My name is Luke. I'm 22 years old, and I love to travel. My grandfather passed away when I was in luxuriously school but he left behind a chance in his will for his two tiddler, my don and my aunty. 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 rasping year as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my girlfriend of six twelvemonth decided to break things off with me. My grades had plummeted and I was just not glad. I decided to take a twelvemonth off and devote clip 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 savings was more than enough for me to travel across the globe and live comfortably for at least a twelvemonth.

I started my tremendous tour of the world, flying from California to Iceland. I stayed in Republic of Iceland for about a month and explored the country, staying in hostel. I made acquaintance everywhere I went and did bodily function like hiking, bivouacking, and excursions. I enjoyed Iceland, from the lucullan greenery to the hot spring, glaciers, and seeing the Northern igniter.

After Iceland, I made my way over to Espana and traveled across the country. I stayed in Seville, capital of Spain, and Barcelona. I had the fourth dimension of my life in each city, enjoying the nightlife and the culture everywhere I went. I took quick trip-up over to Ibiza, and Portugal. After almost two months in Spain, I decided to catch a string over to France and spend a week or so in capital of France. From City of Light, I will manoeuvre over to the coast and visit Nice and Monaco.

I spent sentence getting to explore Paris when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel tug and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre, Notre chick, and the grand Palais. All within the first few days of my arrival. I made some Quaker at my hostel that I stayed at. Hostels were the practiced way to go as they're very economical for lodging. They also provide people the singular chance to meet other fellow travelers from around the reality.

Toward the end of my first workweek in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the city. One of the guys that runs the hostel I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to take motorcycle for the day for really well toll. With a pocket-sized backpack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental place. I carry my wallet, phone, map of France and of Paris, bite and water. I pick up my bike, and decide to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the rush hour in the city and head towards the outskirt. I don't have a address in mind. I just want to go explore. After a span hours on the route, I pull off the main road and find a side street that leads into a diminished hamlet. The village is surrounded by mountains and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see modest rest home, farms, and a large steeple in the center of the Village. The slope route I'm on takes me into the heart of the Village. It's almost a wraith town as very few people 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 bakeshop. I was pretty hungry and this looked like the exclusively place in township that served food for thought.

I take a skillful feel at the small topographic point. It's two stories. The for the first time floor is the bakeshop and the second floor looks to be residential. virtually belike the owner of the bakery lives upstairs. I read the polarity that hangs high-pitched over the room access.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very little Daniel Chester French. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the logo with fresh lettuce and fruit next to the name on the sign, I wouldn't have been able to approximate 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 lucky that nearly of the blank space I've stayed so far, great deal of people spoke English and their aboriginal nomenclature. Here in the middle of nowhere, at to the lowest degree 70 Roman mile outside of City of Light, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English.

I make my way inside into the bakery and the smell of fresh croissants, drinking chocolate, and cheese welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the tabulator, is a large older French people ma'am. She has a huge pan of unused gelt in her hands. She takes the pan and puts it inside a big wood burning oven.

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

I don't see any menu but it looks like most of the token for sale here are on presentation.

The noblewoman asks what I want to order in French, and I look at her, and tell her the exclusively phrasal idiom I knew in French people.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak French. )

The kind peeress looks at me with a sympathetic smile.

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

She has a thick accent that makes it operose for me to barely understand her incredibly special English.

I point at a crescent roll on display behind the meth that has ham, fresh tall mallow, spinach, and other veggies. I signal to her with my hired hand that I want three of those crescent roll with a drinking glass of water.

The kind lady smiles and gives me a thumbs up as she preps my guild getting fresh croissants cook for me.

I take a ass across from the ordering area. The seats are circumscribe and the tables are humble. The sort lady brings me a pitcher of water. With the body of water, she also brings a fresh gratis cup of coffee.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

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

I assume her name is Olga, as that's the name of the bakeshop. Olga is a large, plump mature woman looking to be in her late LX. She's short, about 5'2, with a fat belly and ringlet on her face. She has short brunette hair with a hairnet on. Her breast are turgid, about DDD sized and sagged and I can tell she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a blue angel and empurpled blouse with an proscenium on over her. Olga's look is chubby with a double chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, hired man, and some on her face. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she's fair looking.

What caught my attention as she walked away was she only had on pantie underneath her apron. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles side to side each measure she takes. Olga has prominent grannie panties on with a distich of flip flops.

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

Olga comes back out moments later with my food 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 heel counter. Her monstrous ass swaying back and forth. She was driving me crazy ! In that very moment, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to startle on her and lap up every fold of her fat sweaty consistency and just ram my dick rich inside her.

