Old Man Bob chapter 1

Old man bob goes for a walk and finds himself a prey in a teen girl with her father.

It’s early evening, but the streets are empty and tedious.

“Fucking holiday.” The old man grumbles to himself, unsatisfied as he lumbers around the city center, eyes sharp on the few people milling around. Most of the town’s folk have traveled to more exciting and beautiful places, leaving the streets that would usually be booming with young girls and their tight summer shorts frustratingly deserted. But Bob couldn’t stand being copped up at the house another minute, his skin itching with the need for release and a good spot of violence.

He finds the local cinema and scours the nearby area, already at half-mast thinking of the young ass he will surely find if he looks hard enough. Bob may have a short temper and what has been described as the worst personality on a man who has not yet been tried for murder – description courtesy of his son. But he can be patient when the occasion calls for it.
“Fuck off.” He grumbles to an older couple eyeing the sessions time. With an anticipatory side-smirk, he confirms that there was a viewing for a blockbuster a couple of hours ago. That surely attracted the kind of crowd he’s interested in, which should be spilling out onto the streets soon.

There’s a dim, smelly, and comfortingly familiar alleyway to the side of the building. From there, Bob can watch the comings and goings. Settling against a dirty wall, he reminisces about sweeter times, his many adventures. Nothing beats the decade he owned his own house and a harem of girls. His pets, slaves, toys. The youngest was an illegal, tiny girl who could take it up the ass like the best of them – she cried so prettily, too – and the oldest was a 55 years-old milf with a temper and giant breasts he loved to whip until she was completely submissive, begging him to stop.
Fully hard now, Bob licks his lips and rubs himself through the thin fabric of his shorts. To his disappointment, not one nice piece of ass or acceptable pair of tits has passed by yet.

“Should’ve moved to Miami.” He grouches. Somewhere people go to for vacation, he thinks, because tourists are so easy to manipulate. Alas, he wanted a fresh start and a needed place to live, and his son was the only person who begrudgingly allowed him a couch to sleep on.

So, small town near nowhere it is, where he gets to stay with his son’s perfect family, even though Bob couldn’t have given a single damn about the kid while he was growing up. His daughter-in-law is a whore with big tits and a haughty attitude, as if she thinks she’s better than him – he can’t wait for the right time to shut her up, preferably with his fat cock down her throat. And his grandchildren are annoying whinners; Bob warned his son to discipline them better, but the kid is a wimp, of course. Why would he let Bob anywhere near his house after the crappy childhood he had if he weren’t?

Despite having not an ounce of respect or love for his son, Bob can’t complain too much. The family’s house is on the same street as the local High School, where his son works as the principal. It means quick access to all the young, supple, gullible bitches Bob may want.
His attention returns to the present when he hears steps nearby.

“I really liked the movie, dad!” That last word is like a beacon, calling Bob’s attention quicker and more surely than the loudest, most annoying siren. Head whipping to the side, a smirk spreads on his lips as he sees two people entering the alley, taking the short-cut towards from the cinema to the avenue on the other side.

A father-daughter pair, my favorite. And it is, indeed. The man is tall and elegantly dressed, wearing a button-up shirt, a tie and slacks, a fancy watch on his wrist. He looks to be in his late thirties. But Bob pays him only half-mind, because there’s a petite girl walking alongside him, and the first thought on his mind when he sees her is perfect.

“That main actress is really good.” The man agrees, amused by his daughter’s excitement. “Will you be alright to get home by yourself, Amy? I just got a text from Dave and you know what he’s like. I better get to the firm before he mistakes the computer for the coffee pot.”

“But I thought we would be getting ice cream together, you’re not supposed to work today!” She pouts, pink lower lip jutting out. “It’s my birthday, so what I say goes, dad.” Silky, blonde hair whips around her face as she nods resolutely.

The man sighs, then leans over to kiss his daughter on the forehead.

“I’m sorry, kiddo, but it won’t take long, I promise. Plenty of time for us to get ice-cream and dinner after I get home. But not in that order! You pick the place.”
The blonde girl seems happy enough with the compromise, because she hugs the tall man goodbye. The whole exchange is so earnest it at once makes Bob a little queasy even as it hardens his cock to aching at the thought of getting his hands on that sweet little slut.

“Alright, see you later, dad.”

Neither person noticed his presence as he watched them, horny and impatient. Which is perfect, because as soon as the father hails a cab and it disappears into the distance, the birthday girl turns back to make her way down the alley. Bob stands up quickly and steps forward to block her way. He stares at the girl, Amy, and licks his lips lewdly.
“Come to daddy, sweetheart.” He grabs the large bulge on his crotch and watches as the girl’s eyes widen, gaze involuntarily following his motion.

She blushes and Bob knows he will wreck this girl’s holes tonight.

“I’m sorry, sir, excuse me.” She says, then tries to step around him.

The old man blocks her again.

