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Lucia

By: eltron34



What just happened down stairs? Was she serious? I just can't believe she said that, I never imagined she could be this forward or for that matter this bold, and the fact that she is my younger cousin makes it more difficult to assimilate; maybe she is drunk or stoned and probably won't remember the incident in the morning.

Tossing and turning in my bed I can't get her out of mind, it almost five in the morning and my thoughts keep wandering back to her. I keep picturing Lucia's beautiful face and her perfect body laying next to me, wondering how it would feel like to touch her naked skin and to inhale her aroma; to make love to her and let her make love to me the way only experienced lovers do. My dick is so hard by now that it hurts, it hurts with desire, it aches, it aches to be touched, to be touched but not by me but to be touched by Lucia. 

Its morning now, I don't know at what time I finally felt asleep. I wonder if everything was just a dream, if it was just my imagination; part of me hopes it was just that, but part of me wishes it were really truth. I realize now that I need to find out, but how can I do that? If I just imagined it and act on it things can get pretty messed up between us. I'll just let it go and never think about it again, yes that is what I will do.

Lucia is been avoiding me all day, then it really happened, I didn't dreamt it or imagined it. But why is she avoiding me? Since the day she arrived, she has spent every possible minute with me. She is much easier to get along with than she was a few years ago, besides she turned into a very hot young woman; maybe having just turned eighteen has something to do with it, hormones or something like that may have her mind a bit confused, besides if she really meant it there is nothing I can do, she is my cousin and it is wrong for us to be with each other that way; isn't it?

I can't think strait, watching her walk around the house wearing only her pajamas in not helping at all. Why am I wishing I could hold her in my arms and kiss her pretty lips? why is it that I hope I can run my hands down her back an gently touch her butt under the pajamas and squeeze it? Damn, my dick is getting hard again and I can't stand up now and go to my room to relieve all this tension, I'll have to wait until it softens again.

Everybody is leaving now including Lucia, they are going to visit some other relatives who live an hour away from us and spend the night there. I feel relieved, with her gone I won't have to deal with the fact that she asked me last night to make love to her, to take her virginity. Also with the fact that she said she has been in love with me for the past few years and that she has been saving herself just for me. That's what she told me last night and I can't fully understand what I did, for her to feel this way towards me; well, at least she is gone for now and I can use this time alone to make sense of out of this puzzle.

There is someone in the house and I can hear him. No one is supposed to be here, I saw all of them leave.

As I walk down the aisle I clearly hear more noises coming from my sister room, I open the door really slow so I can see whom it is. There she is, Lucia who is supposed to be on her way to our uncle's house is sitting on the bed right in front of me. I ask her what she is doing here.

She is trying to explain why she didn't go with the rest of the family. Apparently she pretended to be sick and knowing my mother and my aunt, they fell for it and thought it best if she didn't make the trip and stay home so she wouldn't infect everybody else and ruin the trip; but the truth was that she wanted to stay with me.

I feel flatter but scared at the same time, I know what she wants and I am still not sure if I am the right person for it. Not giving her a chance to do or say anything I leave the room and head strait out of the house, I get into my car and drive away not sure where I am going, but certain that I need to be as far away from her as possible. I drive for hours until I decide to go home and try to explain to her why it can never happen even thou I know I want her and I that I want to be with her in the worst possible way.

Is two o'clock now and the sun is shining in all it's glory, it's a very hot day and all I want to do before I sit Lucia down for a much awaited talk, is to go into the pool and cool off for a while. The first thing I notice is Lucia laying on her back on a lounge chair next to the pool and for the first time I realize what a great body she has. Her white bathing suit barely covers her, the contrast of the white fabric with her raven black hair and tanned body is mesmerizing. Her legs seem longer in that suit than they usually do, and her breast look as if they are going to tear the fabric apart; looking down at her body I realize she must shave her pussy because I can clearly she the outline of her lips pressed into the crotch of her bathing suit. It is now that all my concerns about her being my cousin disappear, she is the most amazing and gorgeous girl I have ever laid my eyes on.  

I say hello and she lifts herself up on the chair resting herself on her elbows, her green eyes are staring at me and they feel like two daggers piercing me, she is angry at me and she is letting me know with out uttering a word. I sit on the chair beside hers and grab her hand, gently I kiss it and start to apologize for leaving her earlier; she still doesn't say a word. I go on trying to explain my earlier behavior and my reservations about what she has asked from me to do but still nothing from her, suddenly she has turned into ice.

A few minutes have passed and all my attempts to mend things have failed, finally I give up, let her hand go and stand up to leave. As soon as I take the first step she ask me to stay, I turn to look at her once again and I notice a tear running down her cheek; I slowly bend down and kiss the tear away from her skin, then I begin kissing her face, her eyes, her chin and finally I tenderly kiss her lips. She accepts my kiss by kissing me back, it's the most wonderful kiss I have ever experienced; the kind of kiss you wish never ends.

Pushing my face away from hers she asks me if I am ok with what just happened, looking deeply into her eyes I tell her that I am not only ok with it but that in fact my feelings towards her have changed in the past few hours. Still holding each other I continue explaining what my feelings are now, that not only I love her but that I also long for her and want us to be together forever. I take her in my arms and kiss her again, this time with more passion than before. I am cooking dinner and Lucia is upstairs dressing up for what we both wish is the most romantic night of our lives. After setting everything up for dinner I am going up stairs to get ready. I shower and shave and dress in a pair of beige linen slacks and a white linen shirt and head downstairs to wait for her whom now has become the only thing on my mind and in my heart.

I hear footsteps walking down the stairs and I turn my head to watch as Lucia appears before my eyes, if I still had any doubts they are quickly dismissed by the sight of beauty that now stands before me.

Dressed in a white silk dress that clings to her body as if it was painted on, accentuating every curve and leaving little to my imagination she gives me the warmest smile and wonders if I am pleased by the way she look. All I can say is that I have never been in the presence of perfection as I am now, the way she blushes lets me know she is pleased with the compliment. Lucia tells me that I have never looked more handsome as I do tonight and walks towards me and gives me a little kiss on the lips.

Dinner was great and we had a great time, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, enjoying each other's company to the fullest. She tells me she wants to dance with me and then goes to put on some music, walk back to where I am, takes my hand and we start dancing.

Holding her close to me as we dance to the music, I feel the warmth of her body melting into my own. Her breast feel soft and firm pressed against my chest and the texture of the skin on her bare back is intoxicating, smooth as silk and as I caress it small goose bumps appear. I look down at her and slowly our lips come together, tenderly at first and gradually growing in intensity; letting our lips savor one another and ultimately letting our tongues touch and play inside our mouths.

The kiss is not broken and I can feel her hands caressing my back as are mine on hers, our passion is growing stronger every second and my hands travel down to the small of her back. Small moans come out of her the second I lightly rub her butt and she responds by pulling me closer to her, I can feel the heat between us warming my cock as it is trapped between her navel and me. The moment she feels it she squirms and puts more intensity in the kiss. I cannot take it any more, I have never felt as aroused as I feel at this moment; I want to make love to her, no, I need to make love to this incredible woman who is my arms but I also know I want her to enjoy it as much as she can and that I need to take things slow. At least for now.

Twenty minutes have passed and we are still dancing in each other's arms, locking our mouths, grinding our bodies together and letting our hands explore. I stop dancing and silently take her hand to lead her inside the house, not a word is said as we walk up stairs to my parent's room. The expression on her face tells me she likes what she sees, only candles light the room and the soft glow they emanate is like watching a sunset. She turns to face and after thanking me for this wonderful surprise she kisses me again.

We walk holding hands to where the foot of the bed, I give her hug as I ask if she stills wants this to happen. I have never desired anything more in my life, is her answer. We kiss again and I let my mouth drop from hers and star giving little kisses to her neck, throat, behind her ears. Biting softly her earlobes and letting my tongue taste her skin, inhaling her sweet scent.

Now I remove the straps of her dress from her shoulders and let them fall, next I slowly and deliberately pull the zipper down until it can't go lower. Lucia takes a step back and I watch amazed as her dress falls to the floor around her ankles, her beauty is breath taking, she is wearing a matching set of white lace bra which makes her breast look perfect and panties which are high cut so her legs seem longer. Slowly she turns around so I can admire her, and I do, her butt is round and firm as I expected it to be and she has a little dimple on her left cheek, which makes it sexier.

Button by button she is working on my shirt until it is gone, now her small hand are fumbling with the buckle on my belt; I try to help her but she wants to do it herself. Finally she slides it of my waist and throws it on the floor, my pants are next and in a flash we are standing in the middle of the room, she in her bra and panties and I only in my boxer shorts.

Without saying a word we climb on the bed and lay side by side, admiring each other from head to toe. I touch her left breast for the first time causing her to let out a sigh, kissing her neck I unhook the clasp of her bra an let her breast fall free at last. I never thought they were as beautiful as they are, milky white with small pink areolas and the hardest nipples. I kiss one and play with it with my tongue, sucking on it, nibbling, gently blowing cool air over it, which makes Lucia shiver.

The same goes for her other breast as she continuously caresses my back and moves her hands under my shorts and squishes my butt. By now my left hand is roaming over her body trying to memorize very curve, her nipples seem harder than before because of all the attention they have been getting. I can't get enough of them they are incredible.

Now I am moving my hand closer to her panties but without even touching them I go down to her tights, she moans in disappointment as she expected I touched her pussy but knows I will get there soon. Moving my hand up her legs she opens them a little giving me access to her now moist pussy. I rub the back of my hand over the crotch of her panties causing her to let out a small scream, I can feel the heat and the moistness that emanates from her most precious treasure. My hand finds it way to the top of her lacy garment and slides easily down the front feeling a small patch of very soft hair at the top of her slit, I was right before, her pussy is shaved except for that little patch.

My fingers gently run down her pussy until I feel her swollen lips, she pulls me closer and plants little kisses on my neck; no girl I have ever been with has been as wet as Lucia is now. Juices are running down to her ass and the scent is invigorating, I need to taste her. With one swift movement I slide the panties of her while she lifts her hips to make it easier, now she is completely nude and looking like a goddess I could worship forever.

I slide down her body until I reach her pussy. Taking a minute to admire it I finally touch it with the tip of my tongue, which cause Lucia to jump like she was just given an electric shock. I let her know that if she doesn't want me to continue I can stop, she tells me not to stop, to go on which I do. The slide of my tongue over her lips is as slow as I can manage, I don't want to touch her clit just jet. 

I keep teasing her with long strokes, from the top of her pussy down just millimeters away from her ass hole. From one side to the other, biting her slit softly and blowing on it. By now she is trashing on the bed lifting her hips so I can touch her clit, moaning like crazy, pleading with me to touch her where she knows will send her into nirvana. I do it and at the same time she screams at the top of her lungs and calls my name while she grabs my head and pushes it closer to her pussy as if she wants to devour me. I keep playing with her clit and begin pushing one finger inside her, she is so wet but so tight that I take it slow, I don't want to hurt her. She is still having small spasms as her orgasm continues until slowly she calms down. She tells me to move up so she can kiss me, she does and then tells me that was the most incredible thing she has ever felt, that she felt she was going to pass out from the pleasure.

Lucia want to give me as much pleasure as I gave her so she takes off my boxers and just stares at my cock, she tells me she never imagined it to be so beautiful, that she was glad I was going to be the first man to make love to her and hoped that I was the only one. The look on her face is like the look of a child when he opens his Christmas presents, total amazement and enchantment. She touches it with the tip of her tongue and then she swirls it around the head, taking a few centimeters into her mouth she suck on it and causes me to moan. Again she just licks the tip and moves to run her tongue over the underside of my cock until she reaches my balls, she gives each one a kiss and makes her way back to the top. Again she takes some of it in her mouth and starts bobbing up and down taking in a little more every time she goes down, after a few more strokes she finally takes the whole shaft in her and I can feel the back of her throat. I can't describe the things she is making me feel while she twirls her tongue around it, the feeling is so intense I have to grab the headboard to prevent me from shaking like I was having a seizure.

I have to stop her because I don't want to cum in her mouth. I pull her up and thank her for the most incredible blowjob in my life and ask her if she is ready for what is about to happen. She moves to rest on her back and opens her legs for me, she is ready.

I position myself between her legs and let my body come to rest on top of hers; I kiss her tenderly and tell her to put it in whenever she is ready. Reaching between our bodies she grabs my cock and slides it up and down her slit, teasing me and herself until she points it straight at the entrance if her pussy. She guides me in until just the tip is touching her and then releases her grip and lets me take over, slowly I try to push the head in and I fell the warmth of her pussy directly over my cock. Little bit further, she is so tight; a little more and she moans like crazy as I take her virginity. Much to my surprise there is no pain reflected on her face, instead she has an expression on her face that can only be described as joy. I withdraw a bit and then I push back in, sinking deeper into her this time and I do it again and again until she can take all of me.

Picking up a rhythm we begin moving as one, it is like we have been doing this together all our lives. I watch her face as she moans and lets little screams come out of her mouth; I kiss her at the same time a caress one of her breasts. She bucks under me trying to get more of my cock inside her; she locks her legs around my back and pushes me further in with them. Her pussy grips me tightly and I can feel everything inside her, she is so hot, so tight, so wet I can stay like this forever. She calls my name repeatedly and tells me how much she loves me; between gasps I tell her I love her too.

Still sliding into her I grind my pubic bone over her clit, she screams that she is about to cum and I feel her pussy contracting and griping my cock even tighter than before, I almost there. Her orgasm starts and she screams like she is being killed and convulses under me almost throwing me off her, I keep pumping like crazy now because I want to cum at the same time she does. Now I can't wait much longer and a soon as I feel her cumming I release all my sperm into her.

Four, five, six spurts I have sent inside her pussy and she is still experiencing her own orgasm, screaming and moaning, trashing around the bed with just me on top of her to prevent her from falling down to the floor. I can still feel her pussy contracting around my cock as if milking it for all it has. Finally her orgasm subsides and she falls flat on the bed trying to catch her breath, I lay on top of her with my cock shrinking cock still inside and I give her the most intense kiss I can.

She releases her legs from around my back and lets me take my cock out of her now drenched pussy, some sperm dribbles down her pussy to her ass when my cock pulls out. I fall on my back right beside her and she cuddles up to me and puts her head on my chest as she plays with the hairs on my chest. Amazing, that is how she describes it, just amazing. 

Lucia tells me she never imagined it to be so incredibly amazing, to which I respond by saying that what made it so amazing, was the fact that we made it out of love. She kisses me and thanks me for being so gentle and so loving with her, she kisses me again and then she puts her head down on my chest again. I watch her and I can she is glowing with delight.

To be continued...

Feedback is welcome

Lucia Abused



After our last session Lucia commented that she was surprised how much she enjoyed the actual full on sex , usually much preferring oral sex. I joked that I had been selfish in wanting all of her body, not just her mouth and tongue, and I'd have to make it up to her sometime. We kept up an e-mail conversation for a few months before I decided I needed more of her and asked for another date. I told her it would be a special one and she better start conditioning her jaw muscles! She readily agreed and we set upon another date for me to visit her,

The agreed upon date finally arrived and I made the long drive to her town and quickly checked into the hotel. I had made sure to trim and then shave everything below the belt to maximize the amount of pleasure I knew Lucia's mouth would deliver the day before so no razor burn or irritation would be left by the time of the event. A quick shower to cleanse the travel from my body and I was ready to go. I slipped on the hotel bath robe and called Lucia to let her know I was ready for her. Her voice was nervous and excited as she asked for the details and whether I had any special requests for attire. I told her to wear some black thigh highs, a tight dress with no bra or underwear. She laughed at the specificness of my request and said she'd see what she could do.

An hour later there was a knock on my door and I went to open the door. She was standing outside the door in a little black dress that must have been two sizes too small pushing her tits up and together in a perilous position, I'm sure if she sneezed they'd pop out instantly! She wore some light makeup, and had her hair pulled up in an elegant up do, and her legs were adorned with slightly slutty looking stockings, the top bands of which just crept below her scandalously high hem line of her dress. She turned to shut the door behind her and I enjoyed the view of her round ass sculpted by her tight outfit.

"So good to see you Lucia!" I said quietly. "I intend to be a little more demanding of your 'services' this time, I hope you don't mind?"

"Not at all... " She blushed as she replied.

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear. Why don't you sit down?" I motioned to the overstuffed hotel armchair.

She slowly wiggled her way to the chair, the dress obviously a little uncomfortable, and sat down carefully.

"Are you wearing any panties?" I asked meaningfully, glancing down at her lap with an eyebrow raised.

She smiled coyly and spread her legs slightly before crossing them. The motion pushed the skirt of her dress up revealing a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair before she modestly tugged the dress back in place.

"Good!" I murmured as I walked over to the chair and placed a hand on the back of her shoulder and stroked. "No bra straps either!"

I slid my hand from her shoulder around to her chest and gave her right tits a little caress. "I like that you took my requests seriously."

"I know I have been selfish in the past, and I mean to rectify that. I am going to use your mouth for our entire date and I mean fully use it..." I opened my bath robe and motioned for her to lean towards my cock.

"First task: make it hard." I commanded. Lucia grinned as she leaned in and took my flaccid cock immediately into her mouth. I have always loved have my cock sucked before it's hard, there's a subtle difference in the sense of pleasure that I really enjoy. She applied a steady firm suction and swished her tongue back and forth and around my cock as it danced in her mouth. I laid a hand on the top of her head and leaned back slightly and enjoyed the intense feeling of warmth and wetness on my now hardening shaft. Lucia reached up and cupped and tugged gently on my balls.

"Hands are OK there, but I want only your mouth on my cock." I warned her with a smile and a wink. Now that my cock was fully hard I pulled back, my cock slipping out of Lucia's mouth with a slurping noise.

"OK, I want you to open your mouth and I will see how far you can swallow me. Try not to gag please, I don't like it."

"Um, I'll try..." Lucia replied timidly. She leaned forward a bit and licked her lips liberally before opening wide and staring up at me. I stroked her cheek fondly and smiled and slowly pushed my cock into her mouth. As we were just getting started I only went in about half way, paused for a moment and withdrew. She moaned slightly on my cock and smiled, and I stroked her soft dark hair. I pushed my cock back in a little slower this time, but deeper, about 3/4 of the way in, paused even longer feeling Lucia try to stifle a gag before withdrawing slowly with a contented sigh. Lucia's mouth was beginning to drool copious amounts of saliva as a result of my cocks invasion of her throat and long strands of saliva trailed from the head of my cock to her open mouth.

Once more I slowly entered her mouth, this time not stopping till I was fully inside her mouth, my cock head firmly inside her throat. I paused a second to let her get used to it before flexing my cock inside her throat to see if she could take it. She choked slightly, her throat constricting and spasming nicely on my shaft before quickly regaining composure and accepting my cocks presence inside of her, and I patted her head again and slowly pulled free. Drool and thick saliva from her throat came out with my cock which had increasingly been drooling out of her mouth onto her chin and chest.

"Maybe you should take your dress off before it get's ruined." I suggested. "You are doing really well Lucia, I am quite impressed."

Lucia smiled shyly and stood to take off her dress. She turned and indicated her zipper on the back of the dress and I helped her undo it. She pulled the dress slowly down her body and over her hips, bending over slowly and stepping out of it, her ass spreading slightly only inches in front of my hard cock. I resisted the urge to grab her hips and have my way with her from behind, reminding myself that this visit I promised to be generous and sate her hunger for swallowing cock.

As she stood and turned back towards me, I reached out and took her hand and led her silently to the king size bed. She crawled on to it and turned back to face me on all fours. I laid a hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to lay flat on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed. She got the message immediately and positioned her mouth to be level with my cock.

"Fuck me with your mouth Lucia. I am so happy you are able to accept me fully without rejected my cock by gagging. Show me how much you want it!"

"I really want to swallow your cock Andy! I'd never reject it, ever." Lucia said with a smile.

