It has been a long week of ten-hour shifts in this huge warehouse for a major global retailer. There are worse jobs and better too. Taking everything into account, I am a lucky man to be working here at an age when many companies would no longer be interested in hiring me. For one, I am in the best physical condition I have been in almost forty years. But today, right now, I am tired, sweaty, and dirty. There are only fifteen minutes left in my shift. I haven't seen another soul in at least a quarter of an hour. I am in a far corner of the building. Many of my co-workers have already left for the day to start their weekends a little earlier. Most of them don't last long here. Before being hired here they have never been asked to do any real work in their lives. Working here is a total physical and mental shock to them. But the constant stream of new employees is not simply a faceless nameless mass of short-termers. A few stand out immediately and fewer still become valuable long-term teammates.
But I digress. As I said before, I am tired, sweaty, dirty, and I need to empty my bladder. Lucky for me there are restrooms scattered all around this giant facility. I go into the nearest one. There is a typical huge puddle underneath the urinal, so I enter the stall and let the door swing closed behind me by itself as I am a little preoccupied with more urgent matters. I was really full and the relief is immediate and satisfying. My mind wanders to a certain new hire, eryaman escort with soft curves in all the right places, as I remove my earplugs for the end of my shift. As I am shaking the last drops of urine off the tip, I hear the restroom door open and almost immediately the stall door at my back swings open too. I glance over my shoulder and am quite surprised to see her. Instead of backing out and mumbling an apology, she quickly latches the door behind her with one hand while holding her index finger up to her lip, a knowing smirk on her face.
I am so surprised I cannot even find words. She is one of those who immediately catch your attention on day one. Young, energetic, bubbly, outgoing -- flirty really, but with the rainbow of cotton-candy hair she sports, I never would have thought she might be truly interested in an old man. "Shhh, daddy", she says to me as she eagerly pushes me back against the tile wall and kneels in front of my still open fly. I may be temporarily stunned into silence, but I fumble with my belt and quickly loosen my pants so she can have full access to my rapidly stirring manhood. She seems rather pleased with herself and what she has found. She asks in a tender young voice, "Would daddy like for me to make him feel all better?"
I don't really have this sort of father-daughter fantasy, but the age difference between us is appropriate, so I play along with her as best I can. "Stroke it for daddy, like a good little girl." As escort ankara soon as I say the words, the expression on her face changes from eager to enthralled, as she wraps one soft hand around the shaft, squeezing and stroking me as her other hand gently fondles my nut sack.
After a minute or less she asks in her cute innocent voice, "May his pretty princess taste daddy's beautiful cock?" My cock stiffens further in her grip, almost fully hard now. I answer with a guttural groan as I rock my hips forward and my cockhead kisses her puckered lips. She responds by simply licking the emerging drops of pre-cum off it. She has me fully hard in no time with her stroking, fondling, and licking, and moaning.
She stops licking and nibling on my cockhead long enough to ask, "Would daddy like to claim his princess's pretty mouth as his own now?"
In response I grab her hair and ears in both hands on either side of her head and pull her mouth fully halfway onto my cock. She does not hesitate to suck and lick it as I begin thrusting into her face. I am no longer thinking my way through this, since she clearly had her own plans anyway. I just go with it and as the urge grows in me, I warn her, "Princess, that feels so good. Daddy is going to cum an awful lot and very soon." In response she tips her chin up, my cock resting between lips that seem to smile, her eyes drilling into mine, she grabs my hips and pulls herself face first all the way onto my sincan escort shaft, as she resumes her perfect blowjob rhythm. The sensitive head of my cock is pushing against the back of her throat with each deep stroke.
She is getting more energetic about it as I am starting to moan and grunt a bit. Mouth full of cock, all she can manage is an encouraging "Mmm-hmm, Ai."
She doesn't pull it out and stroke it like all those silly porn videos. I am soon so close I can hardly hold back the urge to cum. Almost too late, my last warning to her is, "I hope you like to swalllllowww, princesssss." She pulls me into her mouth fully one last time and as my cockhead fills the back of her throat I erupt with a groaning orgasm like I cannot remember having had in many years. I lose track of how many spurts I fire as she continues to suck and lick, torturing my now-overly-sensitive cockhead through my entire orgasm. My knees nearly buckle at one point. The poor girl finally starts gagging as I am almost finished, trying to swallow it all and catch her breath at the same time. She stays on her knees a few moments longer, letting my cock finally go soft in her mouth, cleaning and swallowing the remaining few drops of my cum.
She rises from her knees slowly. The tile restroom floors are a bit unforgiving, even on young knees. She kisses me fully on the mouth and I can taste myself on her lips. She is quivering in my arms. We don't speak for a minute or two. Wow, what a finish! "What's you name, princess?"
"Princess, of course, silly daddy." And with her flippant words she spins on her heels, unlatches the stall door, glances back over her shoulder at me and says, "We should go clock out now, daddy."