Taking sexy pictures for a stranger behind the screen of my smartphone felt surreal. The thrill of sending nudes to a stranger twice my age while my parents watched TV in the room next to mine was an intense high. I felt my panties dampen as I hit send.
“You are so beautiful,” was the response I received from a random man on the Internet. I was so horny I could feel the juices seeping through my panties.
“God. I wish I were there with you to taste you and make you squirt,” he added.
The blood rose to my cheeks. This dirty stranger was saying filthy, dirty words to me. It was making me wet, dripping, and glistening.
I couldn’t take it anymore. All the sex I wasn’t having anymore since I broke it off with my boyfriend was building up inside. All I wanted was to feel released. To cum. To come hard.
“I would love to watch you while you finger yourself.” He typed back.
I pondered for a little bit.
“Fuck it,” I thought. I told him to FaceTime me.
To my surprise, he picked up almost immediately.
We spoke for about fifteen minutes. About everything he would do to me if he ever met me. How hard he could make me cum. How he could fill me up. How his friends would ravage me. How he would send me home dripping with cum from all directions.
This old dirty stranger confessing his forbidden fantasies to a teen he had never met before was a high like I had never experienced before.
At my age, my sex drive was on overdrive. My entire body tingled with the thought of spreading my legs and opening my tight holes for this dirty old man. Being touched and fucked like never before.
Finally, our conversation shifted from what we would do to what I would show him.
“Slide that pretty cunt of yours out for me. Give me a nice and close view,” he said.
I took off my wet panties with such ease. I decided to play with the camera and show him a long and unobstructed view of my pussy. He marveled at it.
“I would do anything to have your pussy all for myself,” he said, sighing.
A quick but powerful shiver went through my body. The feeling of being wanted by someone else again and the desperation with which this older man tried to show me a good time were too much to bear.
“Sure, when and where?” I said sheepishly.
“Really?! Ahh, yeah. Please,” he responded.
The details were quick to settle.
I was surprisingly confident. What could go wrong? He seemed eager and friendly enough, judging from our conversations. And as I sent more risqué pictures and did more and more things for him to see, his response made my pussy throb with excitement. He seemed genuinely interested in me.
That night, I went to bed with images flashing through my mind. About this mysterious older guy, his big cock, and what he’d be like.
I also went to bed horny and unsatisfied.
The day couldn’t arrive soon enough.
***
I picked a public and crowded part of town to meet up. Definitely the safest, no? I didn’t know what I was doing. Even though I thought this was my decision, I was still entirely at his mercy. We hadn’t even decided what we would do on the day. He lived a few hours’ drive from me, and the thought that he could come to my city was a bit terrifying.
Living in a small city had its disadvantages. This would have been way easier in the anonymity of a bigger place. I couldn’t risk someone I knew seeing me go into a motel with some stranger. The thought of a friend, a family member, or an acquaintance seeing me doing such things filled me with shame and fear. I was playing with fire and didn’t want anyone to be around to see me burn. All I knew was that we would drive an hour or so to a spot of my choosing so he could have his way with me.
The chills I felt at the thought of an older, dirty man using my young and ripe body and coming inside me again and again were heavenly.
We met at the parking lot of a local shopping center.
He looked slightly older than his online pictures, but that didn’t bother me. He looked like he had tried to dress well for the occasion, but he didn’t seem to have put that much time into his appearance otherwise. I liked that.
On the other hand, I felt I had overdressed a bit. I had spent more than an hour picking an outfit: a tiny summer dress and white lace lingerie that would indeed show.
“Lia? Hello.” He waved at me, smiling.
He stood a couple of meters away, giving me a wide smile. From a distance, he looked like a friendly older uncle. He had a dad bod, a short beard, and a slightly receding hairline that I didn’t mind. He looked good.
I waved back.
His friendly appearance immediately calmed me. I didn’t know how to feel, but my heart was racing.
“Yeah! That’s me,” I responded.
The first few moments after meeting someone new are always awkward. I could sense the tension and the air of unfamiliarity around us, but that quickly melted away after some small talk.
His name was Eric, and he was about to be a granddad. He worked in real estate as an agent for his family’s business but also freelanced. Our conversation was so easy, and there was never a moment that I wasn’t enjoying myself. He was sweet, witty, and the right amount of flirty. He complimented my dress, accentuating my curves and making my eyes pop. I noticed his eyes lingering on the translucent fabric showing my bra.
I didn’t mind him showing interest in my white-laced bra. I even encouraged him. The situation felt thrilling. I loved the attention I was getting, especially coming from him. A part of me also enjoyed being desired.
I chose a somewhat cheap but fancy motel on the city’s outskirts. It was incredibly sleazy. But we were there for dirty things, so it felt just right.
“I’ve never been with someone as young as you,” he said hesitantly as he locked the door behind me. “This is my first time… On a site like that, I mean,” he continued.
What was about to happen wasn’t lost on me. I was bristling with excitement but had the presence of mind to think it was a little strange for him and a little exciting for me. This was a gray-haired, gruff-looking, middle-aged man I was about to have sex with. One who wanted to fuck a teenager hard.
