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(She's a Whore, continued...)
“Like what?” you ask eagerly.
“Well…” Lucy pauses for a second to think. “How about a handjob?”
“Oh God, yes please!” you groan, jumping at the chance of getting something — anything — from Lucy.
“Okay, strip off and lie back on the bed,” she says, all business-like now.
You quickly get out of your clothes and assume the position, your stiff cock pointing up towards your navel. Lucy sits on the bed beside you and starts tracing her fingernails over your stomach.
“Are you getting undressed too?” you ask hopefully.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” she smiles.
“You don’t want to get anything on your dress,” you point out helpfully.
She considers for a moment. “I suppose you’ve got a point there.”
Lucy stands up and peels her tight red dress up and over her head. You ogle her beautiful body, clad in sheer black bra and panties, stockings, suspenders and heels. She obligingly twirls for you so you can check out her ass, then plonks it down beside you on the bed again.
“You don’t want to get anything on your bra…”
She makes a face. “Nice try. I think I’ll risk it.”
Her underwear is sheer enough that she’s almost showing you everything anyway. You smile happily as you stare at her cleavage, her tits pressed together and upward by her bra. You can clearly make out the size of her areolae and the perky nubs of her nipples.
Lucy spits into her palm. “Can’t be bothered getting the lube,” she explains as she wraps her hand around your shaft and starts stroking up and down. You shudder. Her saliva is a perfectly acceptable lubricant.
“That feels great,” you sigh. She’s clearly had some practice beating guys off. Slippery with spit and pre-cum, her hand gently pumps along your length, occasionally polishing your knob, while she caresses your balls and tickles your perineum with the other.
The jerking action is causing her tits to jiggle. “Take off your bra,” you plead again.
“No, not for you!” she smiles back, increasing the speed of her stroking.
“How about your pants then?” you beg.
She laughs. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? To see what’s in my panties?” Without breaking her rhythm Lucy leans down and spits on your cock.
“Oh yeah,” you groan. Lucy’s masterful stroking is bringing you closer and closer to the brink.
“I bet you’ve dreamed of seeing my pussy, haven’t you? Touching it, fingering it?”
“Oh yeah Lucy. Please, show me your pussy!”
“Licking it? Would you lick my pussy for me?”
“Yeah, let me do that for you.” You’re starting to feel light-headed. Lucy is now pumping your rod at a frantic pace. A dribble of pre-cum has run over her hand and down her wrist.
“But then you’d want to stick this big cock into it, wouldn’t you? I’d have to let you fuck me, wouldn’t I?”
You shudder and tense up, ready to blow. “Yes…”
“You’ve got a nice cock. I’m starting to think I should’ve let you fuck me after all!”
Your body twists as you cum, taking Lucy by surprise. She cops the full brunt of the first blast of gooey semen right between her tits. She’s able to redirect the subsequent squirts away from her, continuing to jerk you as you ejaculate into the air and cum rains down over your chest and stomach. Then the post-orgasm sensitivity kicks in and you quiver as her sticky, slippery hand milks out the last drops.
Lucy looks down at the hot mess dribbling into her cleavage and the thick white globs that are soaking into her bra. “Hmmf, it looks like you were right. I should’ve taken this off.”
“Perhaps you’ll listen to me next time,” you gasp.
“Next time?” she asks, then smiles. “Okay, next time. Next time I’ll do whatever you say…”
The End
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