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Women Only
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Straight Female / 55
From The Earliest Thoughts About It I've Always Liked Older Men
I am 55 so I am certainly old enough to understand. I have a sometimes uncontrollable desire to just be banged around by an older man. I'm not into pain, it's more of a man who doesn't have a problem fucking the shit out of a woman for his pleasure.
As a child growing up I lived with my grandparents on a desolate ranch in Wyoming. There were the horses and the dogs and I watched the dogs fuck. Sure she gets something out of it, but the fucking is all him, it's what he gets out of it. To me that's what fucking is all about. Sure, you get something out of it, I guess. But he is fucking, not you. And maybe that's how grandma got it from the old man. He was hard and she got fucked, there was no other way around.
I went off to school when the time came, most everyone was farm and ranch and the guys wore jeans and the girls dropped their jeans. It's just the way it was. I never got interested in any of the college guys, I seemed to get interested in some of the older men around the college town. This one man, I'll call him Gus, he got me hard and laid me out and just for fun he fucked me the old fashioned way, in a cheap motel, and I liked it very much. Slinking around picking up my clothes and sneaking out of the motel back to campus.
I never dated anyone my age. I was always hanging onto some old man, they like having their dick sucked and tits wave around in their face. I moved to LA and made money that way. It was a solo thing, I never went pro. I went to bars and hung out and let old men pick me up. If they felt they should pay I didn't refuse, I had to pay rent. I wasn't one of those that hung around bars where the rich and famous went, I hung out at bars where the cowboys and hard men hung out. It ain't over unless he slaps your ass hard to kick you out. Apartments, hotel rooms, back outside the bar. I turned 30 sucking off this old man in a park. He gave me an extra twenty because it was my birthday.
I got a day job working at a paint and body shop. The old lady of the old man had it in for me, but I was sucking him off and more and he told her what to do, and told her to leave me alone. He is the man that I fell for, it became personal. The old lady got angry but there wasn't anything she could do. He took me around to the back of the shop where he had a cot and some blankets and walked back to the front pulling his pants off. I stopped by the 'ladies' room to fix myself up. She, the old lady, always met me when I walked out and would stare at me, tell me that my hair wasn't in place, or that my bra was showing. I still think that she got as much out of it as he did and she was probably a good fuck when she was young.
I had to move on, I was turning 35 and not going anywhere. My grandpa died so I went back home to the funeral, lied about how good I had it in La. Once home I realized that I needed the wide open country and I stayed to help my grandma out. I met a man during those days, he was a widower but not that old, he was 55. He hadn't had his cock sucked for a while so I treated him to it, and laid back and let him get his frustrations out. He didn't slap my ass so I stayed the night. And became his woman.
He is 75 now and I'm 55. Out here in open country I don't have a past, after these last 20 years I'm his woman and that's that. I suck him and can still get him hard, squeezing the juice out of him takes a little longer. He likes a woman with a big ass and having her tits rub all over him. I do all the cooking and pretty much do everything my grandma did when I was growing up, and I'm sure now that grandma sucked grandpa's cock and she bent over anyway he wanted. There's not that much else to do on the ranch. Of course she never talked to me about those things, only about the dogs. 'She likes it or she wouldn't do it'.
As a child growing up I lived with my grandparents on a desolate ranch in Wyoming. There were the horses and the dogs and I watched the dogs fuck. Sure she gets something out of it, but the fucking is all him, it's what he gets out of it. To me that's what fucking is all about. Sure, you get something out of it, I guess. But he is fucking, not you. And maybe that's how grandma got it from the old man. He was hard and she got fucked, there was no other way around.
I went off to school when the time came, most everyone was farm and ranch and the guys wore jeans and the girls dropped their jeans. It's just the way it was. I never got interested in any of the college guys, I seemed to get interested in some of the older men around the college town. This one man, I'll call him Gus, he got me hard and laid me out and just for fun he fucked me the old fashioned way, in a cheap motel, and I liked it very much. Slinking around picking up my clothes and sneaking out of the motel back to campus.
I never dated anyone my age. I was always hanging onto some old man, they like having their dick sucked and tits wave around in their face. I moved to LA and made money that way. It was a solo thing, I never went pro. I went to bars and hung out and let old men pick me up. If they felt they should pay I didn't refuse, I had to pay rent. I wasn't one of those that hung around bars where the rich and famous went, I hung out at bars where the cowboys and hard men hung out. It ain't over unless he slaps your ass hard to kick you out. Apartments, hotel rooms, back outside the bar. I turned 30 sucking off this old man in a park. He gave me an extra twenty because it was my birthday.
I got a day job working at a paint and body shop. The old lady of the old man had it in for me, but I was sucking him off and more and he told her what to do, and told her to leave me alone. He is the man that I fell for, it became personal. The old lady got angry but there wasn't anything she could do. He took me around to the back of the shop where he had a cot and some blankets and walked back to the front pulling his pants off. I stopped by the 'ladies' room to fix myself up. She, the old lady, always met me when I walked out and would stare at me, tell me that my hair wasn't in place, or that my bra was showing. I still think that she got as much out of it as he did and she was probably a good fuck when she was young.
I had to move on, I was turning 35 and not going anywhere. My grandpa died so I went back home to the funeral, lied about how good I had it in La. Once home I realized that I needed the wide open country and I stayed to help my grandma out. I met a man during those days, he was a widower but not that old, he was 55. He hadn't had his cock sucked for a while so I treated him to it, and laid back and let him get his frustrations out. He didn't slap my ass so I stayed the night. And became his woman.
He is 75 now and I'm 55. Out here in open country I don't have a past, after these last 20 years I'm his woman and that's that. I suck him and can still get him hard, squeezing the juice out of him takes a little longer. He likes a woman with a big ass and having her tits rub all over him. I do all the cooking and pretty much do everything my grandma did when I was growing up, and I'm sure now that grandma sucked grandpa's cock and she bent over anyway he wanted. There's not that much else to do on the ranch. Of course she never talked to me about those things, only about the dogs. 'She likes it or she wouldn't do it'.
