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Erotica Story: Lucky's Seduction
4 Jan 2024 at 10:55AM
Angela:
Mr. Lucky was a young and ambitious gangster. He had always been captivated by the raw and dangerous world of the criminal underworld. As he carved his path to notoriety, he found himself irresistibly drawn to me as a stunning and alluring prostitute with a tantalizing combination of confidence and vulnerability.
Our first encounter was truly touching. The dimly lit room was filled with the heady scent of desire as our eyes locked, silently conveying our shared hunger. Without restraint, Mr. Lucky boldly complimented my voluptuous breasts, unable to resist my mesmerizing allure.
With his hungry gaze, he gently reached out and cupped my breasts, feeling the weight and softness in his hands. The heat between us intensified as his thumb and forefinger circled my erect nipples, teasing and stimulating my senses. He revelled in the silky texture of my skin, the delicate contours of my arcola, and the sweet anticipation throbbing between us.
Our lusts sparked a dance of passion as Mr. Lucky leaned down, his lips brushing against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He trailed kisses along my collarbone, his tongue flicking lightly along my carlobe, building a symphony of pleasure. Each touch was intended to ignite the fire within me.
As the air crackled with anticipation, Mr. Lucky skillfully alternated between caressing my breasts and exploring my erogenous zones, leaving my craving for more. His fingers danced along the curves of my breasts, seamlessly transitioning to explore the depths of my desires.
With every gentle stroke and loving touch, he pulled my nipples to their perfect peak. His lips moved from my neck to my breasts, lavishing my sensitive flesh with kisses and licks, sending waves of pleasure through my body. His mouth closed around my nipple, suckling it tenderly, drawing out my moans of pleasure.
But our passionate encounter was interrupted by the sudden entrance of my pimp, sinister and dominant figure in the criminal underworld. A fight ensued as Mr. Lucky valiantly stood up to protect me. His fists flew, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, as he fought to save me who had captured his heart.
With skill and determination, Mr. Lucky emerged victorious, overpowering the pimp and securing my freedom. The room was filled with the sounds of struggle and triumph as we were finally able to embrace without fear.
This encounter had only intensified our desires for each other. The taste of victory lingered on our lips as we hungrily explored each other's bodies, fueled by the adrenaline and the electric connection between us. Mr. Lucky's arousal was undeniable, and he reached for the little blue pill called Max to ensure his performance matched the intensity of our passions without fear.
Mr. Lucky:
I knew I had to convince Angela that it was my Rod and Steel that she most wanted and needed. My unusual curvature and length was the usual answer to the unknown voyages, but in this situation, I knew my charm and wit would be the key to her heart, and a chance at a more enduring romance. So yes, I cupped her breast, and made a move to tenderize her nipples with my tongue. But too I quoted love poetry and sang a love song about my desire to light womanly fire. She swayed to the lyrics while my hand and fingered danced throughout her vagina; her hips raised high and breasts flowing left to right in rhythm to her dance. And my tongue slid to scale every trail leading to her trance, from her mouth to ger neck, titty and pussy as my cock began to harden only to her hand and inner thigh. I knew that she was mine, but I was sure to leave a Lucky stamp of approval on her as I slid him into her, and dropped two blue pills down her throat as well waiting for that tightness to confirm.
Angela:
Mr. Lucky took a step back, admiring my flushed cheeks and swollen lips. "These will make our night even more unforgettable," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. My eyes widened in surprise. Then, with a devilish smile, Mr. Lucky pushed me against the wall, placed his lips in a passionate kiss on mine. I responded eagerly, my hands tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
As we continued our heated embrace, Mr. Lucky could feel my arousal growing. My body was ready for his full extension, and he was more than happy to oblige. He guided me to my bed, and with a flick of his wrist, the room was bathed in soft candlelight.
The scent of vanilla and musk filled the air as we undressed, our eyes never left each other. Mr. Lucky couldn't wait any longer, his fingers trailed down my body until they reached my core. I was already dripping with desire, and he couldn't resist tasting me.
Mr. Lucky lowered his head, his tongue teasing my sensitive clit, causing me to moan in pleasure. He could feel my body trembling beneath him as he continued to lick and suck on me, driving me wild with need. But he wasn't finished yet.
Mr. Lucky positioned himself between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he entered me slowly. I was tight and wet, the perfect combination for a night of passionate lovemaking. My moans filled the room as he thrusted into me, hitting all the right spots and driving me closer to the edge.
But Mr. Lucky wanted to feel me ride him. His fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled me closer, my lips captured his once again in a heated kiss. I moved my hips in sync with his, riding him with greedy desire. He couldn't take it any longer, and with one final thrust, we both climaxed together in a wave of pleasure.
As we lay tangled in each other's arms, I whispered, "You truly are lucky, Mr. Lucky."
Mr. Lucky chuckled, knowing that he had indeed left his stamp of approval on me. And as we drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but think that luck had nothing to do with it. It was all about taking chances and seizing the moment.
