The day I met David, my ex, was awesome. He seemed so cool, handsome, such a hunk and was my knight in shining armour. I was juggling college and a 30 hour a week job and I was smack in the middle on exam week. I was tired and was on my way home early from working at the men’s club and to boot I had an exam the next day at college. I was stressed to say the least thinking of my exam and how much I didn’t study. My mind on school I wasn’t thinking of what I was doing or where I was going. Well as soon as I heard the loud bang I knew my tire had blown, even before the wheel in my hand began to pull. I fought to bring the car to the side of the road. Damn! Why had I chosen to take Steele’s home was my first thought, why hadn't I stayed on the 401? Getting out, I saw exactly what I most feared. The rear left tire, completely flat. Even if I knew how to change it, I was hardly dressed for it. My heels, white stockings, short skirt, most inappropriate for tire changing plus I just had my nails done. I sighed and got back into the car.

Nothing to do but call for help, I realized. I reached for my cell. Damn! The battery was dead! Stupid me, I had forgotten to recharge it. Shit! Now to sit and wait. It was a nice spring evening, not too cool but I kept the car running for heat, fifteen minutes passed, then thirty, even though I waved to several passing cars not one had stopped and I could not see any gas stations or plazas I could walk to up or down the road. Frustrated, I began to face the unpleasant reality that I might have to get out and walk back to the gas station I passed a few kilometres back. But just as I was throwing my jacket on and getting out of the car to begin my trek, a car came down the road. I raised my arms and began to wave again. Thank goodness it stopped.

As the driver stepped from the car I caught my breath! Wow! He was a GQ type, way over 6 feet and well built older , thirty something guy. His jeans looked as though they were painted on, so tight I could clearly see the muscles of his thighs and the bulge in his pants. His white shirt had the cuffs rolled up just right, my God is all I thought. I could tell he liked what he saw in me as I smiled and explained my situation. His eyes roamed my body more than a few times as he assured me he would have me back on the road in no time.

I opened the trunk and let him get the jack and spare out, as I stood and watched, he bent to the task of replacing the tire. Watching his muscles move under his shirt and him getting dirty had a strange effect on me. It had been weeks since I was with someone. I was ovulating and horny as hell and add to that I was spending way too much time studying and working lately. My knees felt weak as he looked at my legs and I noticed I started to feel a moistening between them. My God what was I doing, I just turned 19 and I’m flirting with this stranger I thought. I tried to calm myself but I was incredibly turned on by this guy.

 I blushed and looked away up and down the road. He chuckled and bent to change my tire. I turned my attention back to him and watched his back, his butt, his hair, as he worked. Not noticing him looking me over as he worked, I began to fantasize about him about how big his cock might be and what it looked like and was shocked back to reality with the words "All done". There was a noticeable bigger bulge in his pants than when I first saw it as he stood. He was looking me in the eyes and seeing where I was looking and he chuckled again. Could I be more obvious as I chidded myself. Why didnt I just put a "I want you" sign on?

I asked if I could pay him his help but he waved his muscular arm and said no. Horny I became bold and asked if he wanted my number. I caught my breath as he smiled and hesitated before saying "I loved watching you while I was working, you are a beautiful girl”. I smiled, my eyes doing their best tramp impersonation as I stood there flirting fully now not knowing what to say.

"Hmmm…" he replied, "I can see that we could become good friends”, and took a step towards me. “May I be of any other assistance?" he said

The smile on his face melted any resistance I might have had. I stepped up to him, and asked, “ What did you have in mind”?  I was shaking now with the excitement of the moment He grasped my waist and without a word, he lifted me up and seated me on the hood of my car. I giggled my approval. Then he forcefully spread my legs, and knelt between them. In seconds his fingers slipped under my skirt, grasping the waistband of my panties. I lifted my ass off the car to allow him the room to pull my panties down over my hose, my shoes, and off. He casually tossed them through the open window of my car and then bent to his task.

The warm metal of the car hood on my bare ass contrasted sharply with the cool air and heat of his lips and tongue as he explored my depths. My labia tingled with pleasure, my clitoris throbbed at his touch as I pushed myself to him. When his tongue plunged deep into my vagina my hands grasped his head and held it there, allowing him to taste me deeply. I was now free flowing with my sex juices and his face was smeared with them yet still he persisted. I laid back on the warm hood of the car, spread my legs wide, grasped them with my hands, and surrendered to his tongue. Within moments my orgasm was starting. I shook with the pleasure his mouth was bringing me. I cried out in ecstasy as the feelings of intense pleasure cascaded through my body. Finally, orgasm completed I collapsed, gasping for breath.

