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I know he's looking.

You sit languidly on the lounge chair in your backyard wearing nothing but a white string triangle bikini that hardly leaves nothing to the imagination. The bikini bottom rides up in your ass, exposing the plumpness of your buttocks. It barely covers your pussy, outlining the folds and one of the lips pop out, showing how neatly you keep the bush trimmed. The stringy top, which digs into your neck and is quite uncomfortable, is struggling to hold in your breasts that threaten to break free.

You purposely chose the skimpiest bikini you could find in stores. And a size too small in order to show off the curves of your body. The sun glistens off your body, covering the expanse of your exposed skin. Ample hips. Heart shaped ass. Rounded hips. Plush thighs. Your breasts are practically spilling out of your top. You happily soak in the sun, enjoying the warmth seeping into your flesh. 

However, the warmth is nowhere comparable to the roaring flames of desire traveling throughout your body. You slowly roll your head, sighing softly, feeling the eyes of him sink into you. Knowing he’s taking a peek at you, being a bit of a pervert, excites you. Your fingers twitch, tempted to untie your bikini and allow yourself to roam naked in your backyard. After all, this is your property and you’re able to do as you please, especially with a pair of eyes on you.

You sit on the side of the chair, not yet sitting back in it. You’re tempted to peer over to the neighbor’s yard, to see if he’s currently staring at you, but not yet. You need to be discreet about it. So, with a coy smile on your heated face, you lift your arms high above your head, purposely puffing your chest out, back curved beautifully, and you let out the whiniest groan you can manage—one you know would make any man fall to his knees. Because you know he's looking at you.

Simon Williams.

The freshly divorced older man moved in last year, ready to start a fresh chapter in his life. He stands at the impressive height of 6'10, meaning all those who talk to him must crane their necks up. You know you had to. His clothes barely do anything to hide the hairy, muscular body beneath. You've seen him work on his car before while jogging past. He was shirtless, covered in oil and sweat, and you watched as his muscles rippled and tightened as he fixed the engine. You nearly dropped dead from the sight of this man.

But the best part?

You saw his bulge. It was huge and pressing against the fabric of his shorts, which already struggled to wrap around his large, meaty thighs. You were tempted to walk over and beg him to allow you to suck his cock, because if his bulge is that big, imagine how large his penis must be. And when you walked back into your home to down a glass of cold water, a naughty image flashed through your mind: Mr. Williams holding your legs apart and his girthy cock buried deep in your sopping wet heat, your fluttering hole struggling to take his impressive length and size.  God, your pussy suffered that night as you used your vibrator on her at the thought of Mr. Williams fucking you against the hood of his car. 

You peek an eye open, gaze weaving through your soft lashes and at the older man in his backyard.

He's "mowing" the lawn ever so slowly. Simon moved all his lawn furniture to the side—which you watched from your window and ached for him to fuck you on top of the table—allowing you the glorious sight of his muscles in action. This is why you decided to come out to lounge by the pool, because he’ll be mowing his lawn and you want him to drool over you. So what if he’s in his 40’s? You know what you like, and you will get what you want. You see him look over quite often and quickly move his head away, sweat beading against the creamy flesh. Wisps of black and grey hair attach to his forehead. Oh, how long you to run your fingers through his hair. Soft and delicate his hair must be. 

Imagine how his hair will feel gripped in your fingers as you hold onto him for dear life while his tongue laps at your heat. 

You watch as his adam's apple bobs up and down, no doubtedly swallowing his spit, as how could he not be attracted to the young college girl sunbathing in her backyard? Who wears basically nothing while she faces his yard while she stretches out her ample body. He’s only a man, after all. A man who hasn’t gotten any in a long time since his divorce.

He used to be married to a nice woman, by the name of Carol, and the spark just wasn’t there anymore. No bad blood between the divorced couple. Sometimes, these things happen. You know this because your father became good friends with Simon, and he invited him over for drinks one night. The two men talked for hours, sharing stories of their past and their love for cars. You learned Simon is an electrician who used to own his own company before he decided to shut it down and does freelance work. He spoke about his divorce to your father, and he admitted that ever since he got divorced, he hadn’t had the chance to bed a woman.

“Really? You haven’t slept with anyone in a year?” your father gasped, in utter disbelief that Simon, who’s body is built like a greek god, hasn’t gotten laid.

Simon sheepishly laughed, his face flushed, either due to the alcohol or the embarrassment of not having sex in a while. “I mean, I’ve been so busy with the move and starting a new job and then there was finding out who gets what in the divorce—I just haven’t had time.”

Your father clapped him on the shoulder, laughing. “No worries! Walk into any bar in this town and all the women would flock to a handsome guy like you!”

“I wouldn’t deny any woman at this point, that’s for sure.”

The next time you saw him, you fought against the urge to throw yourself at him and immediately start bouncing on it. Patience is a virtue, and you want him to crave you. To eye you up and down with not a single innocent thought in his mind about you. The idea of him in his room jerking off to the thought of you is enticing. Without you knowing, he’s checking you out, fully embracing his perverted side. Bend over and he’s tilting his head down, biting his lip, wishing he could shove you against the nearest surface and thrust into you. 