She inched forward on her elbows and took me into her mouth, quickly pushing forward till her nose pressed against my closely cropped pubic hair and slowly snaked her tongue out to lap my balls a couple times before pulling back. She didn't pull back all the way however and immediately shoved herself forward quickly, my cock head hitting the back of her throat and forced downwards. I grunted with pleasure and resisted the urge to thrust back, wanting Lucia to take charge and show me how much she wanted me in her mouth and throat. Lucia began rocking her whole body back and forth throwing her mouth onto my cock in such a sudden assault that I momentarily staggered back a step in surprise and intense pleasure. She shot out a hand to grab my by the back of my thigh and pulled me back towards her greedy mouth without breaking her rhythm. She began making little growly noises in her throat and started swiveling her hips and ass around in the air as if on some invisible cock.

She got back up on her knees and elbows to get a better angle on my cock and bobbed her head up and down on me while occasionally stopping to run her tongue up and down my shaft sideways, drooling and spitting on my shaft as well.

"Do you like oral sluts baby?" Lucia asked sweetly in between devouring me. "Yeah, I bet you do! I'm the biggest cock-sucking slut you'll ever meet!"

Hugely turned on by her dirty talk I grabbed her head and started slowly face fucking the dirty little slut. After a minute or two she pulled backed to catch her breath and stuck out her tongue to lick the underside of my cock head. I grabbed my shaft and flicked it up and down on her tongue, lips and face making soft smacking sounds. She turned her head sideways and I continued rubbing my cock up an down, smearing her saliva and my precum over lips and face. I held her head sideways and pushed my cock back into her mouth, fucking slowly into her cheek while reaching down to cup her heavy swaying tits. Watching my cock poking her cheek as I fucked her mouth I thought how lucky I was to be with a girl who knew how to really please a man.

After a few more moments grabbed her shoulder. "I want you on your back!" I commanded. She rolled over and scootched up to the end of the bed and laid her head over the edge. I squatted slightly to bring my cock level with her mouth and let her lick it from the underside while I surveyed her lush body. Her tits swayed gently on her chest as she moved and I could see even from my viewpoint that her snatch was literally dripping in excitement. I leaned in closer and she took me into her mouth again, rocking her head back and forth as she sucked and licked on the end of my cock.

As she continued to fuck my cock with her mouth I leaned forward and groped her large soft breasts roughly. She took me fully into her mouth and used her tongue and suction from her mouth to fully enclose my member in pure pleasure. I reached further forward to her wet pussy and started rubbing my middle finger up and down her slick slit causing her to moan louder and suckle on me even harder, working her jaw in little circles while furiously rubbing my shaft with her tongue. Not wanting to come too fast I stood and pulled out of her mouth and brought my balls up to her mouth. No words were necessary and she immediately took the cue and started licking.

"That's great Lucia!" I gasped and continued playing with her hard nipples. Lucia gently took my balls into her mouth and applied just the right amount of pressure, not too much too cause any pain or discomfort. She reached back with her hands and rubbed my thighs and backs of my legs.

"OK you can use your hands now..." I whispered. She grinned around my sack and took hold of my saliva coated shaft and stroked while continuing to lick and suck on my balls. With her other hand she reached down and started playing with her pussy, teasing her clit and pausing to dip her fingers into her wet snatch every now and then. Not being able to stand holding back much longer, I pulled her hand from my shaft and once again shoved my cock into her mouth. She grabbed the bedspread in her hands and arched her back and leaned her head back further in order to accommodate the sudden invasion of her throat of my man meat. She dug her heels into the bed as I increased my pace.

"gurk, gurk, GURK!" Lucia could no longer hold back her gag reflex as I pounded into her mouth.

"Fuck! Yeah fucking swallow it you little slut!" I shouted as my orgasm built.

"Quick, on your knees!" I yelled as I felt the eruption approach, and Lucia half fell off the bed and knelt in front of me.

She grabbed my shaft and jacked me as she lunged forward and took me in her mouth. She had her hand near the end of my shaft and rubbed her thumb under my cock head as she sucked. All the while she stared up at me, and when she saw my face tighten and felt my legs stiffen, she slowly pulled her head back slightly so that my cock head was resting on her outstretched tongue while her hand continued jacking and rubbing just in time for me to watch the first of seven heavy streams of cum to erupt onto her soft waiting tongue. All the while she frigged her clit with her other hand, making soft wet sloppy noises from her wet pussy.

"FUCK!" I moaned as she used the tip of her tongue to flick at the underside of my cock head while the cum filled her mouth.

"Mmmhmmm, mmmmm, mmmmHMMM!" She moaned in approval. After my cum slowed, she gently started sucking my shaft into her mouth while jacking my shaft again, until my legs went shaky. She giggled and pulled back and opened her mouth to show she hadn't spilled a drop of my cum, rolling around her tongue with a sly smile on her lips before pursing her lips and sucking back into her mouth with a little whistle and swallowing.

"Mmmmm, yummy." she whispered with a grin, and opened wide and stuck out her tongue to show it was all gone.

I shakily stepped back and collapsed on the chair with a dreamy spent smile on my face.

"Jesus! That was mind altering!" I exclaimed. "OK, now I want you to lay down on the bed and rub your clit for me till you cum..."

Lucia, got up from her knees with a smile and crawled onto the bed as a I laid back in the chair to enjoy the show.....

END



Lucia Comes Home



It's a rare occasion when I beat Lucia home from work, but tonight, I did. We're both professionals; we both work late. But usually, I work later than she does. Tonight, I was home by seven, even after stopping at the grocery for a roast chicken and some fresh rolls. But not home long enough to change out of my suit before she came home.

Lucia, ten minutes after. She walked in with her tight grey business suit on, with matching grey silk stockings--stockings, not hose--and modest, business-appropriate heels, her hair in a professional bun. I met her at the door, handed her a glass of white wine (a Manhattan in my other hand), and pulled her head in for a deep, long kiss. She broke the kiss, let her hair down and shook it out, and took a sip of her wine.

"Mmm, I missed you," Lucia said. I missed her too. Told her. Then, I told her, "you know how to show me." I led her by her hand into the living room, where a fire was just starting to go, let her take a long sip of wine while her eyes locked onto mine, and then took her glass. "You know what to do."

Lucia knew to dig into her purse for a ponytail band before putting the purse down on the glass coffee table, and to put her hair up. She knelt down, unzipped and unbuckled my pants, slid them down my thighs and to my ankles, and took my cock into her mouth.

"Lucia." She looked up. "We've been over this. What's a good little pet supposed to do before she takes a cock in her mouth?"

"Shit. I'm--she's supposed to have her breasts bare."

"Her what?"

"Her tits. She should have her tits bare."

"Good. Well, then."

Lucia stood back up. She took off her grey suitjacket, folded it neatly, and placed it on a leather stool that was near our coffee table. She undid her eggshell-blue blouse, and did the same. Her pale ivory bra, being relatively complex in its construction to contain her beautiful, and surprisingly large (given her frame) tits, was tougher to remove, but in a couple of deft movements, it was gone, and on top of the neatly-folded blouse and jacket. Lucia looked at me. I looked into her eyes, down to her wonderful tits, back up to her waiting mouth, and then again into her dark brown eyes.

"Lucia, please resume."

She dropped instantly to her knees again, lifted my cock with her left hand, and started to kiss the top of its length. I grew slightly harder at this and petted her head with approval. "The other side," I instructed.

At once, she switched her attentions, lifted my cock higher, and started kissing the underside. Now, of course, I became full.

"Open, Lucia." She did. She guided me into her mouth and started to work the first half of my shaft with her lips and tongue. Her eyes never left my face, although mine often left hers--to look at her naked tits, to look at her kneeling posture, even to look lovingly at her clothing, neatly folded on the leather stool. At once, I grabbed her ponytail with my right hand, and pulled her into me. Her nose touched my skin. I could feel her throat contracting and trying to reject my cock, but I kept her pulled in. Her breathing became less irregular, and more smooth, as her body naturally learned to relax, let my cock in, and as she began to breathe through her nose very smoothly and evenly. Some women like yoga; this was Lucia's yoga.

I began to fuck her face, but after about a minute, I stopped. "Lucia, I want you to lick and suck each of my balls. Gently. And I want you to touch yourself while you do it."

She stuck out her beautifully long tongue, and started lapping at each of my shaved balls, while she moved her right hand between her legs and pulled aside her panties. I watched her take one testicle and then another into her beautiful mouth while she fingered her nearly-shaved pussy.

"Lucia, you are doing wonderfully. You have me nearly ready to come. Finish it," I instructed, "and keep pleasuring yourself." And she did. She moved her mouth back onto my cock, and between her pretty, full lips, manipulated me so wonderfully that I soon erupted into her mouth, allowing her to take in every salty drop. I let her continue to kiss my cock and balls while she rubbed herself to orgasm.

"Stand." She did. I took her right hand in my left, and raised it to her lips. "Kiss it. Smell and taste how pretty you are." She kissed her hand, gave her middle finger a light suck, and offered it back to me. I, of course, kissed and sucked each finger slowly and in turn; I enjoyed the fingers that had not touched her as well as the ones which had. We looked each other in the eyes again, and kissed deeply again. "I love you, my sweet little one."

"I love you, too."

I pulled up my pants, straightened my tie, and smoothed my jacket. "Let's eat," I said. Lucia picked up her blouse and slid her arms into it, but knew enough not to button it.

With our careers, dinners are often random. Tonight, we have some store-bought roasted chicken and some fresh rolls, but we also work together to whip up a quick cucumber-and-tomato salad and to put out some olives. At an eight-person dining table, I sat at the head and she sat immediately to my right. Candles were lit. We ate slowly in our dining room, and talked as a couple talks, while we ate and drank our wine.

This is how we eat on a nightly basis; we are not a couple who jams pizzas into our gullets when we get the chance to enjoy each other's company with no interruptions. We cherish our time together. We finished in slightly under an hour; Lucia and I do not rush through our meals. We enjoy our food, and we enjoy each other. 

"Is there dessert," Lucia asked. Of course, there is. But that is to come later. 

"Lucia," I said. She looked up with those big, chocolate-brown eyes. "What is a woman to do before she begins a blowjob?"

"She should show her tits."

"Good girl. Did you?"

"I didn't, tonight. I screwed up."

"Please go back to the living room, remove your panties, and come back to me."

She did. I only can assume that they were folded on top of the bra and the suit jacket. I pushed my chair away from the dining table, and moved to the other end of the table, where there were no dishes. "Lay across my lap."

She did. I pulled up her skirt and ran my hands over her amazing ass. Lucia is fit, but has a little flesh there, which is exactly what I enjoy. "Five," I say. 

"That's going to make me wet," she protests, "and ruin my skirt."

"That's why we have a dry-cleaner."

"But"


"No, no 'but,' I don't care if she smells you on your clothes. And it's ten, now."

I don't like to cause Lucia severe pain. She doesn't really like to receive it. We have a slightly kinky relationship, but it isn't pain-based. A little correction here or there, a little nudge in the right direction; that's what we do. Both of us. So the first spank was designed to make contact and to remind, but not to really hurt. As were the next nine. There were no tears in her eyes when I was done and she stood back up. There was no real pain; it was slight. There was merely recognition between us, and of course, love and desire.

"You mentioned dessert," I said. "I want mine." I placed my hands under Lucia's hip bones and lifted her onto the table, pushing her skirt up so that her beautiful naked bottom was right on the oak table. I spread her legs gently, and kissed each thigh before moving to her neatly-trimmed pussy. I kissed, licked, and sucked her to a very gentle orgasm, before looking at her beautiful eyes again. "I have dessert, if you want it."

Lucia looked down at my pants. "I want dessert."

"No, I mean it; I actually bought dessert. It's a peach, something, I don't know. With ice cream."

"Cobbler?"

"Yeah."

Lucia looked back down at my pants. "I want a different dessert."

We kissed again. For about three minutes, this time. I removed her blouse--no neat folding, here--and moved my mouth to her breasts. (They're breasts when I kiss them. They're tits when I talk to her about them.) I carried her up the stairs.

Lucia told me she wanted me in her mouth again. I had my doubts. I took the middle and ring fingers of my left hand and roughly--yet easily--slid them into Lucia's pussy. There was almost no resistance, but there was a moan from Lucia's mouth.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

I let her take off my shoes, pants, and shorts while I undid my tie and took off my jacket and shirt. I laid back on the bed while she started on me with her wonderful mouth again, and again with those big brown eyes looking into mine.

"I changed my mind," Lucia said.

"How so?"

"I want you to fuck--no, I want you to make love to me. Or fuck me."

"Really."

"Yes."

"My little one wants to be fucked? Or made love to?"

"Either."

Of course, it ended up being both.




Lucia Fellates Toronto



Note - This is really a BDSM use of a cockucking addict which involved filth, public exposure, and humiliation. If these are not your cup of tea, please move on to the next story. 



I met Lucia on Literotica, and she mentioned that she was coming to Toronto the next week and asked if I would be up for playing a bit. Lucia truly loves sucking cocks, as many as possible, and also has a bit of a kinky and exhibitionist side. So we planned out a little adventure that I had already been fantasizing about for a while.

I met her at a local coffee shop here and took her back to my place to get changed into something a bit more "comfortable", although involving a bit of bondage as well.

We then set out to put on our little show. We went walking along Bloor St. in the hot summer sun, walking west from Spadina Ave. on the North side. This is the university area so there were a lot of students wearing almost as little, enjoying the heat and the freedom, not to mention enjoying being a bit exhibitionistic themselves. So at first we blended in with the crowd, to an extent.

You were wearing a long white tee shirt that came down to just below your pubic hair. Your tits were bouncing, obviously without a bra, and your hands were clasped behind your back. It was hard to be quite sure about whether you were wearing anything else, and obviously a few were surreptitiously sneaking glances or squinting or outright staring at the bottom edge of your shirt, trying to tell. What most did not know for sure was that you were wearing absolutely nothing other than your tee. You were even walking on the city sidewalk in your bare feet. Very risky, and somewhat erotic.

What most people also would not have noticed is that your hands were not only behind your back but were actually inconspicously tied with some colourless transparent nylon fishing line. You clasped your hands and appeared nonchalant to mask the fact that you were bound and vulnerable as you sauntered down the sidewalk through the sunny afternoon crowds. I followed a few yards behind, to give the impression that you were alone.

A few men "accidentally" brushed against your tits or even bumped into them, squashing them. Oops. What a surprise. One man came up to you from behind and snuck his hand up your legs and under your shirt for what he thought was going to be a quick feel of your panties. Imagine his surprise and delight when he hit paydirt the first time, feeling your naked ass! I think he was a bit stunned because instead of quickly withdrawing and leaving he stayed there clutching your ass cheek with no resistence from you! In fact you stopped right away as we had planned and just passively stood there accepting his little molestation on a busy public sidewalk.

I quickly came up to the two of you and explained to him that you were a dirty girl who loved sucking cocks and swallowing cum and that you would love to suck his cock there and then. 

He enthusiastically agreed to let you suck him off so we went down one of those dark little passageways off the street just between the stores. You know the ones; they are only a few feet wide and almost completely dark in contrast to the bright summer sun that day, and they run back at least a hundred feet from the street. Normally nobody even looks there, even if they could see very much. 

I cut the tee-shirt off you completely and you didn't know if I had anything else to cover your nudity afterwards. You were now completely naked and defenseless and although it is dark in the passageway you were actually in plain sight of anyone who cared to stop as they walked by on the street and peer down the passageway into the dim light. Few do, but every once in a while someone got curious and came down for a better look at the odd moving shapes in the dim light.

With your wrists still bound behind you I made you sit down with your naked ass on the dirty asphalt and the back of your head against the rough brick wall. This way he could fuck your face forcefully and you would be trapped, allowing him to fuck your throat easily and giving you no way to push him back if he got too hard or deep into you. You were sitting with your naked cunt and ass pressed against the dirty ground in the alley with your legs spread and your cunt on display. Your hands were still tied so I told you to undo his fly with your talented mouth. You tried to work his zipper with your teeth but he got impatient and took his hard cock out himself, shoving it roughly between your lips and deep into your mouth. He started fucking your face hard, telling you about all the things he wanted to do to you and your slutty cunt and asshole in full public view, how he had loads of cum he wanted to pump into your cunt and ass and stomach in front of the world, and show them all what a cocksucking cum loving whore you really were.

As a few people occasionally noticed what was going on a few came down to investigate. Slowly a line of men formed behind the first guy down the alley. Most eventually had their cocks out and were stroking themselves to get hard for you as they waited their turn. Some of them started to cum before they even got to the head of the line just from the incredibly kinky vision of you naked and sucking all these strangers in this public filth and so inevitably a few of them just started shooting their loads all over your face and hair and cunt and tits. I kept begging them not to cum too fast because you really wanted to suck their cocks inside your mouth and throat, and you really wanted to drink as much of their cum as you could.

Eventually, as it was starting to get dark, the line disappeared as everyone shot their cum in you or on you. A few had gone more than once, and one male student had come back four times!

You were a filthy mess, with cum glistening all over your face and hair and cunt and tits and legs; all over your front. I produced a small flesh coloured thong bikini that barely covered your cunt and had two triangles that covered your areolas, and not much else. Even the students didn't venture out in this little, and certainly not this late in the day! So I led you home, still with your hands tied and with a mixture of dried or still glistening cum all over you, walking almost naked. This time everybody noticed you. You were barely legal but disgusting, and many people insulted and ridiculed you as we made our way back through the crowds. When we got back to my place I laid you down in the grass in my back yard just as you were and fucked your slimy disgusting body and all of your cum encrusted holes. I particularly enjoyed turning you face down and fucking your asshole as I was pressing your body into all the old cum and into the dirt.

Someday we will do this in Montreal as well. That will have the added spice of fear of discovery. What if someone you know from the neighbourhood sees you? Or someone from one of your classes? What if one of your friends or your teachers sees you, and they face-fuck you too? How deliciously humiliating that would be!

I'm so glad I agreed to set this up for you even aside from all the cum you drained from my cock, and will be draining from me in future adventures. You are an incredible dirty cocksucking slut, and I'm happy to know you and enjoy humiliating you and giving you to complete strangers to suck, as well as choking you with my cock and my cum.



Lucia Gets an 'A'



This story is a work of erotic fiction and is not intended for minors. Explicit descriptions of a sexual nature follow. I wrote this story awhile back when gimmie_your_load and I were exchanging stories (absolutely check out her stuff if you haven't). Not sure why I haven't posted it before. Comments and criticisms welcome. Character of 'Lucia' used with permission :-P

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Our favorite fellatrix decides to tease her professor just a little to help boost her grade, but things don't go as planned.

Lucia nervously adjusted her skirt as she stood outside her professor's office. Relax, girl. He's always really nice in class. I'm sure he'll be willing to work something out with you. She wished she's had time to do her shoulder-length brown hair properly, but in her haste to get to class on time she had just thrown it into a ponytail. She hoped her button-up shirt and short, black skirt weren't too much. She loved how her round, firm ass looked in this skirt, but she had to remind herself that that wasn't always appropriate. Maybe it will come in handy in this case, though, she thought with a smile.

She took a deep breath to calm herself and noticed her ample tits invading her view. Glancing around the empty hallway she unbuttoned two more buttons on her form-fitting dress shirt. Not enough to be slutty, but now there was some quite-prominent cleavage peaking out. A little insurance never hurt, Lucia thought to herself as she knocked on the door.

***

As she opened the door she surveyed the scene. His office wasn't overly large but was nicely decorated, with the obligatory wall-o-books with obscure titles. Do professor's really read all those? His desk faced the back wall, but he was seated at the small table which faced the wall to her left, working on some papers. He looked up as she entered.

"Oh, hello, Lucia. How's it going?" her professor asked kindly. "Please, have a seat," he said, turning toward her. Lucia set her bag down and primly seated herself next to him.

"I'm doing okay, I guess. I'm just really worried about this class, professor," Lucia confided. Almost subconsciously, she squeezed her arms together as she said this, forcing her boobs together and out even more. She caught her professor's eyes drift down to the front of her shirt and linger there as she took another deep breath. Easy, Luc. Don't overdo it. "Is there anything I can do to boost my grade? I've been working so hard . . ." Lucia couldn't help but put a little sultry emphasis on that last word, and her professor's surreptitious shifting did not escape her notice. He appeared to be trying to adjust his lap without letting her see that that was what he was doing. Lucia smiled to herself, confident that her charms would get her what she wanted, as they always had.

