Olga’s Bakery

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My name is Luke. I’m 22 years old, and I love to travel. My grandfather passed away when I was in high school but he left behind a fortune in his will for his two kids, my father and my aunt. My grandfather left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put most of the money away in savings. However, I decided my third year of college that I needed a changed of scenery. I had a rough year as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my girlfriend of six years decided to break things off with me. My grades had plummeted and I was just not happy. I decided to take a year off and devote time to myself and heal. I quit my job, left school, and sold my car. The money I made from my car plus taking some out of my savings was more than enough for me to travel across the globe and live comfortably for at least a year.

I started my grand tour of the world, flying from California to Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the country, staying in hostels. I made friends everywhere I went and did activities like hiking, camping, and excursions. I enjoyed Iceland, from the lush greenery to the hot springs, glaciers, and seeing the Northern Lights.

After Iceland, I made my way over to Spain and traveled across the country. I stayed in Seville, Madrid, and Barcelona. I had the time of my life in each city, enjoying the nightlife and the culture everywhere I went. I took quick trips over to Ibiza, and Portugal. After almost two months in Spain, I decided to catch a train over to France and spend a week or so in Paris. From Paris, I will head over to the coast and visit Nice and Monaco.

I spent time getting to explore Paris when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel Tower and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre, Notre Dame, and the Grand Palais. All within the first few days of my arrival. I made some friends at my hostel that I stayed at. Hostels were the best way to travel as they’re very economical for lodging. They also provide people the unique opportunity to meet other fellow travelers from around the world.

Toward the end of my first week in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the city. One of the guys that runs the hostel I’m staying at gave me an address down the street to rent motorcycles for the day for really good prices. With a small backpack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental place. I carry my wallet, phone, map of France and of Paris, snacks and water. I pick up my motorcycle, and decide to head west.

It’s a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the rush hour in the city and head towards the outskirts. I don’t have a destination in mind. I just want to go explore. After a couple hours on the road, I pull off the main road and find a side street that leads into a small village. The village is surrounded by mountains and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see small homes, farms, and a large steeple in the center of the village. The side road I’m on takes me into the heart of the village. It’s almost a ghost town as very few people are out and about. I ride by and a few French locals wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and park it next to a bakery. I was pretty hungry and this looked like the only place in town that served food.

I take a good look at the small place. It’s two stories. The first floor is the bakery and the second floor looks to be residential. Most likely the owner of the bakery lives upstairs. I read the sign that hangs high over the doorway.

“Boulangerie Olga.” Otherwise known as “Olga’s Bakery.” I know very little French. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the logo with fresh bread and fruit next to the name on the sign, I wouldn’t have been able to guess that boulangerie is French for bakery. I can say hi, yes, no, please, sorry, and thank you in French. That’s about it. I was lucky that most of the places I’ve stayed so far, plenty of people spoke English and their native language. Here in the middle of nowhere, at least 70 miles outside of Paris, I honestly don’t know if anyone speaks English.

I make my way inside into the bakery and the smell of fresh croissants, chocolate, and cheese welcomes me.

“Bonjour!”

Behind the counter, is a large older French lady. She has a huge pan of fresh dough in her hands. She takes the pan and puts it inside a large wood burning oven.

“Bonjour.” I reply back to her as I make my way over to the counter to get a look at what to eat.

I don’t see any menus but it looks like most of the items for sale here are on display.

The lady asks what I want to order in French, and I look at her, and tell her the only phrase I knew in French.

“Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais”

(Sorry, I don’t speak French.)

The kind lady looks at me with a sympathetic smile.

“Ahh…sorry? I no speak…English very good….order?”

She has a thick accent that makes it hard for me to barely understand her incredibly limited English.

I point at a croissant on display behind the glass that has ham, fresh cheese, spinach, and other veggies. I signal to her with my hands that I want three of those croissants Tandoğan Escort with a glass of water.

The kind lady smiles and gives me a thumbs up as she preps my order getting fresh croissants ready for me.

