A Dirty Old Man

There's not a lot of doubt about it now. Harry was finally official, he was a dirty old man. Can you imagine this? Harry never thought about it until now, but circumstances change and he realised it was him, he really was the dirty old man stereotype.

Harry always thought himself a little unconventional, so taking up the Internet when many of his peers were still struggling with their VCRs, wasn't unusual for Harry. As the tech improved, so did Harry's understanding of how things worked. He saw the introduction of broadband, from dial-up, then the expansion of the Web until it became the giant it is now. All through this, Harry followed the fortunes of those initial staples of the Internet, porn and Star Trek.

Porn, he decided was a lot more sophisticated now than it was through the first ten years of its discovery by Harry, twenty-five years ago. The younger people, Harry saw, didn't know that the modern Internet is a really recent development. ADSL had been introduced sometime in the early 2000's, expensive initially, then fiber. It did mean that porn went from collections of images to short, small videos, then to movies. At some point, Harry learned of the existence of cam girls.

Every so often, Harry would find a page full of cam girls, then maybe look at one or two of them. He never understood how they would make money from it, maybe from the tokens viewers would buy some how, but good luck to them, he thought. Usually though, he downloaded videos from those sites that shouldn't have existed, but still do. He got lucky and found a VPN service, he still uses it, but keeps an eye out for any changes to its terms of service. He only wants anonymity, doesn't want any records kept. He's tried things like Linux-on-a-Stick and Tails, but he has never had the skill to make them work. He really does want to keep his privacy.

Harry was looking at some stories on Literotica one day, and he clicked the "Try Literotica Webcams" link. There was no reason to stop and engage any of the girls, but he was always titillated by them. Some are beautiful, some have huge tits, some are willing to do anything. As he scrolled down the page, something caught his eye. He wasn't sure what is was, but the girl on the site, she was fucking gorgeous. Then he saw it, what caught his eye. In the background there was a poster on her wall, just like the one he had bought for his granddaughter. Then he looked at the girl again, Harry's jaw hit the desk.

He couldn't believe it, it was his granddaughter, Sally, being a cam girl from her own bedroom! Jeezzzuuuussss!!!! Hair different, but it was her! Did her father know? Obviously not, she was still being a cam girl. He clicked on the link, wanting to see more. What a fucking pervert, he thought, a voyeur on his own granddaughter. The page loaded and he found that he needed to go through a check, log in, become a member, do all the sorts of things he really didn't want to do. He needed an email, not easily traceable by her. Gmail, he thought, setting up a brand new email under an assumed name. Although it wasn't as easy as that, he still had to link his actual email to the account, as well as his cell number. Dammit, he thought.

Okay, that's settled, now, how does this work? Harry worked through it, realizing that he had to pay for the privilege of watching whatever was happening on her cam. He got it, then registered himself as "DirtyOldMan". Officially then, that was his title. He paid some money and accessed her cam page. He noted her performer's name was Yaz. Harry had no idea where that came from.

"Hello DirtyOldMan, that's a mouthful, what if I call you DOM?" Harry didn't know what to do, "Mm okay, you never been here before have you?" He did nothing, "Just key in a 'Yes' or a 'No' DOM." Ahh, he entered a No. "First time with a cam girl then DOM?" Yes, he entered. "Well this is how it works DOM, you ask me to do something, then pay some coin and when I get it, I do what you ask me to do. Simple." Harry entered, I see. "Yes, you do. If you want me to get naked, that costs you so much, to masturbate, so much more, to use my vibrator, more again." What about another person? Harry asked. "Ahh, that's an entirely different thing. You pay for two people." Okay, he replied.

"'Okay', you want to see me with another person? Now? For a first timer DOM, you're getting right into this." No, I meant okay I understand. "Oh right," she smiled, "I'm here for you DOM, ask me to do something, contribute some coin and I do it." Take your top off, Harry keyed in, wondering how far she would really go. He paid over the right amount of coin and, rather seductively, Sally opened her blouse, then dropped it off her shoulders, letting it fall away. She shimmied around in front of the camera and, with her back to the camera, opened her bra. Sally kept the bra covering her breasts, but then slipped a shoulder strap off, then the other as she was moving. She turned and dropped a bra cup, showing a boob, briefly, then covered it again, then the other, same thing. Deliberately, winding me up, trying to be seductive so I will want to go to the next step. Sally dropped the bra, showing her breasts to Harry. No, not Harry, to DOM, he reminded himself.

