Characters: Ben an old brown Indian man & Clara a fitness enthusiast British woman.

Ben: Hello young lady

Clara: Clara’s heart skips a beat as she’s caught off guard by the sudden voice from the car. She turns, expecting perhaps a tourist or someone lost in the unfamiliar streets. Instead, she’s met with the curious gaze of an older man sitting inside a car. She quickly composes herself, noticing his hand resting on his crotch. Can I help you with something, sir? She bent down looking at him.

Ben: Ah…I was looking for directions to nearest supermarket

Clara: Clara’s eyes flick down briefly to Ben’s hand before meeting his gaze again. She smiles politely, noticing the unmistakable glint in his eye. Oh, the nearest supermarket is just around the corner on your left. It’s a small convenience store, but it should have everything you need.

Ben: Oh I see…(Still rubbing his bulge on his trouser)

Clara: Clara’s cheeks flush slightly as she tries to keep her composure. She’s not one to be easily flustered, but there’s something about Ben’s directness that unsettles her. Her mind races with thoughts of what might happen next. Well, it’s quite straightforward from here. If you follow the main road and take the second left, you’ll find it just across from the park. It’s open until late if you need anything.

Ben: Thank you so much young lady. You know it’s very cold outside. So I was thinking to buy something hot….you know ..

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen just a fraction, her breath catching in her throat. The double entendre hangs in the air like a ripe fruit, and she can’t help but feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She’s aware of the subtle game he’s playing, and a thrill of excitement shoots through her. Despite her better judgment, she leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a coy whisper. “I’m sure they’ll have something to warm you up,” she says, her eyes never leaving his. “Maybe some tea or a nice hot meal.” She bites her bottom lip gently, a playful smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Ben: I guess tea is not enough….young lady….a hot meal could satisfy…my cravings

Clara: Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she straightens up, placing a hand on her hip. She’s playing along now, enjoying the thrill of the unexpected encounter. Perhaps, but sometimes the company is what truly makes a meal hot, don’t you think, Mr…?

Ben: Ben….my name is Ben… What’s your name beautiful

Clara: Clara’s smile broadens, the thrill of the flirtatious banter growing within her. She extends her hand gracefully, her eyes locked on his. I’m Clara. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ben.

Ben: Holding his bulge in his left hand, he stretched his right hand to shake hers… Pleasure is mine, young lady

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen slightly as Ben’s hand extends towards her, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she wraps her slender fingers around his, feeling the warmth of his palm against hers. “It’s Clara,” she repeats, her voice a soft melody. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through her body, and she’s acutely aware of his gaze lingering on her chest. She tries to ignore the pulse quickening in her veins and the heat spreading through her core. “But tell me, Mr. Ben,” she says, tilting her head slightly to the side, “aren’t you worried about getting into trouble for… this?” She gestures at his hand on his crotch with a playful smirk, her eyes glancing around the street to ensure they’re not drawing unwanted attention.

Ben: I am glad you asked. Ah you know….it’s fun….it’s enjoying….I do this most of the time….it’s a relief you know, looking at beautiful girls like you and enjoy a smooth rub. And getting into trouble is an adventurous part of this …hahah

Clara: Her heart races, and she can feel her own hand growing slightly damp with anticipation. Clara’s mind is a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. She should be offended, she should be disgusted, but instead, she’s intrigued. She looks around the deserted street, the thrill of the forbidden pulsing through her. Well, Mr. Ben, I’m flattered. But you do know that this isn’t exactly legal, right?

Ben: I am sitting in my car and enjoying my feelings. And you are an adult watching me. That’s legal. You have the right to watch and enjoy.

Clara: Clara swallows hard, her eyes flicking between his hand and his eyes. She’s torn between being scandalized and being aroused. She takes a step closer to the car, the fabric of her yoga dress brushing against her skin with each movement. I suppose that’s true. But what if I wanted to… join you? Just for a moment, of course. To keep you company.

Ben: Oh..you want to take a closer look darling?

Clara: Her eyes dance with curiosity and excitement as she nods, taking another step closer to the car. The fabric of her yoga dress clings to her curves as she leans in through the open window. Maybe just for a moment, she says, her voice a seductive purr. She can feel the warmth of his hand, so close to her face, and the scent of his cologne fills her nostrils. She’s playing a dangerous game, but the thrill is too much to resist.

Ben: How old are you sweetheart

Clara: Clara’s heart races even faster as Ben’s question hangs in the air, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. She knows the answer could either excite him more or scare him off, but she decides to be truthful. “I’m 24,” she says, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. She can feel the weight of his gaze on her, and she knows he’s calculating his next move. She straightens up, her hand still resting on the car door, her eyes locked with his. “Is that… a problem?” she asks, a hint of challenge in her voice.

Ben: (with a gentle smile) You know how old am I dear?