When I opened my eyes I saw he had unzipped his pants and in his hand was his thick, swollen incredibly nice penis. The purplish head seemed to wink at me as he stepped between my legs and plunged it hard into me. I screamed in sheer joy as his shaft filled me, sliding across my vaginal walls, forcing me wider than I had been in a long time. I felt the head of his cock push against my cervix and another orgasm welled up in me. I began to buck my hips in time with his thrusts, wanting it deeper, harder, filling me totally. I made noises that road had never heard before, each thrust of his wonderful penis causing me to shout louder and louder.

A third orgasm, the most intense yet, exploded through me as I felt his cock release its load. His cum hit the back of my vagina. I swear I could feel every gush of his semen. Too much… he kept spurting and spurting. I could feel it ooze out on each back thrust, getting on the car, sliding down the front. I cared not. My legs wrapped around him, pulled him in close. I used my vaginal muscles to milk the last of his juice from his cock. Finally, completely spent, he withdrew his cock from my vagina with a sucking sound. I raised up, smiling and got off the car.

We stood there putting ourselves back together and once done exchanged numbers. I didn’t want to get cum all over my car seat so put my panties back on. We kissed goodbye and parted ways. It felt awesome to have been fucked so nicely. I didn’t know it then but in 2 months I would be living with him and doing much more. We would be engaged at six months after this initial encounter but as I will tell you later, marriage was not to be.

Ciao Tory

Hi all,

This is a story about my first encounter with an older man. I have always sought the attention of older guys/men. My counsellor told me this is because of the lack of a male figure in the family. My parents divorced when I was 3 years old and my dad never did pursue custody or regular visits. He had remarried and has other kids. I always felt abandoned. Anyway enough whining, suffice to say I was the “quiet” teen in rebellion and was no princess where guys were concerned let me tell you but I always presented the “perfect” picture. I never did get into police trouble or drugs or rage out of control.

I am, and have always been a very easygoing person. I get along with just about everyone, and rarely ever argue with anyone. I'm a good daughter to my mom, never causing her any trouble. That's why if she ever knew about my preference for older men, she would be shocked and disappointed. So, of course, throughout my teenage years I traded through boyfriends my age like I traded through clothes. They never did satisfy me as they were never concerned with my pleasure, only their own. Once they came that was it.

None of them ever lasted long, and none of them meant more then a quick fuck. I daresay they didn't mind.

Although I never did more than dream, I definitely had a few fantasies. Mostly revolving around my male teachers, and one particular older neighbour.

I called him Mr. Cauzey. He lived across the street from our house, and I grew up knowing him. He was widowed as far back as I can remember, and was always kind to me. He was a very quiet man, never talking unless he had to. When I first started noticing my fantasies for older men, he was the first that ever came to mind. He was handsome a little over fifty, with dark graying hair. He was fit for his age as he jogged a lot. All my life I had helped him in his garden every spring and summer. He was kind and understanding and I guess was as close to a father as I had.

It was almost exam time at school I was in grade 10 and maturing faster than most girls my age. I had the idea that I wanted to make my fantasy come true and find out how an older man was to be with. So when that spring came I was constantly home, waiting to catch Mr. Cauzey puttering in his garden. Finally, on one of the warmest days yet, I did.

It was Saturday morning, and I was getting the mail. My mom was at work, and my older sister was showering, and getting ready to go shopping. It was already very warm outside. I saw Mr. Cauzey taking his garden tools into the backyard, and closing the six-foot high wooden fence.

I went back inside my house and put my plan in place. I changed into my bikini top and bottom. I threw on the shortest skirt I could find, and a thin short sleeve button up shirt. I left the last few buttons undone, as well as the first two. I stepped into my sandals and left my sister a note, saying I was taking a walk, then I started over to Mr. Cauzey's.

I opened the gate and smiled broadly at Mr. Cauzey, "Hey Mr. Cauzey, I thought you might need some help pulling weeds again this year."

