When I was 16, I was helping my grandmother out at her clothing store. Her best friend worked with her who was 58 years old. But he looked younger. I was a huge flirt. I would sit on the desk and open my legs for him and touch my pussy. I always pretended that I was not doing it. One day I was making coffee, and he came in and was standing close behind me. I felt his hard cock rubbing along my ass. He whispered you little tease. I pushed back on his cock and rubbed my ass all over.

He started kissing my neck, and my pussy was dripping. It felt so good to be getting attention from an older man. His hand then slipped into my pants, and he started fingering me. I came so hard on his hand. He pulled it out licked his finger and told me he would be fucking me later that night. I made up an excuse after work to go to his house and he fucked my brains out.

I am now 27 years old and I would love to fuck an old man in his 70s. Make the dreams come true few more times.

In the fall of 2009, I just turned 16. I was young and rebellious and left my parent’s house. But quickly I realized I had nowhere to stay. I then contacted a family friend who was 39 years old at the time. We chatted on the phone and he invited me to stay in his trailer. I thought nothing of it as he was a family friend and his trailer was in the backyard. I had been told there’d be a room I could stay in and my own bed, etc. Well, I was naïve. I asked him to pick me up. He did. We arrived out at his farm. I was lead to the trailer and noticed he was following me in. There was only one bedroom in the camper trailer I was to stay in. But then he said, he wants to stay with me as well … to take care of me.

It was late, in the middle of nowhere, I didn’t drive, and I didn’t have a any other friends to call.

So I put on a hoodie and sweat pants, as baggy as I could find so I didn’t come across as suggestive, and I fell asleep watching a movie.

I woke up with him inside of me and on top of me. I froze, I couldn’t move. I just pretended to be asleep until he was done. He pounded me as hard as he could and his breathing got heavier just before he came. I pretended to wake up right after. He just smiled and asked how my sleep was. I couldn’t answer. In the morning I convinced him to drive me into town for an appointment and didn’t let on, and I found somewhere else to stay and never went back or had any contact with him again.

For some odd reasons the thought of it turns me on now.