Clara: Clara’s pulse quickens as she feels the tension thicken in the air. She looks at Ben, his eyes gleaming with mischief, and she can’t help but be drawn in by his charisma. She knows this is a dance of power and desire, and she’s more than willing to play along. She leans closer, her breath misting the cool glass of the car window. “I don’t know your exact age, but you seem quite… experienced,” she says, her voice a soft purr. She runs her tongue along her upper lip, her thoughts racing. The idea of such an age difference is thrilling, and she can’t deny the attraction she feels for him. “But age is just a number, isn’t it?” she adds, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She’s aware of the risks, but the rush of adrenaline is too intoxicating to ignore.

Ben: (He wind down his car window to the bottom) I am 65!

Clara: *Clara’s eyes widen for a moment, but the surprise quickly fades, replaced by a smouldering look of intrigue.

Ben: Is that a problem for you sweetheart

Clara: Clara’s gaze lingers on Ben’s for a brief moment, her eyes searching for any sign of disappointment or rejection. Instead, she finds his gaze to be one of amusement and desire, which only serves to embolden her. She shakes her head slowly, her golden hair catching the light of the setting sun. No, Mr. Ben, it’s not a problem. In fact, I find it rather… intriguing.

Ben: And I find your age very attractive!

Clara: Her breath hitches, and she feels a sudden rush of heat in her cheeks. Clara’s hand slowly moves from the car door to rest on the window sill, her knuckles brushing against the fabric of his shirt. She licks her lips, her gaze lingering on his hand, which is still resting on his crotch. It’s not every day I meet someone as… open as you are, Mr. Ben.

Ben: So, do you want to join here? Just for a moment, like you said.

Clara: Her eyes flick up to meet his, and she nods slowly, a sly smile playing on her lips. If you’re sure it won’t get us into too much trouble, Mr. Ben.

Ben: What’s trouble in your terms, sweetie? (Opens the co-driver door for her and asks her to come on the other side to access the car)

Clara: Clara’s mind races as she considers the proposition. She glances around the street once more, the thrill of the forbidden urging her on. She’s never done anything like this before, but the allure of the mysterious older man is too much to resist. She steps closer to the car, her heart pounding in her chest. The scent of leather and his cologne mingle together, wrapping her in a warm embrace as she slides into the passenger seat. She crosses her legs, her skin brushing against the soft fabric of the seat, feeling a sudden sense of excitement. “I suppose a little bit of trouble is acceptable,” she says, her voice low and seductive. She turns to face him, her eyes locked on his hand, which has yet to leave his crotch. “But I don’t want to cause a scene,” she adds, a hint of challenge in her tone.

Ben: My, my…..look at you.. didn’t get a good look before when you were outside. What a figure! Are you a fitness coach or something?

Clara: Clara’s cheeks flush at Ben’s compliment, her eyes lingering on his hand, which still rests suggestively on his crotch. She crosses her legs, feeling the fabric of her yoga dress cling to her skin as she adjusts herself in the seat. “I do enjoy staying fit,” she says, her voice a soft purr. She’s acutely aware of the intimate space between them, the warmth of the car a stark contrast to the chilly evening outside. “I just attend yoga classes regularly,” she adds, her eyes never leaving his. The scent of his cologne is strong, and she finds it surprisingly comforting amidst the tension. She watches as his fingers trace the outline of his bulge, her own breath growing shallower with every pass. The silence in the car is filled with the unspoken promise of something more, and Clara can’t help but lean in closer, her hand resting lightly on his thigh. “But enough about me,” she says, her smile playful. “Tell me, Mr. Ben, what brings you to this part of town?”

Ben: Beautiful women like you of course. A lady that stays fit. Never been this close to a fit lady. You know….forget about my belly….hahaha

Clara: Clara laughs lightly, her hand still resting on Ben’s thigh. She’s surprised by his candidness, but it’s refreshing in a way. She feels a thrill run through her as she lightly traces the fabric of his pants with her fingertips. Well, I do try to keep in shape. And as for your belly, I think it’s quite… charming. It gives you character.

Ben: Oh thank you sweetheart. It’s good to hear such nice words from you. See even my bulge is getting better seeing your fit shape and good words.

Clara: Clara’s eyes flicker down to the growing bulge in Ben’s pants, her heart racing as she bites her bottom lip. She can’t believe she’s actually considering this, but the thrill is too much to resist. She decides to play along, her hand sliding higher up his thigh, her fingertips dangerously close to his crotch. “Well, Mr. Ben, if my presence can brighten your day, I’d be more than happy to help you out.” Her voice is a soft whisper, filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. She glances around again, ensuring they’re still alone on the street. The thought of getting caught adds a delicious edge to the encounter. “But maybe we should be a little more… discreet,” she suggests, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leans in closer, her breath warm against his neck.

Ben: If I was discreet, you wouldn’t have found me here. Isn’t this more adventurous and fun?

