Stories of seducing older men

First, let me state that I am a woman, in my 20s (your breasts are less than 5), with long hair and a pointed chin. 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, that's what an ex-boyfriend said, but I won't comment on that. Regarding
the initial intention of writing this, I simply 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 entry. Please bear with it.

I met the male protagonist of this story, the "old man," late in the summer of 2006. I remember
there were still mosquitoes at home. I was in a chat room—one of those chat rooms with suggestive names—and I think I was pretty
bored that day, looking for an interesting guy to hang out with. I was wandering around when I ran into him. His chat room ID
was "Dad." He greeted me first and even asked if I was his "good daughter." I laughed so hard and asked him why he had
such a name. He said it was because he liked to make love with his "good daughter"—quite 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, "Ca
n't you get hard? You old man with fantasies." 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 QQ
(I have a secret little QQ account, haha, I'm sure many of you do), and found a ton of
messages from that older man adding me. The messages were all sorts of funny, enough to make me laugh to death. I added him on QQ, and
that's how my chat with him started. Later I found out he was only in his forties, 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. Most of the time, I just listened blankly as
he kept typing and talking, endlessly about pornography, SM, incest, his sexual experiences, etc.
He talked about everything, in a relaxed, direct, and humorous way, like a fun little game, which often made me quite
aroused.

To be honest, women also enjoy hearing slightly dirty jokes and want to discuss sexual
topics . My girlfriends often secretly discuss
things like whether men with bigger noses have bigger penises, haha, I digress. During our chat, he kept insisting I call him "Dad," but I refused. 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 analyzed things for me, like whether my boss was satisfied with my work, how to handle colleague
relationships, how to negotiate with the landlord, and so on. 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 time. 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.

"You must be chaste in life, and utterly shameless in sex, understand, little girl? That's how a woman should be."

Around noon, the old man was again bombarding me with his theories.

"Stop it, I'm so sleepy."

"Don't be sleepy, talk to me, or I'll spank your little bottom."

"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 idiot."

"Oh, so you're a repressed slut."

"...Sleep." I angrily shut down QQ. And on boring evenings, he would try to trick me into revealing things, "Do you like oral sex, Jun?

" "No!" "It's so uncomfortable, but..."

"But if your penis is thick and big, you'll like to act tough, right?" He slyly continued, "No,
if your penis is cute, it's acceptable."

"What kind is cute, little girl?"

"The pinkish kind, 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, and I was chatting with an older man at home. We chatted casually for a while, and then he wanted to
video chat with me. This was the nth time he had asked me to video chat, and I still replied that I wouldn't speak or watch. He ignored me and didn't
say anything for a long time. I said, "Let me see you," thinking he wouldn't talk to me anymore, 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, and a neat
suit . His eyes seemed thoughtful. 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 idea and asked, "Do you really want to see me? How much do you want to?"

"Very much. I know you're a sexy beauty."

"Hehe, you're smart. Does your thing down there want to see me?"

"Haha, my penis wants to see me even more." "

Let me see if your penis can still get hard." I typed out the words with a sly grin.

Then I turned on my
video pointed the camera at my waist, showing my short skirt and thighs. He propped his head up with his hand,
focusing intently. Through my earpiece, I heard his deep voice, "Beautiful legs."

I swayed my hips, pulling my skirt up to my stomach so he could see my underwear and thighs. His
breathing quickened instantly, like a lustful young man. I loved that feeling. Then I heard him murmur
, "Little baby, your legs and underwear are so beautiful." I saw him finally stand up, pull down his pants, 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 I'm quite voluptuous).
(Thinking about how he always said he wanted to spank me, he gently patted my buttocks with his hand.) In the video,
his penis quickly became noticeably larger, extending beyond his hand, the head of which looked enormous.

He moved the camera in front of his penis, so the entire video frame was filled with it, appearing very large,
the head a bright red, creating a strong visual impact that aroused me. I even had the urge to suck his penis
.

"Do you like my big cock? Spread your legs, let me see your cunt," he said. "It's really big, so
dark , so ugly." His profanity only excited me more.

"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."

"Mmm, I like it."

"I want you to kneel at my feet and suck my cock for me."

"Mmm, I like it, I like licking you, your cock." Saying this, I took a deep breath and
stood up in front of the camera. In the video, you could
see labia were visible. I was showing my genitals to the old man opposite me, and the thought aroused me.

I couldn't help but close my eyes and think to myself, "Old man, I want you to cum in front of me."

"Girl, my little pussy is so beautiful, I want to fuck it." He increased the speed of his masturbation, his penis
trembling in front of the camera.

"Are you still going to the meeting?" Suddenly, I 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 ended the video call, 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 using QQ, but sometimes I'd think of that old man, imagining
him being left hanging there, and it felt incredibly satisfying. However, later I still
made love to him on video without reservation. We were both very excited. I catered to his every request and experienced pleasure,
wave after wave of orgasms. "Are you satisfied now? You've seen all my tender grass inside and out," I
said "Girl, I've fallen in love with you, hehe."

That was a sleepless night, emptiness and oppression weighing me down. I wondered if I had taken the first step
or the last.