Olga catch me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the street corner of her sass as she takes wise pealing 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 twenties, fantasizing about all the nasty matter I can do to a fat, old noblewoman out in the middle of nowhere in a extraneous country. She must desire 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 scanty ? She's walking around in her underclothes with a customer here. Did she want to take hold of my attending ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she have a hubby or pardner that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local anesthetic Greenwich Village bawd. By her walking around in her panty all day with no bra on, this can present anyone easy access to just walk up behind and fully take vantage of her.

All these thoughts crossed my mind as I ate my yummy crescent roll. I didn't agnize how hungry I was till I took that beginning snack ! By the fourth dimension I finish my plate, I decide I'm going to adopt the chance and see if she's down to act as with a Edward Young steamy American guy like myself. I mean, what's the worst that can happen if my design fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hell out of here on my wheel in no time.

I wave for Olga to come 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 arms around her thick waist as I grab the shoulder strap to her proscenium and unlace 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 proscenium. She then rips off her blouse, exposing me to her large sagged boob that plop down toward her belly. I take a goodness tone at her upper body, covered in rolls and belly fat. Her boob have heavy areola and thick mamilla that are grueling and cleave out. Olga has a big grinning on her face, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

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

I nod my head as I take my hands and reach out to grab her breasts. They're heavy as I pick them up and begin to squeeze them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each monumental tit. I grab her leave tit and try to stick as a good deal of it in my mouth as I can while I squeeze her decent titty with my former hand and use my pointer fingerbreadth to bring with her nipple. I then smash my side in between her titty as I continue to thrust them. I shake my headway left and right in between her chest while I squeeze them. My tongue fun around getting a dependable taste of Olga's cleavage and white meat. She's incredibly sweaty and preference salty which drives me wild knowing she's dirty after a hard day of study so far.

I release my traveling bag from Olga's boob and decide that it's time to see what's under those granny scanty she has on. I grab her deal and place them on the mesa. Olga bends her consistency over leaning on the mesa as I stand behind her and get a marvelous view of her ass. I imperativeness against her waistline as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the jungle. I grab her panties with both hands and yank them down to her ankle joint in one motion. I'm hit with the aroma of her musky kitty as my cheek is close to her ass from behind. I take a near feel at the jungle before my eyes as I take in the sight of Olga's haired beaver. Her pussy sassing are enlarged and have hair on the sharpness of her vaginal plica. Her hair goes down beneath her peg and up toward her pubic area, with some hair near her nighttime asshole.

I spread undecided Olga's legs and spit into her twat. I do this a few multiplication, and then take two fingers and shove them into her woods as they get lost thick inside her snatch.

Olga is quiet down for the most theatrical role but she let's out some oink with deep groans. I hear her muttering something in French under her breath. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can tell she's wet. With each button and pull in and out of her beaver, my digit get Sir Thomas More and more slippery.

I do this for a few minutes, fingering her pussy from behind. I realized that we are both exposed rightfulness now and that anyone can take the air right in on us. I slip my fingers out and assume a commodity whiff of her hot and sweaty pussy. Olga stands up and turns to confront me. I take my two fingers and aim them for her lip. She graciously accepts them as the snap my arm. She licks and suction on my fingers getting a cracking discernment of herself. She pops my fingers out of her mouth, 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 progress to our way up the stairs to the second floor where she lives.

Once up the stairs, we walk straight down the hall to her bedroom. Olga has a queen sized bed with a short nighttime stand next to it. On top of it, is a petty fan that circulates air through the room. Regardless of the fan, it's still hot and sticky inside. I don't aid though. Olga shuts and locks her door. She comes to me and catch me pulling us close to each former. She leans her head to mine and we share a abstruse lubricious kiss. Her breathing place tastes like chocolate and a soupcon of her pussy from earlier as our tongues dance together in our rima oris. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga undo my belt and Yank my pants down. She's met with the sight of my fat eight inch rod. Her centre actually develop wide and light up with fervor.

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

I take off my shoes and slay all my clothes, standing completely bare 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 total bed, Olga climbs on top and grabs my cock with her mitt. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the attention. Olga then leans down over to my crotch and begins to work out my shaft all the way down to my sack. While continuing to stroke my cock up and down, she licks my putz from the tip to my balls. Without much problem, she's able to absorb my entire rod into her mouth and down her pharynx. She grabs my ball sack and squeezes it while she shakes her top dog left and right on with my cock deep in her mouth. Only when she's out of hint does she let go my shaft from her mouthpiece coughing and spitting out spittle, making a big deal on my crotch and her lips. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has unbelievable viva skills that make my toes curl. All I can do while she sucks and oceanic abyss throats my cock is groan with my eyes shut and my arm spread out all-inclusive, grabbing onto the edges of the sheets.

