Phil did not need asking twice as he relaxed in his chair, allowing his head to roll back and closing his eyes. Lucy freed his cock and immediately engulfed it in her mouth. Its hotness astounded her as the head brushed past her lips and pushed towards the back of her throat. Slightly thicker than Harry's, it was the perfect size for Lucy and her breathing quickened as she imagined him fucking her pussy or ass.
She began to suck gently but eagerly, working about three inches of his shaft into her mouth and running her tongue around it, gratefully swallowing the sweet stickiness which already coated the skin. Precum was leaking in a constant stream from the head of his cock and she could tell from his laboured breaths and the tightening of his loins that he was close to shooting in her mouth. She imagined the thick fluid flowing into her throat and began to fuck the shaft in and out of her mouth, pushing Phil further into his arousal. His jaw was clenched, he grasped the chair, desperately trying not to come, trying to prolong this pleasure as long as possible.
"Now for the clincher," Lucy thought. She would have smiled at the treat that Phil was about to experience had her mouth not been so full of his cock. Slowly, achingly, she began to slide her lips down the length of his shaft, all the while making sure that he could feel her rough tongue spread and pressed tightly against the sensitive underside. When she had engulfed about three quarters (it had taken her months to learn how to relax her throat) and could feel his balls pulling up towards his body and his hips beginning to thrust she suddenly removed all contact. His cock was still inside her mouth but she was not touching him.
Phil growled at being denied when he was so close. He could feel her warm breath flowing into his groin, driving him wild with frustration. And then, ever so slowly, Lucy began to pull her head back, drawing a moan from her captive, until his cock stood free and bouncing once again.
"Ready?" she whispered, looking up into his eyes and licking her lips. Phil just looked back at her pleadingly, not knowing what she meant. She kept looking up at him as she pressed her lips onto the purple head of his shaft, softly tonguing the opening. Finally, she once again began the agonisingly slow descent. This was Lucy's favourite trick and it had never failed to give instant incredible orgasms. She reached half way point an agonising minute later, all the while brushing her tongue along the underside of his cock, staring into his eyes.
Phil could feel the incredible tightness in his groin, and in his desperation for release it was all he could do to stop himself pushing all the way into her throat. Lucy's lips pushing past halfway sent him over the edge and he began to come hard. She quickly pushed the last inches of cock into her throat as she felt it jerking and grasped his buttocks to ensure that the thrusting of his hips did not pull it out. The waves of pleasure spread outwards from the base of his shaft as Phil started to empty his come into Lucy's throat, putting his hands on the back of her head to hold himself deep inside her. Four heavy shots of come erupted from his buried shaft, each followed by Lucy swallowing. This sensation heightened his pleasure and he held her there for several minutes, locked onto her gaze, as he emptied more come than he had ever shot before into her eager mouth.
Lucy slowly pulled her mouth back from the impaling member, leaving several sticky ropes trailing from her lips. She had not really tasted the come, as it had all gone straight into her throat and been swallowed, so she gathered the come from round her mouth with her fingers, and licked the shaft clean carefully and thoroughly in order to savour the sweet musky taste.
Sighing as she licked her lips one last time, she stood up and went to retrieve her fallen dress. She turned to Phil and lowered her eyelashes.
"Same time tomorrow?" she said with a wicked smile. Then she turned and was gone.
That night Lucy locked the door and pleasured herself over and over at the thought of what she had done and what was to come. She thought about Phil's eyes burning into her as she came around Harry's cock. When she was finally satisfied, she slept, and awoke feeling refreshed and horny in anticipation.
Dressed now for the role in a short denim skirt and black halter-neck, she virtually ran to Clandestine Street. Phil was waiting in the shop when she got there and he smiled as she entered.
"Ready to go?"
"Mm-hm. What am I going to be doing?" she asked, barely able to keep her voice steady. She was already wet from imagining her duties, and couldn't wait to get started.
"I'll show you."
Lucy looked up at him, gnawing slightly on her lower lip, and nodded eagerly. She was lead through the shop again, past the auditorium, past the office, to a door on the right of a corridor. There were two similar doors further down. Phil placed his hand on the door handle.
"Now, as you'll be aware, people are very fond of window shopping. Most shops use display cabinets in the windows to advertise their wares. We are no different. We want to put something in the window that will make people want to buy what we are selling. And what are we selling, Lucy?"
"Sex..." she breathed after a brief pause, as it finally dawned on her what she was to do.
"Exactly," Phil replied, as he pushed down on the handle and swung the door inwards. Lucy grinned in delight at what she saw.
The door led to a booth of about twelve feet by twelve, with a black cushioned floor and soft lighting. The walls surrounding the booth were all mirrored, and the front was a large plate glass window to the street.
"We want to get people in the state of mind where they will want to come in to the shop, or watch a show. This is your task, at least for today. I'll send your partners in as and when. You can do whatever you like with them, and rest in the dressing room in between partners," he gestured to a door on the other side of the corridor.
Lucy raised an eyebrow. "So, you want me to fuck people in the window?" she said, her breathing slightly heavy now at the thought. "Why didn't you just say so?" She was already reaching for the knot which held her halter-neck up.
Phil smiled and shrugged, then walked past her back towards the shop. She caught his scent and the warmth of his body as he passed, and wished that she could simply tear his clothes off and ride him there in the corridor.
"Call if you need anything," he offered over his shoulder as he turned the corner......
The changing room was well kept, clean and plush. There was a shower, a dressing table and a bed. Lucy quickly stripped off and threw her clothes on the bed. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and admired her body. Her skin was soft and flushed. She cupped her breasts and ran her nails gently over the nipples. This elicited a small growl of arousal from her throat. She was too horny to wait.
Reaching down between her legs, Lucy slipped a finger into her slick pussy lips and began to rub her clit fast. She figured she had time for at least one orgasm before the start. She watched herself in the mirror as her hand moved quickly, feeling her pussy clench in time. The orgasm was already building, her breath coming in moans and gasps. She rubbed furiously on her clit, feeling that she was close.
There was a knock on the door, followed swiftly by it being opened, just as she pushed herself over the edge and started coming. Harry stepped in, already naked and semi-hard. Lucy looked up into his face and moaned as her fingers spread pleasure from her pussy up through her body. She was too far gone to stop. Her legs shook as she worked her orgasm to the end, giving a final squeak as she rounded off, turning to the man in her room so that he could clearly see her fingers finishing her. Pursing her lips, she drew her fingers out and, taking a step forward, put them to Harry's lips. She was amazed at how accepting he was of the whole scenario as he took her middle finger gently into his mouth and sucked the sweet stickiness from it. His teeth grazed her as he pulled away, still looking into her eyes, drawing a fresh wave of juice from her pussy. He worked her other fingers the same way, taking his time, the sounds of his mouth filling the room. By the time he was finished Lucy was aching to fuck him.
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