[Modern Romance] Stories of Seducing Older Men

First, let me state that I am a woman, in my 20s (x less than 5), with long hair, a pointed chin, and a slightly protruding nose. My mom always says I have a foxy face. I'd say my looks are above average, and I'm quite confident in my skin and figure. My body proportions are good, except… my breasts are a bit small. Actually, it was something an ex-boyfriend said, so I won't comment on that. Regarding the initial intention of writing this, I just wanted to recount a life experience, but unfortunately, my writing skills are poor. Once I started writing, I found I couldn't control it, and it turned into a little diary. Please bear with it.

I met the male protagonist of this story, "Old Man," near the end of summer in 2006. I remember there were still mosquitoes at home. We were in a chat room—one of those chat rooms with ambiguous names. I think I was quite bored that day and wanted to find an interesting man to be bored with, so I wandered around and met him. His chat room ID was "Dad." He took the initiative to greet me and asked if I was his good daughter. I laughed so hard and asked him why he chose such a name. He said it was because he liked to make love with his good daughter. He was really direct.

I was shocked. After a few exchanges, I realized this guy was a complete pervert. I asked him how old he was, and he said over 60. I retorted, "Can't you still get hard? You old man fantasizing." Without waiting for his reply, I closed the chat room and went to bed.

Women are sometimes so strange; they always remember the first meeting so clearly. A few days later, I opened my QQ (I have a private QQ account, haha, I'm sure many of you have one), and found a ton of messages from that old man adding me. The messages were all sorts of funny. I added him on QQ, and that's how my QQ chat with the old man started. Later, I found out he was only in his 40s, a senior executive at a foreign company, and surprisingly, he lived in the same city as me.

Chatting with him, I felt he was incredibly energetic and very shrewd. Often, I just listened blankly as he typed and talked incessantly about pornography, BDSM, incest, his sexual experiences, and everything else. He talked about it all in a relaxed, direct, and humorous way, like a fun little game, which often left me feeling aroused.

To be honest, women also like to hear slightly dirty jokes and want to discuss sexual topics with men. My girlfriends often secretly discuss things like whether men with bigger noses have bigger penises—haha, I digress. During our chats,

he kept insisting I call him "Dad," which I didn't want to do. I always called him "Old Man," so he had to accept it. He gave me a bunch of nicknames, like "Good Daughter," "Little Girl," "Little Kitten," and even "Little Slut" and "Little Hustle." But I still preferred him calling me "Little Girl," so our chats became a conversation between an "Old Man" and a "Little Girl."

Then, I could often listen to his eloquent pronouncements while he helped me analyze trivial matters such as whether the boss was satisfied with my work, how to handle colleague relationships, and how to negotiate rent with the landlord.

This old man was a jack-of-all-trades, but the most important piece of advice he gave me was guidance on buying and selling stocks at the most crucial moment. Good heavens, in just six months, I earned what I would have earned in four or five years! When I saw my online bank balance, I almost fainted.

"In life, you must be chaste; in sex, you must be utterly shameless. Understand, little girl? That's how women should be," the old man lectured me again around noon.

"Stop it, I'm so sleepy."

"Don't be sleepy, talk to me, or I'll spank you."

"I want to sleep, you old man."

"What bra are you wearing today?"

"Flesh-colored."

"I told you to wear black last night?"

"Black is too sheer, you wouldn't understand."

"Tell me, I want to know."

"Only prostitutes and old women wear dark underwear to attract attention, light colors with a slightly sheer effect are fine, you're so stupid." "Oh, so you're a repressed slut."

"...Sleep." I angrily closed QQ.

And on boring nights, he would try to get information out of me, "Do you like oral sex?" "No! It's so uncomfortable, but..." "But if your penis is thick and big, you like to have sex, right?" He slyly continued.

"No, if it's a cute penis, then it's acceptable." "What do you mean by cute, little girl?" "Something pink and tender, of course, you old man wouldn't be like that." "How do you know what my penis looks like?" "Of course I know."

"Then come and see."

"...Get lost."

"..."

