Imagine, you have a chance to live out a fantasy. That's what I've been able to do. This is the continuing story of my obsession with "Dirty Old Men', Bless them all.
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Charlie stood up and pushed me aside. "Put them panties back on." He walked past me and into the living room. Did he say I was to be his personal sex slave? My god how did this happen? I knew as I walked towards the living room, to Charlie, that I was going to do anything he wanted. I had found that excitement again. The years were good to me and I had many enjoyable moments. This feeling, the spark, had been missing.
I saw the magazine on the floor. Big Jugs, that's what started this whole thing. I wasn't sure what to do so I stood in the doorway and waited for Charlie to instruct me. Funny I never needed instruction before, not for many years at any rate. I covered my breasts with my arms not from fear or shame but rather protection from what I couldn't see before me.
The house was dark and as I stood anticipating what was to come next I heard Charlie yelling from the middle of the room.
"Put those hands down. Those big tits belong to me. Bring them babies here so I can get to work."
I saw Charlie sitting on the couch and I walked to him. I looked about the room and it was filled with old worn furniture, old and worn, just like Charlie. As I got closer I saw that he had taken his pride and joy out of his shorts. His cock was a surprise. It had to be a good six inches and at least three in girth. What he lacked in length his width made up for. The head was a big bulb, red and swollen. I was secretly excited. The fact that Charlie was 81 meant that in all likelihood he wouldn't have the physical power to have an erection. This was more than I ever imagined. He was stroking it slowly up and down the shaft. I wanted that snake slithering in my pussy.
"I see that look on your face; you're surprised that an old guy like me can still get it up. Well, don't worry, I can not only get it up, I can keep it up. I've lived a good life, took care of myself. Good living keeps you firm and hard. It doesn't hurt that a fine woman like yourself is willing and wants it, and we both knew the minute you walked thru my door that you wanted it. You love having a dirty old codger like me slurping my tongue over them big tits. I saw your nipples, big and hard sticking up and pointing at me. You wanted me to reach right out and feel you up when you sat down. I may be old but I'm not blind or stupid. You showed me that pussy before I even opened the door. Well now you're gonna get what you want."
Something told me he was a man of his word.
"I can suck them tits real good, so good it makes your cunt cream. When I slid my old fingers in your wet pussy you fucked my hand real nice. You have a clit the size of a cherry and I'm gonna have to suck on that for a good while. Maybe I'll finger you and suck that clit at the same time, maybe I won't. Dirty Old Charlie is gonna teach you how to pop your clit for me. I bet you don't even know what that is? I'm gonna show ya."
Now, this was something I had never heard of, and I was not a woman who didn't enjoy her life.
"I'm gonna have to start all over now sucking them big jugs and creamin up that pussy. The prize today is that cunt juice when you cum over and over in Old Man Charlie's mouth. Now see that chair there you go stand in front of it."
Charlie had pointed to a chair with big arms on it. I walked over to it and stood waiting for Charlie to tell me where he wanted me. I'm sure it was somewhat of a surprise that I followed his instructions and didn't refuse. Why would I, I wanted to be here. Charlie got up off the couch and let his cock hang freely, proudly, out of his shorts.
He walked towards me smirking, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together. When he was standing in front of me he grabbed my tits, bent his head, and just bit each nipple. It made me cry out and he did it again causing me to yelp. Feeling positive, a dirty smile came over his face, he slipped his tongue out of his mouth and he licked each throbbing tip. My old man took a step back, pursed his lips, and began blowing on the swelling flesh. The cool air caused the already puffy nipples, to stiffen and harden. He brought his hands up and started pulling them straight out. I couldn't believe how huge my sore nipples were, they had become double in size. They looked like two red gumdrops. Even when they weren't teased and sucked they were still big and hard more like pencil erasers.
I learned very early on that my breasts were something men wanted to touch and bite.
My first occurrence with a dirty old man was at nineteen. That experience is still what drives my sexual fantasy to this day. I'm sure you're curious as to what happened? I know you're all interested and I will tell you but that will have to wait. Now, this is all about Charlie.
Charlie was ready to proceed and he wasn't willing to waste any time.
"Old Charlie is about to teach you to pop your clit. Now, I have to swell that button up nice and big, tease it real good so its gonna stand up high when you pop it. Here's the thing, I'm gonna have to suck on your clit real good. My old tongue has to lick all around and get it real hot and stiff. You'll want Old Charlie to suck it till you cum but that's gonna get you punished. No matter what, you can't cum until I say you can. If you do ohhhh boy will you get it real good. Now get over here and sit down in this chair, put your cunt on the edge and your legs over the arms nice and wide."
I sat down into the chair and moved forward until my cheeks were right on the edge of the cushion. I lifted my legs and put them over the arms and leaned back against the chair. My pussy was wide open.
Henry started rubbing my pussy through my panties. He slipped a finger underneath the part that covered my lips. He moved that digit up and down, getting it wet. When he felt it was sopping with my secretions he pulled it out.
