To Irina, I’m a vileness player. I have flirted shamelessly with her, often commenting on her clothes and expressing my desire to see fewer of them. A 55 year old divorcee, to her exasperation, I exercised a different kind of influence on Irina’s female friends. They found me irresistible — my wayward behavior, my powerful influence, my disheveled half-undone shirts, my overconfident drawl, my unabashed flirtation and my chilsed rugged face with its salt and pepper beard. She merely found me too lazy to groom myself properly, and dreaded working with me, she is sure, I will be desiring her endlessly throughout our trip. But Irina had to grudgingly agreed that I’m brilliant. My photography has won me many accolades, and despite her disapproval of me, She is in awe of my technical skill. Despite herself, she never dropped out of photography class. Resentfully, she consented to joining me on this trip to Canada, and packed her bags and left for Nicolet Bird Sanctuary with me, she so despised me. I begin at the airport itself, admiring Irina’s modest clothes, she is 21 years old with hot sexy curves. She scowled and replied ” Well at least one of us has to look presentable to our hosts, and you’re clearly not interested in that activity.”

The following two days are excruciating for Irina — I stared at her lewdly, passed inappropriate remarks and made overt innuendos. At night I’d offer her to sleep with me. I’m straight out of a romance novel — an overconfident playboy. But at the end of the day when we reviewed our work, she would find herself praising my photographs. For my part, I would also drop my misdemeanor and speak with a true passion. While heading back from the woods, Irina and I took a stop at a small tea stall to have a quick bite. Irina is dressed in jungle attire — khaki shorts and a photographer’s jacket, her body glistening in sweat. She is worried about me ogling her, but then she figured I’d ogle her even if she wore ten sweaters, and never bothered. However, she did forget the effect her womanliness had on other men. No sooner had she had a glass of water when a guy on bike drew up close to her, pinched her butt and wolf whistled, calling out to her ‘Want some man cream to drink as well? It’ll satiate any thirst you have my pretty.’ I got up and confronted the man, I had some words with him, and he got on his bike and left. Irina nodded and went back to our jeep. We drove back to our resort in silence and returned to our rooms for a little rest before dinner. Irina decided to take a bath, and as she lay soaking in the tub, her thoughts returned to the tea side brawl. My anger and strength had surprised her. She’d never had a man defending her, and that alone gave her an odd sense of thrill. She recalled me punching the guy, my arms flexing with each blow, my torn shirt revealing my hairy chest, covered in gray hair. She recalled my rugged face with my salt and pepper beard and messy, cropped hair. She can hear me abusing in my deep voice, the veins flashing on my neck and arms, my body covered in mud and sweat.

To her surprise, she felt herself getting moist. She couldn’t believe it herself, but I was actually turning her on. With all my crass behavior and unruly thug fights is making her feel hot and horny, and all because I had defended her pride. She got up from the tub and decided to take a shower in the open-air cubicle, to douse her passions. But, to no avail, she found herself playing with the handheld shower head, directing the jet of water to her folds. The trickling of water on her clitoris is weakening her and she trembled as waves of pleasure built up inside of her. Her other hand furiously worked her pussy, slipping a finger inside and rubbing her to greater pleasure. As she lost control, she started moaning, incoherently screaming ” Joooohnnnnnn…. oooooohhhhhh…. fuckkkkk me….. you thug…. maul meeee withhhh your hands….. fuckkkkk meeeee….” Within a minute, she had collapsed to the floor as a violent orgasm shook her while the warm shower continued to drip all over her body. Gathering herself, she slowly walked back to her room, her pussy still moist, and looked at herself in the mirror. She had a hot curvey physique, an ex-boyfriend had even asked her ‘Don’t you turn yourself on?’ and in all honesty, she did. She is built like an amazon — tall and slender, but with full breasts and a shapely ass. Her face is round with luscious lips and black, eyes. Her dark hair is long and added to her sexuality — to her it exemplified her sense of liberation.