He smiled in return and answered, "Of course Tory, it has been some time since you've helped me back here." He sat back and I noticed he surveyed me as I walked over to him, I bent over to kiss him on the cheek. I made sure my shirt gaped open to give him a nice view of my cleavage. My lips scraped against the rough stubble of his unshaven cheek and I felt my thighs tighten. Dear god, I wanted him so bad.

He coughed as I straightened, and I kneeled in front of him, my back facing him and started pulling weeds from on my hands and knees. I kept my nice firm ass in the air, the material of the skirt riding up, and straining against my butt. I could practically feel his eyes on me, and I felt my cunt start to get wet. I fought not to squirm or make a sound. We worked silently for a while, the sun beating down on us. I occasionally glanced back in time to catch his eyes on me.

Finally he got up and told me to take a break as he went inside to get us some water. I took a seat at the table on his deck and waited for him to come back before I started unbuttoning the shirt, claiming I was too hot to keep it on. Again I felt his eyes on me and had to clench my legs together to keep from squirming as I watched him watch me through the hair that had fallen in front of my eyes.

I slid the shirt off slowly and I couldn't keep my eyes off him as I revealed the skimpy red bikini I was wearing. It barely constrained my breasts. He coughed again and sat down quickly. But not before I saw the growing bulge in his shorts.

I smiled at him, the smile was more satisfaction then anything, and as he turned a deep shade of red and continued to survey me curiously, I wondered if he had noticed. He passed me one of the two glasses of ice water he was holding and I sipped at it, before setting it down and scooping out one of the ice cubes. This was a point of no return and as my heart pounded I decided to let him know I was available so I sat back in the chair and slid the ice cube over my lips slowly then down my neck, over my collarbone, and down my chest. His eyes followed the ice cube's progress all the way down to my belly button, and then back up again where he caught my eyes and realized I had been watching him. He knew I was teasing him and I could tell he was somewhat uncomfortable and probably wouldn’t make the first move. I had to do it.

I stood up, and dropped the ice cube back in my drink before walking over to him. He watched me in silence, his mouth was open slightly, and his face looked surprised. I placed my hands on his shoulders, and tossed my leg over his lap to the other side. I slid down him slowly till I sat snuggly in his lap and my mouth was a breath away from his.

"Mr. Cauzey," I whispered his name before pressing my lips to his. His hands hovered by my sides before he finally pulled me against him and kissed me back. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my pelvis and I rolled my hips just to hear him moan. It made me catch my breath and I forced my tongue into his mouth, which he took in gladly. His tongue teased mine gently, and I pulled back slowly, nibbling on his bottom lip. He slid his hands up my stomach and under my bikini, cupping my breasts. I arched my back and moaned, as his older rough hands felt wonderful as he teased at my nipples.

"Maybe we should go inside," Mr. Cauzey suggested. We lived in a very quiet suburban neighborhood, and after my moan I think he realized we were going to be anything but quiet. I nodded my assent and he cupped my ass and carried me inside.

Before he closed the door I saw another male neighbour peeking over the fence and smiling. This summer might be more eventful then I had first thought.

Mr. Cauzey dropped me on the kitchen counter and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. He started biting and sucking on my neck, the grip on my hair became almost painful which only made me moan again.

"You like this you little whore, don't you? You want me to be rough, you little slut." He tore off my bikini top and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth roughly.

"Oh god, yes! Yes, Mr. Cauzey." I shivered and bit my lip. His hand released my hair and moved around my waist to pull me closer to him. My legs wrapped around his waist and I pushed myself as tightly against him as I could. He grunted and pulled away from my tits to meet my gaze.

He pulled off his shirt, and I ran my fingers through the salt and pepper colored hair on his chest, before pushing him away from me. He looked startled and unsure as I got off the counter, but grinned as I dropped to my knees.

I slid my hand up his leg to cup and massage his groin as the other unbuckled his belt. I held his gaze as I unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down his shorts. His hard on was straining against his boxers, so I licked the length of it through his boxers, my eyes on his face, watching his reaction. His breathing quickened and his hands moved to play with my hair.

I pulled off his briefs to reveal his bulging, pulsing, cock. It wasn't the longest I had ever seen, but it was definitely on the thick side. Without waiting I sucked the head into my mouth, my tongue making circles around it, and tracing the ridge. I tasted his precum and moaned, my voice vibrating against his cock.

