MR. LUTCH'S POV:
As I closed my door and sat down to eat lunch alone, I heard a small tapping on the door.
"come in!" I shouted, only to be met with silence. "Goddamnit," I murmured as I walked to the door to allow the person in.
"Hello, Mr. Lutch," Mr. Peaches greeted me as soon as I opened the door. I was shocked because we'd never talked before, yet intrigued by his amazing calfs and glorious beard.
"Hello, Mr. Peaches," I said warmly, and opened the door for him to step in.
"How can I help you today?" I asked nonchalantly, and he gave me a mischievous grin.
"Oh, well we've just never talked, and I wanted to introduce myself," he said, and I shuddered at his sexy, southern draw.
"Oh?" I said simply, and he nodded. I sat at my desk, and he pulled up a chair to sit across from me. It was only then that I noticed he brought lunch.
"Ahh, the wife packed me tuna fish today. You?" He asked, nodding his head in the direction of my lunch bag.
"Oh, it's a chicken-salad sandwich," I said, my eyes not leaving his. Suddenly, he knocked his drink onto me on accident. I stood up, appalled.
"Oh let me get that for you!" He said, and wiped the napkins against my shirt. It wasn't doing anything though, so I just unbuttoned it. I slid my arms out once I had unbuttoned it completely.
"Woah, how defined," he said, and began to trace my abs with his finger tips. (I feel SOOOO uncomfortable right now. Do you?! Cause we all know who this is ACTUALLY about!)
"Eh, I work out." I said, and puffed out my chest a bit. His hands worked their way to my v-line, and a shudder went down my spine. He walked, staring at my chest the whole time, over to my side of the desk.
"Do you mind if I just-" he suddenly licked my abs, and started tracing my defined body with his tongue. A moan accidentally escaped my lips, and he began to fiddle with my belt. Within seconds, he was on his knees and my pants were around my ankles.
"Hey, bug Daddy." He said, whilst grabbing my cock through my boxers.
(I MEANT TO WRITE BIG BUT OH WELL)
I smirked, he made me feel so warm inside. His fingertips were magical, and I squirmed under his delicate touch. He pulled down my boxers painfully slowly, and I moaned at the pressure.
He began to stroke me, and then suddenly took my whole shaft in his mouth. I grabbed the desk for support, and I felt his warm tongue circle the head. My erection hit the back of his throat, but he didn't gag. So, I took the initiative to thrust more of myself into him.
"Do you like my mustache hairs brushing your thighs, princess?" He asked, and I felt my cheeks heat up, but I nodded. Suddenly, the door opened, and he jumped under my desk.
He continued to suck me off, and I gripped the edges of the desk to keep from screaming.
"Oh, Mrs. Carlos." I said through clenched teeth, and she smiled.
"Hi, do you want me to eat lunch with you. I know how hard it can be with a bunch of ladies at work," she giggled. Oh, something's hard Mrs. Carlos, something's hard.
"Actually, I was just grading some papers, so I'm fine." I said, and she gave me one more sympathetic look before leaving. Suddenly, I felt myself beginning to cum, and pulled out of his mouth to squirt my milky liquids onto his luscious mustache. He stood up, and I picked it all off of him. I pulled my shirt back on, coffee stain and all, and he left. We never told anyone, and we never did it again.
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Next chapter he will be with a woman!
