Lonely in London

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Lonely in LondonInternet.By day I am a working professional but by night you will come to realise I am quite the sexual deviant. This is my story of a recent experience I had. My name is Suzie and I live and work in central London and have done for about 3 years now. Moving here on my own was a challenge in itself but also very difficult to make any decent friends. This is when I came to realise the wonders of the internet. Passing countless hours either chatting to strangers or browsing through the copious selection of porn available online. It was fun and helped with those lonely horny times.It was a typical Monday for me, I went to work and had a relatively quiet day in the office. Nothing interesting or ‘out of the norm’ to report there. When I got back, after making my dinner, I decided to flick open my laptop and browse the internet to pass my evening. I visited my normal naughty chat room, where thousands of men pretend to be something they aren’t; either younger; more attractive; a female; or more commonly a larger penis. Most of these guys are easy to spot and divert, others are well versed in the art of pretending. Up until this point I had only found myself chatting, generally normal stuff like the news and celebs etc with the rare time where I actually used my webcam to have some fun with a guy. But, this Monday night was going to prove to be different from the rest and the start of something new and kind of risky. When I logged in to the chat room as ‘NaughtySuzieUK’, the normal initial bombardment of filth came flying through. All from “Hi” to “You wanna see my 10″ cock babe” and everything in between flashed on my screen. Every message I deleted, all except one. The message simply read “Hi, How was your day at work?” from someone called ‘David373’. It was a nice simple message that caught my eye. After 10 minutes or so, we had exchanged several fairly standard messages, turned out he also lived in London and shared a common past time with me – internet chat rooms. At 6’1; 26 years old; with short brown hair; athletic build; olive skin tone and a supposed 6 pack he actually sounded hot. Instantly I had built up a dreamy pin up picture in my mind, which started to turn me on. The difficulty comes when they ask you the same question in return – “So, what do you look like?”. The problem here is you don’t want to sound too boring and quite non-descript nor do you want to come over as a Jessica Alba look-a-like. I replied with the following: “Well, I am 26, about 5’7″, long dark brown hair, slender build, brown eyes, luscious lips and as for the rest you can ask about ;)” knowing full well he would ask about my boobs and bum. But nothing, except “You sound gorgeous Suzie”. We promptly exchanged our email addresses, and not long after he would send me a picture of ‘himself’. This guy was very hot, just my type. We continued talking and when I said I whereabouts in London I lived it turned out we were literally 5 mins drive apart. Things started to get a bit more real when he asked if I meet up with guys. This is the one lie I did tell, “Yeah, I have met a few guys before” playing it cool and acting like it was nothing.”Why don’t you come round then and have a drink with me?” he asked. I thought for a second, oh what the hell “Yeah okay”. We exchanged mobile numbers and he gave me his address. “Give me 15 minutes to get ready and I will head across” I said whilst routing through my draw for a clean pair of knickers. I found a dress, albeit a bit slutty, a red; short cut number thinking ‘easy access’. The false economy of a push up bra to increase my C cup breasts and a pair of high heels to show off my legs. I tied my hair up quickly, grabbed bahis siteleri canlı my keys and a handbag then headed out the door. I plugged his postcode into my Sat-nav and waited – 12 minutes to destination. ‘What was I doing?’ I thought to myself, already slightly moist at the thought of what may happen and forgetting what if this is just a crazy guy. “I’m here” I texted him. Instantly replying “Come on up”. It was a typical smelly and rather creepy council estate and he lived on the fourth floor. As I went to press the doorbell, a sudden wave of ‘What the fuck am I doing’ went over me. I pressed anyway and the door opened. I was greeted by what can only be described as a very old man in his pyjamas. “Oh sorry, I must have the wrong address” I uttered. “Suzie?” he replied “Come on in…” And in my typical British politeness, I stupidly accepted. I walked into his small flat, barely able to see with the low lighting, except the glow from the screen of his laptop in the corner. I sat on the old fashioned sofa and looked around the dingy room. “Are you David?” hoping and praying it was his grandson just in the shower or something. “I am David.” he said very softly to me. I shook my head “What about the photo?”