Lustful Encounter

This is my first story…I wanted it to be something special……. I was invited to this party as part of my media studies project during my vacations. It was a beautifully hot evening as I got to the venue. I wore a pink summer dress, a pair of white ankle socks with a turnover fringe, and black shiny sandals. Lots of guests had arrived at the hotel before me, and were milling around . I saw my guide from the newspaper office and went over to talk to him and his family. Suddenly, from behind me, I heard the booming of a man’s voice calling out my guide’s name. We all turned in the direction of the noise, and when they saw who owned the foghorn, their faces beamed with delight. It was ….hmmm….lets call him Mr. Raj…. ‘Tyag, you old boy’, he said to my guide as he pumped his hand enthusiastically. ‘We haven’t seen you since I left office! How are you?'. Raj wished my guide's wife, said she looked wonderful, which made her blush, and asked where the rest of the family where. When she told him they were right behind him, he turned around to greet them. And he met my eyes, I’m 5ft 4 and he was around 4 inches taller I guess.‘And who is this beautiful young lady? We havent met?’ Now it was my turn to blush. I offered Raj my hand and said a whispered hello. As he took my hand into his large palm, I could feel his sweat and warmth. It gave me a strange sensation, was I getting a turn on? I asked myslef, unable to take my eyes off him. I guessed as he dint take his eyes off me as well. I felt like his eyes were penetrating me! I moved away from them for a while to escape my feelings, to get a breather, when the host called for some announcement saying that the dinner was ready and we could move to the dining hall. I was about to move looking for my guide and his family, I felt a pair of strong hands holding my bare arms. As I turned around and saw Raj, I almost fainted with excitement. He had come looking for me. Soon, his hands were moving gently up and down my arms. Part of me wanted to cringe, but the greater part of me was excited beyond description at the thought of being touched by such an elderly man. Slowly, Raj bent his head down to my ear: ‘You are very pretty,’ he remarked. I nodded my agreement, hardly able to breathe. He made me sit on a chair with him and as he pulled himself upright again, his left hand moved up to my shoulder. Nobody was looking in our direction, but it didn’t really matter, because he made it look like an accident. Only he and I knew that the strap that fell off my shoulder was as a result of his sleight of hand. I felt the power that this old man still had as he fondled my naked skin, and pulled me slightly back towards him. Suddenly, I was aware of something hard sticking into the small of my back. I knew what it was. I knew that this old man wanted me, badly. He leaned over towards me. ‘What’ll you do after the party?’ he asked, quietly. ‘I expect to go back to my room…..’ I replied. He visibly took a deep breath and glanced downwards. My gaze followed his and I saw his old, mottled right hand go under the tablecloth and onto my left knee. ‘Come to my room now!’ he said, with a definite authority in his voice. I realised that he was taking a big chance by coming flat out and asking me. I looked up at him and demurely nodded my assent. He licked his lips as though examining a juicy steak, and told me his room number. He got up and walked away smiling at some others. Nobody knew me so I felt it was a risk worth taking. I can’t explain how sexy and excited I felt. I also felt sluttish and cheap, but that only made me want to go to his room even more. I walked slowly to the stairwell. I was terribly afraid that I would bump into someone who knew me. But except for some voices drifting up from the bar, it was deathly still. I climbed up the two flights of stairs to the fourth floor, and gingerly made my way to his room. I could still turn back if I wanted. Here was I about to give myself over to a dirty, old, fat man! But I knew that I wouldn’t turn back; I was almost having to touch myself right there in the corridor because my lust was so bad. I walked up to his door and looked up at the number. Yes, it was the right room, I was sure of that. Slowly, I brought my right fist up to head height, and knocked against the wood, ever so quietly. Part of me wanted to say that he hadn’t heard me, I had done my part but he hadn’t been in. But if that part had had any chance of winning the battle for my conscience, it lost as the door slowly opened. My head was already raised to the top of the door in expectance of where his head should be. He peeked around the door lower than I had expected. ‘Quickly’, he ordered, ‘come in, quickly, quickly.’ As I entered his lair, he grabbed my arm roughly, and told me to go sit on the couch. As I walked over to it, I turned around to see him glancing both ways along the corridor to satisfy himself that nobody had seen me come in. He was wearing the bathrobe that the hotel supplies. As he turned around to face me, after locking the door, I could see that it was barely large enough to wrap around his rotund waist. A mass of tangled grey hair matted his chest, and his face seemed redder than it had been before. He walked slowly over towards the couch that I was sitting on. I couldn’t help but think of the pornographic picture series that had gotten me excited in the first place. As he came close, I could smell that old man musk on him, the one that all old men seem to have. Part of me cringed as he sat down beside me and began to rub my bare arm with the back of his hand. There was no turning back now. I would have to let him do whatever he wanted. ‘You know why I asked you here, don’t you?’ He hissed. I fixed my eyes on his, and just nodded. ‘Good. Now, let’s see what you can do to please me.’ With that, his hand left my arm, and moved towards the six buttons that held the front of my dress together. His other hand came to join the first and I watched, mesmerised, as his fat fingers tried to undo my top button. It was like I was watching these things happening to somebody else, in slow motion. At last he got it undone, and his hands set off for the next one down. He was fumbling badly at the third button, and I could tell that if was staying in the same hotel, he would have just ripped my dress completely off. As it happened, he did lose patience, but instead of violence, he instructed me to undo the rest myself. I only just managed to get the final button unfastened before he flung open my dress, exposing by chest and panties to his lustful gaze. He whispered ‘Oh, my god.’ As his greedy hands came onto the skin of my belly, travelling upwards. ‘So soft, so pure.’ He said to himself. When the palm of his right hand began to rub across my nipple, I arched back involuntarily, thrusting my body out closer to him. Pleased with my response, the old man began to tweak my teat between his thumb and forefinger. I was breathing hard already with the sensation of his hand on my naked body, but that was intensified tenfold as I saw his head move down to my breasts. As his tongue first flicked the very tip of my nipple, I cried out in pleasure. I looked down to see the top of his old, bald head moving from side to side as he chewed on my protrusions. I took hold of his ears because I didn’t want him to stop. If he just carried on a little longer I knew I would be having another of those intense shuddering feelings. But almost as if the old man sensed my pleasure and wanted me to wait longer for that glorious moment, he suddenly pulled his mouth from my tiny boobs and leered up at me with those magnified, bespectacled eyes. ‘Oh, you like that, don’t you sweetness?’ he grinned. ‘Please do it some more.’ I begged him. The old man ignored my pathetic pleadings. But as I glanced down, I saw his mangled old right hand moving down over my belly, towards my panty waistband. His tongue flicked out of his drooling mouth as his little finger found its way under the elastic. Now I wanted him to touch me there. I was burning up. Slowly, another fat finger crawled beneath the thin material that separated my most secret place from his view. Then, as his third finger crept into my knickers, I felt the tip of his little digit brushing the top of my slit. Oh, the feeling was so exquisite. My head lolled from side-to-side and my mouth filled up with saliva as he inserted first one, and then two, of his fingers into my hole. He remarked how wet I was; ‘gushing’ was the word he used. As he fingered me with greater speed, my own breathing became faster and noisier. My eyes were closed as this heavenly delirium descended over me, so I didn’t notice his face move to my ear. As his tongue rasped the side of my face, I heard him whisper to me: ‘Would you like me to lick you dry, sweetness?’ I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded vigorously to indicate that I would like that very much. A loud popping noise left my vagina as he slid his fingers out. I could see that they were covered in a clear, gooey film as they gripped the sides of my knickers. The old man knelt at the right side of my legs as he eased the garment over my raised hips, down my legs, over my feet, and tossed them onto the floor. My neatly trimmed pussy was now in full view. As he parted my legs, he pulled off my sandals and threw them by my discarded panties. Kneeling in between them, he threw my legs back into the air, so that my knees were close to my head. My hole gaped open invitingly as he did so. As his old head moved closer, his sticky tongue appeared from between his fat, slobbering lips. I will never forget that first touch on my hard little clitoris. It was the slightest of touches, but it made my whole body fall into an uncontrollable spasm. I moaned with satisfaction as the old man greedily sucked, licked and chewed at my most private parts. He was lapping at my pussy like a cat at a saucer of milk. His fat fingers making red marks on my tender legs as he held them back tightly. I wanted him to go on forever, but after a few minutes of this delight, he pulled away and stood up. ‘I’ve gotta fuck you, sweetness’, he exclaimed. ‘Gotta fuck you right now, before I explode.’ He came around side of me and let my open dress fall completely from my body. Wearing only ankle socks, I was picked up by the old man with ease. He carried me the few paces to the big double bed, where he placed me close to the edge. As I looked up into his big eyes, I realised that he was very, very excited. He was sweating like a pig as he began to untie his robe. I stared at his waist as the robe came apart. Underneath his hairy chest was a fat, hairy stomach. And underneath this, as he tossed the garment onto the floor and stood naked beside me, was a fat, hairy cock. I can still remember my jaw dropping as I looked at it. This was no, half-mast excuse for an erection. What was twitching not two-feet away was something that a large ape would be proud of. The old man’s cock was curved like a banana, and he was so aroused that the tip of it was actually touching his belly. It must have been a long time since he had had someone like me, I thought. As he bent down towards me slightly, his left hand went underneath my head. As he lifted it easily upwards, I knew what he was going to do. I instinctively raised my hands to grab hold of his manhood as he brought my face close to it. The old man said I was not to touch it, and ordered me to sit on my hands. I raised my bottom and slid my hands underneath as he instructed. With his left hand right on top of my head, holding it like it was a faucet, he turned it around so that my face was square on to his body. He took hold of the base of his cock between his right thumb and forefinger and pulled it down to a level that would reach my mouth. I could see that it took some effort, because it was so aroused that it naturally wanted to spring back up to full attention. In fact, as I offered my mouth fully open, and the old man slipped his meat in, I honestly felt it lifting me up as he let it go. I could only just about envelop his smooth, bulbous dome up to the point where it creased and joined the shaft. He told me to move my head back and forth. He tried to force more in, but my mouth was just too small to take any more of his length. I could even feel that my eyes were bulging as a result of the pressure. The old man was already leaking lots of hot, salty goo onto my tongue as I licked away at his helmet. I craned my eyes up to his face and saw beads of sweat dripping down onto his fat belly and matting his thick grey body hair. It seemed about two or three minutes before he pulled his cock from between my swollen lips. I thought that was it, but he just wanted a slight repositioning. He swivelled my head to the left, and told me to open wide again. This time he pushed it in from a sideways angle. As he thrust it forwards, I felt my left cheek bulging grotesquely outwards. But clearly, this method enabled the old man to get more of a rhythm and more of a purchase in my mouth. The right side of my face was now touching the ripples and folds of his fat, and it was at that point that I did feel a little nauseous. Just as I was about to heave, however, he pulled out of my mouth, allowing me to swallow the pre-semen that had filled it. Then, grabbing hold of my long hair, he pulled my head back with a violent jerk that brought tears to my eyes. When the blurring cleared, I was looking straight up at the ceiling. The old man slid the full length of his meat along my partly opened lips until I felt the weight of one of his hairy balls against my cheek. He ordered me to open wide again and to take one of them into my mouth. It was about the size of a table-tennis ball, and it dropped in easily. I rolled it around the inside of my mouth for a while, until I sensed the old man was beginning to bend double, presumably in delight. When he lifted his ball out of my mouth, his cock was still as rigid as ever. It was at that point that he instructed me to turn over on the bed and kneel on all fours. I rested on my elbows with my bottom high in the air, as he wanted. I felt him climb onto the bed and position himself in between my parted legs. I felt his left hand on my left hip, and then moments later the tip of his cock rubbing along my pussy lips. The old man was breathing noisily behind me as I felt the first movement towards penetration. Slowly, his big round dome forced its way past my labia and into my tight crack. I winced as its