He made a sound and grabbed a handful of my hair before forcing his cock down my throat. I gagged a little due to the force and almost choked before getting control of my breathing and allowing him to force fuck my face. I let my gaze travel up his aged, weathered body as he fucked my mouth. Just seeing my fantasy so real, made me so hot.

I pulled up my skirt and plunged my hand into my bikini bottoms. I teased my clit and got my fingers moist from my own juices before finger-fucking myself at the same pace he took my mouth. I was writhing in ecstasy at the mixture of this old man's cock in my mouth and my fingers in my cunt.

Not long after that I came with a scream as he shoved his cock as far down my throat as he could and held it there while he grunted and shot his sperm down my throat. After swallowing everything down he pulled his half limp cock out of my mouth and wiped it all over my face.

I thought he was done but he picked me up again, and carried me up to his bedroom. After dropping me on his bed, with my legs hanging over the end, he got on his knees and pulled down my skirt and bikini bottoms baring my shaved and dripping pussy. He spread apart my legs and ran a finger up and down my slit before pushing a finger into me.

"You're so fucking tight..." I was trying so hard not to moan as I couldn't talk. His hand withdrew and stopped teasing my clit I thought I might scream.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when a rough stubbly cheek rubbed against the inside of my soft thighs. My hands tangled in his graying hair and he chuckled as I pulled his head into my snatch. I felt his tongue circling and circling my clit.

"Please, Please, Please..." I whimpered and he chuckled again before sucking my clit into his mouth, which halted all sound, and damn near had me cease breathing momentarily. "Yes, Oh, Mr. Cauzey, don't stop."

His mouth continued his ministrations until I was writhing and shivering in the throes of an orgasm. "Oh, fuck me, I'm cumming! Oh, god!"

I gushed all over his face and the bed. I could feel my juices leaving me as I came. When I finally came to, and could breath again, I saw Mr. Cauzey staring down at me with a glazed smile. He was pumping his thick, and once again hard, rod.  All I said was, "Fuck me."

"I'd be happy to my dear," He grinned and grabbed my ass, lifting it up off the bed and positioning himself at my entrance. He caught my gaze and rammed all of his cock in me in one thrust, his hairy balls pressed against my cunt. My hands gripped handfuls of the sheets and I screamed, my head thrown back. He started pumping himself into me, his hands palming my tits. My hard nipples were pressing into the middle of his palms.

I ran my hands up his arms, and stared at this old man, fucking me senseless. I loved it. He was sweating, and his breathing was ragged. My young body was being ravaged and thoroughly used by this old man and I was enjoying every fucking minute of it.

"Im such a dirty little girl," I moaned and my hands spasmed. My nails dug into his arms.

"You're a dirty little slut." He grunted out as I pushed myself up on my elbows and watched his cock ram into me, and glisten with my juices. He leaned down and kissed me again, his tongue ravaging and claiming my mouth. Pulling away he mumbled, "The pill?"

I nodded my head “yes” in answer and he swore. I came again, thrashing and clutching at his bed, my pussy spasming against his cock. His breathing became shallower and he started grunting with each thrust until finally he pushed his cock so hard into my pussy it hurt, and his hot cum started shooting onto me. I came again gushing onto his cock mixing both our cum together and making my hole very slippery. When he finished he rolled off of me panting and sweating on the bed. I lay there feeling his cum oozing from my tingling cunt.

"Why me?" He looked honestly curious.

"You've always made me hot, Mr. Cauzey."

"Really?" He smiled.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Cauzey. I've fantasized about you fucking me for a long time."

"Glad to be of service then."

"We haven't even begun Mr. Cauzey." My grin became tantalizing as I rolled over and crawled to him and we cuddled for a while before I got dressed and kissed him and left. “Call me Jim sweetie”, he said.

For the next several days, I worried that Jim would tell others. Not only did he not, but his manners towards me were impeccable. Later on if he spoke to me, around others, he referred to me as Miss Tory, which was nice.

The next school day I couldn’t contain my news and had to tell the girls. In the cafeteria, I went up and sat with four of the gang and told them about my seduction of Mr. Cauzey. I told them about our fuck session. They couldn’t believe I did a guy over 50 but I explained He was just what a girl needs after a long winter of bad sex with the guys at school. "He is old. but he is very good, is what I told them.

