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My First Time With An Older Man... free porn video
When I was growing up, I would do pretty much anything for a bit of cash in my pocket. I worked in a sweet shop/newsagent every weekend from age 14 through until I had just turned 17. Our customer base was pretty much older men who would pop in during the day and spend as much time as was reasonably possible in the shop buying their sweets and papers, and chatting to the shop owner and me. It was during these years that I learnt how to deal with and appreciate the older man.
My boobs had started to grow before I had started work in the shop, and by the time I left I was sporting a rather nice pair of 38H and was a size 18 in clothing. I started going out to clubs with my friends and found that I got a lot of attention and I had a lot of fun... however my fun times were not sustainable without an income and my parents were refusing to continue to fund my nights out.
Now, fast forward to a few months after I left the shop. A new family moved on to our street. The adults were an attractive couple. The female, Jill, was 38, around 5'5" with long bleach blonde hair, a very slim build with tiny tits. The male, Steve, was 44, about 6'2", dark hair, and was an average build. They had a couple of rugrats in tow. They were unpacking their van as I was walking down the street and I stopped to say hello and asked if they needed any help. I mean, I had nothing else to do.
They politely declined my offer but mentioned they would be looking for a regular babysitter due to the nature of their jobs. Now I have never been a maternal being and looking after brats was the last thing I would have considered at that time so I just said I'd put the word round for them. A few days later there was a knock at my door and it was Jill. She said they were desperate for a babysitter and she was willing to pay me £50 for the emergency help. I thought for a second about which one of my friends would help out. It wasn't long until my stupid brain kicked in that she'd offered £50. £50! So I told her I'd do it.
I walked down to her house with her as she explained the rules she expected me to adhere to. She told me Josh & Lucas were already in bed and I had the run of the house until her or Steve got home. I spent the night just sat on their sofa watching TV hoping that the k**s stayed asleep.
At around 10:30pm Steve got home. He was shocked to find me sat there so I explained what had happened. He paid me the £50 his wife had promised and we sat chatting for a while. I found out that he was a solicitor and spent a lot of time dealing with clients outside of normal office hours. He could be called away at any time. He told me Jill was a personal assistant for a very needy business who just called on her at any time.
After chatting for an hour or so I made my excuses and left with my £50 - got taxi to town and boozed it away. The next day I battled through my hangover and popped down to my new neighbours to offer my babysitting services more regular, much to their delight. They offered me £30 an hour and wanted me to be available 24/7.
Over the next few months I'd be called upon most nights, and most nights Steve would come home and we'd chat away for a while before I left or Jill got home.
One day Jill told me she was going away with her boss on a business trip for a few days and asked if I'd be able to stay over at their house for the first night as Steve was going to a party and would likely be very drunk when he got home. I didn't see any issue with that and said "Of course I will! No problem!"
This was the point it all changed.
I had my blankets and pillow setup on their couch and had just fallen asleep when I heard Steve stumbling at the door. I had already changed into my PJs which were a silk & lace vest top and short shorts. I didn't have a bra on and my boobs were just hanging free under my vest. However, Steve was not finding his way through the door and I knew I was going to have to let him in. I figured he'd be too drunk to even notice what I was dressed like anyway. So I got up and opened the door. He stumbled into the house, looked at me and said "Helllllo baby! When did you get so... attractive?" Then he reached out and grabbed me by the waist. I pushed him away saying he was drunk and he should behave. Being honest though, I kinda liked the attention. He sat on my made up bed and beckoned me to sit next to him. I sheepishly walked over and sat down. He put an arm around me and gave me some drunken conversation before getting up and going to his bed. I realised I was quite attracted to him and he'd got me horny. It was too late now though as I'd let the moment pass and he'd wake up tomorrow not remembering. So, as I lay in his perfect house, on his perfect couch, I fingered my sopping wet pussy imagining it was Steve ramming in to me... I came hard for the very first time from masturbation that night.
In the morning I went upstairs for a quick check on the k**s and figured I'd have a shower if they were all still asleep. They were still all sound so I took that shower. I had popped my head into Steve & Jill's room before to check he was ok. He was asleep but had some serious morning wood going on. I could pretty much tell how big his cock was through his blanket. This has turned me on again so I decided I would get myself off in the shower.
I was still relatively new to masturbation, even at 17/18, so the only way I could hit the right spot was to sit down in the shower... I began rubbing my clit slowly with one hand and grabbing my tits with the other. As I got more into it, I couldn't stop my moans. I could practically feel Steve's big old cock pushing inside my tiny tight pussy. Just as I was about to cum there was a knock at the door and Steve asked if I was ok. I shouted back saying I was fine.