This time it was a weekend noon, I was at home chatting with the old man, we chatted for a while and then he wanted to video chat with me. This was the nth time he wanted to video chat with me, I still replied without speaking or watching, and he ignored me for a long time. I said I'd see you, I thought he wouldn't talk to me, but he still sent me a video. That was the first time I saw him in real life. In the video, he was very thin, with narrow, squinty eyes, short hair, a high nose bridge, a neat suit, and thoughtful eyes. I stared into his eyes and thought to myself, this is it, I might fall for him.

But I still smiled and asked him, "Why are you dressed so neatly, going on a date?" "I have to go to a meeting in a bit."

I suddenly had a mischievous thought, so I asked, "Do you really want to see me? How much?" "Very much, I know you're a sexy beauty." "Hehe, you're smart. Does your thing down there want to see me?" "Haha, my dick wants to see me even more." "Let me see if your dick can still get hard." I typed out the whole thing with a sly grin.

Then I turned on my video. I'm pretty confident in my figure, so I pointed the camera at my waist, showing my short skirt and thighs. Across from me, he propped his head up with his hand, focusing intently. Through the earphones, I heard his deep voice, "Beautiful legs." I swayed my hips, pulling my short skirt up to my stomach so he could see my underwear and thighs. His breathing quickened instantly, like a lustful young boy. I loved that feeling. Then I heard him murmur, "Sweetie, your legs and underwear are so beautiful." I saw him finally stand up, pull down his trousers, and pull out his penis from his underwear. It wasn't very hard yet, and he was stroking it with his hand, looking incredibly sexy—that's the only way to describe it.

I took off my underwear, turned to the side so he could see my buttocks (hehe, I think they're quite full). Remembering how he always said he wanted to spank my butt, I gently patted my buttocks myself. In the video, his penis quickly looked noticeably larger, extending beyond his hand, the head of the penis becoming quite large.

He held the camera in front of his penis, so the entire video screen was filled with his penis, which looked huge, with a bright red head, very visually striking, which aroused me, and I even had the urge to suck his penis.

"Do you like my big cock? Spread your legs and let me see your cunt." "It's really big, so black, so ugly." His vulgarity only excited me.

"Do you like it?"

"What?

" "You know."

"I don't know!"

"I know you like it, and want it inside you." "Yes," I whispered, "I want you to suck my cock." "Yeah, I like it." "I want you to kneel at my feet and suck my cock for me." "Yeah, I like that, I like licking your...your cock." Saying this, I took a deep breath and stood up in front of the camera. In the video, you could see my pubic hair, and with my legs spread, you could see my labia. I was showing my genitals to the old man opposite me, and the thought aroused me.

She couldn't help but close her eyes, secretly thinking, "Old man, I want you to ejaculate in me." "Girl, my good daughter's little pussy is so beautiful, I want to fuck it." He increased the speed of his masturbation, and his penis trembled in front of the camera.

"Are you still going to the meeting?" I suddenly asked him.

He stopped, was silent for a moment, and said, "Yes, I'm going!"

Those three words sent a chill down my spine. I immediately turned off the video, shut down my computer, and logged off QQ. That old bastard, I'm never talking to you again.

Life went on uneventfully for a while. I stopped going on QQ, but sometimes I would think of that old man, imagining how he looked being left out, and it felt incredibly satisfying. However, later I still made love to him on video without any reservations. We were both very excited. I catered to his various requests and experienced pleasure, with orgasms coming one after another. "Are you satisfied now? You've seen all my tender grass inside and out," I said after we finished. "Girl, I've fallen in love with you, hehe."

It was a sleepless night. Emptiness and repression weighed on me. I wondered if I had taken the first step or the last.

After the National Day holiday in 2006, I accepted a boyfriend who had been pursuing me for over a year. To be honest, I didn't have strong feelings for him. Partly, my mother was constantly nagging me, and partly, all my friends were in relationships. Among several boys around me, I chose him.

