My figure is Luke. I'm 22 years old, and I love to travel. My grandfather passed away when I was in senior high school but he left behind a fortune in his will for his two minor, my father and my aunt. My grandfather left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put nigh 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 yr as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my girlfriend of six class decided to break off things off with me. My degree had plummeted and I was just not happy. I decided to take a year off and consecrate prison term to myself and mend. 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 world and live on comfortably for at least a year.

I started my grand tour of the world, flying from Golden State to Iceland. I stayed in Republic of Iceland for about a month and explored the body politic, staying in lodge. I made Quaker everywhere I went and did activities like hiking, encampment, and pleasure trip. 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 Espana and traveled across the country. I stayed in Sevilla, Madrid, and Barcelona. I had the fourth dimension of my lifespan in each city, enjoying the nightlife and the culture everywhere I went. I took prompt trips over to Ibiza, and Portuguese Republic. After almost two month in Spain, I decided to get a train over to Anatole France and spend a week or so in Paris. From genus Paris, I will maneuver over to the seashore and visit Nice and Principality of Monaco.

I spent clip getting to explore French capital when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel pillar and climbed it, went shopping, visited the louvre, Notre Dame, and the one thousand Palais. All within the first few days of my comer. I made some friends at my hostel that I stayed at. auberge were the best way to journey as they're very economical for lodging. They also provide people the unique chance to meet other fellow traveller from around the world.

Toward the end of my offset workweek in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the urban center. One of the Guy that runs the hostel I'm staying at gave me an savoir-faire down the street to rent bike for the day for really good price. With a small backpack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental plaza. I carry my billfold, phone, map of France and of Paris, collation and water. I pick up my motorcycle, and adjudicate to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the charge hour in the city and head towards the outskirts. I don't have a destination in intellect. I just want to go explore. After a couple time of day on the route, I pull off the independent route and happen a position street that leads into a small settlement. The Greenwich Village is surrounded by mountains and sits in a vale. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see pocket-sized nursing home, farms, and a large steeple in the marrow of the village. The side route I'm on takes me into the heart of the small town. It's almost a ghost township as very few the great unwashed are out and about. I ride by and a few French people local anaesthetic wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and parking lot it succeeding to a bakery. I was pretty hungry and this looked like the only place in town that served food.

I take a good look at the small shoes. It's two stories. The first storey is the bakehouse and the second story looks to be residential. nigh in all probability the owner of the bakeshop lives upstairs. I read the sign that hangs high over the doorway.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very little French. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the logotype with fresh simoleons and yield next to the name on the signboard, I wouldn't have been able to gauge that boulangerie is French for bakery. I can say hi, yes, no, please, sorry, and thank you in French people. That's about it. I was lucky that most of the lieu I've stayed so far, plenty of people spoke English and their native language. Here in the middle of nowhere, at least 70 Admiralty mile outside of Paris, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English.

I make my way inside into the bakeshop and the tone of tonic croissants, chocolate, and cheese welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the comeback, is a tumid sr. Gallic lady. She has a huge pan of sassy dough in her manpower. She takes the pan and puts it inside a prominent wood burning oven.

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

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

The dame asks what I want to ordination in French people, and I look at her, and tell her the only musical phrase I knew in Daniel Chester French.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

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

The variety lady looks at me with a sympathetic grin.

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

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

I point at a croissant on video display behind the glass that has ham, newly cheese, spinach, and other veggies. I signal to her with my hands that I want three of those croissant with a chicken feed of body of water.

The variety gentlewoman grin and gives me a thumb up as she preps my social club getting fresh croissants ready for me.

I take a tush across from the ordering arena. The seats are limited and the board are small. The kind peeress brings me a pitcher of weewee. With the piss, she also brings a fresh complimentary cup of umber.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and walks back to her bake expanse. And that's when I take a really good aspect at her.

I assume her epithet is Olga, as that's the name of the bakehouse. Olga is a big, plump mature cleaning woman looking to be in her late sixties. She's curt, about 5'2, with a fat belly and rolls on her sides. She has short brunette hair with a hairnet on. Her bosom are large, about DDD sized and sagged and I can narrate she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a wild blue yonder and purple blouse with an proscenium on over her. Olga's fount is chubby with a two-base hit chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, hands, and some on her boldness. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she's average 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 side to side each step she takes. Olga has large grandma step-in 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 marked-up with this fat granny has my rooster twitching, and growing in my pants.

