It’s about 1am. I feel sick with excitement and nerves. I can’t quite believe what I’m doing. Part of me wants to cancel. Unable to reconcile what I’m about to do with the fact that by day I’m a middle aged house wife and mother. My phone vibrates in my hand making me startle. ‘I’m here’ is all it says.I rise and walk to the front door. As I open it I hide behind it, hardly wishing anyone who happened to be out at this hour to see me bare breasted and crimson mouthed. Skimpy black lingerie barely covers the rest of my torso and exposes my bare aching cunt. I ache for his touch.

We’ve only met in person once before, but communicate extensively and intimately online. I’ve never fucked a younger man before Daddy. In fact I’ve only fucked 3 other men in nearly 20 years. But there was this longing, deep in the pit of my belly. A need that wouldn’t go away, despite my best attempts to deny it. He has released me. Unstoppered the bottle and let the genie, or rather a dirty wet cunted whore who longs to serve him free.

He looks me up and down. Partly out of lust, and partly to check that I’ve followed his instructions. I’m dressed and made up to his satisfaction. He pushes me against the wall by my throat just inside the front door. I stand on my tiptoes as he tweaks my nipples hard, half kisses, half bites my lips.