Olga's Bakery

My name is Luke. I'm 24 years old, single, and travel solo for leisure at least twice a year. I head to France for a week vacation to explore Paris. As a solo traveler, I do what I can to stay within budget so that I'm not broke when I return home. As an example, I stay in hostels for lodging instead of hotels. Hostels are a very economical way to travel. They also provide people the unique opportunity to meet fellow travelers from around the world. Toward the end of my week, I decide to explore outside the city. One of the employees that runs the hostel I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to rent motor scooters at affordable daily rates. With a small backpack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental place. I carry my wallet, phone, snacks and water. I pick up my scooter and head west leaving Paris.

It's a scenic ride once I leave the city rush hour ride into the outskirts. I don't have a destination in mind. I just want to explore. After a couple hours, 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 with few people out and about. I ride by and a few locals wave at me as I wave back in return. I stop my scooter and park it next to a bakery. I built an appetite on the road and this looked like the only place in town that served food. I take a good look at the small establishment. 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."

The logo has bread and fruit next to the name on the sign. Knowing little to no French, I take out my phone to translate the name: "Olga's Bakery." I wouldn't have been able to guess that boulangerie is French for bakery. The only sentence I know in French happens to be that I don't speak French. I'm fortunate that most of the places I've been to so far during my week had people speaking English and their native language. However, in the middle of nowhere at least 70 kilometers outside of Paris, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English. I make my way into the bakery and the smell of fresh croissants, chocolate, and cheese welcomes me.

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

"Bonjour," I reply back to her making 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 are on display. The lady asks me a question in French.

"Desolé je ne parle pas Francais," I say telling her the only phrase I knew in French. The kind lady looks at me with a sympathetic smile.

"Ahh...English no good....food?" She has a thick accent that makes it hard for me to understand her 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 two of those croissants 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 mature baker brings me a pitcher of water. With the water she also brings a 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 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, standing at about 5'2 with a fat belly and rolls on her sides. She has short brunette hair with a hairnet on. Her breasts are at least DDDs and sagged due to how heavy her wonders are and age. 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 her panties underneath her apron. She has a big fat ass that jiggles side to side each step she takes. Olga wears large granny panties 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 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 her make way back behind the counter with her monstrous ass swaying back and forth. She drives me crazy! In that moment, I knew I wanted her all to myself! I want to jump on her and lick every fold of her fat sweaty body and ram my cock deep inside her. Olga catches me eyeing her from her workstation. 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 lustfully stare at her. Something inside me tells me she's flattered 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 granny 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 hot and humid inside this little bakery with no air conditioning. But why the panties with no pants on? She's walking around in her underwear with a customer inside. Did she want to grab my attention? Does she have a husband or partner that satisfies her? Or maybe she's just the local village whore. Walking around in panties and no bra all day to give a man easy access to walk up and fully take advantage of her. All these thoughts cross my mind as I eat 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 ready to take the chance and see if she's down to play with a young horny 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 motor scooter 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 then stand up and look down at her as I'm taller. I wrap my arms around her thick waist and grab the straps to her apron, untying them without any trouble. I reach below and I grope her ass, squeezing her cheeks. To my astonishment, Olga laughs. She pulls herself away from me and takes off her apron. She then rips off her blouse, exposing 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.

"Ahh?" She asks nonverbally seeking validation. I nod my head, taking my hands and reaching out to grab her breasts. I pick up her heavy wonders and begin to squeeze them. Olga stands laughing softly to herself as I play with each massive breast. I grab her left tit and try to stick as much of it in my mouth as I can while I squeeze her right tit with my other hand and use my pointer finger to play with her nipple. I then smash my face in between her breasts, continuing to squeeze them. I shake my head left and right between her breasts while I squeeze them. My tongue plays around getting a taste of Olga's cleavage. She's sweaty and tastes salty which drives me wild knowing she's filthy after a hard day of work.

I release my grip from Olga's breasts and decide that it's time to see what's under her granny panties she has on. I grab her hands and place them on the table. Olga bends her body over leaning on the table as I stand behind her and get a view of her ass. I press against her waist and 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 while my face is close to her ass from behind. I take a good look at the jungle before my eyes. 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 beaver.

I do this a few times and then take two fingers, shoving them into her hairy snatch to get lost deep inside. Olga is mostly quiet but she lets out some deep grunts. I hear her muttering in French under her breath. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can feel she's wet. With each push and pull in and out of her forest, my fingers get increasingly slippery. I do this for an awhile, fingering her pussy from behind. I realize that we are both exposed and anyone can walk right in on us. I take my fingers out and get a whiff of her 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 by grabbing my arm. She licks and sucks on my fingers getting a taste of herself. She then pops my fingers out of her mouth and licks her lips. She points up to the ceiling with a hand gesture to signal me to head upstairs. 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 small hallway to her bedroom. Olga has a queen sized bed with a 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 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 her pussy from a moment prior as our tongues dance in our mouths. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga unbuckles my belt and forcefully pulls my pants down. She's met with the sight of my fat cock. Her eyes bulge, lighting up with excitement.

