[M4F] It’s OK, Mister Mike! [M50/F19] (age gap, porn, masturbation, voyeurism)

_everyone mentioned here is a legal adult, aged 18 or older_
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I was the manager at a cell-phone store where Sammie (F19) was working full-time over the summer. She was a nice, shy girl and probably still is. She looked nerdy, which I liked. We got to know each other pretty well, as we both worked from noon to eight. Around 7:45 we’d say goodnight and I’d go back into the office. She’d lock up and leave at eight. After that I liked to get an hour or so of porn watching before going home to my wife. Once I heard Sammie lock the door I’d open some porn site, take out my cock, and begin stroking it. By this point I’d become obsessed with videos of girls yanking guys off while pegging them, and with chicks with cocks.

One night in late June I was watching girls those trans girls cumming from taking it up the ass and I didn’t realize Sammie was still in the store. She had never stayed late and never came back to the office. But this time she quietly opened the half-ajar door and since I sat with my back to the door, she was planning to wait for the right time to get my attention.

She got an eyeful. Over my shoulder she could see shocking but alluring video with the sound turned up halfway. A girl was bouncing on a big stiff cock as she stroked her own dick. Sammie had led a pretty sheltered life, and, mesmerized, she stepped in quietly to get a better view. In so doing she got another eyeful. I had my cock out and was beating it as I watched the screen intently. The girl on the screen was getting closer to cumming as she rode, the dude’s erection sliding easily in and out of her tight asshole. Seeing me like this, Sammie gasped.

She had never seen what was on the screen, never mind what was going on in my hand. I jumped and saw her, fumbling to cover myself with my shirttails and to turn off the smut on my screen. “I had no idea you were still here,” I stuttered. In my haste I hit “mute,” not “power” on my monitor—so, unbeknownst to me, the video kept playing behind me when I faced her.

“I—I was going to ask for a ride to my friend’s house, Mister Mike,” she stammered. I was still too stunned to decide how to play this. Would she tell her dad? “It’s okay,” she said innocently, obviously not even knowing if it really is OK or not to have witnessed this scene.

Regaining a shred of my composure, I said “what time?” I finally realized why her eyes kept flitting over my shoulder. I’d wondered it was nervousness. Her mouth was opened just a bit. I paused the video.

This was a big risk but I had to take it.

“It’s going to be embarrassing to explain this to your dad,” I said. “I told them 8:15, but whenever you can…” she blurted in response to my earlier question. She added, “it’s okay, Mr. Mike. You—don’t tell my dad. Please. It’s okay.” She was nervous and excited and adorable. I was almost back to being fully hard. Motioning to the screen, I said, “do you want…?”

When she didn’t immediately reply, I said, “I need to finish what I was doing or I’ll be really uncomfortable. You can stay if you want.” She stated at me, her lips still slightly parted. “Okay,” she said quietly. She pulled up a chair, focusing on the screen and studiously avoiding looking at my lap. “Is the front door closed?” I asked her. She nodded. “Tell your friends 9. Say you’re getting overtime.“ I l quickly texted my wife letting her know I’d be late.

This was it. At 50, I was well over twice this girl’s age. I resolved not to touch her. This time anyway.

I pulled my pants down to my knees, exposing my swollen cock, and resumed the playback. I was all in. The video had moved on to another scene, so I searched “FFM” and picked a video I’d seen of an amateur threesome. This was filmed at home, so the girls hadn’t gotten dolled up and weren’t mugging for the camera. The three people on screen traded the camera back and forth. There was a _lot_ of pussy eating and although it was pretty vanilla, one of the women had a filthy mouth, calling the other a sexy bitch and using the word “cunt.” At one point the women were sitting, legs intertwined, and making out furiously. One had her hand on the guy’s cock as he filmed them. She tried to bring his dick to their mouths but was too distracted.

I was stroking at a steady pace, turned the fuck on that Sammie was undoubtedly watching me, and wanting to make this cum last. “Is that _you_,” she asked huskily, forgetting to add “Mr. Mike.” It took me several seconds to realize that the guy’s face hadn’t been visible. I looked at her over my shoulder. “I wish!”

Next I put on a 15-minute compilation of guys cumming from hand jobs, blowjobs, and tittyfucking. I was gonna blow my load in the next several minutes and I wanted to prepare her. The video was fucking hot, women intently inducing guys to shoot big loads on their tongues, faces, and tits. I was getting close.

Letting my hard cock loll around, I unbuttoned the lower half of my shirt and lifted my t-shirt so I could cum on my abdomen for her to see. Leaning back a bit, I resumed stroking, grateful that this was the perfect video for the moment.

Soon my balls had that nice ache that meant I was nearly there. Still stroking, I grunted as one rope of cum came out and landed above my navel. I continued to stroke five or six more times and out came three healthy spurts. It was a pretty good show, but I suddenly snapped back into the moment. I asked her to bring me some paper towels so I could clean up. Shortly after I drove her to her friend’s house.

That was the beginning. She truly had been a naive girl up to that point. By summer’s end she was no longer.

NSFW: yes


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