Age Difference

What nineteen-year-old girl didn't have a thing for older guys? I certainly did so naturally once I started joining Hook-Up sites I listed my preferences for men forty-five and older. To mirror that, if you were a forty-five-plus yea- old guy on Hook-Up sites would you turn down an eager nineteen-year-old blonde? My inbox became flooded with messages from older men wanting to play with me and I was all too happy to respond to as many as I could to find some potential playmates. My first one was a fifty-two-year-old silver fox who, after doing several security and safety checks, I met in a public place before following him to his 2002 Bentley.

I'm not a car girl but fuck did seeing it turn me on. We got inside and his mouth was on mine before I could even get my seat belt on. It wasn't a gentle kiss. His fingers tangled into my blonde hair as his tongue pushed past my lips, tasting of coffee and a faint hint of whiskey. I met his force with my own, my hands coming up to grip his coat to pull him in closer. I moaned into his mouth, my nipples already hard little points against my bra.

He pulled back, seemingly satisfied and brought the engine to life. 'Not here,' he murmured. 'I know a place.'

'Great,' I said breathlessly. The drive was a blur of cars, traffic lights and blurred faces. I was already wet. Really fucking wet. I reached down and rubbed myself against my jeans and he noticed. He swallowed and I reached over to rub against his hard cock.

'Fuck,' he said as he turned onto a tree-lined lane. He then turned into a gap in the trees and drove until we were out of sight. 'Back seat,' he said simply and I practically scrambled over the seat into the back while he did the more sensible thing and got out the front and went in through the back door. He unbuttoned his trousers, the sound of the zipper coming down obscenely loud.

His cock sprang free, thick, hard and veiny. My mouth actually watered at the sight of it.I need that,I thought.

'Get on top,' he growled, settling in on the seat. 'I want to see those perfect tits bounce.'

Fumbling with my jeans, I shoved them down my hips along with my thong, kicking them and my boots off in a very unlady like manner. I straddled him, my knees sinking into the soft leather of the seat. I reached between us, my fingers wrapping around his cock so I could slide it into my soaking, aching slit.

He grabbed onto my hips as I awkwardly pulled my top off so he could get a perfect view of my tits before I lowered myself onto him. A sharp, gasping cry tore through my throat. He was so fucking big. I could feel every inch of him inside my cunt and I stayed there for a moment to appreciate the feeling of being so fucking full. Then I moved. I rose up, almost until the tip of him threatened to slip out before I sank back down in a slow, delicious grind. His hands were glued to my chest and I pulled the cups down to expose my nipples to the cold air.

I rode him harder and faster, and the car filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together along with my ragged breath and his guttural groans. The scent of sex, of my own arousal and his musk, was thick in the cold air. I reached down and played my clit, causing me to curse. His hands glided down my hips and grabbed my ass, giving it a hard, playful slap.

'Such a fat ass,' he growled.

'So fucking fat,' I agreed.

'I want to watch it jiggle,' he said, slapping it again. 'Outside. Now. Bend over the bonnet.'

I didn't hesitate. I stumbled out onto the grass, the rocks and cold mud biting into my bare feet. I walked to the front of the car and bent forward, placing my hands flat on the warm hood of the Bentley. I heard him spit, then the wet sound of him slicking up his cock.

Oh God.

He moved behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other guiding himself. I felt the broad head of his cock nudge against my dripping pussy and I held my breath. He didn't tease. He just pushed. He drove into me from behind in one deep, brutal thrust that stole the air from my lungs.

'Oh- fuck,' I let out, closing my eyes as he set a punishing rhythm. Each thrust slammed me into the metal of the car as my tits swung heavily beneath me. His hand stayed on my hip to hold me in place and he used his free hand to reach around my front, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed tight, hard circles exactly where I need it.

'Fucking slut,' he said between ragged breaths. 'You wanted an old man to fuck your tight little cunt didn't you?'

'Fuck yes!' I cried.

'Tell me you're a fucking slut,' he commanded and the words sent my head swimming.

'I'm a fucking slut,' I obeyed, my face flushed red. 'I-I'm a fucking slut.'

His fingers left my clit and grasped my hair, pulling my head back. His other hand left my hip and he reached forward to slap my cheek. I gasped from shock but he didn't let up. If anything, he became more frenzied and I was sure I was going to scream with pleasure.

'Fucking addicted to old man cock, aren't you?' he asked and I tried to nod but his grip on my hair was too tight. 'Fucking say it!'

'I'm addicted to old man cock,' I cried. 'I fucking- I fucking love it.'

He pulled out and I let out a surprised moan. He pulled me up before pushing me down onto my knees. I opened up for him without being told like a good girl eager for her treat- except he was just giving it to me. He was taking what he wanted. His fingers tangled in my blonde hair again, wrapping my hair around his hand in a clear sign of control.

The tip of his cock traced my lips. 'Open wider, slut,' he commanded, his voice low.

I obeyed and opened my mouth so wide that it hurt. He filled my mouth in one solid, insistent thrust, the length of him hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering instantly but the sound I made was one of pure need, muffled around his girth.

'Good girl,' he purred. 'Take it all...'

He began to move, not content with letting me find my own pace. He began fucking my mouth with the same demanding intensity he had fucked my pussy with. Each thrust buried him to the root, the head of his cock tapping my throat and making me choke and sputter. I looked up at him, my blue eyes pleading. His gaze didn't meet mind though. He was too focused on watching his slick cock disappear between my lips over and over.

The vulgar, wet sounds of his thrusts filled my ears and he slapped me again.

'Hands behind your back, bitch,' he ordered and I obeyed. He pulled out again and began to rub his slick cock, and I took a few seconds to catch my breath. He positioned the tip of his cock on my bottom lip, his hand close to hitting my chin.

'You're going to swallow all my cum. Every fucking drop,' he told me, practically breathless. He erupted, a hot, salty flood hitting the back of my throat. I gulped it down frantically, no missing a single drop. Desperate to please, I lent forward and took his cock back in my mouth so I could suck out the remaining drops of his cum. He pulled out, his cock sliding from my swollen lips with a soft, wet pop.

I gasped for air, my chest heaving but I stayed on my knees. I looked up at him, feeling thoroughly used and thankful for it. He stared down at me and smirked.

'Fuck that was hot,' he told me and helped me to my feet and I got dressed as quickly as possible. 'Want me to take you home?'

'You can just take me back to the car park,' I replied.

'Meeting up with someone else today?' he asked and all I could do was smile.

'Maybe.'