A visit to old man Stark

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh". The bed creaked beneath them. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my Fauvette". Lisa adjusted so that she was sitting higher on Mr. Stark's hip. She pulled her bare feet up onto his thighs, feeling stray hairs under the soles of her feet, and continued to ride his cock at the pace of his choosing. The hands around her hips held tight as the older gentleman picked up the pace, penetrating her deeper with every thrust.

"You're so tight, my little bird," he whispered in her ear as she bounced up and down on his lap. She leaned back, leaning her head against his shoulder and biting her lip. One of his hands cupped her breasts, played with them as he fucked her deeply.

"Ahh-ahh, Mr. Stark," Lisa moaned. "F-fuck me hard… like that... Keep going!"

The beard tickled her as he kissed her neck and neck. The hand slid down from her breast and reached her pussy. With two fingers, the aging soldier began massaging her pink pearl, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"I... am close... please sir, please allow… me to cum..." The rule was still that she could not orgasm without permission from her master, but the Great Farmer had made an exception for Mr. Stark. The older gentleman didn't know, but unless he specifically told her to, she wasn't allowed to orgasm. And he didn't seem to hear her plea as he kept thrusting and playing with her sensitive clit.

"Please allow me to c-cum, Mr. Stark!" she moaned as she felt the cock stretch her relatively untested vagina. It had only been a week since Mr Karlsson took her virginity. During that week he had fucked her every night, but not always deeply or for long. Sometimes just to tease her for a few seconds before moving on to Sara or his wife. But a few times, the strong man had completely given in, taking her hard until the cock convulsed in her pussy or over her buttocks or stomach. After those rare occasions, Lisa had been left gasping for air in bed, her hair a mess over the sweaty face while Sara cleaned her with her hungry tongue.

Mr. Stark continued to massage her pussy while moving his cock. Her red painted toes curled over his thigh as she fought the orgasm that threatened to break free. "Please, Mr. Stark. Tell your little bird to cum. I'm your slut, your obedient whore, let me cum over your cock!"

"Oh, Fauvette," he whispered. "Sure you can, sweetie."

"You…" She struggled to get the words out as she rode his cock. "you have to… have to say it. Tell… that I can cum."

"You get to cum, my Fauvette… Cum for me, my little bird!”

She threw her head back as the spasms rolled through her naked body. Her hungry, smooth shaven little cunt squeezed the cock, milking it as it rammed back and forth inside her. She felt Mr. Stark himself about to reach the edge, his movements becoming stiffer, his cock staying longer and longer inside her. When he let out a loud "Oh!" she slid off his cock, knelt in front of him and embraced the excited member with her warm lips, moving down the shaft until the glans pushed past the barrier and lodged itself firmly down to her neck. A second later, she closed her eyes as her bulging throat was filled with his sticky seed. The first time he had emptied his sack for her, the week before, she had been shocked at how much cum this old former soldier could release to the world. She had blamed his loneliness and the fact that he couldn't get many opportunities to empty himself these days.

She had been wrong.

Lisa fought the tears and struggled to swallow the cum that invaded her throat, but there was no stopping the cascade. The white seed ran down her chin, dripping onto her breasts and thighs which she strategically placed under her mouth. She pulled the cock out to catch her breath, aiming the jets at her large breasts before swallowing it again, catching the remaining loads with her mouth. When the cock finally softened, she gently sucked the glans clean before using her fingers to scoop up the sperm from her breasts.

She met Mr. Stark's eyes as she played with his seed with her fingers. She passed it from hand to hand, raised it over her head, and let the long strings drip onto her outstretched tongue.

"Mmm," she said as she swallowed. She returned down with her fingers to scoop up more of his salty seed.

"Oh, Fauvette. I can get a towel," said Mr. Stark, but his attention was fixed on her sticky fingers.

"Why, Mr. Stark?" Lisa asked innocently before letting another string drip into her mouth. "I wouldn’t dream of letting your precious seed go to waste." It took her another minute before she managed to clean herself of Mr. Stark's cum. Once finished, she smiled and climbed onto the bed, putting her naked thighs on each side of the panting old man, straddling him gently with her young, naked body. She laid her cheek tenderly against his chest and felt a hand stroke her golden blonde locks.

"You are wonderful, Fauvette," said Mr. Stark. "You give an old man so much pleasure."

"I’m glad I can be of service," said Lisa with a little smile. Ever since she got to know him, her only wish had been to cure his loneliness. Give the sweet old man something to look forward to. So every day she accompanied him into the woods, making small talk and letting him tell her about his life. And once they were deep enough in the woods, she dropped her dress and pleasured him with her lips and hand until he filled her mouth with his fingers hooked around her hair.

However, this was the first time she had visited his home. The Great Farmer had given her permission to fuck him one day a week and she hoped this could become a new tradition.

"This was wonderful, my little bird," said Mr. Stark as she lay across his chest. "I hope you can return some day."

"I will," said Lisa. "I love making you cum, Mr. Stark."

"What have I done to deserve you?"

Lisa smiled at him. Then she sighed and stood up. "Unfortunately, I have to go now." She kissed him. "Mr. Karlsson has guests visiting this weekend and there is a lot to prepare."

"I hope he doesn't overwork you, Fauvette?"

"Not more than I can take," Lisa said smiling. "Unlike what you give me with your… sword." She kissed him again and started dressing. As she said, there was a lot to prepare for the weekend. The Master’s plans were elaborate… enough so to make her body tingle in a satisfying mixture of nerves and anticipation.