It’s frustrating because he’s such a gentleman. Every opportunity you took to talk to him, he was always pleasant. His eyes never went past your neck. He apologized profusely one day for bumping into you, saying he didn’t mean to invade your personal space, and you held yourself back from telling you how much you want him and how hard it is for you not to drop to your knees and suck him off.

Oh Mr. Williams, why must you be so delicious?

The sun glistens off your warm skin and you stand up on your feet, opening your eyes and flashing a sly grin. You know he’s dying in his backyard. He’s glanced over enough times to know he wants you as badly as you want him, he just won’t say it.

So, you’ll give him the push he needs.

You skip over to the white picket fence and lean against it, waving at Simon to catch his attention.

"Mr. Williams! Mr. Williams!" you call out to him oh so innocently, waving your arm. The twinkle in your eye easily masks the desire brewing within. The “sweet” smile on your face closely resembles a succubus curling her lip deviously, the horns on her head extra sharp. Basically: there’s nothing innocent about you. Simon slows his mower to a stop, turning it off. He places his hand against his brow, as the sun is shining brightly with not a single cloud in the sky.

"Yes, honey?" he responds back and god him calling you that with his deep, gruffy voice makes your cunt ache. He's innocently calling you that, meaning nothing else by it, but he doesn't know the effect it has on you.

No idea how badly you ache.

You jab a thumb over your shoulder to the lounge chair, smiling brightly. Pretending to be the good girl your parents say you are. "I need your help. You wouldn't mind putting some sunscreen on me, would you?” you ask innocently, voice soft and sweet as sugar. You slightly squeeze your chest in with your arms, pronouncing your breasts. “Because there's no way I could reach my back, and I don't want to catch a sunburn," you laugh, tone light and airy. You caught the way his eyes dropped quickly to your chest and back to your face, so you purposely leaned over the fence so your breasts could sway, hoping he’d run over and take you right then and there.

"Oh, I don't know about that, dear, my hands are awfully sweaty,” he said.

God, he's just teasing you at this point.

"That's okay! I have a towel you could use!" You beckon him over, bouncing a bit, even going as far as to whine for him. "Please, Mr. Williams? I reeaallly need your help."

Simon sighs, shaking his head. "You really know how to work it. Okay, I'll come over there."

You bite your lip. "Okay! Fence is unlocked."

As he makes his way over, you quickly run back to the chair. Your heart is slamming itself into your chest and you’re begging for it to slow down. This is one opportunity you’re not willing to lose, and the last thing you’d want to do is come on to him so much that it scares him off. Simon Williams is who you crave, and you’re not missing out on him. You sit down on the chair and your hands reach around to quickly untie your top. The strings come apart with ease and you slip the top from your body and toss it to the concrete ground. Okay, you’re really doing this. No turning back now. You then lay flat on your stomach, settling just in time as Simon enters your backyard and stands by you.

You don’t need to look up to know his eyes scouring your back side. His gaze is practically a hungry lion zeroing in on a lonesome gizelle, ready to sink its teeth into its flesh. You purposely arch your ass up and you swear his breath grows heavier. "I'm here now,” he says, as if you hadn’t noticed his presence. You bit your lip by the drop in his voice. “Where's the lotion?"

You point to the left of you. "Right there, Mr. Williams." You hear him open up the bottle and pour the lotion in his hands. You fight back a sigh of relief as he begins to massage it into your back. His calloused hands carefully roam over your back. He doesn’t press too hard yet they’re firm. You wonder if he’s thinking about trailing his hands elsewhere. "Thank you, Mr. Williams, for helping me with this. I don't think you understand how worried I was about getting a sunburn,” you said. “The last thing I want is to deal with a week of burnt skin and peeling.”

"No problem, sweetheart," he murmurs, his hands moving slowly and firm. You bite back a whimper as he presses two thumbs into your lower back, but he doesn't miss the way you shiver. You massages his thumbs against your lower back, circling them. An explosion of tingles makes waves over your back and goosebumps rise along your arms. "We wouldn't want you to burn up." His large, expert hands roam up and down your body, inches away from your perky ass. You’re desperate for him to throw away his decorum and squeeze your ass.

"The last thing I want is my skin to peel off," you laugh lightly, twisting your head to peer at him. His eyes are intensely focused on your back, drinking in the sight of you. The grin on your face deepens. "I mean, just look at me Mr. Williams. I take good care of my skin. Isn't it so soft?"

Simon licks his lips, his hands slowly reaching around to massage your waist. You didn’t even bite back the satisfied sigh, and he struggled a bit to speak. "It...It is soft. Do you lotion yourself daily?"

The sexual tension in the air grows thick, and no, it’s not your imagination. His voice is gruff and raspy, his hands firm and squeezing you. You can feel his eyes roaming all over your body, whether he knows that you know or not. You know how good you look right now. If you were in his place you’d definitely check yourself out.

"Of course I do. On my Arms. Hands. Face. Breasts. Stomach. Ass-Oh! Sorry, I musn't speak so inappropiately," you chuckle.

"No no," he says quickly, and you move your face back down to hide your triumphant smile. "It's okay. I don't mind hearing about it. Your skin...it's beautiful."

"Thank you," you say, heart pounding against your chest. Simon isn’t shying away. Then a devious idea pops in your head. It’s risky. But you’ve made it this far. It’s up to him to jump on this opportunity. "You know...no no, I shouldn't say it,” you said, shaking your head.