It wasn’t long before a lot of the girls knew about my adventure and it only enhanced my rep as a good fuck. I didn’t know it then but it would open the door to senior parties and events that I was thus far not included in all the time.

I don't know about you, but when I ovulate, I become very horny. That next week I was ovulating so bad my ovaries were sore but add to that, I wanted to be with him again and soon, as I had a deep need to continue my fantasy with him.

One afternoon that next week I cut my last two classes. It was about 1pm when I got home. No one was home yet, good. I dumped my bag at the door and went to my bedroom. I took off my jeans and wet panties and threw them in the hamper. I pulled on only a skirt and made sure my make up was good. I then ran across the street to his house and rang the doorbell.

 The door opened and I felt my pussy contract. He let me in and as I went to say something, he backed me to the wall and kissed me. I didn’t notice but he was hard already and he dropped his shorts as we kissed long and deep. He then lifted one of my legs, as he put his cock in me. I was standing on one foot, trying to keep my balance. His thrusts were so hard that they lifted me to my toes. I came hard, God did I cum. I could feel my juices running down my legs. He then pulled out of me and took me to his bedroom. This time he put my legs above my head, so that he could run that cock of his every-which-way in me. I came three more times as he drove into me hard. After I finished an orgasm he pulled out of me. He was near to cumming but he said he didn’t want to, not yet.

I was still on my back, legs around his shoulders when he gently, slowly, tenderly, eased the end of his cock past my cunt lips, down into me again. The wetness from my cum made my cunt lips slick and my vagina warm and slippery. Bit by bit, the length of his cock slid into me with ease. I did not have to see it, since I felt every twitch of my pussy hungrily accepting him. We fucked slowly for a long time as I watched him fuck me, his moans and face telling me he was enjoying the feel of my young pussy.

He pulled out of me after a while wanting to change positions. He was sweating and panting heavily. I loved his sweat on my skin and the smell of our sex in the room. Then, he sat at the end of the bed, with his back against the wall. Gently he placed me on his lap, facing him. He lifted my ass, slipping his cock into me when I was high enough. As I settled down on it, he grabbed my legs, placing one over each of his shoulders again. All my one hundred, ten pounds was now being used to force all of him into me. I used my hands to hold myself a few inches off his body. "Take a deep breath, and look up, Tory."

As I did, he put his hands on my shoulders to hold me, as his ass shot up and down with amazing power. I was now bouncing all the way down to his body, with his cock completely in me.

I started to come, a deep, deep orgasm that started in my spine."Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," I screamed as it washed over me.

"Good girl, Tory. I knew that you could take it hard."

Take it, I did. He pushed his meat all the way in. I could feel his thrusts in my stomach and the pain of his cock pounding my womb and the pleasure of my orgasm was wonderful as I screamed.

"Should I keep on going sweetie?" he asked panting.

I nodded, as I could feel his slick cock sliding in and out in short powerful thrusts. "Oh fuck, you are so damn tight " You just feel so fucking tight, shit your little pussy feels good. I bet you spread your legs for all the boys in school don't you honey?" His dirty talk was making me hornier and I wanted to hear more, "Oh yesss, Jim."I humped my hips towards him as he fucked me, meeting his thrusts. At that point we were both panting, our faces and bodies wet with my cum and our sweat.

"I bet you hump your teachers at school just for the good grades, don't you sweetie?" I nodded, "Oh God, yes." "Fuck," he moaned. "I am so close. Oh shit."

 I was clinging to his shoulders as I came, my pussy was spread wide yet having a tight hold on his cock. "Oh fuck, Jim." "Ohhhh," he groaned. I could feel his warm sperm squirt into my pussy. His hot load made me feel like a whole woman.

I brought my legs down from his shoulders and fell forward against his chest, exhausted. He slowly lifted my ass and pulled his cock out of me. I felt a wince of pain, and some of his cum leak out. He was panting, leaning up against the wall sweat running down his body.

I put my hand between my legs, and scooped up some of his sperm with my finger and slipped it between the lips of my mouth. I tasted his cum and moaned. He tasted so good. And it felt so nasty and dirty and sexy because it had just come out of my pussy.

