Hello, my name is Anna. I want to tell you one short story that happened to me recently. I met one man. That man, because he was older than me almost two and a half times. Some would even call it Granddaddy :) But I've always liked older guys, so for me it was not a problem. However if I had not even thought about giving it to. I have not had any experience with a man of his age, and I have not even considered that possibility. It even seemed that no matter what he can not in sexual terms. But as the events later showed, I was wrong. Very much mistaken. But perhaps we should start with yourself. I am 19 years old, blonde with a second breast size. I recently went to university to be an economist. I like to study, do not expect that to be so interesting. Many in our group slept on the pairs, but not me. I am a diligent student; however, is not round excellent student, but I try. Three times a week I go to the gym, and even on weekends and yoga classes. So I can not blame the lack of a good figure. She's just super :) Friends often do not understand me. They say the same thing: "Why do not you meet normal guys? Why do you have these old people? ". Frankly, I already got these issues. I myself will decide whom to fuck me, and who does not! I'm a big girl.
Now a little about it. The most unusual is that it works as a janitor at the university. It is, of course, is not atlas - with the figure of his big problems. Simply put, it is very thick, like an inflated balloon, he has bad skin, fat face constantly, rare greasy hair and dirty fingernails. Just say no ideal man. Many times I saw him when sat up late at the library. Several times we crossed glances, and even then I knew he was strangely at me. In his view, had the desire and lust, passion and the sea, it is the combination, against which I could not resist. After a while, I was specifically waiting for the closing of the university and did not leave until I see him at least once. Apparently he knew my plan and began to come very early for work. He cleaned, while I sat and read the "economic theory." He washed the floors very carefully around my desk, leaning over and over again to scrub "particularly dirty spot." I became acutely aware of his presence felt as he glares at my long legs, caressing them in his imagination, making an incredible effort not to rush at me and did not tear right here, on this very desk in the library in front of her workers.
Our games lasted a week. Every day I tried to tease him even more: wore very short skirts, blouses with big cutout, elegant caved in front of him, putting her ass when raised textbook that allegedly accidentally dropped. And all the while watching him as he raged against the fact that nothing he could do as he glared at me. On his face was written, that he at any moment, if the opportunity presents itself, ready to tear me all this unnecessary clothes, grabbed me by the long, golden hair and put on his knees before him. Every moment he radiated a desire to pull his pants, pulled out his penis and without unnecessary conversations fuck me in the mouth, reaching up to the throat, and pour me after all this sperm. Liters of semen. So that it dripped from my hair, chin and elastic tits pussy right on, and from there on the floor.
And once I wore shorts, and when he bent down again next to my desk to wipe the parquet floor, I suddenly opened her legs for him. I thought he frightened, quickly get up and leave, but no such luck. He long held the view of my shaved smooth pussy, and obviously was not going to go away. I was even a little ill at ease in my mind flashed the thought that I should not do it all started a. I heard he was breathing heavily, and then (Oh, God!) Felt his hand on her pussy. His hot wet fingers stroked my girl! He wanted to get inside and start to fuck me right there with her hand! By this turn of events, I was not ready, and would have had to stand up and scream or do anything to stop it. But then he looked me straight in the eyes of his surprisingly confident, full of lust look.
- Do not jerk, slut - he whispered.
- Will you be quiet, no one will notice, understand?
I could not answer him anything, just nodded and pursed her lips tighter.
He continued his dirty work. His finger was already inside me and moved like clockwork. He rubbed his thumb my clit. I firmly grabbed the edge of the desk - I was more and more difficult to maintain composure. In the chest began to emerge moaning, but I tried not to release it. At the time of his second finger entered the mine, treacherously pussy. Sounds chomping wet pussy were heard under the desk. Thank God he does not move as fast as before, and began to make slow movements. On my skin crawl, at any moment, any employee of the library or, worse yet, the student can see and then we would have been a huge scandal. But it seems that a cleaner was not going to give up so early. Already three of his fingers are inside me now, obviously, have set themselves the task of publicly brought to orgasm playful poor student, who writhes in agony, trying to keep a straight face. Sit quietly in a chair was not possible. He is so strong and deep was part of me that I seemed to jump start it in tact. And even I myself flooded with your own secretions and continually move down from their homes. Had to balance so as not to fall to the floor.
- Everything depends on you, bitch. The faster you finish, the less likely that you'll be famous in the whole university for his slut behavior. Slut behavior. When he said these words, I clearly realized who I really am - Juvenile whore, trying to seduce an adult uncle. And I, apparently, it happened. I was even proud of him, and unconsciously start to finish. I fill it with his hand juices, cramping legs and drove my body, I trembled, as at 30 degree frost, no longer knowing where I am and with whom. I seemed to forget all limits of decency and turned into a real little slut. And I liked it.
When I woke up to an orgasm, cleaner already pulled out of my own fingers and wiped them on a cloth, which wiped the dust. He looked at me without looking up and smiling. It looks like he got what he wanted. The first stage is passed. There is still a lot of fun.
Part 2
For the next week, he pretended nothing had happened. I started to think that he lost interest in me. In the soul crept into question. What is it? Is he decided to torment me? I wanted to continue. In the evening, remembering his deep confident voice and a hard look, I could not rest until it had finished a couple of times, and sometimes three. I miss him. Not enough of our games, that buzz that I experienced last time. It felt wrong. I decided at that at all costs to return it, make sure that he wanted me back.
