You’ve got to love any story that ends like this:

“The old guy died a few weeks later. And I never washed the truncheon. I wonder if he got to smell that wonder smell of female cum before he died? I hope so.”

[Later:] The link went very dead, so here’s the whole story:

So I worked for this old guy, he was about 86, and in his bedroom he had a truncheon. Hehe… I’d been eyeing it up for some time. This particular day I was feeling extra horny, and thought “fuck it.”

I went in to the bathroom, slipped off my pants, and sat on the edge of the bath. I was soo wet at the thought of this, so it slipped into my tight cunt nice and easy. I tell you the wooden hardness of it felt fucking amazing. I was fucking myself nice and hard with it and rubbing my clit with my other hand. It didn’t take long before I was ready for a screaming come, and then… I hear footsteps coming up the stairs! “Fuck it,” I thought, “he is deaf, he won’t hear me.” LOL… Well that was it. The thought of getting caught, blew me the fuck away and I think I made more noise than I ever have in my life. Pulls pants back on quick and he is just reaching the top of the stairs. Phew! I didn’t even lock the door.

The old guy died a few weeks later. And I never washed the truncheon. I wonder if he got to smell that wonder smell of female cum before he died? I hope so.

Awwwwwwww fuck… I should have stole that truncheon!