My name is Luke. I'm 22 years old, and I love to travel. My grandfather passed away when I was in senior high school school but he left behind a chance in his will for his two Thomas Kyd, my sire and my aunt. My grandfather left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put most of the money away in savings. However, I decided my third year of college that I needed a changed of scenery. I had a rough year as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my girlfriend of six class decided to go bad things off with me. My degree had plummeted and I was just not happy. I decided to take away a twelvemonth off and give time to myself and heal. I quit my job, left school, and sold my car. The money I made from my car plus taking some out of my preservation was more than enough for me to trip across the globe and live on comfortably for at least a year.

I started my grand circuit of the world, flying from California to Republic of Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the country, staying in hostels. I made Quaker everywhere I went and did body process like hike, camping, and excursions. I enjoyed Iceland, from the lush greenery to the hot springs, glaciers, and seeing the Northern Lights.

After Iceland, I made my way over to Spain and traveled across the area. I stayed in Seville, Madrid, and Barcelona. I had the time of my life history in each city, enjoying the nightlife and the cultivation everywhere I went. I took quick misstep over to Ibiza, and Portugal. After almost two months in Spain, I decided to catch a string over to Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and spend a hebdomad or so in French capital. From Paris, I will point over to the slide and visit Nice and Monaco.

I spent clock time getting to research City of Light when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel Tower and climbed it, went shopping, visited the louver, Notre wench, and the M Palais. All within the for the first time few daylight of my reaching. I made some friends at my lodge that I stayed at. student lodging were the honest way to travel as they're very stinting for lodging. They also provide hoi polloi the unique opportunity to meet other fellow traveller from around the world.

Toward the end of my inaugural workweek in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the city. One of the guy rope that runs the inn I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to rent motorcycles for the day for really safe prices. With a small backpack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the renting billet. I carry my wallet, phone, map of France and of Paris, snack and water. I pick up my motorcycle, and decide to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the rush 60 minutes in the urban center and capitulum towards the outskirt. I don't have a address in brain. I just want to go explore. After a yoke hours on the road, I pull off the main route and find a slope street that leads into a little village. The village is surrounded by batch and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see small rest home, farms, and a large steeple in the snapper of the hamlet. The side road I'm on takes me into the meat of the village. It's almost a trace town as very few mass are out and about. I ride by and a few French locals 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 place in townsfolk that served food for thought.

I take a right look at the small lieu. It's two stories. The start floor is the bakery and the second floor looks to be residential. Most probably the owner of the bakery lives upstairs. I read the sign that hangs high gear over the doorway.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very trivial French. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the logo with wise lucre and yield future to the name on the planetary house, I wouldn't have been able to think 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 golden that nigh of the shoes I've stayed so far, plenty of people spoke English and their native language. Here in the middle of nowhere, at to the lowest degree 70 naut mi outside of Paris, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English people.

I make my way inside into the bakery and the olfaction of smart croissants, chocolate, and tall mallow welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the counter, is a large Old Gallic lady. She has a Brobdingnagian pan of unused simoleons in her hands. She takes the pan and puts it inside a gravid wood burning oven.

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

I don't see any menus but it looks like nigh of the item for sales agreement here are on show.

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

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak French people. )

The kind noblewoman looks at me with a benevolent grinning.

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

She has a blockheaded accent that makes it hard for me to barely understand her incredibly throttle English language.

I point at a croissant on video display behind the crank that has ham, fresh cheese, prickly-seeded spinach, and early vegetable. I signal to her with my work force that I want three of those crescent roll with a chicken feed of pee.

The kind lady smiles and gives me a thumbs up as she preps my order getting freshly croissants ready for me.

I take a seat across from the ordering area. The seats are set and the tables are small. The variety peeress brings me a pitcher of water. With the body of water, she also brings a fresh complimentary cup of coffee.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and take the air back to her baking area. And that's when I take a really good smell at her.

I assume her public figure is Olga, as that's the public figure of the bakehouse. Olga is a vauntingly, plump mature adult female looking to be in her latterly sixty. She's abruptly, about 5'2, with a fat belly and rolls on her position. She has short brunette hair with a hairnet on. Her bosom are enceinte, about DDD sized and sagged and I can narrate she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a blue and purplish blouse with an apron on over her. Olga's face is chubby with a double chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her blazonry, mitt, and some on her fount. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she's average looking.

What caught my attention as she walked away was she only had on step-in underneath her proscenium. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles side to side each whole tone she takes. Olga has large granny panties on with a couplet of somersaulting flops.

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

Olga comes back out here and now later with my intellectual nourishment and says something to me in French with a smile. I assume it was something along the lines of"enjoy."

I watch as she makes her way back behind the counter. Her monstrous ass swaying back and Forth River. She was driving me demented ! In that very moment, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to skip on her and puzzle out every faithful of her fat sweaty soundbox and just ram my cock oceanic abyss inside her.

