Second Part: Affair with old man

My Old Man's Endless Lust can't get enough of her 60-year-old neighbor's relentless stamina and thick, throbbing cock.

It's been months since that first wild afternoon when the old man from next door turned me into his personal cumslut. At 18, I never imagined I'd crave an old guy's cock like this, but here I am, addicted to every filthy thing he does to me. He's in his 60s, with a body that's soft and wrinkled, but damn, he's a fuck machine. His stamina is unreal—I've seen younger guys tap out after one round, but he goes for hours, pounding me like a relentless piston. It's like his age has only made him hornier, more insatiable. He fucks me raw, hard, and deep, and I can't get enough. Lying to my parents has become second nature just to sneak over to his place. They think I'm hanging out with friends or studying at the library, but really, I'm spreading my legs for him, begging for his thick, veiny cock.

My boobs are a full D-cup, perky and firm, with pink nipples that get rock hard when he teases them. He loves them—obsessed, really. Every time we're together, he can't keep his hands or mouth off them. He'll grope them roughly, squeezing and kneading until they're red and sore, then suck on them like he's starving. He'll latch onto a nipple, biting and pulling with his teeth, making me yelp in that mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "These tits are mine, whore," he'll growl, his saliva dripping down my cleavage as he buries his face between them, motorboating me while his cock throbs against my thigh. It's humiliating and hot, and I arch my back to push them deeper into his mouth, loving how he worships them like they're the best thing he's ever tasted.

One afternoon, I told my parents I was going to a study group at a friend's house. It was a lie, of course—I'd been planning this all week. My pussy was already dripping just thinking about him. I slipped out in a short skirt and a tight top, no panties, and knocked on his door. His wife was out shopping, so we had the house to ourselves. He answered with that hungry leer, his eyes raking over my body. "Get in here, slut," he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside. Before the door even closed, he had me pinned against the wall, yanking up my top to expose my boobs. He fondled them greedily, pinching my nipples until I moaned. "Fuck, these tits are perfect. So soft and bouncy. I'm gonna suck them dry."

He dragged me to the living room couch, pushing me down and straddling my waist. His mouth descended on my left breast, sucking hard while his hand mauled the right one. I felt his tongue swirling around my nipple, then his teeth grazing it, sending shocks straight to my clit. He switched sides, biting down just enough to make me gasp, his spit coating my skin. "You love this, don't you? Being my tit-sucking whore." I nodded frantically, grinding my hips against him. His cock was already hard, straining through his pants—a thick monster, easily 8 inches long and as wide as my wrist, veined and throbbing with that musky scent I crave.

He stood up, unzipping his fly to free it. It sprang out, thick and erect, the head purple and glistening with precum. I licked my lips, dropping to my knees without a word. But he wasn't ready to fuck yet. "Suck my balls first, you filthy girl. Smell them." I buried my face in his crotch, inhaling deeply. His testicles hung low, heavy and wrinkled, with a strong, earthy smell that made my mouth water—salty, musky, like aged sweat and cum. I loved it, that raw, masculine stench that screamed "old man." I sucked one into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue, then the other, humming as I savored the taste. He groaned, fisting my hair. "That's it, worship my sack. You're such a nasty slut."

After a few minutes, he pulled me up and shoved me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. "Time to finger-fuck that squirting pussy." He's an expert at it, his thick fingers knowing exactly how to drive me insane. He started slow, teasing my clit with his thumb while sliding two fingers inside me. My pussy was soaked, and he curled them upward, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. "Look at you, dripping like a faucet. Beg for it, whore." I did, pleading as he pumped faster, adding a third finger, stretching me wide. His other hand pinched my nipple hard, twisting it. The pressure built until I couldn't hold back—I squirted, my juices spraying onto his hand and the couch. He laughed, pulling his fingers out and shoving them into my mouth. "Taste your mess, cumslut."

But he wasn't done. His stamina kicked in, and he flipped me over, bending me over the arm of the couch. "Ass up, face down. I'm gonna fuck you like the machine I am." His cock, still rock-hard and thick, slid into me from behind. It stretched my pussy to its limits, filling me completely. He gripped my hips, pounding relentlessly, his belly slapping against my ass with each thrust. I loved it—the way he used me, grunting like an animal, his old body moving with surprising power. "Take it, you tight little whore. This old cock owns your cunt." I moaned, pushing back against him, my boobs bouncing wildly. He reached around, fondling them roughly, squeezing as he fucked me deeper.

We went for what felt like hours. He'd pull out, make me suck his flaccid dick clean—soft and wrinkled, but still tasting of our mixed juices—and then he'd piss in my mouth. I loved that too, the warm, salty stream hitting my tongue as I swallowed greedily. "Drink it all, piss-slut," he'd say, and I'd do it, feeling degraded and aroused. Then he'd get hard again, his stamina defying his age, and fuck me in every position. Missionary on the floor, where he'd suck my boobs while slamming into me. Doggy on the bed, his hands bruising my hips. Even standing in the kitchen, bending me over the counter, his cock plunging deep as he bit my neck.

His cum is the best part—thick, salty, and warm, like liquid velvet. When he finally cums, it's explosive. He'd pin me down, thrusting wildly, and groan as he unloaded inside me. Rope after rope of hot, sticky jizz filling my pussy, overflowing and dripping down my thighs. "Take my load, whore. Breed that slutty hole." I'd cum too, my pussy clenching around him, milking every drop. Afterward, he'd make me clean him up, licking his softening cock, sucking out the remnants of cum and piss.

This has become my life—lying to my parents, sneaking over whenever I can, letting this old fuck machine use me. I love being his cumslut, addicted to his thick dick, his expert fingers, his endless stamina. He's turned me into a total whore, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I crave his touch, his smell, his cum. Every time I leave his house, my pussy aches for more, and I know I'll be back soon, begging for another round. He's my old man, my everything.