Office Consultation

For a while now, I've been reading online ads, dating ads with photos so I can jerk off. Because, even though I'm straight, I have a hidden, enormous desire for cock, from a single fuck buddy to an orgy in some country house with Venetian blinds in my face, Eyes Wide Shut style. But back to us, a few years ago, while browsing various online ads, I stumbled upon one from a guy in his fifties, married, and offering office visits. The office is right next to the underground parking lot I've been using for years. After exchanging a few emails, I realize he's more of a bottom than anything else, but that's okay because I'm happy just to suck him. We exchange a few dick pics; he has a few red hairs, but the thing that turns me on the most is his age. I wanted to taste a cock, and a fifty-year-old's was just the thing for me. We arrange to meet, and I decide to go without my boxers, so as to heighten the pleasure of the ride just by thinking about it. It's hard not to be noticed when he's hard because he walks around in his pants without his boxers, which is another reason to come to him right away. I enter his office, and he greets me with a refined manner without any sexual references, and says, "Please, come in." We begin to chat about this and that to break the ice, on what he called a red latex couch. I instruct him not to touch me, since it's my first time, for fear of coming immediately, and so I want to enjoy every moment. I ask him what he's thinking, and in the meantime I take his hand and place it on my pants. After a few minutes of mutual self-control, I ask myself, "Why not?" Why shouldn't I be a slut? After all, if I'm going to bed with a man, that's how I want to feel. So I decided to get up and sit on his lap. He was wearing jeans, but I could definitely feel his cock. At that point, I decided to completely change my approach, or invite him to show me what he really does in his office. At that point, a little perplexed, he got up, walked over to his desk, and sat down in front of the computer. I followed him, and he began to explain to me the whole insurance policy thing and everything else his job entailed. After a few minutes, I gave in. He seemed to have lost his appetite, while I was waiting for the right moment, and it was here. The moment he grabbed his diary from the left side of his desk, he pulled out his cock and placed it on the desk, next to his face. My words, "Come here," were accompanied by his, "Here you are," and our gestures merged into a single action: mine guiding the back of his neck towards my cock, his taking it into his mouth and starting to caress it. It wasn't just a blowjob, it was THE BLOWJOB. From that moment on, everything happened so quickly but with a certain harmony, because he knew he was my first man, and he wanted to make me happy. I couldn't stop kissing him, kissing him during that fantastic lungful. Partly for the pleasure of kissing him, and partly to taste my cock in his mouth... halfway through the job, he asks me if I'm enjoying it, and between one heat wave and another, I reply, "It's beautiful." Impulsively, I stop him, stand him up, and begin to undress him, taking off his pants and shoes, and starting to bite his underwear. I lower them, free his member, and he began to take care of it, first touching it, then kissing it softly, and then starting to lick it. I do the same thing on his scrotum. I loved having my mouth fucked, I loved feeling like a slut, biting his scrotum and glans as if I were his woman. He loved it, but being more of a passive guy, he couldn't subdue me properly enough to let me hold his hand while I gave him a blowjob. So I decided to end it all in the best way possible. I stood up and walked towards his mouth, trailing a few strands of drool that connected his cockhead to my lips. I kissed him and said, "I love your cock." I walked towards the window and opened it. He didn't immediately understand this, and he followed me but stopped behind me without saying anything. I turned, smiled at him, and said, "It was hot." He also noticed from my slightly inclined position, grabbed my hips, placed his hot cockhead in my hole, and started thrusting gently. I felt like a SLUT. I turned around, looked at him, and said, "I want to go home with the smell of your cock in my ass and mouth." He replied, "Do I have to come inside you?"
What do you think? Did I say yes? 😅
Well, what's the point of sleeping with a man if he's not going to be a slut?