I was reminded of this one earlier today and I guess I wanted to write it down for you all. I hope you like it.
I was spending the evening in the uni library, studying for a final. It was late, the library was very silent when I got a notification on my phone from a dating app. There was no face pics of the guy who messaged me, his profile said he was 57 years old. The only pic was a mirror selfie, centred on his torso and his beer belly. He sent me a pm, writing how beautiful my eyes were with a kissy face emoji at the end. Cringey.
But I was in dire need of a stress-relieving activity and I couldn’t think of something better than sex. And his pile said that he was looking for immediate hook-up. So I sent him a text, reminding him that I was only 21. First, I wanted to make sure he knew, second, I’ve learned that older guys loved to hear me say how young I was. He answered pretty much immediately and after a short exchange, he asked me if I wanted to hook up. Fucking finally. He told me that he could be here in an hour if I wanted him to.
Now I was unhappy, he got me all worked up and I had to wait a fucking hour at the library? The simple thought of getting fucked by this guy who was more than twice my age had gotten me so wet. I texted him where I was and tried to focus on my textbooks, failing to ignore my wet panties.
This hour was so freaking long. I nearly jumped when I got his text telling me that he was waiting for me outside. I quickly got my stuff and head out of the empty library. It took me some time to find his car and I climbed in. He drove back into traffic almost immediately. I took a look at the guy, he was older than I thought, his beer belly more pronounced. I smiled and put my hand on his crotch as he continued driving, slowly moving my fingers on his pants.
“I got us a room in a motel,” he told me.
He took my hand and got it into his pants, making me touch his semi-hard cock. It was warm and tensed under my hand. I could feel my pussy ached, getting so horny at his dominance.
We continued driving, my hand in his pants, wanking his cock in the small space his pants allowed me to. He stopped in the parking lot of a motel and we entered the room, simple, a bed taking most of the space and a TV mounted on the wall. He closed the door and his mouth was on mine, devouring my lips. He got my top off, smiled as his hands immediately twisted my nipples (I wasn’t wearing a bra) making me moan against him. I unbuttoned his pants and finally got my hands on his thick cock.
“Get on your knees”.
I did as I was told and he took his shirt off, as I undid the laces of his shoes, getting him completely naked. His hand grabbed my jaw, and he laughed as his cock slapped my cheeks. I accumulated spit in my mouth, making me drool on my chin as his cock continue hitting me, spreading the spit all over my face.
“You’re such a slut, aren’t you?”
I took my tongue out and began sucking his cock, licking his shaft, kissing the top and putting it in my mouth as deep as I could. What I couldn’t take in, I wanked with my hands. His hands were on my shoulder, his breathing heavier. Sometimes he looked at me and I could tell that seeing me on my knees in front of him, my eyes looking up, his cock in my mouth, my drool covering my chest, I knew the view excited him.
At some point, he gasped and took his twitching cock out of my mouth. He took my hand and sat on the bed. He made me turn my back to him, bend me over as he began playing with my pussy. His hands were already covered in my juice. I gasped as he pinched my clint and fingered my hole.
“Ride my cock, show me how much you want it”
He took his fingers out and pushed me on his cock. I could feel it near my entrance and I took a step back, putting my hands on his hips as I sat on him, feeling his cock filling me up slowly. He put his hand on my breast and put the one he used to finger me in my mouth. I sucked his fingers, tasting my juice on them. I rocked my hips on him, giving him a slow lap dance with his cock in me.
He laid back, his hands on my hips, guiding me up and down as I was riding him. He began moaning loudly as I was on top of him. His hand slapped my ass.
“Continue baby” he moaned.
My legs got weak and I was trembling on him as his hands caressed my ass and back. His cock filling me up, my juice getting everywhere, I began rubbing my clit, engorged with blood and sensitive to every touch. I could feel the tingling in my stomach, the tension in my thigh as the orgasm was approaching. I moan louder, closing my eyes as I rode him. His fingers scratched my hips as he thrusts deeper in me, a loud moan getting out of his mouth each time.
He ordered me to get off his laps and I laid on the bed as he got on top of me. His cock thrust into my pussy, his stomach pressing on me. He kissed me, his hand caressing my face, the other one rubbing my clit. I shivered, the orgasm building up and his hand locked my face, his eyes in mine.
“What a whore you are.”
I spit on me as I cum, my entire body shaking, my legs cramping as I tensed around his cock. This seems to do it for me, he groaned as he unloaded in my pussy, thrusting deep inside me. He took his cock out and laid near me for some time. We went into the shower and he made me sit in front of him. I smiled, his cock so near my face I could smell my juice and his cum on it. I cleaned his cock with my mouth thoroughly as the hot water hit my body, washing away the cum and the sweat.
As we got out of the shower, I checked my phone and saw that I got a text from a friend: “Now that the library is closed, want to get a drink at the pub?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ssnick/my_f21_hook_up_m57_in_a_motel
Great story. So hot 🔥. Thanks for sharing