She spent several minutes looking at herself and remembering my comments. She looked at the ass that I thought was exceptionally firm and shapely. Breasts which were like succulent small melons. Her gorgeous face. Her sinuous, curvy legs. The feeling of pleasure returned within her as she visualized me there with her, admiring her naked body, and she decided that there was no point in dressing up. She got to bed and fingered herself to another orgasm. When consciousness came back to her, she lay in shock. She had masturbated to the thoughts of me — the man she despised. She tries to push out thoughts of my attractiveness by telling herself I was a dirty old man even if I did impress her by beating up that pervert. But dirty thoughts of me in my torn shirt with my animal magnetism came floating into her head. A knock on the door broke her reverie. ” Hey Irina… Its dinner time,” but she wanted to talk before we went to the clubhouse. Irina cursed herself and shouted ” In a minute!” and quickly threw on a skimpy t-shirt and shorts and ran to open the door. The sight made her break a sweat. I’m in a clean shirt, it is tight and did nothing to hide my hairy chest. My shorts are loose and lanky, and I wore flip flops. My arms, big as ever led down to hands tucked in my pockets. The chiseled, rugged face had a bandage on the forehead, a souvenir from the day’s scuffle. She almost forgot to let me in.

” I came to apologize for my behavior. Today’s and past. I know I behave like a crude idiot with you and give you hell with my perverted speech. I’m sorry.” ” Its alright… I was mean to you too… after all you got into a fight for my sake, and I must be thankful for that.” Involuntarily, she reached out and rubbed my arm, feeling the solid muscle beneath. Then realizing what she is doing, she quickly pulled her arm back and offered to go for dinner. I stared at her and opened my mouth, then closed it again. ” What?” ” Nothing… Just that you look… good in this… and I’m afraid someone else will think the same and I’ll get into another fight.” Irina blushed and ran inside to get a jacket. Dinner was an enjoyable affair. On my best behavior, I turned out to be a very engaging conversationalist, and well traveled. Irina is intrigued, I’m determined to make up for his behavior and Irina found herself even more attracted to me now that my etiquette was mature. We toasted to each other with glasses of wine and leisurely walked back to our rooms. All the while Irina fought her raging desire to be as close as possible to me. On the verge of asking me to her room, she fought a battle in her mind. At her door, I simply said good night and turned and walked off to my room. Disappointed but relieved, Irina turned the knob and went in. Soon she begins to repent her silence — her burning pussy desperately craving for me.

Five minutes later, there is a knock on the door. Irina, all excited, ran to open it, but only to find the hotel staff holding up a wallet. I had apparently left it in the restaurant and the staff exchanged our rooms in his head. Irina took it from his hands and said that she’d go give it to me herself. The staff excused himself with a thanks, glad to be rid of his duty. Irina went back inside and checked herself out in the mirror. There is no turning back. She is liberated in her sexual views and had decided that she wanted me, then and there. She changed into a negligee that left little to the imagination, and peered outside her door. The resort is still up and busy, and she can’t risk traipsing around in skimpy nightwear. She then thought of her garden. She can easily jump the low fence and sneak into my cottage. She performed her stealth act with ease, but the cold of the night had its effect on her — she has goosebumps, she grew cold and her nipples hardened, tugging at the bust line of her negligee. She quietly entered my garden and seen that my room lights were on. While she is peering through the windows, she hears a creak and quickly hid behind some bushes. I stepped out to take a shower in my outdoor cubicle. I’m wearing only a towel, my back flexed in all its might. At the door of the shower, I took the towel off, revealing my ass and entered. I left the door open as I bathed in the warm water.

