We were in our early twenties when my girlfriend told me about her 'experience' at a hotel with a family friend.   She was 18, and her parents had sent her some money with a family friend (whom we'll call B).   He was staying at a hotel in central London.   My girlfriend is a brunette with long, wavy hair; she is busty and very sexy all around.   It happened to be a summer day, and since she was meant to meet friends to go clubbing, she wore a short minidress and high heels, having done everything a female does to look and smell great.    She arrived at the hotel lobby, called B's room, and when he offered to come down, she told him not to inconvenience himself and that she would go up to his room.   Naively, she did not think anything of it; after all, B was in his 60s and just a family friend.

She knocked on his door, and when he opened it, he was charming and invited her in.  He was in a hotel suite and guided her to a sofa.   She said he was wearing only shorts and a shirt.   He offered her a drink, and then he sat next to her on the sofa.  He engaged her in conversation. Although he sat close to her, she did not think anything of it, but she was worried about being late for her friends.   Then, out of the blue, his hand reached for her leg.  At first, he just rested his hand on her knee but slowly moved it, while feeling and groping.   My girlfriend said that she was shocked and froze, but for some strange reason she did not back away or push his hand away.   Having met no resistance, he immediately moved his hand up her skirt and started touching her pussy and very swiftly brought down the straps on her top and started sucking on her firm, delicious breasts.   She said she had mixed emotions; she wanted to push him away and run, but the experience was also getting her weirdly excited, so she let him.   While he was fondling her and sucking on her breasts, she saw him touching himself.   His face had changed; he was like a predator, and she felt she was at his mercy.   She was not sure if it was the drink he gave her, but she just surrendered to the dirty old pervert who was groping her all over.   

"You like this?"  his fingers touched her pussy after he'd moved her panties to one side.   

"Y... yes..."   

Come here... he pulled her across his knees.   She tried to struggle, but he held her firmly against his bulge and then lowered her panties to expose her beautiful bum and shaved clean pussy.   She asked him to stop and struggled some more, but the more she struggled, the firmer he held her, and his fingers were now inside her.   She begged him to stop and he ignored her, this was wrong, she knew his wife, his daughters, but also this was so deliciously naughty.  She moaned loudly, unable to help herself.  Then came the spanks, starting light and groping her cheeks before soon turning to slaps.   He alternated between spanking her and fingering her, and the combination drove her crazy, causing her to orgasm loudly.   At the same time, he groaned, and she felt his cock throbbing beneath her on her side; he had come.

He let her go, and she lifted herself off his lap unevenly, feeling wobbly.  He pointed to an envelope on the table and told her it was for her.   She left the room feeling very strange about the experience.   She did not know what to make of it, whether she had been taken advantage of by the dirty old perv, but she had also enjoyed it.  It was a dirty experience, and she felt she needed to go home to shower, so she cancelled her plans for the evening.

When she had finished telling me her experience, my cock was hard, and I felt somewhat embarrassed.  She shook her head in disappointment. 

"I cannot believe you are aroused by my ordeal!"

I confessed that I found it exciting; she was cross with me.   I apologised to her and told her that I loved her; we kissed and then ended up in bed, and I fucked her like an animal- dirty sex, all the while imagining the old perv spanking her and fingering her while she was helpless across his knees, struggling to get away.

When we were done, she was in a flirtatious mood, and as she caressed the side of my face, she whispered, "There's more..." in my ear.

"What do you mean there's more?"

"I went to see him again..."

She did not need to tell me; my mind was filling the blanks, my imagination ran wild, and my cock was about to burst.   What could that old pervert possibly have done? I wanted to know; I wanted to know everything in detail!

(to be continued)