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My name is Angel and I am currently nineteen years old and I have a fetish for older men. The first time I had sex with an older man was when I was sixteen and since then I have stopped dating boys around my age.
Mr. Johnson was forty-two when our affair started. I always called him Mr. Johnson even though he said I could refer to him by his first name. I found it sexy and a turn-on to call him Mr. Johnson. Our affair lasted about six months and Mr. Johnson taught me so much. I learned a lot from Mr. Johnson during our kinky and often perverse affair, but the hardest lesson I learned was how it felt to have a broken heart. I made the mistake of falling in love with Mr. Johnson.
If I were writing this story when I was sixteen and before Mr. Johnson and I had our affair and when I just fantasized about him, it would be a love story. Our affair was not a love story. I did fall in love with the older man, but that was a mistake in many ways. He didn't love me, and I could lie and say he led me on or made promises he had no intention of keeping, but I won't. He was always honest with me.
To him, I was just a sixteen-year-old whore for him to use as his plaything and he used me like a whore. I allowed him to use me the way he did because I was in love with him and would have done anything he wanted me to do. Mr. Johnson knew I loved him and he took advantage of that. I not only allowed him to use me and treat me the way he did, but I loved it and it aroused me so much to be his whore. I discovered I enjoy being treated like a whore by older men and to help them satisfy their sexual perversions with a willing and eager younger girl.
They say the best place to start a story is at the beginning so we will start there. I was sixteen and close to the end of my sophomore year at the all-girl catholic high school I attended. I was not a virgin when Mr. Johnson first fucked me. I first had sex two days after my sixteenth birthday with my then seventeen-year-old boyfriend as well as I had hooked up with three other boys while I was dating my boyfriend, not at the same time, but on different occasions. Two were sixteen and the other was eighteen.
The two sixteen-year-old boys fucked me the same night but not at the same time. I was at a party one of my friends from high school wanted to but not alone, so she invited me to go with her. It was a party attended by kids from another school in the city unlike the one I attended, or my boyfriend went to.
I was sitting outside making out with the first boy and he suggested we find a room where we could be alone. We went to a bedroom, I gave him a blowjob and he fucked me. After that, he ignored me the rest of the night, which I really didn't mind at all.
About an hour later I was dancing with the second boy in the living room, we started making out, we went to his car and he fucked me. I found out later that he was the first boy’s best friend and his friend told him how he fucked me and he was sure I would be willing to fuck him as well.
The third boy I cheated on my boyfriend with was that summer at a three-week soccer camp that our coach made us attend. He was one of the instructors/counsellors. We had been flirting with each other and after the first week, we had sex in the equipment shed. We continued to have sex as much as we were able to for the remainder of my stay at the soccer camp.
My boyfriend never found out about the other boys and I never felt guilty about it. I loved sex!
I heard some of the other girls at school and some of my friends talk about their first time having sex and how it was not that great for them. It was not like that for me. The first time I had sex, I loved it and wanted more and as much as I could get. While the first time my boyfriend and I had sex didn't last long because he was a virgin also, I still had an orgasm. I discovered I would orgasm quickly and often during sex, sometimes more than once before the boy had an orgasm. Sex was great and so was giving blowjobs. I loved giving blowjobs and the taste of boys cum.
Mr. Johnson was the divorced father of one of the girls on our soccer team. I was on the team but didn't play much cause frankly, I sucked and I am not very athletic. I had developed a crush on Mr. Johnson.
I had crushes on older men before, more than I did boys my age. I don't have daddy issues and my father is a wonderful man and a great father, but it seemed I was always more attracted to much older men. I had crushes on one of my dad's friends, one of our neighbors, and even one of the priests at the Catholic Church we attended. But none of them were as strong as the crush I had on Mr. Johnson.
It was not so much his looks, although I found him attractive, he was not some super-hot older man. I developed a crush on him because of his personality.
Mr. Johnson never missed a home game to watch his daughter play and he was the dad that took the team out for pizza or burgers after the games. He was a nice man and had a great sense of humor. I did find him physically attractive as well.