"I know you have, Lucia, and it is paying off. You are doing much better than at the beginning of the term," he said consolingly. "I would love to help you with the homework and go over the exams with you, but you know I can't offer any extra work to you without offering it to the whole class," he finished firmly, the strain of keeping his eyes off Lucia's cleavage visible on his face. Wow, he's a tough one.

"Please, professor? Isn't there any work I can do?" she pleaded. At that Lucia leaned forward, making her best puppy-dog eyes, and put her hand gently on his knee. Lucia had just intended to soften him up a little by showing some cleavage and flashing her winning smile, but her efforts seemed to be having an entirely different effect! At her touch she saw the lump in his crotch expand alarmingly. Oh, my, Lucia thought to herself, gasping out loud, what has he got stuffed down there? She had always thought her professor was kind of cute; he had that lanky, goofy kind of charm that endeared the class to him. But now she found her pussy moistening as thoughts of an entirely different nature began to swirl around her head. Lucia licked her lips while her eyes remained fixed on her professor's crotch, momentarily forgetting where she was.

This was not lost on Herr Professor, however, and a switch seemed to flip in his attitude. He stood right in front of Lucia and brazenly adjusted his rapidly-swelling package just inches from her face. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped as his thick meat appeared almost to uncoil into his pant leg. OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod . . . my professor has been hiding a fat cock in his pants this whole time! Lucia thought to herself, blushing furiously.

"Excuse me for just a moment, Lucia," her professor said, as he slipped past her to the door. When he moved, Lucia shook herself and quickly wiped the trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth. Her saliva had kicked into overdrive at the hint of a meaty cock in those trousers. Get a hold of yourself, Lucia! she chided herself. He's a respectable professor; nothing is going to happen. But just then she heard the click of the lock on the door, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Lucia," he began, closing the blinds. "I have decided there is an extra-credit project that will secure you the grade you need in my course," he said, returning to stand right in front of her. His cock had only grown fatter and longer, and now presented an impressive tent mere inches from Lucia's agog face. "You will now take out my cock, worship it, and swallow every drop of cum I give you. You will be graded on enthusiasm as well as skill," her professor said in a commanding tone.

Lucia looked up in shock into her professor's eyes, still not believing that she had heard him correctly. The look of stern amusement and self-confidence drove his words home. She took another deep breath and made her decision. Enthusiasm and skill, eh? Well, this is one subject I *know* I can get an 'A' in! Lucia thought, mentally preparing herself for the task at hand. Eying the monster waiting for her under two thin pieces of fabric, she felt her nipples harden, pushing forcefully against the cups of her bra, and squeezed her thighs together as her pussy spasmed and began leaking in anticipation. Oh, my God! I can't believe how much this is turning me on!

Now resolute, she looked up once again into her professor's eyes, licking her lips in preparation, "Yes, prof-," she started, before being interrupted.

"*ahem* Don't you think you had better address me as 'Sir,' Lucia?" her professor intoned, sternly.

"Um, yes, Sir. May I take your cock out now, Sir?" she asked obediently. Holy shit! Who is this commanding stud and what did he do with my professor?? Lucia then reached up to open his pants without waiting for a reply. She couldn't help but run her hand up his achingly hard length, marveling at how thick and hard he already was. This may not take very long, which might be a good thing if this monster is as thick as it feels. She opened his fly and reached her hand in to free his twitching member. Suddenly his hand was on hers, stopping her.

"Whoa, slow down there, Lucia," her professor said. "I have to teach later and I don't want to mess up these pants. Take off my shoes and socks, then remove my pants, fold them neatly, and place them on the desk," he said, the note of command in his voice unmistakable.

"Yes, of course, Sir," Lucia shuddered at his voice and quickly bent to obey. Once she had his shoes and socks off, she reached up and unbuttoned his pants. Wanting this to last, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and slowly began to ease them and his pants down together, the thick root of his cock gradually being unveiled before her. At the same time he unbuttoned his dress shirt and was pulling it over his head. Lucia looked up and admired the thin but chiseled body that her professor hid under his sharp clothes. Well, Lucia, looks like you hit the professor-jackpot! I may have to schedule weekly meetings to make sure my grades stay up! She paused just as his balls were coming into view, running her hands over her professor's taut stomach. His face was still obscured by his shirt, but at her touch a visible shudder ran through his body. Lucia smiled to herself and caressingly slid her hands back to the waistband of his pants.

She leaned in close as more and more of his thick meat was revealed. He seemed about to say something, but then thought better of it. Lucia knew what was coming and relished the anticipation. She slowed even more, drawing out the moment, inhaling his musky scent and exhaling her warm breath against his engorged genitals. When she felt the waistband snag on his flared cockhead she yanked his boxers and pants the rest of the way down in one, quick motion. Just as she hoped, his fat cock recoiled like a wound spring and jerked up to smack her in the cheek just below her eye. Lucia was unprepared for the weight and force of the blow, however, and her head rocked back, more from surprise than pain.

Recovering quickly, she was then stricken breathless as she beheld the thick, club of a cock that stood twitching before her. Holy shit! she thought. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed, in a hoarse whisper. She looked up into her professor's eyes wonderingly, "Sir, how have you hidden this monster all this time?" With that she turned her attention back to his twitching erection, precum already forming at the tip. Eagerly she opened her mouth wide and prepared to engulf his bloated cockknob.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Lucia?" he intoned, his voice stopping her in her tracks. She thought for a moment, then hesitantly reached for the buttons on her blouse. "My pants, Lucia," her professor chided gently. Lucia blushed furiously and picked his pants up off of the floor.

She stood to properly fold the pants, her hands not-so-accidentally brushing the slick juncture of his cock's shaft and head. She made eye-contact with him and proceeded to lick the precum from the back of her hand by sticking her long tongue out as far as she could. Mmmmm . . .God, he's got me so wet already! "I'm sorry, Sir. Let me take care of these for you."

His pants neatly folded and placed on the desk, Lucia moved to return to her seat. Her professor stopped her with his strong hands on her shoulders. "My, God, these are magnificent," he said, now openly admiring her deep, soft cleavage. "And you weren't even pretending to hide them were you, you little slut?" he said accusingly, looking deep into her brown eyes. She immediately blushed and looked down, partly shamed by his words, but more by their effect on her. Her already dripping pussy was spasming again. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling her soaked lace panties squish against her throbbing clit.

Her professor brought his large hands down to cup her breasts through her blouse and bra. After a few cursory squeezes he finished unbuttoning her blouse and slid it from her shoulders. She inhaled and drew her shoulders back, forcing her ample tits out even further. This caused him to stop as he looked down into the chasm of her cleavage, completely mesmerized. After a few moments of fascinated wonder, he brought his hands up behind her back to the clasp of her bra, deftly unfastening it in one smooth motion. He left her shirt around her elbows, and before she could finish extricating her limbs he grasped her bra by the straps in front and loosed her tits.

They swung out briefly, as if relishing their newfound freedom, before settling beautifully, high on Lucia's chest. He gently ran his hands down her sides, his thumbs caressing her smooth stomach. Lucia drew in her breath sharply at his sensual touch, and the effect on her large, soft breasts was delicious. The beckoning of her breasts was too much and he attempted to cup them, but even his large hands could not encompass their generous size and they overflowed delightfully. Lucia moaned as he brought her left tit up to his mouth and engulfed the nipple, sucking and nibbling at first gently, but with increasing vigor and hunger. Her hands were still stuck behind her back, so all she could do was push her chest out toward him and revel in the electric sensations this man was sending through her body with his wonderful mouth. Truth be told, he was actually a bit rough, but this only served to heighten Lucia's arousal.

Ceasing his oral ministrations he tweaked and pulled her nipples with his fingers, lifting her breasts up and away from her until they stretched just to the point of discomfort. He watched Lucia's face closely, until he saw her close her eyes and bite her lip. He then pulled just a teensy bit harder, causing her to gasp in pain and pleasure. Her professor then released his grip and gently licked and nibbled alternatingly on her sore nipples. Lucia's pussy was positively gushing now. She closed her eyes moaned as her whole body seemed on fire with sexual energy.

Seemingly satisfied for the moment, he then reached behind her and finished removing her shirt, freeing her arms from their gentle confinement. His still-erect cock rubbed against her stomach and on her skirt, leaving a slimy trail of precum in its wake. So *his* pants need to be kept clean, but my skirt can handle some precum stains, eh? Oh, who am I kidding? This is SO hot! She immediately grasped his thick tool with her right hand and cupped his heavy testicles in her left.

"Jesus! Are your balls always this swollen, too?" Lucia exclaimed in wonder. They felt like two ripe tomatoes weighing down his sac. Holy shit, I can't wait to see what these puppies can produce! Her professor just groaned in lieu of a verbal response, as Lucia cradled his swollen testes and slowly squeezed her way up his cock. "God, my hand can't even fit around this monster, Sir," Lucia marveled, her attention fixed on his still-swelling tool. How on earth am I going fit this in my mouth? Mmm, with hard work and stretching . . . yum.

A thick bead of precum had formed once again at the tip, and she instinctively bent down to slurp it up. She gave his balls a firm squeeze as her tongue laved over his enormous mushroom head, and she was rewarded as another larger bead of precum practically spurted into her eager mouth. "God, you are such a dirty little slut, Lucia! Your tits hanging out for all the boys to ogle, and now slurping on your professor's cock at the slightest provocation! I'm sure you know what to do," he said through gritted teeth.

She shivered as his words seem to go directly to her aching pussy. As she lowered herself, she felt her professor reach behind her and grab the cushion off of the seat to place under her knees. Well, at least I'm a dirty slut who warrants some consideration, she thought, smiling to herself. Once comfortably situated, she looked up into his eyes, still gripping his thick cock toward the middle of the shaft. She gave his balls an appreciative squeeze and then, maintaining eye-contact, leaned in to swirl her long tongue around his enormous cockhead. Her professor groaned from the intense pleasure.

"Dammit but you are a cock-hungry slut, aren't you, Lucia? Do you want some cum, girl?"

Her lips smacked loudly as she sloppily kissed his weeping cock right on the tip. "*smack* Mm, yes, Sir."

"'Yes, Sir,' what, Lucia?"

"I want some cum?"

"Come on now, say it like you mean it. Are you sure you want an 'A'?"

Lucia suddenly stretched her mouth wide and engulfed his entire, fat head in one go. Her teeth rested just behind the flared crest, as she applied some strong suction and swirled her tongue as best she could around the knob stretching her mouth to the limit. Her professor clenched his teeth and inhaled sharply in a paroxysm of pleasure. She sloppily popped his cockhead out of her mouth and exclaimed, "Sir, I am a cock-hungry slut. I am a dirty whore and I want all of your thick, hot cum!"

"Well, you're going to have work harder than that if you want your reward. Show me what a dirty little whore you are for my cock, Lucia." Once again her professor's words shocked her, but she was too lost in a haze of pleasure and servitude to care. This man was turning her on something fierce, and his fat cock presented her favorite kind of challenge, and also promised her favorite, sloppy reward.

As she prepared to loose her bounty of skills against this thick, beautiful club of a cock, she couldn't help but marvel at this turn of events. Not ten minutes ago she was a normal college student, worrying about impressing her professor. Now he was standing over her completely naked, calling her filthy names, getting ready to pound her throat with his fat cock, and she was totally getting off on it!

With that thought she released his balls and brought her left hand down to her lap. Sure enough, her black lace panties were completely soaked through. She shuddered as her finger made contact with her pussy, and then pressed insistently against her clit. At the same time she used her right hand to bend his swollen cock to point directly at her face and, looking up lovingly into his eyes, she once again almost dislocated her jaw to get his cockhead into her mouth. She continued pushing, her tongue working the underside of his cock urgently, until she felt his fat knob reach the back of her throat. At that same moment she slipped her fingers into her panties and trapped her clit between her index and middle fingers and began to rub more urgently. A small orgasm rocked her almost instantly, and her moans of pleasure caused her professor's cock to swell even more, and he threw his head back and groaned in unmitigated pleasure.

Through quick, short breaths she heard her professor groan, "That's right, you dirty little minx. Play with that pussy. Rub that clit while you choke on my cock!" As if in announcement, he then brought his hands down and gripped the sides of her head. Lucia was just getting into a rhythm and her eyes widened as he simultaneously thrust his hips forward and pulled her head down. His cock sluiced through her sloppy mouth until his thick head impacted the back of her throat, causing her to gag violently. She coughed around the thick meat obstructing her mouth and great gouts of saliva drooled down around his cock. Her eyes watered instantly and began to leave streaks down her face. Her professor shot a concerned look at her, but she blinked away the tears, swallowed, and smiled up at him reassuringly.

Lucia then brought both of her hands to grip his cock firmly around the base. Her right she pressed against his pelvis, while with her left she began a corkscrew motion jerking up and down on the part of his shaft not in her mouth. Her copious saliva provided excellent lube, and this momentarily distracted Herr Professor from his face-fucking endeavors. Lucia caught her breath and renewed her efforts on his thick meat.

She pulled back until just the head was in her mouth, attempting to swirl her tongue round and round the head with what little room remained. She slowed her jerking, but used both hands to really squeeze down on his rock-hard shaft. She also twisted her head and massaged his cock with her lips as she began an ever-more-insistent bobbing motion, taking more of him into her mouth on each down-stroke.

She coordinated her mouth and hands masterfully, and looked up at her professor. He briefly made eye-contact with her, but the sweet, wanton look in her eyes, coupled with her unbelievably skilled ministrations quickly caused him to clamp his jaw and eyes shut and groan in pleasure.

She could already feel his fat balls drawing up tight against him, signaling to her that her reward was imminent. She briefly considered backing off and teasing him a bit, but her jaw was already getting sore, and truth be told she was hungry for his cum. With renewed determination she brought his cockhead to the back of her throat and began an insistent pushing while at the same time trying to swallow. Despite her best efforts, though, she wasn't able to force his thick head into her throat. She groaned in frustration, and then felt his hands on her head again.




Lucia Gets an 'A'



Instead of forcing her down, though, his hands lifted her mouth off of his cock. Her hands stopped their stroking and gripped him at the base. Her mouth reluctantly released his thick cock with a loud, wet *POP* as more streamers of precum and saliva ran down his cock and over her hands and his balls.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Sir?" Lucia asked, throatily. Without a word, her professor bent down and helped her to her feet, then he put his right arm under her ass and lifted her into the air. Lucia let out a surprised, "Eep!" and then was gently laid onto the table on her back. Lucia was briefly worried that her professor had decided he wanted more than a blowjob, but quickly came to the startling realization that he had other plans. He unceremoniously cleared room for her to stretch out, then slid her to the edge of the table until her head was hanging over, upside down. A towel mysteriously appeared out of nowhere and he briefly propped her head up to place this cushion under her neck.

He walked around the edge of the table until his fat cock was pointing at Lucia's inverted face. She had a bird's eye view of his thick, veiny under-shaft and those swollen balls distending their sac.

"Alright, Lucia. Now you're going to take the whole fucking thing, like good little whores do. And then what are you going to do?"

"I am going to swallow every drop of cum, Sir," Lucia answered instantly, shuddering at how debasing this whole situation was.

"Okay, girl. Open up and try to relax," her professor said, reassuringly.

With that he gripped his cock around the base and aimed the enormous mushroom tip at Lucia's mouth. She adjusted her head slightly and opened her mouth as wide as she could. At this angle his cock had a direct line from her mouth all the way to her stomach, and Lucia shivered and swallowed thickly in anticipation. Her professor let the moment linger, and even wiped his precum-dripping cock over her lips and all over her face. Lucia closed her eyes as her professor coated her face with his thick, syrupy juices, and another pre-orgasmic shudder ran through her body.

Finally deciding it was time, he brought his knob to her waiting mouth and pushed his way inside. It slid in easily until it reached her throat. Lucia tried to relax and swallowed, when suddenly her professor leaned over her and, gripping her upthrust breasts for leverage, thrust his cock into her throat. There was surprisingly little resistance at this angle, and Lucia only gagged slightly as his insanely fat cock forced its way at last into her throat. She continued her swallowing motions and tried to move her tongue as much as she could. All she could see were her professor's heavy testicles just inches from her eyes, but she could feel and hear his moans of unabashed pleasure as he steadily worked his cock in and out of her throat.

Then he leaned forward some more and pushed his cock all the way down to the root, until his smoothly shaven sac was resting right on Lucia's nose! She had done it! That fat fucker was all the way down her fucking throat! She moaned in pleasure, just as she felt her professor's hands hike up her skirt. His fingers quickly pulled aside her panties to reveal her sopping pussy, engorged and dripping with passion. She felt another surge of shame at her helpless exposure, but he resumed a gentle sawing motion with his cock just as his fingers began a firm massage of her pussy mound, and immediately she was lost to all but the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her mind.

The pace of his cock increased and pretty soon his testicles were slapping her in the face. God, how degrading! But I LOVE it! His fingers, however, kept up a steady, firm pace around her clit. He was making small circles, rubbing her clit insistently on each pass. His testicles were no longer hitting her in the face, and she opened her eyes to see them pulled tight against his body. He was using full thrusts now, pulling his cock back until just the head was filling her mouth and then driving the whole thing into her throat and holding it there briefly while she swallowed and convulsed, before pulling back to start again. His thrusts were becoming more erratic, and she could tell he was going to lose it soon.

Lucia, too, felt the mounting pleasure. She'd already cum twice, but this one was going to be a BIG one. He was working her lips and clit perfectly, keeping a steady pace and pressure on just the right spots. As she felt herself approaching the brink of orgasm, she felt her professor give one final lunge. She swallowed around his thick cock obstructing her throat, and heard him groan out loudly as his orgasm commenced. This triggered Lucia's orgasm, and her body began quaking violently as the waves of pleasure washed over her. The only thing approaching a coherent thought inside Lucia's head was how glad she was that she was laying down at the moment.

Her professor somehow managed to keep up his wonderful manual ministrations on her tender pussy, extending her orgasm, while his cock bucked and began to let loose a torrent of cum directly into Lucia's stomach. Lucia lost count after his cock spasmed three or four times, each spurt sending an untold amount of jizz down her throat. Then she felt him pull back and fill her mouth with two more heavy spurts. She struggled to swallow all of it in this position, and his third blast in her mouth caused her to gag slightly. She was a trooper, though, and managed to keep all of it in her mouth. Her professor then pulled his cock free of her mouth, and somehow found more cum to ejaculate over her breasts. She couldn't see his spurts, but from the heavy *splats* on her chest and the feel, he was shooting more on her tits than most guys shot in total!

Finally their orgasms subsided, and he brought his still-swollen cockhead down to Lucia's mouth for her to clean. She eagerly sucked him into her mouth once again and was rewarded with a few more drops of salty dessert.

Lucia groaned in disappointment as his limp cock was pulled free of the confines of her mouth. Then her professor helped her to a sitting position. He gripped her hair firmly in one hand and kissed her deeply on the mouth. She closed her eyes and kissed him back passionately. "You are one amazing cocksucker, Lucia," he said, with a contented smile on this face.

She couldn't help but admire his muscular ass as he bent to retrieve something from under the table. "Here you go," he said as he handed her the towel. "I believe you have earned the desired grade, Miss," he said, his gravity betrayed by the small smile on his face.

"Thank you, Sir," she replied, enunciating the capital. She marveled at the amount of cum she had swallowed and how much adorned her still-heaving breasts. She could tell her jaw would be sore tomorrow, but it was totally worth it. Her clit throbbed as she eyed his heavy cock and plump balls hungrily. "What are you teaching next term?"

The End



Lucia Gets Blackmailed (Or Did She?)



Lucia was nervous and excited about her upcoming teaching conference in Charlottetown PEI. Excited because it was a chance to recharge and relax a bit away from the daily routine of teaching her young charges (not that she didn't enjoy her job, it was something she felt she was meant to do) and nervous because she was headed to the conference with three other young teachers who always seemed to get themselves (and her) up to no good on these conference trips. Nothing really outrageous but they had built up a repository of stories of hi-jinks and mishaps from the after conference hours activities from previous trips.

