Sarah Valentine

by Albion

The usual: F/ F/ b/ bondage/ sex

The postman pushed the letters through the letterbox, and there was nothing exciting. There weren't any Valentine's day cards for Sarah and while as a mature women she had long since outgrown that need so many kids have to get anonymous cards with eager but hesitantly scrawled messages of devotion, she still missed the thud of the unknown card dropping through the letterbox.

A secret admirer… ah, those were the days! Those moments of joy and agony wondering who had sent her a card, what they were like in bed if ever they got that far… What they were like if they did things to her…

Sarah sighed. Another erotic thought was mounting in her, and she had to stop herself reaching up her skirt and teasing herself. No, tempting though it was she had to go to work. Even on this day of love she had to go into the office and be the sober, well-dressed manager coping with everything.

Remote, efficient, sensible. The epitome of a successful woman.

And yet there was spring the air: there as light in the sky when she drove into the office, and she always felt that quickening of her libido when the weather grew warmer. Like an animal, she joked, rutting and fucking became so much easier when the weather warmed up. the chance to get outdoors, the chance to be bent over and slammed from the back… Life in the open air was good. And while she adored wearing nice skirts and stockings she liked it better when she could get them off and be used naked.

Perhaps because she was early for the office, or perhaps it was because she was feeling faintly aroused, or perhaps because she was feeling that it would be a pity to waste February 14, but Sarah pulled in to a car park near a popular card store. It wasn't far from the office and she had time to wander in and look at the cards and imagine which one she'd like to receive. Of course, cards had changed over the years: back when she was younger such cards were serious but now they were light-hearted, even faintly rude. Sarah recalled getting her first one when she was eleven from a boy she knew was spotty and uncertain, but he she knew from class gossip that he had a fine cock that even at that age got hard easily. Better still she had thanked him for his rather pathetic hand-drawn roses and hearts effort by getting on her knees and sucking his tender little balls dry.

Sarah smiled at the memory of the way he groaned when he came, and smiled too at how red-faced he was at actually having cum in her mouth. But then that was why she was there, doing what she did. Red hearts and red flowers and red cheeks and a mouthful of sticky cum… red cheeks, ah yes. She also remembered her red cheeks, how the boy liked to smack her backside. The times she lifted her school skirt and bent over so he could whack her arse, and how he would jam his cock in her mouth to show how excited he was. True, he never got to fuck her, but perhaps, Sarah reasoned, he was happy to use her mouth.

It was odd being spanked by a slightly terrified, definitely excited pre-teen like him. He would stammer and try to be domineering but Sarah just smiled at his efforts and let him do what he wanted with that school ruler. Oh, yes, sometimes she couldn't sit in lessons properly, sitting on one cheek to try and ease the discomfort and all the while tasting him in her mouth. But the warm glow of knowing he had used her never left her.

Now she was wondering as she looked at the racks of cards what a boy would send a girl now to get her to do that. A card with a risque joke about red bottoms to go with a red heart… ah yes, that would be ideal. Or something like: "If you bend over I will you show how appreciative I can be."

Better, from the girl: "Make my cheeks red so I can be your Valentine."

But then, did kids today do that sort of thing. They had porn on their computers, full-colour magazines showing women with open crotches and heavy sexy breasts. Maybe the youth of today just looked and wanked and never really got round to it. Kleenex sales had never been better.

"Er… Excuse me, Miss." It was a boy clutching a car. A twelve year old boy, looking faintly embarrassed. His first Valentine's Day card, maybe, and so self-conscious he though Sarah was one of the staff here. "This card… it says suitable for the girl of your dreams. But how much is it?"

For a moment Sarah wanted to say, "I'm sorry, but I don't work here." Instead she looked at him and though, okay, nice young lad. She went along with it. "There's a code on the back, and the prices up there." She nodded towards a wall board nearby, explaining what the codes cost. It was a sweet card he held but large and one of the more expensive ones. 

"Oh, it's more than I've got." The lad's face fell.

"What's her name?" Asked Sarah.

"Um, her… er Julie," said the boy. He blushed. "Julie Henning. Gavin likes her too, and he can afford a bigger card."

"Gavin, I see. Tell me, this girl… Julie Henning. Is she nice?"

"I like her," he said. More red cheeks.

"And how much can you afford?"

"Not this much." The boy looked regretfully at the card. It was nearly four quid and he would be trying to buy this out of his daily lunch money.

"And would Julie not just like a kiss, instead of a card?"

The boy blinked at Sarah. This wasn't the kind of sales talk most assistants would give. Even he knew the routine was to steer him to the cheaper selections. He blushed even more than before. "I… I never kissed her."

"And has Gavin?"

"No!" The boy seemed offended. "Julie isn't like that."

"So when you do kiss her, you have to make sure she remembers your kiss. Have you ever kissed anyone before?"

The boy looked bewildered. But he also must have liked the look of Sarah because he didn't flee. "My cousin, Naomi… last year, at Christmas. She said it was fun."

"And was it?"

The boy smiled. "Yeah, sort of."

"Good," smiled Sarah. "And anything else?"

"I don't know." More colouring up.

"You feel her little boobs? Girls like that, even when they say they don't. You get to put your hand up Naomi's skirt, inside her panties?" Sarah was feeling aroused as she talked to this boy, and so was he: she could see that he was trying to hide the swelling at the front of his pants with the card he couldn't afford.

The boy gulped. "I put my hand on her, you know… Only felt her through her jumper."

"That's okay, we all have to start somewhere." Sarah was feeling quite excited now, and the boy was too. He was looking at Sarah's boobs, the way her blouse stretched over them. Nothing too big, but nice shaped. And like all boys he liked the idea of mature tits. 

