The Adventures Of Lucy And John: Office Frustration - Sex Stories

The Adventures Of Lucy And John: Office Frustration

... was ready to do murder to something. Car doors were slammed, keys found and then dropped in a tirade of profanity. The door unlocked and practically kicked aside in my haste to get in, but then I stopped dead.

Lucy was kneeling in the hallway in an attitude of prayer. Her knees were resting on a pillow, her head bowed, and her hands pressed together in front of her chest. She would have looked like a picture of demure innocence if not for the sexy nun outfit she had undoubtedly pulled from her extensive dressing-up box.

What made my blood boil even further was that this wasn’t a typical cheap sex shop slutty outfit that left little to the imagination. No, this was a collar-to-cuff to mid-thigh black skirt that concealed more than it showed. A white collar encircled her neck, and a white and black wimple covered her normally flowing honey-blond hair. No hint of her gorgeous body, tantalising glimpse of cleavage or flash of milky white thigh. She had fully covered herself and played the sweet and innocent character.

I slammed the door behind me and dropped my bags and jacket on the hallway floor. I began loosening my tie as she opened her mouth to speak.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been two days since my last confession....”

I had closed the distance and seized her by the hair before she finished the sentence, jerking her head back and forcing her to look in my eyes. Her piercing blue eyes had widened when I grabbed her but now twinkled as ...

... they met my lust-filled gaze.

“Forgive me, Father,” she whispered as I tore open my suit trousers and pulled out my rock-hard cock. It was in her mouth and hitting the back of her throat before she could say another word.

She choked on the first thrust but then relaxed her throat and tightened her lips around my shaft. Her hands unclasped and dug themselves into my butt, pulling me further into her mouth.

I held her there for a few seconds as she swallowed around my cock, massaging it with her throat. The urgent tapping on my arse was indication enough that she was close to her limit, but after everything that she had put me through today, I didn’t feel like being merciful. I tightened my grip on her hair and wimple and counted to five as she desperately fought to push me back.

When I finally released her, she fell back on her heels, coughing and spluttering up thick globs of saliva. But it didn’t take her long to compose herself, and reaching out, she took my cock in both hands and began stroking my rock-hard shaft in a gentle up and down and slightly twisting motion. With an evil grin, she leant forward again and, more gently this time, licked from the base of my shaft to the tip, swirled her tongue around the engorged head and sensitive underside before taking it in her warm mouth and sucking.

I groaned in pleasure as she masterfully worked me towards what promised to be an earth-shattering orgasm. I hastily pulled off my shirt and tie and waited for the ...