He was a large man who stood about six foot, four inches tall but he was not fat. He was a large burly man who worked manual labor his entire life. I knew he currently worked at the Port Authority as a crane operator who would load and unload cargo from ships. As my crush on him deepened, I began to fantasize about him when I masturbated.
I would fantasize him taking my small body in his large arms and pulling me to him and I would stand on my toes as he leaned down and kissed me. I imagined his rough, calloused hands over my body and playing with my nipples, and then him putting his fingers in my wet pussy. He would whisper in my ear in his deep, bellowing voice how pretty and sexy I was as he entered my pussy with his penis. I would moan out from pleasure as he gently made love to me.
I would imagine me having an orgasm and Mr. Johnson holding me tight as I cum and being so kind and gentle with me. My crush on him got so bad that I started imagining Mr. Johnson telling me he loved me and I would sit in class and imagine us dating and even getting married. Yes silly I know, but what do you expect? I was a naive, silly, sixteen-year-old girl with a crush on an older man.
On a Saturday afternoon after our team had won the last game of the season, which would put us in the first round of the State Championship playoffs, our team captain Denise invited the team over to her father's house to spend the night to celebrate. Denise was the eighteen-year-old daughter of Mr. Johnson.
I normally didn't attend the teams spend-the-night parties because none of my teammates were who I would call friends. I am also an introverted person. I am not shy, just don't enjoy being around a large group of people. The team was surprised when I told them I would like to go as well. The only reason I wanted to go was to be around Mr. Johnson.
I won't go into detail about that night because it did not go as I had imagined it would. I had imagined I would sneak into Mr. Johnson's bedroom while the other girls were asleep and seduce him. I would give him a blowjob and he would make love to me and then we would start dating. That did not happen.
I had confidence in my looks I guess. I am very cute and I thought he would certainly want to have sex with me. I have a cute heart-shaped face, big brown eyes, and a cute body. While my breasts are only thirty-two A cup, they are cute and perky. My best feature, however, was my butt. I had an awesome ass.
I am not tall. I am five foot, four inches tall, and have long auburn hair that tends to be more red than brown in the summer due to the sun. I get my looks from my Irish mother.
My mother is from Ireland and when she was twenty, she met my dad who was stationed in Dublin, Ireland Embassy Duty while he was in the Marine Corps. They got married within three months of meeting each other. My mother moved to the US with him and got her citizenship and then I was born.
I won't go into a lot of details about what happened when I tried to get Mr. Johnson to make love to me the first time. I humiliated myself. I intended to flirt and make Mr. Johnson know I was interested in having sex with him. Then he would tell me to come to his bedroom when the other girls were asleep and we would make love. Remember, I was a silly, naive sixteen-year-old girl at that time of my life.
Mr. Johnson rejected me. I went and gathered my clothes, told the other girls I was not feeling well and drove home. On the way home I cried at the humiliation I felt. I was glad Mr. Johnson promised me he would not tell my father what I had done.
The next week I was still feeling embarrassed about what happened with Mr. Johnson. That was until Wednesday afternoon after soccer practice.
I was in my boyfriend's room and he was whining about wanting to fuck me and I kept telling him no. We settled on me giving him a blowjob. He was sitting on the edge of his bed and I was on my knees sucking his cock when my phone alerted me to a text message. Normally I would not have looked at my phone, but it was an excuse to stop sucking his penis.
The message was from Mr. Johnson. I did not recognize the number, but he told me who it was in the text. Mr. Johnson told me if I was still interested in what I started the past Saturday night, I was to meet him at Pulaski Square at four in the afternoon after school on Friday. He also told me to wear my school uniform.
We were only required to wear our plaid skirt and white button-down shirt uniform on Wednesdays when we had Mass at school. Other than that our dress code was khaki pants and a polo shirt with the school logo on it. Several girls such as me wore our uniforms more often. I liked it.
I was suddenly giddy with excitement and also turned on by the text and the prospect of Mr. Johnson making love to me. I dropped my phone to the floor, stood up, pulled down my shorts and panties, and pushed my boyfriend to lie on his back on the bed.
