The anticipation ate at Paul as he waited for the coming day, and as hours dragged on, he found himself all the more aroused at the prospects of his next rendez-vous with Margaret. The night passed in a fitful sleep, and Paul again found himself masturbating to the image of this beautiful older woman on her knees in the parking lot of Maggie's. As he climaxed, he imagined her soft mouth engulfing his penis, swallowing his cum and smiling.
Morning finally came, and although it seemed he had barely slept, Paul hurriedly prepared himself for the coming day with an unexpected surge of energy. He had several hours to kill before he was scheduled to arrive at Margaret's firm, so Paul made his way to the gym in the hopes of burning off some of his pent-up tensions. Despite his efforts, his work-out seemed to make him all the more anxious for the coming meeting at Margaret's office. After a long shower, he decided it was time to get ready.
Arriving downtown, he located the offices of Coleman and Hayes. It would be hard to miss, considering it was housed in an enormous skyscraper, and the firm was among the city's most prestigious. Paul was nervous as he rode the escalator up to the 15th floor, and he became acutely aware of the growing erection in his pants. He attempted to cover his embarrassment with his briefcase, but he noticed a young woman giggle and smile a knowing glance in his direction as she left the elevator. Paul's face was bright red as the doors opened onto the 15th floor, and with his heart beating loudly in his chest, he stepped out into the reception area of the Coleman and Hayes law-firm. He approached the desk, his voice cracking as he nervously introduced himself, "I'm here to meet with Margaret Coleman, Paul Hudson, she's expecting me." The receptionist smiled and suggested he take a seat for just a moment, and so Paul found a chair and pretended to occupy himself with a magazine. The receptionist was an attractive woman herself, in her early 50's perhaps, with classic looks and a very slim figure. Paul's mind drifted once again to sexual thoughts, and he was soon erect again. It was at that exact moment that the door to Margaret's office opened suddenly, and he saw the statuesque red-headed woman standing in the doorway with a smile. Paul, unthinkingly stood up, his erection protruding obviously in his pants as he walked over to greet Margaret. The receptionist clearly noticed, and she giggled as she pretended to occupy herself with some paperwork.
Swallowing deeply, Paul followed Margaret into her office and closed the door. Her office was enormous, a rarity in this city, and wide glass windows spanned the length of two walls. Her heels clicked seductively on the marble floor as she made her way to her desk, sitting down and crossing her legs demurely.
"I think it's best that we talk about our expectations here," she began, "I'm looking for a sexual partner, not a relationship, and so I don't want you to have any misconceptions." She stood again, and Paul's eyes followed her shapely legs as she crossed over to the small bar to his right. "You see, my work here doesn't give me time for much of anything in the extracurricular sense," she continued as she poured two glasses of scotch. "Which brings me to the most important point of all," she said as she laid the glass in front of Paul and sat down again, sipping slowly at her own, "I am in a position of importance here, and my role as partner implies that any sort of liaison we might arrange must be carried out with the utmost discretion." Paul was shocked at this wholly different woman, so much more reserved and businesslike than the woman he had recalled from his evening at Maggie's. This disparity in her character intrigued Paul all the more, and he found himself increasingly more aroused. "If you're willing to accept those terms, than I believe we can come to an arrangement. Are you ready for everything this partnership entails, Paul? Without another word, she rose again from her desk and walked towards Paul, stroking her fingers across his shoulders and upper chest as she came to his side. She suddenly crossed her leg over his seated form, straddling him in his chair, and reached down to feel the burning erection in his trousers. Her skirt rose up slightly in the action, showing the tops of her stockings and revealing the smooth white flesh of her upper thighs.
Paul's response came in the form of an animalistic flood of desire, and his hands reached out for her body, tracing up from her thighs to her perfect breasts. Her white blouse was seductively unbuttoned just enough to show her cleavage, but Paul couldn't resist his desire to see her beautiful naked body. He began unbuttoning her blouse as he roughly kissed her neck, and she, moaning with lust, removed the jacket to her conservative business suit. His hands immediately reached for her breasts, enclosed in a black lace bra, and he began to kiss Margaret deeply. Her tongue danced against his own as her hands began unbuttoning his pants, releasing his straining cock. Her hand began to gently pump up and down on his penis as the kiss continued, Paul brusquely lifted her from his lap as he rose from the chair, dropping her ass roughly on her desk as he removed her blouse entirely.
