[MF][old/young][pee] Being his younger treat…

I’ve had PMs asking me for more stories after I posted how I got into older men (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5jjjvu/mfoldyoung_how_i_started_with_older_men/) – seems like it’s a fetish for a few people on here :) So here’s one about another older guy I took to bed – or rather, let take me to bed :) Your comments and PMs are always read, appreciated and welcome.

I was 19 and hanging around internet chat rooms. Hardly anyone does anymore but older people still do (I guess they’ve been on them since before I was born!) and for a girl who likes older men, that’s a good thing. Over a month or two I struck up a regular friendship with a guy called Charles. Charles was 54 and divorced many years ago.

Anyway, long story short Charles was going to be visiting family in a place not too far from me and we agreed to meet for dinner. Of course we’d been flirting for a while online so we both knew that we weren’t just meeting as friends. What Charles didn’t know was how much I was into older men, so I think he thought he might just try his luck and at worst, be seen on a date with a younger woman. Good for the ego :)

Anyway, we meet in a place about an hour by train from where I live (Katoomba for those who know Australia, and I live in Sydney). I’d decided to go all out with this tight fitting dark blue dress I have that shows off both my boobs and my (bigger than usual!) ass. When Charles first laid eyes on me, I could tell I’d made the right decision. It’s not that he wasn’t trying to look at my face, but….

Anyway, dinner was nice and we got along well. He was a gentleman, from the old school, one of the things I love about older men. And handsome. And so, we got to the awkward moment at the end of the night when the date is ending, or is it? Throwing caution to the wind, outside the restaurant in the street I touched his arm gently, leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “come home with me”.

The look on his face was like Christmas when you’re four.

It was about an hour on the train back to my place plus a long walk. We couldn’t keep off each other on the train – so much so that, knowing it was a train without security cameras and basically deserted, after some kissing I climbed on top of his lap and started to grind against him while he pressed his face into my boobs. Turned out he was something of a boob man and while mine aren’t the biggest, I guess they’re a nice enough C cup and hey, 19 year old boobs in your 54 year old face has got to be a good thing right?

So we arrive back at my place. I live in a small flat in my mother’s backyard – what we call a granny flat. My mother was inside, watching TV still. So here’s the thing – me and my 54 year old date are sneaking past the side of the house to make sure my 48 year old mother doesn’t suspect anything. I got a massive, massive kick out of that. We get inside my flat and Charles tells me he feels like he’s a teenager again, sneaking around and hoping not to get caught by the girl’s Mum…

Charles helps me out of my dress and pretty soon it’s hands and mouths everywhere. He’s still fully dressed but meanwhile I’m standing there in a lacy bra and panties letting this older man go crazy on every surface of my body. It’s clear he knows this might be the last time he gets a younger woman and he is going to make the most of it.

Ladies, want to feel like God’s gift to men? Fuck an older man. You have never seen such excitement or gratitude, or been worshipped like this.

He peels off my panties and goes down on me. I’m on my bed by now. He is a top class pussy eater – just the right technique to get me all wet. By now I’m dripping and getting to the point where I want to just beg for cock and take his old man load in my 19 year old pussy.

And then, the most surprising question I’d had to date.

“Sophie-Jane, it’s OK if you don’t want to, but I’d love it if you peed on me”.

Well, fuck. I didn’t see that one coming. What do I do? I’m not sure this is my thing. But I’ve never tried it, and he’s clearly risked his whole evening asking for his fetish fantasy to be fulfilled.

Well, okay then. We go into my bathroom and he lies down in the bath. I’m not quite sure what I’m going, but he gets me to sort of squat over him. Honestly I’m worried I’m going to fall into the bath. But I open my waterworks for him and deliver a warm stream of pee all over him, on his face, in his mouth, down his body. He’s loving it, and masturbating his (quite decently sized) cock while I give him the waterworks.

Not quite my thing then, and still not now, but I can’t deny the pleasure that came from watching his pleasure. I’m a man pleaser, and nothing gets me hotter than making a fantasy come true.

There’s nothing for it now but to lower myself onto his cock. I’m not able to wait any longer. Doing it in the bath is awkward and uncomfortable, not to mention the pee smell, so we quickly give up on that, rinse off and head back to my bed.

I lie on my back and Charles gets on me and fucks like a man posessed. The look in his eyes, OMG. I was worried the guy was going to give himself a heart attack. Somehow the thought of this guy fucking me so hard he kills himself in the process turns me on more. Hey, I never said I was normal.

He’s trying to hold out but I can see he’s close and to ease his mind I tell him he’s allowed to cum inside me whenever he’s ready. Within seconds he’s shot his load with an enormous sigh and a huge grin on his face. I have not seen such contentment before or since.

Being a decent man, he brings me to orgasm with the help of his fingers. It is very satisfying for me also.

There’s nothing for it now but for him to leave. There’s no way he can get away with being in my bed when morning comes. So we kiss again and he leaves. I have no idea how he got back to where he was staying. We chat again online for months afterwards but it’s not the same – the sexual tension is gone and we’ve had our fun together.

But I will say, as a last comment, that after he left my place I masturbated again and licked the taste of his cum off my fingers. If you met me you’d think I’m the quiet and shy type, and I am, but damn I like being a dirty bitch for older men.

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