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In The Old Farmers Cottage free porn video
Let me introduce myself to you;
I am a 19 year old girl with short brown hair, and an athletic build, long legs,with rather large boobs that tend to make me look a bit top heavy.
In between college terms, I scanned the local paper for a part time job so's I could earn a bit of money to tide me over until the new course started after the summer break. My eye was drawn to an ad which wanted a domestic, twice a week. That seemed ideal to me so I rang the number and an interview was arranged.
I turned up on the due day on time at the address that I was given, although being very difficult to find being up a cart track and miles from anywhere. It turned out to be a very old cottage, the sort with roses around the door, next to some tumble down old farm buildings. I opened the squeaky front gate, and walked up the overgrown path, and read the noticed attached to the door “Please knock loudly.” So I hammered on the door with my fist and waited for a response.”Hello” a voice from across the yard shouted “Sorry; I forgot that you were arriving today” he said. Oh that's not a good start I remember thinking to myself......but I needn't have worried.
He looked like a retired farmer, in his muddied wellies, moth eaten cap and holey jumper. “Come on into the house” He said, as he removed his boots, opened the front door and gestured to me to enter.
The interior was quite dark, but warm and cosy, in need a bit of tender loving care, and a woman's touch about the place, which I suppose that was what the job was all about. “Sit down, sit down” He said with a welcoming smile on his face. We hit it off straight away, I don't really know why, but we just clicked. He offered me the position, I was to come in Tuesdays and Fridays starting the following week.
I duly turned up for work on my first day, and he showed me where everything was kept, and also wanted me to wear a French maids outfit about the place while I was working there. This was a bit of a shock to me initially, but when he said it would make an old man very happy, and besides, there would be a little something extra in my wage packet if I did. I thought what the hell, if it cheers him up, and there was going to be more money for me which I desperately needed to pay off a few bills with, nobody was going to know about it anyway, what harm could it do ?
I went into another room to try it on. It was a little bit tight around my bust, giving me a deep cleavage, as the material strained to keep my assets in place ( no surprises there ) but otherwise fitted ok, revealing all my best features to the full. On seeing me, he took a sharp intake of breath. “You look wonderful” he said as his ruddy face lit up. I began to feel more comfortable as I moved about the house, lovingly admired by the old gent, who appeared to think that all his birthdays had happened at once!
Now I had always fancied the older gentleman, the father type figure. His hands were large with big calloused fingers like pork sausages. He was single, his wife having died long ago, and it turned out a very lonely chap, generous and with a heart of gold.
It wasn't long before he started to turn on the old charm, and like a moth attracted to the light, and to my shame I found myself going along with it.
After a couple of weeks working for him, he started to come out of his shell a bit, extremely gently pushing the boundaries of our relationship, testing my reactions. Like brushing me as he passed by, a very playful slap on my bum, putting his hand on my knee, and stroking my thigh. All innocent and good humoured fun which I went along with as secretly I enjoyed it; not that I would admit it to him, although I expect by my reaction to his bravado, he knew that I liked it really.
I remember vividly one day him telling to me about some of his pals that he lost in the war. Tears welled up in his eyes as he related it to me. I went over and sat by him to give comfort, cradling his head against my chest with my arm around him to show support.
He was indeed a kind, gentle, caring, tender person. I remember one day when it all kicked off so to speak, I had tripped over on an uneven flagstone in the kitchen, and banged my head on the Aga making it bleed. He sat me down in a chair and tended me. When he had finished he gave me a quick peck on the cheek. In return, I gave him a full on kiss on his lips as I was so overjoyed that he cared so much about me. He was shocked at first at my reaction to me, but ever so pleased as a great big smile spread across his face as we then warmly embraced, and that was the start of our relationship.
Yes I know....he was almost four times my age, but I didn't care, we were now an item and blissfully happy in each others arms. When we went into town walking around the shops arm in arm, or hand in hand, some people tut tutted, others thought that perhaps I was his daughter or nice, but we didn't care, as long as we were happy together then that was all that mattered to us, and they could think what ever they liked as far as we were concerned.
I moved in with him, and the first night that I slept with him...I say slept, there was not a lot of sleeping happening that night going on I can tell you. I remember it like it was only yesterday. I had gone up to bed before him and lay naked under the duvet looking up at the ceiling waiting for him, when I heard him making his way up the stairs. As he entered the room, he started to undress. In the muted light of the bedside lamp, I watched him undress. For his age he had a well toned muscular body which in all honesty I was not expecting. I guess he got that through hard physical work on the farm, plus he was very hairy to, which I like on a man, even though the hair on his chest was white, it didn't matter to me. Even more incredulous was that he was exceptionally well hung as well. Wow!....was I a very lucky girl or what ?
He slid beneath the cover to join me, and cuddled up as we embraced in each others arms. The touch of his hands on my body was strangely exciting and magical. I felt his hardness poking my leg with it's urgency. He then treated me to the best and longest session of foreplay that I have experienced, it just went on and on. As soon as I was about to orgasm, he seemed to sense it, and stopped what he was doing until I had gone from boiling back to simmering. This happened many times until in the end I was begging him to join with me to become one. He was in my opinion, an expert at cunnilingus... fantastic!
In the end, I was so desperate for him to enter me, that I pushed him over onto his back, and straddling him, manoeuvred his raging stiff manhood over my entrance before slowly lowering myself on to him. The sensation for us both on our very first intimate encounter was fantastic !
I just lay there very still on top of him fully penetrated, bathing in the glory of our oneness, enabling me to become more accustomed to the size of him as we held on to each other tightly. He was indeed a mature and very experienced lover, at least in my eyes he was, as all my past sexual partners were of the “Wham bam thank you mam type”!
After a while he asked me to lay on my back for him so that he could make wild passionate love to me. How could I refuse. When I was in position laying there with my legs wide open waiting for him to make his move, he climbed on top of me and lined up his shaft with my intimate parts and very gently slipped it inside me until it could go no further. The sensation was wonderful. He rested for a while on me, his weight squashing my boobs, before drawing his cock back out nearly all the way out before thrusting it deep within me again, taking my breath away with the suddenness of it, and giving me my very first orgasm with him ever. I clung on tightly to him as my body twitched and jerked, my stomach muscles involuntarily tightening around his shaft, making him grunt with pleasure and delight as I managed to make him cum at the same time as me. Now that's a first I can tell you. My past experiences have been, the male cums inside me, and just as I am starting to get close to an orgasm myself, rolls off to one side, and goes off to sleep leaving me wanting and frustrated.
I noticed that after we had both come down from our highs, he was still in me and hard as ever...incredible !
With me laying on the bed on my back impaled up to the hilt by him who was still laying on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his back, urging him on to greater heights as I milked his pleasure giver. “You naughty girl” He implied jokingly. “So you want some more do you”? I didn't answer, well, I didn't need to did I ? He started to build up a rhythm, pounding my pussy with his love truncheon, taking each other over the top together again at the same time...and then he was spent. Not bad for an old timer wouldn't you say ?
It wasn't long after this, about a couple of months of being together, that I woke up beside him one morning and reached across to him to find that he was stone cold, and had died during the night. After the initial shock, funeral etc, it turned out that he had left everything to me in his will. I was indeed a , very rich girl now. But do you know what ? I would have traded it all in to just have another week with him. Our love making had been absolutely amazing, out of this world in fact. The next man has got a lot to live up to. I guess that I have been spoilt rotten, and nobody will ever come even close.
I feel very empty without him now, sort of lost. So any advice you can give me would be most warmly welcome readers as to what I should do next with my life.
Cayleigh
- 17.01.2021
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