I knew what to do ever again in the library is dangerous, for the second time may not be so lucky. I do nothing else to do but how do you know where he lives, and come to his home. Ask anyone, I could not - in a strange way it would look like. So I decided to follow him. Left late again, I waited, when he finished, leave the University, and followed him. The street was dark and badly I needed all my attention, so as not to lose sight of him. Finally, we reached his house. I most carefully infiltrated into the entrance and found the apartment number in which he lives. The point was made. I had his address. Now only need to be prepared. However, I was not sure whether he is living with someone...
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Now a little about it. The most unusual is that it works as a janitor at the university. It is, of course, is not atlas - with the figure of his big problems. Simply put, it is very thick, like an inflated balloon, he has bad skin, fat face constantly, rare greasy hair and dirty fingernails. Just say no ideal man. Many times I saw him when sat up late at the library. Several times we crossed glances, and even then I knew he was strangely at me. In his view, had the desire and lust, passion and the sea, it is the combination, against which I could not resist. After a while, I was specifically waiting for the closing of the university and did not leave until I see him at least once. Apparently he knew my plan and began to come very early for work. He cleaned, while I sat and read the "economic theory." He washed the floors very carefully around my desk, leaning over and over again to scrub "particularly dirty spot." I became acutely aware of his presence felt as he glares at my long legs, caressing them in his imagination, making an incredible effort not to rush at me and did not tear right here, on this very desk in the library in front of her workers.
Our games lasted a week. Every day I tried to tease him even more: wore very short skirts, blouses with big cutout, elegant caved in front of him, putting her ass when raised textbook that allegedly accidentally dropped. And all the while watching him as he raged against the fact that nothing he could do as he glared at me. On his face was written, that he at any moment, if the opportunity presents itself, ready to tear me all this unnecessary clothes, grabbed me by the long, golden hair and put on his knees before him. Every moment he radiated a desire to pull his pants, pulled out his penis and without unnecessary conversations fuck me in the mouth, reaching up to the throat, and pour me after all this sperm. Liters of semen. So that it dripped from my hair, chin and elastic tits pussy right on, and from there on the floor.
And once I wore shorts, and when he bent down again next to my desk to wipe the parquet floor, I suddenly opened her legs for him. I thought he frightened, quickly get up and leave, but no such luck. He long held the view of my shaved smooth pussy, and obviously was not going to go away. I was even a little ill at ease in my mind flashed the thought that I should not do it all started a. I heard he was breathing heavily, and then (Oh, God!) Felt his hand on her pussy. His hot wet fingers stroked my girl! He wanted to get inside and start to fuck me right there with her hand! By this turn of events, I was not ready, and would have had to stand up and scream or do anything to stop it. But then he looked me straight in the eyes of his surprisingly confident, full of lust look.
- Do not jerk, slut - he whispered.
- Will you be quiet, no one will notice, understand?
I could not answer him anything, just nodded and pursed her lips tighter.
He continued his dirty work. His finger was already inside me and moved like clockwork. He rubbed his thumb my clit. I firmly grabbed the edge of the desk - I was more and more difficult to maintain composure. In the chest began to emerge moaning, but I tried not to release it. At the time of his second finger entered the mine, treacherously pussy. Sounds chomping wet pussy were heard under the desk. Thank God he does not move as fast as before, and began to make slow movements. On my skin crawl, at any moment, any employee of the library or, worse yet, the student can see and then we would have been a huge scandal. But it seems that a cleaner was not going to give up so early. Already three of his fingers are inside me now, obviously, have set themselves the task of publicly brought to orgasm playful poor student, who writhes in agony, trying to keep a straight face. Sit quietly in a chair was not possible. He is so strong and deep was part of me that I seemed to jump start it in tact. And even I myself flooded with your own secretions and continually move down from their homes. Had to balance so as not to fall to the floor.
- Everything depends on you, bitch. The faster you finish, the less likely that you'll be famous in the whole university for his slut behavior. Slut behavior. When he said these words, I clearly realized who I really am - Juvenile whore, trying to seduce an adult uncle. And I, apparently, it happened. I was even proud of him, and unconsciously start to finish. I fill it with his hand juices, cramping legs and drove my body, I trembled, as at 30 degree frost, no longer knowing where I am and with whom. I seemed to forget all limits of decency and turned into a real little slut. And I liked it.
When I woke up to an orgasm, cleaner already pulled out of my own fingers and wiped them on a cloth, which wiped the dust. He looked at me without looking up and smiling. It looks like he got what he wanted. The first stage is passed. There is still a lot of fun.
Part 2
For the next week, he pretended nothing had happened. I started to think that he lost interest in me. In the soul crept into question. What is it? Is he decided to torment me? I wanted to continue. In the evening, remembering his deep confident voice and a hard look, I could not rest until it had finished a couple of times, and sometimes three. I miss him. Not enough of our games, that buzz that I experienced last time. It felt wrong. I decided at that at all costs to return it, make sure that he wanted me back.
I knew what to do ever again in the library is dangerous, for the second time may not be so lucky. I do nothing else to do but how do you know where he lives, and come to his home. Ask anyone, I could not - in a strange way it would look like. So I decided to follow him. Left late again, I waited, when he finished, leave the University, and followed him. The street was dark and badly I needed all my attention, so as not to lose sight of him. Finally, we reached his house. I most carefully infiltrated into the entrance and found the apartment number in which he lives. The point was made. I had his address. Now only need to be prepared. However, I was not sure whether he is living with someone...
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