Simon tilts his head, curious. "Say what?" You purse your lips, pretending to contemplate, when he speaks up. “It’s okay, whatever you have to say. Whatever is going on, I can try to help you with it.”

You fight back the urge to shiver. "Well," you sighed dramatically, adjusting yourself. You lift your head up and rest your chin in the butt of your palm, a discontent expression on your face. "I've been having trouble lately."

"Trouble? Is college not going well?”

"Oh, college is fine." You got this far. Go for it. "I've been having trouble at night."

"Hm?"

"I've been having trouble with making myself orgasm." You almost want to take back the words, but there’s no going back. This is the moment of truth of whether or not you get to fuck Simon Williams in your backyard.

Simon's hands freeze right between your shoulder blades. With your back turned, you’re unable to see his wide eyes and the slight parting of his plumped lips. The strain in his shorts. He fought hard against growing an erection the moment you walked into your backyard wearing such a skimpy bikini. He nearly walked back inside, sat in his room, opened the blinds and jerked himself off to the thought of you—as he’s done so thousands of times.

"Oh, sorry, was that too much?"

"...no, not at all," he says, and you hear the strain in his voice. You gasp when his hands press down firmly on your lower back. "You can tell me. What's wrong?"

Now he's moving his knuckles up along the curve of your spine. "Well...my vibrator died on me. And I don't mean the batteries. Just the entire thing itself. Had it for a long time, so I guess eventually it was going to stop working. So the only thing I've been using to please myself is with my hands, but you have to understand, Mr. Williams,” you purr his name so sweetly, “that I’ve spoiled myself with my toys. I hardly ever used my hands." The blood is rushing to your ears. You never expected to be this bold. Yes, you’ve flirted before, but never with Simon and never anything this vulgar before.

This old man has you down bad.

For a moment, it’s too quiet, and you’re worried you crossed a line. You’re about to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness, but then he speaks up.

"I see. What do you think about when you're touching yourself?" His voice had dropped an octave. Instead of rubbing the lotion into your skin he's now caressing your back, so dangerously close to your ass. "How many fingers do you use?"

You shiver. "Two, and I just think of regular old sex. Being bent over in bed and fucked into. Being eaten out. The usual. It's just, when I use my hand, I just wish it was my vibe and it throws the whole mood off. Like I told you, I’m spoiled. I’d rather use my vibrator than my hand.”

"Mm," Simon says. "Why haven't you gotten another one?"

"Too expensive," you say.

"And your hand isn't doing it just as good?"

“Oh, no sir, it hasn’t,” you said, turning your head to bat your lashes at him from over your shoulder. You squeeze your thighs together, purposely plumping up your butt. “I can finger myself all I want but I’m nowhere near relief. I think I’m at the point of just…throwing myself to the nearest man.” You turn back around, sighing sadly. “You have no clue how much I ache, Mr. Williams. It hurts.”

Simon clenches his jaw. "Well...do you need help?"

Yes. Oh goodness yes. You got him. Slowly, you turn onto your back, your breasts exposed to the older man. Simon sucks in a breath at the sight of your magnifcent mounds, and it takes everything in him not to lean down and take one of them into his mouth.

"Hm? Help me? What do you mean, Mr. Williams?" you ask ever so innocently. His cheeks flush, his mouth dry, but he knows you. The whole innocent act you’ve put up? You’re nowhere near that. You’re a vixen. A tease. A devious little flirt who loves to get her way.

Besides, it’s not as if you hadn’t spread your legs open for a man before.

During his nightly jogs he’s seen you sneak guys into the house. No, it’s not like he’s purposely peeking. It’s just hard to miss the flash of light from your bedroom and you opening your window, dragging in a figure wearing dark clothing to blend in with the night. When he first saw a dark figure hanging out around your window, he was ready to drag him off into the street. Not until he saw you in nothing but itty bitty shorts and a see through crop top, giggling and pulling the man inside.

Simon is ashamed to admit that he’s stroked himself to the thought of you being pounded into. He knows he shouldn’t have done it, but he couldn’t help himself. He drooled in at the imagery of your supple body fucked into the mattress, pretty moans spilling from your swollen lips. Pussy stretched around whoever’s cock is stuffing her full, coating it in your delectable fluids. His fist jerked his cock, thumb pressed firmly into his frenulum, and suddenly what appeared in his mind was: what if she was beneath you?

No , he pleaded with himself while his hand moved faster, don’t . Except it was too late. Simon couldn’t fight his desires any longer. You’re such a damn tease, you know? Parading yourself in shorts that show off the plumpness of your ass and tight, see through tops showing him what color bra you were wearing that day. It was easier when you went off to campus, but now it’s summer break and you’re killing him. He’s fought off his lingering thoughts, the heat thrumming in his body, but once he pictured you beneath him, poor little pussy stuffed full of him and squirting—he’s never came so hard before in his life. He made a literal mess and had to clean up in shame.

Yet here you are on display for him, practically daring him to take you right then and there.

His gaze trails up and down your body, yet a part of him tells himself this is a bad idea. You’re a young college girl and he’s an older man. In fact, him standing in front of you with nothing but your bikini bottoms on would cause such a scandal in the neighborhood. 