Lucia was the type of girl who doesn't usually let loose in public, she tended to be a very private person and kept her wilder side in check, but something about these three girls, and the copious amounts of alcohol that seemed to appear when they got together socially, seemed to get her in trouble every time. While a private person, Lucia had a very wild inner self which she kept under control through online activities such as erotic story writing and sharing dirty photos with the nets many resident perverts. This outlet left her almost completely in control and let satisfy her inner urges without leaving her vulnerable or exposed. That was one thing she always tried to project and protect, was her independence and sense of control.

She laughed and joked with her trip mates on the car ride to the Island as they relived past memories from their last conference trip, which saw Lucia dancing suggestively on a bar table at the end of the last night to the cheers and encouraging leers of the male bar patrons, while her friends egged her on. Afterwards she barely kept herself together enough to resist the temptation to follow one particularly cute guy into the bathroom and satisfy her one primal lust of filling her mouth with cock. Although her friends tending to get wild and party in the bars they all were actually quite prudish and uptight about one night stands and casual sex. Lucia sometimes felt bewildered and disgusted by the way they acted, teasing men and accepting drinks and leading them on and not following through to get to the good stuff!

She told herself this trip she would try and pace herself, to take it easy on the alcohol and be a "good girl". Maybe someone else could take a turn being the out of control one this time!

After the first day of presentations, working groups and demonstrations, Lucia was feeling good about the trip and was excited by the work she had done and some of the new methods and practices she might try out back in her classroom. She was looking forward to seeing the city as she had not visited it before and was hoping that there was a good restaurant nearby that was a little upscale and would inhibit her friends from trying to get the party started too early.

She was dismayed to find out her friends had already booked a reservation and a local night club and restaurant called the Globe, whose motto was Dine, Drink, Dance. She imagined a cheap bar, serving pub food and cheap drinks, where guys would be plying girls with drinks hoping to get them to dance and come home with them afterwards. She was pleasantly surprised when entering that it appeared to be an upscale restaurant well decorated in modern cues, serving fresh local foods prepared in many different world cuisines and had nary a deep fried item on the menu. The clientele also appeared atypical of a trashy nightclub as well with many well dressed business types, mixed with students and young adults.

"This is a pleasant surprise " She thought to herself and felt her guard drop a bit as she relaxed. She even allowed herself to order another glass of wine after her earlier self imposed limit of 2. It had been a late reservation as the conference on day 1 had ended at 5:00 and it had taken the four girls sharing two rooms and two bathrooms a total of 2 hours to get ready to go out. So by the time they had finished their meals, dessert and had ordered one more drink, the staff starting removing the empty tables from the dance floor and a musician started setting up his equipment.

I had decided to come check out the show my younger brother was putting on at the Globe that night since I rarely get to see him since he moved to Toronto to pursue a music career. It wasn't going extremely well but he was paying most of his bills through his music which is more than most struggling musicians can say. He was setting up his gear when he sent me a message saying he had made it to PEI and that he had put my name on the list at the door if I wanted to come out and see the show.

I entered the bar and noticed him right away up front with his keyboard, computer, mixing board and other arcane gear needed to perform his live dance music show. I was not a big fan of dance music, but really enjoyed watching him produce this music that is usually done through a drum machine and turntable instead using his keyboard and computer, layering unique improvised music and looping, sometimes incorporated sound from the crowd in a way that really drove up the energy of the show.

"Hey my brother!" I called and went over to give him a hug.

"What's up?!" He replied, clapping me on the back. He continued to hook up cables, flip switches and position his gear as we chatted about family and life in Toronto for a few minutes.

"Listen, I am going to get a drink!" I shouted above the noise as the club started filling up, and heading to the bar to order a scotch.

While standing waiting for the bartender to catch my eye a young women with an Acadian accent jostled in beside me and leaned over the bar trying to get the bartenders attention with her low cut shirt. "Hey, can I get a drink?!" she called out, then turned back to the crowd and shouted out "Lucia! Lucia! Did you want another glass of wine?!"

Out of curiosity I turned around to scan the crowd for this Lucia, having only known one girl with that name but being from another province not expecting to see the online cock-worshiping Lucia I had exchanged dirty stories and pics with. Partially because you can never be certain whether the person you e-mail online is who they say they are, the slutty cock gobbler could be a dude afterall sharing old photos of his ex, and because you never know if they are even from the same country as you.

I felt a small wave of shock pass through me as I recognized, the face, full lips, fuller tits and curvy figure of the girl who had been sending me naked photos of herself with cock in her mouth as she knelt in front of it for years. She nodded to her friend and turned back to a group of girls at the table she was sitting with.

"Holy shit!" I thought. "It's really her, and she looks fucking hotter in person!" I quickly turned back to the bar, where the bartender had finally just got to me, and ordered my drink.

I headed back to my brother, although my mind was definitely elsewhere, and couldn't help another glance back to Lucia's table. Just that moment she turned to where my little brother and I were standing and locked eyes with me. She did a little double take and I think something jogged in her memory and quickly averted her eyes and blushed a little.

"OK, she recognized me." I thought. "What do I do now?"

I continued helping my brother set up, keeping my gaze away from her table as thoughts raced through my head. Do I acknowledge her? Do I talk to her? Do I just leave? Why does she have to be so hot?!

By the time the sound set up was done I had decided I needed to confront her, at least talk to her face to face, but I had no idea how to go about it or what to say.

I turned to her table and noticed she was no longer sitting there. I scanned the room and saw her at the bar, looking like she was settling a tab. I looked back at her table and her friends were still laughing and talking, full drinks in front of them and not appearing to be getting ready to leave. Was she getting ready to leave because she recognized me? I decided I had to act.

I walked over and stepped up to the bar beside her, ostensibly to order a drink.

"How are you tonight?" I said to her without looking at her.

"Um, good..." She replied also staring straight ahead.

"Is your name Lucia?" I asked, turning to her.

"Do I know you?" she replied, still not looking at me.

"I think we know each other." I said simply.

"Look, I'm just here for a teaching conference." she said without answering the question.

"That's great!" I said. "How long are you here for?"

"None of your business." She replied tersely.

"I'm just trying to be nice Lucia. What are you worried about?"

"I'm not worried. I just want to have a fun night with my friends." She said quietly.

"That's also great!" I said lightly. "We could have some fun to though you know."

"What?!"

"Well, I assume you are staying someplace in town, you would be out this late if you were headed back to NB tonight. Maybe you could introduce me to your friends? Are they as wild as you?" I asked with a smile.

"Don't you talk to my friends!" she said quickly.

"Oh? Well I think I should go introduce myself!" I said, the words spilling out of me without thought. What was I doing?

"No!" She said in a hushed voice.

"Well, if you don't want me to speak to your friends, maybe we could figure out a way to distract me? Perhaps you could show me your room." I said with meaning. She looked at me for the first time, concern and some other emotion playing across her face, while she fidgeted a bit.

"Why don't we go outside for some air and have a chat?" I suggested to Lucia. She looked hesitant and glanced back to her friends at the table and out to the street a few times before finally looking back at me.

"All right, but just in front there OK?" She acquiesced and turned and walked towards the exit. She didn't notice the doorman hold up his re-entry stamp questioningly at her and I shook my head with a smile as he looked towards me to indicate we wouldn't need the stamps.

"Do you really think that threats of blackmail are a way to seduce a woman?" She snapped quietly as soon as we were outside in the cool air.

"Is it blackmail if it excites you?" I asked. "I noticed the way your hands involuntarily slipped between your legs when you first realized what I was suggesting Lucia. I think your outrage is a little forced to be honest."

I reached out to touch her face, causing to flinch a little. "I'll tell you what, if you really are offended and don't want to do it, I'll walk away now."

Lucia looked conflicted, she looked back into the bar where her friends were still dancing, apparently not having noticed she had left, and back to me a few times. "OK, let's go, we can go back to my room, but we can't be long and you can't stay in case my roomie comes back early."

"I don't think that's a concern we'll have to worry about, they seem like hard partiers to me!" I said with a smile.

She slowly turned and started walking down the street, stopping to see if I was following. I quickly caught up and slid my arm through hers as if we were a happy couple taking a stroll. She felt stiff at first but then relaxed and we walked in silence under the streetlamps till we got to her hotel.

"I want you to leave when I say it's time to leave." She said outside the main doors.

"No problem Lucia!" I reassured her.

"OK" She said after a long pause as she studied my face.

We took the elevator up to her floor and walked quickly down the hall to her room. After we entered, Lucia quickly scanned the room and hurriedly started putting away clothes, bags, and other personal items f hers and her roommates. She hadn't noticed that I had unzipped my jeans, pulled out my cock and was leaning against the door absently stroking it, watching her move, bend over and jiggle as she hurriedly moved about the room.

When she finally turned back to me she just stopped, and stared at my cock for what must have been two minutes. She slowly slid her hands between her legs and started rubbing herself and slipped to her knees right there on the floor in the middle of the room.

"Oh, wow." She murmured. "I so needed some cock..."

She looked up at me and I smiled and slowly started walking towards her. She smiled back shyly and pulled down the front of her blouse and slid the straps of it and her bra free from her shoulders. Her large soft inviting tits spilled forth and hung lusciously as she leaned forward slightly. I stopped a few paces from her and beckoned her closer with a finger.

"Come get it girl." I said softly.

She stared straight at my hard cock and slowly, agonizingly slowly, started crawling forward on all fours. As she got closer I held out my hand and she slowly took my ring and index fingers into her warm wet mouth and sucked them softly and lovingly. I pulled my hand slowly towards my hard cock and when her face was close pulled my fingers free and grabbed my shaft and held it out steady for her.

Lucia looked up at me momentarily then focused back on my cock and stuck her tongue out and leaned in to lick the underside of my cock head before leaning forward and enveloping me, her full soft lips wrapping around my shaft as she sucked her cheeks in and forced my meat into her mouth.

"Uhhhmmm!" I groaned in pleasure as my cock spasmed from the pleasure assault it just received. "That is just heavenly Lucia!"

She smiled around my cock and and started bobbing her head up and down on my cock, applying extra suction on the backstroke and liberal use of her tongue on the under side of my shaft as she took it deep into her mouth. She took one hand and grabbed tool and started massaging her tits and tweaking her nipples with the other. Moans and little sighs and gasped started coming from her as she got more and more into the action. She pulled my cock out after a minute and started wetly and noisily licking the underside of my shaft and swirling her tongue around my cock head.

"Yeah, your tongue feels so good! Lick my balls Lucia!" I groaned, and she happily obliged Leaning forward and turning her head to the side she jacked me with one hand and licked my balls and the underside of my shaved sack while staring up at me, her brow furrowed in desire and passion.

She sat back and took me in her mouth again this time forcing herself to take me deeper and faster into her mouth, twisting her head from side to side and the bottom of each stroke and gently tugging on my balls. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her full soft tits and squeezed and played with them as she continued to worship my cock with her mouth.

"Oh baby you have great titties! Let me feel them wrapped around my cock!" I said in a breathy voice.

"Oh yeah, my tits love hard cock between them." she moaned and brought them up to my cock and spit on them and my shaft to lubricate them fully. She pushed them around my shaft and squeezed them together while I squatted and angled myself to thrust between her heaving breasts. I began heartily fucking Lucia's tits, forcing my cock head up through her cleavage and pulled her head forward so she could lick it on each stroke. Drool from her mouth and tongue kept my cock wet and lubricated and trails of it connected my cock head to her mouth.

"Deep throat me Lucia!" I urged pulling my cock free of her tits and pushing it to her face. She grabbed my shaft with one hand and the back of my thigh with the other and slowly pushed her mouth down on my cock. When she felt like she had gone as far as she could I grabbed her hair and pushed into her mouth another inch or so quickly and then pulled back quickly. She coughed a little and pulled back.

"Too much?" I asked.

"No, just takes me a little to get used to..." She said re assuredly and immediately took me back into her mouth and forced my cock further into her amazing mouth. She got all the way down and I felt my cock enter her throat before the pulled back again with a gasp and jacked my drenched cock with her hand.

"Oh your cock is amazing, it fits my mouth and throat just right!" She cooed and started sucking hungrily on just the cock head, flicking her tongue around and around the sensitive bulb. Once more she took me deep into her mouth and forced my cock head into her throat, rubbing my balls with her hand and this time moving her head in little circles and she held me deep for a few moments longer.

"Gah!" I expelled in disbelief as she finally withdrew my cock. "Oh God you are wonderful!"

"I love what I do!" She grinned at me a sloppy smile, her chin now dripping with saliva and my precum.

Lucia grabbed me and dove back to work, this time keeping me deep in her mouth but not so deep that she had to stop sucking to breath, and suckled at my cock while twisting and jacking my shaft with one hand and tugging at my balls with the other. She pushed her large warm tits against my thighs which were now exposed as my pants had long since slid to the floor, and I could feel her hard nipples rubbing against my skin.

I lost myself in the sensation and leaned forward cradling her head with one hand and pushing her body close to me with the other on her back and closed my eyes, bit my lip, and wondered if I was dreaming as the most blowjob experience of my life continued. After what felt like too short a time I realized I had let myself go too far and would be no longer able to hold back my orgasm. I felt a moment of panic and regret that it would be over soon, but then pleasure built to levels I had never experienced before and my fingers dug into her hair and back. The sensations of pleasure dancing up the nerves in my cock passed any previous level of release and I wondered if I would ever actually cum. A low moan escaped my lips involuntarily and I felt Lucia pull me into her mouth greedily and suckle harder as my climax built.

"Oh, ohhh, Ohhhh Ohh!, OHHH!" I groaned and finally released after what felt like a full two minute climax and erupted into her mouth. Lucia moaned along with me and made sweet slurping sounds as she tried to keep all my cum in her mouth, rubbing, sucking and pressing her soft body close against me. My whole body tingled and my hands ran through her hair and allover her bare back, shoulders and sides of her tits as I totally lost myself into my orgasm and the delicious creature who had just given it to me.

After a minute, Lucia was still suckling softly and tenderly on my cock making little soothing cooes and moans and I felt myself going soft in her mouth. I gently placed my hand on hers around my shaft and slowly pulled back from her mouth. She had a dreamy expression on her face, her eyes closed and her mouth stayed open in a O shape as I slipped out. She opened her eyes, her mouth breaking into a smile and I pulled her up by the hand and hugged her close to me.

"Thank you Lucia!" I said earnestly. "That was the most amazingly sexy and sensual thing anyone has ever done for me!"

"I loved it...." She said simply and I leaned down to kiss her warmly and hold her close.

We remained embraced for a few minutes and then went to the washroom to clean ourselves up a little bit. As I headed to the door holding Lucia by the hand and turned to say goodbye Lucia kissed me again and said "I am here for one more night you know... Do you want to come over tomorrow and try and top that?" I looked at her in amazement and smiled.

End



Lucia Gets Spanked



*This story is a work of fiction. All resemblances to any person are purely coincidental. All rights reserved by author.* 

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Lucia was really hoping this was going to work. She looked herself over in the mirror. Although Lucia was in her mid-thirties, she looked much younger, especially in the schoolgirl outfit she had donned. The top was a white button-down, leftover from a part-time waitressing gig. She had purposefully bought it a little small, and at the restaurant had always left it partway unbuttoned on top of a plunging black bra, as that seemed to get more tips from the customers. Today, though, she had chosen a white, lacy demi-bra, lifting and quietly covering her firm, 34C breasts. The top of her light pink areola were just barely visible above the white lace. She reached down and smoothed the pleats of her short, red plaid skirt. Down the block from the house that she and her husband shared was a Catholic high school. She'd picked up the skirt at one of their end-of-the-year uniform sales. It had been a bit tight in the waist, though, so she cut the side seams to add a bit of elastic and a large, black leather buckle. She turned to her side and looked over the buckle again. A slight smile crossed her lips -- she liked how the buckle added a slightly naughty feel to the skirt. Underneath was a pair of white cotton panties. She wore white knee highs (also bought at the catholic school) and simple black penny loafers. 

Lucia brushed her waist-length, wavy brown hair up into two neat pigtails and tied each one with a white ribbon. She had to laugh -- she looked somewhere between a schoolgirl and one of those Japanese hentai characters, her firm boobs and big blue eyes adding to the effect. She added another layer to the soft pink lip gloss she had put on earlier, and walked out of the bedroom.

Jeff was in the office, as usual. Recently, he had been glued to the computer in the evenings. After ten years of marriage, Lucia didn't expect fawning devotion. But their sex life, which was usually pretty good, had gone downhill. The past couple months it had been almost non-existent. Lucia didn't think it was her fault and was really tired of him being on the computer. Two weeks ago, she had decided to log into the computer under Jeff's password and install a key stroke monitor. Oddly, being an IT guy, he hadn't noticed. Last week she downloaded the data to see was keeping him so involved. She spent over two hours browsing through his usual e-mails, news websites, social networking, etc., finding nothing interesting. She was close to giving up in frustration when she hit paydirt.

Jeff had joined a spanking website! There were hundreds of pages of him looking at pictures of schoolgirls getting spanked, videos of spanking, stories about spanking, spanking during sex... Lucia was surprised and more than a little turned on. She had always, always wanted to be spanked. She had asked Jeff a few times, and he had always demurred, saying that he was worried about hurting her and wasn't interested in that kind of thing. Well, now she knew he had been lying.

When Lucia entered the office, Jeff looked up briefly. He was about to ask Lucia why she came in when her outfit registered and his jaw dropped. Lucia looked simply amazing. When they first met in college, he had thought she was beautiful at 5'5" and 180 pounds. Since then, she'd simply improved. She weighed around 140 now and looked better than ever. He looked down at himself, realizing the years hadn't been quite as good to him. His athletic, six foot frame had been draped with at least twenty extra pounds, including a bit of a beer belly from the nights he'd gone to the brewery while she'd been at the gym. He shook his head and then refocused on her, moving from her pigtails with her wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, to her breasts pushing against the confines of her tight, white shirt, down over her curvy hips, to her firm, toned legs ending in a pair of sweet, innocent looking shoes. He could feel his member rising up in his jeans and shifted his position in his seat a bit.

Jeff looked back up to see Lucia smiling at him. "Um, hi." was all he could manage to stutter out.

Lucia crossed the room, sat down in one of the wide wooden chairs that faced his desk, and crossed her legs. Jeff was pretty sure he could see a bit of white panty between her legs and started to drool. He met her eyes and realized she was looking at him expectantly. Suddenly, Jeff realized that she must have learned about his secret fetish and was waiting for him to let his fantasies come true.

"Lucia, why have you been sent to my office?" he sternly asked, standing up from his desk and attempting to assume his best "headmaster" impression.

"Sister Robbins said my skirt is hemmed too short and that you would have to check it," she cheekily replied.

"Well then, stand up and come by my desk." Jeff opened the drawer, hopefully searching for a ruler while Lucia moved to the side of his large, dark wood desk.

"Put your hands by your sides," he stated, and Lucia quickly complied. Jeff pulled out a cloth measuring tape from his desk and pretended to measure her skirt, as well as check where her fingers lay along the sides.

"Lucia! This skirt is at least three inches too short. I don't know what you were thinking. You do know what the punishment is for this sort of behavior, don't you?" 

"A spanking, sir," she meekly replied, getting slightly wet at the thought.

"Speak up!"

Lucia lifted her head and looked into Jeff's eyes. "A spanking, sir," she said quite clearly, making sure that he knew what her intentions were.

"That is correct. Please face the side of the desk."

Lucia turned and looked at his desk. She realized that the leather blotter was completely clear on this side. From the front of the desk, she had noted the slight indentations in the blotter, always thinking it was to keep pencils from rolling or something like that. From the side of the desk, though, she realized that there were two indentations, as if made to set her arms in. How long had he been thinking of this, she wondered.

"Bend over," he demanded, interrupting her thoughts. She wordlessly bent over the desk, placing each of her arms into the indentations. It was a perfect fit. She laid her head over her arms and waited.

"As this is your first violation, we'll start with five spanks over your skirt. But don't think you're getting off easy!" Jeff stated, slapping her ass before she had a chance to respond.

"Ow!" she involuntarily yelped, not expecting the first blow that quickly. Jeff landed four more blows over her skirt, which stung slightly, but really didn't affect Lucia much.