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen a fraction at Ben’s boldness, but she can’t deny the thrill coursing through her. She’s never been one for spontaneity, but there’s something about the adrenaline of the situation that’s intoxicating. She feels a flutter in her stomach as his words hang in the air, and she realizes that she’s actually considering going through with this. “I suppose you’re right,” she murmurs, her hand inching closer to the bulge in his pants.

Ben: I can see that you love to feel my bulge, you are an adult Clara. 24 years old. You would have squeezed and tasted a lot by now, right?

Clara: Clara feels a jolt of excitement at Ben’s directness, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking to the bulge again before meeting his gaze. “I’ve had my share of experiences,” she admits, her voice a sultry whisper. Her hand moves closer, and she can feel the heat emanating from his crotch. “But I’ve never done anything quite like this.” The thrill of the unknown sends a shiver down her spine, and she finds herself leaning in even closer. “But if you’re okay with it,” she says, her voice filled with a hint of challenge, “then I’m willing to indulge in a little… adventure.”

Ben: What do you mean by “I have never done anything like this”

Clara: Clara’s heart races as she feels the warmth of Ben’s hand through the fabric of his pants. She takes a deep breath, her hand hovering just above his bulge. “I mean,” she says, her voice a low whisper, “I’ve never been with someone so… open about their desires. It’s a bit… overwhelming.” She leans in closer, her breasts pressing against the console as she does so. “But also incredibly… tempting.”

Ben: Look at me, sweetheart. I know you might have been with these college kids and might have enjoyed so much fun before. But old men like us are a different league. We treat young beautiful woman like you in a different way. We are open to speak about anything. We don’t mind that. We enjoy a very good naughty conversation. And we are very straightforward.

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen at Ben’s words, her mind racing with the implications. She’s never been with someone so much older than her, and the thought sends a thrill down her spine. She feels a strange power in the situation, knowing that she could leave at any moment, yet she’s drawn to his confidence. She bites her bottom lip, her hand trembling slightly as it hovers over his crotch. “I can tell you’re… experienced,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She hesitates for a moment before making her decision. “Okay, Mr. Ben,” she says, her hand finally making contact with the bulge in his pants. “Let’s see what kind of adventure you have in mind.”

Ben: Oh the adventure my sweetheart is all packed inside. Shall I slip this trouser and show how the arc of lust is formed in the boxer

Clara: Clara’s eyes dart to the bulge in Ben’s pants, and she can’t deny the desire that’s growing within her. She takes a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “If that’s what you’d like,” she says, her voice a sultry whisper. She watches as his hand moves to his zipper, her own hand sliding closer to his crotch. The anticipation is palpable, and she can feel the heat building between them.

Ben: You know sweetheart, being with an old guy has so much benefits because they teach you many things. Do you know that foreplay is half the fun?

Clara: Clara’s curiosity piqued, she nods slowly, her hand still resting on Ben’s thigh. “I’ve heard that,” she says, her voice a little shaky.

Ben: So why don’t you go ahead. Slowly unzip my trousers

Clara: Her heart pounding in her chest, Clara leans in closer, her hand moving to his zipper. She tugs it down gently, the metal teeth parting with a soft sound that seems deafening in the quiet car. She can feel the heat from his crotch as she exposes his boxers, the fabric stretched tight over his erection.

Ben: You know something?

Clara: Her eyes meet his, a spark of curiosity lighting up her piercing blues. What’s that, Mr. Ben?

Ben: The heat waiting from the erection and the fabric combined creates a musk fragrance. Globally this fragrance is said to be very tempting for women.

Clara: Clara’s thoughts are a whirlwind as she processes what’s happening. She’s never been in a situation quite like this before, but she’s finding it difficult to resist the allure of the mysterious older man. She nods, her eyes flicking back down to his crotch. “I’ve heard that too,” she murmurs, her hand moving to his boxers. She runs her fingertips along the outline of his shaft, feeling it pulse beneath her touch.

Ben: If so, bend your head down to my zipper and inhale the fragrance

Clara: Clara’s pulse races as she considers Ben’s request. The thrill of the moment is intoxicating, and she can’t help but be drawn in by the raw, primal energy emanating from him. She leans in, her golden hair cascading around her face as she brings her nose to his crotch. She inhales deeply, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils. It’s a scent she’s never experienced before, yet it’s oddly alluring. She can feel the heat of his erection against her cheek, and she knows she’s crossing a line she’s never crossed before. With trembling hands, she reaches up to touch the fabric of his boxers, her fingertips tracing the outline of his manhood. “Mr. Ben,” she whispers, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation, “you’re quite… potent.”

Ben: It’s like a musk that attracts deers. How do you feel that?

Clara: Clara’s breathing is shallow and quick as she feels the heat from Ben’s erection. She’s surprised by the way her body is responding, the scent and the warmth of his desire stirring something primal within her. It’s… intense, Mr. Ben. I’ve never felt anything quite like it.