“I-I…this would be wrong, sweetheart,” he said, a strain in his voice. His knuckles gently run up and down your stomach, and you see his brows furrowed. He’s trying his best not to pounce on you. Trying to be the gentleman he’s prided himself to be.

But you see his throbbing cock trapped in his shorts. He wants you badly, but he doesn’t want to do anything to disrespect you. Fortunately for him, you’re willing to throw all self-respect out the window.

“Oh, you’re right, Mr. Williams. This whole thing would be so wrong,” you giggle, sitting up and leaning forward to place a delicate kiss on his tip. He sucks in a breath, his body going still. A shiver runs down your spine and you smile from the wet spot that formed in his shorts. You continuously kiss his tip, the feeling of it against your lips sending the heat straight towards your pussy. God, just from his head alone, it’ll stretch you out. “You’re too old for me, Mr. Williams. You’re friends with my dad. This is so bad.”

Your supple lips mouth along the outline of his clothed cock, fingers hooking into the waistband of his shorts. Though trapped behind cloth, his cock is throbbing and warm, the veins running alongside his shaft pulsing. You’ve sucked one of your dildos off countless times in thought of him, but as you pull down his shorts and his cock is sprung free, you realize none of your dildos were thick like him.

Simon’s yummy cock is at the impressive length of ten inches, no, ten and a half inches. Uncut. You wrap your hand around his shaft to free his cockhead and your eyes widen at the realization that your fingertips don’t meet. You’ve never met a man with such a thick girth. No no, Simon is a real man. The other guys you’ve fucked don’t deserve the title of being called a man. You free his mushroom shaped head from the skin and marvel at the sight of his leaking slit, pearly white buds of pre-cum beautifully dribbling down his meat.

“Oh wow,” you gasp, tongue darting out to dampen your lips. “Mr. Williams, you’re so big!”

“(reader), this is wrong,” he says, slowly thrusting his cock into your hand. “It’s like you said, I’m too old for you. And you…you…”

“What, Mr. Williams? I’m too young for you? That if someone were to see us right now, a silly young college girl like me with a dirty old man’s cock in my hand, you think they’ll judge? Call you out for being a pervert?” You blow lightly on his bulbous tip, giggling from how he trembles.

“I’m not dirty,” he huffs, eyes fluttering shut. Your hand squeezes around his length a couple of times, the mean bitch in you relishing in his choking groans. 

“You’re not denying being a pervert,” you tease.

“I-I was going to say that, you’re perfect. A beautiful, smart girl. What are you doing with an older man like me?” A groan rumbles deep from his buff chest as your tongue laps up his pre-cum, the salty taste melting heavenly onto your tongue. “I’m giving you a chance now, dear, to walk away. Because if we do this, I’m going to ruin other men for you.”

You smile up at him, kissing his tip and winking. “I brought you here, didn’t I?” You squeeze his shaft harder, marveling at the sudden spurt of pre-cum gushing from his slit. “I want you, Mr. Williams, and I got you. Really, in this situation, I should be telling you that. Because you think once I’ve had you inside me, I’m going to let you fuck other women?”

You were like a siren, calling him into your backyard. The sound of your pretty voice and your smile had his knees weak, yet you shook your hips and ass, breasts bouncing with every chance they got, this is what had him rushing to your yard. Especially with your puffy pussy hanging out of your bottoms. You think he didn’t notice that? Of course he did. Your pussy has been on his mind shamelessly for weeks.

“Oh, you’re a devious one, aren’t you?” Simon playfully chides with the click of his tongue. Your smile deepens in victory—he’s given into his desires at last. He no longer cares about what anyone would think, or about the age gap. You want him and he wants you. Simple as that. He pulls his cock from your hand and rubs it against your face, relishing in the beautiful sight of your smiling face with his cock right against it, smearing pre-cum against your cheek. “You really think you can handle me, dear?”

“I think you should be asking,” you murmur, grabbing his cock and positioning it towards your lips, “Can you handle me, Mr. Williams?” With that final line your lips wrap about his bulbous tip, eliciting a hum from you. His tip is thick enough to tug your lips but as you slowly slide down his cock, his girth stretches your lips apart and causes your cheeks to puff out, his veins pulsing against your tongue. Oh, you love this. 

“F-Fuck!” Simon hissed, his large, caloused hand finding purchase in your hair. “Slow down! D-Don’t be so quick to— fuck! ”

His words quickly die as your hot, wet mouth envelops his beating cock. You stare up at you through your lashes the moment his cock is down your through, nose buried in a patch of grey and white hairs. You hum happily, the vibrations of your moan perfectly stimulating his cock. Inside of your mouth, he’s thick and warm and tastes so good. You bob your head up and down, eyes fixated on his blissed out expression as you do. Your tongue continuously rubs against his frenulum, sending sparks of electricity throughout his body. Your hand digs his round, fat balls out of his shorts and you squeeze them, the husky groan emptying from him sending heat straight down to your pussy.

God, you’ve wanted this for so long.