Olga comes back out moments later with my food and says something to me in French people 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. She was driving me crazy ! In that very here and now, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to jump on her and lick every fold of her fat sweaty physical structure and just ram my cock deep inside her.

Olga grab me staring at her from afar. I can see a smiling from the corner of her mouth as she takes fresh 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 early 1920s, fantasizing about all the smutty things I can do to a fat, old lady out in the middle of nowhere in a extraneous 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 little bakehouse with no air conditioning. But why the panty ? She's walking around in her underwear with a customer here. Did she want to take hold of my attention ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she birth a husband or partner that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local anaesthetic Village whore. By her walking around in her panties all day with no bra on, this can give anyone well-to-do access to just walk up behind and fully take vantage of her.

All these thoughts crossed my thinker as I ate my delicious croissants. I didn't realize how hungry I was boulder clay I took that first bite ! By the fourth dimension I finish my plate, I decide I'm going to take the chance and see if she's down to meet with a Edward Young steamy American English guy like myself. I mean, what's the worst that can happen if my plan fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hell out of here on my wheel in no time.

I wave for Olga to number to my table.

She asks me in Gallic if I want anything else ( I assume ). I immediately stand up and look down at her as I'm taller. I wrap my limb around her thick waist as I grab the strap to her proscenium and untie 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 apron. She then rips off her blouse, exposing me to her large droop tit that plop down toward her belly. I take a good tone at her upper organic structure, covered in rolls and belly fat. Her titty have vauntingly areolas and thick nipples that are operose and perplex out. Olga has a big smile on her grimace, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

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

I nod my forefront as I take my hands and reach out to grab her boob. They're threatening as I pick them up and begin to constrict them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each massive tit. I grab her left tit and try to wedge as much of it in my lip as I can while I squeeze her right white meat with my other hired man and use my pointer fingerbreadth to trifle with her nipple. I then break my face in between her breasts as I continue to squeeze them. I shake my head left and powerful in between her titty while I squeeze them. My spit plays around getting a good appreciation of Olga's cleavage and breasts. She's incredibly sweaty and gustatory modality salty which drives me wild knowing she's dirty after a hard day of oeuvre so far.

I release my grasp from Olga's titties and resolve that it's time to see what's under those granny step-in she has on. I grab her hands and place them on the table. Olga bends her body over leaning on the table as I stand behind her and get a fantastic panorama of her ass. I crush against her shank as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the jungle. I grab her panty with both workforce and yank them down to her ankles in one motion. I'm hit with the aroma of her musky kitty as my face is close to her ass from behind. I take a commodity look at the jungle before my eyes as I take in the sight of Olga's hairy castor. Her pussycat mouth are enlarged and have hair on the edges of her vaginal folds. Her hair goes down beneath her legs and up toward her pubic region, with some hair near her dark asshole.

I spread open Olga's branch and tongue into her twat. I do this a few meter, and then call for two finger's breadth and stuff them into her timberland as they get lost cryptical inside her snatch.

Olga is restrained for the most office but she let's out some grunts with oceanic abyss moan. I hear her muttering something in French under her breath. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can tell apart she's wet. With each push and pulling in and out of her beaver, my digit get more and more slippery.

I do this for a few proceedings, fingering her pussy from behind. I realized that we are both uncovered right now and that anyone can take the air right in on us. I slip my digit out and necessitate a good puff of her hot and sweaty pussy. Olga stands up and turns to face me. I take my two finger's breadth and aim them for her mouth. She graciously accepts them as the grabs my arm. She licks and suction on my fingers getting a expectant taste of herself. She pops my digit out of her mouth, and licks her sassing.

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

Once up the stairs, we walk straight down the dorm to her sleeping accommodation. Olga has a fagot sized bed with a little night stand next to it. On top of it, is a little 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 snap up me pulling us close to each former. She leans her head to mine and we share a mysterious lustful candy kiss. Her breathing spell tastes like coffee and a hint of her slit from earlier as our clapper dance together in our mouths. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga undos my belt and Yankee-Doodle my pants down. She's met with the sight of my fat eight column inch rod. Her eye actually grow wide and light up with excitation.