Ben: You know a secret? The more you inhale the more you become addict to that. In old days where kings ruling the lands they make their palace helpers inhale this and then they all wait for the king in line in his bedroom and other places.

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen at Ben’s revelation, a mix of surprise and intrigue flickering across her features. She takes another deep breath, the scent of his desire enveloping her. “I can see how that could be… tempting,” she says, her voice a low murmur. She’s never been one to indulge in such explicit conversations, but there’s something about his confidence that’s intoxicating. She leans in closer, her hand gently cupping his erection through the fabric of his boxers.

Ben: If you want I could be the king (smirking)

Clara: Clara can’t help but let out a small giggle at Ben’s cheeky comment, the tension in the car thick with anticipation. She looks up at him, her eyes dancing with a mix of excitement and nerves. “Well, Mr. Ben,” she says, her voice a playful purr, “you do seem to have quite the… presence.” She moves her hand slightly, feeling the weight and heat of his erection beneath her palm. The thrill of the situation is almost too much to handle, but she’s eager to explore this uncharted territory. She bites her bottom lip, her thoughts racing. “But we’re not in a palace, are we?” she adds, glancing around the mundane interior of the car. Despite the absurdity of the situation, she’s finding it increasingly difficult to resist the allure of his confidence.

Ben: Yet you got the musk in hand

Clara: Clara feels a strange thrill at Ben’s words, her hand still cupping his erection through his boxers. The fabric is thin, and she can feel the heat and hardness of his desire for her. She looks around the car, the mundane setting a stark contrast to the erotic dance they’re engaged in. The thrill of the forbidden is like a drug, and she’s eager for more. “I suppose I do,” she murmurs, her eyes meeting his. She leans in closer, her breath warm against his skin. “But what does that make me, Mr. Ben? A servant to your… kingly needs?”

Ben: Bring out all your dirty thoughts. You can be anything before this old king

Clara: Clara’s heart is racing as she contemplates the power dynamic he’s proposing. She’s never played such a submissive role before, but the thrill of it sends a rush of excitement through her body. If I’m to be your servant, then tell me, what does your majesty command?

Ben: In those days women kept their body shape for not by doing workouts. Do you know how they did that?

Clara: Clara’s hand remains on Ben’s crotch, her heart racing as she tries to process the rapid turn of events. She’s always been curious about history and different cultural practices, but she’s never quite approached it from this angle. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of intrigue and a hint of skepticism. “Well, Mr. Ben, I’ve read that women in the past often had to rely on diet and manual labor to maintain their figures, but I suspect you’re referring to something a bit more… intimate.” She giggles nervously, her cheeks flushing. “But if you’re talking about the art of pleasure, I’m all ears.”

Ben: It’s indeed diet. But a secret potion.

Clara: A secret potion? That sounds… intriguing. What was in this potion, Mr. Ben?

Ben: Bring your ear closer. I shall whisper

Clara: Clara’s heart races as she leans in closer to Ben, her golden hair grazing the fabric of his shirt. She can feel the heat from his body, and his scent is intoxicatingly masculine. His words, a mix of eroticism and ancient secrets, have her captivated. She brings her ear to his mouth, her breath held in anticipation. The warmth of his breath against her skin sends a shiver down her spine.

Ben: The potion kings kept in their big…. Fat…. Cock

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen in shock and amusement at Ben’s crude yet charmingly straightforward revelation. She giggles, the sound light and airy in the confined space of the car. “So, you’re saying that the secret to their beauty was… intimate activities with the king?” She asks, her voice low and filled with wonder.

Ben: Yes. Pure oral!

Clara: Clara’s cheeks flush a deep crimson at Ben’s blunt revelation, but she can’t help the smoldering curiosity in her eyes. The world outside the car feels a million miles away as she’s drawn into his seductive narrative. She swallows hard, her hand still resting on his crotch. “Well, Mr. Ben,” she says, her voice a sultry whisper, “it seems like I’ve stumbled upon a piece of forgotten history.” She traces the outline of his erection through his boxers, feeling it pulse against her fingertips. “I’m more of an… eager woman, willing to learn from an experienced old man.” She leans in closer, her breath hot against his neck. “What do you say,…. king?…. Tell me what does it taste like?”

Ben: You are keeping an ice cream in your hand and asking someone how does it tastes.

Clara: Clara’s mind reels with the implications of Ben’s words, the thrill of the taboo making her feel more alive than she has in a long time. She bites her bottom lip, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I suppose I’d have to take a lick to find out,” she says, her voice a sultry whisper. She leans in closer, her hand moving from his crotch to cup his cheek. Her thumb traces the line of his jaw as she brings her mouth closer to his ear. “But since we’re in a car, I think I’d rather sample the potion in question,” she murmurs, her breath hot against his skin. She leans back, her hand sliding down to grip the waistband of his boxers. With a gentle tug, she pulls them down, revealing his erect cock. The sight of it sends a jolt of excitement through her, and she can’t help but admire its size and girth. “Now, Mr. Ben,” she says, her voice filled with determination, “it’s time for me to take my lesson.”