Many nights you’ve fantasized about Simon claiming you as his. His calloused hands pressing into your thighs to keep them from closing and his tongue lapping at your heat. His lips peppering fiery kisses into your skin. Cock shoved straight into your pussy and sending you to heaven. You pictured his strong, muscular arms wrapped around your neck as he fucked you from behind, breathing heavily into your ear. Or one of your dirtier fantasies—him fucking you in his garage right on top of his car. He’s sweaty in a white tank top, wearing baggy sweats that hang around his thighs as his cock drills into your swollen pussy over and over again, giving you absolutely no mercy.

One hand massages his balls while your other hand fondles your breasts. Simon notices this and reaches down to squeeze your other breast, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipple. You hollow your cheeks as you sloppily suck him off, a mixture of pre-cum and saliva dribbling down your chin. You pull off of him with a wet pop and kiss up and down his shaft, tracing his veins with your tongue.

“Mr. Williams you have such a wonderful cock,” you breathlessly laugh, wrapping your hand around his cock and squeezing, thumb rubbing his tip. 

“Call me Simon,” he pants, his hips trembling. “Please, it’s better if you do.”

“Hmm, no,” you say sinfully, flicking your tongue against his balls. “I think it’s more hot if I call you Mr. Williams. A bit more naughty. Don’t you agree, Mr. Williams?”

It’s naughty. You referring to him as ‘Mr. Williams’ rather than his first name adds more to the burning flames of lust burning within the both of you. At this point it’d seem right to call him Simon, considering his cock is in your hand, but it's dirtier calling him his last name. Showing the difference between the two of you, the very obvious age difference. You can’t help yourself. You love yourself an older man and you love making him squirm.

Because the truth is, you’re the one in control here, not him. 

You suck a testicle into your mouth one at a time, slipping them out with a loud shlliick and a hum. You chuckle sinfully, kissing his balls gently. “What? Cat got your tongue, Mr. Williams? You found out you can’t handle me after all?” You wrap your hand around his cock and tap it against your mouth, the sinful smile never once waning. “Should I go find myself another older man to fuck? Got any hot friends who’d love some college pussy?”

Simon can’t help the jealousy that quickly sparked in him.

He dreamt of having you beneath him for so long.

The last thing thing he wants on his mind is you being fucked by another man.

“I— god you really are a dirty little whore,” he growled. He grabs both sides of your head and pushes you back, rubbing his cock against your lips. You’re surprised by his sudden dominance, as he was allowing you the lead, but you happily welcome this sudden change in the older man. His tip repeatedly glides against your bottom lip and you lick off the pre-cum smeared against it, a sultry smile on your flushed face. “If you’re going to act like a whore then you’re going to be treated like one.” He pushes his tip past your mouth and shoves himself straight in, groaning in bliss from the warmth and tightness of your throat.

Simon knows you’re able to take his cock, so he has no problem thrusting into your mouth almost immediately, his fat balls slapping against your chin. You massage your breasts as he fucks your mouth as if it were your pussy, and your cunt itself is absolutely drenched. You’re staring up at the older man through damp lashes, wet noises coming from your stretched out mouth.

“Your mouth, fuuuuck, feels exactly like a pussy!” Simon hissed, his head falling back on his shoulders. Tufts of black and white hair shift, a few strands sticking to the sides of his face. Brows furrowed, cheeks red, mouth dropped open as he let out throaty moans. Heat swelters his body and he’s unsure whether it’s from the sun beating down on you two or the fact your mouth is smooth and silky. It’s been so long since the last time he’s done anything like this. Too long. He’s losing himself to the sensation of your constricting throat, the suctioning of your mouth, and the fact your tongue continuously swirls around his shaft. “Ohh god I needed this! I’m going to stretch your pussy out next! I’m going to fuck you so good!”

All the hesitancy and shyness is completely gone. Simon doesn’t care who hears or sees you two. He’s going to fuck you, and he doesn’t give a damn if there’s an audience. This pussy is his and he’s going to stuff it full of his cum.

Your hands find purchase in his hips, eyes fluttering shut. You breathe heavily through your nose, making a feeble attempt at regulating your breath. Simon notices this and pulls his cock out momentarily to allow you two puffs of air before thrusting back into you.

God, you’ve never felt so dirty. 

Mouth full of cock from a man twice your age. Face and tits covered in the slick, warm wet mixture of spit and pre-cum. Every bounce of your body has your breasts rocking back into your chest. Tears well in your eyes from the heat in your face. You’ve allowed yourself to become a hot mouth for him and you can only imagine, as you’ve done countless times, what he’d do to your pussy.

Simon’s balls jump and he’s fucking into your mouth harder, his groans louder and raspier. “Ohhh, you dirty little whore, I’m going to cum down your throat! I-I’m going to-ahhh fuck!” Thick strings of hot, salty seed spill deep down your throat. He holds you straight against him, nose buried in his happy trail, and murmurs curses and pants. You happily swallow every last drop of him, moving his hands off your head so you can pull him out and lick him clean. The moment his cock is out, cum connects his tip to the fatness of your bottom lip, and your tongue darts out to lick it up. 

Sperm continues to leak out of his slit and you lick up and down his shaft, covering every inch of him in your spit and ridding him of any droplets of sperm. You suckle on his fat tip, tongue dipping into the slit so often, and once you know you’ve sucked him clean, you sit back with a cock drunk smile on your face.

