The Caregiver (F/A)

This is a role-playing story [and includes anal penetration]; whenever my wife and I roleplay, we go all out to make it real. This particular morning, I had stepped out to go to the store, and shortly after, my wife texted me the idea of the roleplay. All the text said was, “I need care today,” and then the initials RP. “Let that ferment in your dirty mind, Anton.”

And this is how it went.

I work as a caregiver for people in recovery after small procedures. My supervisor assigned me to a patient in Austin, Texas; Sasha Benton, a 68-year-old woman needed my services. Apparently, she’d had some minor surgery on her neck and was a little loopy from the medication. She needed the cooking and some housework done and to be bathed.

I knocked on the door and when a woman answered, I introduced myself. “Hello there, my name is Anton, from the agency Loving Care. I’m looking for a Ms. Sasha Benton; I’m her caregiver for today.” My first thoughts were, “Wow, gorgeous. So where is the patient?” I thought it must be her mother that I’d be caring for.

“Ummm, that would be me,” she explained.

I was confused. “There must some sort of a mixup.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, my worksheet says you’re 68.”

“I am.”

I think she saw the shock on my face. “No way. You can’t be 68.  Please excuse my bluntness, but you look around 35.”

“Oh, I do not.” She smiled.  “But thank you.”

“So what would you like done first, Ms. Benton?”

“Please, Anton, call me Sasha. I miss my baths, and with the medication that I’m on, I’m afraid I may slip and hurt myself. Is that too much to ask of a male caregiver?”

“Ms. Sasha, that’s what I’m here for! It’ll be no problem at all.” I hope I sounded professional, but I was thinking to myself that all my  Christmases had come at once.

Ms. Benton showed me to the bathroom.

“Okay, Sasha, I’ll need you to undress.” Sensing a little shyness, I reassured her. “It’s okay;  I’ve bathed many beautiful women.”

“You think I’m beautiful, Anton?”

“Yes, very.”

She gave me a dubious look. “I bet you say that to all your clients.”

“I really don’t. We caregivers all use the code: ‘If it’s true, say it.'”

“Oh my gosh, Anton, you know what to say to woo a woman, don’t you?”

I got flustered. “O-Okay, I’ll get the water ready. How would you like your bath, hot or warm?”

“I’d like a hot bath,” Ms. Benton answered, then walked to the bedroom directly across the hall to undress. I tried not to look, but the mirror in the bathroom faced the bedroom. From the corner of my eye, I saw her undress and stand there completely naked—just for a moment, but it was enough of a sneak peek to stir all sorts of erotic thoughts. Then she put on a robe and walked into the bathroom.

“Your water is ready, Sasha.” I stood behind her as she disrobed. I have never seen a body as beautiful as what lay before my eyes, and I noticed she had tattoos all down her back; they were amazing! She was so slim, so petite yet buxom, and her skin looked so vibrant and fresh that I was amazed. I couldn’t help but become aroused as I guided her into the hot water and noticed her full breasts and perfectly shaped nipples floating at the waterline.

“I hope it’s not too hot for you, Sasha?” I can tell you that it was for me. I hoped she wouldn’t notice my full-blown erection straining against my pants.

“No, it’s perfect!”

I grabbed the loofah and squirted some body wash on it, then knelt beside the tub and began sudsing Sasha’s back. Lifting her hair off her shoulders, I sponged all the way down her spine over her tattoos.

I asked her, “Is this okay?”

“It’s divine,” she sighed.

And it was for me also; I could feel pre-cum nestling on the head of my hardness. How, I wondered, would I handle using the loofah over her amazing breasts?

I had made the mistake of leaving the body wash on the basin, so I had to stand up. As I rose, I noticed her eyes settle on my full erection, outlined under my pants. By the way her eyes widened, I could tell she liked what she saw. I was already uncomfortably aroused, but her response left me at a loss for words.

“Is everything okay, Anton? You look a little flustered.”

“Um, I’m fine. It’s just an occupational hazard.”

“So this has happened before?”

“Yes, but not to this extent.” I grabbed the body wash and knelt back down.

“What do you mean, ‘not to this extent?'”