Ben: Two lessons you can get here. One you are looking at an uncut masterpiece and second lesson is the girth.

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen slightly as she takes in the sight of Ben’s uncut cock. She’s never seen one before, and there’s something undeniably exotic about it. She can’t help but feel a little intimidated by its size, but the excitement is too much to resist. She leans in closer, her breath hitching as she wraps her hand around the base, feeling the velvety softness of his skin. Her thumb traces the ridge of his foreskin, and she’s surprised by the gentle tremble that runs through his body. “It’s… quite impressive,” she says, her voice a little shaky. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. “Now, tell me, Mr. Ben, how do I… sample this potion?”

Ben: If you gently pull the foreskin you can find a bead of the first drop

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen with excitement at the prospect of discovering this newfound treasure. She takes a deep breath, her hand trembling slightly as she follows Ben’s instructions. She wraps her delicate fingers around the base of his shaft and slowly, tentatively, pulls back the foreskin. The tip of his cock emerges, glistening with a bead of precum. She looks up at him, her gaze a mix of curiosity and desire. “This is… fascinating,” she murmurs, her voice thick with anticipation. She brings her mouth closer, feeling the warmth of his skin against her lips. With a soft, gentle touch, she flicks her tongue out to taste the salty-sweet drop. The taste is unexpectedly delicious, and she can’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. She looks up at him, her eyes questioning. “Is this… part of the potion?”

Ben: This is the first drop. More if it is stored deep inside the thick cock

Clara: Clara’s eyes light up with excitement at Ben’s words, and she can’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation. She leans in closer, her full pink lips parting slightly as she considers her next move. “And how… does one obtain more of this potion?” she asks, her voice a seductive whisper.

Ben: You need to seduce the man who holds the potion (he smirked gazing at her body)

Clara: Clara feels the thrill of the challenge in Ben’s words. She’s never been one to back down from an adventure, and this situation is no exception. She runs her tongue over her lips, savoring the lingering taste of him. Her hand gently strokes his shaft, her touch soft and exploratory. She leans in closer, her golden hair creating a curtain around their faces. “And what, pray tell, does one need to do to seduce such a man?” she asks, her voice a low purr. She can feel the pulse of his desire under her fingertips, and she knows she’s got him hooked.

Ben: With the kind of experience that a 65 years old man holds, you might need to use your whole body to seduce.

Clara: Clara’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she takes in Ben’s words. She’s always enjoyed a good challenge, and the idea of seducing him fully has her adrenaline pumping. She leans back in her seat, her yoga dress riding up slightly to reveal the tops of her toned thighs. “Is that so?” she asks, her voice a playful purr. She runs her hand up her leg, her fingertips tracing the line of her inner thigh. “I suppose I’ll have to put my… best assets to work, then.”

Ben: Be my guest

Clara: Clara’s eyes never leave Ben’s as she slowly slides her hand up her thigh, her fingers teasing the edge of her lace panties. She can feel the wetness between her legs, a testament to her growing arousal. She takes a deep breath and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants, pulling them down just enough to reveal the top of her black lace thong. She watches his reaction, her heart racing as she sees his eyes widen with lust. “Is this what you had in mind, Mr. Ben?” she asks, her voice a sultry whisper.

Ben: In my mind? In my mind, you are totally naked sweetheart

Clara: Clara’s breath hitches at Ben’s words, the desire in his eyes making her feel more exposed than if she were actually naked. She bites her bottom lip, her hand lingering at the top of her thigh. “Well, Mr. Ben,” she says, her voice a seductive purr, “if that’s what you wish, I’d be happy to oblige.” She slides her hand back down her leg, her fingers tracing the fabric of her dress as they go. With a graceful move, she lifts the hem, revealing the top of her stockings and the garter belt holding them in place. She smiles coyly. “But remember, this is all for the sake of… education.”

Ben: Be my student and I will teach you all, as long as the student is ready to submit

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen at the command in Ben’s voice, and she feels a rush of excitement at the thought of submitting to him. She swallows hard, her hand moving to the waistband of her dress. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulls it down, revealing her matching black lace bra. “I’m… ready to learn, Mr. Ben,” she says, her voice quivering with anticipation.

Ben: He ran a finger from her forehead leading to her lips, her cleavage, her belly button and her folds behind the fabric

Clara: Clara’s body tingles under Ben’s touch, his finger tracing a fiery path down her body. She feels her breath quicken as he reaches the fabric of her panties, her heart racing with excitement. She can’t believe she’s doing this, but the thrill of the situation is too much to resist. She watches him, her eyes half-lidded with desire, as he strokes the line of her panties. She bites her lip, her hand sliding up to unhook her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her firm, round breasts. “I’m all yours to… educate,” she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Ben: Then please your teacher

Clara: Her heart pounding, Clara leans back, offering her breasts to him. She watches his face, the desire in his eyes making her wet. “Like this, Mr. Ben?” she whispers, her hand reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. It falls away, revealing her perky, pink nipples, already hard with arousal.