So, my life outside of work became more fulfilling, and I spent less time online. The older man was clearly disappointed by this news, but he wisely faded from my life. In our conversations, he started acting like a nagging elder, and for some reason, I felt a sense of loss. My

boyfriend was fairly good to me in daily life, but we argued a lot. What I couldn't stand most was that he was incredibly petty. Later, the older man told me that this was because both my boyfriend and I, born in the 80s, were only children, spoiled at home, and didn't know how to consider each other or compromise. Therefore, we needed time to adjust so the boy could mature into a man.

I thought about it and it made sense. My sex life with my boyfriend is the funniest. Often, I want to, but he doesn't; or he wants to, but I'm fast asleep. Then, my boyfriend asks for oral sex, and I always refuse, saying it's dirty. I really don't know what my boyfriend would think if he knew what I said when I was having sex with an older man on video.

"Spring is here, it's mating season for animals," the older man exclaimed. I had just told him I was wearing a skirt. Actually, it was already April or May, but that night my boyfriend seemed to confirm that. We were having a great time in bed. After we finished, I went to the bathroom naked to wash up. I thought of the older man in the same city, so I took out my phone and secretly texted him: "Old man, what are you doing?" After sending it, I saw it was late and prayed he wouldn't reply.

"Little girl, what are you doing? Missing me?" He actually replied quickly.

"Missing you? I just finished with my boyfriend."

"Really? Did he cum inside?"

"Yeah, the semen's flowing down my legs right now." Actually, I used a condom, but I did it on purpose.

"Oh, let me see."

"How?"

"You figure it out, you want me to see."

"No way!" I looked at the starlight outside, spread my legs. Did I really want him to see? I'm such a hypocrite. I took my phone, snapped a picture of my genitals, and sent it to him via MMS. I

wondered if he'd get an erection when he saw it. I felt a strange thrill, immediately turned off my phone, and went back to my room. My boyfriend was fast asleep on the bed. Memories are like fragments. Sometimes you gaze at the sky, trying to piece them together, but they slip through your fingers like quicksand.

"What are you doing, girl?" An older man's text message popped up unexpectedly, teasing me.

"Just finished lunch, about to go to bed."

"Missing me?"

"What are you doing? Bored again?" This guy, he only thinks of me when he's bored.

"Sitting alone in the lobby of the New Jinjiang Hotel, I have a meeting here this afternoon." "Old man..." "What's wrong? Girl, something's bothering you?"

What's wrong with me? I miss him, I miss the feeling of being with him, that feeling of complete abandon, only he can give me that, make me relax, give me a sense of security. New Jinjiang Hotel, my mind races. It's about a 30-minute drive from my company. Suddenly he seems so close, so real. But it's only a 30-minute drive; there's no traffic at noon, maybe 20 minutes.

Old man, old man, I pace back and forth in my office. Should I go see him? And then what? The thought made my heart pound. I looked up and saw the company clock pointed to 12 o'clock. Work started at 1:30 PM, so I had a full hour and a half to go. My god! I grabbed my phone and rushed out of the company. Sitting in the taxi, I felt a chill run down my spine. My bra strap slipped down, but I didn't care.

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the hotel. I got out and walked through the doors. The brown marble floor gleamed. I hadn't expected the hotel lobby to be so large; there weren't many people there at lunchtime. I looked around… There was a small area on the left, around the corner of the stairs, surrounded by wicker chairs. A man was sitting there, head bowed, looking down at me. Oh, like he always said, he never lied to me; he really was alone. The old man, seeing my sudden approach, I quietly walked towards him, my high heels clicking on the floor. It felt like an eternity.

"You've come," his voice was even deeper than through the earpiece, his narrow eyes fixed on me.

"Yeah, pay my fare," I said, extending my hand.

"Ah, you should have said so earlier, I would have sent a car to pick you up." He frantically searched for his wallet, but I smiled smugly, finally managing to confuse this old man.

"You cunning girl, you always like to seduce me." He laughed too.

"Hmm," I exaggeratedly glanced at my watch, "You only have 20 minutes." "20 minutes, definitely not enough to fuck you," he was still naked and direct, his small eyes gleaming.

Two minutes later, we were embracing in the private room. He was very tall, and I was wearing high heels, my head barely reaching his shoulder. He kissed me wildly, one hand on my breast, kneading it. Indulging with a man I'd only met for five minutes, I accepted his kiss, smelling his sweaty scent, my mind thinking, let it all be chaotic, let it all be chaotic.

