Ted was forty-five and nearly broke. The result of a crooked business partner and a rapacious ex. Truth be told aside from the money he didn't miss his old life. Things were beginning to look up, he and a friend had the makings of a new business that would be off the ground in a few months. So while things were tight and sometimes he had only a few dollars in his pocket things could have been a lot worse. Indeed they could! To give himself a bit of cashflow he's hired himself out as a property consultant and had a steady clientele. The income just matched expenditure so as long as there were no emergencies all would be well. The work was fun. This story concerns one client, Dianne.
Dianne was about 40 and about his height, 6ft.
Ted was well built with a beard and short hair. Amazingly given the strain of the last few years he had no grey even in his dark beard.
Back to Dianne, not only was she tall but she was slender and very elegant. They hit it off while he worked on her problem. She was long divorced and at the end of the year her son went off to live with his father leaving his mother on her own.
"What the hell' he thought one day and rang her at work and asked her out, she accepted.
A nice dinner on which he blew his meagre savings a bit too much to drink and they were necking like teenagers in the back of a Taxi. He'd managed to preserve his over-mortgaged appartment so they headed there and fell in the door. Dianne knew what she wanted and unzipping his fly reached for his cock. He liked a confident woman, that and her beauty were a real turn-on. He was harder than he'd been in years. Ted was to find out later unbelievably that this woman hadn't been fucked in years. Men assumed she was taken or unattainable.
He suggested that rather than fumble about on the hall rug they repair to the comfort of his bed. Giggling like a naughty schoolgirl Dianne was led by the hand up a flight of stairs to his spartan bedroom. Dianne pushed him back on the bed and then swaying to some imaginary music unzipped the little black dress she was wearing and let it slip to the floor revealing a black garter belt and stockings - no bra - no panties. Her little black haired bush was neatly trimmed and begging for inspection. She was absolutely flawless, firm and inviting. Her skin was like alabaster against her jet black hair.
Her sapphire blue eyes twinkled with tipsy mischief. She came towards him dropped to her knees and thanked him for a lovely evening before kissing his cockhead. As she worked down along his cock with her red lips he removed his shirt and undid his belt. Struggling out of his clothes he tried to make sure she didn't miss a beat. She didn't, she sucked licked and kissed his cock his balls nibbled his thighs and in no time had him a cock twiching wreck afraid he'd come any minute. Sensing this she eased back and stroked him.
"Would you like me to suck you till you come?"
"I'd love you to but not just yet. I want to taste you and then I want to be inside you"
"Let's compromise" she giggled "I want to fucked really badly, if I get on the bed and bend over would you be awfully nice and put that lovely thing in me?"
All he could do was nod. She slunk up the bed like a cat, her nipples pointing straight out from her breasts like little fleshy berries. On her knees she spread her legs wide and throwing her hair forward burried her face in a pillow with the final instruction "Put it in me and go as hard as you like please!"
Nestling in behind her he looked down across her obscenely spread buttocks, her anus a small enticing pucker, her pussy lips wide open and wet. He aimed the head of his cock and drove forward. She was tight but well lubricated. She grunted quietly, one hand gripping a pillow rythmically her other moving back to stroke herself.