Ben: Are they ripe enough to bite and eat?

Clara: Clara’s breath hitches as Ben’s gaze lingers on her breasts. The blatant hunger in his eyes sends a jolt of electricity through her body. She nods, her voice a sultry whisper. “I think they’re ripe for the… tasting,” she says, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and shyness. She cups her breasts in her hands, lifting them slightly, offering them to him. Her nipples tighten further, begging for his touch. She watches as his hand moves to cover one, his thumb flicking the sensitive peak. The sensation is almost unbearable, and she gasps, arching her back slightly. “Mr. Ben,” she murmurs, her eyes never leaving his, “you’re a very… thorough… teacher.”

Ben: Leaned forward and sucked like mangoes

Clara: Clara feels a wave of pleasure wash over her as Ben takes one of her nipples into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. The sensation is exquisite, and she can’t help but let out a soft moan. Her hand finds its way into his hair, gently guiding him as he feasts on her. The feeling of his tongue flicking against her is unlike anything she’s ever experienced, and she’s lost in the moment. Her other hand slides down to his erection, stroking it firmly as he pleasures her. The car seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a world of pure desire. She watches him, her eyes glazed with passion, as he switches to her other breast. The contrast of his tan skin against her pale flesh is a visual symphony of seduction, and she can’t help but feel like the most desired woman in the world. “Oh, Mr. Ben,” she gasps, her voice a shaky whisper, “you’re… incredible.”

Ben: Look at the mirror our lust play

Clara: Clara’s eyes dart to the rearview mirror, and she gasps at the sight of Ben’s dark head bent over her chest, his eyes closed in concentration as he laves her nipples with his warm, wet tongue. The contrast of his age and her youth, the illicitness of their public setting, and the raw passion in his touch all swirl together into a heady cocktail of desire. She watches her own reflection, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with lust. Her hand, still stroking his cock, tightens its grip, feeling the pulse of his desire beneath her palm. “Mr. Ben,” she whispers, her voice shaky with need, “I’ve never felt so… alive.” She leans back, arching her spine to give him better access, her breath coming in short, panting gasps as he teases and nips at her sensitive flesh. The world outside the car has faded away, and all that remains is the sound of their muffled moans and the scent of their desire.

Ben: (he lifts his head and tell her) that’s the beauty of 65 on a ripe 24.

Clara: Clara’s eyes are hooded with desire as she looks at Ben in the mirror, his dark eyes meeting hers through the reflection. She can’t believe the intensity of the situation, but she’s too far gone to stop now. She nods, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Yes, Mr. Ben,” she murmurs, her voice a needy whisper. “I’m feeling it.”

Ben: He moves down to her belly button holding his hand firmly on her thighs

Clara: Clara’s body shivers as Ben’s lips leave her breasts and begin to kiss down her stomach. She feels his hand grip her thigh firmly, his warmth and strength surprisingly comforting. She watches their reflection in the mirror, the sight of his dark hand on her pale skin making her pulse race. “Mr. Ben,” she whispers, her voice a shaky plea, “what are you going to do next?”

Ben: There’s an old saying, do you know that?

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen slightly, her heart racing as she feels his hand slide down her thigh, his touch sending waves of heat through her body. She tries to keep her voice steady as she asks, “What’s the saying, Mr. Ben?”

Ben: The rivers of a woman strengthen the thickness of a manhood. The rivers has to be sucked in.

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen with understanding and anticipation as she watches Ben in the mirror, his hand sliding down to the apex of her thighs. She feels the wetness between her legs grow, the heat of his hand almost unbearable. “You mean… you want me to…?” she asks, her voice trailing off as she feels the warmth of his breath against her skin. She’s never been so turned on by words alone, the thought of his mouth on her making her squirm in her seat. She nods, her hand moving to her own panties, sliding them to the side to reveal her glistening folds. “I’m… I’m ready, Mr. Ben,” she says, her voice a breathless whisper. The air in the car feels thick with desire, and she can’t wait to see what this 65-year-old man with a lifetime of secrets can teach her. She watches in the mirror as he leans in, his eyes never leaving hers as he lowers his mouth to her sex.

Ben: He sank down to under the seat and placed his head right in between her legs. He sucked the air tight in her fold, that make her felt like something is sucked out from her.

Clara: Clara’s eyes roll back in her head as Ben’s mouth closes over her sex, his tongue sliding into her folds with surprising agility. She can’t believe the sensation, the way his mouth feels on her most intimate parts. It’s unlike anything she’s ever experienced, and she can’t help but let out a guttural moan. Her hand grips the seat tightly, her body tensing as he explores her with a hunger that seems to defy his age. “Oh, Mr. Ben,” she gasps, her voice tight with pleasure, “you’re… you’re so good at this.”