"How long do you think you'll be?" he whispered back, "I'm dying to piss! Could you just cover up with a towel will I go quickly?"
I quickly grabbed a towel and shouted "Yeh sure" back to him.
He ran into the bathroom, whipped out his cock and pissed for England as I stood there naked in his shower, except from a towel, watching him. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. My pussy was throbbing already, and my nipples were rock hard and rubbing against my towel.
"Hey, stop looking at my dick!" Steve turned to me and winked.
I went bright red and apologised. I was so embarrassed and realised he was never going to use that cock on me anyway.
"Nice shower?" He asked.
Oh my gosh. He's making conversation with me in the bathroom?! "Errr, yeh, lovely. I didn't think you'd mind..."
"Nope, I don't mind at all," he replied as he walked towards the door. I closed my eyes for a second to thank the lord that he was leaving the bathroom. I heard the door click closed, I flung my towel off, turned around and switched the shower back on. As I moved back around to face away from the wall I noticed Steve hadn't left the bathroom. He was stood at the door watching me with cock in hand. I had no idea how to react to this. He locked the bathroom door and moved towards me. Without saying a single word, he shook his ankles free from his boxers and climbed into the shower with me.
He picked up a sponge, covered it with shower gel, and began to wash my body. It felt so good. My legs were turning to jelly and I had to grab him to stay upright. His cock rubbed against me and it was hard as a rock. As he continued to soap my body up, I grabbed on to his cock and began to slowly wank him. He moaned gently and started to suckle on my nipples. No one had ever done that to me before and I almost came just from that. It was so erotic. He dropped the sponge and began to rub at my clit as I was stroking his cock. I came within seconds, and he quickly followed. He smiled and climbed out the shower, slipped his boxers back on and left the bathroom.
I was left shuddering and wondering what had just happened. I showered off properly, got out, dried and changed and made my way back downstairs.
Steve was in the kitchen making breakfast for the k**s, who were in the living room watching TV. I told him I'd get going home now. "I'll ring you later if I need you," he said with a wink.
I walked out of the door and went home. I'd only been home for 40 minutes and was lying on my bed masturbating again, (He had really turned me on) when he rang me saying he was going to need me tonight for sure... "Perhaps you could stay over again?"
To be continued....
My boobs had started to grow before I had started work in the shop, and by the time I left I was sporting a rather nice pair of 38H and was a size 18 in clothing. I started going out to clubs with my friends and found that I got a lot of attention and I had a lot of fun... however my fun times were not sustainable without an income and my parents were refusing to continue to fund my nights out.
Now, fast forward to a few months after I left the shop. A new family moved on to our street. The adults were an attractive couple. The female, Jill, was 38, around 5'5" with long bleach blonde hair, a very slim build with tiny tits. The male, Steve, was 44, about 6'2", dark hair, and was an average build. They had a couple of rugrats in tow. They were unpacking their van as I was walking down the street and I stopped to say hello and asked if they needed any help. I mean, I had nothing else to do.
They politely declined my offer but mentioned they would be looking for a regular babysitter due to the nature of their jobs. Now I have never been a maternal being and looking after brats was the last thing I would have considered at that time so I just said I'd put the word round for them. A few days later there was a knock at my door and it was Jill. She said they were desperate for a babysitter and she was willing to pay me £50 for the emergency help. I thought for a second about which one of my friends would help out. It wasn't long until my stupid brain kicked in that she'd offered £50. £50! So I told her I'd do it.
I walked down to her house with her as she explained the rules she expected me to adhere to. She told me Josh & Lucas were already in bed and I had the run of the house until her or Steve got home. I spent the night just sat on their sofa watching TV hoping that the k**s stayed asleep.
At around 10:30pm Steve got home. He was shocked to find me sat there so I explained what had happened. He paid me the £50 his wife had promised and we sat chatting for a while. I found out that he was a solicitor and spent a lot of time dealing with clients outside of normal office hours. He could be called away at any time. He told me Jill was a personal assistant for a very needy business who just called on her at any time.
After chatting for an hour or so I made my excuses and left with my £50 - got taxi to town and boozed it away. The next day I battled through my hangover and popped down to my new neighbours to offer my babysitting services more regular, much to their delight. They offered me £30 an hour and wanted me to be available 24/7.
