“Good girl”

I ventured out into the midday heat to visit “Sara” again at her loft in the city. She opened the door in a skimpy lavender nightie and high heels, welcomed me in and fetched me a glass of ice water. As per usual, we had a conversation that lasted a couple of sentences. I sat on the couch and she hopped on my lap. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth while I slid the strap of her lingerie down, exposing a breast. She’s around 40, but her body is toned and tight. Sara is rather docile, which made me more aggressive than I usually am.

“Get on your knees,” I whispered in her ear.

Sara obeyed. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, and pulled down my underwear. My erection was in her face. I looked down to see her put my penis in her mouth. She lubricated the shaft with her saliva, then slid her hand up and down it while her mouth worked on the head. Having a woman on her knees servicing me gives me an incredible sense of my masculinity.

“Good girl,” I whispered.

I usually don’t come during oral, but Sara permits CIM. She’s a talented cocksucker, but I held out as long as I can. I enjoyed having her on her knees. I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and gently fucked her face. I felt my balls tighten. It was time. With a loud grunt, I shot a load into her mouth. She rose and went to the bathroom sink to spit and rinse.

It didn’t take me long to recover. I started on top of her. Rolling her on top of me, she rode me for a while. She ended up on her hands and knees. I grabbed her hair and fucked her rough and deep. Nothing tender about it. It was liberating being so unabashedly physical. No pretensions of intimacy. I fucked her like the whore she is.

After it was done, I lay exhausted on the bed. Music from her radio played in the background. I almost drifted off to sleep.

“It’s relaxing,” she said, some of the few words she uttered.

I dressed and prepared to leave.

“You’re sweet,” she told me as I said goodbye.