Lunch Time Fuck

“Well, it depends what you call a ‘fuck‘.

Sometimes Lucie gets these calls for sessions which take her away from the ‘norm’ of GFE.

Today was one of these days.

He found me, he doesn’t know quite where…The Red Zone, or, perhaps Eros, I ask?

Befuddled with the ‘difficult’ question, I guess difficult because my hands were fondling his cock beneath his faded jeans as he stood before me, coat put away, monies transferred in the crisp white envelope that is asked of him downstairs before trapesing up the staircase to my moody lair of satin, dark colours, indirect lighting and soft Japanese drumming background music.

“No, no I think I just Googled something…and your site came up.”

“Came up like something else I would presume,” I smile.

My powdery spritz of perfume still wafted in the air, the only other noise was the drone of the whirring fan because, I do get warm in leather.

He beamed from ear to ear from the moment he entered the front door. Nervous I am thinking, but still calm and very quiet.

I seemed quite the ‘objet of affection’ standing before him in a sturdy leather corset,boobs pushing over the sweetheart neckline, short skirt, bare legs, and very high strappy stilettos. The ties to the lacing tickled my ass crack as I swayed to and fro up the stairs, he following behind like a little puppy.

“I guess if I wore this outfit out grocery shopping I would get some stares,” I laugh, the laughter helping him along with the obvious nervousness of a first encounter with a stranger in his midst.

His loins were aching.

I just know that by now.

Just aching.

“Are you on your lunch break?”

“Yes, I have to go back to work.”

“Well, there are no better ways to spend your lunch break… with a beautiful woman clad in leather, tied up to her bed, sitting primly on your cock with her cock between her legs massaging your chest, her long nails caressing your nipples, throwing the odd kiss or two…do you think?”

He just about collapsed with the thought.

Well the ‘thought’ became reality sooner than later after the initial teaching on safety, cleanliness and the most important thing, that I was going to take my time finding his weaknesses…to use to my advantage…as reinforcement ,as forms of denial.

“I am rather quiet,” he blurts out.

“Well, quiet is okay until you need to let me know what exactly makes you happy.”

“Feedback is always good…how do you expect to get ‘more’ when I don’t know what you like when I administer?”

He nods in agreement, legs steadfast, eyes wide open in wonderment to the new surroundings.

“I have a new bed and fucking you will be a lot easier than when I had my waterbed…I had to let it go a couple of weeks ago…sadly…it was a part of me..many stories on that thing you know.”

I am sure he is wondering what the heck could somebody be so attached. Oh well.

“You get a release from me by hand or oral…or both,” I laugh wickedly.

“Are you okay with that?”

A stupid question but the look on one’s face is worth the effort.

I am a ‘Sensual Domme” who allows ’sex’ into her repertoire. I love touching and teasing and sucking and fucking whether its my cock or somebody else’s.

“But you won’t like that will you?” I laugh again.

“Oh, no.” he retorts back sarcastically…still smiling.

That’s my boy….”

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