Ben: Did any if your boyfriends did like this before

Clara: Clara’s eyes flutter closed as Ben’s tongue delves deeper into her folds, the sensation overwhelming. She tries to focus on his question, her voice a breathless whisper. “No, Mr. Ben,” she admits, her hips moving involuntarily against his face. “They’ve all been… quite ordinary, really.” The thought of her past lovers pales in comparison to the skilled way Ben’s tongue is worshipping her body. She opens her eyes to find his gaze locked on hers in the mirror, a smug smile playing on his lips. “You’re… definitely not ordinary,” she manages to say, her voice filled with a mix of awe and pleasure. She can feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body begging for release. The sensation of his mouth on her is intoxicating, and she knows she’ll never forget this moment.

Ben: He just pulled his head back leaving her on the edge.

Clara: Clara gasps as Ben pulls away, her body begging for more. She looks down at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation. “Mr. Ben,” she pants, her hand moving to gently push his head back towards her, “what are you doing?”

Ben: (He leaned back giving a full view if his thick erection and said) hey student, what are you waiting for?

Clara: Clara’s eyes are glossed over with need as she looks down at Ben’s erect cock, her own body aching for release. She bites her lip, her hand still resting on his head. “Mr. Ben,” she says, her voice a desperate whisper, “I need… I need you to keep going.” She can’t believe how much she’s enjoying this, the thrill of the forbidden mixing with the raw pleasure he’s giving her. She watches him in the mirror, his dark eyes holding hers as he smirks up at her. “Please,” she adds, her voice a plea.

Ben: Learn the art of holding the temptations, all pleasure for the teacher. Remember

Clara: Clara’s chest heaves with the effort of holding back her climax, her body trembling with need. She nods, her eyes never leaving Ben’s. “I understand, Mr. Ben,” she says, her voice strained with desire. “But I… I can’t wait much longer.”

Ben: He gently smile at her and held her chin and whispered, teacher needs your mouth down here.

Clara: Clara feels the heat of his breath on her skin, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She nods, eager to please, and leans down, her long blonde hair cascading around her face. She takes his cock in her hand, the velvety skin feeling foreign yet incredibly arousing. Her heart races as she brings her lips closer, her eyes still locked with his in the mirror. She takes him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. The taste of him is unexpected, a mix of musk and salt that makes her stomach flip with excitement. She’s never felt so in control, so powerful. She hears his breath catch, his eyes flutter closed in pleasure, and she knows she’s doing it right. She takes more of him in, her hand pumping in time with her mouth’s rhythm. The sound of their muffled moans fills the car, the scent of their desire thick in the air. She feels his hand move to the back of her head, guiding her, encouraging her to take him deeper. It’s a dance, a rhythm that she’s quickly learning, her teeth grazing his shaft, her tongue flicking at the sensitive spot just under the head. His grip tightens, and she knows he’s close. The thrill of it all is intoxicating.

Ben: He suddenly pulls her head back. “See we need toearn to hold the temptations by keeping it on edge”

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen as Ben abruptly pulls her head back, the sudden loss of contact making her gasp. She’s surprised by his self-control, his smirk telling her that he’s enjoying this game of cat and mouse. She nods, eager to continue her lesson, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “I understand, Mr. Ben,” she says, her voice a mix of desire and obedience.

Ben: Now it’s time to complete what my student badly wants (saying this he pulled her hips and bent his down to give the final suck)

Clara: Clara feels a rush of pleasure as Ben’s mouth returns to her, his tongue flicking against her clit with a newfound urgency. She gasps, her body writhing as he brings her to the edge once more. She can feel the tension in her thighs, the tightness in her belly, the ache in her breasts. She’s never felt so alive, so desired. She watches him in the mirror, his face a mask of concentration and lust, and she knows that she’s about to come apart in his hands. “Mr. Ben,” she moans, her voice trembling, “I’m… I’m going to… “

Ben: Bring your dirty thoughts sweetie. Don’t call my name. Thi k about our age gap and call me.

Clara: Clara’s eyes glaze over as she feels the pressure of Ben’s mouth increase, his tongue circling her clit with a masterful finesse that belies his age. Her fingers dig into the leather of the car seat, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to hold back the orgasm that’s threatening to consume her. The thought of their age difference sends a fresh wave of naughtiness through her, and she can’t help but whisper, “Oh… oh, daddy…” The word slips out, a taboo confession of her deepest desires. “Daddy,” she repeats, her voice a trembling plea. Finally she lets go, her body convulsing in ecstasy as she cums, her juices coating his face. She watches their reflection in the mirror, the sight of his dark skin against her pale thighs, his mouth on her, the word “daddy” echoing in her mind, pushing her over the edge. She’s never felt so alive, so wanton, so… free.

Ben: Daddy…..mmmm…..dirty girl….