To her surprise, I’m stroking my cock. I lean back on the shower wall and stroke my hardening shaft. Irina seen me take it into my hands and stroke it with increasing pace. As she looked on in wonder, she has never watched a man masturbate before and certainly not a 55 year old man. She watched my penis attain its full size and my muscles flexed as I work myself to low groans. She can’t decipher what I’m saying, but the vision before her, turned her on and she found herself reaching for her pussy for the third time that day. We both worked ourselves up to climax — Irina’s rustling in the bushes cannot be heard over the sounds of the shower just as my groans remained loud. Finally with an animal roar, I shouted out ” IRINA!” and came profusely, squirting my fluid on the walls of the cubicle. The sight and the sound of her name from me startled her, as she approached her own climax. She begins to lose consciousness, moaning and groaning, her pussy clenching in wave after wave of pleasure while her back arched and her free hand mauled her breasts. In all the pleasure, she never hears the shower knobs getting turned off, and a quick set of steps across the wooden deck. When she opened her eyes, I’m standing in front of her, stark naked, my hard monster cock dangling shamelessly. Irina has an embarrassed look on her face — she wants to seduce me, but this is not the way she planned it. The fingers of her right hand are still in her moist pussy when her orgasm finally subsided and she stammered ” I’m s-s-so sorr-r-ry!”

I gave her an odd look. Irina realized that the buttons of her negligee had opened, leaving her even more exposed. Without a word, I lean down and lift her up in my arms, crushing her body against my hairy chest and carried her inside the cottage. Irina can’t believe her luck. She inhaled my scent and let her hands play with the hairs on my chest. She liked hairy men and thought they looked so much more rugged than the metrosexual jerks who asked her out so often. I set her down on the bed and start taking her negligee off. In a minute, both are naked, I finally broke my silence. ” I’m usually a well-behaved bastard except when I’m teaching!” ” No… I like you unruly and mean, but I never realized it. I fingered myself three times today thinking of you. Of having a 55 year old man fucking me and all because of the way you pummelled that bastard at the tea-stall today.” I laughed, ” So this 21 year old woman likes a older bad man?” Irina nodded. Her passions are rising again. ” You bet I do. Hot older bad men like yourself. Who make me go weak in the knees with their strength and ruggedness. Take me now! Make me your whore! I can’t bear another night of finger fucking!” ” Why you horny little bitch!” With that I laid down on top of her, entwining my massive frame around her supple skin. We kiss relentlessly while my hands maul her breasts and ass. Fingers rolling around her nipples, while the other hand slowly traced her folds. Her hands ran with complete abandonment, feeling up every inch of my torso and grabbing hold of my hard cock. She hungrily held onto my tongue in her mouth. Our kiss is explosive, our bodies mashed against each other. We were both melting.

Breaking away, Irina straddled and looked me in the eye ” I never have been with a older man before. I smiled and got up in a swift motion. I kissed her again and said ” Go ahead. If you’re a good little girl, you’ll get a chocolate filled with extra cream. But I’d like some sweet pussy juice myself.” Without warning, I lifted her by the waist, and laid her down by my side. Then, getting up, I quickly lay upside down and call out to her, ” How about item number 69 from the menu of horny fucks?” then started licking her pussy. My tongue working up her clitoris while my fingers entered her pussy and begin an intensive round of finger fucking. But my fingers are fat and stronger as my tongue absolutely pleasured her. The pleasure drove her wild, and made her gag on my cock. My cock smelled of me, a musky smell that she cannot resist. She didn’t like sucking cock, but this one is too overpowering. It tasted of me and she wanted every all of me. Her lips pulls the foreskin back while her tongue tickles the tip. She slowly begins sliding her mouth along the length of the shaft, gagging at the end but never stopping. Meanwhile I’m demolishing her pussy, reducing her to mush. Her tongue is giving me goosebumps and I feel myself arching in pleasure. My fingers increase their thrusting while my tongue lost all sense of strategy and wildly lashed her engorged clitoris. My stubble poked into the smooth skin of her inner thigh, adding to her pleasure. She feels a warm liquid sensation from my tongue — Irina is on the verge of another orgasm.