initial pain sent messages from my groin to my brain. I remember clenching at the bedsheets in an effort to reduce the agony. While my eyes were shut firm, he continued to push his meat further into me. I thought it would never stop, and had visions of being rushed to hospital with severe internal bleeding. But, at last, I felt the weight of his bulk against the cheeks of my bottom, and knew that that was as far as he could go. The old man then started to build up a rhythm of full strokes. Soon, he shifted his legs so that they were outside mine, which allowed him to crouch on his feet rather than kneel. I immediately felt the bulk of his body as he pounded into me with added venom. His big hands gripped my small waist and I felt his nails digging into my soft skin as his momentum increased. I turned around and saw a look of what seemed like pain on his face. But I’m sure that his gritted teeth and tightly closed eyes were more a reflection of the pain that he would have liked to put me through, had I not had my parents just two floors below. Then, one of his arms came into my peripheral vision on the left as he shifted position again. The old man used this to take his weight, whilst his right hand moved up to my neck. Even at 67, he was still a powerful man. His pumping was faster than ever now, and as his grunts became louder, I felt his grip around my slender neck tighten. He pushed my face firmly into the pillow until I was struggling to catch my breath. Just when I thought that I was going to faint, I felt a release. As I came up for air, he was repositioning our bodies so that we were in a spoons configuration, with him leaning over me. For the first time, I could now see his cock sliding in and out of me like a greasy, hairy piston. The surplus skin on his bulky frame wobbled at each forward thrust. His left hand was now free to fondle my body. I turned my head further and looked into the face of a stereotypically lecherous, dirt old man. Through his animalistic grunting noises, his face descended towards me, and before I knew what was happening, his fat lips covered mine and his tongue had forced its way into my mouth. As he eagerly gorged on his young prey, the old man’s tempo increased so much that my pussy felt as though it was on fire. Notwithstanding my self-disgust, I was brought to my third noisy climax as the old man rammed himself into me. Suddenly, he broke free his mouth from mine and gruffly asked me a question. ‘You on the pill, sweetness?’ I shook my head from side to side, because I couldn’t speak at that moment. ‘I’m gonna cum up inside you very soon,’ he continued, ‘you’ll be unlucky to get pregnant from this, but I’d think about contraception if I were you. Specially if you’re gonna be making a habit out of this kind of thing.’ Then his cruel expression returned. He called me a dirty fucking bitch and began to repeat the phrase as his own orgasm approached. Then, as he quickly put his tongue back into my mouth, I felt a powerful thrust of his hips against mine. At the same time, he sucked all the air out of me, and I saw through his thick, steamed-up glasses, that his eyes were shut tight. I realised that he had just shot his first jet of goo into my insides. He gave me another seven or eight jerks before he announced, triumphantly, that he’d emptied his sack into me. When he slipped his thing out of my gaping slash, it was drooping for the first time since he had first unveiled it to me. The old man looked down at it. ‘You’ll get all of that in you now,’ he began, ‘go down and lick me dry.’ I turned around and he pushed my head down over his fat, wobbly belly towards his groin. For the first time, I touched his cock as I brought it into my mouth. It was still throbbing and twitching, and exuding small amounts of semen. As I took its salty length to the back of my throat and swallowed and licked the stickiness away, I heard the old man groaning with pleasure behind me. When I got to my feet a few seconds later, I was surprised that I could hardly stand. I was shaking all over and felt disoriented. It was in a dream that I put on my knickers, dress and sandals. The old man watched me silently throughout, until I was about to walk to the door. ‘Maybe get another chance, sweetness. If you can sneak away another time. I can find you. I will find you.’ ‘Maybe’, I replied, but without conviction. As I carefully entered the corridor and began the descent to my own floor, I reflected on what had happened. I had heard people use the expression ‘fucked senseless’, but now I realised how true the phrase was. All along I had been thinking of him as an old pervert for wanting to bed someone my age. But now I realised that his feeling was only natural. I was the slutty one. I was the one who, unnaturally, wanted to see what an old man would be like. I was the pervert. Suzaan