Trembling with excitement, Ana got off the bus. Now there was only a couple of hundred meters of walking left. To the minute of truth! What had she gotten herself into? She turned in along a street of smaller villas from the 40s, with nice little gardens. It was a sunny and rather warm Saturday at the end of May, and the leaves were shining on the trees in their first spring green. But Ana, just turned eighteen, had other things on her mind than the weather, even if the weather cheered her up a bit too. Ana was quite a sweet girl. A little chubby without being fat, big breasts, brown hair that reached down to the shoulders, in a simple, fairly straight hairstyle, and rather big blue eyes. Right now, she was dressed casually, in a white blouse, denim clothes and low shoes, and she was carrying a brown bag in her hand. In these clothes, she only used to get occasional admiring glances from men, as opposed to what she used to get when she was more provocatively dressed. But she knew she wouldn't be wearing those clothes for much longer! The tension grew the further she walked down the street. She looked at the house numbers: 43, 45, 47... It was number 65 she was going to. She increased her pace. The tension increased, and she felt her pussy tingle. She was nervous and a little scared. After all, it was unknown territory that lay ahead of her. She still had the chance to turn around. But she dismissed all such thoughts. It was true that she didn't know more about him than he himself chose to tell during nearly two years of chatting and e-mailing, and at worst it could all be a lie and he could be a dangerous lunatic. But damn, you had to take some risks if you wanted to experience something in this life! And it was surely much more dangerous to cross the street than to team up with him, she thought.

Now she arrived at number 65. A rather small white funky villa. The garden seemed a bit overgrown, but the lawn was freshly cut. She walked along the cobbled passage to the door and rang the doorbell. Ping Pong! Soon she heard movement inside. The door opened and there he stood, the Dirty Old Man!
- Hi, I'm Ana, she said uncertainly. - I'm Mr. Grayh. Welcome! Come in! he said smiling and gave her a big hug. "Ugh, this bodes well," she thought. - You are very cute, he said when he released her, and it sounded as if it came completely from the heart. - Thank you, she replied.
He had said he was 58 (40 years older than her!) but he looked younger, maybe 45-50. He had a tendency to stomach, but not that much. He had short graying hair, blue-grey eyes and glasses. Of course he had some wrinkles, but he still looked quite nice, Ana thought. He was relatively well dressed, with a white short-sleeved shirt, and freshly pressed blue cotton trousers. He didn't look like a dirty old man, what do they look like now. However, she saw how he undressed her with his eyes, which, however, was completely in order. He closed the door behind her and asked:
- No problem finding here? - No then, she answered. It was just to take the bus as you said.
She put the bag in the closet, which was otherwise pretty empty of clothes, and hung up her denim jacket. He said: - Let me show you around the house, then we'll have a cup of coffee later, before the seriousness begins. He smiled mischievously.
He showed her the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, and the study with the computer, and a guest room upstairs. Quite homely, Ana thought, no porn pictures posted or anything that you might fear from a dirty old man. But even though the house was cleaned, she saw here and there signs of lack of care, dusty skirting boards for example. Typical men, she thought. Then they sat in the kitchen and each had a cup of coffee with a sponge cake.
- I baked it myself, he said, obviously proud.
It was actually quite good. They chatted a little about this and that, like two normal people, not like a young lamp and a dirty old man. Ana's tension slowly began to loosen. Here she felt safe, although she knew roughly what was to come. When they had drunk, Mr. Grayh said:
- No, now it's time to get serious!
He cleared away the cups and saucers, pulled out a drawer and took out a piece of paper. Ana understood what it was, and went out into the hall, opened her backpack and took out a similar piece of paper. She went back to the kitchen, and they compared the papers. It was their respective medical certificates that they were healthy and not HIV infected or suffering from any other venereal diseases. They both stated that the second certificate was OK. Ana then went and put her certificate back in her backpack, while Mr Grayh disappeared into the bedroom. Ana waited a minute or so before he came back to the kitchen. He then said seriously:
- Now it's like this. The game starts and ends when I say so. As long as the game lasts, you must obey me unconditionally, and I can do whatever I want with you. So you have to find yourself in whatever I come up with. But you can stop the game at any time by saying "break". In that case, you are again free to do what you want and then I no longer have any control over you. Do we agree?
