slightly. He shook his head.

Gwen returned to her room just long enough to strip off her uniform. For a moment she'd considered pulling on her bikini but she was probably going to have to get Forrest to quiet down sooner than later so she just went out to the pool. To think about the kind of life she wanted to live.