Old Man

Bucket list series are stories about a 25-year-old girl seeking sexual gratification from different types of people in her list.

About me:

My name is Rasika and I live in Delhi with my parents and my father's older brother, his wife and their son Lakshay.

Stats: 34C - 28 - 36

Color: Wheatish

Height 5 ft 3'

The story starts during my college days. I used to go to study economics at my best friend Kajal's house every Thursday and Friday. I used to be at her house for 3-4 hours so I knew all her neighbors. One of the neighbors was Mr. Sharma. He was 62 years old; he was bald and had a pot belly. Basically, he looked like every 90s villain who would rape girls. His wife had died 8 years ago. He acted decent, but would stare at Kajal and I every time we would bump into him. He would try to make small talk with us so he could stare at our cleavage and tits. One day i was wearing a tight-fitting kurta and he started complimenting me. I was a bit embarrassed but I also enjoyed the attention. I purposefully joined my hands in Namaste position which pushed my tits together so he could see my deep cleavage. I could literally see his eyes bulging outward. I told this to Kajal and we laughed our ass off. It was a running joke that he doesn't recognize us by face, just our tits lol.

One Friday Kajal didn't come to college, so I decided to go to her house and check up on her and also study Eco. I rang her doorbell but nobody opened the door. So, I knocked and then banged the door a couple of times. Hearing this, Mr. Sharma opened his door. He asked me why I'm banging the door so loudly and that I had ruined his sleep. I apologized and told him that Kajal wasn't opening the door. He smiled, looked at my tits and told me that they're out and will return tomorrow afternoon, but Kajal had left me some notes. I was a bit suspicious that Kajal would leave notes with him, but i wanted to see how far he'd go. I knew karate so I could easily beat him if he tried something.

I entered his flat and I felt his palm brush against my ass. I looked at him and he said ''sorry''. I was surprised that he was so bold so outright. He asked me if I'd like some water and I told him to get me the cold-water bottle. While giving me the bottle he purposely held my finger for 5 seconds. I knew his intentions clearly now and decided to tease him a bit. I asked him for the notes Kajal had left for me and he pretended to look for them in a nearby table. I drank the water and ''accidentally'' spilled half the water all over my top. I was wearing a light-yellow top with a white bra, so the moment it got wet you could see the outline if my areolas.

He and I both knew that there were no notes so he came towards me and took his shirt off. I saw his grey-haired chest. He started wiping my chest and putting pressure on my tits. The cold water and his hands roaming on my tits made my nipples rock hard. He threw his shirt and took off my top. I could see that he was desperate and was rushing. He kissed me hard and stuck his tongue down my throat simultaneously removing my bra. He mauled my boobs mercilessly and told me that it's been 8 years since he's touched another woman. My boobs were paining but I was enjoying the sensation. He took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked it. I moaned because it was so sudden. It was a surge of pleasure after the pain. He did the same to my other nipple and bit it. I wasn't expecting that either and screamed in agony. He laughed and told me that pain and pleasure are the two sides of the same coin. He choked my neck and gave me another deep kiss. I had surrendered at that point and just focused on my bodily sensations. I was so turned on to be a plaything of this dirty old man. It was actually in my bucket list to fuck an old man.

He released the grip and told me to get up. I knew that he was going to ask me to blow him but to my surprise he kissed me on my neck, earlobes, chin, lips, cleavage and around my tits. He gently teased both my nipples and sucked on them like a baby. He rotated one finger in my navel. I was so wet; the sensation was like nothing I had felt before. That's when I opened my eyes and saw him up close. He was 80% bald and his skin was loose. He had stubby fingers and some religious rings on them. His eyes were grey due to old age and his moustache was thick. I loved men with thick moustaches because they create this ticklish sensation when it contacts your skin. All these things were going on in my head and I didn't even realize that he had pulled down my pants. I got out of my pants and pulled his dhoti down. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I saw his cock. It was hidden under his pot belly. I kneeled and took his small cock in my palm. I looked into his eyes and started sucking on it. I sucked, licked, sucked, licked, rolled my tongue on the tip, blew a little air under the tip and again sucked hard. I think it was a lot so he pushed my head back. He told me that he didn't want to ejaculate so soon and focused on me instead.

He knead my tits and pulled my nipples. He pulled them and walked me toward the wet sofa. He made sit on it and told me to spread my legs. I was a bit nervous now. I mean i wanted him to fuck me but it was too real. He sensed my hesitation and told me to close my eyes and just focus on his fingertips. He roamed his hands all over my semi-nude body. I was getting goosebumps. When he reached near my inner thighs, my cunt just twitched because I knew what was coming next. My throat became dry and the anticipation was building up. He slowly spread my legs even wider and just ran his thumb over my navy-blue underwear. There was a huge wet spot so I just opened my eyes and saw him. I bit my lip, inviting him to explore further. He made circles over the panties and I moaned. He slid my underwear to the right and smelled my cunt. I could feel his moustache hair on my wet cunt, I'm sure some cum stuck on his moustache. He gave me an animalistic look It was so hot and scary at the same time; I was sooooooooo wet.

It was as if he had gone savage once he smelled and tasted my cunt. He came up, kissed me and bit my lower lips. He moved below and bit both my nipples and sucked them. He slapped my left boob hard. I gasped. He was so gentle a few moments ago, something changed all of a sudden. He pressed my tits, slid his precum on my tits, rubbed it till my navel and slid his tongue inside my navel. My whole stomach was twisting. The pleasure was insane. He moved lower and directly started licking my clit. I pushed him back. I couldn't deal with the intense sensation. He held my calves firmly and started to lick my clit again, this time more harder and wetter with his spit. I screamed and moaned so loudly that if Kajal was home, she would've heard me. I positioned myself to the right and HE HIT THE SPOT.

He was a bit sloppy at first but once he got the rhythm right, I was in heaven! I was grinding my cunt in his mouth; I've always wanted to mouth-fuck someone. I was so close to cumming. I think my head was going to explode! He stopped, turned me and started inserting his cock from behind. I held on to the side of the sofa. He slapped my ass and started fucking me like a mad animal. It only lasted for about a minute or so, he pulled out and came all over my ass and thighs. It was a bit disappointing, but I couldn't do anything. So I kissed him and told me to finger me. He obliged, he was simultaneously sucking my tits and fingering me. I finally came HARD all over his fingers.

Once it was over, I felt a little embarrassed as he was my father's age. But I enjoyed the foreplay, so it was alright. I quickly wore my clothes and was leaving. He told me ''we should do this again.'' I nodded, but deep down I knew I probably won't see him again.

That was it. I never went to Kajal's house every week, just once in a while and I never saw Mr. Sharma again. A few years later I got to know that he had successfully seduced Kajal as well. WHAT A DIRTY OLD DOG! LOL.