Paul's hands fell to Margaret's thighs, and after groping at the soft flesh above her stocking-tops, he pushed her short skirt up to her waist. His right hand found itself nestled between her perfect legs, and his fingers began to tease her sex, already soaking in her black lace panties. She moaned softly into his kiss as he rubbed gently against her clitoris, and with a sudden lust-drunk motion, Paul's hands reached for her panties, pulling them down her shapely legs. He fell to his knees, and bringing his face to her sopping wet shaved cunt, he began to lick and suck. She moaned uncontrollably now, her hips bucking against his roving tongue. He focused his attentions on her rock-hard clitoris, licking in fast teasing strokes across her tiny bud. He sensed her impending orgasm, and he began to lick in a quicker pace, and just at the moment of her climax, he sucked deeply onto her clitoris, pushing her over the edge. She moaned loudly as her thighs clamped against the side of Paul's head, and in her lust, her hands dropped down to entangle themselves in his hair.
There were no words now, only lust. Paul rose, pulling Margaret from her position on the desk. He roughly turned her around, positioning her with her hands braced against the top of her desk and her legs spread, exposing her ass and pussy. The vision of this beautiful mature woman so wantonly displayed, dressed only in her heels and stockings, was more than enough incentive for Paul to approach her waiting body once again. His hands found her full hips, and with a rough thrust, he slid his cock deeply into her sopping cunt, causing Margaret to let out another load moan of pleasure. Within a few strokes, her hips began to buck back against his fucking, and Paul began to pound his cock into her with all of his hunger. Her moans increased with his sudden roughness, and she began yelling out for Paul to keep up his assault, "Fuck me like a whore... that's it... oh god... please just fuck me!" This turned Paul on even more, and he began to slap her ass intermittently as he plowed into her writhing body. Again, she moaned, "Oh god Paul, fuck me like a slut... slap that slutty ass!"
Paul suddenly understood Margaret's disparity in character, her conservative business side needed an outlet for its frustrations. Behaving like a whore was turning her on, and so Paul fell more into character himself, "That's it you fucking slut... take my cock in that whore pussy!" It was all it took to push Margaret over the edge again, and her orgasm came suddenly and forcefully. Her pussy clamped down on Paul's cock, and she flooded his penis with her juices as her whole body shook with her climax. Paul withdrew, roughly slapping her ass as he pulled away.
Paul's voice was hoarse as he spoke, "Okay whore, now it's time that you show me what a cock-sucking whore you can be." He thought that perhaps he had pushed the role-play too far, but Margaret obediently dropped to her knees in front of him and took his shaft deeply into her mouth. Moaning, Paul urged her on, "That's it slut, taste your whore pussy!" Her head began to bob up and down on his penis, and her throat took him deeper with each stroke. Soon Paul's entire cock was lodged in her throat, forcing her to gag slightly. Pulling back, she continued bobbing back and forth on his cock, occasionally stopping to lick along its entire length. Margaret sensed Paul's tension as his orgasm built up, and she moaned out as his cock slipped momentarily from her lips. "Cum on my face Paul, treat me like a whore!" It was too much for Paul, seeing this beautiful professional woman begging him like a wanton slut, and his cum shot out from his cock in a sudden torrent. Her open mouth tried to catch the majority of his load, her tongue dancing as a blast of cum landed directly in her mouth. The rest of his cum coated her beautiful face, covering her in a sheen of thick white jism. She then surprised Paul by using her finger to collect the cum from her face, and dutifully swallowed every drop she could find.
"Was I a good cock-slut whore for you, Paul," she asked, a grin beaming across her face. Paul smiled and pulled Margaret to her feet, bringing her close to him, kissing her deeply. He knew that this was only the start of a beautiful partnership.