I take a seat across from the ordering area. The seats are limited and the tables are small. The kind lady brings me a pitcher of water. With the water, she also brings a fresh complimentary cup of coffee.

“Merci,” I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and walks back to her baking area. And that’s when I take a really good look at her.

I assume her name is Olga, as that’s the name of the bakery. Olga is a large, plump mature woman looking to be in her late sixties. She’s short, about 5’2, with a fat belly and rolls on her sides. She has short brunette hair with a hairnet on. Her breasts are large, about DDD sized and sagged and I can tell she doesn’t have a bra on. She wears a blue and purple blouse with an apron on over her. Olga’s face is chubby with a double chin. She’s sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, hands, and some on her face. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she’s average looking.

What caught my attention as she walked away was she only had on panties underneath her apron. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles side to side each step she takes. Olga has large granny panties on with a pair of flip flops.

There was something about her that turned me on. She’s not physically attractive, but the thought of getting down and dirty with this fat granny has my cock twitching, and growing in my pants.

Olga comes back out moments later with my food and says something to me in French with a smile. I assume it was something along the lines of “enjoy.”

I watch as she makes her way back behind the counter. Her monstrous ass swaying back and forth. She was driving me crazy! In that very moment, I wanted her all to myself! I wanted to jump on her and lick every fold of her fat sweaty body and just ram my cock deep inside her.

Olga catches me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the corner of her mouth as she takes fresh rolls out of the oven. I want her to see me stare at her lustfully. Something inside me tells me she enjoyed being eye candy for me.

Here I am, a young fit guy in my early twenties, fantasizing about all the nasty things I can do to a fat, old lady out in the middle of nowhere in a foreign country. She must want me too…right?

I mean, the way she’s dressed! I get that it’s incredibly hot and humid inside this little bakery with no air conditioning. But why the panties? She’s walking around in her underwear with a customer here. Did she want to grab my attention? I mean…is she horny? Does she have a husband or partner that satisfies her? Or maybe she’s just the local village whore. By her walking around in her panties all day with no bra on, this can give anyone easy access to just walk up behind and fully take advantage of her.

All these thoughts crossed my mind as I ate my delicious croissants. I didn’t realize how hungry I was till I took that first bite! By the time I finish my plate, I decide I’m going to take the chance and see if she’s down to play with a young horny American guy like myself. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen if my plan fails? She screams, and I’ll get the hell out of here on my bike in no time.

I wave for Olga to come to my table.

She asks me in French if I want anything else (I assume). I immediately stand up and look down at her as I’m taller. I wrap my arms around her thick waist as I grab the straps to her apron and untie them without any trouble. I reach below and I grope her ass, squeezing her cheeks.

To my amazement, Olga just giggles. She pulls herself away from me and takes off her apron. She then rips off her blouse, exposing me to her large sagged breasts that plop down toward her belly. I take a good look at her upper body, covered in rolls and belly fat. Her breasts have large areolas and thick nipples that are hard and stick out. Olga has a big smile on her face, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

“You…like?” She asks me with a heavy hard to understand accent.

I nod my head as I take my hands and reach out to grab her breasts. They’re heavy as I pick them up and begin to squeeze them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each massive tit. I grab her left tit and try to stick as much of it in my mouth as I can while I squeeze her right breast with my other hand and use my pointer finger to play with her nipple. I then smash my face in between her breasts as I continue to squeeze them. I shake my head left and right in between her breasts while I squeeze them. My tongue plays around getting a good taste of Olga’s cleavage and breasts. She’s incredibly sweaty and tastes salty which drives me wild knowing she’s dirty after a hard day of work so far.

I release my grip from Olga’s titties and decide that it’s time to see what’s under those granny panties she has on. I grab her hands and place them on the table. Olga bends her body over leaning Tunalı Escort on the table as I stand behind her and get a fantastic view of her ass. I press against her waist as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the jungle. I grab her panties with both hands and yank them down to her ankles in one motion. I’m hit with the aroma of her musky pussy as my face is close to her ass from behind. I take a good look at the jungle before my eyes as I take in the sight of Olga’s hairy beaver. Her pussy lips are enlarged and have hair on the edges of her vaginal folds. Her hair goes down beneath her legs and up toward her pubic area, with some hair near her dark asshole.