- Yes, answered Ana excitedly, and felt how the pussy was moistened. That's what they agreed on online. - Great! said Mr. Grayh. Then you should start by changing your clothes. I have laid out what you should wear in the bedroom. Go in there and take off everything you're wearing now. All! Then put on the clothes that are inside. You can pack your regular clothes into the backpack, because you won't have any use for them for the duration of the game. The game starts as soon as you change! Understood? - Yes, answered Ana, and went to get the backpack.
"Besides," added Mr. Grayh, "as long as the game is going on, you must address me as 'Sir,' and you must not say you to me."
- Yes Lord, Ana smiled and disappeared into the bedroom with tense anticipation.
On the wide double bed was a very short black dress with a small white apron in front. At the top, it was strongly low-necked, as if divided into two halves with lacing in between. Ana understood that it was a waitress dress or "French maid uniform", something that Dirty Old Mr Grayh often mentioned in cyber. In addition to the dress, there was a pair of thin nylon stockings, as well as garters and a garter holder. On the floor was a pair of black high-heeled shoes, with a 7-8 centimeter heel. She didn't care for any panties, which was hardly surprising, she knew Snuskgubben's attitude in matters of faith. There was no bra either. But not wearing more clothes than that? It must feel naked, she thought as she undressed. But that's what she wanted! So feel naked and exposed. It had been her favorite fantasy for years. To give herself completely to a dirty old man and let him do whatever he wants with her. And now it was a reality, thanks to the Internet! She felt how it tingled and flowed in her pussy. Surely this would be different from all immature teenage boys. She was heartily tired of those! After removing all her clothes, she put them in her backpack. Then put on the garter holder, then she put on the stockings and secured them with the garters. Then she put on the dress, and finally the shoes.
Then she went back to Mr. Grayh in the kitchen again. As expected, it was a bit difficult to walk in the high heels, but at least they were the right size, as was the dress. Mr Grayh had carefully inquired about her clothing and shoe sizes online. Ugh, she really felt naked and exposed, which made her pussy really flow. The dress was really short. It went and ended maybe a decimeter below the branch. Now she was no longer the neat Ana, but the lascivious Young Slut, and he was no longer the quiet Mr. Grayh, but the shameless Dirty Old Man. Those were the identities they got to know each other under, during their almost two-year cyber contact. The dirty old man was standing by the cleaning cupboard when she came out into the kitchen. He glared at her with wide eyes, completely unabashed. She noticed that he had a bump in He said:
- Yum, what a delicious little piece! You have no idea what I'm going to do to you! - Well, I probably do, Lord, said the Young Slut with a smile, and thought about the long time they had had cyber contact. - No impertinence! said the Dirty Old Man sternly. Then it will be a slap on the tail! - Sorry Lord! said the Young Lamp, and shamelessly began to think a little loosely about various ways of showing impertinence discreetly, so that it would not seem too obvious what she was up to.
The dirty old man walked around her and put his hands on her chest from behind. He dug them out of the neckline and kneaded them a little semi-brutally. She moaned in excitement as he pinched loosely at her nipples, which immediately stiffened at the touch.
- Nice tits, he moaned and pressed himself against her from behind. She felt his hard cock straining through his pants against her behind.
- Big and glorious, he continued, but real! No silicone here!
He continued to massage the nipples for a short while, and she felt a rush in her pussy in the meantime. Then he let go of her breasts and instead pulled up her dress, exposing her bottom.
- Oh, what a delicious ass you have, little slut! he exclaimed, placing his hands on her buttocks.
All the while she felt his panting breath on the back of her neck. He grabbed the buttocks, tried to knead them, as if they were made of dough. Again she moaned at the touch. She was glad that he apparently didn't think the tail was too big. She herself had a bit of a complex about it. But Dirty Old Man liked chubby girls, and thought Young Slut's tail was just right. His touch on her was both brutal and tender at the same time, and it turned her on very much. Here she had a man who knew his stuff, not some inexperienced boy-washer! He let go of her buttocks and said:
- Turn around! She turned, and now stood face to face with him.
His eyes were still wide open and she saw how the horniness shone from them. She also saw that he now had a big bulge in his pants. It had grown. "When will I get to see the dick" she thought. He now pulled the dress up from the front, exposing her pussy.
- Stand with your legs wide, he commanded, and she quickly obeyed.
She wasn't shaved, but she didn't have a bushy head of hair either. She had a string running along her cunt. He commented on it:
- Nice pussy hairdo! Neither too little nor too much! He let his right hand run along the slit, while he held up the dress with his left. She was completely electrified by the touch:
- Oh, oh, she moaned, and felt how the pussy began to pulse. He moved his middle finger up and down the slit a few times, before stopping at the cunt opening, and inserted his finger into the cunt.
