I take off my tie, unbutton my pure white shirt, exposing my torso to reveal a moderately hirsute chest. “You’re clearly a man who predates waxing his chest”. I discard my black socks, remove my belt and step out of my suit trousers. Perhaps Susan was expecting to be greeted by boxer shorts restraining a healthy-sized bulge, but instead I’m wearing small white briefs which barely contain my semi-erect cock, the head of which is already glistening with pre cum.

“Interesting choice of underwear Peter, I was expecting something more traditional” she comments.  “Boxers for business, briefs for play.  And I like to dress with Attitude Susan, if I may call you by your first name?” I reply.

“You may. And that’s intriguing in so many ways. It means you came here hoping, or was it expecting, to fuck me. And your choice of underwear, and Attitude, is something Steven would approve off. I wonder if you have other similar tastes; and if you taste similar” she adds, laughing.

“Oh I definitely came here with the intention of fucking you, given the slightest encouragement. And thank you for allowing me to call you Susan, though you wouldn’t have been the first woman I’ve fucked without knowing her name. So why don’t you pull down my briefs?”.

Without any hesitation she steps forward, dropping to rest her bottom on her calfs and pulls down my briefs, aligning her head with my now fully erect cock. What greets her are swollen, shaven balls; a shaft that’s firm and ribbed and experienced, rather than boy-like and failing from watching too much porn; and a head that shines with a film of pre cum. A cock that is pumped, primed and full of avarice. “Fucking hell, I feel like I’m about to be inseminated” she cries in delight.

“You are”………