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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Dear Madame Lucie,
That is excellent news and I can share what I had in mind. As you will be
able to tell my imagination has been rampant and I apologize for being long
winded. I realize a lot of detail can sometimes be a bad thing but the
important part for me is that I can try some new things and push some
boundaries for myself. I have always enjoyed a woman taking the lead but
have never tried anything like this. I have not done roleplay before and
would love to try it for the first half of our time at least but the new
activities I have bolded are the most important to me. I am quite confident
you can fill in the details in your own unique way.I know I will enjoy those
beautiful feet but the rest is virgin territory for me. If this sounds
appealing let me know and I will be in touch the last couple of days of July
to make sure your pen has lots of ink and we can finalize things. Also if I
could have an idea of what would be an appropriate gift for your 3 hours it
would be apprecited.

You are a naughty university professor who wants her students to
succeed, but I am failing miserably. If I want to graduate I better attend a
special “tutoring” session to get my grades, and other things, up. You’ve
learned that the best way to get the most out of your students is not by
force or intimidation but by sensually yet firmly laying out the rules
sticking to them. You let a young man know there is a give and take to
everything and if he earns it he will get what he wants, but there is always
a price for getting what you want. You are sensual, encouraging, and gentle
to teach a man how pleasure is done. Young men are so easy, a sly look,
sweet words, and a little pleasure and you always leave the tutoring quite
satisfied.

You arrive in a sexy business outfit: blazer, skirt, shoes, with
your hair up, glasses….all business. You let me sample the product, but
not unwrap it. Kisses, touches, and a barely restrained instinct to devour
me. Then you decide to give me a taste of what is to come. You see I have
prepared well and am freshly shaved for you. Always orally inclined ….

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The knock is timid at the door.

Waiting for this moment has been excruciating, almost more than he could bear. His balls were aching beyond belief, his cock so hard you bounce pennies off it. But it was worth it..this ‘pleasurable pain’ as they call it. The heartpunding anticipation of what was in store for him beyond that door was worth every agonizing second. No money could replace the headrush at this moment.

He could smell her in his mind, in his crotch, in his sweaty palms. Day to day work was drudgery with her on his mind. He HAD to see her…but most importantly SMELL her again. Her scent was unique to none other..nothing he had ever experienced before.

I t had come by accident really. But don’t most things good do? He had been asked to come over professionally..to fix a leaky shower head in her bathroom. She had come to the door, clad in jeans, sweatshirt, hair upswept in a twist, no makeup, bare feet in those Chinese grass sandals..rather unassuming but natural looking.

It was early so she had not gotten ready yet for the day and besides, her shower wasn’t working anyway. As I was led to the workplace I caught a waft of her scent as she brushed by. I t caught me by surprise. I t wasn’t like I hadn’t smelled a woman before, but this was different. Usually it’s that out of the shower smell that most woman and men in our society deem as necessary and important and in most cases I would agree, but not this time. She was different. My cock tingled with its penetrating aroma. My eyes opened wide…she caught me staring at her and she smiled. My face turned red and my tingle quickly disappeared with embarressment. Senses in me we erupting that obviously had lay dormant. I hadn’t felt like this in a long, long time. Good, bad..I don’t know. But I was game to find out.

Trying to be professional now was the tricky part. She was scurrying around the apartment, tidying up..trying to make sense of a disruptive morning. She was going to be late for work now because of not getting her shower in….EVERYTHING had to be put on hold. All was dependent on me now ,my skill, my speed, my decorum…the Hell with decorum I thought. How can I concentrate with that SCENT all around me..a total delightful, raw distraction. If I had anything to do with it, she wasn’t even going to work. Oh, how the mind works, how powerful one can be in the recesses of one’s mind…reality is not so forgiving. She probably thinks I am an idiot anyway…staring at her like some long, lost puppy.
She has offered me tea. Asking me twice I think. I am in another world , oblivious to her when it is HER that is the problem

Men cannot hide in their pants what woman can. Like that is a revelation! My mind wanders to what is actually going on in HER pants. Is that pussy wet, moist, SMELLING of juices leftover from the previous day? Are her panties stained of these precious liquids that are anxiously awaiting being washed away ..totally dependent of my ability to get the job done in time? The HELL with the job.

I linger, enjoying her gift of tea..we chat..I catch more smiles coming my way…a tweak in her pretty little lips..I wonder how her pussy lips match those of her mouth…she doesn’t seem too much in a hurry anymore…she has made a call into work to let them know of the ‘disastrous’ situation at home…smiles…she sort of exaggerated I think , to my benefit…

With all the running around, little drops of sweat drip down her forehead,…it doesn’t take much in my little brain to wonder again how sweaty she is between her legs, her armpits, her feet…I wonder if her pussy juices are staining the insides of her jeans now? Goodness, am I mad? But I just can’t help imagining…My cock pulsates again…I cross my legs. Why did I have to wear tight blue jeans today?..She notices the bulge in my pants and nonchalantly licks her lips.

She now knows the power she has over me. And here I am supposed to be the one in charge. Now that’s a joke!

To Be Continued….!