Can I Borrow Him?

Can I borrow him?

Angela walked into the office.

Rupert was already there not working for the company but scrolling frantically through his phone.

"Good morning."

Silence.

She sat down. Tucked her hand bag away and looked at the paperwork on her desk.

"Shit."

She looked up and across at Rupert.

"What is the matter?"

She could see the calculations going through his mind.

Finally he spoke.

"I am short of cash for my rent. "

Her mind went to two questions. How much? And why?

She asked "how much" first.

"Two hundred pounds"

That seemed a lot. You make sure your rent is put away safe until rent day.

So she asked why.

"It was my mother's birthday."

That made sense. She knew his mother lived many miles away and he had travelled to see her.

All of which would cost money.

"OK. I can lend you the money. How will you pay me back?"

She saw something flicker across his face.

She made a mistake, she asked him what he had been thinking.

She could see he was deciding something.

She didn't know what.

She assumed he was choosing his words.

"You are divorced"

This puzzled her.

"Yes, you know that."

"You haven't had a boyfriend in a long time."

She hesitated. Where the hell was this leading?

Then it clicked.

"Are you offering me sex to pay off your debt?"

He seemed relieved, obviously he knew but had not known how to say it out loud.

She looked at him. She was in her late thirties. Overweight. Not a man magnet.

He was early twenties, not bad looking, but not as handsome as he thought he was.

Could she?

It had been a long time.

Mostly she had suppressed any feelings but occasionally she had to resort to the vibrator that she had bought, initially as a joke, but now her only source of satisfaction.

Actually she had not bought it as a joke. She had bought it for the purpose intended but told herself otherwise.

"OK, if that helps you out."

The earlier panic had now disappeared and arrogance was begging to spring up.

"Four times."

Fifty quid a fuck.

"Eight tines."

His turn to shake his head.

"I am good."

She astonished herself.

"So am I."

He stared at her in disbelief.

She understood his thoughts. Dumpy, forties, husband ran away.

She played her trump card

"Forget it."

She looked down pretending to work.

"All right, eight times."

She got home at her normal time. She lived with her mother.

Marion was early seventies, widowed and still very active.

"Mum, I have something embarrassing to tell you.".

Angela then outlined what she had agreed with Rupert and said he was coming here later.

She didn't say he was coming to fuck her, or bang her or give her a good shafting.

"He is coming to visit for a while."

Marion was not stupid, she was really switched on.

"So Rupert is going to fuck you?"

"Yes, eight times for two hundred pounds".

"I reckon that is a bargain."

"Who for?"

"For him. I am sure the going rate at a knocking shop is much higher."

"Mum, how do you know about knocking shops?"

Marion stopped and considered how much to say..

"When you were born there were complications, so we spent a long time in hospital. So I told your father he had to look elsewhere."

Angela sat mouth open looking at this woman who she thought she knew inside out and now was a total mystery.

"What time is he coming, if you will pardon the humour."

Angela shook her head. Today was a total upheaval.

"Eight o'clock."

Rupert arrived just after eight. He had got off the bus at a stop too sone an had walked further.

Angela was about to tease him but she looked at his face.

Then she had another thought.

Maybe he was nervous, all the bravado might just be for show.

"Rupert, can I ask you something?"

He nodded.

"How many women have you fucked?"

Shock ran across his face. They had worked together long enough that she could read him.

He didn't answer.

She waited.

"A few"

She thought that might mean not many or even none at all.

"I bought some condoms at the chemist. The woman behind the counter wanted to ask me, I could tell, but she was too polite."

Angela laughed.

"Imagine, what does an old bird like you need condoms for?"

Rupert didn't laugh so she shut up.

"Come and meet my mother."

Rupert stared. He hadn't known she lived with her mother.

"Mum, this is Rupert.. Rupert, this is Marion, my mum."

"I understand you are going to fuck Angela."

Rupert sort of half heartedly nodded his head.

"Well if you want to double your money, you could fuck me afterwards."

Rupert looked horrified, Angela burst out laughing.

"There is life in the old dog yet."

Marion held up some cotton wool.

"I will stick this in my ears in case my daughter screams too loudly."

Rupert turned on his heels and walked away.

"In here."

Angela opened the door to her bedroom.

A double bed, she didn't say it was all she had left of her marriage.

They stood.

Angela started undressing. Rupert watched.

She got down to her panties. He was still fully clothed.

"Come on, show me what you have."

Rupert started, slowly, seemingly reluctant to continue.

"You aren't about to run away are you?"

He shook his head and started stripping.

He wasn't any sort of Greek god. He was flabby and pasty, typically British.

He stood with his underpants, the last item to drop.

He pushed them down and his cock came into view.

Limp.

"My husband had the same problem limp dick."

She sat on the bed and pulled him towards her. She had been good at school, sucking cocks behind the sports hall. A skill she had retained. Within minutes he was hard. Quickly she rolled the condom over his cock.

He looked terrified.

"Are you sure you have fucked before?"

He said nothing but his cock loosened, she had to pump him up again.

She would have to teach him.

Angela lay down and spread her legs wide.

She held his cock and got him on top of her.

She lay back.

"Push it in."

He throat forward and was in.

She felt some pain, her vibrator usually got her rocking and she created her own lube, this time Rupert had not "revved her up".

"Right start fucking."

He did his best, now she knew he was a first timer.

If they were ballroom dancing., her toes would be black and blue.

He did his best, she helped where she could she encouraged him, she tried to keep his mind on the job.

"You will be coming soon, keep pumping."

And he came.

Not the best fuck she had ever had but losers could not be choosers.

He would get better.

He slid back out and she removed the condom.

She then sucked his cock mainly to clean him up.

She did not think he could go a second time.

She laughed

Her poor mother would miss out.

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