Olga spits my dick out of her mouth one last time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smile on her nerve. Before I can act, she grabs my wooden leg and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to lick my sack. Her tongue semivowel down lower and speculation to my butthole. Without any kind of warning, Olga jams her lingua up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitor swirl in and out of my bum.

"holy place ... ..FUCK ! ! ! !"

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

Eventually, Olga pulls away from me.

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

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

I guess"Fuck"is a universal 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 edge. She spreads them extensive apart and airlift them. I get a perfect tense vista of her hairy snatch as I stand between her legs. I grab my cock and jam it up against her cunt. My shaft is tickled by her thick-skulled wet bush as I try to find her brilliant entrance with my tip. Once my tip finds the entering to her sweaty passion hole, I easily slide myself into her. I'm hit with a rush of adrenaline as my body shakes with raptus. I'm glob thick inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French granny.

With her branch up high-pitched, I grab them for funding as I thrust my rosehip in and out of her snatch.

Olga grunts with her optic closed. She mutters something in French over and over each time I shove my cock mysterious inside of her. I thrust as deep and grueling as I can into her watching her dead body joggle like jelly each time I do so. I lower her legs and snap up her by the shank bringing her closer to me off the border of the bed. As the mattress give are getting worn out and squeak loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat rolls as I pump my fat tool in and out of her soaking wet cunt. Olga and I are both really sweaty as it's hot in the room and our sex thrust is through the roof !

I pull out of Olga to enamor my intimation. It was meter to switch over positions. I question for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use hang signals to propose 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 a great deal fuss she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet hole and sits down taking all eight inches of my nub up her snatch. I feel her pubic whisker brush against my completely shaven crotch each time I slam myself mysterious inside her.

Olga oink as she rides my peter. I really wish I knew what she was saying in French as I'm trusted she's talking dirty.

I wrap my blazon around her vertebral column as I use my hip to keep tearing her kitty apart, thrusting up and down. Her breasts are shoved in my typeface as I try to eat up one of her titmouse whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's intact physical structure break completely forward on me. I form of terror as she's incredibly heavy and I'm suffocated with her breasts in my expression. I feel her shoot arrant controller over me as her body rises and shot deep down on my crotch. I feel her rise slowly and thrash herself down taking every inch of my meat up her hairy cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out garish I get a warm and wet feeling on my cock. I feel fluids running down my shaft and down my crotch as Olga hits a powerful climax.

I know my reaching is soon to cum.

After a few instant of recovery, Olga gets off of me and mount 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 prostrate on her stomach. With her legs wide subject, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my shaft getting ready to make love her pooch style. Before I can put my dick back inside her pussy, Olga looks up at me.

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

Wow ... .this fat old hag wants my midst cock up her asshole. What an absolute cyprian she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and tilt in, spitting deep inside her sorry filthy yap. I spit a few times up her nates. I grab my rod and push it up against her pestiferous sphincter muscle. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push inch by inch up her shitter. Her cocksucker is passably tight. Olga just laughs out loudly as she takes my putz up my ass. She's enjoying every s of it ! Once my cock is overindulge egg deep in her bum, I take dim campaign, in and out of this rotund hag's rump. My climax is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga's ass each fourth dimension I thrust deep into her asshole.

Her laugh continues as she grunts painfully from the force of my thrusting and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and grab her neck opening. My clod are ready to be drained. With a few more deep stab, I scream out loud as my cock jet masses of my Milk up Olga's sloshed asshole. Olga's screams too from the power of my arrival. My cock continues to twinge and convulse, 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 John Brown cum dripping out of her and down her twat. This bitch got the fucking she deserved. Now she gets to clean my putz.

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 deglutition every in of my cock getting a lovely mouthful of her asshole and my semen. She licks every inch of cum off my stopcock and bug out it out of her mouthpiece with a proud smile on her face. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the urge to fill a piss.

Without warning, I start to urinate on Olga's case. Her face jolts back at first not expecting it but she opens her mouth and literally begins to booze my piss ! When she can't drink anymore, she gags and spits out my piss as I continue to urinate on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the bath next door to her chamber. I take a quick coldness shower and get changed. Olga is nowhere in deal.

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

"What a dirty cyprian you are."I tell her out gimcrack knowing she doesn't understand a hoot Word of God I say.

She just laughs aloud and continues to work. I buy some baked goods for the road trip-up back to Paris and depart her a nice tip in US dollars. She deserved it !

THE END .