. He gave me a story which didn’t make much sense at all and don’t think he even understood himself either.He was short, grey, extremely wrinkly, unshaven grey stubble,very skinny but cute in that sort ‘sweet old grandad’ way. Wearing the classic blue and white linen PJ’s and obviously no pants, judging by the prominent outline of his cock, which was clearly visible and obviously happy to see me. An awkward silence fell in the room for what felt like an eternity. I continued looking round the room, seeing copious amounts of adult material; magazine’s; DVD ‘s, making no effort to cover up what he does to fill his days. On the screen of the laptop was a video playing of a teenage girl being shagged by an old man, obviously knows what he likes and dreams of.He sat himself next to me on the sofa and placed his hand on my bare thigh. “I’m sorry I lied to you, it’s okay if you want to leave” he said soo apologetically to me. I didn’t reply, not because I was scared but just out of shock I guess. His old wrinkly hand continued to stroke my thigh “Do you want to leave?” he asked. “Umm… no. I guess we can chat, if you like?!” why the hell I said I still question to this day but it brought about a big smile from him. Out the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of his hard-on, stood firmly beneath his pyjamas. Looking back I guess he hadn’t felt a young woman’s soft flesh in a long while and my dress didn’t leave much to the imagination. “So what do you normally do when you meet men from those chat rooms Suzie?” he said barely able to hide his excitement. “Oh.. well normally we have a drink, chat and sometimes…” before I could finish “fuck, you like to fuck them” he said in the most dirty deep voice. I just nodded in reply to his comment, taken back by the presumption that I am a slut but quite turned on. My hand shifted to his thigh and we mutually stroked each other’s legs, feeling his eyes staring down my dress at my ‘pushed up’ boobs. ‘What the fuck am I doing here’ I asked myself.”Would you like to …” his head intently nodded towards the prominent bulge in his Pyjamas. The hand which I was stroking his leg with slowly slipped up to his groin area and I was greeted by a slender piece of steel like flesh. Reciprocating the favour, his hand directed itself between my legs and I kindly greeted him with a pair of saturated panties. For several minutes we continued to stroke each other through our clothing in complete silence canlı bahis and for some unknown reason it made me soo horny. My legs became more accommodating, spreading further apart, allowing his fingers to push and probe. At one point, he pulled my knickers up at the front and my delicate soft lips parted either side of the thin lace. “Ohhh” I groaned as the soft material rubbed over my clitoris. I reached underneath his loose bottoms and firmly grasped the slim shaft. At a guess, he must have been 4″ long and no thicker than a couple of fingers, unshaven and quite a swollen helmet. The shaft was slick with his pre-cum, trickling through my fingers. I jerked it quickly up and down in excitement for about 30 secs, the shaft pumped, “Stop Suzie, stop” he demanded with urgency. It was already too late, a single thick stream of cum shot out and landed over my dress with the rest oozing from his head and down over my hand. He reached over and flicked on a small desk lamp. We both analysed the damage; a single long white streak lay up my dress and a small amount managed to reach my boob. My hand laced with thick cum stroked him soft cock while we both sat on the sofa. ‘Turned on’ and not climaxing was not an option for me. When David left the room to clean himself and by the sounds of it – take a piss, I pulled my straps down over my shoulders in the hope he would get the hint. With my dress hitched up a bit too, David walked back into the room wearing just a shirt, his balls hung in a very stretched out sack. He walked over and stood by the side of the sofa, reaching down my dress (just as I hoped) he pinched and pulled at my stiff nipples. “Mmm yes David, that’s good” I encouraged him. Almost like a turtle head, his cock was tiny and barely visible. Not to be deterred, I licked softly over the foreskin and cupped his large sack. David soon pulled my dress down over my breasts, which remained in place by my push up bra. One small clip and my large 32D cup boobs revealed in the light, much to the delight of David. Pinched; twisted and groped, my nipples were stiff and red from his rough hands.”You will have your work cut out there” he said as I desperately tried to stiffen his old prick. We both took a break and drew breath. “It will take a lot to make me cum again young girl.” he explained. Desperate for a fuck, I asked “What can I do?”