He slipped his finger in me and scooped a little bit of his cum onto his finger. I opened my mouth, and he fed it to me. He fed me this way for several more minutes, till I held onto his hand with my little hands, and started to suck his finger, as if it were a cock.

He chuckled and lifted me up and laid me down on the bed. I crawled underneath the covers and he did the same. He was laying on his back and I snuggled up closer to him. I slid my arm across his stomach and let it rest there. He put his arm around my shoulders.

I started to stroke his chest and play with chest hair. Poor Jim was still panting. I nuzzled my head up against his neck, giving him tiny licks.

He ran his hand up and down my arm, "Honey, you were great. You're only sixteen! Where did you learn to do all that?"

I giggled, "Well, you made it easy for me. I was just so horny, I couldn't help what I was doing."

It had been two weeks since Jim and I had sex I had only seen him once since then. when he went out for groceries, I snuck over to the mall and gave him a quick blowjob in the parking lot.

But last night he called me up on the phone. He explained that he thought I was a very sweet girl, but that there could be nothing more between us. After all, he explained, he was an old man and I was a minor, and the guilt of what happened was eating him up.

I agreed, as I didn’t want him to get into trouble. For some reason I didn't feel hostile towards Jim. I liked him just as much as I did before we had sex.

A few weeks passed and Jim and I didn’t have any sex. When I saw him in the street or in his yard he would just wave and smile. I approached him once and he told me he was serious about not being together.

It was the May 24 weekend and the neighbourhood party was going on.  I saw Jim in his yard and went over to talk to him. He told me he would be attending and that his brother was going to be there was well. Jim had explained that Dennis, his younger brother, would be staying with him for the whole weekend.

When it was time for the street party my Mom and I went out and mingled with the neighbours. We did our usual hello's and how are you's. But all the while I was just looking for Jim. Where was he? As if answering my thought, Jim came out of his house.

Jim said hello to myself and to my mom and others. I had a hard time keeping away from him, but I managed. I could tell Jim was horny just by looking at him.

Poor guy, I thought to myself. I guess my outfit didn't help. A black mini skirt , and stockings and a very cute and sexy black top. I looked like a little slut and my mom commented on the outfit but I wore it anyway, for him.

Jim’s house door opened and there stood Dennis, Jim's brother. They almost could've been twins they looked so much alike."Dennis," Jim introduced him. "You know some of these people of course. These are our neighbours Kate and her daughter Tory.

I rudely butted ahead of my mom and extended my hand, "Why hello Dennis, it's so nice to meet you." I gave him a knowing smile. There was a little twinkle in his eye, "It's very nice to meet you too, Tory".

We stood there for a moment. I giggled. It was going to be one hell of a party. After some mingling the BBQ got started and after that the fireworks. I had snuck a few drinks from the many coolers around and was feeling no pain. I was horny and wanted to get fucked. Jim was keeping his distance from me, I knew but his brother was not. He approached me a few times and we flirted. I found out he was Jim’s younger brother by 5 years but still older in my books. After a few hours it got dark and my mom went home but I stayed out with the hard core partiers having a few more drinks.

That’s when Dennis made his move and asked me if I wanted to get a drink at his brothers house. I jumped at the chance and soon we found ourselves in his brothers house. After a drink Dennis carried me upstairs to his bedroom and put me down and swatted my ass and told me to get in the middle of the room. I instinctively obeyed him. He sat down on the bed and unzipped himself. To my delight he was very well endowed. His cock was quite thick, and even though it wasn't hard it already seemed longer than Jim’s. He told me to strip for him. I took off my black top and undid my skirt. I folded everything carefully, placed them on a chair, and stood before him in stockings, bra and panties. He was drinking in the sight of me as he stroked his cock, telling me how beautiful I was. I wanted to tell him not to stop. He told me he liked the look of my tits and ass and legs and the rest of me was wonderful. I loved the attention.

He asked me to pose for him. I squeezed my tits together and bent forward, smiling. After that he directed me, told me to suck on my fingers, to show him my ass, to give my cheeks a quick slap. I did everything he told me, and I could feel myself getting wet as I performed for this old man. I could see his cock growing as he watched, and I couldn't stop myself from looking at it. He noticed, and told he to get on my knees and suck it.