“W-Wow,” you giggle, rubbing your thumb across your chin. Your voice cracks and you sigh in relief, tilting your head while your eyes stare at him before dropping to his magnificent cock. “That was amazing, and you’re still hard.”

Simon wipes his lips, as he’s accidentally coated in spit. Now coming down from the high of his orgasm, a part of him would feel bad for being rough with you, but seeing as you loved it, there’s not much guilt. Just a sliver. He runs his knuckles across your forehead and down your cheek, clicking his tongue as you lick his fingers.

“Dirty little thing…you doing okay?” he asks. At least through the haze of lust and desire, he’s checking in with you to make sure you’re okay.

You lean back on your hands, winking at him. “I’m doing okay…daddy,” you purr, and you notice the jump in his stiff cock.

“Oh…oh don’t call me that,” he husked, a vein pulsing in the side of his neck. Heat immediately swooshes inside of him and he clenches his fists, trying his best not to pounce on you. The way the name ‘daddy’ rolls off your tongue quite lewdly is messing with his senses. All his thoughts and reasoning are ready to be thrown out the window if you keep calling him that. “Y-You don’t know what that does to me.”

You’re treading in dangerous waters, and you know it. You see the dark gleam in his eyes. The pure, primal desire caged within this hunk of a man. Calling him ‘daddy’ does something to him, and you’re not one to back down from a challenge. No, in fact, you are the challenge.

You drop your chin to your chest, brows wiggling, tongue flicking the back of your incisors as your pretty lips open, your siren-like voice calling out to him.

“Too dirty for you, huh, daddy?” you chuckle, running your foot over his swollen cock. His length is slick and pulsing, the warmth of his meat seeping into your heel.  “Or are you a dirty old man who likes being called daddy? Hm?” Simon closes his eyes and bites down on his lip, his cock jumping right against the dip in your foot. You slowly stroke him, tongue poking the inside of your cheek. “Does daddy like it when I stroke his cock with my pretty foot, hm? Is daddy a pervert? Does dadd—ah!”

You’ve messed with him too much. Teased him to the point of breaking.

Simon grabs your ankles and yanks hard so your arms give out on you, causing you to fall flat on your back with a ‘oof!’ . He shoves your legs aside as he drops to his knees, practically ripping your stringy bikini thong aside. He’s rough. What mannerisms he had are gone. He’s allowed himself to be fully engulfed in lust. He groans at the sight of your trimmed bush and glistening folds, his two thick fingers spreading your pussy lips open to expose your cute little clit and fluttering, leaking hole.

His cock painfully throbs at the sight of your sopping wet cunt. “Poor baby,” he mumbles, tapping his finger against your hole. You squeak, cheeks flushed as your pussy gushes. “How long have you been wet for daddy, hm?”

You lick your lips, gasping. “M-Mr. Williams—”

Simon gives your thigh a slap and you suck in your breath, fighting back a whimper. “No, none of that. It’s daddy now, do you understand?”

You swallow your spit, nodding. “Y-Yes daddy, I understand.” You bite back the smile that threatens to grace your face. “W-What’s daddy going to do to me?”

Simon shakes his head, leaning down so his mouth is only inches away from your pussy, but his eyes are trained on you. You suck your bottom lip in, stomach twitching. Strands of salt and pepper hair dance across the arch of his brow, his eyes half-hooded, his mouth parted to puff breaths of air against your quivering lips. There’s nothing but hot, pure desire etched into his defined features and you now realize you’re at his complete and utter mercy.

“Daddy is going to eat this dirty little cunt of yours,” he husked and plops his mouth right against your sloppy wet pussy.

“O-Oh! W-Wait—ahh!” you squealed as his hot tongue licks a fat stripe up your cunt and flattens itself against your panicking clit. Your hands immediately go to his hair, fingers entangling themselves in his soft peppered strands. You bite down on your lip hard as his tongue laps over your fleshy jewel, his calloused fingers dipping into your plushy thighs to keep you spread open and not hiding away the delicacy that is now at his mouth.

“Fuck! Oh god! Slow down—ohhh daddy!” you cry out, liquid fire coursing through your veins. He groans into your pussy, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. Lewd moans spill from your swollen lips and your back arches off the chair, breasts bouncing back and forth. “Have mercy on my clit, daddy! P-Please!” Your pleas fall on deaf ears as the older man suckles on your clit, his tongue occassionaly licking over the bud.

The one benefit of engaging in sexual activities with an older man is the fact he has years of experience. Simon’s tongue skillfully swirls around your beating clit, teeth lightly nipping at the bud. He kisses it before sucking on it once more, his fingers digging deeper into your thighs. Your cries echo out into the air, uncaring of how loud you’ve become. Every suck and lick sends bolts of electricity throughout your body. Heat laps up at your body, coating your shivering flesh in sweat.

“Daddy! Daddy, fuck! Ohhh be nice!” you squeal when he sucks quickly on your cute little clit, a sudden torrent of fluids gushing out of your slit. Poor thing. Your hole clenches around nothing but air, desperate to be filled. You open your mouth to beg him to tongue fuck you but what comes out of your mouth is a heaving gasp when he replaces his mouth with his thumb and repeatedly presses down on your bundle of nerves.

