Nora in the Park

The old man’s breath was hot against her ear as he spoke, his voice thick with despair for a few pieces of sweetness. The old man, with a twinkle in his eye, leaned closer to the young girl, his breath a foul whisper that seemed to carry the weight of his perverse desires. The 20-year-old, who looked ten, named Nora, looked up at him with a mix of curiosity and innocence that only added to the depraved excitement burning within him.

She was dressed as ‘Little Annie’ in an elementary school uniform. This was ‘The Game’ she played because a genetic disorder had left her twenty-year-old body undeveloped. She cannot get men her age because she looks so young, so instead, Nora dresses like a little girl. She attracts perverts this way to fuck her like this nasty old man.

He spoke in a voice that was both gentle and cunning, “How old are you?”

“Ten,” the college student lied.

“How would you like some extra pocket money, sweetheart?”

His hand, trembling with excitement, reached into his pocket, the rustling of a crumpled bill echoing through the otherwise quiet park. He pulled out the crumpled hundred-dollar bill and held it in front of her, his eyes gleaming with greed.

“For a little game, you can have this and more,” he whispered, his voice soft.

Nora felt his rough fingers trace the outline of her young-looking body, his touch both strange and unsettling. He fumbled with her underwear, his excitement palpable as he revealed the soft, bald flesh beneath.

“It’s okay,” he murmured as he delicately placed his thick, gnarled digit inside her tight bald cunt, feeling the wetness that had begun to form.

Her body tensed, but she remained still, her eyes squeezed shut. Meanwhile, the old man suckled her budding nipples with a hunger that defied his age, his tongue flicking against the sensitive flesh as they stiffened beneath his touch. His cock, straining against his pants, throbbed with anticipation, eager to claim the innocence that lay before him.

Her eyes snapped open when his mouth moved to her clit, the sudden sensation of his warm, wet tongue sending shock waves through her body. He worked her with surprising skill, his teeth grazing her sensitive folds as he devoured her like a starving man at a feast. She bit her lip to stifle a gasp, feeling the tension building within her. The crumpled bill lay forgotten on the grass beside them, the promise of more money a siren’s call that sang sweetly in her ear.

Suddenly, he pulled away, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Look what I have for you,” he murmured, his voice thick with excitement.

He unzipped his pants, revealing an erection that stood proud and tall, its nine-inch length a stark contrast to the frailness of his body. It throbbed and pulsed in the cool evening air, a testament to his unbridled lust for the young girl.

Nora couldn’t help but stare, a mix of fear and fascination etched on her face. She loved his cock, and the way it pointed toward her made her feel thrilled. The old man, taking her silence as consent, positioned himself between her trembling thighs, his cock poised at her slick entrance.

With one swift motion, he slammed into her, filling her up with his girth. A sharp cry escaped her lips as she felt herself stretching to accommodate him. He was slow and deliberate at first, savoring the feeling of her tightness, the way her walls clenched around his shaft. Each stroke was a declaration of his dominance, a silent promise of more to come.

“You like that, don’t you?” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “You like having an old man’s cock inside your tight little cunt, don’t you?”

He watched her face, the way her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he picked up the pace, his hips moving with a vigor that belied his age.

Nora’s moans grew louder, her body responding to his relentless pounding. She felt every inch of him, the way he filled her, the way he hit the spot that made her toes curl. Despite herself, she began to move with him, her hips rising to meet each of his powerful thrusts. The pain had morphed into something else, something that was quickly becoming pleasure.

Suddenly, he reached down, his hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing gently. “You’re mine,” he hissed, his grip tightening as he pushed into her even deeper. She gulped, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. “Mine to do with as I please,” he continued, his other hand gripping her hip firmly, holding her in place.

Her body trembled beneath his touch, the pressure on her throat sending a rush of adrenaline through her veins. The combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. His thrusts grew more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants as he neared his climax.

Finally, with a roar, he released his grip and emptied himself inside her, his jizz filling her up with a warmth that spread through her like wildfire. As he pulled out, she lay there, trembling, her body a canvas of sensations, both painful and exquisite.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her bruised lips. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice tender now. “You’ve earned your money.” He tucked the crumpled bill into her hand, his eyes never leaving hers as he zipped up his pants and turned to leave.

Nora lay there, her heart racing, her body still quivering from the intensity of the encounter. She looked down at the bill in her hand, feeling both soiled and oddly empowered. She knew she would be back for more, the allure of ‘The Game’ and the thrill of the taboo too strong to resist.