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By *est-couple OP Man
over a year ago
Southwick (near Trowbridge) |
I made my way downstairs and through Sarah's cottagey living room. This had been modernised only to the extent of installing French windows to the rear-facing garden. I realised in minutes that the garden was totally secluded and that I could leave the house totally nude, as there were no windows to overlook the two sun loungers she had placed outside - save those of the cottage itself. As I sat down, and upstairs window creaked open, and Sarah's head appeared: 'I'm glad you are still naked', she said 'It's so liberating in the open air'. I settled down to await the promised cold drink.
This was not long in coming, and was brought by Sarah who was wearing a long cotton robe. This she slipped off to reveal a gloriously naked body, evenly tanned an wonderful for a woman of her age. 'I thought you deserved to see me, as I've seen you', she smiled. 'Now, tell me, were any of those early erections brought on by you having lustful thoughts about me?'
Well, yes they were, and the rapidly developing state of my cock betrayed that I was certainly interested in the now naked form of my disrobed photographic colleague. 'I don't fuck all my models', she teased, again in that prim and respectable voice, as she reached over and massaged my cock into a full and proud erection. Straddling me with no further words or ceremony, she impaled herself on my pole and guided my hands to her generous bosom.
'Talk dirty to me', she instructed, 'it turns me on'. We parried questions and answers, with filthy implications in each - she wanted me to tell her she was a slut, a slag, an old whore. She told me to remind her that she would have to pay me for fucking such an old boiler, that she was the mercy fuck at a party, that she was all sorts of things that she clearly wasn't. That was the paradox of the whole thing. She was a confident, sexy woman, intelligent and literate and easily capable of getting a man of her own age or younger, yet her turn-on was to be verbally debased by her lovers.
'Did you ever fuck your boss when you were a secretary bird?'
'Yes'
'Why?'
'Cause I was his possession and he could do with me what he wanted'
'You were a whore who wrote shorthand, and got the job because you had good legs and a willing cunt, then?'
'Yes - I used to wear short skirts and low-cut or see-through blouses to please him and the powerful men he had meetings with.'
'What did he do to you?'
'I'm too embarrassed to tell you.'
'Tell me, you're my possession now'
She came and shuddered at the thought.
'He stripped me slowly then ripped my knickers off. I was naked and bare in front of his eyes. He fucked me across hi desk, and filled my slutty cunt with hot sperm!'
'What else?'
'He made me sit in his office chair with my legs wide open and finger myself until I came'.
She came again, at all this (probably imagined) humiliation.
Clambering off me she took my cock in her right hand and pumped me hard until she received my cum in a wild shower of tribute across her heavy breasts. Her smile was thanks enough - but the orgasm she gave me is memorable, even twenty-five years later.
That was my only session with Sarah. We met often at the photographic Club but never again did she even hint that I might have my carnal way with her. If she fucked any of the other members after me, she did it so discreetly that none of us knew. I'm sure she did - and I'm sure that they were as surprised, and as satisfied, as was! |
