My public figure is Luke. I'm 22 years old, and I love to travel. My grandad passed away when I was in heights school but he left behind a fortune in his will for his two nipper, my Fatherhood and my aunt. My granddaddy left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put near of the money away in savings. However, I decided my third class of college that I needed a changed of scene. I had a rough class as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my girlfriend of six yr decided to wear things off with me. My grades had plummeted and I was just not felicitous. I decided to involve a yr off and consecrate fourth dimension to myself and heal. I quit my job, left shoal, and sold my car. The money I made from my car plus taking some out of my saving was more than enough for me to travel across the orb and resilient comfortably for at to the lowest degree a year.

I started my grand spell of the world, flying from Golden State to Republic of Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a calendar month and explored the land, staying in hostels. I made admirer everywhere I went and did action like hike, tenting, and excursions. I enjoyed Iceland, from the lush greenery to the hot springs, glaciers, and seeing the Northern Lights.

After Republic of Iceland, I made my way over to Spain and traveled across the country. I stayed in Seville, Madrid, and Barcelona. I had the prison term of my lifetime in each city, enjoying the night life and the refinement everywhere I went. I took fast trips over to Ibiza, and Portuguese Republic. After almost two months in Spain, I decided to catch up with a power train over to France and spend a week or so in Paris. From Paris, I will head over to the coast and visit Nice and Monaco.

I spent sentence getting to explore Paris when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel Tower and climbed it, went shopping, visited the fin, Notre Dame, and the Grand Palais. All within the initiatory few Clarence Day of my arrival. I made some friends at my hostel that I stayed at. Hostels were the adept way to travel as they're very economical for lodging. They also provide masses the unique opportunity to fulfill other fellow travelers from around the world.

Toward the end of my starting time week in genus Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the city. One of the guys that runs the student lodging I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to rip bike for the day for really good monetary value. With a small rucksack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the letting lieu. I carry my wallet, telephone set, map of France and of Paris, snack and piddle. I pick up my bike, and decide to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic drive once I leave the kick hour in the city and head towards the outskirts. I don't have a destination in judgement. I just want to go explore. After a couple time of day on the road, I pull off the main road and recover a side street that leads into a small village. The village is surrounded by mountains and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see small domicile, farms, and a declamatory steeple in the nub of the Greenwich Village. The incline road I'm on takes me into the pith of the Village. It's almost a ghost townspeople as very few people are out and about. I ride by and a few French local anaesthetic wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and park it next to a bakery. I was pretty hungry and this looked like the only lieu in Ithiel Town that served food for thought.

I take a secure look at the small place. It's two write up. The first off floor is the bakery and the second trading floor looks to be residential. nearly likely the proprietor of the bakery lives upstairs. I read the sign that hangs high over the threshold.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very fiddling French. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the logo with fresh bread and yield next to the name on the polarity, I wouldn't have been able to guess that boulangerie is French for bakery. I can say hi, yes, no, please, sorry, and thank you in French. That's about it. I was favourable that most of the places I've stayed so far, plentifulness of hoi polloi spoke English language and their native language. Here in the middle of nowhere, at least 70 nautical mile outside of City of Light, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks side.

I make my way inside into the bakehouse and the smell of bracing croissants, umber, and cheese welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the counter, is a with child older Gallic lady. She has a huge pan of unfermented scratch in her hands. She takes the pan and puts it inside a declamatory wood burning oven.

"Bonjour."I reply back to her as I make my way over to the counter to get a look at what to eat.

I don't see any menus but it looks like most of the detail for sales agreement here are on video display.

The lady asks what I want to fiat in French, and I look at her, and tell her the only set phrase I knew in French.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak Daniel Chester French. )

The kind lady looks at me with a sympathetic smile.

"Ahh ... sorry ? I no speak ... English language very good ... .order ?"

She has a loggerheaded accent that makes it backbreaking for me to barely understand her incredibly fix English.

I point at a croissant on display behind the Methedrine that has ham, unfermented cheese, spinach, and other vegetable. I signal to her with my hands that I want three of those croissants with a glass of piddle.

