Wonderland in the kitchen… and the bedroom [FM]

After a lot of aborted attempts to find a mutual convenient time, today saw me heading to see another new photographer to film me. Thankfully he wasn’t too far away from me, but I still made an early start to shower, pack up my outfit for the shoot, and throw on some loose-fitting casual clothes before heading off and jumping on a train.

About 90 minutes later, I arrived at my destination, and on leaving the station took a taxi on the short ride to a very pleasant house in a quiet cul-de-sac. After paying my fare, I double-checked I had the right house number before nervously strolling up the driveway and ringing the bell.

The door opened almost instantly, to a man in his early 60 – he had a little bit of a beer belly with a slightly chubby face to match topped with a head of grey-brown, slightly curly hair. He was very much “dressed down” in a white t-shirt and trousers, but his smile and energetic greeting in a well-spoken voice couldn’t have been more welcome. “Come in!! It’s so amazing to see you in the flesh!!” he almost shouted as he pumped his arm while we shook hands. Moving into his living room, he invited me to sit down while he put the kettle on and made coffee, before returning for a long chat with lots of small talk to put me at ease. In short, he was incredibly lovely with a slightly eccentric side – outspoken about politics and the state of the world, but in ways which aligned with my own completely (which surprised me given our respective ages), and we ended up having a long and engaged chat until our coffee was gone.

“Ohh!” he said with a shocked look on his face “You aren’t here to talk about Brexit, are you?” before breaking into a grin and a laugh. With that, he rustled around and found the modelling paperwork, and sorted out everything we needed including payment there. “Right, now that’s done why don’t you change? Bedroom is straight up the stairs”.

Picking up my bag I headed upstairs, stripped out of my clothes and prepared my outfit – he’d chosen my Alice in Wonderland cosplay, a blue and white dress that stops a little way above the knee, and some white hold-up stockings that allow for a tantalising little view of my legs between stockings and skirt. With white knickers underneath, I was all set and looking more innocent than what I was about to do.

After straightening my outfit and hunting down the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, I headed back downstairs to loud, rapturous compliments, starting with a “Bravo my dear!”, which made me giggle given his posh, eccentric tone. After having me give him a twirl or two, he invited me into the kitchen – “we really have to shoot there today, the light isn’t good anywhere else in the blasted place. Still, not far to move to the kettle for another coffee, eh?”

Pulling out a seat and inviting me to sit down, he moved back into the living room and returned with a video camera and tripod he must have set up while I was changing. Setting it up in front of me and pointed at me, he asked if we could just chat about things on camera. Telling him to go ahead, he started recording, and then with another big grin that light, loud, posh voice provided comments that gave a glimpse of the dirty old man underneath.

“So, you’re here to suck cock?” he asked. “You look too good to do that… although I suppose that’s a silly thing to say” We talked about how I heard that a lot, before his next question… “I like to fuck too… do you?” I’m not normally one for dirty talk, but the blunt questions on this occasion was a turn-on. “You’re in a delightful dress today… I bet what’s inside is delightful too”

He indicated to me to drop the top of my dress, so I reached around to partly unzip it, unhooking the shoulders of the dress and pulling my arms out of them so that I could reveal my bare breasts to him. At another signal, I kneaded them for a little while as he watched approvingly.

Still say on the stool, he then invited to me to part my legs, which I did, revealing a hint my white knickers to him. I then stood up, turned around to show my entire outfit, then sat back down again, before he asked me to lift my skirt with my legs open, which I did slowly to reveal my panties entirely.

As he hummed in appreciation, he then nodded and mouthed to me to take them off, filming as I lifted my hips off the stool and pulled my knickers down, settling back down on the cool wood of the seat and proceeding to continue to slowly roll the underwear down my legs, then off my ankles over my shoes. I then sat with my skirt still pulled up while he complemented and cooed over my pussy, before stopping filming to take the camera off the tripod and move in for some close-up shots between my legs.

Stopping again, he asked me to stand up and then moved the stool out of the way, instead inviting me to hop up onto the counter and spread my legs wide. Moving the camera back to the tripod and adjusting things, he was soon filming again, asking me how I masturbate, and to demonstrate. I talked about how I mostly played with my clit, and started to touch myself as he watched intently. I rubbed my clit for a while, before he asked if I liked to put fingers inside, which I took as a request to do just that, sliding one finger into my wetness, then another.