What about your shorts? Harry saw an amount appear in the charges dialog box so set about paying it. When done and confirmed, Sally danced, he could see her opening buttons, then flap the short sides showing the zip was right down. Sally again turned away from the camera, presenting her ass, bent over double and had her shorts down to her ankles. Fuck me! Thought Harry.

It wasn't long before he had her naked, writhing on the bed, touching herself, rubbing her hands all over her body. He told her to masturbate and in moments she was spreading her legs, masturbating. While she was doing that she kept up a commentary, asking him to describe his dick. Was it hard? Oh yeah! How big? Six and a half inches. Oh no, could he send a pic? Not tonight but he might be able to arrange something. Was he playing with it? Erm, yeah. So it went. It became a real moment for Harry when he crossed the line. His cock was out, he was playing with it, he imagined it siding inside her shaven pussy.

He then realized, he actually was a dirty old man.

Over the next couple of weeks, Harry deliberately limited himself to one night session a week with Sally, or Yaz. He nearly slipped once, but luckily caught it before he hit the enter key. Each time it got more intense and Harry wanted more. Once, there was another guy and they both asked her to do things like lay on the bed, lift your ass over your shoulders and spread you legs while you have the dildo inside you. He then asked if she would do a full sex scene with someone else on camera? She didn't even raise an eyebrow, but asked "Guy or Girl?" Harry was floored, you'd do a girl on camera? "Yes, I would if you want me to. But it is a private session, just you." It was at that session that he started making screen grabs. He told her to make the arrangements with a girl and he would check his emails for when she was ready.

Sally negotiated a deposit, saying that he had to show good faith, and when was he thinking this could happen. A week? "Sure, next Thursday it is, if she's available. Oh and by the way, I'm still waiting for your dick pic." Oh, okay, I'll email it to you. Over the next two days he took a number of dick pics, he even had one with a ruler showing his actual size, a bit more than seven and a half inches. He Photoshopped a montage but that didn't work, so he sent her two images from different angles of his raging hard on. He had taken the pics while looking at the screen grabs he had made of their latest session. He also asked her, in the email, if she would find some older guy and fuck him on camera?

He soon received an email back letting him know that her friend was quite willing, but it had to be on her cam and gave him the girl's cam address. She also asked how old a guy? By the look of you, he wrote, I would be around a grandfather's age. There was no immediate response. Harry checked his fake email later that evening and he had a reply. Sally had written "If he had a cock like yours, I think I would." Harry's conscience pinged him and he wondered what kind of conversations were these he was having with his granddaughter. He had plenty of pics of her in various stages of undress, nude, of her masturbating, even with a dildo inside her pussy. Harry knew that it wasn't enough, he wanted more so his conscience would have to take a back seat.

On the Thursday evening, Harry logged on to the address given, went to the room he wanted, and there, sitting on a bed was Sally and another girl. She was a little taller than Sally, bigger breasted, but where Sally was dark, this girl was light, blonde hair, fair skin. Sally introduced her as Roxy, and after introductions, Harry said that he would only make a request if he wanted to see something in particular. Otherwise, he would pay up front, and they could make out, then undress each other and fuck to their hearts content. Kiss her, he wrote, make out, show me everything. They kissed, they touched, breasts, faces, legs and their moans began. Clothing began to disappear, and soon they were naked. Harry could see breasts being sucked, fingers disappearing into vaginas, tongues lapping at each other's mons.

Harry knew Sally had done this before with this girl, their actions were too smooth, like they were practiced. He typed in Sixty-Niner! He saw Roxy look directly at the screen and smile. "DOM really is a dirty old man, babe. He wants a sixty-niner." Sally replied, "Well, I'm a filthy female and I really love sixty-niners with you. Hope you enjoy this DOM!" They went into a sixty-niner, with Sally on top. Harry was really turned on to this now, but he only had one camera angle, he would loved to have gotten more. He would love to have been there, in person. Then he had a wicked thought.

