While I am thirty-nine years old, I have always thought of myself as shy. By nature, I am a sensible and cautious woman, but over the past few years, I have developed a strong fantasy that has begun to consume me. This is the story of that fantasy becoming a reality.
When I found myself single a few years ago following a difficult breakup, I had trouble sleeping. At night I would browse the Internet, at first just reading news and current affair sites. After stumbling across a few porn sites and at first ignoring them, out of boredom I began to spend more time exploring the different categories.
It didn't take long before I had to admit to myself, shameful as it was, that the porn I most often watched involved dirty old men with young women. They were also the videos that most excited me, never failing to get me wet and eagerly touching myself. The older the man the better. In fact, I preferred the most ugly, fat, old men, using women for their pleasure. None of my friends would ever guess this would interest me. It simultaneously repulsed me that I enjoyed it while making me super horny.
After a few months of compulsively watching dirty old men porn videos, I began to join sex chat rooms. Only chatting with very old men, I loved describing to them how I would service them and hearing them talk about fucking me hard. The fantasy was just getting stronger.
Eventually, I put a profile up on a sex dating site. Never having done anything like this before I was surprised by the huge volume of messages I relieved in the first day; there certainly are a lot of men out there looking for sex. I was selective, only responding to men over 60 years of age. I exchanged messages with a few but it was clear from the beginning I had a favourite.
Ron was sixty-nine years old. From his messages, he sounded very naughty and very horny. He did not say much and that suited me as I was just looking to act out my fantasy, not have a relationship. We sent each other links to porn videos we liked and it was clear we had similar tastes. I was so nervous, and a bit afraid, but finally agreed to meet Ron at his home. Part of my fantasy was being with a stranger so we decided not to meet at a public location first.
It was 8 pm when I knocked on his door. We had never seen each other's faces. Ron was tall. He had probably been very muscular when he was young as he was a big man, with strong arms, but he now had a large belly also. His face was wrinkled and leathery and he had grey stubble. I am slim and curvy but toned. I have long red hair and green eyes. It was clear from his expression as he opened the door that Ron was very pleased with the way I looked. I was also very aroused by him. He was so much older than me, overweight, and looked like the dirty old men in the porn videos I liked so much.
I walked in the door and he gave me a glass of wine. I had worn a coat and upon entering the lounge room I removed it. All I was wearing underneath was a black corset, stockings, suspenders, and black lace panties. I sat across from Ron and sipped my drink as he tried to make conversation. He seemed to be struggling as he was staring at my body. I could see his desire and it was turning me on.
For a moment he seemed a bit shy and I was worried this would not be the dirty old man fantasy I had always thought about. No need to worry, Ron, suddenly stood up, reached his hand out to me, and said, "I am going to take you to the bedroom now."
I followed him silently. As we entered, I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him undress. His belly was large, fat, and flabby. The rest of his body was wrinkly also. Momentarily he appeared self-conscious, even though I had told him many times that this is what turned me on. Not wanting him to feel insecure and deciding now was the time to dive in to my fantasy, I dropped to my knees in front of him. I looked up at him.
"Mmmmm...so yummy."
His cock was semi-erect and seemed average in size. I slowly stuck my tongue out and licked the head. His dick began to twitch. I ran my tongue down the shaft and lifted it with my hand. My head dipped down and began to lick his sagging, hairy old balls. I licked and licked and licked and then gently took his balls fully in my mouth. I could hear him moaning as he reached down and put his hand on my head.
I heard him say, "Suck my cock like a good girl. Suck it!"
Ron no longer seemed reserved; this was just how I had wanted this fantasy to go. I moved my tongue back up the shaft of his cock. For an old man, I was surprised how hard he had become. Now erect, it was clear to me that Ron was actually a very well-endowed old man. It may not have been exceptionally long but it was thick and his head was like a mushroom. I opened my lips wide and slid my mouth around his cock.
Slowly I began to suck up and down his cock, looking up into his eyes. I could only just see his face as he leaned over his fat belly, his eyes wide open as he watched me sucking him. I began to suck faster and harder and I felt Ron moving his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. His hand reached around behind my head and he began guiding my head onto him.
"Suck it, dirty slut!" he said loudly and firmly.
I was so turned on. The sound of this fat, ugly, dirty old pervert ordering me to suck his cock was making me so wet.
"Suck my fat old cock."
He was moaning and thrusting his cock into my mouth as I sucked him. We both knew that this cock was by far the oldest that had ever been in my mouth, more than 18 years older than any other man I had been with. My hand cupped his balls as my tongue circled the large, bulging head. I sucked up and down his cock as he shoved it deeper into my mouth, gagging a little. Even now I know how disgusting this sounds but that is what turned me on so much. I could have sucked on his fat old cock forever.
After about ten minutes, Ron pulled abruptly out of my mouth.