“Would you mind if I take my trousers off? You’re making me awfully hard” he said bluntly. I told him I didn’t mind, and watched as he unbutton and pulled off his trouser and pants together to reveal a somewhat thick but otherwise average penis. Grinning as if this was all part of a stand-up routine, he followed up with “I’ve got something for you to play with…” pausing for dramatic effect “…but it isn’t my cock. Yet.” Instead, he reached out into a bag I hadn’t really noticed beside him, and pulled out a dildo. Asking me a little about whether I’d played with toys before, he handed it to me, and I didn’t need any further instruction. After a little more chatter (and some silly banter between us), I rubbed my clit a little more, and then started to rub the prosthetic dildo up and down my pussy lips, feeling the excitement of his gaze on me and the toy teasing my entrance. Eventually I was ready to slowly ease it a little way into me, and slowly but surely began to move it in and out until my pussy was happily accepting much of its length. As he focused on controlling the camera, I focused on finding a good rhythm, and after a couple of minutes I was fucking myself with the toy in one hand and rubbing my clit with the other, gasping and sighing regularly as I did so, occasionally switching hands for my comfort.

“Shall I give you a hand?” said the voice behind the camera. “Okay” I said, slightly breathlessly, and in an instant he was leaning forward, his arm coming into shot as he took the toy from me. His other hand gently grasped and felt my leg as he began to push the toy slowly, then more quickly, in and out of my pussy, and I resumed rubbing my clit alongside his efforts. His free hand was soon at the top of my leg as he fucked me with the toy. The sensation of someone else thrusting a toy inside you is very different to doing it yourself – I’m honestly not sure how long we continued like this for, but I do know that my moans grew louder and he continued to fuck me with it until I was moaning and crying out loudly in orgasm, bucking my hips once or twice as the pleasure washed over me and he finally slowed and stopped his efforts.

We chatted, giggled and laughed for a little while as I recovered and he moved the camera around, and then we were ready to go again. This time the camera was set off to the side, with me still on the kitchen counter, before he came and stood before me – erect in nothing but a t-shirt. At his request, I reached down over to stroke his erection, soon finding enough precum to lubricate me moving my hand back and forth while he sighed contentedly. He enjoyed this for a while, before stopping me, and moving closer to rub his cock all over my exposed boobs, using it to flick my erect nipples before instead moving his hand down to do the same, rolling and tweaking them between his fingers, producing small gasps and sighs from me.

Stopping to pull off his t-shirt, leaving him naked but for socks, he then moved back closer to me and invited me plainly to suck his cock. Without a second thought, I was wrapping my lips around the head of his penis, rolling my tongue around it while I stroked his shaft. Eventually I worked up a rhythm, and spent a good 15 minutes bobbing my head up and down on his shaft while I sucked and licked his cock. Around 10 minutes in, we stopped for him to move the camera so that he could also capture me playing with myself while I did this, and so I went back to sucking with my hand between my legs strumming at my clit.

I was expecting him to cum here but it seems he was holding off, as his next question/statement was “I bet you’re ready to be fucked now?” “I am” was all I could say, truthfully, although unfortunately that meant another quick break while he repositioned the camera on the tripod again and took hold of a second camera which he held himself.

Moving elsewhere on the counter to facilitate this, I was soon half laid-back in the kitchen dressed as Alice, boobed exposed and legs spread wide while this 60-something man moved between them. Whether from nerves or the break to move equipment, his erection had subsided somewhat, and it took a spell of him rubbing his semi-erect penis up and down my pussy lips while he talked about my hot body and pussy before he was hard and ready again. With that, he slid inside me in one easy, fluid motion, making me moan loudly as I felt his cock push into me. Without a pause he was soon thrusting his hips and fucking me, leaving me moaning further as I enjoyed the feeling of being fucked by him.

He was obviously enjoying the experience too – while we fucked, several times he breathed hard as if on the brink of cumming, and slowed down to recover a little before resuming fucking me at the same pace before. These moments were, truth be told, a little frustrating as they broke my own flow of pleasure, but I was still enjoying looking down at his cock, slick with my wetness and moving so easily in and out of me as my lips gripped around him. It was also hard for him to keep a consistent rhythm for long because of the slightly awkward height of the kitchen counter, but at times he was in just the right position to leave me moaning loudly as he fucked me quickly, and in those moments I hoped he wouldn’t move out of that exact position, only to be a little disappointed when he did.

After 5 minutes or so, he warned me “I’m going to fill you up soon”, taking hold of my hips with his hands and fucking me hard. This also felt great, and after a minute or so it culminated in his heavy breathing getting stronger as I felt his cock pulsing as he came inside me. He fucked me until he was spent, pulling out to grab some final shots of footage before mopping his sweat-ridden brown with a loud “phew!”. Giggling and regaining my own breath, I hopped off the counter and went to clean up in the bathroom a little after retrieving my underwear.

Moving back downstairs, with my Alice outfit still on but now back in place and my knickers back on, I found more drinks and some no-frills sandwiches waiting for me. Having only had a small breakfast I realised I was pretty hungry at this point, so I gratefully accepted. We spent some time talking about – a little about sex, but mostly about other things, while we ate and drank more coffee, and the time passed enjoyably as our back and forth was only interrupted by bites of food.