I collapsed limply into his arms. He threw me onto the bed, and when I heard him unbuckling his belt, I closed my eyes. The image of that big thing I'd seen in the video immediately flashed before my eyes, but I still didn't dare open them. He turned me over, making me lie face down on the bed, then lifted my skirt and pulled down my underwear. I lay there like a rag doll, completely at his mercy. "Smack!" He slapped my buttocks. "You little slut, you're being a jerk, aren't you?" Then he slapped me again and again. It didn't hurt much, but I felt a strange sense of controlled pleasure, though I remained silent.

He turned me over again, lifting my legs with both hands. He was coming, and I began to anticipate it. I felt his hand touch my genitals, stroking them, one finger probing and digging. "So wet, you want Daddy to fuck you, don't you? Tell me, isn't that right?" he commanded. I gritted my teeth and didn't speak. "Say it, say it!" He inserted his finger, moving it in and out of my vagina. His finger was thick, and I couldn't help but lift my lower body to meet him, but I still didn't say anything.

"Little girl, you won't admit it?" I could hear him breathing heavily. He pulled his fingers out, lifted my legs with both hands, and the hand that had once penetrated my vagina was now wet and slippery, squeezing my thighs. At that moment, something hard and hot pressed against my vagina. Oh, he was rubbing my vagina with his penis, the head of his penis slowly rubbing between my labia. "Call me Dad, beg me to fuck you, beg me to fuck you," he growled. I closed my eyes and ignored him. He wanted to torture me, to see how long I could endure it, but the feeling of unfulfilled desire in my vagina grew stronger and stronger. My vagina felt both sore and itchy, and I gritted my teeth.

"Little thing," he seemed a little reluctant. Suddenly, I felt a swelling in my vaginal opening as his penis entered. He seemed a little afraid of hurting me, slowly going deeper and deeper. I felt myself being filled, filled, even torn apart, little by little.

He pushed all the way inside me, even my stomach felt bloated. He was inside me, completely possessing me, and this feeling made me involuntarily wet.

He thrust violently, his movements forceful and rhythmic. I felt him constantly pounding into me, feeling his thrusts. Each time he pulled out, I felt almost completely emptied, and then he thrust in hard, as if he were hitting my cervix, filling me up completely in one go.

He called out, "Little girl, does it feel good? Do you like being fucked by your dad?" I opened my mouth, panting heavily, "Mmm, I like it." I hooked my legs around his waist, arched my hips, and met his penis. He thrust deeper and deeper, his penis rubbing against the vaginal walls. I had never felt such stimulation before. I was in a daze, "Fuck me, fuck me harder, I like this." "Little girl, open your eyes and watch me fuck you." I opened my eyes. It was an excited man's face. I could see the muscles and veins bulging on his neck. I had finally made this man go crazy for me. "Dad, fuck me harder... harder... I'm yours... mmm..." "Good daughter, I love you, I'm going to fuck you to death..." he roared, his movements becoming faster and faster.

I could feel his penis getting harder and harder. I went crazy, hooking my legs tightly around his waist, my whole body tense, my vagina contracting in waves. "It's coming...it's coming, ah..." I cried out desperately, the peak of pleasure leaving my mind blank. It took me a while to come to my senses.

His face had calmed down, and the murderous look in his eyes had turned into tenderness.

I gasped for breath, "You old bastard. You're such a wicked guy."

"Who's wicked? It's because you like my wickedness," he said, gently wiping my genitals with a tissue. "So tender, I almost can't bear to go in again." "Dream on, you'll miss your chance later." I jumped off the bed, tidying my hair and clothes. "I have to go. Good job, old man, 12 minutes, hehe." I glanced at his semi-erect penis, bent down, and kissed it. "You did well too, hehe."

As I left, he hugged me tightly and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined. He loved me, I could feel it. Did I love him? I silently asked myself. I could feel his semen flowing from my vagina, running wildly down my thighs, but I didn't want to wipe it away.

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