"I thought you didn't want to have sex," he reminded me as I pulled my shirt over my head and then removed my sports bra.
"Do you want to or not?" I asked him.
My boyfriend nodded and while I was still wearing my athletic shoes, I climbed on top of him. He tried to pull me down to kiss me, but I pushed his hands away. I then sat up and reached behind me, took his hard penis in my hand, and guided it to my pussy. I winced as I lowered myself onto him. It hurt a little at first because I was not that wet.
My pussy soon became wetter as I started moving up and down on his penis and I started moaning in pleasure.
"God, your pussy feels so good," my boyfriend told me.
"Don't talk and play with my nipples," I told him.
I didn't want to hear his voice because the sound of his voice would ruin my thoughts. As I fucked my boyfriend and he played with my nipples, I imagined I was on top of Mr. Johnson and riding his penis. Every time my boyfriend would say something, I would tell him to be quiet or I would stop.
I had my first orgasm after about three minutes, but that was not rare. I have always orgasmed quickly and often when I had sex or when I masturbated. It was easy to make me cum and cum more than once.
After my first orgasm, I started fucking my boyfriend harder. I put my feet flat on the bed next to his body and fucked him hard and fast until I had another orgasm. After my second orgasm ended, he grunted out he was going to cum.
I quickly got off of my boyfriend and put my mouth around his cock and started sucking him so he would cum in my mouth. He made a series of grunts and trusted his hips up and I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. I swallowed all of it.
After he was done, I got off the bed and got dressed and told him I had to leave since and lied to him and told him the text I had gotten was from my mother and she wanted me home.
The rest of the week, I was excited but also nervous about meeting Mr. Johnson. I was also aroused at the thought of him making love to me. I planned on making up some lie to my parents so I could spend the night with Mr. Johnson. I had never spent the night with my boyfriend. The thought of Mr. Johnson making love to me several times and then falling asleep in his arms gave me butterflies in my stomach. I had to force myself to refrain from masturbating the next two nights because I wanted to enjoy my night with him to the fullest.
Mr. Johnson was forty-two when our affair started. I always called him Mr. Johnson even though he said I could refer to him by his first name. I found it sexy and a turn-on to call him Mr. Johnson. Our affair lasted about six months and Mr. Johnson taught me so much. I learned a lot from Mr. Johnson during our kinky and often perverse affair, but the hardest lesson I learned was how it felt to have a broken heart. I made the mistake of falling in love with Mr. Johnson.
If I were writing this story when I was sixteen and before Mr. Johnson and I had our affair and when I just fantasized about him, it would be a love story. Our affair was not a love story. I did fall in love with the older man, but that was a mistake in many ways. He didn't love me, and I could lie and say he led me on or made promises he had no intention of keeping, but I won't. He was always honest with me.
To him, I was just a sixteen-year-old whore for him to use as his plaything and he used me like a whore. I allowed him to use me the way he did because I was in love with him and would have done anything he wanted me to do. Mr. Johnson knew I loved him and he took advantage of that. I not only allowed him to use me and treat me the way he did, but I loved it and it aroused me so much to be his whore. I discovered I enjoy being treated like a whore by older men and to help them satisfy their sexual perversions with a willing and eager younger girl.
They say the best place to start a story is at the beginning so we will start there. I was sixteen and close to the end of my sophomore year at the all-girl catholic high school I attended. I was not a virgin when Mr. Johnson first fucked me. I first had sex two days after my sixteenth birthday with my then seventeen-year-old boyfriend as well as I had hooked up with three other boys while I was dating my boyfriend, not at the same time, but on different occasions. Two were sixteen and the other was eighteen.
The two sixteen-year-old boys fucked me the same night but not at the same time. I was at a party one of my friends from high school wanted to but not alone, so she invited me to go with her. It was a party attended by kids from another school in the city unlike the one I attended, or my boyfriend went to.