Food and drink done with, I was surprised by the next topic of conversation to come from him. “I know I shouldn’t even ask this, but I feel like you didn’t have as much fun as you should have early – it was all over a bit quickly for you wasn’t it? I’m sure you wouldn’t want to with a silly old fellow like me, but I’d be ready for a second round away from the camera if you aren’t satisfied yet”. I wasn’t sure what to say, but I *was* still horny, and I was getting on so well with the guy I couldn’t resist agreeing to his offer. His eyes lit up. “Really? Well, I was expecting a slap for even suggesting that, but I’m glad you’re so keen. Shall we go upstairs this time then?”

He headed upstairs and I followed, up and in to his reasonably spacious bedroom. “You know, I’d love to see all of your body this time” he said, a little more softly spoken than before, and as I unzipped my dress with a nod he moved forward to help it off my shoulder and watch it fall to the floor. His hands ran over my chest and upper body, reached my knickers and then slowly pulled them down as I lifted my legs to help him remove them. His hands then ran up my white socks on my legs, pausing at the top… “would you like to keep these on maybe?” I told him I would if he wanted, and with a smile he left them as they were, so that I stepped out of my shoes in only those frilled white stockings.

Inviting me to lay on the bed, I found myself laid out with legs spread, his hand running up my leg to my pussy, rubbing and stimulating it while he knelt in a position where I could take his already semi-erect cock in my mouth. I duly did just that, and for a few minutes we both aroused one another until I was wet and ready, and he was hard.

He then shifted around to lay on the bed, indicating for me to straddle him as he moved into the centre. Facing away from him with my legs either side of him, I stroked his cock a little before positioning myself and sliding easily down onto him with a loud pleasurable sigh. I began to move up and down on his cock, but felt him thrusting against me too, and so almost stopped my movements to let him take charge. He was soon thrusting up into me, holding my hips as he made me moan. His cock almost felt bigger now, but perhaps it was just the position. After a few minutes his hands gripped me and pulled my upper body back towards him, which changed the sensation of his thrusts in a pleasing way. I shuddered as his hands traced over my upper legs, and gasped as one of his hands reached around and found my clit. He began to expertly rub my clit with one hand, while his other reached up to my chest and massaged one of my boobs. Between this and his thrusting at just the right angle and the sound of him enjoying himself beneath me, I found myself building up to an orgasm fast, and before I knew it I was gasping and moaning while he thrust hard against me as I came.

Coming down from my orgasm, I turned around to face him, quickly taking hold of his dick and guiding it back into me as he moaned audibly now. Very turned on, I rode him quickly and firmly while he continued to push back against me. Leaning forward, he sucked and played with my boobs for a spell before I sat upright again and continued to ride him. I could hear hot wet I was as my pussy slipped up and down his cock, which only excited me more, and we continued like this for some time – sometimes slower, sometimes riding him hard and bouncing up and down on his cock. This went on for about 10 minutes as my next orgasm built and subsided without every crashing over on top of him.

With a simple request of “let’s change positions”, he asked me to get off of him, and I was soon on all fours on the bed as he moved up behind me. Sinking easily back into me his body was soon slapping against mine as he fucked me some more. He was hard and relentless in our sex here, and after another five minutes or so I was getting close. He sounded like he was near his limit too, but somehow he must have found a second wind as he simply didn’t stop, and the next thing I knew I was moaning “oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck” half into the duvet before moaning and gripping said duvet as I came again.

After another brief period of recovery as I rolled over and lay back panting, he was still ready for me, moving over me and between my open legs. After putting a pillow under my backside, he wasted no time in slipping effortlessly into me yet again, before he pushed my legs up high and wide apart as he began to fuck me. After a few minutes of rapid fucking, he found just the right spot for me once again. “Yes… right there… right there” I moaned into his ear as he redoubled his efforts pressed against me. We shared several passionate kisses while we fucked, before my moans escalated and yet another orgasm built. “Fuck… don’t stop” I moaned, as well as (according to him, something unintelligible) before I tensed up and came yet again. At this point he too was at his limit, and he continued to fuck me fast and pretty hard, prolonging my orgasm a little before his heavy breathing turned into his own orgasm as he came inside me again.

We stayed in position for a while after that, before I said the only thing that came into my head. “That was amazing”. He grinned the biggest grin of the day as he pulled out and moved away from me, both of us covered in sweat. As I was now running late (thank god for open return tickets), he told me to take a shower so that I could get dressed and head off if I wanted, which I duly did. After showering and recovering both sets of clothes, I packed my bags and gratefully accepted his offer of a lift back to the station. We said goodbye with a brief kiss, and a promise that we should meet again. It was certainly a rabbit hole I wouldn’t mind falling down again…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9nxjn8/wonderland_in_the_kitchen_and_the_bedroom_fm