She hadn’t walked this new path of hers for more than a few weeks, but this evening she would be traveling quite the distance further."Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh". The bed creaked beneath them. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my Fauvette". Lisa adjusted so that she was sitting higher on Mr. Stark's hip. She pulled her bare feet up onto his thighs, feeling stray hairs under the soles of her feet, and continued to ride his cock at the pace of his choosing. The hands around her hips held tight as the older gentleman picked up the pace, penetrating her deeper with every thrust.

"You're so tight, my little bird," he whispered in her ear as she bounced up and down on his lap. She leaned back, leaning her head against his shoulder and biting her lip. One of his hands cupped her breasts, played with them as he fucked her deeply.

"Ahh-ahh, Mr. Stark," Lisa moaned. "F-fuck me hard… like that... Keep going!"

The beard tickled her as he kissed her neck and neck. The hand slid down from her breast and reached her pussy. With two fingers, the aging soldier began massaging her pink pearl, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"I... am close... please sir, please allow… me to cum..." The rule was still that she could not orgasm without permission from her master, but the Great Farmer had made an exception for Mr. Stark. The older gentleman didn't know, but unless he specifically told her to, she wasn't allowed to orgasm. And he didn't seem to hear her plea as he kept thrusting and playing with her sensitive clit.

"Please allow me to c-cum, Mr. Stark!" she moaned as she felt the cock stretch her relatively untested vagina. It had only been a week since Mr Karlsson took her virginity. During that week he had fucked her every night, but not always deeply or for long. Sometimes just to tease her for a few seconds before moving on to Sara or his wife. But a few times, the strong man had completely given in, taking her hard until the cock convulsed in her pussy or over her buttocks or stomach. After those rare occasions, Lisa had been left gasping for air in bed, her hair a mess over the sweaty face while Sara cleaned her with her hungry tongue.

Mr. Stark continued to massage her pussy while moving his cock. Her red painted toes curled over his thigh as she fought the orgasm that threatened to break free. "Please, Mr. Stark. Tell your little bird to cum. I'm your slut, your obedient whore, let me cum over your cock!"

"Oh, Fauvette," he whispered. "Sure you can, sweetie."

"You…" She struggled to get the words out as she rode his cock. "you have to… have to say it. Tell… that I can cum."

"You get to cum, my Fauvette… Cum for me, my little bird!”

She threw her head back as the spasms rolled through her naked body. Her hungry, smooth shaven little cunt squeezed the cock, milking it as it rammed back and forth inside her. She felt Mr. Stark himself about to reach the edge, his movements becoming stiffer, his cock staying longer and longer inside her. When he let out a loud "Oh!" she slid off his cock, knelt in front of him and embraced the excited member with her warm lips, moving down the shaft until the glans pushed past the barrier and lodged itself firmly down to her neck. A second later, she closed her eyes as her bulging throat was filled with his sticky seed. The first time he had emptied his sack for her, the week before, she had been shocked at how much cum this old former soldier could release to the world. She had blamed his loneliness and the fact that he couldn't get many opportunities to empty himself these days.

She had been wrong.

Lisa fought the tears and struggled to swallow the cum that invaded her throat, but there was no stopping the cascade. The white seed ran down her chin, dripping onto her breasts and thighs which she strategically placed under her mouth. She pulled the cock out to catch her breath, aiming the jets at her large breasts before swallowing it again, catching the remaining loads with her mouth. When the cock finally softened, she gently sucked the glans clean before using her fingers to scoop up the sperm from her breasts.

She met Mr. Stark's eyes as she played with his seed with her fingers. She passed it from hand to hand, raised it over her head, and let the long strings drip onto her outstretched tongue.

"Mmm," she said as she swallowed. She returned down with her fingers to scoop up more of his salty seed.

"Oh, Fauvette. I can get a towel," said Mr. Stark, but his attention was fixed on her sticky fingers.

"Why, Mr. Stark?" Lisa asked innocently before letting another string drip into her mouth. "I wouldn’t dream of letting your precious seed go to waste." It took her another minute before she managed to clean herself of Mr. Stark's cum. Once finished, she smiled and climbed onto the bed, putting her naked thighs on each side of the panting old man, straddling him gently with her young, naked body. She laid her cheek tenderly against his chest and felt a hand stroke her golden blonde locks.

"You are wonderful, Fauvette," said Mr. Stark. "You give an old man so much pleasure."

"I’m glad I can be of service," said Lisa with a little smile. Ever since she got to know him, her only wish had been to cure his loneliness. Give the sweet old man something to look forward to. So every day she accompanied him into the woods, making small talk and letting him tell her about his life. And once they were deep enough in the woods, she dropped her dress and pleasured him with her lips and hand until he filled her mouth with his fingers hooked around her hair.

However, this was the first time she had visited his home. The Great Farmer had given her permission to fuck him one day a week and she hoped this could become a new tradition.

"This was wonderful, my little bird," said Mr. Stark as she lay across his chest. "I hope you can return some day."

"I will," said Lisa. "I love making you cum, Mr. Stark."

"What have I done to deserve you?"

Lisa smiled at him. Then she sighed and stood up. "Unfortunately, I have to go now." She kissed him. "Mr. Karlsson has guests visiting this weekend and there is a lot to prepare."

"I hope he doesn't overwork you, Fauvette?"

"Not more than I can take," Lisa said smiling. "Unlike what you give me with your… sword." She kissed him again and started dressing. As she said, there was a lot to prepare for the weekend. The Master’s plans were elaborate… enough so to make her body tingle in a satisfying mixture of nerves and anticipation.

She hadn’t walked this new path of hers for more than a few weeks, but this evening she would be traveling quite the distance further.