I was sitting outside making out with the first boy and he suggested we find a room where we could be alone. We went to a bedroom, I gave him a blowjob and he fucked me. After that, he ignored me the rest of the night, which I really didn't mind at all.
About an hour later I was dancing with the second boy in the living room, we started making out, we went to his car and he fucked me. I found out later that he was the first boy’s best friend and his friend told him how he fucked me and he was sure I would be willing to fuck him as well.
The third boy I cheated on my boyfriend with was that summer at a three-week soccer camp that our coach made us attend. He was one of the instructors/counsellors. We had been flirting with each other and after the first week, we had sex in the equipment shed. We continued to have sex as much as we were able to for the remainder of my stay at the soccer camp.
My boyfriend never found out about the other boys and I never felt guilty about it. I loved sex!
I heard some of the other girls at school and some of my friends talk about their first time having sex and how it was not that great for them. It was not like that for me. The first time I had sex, I loved it and wanted more and as much as I could get. While the first time my boyfriend and I had sex didn't last long because he was a virgin also, I still had an orgasm. I discovered I would orgasm quickly and often during sex, sometimes more than once before the boy had an orgasm. Sex was great and so was giving blowjobs. I loved giving blowjobs and the taste of boys cum.
Mr. Johnson was the divorced father of one of the girls on our soccer team. I was on the team but didn't play much cause frankly, I sucked and I am not very athletic. I had developed a crush on Mr. Johnson.
I had crushes on older men before, more than I did boys my age. I don't have daddy issues and my father is a wonderful man and a great father, but it seemed I was always more attracted to much older men. I had crushes on one of my dad's friends, one of our neighbors, and even one of the priests at the Catholic Church we attended. But none of them were as strong as the crush I had on Mr. Johnson.
It was not so much his looks, although I found him attractive, he was not some super-hot older man. I developed a crush on him because of his personality.
Mr. Johnson never missed a home game to watch his daughter play and he was the dad that took the team out for pizza or burgers after the games. He was a nice man and had a great sense of humor. I did find him physically attractive as well.
He was a large man who stood about six foot, four inches tall but he was not fat. He was a large burly man who worked manual labor his entire life. I knew he currently worked at the Port Authority as a crane operator who would load and unload cargo from ships. As my crush on him deepened, I began to fantasize about him when I masturbated.
I would fantasize him taking my small body in his large arms and pulling me to him and I would stand on my toes as he leaned down and kissed me. I imagined his rough, calloused hands over my body and playing with my nipples, and then him putting his fingers in my wet pussy. He would whisper in my ear in his deep, bellowing voice how pretty and sexy I was as he entered my pussy with his penis. I would moan out from pleasure as he gently made love to me.
I would imagine me having an orgasm and Mr. Johnson holding me tight as I cum and being so kind and gentle with me. My crush on him got so bad that I started imagining Mr. Johnson telling me he loved me and I would sit in class and imagine us dating and even getting married. Yes silly I know, but what do you expect? I was a naive, silly, sixteen-year-old girl with a crush on an older man.
On a Saturday afternoon after our team had won the last game of the season, which would put us in the first round of the State Championship playoffs, our team captain Denise invited the team over to her father's house to spend the night to celebrate. Denise was the eighteen-year-old daughter of Mr. Johnson.
I normally didn't attend the teams spend-the-night parties because none of my teammates were who I would call friends. I am also an introverted person. I am not shy, just don't enjoy being around a large group of people. The team was surprised when I told them I would like to go as well. The only reason I wanted to go was to be around Mr. Johnson.
I won't go into detail about that night because it did not go as I had imagined it would. I had imagined I would sneak into Mr. Johnson's bedroom while the other girls were asleep and seduce him. I would give him a blowjob and he would make love to me and then we would start dating. That did not happen.
I had confidence in my looks I guess. I am very cute and I thought he would certainly want to have sex with me. I have a cute heart-shaped face, big brown eyes, and a cute body. While my breasts are only thirty-two A cup, they are cute and perky. My best feature, however, was my butt. I had an awesome ass.
I am not tall. I am five foot, four inches tall, and have long auburn hair that tends to be more red than brown in the summer due to the sun. I get my looks from my Irish mother.
