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.

“I am. I am a slut.”

She held my gaze solemnly as she said the words. My cum was beginning to dry on her black dress, and her hair had become a bit tousled with the Sex we’d already had.

“I Love cock, and fucking, and the idea of people looking at me, watching me, feeling me. If that’s a problem to you, now’s the time to say.”

It turned out she’d had the same conversation with a few of the 22 of the last couple of months. And, seemingly, all had a problem with Sarah being a slut. But did I?

“It’s something I’ve not considered before. I mean,” I grinned “I have absolutely no problem with it right now.”

“Clearly not,” she replied happily, as I gave her a few faster faced strokes and made her gasp a little bit.

“But I don’t think I’d take it too well if we met up in a few days and you told me you’d been fucking other people.”

She thought for a minute.

“OK. Tell you what then. Until otherwise agreed, I’m all yours. I’m your personal fuck toy.”

This was something I could agree to. And I was pretty proud that such a slutty, attractive and clearly available lady would agree to this.

“Just to be clear, this means I will not have Sex with anyone behind your back,” she clarified. I didn’t really see the significance of this or consider that this meant she’d be perfectly permitted to fuck anyone in front of my face.

Verbal Sex contract agreed, we continued to talk. I was really surprised to learn that she’d never had an Orgasm. I offered to go down on her immediately, but she wasn’t overly keen.

“I mean, I like it, but it just seems like a good way to get me ready for cock, not something to pursue.”

“What about a vibrator?”

I was equally taken aback to learn that not only did she not own one, she’d never tried one at all.

“I’ve only been divorced a few months,” she reasoned.

“Hang on.”

I had a bedside cupboard full of gadgets and paraphernalia that had been lying redundant since I got them – my Wife found even the idea of them crass and disgusting.

I eased my not-quite-fully-erect cock out of her and rummaged around, before emerging with a Hitachi magic wand – a mains powered ‘massager’ which is the go-to weapon of choice when coaxing orgasms out of girls in any Porn production where the female Orgasm is required. Sarah had never seen one before. I plugged it in and then handed it to her.

Turning it on at its lowest power, she tentatively held it to her clit. Her eyes widened.

“Oh…My..” She didn’t finish as she’d edged up the power a little, and it had seemingly taken away her power of speech. She grasped the toy with both hands, looking like she’d never let go. I grabbed my camera and started to video the scene.

Her Orgasm took about 10 minutes to arrive, and when it did, it was a sight to behold. She wasn’t noisy, but her gasping was really intense, and she shook and trembled for a good few minutes afterwards. We’ve watched it back many times over – she was delighted that her first Orgasm was available to review again and again, and made me send it to her on WhatsApp.

“What have I been missing? Fucking hell, that thing is the business”.

She pulled me close and gave me a long, passionate kiss, her tongue dancing delicately around my mouth.

“How’s it feel to be the man to give me my first Orgasm?” I laughed – all I’d done is given her the tool to do the job. But she was extremely grateful, and this was gratifying.

“That’s the first time we’ve kissed,” I observed.”

I’d ejaculated over her and fucked her for over an hour, but we’d never kissed, strangely. She looked into my eyes, a real look of gratitude in her eyes.

“Plenty more where that came from. Keep me Cumming and you’ll get anything you’ve ever wanted.

Sarah fell back, now totally naked and super relaxed after her Orgasm. She held her lovely little cunt wide open, prompting me to take some more snaps, it was too good to miss. And, as before, the camera seemed to spur her on, encouraging her to do more, show more, behave like a true little whore.

I got the urge to pay tribute to her again, and stood over her, pulling my cock slowly and deliberately. There was no sign of another Orgasm for me any time soon though. She shuffled closer, grabbing my cock and looking up at me.

“So how about you then? You must do a lot of wanking?” She was smirking, but there wasn’t a hint of mockery in her words. “What do you wank over?”

This was another traditionally thorny subject. Plenty of women I’d encountered would claim to like a bit of Porn, but in reality, this had never been the case in any one of my previous relationships.

So I was reluctant to reveal the enormous cache of videos and pictures I’d amassed since pornography had turned digital – and I still had a chest full of magazines from the pre-digital era, something which had been a problem for my ex-Wife in particular.

When it had come down to a choice between her or Sarah Young’s gangbang fantasies, essentially Sarah Young won. After all, I’d ‘known’ her longer than my ex-Wife, and I’d definitely had more ‘Sex‘ with her (my hand standing in for her, but you know what I mean) than my ex.

And here was another Sarah. Nothing in our encounter so far led me to believe she’d be anything other than understanding, so I bit the bullet. Exhibit one was the magazine collection.

I’d discovered a disreputable shop which was prepared to vend top-shelf magazines to my thirteen-year-old, spotty self not long after I’d discovered Masturbation. The airbrushed, excruciatingly unattainable models had accompanied me through probably thousands of ejaculations.

Generally the picture sets had been the foreplay though, the part that pushed me over the edge was the stories. In those days hardcore Porn was absolutely out of reach in the UK, especially to someone of my early years. But any amount of debauched situations could be described via the written word.

In retrospect it probably wasn’t the healthiest idea for a thirteen year old boy to be reading about swingers, gangbangs and women behaving like total harlots. But once I’d realised those beauties on the top shelf were available to me, that’s where all my pocket money went.