Your poor, tortured clit is taking on all of his advances while your velvet heat is suffering from the lack of attention. You pull at his hair, whimpering. “O-Okay, as much as I love what you’re doing, I need you to lick me, daddy! Lick my hole!”

Simon rumbles out a throaty chuckle that causes you to involuntarily moan, because goddamn does he sound good. “What, baby? You want daddy to lick your dirty little hole, hm?”

Everything is too hot. Too filthy. “Yes, daddy! I want daddy to lick my wet hole. Mmm please daddy lick your princess up!” You slip at hand down and spread your slippery folds open to expose your twitching slit, which is leaking excessively. You bat your lashes at him as you purr seductively, “Come on, daddy, don’t you want to stick your tongue in your baby girl? Hm?”

Simon tongues the inside of his cheek, a single finger running over your hole. “Daddy has a dirty little girl on his hands, hm?”

A shiver runs down your spine. God, this is all so filthy and feels so shameful and degrading but you fucking love it. “Mmhm! You do, daddy,” you said sinfully. You press your heels into the lounge chair and shove your pussy up into his face, rubbing your sloppy cunt against his mouth. “This is all daddy’s fault! If daddy wasn’t such a pervert with me, I wouldn’t be this way!”

“You really are a dirty little girl,” Simon groans into your pussy, inhaling your scent. He’s already drenched in your fluids, but your messy cunt leaks onto his face, trickling down his neck and over his muscular, hairy chest, matting up his hair. He grabs your hips and shoves you back down with the click of his tongue. “Daddy should do something about this, then.”

With that, Simon’s tongue finally licks over your hole. A small, teasing lick. Your sweet fluids melt into his taste buds heavenly and he shudders, the muscles in his jaw tightening. He’s never tasted anything so sweet before in his life. And he wants more .

Simon immediately buries his face between your sticky folds with the shake of his head, his fat tongue continuously lapping at your heat before slipping into your fluttering hole, his big nose bumping against your clit.

You choke out a gasp, back arched off the chair. You pull at his hair, sobbing, “Daddy! Daddy yeeess! Oh fuck lick me! Daddy lick my pussy up!”

You hardly care if anyone hears you and sees your older freshly divorced neighbor with his face buried between your legs. You’re enjoying yourself and you’ll let it be known.

Simon absolutely devours your sloppy pussy. He’s not holding back. He’s rolling your hips against his face while his thick tongue pumps within your heat, the motions creating wet squelching noises. White cream coats his tongue. He’s slobbering into your delectable cunt, the fluid motions of his tongue having the world spin. You lick your swollen lips, sounding like a broken record to the endless moans spilling from your mouth.

“So fucking good,” Simon growled into your pussy, the rumbling of this throat vibrating your puffy sex. “Oh daddy needs to fuck you. Daddy has to fuck his baby girl!”

Simon’s tongue disappears and you whine pathetically, slamming your knee against the chair in protest. You push yourself up on your hands, watching as he discards his clothes. You pout up at him, poor pussy throbbing. “I-I didn’t want you to stop,” you complain, but yelp when he manhandles you. Your back is now turned to him, hands on the chair, ass perked up and pussy split apart to allow your hole and button to be shown.

His big, calloused hand rubs your ass soothingly, and you jump when you feel his mushroom shaped head rub between your sticky folds. “Sorry, baby, but daddy needs to fuck this slutty pussy of yours,” Simon murmurs, his hands kneading at your ass. “Shit, wait, should I go grab a condom?”

You wouldn’t last five minutes without him. Your cunt is suffering right now with how she aches. “That’s okay, daddy, I’m on birth control,” you reassure him, wiggling your hips. “I’m not worried about anything. Now, come on daddy, put it in. Fuck this nasty pussy, daddy!”

“You fucking slut,” Simon growled. He grabs his cock and guides his tip to your entrance. The subtle glide of his bulbous tip against your heat knocks you over the edge. Your arms nearly collapse in on themselves and the world spins. It's different when in your mouth, but when he’s poking and prodding at your entrance, the thickness is sending your body into a frenzy. You need him now . Your pussy waited too long this entire time and not another second will be spent waiting. Before he has the chance to slip it in himself, you sink your cunt on his shaft without warning. 

Simon’s cock is enveloped in the warmth and slickness of your heat. Your cunt immediately drips down his shaft in a rush. The older man gasps at the ooey-gooey sensation of your pussy, your gummy walls wrapped tightly around him and coating him in your fluids. “F-Fuck! Wait!” he cried out, his chin tucked into his chest.

“I-I can’t,” you gasp, eyes twitching while a lustful smile appears on your face. Your pussy greedily sucks him in with an audible wet slurp and you moan from the burning stretch. His girth spreads your walls wide open and you whine from how full you already feel and he’s not even half way in yet. You’re impatient and continue to shove yourself down on his massive cock, crying out, “Daddy’s cock is so big! Ahh! Daddy makes me feel s-so full!”

“God, slow down, please!” Simon pleads, holding onto your hips for dear life. Your tight, wet hot pussy squeezes him, nearly having him cum in you right then and there. Your gummy walls continuously rub against his half as you sink down. You both moan in unison, him moaning from your warmth and you from how his veins pulse against your sweet spots. Simon grinds his teeth together, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

When was the last time he had pussy?