Jeff stopped for a moment. He was enjoying spanking his wife, but what he really wanted was to feel each of her orbs while raining down blows with his hand. He wanted to see if they would change color, like in the videos he had watched over and over. 

"Lucia, I just noticed that there is a buckle on your skirt. You are aware that is not allowed. I'm sorry, but this calls for a more severe punishment." Jeff flipped up her plaid skirt and gently brushed his open hand down her white panties. When he reached the top of her thighs, he put his hands between them and pushed so that her feet were at least a foot apart. He could see a slight damp stain spreading across her panties and realized that this was a fantasy of hers, too.

"I am going to remove your underwear now. No complaining!"

"Yes, sir," Lucia meekly replied. 

Jeff moved his hands up to the thin waistband of Lucia's soft cotton panties. He slowly ran his fingers beneath it, and then placed one hand on each side of her body. He took the panties in both hands, moving them over her hips, exposing her behind. He reveled in the curves of her backside. There was a slight trace of pink from the first spanking. He moved the panties lower, revealing her pussy, which was glimmering wet. He inhaled, and then quickly pushed her panties to the floor.

"Please step out of your underwear." Lucia complied. Jeff picked them up and threw them on to the chair. 

"Lucia, this may hurt, but you need to understand the severity of your misbehavior." Jeff stated, still trying to act as a headmaster, and lifted his right hand up to begin spanking her again. SLAP! The noise echoed slightly in the office. Lucia flinched a bit, but was expecting this blow and didn't cry out.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Jeff continued spanking her, moving in slightly widening circles upon her right cheek until it turned bright pink. He then moved to the left one, doing the same. When both were bright pink, he stopped to look at his handiwork.

Lucia was breathing hard, bent over the desk, ass lifted into the air. Each cheek was turning from bright pink into a burning red. Her pussy was practically dripping now and Jeff could smell her arousal in the air. He couldn't help himself, and took his hand and rubbed along her crack and down into her folds.

"Headmaster," Lucia cried, trying to continue the act, "what on earth are you doing?"

"I'm going to try and distract you from the pain a little bit," Jeff replied, "before continuing your punishment." With that, he plunged two fingers deep into her pussy.

Lucia gasped and arched her back, pushing back to meet him. The spankings had gotten her hot and bothered, although her backside now stung a bit. Jeff was right, though; she was completely distracted from the pain and now completely engaged in what he was doing inside of her.

Jeff started fingering her faster. He reached up his thumb and started rubbing against her clit. Lucia cried out in ecstasy and began to cum. Jeff let her orgasm go for a few moments, and then brought his other hand into the air.

SMACK! He began to spank her again. He made his way across each cheek and then down along her crack with his blows. Lucia came harder and began to wiggle and squirm, as if attempting to get away from the attention he was giving her with both hands.

"Lucia, you cannot wiggle like this. If you keep attempting to squirm away I will have to restrain you on my lap." 

Lucia couldn't help herself. She was still in the throes of orgasm. The pain/pleasure sensations were overwhelming. Without meaning to, she continued to try and get away from his hands.

"Lucia, that's enough!" Jeff quickly withdrew his hand, leaving Lucia with an empty feeling. She whimpered. 

Jeff quickly took off his jeans and boxers. His penis was simply too confined within them. He put his arms around Lucia's waist and moved towards the chair she had previously been sitting in, dragging her with him. He sat down and placed her across his lap. Her toes dangled above the floor, her pussy wet over his rock hard penis, and her pigtails draping the floor on the other side. He lifted her up a bit so that his penis was nestled between her thighs and felt infinitely more comfortable.

"Now we will continue, you naughty girl," and with that, Jeff picked up where he had left off. He couldn't strike quite as hard, now that she was on his lap, but instead chose to spank faster. He could feel the vibrations of her body against his each time he slapped her. Her cheeks and upper thighs were turning quite red now. He paused to look at Lucia's face and, while her eyes were wet, the tears weren't coming down her cheeks. Additionally, he could feel her hot, wet pussy and knew that he could push this a little farther.

Without warning her, he restarted the blows, as hard as he could with his bare hand. Her ass was tomato red, with a few small welts and purple splotches forming. Jeff couldn't take it any longer; he had to have her.

"Lucia, get up and resume your position by the desk." She complied, though it took her a few moments to try and get her legs to move. She was sore; sorer than she realized. She was also incredibly, wildly horny and aching to get fucked.

Jeff wasted no time. As soon as Lucia bent over the desk, he was behind her. He grabbed her hips and delved into her. They both cried out. He began to thrust against her. She cried out, breaking character, "Keep going, Jeff! Harder!" 

Jeff pushed into her as deeply as he could. His penis, usually around seven inches, felt longer and harder than usual. He was reaching parts of Lucia that he never had before. She began to cum, her pussy clenching around his penis tightly, heightening his pleasure to no end. Her fists were curled, clutching the sides of the blotter. Her back and neck were arched, her muscles tight as she came.

"Oh, Jeff. OOOOOHHHHHH JEFF! That feels incredible! Don't stop." Miraculously, he was able to hold off his orgasm for a few moments as she continued hers. He watched her ass turn even redder as the blood rushed through her body. That was as much as he could take.

"Lucia, I'm going to....ohhhh...I'm cumming too!" With that, Jeff began to have the hardest orgasm he could remember. His toes curled, digging into the rug beneath his desk. He could feel his muscles tense as wave after wave of cum pulsed deep into Lucia. Her pussy couldn't handle the rush of fluid and it began to leak out, trailing down their thighs. Just as he was about to collapse on top of her, he thought about her bright red ass and instead sat down, hard, onto the floor. 

Lucia slowly unclenched her hands and laid her head upon the blotter. She didn't think she could move, let alone sit down on the floor next to Jeff. She turned her head and looked at him; a smile upon her lips.

"Headmaster, have I been punished sufficiently?"

"For now, Lucia, but if you keep up this behavior you'll have to come back."



Lucia Makes a Bet



Author's note: Thanks to gimmie_your_load for allowing me to take her character Lucia on an adventure. 

*

Saturday afternoon on a brisk November day in Calgary. I was into my second month of a six month stay, having come up from Houston for a consulting job in the oil fields. So far, Calgary had been nonstop hard work, and this day was the first break I'd taken. Keith, a foreman with the company I was contracted to, had invited me to watch a hockey game with his girlfriend Danielle and his crew of tough, muscled roustabouts and roughnecks.

I don't know shit about ice hockey, but I'd soaked up enough to know that the sport is to a Canadian what Jesus is to the Pope. The Toronto Maple Leafs were in town to play the Calgary Flames and people insisted I understand the significance of this Blessed Event. Most were three beers beyond explaining anything. Like any stranger in a strange land, I smiled politely.

Keith and I were talking shop when angry female voices coming from the kitchen cut through the din.

"Sounds like a fight is brewing," I said.

"It's probably Danielle," Keith said. "She's pissed I invited Lucia." He shrugged. "What the hell, they're big girls. Let 'em sort it out."

Lucia, a dark-haired beauty and the only other female, had caught my eye and sympathy. Her proudly worn Maple Leafs jersey, autographed by the team and an island of blue in a sea of red and black, marked her like a scarlet letter. And the fairness of her sex merited no quarter as the insults and jokes, seldom good-natured and often crude, came fast and furious. Lucia defiantly stood her ground, answering in kind every affront to her beloved Maple Leafs.

I'd seen Keith apply his conflict logic on the job site, standing by as quarreling team members settled differences the old-fashioned way. Judging from the commotion, the girls weren't sorting it out. No one else seemed to notice or care. My beer was approaching empty, and not being too sophisticated to enjoy a good cat fight, I wandered into the kitchen.

Danielle and Lucia had squared off in front of the refrigerator. Danielle, a few years older than Lucia and damned attractive too, stood with blood vessels pulsing in her temples and fists balled ready to swing.

"Ladies," I said. "Let's not get too personal. It's just a game."

"This isn't about the game, dumb ass," said Danielle. "Lucia was fuck-dancing with Keith last night right in front of me. She's still coming on to him and she had better lay off."

Lucia fired back. "We were just dancing and having some fun. A little flirting never hurt anything."

"Flirting, huh?" said Danielle. "Dancing on your knees with your goddamn face in his crotch? Flirting my ass."

"And you know what?" said Lucia. "His dick was hard. I could've fucked him right under your nose."

"Lucia," Danielle seethed. "Get your ass out of my house."

Lucia didn't budge. "I do not take orders from you. This is Keith's house and I'm staying until he says otherwise. So fuck off."

Danielle's right hook thudded hard into my palm as I pushed between them. "Ladies, let's keep the violence on the ice. Leave the fighting to the Maple Trees and the Flames."

Lucia huffed. "Maple Leafs, you idiot."

"I'm getting Keith," said Danielle. "He can throw you out." 

"Hey, Danielle," Lucia said. "Dumb ass here gave me an idea. Instead of running to daddy, you want to make a little wager on the game?"

Danielle stopped. "I'm listening."

Lucia folded her arms. "Suppose . . . the winner got to humiliate the loser?" she said. "You know, put her in her place. How 'bout the loser strips and dances? I strip if the Flames win. You strip if the Maple"—she glowered at me—"Leafs win. A bare ass naked dance in front of everyone should do the trick. I've got the balls for it. Do you?" She raised her palm. "Bet?"

Uncertainly drifted across Danielle's eyes, then cleared. She smacked Lucia's palm. "It's a bet. Michael's our witness. No backing out."

"No backing out," said Lucia.

I would normally consider alcohol-fueled bets a bad idea, but watching Danielle strut away and Lucia wiggle onto a counter top made this one acceptable. From a purely salacious point of view, I had no preference who won. Both women were easy on the eyes.

Lucia fished a beer out of an ice box. "Damn. Talk about a temper. That woman needs therapy. My name's Lucia, by the way, and what hole did you crawl out of? Maple Trees? Give me a fucking break."

"I came up from Houston for a few months work. Sorry, I don't know much about hockey."

"No shit. It's not that complicated. Look . . . Michael is it? Two teams of six guys get on the ice and try to beat the hell out of each other." Lucia swilled beer. "So, Michael the hockey idiot, what do you think of Calgary?"

"It's cold, but it's a job."

"Yeah, a job would be nice," Lucia said with a sigh, then she pointed at her jersey. "Toronto. Maple. Leafs. Get it? I'm from Toronto. I'm staying with friends while I look for work."

The strains of "O, Canada" drifted in from the living room.

Lucia tossed a beer at me. "Let's go."

We found adjacent seats. News of the wager had spread because heads kept swiveling between Danielle and Lucia, and you didn't need telepathy to read the thoughts running through the heads. Which one do I want to see naked? Is getting a show from Danielle worth a Flames' loss? Screw the Maple Leafs, Lucia, let's see the goods. And so on until the referee dropped the puck.

As the game progressed, and when she wasn't hurling hockey abuse at someone's face, Lucia's explained hockey strategy. Even my untrained eye could recognize a powerful defensive contest. Scoreless, the game ground on.

Maybe because I wasn't giving her shit about her team, or maybe as the only outsiders, Lucia and I hit it off and struck up an implicit alliance. She had a sharp wit, an impulsive mind, and a devilish knack for pushing people's buttons. My proximity offered her modest cover from the brutal ribbing and her encyclopedic knowledge of the game held my interest. My ego basked in her attention and my libido, deprived since leaving Houston, frolicked through the possibilities lurking in her velvety, sandalwood fragrance. It was a favorite of mine.

In the game's last few minutes, the Flames seemed to catch some wind in their sails, pressing the Maple Leafs hard. With a few seconds left, the Flames offense broke out, one player boring in on the Maple Leafs goal like a kamikaze. The room roared to life when the Flames' player unleashed a ferocious shot, only to have it swatted away like a mosquito. The buzzer sounded with the players scrambling for the puck. 

Score 0 -- 0. A cacophony of curses and armchair coaching blossomed.

Lucia exhaled a long held breath. "Wow, that was close. That Flames forward saved my ass."

"He did?" I asked.

She scooted back in her chair. "Yeah. Pay attention. He decided to be the hero and took a slap shot when he should have passed the puck 'cause there was time to set up a better shot. Bet he gets his balls chewed off."

Lucia nibbled her lower lip and scanned the room as a naughty gleam caught hold in her eyes. A sharp elbow slammed into my ribs. "Know what, Michael? An innocent little strip tease is too cheap for a game this good. I think I'll run up the price. Watch this." Lucia drained her beer and dug her fingers into my shoulder for balance as she climbed unsteadily onto her chair. "Hey, Danielle," she yelled. "Since we're in OT, wanna up the ante?"

The room quieted.

Danielle, curled up against Keith on the sofa, hesitated, then said, "Sure, name it."

Lucia paused for a dramatic beat as the gleam in her eyes ignited into a wicked blaze. "The loser strips AND has to suck off every man in the house. Any way the winner wants it."

A graveyard silence descended. Chips and beer bottles halted centimeters from parted lips. Someone nearby whispered, "Hell yes." Danielle sat frozen like an ice sculpture, her mouth open but no sound coming out. Finally, she thawed enough to look to Keith, but his impassive shrug gave her nothing.

Danielle twice cleared her throat. "That's a little extreme, Lucia. I think just a strip tease—."

Lucia set the hook. "Hey everybody, Danielle's a chicken shit coward! Come on girlfriend, take the bet. If I lose I'll blow Keith first. It's gonna happen sooner or later anyway so you might as well watch me do it. You might learn a trick or two."

Danielle leaped up gunning for Lucia; Keith grabbed her.

"I'll take your bet, you fucking slut," Danielle screamed, flailing against her boyfriend. "Loser sucks cock. Maple Leafs' haven't got a fucking chance."

"Flames are a bunch of limp dicks," answered Lucia just as loud. "And their fans."

Lucia pranced like a wild mustang as I corralled her into the kitchen.

"God this is fun," she said. "Do I have that bitch's number or what? Did you see the look on her face?"

I'd seen some outrageous wagers, but this one had me nearly speechless. "Lucia, the Flames might win." It was lame, but I could think of nothing else to say.

Lucia leaned against a counter, cracked open a beer, took a long pull, and stared at me like she was looking through bars into a padded cell. "No, they won't, and I'll get to watch Danielle choke on cock. But so what, hypothetically speaking, if they do? I have to suck a few dicks. It's not like I haven't done that before." Another pull half-emptied the bottle. "Michael, hon, don't look so concerned, it's my mouth. Besides, you've got a blow job coming no matter what."

I was considering Lucia's last statement when Keith barreled into the kitchen. "Lucia," he said. "Please tell me you're drunk?"

Lucia curtsied. "No, sir, just comfortably buzzed. Your pet's trying to weasel out, isn't she?"

"No, she's not," Keith said. "All I can say is you've gored her ox one time too many. Michael, keep a leash on this one. Better keep 'em apart until the game's over, then we'll talk."

Most of the guys streaming in for beer and food were polite to the point of awkwardness. Some just stared at Lucia. One asshole named Nelson asked her to open her mouth to see if it was big enough for his dick. Lucia flipped him off.

Waiting for the OT play, Lucia ran through the rules for my benefit. No ties were allowed. The teams would play a five minute overtime period. If the overtime period ended in a tie, the teams would go to a shootout. If the shootout ended in a tie, a sudden death shootout would decide the matter, with the team scoring first the winner.

The score remained 0 -- 0 after the overtime period. The game cut away to truck commercials.

The 0 -- 0 tie held at the end of the first shootout. More commercials.

Danielle paced behind the sofa, pale as a ghost and snarling at anyone who approached. Lucia bounced her knees and choked her beer. Sweat gleamed on her temples.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Hold my hand."

The sudden death play started and you could have heard a butterfly sneeze. The Flames drew first shot. The referee blew his whistle, sending the Flames' player toward the Maple Leafs' goal . . . puck deflected.

Here and there people groaned and Lucia squeezed my hand. Her pulse vibrated against my skin.

The first Maple Leafs' shooter swooped in on the Flames goalie and fired . . . puck smothered.

"Shit," muttered Lucia.

The Flame's second shooter launched himself at the Maple Leafs goal, gathered speed, whipped his stick . . . puck in the net.

Game over.

1 -- 0 Calgary Flames. 

Keith's crew jumped to their feet, yelling, back slapping, punching fists into the air. Danielle screamed the loudest.

Lucia stared at the television like a spotlighted doe, her hand slack and clammy.

Danielle pranced over. "Hey loser, are you ready to suck?" She demonstrated on the neck of her beer bottle.

Keith interjected. "Hold on, people. Let's go have a powwow."

A little life returned to Lucia's hand. "Michael, too," she said.

Keith led us to a bedroom and closed the door. Lucia sat on the edge of the bed, knees pressed together. 

"First thing," said Keith. "Lucia, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Danielle jumped in. "What the fuck? We had a bet!"

"Back off a minute," snapped Keith. "You won, so show some sportsmanship. Lucia?"

Lucia looked at Danielle, me, then Keith. "Keith, you're a sweetheart," she said, voice shaking as the reality of losing replaced the shock of losing. "But Danielle's right. We made a fair bet. I lost, and I'll pay up."

"Damn right you will," said Danielle.

Keith turned to his girlfriend. "You're really gonna make her do this?"

"She strips," said Danielle. "She's not getting out of that. But I'll let her off the hook for the blow jobs for a price."

"Name it," said Lucia.

"You piss on that Maple Leafs jersey in front of everyone."

Lucia answered with a cold stare. "Fuck you. I'll suck cock."

"I thought so," said Danielle. "You'll dance three songs. You take off your clothes in the first two and dance the last naked. Then you suck off every man who wants it."

"I get it." Lucia pushed back her hair, thinking, then said in less shaky voice, "I'll suck the guys one at a time. No fucking. Good enough?"

Danielle folded her arms. "No, too easy," she said. "I get to humiliate you, that was the bet."

"Yeah." Lucia sighed. "How?"

"I want you naked, tied up, and the boys get to use your face like a pussy. No cleaning up between dicks."

"Damn it, Danielle," I said. "You know how many guys are out there."

"Michael's right, babe" said Keith. "Ease up on her."

"Thanks guys," Lucia said, "but it was my idea. Michael, you heard me say it: the loser gets humiliated. Anyway, if I'd won I've done as bad or worse to her. OK Danielle, if I do it your way, the bet's paid in full. No bullshit about me dodging out. Deal?"

"Deal," said Danielle.

Lucia pressed her hands into her thighs. "Then I agree to your terms."

Danielle smirked.

Keith shrugged. "OK, Lucia," he said. "If you're determined, I ain't gonna debate it. Anything else?"

A vision of a naked Lucia on her knees amidst a brawl popped into my head. "Danielle," I said. "Draw names to see who goes when. That'll make it fair and might head off trouble."

Keith and Danielle left to prepare. Lucia flopped back on the bed, covering her face with her hands. "Michael, what the fuck have I gotten myself into?"

"Danielle's scored her points," I said. "Do the dance and bail."

"That's sweet, but . . . I like a challenge." Lucia held out her hand and I hauled her to her feet. "No way in hell is that bitch getting the better of me. It's an alpha female thing. If I run away, she's dominant. If I stand and take her shit, we're still equals. Fucked up, huh?"

Yes, I thought. "Just trying to help you out."

Lucia threw her arms around my neck. "Thanks, I think I can handle this, but be my guardian and make sure things don't get out of hand, OK? I don't trust Danielle. Well, it's time to suck it up and get on with the show."

She seemed oblivious to her Freudian slip.

* * * * *

Danielle flashed a wintry smile as I settled in. Her brightly lit, circular seating would leave little of Lucia to the imagination. 

Keith strode into the circle holding a wooden baseball bat. "OK people, listen up," he belted. "You all know Danielle and Lucia made a wager on the game. Now, I told Lucia that she could back out. However, she said she intends to honor the bet. Both parts."

A chorus of whistles, applause, and affirmative swearing greeted this news.

"That's enough," said Keith. "Lucia's gonna dance now, and no touching allowed. Treat her nice or else. OK, Lucia, you're on."