As time went on and attitudes and laws changed, the Porn got harder. The magazines stopped once the internet took off. And now I had terabytes of pictures and videos, the hoarding having become digital. And now Sarah was immersing herself in this, what I’d heard described as ‘worrying’, ‘disgusting’, ‘perverted’, ‘sad’, ‘lonely’ and probably a lot more behind my back. Sarah, though, seemed fascinated – even slightly awed.

“Wow. This is a lot of Porn,” she murmured. She was still naked, propped up on her elbows and dragging through folder after folder on my tablet. My Porn was on a server, so I could get to it on my computer phone, tablet, even my TV.

“You really are a bit of a perv, aren’t you?” I’d heard similar words before, but this time it wasn’t in mocking or between enraged sobs. Sarah clearly approved.

“Ha-ha! Just when I think there’s an end to it, there’s more! I Love your organisational skills. Have you even watched all of this?!”

“I don’t think there’s enough hours in the day to watch it all before I die, even if I didn’t have a job. I laughed. “But I’ve always thought it’s good to have a choice.”

“Indeed… I guess you’ve got to have a system, to find what you need. Look at this shit – Amateur, Bride, British, Classics, Cumshots, Deep throat, Double Vaginal?”

She paused at this, frowning a little. I gulped, and she continued..

“Gangbang,” again she paused and looked at me, knowingly for a second,

“Hotwife, Japanese, lesbian, Misc, Orgy, Pissing. Pissing?”

I was again expecting disgust, but she was still smiling and clearly fascinated.

“Public… Wow. I don’t know where to start with this.”

Again, I’d heard the same phrase from previous partners, but Sarah’s ‘where to start’ was not where to start admonishing me, it was which folder to open first.

“I don’t even know what some of this stuff means. Bride?” I was still, out of habit, feeling like I should be apologetic. But I forced myself to embrace my debauchery as Sarah appeared to be doing.

“It’s just Porn featuring a bride. You know, like in her wedding dress.”

“Right. Sounds a bit, I don’t know, too romantic for Porn?” I laughed.

I don’t think you’ll find anything too romantic in there. She clicked into the folder.

“Oh, wow! I think I get it now. Look at this one ‘Bride Gangbang 04 – Ella fucks all her groomsmen’. That is pretty Hot.

She reached for the Hitachi. Still on her front, she manoeuvred the toy until it was up against her clit again, and turned it on, low powered. She circled her pretty white bum gently, almost absent mindedly, pushing down on the large head of the vibrator as she went on.

“Double Vaginal? Is that what it sounds like?”

“I guess so. Two guys inside a girl at the same time.”

“You want to do that?”

“I don’t think so, not sure I could cope with rubbing my cock on another man’s.”

“That’s a shame!”. She looked over her shoulder, eyes still shining.

“Keep on fucking me then, whilst I go through your Porn collection.” Obediently I slipped into her from behind, her hole buzzing gently from the vibrator. I didn’t move much, just a really slow thrust, occasionally. It felt amazing.

“Right then – Hotwife? Is that like a MILF?”

“No, it’s more like a married woman who fucks men outside of the marriage.”

“Awesome! Now that is so Horny. So like Wife swapping?!”

“Sort of, but the man doesn’t tend to sleep with other women. It’s all about the woman.”

“Good.” She paused, investigating the ‘Hotwife’ folder.

“Bit of a fan of the Hotwives then?” There was a lot of stuff in that folder.

“Dunno. I guess so. That stuff is usually the man filming his Wife with other men. So not pro Porn. It’s pretty good seeing women who you know aren’t getting paid for it, just doing it for their own pleasure.”

“Isn’t it just?”

I continued fucking Sarah as she perused folder after folder of my filth. Nothing appeared to shock her, and every time I held my breath a bit as she delved into the less ‘vanilla’ sections she took it in her stride. She was, sexually, the girl of my dreams.

“Cumshots. Lovely.” It was hard to be sure what proportion, but I know the cumshots folder contains a huge proportion of my collection.

“Oh fucking hell. Look at the state of this little slut!”

Lots of the videos I’d downloaded contained covers and screenshots of the content, and Sarah had opened a picture of the cover of ‘Massive Facials’. On the front was a pretty young girl in a bikini, on her knees and surrounded by six hard penises, each poking into her face, hair, or hanging over her shoulders.

And on the back, the final scene, all of those cocks softening and spent, and the contents of their balls sliding proudly down her face, eyes bloodshot, makeup smeared and six loads of white semen hanging off her nose, ears, and gathering on her tits.

Sarah had turned her vibrator back up, and I took this as my cue to start thrusting into her a little quicker.

“Right – think we need to talk about this one. Pissing? People pissing on each other, right?

“Pretty much. It’s just a step dirtier than cumshots I guess. Here,” I leaned over her and tapped into some screenshots from a sexy German girl who made a few appearances in the pissing section.

“This girl does a lot of piss stuff – check out this one.” There was a screen roll of about 20 pictures showing a good looking, smiling young lady kneeling in the bath as four or five anonymous cocks used her mouth and masturbated, before ejaculating over her.

And finally, once she sported all of their seed in her face and hair, they pissed her ‘clean’.