Far too long, right around the time he and Carol lost interest in each other sexually. He resorted to fleshlights as a substitute but it’s not the same as the real thing.

Besides, he’s deep within your college girl pussy, his cock spreading you deliciously apart. Your pussy clenches around him and soaks his shaft and he knows the moment he bottoms out, he’s going to destroy your filthy little cunt.

“Ohhh I love daddy’s cock,” you giggle, wiping the spit off your chin. You’ve never had anyone as big as Simon. You’re experienced of course, but none of the guys your age compare to the silver fox known as Simon Williams. Older man with years worth of experience tucked under his belt. You’re his first pussy in a long time, but you wonder how many other women he’s fucked before his wife. You bite down on your lip and whimper as you reach the middle of his shaft, which happens to be a bit thicker than the rest of him. 

“Fuck, daddy ooohhh you’re so thick,” you pant, one eye twitching. You attempt to shove yourself down quickly, except his cock doesn’t go in any further. You nearly panic that he was stuck, but thankfully he wasn’t. “Daddy, daddy your cock is so much!”

“I know, baby, but you can handle it, right?” Simon purrs, kneading at the flesh of your ass once more before giving your ass a hard smack. You jump with a yelp, nodding your head immediately, eager to please the older man. “You want to show daddy how well you take his cock, yeah?”

Again, you nod, your brain struggling to form coherent thoughts. His cock pulsing within you makes it hard to think straight, especially his thickness proving to be a challenge for your pussy to swallow up. You managed to choke out a, “Yes, d-daddy!” Proving you’re not too cock dumb. At least, not yet, because once this beast of a cock is buried to the hilt, your brain is tossed right out of your ear.

You slowly pump yourself up and down, preparing yourself to take all of Simon’s monstrous cock. You dreamt about this marvelous cock for many weeks. Imagined his length and girth, touching yourself to the nasty fantasies of him spreading you wide open on his car with the garage door open and pounding you mercilessly. It’s one thing to fantasize, but to have him standing right behind you with his cock going in? That’s a different story. This is the real deal and he's much bigger than you expected him to be. You roll your hips in small, quick circles, and you feel him twitch within you. You know he’s struggling from not pounding into your filthy cunt.

You bite down on your lip, gulping. He’s holding himself back in order for you to adjust. Just like you, he’s been waiting, too. So once you feel confident enough, you’re able to get past his thickness and you choke on your tongue, struggling not to collapse. Heat swelters your body and it’s so hard not to cum right on his cock.

At long last you bottom out and you moan in relief, your toes curling against the ground. His tip is right against the slit of your cervix, lightly teasing it. The outline of his cock appeared in your lower belly, his cock big enough to bulge through. You test it by pressing down on it and both of you moan in unison. Your pussy instinctively tightened around his cock and his hips twitched, nearly fucking straight into you. You throw a wanton look over your shoulder, nodding. “I-I’m ready,” you pant, drool trickling down your chin.

Simon is practically buzzing. “You sure? You don’t need more time?”

“Just tear this pussy up!”

The magic words, and possibly your last. Engrave those words onto your tombstone, because this hunk of a man is going to destroy your cunt.

Simon pounds into your cunt, and you swear this is one of your filthy fantasies you touch yourself to. There’s no way at long last, his long, fat cock is finally drilling into your stretched out weeping pussy. He’s so thick he’s continuously rubbing against your beating clit, adding onto the delicious stimulation.

Your moans screech out into the air, breasts swinging back and forth. Eyes rolled to the back of your head, the most lewd smile on your flushed, spit covered face. Your pussy sprinkles out arousal with every thrust of his cock, his massive balls slapping directly against your clit.

For what seems like hours, Simon pounds into your pussy. He grabs your wrists and pulls you back, fucking you harder. Leaving you at his mercy. He turned you around and laid you on the chair, not once stopping the force of his powerful thrusts. Oh, he’s a beast. The older man is showing you exactly how he fucks a woman. He even lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, and fucked straight into you. The tip of his cock repeatedly kissed your cervix and all you can do was cry out, “Fuck! Fuck! Daddy fucks me so good!”

“Oh, yeah?” Simon husked, his cock relentlessly fucking your sloppy wet cunt. “You love it when daddy fucks you? Well, daddy loves it when he fucks his baby girl!”

By the end of it all, you’re stuffed to the brim of cum.

Simon pulls out, groaning in relief and at the sight of your cum covered sex. He traces a finger around your puffy pussy, relishing in your trembling. “You okay?”

You nod, scooping cum out of your pussy and sucking it into your mouth with a satisfied hum. “Trust me, daddy, I’m doing more than okay,” you say breathlessly, caressing his limp dick with your foot. You move to stand up but your knees nearly give out on you, feeling like jello, but Simon keeps you upright against him. Your lips curl into a devious smile, hands caressing his hairy chest. “So, daddy, is this a one time thing or will this happen again?”

Simon’s hands immediately find your ass and grope them, eliciting a squeal from you. “Trust me, sweetheart, this is going to happen over and over again,” he promises, nipping at your neck. “You got my number, right?”

Your smile couldn’t possibly get more devious, but it does.

“Oh yes, I do.”

Here’s to a long summer of fucking this old man, but to your surprise, another person will enter the picture.

A beautiful, older woman by the name of Wanda Maximoff.