I don't know what expectations others had, but mine imploded the moment Lucia strode barelegged and barefoot onto her stage. She'd dispensed with her jeans, leaving the jersey pulling double duty as both dress and shirt. Lucia stopped dead center, jammed her hands on her hips, then, head turned over her right shoulder, prowled counterclockwise, extending one lean leg and foot catlike in front of the other. Her eyes, sharpened into sultry gemstones with black mascara and liner, cut laser-like from person to person. Either she'd done this before, or she'd swallowed her pride to give nothing to Danielle. Or maybe both.

Lucia stopped in front of Danielle and pursed her red lips into a lazy O.

"Music," she said.

ZZ Top's "Gimme All Your Lovin'" blasted forth. Lucia ignored the pounding beat to make one more orbit of her stage, spiraling to its center where she stopped, closed her eyes, and dropped her arms to her sides. Her lips silently shaped the lyrics as her head began to rock, then her shoulders, then her hips as her body sank into the pounding rhythm. She wasn't the best dancer I'd seen, but she knew how to move.

It happened so fast I didn't see it coming. Lucia's warm Maple Leafs jersey swooshed against my feet with her perfume trailing behind it like a meteor's tail. Lucia danced in place a few chords in nothing but a red bra and panties. The bulky shirt had concealed a compact, curvy figure reminiscent of femme fatales from Hollywood's golden age. Soft and firm in all the right places, Lucia's body, to put it crudely, was built to fuck.

Lucia slowed as "Gimme All Your Lovin'" faded, and when the music ended, she was posed as she had started, soaking up a round of lusty applause peppered with shouts of encouragement. A wet gleam between her breasts betrayed her exertion. A Canadian loonie arced through the air and bounced off her thigh. Lucia smiled.

A sideways glance didn't find Danielle smiling. If she was expecting a chastened Lucia struggling through a painful self-exhibition, she'd want a refund.

The hard riff of "Tush" cut off the applause. Lucia plunged into the song, working the circle for maybe half a minute. She stopped in front of a big red-haired kid in a Flames jersey, where, dancing in place, Lucia slipped one hand behind her back to unhook her bra. Two shrugs dropped it into his lap. Her wide-eyed admirer lofted the prize like a trophy only to have Lucia snatch it away and sashay over to me.

"Hi," she said, dropping her bra in my lap. "Hang on to this for me."

Lucia pirouetted to Keith, jiggled her ass in his face, and with great exaggeration, shimmied out of her panties to howls and cheers. Thankfully, she didn't shave her pussy, opting for a close-cut triangle of bush low on her mound. She bestowed Keith a good, long look before moving on to spread her charms amongst the others. Lucia tossed her panties into the air, caught them in her teeth, and dropped to her hands and knees. Panties dangling from her mouth, she ended the song crawling like a puppy looking for someone to toss its toy as more loonies pelted her.

Lucia spit out her panties at my feet as "Pearl Necklace" cranked up.

"Pearl Necklace," of all songs. Lucia lap-danced her way through the entire song. She'd grab a guy's shoulders for balance, straddle his thighs, and squirm and tease with her breasts in his face. Even Danielle got the treatment but only better when Lucia, to wild approval, slathered her breasts over Danielle's shocked face. Lucia retreated to the circle's center and limbo danced onto her back, then, cupping her sex with one hand and sucking on the fingers of the other, she writhed in time with the music, letting a faux orgasm consume her as the song faded.

To chants of "Encore! Encore!" as money rained down, Lucia breathlessly bowed her way around the circle. I wasn't so sure she'd faked the orgasm.

Keith leaned across a rigid Danielle. "Michael," he said. "Hide her someplace for a few minutes."

Lucia covered up and collected her tips. Most of the guys offered congratulations; a few offered in all seriousness to buy a private show. Lucia thanked each one with a smile. I steered her to the bedroom we'd used earlier, where she fell back on the bed, shaking and giggling.




Lucia Makes a Bet



"Oh my god," she said. "I cannot believe I just did that. How did I do? Be honest."

"Awesome. Those guys spend half their lives in strip clubs and you had them eating out of your hand. And you didn't give Danielle an iota of satisfaction."

Lucia squealed and kicked her legs. "That's what I wanted. Have some fun and rub her face in it. I just went for it. Hey, hockey idiot, did you tip me?"

I feigned offense. "I'm your guardian, remember? It would have been improper."

"Bullshit." Lucia flashed her pussy. "You liked this as much as anyone, so you owe me. Hey, make yourself useful and get me a goddamn beer."

* * * * *

When Keith opened the door, Lucia, down from the dance high and sitting pensively, nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Lucia," he said, "This is your last chance. Go or no go."

"I'm going through with it."

"OK," said Keith. "Ready when you are."

Lucia peeled off her jersey and procrastinated by folding and stacking it neatly with her jeans and bra, then she pulled her hair into a tight ponytail, pulled it loose, and tried again. Lucia's nerves made her pee twice before I escorted her to the living room. A fresh white sheet was spread over the floor where she had danced.

Danielle met us with a coil of black rope.

I took the rope. "I'll do that."

"Fine," Danielle said, "I want her on her knees. Tie her ankles and her arms behind her back."

The rope was quality, finely braided nylon, about 10 millimeters in diameter. Coincidence or not, it was near perfect for the task—maybe Keith and Danielle had little secret. 

"Danielle," said Lucia. "May I keep my panties on?"

"No," said Danielle.

"Bitch." Lucia, swearing under her breath, shucked off her panties and knelt naked. "A little mercy wouldn't kill anyone."

"Have you ever been tied up?" I asked.

"Do you mean like bondage, S and M, shit like that?"

"Yes, Lucia, shit like that."

"No comment," she said with a fleeting corrupt smile.

I showed Lucia the rope. "Watch me. This knot's called a French bowline. One loop goes around each ankle and it won't slip. This is a slipped reef knot for your hands and arms; it's just a square knot with a quick release. You won't have any bruises or rope burns, I promise. Now be a good girl and cross your ankles."

Around us, two distinct vibes permeated the air: the voyeuristic thrill of watching a girl get tied up, and, disturbingly, a pack of timber wolves circling a hobbled fawn. Lucia succumbed to the latter, chewing her lower lip and offering neither resistance nor assistance as I moved her limbs into position. Her scent diverted my attention. Nervous perspiration had ratcheted up the volume of her sandalwood, and it's timbre had sharpened. I concentrated on the rigging, guiding Lucia's ankles into the French bowline and checking the fit. I tied a few loose loops around her upper arms.

"I want it tighter," said Danielle. "Push her tits out."

"Lucia?" I asked.

"It's OK."

I folded Lucia's arms behind her back and cinched the rope around her upper arms, curving her shoulders back and forcing her breasts forward. Lucia spread her knees for balance, then it hit me, the extra kick in her scent - Lucia was turned on. I finished the tie with an unnecessary flourish just to take it in.

"Comfortable?" I asked.

"More or less." Lucia's voice dropped to a whisper. "After this you and me are gonna have a come-to-Jesus meeting. Where the hell did you learn this shit?"

It was my turn to smile. "No comment. You ready?"

"No, but it doesn't matter now," Lucia said, testing my handiwork. "Kiss for luck?"

I kissed her.

"Thanks, hon, now get out of the line of fire."

I nodded to Keith.

Danielle offered me a slip of paper. "Want to get in line?"

"No," I said. "How many?"

Danielle smiled like a fox in a hen house. "I had seven before she danced. Eleven after."

Every man except Keith and I. "Assholes."

Danielle's jaw tightened. "Michael, don't get too sweet on that slut 'cause she's gonna be a cum mop when I'm finished with her." She smooched her lips. "Good thing you already got your first kiss in."

"Listen up," Keith said, making eye contact around the room. "The only thing you're gettin' is a blow job. You will keep your hands and your dicks above Lucia's waist. If she says stop, you stop. Anybody doesn't"—Keith twirled the bat—"I'll turn your head into a line drive. Is there anyone out there who doesn't understand me?"

Silence. This was Keith the hard-ass oil field foreman talking. They understood.

"OK, Danielle," said Keith, "It's your show."

Danielle jerked Lucia's ponytail hard enough to get a yelp. "Our captive fellatrix will suck you off in the order I call your names. You can come in her mouth, but . . . I'll buy a case of premium beer for every man who shoots his load on this pretty face."

Lucia, throat exposed to the wolves, looked like she'd bitten into a lemon, but she held her tongue.

Danielle fished a name out of her pocket. "Travis. Lucia's mouth awaits your cock."

"Hey that's me!" The red-haired guy Lucia had shed her bra for stepped forward. Tall with beefy thighs and arms, he towered over the bound girl.

Lucia smiled bravely. "Travis, you got something for me?"

Travis unzipped his jeans and stopped, suddenly self-conscious. "Just in front of everybody?" he asked to scattered laughter.

Lucia nuzzled his crotch. "Come on, Travis, I can't do this if you don't take him out. Put him in my mouth."

Travis stared down at Lucia. "What the hell." He plopped his cock and balls onto her upturned face to scattered calls of "Attaboy."

Lucia pressed her cheek against his goods, inhaled deeply, and delivered welcoming licks that swelled Travis' cock to parade attention. Curving upward from a dense thatch of curls, Travis' cock seemed of average proportions. With her hands tied, Lucia played a frustrating game of cat and mouse with the bobbing head until Travis lent a hand. Lucia latched on like it was a candy cane, licking up and down until his cock was wet and slick, then she began to draw him deeper into her mouth until her nose snuggled into his pubic hair.

"Holy shit, the bitch can deep throat," someone said.

Lucia would draw Travis' cock into her throat three or four times, pull up for air, lick and nibble the head, then swallow again. Travis answered each dive with a satisfied groan. When he could endure no longer, Travis stroked his cock while Lucia sealed her lips firmly around its tip. With her wide, sparkling eyes urging him on, Travis ejaculated with a grunt. Lucia sucked until Travis had nothing left, showed him what he'd given her, and swallowed.

"Thank you, Travis," Lucia said, licking her lips. "That was delicious."

Travis' performance broke the ice because the next two men unlimbered their cocks without reservation. Lucia's fellatory skills dispatched both quickly. The second man's load she swallowed neat; the third splashed a weak load across her cheeks.

"Fuck," said Lucia. "Come on guys. Let me swallow it."

Maybe it was the cum dangling from Lucia's chin, but number four chickened out. Neither coaxing from Lucia nor his friends would change his mind.

Four down. It was going pretty well for Lucia.

Danielle called the next name. "Nelson."

Lucia frowned. Nelson, a wiry, pompous ass of a man about forty swaggered up to Lucia, pulled up his shirt and pushed down his trousers. He and Lucia had traded some nasty insults that went beyond friendly rivalry, and here he was slapping her face with his fat cock. Nelson played this game until he was erect, then dragged her face up and down his shaft, ordering her to spit instead of lick for lubrication.

"Juice it good, cunt," he said, "Cause your takin' it all."

Nelson shoved his cock down Lucia's throat and she choked. Laughing, he held Lucia on his cock until the convulsion subsided, then began to roughly fuck her face. His cock wasn't long, but Lucia struggled with its girth, occasionally gagging because she couldn't find a rhythm in his staccato thrusts. Nelson would yank her head up at unpredictable intervals, let her grab one or two quick breaths, then drive her head down again.

Danielle, her nipples straining under her shirt, watched with sublime joy as Nelson raped Lucia's face. The room had fallen quiet except for Lucia's sporadic "glucks" and Nelson's misogynistic, obscenity-laced commentary.

"Christ, Nelson," someone said. "Give her a break."

"I ain't heard the bitch say stop," said Nelson.

"Lucia, are you OK?" Keith asked.

Her bound hands made thumbs up signs.

Nelson's aggressive face-fucking churning up thick streams of saliva that spilled off Lucia's chin; her nose ran; tears from the reflexive gagging washed away her mascara in dark rivulets. I don't think Lucia, preoccupied with snatching oxygen and not puking, sensed Nelson's impending orgasm.

"Danielle," he said, "I'll take that case of beer." Nelson jerked Lucia's head off his cock and unleashed a torrent semen between her wide open eyes. It spewed into her hair, poured down her cheeks, and dribbled in milky beads from her chin. More heavy spurts thickened the mess on her face.

Nelson wiped his cock in Lucia's hair. "How's that feel, you dirty cocksucker? The Flames rule, whore." Nelson hitched up his pants, leaving Lucia basting in his cum.

"That's more like it," said Danielle, scribbling Nelson's name onto her beer list. She turned to me. "Want to kiss her now? Untie her, this is too easy."

I loosened Lucia's knots and helped her stand. Sweat trickled down her ribs. A musky scent suggestive of weak bleach mingled with her perfume.

"Motherfucker," Lucia said, wiping cum from her eyelids. She opened her eyes to narrow slits, blinking to make tears. "Shit, that stings. How many more?"

"Seven," I said. "Want something to drink?"

Lucia forced her eyes fully open. "Not funny." She sniffed. "Danielle, may I have some tissues?"

"No," called Danielle.

"Fucking wh—" Lucia caught herself, then smiled sweetly. "Hey Danielle, I can't wait for Keith's load. Wanna snowball it with me?"

Danielle turned red. "A couple of you apes bring a table from the kitchen."

"You can't help yourself, can you?" I said.

"No," said Lucia, scooping cum off her face and eating it. "This is fun in a perverse way."

Two men carried in a table and draped the sheet over it.

"Michael," Danielle said, "Our little cocksucker needs more of a challenge. Tie on her back on the table with her head hanging off. Let's see if she can suck upside down."

"You bitch," said Lucia.

"You lost," said Danielle. "Get your whore ass on the table."

Lucia climbed on the table and lay with her head hanging off. I slipped the rope around each ankle and tied them off to the table legs. I tied her wrists to the ankle loops, leaving her arms at her sides. It wasn't a pretty tie, but it was minimally restrictive and would keep her from sliding off the table.

Lucia gave the ropes an exploratory tug. "Oh well, might as well make this fun." Surveying the room from her inverted position, she found her target. "Danielle, you got any guys out there with real dicks? I want some meat, goddammit."

Hoots and cries like "Your turn's comin', girl," "Got it right here, baby," answered Lucia's challenge.

Danielle held up a slip of paper. "Bob, you're up."

Short and stocky with tattoo-burnished arms, a long goatee, and unkempt hair, Bob looked like a tough customer, but he proved himself almost a gentleman. He didn't say much, just dropped his heavy sac onto Lucia's face with a laconic "Lick my balls." Bob dipped his cock into Lucia's mouth a few times, but preferred to stroke himself while Lucia slurped his balls. He didn't last long, signaling his climax with a long, low groan as he aimed at her mouth.

Lucia wiggled her tongue like bait. "Right here, Bob, gimme your load."

He missed. Cum jetted across her breasts and stomach to puddle in her navel and glisten in her bush like little pearls. Bob managed to get most of his trailing shots into Lucia's mouth.

"That was good," Bob said. "Thanks, Lucia."

Lucia licked her lips and surveyed the damage. "You're welcome."

Next up was a quiet, well-dressed man named Chuck. Lucia welcomed his cock with a smile.

"Oh, Chuckie," she said, "That's a nice one. Give him to me."

"Sorry, no," he said. "Got a girlfriend, you know. That said, I don't think she'd mind me expressing my opinion of cunts who root for the Maple Leafs." Chuck ignored Lucia's entreaties as he methodically jerked off on her face. Lucia took a cum squirt up the nose trying to dodge another sperm shower.

"Goddammit," she yelled, snorting cum out her nose. "Will you assholes stop doing that? Just come in my mouth, OK?" 

Danielle high-fived Chuck. "Now we're getting somewhere."

Three more men took their turns, behaving themselves much like Travis so that Lucia hardly broke a sweat. Still, all three glazed her face. Lucia, apparently resigned to this fate, kept her cool.

Danielle laughed and pulled the last name. "Victor, you're the last."

Keith's assistant foreman and a strapping, dark-haired, intense man, stepped up to the table. 

"Hey, Victor," said Lucia. "Think you can put a load in my mouth?"

Victor grinned down at her. "Depends. Who's the best team?"

Lucia grinned back. "Maple Leafs."

Victor loosed his cock. "You sure about that?"

Lucia's eyes widened. Someone whistled. "Victor, you got a permit for that thing?"

The battle-ready monster hovering above her head finally cracked Lucia's bravado. "Oh god, Victor. I don't think I can get—."

A sharp tap of Victor's cock against Lucia's mouth shushed her. "You can make this easy or hard, Lucia. Who's the best team?"

For ten seconds, Lucia lay very still, breathing calmly and watching Victor lazily massage his cock. Through half-lidded eyes she contemplated the shiny beads of pre-cum oozing from its purple head. Lucia's nipples hardened, and the corner of her mouth ticked up in a dirty smile.

"Maple Leafs," she said.

Victor smiled like a frontier schoolmarm reaching for her wooden ruler. "I was hoping you'd say that," he said as his hands clamped talon-like around Lucia's face. Victor tilted her head back and inserted his cock between her lips. Although prepared with a generous mouthful of spit, Lucia gagged and stalled at the three quarters mark. Victor pumped to this depth a few times, paused to adjust Lucia's head, then nudged forward. Controlling one's gag reflex didn't mean turning it off, and Victor's cock, on breaching Lucia's choke point, triggered a paroxysm of dry-retching that I thought would tear Lucia free of the ropes. Victor remained motionless until his prey quieted and, deprived of air, began to squirm.

Thick, viscous saliva gushed out of Lucia's mouth and nose when Victor withdrew.

"You son-of-a-bitch," Lucia gasped, the sticky mess hanging from her face like silvery stalactites.

"Best team?" Victor asked.

"Go to hell."

Face fucking, skull fucking, throat ramming—the ropes snapped tight as Victor's cock plumbed the back of Lucia's throat, followed with leaking, clenched eyes and red-faced, straining concentration as its full measure disappeared into Lucia's mouth. Between plunges she gulped for air like a drowning man. On and on it went. Victor's inexorable assault wore Lucia down, but she refused to yield.

"You stupid bitch," said Danielle. "Are the Maple Leafs really worth this?"

Lucia extended both middle fingers. Danielle had missed the point because this ordeal was about more than her beloved team. I was sure she loved the Maple Leafs, but Lucia exuded the masochistic flair of an adrenalin junkie, and got her fix not with crazy sports, but with sucking cocks. The game was an opportunity. The wager? Nothing more than a self-inflicted kick in the ass to propel herself off the cliff.

Even Victor got it. He edged Lucia cruelly, forcing her to dig deep to hang on but never out pacing her. His stern demeanor softened as he slowly ramped down, then pulled out to stroke his cock. "You're a tough girl, Lucia. And the best."

Lucia acknowledged the compliment with a weary, slobbery smile and puckered nipples. Like frosty spider webs, long threads of saliva swung like between her mouth and Victor's cock.

"Gimme your load, hon," she said. "In my mouth. I earned it."

"Best team?" Victor asked.

"You bastard." Lucia's middle fingers went up again as Victor erupted, ejecting a stallion's load of cum in streaming, ball-draining spurts. When he stepped back, Lucia looked like someone had upended a bucket of buttermilk over her head.

"Victor gets two cases of beer," said Danielle. "Anyone want seconds?"

Keith jumped up. "The show's over. Gentlemen, let's hear it for Lucia."

Lucia acknowledged the cheers, ear-splitting whistles, and applause with a smile and wiggling toes as I loosened the sweat-tempered knots. She smelled like wet raw sex. No trace of sandalwood remained under the layers of drying semen. Hands freed, she quickly skimmed Victor's cum from her face into her mouth, then worked to unglue her eyelids, and after some effort, she could squint through cum-frosted lashes. She found more globs of cum on her belly and breasts, collected it on her fingers, and sucked them clean. Then Lucia stretched with feline grace and rolled off the table, a Mona Lisa smile on her lips.

Danielle offered Lucia a roll of paper towels. "You can clean up—." 

Lucia pounced, deftly throwing Danielle to the floor with a thud and sending the towels unrolling across the room. The surprise attack stunned everyone to silence. The flash combat ended with Lucia astride Danielle with a forearm a jammed cross her throat. Pinned, Danielle was now the doe in the spotlight, staring vacant-eyed at milky bubbles percolating from Lucia's approaching lips. Lucia fisted a clump of Danielle's hair as threads of cum spun downward. Panic twitched through Danielle, but pressure from Lucia's forearm confined it to her eyes. Lucia paused for a deep, growling breath, mated their lips, and fed Victor's semen to Danielle.