I tried not to obey too quickly. I didn't want this man to know just how bad I wanted it. I approached him and fell to my knees, still dressed in my red lace panties and black stockings. I wrapped my hands around his cock and looked him in the eye as I took it into my mouth. Dennis watched me over his belly, smiling, telling me what a talented cock sucker I was. The dirtier he talked the harder I worked at worshipping his large cock. I licked it from the base to the tip, I fed it into my mouth until it pressed against my throat, I licked and sucked his balls when he told me to. I stuck my tongue out and let him slap his large dick against my tongue, and then my cheeks.

Dennis kept up his dirty talk. He said the usual jokes, like I could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, he told me I must have sucked on plenty of cocks to get so good at it, and other such comments. I must admit I loved it. I liked being treated as nothing more than a slut.

His cock was now at full mast. It must have been 8 inches, and was one of the longest I'd seen to that point in my life and it seemed heavy. I liked the heft of it in my hand. I stroked it slowly as I gazed at it. Dennis pulled me out of my reverie by standing up and taking my wrist. Dennis still dressed, his cock sticking out of his pants, and with me dressed in my bra, panties and stockings. He unclasped my bra and fondled my breasts, pinching the nipples and squeezing my tits. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Before I knew what was happening Dennis started kissing me. I hadn't expected to be kissed after sucking his cock and at first I just parted my lips in surprise, letting his tongue snake into my mouth. Slowly I began to respond, sucking on his tongue and following the lead of his kisses. He pulled away and smiled.

"You haven't done this before, have you?" He asked me. I knew he didn't mean I was a virgin, but that I'd never been with an older man. I told him I had. He asked me how much I charged. It was then I realized he was role playing and I was a hooker and he the client. This new game turned me on so much I felt my pussy contract hard sending a shiver through me.

"Not many working girls kiss their clients, or suck a cock without a condom, Tory." He also told me not many girls got wet when working, as his fingers slid under the elastic of my panties and felt my soaking cunt. I couldn't talk to him. One of his fingers found my slit and began slowly sliding in and out. I could feel myself softly shaking with lust. After a brief pause he continued kissing me, and I wrapped my hands around his neck and returned his kisses, while humping his finger like a dog in heat.

He then pushed me onto the bed, and told me to take off my nylons and panties. I did as directed and in a moment I was completely naked. Dennis was still dressed. I didn’t know then but I am submissive by nature, but being told I was paid for my services, and being naked in front of a fully dressed stranger, and having obeyed all of Dennis' commands up to now had put me into a very submissive mood. Had Dennis told me to call him sir for the rest of the evening I would have.

Dennis began taking off his clothes. His belly was white and soft, and the sparse hair on his chest was mainly white. Once he was naked he got on the bed and spread my legs by pressing outwards on my thighs with his large hands. I leaned back on my elbows and watched. He seemed fascinated by my young pussy. I'm almost completely shaved, with only a "landing strip" of blond hair above my pussy. It was incredibly exciting to have a man stare at my little fuck box as if it was the holy grail.

After a moment he started running his tongue over me, starting at my ass and going all the way to my clit. He licked me like a cat would, with long slow strokes. I lay back down and arched my back. His hands found my tits and I put my own hands on his big forearms. I closed my eyes and began to moan. He asked me if I liked that and I mumbled that I did. He asked me again, telling me to say it louder. I said I liked it again and again, losing a little bit of my self-control. Dennis would lick me and then tell me how pretty my cunt was. He slid his tongue into me and then up to my clit. He kept this up until I was close to having an orgasm. I could feel it building in me and I knew it was going to be a strong one. My breathing was getting quicker and I was gripping his forearms with such force I'm sure I left marks with my nails.

Before I could cum he stopped completely. His tongue left my pussy and his hands left my breasts. I almost wanted to cry with frustration. Dennis got up on his knees and pushed my calves backwards until my knees were practically on either side of my head. He positioned the head of his cock at my pussy and moved forward. I gasped a little as I felt myself spread wider than I had been in a long time. Dennis slowly worked himself into me, taking short, slow strokes and going a little deeper every time, watching himself all the while. Soon he increased his tempo and I felt myself rocking back and forth on the bed with his every stroke. He told me to play with his nipples while he fucked me, and I did. I did my best to squeeze them as he rammed into me faster and faster. He pounded into me with all his force, and drops of sweat fell from his body onto my tits and tummy. I wanted to rub my clit and cum, but I had to concentrate on his nipples.

