[valiant71]

This was in 2007, and I was in between relationships but had struck up a flirty, albeit platonic as far as I was concerned, friendship with a married lady of similar age to me (at the time mid-30s).

She lived in the next village to mine, and worked as a Chartered Accountant at a locally well-known Accountancy firm.

She’d begun sending me pics of her in lingerie, never any nudes, and always with her face either out of shot or obscured. She had also confided to me that she was bored in her marriage, but I still wasn’t prepared for what happened one Friday afternoon.

I worked as a home-based, travelling sales rep, and Fridays were my stay-at-home admin days. I received a text message from, let’s call her V, asking what I was up to. This was quite normal, as usually I would tell her what part of the UK I’d travelled to, or stayed overnight in for work. ‘Just at home, waiting for the weekend to arrive’ I replied.

Around 20 minutes later, I received another text from her. It simply said ‘I feel like doing something sl*tty’ what’s your address?

Less than 2 minutes later there was a knock at the back door, and I then heard the back door open, and the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping onto the ceramic kitchen floor tiles.

I walked into the kitchen and met V face to face for the first time. She was wearing very respectable business attire - a crisp white blouse, unbuttoned so there was just a hint of cleavage showing, a dark grey knee-length skirt, dark tights (or stockings), and shiny black patent high heeled shoes. She had a blonde bob-style haircut, which framed her attractive, slightly flushed face.

I genuinely did not know what was about to happen next, but what did has remained firmly lodged in my brain for the last almost 20 years, and has been the ‘inspiration’ for many a wank in that time.

In a sort of fake/mock porno-style voice she said ‘Well hello’ and licked her bright red lip-glossed lips before kneeling down in front of me, and yanking down my joggers (sweatpants) taking my boxer shorts with them.

V stared at my hardening cock, which was by this stage reaching about semi-hard state, placed one of her hands on each of my thighs, gripping my legs slightly, and while looking me directly in the eyes, engulfed my whole cock straight into her mouth, holding it there, swirling her tongue around it as it continued to grow.

She never lost direct eye contact with me, staring me straight in the eyes as she unbuttoned her blouse down to her waist; reaching behind her, unfastening and removing her bra, all the while very slowly sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, leaving a trail of lip gloss on my now glistening cock, which was now fully hard. I’m going to have to admit that I have a fairly large cock, but I remember feeling a sense of surprise as I’d never seen or felt it grow to quite this size, and it was fully filling V’s mouth as she kept trying to get her lips right down to its base, still locked in eye contact with me.

I’d started to attempt to play with her tits while she was sucking me, and I recall them being much bigger than my ex wife’s and much heavier but I didn’t want to detract from the superb blowjob I was being given and decided to put my hands behind my head and enjoy the view and sensation. After about 5 minutes of the most exquisite cock-sucking I’d ever had, I could feel my cum rising. ‘I’m gonna cum’ I said and V sort of nodded her head a little which I took to mean that she was happy for me to explode into her mouth.

A few seconds later that’s exactly what happened, and I instinctively grabbed the back of her head as I pumped a huge load of cum deep into the back of her throat, causing her to gag a little and as I released my grip on her head my cock slid from her mouth followed by a trail of my cum and her saliva which dribbled down her chin and onto her (as I could now see) impressive pair of tits.

‘Wow’ said V. ‘That was a lot’. I responded ‘Nice to meet you’ and offered my hand for her to shake, at the same time reaching for a sheet of kitchen towel which I passed to her.

We then joked as she straightened herself up and I thanked her for what was indeed a very sl*tty thing that she’d done, and she told me that this was a tick off her bucket list, getting on her knees and sucking off a man that she’d never met before. I felt truly lucky and honoured that I was that man.

That’s pretty much where that ‘wank bank’ memory ends, but V visited me several times over the next few months, and we’d both watch our reflection in my mirrored wardrobe doors as she knelt on the floor while I fucked her tits as she squeezed them tight around my cock, sometimes naked and sometimes wearing some of her array of very pretty lingerie. Just as I was about to explode, I would let her know and she would instruct me as to where she wanted my cum by saying either ‘face’, or ‘tits’ or otherwise she’d push her lips down hard to the base of my cock to take my load in her mouth. Occasionally we would fuck - always doggy, but our thing was her being on her knees, enjoying my cock.

During the time we were having our fun, she left her husband, and she eventually met and married someone else, but we kept in contact for a few more years until there seemed little point in keeping in touch.