I spread open Olga’s legs and spit into her twat. I do this a few times, and then take two fingers and shove them into her forest as they get lost deep inside her snatch.

Olga is quiet for the most part but she let’s out some grunts with deep groans. I hear her muttering something in French under her breath. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can tell she’s wet. With each push and pull in and out of her beaver, my fingers get more and more slippery.

I do this for a few minutes, fingering her pussy from behind. I realized that we are both exposed right now and that anyone can walk right in on us. I slip my fingers out and take a good whiff of her hot and sweaty pussy. Olga stands up and turns to face me. I take my two fingers and aim them for her mouth. She graciously accepts them as the grabs my arm. She licks and sucks on my fingers getting a great taste of herself. She pops my fingers out of her mouth, and licks her lips.

“Up…we go…up,” Olga says as she takes my hand and leads the way. We walk to the back of the bakery and make our way up the stairs to the second floor where she lives.

Once upstairs, we walk straight down the hall to her bedroom. Olga has a queen sized bed with a little night stand next to it. On top of it, is a little fan that circulates air through the room. Regardless of the fan, it’s still hot and muggy inside. I don’t care though. Olga shuts and locks her door. She comes to me and grabs me pulling us close to each other. She leans her head to mine and we share a deep lustful kiss. Her breath tastes like coffee and a hint of her pussy from earlier as our tongues dance together in our mouths. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga undos my belt and yanks my pants down. She’s met with the sight of my fat eight inch rod. Her eyes actually grow wide and light up with excitement.

“You….very BIG!” She tells me.

I take off my shoes and remove all my clothes, standing completely naked before her. She takes off her hairnet and tosses it to the corner.

Olga pushes me into her bed as I climb my way up and lay down on her pillows. Shaking the entire bed, Olga climbs on top and grabs my cock with her hand. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the attention. Olga then leans down over to my crotch and begins to lick my shaft all the way down to my sack. While continuing to stroke my cock up and down, she licks my cock from the tip to my balls. Without much trouble, she’s able to engulf my entire rod into her mouth and down her throat. She grabs my ball sack and squeezes it while she shakes her head left and right with my cock deep in her mouth. Only when she’s out of breath does she release my cock from her mouth coughing and spitting out saliva, making a big mess on my crotch and her lips. Olga maybe an old hag, but she’s definitely got experience! She has incredible oral skills that make my toes curl. All I can do while she sucks and deep throats my cock is groan with my eyes shut and my arms spread out wide, grabbing onto the edges of the sheets.

Olga spits my dick out of her mouth one last time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smile on her face. Before I can move, she grabs my legs and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to lick my sack. Her tongue glides down lower and ventures to my butthole. Without any kind of warning, Olga jams her tongue up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitor swirl in and out of my bum.

“HOLY…..FUCK!!!!”

I screamed from the sensitivity of her tongue up my ass as she continues to stroke my cock up and down.

Eventually, Olga pulls away from me.

She looks at me and laughs as she licks her lips, telling me she enjoyed eating my ass out.

“Ok…I think it’s time for me to finally fuck you.” I tell her knowing she probably had no idea what I said.

I guess “Fuck” is a universal language as Olga gets off the bed and signals for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her massive legs on the edge. She spreads them wide apart and lifts them. I get a perfect view of her hairy snatch as I stand between her legs. I grab my cock and press it up against her cunt. My cock is tickled by her thick wet bush as I try to find her glorious entrance with my tip. Once my tip finds the entrance to her sweaty love hole, I easily slide myself into her. I’m hit with a rush of adrenaline as my body shakes with ecstasy. Türbanlı Escort I’m balls deep inside Olga. I’m inside this fat dirty French granny.

With her legs up high, I grab them for support as I thrust my hips in and out of her snatch.

