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Click hereAuthors note: This is a departure from my usual style of writing, I just fancied a change, we all get that right? This is hard and fast, down and dirty, stripped back verbal porn. A quickie designed purely for one purpose. I'm sure you can guess what ;) I hope you enjoy. Lexi x
Some days you want it slow. Teasing, emotional, caring. Some days you just want to fuck.
Today was the latter.
All I can say is thank Christ for the Internet.
Within 20 minutes I'd arranged to meet someone in the local coffee shop. No names, no faces, no contact details. A completely anonymous hook up.
Bliss.
It was 9am.
***
He was sitting in the back room. More private. Perfect.
I was wearing a short skirt and low cut top as requested. Spike heels and hold ups.
He looked to be in his 40s and not ageing well. I felt sick imagining fucking this fat old pervert. I loved it.
He told me to lift my skirt. I did. No underwear. He told me to spread my legs. His fingers plunged inside me with no warning.
"You're a little slut," he said. "A dirty little slut being fingered in a coffee shop by a stranger old enough to be your father."
I nodded. Couldn't argue with that.
He told me to pull down my top. Then my bra. His fat fingers pinched my nipple hard. Footsteps echoed along the corridor as a waitress walked past us to the storeroom. I didn't move.
"She saw you," he said. "She saw you half naked with an old mans fingers jammed in your cunt and your tits on display."
I nodded. Couldn't argue with that either.
"What would your friends say if they saw you now?" he said. "A dirty little slut, allowing someone you've never met to touch you like this. I bet you'd let me fuck you over this table right now. I bet you'd like that."
I moaned. Couldn't help myself. This disgusting old man fucking me in the middle of the coffee shop. I wanted it.
Like I said. Some days you just want to fuck.
"On your knees slut," he said, pulling out his old mans cock. It was thick and stubby and I could smell it from here. It smelt like sex and stale urine. It disgusted me. It excited me.
I knelt and he stood. The chairs were kicked aside. He pushed inside my mouth and I swallowed him, his girth stretching my lips wide.
He grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth. I choked as he rammed himself down my throat. He didn't care. Just fisted my hair tighter. I was just there for the ride.
He came quickly. His age I guessed. Too much. His cum dripped from my lips onto my tits as he pulled out.
"Bend over slut," he said. I hurried to comply. Leant over the table. He pushed two fingers inside.
"So wet," he said, "you really are a dirty little slut. Did it turn you on sucking some strange old mans cock?"
I nodded. What else could I say.
He pumped his fingers in and out of my dripping cunt. I moaned.
"You want me to fuck you," he said. "Such a dirty slut, you want to be fucked by an old man you met on the Internet. You don't even know my name and you're bent over a table begging for it. What does that make you?"
I moaned again.
"What does that make you?"
"A slut," I moaned.
"What kind of slut?"
"A dirty, filthy, whore of a slut," I moaned.
His thumb pushed against my arsehole. That wasn't part of the plan. I wriggled to get away and he held my hair. His thumb pushed further inside. Two fingers in my cunt were joined by another. I felt so dirty. I felt so full.
"You like that don't you slut?"
I nodded. I couldn't lie. It felt good.
His fingers flexed. I moaned.
The waitress came out of the back room and yelped. I couldn't help it. I came. I came so hard I almost passed out.
He kept his fingers jammed into me as the waitress ran off. Then he pulled them out and wiped them on my skirt. He left. I stayed.
Bent over the table, cum smeared on my tits I waited. No one came. As I left the coffee shop the waitress looked at me. She looked away.
Sometimes you just want to fuck. Thank god for the Internet.
It was 10am.
Thanks :) I shall go and read it now. So glad you liked my story
I think you've just described me! The old ugly man I mean! I'm 50, not aging well, fat and always out for an adventure. It never happens to me now but I did have an adventure a few years ago in Dubai - I've written down on literotica and it's called adventures of an unassuming man under erotic couplings. Can you please take a look at it? Would love some advice on how to write as good as you do.
Your story is everyman's fantasy! Well written, fast, anonymous and highly erotic - well done and beautifully written. I'll go and read the rest of your stories now. You have a follower!
Very nice quick read, for those who don't want to spend too much time on a predictable story. I also love your style of writing. Quick, to the point and it's not like those stories that suddenly, and out of nowhere, turn into fucking uncredible (yes-uncredible not incredible) fucking ... actually brought a smile to my face. Will start looking for your other stories now ... you have a follower!