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I Had Sex With an Old Man Who Had Been Masturbating to Images of Me Since I Was 18!
I provided pleasure to my daddy’s friend’s soft, old cock with my tight pussy while I got worshipped by a gray-haired head between my legs [My Sex Life Diary]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
I live in a beach condo in South Florida, borrowed from one of my daddy’s old friends. Last Summer, he came for a visit. You may check what happened on day one and day two if you want. Why not?
I woke up on Monday morning on my belly. I guess I fell asleep while my dad’s friend was giving me a back massage. The last I remember was his kisses on my lower back and his hands on my naked ass. I rarely sleep through the night without waking up at least once. His hands had done magic to my body!
I followed the smell of coffee and bacon to the kitchen, and there he was, in his boxer shorts, taking care of “us”. I hugged him and kissed him on both cheeks, with my naked tits squeezed against the white hair on his chest.
“Good morning,” I said, still on my tippy toes.
He asked me to have a seat, and just like before, he took care of everything, not even letting me help with dirty dishes after breakfast. I thought I was spoiled just by using his condo for free, but with the old man in it, life was even better.
Once he was done with the dishes and came back to sit at the table, I got up, walked to him, and sat on his lap. Then I grabbed one of his hands and placed it over my naked right breast.
“Thank you so much! Your hands must be magical. I’ve never slept so well!”
The pieces of conversation are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but the gist of it is in there.He simply smiled, then flipped his hand around and caressed me with the back of his hand: my breast, my belly, and down my leg.
“What’s with the back of the hand?” I asked, taking back his hand to reposition it on my breast so that he could cup it. “I’m in your condo. I’m yours!”
“Delisha! Don’t ever say that. You are nobody’s property. Be your own person, sweetie!” he replied, but this time he squeezed my breast and caressed my nipple with his index finger. We were getting somewhere!
It’s a good thing he didn’t know about me being a fuck toy to my friend Madison and her husband!
We spent his vacation week having a lot of fun. We went for an airboat ride in the Everglades, visited an alligator farm, did the Shark Valley trail, and ate delicious food in restaurants between Miami and Fort Lauderdale.
On Monday night, he massaged my body from head to toe, except that I forced myself to remain awake long enough to flip my body around for him to complete the massage session with the front part of my nude body. He knew what he was doing! The way he worked on my muscles was as good as when I got to see a professional massage therapist. But there was an extra. Something special. His kisses! He applied a wet kiss everywhere he massaged!
I managed to cup his furry balls and stroke his cock a little bit, but as soon as I tried to move my mouth close to his male sex parts, he stopped me. He kept saying that a princess's mouth shouldn’t do anything but kiss the prince she wants.
On Tuesday night, things heated up, though. The massage was over, and I was half-asleep when he kissed my belly lower than he had done before. He continued with wet kisses down to the top of my pussy. Then, he gently spread my legs apart and placed his tongue at the bottom of my vulva, pressing his tongue on me while licking up to open my outer lips. I wasn’t half-asleep anymore. I can tell you that!
He slowly and gently licked my outer lips, then inner lips, up and down, then located and kissed my clitoris. I looked down at that white-haired old man’s head between my legs. It was not just about how he physically pleased me. There was an energy between our two bodies. I could feel his love for my body in every lick and every kiss.
Needless to say, eventually, my toes curled, my body convulsed, and I yelled with pleasure. Yet, he didn’t stop. I tried to pull him up like he had done to me on our first night, but he pushed my hands away and, instead, extended his arms up to cup and caress my breasts while he continued to worship my pussy until I climaxed a second time.
Once our bodies were side by side, hugging, I asked him why a prince was doing what a princess was not allowed to do. He laughed and said he wasn’t a prince. I said I wasn’t always a princess; sometimes, I was a dirty slut. He told me to never say that again. I was a miracle of nature, he said. An art form, he added. His words were as good as his hands!
I tried to reciprocate, but he wouldn’t let my mouth get anywhere near his genitals. Yet, I could see his penis as hard as ever. It reminded me of sex position 61 I like to use when “torturing” a boyfriend, and I couldn’t resist jumping over him and going up until my pussy was right above his mouth.
He looked stunned.
“Ever pleased a woman in that position?” I asked. He shook his head in the negative.
“Well, take care of me, old man!” I said, lowering my vaginal lips to his lips. He understood what I wanted and got to work as magically as he had done before, except that this time I could lock eyes with it. I caressed my boobs and my belly for his entertainment, and sometimes I twisted my body around to caress his cock, keeping it as hard as that old cock could be.
To my surprise, for the third orgasm the old man gave me that night, I yelled “Daddy” at the peak of my convulsions. He said nothing about it.
On Wednesday, after another full schedule of adventuring and restaurant dining, we crashed on the couch at home. I extended my feet over his lap for him to massage them. I was getting spoiled!
