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The Man in the Dress ShopGrowing up with very little, I knew what it was to want things I could never have. The only thing I did have was my body. I started developing early. By 13 I could already pass for 16, maybe even 18. So by the time I was 18 I was well versed in how to use my body to get what I wanted. I wanted material things and I wasnt afraid to use my body to get them. I grew up in a small town, my mother worked hard but she never really did much mothering. She would screw men to pay the bills. Rent was cheap in our building for everyone but it was even cheaper because on the first of every month my mother would visit the landlord and fuck him. Fresh off the farm vegetables were free because mother fucked the farmer down the road when we needed food. She parked where ever she wanted because local cops knew she would suck the dick of any cop that tried to give her a ticket. Utilities got paid because she sometimes just fucked men for cash. She did what she had to do, and she taught me that I could do the same. I seen a dress in the store window that I just had to have for the prom. Id given plenty of blowjobs to the boys at school, not because they gave me anything or did anything for me, but simply because I enjoyed it. Believe it or not, none of them talked because I told them Id never do it again if I found out. Id had sex once, with my boyfriend at the time when I was in 9th grade. He was fast so I got nothing from it really other than frustrated sexually. From then on Id let my boyfriends feel me up and if they were willing, lick my pussy, and of course I sucked their dicks, but I never fucked them. I figured I could come better by myself then with some schoolboy only interested in his own pleasure. When I was 18, I wanted to go to prom and I wanted that blue dress in the dress shop window. I couldnt afford it though. I was inside looking at it and tried it on. The man that ran the store was named Willie. I always thought he was gay but apparently not. As I was admiring myself in the dress he was standing off to the side watching me. The dress was long but fitted. It clung to my curves rather deliciously if I must say so myself. It fit a little snuggly over my full, firm C-cup tits, but just right along my small waist and it hugged my hips like a second skin. There was a slit up the side that showed off my long, tanned legs. The color brought out the blue of my eyes. My hair hung halfway down my back. I hadnt noticed him till I güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri heard him say, “You’ll have to wear your hair up if you want to show off your lovely back. That low cut back was made for a beautiful back like yours.” I glanced at him in the mirror. He must have been 65 at least. What hair he had left was grey and his face had a few wrinkles. He was of average height and weight, with a slight belly on him. I noticed him shift and my eyes were drawn to his crotch. He had a semi prominent bulge that told me he was turned on. Just knowing that seeing me in that dress could make this older man hard, turned me on. I turned on the charm and pouted, telling him I loved the dress but I could never afford it. He approached and stood behind me. He was oogling me in the mirror and I couldnt help myself. I bent over and adjusted my shoe, “accidentally” pressing my ass against his bulge. He didnt move and I stood upright slower than usual. I met his eyes in the mirror. “I think you approve of how I look in the dress”, I said to him. He knew I was comming onto him. He was very forward. He put his hands on my hips and pressed his now fully engorged cock against my ass. “Oh yes, you look very good indeed” he said. I smiled and moved my ass just a little. He remained pressed against me and said, “Can I be blunt? Are you like your mother?” I was enjoying this little game. I said “It depends on how you mean that.” He laughed and said, “I mean do you believe in paying for things with trade?” I rotated my hips ever so slightly and replied, “If you mean would I fuck you for this dress, yes, I believe I would.””I close up in 10 minutes. Can you stay here till then. We can talk terms in the back.” He told me, still with his cock pressed to my ass. I could feel him throbbing thru the material of his slacks and the dress. I said, “I cant wait. Ill see you in 20 minutes.” Before I could step away he thrust himself against me and moaned while basically dry humping me.” I just need a little something to get me thru these next couple minutes. I laughed and pulled away from him. I went into the dressing room and grabbed my clothes and went into the back. In no time at all he joined me. I took the dress off slowly, enticing him with a little striptease. Id only actually fucked once before so I had to make this good I thought. As I stripped, he sat on a folding chair and released his cock from his pants. It was average, not real long perabet güvenilir mi or real thick but nice. I licked my lips in anticipation of sucking it. I put the dress on