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I discovered porn at quite an early age, (I don't want to say here) and learned to masturbate around the same time, I loved it and I couldn't stop. A year or so later I had seen two pornos, one my dads and the other I found on the way to school. The one my dad owned showed a white middle aged women deepthroating a black man before she was fucked violently in her ass. The other displayed a white women in some kind of frame which had her fixed in the doggy position and men took turns to use her asshole and face. I would wonder what it would be like to be used in such a way, the idea of it excited me.
A short time later I started to frequent the local public toilets after rushing inside to pee and finding porn magazines on the dirty floor. I would go to them often hoping to find more, staying in the cubicle for a while to looking at the dirty drawings and writing on the walls.
One time I found a pair of womens pantys on the floor, tried them on, and wanked in them, from that point on always wore girls pantys to the toilets, which were easy to get hold of with the many charity shops in town. I always wore cute white ones. My hair was begining to get long, down to my shoulders, so I'd put my hair in pigtails, it made me hornier to do this.
At this still unmentionable age I had developed in the privacy of my bedroom a taste for watersports, showering myself while lying down with my pantys and pigtails. When sat in the toilets I'd just let it flow, letting the pantys soak it all up. I would never wash them as I would like them to smell of the last masturbation session sat in the cubicles.
Months later my solo fantasys were at an end, after noticing a hole in the cubicles door and an eye peering through from the otherside, looking at me dressed in white urine and cum sodden pantys my hair in pigtails, my white socks and flatchest. I stopped masturbating but kept my hand in my pants, I was a bit scared and didn't know what to do, the eye kept looking at me. Then it dawned on me that this person wanted to watch so I started wanking again, letting them watch for a few minutes till the eye moved away from the hole, then there didn't appear to be anyone there. I kept my eye fixed on the bottom of the cubicle door because I could see a shadow moving around there before, I wondered where they'd gone, half afraid they'd gone to call the police, then a folded piece of paper slipped under the door. I leant over and picked it up, unfolded it, wrote in bio were the words OPEN THE DOOR. My terror began to get the better of me, I was so afraid of my mum and dad finding out, but there was no where to run, the only way out was through the cubicle door infront of me, I decided to open the door and see what would happen. I unlatched the door and sat back onthe toilet seat, the door crept open. My observer was a middle aged man bout four times my age, he came in quicly locking the door behind him.
He looked down at me for a moment then told me to stand up, he told me to turn around getting a good look at me. Facing him he reached for my panty covered genitals rubbing them through the unclean cotton. He them moves his hand up to feel my chest before pulling my pantys down slightly so he could play with my dick and my ass, my cock might as well had been a toothpick in his large gnarled old hands. I pretty much just let him did what ever he wanted, not that I could of stopped him. He was soon bored fiddling with me, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out a substantial sized cock already hard, and with the his other hand on the back of my head directed his intimidating cock towards my mouth which did not open instantly as I was a bit unsure, but he didn't care and exerted more preasure till his cock head forced its way in. His cock was now in my mouth, not all of it because it was to big for me. He humped my face, I was hesitant but couldn't resist, I could feel his bellend and the veins of his cock with my tongue, I could smell the musk of his dick and balls creeping up my nostrils, on my knees trembling as he pushed is stinking cock in and out of my mouth. His penis throbbed and pulsed as it slid over my tongue, my mouth was begining to over flow with saliva. After about 15 mins he started to quicken his pace, I could hear him grunting as his dick jerked in my mouth. When he finished he did up his jeans, gave my cock a rub through my pantys then left. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth not thinking it mixed with the mans cum, only realising upon the aftertaste in the back of my throat and its scent filling my nostrils, I wasn't too sure if I liked it (but i grew to love it).
I locked the door sfter he left, and sat there for a while thinking about what just happened, thinking about it made me horny so I started to wank myself again. I decide that I enjoyed the experiance and would do it again, and I did on a regular basis, dozens of old men since had the pleasure of my young body, and dozens upon dozens have had my throat and abused me as I've grown older.
If anyone wants to hear about these times, u let me know x
A short time later I started to frequent the local public toilets after rushing inside to pee and finding porn magazines on the dirty floor. I would go to them often hoping to find more, staying in the cubicle for a while to looking at the dirty drawings and writing on the walls.
One time I found a pair of womens pantys on the floor, tried them on, and wanked in them, from that point on always wore girls pantys to the toilets, which were easy to get hold of with the many charity shops in town. I always wore cute white ones. My hair was begining to get long, down to my shoulders, so I'd put my hair in pigtails, it made me hornier to do this.
At this still unmentionable age I had developed in the privacy of my bedroom a taste for watersports, showering myself while lying down with my pantys and pigtails. When sat in the toilets I'd just let it flow, letting the pantys soak it all up. I would never wash them as I would like them to smell of the last masturbation session sat in the cubicles.
Months later my solo fantasys were at an end, after noticing a hole in the cubicles door and an eye peering through from the otherside, looking at me dressed in white urine and cum sodden pantys my hair in pigtails, my white socks and flatchest. I stopped masturbating but kept my hand in my pants, I was a bit scared and didn't know what to do, the eye kept looking at me. Then it dawned on me that this person wanted to watch so I started wanking again, letting them watch for a few minutes till the eye moved away from the hole, then there didn't appear to be anyone there. I kept my eye fixed on the bottom of the cubicle door because I could see a shadow moving around there before, I wondered where they'd gone, half afraid they'd gone to call the police, then a folded piece of paper slipped under the door. I leant over and picked it up, unfolded it, wrote in bio were the words OPEN THE DOOR. My terror began to get the better of me, I was so afraid of my mum and dad finding out, but there was no where to run, the only way out was through the cubicle door infront of me, I decided to open the door and see what would happen. I unlatched the door and sat back onthe toilet seat, the door crept open. My observer was a middle aged man bout four times my age, he came in quicly locking the door behind him.
He looked down at me for a moment then told me to stand up, he told me to turn around getting a good look at me. Facing him he reached for my panty covered genitals rubbing them through the unclean cotton. He them moves his hand up to feel my chest before pulling my pantys down slightly so he could play with my dick and my ass, my cock might as well had been a toothpick in his large gnarled old hands. I pretty much just let him did what ever he wanted, not that I could of stopped him. He was soon bored fiddling with me, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out a substantial sized cock already hard, and with the his other hand on the back of my head directed his intimidating cock towards my mouth which did not open instantly as I was a bit unsure, but he didn't care and exerted more preasure till his cock head forced its way in. His cock was now in my mouth, not all of it because it was to big for me. He humped my face, I was hesitant but couldn't resist, I could feel his bellend and the veins of his cock with my tongue, I could smell the musk of his dick and balls creeping up my nostrils, on my knees trembling as he pushed is stinking cock in and out of my mouth. His penis throbbed and pulsed as it slid over my tongue, my mouth was begining to over flow with saliva. After about 15 mins he started to quicken his pace, I could hear him grunting as his dick jerked in my mouth. When he finished he did up his jeans, gave my cock a rub through my pantys then left. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth not thinking it mixed with the mans cum, only realising upon the aftertaste in the back of my throat and its scent filling my nostrils, I wasn't too sure if I liked it (but i grew to love it).
I locked the door sfter he left, and sat there for a while thinking about what just happened, thinking about it made me horny so I started to wank myself again. I decide that I enjoyed the experiance and would do it again, and I did on a regular basis, dozens of old men since had the pleasure of my young body, and dozens upon dozens have had my throat and abused me as I've grown older.
If anyone wants to hear about these times, u let me know x
Blaze
- 12.07.2021
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