It all started in a period when nothing mattered and even his writing had lost its ability to spellbind him. He was fast approaching 70 and so jaded that it seemed nothing sexual could awaken his lust and yet an unexpected compliment from a Lady writer possessed of a fetish for subjecting herself to the rampant predilections of groups of old men was enough to kick-start an avalanche of feelings in him.
These feelings, long dormant, led him naturally into an erotic pen-pal relationship with the spectacularly well-endowed woman who withheld no secrets yet whom he felt compelled to refer to, for the sake of her privacy, as "Lady Writer."
The amateur pictures she sent freely on email were fascinating though not exactly his taste; her naked breasts smeared with ejaculate from the men using her left him cold.
"But," he wondered, "What about me putting my sperm there?" and he felt the long forgotten lust stirring in his groin.
This was a modern woman who knew what she wanted and those wants included the desire that he write a story describing her satisfying the sexual needs of a group of men "the older the better." Lady Writer had read the stories he had submitted to an internet group and liked what he wrote.
"Write a story about me, no holds barred or should I say no holes barred? Spanking, both breasts and arse, yes please," followed by a cheeky smiling face and a final caveat, "Don't fall in Love with me."
There had followed an exchange of mails over the summer, his inquisitive, seeking details and explanations and hers cheerfully cheeky, sluttish and very down to earth. There followed a tactful questioning of her constant referral to herself as "slut."
"Isn't slut an insult, a derogatory reference to a woman?" he asked. This resulted in a veritable menu of her kinky preferences ending with her only dislike, anal sex. She summed it all up thus;
"I suck and swallow, I like being used by groups of men. A dozen hands roaming over my body, fingers exploring all holes, jostling to get their cocks in me is thrilling. Double penetration gets me off every time! I love cum spraying on my breasts and I love it if Peeping Toms masturbate as they peep. I am a slut and being the centre of men's desires, controlling them, stimulates me immensely and gives me a feeling of empowerment."
"But if you meet men who do not respect you and they take control?"
"It has happened and then I was subject to being forced, used and abused, often with various objects, cucumbers for example."
As if to convince him, an Email with an attachment, a picture of her spread sex penetrated by a hefty cucumber, popped up in his mailbox.
"Do you like that?" She asked before she continued with another mail.
"But I usually know the men I mix with. My husband lends me to his friends to be used and he is always there filming what goes on so that losing control doesn't often happen. Young men, brought up on internet pornography are the worst. Perhaps that's why I have a desire to satisfy old men. They are grateful for the chance of an orgasm and they are respectful. Old tricks and forgotten kinks can be very stimulating."
So began a thought provoking Email relationship that resulted in his first story about her, based on her experiences as a penniless student who had to pay in kind for the flat she lived in. Lady Writer was pleased with the story and their mail correspondence continued in this way until he was unexpectedly asked to travel to her hometown on business.
"I am staying in the airport hotel, can we meet?"
Her cheerful reply, complete with picture of her fabulous breasts was positive. They met for dinner and this is what happened.
By the third drink he was sceptical..."Bloody old fool," he told himself. He looked around the lobby for the umpteenth time and wondered how he could leave without confirming for all to see that he'd been stood up. He wished he hadn't worn a tie, he was looking dressed up, looking like it all meant too much. The whole thing was a farce and his discomfort was compounded by his being 20 minutes early for his rendezvous with "Lady Writer."
He scolded himself.
"Did you really think she would come to meet a total stranger from the internet? There must be dozens like you, fascinated by her sluttish pictures and desperate to have sex with her."
He berated himself yet again for his naivety and looked around the lobby one last time. No, there was no one here who could possibly be Lady Writer. Pushing his chair back he rose to leave but a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"So, you didn't spot me. What were you expecting?"
Startled, he turned to face a smartly dressed lady carrying a briefcase. He guessed her to be about 35 years old. Her ash blond hair was tied back rather severely in a pony tail but her smile was full and genuine. She was not especially tall but had lovely legs and a busty fullness that her tailor made jacket accentuated rather than hid.
"I am sorry but I was busy spying on you and I rather forgot the time."
He didn't know what to say and she apologised for a second time.
"I am sorry, It is a bad habit I have, let us find our table and I will explain."
He extended his hand as if to introduce himself. She smiled. Moving gracefully and ignoring his hand, she embraced him and kissed both cheeks.
"I feel we know each other already, we have after all shared our sexual dreams, fantasies and ambitions during our Email correspondence this last year or so."
They moved into the restaurant and found a table. He felt foolish while she, as far as he could see, looked perfectly at ease.
"I am a lawyer," she said, "I have learned to quickly sum up the people I meet. I was sitting behind you watching your every move. If I had not liked what I saw I would have left without meeting you."
"And what have you learned about me that enabled you to stay?"
"Like me you like to be punctual, even to the point of arriving 20 minutes before the agreed time."
She grinned at him and he blushed.
"You are secure in yourself and outwardly it seemed you were perfectly at ease. You treat the staff at the bar with respect and you are more polite than the average man. You are modest, you blush and that's a good sign. Yes, you seem like a man I could respect."
With that, she grinned, leant across the table and pointing with her thumbs to her to her chest whispered "Do you like my tits?"
He tried not to stare at her generous cleavage as she drew her shoulders back and presented her bust to him. He felt sure the whole restaurant was staring and he stuttered as he replied.
"I like them very much, but could you be a bit more discreet?"
She grinned and under the table her foot stroked his leg.
"I told you I was a slut. But don't worry, I'll behave."
The waiter came and went and the meal was eaten as they discussed each others writing. He was sure that anyone listening would have been scandalised as the discussion moved back and forth between them.
"Yes," She said "You are correct. I have told you that I don't like Anal intercourse. As a consequence of that neither do the characters I create." She whispered loudly. "But you see the double insertion I referred to in the story you mentioned doesn't mean one cock is anal; it means they are both vaginal!"
"Oh dear," he stuttered and blushed furiously, "I agree, I also cannot have my characters doing things I don't like. I wouldn't like to feel another man's cock touching mine no matter how delightful the vagina was."
"You say that but if I asked you right now to take me to your room and fuck me and another cock then I bet you would make an effort to oblige me!"
"I would always want you for my self."
"But my darling you cannot have me for yourself. I am a slut and thrive on doing my husbands will. If he brings a dozen men home from the pub then I get turned on by the thought of satisfying them all. My loyalty is to my husband.
"Romance," She paused as if to emphasise the point; "Romance, not sex, with anyone but my husband, is out of the question."