Olga collar me staring at her from afar. I can see a smiling from the corner of her mouth 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 candy for me.

Here I am, a young fit guy in my betimes twenties, fantasizing about all the nasty things I can do to a fat, old ma'am out in the middle of nowhere in a foreign country. She must want me too ... right ?

I mean, the way she's dressed ! I get that it's incredibly hot and humid inside this footling bakery with no air conditioning. But why the pantie ? She's walking around in her underwear with a client here. Did she want to grab my attention ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she have a husband or married person that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local village cocotte. By her walking around in her panties all day with no bra on, this can give anyone slow access to just walk up keister and fully take advantage of her.

All these thoughts crossed my brain as I ate my pleasant-tasting crescent roll. I didn't realize how athirst I was trough I took that first gear bit ! By the time I finish my crustal plate, I decide I'm going to admit the fortune and see if she's down to play with a young horny American guy like myself. I mean, what's the worst that can happen if my programme fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hell out of here on my bike in no time.

I wave for Olga to do to my table.

She asks me in Daniel Chester French if I want anything else ( I assume ). I immediately stand up and look down at her as I'm taller. I wrap my arm around her thick shank as I grab the shoulder strap to her apron and unbrace them without any trouble. 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 forestage. She then rips off her blouse, exposing me to her tumid sag chest that plop down toward her belly. I take a trade good feel at her amphetamine organic structure, covered in rolls and belly fat. Her tit have declamatory ring of color and thick nipples that are hard and stick out. Olga has a big smiling on her nerve, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

"You ... like ?"She asks me with a lowering hard to empathize accent.

I nod my promontory as I take my mitt and turn over out to grab her breasts. They're overweight as I pick them up and begin to squeeze them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each monolithic tit. I grab her remaining tit and try to stick as much of it in my oral cavity as I can while I squeeze her correctly bosom with my former script and use my pointer digit to play with her nipple. I then break my face in between her breasts as I continue to coerce them. I shake my chief left and right in between her breasts while I squeeze them. My spit dramatic play around getting a good mouthful of Olga's cleavage and breasts. She's incredibly sweaty and tastes salty which drives me raving mad knowing she's dirty after a hard day of piece of work so far.

I release my grip from Olga's titties and decide that it's prison term to see what's under those granny panties she has on. I grab her hired man and place them on the mesa. Olga bends her torso over leaning on the table as I stand behind her and get a antic view of her ass. I military press against her waist as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the hobo camp. I grab her panties with both custody and jerk them down to her ankles in one motion. I'm hit with the aroma of her musky pussy as my boldness is close to her ass from behind. I take a upright flavour at the hobo camp before my oculus as I take in the sight of Olga's hirsute beaver. Her pussy lip are enlarged and have hair on the edges of her vaginal folds. Her hair goes down beneath her ramification and up toward her pubic country, with some hair near her night asshole.

I spread outdoors Olga's leg and expectoration into her pussy. I do this a few fourth dimension, and then take two finger's breadth and shove them into her forest as they get lost deep inside her catch.

Olga is quiet for the most office but she let's out some grunts with inscrutable groan. I hear her muttering something in French under her breathing time. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can tell she's wet. With each energy and puff in and out of her opera hat, my fingers get more and more slippery.

I do this for a few minutes, fingering her pussycat from behind. I realized that we are both uncovered rightfulness now and that anyone can take the air right in on us. I slip my fingers out and take on a effective whiff of her hot and sweaty snatch. Olga stands up and turns to face up me. I take my two finger's breadth and aim them for her mouth. She graciously accepts them as the snap my arm. She licks and sucks on my fingers getting a great taste of herself. She pops my fingerbreadth out of her mouth, and licks her mouth.

"Up ... we go ... up,"Olga says as she takes my script and leads the way. We walk to the book binding of the bakery and take a shit our way up the stairs to the second level where she lives.

Once upstairs, we walk straight down the mansion to her bedroom. Olga has a queen sized bed with a fiddling night stand next to it. On top of it, is a lilliputian fan that circulates air through the room. Regardless of the fan, it's still hot and steamy inside. I don't charge though. Olga shuts and locks her door. She comes to me and snaffle me pulling us close to each former. She leans her read/write head to mine and we plowshare a deep lewd osculation. Her breathing place sense of taste like coffee and a suggestion of her pussy from originally as our knife dance together in our rima oris. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga unwrap my belt and Northerner my pants down. She's met with the mess of my fat eight inch rod. Her eyes actually develop wide and light up with upheaval.

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

I take off my shoe and off all my clothes, standing completely naked before her. She takes off her hairnet and tosses it to the corner.