- Jojo, has it been wet! he commented. You are a really shameless little slut!
And sure enough her pussy was wet. It was so drenched that it oozed out. Besides the touch itself, it was his way of doing with her exactly as he pleased, treating her like a toy, that turned her on to the max. It appealed to her submissive side. He finger fucked her, and the pussy pulsed faster and faster and she moaned louder:
- Oooooh, Oooooh! Aaahhh!
- What a tight little teenage pussy, he said. It becomes yummum for hard old old cocks later!
She became even hornier from his dirty talk, and began to breathe even more violently. After a while he pulled his finger out of her wet tight little pussy, and let it run up the slit again. The finger now reached her swollen clitoris, and gently he began massaging it. Now Young Slampan felt rushes go through her whole body, and she could no longer stand still. She rocked back and forth and had to move her feet a little from time to time:
- OOOOOOOO!! OOOO!!! she moaned half-screaming.
The dirty old man now changed his grip and started massaging the clitoris, which was now smeared with pussy juices by the middle finger, with his thumb instead, while he stuck his middle finger back into her pussy and started finger-fucking her again. At the same time, he took his free hand and started massaging her left nipple. This much stimulation at once was almost more than she could bear, and she half screamed:
- OOOOOOOO!! AAAIIHHH! Soon it will work for me! The dirty old man then abruptly removed his hands and said with mock seriousness:
- No, we shouldn't have that much fun! Not yet!
- No Please! Do not stop! Continue! asked the young lamp.
- No! said the Dirty Old Man sternly. Not now! Remember, I'm in charge here!
- Yes Lord! said the Young Slut, disappointed.
- Not that tone! said the Dirty Old Man sternly, pulling up the back of her dress and giving her a hard smack on the bottom.
SMACK! This unexpected blow caused the Young Slut's juices to rush again, and she forgot her disappointment. This kind of mild humiliation turned her on immensely.
- Seriously! said the Dirty Old Man and opened the door to the cleaning cupboard. He took out a duster and said:
- When we were walking around before, I noticed that you saw the skirting boards... The young slut blushed. "He reads me like an open book," she thought.
- ... and it's true, continued Snuskgubben, I haven't had time to dust them off. But since you are now my maid, wearing a maid uniform, you get to fix it! Here you have the dust cloth!
- Yes Lord! said the Young Slut, taking the duster he handed her.
"I really hope that it is not for housework that he intends to use me in the first place," she thought. But she needn't have worried about that. Domestic work was indeed done, but it was completely sexualised. In order to reach the baseboards, she had to bend down, and then the dress rode up and exposed her bottom. And this ass didn't let the Dirty Old Man be in peace for long moments. As she went from room to room dusting the baseboards, he followed close at her heels, taking her over and over again on her ass. Sometimes clapping, sometimes slapping, sometimes pinching, sometimes sticking fingers into the pussy and ass, finger-fucking her alternately in both holes. The juices from the pussy were then smeared via the fingers into the ass. All the while with comments like: “What a tight little arsehole! I wonder if my cock will fit in there later?”, “Work on it, slut!” "Don't forget the corner over there!", etc. Under these conditions it was of course difficult to get any work done in a reasonable time. But it worked, although it took over an hour to dust all the baseboards in the house. Although it was a very exciting hour for the Ungslampan. Her pussy was in revolt all the time, balancing on the brink of orgasm. But every time she paused to soak up the coming orgasm, the Dirty Old Man immediately stopped the nice treatment and instead slapped her on the bottom, urging her to keep working. This was repeated probably ten times. The slaps weren't that hard, but they were still felt. For Ungslampan, however, the frustration over the missed orgasms was greater than the pain of the slaps. But as the Dirty Old Man soon resumed his treatment after each slap, her arousal soon returned, and she felt it rise to a higher level each time. Towards the end, she felt that she was way past the level where she usually orgasmed, and she understood that when she finally did, it would be far stronger than she had ever experienced! But Snuskgubben did not allow her to have any orgasm during the list-dusting. When it was finished he said:
- Great! Now you take the dishes! Drying towel available in the cleaning cupboard!
- Yes Lord! Young Slut said a little dejectedly as she glanced at the huge bulge in his pants.
