Somehow managing to get the basics done at work, the clock barely seemed to move all day. I was almost grateful for a bit of a disaster at one of our major customers, which I had to take care of, and which somewhat took my mind off things.
At ten-to-five, a car pulled into my drive. I was still on the phone, so knocked on the window as Sarah got out, motioning to my headset. She smiled and nodded. I put my customer on hold, and rushed downstairs, still in my shorts and vest from the morning. Opening the door, I mouthed 'sorry, come in, and then ran back up to continue my call. Sarah followed me into my office room, which doubles as my PC/games room, and sat directly opposite as I continued my phone call.
I struggled to finish the conversation, as she stood again and removed her long coat. She was wearing an archetypal 'little black dress'. Sitting back down on the sofa, she crossed her legs, revealing the tops of what appeared to be hold-up stockings. Still manfully trying to tie up my conversation, my eyes were glued to this vision.
"Of course, we will continue to monitor the situation." Sarah was stroking her hand up and down her leg.
"Rest assured, at the first sign of issues, we'll jump on it straight away". She playfully ran a manicured finger around her lips, before sucking it provocatively
"OK, thanks again, we will be in touch on Monday."
Finally, I put the phone down, and it was 5 p.m.
"Hi", Sarah said, simply. But her eyes, her body language and even her tone said "What do you want to do to me? I'm all yours".
I was struggling to keep up - it was still less than 24 hours since I'd laid eyes on her for the first time, and here she was, apparently offering herself to me. I stood from my desk, and moved over to her, right in front of where she sat, just out of touching distance.
Before even making any physical contact with her, I was apologising for the inevitable.
"I might be a bit... I mean, I've been thinking about this all day - sorry, it's not going to last long." My cock was as hard as when I was a sixteen-year-old boy watching my first porn film. I was scared to even touch it, it was so primed to burst.
Sarah looked at the tent in my shorts and smiled. She pulled her knees up to her chin, and then let them fall apart, revealing the gusset of her black lacy knickers, framed by the matching stockings. She pulled them up into her cunt, until her lips poked around either side of then, and then pulled them right over to one side, ready for my inspection.
Never breaking her eyes from mine (at least I don't think so, I wasn't paying much attention to her eyes at that stage), she began a circular rubbing motion on her clit.
"Take a picture." she sighed, two fingers making their way down to her little hole.
"You sure?"
I was a big fan of home-made porn, but sadly my previous partners had not been. I had managed to persuade some to pose in various states of undress in the past, but it was always with reluctance and with a verbal disclaimer to make me massively liable should there be any leaks of this sensitive material. And now this relative stranger, still spreadeagled on my sofa, two fingers rhythmically pumping in and out of her beautiful little hole, was encouraging me to record the scene for posterity.
Her fingering made a delightful squelching sound as I took multiple pictures of this elegant, sexy lady pleasuring herself. She handed me her phone, so I could do the same for her. This I found remarkably fascinating.
"You haven't wanked over me yet," she commented, matter-of-factly.
"It will be over before it starts," I began,"
"It's OK, I'd love to see you wank over me. Like you did last night."
I'd forgotten how sexy her voice was, with its little hint of Irish. And it was all the more arousing when it was emitting from this sight of pure sex in front of me. Obligingly, I pulled my shorts down to my knees and stepped over her, my cock pointing right at her, ready to blow at a moment's notice. Her fingering increased in pace slightly.
"Cover me."
Just the words nearly did it, but when I grasped my cock and pulled out a few, deliberate strokes, long ropes of thick white sperm, which had been preparing themselves for this moment all day, started landing on Sarah, as she continued playing with herself.
The resulting mess was pretty impressive, I thought to myself. The black dress and underwear she was wearing made for an amazing contrast to the white sperm she sported all over her top half. Strings and globules of cum were mostly gathered around her flat belly, where her dress was pulled up, but her shoulders, chest and sleeves all had plenty of coverage.
"Oh that's amazing!" She seemed genuinely pleased to have been ejaculated over so thoroughly and messily. Again, my thoughts went to previous relationships. Possibly, if she was drunk enough, I might have been able to persuade my ex-wife to let me cum over her like this, but the aftermath would be complaints about having to wash her dress, and an immediate trip to the shower.
Sarah, however, was still rubbing her clit almost absent-mindedly with one hand. She then grabbed her phone and started taking some pictures of the debauched scene. Taking this as my cue, I did the same.
We didn't speak for a few minutes, but she seemed to be able to read my mind as to what I wanted to see, and as I snapped away she played with the cum, holding it up to the camera with a faux shocked expression, rubbing it into her stocking tops, even matting up the black hair of her cunt by rubbing it in, and then fingering herself with my cum as her lube.
Despite my relatively advanced years in comparison to her (I am ten years older), and the enormous expulsion of semen I'd just provided, my cock had not lost its firmness. I decided to take the opportunity to introduce it to the hairy hole which was already slippery with my cum.
Our eyes locked for a good few minutes as I began fucking her slowly. She didn't make any great sound, but her breathing noticeably became quicker and more audible as I eased in and out of her. She was warm, and accommodating, but surprisingly tight.
"Where have you been all my life," I muttered.
It was a genuine question. Today's encounter had been almost purely physical, but we'd shared some good conversation the previous evening and I felt remarkably comfortable, quite a feat considering we'd only just met and were having sex for the first time.
"Waiting for this," she replied. And it seemed genuine.
It might not have seemed like the obvious time for it, but we began a conversation which lasted about an hour, fucking slowly all the while. I found out a lot about her. She'd married quite young, and her husband wasn't interested in her physically at all. She'd played the dutiful wife for several years, until finally divorcing earlier that year.
She was a virgin when she married, but since separating she hadn't gone a week without sex - she was making up for lost time. In the last three months, she'd fucked over 20 people. 22 men and one woman, in fact.
This news had a dual effect on me, strangely. My heart sank a little, as I realised this perfect little minx I'd stumbled over had also been stumbled over by quite a few others - probably many just in the last week. But my cock had no objections to this at all, in fact it redoubled it's efforts to stay hard, and I began to feel a much more significant pleasure, fucking Sarah very slightly harder and more deliberately. She noticed the change in rhythm and looked at me quizzically.
"That bother you?" There wasn't a hint of shame, and it was clear that if I was bothered, that would be my problem. We were still fucking. I thought about it.
"Honestly, I don't know. Part of me likes it. But another part..."
"Thinks I'm a slut?"
"Well, no. I mean... I'm not sure if I've been with 22 women in my life. And I'm way older than you. But you've managed to fuck 22 men in just a few weeks."
As I said the words, I couldn't help smiling a little. And my cock reacted again, twitching as it repeatedly said hello and goodbye to Sarah's cervix.