The variety lady smile and gives me a thumb up as she preps my ordering getting fresh croissants ready for me.

I take a tail across from the ordering arena. The seats are determine and the mesa are small. The variety dame brings me a pitcherful of piddle. With the water, she also brings a refreshing complimentary cup of coffee.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and walks back to her baking sphere. And that's when I take a really good feeling at her.

I assume her name is Olga, as that's the epithet of the bakery. Olga is a large, plump mature woman looking to be in her belatedly LX. She's short, about 5'2, with a fat belly and rolls on her English. She has short brunette pilus with a hairnet on. Her boob are large, about DDD sized and sagged and I can tell she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a Amytal and purple blouse with an apron on over her. Olga's nerve is chubby with a treble chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, hands, and some on her grimace. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she's average out looking.

What caught my attention as she walked away was she only had on panties underneath her apron. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles English to side each step she takes. Olga has large granny panties on with a pair of flip flops.

There was something about her that turned me on. She's not physically attractive, but the thought of getting down and dirty with this fat granny has my pecker vellication, and growing in my pants.

Olga comes back out moments later with my solid food and says something to me in French with a smile. I assume it was something along the wrinkle of"enjoy."

I watch as she makes her way back behind the counter. Her monstrous ass swaying back and forth. She was driving me nutcase ! In that very moment, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to bound on her and lick every plica of her fat sweaty trunk and just ram my cock deep inside her.

Olga stop me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the corner of her lip as she takes bracing rolls out of the oven. I want her to see me stare at her lustfully. Something inside me tells me she enjoyed being eye confect for me.

Here I am, a young fit guy in my early mid-twenties, fantasizing about all the nasty things I can do to a fat, old lady out in the middle of nowhere in a foreign rural area. She must want me too ... right ?

I mean, the way she's dressed ! I get that it's incredibly hot and humid inside this little bakeshop with no air conditioning. But why the pantie ? She's walking around in her underwear with a client here. Did she want to catch my attention ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she hold a married man or partner that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local village whore. By her walking around in her panties all day with no bra on, this can chip in anyone easy access to just take the air up behind and fully take reward of her.

All these thoughts crossed my creative thinker as I ate my delicious crescent roll. I didn't recognise how hungry I was till I took that first bite ! By the time I finish my plate, I decide I'm going to take the chance and see if she's down to play with a Pres Young turned on American guy like myself. I mean, what's the unfit that can bechance if my plan fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hell out of here on my bike in no time.

I wave for Olga to issue forth to my table.

She asks me in Daniel Chester French if I want anything else ( I assume ). I immediately stand up and take care down at her as I'm taller. I wrap my arms around her thick shank as I grab the strap to her forestage and untie them without any problem. I reach below and I grope her ass, squeezing her cheeks.

To my amazement, Olga just giggles. She pulls herself away from me and takes off her apron. She then rips off her blouse, exposing me to her large sagged breasts that plop down toward her belly. I take a practiced expression at her speed physical structure, covered in rolls and belly fat. Her breasts have bombastic areolas and thick mammilla that are unvoiced and stick out. Olga has a big smiling on her face, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

"You ... like ?"She asks me with a heavy hard to understand accent.

I nod my head as I take my hired man and strain out to take hold of her breasts. They're clayey as I pick them up and begin to twinge them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each monolithic tit. I grab her left tit and try to beat as very much of it in my oral fissure as I can while I squeeze her right breast with my other paw and use my pointer finger to play with her teat. I then crush my face in between her boob as I continue to pressure them. I shake my head left and right in between her breasts while I squeeze them. My tongue turn around getting a commodity taste of Olga's cleavage and breasts. She's incredibly sweaty and discernment salty which drives me hazardous knowing she's dirty after a hard day of work so far.

I release my grip from Olga's titties and decide that it's time to see what's under those granny pantie she has on. I grab her hands and aim them on the table. Olga bends her physical structure over leaning on the table as I stand behind her and get a fantastic view of her ass. I closet against her waist as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the hobo camp. I grab her panties with both bridge player and jerk them down to her ankles in one motion. I'm hit with the odor of her musky kitty as my face is close to her ass from behind. I take a unspoiled looking at the hobo camp before my eyes as I take in the stack of Olga's hairy opera hat. Her puss rim are enlarged and have hair on the border of her vaginal folds. Her hair goes down beneath her legs and up toward her pubic area, with some hair near her night asshole.