"I would really need to get his cock in me now." she thought, pussy juices still running down her thighs. She was so horny, the little slut! She put the duster in the cleaning cupboard, and walked over to the sink. There was already water with washing-up liquid bottled in it, and in it were the dishes after Snuskgubben's lunch earlier in the day, and after their coffee before. Not very much then, it would take five minutes, she thought. Before she could start, the Dirty Old Man went and fetched a wooden box, which was about two centimeters high, one meter long and two centimeters, from a closet in the hall. He returned with it and said:
- You must stand on this when you do the dishes!
- Yes Lord! she said with a surprised expression.
She did not understand the meaning of this. But she obeyed, and took the box, placed it by the sink, stepped on it, and began to wash the dishes. After a minute or so, she noticed the Dirty Old Man coming up behind her. She turned and gasped when she caught sight of him. He had taken off his pants and underpants. She saw that these were lying on a chair by the table. His cock was sticking out, rock hard! It was about medium length, maybe 15-17 cm, but it was quite thick! Otherwise, she noticed that he had hairy legs. She didn't see his stomach, because he still had his shirt on. She stared as if bewitched at the cock.
- Keep doing the dishes! Said the Dirty Old Man sternly. No matter what happens, you have to keep doing the dishes!
- Yes Lord! said the Young Lamp, and went on with the dishes.
-Stand with your legs wide and kiss your ass, slut! ordered the Dirty Old Man.
She put her legs a little apart, maybe a little over half a meter, and pushed her butt out a little. The dirty old man then lifted her dress, and immediately she felt something hard in her tailbone. It was his cock! "Yes, I'm finally going to get it in!" she thought blissfully, and she was right! She felt the cock being brought forward, towards her pussy, and then she felt him pull her buttocks and labia apart. She pushed her tail back further to help, and then finally, finally, she felt it nuzzle her cunt opening, then slowly slid inside. Her pussy was so slippery that it slid in very easily, despite its roughness. The pussy gyrated with delight at being filled so heavily, and even though he hadn't started jerking yet, she felt that she had begun the journey towards an orgasm. And as I said, she understood that it would be the most beautiful orgasm she had ever experienced! Now the whole cock was inside. He now said sternly:
- I told you to keep washing the dishes, no matter what!
She tried to wash a plate, but it was difficult with this treatment! At least one hand she had to use to hold herself when he started to fuck. She had to hold her left hand against the edge between the slush and the sink, and at the same time try to hold the plate with the same hand, while she used her right hand to clean it with the dish brush. Not very efficient, but it worked! He fucked with long but firm strokes, and roaring as she was, she made strong counter-thrusts!
-OHHHHH YES! YES! OOOOOOOOO!! she half screamed, almost passed out with pleasure.
She now understood the meaning of the box. It was so that she would be higher up, so that he could more easily enter her from behind. He was at least 15 centimeters taller than her. He too enjoyed her tight little pussy immensely and he moaned:
- Ohhh, OOOHH, what a pussy! What a wet, tight little teen pussy! And what reluctance!
OOO… His cock continued to work wonders in her pussy, and she was completely passed out with pleasure. After only a few minutes of fucking, she felt that the journey up to orgasm was finally coming to an end, and this time there was no turning back!
- YYYYYY!!! IT DOES! IT GOES! YES!!! OOOOOO…!!! she shouted so loudly that it could probably be heard in the street.
And her orgasm was really amazing! It was like nothing she had experienced before, neither when she masturbated nor when she fucked with peers. She saw stars, and felt as if her whole body exploded in an unparalleled explosion, then floated away on little pink clouds. And just when she was in the middle of it all, so did the Dirty Old Man, and he too saw stars and floated away on clouds, while his cock exploded in an eruption comparable to the eruption of Vesuvius, spraying her pussy full of jet after jet of thick gooey cum, spraying her pussy walls and mixing with her pussy juices. For him too, this was the absolute most beautiful thing he had ever experienced.

After more than ten years of crazy fantasies, finally getting to drive the cock into a wet and willing teenage pussy, it could not lead to anything other than a pleasure that surpassed everything! ever even dared to dream of. In addition, he had deliberately refrained from masturbating to ejaculation for a whole month before this, in order to offer the Young Slut plenty of sperm. For both of them, their wildest fantasies had come true, and led to the absolute greatest pleasure they both experienced. The joint orgasm seemed to last for almost a minute, before his cock was completely empty and her orgasm was slowly fading as well. Afterwards, they were both spent, and she would have fallen over if he hadn't grabbed her after he had just pulled his cock out of her pussy. He led her to the table, where they each sat on a chair and exhaled.