“Well, you can see to what extent.” I laughed, trying to calm my nervousness.

“Am I sexy? Is that it?” Sasha asked as I soaped up the loofah and began washing her breasts.

“Yes, very,” I answered, and instantly her nipples awoke. They stiffened and became erect as I gently washed her now soapy breasts, paying attention to her aroused state. I watched Sasha’s eyes close, and she bit her bottom lip as my hands and the loofah massaged her full bosom.

“Just relax your body and enjoy the sensations,” I encouraged. “Just relax.” I positioned my hand at the back of her head and suggested she lay it back on the edge of the tub. Now I had a full view of Sasha’s nakedness, and it left me in awe. She was completely hairless, so every detail of her splendor could be seen.

And oh my, what a sight.

Her body defied the age the world assigned it. To my eyes, she looked like a 35-year-old woman with perky breasts and a center so perfect that it looked completely untouched. Her clitoris, erect and poking up above the water, begged for my attention, and I ached to give it.

But this was about my client, not me. I was here to bathe her, and I would give her the best damn bath ever.

I lathered up the loofah once more, lifting Sasha’s nearest leg above the water. As I washed the bottom of her foot, she giggled a little, but I continued around her ankle and up her calf and slender thigh, getting very close to her center. Her clitoris was now very visible, very erect. I glanced at her face; her eyes remained closed and her lips slightly parted. She clearly enjoyed the sensations I was creating within her loins.

I wanted to rub her love button, but I resisted. Instead, I lowered her leg and proceeded to wash the other one in the same way: bottom of her foot, ankle, calf, and then her thigh.

This time, as I neared her center, Sasha slowly parted her legs as if inviting me in.

And I wanted to accept the invitation—so badly.

I slipped a hand under the water and beneath her bum, the buoyancy of her body allowing me to lift her until her smooth vulva broke the surface. Then I held out my other hand and asked Sasha to pour some body wash into my palm. Spreading the cool, slippery liquid over her mound, I made sure an ample amount coated her love button.

As soon as my finger grazed her stiffness, Sasha let out a low, slow moan. I let all four fingers glide over it repeatedly until her body stiffened. She held her breath for a moment and arched her back as an orgasm built. Finally, her body started shaking in soft, light convulsions.

I stayed there, not moving, just enjoying her release and waiting for it to subside.

She let out in the softest, breathy voice, “I have never had such an enjoyable bath.”

“Oh, Ms. Benton, it’s not over. If anything, it’s just beginning!”

“Who are you?”

“I’m your caregiver! Am I not doing my job adequately?”

“Oh, above and beyond, Anton! But what more can you do?”

“I’m not going to tell you, Ms. Benton. I’m going to show you.” I gently raised her to a sitting position and stood up. “Okay, time to dry you off!” I helped her out of the bath and turned her back to me, then dried her shoulders, back, and waist. As my hands dropped lower, I knelt behind her and came face to face with her bum.

And, oh my, what a bum it was.

I dried off her ankles, her calves, and then her inner thighs, then grasped her hips and lightly bit her left cheek, then her right one.

“What are you up to, Anton? I’ve never had anyone pay attention to my bum besides just looking.”

“Don’t be scared. I don’t hurt, I promise; I’m here to please.”

My tongue traveled down the separation of her cheeks, from top to bottom. As I approached the area that I assumed hadn’t been touched by anyone, I parted those beautiful cheeks and gazed at my prize, the skin slightly crinkled and gathered.

I moved in, my mouth covering it.

My tongue found the opening and pushed in slightly. It resisted my intrusion a little, but I persisted till my tongue was deep inside her tight cavity.

A drip from her center hit my leg, speaking of her excitement and surprise at this new sensation. My tongue moved easily in and out, and she started moaning as I brought her closer to orgasm. Then she cried out, surprising me with her knowledge of such profanities. As she came and her legs started to shake, I kept my tongue deep in her, waiting for the spasms to dissipate. I held her hand so she didn’t lose her balance.

It took a moment to regain her breath, but then she said, “Um, Anton, I’m still wet.”

“I was counting on that, Ms. Benton.”

