The Greatest Liar, Date With The Devil

“May I?”
“Very good, taking initiative, but seeking permission.”
I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and nuzzled my nose into his groin. His cock twitched to life, and I kissed it until it protruded through his silk boxers, circumcised, of average length and girth. No one had invented cock Tic-Tacs, and while he wasn’t quite fat, he was close, so he was salty and dank from a long night at the dinner table.
“Let me help you get comfortable, don’t want to spoil your Brioni.”
“Another good call, you know your brands.”
“Branding is the key to success.”
“And mine is the finest brand in the land.”
“Synonymous with success.”
“I like the way you think.”
I untied his shoes, took off his clothes, and hung his suit and shirt on a butler’s chair. He was perfectly relaxed, as though having a beautiful and nearly naked girl as his valet was routine. He sat on the bed, I knelt between his legs, and tea bagged his balls, then cupped them while I blew him. His pubes were abundant and flecked with grey, unlike the oddly colored comb-over on top of his head. His cock was hooded, like a poisonous mushroom, and canted to the side, like a mushroom drawn by a child, or a cartoonist.
“Delicious, want to taste my lips?”
“Thanks for asking, but that’s for ladies only.”
I sucked him until his breath heaved and his groans became hoarse.
“Not yet, have to-“
“Fuck me, daddy.”
I pushed my thong to the side, climbed onto his lap, and forced my pussy over his cock, then rode him cowgirl, shrieking pleasure like a banshee, he looked startled by my audacity, but his eyes revealed appreciation of my performance. He sat almost still, his belly and man boobs, all ruddy and freckled, shivering from my exertions, until I feigned exhaustion and kissed his cheek.
“You’ve worn me out, let’s get into bed.
I curled on my side and patted the bed behind my butt.
“Does that work for you?”
“Only one way to find out.”
We spooned and he fondled my breasts and stroked my clit, I cooed pleasured.