While he was stroking his own cock, watching his cam girls, he thought of a plan. Never going to work, he told himself. The girls got out some toys and took turns to pleasure each other with a vibrator. He wouldn't have thought it, but Sally reached down and lifted a strap-on cock, she put it on, tightened it and as smooth as silk, she proceeded to fuck Roxy. Wow! Harry thought, he didn't realize Sally was a dom but then everything he saw, it was Sally leading that most intimate of dances. Roxy came in a rush, and after a few moments rest, she took the strap-on off Sally and then fingered and licked Sally to an orgasm. They both collapsed on the bed, gasping for air. Harry noted that lying flat, Sally's pudenda was pushed up by her pelvis. From that angle, he could also see her pussy lips were still looking swollen, and he would have loved to get between her legs and licked her pussy himself.

After a few moments, Roxy said, "How was that, DOM? Was that good for you?" Excellent, he keyed in, then thought, nothing ventured, so he wrote Pity there is only one camera angle, would love to have a couple of views to chose from. "No, not possible I'm afraid. PC won't take multiple cameras." Mmm, not so actually, CCTV cameras, all you need is software. Harry replied. "What do you mean DOM," Sally asked. 4 cameras, one on each corner of the bed fed to a screen, hard part would be to send to the client. "How would the bed have 4 camera stands?" On posts at the bottom, large bed head so cameras can be screwed on. "What about clients viewing the cameras?" Something like OBS will accept live streaming from multiple cameras.

The conversation continued for a while and there was certainly some interest from the girls. Sally did say, "It's something different, could boost viewer numbers." "Yeah, and pay for itself too, I imagine," Roxy added. Harry didn't interrupt that train of conversation until Roxy asked "I've never seen a bed like that, where would I get one?" Know anyone who could make it for you? "I do," Sally replied, "my gr-," she stopped. "How could we pay for it, I mean a bed, cameras, all that is not going to come cheap!" Time to spring the trap, Harry thought. You may have to contribute some funding, but the balance could be paid for in kind. "In kind?" Sally asked. "We perform for him." Roxy replied.

"Eeuuwww, not for my -" she stopped again. Next bit, Harry thought. Obviously you mean your grandfather, so if he is over 60, then he is likely to be a DOM, like me! He certainly is, Harry thought. Ask him, on behalf of a friend, of course. Never know. "How did you know who I meant?" Sally asked. You mentioned him twice, first time you said gr- so not your dad. "Never met your grandfather," Roxy commented, "Nice is he?"

"Even at his age, he is still a sexy guy," Sally replied, "Doing a show for him would be okay, if he wasn't my grandfather."

'You just did, babe,' Harry thought, 'but nice to know you think I'm still sexy'. If Roxy were to make an offer of payment, you could test the system, then you Yaz could have a film of your grandfather doing something naughty :):), Harry wrote.

Roxy nodded, laughed and Sally said, "Okay, I'll talk to him."

Part 2.

Saturday came and the doorbell went. Harry opened the door, "Sally! And Sally's friend!" Surprise, surprise! "How are you? Come in, come in." He hugged Sally, feeling those precious tits on his chest and nodded to the friend, Roxy, but he didn't know that.

"Hi Granddad, I'm good, how are you?"

"All the better for seeing you. So, to what do I owe this pleasure?" has asked, "Who's your friend?" then added, "And what's it going to cost me?" He laughed. "Coffee?" Harry didn't drink, hadn't for years. Besides, it was too early.

"Yes please. This is Amy, what makes you think I am after something from you?" she smiled.

Harry held his hand out and smile, "Hi Amy, Harry."

Amy took his hand and said "Hi."

"Because you're your father's daughter. He only calls when he wants something," Harry said without rancor or any bitterness. "Besides, your mom, I don't think she likes me, ever since your grandmother passed, she's avoided me."

"Don't know, never noticed, but I don't think so." Sally observed.

"Okay, enough of that," Harry said as he poured the coffee. "Standard or unleaded?"

"Standard please, you know Dad says that too."

Amy said, "Cream and sugar?" Harry nodded.

"Probably got it from me, and I got it from your granduncle Bill. A truly inter-generational line that one." Harry dropped a spoon of sugar and a little milk into the coffee and handed it to Sally. He preferred his unleaded, no sugar, no milk. they passed the next fifteen minutes in small talk and family stories, latest comings and goings. Boyfriends, and everything else. Amy said very little unless Harry dragged her into the conversation. "Okay, what is it that you want to ask?" Harry asked.

"It's Amy, she wants a new bed but the ones she seen are either cheap and really trashy or really expensive."

"So how can I help?"

"Do you think you could build one for her?"