After the National Day holiday in 2006, I agreed to date a boy who had been pursuing me for over a year. To be honest, I didn't have
much . On one hand, my mother was nagging me every day, and on the other hand, all my friends were in couples.
Among the boys around me, I chose him. So my life outside of work became more fulfilling, and I went online much less. The older
man was clearly frustrated by this news, but he wisely faded from my life slowly.
In our conversations, he started to act like a nagging, doting elder, and for some reason, I felt a sense of loss.

My boyfriend was pretty good to me in daily life, but we argued a lot. What I couldn't stand the most was how petty
he was. Later, the older man told me that it was because both my boyfriend and I, born in the 80s
, were only children and spoiled at home. We didn't know how to consider each other or compromise, so we needed time to adjust so the boy
could become a man. I thought about it and it made sense. Our sex life was the funniest. Often, I wanted to, but
he didn't want to; he wanted to, but I was fast asleep. Then, my boyfriend wanted oral sex, and I always refused
, saying it was dirty. I wonder what my boyfriend would think if he knew what I said to the older man during video sex.

"Spring is here, the mating season for animals," the older man exclaimed, just as I told
him I had changed into a skirt. It was already April or May, but my boyfriend seemed to be proving me right that
night We made love in bed, and 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, huh?" He actually replied quickly, "Missing you? My
boyfriend finished."

"Really? Did he ejaculate inside?"

"Yeah, his semen is flowing down my legs now." Actually, we used a condom, but I pretended. "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 want him to see? I'm such a hypocrite
. I took my phone, took a picture of my genitals, and sent it to him via MMS.
I felt a strange thrill, wondering
if this guy would get an erection. I immediately turned off my phone and went back to the room, where my boyfriend was fast asleep in 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 unexpected text from the older man popped up, teasing me.

"Just finished lunch, about to have a chat."

"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 , having a meeting here this afternoon."

"Old man..."

"What's wrong? Girl, something's wrong?"

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. The New Jinjiang Hotel, my mind raced. It's
about a 30-minute drive from my company. Suddenly, he felt so close, so real. But it's only a 30-minute drive; there
's no traffic at noon, maybe 20 minutes later.

Old man, old man, I paced back and forth in the office. Should I go see him? And then what? This thought made my
heart pound. I looked up and saw the company clock pointed to 12 o'clock. Work started at 1:30 PM, a full hour and a half to go.
My God! I grabbed my phone and rushed out of the company. Sitting on the taxi, I felt
a chill run down my spine. My bra strap slipped down, but I didn't care. Twenty minutes later, I arrived at the hotel entrance.
I got out of the car and walked into the hotel. The brown marble floor gleamed. I hadn't expected the hotel lobby to be so large;
there weren't many people there at noon. I looked around… Turns out, to the left, in the corner of the stairs, there was a
small seating area surrounded by rattan chairs, and a man was looking down at me. Oh, like he always said, he never lied to me; he
really was alone. The old man, seeing my sudden appearance, 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 it came through the earpiece, his narrow eyes fixed on me.

"Yes, pay my taxi fare," I said, holding out my hand.

"Ah, you should have told me sooner, I would have sent a car to pick you up." He frantically searched for his wallet, but I smiled smugly; I'd finally
managed to make this old man lose his composure.

“You cunning girl, you always like to seduce me,” he laughed. “Hmm,” I exaggeratedly glanced at my watch.
“You only have 20 minutes.”

“20 minutes, that’s definitely not enough to fuck you,”

he said, still naked and direct, his small eyes gleaming.

Two minutes later, we were embracing in the private room. He was very tall; I was wearing high heels, and my head barely reached his
shoulder. He kissed me wildly, one hand on my breast, kneading it. Indulging with a
man , I accepted his kiss, smelling his sweat. My mind was racing, chaotic.

I collapsed limply into his arms. He threw me onto the bed. I heard him unbuckling his belt, and I
closed eyes. The image of that huge 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 took off 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, are
n't you?" Then he slapped me again and again. It didn't hurt much, but I felt a strange, controlled pleasure,
though I kept silent.

He flipped me over, spread my legs, and started to anticipate his arrival.
I felt his hand touch my genitals, moving it around, one finger probing and probing. "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 fingers were 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 finger out, spread
my legs with both hands, and the hand that had been inside me was wet and slippery, squeezing my thigh. Then,
something pressed against my vulva. Oh, he was rubbing his penis against my vulva, the head of his penis
slowly rubbing between my labia. "Call me Daddy, 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 vulva grew stronger and stronger. My vulva felt both
sore and itchy, and I gritted my teeth.

"Little thing," he seemed a little reluctant. Suddenly, I felt a swelling in my vulva. His penis
had entered me. 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 to the very inside me, even my stomach felt bloated.
He was inside me, completely possessing me. This feeling made me involuntarily wet.

He thrust suddenly, his movements forceful and rhythmic. I felt him pounding into me relentlessly, feeling
his thrusts. Each time he pulled out, I felt almost completely emptied out. Then he thrust in hard, as if he were hitting my
cervix, filling me up completely. 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 . I was in a daze. "Fuck me, fuck me harder, I like it 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 getting 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 made
my mind come to my senses.

His face had calmed down; the murderous glint in his eyes had turned into tenderness. I gasped,
"You old bastard. You're a truly 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 insert it again."

"Dream on, you'll miss your chance later." I jumped off the bed, straightening my hair and clothes. "I have to go.
You did a good job, old man, 12 minutes, hehe." I glanced at his semi-erect penis, bent down,
and kissed it. "You did a good job 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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