"And what about Julie, has she got nice titties?" 

"Um, you know… not big like, you know… er...." He was talking about Sarah's bust, but didn't dare finish the sentence.

Sarah helped him. "You can feel mine, if you like."

The boy stared at Sarah as if she was mad. "You mean… put my hands…" But he didn't run off.

"So… put that card down and feel me," she said. Sarah took the boy's arms and lead him between the aisles. She leaned forward and flipped open the top two buttons on her blouse. Saucer-eyed, the boy could see her new bra. Satin white and with nice lace around the cups. Nervously he glanced round: the store was empty; they had opened early being Valentine's day but so far no one had come in apart from these two. The young sales assistants was at the cash till, not looking their way. "Go on," said Sarah. "Practice on me."

The boy put the car on a display and reached out. His hands were shaking but they closed on Sarah's breasts. He moaned little as he gripped them, felt the shape in the bar cups. His cock was so hard his trousers were poking up at Sarah. "Squeeze them," advised Sarah. He did, and moaned more.

"Squeeze them hard," said Sarah. Her nipples were rock hard and she loved having her boobs felt like this. The boy did as he was told and now Sarah moaned. Her pussy was dripping and this was heaven. She was standing with her legs apart. "One hand, up my skirt," she breathed, and the boy understood. His right hand left her left boob and fumbled its way up her skirt, past her stocking tops, to her wet, aching pussy. To her hard pip, trapped in the lace panties. His young fingers on her crotch. Her soaking wet crotch.

"Go inside," she whispered.

But before he could do that a voice, sharp and angry snapped behind Sarah. "What the hell is going on here?"

A middle aged woman, clearly the store manager, standing with hands on hips. She was glaring at the scene of the woman and the boy.

Sarah straightened up; the boy's hands left her. he was scarlet and he grabbed another card. A purple and black 'In Sympathy' card. "I… I mean… I was just buying this card, Mrs Henning." He blustered out.

"Mrs Henning?" Sarah turned to face the woman, hastily straightening herself. The woman's badge confirmed what the boy said: Mrs Sandra Henning, Store Manager.

"What are you two doing?" She asked, and then grunted. "I let you come here, Damian, to choose a card for my daughter at a discount and find you… well, doing this!"

"Excuse me, it isn't what you think," said Sarah.

"It is very much what I think. Both of you, in my office. Now." The woman turned on her heel and led the way through the racks of cards to a door marked 'private' and ushered the two into a small, windowless office. "Explain yourself," she said to Sarah.

"I was helping this boy –– Damian, you say –– to choose a card. It was just some fun, to encourage him."

"Encourage him to fuck my little girl?" The woman blocked the door, so there was no way out. 

"I didn't know she was your daughter. I thought he needed to…" Sarah took a deep breath. "I thought if he did things to me he wouldn't do it to a girl."

The woman frowned. She stood contemplating the woman in front of her and then went and sat behind a desk and frowned again. "I have no problem with him fucking you." For the first time she looked at the boy, who appeared in a state of shock, still clutching the utterly inappropriate card. Or maybe not inappropriate, Sarah thought wryly. "Rather you than my girl, but…" She was thinking something over. "Part of me thinks I ought to call the police."

The boy gave strangled sound and clutched the card tighter as if squeezing the life out of it.

"No, don't call anyone. please. I can assure you my intentions were honourable," said Sarah.

The woman waved the words away. "Your intentions, my dear woman, were to have sex with a pre-teen boy, but…perhaps…  In order to protect Julie, better if you use my office rather than out in public." The woman studied Sarah, weighing her up. "However, I love my daughter and need to protect her. As you look like you know what to do then I suggest you bend over the desk and let him have you." She patted the desktop to indicate where she meant.

"Now?" Sarah and the boy Damian said as one.

"Now," confirmed the woman. "The boy needs to get to school." She looked at the boy. "Go ahead, Damian. You can have the best card in the store for free if you screw this woman."

Sarah hesitated for all of a second, then bent over the desk. She felt the boy move behind her, lift her skirt. His cock was out, and it was small but hard. It was poking at her arse, then she felt her wet panties dragged down her legs. The woman sat in front of Sarah put her hands on Sarah's wrists and gripped them, almost to persuade her not to move. The boy's stiff cock was searching for that wet, ready hole.

"You know," said the woman with a grin as Sarah's face showed the pleasure and shock of the boy's unprotected cock pushing up into her pussy. "Seems awful but I  quite like seeing women humiliated. I have a funny feeling you like to be humiliated too, right?"

Sarah nodded as she bit her lip. Not with any pain, but with the sheer joy of having a boy's erect cock up inside her again. She felt the kid's young balls slapping against her nether lips as he drove into her. Not very well, but then this was probably his first time, unless his cousin had obliged him. But he was doing it to her, and the mature woman was gripping her wrists tight to stop her moving –– as if Sarah would!

"My daughter ought to spank you for being a slut," said the grinning woman as she watched Sarah's face go through all sorts of emotions. The grunting Damian behind Sarah was saying he wanted to come and could he come, please?

"Can he come?" Asked the woman. "Come inside you?"

"Oh God, yes," moaned Sarah, clenching her fists. She was going to come too.

"And can my daughter cane you?" 

"Yes please," gasped Sarah as Damian emptied his semen into Sarah.

"Good," said Mrs Henning. "It's settled. After school, here in my office. Damian can fuck you again and Julie can whip your arse."

"And my Valentine's card," said the boy as he slid his cock out of Sarah. "You said free."

"Free because this slut will pay for it," said the manageress. "And no discount for her."

"No discount," agreed Sarah, and felt wonderful as the boy's cum began to run down the inside of her leg. the perfect feeling for Valentine's day.