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

I take off my shoes and dispatch all my wearing 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 stallion bed, Olga climbs on top and seize my cock with her hand. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the aid. Olga then leans down over to my crotch and begins to lick my shaft all the way down to my sack. While continuing to stroke my tool up and down, she licks my shaft from the tip to my formal. Without a great deal bother, she's able-bodied to soak up my full rod into her rima oris and down her throat. She grabs my ball sack and squeezes it while she shakes her foreland left and right with my cock deep in her rima oris. Only when she's out of intimation does she publish 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 exam skills that make my toes curl. All I can do while she sucks and deep throats my cock is groan with my eyes shut and my arms spread out wide-cut, grabbing onto the edges of the sheets.

Olga spits my shaft out of her mouth one concluding time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smile on her face. Before I can go, she grabs my stage and puts them into the air. She grabs my dick again and begins to drub my hammock. Her tongue sailplaning 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 visitor whirl 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 cock up and down.

Eventually, Olga pulls away from me.

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

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

I guess"shag"is a universal linguistic communication as Olga gets off the bed and signals for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her monolithic legs on the bound. She spreads them all-encompassing apart and lift them. I get a perfect horizon of her haired snatch as I stand between her legs. I grab my cock and pressing it up against her cunt. My peter is tickled by her thick wet President George W. Bush as I try to find her glorious entry with my tip. Once my tip finds the entrance to her sweaty passion hole, I easily slide myself into her. I'm hit with a upsurge of epinephrine as my consistence shakes with ecstasy. I'm nut deeply inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French granny.

With her legs up high, I grab them for support as I thrust my hip joint in and out of her bit.

Olga grunt with her eyes closed. She mutters something in Daniel Chester French over and over each time I shove my cock deep inside of her. I thrust as deep and hard as I can into her watching her soundbox jiggle like jelly each time I do so. I lower her stage and snaffle her by the waistline bringing her closer to me off the edge of the bed. As the mattress give are getting worn out and skreak loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat rolls as I pump my fat cock in and out of her soaking wet slit. Olga and I are both really sweaty as it's hot in the elbow room and our sex drive is through the ceiling !

I pull out of Olga to take hold of my intimation. It was clip to throw situation. I motion for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use cling signaling to suggest 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 snaffle my tool. Without a lot difficulty she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet hole and sits down taking all eight in of my meat up her snatch. I feel her pubic fuzz brush against my completely shaven crotch each time I slam myself deep inside her.

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

I wrap my implements of war around her back as I use my hips to keep tearing her cunt apart, thrusting up and down. Her knocker are shoved in my face as I try to live with one of her pap whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's entire body shift completely forward on me. I kind of panic as she's incredibly heavy and I'm suffocated with her boob in my face. I feel her take complete control over me as her consistency rising and barb deep down on my private parts. I feel her rise slowly and slam dance herself down taking every inch of my kernel up her hairy cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out loud I get a warm and wet touch sensation on my cock. I feel fluids running down my calamus and down my crotch as Olga hits a knock-down orgasm.

I know my reaching is soon to cum.

After a few moments of convalescence, Olga gets off of me and go up 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 compressed on her tummy. With her legs blanket open, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my cock getting ready to fuck her doggy style. 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 midst turncock up her asshole. What an absolute working girl she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting deep inside her morose cruddy hole. I spit a few times up her arse. I grab my rod and push it up against her colly sphincter. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push inch by in up her shitter. Her asshole is moderately tight. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my gumshoe up my ass. She's enjoying every second of it ! Once my cock is lug balls deep in her bum, I take slower drive, in and out of this rotund hag's arse. My orgasm is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga's ass each clip I thrust deep into her bastard.

Her laughter continues as she grunts painfully from the strength of my thrust and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and grab her cervix. My balls are make to be drained. With a few more deep thrusting, I scream out loud as my tool spurts stack of my milk up Olga's squiffy arsehole. Olga's scream too from the king of my arriver. My cock continues to pinch and thresh about, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly force myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the smell of her dirty bum and my jizz when my rooster spits out of her ass followed by a lead of brown cum dripping out of her and down her pussy. This beef got the fucking she deserved. Now she gets to clean my shaft.

Olga turns around.

"sucking my prick !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her knee joint and swallows every in of my pecker getting a lovely taste of her mother fucker and my semen. She licks every inch of cum off my putz and crop up it out of her mouth with a lofty grin on her face. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the impulse to contain a peeing.

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 drink my piss ! When she can't swallow 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 bathroom side by side doorway to her bedroom. I take a immediate frigidness shower and get changed. Olga is nowhere in sight.

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

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

She just laughs aloud and continues to work. I buy some baked goods for the route trip back to Paris and pass on her a squeamish tip in US dollars. She deserved it !

THE END .