Lucia slapped a hand across Danielle's mouth and pinched her nostrils. "Swallow."

Danielle, her face sickly, whimpered and swallowed.

Lucia sprang to her feet and Danielle, stricken and holding her mouth, scurried away. Moments later violent puking noises filtered into the living room.

"That bitch can't hold her cum," said Nelson.

All eyes followed Lucia. Naked and crusted in semen, she wiped her mouth into a searing, iniquitous smile and aimed it at every man who'd shoved his cock down her throat.

"Maple. Leafs. Fucking. Rule. Get it?"



Lucia The Cleaning Lady



About six months ago my job when to hell. Before that time I told people I had the best job in the world, with decent pay, decent hours and decent benefits. I could take time off when I needed to, sneak in a round of golf without having to take a vacation day, and even was able to carve out some three-day weekends at the shore.

Then came the slump in the economy. Everyone was asked to do more, and that "more" multiplied when several positions were eliminated. The good news is my job was secure. The bad news is I am working long hours and more days than ever. 

Fact is, I am happy I have a good job and not in danger of losing it. But those long hours, unrealistic deadlines and lack of help do begin to wear on you. 

Working on Saturdays became the norm, at least a half day in the office, and during the week there were many days I'd be in at 7:30 in the morning and still there at 6:30 at night. 

At first, I'd pack up and take work home, but after a bit I just decided to wait out the traffic and just keep working until I had about as much work done as I'd be able to do. I knew I was working late when I was interrupted by the cleaning crew that made its way through the floors each evening.

I'd hear them doing their work and it meant I was definitely there too late!

First came the person who emptied the trash cans and desktop shredders. Then the guy with the heavy duty vacuum cleaner entered. Finally, a bit after the first two, came Lucia. She was in charge, I guess, of cleaning up desks, wiping things down, getting rid of germs, you name it. 

It seemed backward to me, as I would have thought she'd do her work before the vacuum guy, but, hey, I am not the expert here. 

I knew her name was Lucia because she wore a work shirt with the name stitched on, and late one night I asked why the cleaners worked in the order they did. In broken English she explained something to the effect that the early bird would sweep things onto the floor, the vacuum guy would whisk things up and she was the last line of cleaning. 

At least that's what I think she said.

Over the weeks that followed I'd talk with the woman, with each subsequent week we'd become a little more familiar with each other. After nearly two months we graduating to harmless flirting. At this time of night only the cleaners were on the floor, my co-workers long gone. I learned she was 26, two decades younger than me. 

She had beautiful dark brown hair, a captive smile and a decent body. She was no knockout in her work clothes, but she appeared to have an ample top, maybe 32c breasts, and a tight behind. I wondered what she would look like in a dress and fantasized about her favorite underwear. She didn't seem to be a thong girl, as I could see panty lines when she would polish my small conference table. She'd bend over the round table to wipe it down and my eyes darted to her backside. 

That she'd bend over, unladylike, was odd, because early on I noticed she'd sort of walk around the able and clean it, but after a bit of flirting I think she wanted to have me look at her behind. 

Suddenly I actually liked working late. The idea that Lucia would grace my office and we'd have a little bit of banter --- she in broken English --- made my day. What can I say, it was a great way to end the evening before heading out of the building.

She was a pleasant girl, always wearing a smile, but was fun to speak with about this and that. She had a voice that I loved listening too, her accent was strong, but after a while I understood her as well as anyone. I guess the human ear learns to adapt. 

I noticed she wore a wedding ring, so I figured she was merely having some flirtatious fun. One night I asked about her husband. 

You would have thought I asked her if she was afraid of snakes or something, because she stopped what she was doing and pulled up. Her face blanched and I was afraid there was something wrong with the man or something.

'All men are pigs," was all she said, brushing a tear from her eye.

Not knowing what to say, I merely shook my head yes.

With that Lucia made a few cursory swipes around my desk then walked from the room. I don't know what I said or did, but clearly I upset the woman. 

I deliberately stayed late the next night. I had to ask her what was up. At first I thought she wasn't working because there was a large gap in time between the first two workers and her, but eventually she entered my office. 

Working on my computer I stole glances at the girl as she did her work. After a couple minutes our eyes met, and she surprisingly sat in the chair across from me. 

"People used to think I was pretty, but I am getting old and fat," said the girl, speaking better English than I though she had in her. "I know I've let myself go, but with so many responsibilities there just isn't time to work out."

I looked at her as if she was crazy. The girl, 20 years my junior, was adorable, and I told her so. 

"Do you really think so? My husband says I am fat," said the girl. "That's why he is cheating on me, that's why he's fucking his secretary."

Doing a double take, my mind wasn't sure I heard what I thought I heard. 

"He told you that?" was my inquisitive reply, all the while smiling at how "is" sounded just like "ease" or "ezz" coming from her mouth. 

"Yes, that I am fat. And he's always with her. She's gone on business trips with him, I know she has. I smell her on his clothes. And my friend said she saw them together after work at a bar. Said they left holding hands."

I told her how sorry I was, how it was probably just a mistake and that she was jumping to conclusions. But she emphatically said she "knew what she knew" and that a girl "could tell these things." 

She went on to say she had confronted him, but he had denied everything. He said she was dreaming. Then he called her fat. That's why he was no longer attracted to him.

"Yea, we hardly ever make love any more, and when we do he's done in a minute or two. He uses me when his girlfriend isn't around I bet. If it wasn't for the kids I'd go home to Tucson."

I felt sorry for the girl. I couldn't believe she was confiding so much in me, I had no idea why, but I did feel honored she did. I asked her why. She was so open with her personal life, I couldn't understand why she picked me, but apparently the weeks of being nice, flirting and open with her on day to day things paid off tonight for whatever reason.

"You seem so nice. You aren't like the other guys around here. Oh, you have flirted with me, but you didn't grab my behind like the guy downstairs. I enjoy the way you, well, look at me, like you think I'm a little bit attractive. And I like talking with a guy like you who seems to be nice."

Telling her I thought she was very attractive, I mentioned I'd think of her late at night, letting her think about what that meant. I think she did, because she gave a shy smile.

"You think about me, uh, in bed? When you are with your wife?"

I looked at the ring on my finger. "My wife left me a couple years ago, I always thought she'd be back..."

"I'm sorry," said the girl. "I didn't know.'

It was awkward for a bit, but I brushed it off. "No problem."

A few minutes of chit chat later the girl left my office, quickly finishing her work, much to my dismay. I was having so much fun talking with her. She was the first girl I'd had such talk with since my wife left me, and I couldn't wait for the next time. 

I didn't have to wait long, as she returned about 15 minutes later.

"I only have a couple minutes before they will miss me upstairs. Would you kiss me? I have wondered what it would be like and if I don't ask tonight I never will."

She didn't have to ask twice. 

I walked over to her, pulling her close. Looking into her eyes a smile crossed my lips, and then I moved forward and kissed her, slowly at first but then more passionately. Her lips were amazing, so soft yet so experienced. Her tongue slipped in and out of my mouth as my cock began to grow. 

She felt it, much to my dismay. 

"You like me, you like kissing me?" said the girl. "I haven't kissed a man since I got married."

"Your lips are like sugar, they are so sweet, and you, young lady, are a very pretty woman," I said. "Your husband doesn't know what he is doing."

"Oh he knows, he's fucking his tramp of a secretary. He's probably with her right now."

"And what are they doing."

"She is probably sucking his cock, the puta, the slut," said Lucia. 

Looking her in the eyes, I asked if she wanted to suck mine. Her look was priceless. "I don't do that. Whores do that. Like my husband's whore."

I spent the next few minutes telling her that wasn't true, but it wasn't until I told her that doing it to me would be the perfect punishment for her husband that she acquiesced to my request. 

It was as if my statement made sense. Heck, I was just throwing it on the table, I never thought for a minute she'd bite on it. She stood back, looked at me, then the floor. She walked over to the office door, closed it, and locked it. 

She slowly returned, kissed me again and then dropped to her knees. Struggling with my zipper, she sort of massaged my dick in my pants while she attempted to open the pesky zipper. Soon she figured it out. Slowly, tantalizingly, she unleashed my rock-hard cock. "What do I do?"

"Just lick it, all over," was my reply as I luxuriated to her tongue's soft, wet touch. I directed her around my dick, then had her oval her mouth and slip my cock in. It was amazing and I couldn't believe she hadn't done it before. But maybe that's why it was so very good. So very tentative, so slow and deliberate, merely nibbling around and around my throbbing cock.

She wasn't an accomplished cocksucker, but she more than made up for that by her attention to my dick. She stroked it, kissed it, and sucked it in succession. She was like a kitten playing with a ball of twine. 

I looked down at her and she looked angelic. It was a beautiful sight. And that sight sent me over the edge, which was a big mistake. 

My cock erupted in her mouth on an in stroke, and she attempted to pull away only to be held on my dick by my hands. I shot several volleys into her mouth before she pulled away, choking on my seed while spitting as much as she could on the floor. I was afraid she'd barf or something, it was not a pretty sight.

"You bastard, you bastard," she said, choking back tears. "You are a mean and nasty and dirty man." 

I pulled her toward me, kissing her cum-drenched mouth. At first she attempted to pull away, but after a bit held the kiss. I held her tight, thanking her for the pleasure of her mouth, and apologizing for my insensitivity. 

"I forgive you, but only because you kissed me."

Thank goodness I had the will to do it! It saved the situation. We spoke for a bit, she said she'd see me tomorrow, and said, though, it wouldn't happen again.

"It will be our little secret," said a coy Lucia.

I went home that night thinking that while it might be a secret, I hoped it wasn't a one-time thing. That gave me an idea.

The next day at work I waited with serious anticipation of the cleaners reaching my floor. I didn't want to seem too obvious in my desire to see Lucia again, but I couldn't help myself. When she didn't enter, and another woman did, my heart nearly stopped.

Was she mad at me? Would she tell her husband? Dozens of like thoughts cascaded through my mind.

I was frantic the next 24 hours until Lucia entered the room and smiled, I knew she wasn't mad.

She cleaned a little and we talked. Her son wasn't feeling well and she had used a personal day to take care of him. I thanked her for the activities of two nights before, telling her that she was incredible. 

She smiled and said that, after thinking a bit, it wasn't all that bad. "I guess I overreacted a little," said the girl, "but it was my first time. Oh, I've kissed my husband there, but he always says it's wrong for a girl to do it. Still, I know his secretary does, my friend Alicia told me she saw that slut with her head in his lap in the parking lot of the bar. I believe her, even if he denies everything."

Looking at Lucia, I told her I brought her a present. She quizzically looked at me as I reached into my desk. 

I gave her a package of condoms, strawberry flavored ones. "In case you ever want to give your husband a blow job and don't want to have him cum in your mouth."

The girl laughed, and then had a puzzled look on her face. "I just might do that, but I don't know if I know how to use these...."

Lucia clearly was leading me down a path, leaving me an opening wide enough to drive a truck through. Of course she knew how to use a condom. She just wanted be coaxed.

"I could show you."

The girl began wiping down my desk, then smiled and said she had work to do. Still, she slipped the condom pack into her work pants, shaking her head. 

She re-entered my room about 45 minutes later, right as I was packing up. "You know, I do know how to use a condom, I'm not stupid!" she said with a laugh. 

I smiled back. "Yes, I figured, but those are special ones, you know, strawberry. I had you've never used those?" I said as she shook her head no. "They require a whole different way of putting them on. So you better be careful."

She looked at the package, mentioning there was no set of special directions for them...and besides, her English wasn't that good. Maybe she misunderstood the directions.

That softball of an answer let me offer to show her how to use them, and she smiled and once again said she only had a few minutes left on her break. Could I show her fast?

Nodding, I ensured my door was closed and locked. 

"First you open the packet, and then carefully remove the condom." I said the words so very clinically, as if teaching a class. "Then roll open one turn, then put the condom in your mouth."

I thought her eyes were pop out at that direction. 

"Then put your mouth on the guy's cock, and move your lips tightly down it, moving the condom down the shaft. He's going to love it."

She said she was afraid that she'd do it wrong. Could she try on me?

Now she was talking!

"Of course, of course you can," I said with a big, wide smile. 

It was awkward, it wasn't perfect, but it was so very erotic. Lucia knelt in front of me and opened the small square packet. Pulling out the condom, she brought it to her nose.

"Smells good, a lot like strawberry," she said, smiling. 

To make it easy, I had her put the condom around the tip of my cock. Then, I advised her to tightly put her lips on my cock and gently use her lips to roll the rubber down my manhood. It was an incredible, sensuous act. 

A couple times it didn't seem to be moving down the shaft, but soon Lucia got the knack and got it going. Soon it was easy, and she had a good four inches of cock wrapped with condom. She used her fingers to get it the rest of the way securely coating my rock-hard dick. 

"Now what do I do," she laughed, ignoring my stuttering and going back down on my cock. She worked the reservoir end with her lips, and then circled the base of my cock with a couple fingers. She then alternated sucks from the top down the shaft of the rubber coated, strawberry flavored dick while moving her fingers slowly up and down the base of the shaft. 

The girl may have been a novice but she was an excellent, fast study. She worked my cock like a pro, her eyes closed and angelic look while performing a devilish act. I attempted to stay as still as possible, rocking just a little in and out of her mouth as she worked my bulging cock. 

I swear I heard her purr as she blew me, as I think she loved act of giving me a blow job. 

Up and down her head worked on my cock. As I began to moan she worked me harder and faster and soon I was spurting red hot cum into the rubber. The fact that cum wasn't hitting her throat was obviously a good thing, as she didn't remove her mouth from me until I was shrinking down.

"That was incredible, Lucia, simply incredible," I said, carefully removing the condom from my cock. 

"Oh, that was hot," said the girl. "Can we do it again sometime?"

"Anytime, Lucia, anytime."

The girl smiled, rose, kissed me and then left my office. 

A couple weeks later she asked if she could do it bareback. 

But that's another story.



Lucia the Confirmed Escort



After my previous encounter with Lucia I kept fantasizing about her gorgeous body, tight twat and talented mouth. A few weeks went by and I had to reconnect with her. I sent her an e-mail asking how she felt about selling sex and whether she still thought it was a good experience. She replied back that it wasn't the worst way to pay rent and she had even rubbed herself to multiple orgasms remembering our time together.

Overjoyed I asked her if she would consider seeing me again, that I hadn't been able to get our first expereince from my mind. I told her I would love to be able to try some new things with her if she was willing, all safe of course and it should be just as much fun for her as I. She wrote back and said she was intrigued and asked what I had in mind. I wrote back that I have always wanted to have some sexy fun with oil, that her body slicked down with massage oil gave me an instant erection and that I would love to worship her body and feel our slippery warm skin sliding against each other.

It was a couple days before she wrote back, she apologized for the delay and said that yes, she had decided it would be OK if I wanted to see her again and that she'd see me for the same amount as last time. Lucia admitted that the thought of her body being covered in warm slippery oil had turned her on and she hadn't done anything like that before. She asked that I keep our encounters to myself, she didn't want to become a full time escort or have her services advertised, Atlantic Canada being too small a spot and the danger of having her activities get back to her friends and coworkers a little too risky. She confided that she did like the strings free sex and the extra money that she received from our first encounter and that she may even be open too seeing other people too in the future but only on her terms.

Barely able to contain my excitement I quickly e-mailed her back and said I was over joyed to be able to see her again and asked when I could make the trip to her town. We e-mailed back and forth and settled on a Friday night in a few weeks time, and I said I would arrange a room in a nice hotel room and purchase some nice massage oil.

The day of date I left work a little early to get started on the five hour drive to Lucia's home town. It was close to 8'o'clock when I arrived at the hotel and I was a little worried that I may have arrived to late. I raced to my room, their best, and logged on to the hotels wifi to send Lucia a note telling her I was there. She replied almost immediately that she was actually in the hotels bar, having arrived just a few minutes before I did and that she'd be right up! I had hoped to have time to shower and freshen up before she arrived after the long drive and decided I'd have to ask her for some patience when she arrived so I could jump into the rooms large marble lined shower before we settled in. I did run some hot water into the large bathroom sink and placed the bottle of massage oil I had purchased in it to warm in time for our fun later.

Just a couple minutes later there was a soft knock on the door and I opened it with a smile to see Lucia standing in the hall with her hair worn up in an attractive style and wearing a tight little black dress and jacket, her legs stockinged with high heeled shoes.

"Welcome!" I said reaching for her hand, I kissed it briefly and led her into the room with a smile. "You look great! Better than great actually!"

"Thank you hun!" she said with a smile. "I thought you'd like it! How was your drive over?"

"Fine, just fine. Although I just arrived here actually and was hoping to freshen up a bit first. Do you mind waiting while I have a quick shower?" I replied.

"Sure, no problem at all! Driving all that way I can understand."

"It'll not take to long." I promised with a wink. "I'm eager to 'relax' with you!"

Lucia giggled and winked back and I excused myself and hurriedly disrobed in the bathroom and started the shower. Once the water was hot I stepped in and quickly soaped up with the complimentary soap and shampoo and rinsed the sweat and grime of a long day at work and driving. My heart was fluttering a little as I imagined pouring oil over Lucia's gorgeous form.

Lucia came into the bathroom after hearing the water turn off and picked up a large white towel from the towel rack by the door. She had stripped down to a pair of lacy black panties and matching shelf push-up bra that made my eyes widen in appreciation and anticipation!

"Can I dry you off before we get wet again?" she asked with a smile and a wink. She glanced at the bottle of oil on the vanity and sauntered over slowly and gently dried off my body, starting with my hair and working down. She skipped over the obviously swelling parts and dried off my legs, slowly kneeling in front of me and sitting back on her heels to do so. After finishing that task she looked up into my eyes and slowly brought the towel up in her hands to gently cup my balls and wrap the soft terry cloth material around my now stiff cock and pat it dry with very slow rubs and tugs.

I sighed in contentment, enjoying having such a young beautiful girl paying such loving attention to me even if the towel came between her soft loving hands and me. After she was satfisified she had dried me sufficiently she set the towel aside on the edge of the tub and slowly stood back up to stand before me and reached over to the sink where a large bottle of massage oil was waiting.

"My skin is so dry..." she pouted and handed me the bottle. She turned and slowly pulled off her bra and bent slowly forward, her ass spreading open slightly as she pulled off her panties and stepped out of them. I had already poured some of the warm oil into my palm and was rubbing it between my hands when she stood back up and leaned back into me. I reached around and rubbed my oily hands across her midriff, spreading oil over her soft skin upwards to her large heaving chest. She moaned softly as my strong hands cupped her tits and slowly worked the oil into them inching towards her now stiffening nipples. I played with her tits for a while kneading them and putting more and more pressure on her nipples, pulling a bit, flicking my fingers up and down across them.

She leaned her head back and reached up and back to run her fingers through my hair and I let my hands slide down her sides and then reached over to re-oil them. I reached around again to quickly grab her lucsious tits. With my left hand I grabbed her right tit while my right hand snaked slowly down to her neatly trimmed snatch. She was now moaning continuously as my fingers brushed over her lips and clit and then rubbed oil into her thighs. She leaned forward slightly as my fingers again sought out her fiery hot crotch and rubbed her labia lightly, circling closer and closer to her clit. Once there I slowly rubbed and caressed it, building pressure with each passing minute till she was panting and her hips started gyrating slighly. All the while my free hand groped and caressed her oily boobs and my rock hard erection sat between her fantastic ass cheeks.

"I need to taste you..." I murmered in her ear after a few minutes and guided her to sit on the vanity, her back resting against the steamed up mirror. I reached for the oil bottle and upended it over her letting the oil drizzle across her tits, stomach, thighs and pussy and started slowly rubbing it into her skin. I got down on one knee on the bath mat and leaned in to devour her sex. She was sweet and spicy and her wetness mingled with the massage oil creating an exciting musky taste and smell. I licked slowly from her wet hole up to her clit with light pressure and then let my mouth cover her labia nad clit and sucked in gently. I felt her jump a little as the suction increased the sensitivity and heightened the blood flow to her clit. I started lightly flicking my toungue across her firm little clit as well as swirling it around her labia. I reached up with one hand to grab a tit and lightly knead one of her oily nipples while using my other hand to rub my thumb around the opening of her wet snatch. After letting her relax into my ministrations I gently eased my thumb into her snatch while sucking a little harder on her clit. I felt her tense and reach for my head pulling me a little tighter into her crotch with a little intake of breath.