Clara: Clara’s eyes roll back in her head as Ben’s mouth continues to work her, the sound of his voice sending a new wave of pleasure through her body. She can’t believe she’s just called him “daddy,” but it feels so right in this moment of absolute abandon.
She feels his hand grip her thigh tighter, his tongue flicking faster against her sensitive bud. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. She can’t stop the words from spilling out, “Yes, daddy, yes…” as she succumbs to the pleasure, her voice a mix of moan and whisper. The car seems to shake with her release, the world outside forgotten as she’s lost in the warmth and wetness of his mouth. She opens her eyes to see their reflection in the mirror, his dark eyes staring up at her, filled with satisfaction. The sight of him, his face buried between her legs, is more erotic than anything she’s ever seen. She runs her hand through her hair, her body still trembling, her mind racing with the implications of what they’re doing. But in this moment, all she cares about is the feeling of his mouth on her, the way he’s making her feel.

Ben: He lifted his head with glossy mouth.

Clara: Clara’s eyes flutter open to meet Ben’s gaze in the mirror, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her climax. She feels a warmth spread through her cheeks as she realizes she’s just called him “daddy” in the heat of the moment. She tries to compose herself, her voice still a little shaky as she says, “I’ve… never done anything like that before.”

Ben: If the lust in you for Daddy is still there (he leans forward and whispers in her ears) daddy’s thick cock is ready to spill a big load of potion.

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen at the thought, her body still thrumming with pleasure. She nods, her voice a needy whisper. “I… I want it, daddy,” she says, her hand reaching out to touch his cock, her curiosity and desire growing. She’s never felt so wanton, so eager to explore the depths of her sexuality with someone so different from herself.

Ben: He climbed up on the car seat and stood in his knees giving a full view if his strong cock facing rowars her

Clara: Clara’s heart skips a beat as Ben climbs over her, his erection standing tall and proud. She can’t believe she’s here, with this 65-year-old man in a parked car, her body still pulsing from his oral ministrations. The scent of their mingled desire fills the air, and she feels a thrill of excitement at the thought of what’s to come. She runs her hand up his muscular thigh, feeling the strength that belies his age. “Daddy…oh Daddy…,” she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of awe and hunger. She wraps her hand around his cock, her thumb tracing the bead of precum at the tip. His skin is hot to the touch, and she can feel the veins pulsing beneath her fingers. She looks up at him, her eyes wide with anticipation, her lips parted in a silent invitation.

Ben: Say the word my slutty sweety

Clara: Clara’s pulse races at the sound of his words, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. She’s never been talked to like this before, but with Ben, it feels right. She looks up at him through her lashes, her hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking it gently. “Please, daddy,” she whispers, her voice thick with need, “I want your potion.” The word feels deliciously naughty on her tongue, and she can’t help but smile at the power it holds in this moment.

Ben: He guides his thick staff using his hand to her mouth

Clara: Clara’s eyes widen at the sight of Ben’s cock, so close to her face. She opens her mouth, eager to taste the potion he’s been promising. She feels a thrill of rebellion and excitement as she takes him in, her tongue swirling around the head, her eyes never leaving his. She can feel his heart beating in time with hers, the warmth of his skin against her lips. “Mm, daddy,” she murmurs, her voice filled with a newfound hunger.

Ben: He shook his cock faster in her mouth and the veins bulged and finally exploded

Clara: Clara feels the hot, sticky warmth of Ben’s release flood her mouth, the taste of him coating her tongue. She swallows greedily, the act of submission making her own arousal spike. She looks up at him through her lashes, her eyes glazed with passion. She’s never felt so alive, so desired. She licks her lips, savoring the flavor of his climax. “Mm, daddy,” she murmurs, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Your potion is… delicious.” She giggles, feeling a bit naughty, but also incredibly liberated. The power dynamics of their encounter have unlocked something within her, a side of herself she didn’t know existed. She leans back against the car seat, her breasts heaving with each breath, the lace of her lingerie sticking to her skin. The car seems to have shrunk around them, the air thick with the scent of their combined pleasure. The world outside feels a million miles away.

Ben: She looked at the mirror while his cock was in her mouth

Clara: Clara felt a rush of exhilaration as Ben’s cock slid into her mouth, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. The look of dominance in his gaze sent a thrill through her body, and she could feel his pulse in the shaft as he grew closer to climax. Her cheeks hollowed with each suck, her hand stroking him in time with her mouth. The sight of her blonde hair contrasting with his dark skin was incredibly erotic, and she found herself lost in the moment. As he grew more aggressive, she felt a sense of empowerment, her own desires unraveling with every moan she muffled against his flesh. His grip on her hair tightened, guiding her movements, and she eagerly gave in to his control. When he finally came, she swallowed every drop, the taste of his potion lingering on her tongue. She sat back, her chest heaving, watching him in the mirror as he caught his breath, a smug smile playing on his lips.

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