Went up a Virgin, came down with a Creampie

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Went up a Virgin, came down with a CreampieI get confused when I read stories where men fuck younger girls. It’s as if thy have committed a grave sin, whereas in my case, I let it happen and it felt good.My name is Anouk. I was called after a French actress, a woman who gave my daddy a hard-on every time her name was mentioned, my mother used to sarcastically say, when they were angry with each other.We ran a small board and breakfast that could take no more than four overnight guests, usually cyclists, but one day we had a business man who could not find a big hotel, like he was used too.We only had one guest when he came asking for board, he spoke English and no Dutch, but thankfully I could, as we are taught English in school.He was a nice man to talk to, very polite, and spoke softly, which made my head have a buzz.’We have two floors sir, one bedroom on the top and three under on the floor below’, I suggested when he had filled in the particulars.’Is the one on the top the quietest’, he asked me. I was slightly taken aback, unsure of what he meant, ‘From outside’, I asked him, and he shook his head meaning no.I was still confused, ‘Loud TV’, I asked, as it was becoming like a guessing game, and again he shook his head, to mean no.I shrugged my shoulders and laughed and as I did so, I saw his eyes drop to my breasts, as I laughed, they jiggled, and I was nude under my thin top and my nipples were standing up, he made me feel self conscious, and they just got harder as he stared.’Stop that’, I tried to scold him in a girlish way, but I was just a teenage girl and he was a man in his fifties.’What’, he said quietly? By now my face was very red, but thankfully we were alone as my mother was outside canlı kaçak bahis on the pavement talking to and serving coffee at our few tables on the side-walk.’You are making me feel embarrassed’, I replied, but deep down I was secretly enjoying his attention, and his face was warm and gentle.’You’re very beautiful, I can’t help but look at you’, he retorted, and his flattery was making me feel warm in a nice way, I was teasing, I knew it, and I dropped my hands and let him see me, not feeling shame, as I made sure mother was not looking at us.I took a deep breath and asked him again, ‘Right, which room would you like or shall I choose’?’As long as it is very quiet, you choose’, he said.’Right, I choose the top one, two floors up’, I said, then for some unknown reason I added, ‘shall I come up with you’, to which he said yes?I walked in front of him and walked up to the first floor, then stopped at a small tightly wound metal stair case, ‘We have to go up here’, and he looked at how tightly wound it was, ‘You first’, he said quietly.I was wearing a short skirt and I knew he would have a fantastic view of my bare ass if I went first, all the way up, and I felt myself wetting at the thought, as I put my open sandal on the first metal step.I could feel the electricity as I turned and caught his eyes on my bared thighs. I stood five steps up, I knew where he was looking and he would have thought I was without panties, as I was in my thong, that morning, and I was sure there would be a sheen created by my wetness around the tops of my thighs, I stopped deliberately mid staircase, I was horny and it was a strong powerful feeling.I shall take your case I said thickly, putting my hand out. casino oyna I saw his face was red, and this pleased me, and as I took his case, I kept my eyes on his, as if challenging him.I continued up the staircase slowly, as the case was larger than the wind of the stairs.I could feel his hot breath on the backs of my thighs, and this excited me, but I did nothing to stop him, and we went up to the door that was his bedroom, I pointed it out, I also thought he knew I was ripe to be fucked.I turned and caught him staring at my legs again as I turned at the door, then inserted the key, turned and walked in.He came in behind me and I saw he was bulging, I had achieved what I had wanted to do, ‘Is this quiet enough sir’, I asked with a challenge in my voice, looking down at his pants, he knew what I was looking at.My voice echoed, then he spoke, ‘Do you do massages’?I could not speak, I felt as if my throat was swollen-up, my heart was pounding and my nipples were bursting under the thin top, he could sense my predicament, my nervousness, he could see I was easy and he had the power.’Will you let me cum on your delightful bum’?As he spoke he moved up close to me and reached under my short skirt and touched my pubis through my thin panties, his finger tracing my ‘Camel toe’, which was so prominent and I proudly showed.There was no doubting my wetness down there between my legs as his fingers pressed home and into my cunt, I held his wrist as he thrust in and out of me, my knees buckling under my impending orgasm.He was fumbling to free himself to fulfil his desire, and I turned and bent over the bottom of the old cast iron bed-stead, my hem high, as I peeled my thong down and exposed my swollen canlı casino siteleri cunt and curvaceous ass for his ejaculation.’Do it’, I moaned over and over, as my hand delved between my thighs and rubbed my clitoris, ignoring the flashes, he was photographing me and keenness to be fucked, horny Dutch teenager gagging for old man’s cock, and seconds before when there was a slight resistance, it was lost forever as his cock lid inside me, I was truly his now, as his cock slid with ease and my thin inner cunt moulded onto his cock like an undersized condom.Now I knew why he wanted a quiet room, the old iron bedstead shook and vibrated as he twisted and turned my insides, his grey pubic hair ground against my soft pillowy ass cheeks, his thrusting and grunting matched by my feminine girlish squeals, as I squeezed tightly to hold him, and my f******n year old vagina lost every battle to this huge fifty six year old rod of pleasure, that filled me perfectly.He came as I did and when he pulled his cock from me, I felt empty, but my tiny cunt throbbed, as if squeezing on nothingness. I looked down and saw the tiny bundle of my thong, and I laughed, how could something so small and flimsy protect a girls modesty, and he replied, ‘It’s because you did not Anouk’, and as looked at him with his huge cock hanging between his legs, still thick and heavy, he added, ‘you wanted to be fucked’, I smiled and acknowledged his comment, Dutch girls are very sexual, and I shook my head, got up and went out, leaving him my thong as a memento, along with his naughty collection of photos.’See you tonight’, I said, and I closed the door and went back down the metal staircase, feeling his semen run down my thighs, It’s a warm feeling being fucked with a huge cock, age means nothing, as long as it thrusts.If you would like me to post those photos in an album for you to see, please acknowledge your having read this story and comment after it, thanks and love from Mariel

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