Without warning she starts convulsing, clamping my face with her thighs and releasing her cunt juice onto my hungry face. She is surprised –it isn’t a clitoral orgasm –it is a vaginal one, one that she has never had before. The sheer animal lust of the night has driven her over the edge. No sooner had the thought struck her when her clitoris gave way and she floated into the world of ecstasy, completely oblivious to the throbbing cock in her mouth, shooting my seed into her depths. Involuntarily, she sucks harder, drying me of every drop of cum and making me roar like a tiger. It is a few minutes before she floated back to earth, and I had already started playing with her breasts. My tongue working its magic there too while her overworked pussy starts to recuperate from the massive double orgasm she’d had. I’m gentle now, my tongue playing naughtily with her nipples, biting, twirling and licking in succession. She feels herself warming up again and grabbed my hair. The hardness poking her legs told her that I’m warming up myself. I continue to use my tongue to drive her wild, till she can’t take anymore. She grabs me by the hair, pulling my face up and kissed me deeply, letting our tongues battle violently. On breaking apart she whimpers, ” Please.” ” Please what?” ” uhhhhh.” ” Say it you bitch!” ” Fu….ck…. me.” ” Louder! Shout it out! Let the whole world know we’re having the most amazing sex ever!” ” FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD LIKE A BITCH IN THE HEAT! PUMMEL ME WITH YOUR MONSTER COCK! MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!” ” Thats like a good girl… get ready for some dick babe!”

I held her legs open and slowly rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy. I took out a condom from under the pillow. She held my hand and told me to throw it away. ” Dont bother… I want to feel your seed in me… I’m on the pill anyway… and I’m clean…I want to feel you bareback in me.” In response I rub my cock head along her folds, making her shudder. The moist pussy juice mingling with my pre-cum as I push my head inside her, making her let out a soft scream. I slowly pull back then push in a little deeper with each stroke. Each stroke sent her higher into escasty, and her pussy walls clamping down on my cock, grabbing it like a vise as I slide out to give deeper and harder strokes. She thrashed and squirmed beneath me, bucking up in terror as she feels my warm lips pressing against the side of her neck, gently nuzzling and sucking on her tender skin. She thought; ‘this was a mistake,’ as my broad chest pressed against her small breasts. She struggled furiously, her head thrashing back and forth, as I continued sucking and slobbering on her neck,

Each stroke pushing Irina deeper into senseless pleasure. She arches her back and wraps herself around me while I thrust in and out at a steady pace, grunting each time I pushed deeper into her. A new fire is raging in her pussy, threatening to engulf her. The pace and precision of my strokes is pushing her to an orgasm, while my own steady grunting indicated that I’m close to one. She feels my body tighten a bit too quickly and looked pleadingly into my eyes. I stop and kiss her and pull out of her. Irina is in shock her pussy gripping me as I slid out, and she is begging me to put my cock back into her. I spread her legs and push in, slamming my entire length into her and hearing my balls slap against her crotch. At the same time I grabbed her head an propped her up. Sucking and slobbering on her neck, my knees between her legs, holding them apart. She is moaning in humiliation as my lips move to her ear, my hands pinning her struggling form for the moment. ” You’re a hot little cunt,” I whispered into her ear, her body flushing with shame, ” Hot little cunts need fucking.” She cringes feeling my cock buried deep inside her. Blackness engulfed her vision as she feels my battering cock head, the pain filling every corner of her body and mind. Her virginal blood slicked my entry as I filled her to the balls with my throbbing manhood, her body stiff in agony, her body feeling like it is being torn apart.

I begin brutally thrusting into her, whispering in her ear, ” Oh yes, baby, nice and tight. Fuck yes. Good cunt,” while licking and sucking on her neck. Ten minutes, which seemed like hours passed as I rode her, slamming her slender hips and buttocks painfully into the bed with each downward thrust, and the pain gradually lessened to be replaced by strange feeling of fullness. She barely registered this change, though, weeping as she was humiliated. I froze on top of her and moaned, and she feels my seed fill her belly, coating the inside of her vagina, bringing a cool relief to her tortured young flesh. I rolled off of her and she tried to get up.