My mother is from Ireland and when she was twenty, she met my dad who was stationed in Dublin, Ireland Embassy Duty while he was in the Marine Corps. They got married within three months of meeting each other. My mother moved to the US with him and got her citizenship and then I was born.
I won't go into a lot of details about what happened when I tried to get Mr. Johnson to make love to me the first time. I humiliated myself. I intended to flirt and make Mr. Johnson know I was interested in having sex with him. Then he would tell me to come to his bedroom when the other girls were asleep and we would make love. Remember, I was a silly, naive sixteen-year-old girl at that time of my life.
Mr. Johnson rejected me. I went and gathered my clothes, told the other girls I was not feeling well and drove home. On the way home I cried at the humiliation I felt. I was glad Mr. Johnson promised me he would not tell my father what I had done.
The next week I was still feeling embarrassed about what happened with Mr. Johnson. That was until Wednesday afternoon after soccer practice.
I was in my boyfriend's room and he was whining about wanting to fuck me and I kept telling him no. We settled on me giving him a blowjob. He was sitting on the edge of his bed and I was on my knees sucking his cock when my phone alerted me to a text message. Normally I would not have looked at my phone, but it was an excuse to stop sucking his penis.
The message was from Mr. Johnson. I did not recognize the number, but he told me who it was in the text. Mr. Johnson told me if I was still interested in what I started the past Saturday night, I was to meet him at Pulaski Square at four in the afternoon after school on Friday. He also told me to wear my school uniform.
We were only required to wear our plaid skirt and white button-down shirt uniform on Wednesdays when we had Mass at school. Other than that our dress code was khaki pants and a polo shirt with the school logo on it. Several girls such as me wore our uniforms more often. I liked it.
I was suddenly giddy with excitement and also turned on by the text and the prospect of Mr. Johnson making love to me. I dropped my phone to the floor, stood up, pulled down my shorts and panties, and pushed my boyfriend to lie on his back on the bed.
"I thought you didn't want to have sex," he reminded me as I pulled my shirt over my head and then removed my sports bra.
"Do you want to or not?" I asked him.
My boyfriend nodded and while I was still wearing my athletic shoes, I climbed on top of him. He tried to pull me down to kiss me, but I pushed his hands away. I then sat up and reached behind me, took his hard penis in my hand, and guided it to my pussy. I winced as I lowered myself onto him. It hurt a little at first because I was not that wet.
My pussy soon became wetter as I started moving up and down on his penis and I started moaning in pleasure.
"God, your pussy feels so good," my boyfriend told me.
"Don't talk and play with my nipples," I told him.
I didn't want to hear his voice because the sound of his voice would ruin my thoughts. As I fucked my boyfriend and he played with my nipples, I imagined I was on top of Mr. Johnson and riding his penis. Every time my boyfriend would say something, I would tell him to be quiet or I would stop.
I had my first orgasm after about three minutes, but that was not rare. I have always orgasmed quickly and often when I had sex or when I masturbated. It was easy to make me cum and cum more than once.
After my first orgasm, I started fucking my boyfriend harder. I put my feet flat on the bed next to his body and fucked him hard and fast until I had another orgasm. After my second orgasm ended, he grunted out he was going to cum.
I quickly got off of my boyfriend and put my mouth around his cock and started sucking him so he would cum in my mouth. He made a series of grunts and trusted his hips up and I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. I swallowed all of it.
After he was done, I got off the bed and got dressed and told him I had to leave since and lied to him and told him the text I had gotten was from my mother and she wanted me home.
The rest of the week, I was excited but also nervous about meeting Mr. Johnson. I was also aroused at the thought of him making love to me. I planned on making up some lie to my parents so I could spend the night with Mr. Johnson. I had never spent the night with my boyfriend. The thought of Mr. Johnson making love to me several times and then falling asleep in his arms gave me butterflies in my stomach. I had to force myself to refrain from masturbating the next two nights because I wanted to enjoy my night with him to the fullest.