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 grabs my peter with her hand. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the care. Olga then leans down over to my crotch and begins to bat my irradiation 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 balls. Without practically trouble, she's able to engulf my total rod into her backtalk and down her pharynx. She grabs my ball sack and squeezes it while she shakes her head left and right hand with my rooster deep in her lip. Only when she's out of breath does she release my cock from her mouth coughing and spitting out saliva, making a big mess on my crotch and her lips. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has incredible oral skills that make my toes wave. All I can do while she sucks and rich throat my cock is groan with my centre shut and my coat of arms spread out astray, grabbing onto the border of the sheets.

Olga spitting my dick out of her mouth one last time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smile on her aspect. Before I can run, she grabs my stage and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to clobber my hammock. Her tongue glides down lower and speculation to my butthole. Without any kind of warning, Olga jams her spit up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitor swirl in and out of my bum.

"sanctum ... ..FUCK ! ! ! !"

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

Eventually, Olga pulls away from me.

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

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

I guess"Fuck"is a universal joint language as Olga gets off the bed and sign for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her monumental branch on the border. She spreads them extensive apart and nobble them. I get a consummate survey of her hairy snatch as I stand between her legs. I grab my turncock and press it up against her twat. My cock is tickled by her thick wet bush as I try to chance her glorious entrance with my tip. Once my tip finds the entranceway to her sweaty erotic love hole, I easily slip myself into her. I'm hit with a Rush of epinephrin as my body shakes with XTC. I'm Lucille Ball mysterious inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French people granny.

With her pegleg up high, I grab them for support as I thrust my hips in and out of her snatch.

Olga grunts with her eyes closed. She mutters something in Daniel Chester French over and over each sentence I shove my shaft deep interior of her. I thrust as deep and hard as I can into her watching her consistency jiggle like jelly each time I do so. I low-spirited her legs and snap up her by the waistline bringing her closer to me off the boundary of the bed. As the mattress springiness are getting worn out and squeak loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat paradiddle as I pump my fat cock in and out of her soaking wet cunt. Olga and I are both really sweaty as it's hot in the way and our sex ride is through the roof !

I pull out of Olga to catch my breathing spell. It was time to tack positions. I apparent motion for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use hang signals 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 grabs my cock. Without very much difficulty she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet jam and sits down taking all eight inches of my center up her snatch. I feel her pubic hair brush against my completely shaven crotch each meter I slam myself deep inside her.

Olga grunt as she rides my pecker. I really wish 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 hips to go along tearing her pussy apart, thrusting up and down. Her knocker are shoved in my face as I try to get down one of her tits whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's stallion body shift completely forward on me. I form of scare as she's incredibly punishing and I'm suffocated with her breasts in my face. I feel her take aim complete ascendancy over me as her body rising and gibe deep down on my crotch. I feel her procession slowly and flap down herself down taking every in of my nub up her hairy twat.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out tawdry I get a warm and wet impression on my putz. I feel fluids running down my shaft and down my crotch as Olga hits a powerful orgasm.

I know my reaching is soon to cum.

After a few mo 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 things up one more time.

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies flavourless on her abdomen. With her ramification wide outdoors, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass brass apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my putz getting ready to love her doggy style. Before I can put my prick back inside her snap, Olga looks up at me.

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

Wow ... .this fat old hag wants my thick cock up her mother fucker. What an absolute whore she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and incline in, spitting deep inside her dark filthy pickle. I spit a few times up her arse. I grab my rod and push it up against her pestiferous sphincter. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push inch by inch up her voider. Her asshole is fairly tight. Olga just laughs out loudly as she takes my hawkshaw up my ass. She's enjoying every second of it ! Once my cock is stuffed formal deep in her bum, I take tedious movements, in and out of this obese hag's behind. My climax 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 grab her neck. My chunk are ready to be drained. With a few more deep thrusting, I scream out loud as my cock spurts bulk of my milk up Olga's pie-eyed son of a bitch. Olga's riot too from the power of my comer. My cock continues to twitch and convulse, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly deplume myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the look of her dirty bum and my jizz when my cock spits out of her ass followed by a trail of brownness cum dripping out of her and down her pussy. This bitch got the shag she deserved. Now she gets to clean my hammer.

Olga turns around.

"suction my cock !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her knees and drink every inch of my cock getting a cover girl tasting of her mother fucker and my seed. She licks every inch of cum off my cock and pops it out of her mouth with a lofty grin on her fount. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the itch to study a piddle.

Without warning, I start to urinate on Olga's side. Her fount shock back at foremost not expecting it but she opens her oral fissure and literally begins to drink my piss ! When she can't drink anymore, she gags and spits out my piss as I continue to piss on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the privy future doorway to her sleeping room. I take a quick cold shower and get changed. Olga is nowhere in sight.

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

"What a dirty bawd you are."I tell her out loud knowing she doesn't understand a hoot word I say.

She just laughs aloud and continues to work. I buy some scorched trade good for the route trip back to genus Paris and lead her a Nice tip in US dollars. She deserved it !

THE END .