Over the next few months I'd be called upon most nights, and most nights Steve would come home and we'd chat away for a while before I left or Jill got home.
One day Jill told me she was going away with her boss on a business trip for a few days and asked if I'd be able to stay over at their house for the first night as Steve was going to a party and would likely be very drunk when he got home. I didn't see any issue with that and said "Of course I will! No problem!"
This was the point it all changed.
I had my blankets and pillow setup on their couch and had just fallen asleep when I heard Steve stumbling at the door. I had already changed into my PJs which were a silk & lace vest top and short shorts. I didn't have a bra on and my boobs were just hanging free under my vest. However, Steve was not finding his way through the door and I knew I was going to have to let him in. I figured he'd be too drunk to even notice what I was dressed like anyway. So I got up and opened the door. He stumbled into the house, looked at me and said "Helllllo baby! When did you get so... attractive?" Then he reached out and grabbed me by the waist. I pushed him away saying he was drunk and he should behave. Being honest though, I kinda liked the attention. He sat on my made up bed and beckoned me to sit next to him. I sheepishly walked over and sat down. He put an arm around me and gave me some drunken conversation before getting up and going to his bed. I realised I was quite attracted to him and he'd got me horny. It was too late now though as I'd let the moment pass and he'd wake up tomorrow not remembering. So, as I lay in his perfect house, on his perfect couch, I fingered my sopping wet pussy imagining it was Steve ramming in to me... I came hard for the very first time from masturbation that night.
In the morning I went upstairs for a quick check on the k**s and figured I'd have a shower if they were all still asleep. They were still all sound so I took that shower. I had popped my head into Steve & Jill's room before to check he was ok. He was asleep but had some serious morning wood going on. I could pretty much tell how big his cock was through his blanket. This has turned me on again so I decided I would get myself off in the shower.
I was still relatively new to masturbation, even at 17/18, so the only way I could hit the right spot was to sit down in the shower... I began rubbing my clit slowly with one hand and grabbing my tits with the other. As I got more into it, I couldn't stop my moans. I could practically feel Steve's big old cock pushing inside my tiny tight pussy. Just as I was about to cum there was a knock at the door and Steve asked if I was ok. I shouted back saying I was fine.
"How long do you think you'll be?" he whispered back, "I'm dying to piss! Could you just cover up with a towel will I go quickly?"
I quickly grabbed a towel and shouted "Yeh sure" back to him.
He ran into the bathroom, whipped out his cock and pissed for England as I stood there naked in his shower, except from a towel, watching him. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. My pussy was throbbing already, and my nipples were rock hard and rubbing against my towel.
"Hey, stop looking at my dick!" Steve turned to me and winked.
I went bright red and apologised. I was so embarrassed and realised he was never going to use that cock on me anyway.
"Nice shower?" He asked.
Oh my gosh. He's making conversation with me in the bathroom?! "Errr, yeh, lovely. I didn't think you'd mind..."
"Nope, I don't mind at all," he replied as he walked towards the door. I closed my eyes for a second to thank the lord that he was leaving the bathroom. I heard the door click closed, I flung my towel off, turned around and switched the shower back on. As I moved back around to face away from the wall I noticed Steve hadn't left the bathroom. He was stood at the door watching me with cock in hand. I had no idea how to react to this. He locked the bathroom door and moved towards me. Without saying a single word, he shook his ankles free from his boxers and climbed into the shower with me.
He picked up a sponge, covered it with shower gel, and began to wash my body. It felt so good. My legs were turning to jelly and I had to grab him to stay upright. His cock rubbed against me and it was hard as a rock. As he continued to soap my body up, I grabbed on to his cock and began to slowly wank him. He moaned gently and started to suckle on my nipples. No one had ever done that to me before and I almost came just from that. It was so erotic. He dropped the sponge and began to rub at my clit as I was stroking his cock. I came within seconds, and he quickly followed. He smiled and climbed out the shower, slipped his boxers back on and left the bathroom.
I was left shuddering and wondering what had just happened. I showered off properly, got out, dried and changed and made my way back downstairs.
Steve was in the kitchen making breakfast for the k**s, who were in the living room watching TV. I told him I'd get going home now. "I'll ring you later if I need you," he said with a wink.
I walked out of the door and went home. I'd only been home for 40 minutes and was lying on my bed masturbating again, (He had really turned me on) when he rang me saying he was going to need me tonight for sure... "Perhaps you could stay over again?"
To be continued....
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