Immediately after closing and locking the motel door behind us, the tension in the room thickened. The silence between us felt so loud. I couldn’t tell whether I was turned on or scared.
Eric approached me and took me by the hand. He pulled me gently and put his lips to my ear.
“Just say stop when you want me to,” he whispered.
A shiver went down my spine. I was so turned on, I could feel the dampness in my panties.
Eric turned me over, and we locked eyes.
The look in his eyes was unmistakable. He wanted me. Badly. As if he was going to take me right then and there. I felt excitement wash over me as I realized what would happen. His hands slid slowly down to my hips, and he pulled me close to him. He leaned in to kiss me.
A soft moan escaped my lips as he pressed his body against mine. His lips were on mine like nothing I had ever experienced. He was rough and demanding, but at the same time, he was gentle and attentive. He knew exactly what he was doing and was taking his time.
My head was swimming as he kissed me. The sensations were overwhelming, and I felt myself getting more and more aroused. My nipples hardened against his chest, and I could feel myself growing wetter with every passing second. I couldn’t help but wonder what else he would do to me.
Eric’s hands slid from my waist down to my ass, and he squeezed it firmly. The sudden movement caused me to gasp, and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. He explored every inch of it, leaving no part untouched. His tongue was hot and slick, and it moved with purpose.
He broke away from our kiss and looked at me, his eyes filled with lust.
His hand sneaked behind me and softly unzipped my dress. The soft breeze of the motel room’s AC brushed against my skin, giving me goosebumps. My dress was now undone and sliding off my body. I felt like a deer in headlights as my dress fell to the ground and left me in my lingerie.
“You are so beautiful,” Eric said.
His hand started to slide down to the waist of my panties. Slowly and gently. He was taking his time, and I was so aroused. The feeling was so intense that I couldn’t help but close my eyes and take a deep breath.
His hands started to move closer to my inner thigh, and I could feel my pulse quicken. He was so close to me now that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. His touch was gentle but firm, and I could feel my body responding to his every move. I was so wet and ready for him, but I also couldn’t help but wonder if I was making a mistake. Was I too young to be doing this? Was it wrong that I was letting a man nearly three times my age touch me?
As his hand reached the waistband of my panties, a pang of fear hit my stomach, and I jumped back a little. I didn’t know why. I knew that this was something that I had wanted for a long time and that it was something that would make me feel good. Still, a part of me was worried about the consequences of what I was about to do.
“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling his hand away.
“No,” I said, “I want you to keep going.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Please.”
Eric smiled and leaned in to kiss me again; I was ready for him this time. His kiss was passionate and hungry, and I could feel my desire growing as our tongues danced together. As he kissed me, his hands explored my body, touching me in all the right places. He gently pushed me down onto the bed.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, revealing a broad, hairy chest. I couldn’t help but stare at him as he undressed. His body was so masculine and powerful. I could feel myself getting even more aroused as I watched him undress. He was so sexy and confident, and I couldn’t wait to feel his body against mine.
He took one of my feet with tenderness and began to pull off my shoe. After both shoes were off, he started pulling my panties down. I felt a wave of embarrassment as he pulled them off, leaving me naked. My pussy was wet and glistening, and I couldn’t help but feel exposed. But at the same time, I was so aroused that I didn’t care.
“You are so cute,” Eric said.
I blushed, but I also felt proud. I was young and beautiful, and he was a grown man who wanted me. The thought of it made me even wetter. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. He was hard and ready for me. I wanted him badly and was sure he was prepared for me.
Eric began to stroke my legs and thighs, his hands moving up and down as he explored my body. I could feel my arousal building with each stroke, and I wanted him to take me right then and there. He was so confident and in control, and I felt like I was under his spell.
His mouth kissed my legs and nibbled at my tender skin. His tongue trailed the inner part of my thigh. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan of pleasure. He continued to explore my body, his lips and tongue tracing every inch of my skin.
Finally, his mouth reached my pussy. His tongue began to lick my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. I couldn’t help but moan loudly as he continued to explore me. I was so wet and ready for him, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
As his tongue circled my clit, I could feel the pressure building inside me. I couldn’t help but grab a fistful of his hair and push his head closer to my pussy. The pressure built until it was too much, and I came with a loud moan. The orgasm was so intense that I felt like I was floating in a cloud of pleasure.
I had to push him away after cumming. It was too much.
He smiled at me, looking proud of what he had done. I was still squirming and panting as he took off his pants and underwear. I couldn’t help but stare at his cock as it sprung free.
I had seen his cock before in pictures, but in person, it was something else. Its length was average but thick. It looked like it would fit inside me perfectly. He climbed back on top of me and positioned himself between my legs.
I couldn’t help but notice how big he was compared to me. His 6-foot frame towered over me. I was only 5’0″ tall. I felt small and delicate, and I couldn’t help but think about how it would feel to have him inside me.