"Ouah!!" She tells me with her jaw dropped. I take off my shoes and remove the rest of my clothes, standing 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 nuts and squeezes them gently while shaking her head left and right with my cock deep in her mouth. Only when she's out of breath that she'll release my cock from her mouth coughing and spitting out saliva, making a mess on my crotch and her lips. Olga is an old hag but she's got experience! She has oral skills good enough to 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 with an unexpected amount of strength. She grabs my shaft again and begins to lick my sack. Her tongue glides to ventures south to my butthole. Without forewarning, Olga jams her tongue up my ass as I feel her wet salivating visitor swirl in and out of my bum.

"HOLY.....FUCK!!!!" I scream from the sensitivity of her tongue up my ass as she continues to stroke my cock up and down. Eventually Olga pulls away. She looks at me and laughs as she licks her lips to tell me she enjoyed eating my ass.

"Ok, I think it's time for me to fuck you," I tell her knowing she probably had no idea what I said. I guess "Fuck" is universal 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 open and lifts them. I get a view of her hairy beaver standing between her legs. I grab my cock and press it up against her cunt. My manhood is tickled by her thick wet bush as I try to find her glorious slit with my tip. Once my tip finds the entrance to her sweaty hole, I easily slide myself into her. I'm hit with a rush of adrenaline as my body shakes with ecstasy. I'm balls deep inside Olga. I'm inside this filthy, fat granny. With her legs up high, I grab them for support and thrust my hips in and out of her. Olga screams with her eyes closed. She mutters something in French over and over each time I shove my cock deep inside of her. I thrust deep and hard 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 pumping my fat cock in and out of her soaking pussy. Olga and I are both sweaty from the heat of the room and our sex drive.

I pull out of her momentarily to catch my breath. It's 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. She reaches behind and grabs my cock. Without much trouble she aligns my rod with her sweaty hole and sits down taking every inch of my meat deep inside her hairy wet vagina. I feel her pubic hair brush against my shaven crotch each time I slam myself deep into her. Olga moans with high pitched yelps as she rides me. I wish I knew what she was saying in French as I'm sure she's talking dirty. I wrap my arms around her back and use my hips to continuously tear her pussy apart, thrusting up and down. Her heavy wonders are shoved in my face as I try to swallow one of her tits whole in my mouth. All of a sudden I feel her entire body shift completely forward on me. I briefly panic from the weight of the pig in my lap as I'm suffocated momentarily. I feel her taking 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 pussy.

"Ouuiiiiuuuiiii!!!!!!!!" Olga screams out loud. I get a warm and wet sensation run down my cock telling me she hit 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 know I am almost there and need 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 behind her, stroking my cock getting ready to fuck her doggy style. Before I can shove myself back inside her snatch, Olga reaches behind to grab my member. Her hand guides my shaft to her passage as an assist. She does her best to turn her chubby face back toward me to show me a goofy grin on her face. Her hand steers my cock to her entryway from behind. However, something feels off. My tip isn't pressed against her slit this time. Instead, it's placed up to the north pushing into her sphincter. Holy shit! This old hag wants me up her ass! I spread her 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 anus. I grab onto Olga's fat ass and push my way inch by inch up her shitter. Her asshole is surprisingly tight.

Olga just laughs aloud taking my dick up her ass. She's enjoying every second of it! Once I'm balls deep in her bum, I take slower movements in and out of her forbidden passage. 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 simultaneously. I reach forward and grab her neck. My balls are ready to be drained. With a few more deep thrusts, I scream out loud with my cock spurting milk up her tight asshole. Olga's moans blissfully from the power of my arrival. My cock continues to twitch and convulse, spitting out cum until I'm drained. I slowly pull myself out of her. 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 her. Once again, she somehow knows what I'm insinuating. She gets on her knees and swallows every inch of my cock getting a taste of her filthy 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 as I had the sudden urge to take a piss. Without warning, I start to urinate on her. Her face jolts back at first not expecting it but she opens her mouth and 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 put my clothes back on. Olga is nowhere in sight. I walk 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 casually knowing she doesn't understand a damn word I say. She giggles in response and continues to work. I buy some baked goods for the trip back to Paris and give her generous gratuity in cash. She deserved it!

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Fictional Story I wrote in 2020. Thanks for reading!