I spread open Olga's legs and spitting into her goose. I do this a few sentence, and then use up two fingers and shove them into her forest as they get lost mysterious inside her snatch.

Olga is quiet for the most part but she let's out some grunt with deep groan. I hear her muttering something in French under her breathing place. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can tell she's wet. With each push and pull in and out of her castor, my fingers get to a greater extent and more slippery.

I do this for a few instant, fingering her kitty from behind. I realized that we are both endanger right now and that anyone can walk right in on us. I slip my digit out and conduct a good whiff of her hot and sweaty pussy. Olga stands up and turns to face me. I take my two fingers and aim them for her sassing. She graciously accepts them as the snap my arm. She licks and sucks on my fingers getting a great mouthful of herself. She pops my fingers out of her oral cavity, and licks her lips.

"Up ... we go ... up,"Olga says as she takes my hand and leads the way. We walk to the back of the bakery and make our way up the stairs to the arcsecond floor where she lives.

Once on a higher floor, we walk straight down the foyer to her sleeping room. Olga has a fairy sized bed with a trivial night stand next to it. On top of it, is a minuscule fan that circulates air through the room. Regardless of the fan, it's still hot and muggy inside. I don't care though. Olga shuts and locks her door. She comes to me and snaffle me pulling us close to each other. She leans her nous to mine and we contribution a oceanic abyss lascivious kiss. Her breath tastes like coffee and a steer of her pussy from earlier as our spit trip the light fantastic together in our mouths. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga untie my belt and Northerner my pants down. She's met with the sight of my fat eight inch rod. Her middle actually grow wide and light up with fervor.

"You ... .very BIG !"She tells me.

I take off my shoes and get rid of all my apparel, standing completely naked before her. She takes off her hairnet and tosses it to the box.

Olga pushes me into her bed as I climb my way up and lay down on her pillows. Shaking the entire bed, Olga climbs on top and snap up my cock with her hand. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the attention. Olga then leans down over to my genital organ and begins to lick my diaphysis all the way down to my sack. While continuing to stroke my cock up and down, she licks my cock from the tip to my lump. Without much trouble, she's capable to steep my entire rod into her mouthpiece and down her throat. She grabs my ball sack and squeezes it while she shakes her headway left and in good order with my stopcock trench in her mouth. Only when she's out of breather does she release my cock from her sassing coughing and spitting out saliva, making a big heap on my private parts and her lips. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has incredible unwritten skills that make my toes wave. All I can do while she sucks and deep throats my cock is groan with my centre shut and my arms spread out wide, grabbing onto the edges of the sheets.

Olga tongue my dick out of her oral cavity one hold out time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smile on her face. Before I can make a motion, she grabs my leg and puts them into the air. She grabs my peter again and begins to lick my sac. Her tongue sailing down lower and ventures to my butthole. Without any kind of warning, Olga jams her tongue up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitant vortex in and out of my bum.

"HOLY ... ..FUCK ! ! ! !"

I screamed from the sensitivity of her tongue up my ass as she continues to stroke my hammer up and down.

Eventually, Olga pulls away from me.

She looks at me and laughs as she licks her lip, telling me she enjoyed eating my ass out.

"Ok ... I think it's clock time for me to finally fuck you."I tell her knowing she probably had no idea what I said.

I guess"Fuck"is a oecumenical language as Olga gets off the bed and signal for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her monumental peg on the edge. She spreads them blanket apart and lifts them. I get a complete view of her hairy snatch as I stand between her legs. I grab my cock and press it up against her pussy. My peter is tickled by her thick wet bush as I try to find her splendid entrance with my tip. Once my tip finds the ingress to her sweaty love hole, I easily slide myself into her. I'm hit with a upsurge of epinephrine as my consistency shakes with hug drug. I'm balls deep inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French grannie.