He leaned down to kiss me again, and I could feel the weight of his body against mine. In my lightheadedness, I tried to remind him to wear a condom.
“Did you bring protection?” I asked, a bit worried.
His face showed a tinge of disappointment. He stopped moving and looked at me with a smile.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked.
“I am…” I answered, unsure if I had kept taking it as rigorously as I should after my breakup.
“Just tell me to stop if you want to stop,” he said as he kissed my neck.
His cock was so close to my pussy now that I could feel the tip of it brushing against me. I wanted him inside me, and I didn’t want to stop. I stammered as I struggled to say the words, but before I could make coherent sounds, he was already pushing his hips towards me. He began to move into me slowly. I could feel him stretching me as he filled me up. I was so wet and aroused that I didn’t even feel any pain.
As he thrust into me, I couldn’t help but moan loudly. The feeling of his thick cock inside me was incredible. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I wanted to feel every inch of him inside me, and I wanted him to go deeper.
He started to move faster, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me was incredible, and I was getting closer and closer to another orgasm. My pussy was so tight and wet that I could feel every movement he made. His cock was hitting all the right spots inside me, and I could feel the pressure building. He grabbed my arms and pinned them to the bed as he continued to thrust.
He was so rough, and I felt helpless as he took me. But at the same time, I felt incredibly turned on because he was in control. I couldn’t help but moan as he continued to pound into me, his cock filling me up completely. I was so wet and aroused that I could feel my juices dripping down my buttcheeks.
“Choke me,” I whispered.
“What?” he asked, surprised.
“I want you to choke me while you fuck me,” I repeated.
He looked at me with a wild expression and smiled. His hands moved from my wrists to my neck and squeezed gently. The feeling of his hands around my neck was strange but exhilarating. I felt vulnerable and helpless, but at the same time, I felt so alive. My hands grabbed his arms, trying to hold on as he continued to thrust into me. The pressure built inside me until I came again, this time even harder than before. The orgasm was so intense that I saw stars.
I grunted and flailed as I came, and he continued to pound into me, my pussy spasming around his cock. I felt like I was going to pass out; the pleasure was so intense. I tried to push him off me to regain my breath, but he was so heavy on top of me.
Finally, he released my neck and slowed his thrusts, allowing me to catch my breath. I couldn’t help but gasp for air as I recovered from my orgasm. He looked down at me, smiling and panting. His face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with lust. I felt so satisfied and couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“You are…” he said, panting, “such a beautiful slut.”
I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed but also proud. I loved being called a slut. It made me feel sexy and desirable. His cock was still hard inside me, and I could feel it pulsing. He rose, moving out of me. I could see a sheen of sweat on his forehead and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.
I obeyed, quickly getting into position. I was eager to have him fuck me like that, and I knew it would be even better. The feeling of his hands on my hips as he positioned himself behind me sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me again. His cock brushed against my pussy, and I couldn’t help but moan in anticipation. He pushed into me, filling me up again.
His cock was even more intense in this position, and I could feel him hitting all the right spots. He started to move, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful. His hands were on my hips, and he was using them to pull me back onto him with each thrust.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, and I could feel myself getting closer to another orgasm. I couldn’t help but moan as he continued to thrust into me, my body writhing in pleasure.
His hand slid up from my hips and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my hair back. I gasped and moaned at the sensation, feeling both vulnerable and turned on.
“Do you like this?” He grunted, his voice thick with arousal. I nodded, unable to form words as he continued to fuck me hard and fast.
“You are mine, slut. All mine. To use and do with as I please.” He grunted again, his grip tightening in my hair. His thrusts became more frantic, his cock sliding in and out of me at an incredible pace. The feeling of his thick member filling me up and stretching me was almost too much to bear. The sensation of his balls slapping against my pussy was too much, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge again.
“Please,” I begged, barely able to catch my breath. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, ready to burst.
He thrust harder and faster, and I could hear his breath becoming ragged and uneven. I came first; the orgasm hit me so hard my arms gave in, and I fell to the bed face first.
The pleasure was overwhelming as my pussy clenched around him, milking his cock. He groaned and thrust into me a few more times before he came too. His hot seed filled me up, and I could feel it leaking out of me and dripping down my thigh. The feeling was so satisfying, and I couldn’t help but smile as I lay there, feeling spent and satisfied.
He collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing down on my body. I could feel his cock soften inside me, and I felt a sense of disappointment. I didn’t want it to end.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
“No,” he panted, “thank you.”
We stayed there, both breathing heavily. I couldn’t help but giggle. I felt so good, so satisfied—a feeling I had never felt before from a stranger. The weight of his body on mine was comforting, and I didn’t want him to move, but eventually, he did.
“I have to take a shower,” he said, kissing me. I couldn’t help but sigh in disappointment. I wanted to stay in bed with him all day. He got up and went to the bathroom.
As I heard the shower, I felt my mind race. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I had sex with someone I didn’t even know. Someone who was almost three times my age.
But I didn’t regret it. I wanted to do it again.
