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She had known he would be older. Older than her father by a few years, definitely, but what did that even mean? Older could look like anything.

Still, she couldn’t shake the taboo thrill that filled her belly when she saw him for the first time. He was taller than her, straight-backed, and not in bad shape for a man his age, but he was also white-haired, wrinkled – definitely old. A grandfather, possibly. Almost old enough to be hers. He was smiling, clearly pleased with what he saw when he bent to kiss her youthful cheek, and he commented that she was even more slender and lovely than her photos had suggested.

She felt his eyes on her breasts when he suggested that they get acquainted over breakfast in the hotel cafe. Later, she wouldn’t remember any of that first conversation – only the flutter of nerves in her stomach, and the increasing awareness that this old man would soon be stripping her sweet, young body naked and doing – within reasonable limits, of course – whatever it pleased him to do. The prospect was making her wetter than she’d been in a long time, and she didn’t know quite what to do with that.

He didn’t wait long, once they’d reached the hotel room. She laid out the contents of her bag – some toys she’d been told to bring, a different set of lingerie if he wanted to see her in something more sultry than she’d worn for their early morning assignation – and as soon as she finished, she felt his body behind her, hovering close.

‘Against the wall.’

Obedient, she turned around to face him, backing up as far as she could as the old man advanced on her. He took both her wrists in his grip and hoisted them above her head. Once she was immobilized, he wasted no time pulling down the front of her dress and taking her full, soft tits out of her bra. His rough, hairy hand grasped hungrily at her breasts, rolling her pink nipples between his fingers. His skin was spotted with age, and for the briefest of moments she felt disgusted – she’d never even had a lover older than 35, and here she was being molested Bayındır Escort by this old man. His erection pressed against her belly through his pants, and his mouth covered hers, wet, wanting. When he put his hand under her skirt, much to her embarrassment, he found her pussy hot and dripping. He chuckled, and she shivered with helplessness at the sound.

He toyed with with her wet, increasingly needy little cunt a little while longer before placing both hands firmly on her shoulders, urging her to her knees. She sank to the ground, nervous, and felt one of his hands move to the back of her head, pressing her face directly into the crotch of his khaki pants. His cock was hard beneath them, which he clearly wanted to demonstrate before instructing her to take off his pants. She obliged, undoing his belt and pushing them down to reveal a pair of saggy, white briefs with a wet spot on the front.

She looked up at him.

“Those too,” he said, an urgent expression on his face. She pulled them down around his ankles as he removed his shirt.

His old cock, dripping with precum, was directly in front of her face, and the hand on the back of her head urging her forward was all the instruction she needed about what to do with it.

She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip, momentarily fighting the urge to gag at the salty taste of him, at the idea that she was tasting a dirty old man’s hard cock. His hand was insistent, and soon he was completely in her mouth, groaning with relief. Her face being pinned so firmly against his crotch knocked her off balance, and she grabbed onto him to stabilize herself. His ass felt saggy underneath her hands, and his belly bumped her forehead as she bobbed back and forth on his cock.

“Yes, my little slut,” he groaned, pulling her off his cock by the hair and pushing her face directly into his balls. They were huge, and he rubbed them all over her eyes and nose before pressing them against her lips. She lapped at them, unsure if she would Bayındır Escort Bayan be able to fit them in her mouth, and he shoved her head further against him. “Lick me,” he said, and when she kept working her tongue on his cum-filled ball sack he said, “No,” before moving his body further over her face until her mouth was directly on his hairy asshole. She had never felt so filthy, so utterly used, as she did in this moment… and she loved it. She ate his asshole as he ground himself all over her face, and he told her she was a good slut before bringing her to her feet.

She was a mess, and the look on his face indicated how much that pleased him. In a hurry, he kicked the remains of his clothing off from around his ankles and pulled her dress over her head, leaving them both naked.

This old man’s body was so utterly aesthetically unappealing to her, and she wanted him to fuck her so badly.

He ordered her onto the bed on her back, where he spread her legs and tied them open with her knees pressed to her chest. She realized she had never before felt so exposed as she lay there, pink pussy wet, spread, and dripping. His eyes travelled hungrily over her smooth, slender, curvaceous young body before he dipped his face briefly between her legs, tasting her juices and suckling on her clit for a moment.

‘I need to fuck you,’ he announced abruptly, pulling away from her cunt. He tore open a condom and slid it on his cock. She let out a moan, almost a whine, without being able to help it. As much as she was reluctant to admit it, she need it to. She needed this man’s dick deep inside her.

He moved his body over her, dwarfing her small frame, and kissing her with an open mouth.

‘Are you ready for my cock in you?’

He was looking her in the eye, now, and she felt his tip at her entrance.

‘Yes, sir.’ It came out a soft, shy, squeak – but it was enough.

His thick old dick slid inside her in one stroke. He wasn’t particularly long, so he bottomed out quickly, Escort Bayındır pausing just a moment to catch his breath before starting to pump himself in and out of her little body.

She was used to closing her eyes during sex, but she couldn’t look away from the visual of his cock thrusting confidently into her tight hole. Her cunt felt like it was on fire and he could tell, reaching immediately for a small vibrator that he’d brought over to the bed when he’d bound her. He turned it on, applying it to her clit, and she gasped.

The more she moaned, moving her hips helplessly against him, the deeper he pressed into her, the more assertively he fucked her. His sweat dripped down onto her body, and she felt slick, flithy.

“Are you going to cum for me, pretty little slut?” he asked, moving one hand up to grip her by the throat. She could feel his big balls slapping against her asshole, and his hand squeezed. She gasped. She was nothing but a fucktoy, a pretty object he was using for his pleasure.

“Yes, sir!” It might not have sounded like anything – she couldn’t really breathe. Her head was spinning, just a little bit. The harder he choked her, the more she felt her orgasm building. She almost never came during sex with other people, but she felt certain she was about to cum all over this old stranger’s cock.

“I’m going to fuck my cum into your little slut pussy,” he said, looking her directly in the eye, and that was all it took for her to explode around him. She trembled and bucked, as naked and vulnerable as it was possible for her to be, and moments later, she felt his cock throbbing in response to her fluttering, gripping inner walls. He emptied himself into her with a long groan, a satisfied grin, and when he rolled off her, a pat on the ass.

He untied her and cuddled her for a moment afterwards, but once they’d both cum, the interaction became curiously utilitarian and polite. He directed her towards the bathroom to clean herself up, and once she’d emerged dressed and groomed, she found her belongings placed back in her bag and a plain, white envelope on top of it. It felt thick.

Before she left, legs still trembling a little, he kissed her, smiling paternally. “I’ll remember your beautiful eyes for a long time.”

As the door shut behind her, she was certain she needed this to happen again.

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