With her branch up high gear, I grab them for financial backing as I thrust my hips in and out of her snatch.

Olga grunts with her optic closed. She mutters something in French over and over each sentence I shove my stopcock deep inside of her. I thrust as deep and hard as I can into her watching her body jiggle like jelly each fourth dimension I do so. I let down her stage and seize her by the waist bringing her finisher to me off the edge of the bed. As the mattress springiness are getting worn out and screech loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat rolls as I pump my fat cock in and out of her soaking wet snatch. Olga and I are both really sweaty as it's hot in the elbow room and our sex private road is through the cap !

I pull out of Olga to catch my breath. It was meter to switch positions. I motion for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use hang signaling to advise her to get on top of me. Olga shakes the bed as she makes her way on top of me. She reaches behind her and seize my cock. Without much bother she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet hole and sits down taking all eight column inch of my meat up her grab. I feel her pubic tomentum brush against my completely plane crotch each time I slam myself deeply inside her.

Olga grunts as she rides my cock. I really bid I knew what she was saying in French as I'm sure she's talking dirty.

I wrap my arms around her rachis as I use my rosehip to keep tearing her cunt apart, thrusting up and down. Her knocker are shoved in my facial expression as I try to live with one of her titmouse whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's entire torso shift key completely forward on me. I sort of terror as she's incredibly heavy and I'm suffocated with her white meat in my boldness. I feel her take nail controller over me as her body rises and slams deep down on my privates. I feel her rising slope slowly and slam dance herself down taking every inch of my meat up her hairy cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out tawdry I get a warm and wet feeling on my tool. I feel fluids running down my shaft and down my crotch as Olga hits a mighty climax.

I know my arrival is soon to cum.

After a few import of recovery, Olga gets off of me and climbs out of bed.

We both knew I was almost there and that we needed to switch matter up one more time.

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies unconditional on her tum. With her legs wide capable, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my cock getting make to fuck her doggy mode. Before I can put my dick back inside her snatch, Olga looks up at me.

"You ... .in me ... .ass ... please."

Wow ... .this fat old hag wants my thick cock up her cocksucker. What an absolute harlot she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting deep inside her dark filthy hole. I spit a few times up her arse. I grab my rod and push it up against her dirty anatomical sphincter. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push column inch by inch up her shitter. Her asshole is pretty closely. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my tool up my ass. She's enjoying every mo of it ! Once my cock is stuffed formal deep in her bum, I take dim campaign, in and out of this weighty hag's arse. My orgasm is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga's ass each time I thrust deep into her asshole.

Her laughter continues as she grunts painfully from the force of my thrusts and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and snap up her neck. My nut are ready to be drained. With a few more deeply thrusts, I scream out loud as my prick spirt masses of my milk up Olga's tight mother fucker. Olga's screeching too from the power of my arrival. My cock continues to pinch and toss, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly pull myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the smell of her dirty bum and my jizz when my cock spits out of her ass followed by a trail of brown cum dripping out of her and down her pussy. This beef got the piece of ass she deserved. Now she gets to clean my rooster.

Olga turns around.

"suction my tool !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her knees and swallows every in of my dick getting a cover girl taste of her asshole and my come. She licks every in of cum off my hammer and pops it out of her mouth with a proud smile on her face. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the impulse to bring a pissing.

Without warning, I start to urinate on Olga's face. Her aspect jolt back at first not expecting it but she opens her mouth and literally begins to drink my piss ! When she can't deglutition anymore, she gags and spits out my piddle as I continue to urinate on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the toilet next door to her sleeping accommodation. I take a quick frigidness exhibitor and get changed. Olga is nowhere in survey.

I walk back downstairs to the bakery and see Olga taking sweet croissants out of the oven. She has her blouse, scanty, hairnet, and apron back on. She went back to ferment without cleaning herself up.

"What a dirty whore you are."I tell her out loud knowing she doesn't understand a damn watchword I say.

She just laughs loudly and continues to knead. I buy some parched goods for the road tripper back to Paris and result her a nice tip in US dollars. She deserved it !

THE END .