Ashley was thirty-six years old and oversaw several departments at a busy hospital. She had shoulder length dark hair, beautiful eyes, smile and cheekbones not to mention a toned, and slightly curvy body. She was by far the youngest person at the hospital in such a lofty position and although this is what she'd worked hard for it came at a price: she was single, extremely horny and because she lived in an isolated town of only thirty five thousand she had found it early impossible to find a man who would fuck her discretely and not want any attachments. As if that wasn't bad enough, she didn't just want vanilla sex, she wanted to relinquish all the day-to-day power she possessed at work and act and be treated like a slut.
Finally, her frustrations were too much and she reluctantly posted an add on a couple of sex related personals. Just as she expected she received hundreds of responses but she received one she found interesting. It was from a professional man, within a year or two of her age who was too busy to meet women in bars under the false pretense of having a relationship. He just wanted to live out several fantasies and have kinky sex. He included several pictures and Ashley thought he was extremely attractive. They emailed back and forth, sharing fantasies, experiences, talking on the phone and even having phone sex. When Ashley found out that he traveled to her town five or six times a month she knew they had to meet.
One night after work they met for coffee at a truck stop diner on one of the highways outside of town where she figured the chance of anyone she knew from the hospital seeing her were slim. The night before she trimmed her pubic hair into a small triangle, admiring her pussy in the mirror, laying out her sexiest professional clothing and a pair of black lace boyshorts with black bra. The next day her pussy was wet and stayed that way all day long at work. A couple of times, while locked in her office she slid her hand in her pants and read one of the emails he'd sent her, teasing herself a bit, anticipating being fucked like a slut in only a few hours.
When she arrived at the diner he was nowhere to be seen so she got coffee and waited. When he walked in she recognized him immediately. He was about six feet tall, clean-shaven with dark hair and strong facial features. He had on black slacks and a dark blue shirt with a tie. They made small talk for a while before he leaned forward so only she could hear.
"You look even better than your pictures," he told her.
"I'm glad you don't feel disappointed," she said.
" I wasn't doubting you'd look good, but what I'm anxious to find out is if you're willing to be as slutty in person as you were over the phone and in your emails."
Ashley got a little shy, but felt her pussy tingle, her skin get more sensitive at the mention of their phone call in which she had begged to suck his cock, be pounded and eventually feel him come over her eager lips and face.
"I'm ready to show you that I'm the same slut that got you off on the phone," she said.
"We'll see. I'm going to pay and I'll meet you in the back seat of your car," he said and made his way to the cash register.
Ashley went out to her car that was parked in a dark spot in the large gravel parking lot, near a wooded area. She could feel her pussy dripping with anticipating wondering exactly what he'd make her do. She loved the idea of giving up the power of leading meetings, handling million dollar budgets and reprimanding personnel and act like a cock hungry slut.