I pulled my thumb from her hole and pulled away from her clit, letting my tongue trail down I shoved it into her while reaching up to lightly rub my thumb and fore finger up a down either side of her clit, slowly increasing the pressure between my fingers as I massaged it. I was getting really excited which I suspect Lucia sensed and after enjoying my attention a few moments more she gently pushed my shoulder back and slid of the counter.

She grabbed the oil and it was turn to have the warm liquid drizzled onto my body while her soft hands spread it over my arms, chest and legs. She set it aside and knelt in front of my and kept her gaze on my cock as she slowly leaned in and took the head in her mouth. She continued rubbing her hands across my body massaging the oil in as she slowly increased the pace and depth she was suckling on my cock. She meant contented little sounds in her throat as her head bobbed back and forth, her tits jiggling with the motion. She pulled back and gently grasped my shaft and started jacking it slowly while lashing the head with her soft tongue. She took it in her mouth quickly for a few more strocks and then ran her tongue up and down the shaft, coating it liberally with her saliva before turning her head to the side and leaning down to lick and gently suck my balls while looking up at me from the corner of her eye.

I pulled from her grasp and bent at the knees slightly while pulling her close and pushing her tits together and started rubbing my shaft up and down in the warm cocoon between her soft oily breasts. She reached around to hold the back of my thighs and aided my titfucking by sliding her tits up and down to match my thrusting. The feeling of her hot oily tits jacking my cock was heavenly and I smiled contentedly and sat back on the edge of the shower wall. She smiled too and continued to use her tits to wank my cock as I leaned forward to kiss her hungrily. Our tongues darted around in each others mouths while she continued rubbing my thighs and I squeezed her tits tighter around my cock shaft.

She broke away and quickly turned and stood, grabbing the oil which she handed to me. "Rub some on my back and ass!" She said breathlessly and I of course quickly complied. She spread my legs, bent forwards and reached back to steady herself on my things and deliciously started rubbing her oiled ass cheeks up and down my shaft. My cock slipped between her ass cheeks and I felt her hot pussy and asshole rubbing up and down it with my cock head peeking out the top of her ass cleavage. She bounced her hips up and down jacking me softly. After a few minutes I stood pushing her forward and grabbed her hips and started sawing my now impossibly hard cock between her ass cheeks.

"I need to be inside you!" I groaned and she stood and smiled at me.

"I need you inside me!" She replied.

"I reached for one of the condom's I had brought and hurriedly tore it open and slipped in on. The condom felt tighter than any other I had ever put on my cock was so engorged. Lucia leaned forward on the counter and spread her legs slightly as I grasped her hip with one hand and guided my cock to her waiting snatch with the other. Her hot tight hole resisted my entry a little at first and she moaned low and long as it slipped in slowly, her tight cunt muscles squeezing my cock deliciously. I revelled in having my way with the sexy young tart and shoved myself into her to the hilt, flexing my cock strongly as I hit bottom, rubbing her oily ass with my hands. She responded positvely, backing into me and squeezing back and we instinctively started a slow building pace, grinding into each other.

I reached forward to grab her hot slippery and kissed her back and shoulders thrusting harder and harder. With my legs I nudged hers open further and kept one hand on her tits and reached under to finger her clit as my thrusting continued. Loud wet slapping sounds from my hips hitting her round ass filled the air along with our moans and grunts. She whispered encouragement to me and became more and more vocal as my pounding of her pussy and stimulation of her clit brought her closer and closer to cumming. Lucia rose up on her tip toes and angled her hips so my thrusts hit her in just the right spots and she snaked a hand down to join mine in twiddling her soaked clit.

"You're making me cum!" she gasped and began furiously rubbing here fingers side to side over her clit while bucking her hips against me and I reached forward to hold on to both her juicy tits as she rode me to climax. Her legs shuddered and her stomach and pussy muscles spasmed driving me close to the edge as well.

"Lucia! I'm gonna cum too!" I grunted and she yanked free of my cock and whipped around to grab it and ripped off the condom. She sank down in front of me and wrapped her tits around my cock, working them up and down my shaft with her hands as she pressed up against my thighs. She arched her back and craned her hand forward to lash the head of my cock with her togue every time it poked up through her greasy cleavage and I was soon thrusting myself hard into her tits.

"Fuck!" I groaned and pulled her head down during one last thrust, my cock roughly penetrating her sweet lips and filling her mouth a fraction of a second before it erupted in a huge explosion of cum. I felt like my balls were draining a cup of semen into her mouth and she hungrily suckled it into her throat with excited littles moans. I continued to shoot five more powerful bursts, so that some of it came out around my shaft and dribbled over lips and down her chin. She continued suckling and rubbing her tongue back and forth on the underside of my shaft and slowly bobbed her head up and down as my orgasm dissapted.

Finally she pulled my cock free of her mouth, licked it up and down a couple times and then pushed the cum still on her face into her mouth, licking her fingers clean before looking up at me with a grin and giving my cock one last lick to clean any remaining cum from it.

"How was that lover?" She asked coyly. But I couldn't answer verbally and just shook my head a little with a disbelieving smile and leaned in for one last kiss. This girl was so addictive she could bankrupt me I thought to myself.

And I'd happily pay the price!



Lucia The Escort



Lucia was a shy girl in real life even though she had an online persona of being a sex fiend. She liked to write nasty stories and share some photos but hadn't let her wild side loose too much offline. That all changed when hard times hit her financially.

At first she tried her hand at webcams and selling dirty photos on craiglist but found the amount of work she had to put in to get a few dollars per willing customer meant it was almost a full time job and she really needed to make more money faster. She had a few (well more than a few) horny, devoted fans who followed her online life and started to think that maybe she could get a few of them to pay her for favours.

At first she though maybe she would send them panties, personalized photos or something but more and more they asked for "face time" with Lucia, some willing to fly from across the country or even from the US for a chance at seeing/experiencing her skills in person.

It took her a few weeks to decide to try it out, on a local maritimer, and see if "escorting" was something she was comfortable doing.

That's where I came in. I jumped at the chance to meet the fellatrix face to face and quickly offered her a few hundred dollars for a "girl-friend experience" session. I had been with an escort or two before who specialized in this GFE type service and told her I would be very interested in doing the same with her. I explained it usually meant an hour's "play time" and usually meant there was kissing, cuddling and other extra attention not usually included in your regular $100 suck and fuck with a hooker. In my expereince GFE escorts were usually educated, classy young ladies who enjoyed sex who found it a good way to make money and were picky about their clients. I even sent her the e-mail of an escort I had been with a few times named Emily Rushton as a reference. I was shocked when the reply came back by e-mail a few days later accepting my indecent proposal. We made arrangements to meet at a hotel in her town.

The fateful day arrived and I checked in to the hotel and e-mailed her the room number a couple hours before our date. I spent those hours nervously waiting and preparing for the EVENT. I showered, checked my e-mail a few times, seeing she had responded that she would be arriving on time and perused some of her e-mails and photos she had exchanged with me. Looking at those got me horny and I couldn't help relieving myself about 45 minutes before she was due to arrive playing with myself staring at the delcious cock sucker's photos. Wouldn't want the date to be over too quickly after all! Of course then I had to shower again, this time I finished and had only a few more minutes to wait before there was a knock on the door.

I checked the peep hole and my pulse quickened as I saw her standing in the hallway dressed in a skirt and dark thigh length jacket, her makeup lightly done and wearing stockings. I opened the door and nervously greeted her and we awkwardly hugged before I took her coat and led her to the couch in the room. She was wearing a skin tight lacy topped blouse under her jacket that really showed off her chest. After we sat and chatted to calm our nerves a bit Lucia reached over and touched my leg and whispered "How about we get started?"

She leaned in close on the couch and gently rubbed up and down my leg while pulling my head in for a sensual kiss, her soft chest coming to rest against my arm and her leg slipping over mine. My passion flared as this delectable young morsel yielded her soft body to me. I reached up and grabbed her boob while kissing back farcefully, my breath growing shallow and my cock suddenly straining against my jeans.

Her tits were soft yet firm and her nipples were hard and noticable even through her bra as we made out like a couple of teens. The stroking of my leg evolved into groping my very obvious erection through my pants and my hand snaked it's way under her shirt questing for her glorious young tits.

She started making little moaning sounds, and her hips starting gyrating a little as I rubbed and kneaded at her soft tits and hard nipples. We broke apart long enough for her toremove her shirt and bra while I undid my belt and zipper on my jeans and pulled them down and kicked them off hurridly. Her tits were amazing, as was her little waist and full ass in her tight skirt. She reached out and slid her hand under my underwear band and grabbed hold of me with her soft cool hands making me jump a little as I leaned forward to devour her delicious boobs. My toungue flickered over her hard nipples while I desperately tried to get her whole tits in to my mouth.

Lucia pushed me away and smiled as she leaned down towards my cock now starting to drip pre-cum. "Is this what the escorts do?" she said in mock innocence as she thrust her open mouth down onto my hard shaft swallowing me whole. I groaned and thrust against her grabbing her hair and throwing my head back in ecstacy.

"fuck, fuck!" I groaned, while she pulled back a little and swirled her tongue along the underside of my cock. She looked up at me and we met gazes as my senses came back to me while she slowly started into a rythem of sucking and stroking on my hard cock. Her smoldering brown eyes stayed on me while she expertly mouth worshipped me with an intensity no other girl had ever done. This girl really did love sucking cock!

"I want you to get on your knees in front of me and keep doing that till I cum in your mouth." I commanded. The customer is always right, right? She obiently slid off the couch beside me and settling into a kneeling position while and leaned back against the couch cushions without breaking stride on my cock. I looked down at this young sexual force of nature bobbing up and down on my cock with a look of absolute hunger in her eyes and just let everything else in my mind slide away. It was like the whole universe collapsed into nothing but her mouth, my cock and our locked gazes.

After all too brief of a time I leaned forward a bit, grabbed one of her tits and the back of her head and groaned as I shot a huge load of cum into her mouth.

"Fuuuuck...!!" I managed to grunt. While she obiently let my cum explode into the back of her mouth and down her throat. After I relaxed she didn't immediately pull my cock out like most girls would but just slowly continued sucking a little more gently and slowly for about a couple minutes, a little excess cum dribbling out of the corners of her mouth while my cock soaked up her mouth love.

She eventually let me cock slip out of her mouth, kissed it up and down the shaft a few time and stood up in front of me.

"Well, how was that?" she asked with a little smile.

"Amazing Lucia! You really could charge more than $300 for a session if you do that for everyone!" She smiled and winked at me and sat beside me casually rubbing my inner thigh and balls. "So are mutliple shots on goal included in you price?" I asked.

"Haha, what's that?" she asked.

"Can we go again since it hasn't been an hour yet? Or will it be one cum per visit?" I explained.

"Oh, well what did you have in mind?" She asked.

"Well, I have some condoms, how about a fuck?"

"Hmm, well, I suppose, can you get hard again?"

"I sure as hell will try!" I exclaimed and pulled her close for a kiss. Her body would have been enticing enough on it's own to get me hard again but she was also an amazing kisser and that made it no problem at all for my shaft to grown once more. I pulled out a condom and slipped it on hurridly.

"I want you to ride me reverse..." I said urgently pulling her to standing to take off her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties and her stockings were the thigh high kind that drove me crazy, perfect! I thought. I sat back down and turned her around while I scooted my self to the edge of the couch with my legs spread. She sat down on my cock with her legs together and she slid my cock into her wet hole. She was obviously turned on by this whole thing.

"Swirl your hips around and up and down." I commended. She put her hands on my knees and squatted with her ass hovering above my lap and gyrated my cock around inside her cunt. There was a dresser opposite the couch and I could see Lucia's front in it's mirror, her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip and full heavy tits swaying back and forth and her hips jacked my cock inside her.

Again I allowed myself to just relax and enjoy the sensations as she worked at my cock, feeling her tight cunt muscles squeeze and relax on my shaft and watching her nice round ass bobbing up and down, side to side on my lap. I reached forward and grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart to watch my cock sliding around inside her cunt and see her asshole clench and unclench with her pussy gripping. The gripping felt like a hand jerking me, and her with pussy lips sliding up and down my cock almost felt as good as her mouth did and after 10 minutes or so I felt by balls tightening.

"Fuck me harder!" I said hoarsely and she sat down hard on my cock, driving it deep into her pussy while leaning back slightly and grinding my deeply back and forth while reaching down with one hard to gently stroke and pull on my balls. I sat up and reached around with one arm to grab her tits and up to mouth with the other hand. She immediately took my middle and index finger into her mouth with as much passion and urgency as she did my cock earlier, wetly licking and sucking them, holding my hand with her free one, rubing it like a cock shaft.

My cum came after a torturously long delicious build up, my hand holding her tits squeezing hard, my fingers in her mouth pushing back to her throat and my hips driving my cock as deep as I could get it into her hot tight fuck hole. She whimpered a little scream in surprise (and I think delight) as my body tensed and completely possessed Lucia. My entire being tried to enter into Lucia and fill her with my filthy lust and primal animal need. Her body was mine in that moment, solely for the prupose of slacking my physical desires, and I shouted out a roar of triumph as the long build towards climax finally broke in a way of relief and sheer pleasure.

After coming to my senses, I realized I may have crossed a line and sheepishly let go and removed my fingers from her mouth. She drew a ragged breath and coughed a little and lay aginast my chest for a moment and then slowly stood up and away, letting my spent cock slide out with a little splat against my stomach. She turned around slowly, and looked at me in the eye and let a wide smile spread across her face.

"Well, someone went a little cum crazy there!" she laughed and sank down beside me and leaned in for a long kiss.

"I didn't hurt you or anything did I?" I asked hurriedly.

"Not at all hun!" She replied. "That was as good for me as it was for you!"

I laughed and said I doubted it, and we argued a bit as to who had the biggest orgasm. All too quickly she excused herself to clean up in the bathroom and regrettably emerged a few minutes later reclothed and headed for the door. I handed her an envelope I had prepared in advance, and walked with her to the door.

"I almost forgot about this!" She laughed. "I almost feel bad taking it I had such a good time!"

"Oh you deserve it!" I insisted and leaned in greedily for one last kiss. "Are you going to do any more escorting?"

"Depends on the customers who call me!" She replied with a wink, and with one last hug slipped out the door....



Lucia the Teacher



Paul was just 18, and desperately in need of the job as a teacher's assistant for summer school in his small town. The town was so small in fact, that if he didn't get the position, he had no idea how he was going to make enough to attend university in the spring. On top of that, his guidance counsellor the previous year told him that if he wanted to get into education, he would need to get some teaching-related experience to put on his applications. Paul really needed this job. He sat nervously at the desk in the office, looking at the floor.

Sitting across from him was Lucia Barducci, the Italian-born teacher who was offering the job for the summer. He glanced up as she reviewed his paper application, and couldn't help but notice her enormous chest, unconcealed by her fitted suit. She pursed her lips as she read, an unconscious movement that highlighted the incredible fullness of her lips, which always seemed to glisten with lip gloss. Paul swallowed hard and looked back at the ground, not wanting her to catch him leering. When he looked up again, he was startled to find her eyes locked on his, gazing at him with a surprising intensity. For a moment, she said nothing, seemingly just taking him in, staring into his soul.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke. "You are to apply for a teaching degree, yes?" she asked, the accent of her home country unmistakable.

"I would like to." Paul stammered. "But I really need to experience to make my application for attractive."

"So I can see." She said, pursing her lips again. "You do not have usual qualifications for this job."

Paul blushed, trying desperately to keep his voice from wavering as he answered. "Not yet, but I'm a very fast learner and a hard worker!"

The corner's of Ms Barducci's mouth turned up slightly in a smirk, but only for a moment. "We will see about that." she replied.

Paul blushed even redder, unsure what to make of her comment. Was that innuendo, he wondered, or was his mistaking her meaning entirely.

"I will put you on a trail period." Ms Barducci finally said, to Paul's relief. "Summer school does not start for 3 weeks. You will come in and work for me next week, and if you do well, I will keep you on. This works for you?" She asked in a tone of finality.

"Yes. Thank you! You won't regret it!" Paul exclaimed. He was so excited that he almost didn't catch the lustful look in Ms Barducci's eye as she watched his excitement, pursing her lips her again.





Lucia wasn't Interested in a Movie



I was out at a party a couple of weeks ago with a bunch of close friends. I knew almost everybody there, including this incredibly sexy girl named Lucia from Brazil. She's everything that you would imagine her to be: beautiful, olive skin, toned legs, great ass, and hips that could move like nothing you've ever seen.

We flirted for most of the night, danced quite a bit (she drove me absolutely crazy!... she's soooo sexy when she dances), and overall just had a great time.

After most everybody had left, there were still 7 or 8 of us that were planning on staying the night. We weren't ready to sleep yet, so we all crashed in the living room. 

I changed into a pair of comfortable soccer shorts and I found a spot on the couch. My heart skipped a beat when she slid in next to me. Lucia had changed into a pair of short, cotton shorts that barely covered her ass and exposed her long, tan, and beautifully toned legs. If that wasn't enough she was wearing a tank top with no bra underneath. She was a total sex bomb.

She smiled at me and offered to share the blanket that she had brought with her and I gladly accepted it... I could only hold back my impending hard-on for so much longer. The movie started and everybody settled in. Lucia snuggled up close to me. He soft, warm body felt great pressed up against me. My arm moved up around her and I held her close. I was REALLY enjoying this.

Just 15 minutes into the movie, things started to heat up. The blanket shielding us from the other people in the room, her hand wandered down to my thigh, feeling my leg through my shorts. My hands didn't stay put either. Starting on her hip, my hand slid across her torso and underneath her shirt. She squirmed when my hand gently cupped her breast and my fingers slowly started circling and playing with her nipples. I glanced around the room, nobody seemed to notice anything was going on. It was hot... thinking that they might notice and watch us.

Lucia's hand eventually brushed against my cock (rock hard at this point). She gasped and stopped for a second. She pulled her hand away. I was nervous. Maybe she felt like we had gone too far. Lucia pulled put her hand on top of mine and pulled it away from her breast. "That's it... we're done" I thought to myself. 

She didn't do what I expected though. She left my hand on her stomach and started pulling her shorts off. I couldn't believe it. She played it off like she was just positioning herself, but her shorts were off in a matter of seconds. She brought her hand back up to mine and led it down between her legs. My fingers met her shaved, hot, wet pussy. As I started to rub her clit and occasionally slip a finger into her pussy folds, her hand went back to my cock. She effortlessly pulled my cock out from my shorts. Her hand started to stroke and massage my cock.

I was in heaven. People all around us, my fingers were working slowly working Lucia up to an orgasm, and my cock had the fingers of this Brazilian goddess wrapped around it.

Before long, I felt her start to tense up. She drew a breath in, wanting to moan in pleasure, but she suppressed it. The tension was pushing her to higher and higher levels. Lucia's hand left my cock and went back to mine. I continued to rub her clit as her own fingers dove into her pussy. She came hard. I don't know how she did it, but she suppressed basically all sound. Wasting no time, she brought her hand, covered in her own sex, back to my cock. That did it for me. I whispered to her that I was going to cum. Without any response, I felt a silky material envelope my cock... her panties. I came, spurting 5 or 6 times. She caught every drop of my seed. I relaxed and took in the unbelievable experience. She slipped her shorts back on and we both fell asleep, her head on my chest. 

The next morning, talk was all about the party the night before. There were a few comments on how great the movie was, but no suggestion that anybody had noticed. I couldn't believe that we had pulled it off.

Lucia and I both got ready to go. Just as she was about to leave with a few her girlfriends, she gave me a hug goodbye. Our hands met and she pushed something into mine. "For you... I'll be seeing you later." Her panties from the night before. I could only smile... I was looking forward to whenever "later" was...