Juicy Lucy Ch’s 1, 2 and 3 - Sex Stories

Juicy Lucy Ch’s 1, 2 and 3

... trying to convey her hatred of him but he outstared her and she gave in, undoing her shirt and lifting her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free.

“Superb,” he said, “now the panties, take them off.”

She hooked her thumbs in the waistband, raised her bottom off the seat then slipped them down her legs and off. He held out his hand for them, took them from her then pressed the crotch to his face, inhaling the scent of her cunt.

“I find the scent of your cunt intoxicating,” he smiled, “you have no idea how much self control l am employing, l would love to take out my penis and masturbate, covering your face and tits with my spunk. Put two fingers in your cunt.”

“Oh god,” she sighed as she did as she was told.

“Deeper,” he said, “all the way……now take them out and put them in your mouth.”

“Please,” she begged.

“Do it,” he ordered.

She did as he ordered.

“Good,” he smirked, “now back in your cunt and masturbate until you cum but keep the noise down.”

She placed her hand over her cunt and began massaging her clit. Immediately she felt a shock wave travel through her body, try as she might she couldn’t stop her body reacting. She cried tears of shame as she frigged herself harder, feeling her orgasm building. She reached the point of no return, she had to finish it. She threw her legs wider and frigged herself hard. He breathing shortened, her back arched and she came, shooting a fountain of cunt juice towards him.

She slumped back in the chair, ...

... totally spent.

He calmly walked over to her, reached down and grabbed her breast, squeezing it hard.

“Don’t forget,” he said, “my office tomorrow at seven thirty prompt, properly dressed. If you are one second late you will be punished severely.”

He walked calmly out of the room.

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The day dawned and Lucy couldn’t face going to lessons. When one of her friends looked in she told her she didn’t feel well and would spend the day in bed.

She needed time to come to terms with the situation she was in. She didn’t blame herself, yes she was responsible for what she’d written in the red book. It was what was in the yellow book and the photos that troubled her most and if it wasn’t for her step mother none of that would have happened.

Lucy’s mother died when she was six so for ten years it was just her and her father, then he came home one day with a very exotic looking woman much younger than himself. He introduced her as Shira, saying that he had known her for a while and that she would be moving in.

Lucy had no objection, although she had little to do with Shira she admitted that she was very beautiful and made her father happy. Lucy had no problem that Shira was Indian apart from the tuneless cacophony that she continually played on the radio which she said was Indian music.

When she moved in, she came with a large tan coloured Great Dane that apparently she had raised from a pup. His name was Jasper and he obviously worshipped Shira.

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