“No, I mean you haven’t dried my front.” Then she added, “And what about you? Don’t you want to, um… need to—how do I say this—finish?”

“Of course, I do.”  I reached for the towel again. “Oh, I see. You think I’m done pleasing you?”

“Really, Anton? Oh my gosh.”

“No, I’m far from done!”

She looks under her arm at me, flabbergasted. “Are you serious?”

“I’m very serious,” I assured her as I turned her to face me. “I’m a stickler for details.”

“Well, I can see that. I’ve never had such an amazing experience.”

Still on my knees, I found her wet center now meeting my gaze. Her clitoris stood erect, begging for my mouth to cover it. I could see droplets of nectar on her inner thighs, which made my cock even harder.

I stood to dry her shoulders, then went over her breasts in slow concentric circles, letting the towel lightly graze her erect nipples. She bit her bottom lip, thrilling at the sensation as they grew harder, then gasped when I leaned in and took one in my mouth while my other hand lightly pulled and tweaked the other. Then I swapped breasts, enjoying the feeling of her nipple lengthening in my mouth.

I licked down the center of her cleavage towards her naval, then lower to her groin. My hard cock begged to be touched, licked… oh my god, anything—any attention. Precum now flowed freely, and I saw her center doing the same. Her clitoris now extended at least an inch. I covered it with my full lips, completely encasing it, and sucked gently, slowly moving my tongue all around it.

Sasha’s hands on the back of my head began to pull me tighter against her. Her moans grew louder as she established a rhythm, moving forward and back over my mouth, gathering momentum. Grinding her center into my face, she pleasured herself using me. She started to orgasm again, dropping her head back as the waves ran through her hot, wanting body.

I drank from her fountain, dripping profusely, my hard cock eager to be inside her. Finally, as she settled, I stood and picked her up by her waist, carried her to the bedroom, and laid her gently on the made bed.

Sasha caught her breath but remained unable to speak for now. She was in a daze, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. As I removed my shirt, unfastened my pants, and let them fall, Sasha’s eyes fixed on the thin underwear covering my hard cock and went wide. She licked her lips as I removed the briefs, and my rigid cock sprang to attention, its tip wet with desire.

When Sasha looked up at me, I saw the desire in her eyes. The way she squirmed told me she wanted my cock any way she could have it. As I came closer to the edge of the bed, she got on all fours and reached forward to wrap her fingers around my shaft and guide it to her mouth. Oh, what an exquisite sight, watching her mouth cover the engorged purple head. I felt her tongue swirl around it.

Then, without warning, she moved her head down the entire length of my shaft till my smoothly shaved balls rested against her chin, her hand cupping and massaging them as my cock slid toward her eager throat. She moaned as the head hit the back, sending vibrations right through me.

Feeling myself edge closer to spilling my seed, I motioned for Sasha to pull her mouth off my cock. Though she did, she looked up at me with puppy dog eyes and pouting lips, whispering, “I want more!”

She stayed on all fours, and I guided her to turn around, her bum pointed toward me and slightly upward. What a truly spectacular view! Her center dripped strings of wetness onto the sheets.

With my cock still covered in her saliva, I slid my hard member deep within her flower, inch by inch. I felt her orgasm as my shaft filled the depths of her, her muscles clenching rhythmically around me. Between each thrust, my shaft glistened with her amazing wetness.

I thought to myself, “I’m going to tease her untouched spot.” I placed the slick head of my cock on the edge of her tight little opening, just bumping it against her a little until suddenly she pushed up against me. Surprisingly, I slid easily into her bum. It wasn’t long before she lost it; another orgasm shook her body.

My balls now felt like they would explode. I lost control and shot at least two thick streams of my man-nectar deep inside her tight bum. Then I pulled out and shot the rest over her tattooed back, the first stream hitting the back of her hair and the rest going halfway up her back. I rubbed it into her skin until it completely disappeared.

Sasha turned to look at me and giggled. “It really is a great moisturizer.”

We then both collapsed into a crumpled mass of flesh. I looked into her dark chocolate eyes and whispered, “Never change, my love.”

I can’t wait until my wife comes up with another role play scene. I mean I really can’t wait!!!!!!