“What a polite young lady, you are.” He grins, mean and anticipatory. “Will you be such a nice whore while my cock is stuffing your snatch?”
Bob loves this part. His crude words freeze the girl in place, her eyes widening in fear. He wastes no time, knowing how important it is to be rough and fast in order to tame a new bitch. He wraps a hand around the girl’s neck and lifts her up. Walking forward, he presses her body against the brick wall and leans in to whisper on her ear as she chokes under his grip, though he doesn’t press hard enough to completely cut-off her air.

“Good bitches do as I tell ‘em.” He licks her ear wetly and when she tries to turn her face away, he bites her ear-lobe. “You want me to treat you nice, girl?” He asks.

Her eyes are wild and she’s trembling. She’s turning a deep shade of pink, but nods in response.

“Then you be quiet as a mouse and let me do what I want with your tight little body. Or else, girl…” His threat is vague, but all the more effective for it. Amy nods in fear, small hands rising to grab his arm as she squirms.

Bob lets her go and watches for a moment as she sputters and heaves in a breath, tears pooling in her eyes. The touching sight makes his cock twitch, rock-hard and throbbing. His overshirt and sweat-stained tank-top are abandoned on a corner after he quickly takes them off.

Amy turns to look at him, shaking with adrenaline, pretty brown eyes begging Bob to stuff her good. He smirks at her while he undoes the button and zipper on his shorts, revealing his tenting, crusty underwear.
Disgust mars her pretty features, which only gets Bob’s engine revving more. He pulls down his shorts, then boxers. Her eyes fall to his erection, intimidatingly large and jutting out from a bush of white, rough fur.
Naked and shameless, he walks towards the girl. Her hair is long, honey-blonde and perfect to grab with one hand as he forces her to stand up.

“Open up your mouth for daddy.” She’s startled as he grabs the side of her face, but obeys, sweet lips parting for him.

The old man kisses the young girl for long moments. Though ‘kiss’ might not be the appropriate word for what he does. He invades her mouth, tongue plunging to feel her soft insides as deeply as possible, an act of dominance and ownership. Amy’s breath hitches in disgust, his mouth smells rotten and she feels like he’s trying to touch her tonsils.

But she’s so afraid that she goes pliant in this stranger’s arms and lets herself be ravaged. It gets harder, however, when the man pulls her closer so that she’s touching his nude skin. His large, rough hands begin wandering. Every touch is designed for the most invasiveness. He slaps her ass hard, then grips it tightly enough that she knows there will be bruises. His hand on her hair directs her face and keeps her in place. Amy shudders in fear as he slides under the elastic of her skirt.

“You are so wet, little slut. You really want daddy’s cock, don’t you?” She doesn’t answer, half in shock as he suddenly pushes a thick digit inside her virgin passage.

The very first thing she has inside of her is a dirty old man’s finger, Amy realizes in despair.
“Don’t you?!” He pulls her hair harshly and Amy realizes that he wants an answer.

“Ye-yes, yes.” She stutters, grabbing the arm under her skirt.

“Yes, what?” Suddenly, he adds a second finger to his assault, stretching her open. It burns, and Amy cries out.

“Yes, da-daddy.” All the while, he keeps pumping harder and deeper inside her. “Daddy, da-ah!-ddy.” She pleads, squirming against him.

“That faggot that left you here has not trained this pussy right.” Bob remarks, slandering her father. “But I’m about to change that.”

His free hand closes around her sore throat and Amy whimpers.

“I want that cute pussy creaming all over my hand.” His thumb rubs her tiny clit and she jolts in surprise. An unfamiliar hotness begins forming low in her belly.

“Ple-please.” She begs, blubbering as the tears keep coming.

Amy can’t believe she’s being violated by a decrepit, disgusting old man. A dark, hidden part of her wishes that, if she has to be raped, it was by a man who isn’t old enough to be her great-grandfather. Yet, his punishing fingers start feeling good inside of her. She can feel as the passage is eased by flowing wetness.

Her face is blazing hot with shame, but her hips begin moving of their own according, increasing the stimulation instead of pulling away from it.
Bob shoves a third finger inside her tight cunt. When he first said she was wet, it was a lie. The terrified girl had been dry and so tense he barely could fit a finger in. But Bob knows how to handle sluts, and she’s no exception to the rule. A little choking, some hard finger-fucking, and he can feel the slick pooling on his hand as her body readies itself for him.

“Take it, slut, for daddy.”

Bob is too impatient to prolong this further. He rubs, flicks and worries at her clit while he finds that special spot inside of her cunt. The girl is wiggling, hips moving in accordance to his rhythm and Bob knows he has her. She cries out her pleasure when she comes, mouth opening in a pretty ‘o’ as her cunt clenches hard. His cock throbs at the thought of feeling that soft tightness around it.

She’s not a squirter, but a gush of wetness escapes to stream down between her thighs and spatter on the dirty ground.

“That’s it, little slut. I should get your fag of a father taste this yummy pussy-juice, it might fix him up.” Bob savors the imagery he creates himself, not brave enough to actually try something like that, but relishing the perverted possibility.