its hanger and hung it on a rack. Then I walked to him and sank to my knees. I said nothing but leaned forward and licked his cock up one side and down the other, then back up and around the head before taking him into my mouth and giving him a spectacular blowjob. After a bit he grabbed my head and began thrusting into my mouth. None of my school boys had ever done that. I liked it.Suddenly, he pushed my head off of his dick. He said, if we keep this up Ill cum in your mouth and wont be able to fuck that pussy of yours. He helped me up and wanted me to sit on him, taking him inside of me. I hesitated. He asked me what was wrong. I told him, Im not sure what to do, Id only done this once before and the boy just got on top of me and put it inside me. He was stroking his cock. “Youve only fucked on time?” he said. I told him yes. “Tell me about it” he said. I told him, I just laid on my back and the boy got on top of me, it took a while but he found my hole and he pushed inside. It hurt. Then he fucked me for about a minute before he pulled it out and he came on my belly.” He was furiously jerking his cock. He was getting off hearing about my first time. He said, “Shhh, say nothing else. I dont want to cum yet. Sit down here”. He got up and I sat on the chair. He pushed my legs apart and got on his knees. He pressed his mouth to my pussy and began to lick and suck me. It felt so good, I could feel myself oozing with juices. He thrust his tongue inside me and tongue fucked me. I was gripping the seat of the chair trying to stay upright. He worked my clit with his tongue and sucked it with his lips. I grabbed his head and thrust up at his face. I was moaning and trying to keep from screaming. This old man knew what he was doing. He stopped long enough to say, “Let it go, cum on my face, cum for me.” When he went back to work that was exactly what I did. My legs were around his back and my hands were on his head. My body was convulsing with this pleasure that previously Id only experienced by myself, but never to this extent. When I finally calmed down, he stood up and pulled me to my feet. I was sure he’d be limp, having cum just like I did, but I was wrong. He was still hard and twitching, ready for action. He said, “This will almost be like fucking tipobet a virgin.” He turned me around and told me to lean over the crate in front of me. I did. “Spread those long legs for me”, he said. I did. He rubbed his fingers over my pussy, making me squirm. I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy. I pushed back,wanting him inside of me, “Fuck me now” I said, “please, fuck me!” I felt him push himself slowly inside me. There was no pain this time, just pleasure as his hard cock slipped all the way inside of me. I could feel his balls pressing against me. He pulled out just as slowly and teased me with a slow fuck for a while.”Oh god yes” I said, “That feels so good.” His hands were fondling my tits while he nipped at my shoulder, easing his cock in and out of me. I moaned, it felt so good. He murmured to me, “Your pussy is so fucking tight, you are like a tight velvet glove. You feel so good.” He began to pick up the pace, going faster and faster, thrusting harder, till he was grunting with each thrust and his balls were slapping against my ass. I was griping the edges of the crate, my tits now free of his hands and pressing into the crate. My moans and his grunts were mingling, Just as I was about to cum again, he pulled out of me. He got on the floor and told me it was time for me to fuck him. He lay down and told me to get on him. Id seen this done in movies so I straddled him. I lowered myself onto him, his cock slipping inside me easily as my pussy was now practically dripping. I began to ride him, reveling in the feeling of being on top of him, of being in control. I didnt want this slow stuff, I began to fuck him for real. He held onto my hips as I rode him hard. It felt so marvelous. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the floor on either side of his head and just bounced my ass on him for all I was worth. It felt great. When I felt his fingers rub over my clit, I almost screamed. I was gonna cum and I wasnt letting him get away this time. “Im cumming, Im gonna cum, oh fuck! YESSSS!!!!” I squealed as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me making my body shake. I collapsed onto him, his still rock hard cock still inside of me. With out leaving my pussy, he rolled over. I was now on my back on the floor. He pushed my legs up and back and began to pound me with his cock. I moaned squealed with each thrust. He grunted out “You. Are. A. Great. Fuck.” over and over again till finally, he gave a final thrust and his face contorted and I felt him unload his cum into me. I lay there gasping, feeling like a wet dishcloth. But I couldnt wait to do it all over again. I became a regular visitor to the dress shop owners home after that. We fucked every chance we got. Thats why to this day, I love fucking old men!

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