. Turning around, he said “Follow me”. I stood up, wiggled my hips, allowing my dress to slide down over my curvy bum, leaving me in just my black lace knickers and my rather slutty heels. I followed him intently.A small dark room with two cameras on tripods were either side, just like you see on the poorly made porn sets except this was in a vintage room; wallpaper falling off the walls; a single bed with no sheets and remenents of cum filled tissues across the floor. “Get on the bed and get on all fours Suzie” he instructed. Like a submissive slut I followed my orders. David went to each of the cameras and turned them towards the bed. Not considering any consequences of being filmed I felt my pussy dampen once again – in my mind I was now a pornstar. Opening a drawer, David pulled out a large black dildo and passed it to me. A full 10″ of thick veiny rubber cock, I clutched it tightly. “Now Suzie, you imagine this is my cock. Show me what you want to do to me.” he said like some director. Flicking my hair back and looking over my shoulder at the camera, I opened wide and guided the dildo into my mouth. Moaning as the girth penetrated all the way to the back of my throat. “That’s a good young girl” he said as he stroked his small wrinkled meat back to life. “Is that all you want to do with me?” he smiled. I shook bahis siteleri my head with the cock still in mouth. “You show Grandpa what you want?” I slipped my knickers down to my knees, still on all fours, and then slowly glided the large rubber head between my sodden lips. The camera focused in on my young hole, I pushed the head inside me with the pure thickness of it stretching my lips apart. David came behind me and gave me a hard spank across my bum, leaving a large red hand mark. “Oh yes grandpa, harder” I pleaded. Simultaneously, he continued to spank me harder while I shoved the thick shaft deep up my pussy. “Harder!” I begged loudly as the pain intensified the pleasure of the dildo. David took control of the dildo and pulled it out, leaving my gaping pussy on full show. My face pushed in the bed and pussy twitching, I soon felt the much smaller head of David’s cock pressed up against me. “You want grandpa’s cock Suzie?” he said, already knowing my answer. “Fuck me David” I said in my slutty voice. With his hands placed firmly on my hips, the head slipped inside me with ease and the bare fleshy shaft began to slide in and out. Each jolt of his hips as he drove into me caused his huge balls to slap against my clit, triggering a wave a pleasure with each impact. Again, his pre-cum flowed out of my pussy and down my inner thighs. The pace slowed as the old man began to tire “Get on your back grandpa” I found myself ordering him. He didn’t take telling twice and slumped onto his back. His small cock glistened in our juices, I bent over and licked from the base to the tip of his cock, tasting the sweet cum. Stood above his prone body in my heels, I squat down, clutching the small headrest for support. Watching his face as he entered me again, the pure pleasure as my lips engulfed his old flesh. I grinded on his shaft slowly whilst I pushed my big tits in his face, letting him suck them. “Is that good grandpa?” speeding up the pace at which he sunk deep inside me. My pussy was starting to enjoy his old cock. David drew his head from my tits “Yes young girl, fuck me!” confirming I was hitting the right spot. My swollen clitoris was rubbing against his stomach as I fucked him hard, driving me into a mind blowing orgasm. “Yes, yes yeeesss… Oh fuck” I screamed, flooding the bed with my juices as I lifted off his cock. It felt like I had lost all power to move and found myself lay limply on the bed by the side of David, who slowly lifted himself up and started licking my soaking wet slit. With every lick that glanced over my clit I twitched and moaned. Grandpa then had his turn to straddle me, pinning me to the bed, he ordered “Squeeze those tits together, grandad wants to fuck your titties” My boobs being more than ample for fucking, he soon got to work, plunging his length between them. “Grandpa is gonna cover your pretty young face darling” he said whilst reaching for the camera. His legs by my armpits, I had no where to go, I had to have it. He rested his balls by my chin, with one hand was the camera and the other he stroked the length of his solid shaft. The camera lens zoomed in on my face, he was close.”Open wide for grandpa” he ordered as pulled furiously on his cock. Like a hungry cum slut, my tongue was out waiting for the warm juices. “Oh… oh… Ohhhhh arghhh” he grunted. And with each twitch of the head he pumped countless streams and hot cum over my face. Hot lashings of cum lay streaked across my young pretty face. Circling my tongue around my lips to taste him. “Mmm grandpa, you taste delicious” I smiled.”Stay right there” he requested. Grabbing his small camera to take close-ups of me. I gave him some slutty poses for a good view of my well worked pussy. After he was done, he brought me a towel and my clothes. Following a few briefs words, I got changed quickly and headed back to my car. This was my first real meet and to this day we still make our filthy fuck movies.

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