"Yeah, I could, wouldn't take long. I got a lot of the materials already," having bought them in he thought, "Left overs." he said when Sally's eyebrows lifted. "Still have to buy some stuff, but got most of it, I think. How big a bed?"

"King sized." Any said.

"Ahh, that's why it is really trashy or really expensive then. You have mattress and linen already."

"Yes," Amy replied, "The bed frame was old when I bought it, second- third hand, and now it's on it's last legs." She smiled, "I bought a new mattress last year, but the frame is, well - old!"

"And replacement cost is the issue?" Amy nodded, "You want quality, something that will last, but there's an affordable limit." Amy nodded. "No guarantees, but king sized is going to cost. I can do it, but it may not be at a price you would be willing to pay, or just can't afford. However, the challenge in interesting so I'm sure we can work something out." Harry saw a look pass across between them, but said nothing.

"You sure? I mean, is there a lot of work in a bed? How long would it take?" Amy asked.

"Just puttering around like I do, maybe a week, maybe 10 days, depending on the finish you want, it could be up to a month."

"The finish? A month?"

"For a project this big it's either shellac or polyester," he said. "Shellac is faster, dries with minimum smell. Poly needs up to a month to cure properly otherwise you're sleeping in an awful smell. Shellac though can be easily damaged, whereas poly is much harder wearing. A good finish is critical to how a project looks and wears."

"And the cost?"

"Have to work it out, but could be anywhere between five and fifteen hundred, depending on design and materials."

"I was hoping it wouldn't cost that much," Amy remarked.

"It may be lower, but you know it's something that will last." Harry said, "What kind of design were you thinking about?"

She described the sort of bed she wanted, exactly what he has suggested two days ago. Harry remarked it was unusual, but quite doable. He didn't pursue any question as to why she wanted that particular style, but then asked a key question. "You want drawers under the bed?"

"Drawers?" Amy asked.

"Yes, pull out drawers. A king sized bed has so much unused space under it, so it can be filled with trundle drawers. I made them for the bed in the guest room. Come on, I'll show you."

Harry led them to the guest room and pointed to a drawer and asked Sally to pull it out. Amy immediately laughed and Sally said, "GRANDDAD!"

"What?" he asked, looking at the direction Amy was pointing. Then he saw some sex toys. There was a couple of dildos, three vibrators and various other implements of pleasure. There was also some fleece covered straps and, neatly folded, some sort of leather and rubber dominatrix outfit. "Ah!" he gasped, "Um, sorry,- no, I'm not sorry. These were your grandmother's toys, Sally. Yes, old people actually discovered sex long before you were born you know." Without any embarrassment at all, he went on, "I'm assuming you're both healthy young women, with sex lives, so may already have something like these. You can take them if you want, I don't use them. You look the same size as her Sally, the outfit should fit you like a glove."

"Granddad, please!!"

"Oh, I don't know Sally, you'd look pretty fetching in that outfit!" Amy laughed.

That conversation went on for a few more minutes, and Harry then said, "Please help yourselves." He reached in and pulled a dildo out and sniffed it. "Nothing."

"Awww GROSS!" Sally cried and Amy just laughed.

"This was your grandmother's favorite, I'm sure she would have wanted you to have it." He held it out to her, "Go on, take it, I know you want to," he teased.

"Do you think, Granddad, that is okay? Appropriate even? This conversation?"

"Why not? For all you know I could be some dirty old man who gets his jollies by ogling young, beautiful women," Harry said, "And giving them sex toys."

Amy laughed and said, "Oh come on, guess we just have to accept he's just another DOM."

"DOM?" Harry played dumb here, "Oh dirty old man, I get it. Well no, I'm the original, the one and only DOM!" He announced with a flourish, as Sally went a real bright red. "Which is why I offer you all these toys!"

"Sally, all these toys and a king size bed as well! Guess he is the real deal!" she laughed. "Chill babe, take what you want and I'll take the rest. Your wife knew her toys, Harry, look at these, Sally. All high end quality."

"Yeah, and I really hope you have as much fun with them as we did," Harry said as he looked right at Sally.

"I'm shocked granddad -"

"No, don't follow in your father's priggish footsteps. He is still in denial that his mother and I had sex, even though he is the living proof. Unfortunately, like a lot of older guys, sex for us has been usurped by you young people, and you never consider that older people might still enjoy it."