Dennis stopped and told me to get on all fours. I quickly obeyed. I like doggy style, and the anticipation of having such a long, thick cock go deep into me was delicious. I put my head on the pillow and my ass in the air, and soon I felt his hands on the curve of my hips, as his knees moved my legs further apart until I was completely spread open for him. He pushed into me with more ease than before, and I imagine what I must look like to him, dripping wet and spread wide open. I had to use my hands to brace myself against the headboard.

I felt a warmth land on my cheeks, and then felt a finger rub liquid onto my asshole. I guess he must have let some saliva drip onto me and was using it to lube up my asshole. Dennis asked if I had ever had a cock up my ass. I told him yes.(when I was 15 I had a boyfriend who was pretty much obsessed with it, and we had experimented quite a bit.) Dennis asked if he could fuck me there and I said no. My old boyfriend had had a normal sized cock, and the idea of taking that monster into my ass was frightening. Dennis continued to fuck me from behind as he negotiated a price for my ass. He finally said he would double the one fifty if he could have my asshole. I was incredibly horny with this whore talk and agreed, but with more than a little foreboding.

The minute I said yes he pulled out of my pussy and I felt an immediate emptyness inside me. I was impressed by his staying power, but I hoped he'd cum quickly once he was in my ass. I didn't think I could take the pounding he'd given my pussy in that more tender area.

Once again, Dennis proved himself very skilled. He started by licking my little brown hole, slurping over my ass with abandon, and I responded by moaning and pressing myself against his face. Then he used one finger, and soon he had two inside me. He turned and twisted his wrist until the pain and discomfort receded. My body seemed to have a memory of being ass-fucked, because being spread open started feeling very good.

Patiently Dennis moved my fuck juice from my pussy to my asshole with the head of his cock. I liked the feeling of his smooth head going along my ass and pussy, and soon my asshole was lubed, open and ready.

Slowly, in complete silence, he began forcing his cock into my asshole. The only sound was our heavy breathing. His two fingers were not nearly the width of his cock, and I whimpered as it sank into my little forbidden treasure, inch by thick inch. There was a lot of pain, and I felt a few tears spill down my cheeks. In order to take my mind off the pain I began rubbing my clit as he worked his way into me. Dennis took this as a sign I was enjoying myself, and increased his tempo. I gasped and tried to stay relaxed as he began fucking my ass in earnest. I felt an orgasm building up inside me, and as I did Dennis began smacking my asscheeks, which has always been a major turn on for me. With rubbing my clit and my cheeks warming up, I was beginning to enjoy the sensation of being sodomized. I knew he was going fully in me, because Dennis would stop once he was immersed inside me and I could feel his pubic hair against my smooth cheeks.

I was on the edge of cumming, and little squeals of pleasure were escaping my lips. I was being rammed up the ass by a stranger, my pussy was still stretched and dripping, and I could still taste his pre-cum in my mouth. I felt equal parts slutty and liberated. I rubbed my hard clit faster and bit down on the pillow as I had a massive, toe-curling orgasm. I spasmed a few times and felt my hot liquid run onto my fingers and down my thighs. Dennis was getting close, and as I caught my breath he pushed hard into me sending a jet of cum deep into my ass. He thrust into me several more times and with each thrust he dumped more of his cum into me. When he finished cumming he pulled out of me  I felt a twinge of pain but it felt good to have him out of me. My ass was stretched and sore.

We lay beside each other for a moment. I didn't really want to cuddle with him or have any type of tender post-fuck conversation, so I got up and grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom. Using a small towel I cleaned myself up as best I could. I dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. My make-up was smudged and my hair was a little messy but I knew I could go home like this. I was exhausted and both my pussy and ass were already feeling a little sore. I knew from experience they would be much worse tomorrow. I gave Dennis a kiss on the cheek and left him in the bedroom.

Jim was just coming in to the house as I was leaving. I smiled as best I could and told him “good night”.

When I got home I took a shower and went to bed with a slight buzz in my head from the drinks and with sore yet satisfied holes.

I did get with Jim again but not until later in the summer. Maybe I will tell you about that in another blog.

Ciao Tory xoxo