Who is the Real Luke Davis? - Sex Stories

Who is the Real Luke Davis?

... think so, but he couldn't be sure.

Shock was what Kyra had been hoping for, of course, without asking anything that would give away her secret, about Luke, his stories, and the way they affected her. "You said anything."

In his head, Luke pictured Kyra lying naked on the bed while he stood preparing to take her. "OK. If you must know, I was 30."

"Very funny."

"I was 20."

She could tell that was the truth. "Oooh. Why'd you wait so long? Who was the lucky girl?"

"Nice try, but one's all you get. Now go on. Get out of here." Luke stood, as if to indicate it was time for Kyra to leave.

Kyra hesitated, momentarily surprised by the unmistakable bulge in his pants. Then she looked into his eyes. "Aren't you going to ask me?"

"Ask you what?"

"A question. Any question you like."

"Uh..." Luke was speechless for a moment. The only question he could think of was the one his cock was asking. "I'm not sure. That's your business." He was flustered. Reality was intruding on his fantasy and he was struggling to keep up.

Kyra stood, then turned and moved toward the door. She looked back. "I was 18." She smiled mischievously, and then she was gone.

After Kyra left, Luke immediately went back to his office and turned on the laptop, which was sitting at his desk where it always was. He started quickly scrolling through the images to see if Kyra had used it. About two hours into the record he saw Kyra sit down. She had her hands on the mouse and appeared to be ...

... scrolling through something. Then she stopped scrolling and typed for a while, then scrolled, then typed again. It looked very much like a girl taking notes for school, or answering study questions or something like that. He saw Ethan enter the picture in the background, and then she got up and left. Luke scrolled forward again. About six and a half hours into the record, so that would make it around 9:00, he saw Kyra again.

This time her body language was changed. She seemed to be reading something on the screen. Her shoulders were more relaxed, but her eyes were more intense. Every now and then she stopped reading, closed her eyes, and appeared to breathe deeply. After one of these deep breaths, she leaned back in the chair, unzipped, and stuck her hand down the front of her pants. Luke couldn't see her crotch. The edge of the desk cut his view off at her wrist, but it looked very much like she was touching herself. Her wrist moved pretty quickly. Her eyes were mostly closed. She bit her lower lip. Her face showed the pleasure she was feeling.

Luke's dick was hard as he watched. He hadn't had any thought of spying on her like this, really he hadn't. He just wanted to see her face so he could see her reactions as she read. Never in a million years did he dream that she'd touch herself like this while she was reading! Maybe he should have considered the possibility, but he hadn't. And now he was masturbating with her, stroking himself to her rhythm as he watched, and ...