The air smells like the girl’s sex, musky, fresh and delicious. Bobs tastes his fingers and is happy to discover she tastes just as good. He pulls her skit up to bunch around her waist, revealing cute white panties, which he pulls to the side.

Her cunt-hair is as blonde as the one on her head, it makes him want to ruin her. He forces her down onto her knees, then stands uncomfortably close, his cock bobbing on her face.

“Open up, babygirl.” When she doesn’t obey immediately, dazed by her earth-shattering orgasm and likely traumatized, the old man grabs her hair in a ponytail and shoves her face against his crotch. “Go on, we ain’t got all night.”

She opens wide and Bob wastes no time to plunge in. He’s thick and long, so she’s choking around him before he’s even half-way inside. But the old man doesn’t care. Fisting her hair, he has complete control to hold her in place and fuck her throat roughly. The sounds she makes are lewd, tiny whimpers and wet slurping.

“Your faggot father should see you now, girly, throat bulging with my cock. See how it’s done. I bet he never had the balls to take you like the hot little bitch you are.” He holds Amy’s face pressed against his crotch, his whole length invading her inexperienced throat. He feels it convulsing around him, despaired for air, and it makes his balls clench.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He lets her pull back just long enough to inhale a heaving breath, then plunges in again. “Swallow daddy’s cum, babygirl, all of it.” He pats her face with his free hand, then skull-fucks Amy until his churning balls can’t take it anymore.

Bob shoots his load so deep inside her mouth the girl might not even taste it. She loudly chokes around his cock, but the old man doesn’t care. She’s a doll, a fuck-toy, a cum-dumpster for him to use, all that truly matters is his pleasure, so he enjoys every millisecond of it.

Amy’s face is all wet with her own saliva, his pre-cum and tears. Melted make-up and splotchy skin from lack of air. She’s so gorgeous Bob knows he will take a picture when he’s done, so he can jerk-off to it later.
Bob grabs her by a slender throat, pulling her to a standing position. Her slight body stumbles to follow the motion and avoid being choked.

“A good little girl.” He compliments, forcing her against him.

She’s so small and light that he hoists her up until her feet don’t touch the ground. One hand around her waist, he paws between her legs with the other, then over her toned, round ass, proportional to her small body but generous. The wet place between her thighs. With a strong grip, he rips her panties, exposing her snatch completely. Anyone who decides to walk down this alley could see her pink, glistening cunt.
“Keep calling me daddy, girl.” He orders. Positioning her body just right, the 72-years-old man thrusts inside the girl’s tight cunt at once.

Amy screams, loud and pained.

“It hurts.” She whimpers, crying on her rapist’s chest.

“It-it hurts.”

“What did I just say, girl?” He reprimands, making her body bounce with the force of his thrusts.

“Da-daddy, it hurts, please, daddy, I’ve never…” Amy sobs, tragic and so pretty. But Bob can feel her contracting around him, the slickness of her passage. She can’t help but be turned on as he forces himself on her small body.

He looks down to watch himself disappear inside of her and notices a tiny splatch of blood. Fuck, of course a cunt this tight would be a virgin, Bob realizes, so turned on by the knowledge he is the first to ravage her that he knows he won’t last. Still, he loves making girls cry and cum on his cock, and he will relish the moment for as long as he can.

“Never what? Let the faggot you call a father teach you how to be a good slut? That’s what you have me for, babygirl.” Bobs is huffing with exertion, but he’s so close that he doesn’t want to change positions.

His pelvis smashes into hers with every thrust, stimulating her clitoris, but it’s still a surprise when he feels her internal muscles tightening around him. She orgasms as he rapes her hard and deep, her soft cries a huge turn on, her cunt milking him and flooding with slick.

“Fuck!” Bob curses as he loses it.

She’s too tight, too hot, perfect. He holds her hips and makes sure to shoot his load inside, painting her cervix white with his cum. He hopes she gets pregnant, is forced to carry a part of him in her. One, two, three powerful, strong pumps. When he’s finally done, a flood of cum escapes her as he pulls out.

Bob rubs his round stomach, satisfied. Amy crumples on the ground when he lets go of her.

“Ca-can I go now?” She’s brave for asking and usually Bob would hit her for the defiance.

But she looks tiny, young and delicious. He wants many, many more goes at her before she’s truly broken in and the perfect toy. So, he nods.

“One last thing, sweetheart.” He walks to his discarded shorts and gets his phone from one of the pockets. “Crouch so I can see that pretty pussy leaking.” He orders.

Amy is unsteady, but she obeys, legs splayed to show her previously virgin channel. It’s a mess of her slick, Bob’s cum and the copper of her hymen’s blood. Bob crouches too, to take the picture from a down-angle that shows all of her, but focuses on that abused hole.

“Do the peace sign, yes, like that. You creamed yourself on me twice, you should show what a good time you had with daddy tonight.” Bob snaps half-a-dozen of quick shots, wanting to make sure he gets a perfect one.

Ah, Bob thinks to himself as soon as he’s done, a good night, at last.

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