Olga grunts with her eyes closed. She mutters something in French over and over each time I shove my cock deep inside of her. I thrust as deep and hard as I can into her watching her body jiggle like jelly each time I do so. I lower her legs and grab her by the waist bringing her closer to me off the edge of the bed. As the mattress springs are getting worn out and squeak loudly, I hold onto Olga’s belly fat rolls as I pump my fat cock in and out of her soaking wet cunt. Olga and I are both really sweaty as it’s hot in the room and our sex drive is through the roof!

I pull out of Olga to catch my breath. It was time to switch positions. I motion for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use hang signals to advise her to get on top of me. Olga shakes the bed as she makes her way on top of me. She reaches behind her and grabs my cock. Without much trouble she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet hole and sits down taking all eight inches of my meat up her snatch. I feel her pubic hair brush against my completely shaven crotch each time I slam myself deep inside her.

Olga grunts as she rides my cock. I really wish I knew what she was saying in French as I’m sure she’s talking dirty.

I wrap my arms around her back as I use my hips to keep tearing her pussy apart, thrusting up and down. Her breasts are shoved in my face as I try to swallow one of her tits whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga’s entire body shift completely forward on me. I kind of panic as she’s incredibly heavy and I’m suffocated with her breasts in my face. I feel her take complete control over me as her body rises and slams deep down on my crotch. I feel her rise slowly and slam herself down taking every inch of my meat up her hairy cunt.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!”

When Olga screams out loud I get a warm and wet feeling on my cock. I feel fluids running down my shaft and down my crotch as Olga hits a powerful orgasm.

I know my arrival is soon to cum.

After a few moments of recovery, Olga gets off of me and climbs out of bed.

We both knew I was almost there and that we needed to switch things up one more time.

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies flat on her stomach. With her legs wide open, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my cock getting ready to fuck her doggy style. Before I can put my dick back inside her snatch, Olga looks up at me.

“You….in me….ass…please.”

Wow….this fat old hag wants my thick cock up her asshole. What an absolute whore she is!

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting deep inside her dark filthy hole. I spit a few times up her arse. I grab my rod and push it up against her dirty sphincter. I grab onto Olga’s fat ass as I push inch by inch up her shitter. Her asshole is pretty tight. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my dick up my ass. She’s enjoying every second of it! Once my cock is stuffed balls deep in her bum, I take slower movements, in and out of this obese hag’s arse. My orgasm is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga’s ass each time I thrust deep into her asshole.

Her laughter continues as she grunts painfully from the force of my thrusts and the spanking I’m giving to her all at once. I reach forward and grab her neck. My balls are ready to be drained. With a few more deep thrusts, I scream out loud as my cock spurts masses of my milk up Olga’s tight asshole. Olga’s screams too from the power of my arrival. My cock continues to twitch and convulse, spitting out cum until I’m absolutely drained. I slowly pull myself out of her bum. I’m greeted with the smell of her dirty bum and my jizz when my cock spits out of her ass followed by a trail of brown cum dripping out of her and down her pussy. This bitch got the fucking she deserved. Now she gets to clean my cock.

Olga turns around.

“Suck my cock!” I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I’m talking about. She gets on her knees and swallows every inch of my cock getting a lovely taste of her asshole and my semen. She licks every inch of cum off my cock and pops it out of her mouth with a proud smile on her face. I wasn’t done with her just yet though. I had the urge to take a piss.

Without warning, I start to urinate on Olga’s face. Her face jolts back at first not expecting it but she opens her mouth and literally begins to drink my piss! When she can’t swallow anymore, she gags and spits out my piss as I continue to urinate on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the bathroom next door to her bedroom. I take a quick cold shower and get changed. Olga is nowhere in sight.

I walk back downstairs to the bakery and see Olga taking fresh croissants out of the oven. She has her blouse, panties, hairnet, and apron back on. She went back to work without cleaning herself up.

“What a dirty whore you are.” I tell her out loud knowing she doesn’t understand a damn word I say.

She just laughs aloud and continues to work. I buy some baked goods for the road trip back to Paris and leave her a nice tip in US dollars. She deserved it!

THE END.

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