© angela23
@Angelo
#erotica
Angela:
Mr. Lucky was a young and ambitious gangster. He had always been captivated by the raw and dangerous world of the criminal underworld. As he carved his path to notoriety, he found himself irresistibly drawn to me as a stunning and alluring prostitute with a tantalizing combination of confidence and vulnerability.
Our first encounter was truly touching. The dimly lit room was filled with the heady scent of desire as our eyes locked, silently conveying our shared hunger. Without restraint, Mr. Lucky boldly complimented my voluptuous breasts, unable to resist my mesmerizing allure.
With his hungry gaze, he gently reached out and cupped my breasts, feeling the weight and softness in his hands. The heat between us intensified as his thumb and forefinger circled my erect nipples, teasing and stimulating my senses. He revelled in the silky texture of my skin, the delicate contours of my arcola, and the sweet anticipation throbbing between us.
Our lusts sparked a dance of passion as Mr. Lucky leaned down, his lips brushing against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He trailed kisses along my collarbone, his tongue flicking lightly along my carlobe, building a symphony of pleasure. Each touch was intended to ignite the fire within me.
As the air crackled with anticipation, Mr. Lucky skillfully alternated between caressing my breasts and exploring my erogenous zones, leaving my craving for more. His fingers danced along the curves of my breasts, seamlessly transitioning to explore the depths of my desires.
With every gentle stroke and loving touch, he pulled my nipples to their perfect peak. His lips moved from my neck to my breasts, lavishing my sensitive flesh with kisses and licks, sending waves of pleasure through my body. His mouth closed around my nipple, suckling it tenderly, drawing out my moans of pleasure.
But our passionate encounter was interrupted by the sudden entrance of my pimp, sinister and dominant figure in the criminal underworld. A fight ensued as Mr. Lucky valiantly stood up to protect me. His fists flew, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, as he fought to save me who had captured his heart.
With skill and determination, Mr. Lucky emerged victorious, overpowering the pimp and securing my freedom. The room was filled with the sounds of struggle and triumph as we were finally able to embrace without fear.
This encounter had only intensified our desires for each other. The taste of victory lingered on our lips as we hungrily explored each other's bodies, fueled by the adrenaline and the electric connection between us. Mr. Lucky's arousal was undeniable, and he reached for the little blue pill called Max to ensure his performance matched the intensity of our passions without fear.
Mr. Lucky:
I knew I had to convince Angela that it was my Rod and Steel that she most wanted and needed. My unusual curvature and length was the usual answer to the unknown voyages, but in this situation, I knew my charm and wit would be the key to her heart, and a chance at a more enduring romance. So yes, I cupped her breast, and made a move to tenderize her nipples with my tongue. But too I quoted love poetry and sang a love song about my desire to light womanly fire. She swayed to the lyrics while my hand and fingered danced throughout her vagina; her hips raised high and breasts flowing left to right in rhythm to her dance. And my tongue slid to scale every trail leading to her trance, from her mouth to ger neck, titty and pussy as my cock began to harden only to her hand and inner thigh. I knew that she was mine, but I was sure to leave a Lucky stamp of approval on her as I slid him into her, and dropped two blue pills down her throat as well waiting for that tightness to confirm.
Angela:
Mr. Lucky took a step back, admiring my flushed cheeks and swollen lips. "These will make our night even more unforgettable," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. My eyes widened in surprise. Then, with a devilish smile, Mr. Lucky pushed me against the wall, placed his lips in a passionate kiss on mine. I responded eagerly, my hands tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
As we continued our heated embrace, Mr. Lucky could feel my arousal growing. My body was ready for his full extension, and he was more than happy to oblige. He guided me to my bed, and with a flick of his wrist, the room was bathed in soft candlelight.
The scent of vanilla and musk filled the air as we undressed, our eyes never left each other. Mr. Lucky couldn't wait any longer, his fingers trailed down my body until they reached my core. I was already dripping with desire, and he couldn't resist tasting me.
Mr. Lucky lowered his head, his tongue teasing my sensitive clit, causing me to moan in pleasure. He could feel my body trembling beneath him as he continued to lick and suck on me, driving me wild with need. But he wasn't finished yet.
Mr. Lucky positioned himself between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he entered me slowly. I was tight and wet, the perfect combination for a night of passionate lovemaking. My moans filled the room as he thrusted into me, hitting all the right spots and driving me closer to the edge.
But Mr. Lucky wanted to feel me ride him. His fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled me closer, my lips captured his once again in a heated kiss. I moved my hips in sync with his, riding him with greedy desire. He couldn't take it any longer, and with one final thrust, we both climaxed together in a wave of pleasure.
As we lay tangled in each other's arms, I whispered, "You truly are lucky, Mr. Lucky."
Mr. Lucky chuckled, knowing that he had indeed left his stamp of approval on me. And as we drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but think that luck had nothing to do with it. It was all about taking chances and seizing the moment.
© angela23
@Angelo
#erotica
