Ernie’s cock tasted like stale sweat as I ran my tongue up it, drawing a sharp hiss from between his teeth. He was not my ideal man. I’m not sure Ernie was anyone’s ideal. He was convenient, though, so I sat on my knees on the linoleum of his floor, licking him from balls to tip as he looked down at me like I was the best thing that ever happened to him. I could have finished him quickly. I could have been gulping down his seed in seconds, but I wanted to make sure he remembered every moment. I didn’t want him to wake up in the morning, thinking he’d just dreamed me.

I took him in my mouth quickly, full length, no hesitation, no gagging. He groaned out my name, long and slow, tangling his fingers through my auburn hair, resting his hand there gently as I began to bob. It wasn’t the best blowjob I’d ever given, but it certainly sounded like it was better than what his wife was giving him. He grunted and thrusted as his simple wooden chair squeaked under him. He kept saying that he was going to cum, but I knew what I was doing. He was nowhere close. Not yet, anyways.

I took him all the way into my mouth again, gagging slightly to make him feel like he was pushing my limits. He liked that sort of thing. Then I let it fall free, grabbing it by the base and slapping it lewdly against my tongue a few times while looking up at him. He would have married me if I’d asked him right then. He would have left his wife and run off with me.

I stood up, pulling my shirt off and laying it delicately on the table next to him, followed by my bra. He looked on in wonder. He always loved my pale, 36C tits. As I stepped forward, straddling his lap, hiking my skirt up, he took one nipple in his mouth, sucking it enthusiastically. I settled down, feeling him poke against my pussy. After a bit of aiming, I sank down onto him, moaning out his name and holding him to my tit. He always shuddered when he first entered me, like a leaf.

I worked my hips easily, not wanting to put too much strain on the ancient chair. I moaned like he was the greatest lover ever, I called out his name, echoing through the empty house. I fucked him like a pornstar, like his every fantasy came true. It wasn’t bad, truth be told. He wasn’t small, and he let me fuck him my way. I wouldn’t say Ernie was good, by any stretch of the imagination, but he wasn’t bad.

Finally, after a few long minutes of fucking, he grunted and shot off inside me. He didn’t let go of my nipple until the last dribbles were done, when he collapsed back in the chair, a silly smile on his face. I slapped his face lightly, keeping him awake enough that he could go to bed, which he did, obediently. As he trudged back, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and get dressed again.

Looking in the mirror, I couldn’t help but question a few things. I could get better than Ernie. I did get better than Ernie, regularly. Better looking, better fucking, better everything.

But those guys weren’t married to my boss, and if she wanted to cut my hours, I’d happily fuck her schlub of a husband to get back at her.