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to live without you anymore!” I said. That gave him a big grin, and he doubled the energy given to massaging my feet.
I looked at that man. I thought he was probably in his 50s, but when I asked, he said he was 62, which is more than double my age. The funny thing is that it didn’t turn me off. In fact, it excited me even more. 60?! A sixty-year-old cock! I wanted it!
I placed myself on his lap, facing him, then I removed my sundress by sliding it over my head, leaving my body totally naked since I’m rarely wearing more than that one piece of clothing. I got up momentarily to push down his shorts, then his underwear. He objected repeatedly, but every time, I placed a wet kiss on his lips. It was our first time kissing on the lips!
I sat back on his lap and pulled his t-shirt above his head. I wanted to see the white hair all over his chest. That was a turn-on for me. As I placed and held my lips against his, I placed both hands on his cock and caressed it. It was stiffening.
“I want Daddy inside of me!” I whispered.
He objected, saying “no” between kisses, but he didn’t push me away, and he easily could have. I’m relatively small compared to him.
Eventually, I lifted myself and used the tip of his cock to caress my clit. But when I tried to slide my pussy onto his rod, he categorically said, “No”. He stated he needed Viagra (I think it was Cialis, actually, but whatever). He couldn’t have sex without drug support anymore, he explained.
“Shhh,” I said, kissing him and gently sliding onto the tip of his cock. As expected, that penis was hard but not rock solid. So I slowly went up and down, each time going further, lubricating it well with my pussy juice until his entire penis was inside of me.
I looked him in the eyes. “See? I’m good for you!”
His facial expression was priceless. He could hardly breathe.
I didn’t want to go up and down too actively for fear of the rod not being hard enough to sustain repetitive penetration, so instead, I squeezed it over and over with my vaginal walls, which I’ve been told are strong and tight. I’ve never had kids, and I’m still young!
I didn’t have to do that exercise for very long. He was quite aroused and quickly ejaculated. As I felt his sperm splashing inside of me, he hugged me so tight I thought my boobs were about to pop out on the other side of my body! Meanwhile, I kept saying, “Yes, daddy!”
Once he was done emptying his old furry balls, he kept holding me tight. I think he was shy to look me in the eyes, feeling guilty for some reason. But eventually, he released his grip enough for me to kiss him again.
“It’s good! I wanted you inside of me!” I said.
He kissed me.
The Wednesday evening’s sex session on the couch opened up a floodgate. We had sex again that evening in bed, then the following morning before breakfast. At that point, he clearly had taken his medication because that old cock was as hard as any young one I had ever sat on.
For the rest of the week, we had sex every night and every morning. We also had sex in his rental car in the parking lot of a restaurant.
And he opened up to me. Apparently, I was the first woman he had sex with since his wife had died 12 years prior. The poor man and poor neglected balls! He also maintained he didn’t know a pussy could be as tight as mine. His words!
On the last evening before his departure, while having dinner at a fancy restaurant I couldn’t afford on my own, I asked him about our past. I remembered him being around our family forever. I wanted clarification on something he had said earlier in the week about him having wanted me even before it was appropriate.
He swore he was never sexually attracted to me when I was a minor, but that changed drastically and magically when I turned 18. I chose to believe him. I remembered he came to witness the last open water dives of my scuba diving instructor examination weekend. My parents were not even there.
I became a divemaster when I turned 18 and moved on to do my dive instructor course right after.
He reminded me he had helped me change at the end of the last dive, and then the light went on in my head. I could see him holding a towel next to me while I changed on the grass by the car. He was much taller than me, and he was looking down at me.
“But you’ve seen me naked at home often!”
He explained that he particularly enjoyed seeing my naked body dripping with water with messy hair stuck to my back and my breasts. People have a variety of preferences, I guess.
Even more titillating… He said he had been masturbating to images of me since then. Wow! For years, that old man had been masturbating to… Me! Meanwhile, for years, I had sex with numerous old men. It was about time we connected!
During the last night, we barely slept. We had sex all night. It is true that “the medication” makes the cock stand hard for a long time! Nevertheless, every once in a while, I gave his penetrating tool a rest after an ejaculation. It allowed me time to ask for him to re-tell me about how often he masturbated thinking of me. I enjoyed hearing it!
All the while, he never let me give him oral sex. That was non-negotiable, he said. He insisted that his masturbation sessions were always about him worshipping my body, not the other way around, and he didn’t want to destroy that image.
Gosh! I enjoy being a fuck toy for Madison and Darnell, but… Being worshipped by that old man was priceless.
When he left on the last morning, I begged him to come back soon. He said he would try to come down to South Florida at Christmas to come down on me. And he did. It was for the 2021 Holiday Season.
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