1. The Handsome Man Next Door


    Date: 12/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Male/Teen Female, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Written by women, Author: sunflowers, Rating: 94.3, Source: sexstories.com

    ways to get it to happen. Surely it was never going to happen with Guy. Every time I saw him, he looked incredibly blasé about everything, so I began to fantasize about hanging around pubs and clubs to get the attention of the drunken older men that stumbled out. I just wanted to feel some old cock in me, and every day without it made me a little bit more stir-crazy. There was only so much masturbation that could sate me – I wanted to feel it for real. My friend invited me out to an all-ages gig at one of the local taverns on a Saturday night. I figured getting out of the house would save me from becoming such a weird-ass nympho, so I said yes. Her name was Ainslee and she was a bit of a loose girl, and by the time we got there, she was already dancing with some beefy boy by the stage. The guy she was with looked like he only worked-out his upper body, and was stumbling around on these little twig legs that made me embarrassed for my friend and her choices. The band was alright, but I was shy and nervous – the group of hormonal teenagers would have been fun for the Hannah that lived three weeks ago. Now that I had tasted the forbidden tongue of an older man, all I wanted was to be surrounded by older men who leered at me. I was beginning to get in THAT deep, like I had become some kind of pervert who needed a release. I began to sort of hate Guy, like he had spoilt me – like I could never get it on with a boy my age again because he had ruined by sexual desires. All I could ...
    ponder was what would it have felt like to have a man’s beard rub between my thighs. I spotted an older man by the bar, probably having had his teenage years in the 90s or something. He was wearing an 18+ wristband, so I slunk towards him – trying to look older by straightening by back and squaring my shoulders. “Buy me a drink?” I asked him sweetly, trying to purr but sounding very much my actual age. He looked down at me, grinned awkwardly, and shook his head. “You’re a bit too young, sorry sweetheart.” The pet name made my pussy throb and I groaned and apologised, slinking away like a scolded kitten to hide in the corner. A few boys tried me but I refused, telling them I had a boyfriend by the bar, and they left me alone. I didn’t want their naivety – I wanted a nice old man to come take me home. There was no chance of it, no, not unless I got on some dating site and pretended to be older or something. I got mad enough at myself to just call my father to come and get me. Mum worked nights with Katie at one of the RSLs for extra money, so dad was the controller of my social life. I told him that some boy was leering at me and I was uncomfortable, and he rushed in to pick me up in about ten minutes flat. I said goodbye to Ainslee and she was upset that I was going so early, but I had bigger plans for the night. I thought about chat-sites, but that seemed a little old school. I thought about dating sites, but that was so much commitment. Then I thought about roulette sites, ...
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