BLUE PILL MEN – Old Man Gets His Dick Wet With Young Escort Naomi Alice

Title: The Wicked Tale of Niagra Falls and Naomi Alice

The grandfatherly figure shuffled into Niagra Falls strip club, his gnarled cane clicking against the floor in a staccato rhythm. Irvin was nearing 82, but his eyes still shone with a mischievous twinkle, as if holding onto a lifetime’s worth of secrets and dirty fantasies. The club’s fluorescent lights flickered and buzzed, illuminating the tacky red velvet curtains that adorned the stage. Irvin chose a booth in the back, keeping one eye on the stage and the other scanning the club for potential companionship.

It didn’t take long for a young blonde to saunter over, her platform heels clicking like taps on a Laurel and Hardy set. Naomi Alice was barely legal, with perky breasts and full, glossy lips that beckoned for sin. She slinked into the booth beside Irvin, crossing her legs to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of tanned thigh.

“Iالدینthing, mister,” Naomi purred, her voice dripping with forced seduction. “What can this little girl do for you tonight?”

Irvin’s grey brows arched suggestively. “Well, Miss Alice… I’m hoping you can help Poppa out with a bit of a predicament. See, my prostate’s been acting up lately, and the doctors say I need to get it drained, if you catch my drift.” Irvin winked conspiratorially.

Naomi paused, her glossy lips pursing in confusion. “Uh, I think there might be a misunderstanding, sugar. I’m an escort, not a doctor.”

“Aha!” Irvin exclaimed, slapping his knee. “I know exactly what you are, young lady. You’re the key to my very own generation gap fantasy.” Irvin leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “How’d you like to make an old man’s day, sweetheart?”

Naomi’s brow furrowed, but her curiosity had been piqued. She leaned in closer, running a perfectly manicured finger along Irvin’s wrinkled cheek. “And just what do you have in mind, gramps?”

Irvin’s tongue flicked out to lick his dry, cracked lips. “Well, it’s quite simple, really. I want you to drain my prostate with your sweet, hungry mouth.”

Naomi sat back, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Excuse me? You want me to what, now?”

Irvin nodded eagerly, his old face flushing with anticipation. “My prostate, dear. I want you to milk it dry, until I’m empty and spent. Can you do that for me, love?”

Naomi’s mind raced, trying to process the old man’s bizarre request. She should have expected something like this, working at a place like Niagra Falls. But still, prostatic prostate drainage wasn’t exactly on the menu. She sighed, resigning herself to the situation.

“Okay, pops. Let’s get this over with.” Naomi uncrossed her legs and scooted closer to Irvin, her hand sliding up his thigh. “But I ain’t making any promises about how it’s gonna taste.”

Irvin grinned, his bright white dentures flashing in the dim light. “Oh, I think you’ll find it quite… *stimulating*, Miss Alice.”

Naomi reached for Irvin’s belt, unbuckling it with deft fingers. She yanked down his pants, revealing a pair of stained boxer shorts and an old, limp penis. Irvin squirmed, clearly embarrassed by his less-than-impressive morphology.

“Fuck, it’s like a prune,” Naomi muttered, wrinkling her nose in disgust. She prodded Irvin’s penis with a finger, watching it twitch in response. “Okay, here goes nothing…”

Naomi lowered her mouth over Irvin’s penis, her tongue swirling around the head in a tentative caress. It tasted of old sweat and stale urine, making her gag slightly. But she persisted, her head bobbing up and down as she worked to stimulate his prostate.

Irvin moaned, his arms flailing wildly as he savored the sensation. “That’s it, my dear. Mmm, your mouth feels divine.” He grasped Naomi’s hair, guiding her head up and down in a steady rhythm.

Naomi clenched her eyes shut, trying to block out the taste and focus on the task at hand. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard on Irvin’s penis as she swirled her tongue over the sensitive spot beneath.

Irvin’s moans grew louder, his body shuddering with each expert touch. “Yes, yes, YES! Oh, my prostate!” He gripped Naomi’s hair tighter, his hips bucking wildly.

Suddenly, Irvin’s moans turned to groans as he climaxed, his secretions flooding Naomi’s mouth. She guzzled it down, trying not to heave, but it was a losing battle. Naomi pulled away with a gasp, coughing and sputtering as she struggled to keep her composure.

Irvin sat back, a smug smile on his face as he watched Naomi retch. “I warned you, my dear. But well done. You’ve drained my prostate like a champ.”

Naomi glared at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “You’re one sick fuck, you know that?”

Irvin just chuckled, tucking his still-hard penis away. “And you’re a hell of an escort, Miss Alice. I think I’ll be back to visit you again real soon.”

As Irvin left, Naomi sagged against the booth, her skin crawling with revulsion. She had never considered herself a prude, but this was a whole new level of depravity. But hey, she had to pay the bills somehow. Life as an escort could be rough, but at least it was never, ever boring.