About LucyLoveIt

A fantasy/short story by Lucy Loveit. 

House of Poitier

Lucy had been drawn to House of Poitier since  her first visit. It wasn’t just the allure of the hidden world it  offered;  it was the sense of power she felt when she allowed herself to lose  control. By day, she was a respected business woman, her life carefully  constructed around discipline and precision. But in the sanctuary of  this private club, she was a different woman—wild,  uninhibited, free.

As she pushed open the heavy wooden door, a  sense of anticipation washed over her. The soft click of her heels  against the marble floor echoed in the quiet room as she entered. The  scent of jasmine and the heady musk of sex hung in the air,  the subtle sounds of whispered conversations and stifled moans  surrounding her.

Lucy’s heart raced, but it wasn’t from  nervousness—it was from excitement, from the delicious anticipation of  the pleasures that awaited her. Every inch of her body hummed with  energy, her senses heightened the moment she stepped inside. The  soft red glow of the lanterns cast long shadows, and she felt herself  drawn into the warmth of the room, the heat of the bodies already there,  waiting for her.

Her dress—a black silk cheongsam—hugged  every curve of her body, the slit along her thigh revealing just enough  to tease. She knew the effect she had on them. She could feel their eyes  on her, the way the men in the room watched her every movement.  Their gazes were hungry, filled with desire, and Lucy reveled in it.

It was all part of the game. They were  drawn to her, but she was in control. She would decide who would touch  her, who would have her. And tonight, the possibilities felt endless.

She scanned the room, letting her eyes settle on the familiar faces, feeling a slow smile tug at the corners of her lips. Liam—a  tall, muscular well hung man who had always been more than willing to  fulfill her deepest fantasies. His dark eyes locked with hers, and she  could see the desire simmering there. Beside him was Scott ,  a younger man with sharp features and an air of quiet intensity. He  watched her with a mixture of awe and impatience, his cock already rock  hard and dripping with pre-cum as he slowly wanked his thick throbbing  shaft, clearly eager to see if he would be chosen  tonight.

But then, her gaze shifted. She spotted Daniel—a  handsome black man with a chiseled body and huge manhood she had only  seen a few times before but never had the pleasure but tonight she knew  he was hers for the taking. He sat alone, his legs spread wide so proud  of his physic and huge cock. His eyes dark with unspoken desires. She  could feel the raw energy emanating from him,  and her pulse quickened. There was something about him that intrigued  her, something dangerous and thrilling.

Focus, Lucy, she thought, taking a deep breath. She wasn’t here to get lost in fantasies. She was here to claim her pleasure.

Without a word, she made her way toward  the center of the room, her movements deliberate, every step a  calculated tease. As she passed, a hand slid along her waist, warm and  firm. She didn’t need to look to know who it was. It was Liam,  his presence familiar and comforting in its own way. He was always  gentle, but she could tell from the way his fingers curled around her  that he was hungry for her, just as she was for him.

Another hand brushed along her hip,  sending a ripple of electricity through her. Lucy didn’t resist. She  welcomed the contact, the connection, the mounting tension. She let  herself be consumed by the sensations as her body responded without  hesitation, as if it knew exactly what to do. She was already burning,  already craving.

Scott was the first to enter her mouth ,  his cock pressing urgently against her throat . He tasted salty as  pre-cum dripped from his manhood like the promise of more. His thrusts  were  deep, exploring,  and Lucy let herself melt into it, her body softening as he took  control. His hands moved behind her head, pulling her closer, and she  responded in kind, her own fingers tracing the hard line of his shaft  whist his balls tightened.

A second set of hands found her waist, it  was Liam pulling her tightly towards his manhood. She could feel the  heat of his body behind her, his cock grazing the sensitive lips of her  pussy, sending shivers down her spine. He slipped gently  inside her inch by inch sending a shiver and thrill through her body.

“You little slut Lucy,” he whispered, his words made her so wet with anticipation of things to come. 

She moaned softly, her breath catching as the tension within her grew, his thrusts became harder and faster tighter. This is what I need,  she thought. This is where I belong. Her body knew its purpose here—to be taken, to be devoured, to be used until there was nothing left  but the raw, unfiltered need.

The moment was breaking over her like a  wave, and she felt herself helpless to stop it. Lucy was no longer just a  woman in control—she was a vessel of desire, an instrument of pleasure.  She wanted them all, wanted to feel their hands on her  skin, their lips on her body. She wanted to be completely consumed, to  give herself fully and completely to the fire.

Scott’s thrusts to her mouth became faster  , his fingers entwined in her long black hair . She let out moan as she  gagged on his cock , her  lips wrapped firmly around his shaft as he let out a huge  moan and unloaded into her mouth and over her face dripping down her chin onto her perfect breasts. 

But before she could fully recover, another took his place , it was Daniel,  his manhood now at full attention “my god”  she thought as she grabbed his cock with both hands he thrusted his  huge cock into her mouth sending tingles of pleasure rippling through  her. He wasn’t gentle, fucking her face like the little cum-slut she  was, he was taking what he wanted, and Lucy found  herself drawn to that, to the rawness in his thrusts. A moan escaped  her lips as his deep and urgent thrusts had her gagging again. 

Her mind spinning, her body dizzy with the  sensations. Every inch of her skin burned, every breath was shallow,  every touch a spark that set her on fire.

She could feel the tension building,  growing thicker with each passing second. Every hand that touched her,  every thrust of Liam cock deep inside her pussy seemed to fuel the fire  that was consuming her from the inside out. She needed them,  needed this release, needed to give herself over to the intensity of it  all.

Finally, the moment broke. Lucy’s body shuddered as the pleasure of Liam’s cock slammed into her,  he let out a moan as wave after wave of cum emptied into her. She was breathless and trembling. Her  senses were overwhelmed, her mind utterly blank as she collapsed in shear ecstasy.

Daniel then took his place, he didn’t need  to be gentle even though his cock was huge as Liam’s cum lubricated her  soaking wet dripping pussy. Each thrust went deeper and harder than the  one before he stretched her, such a wide girth she thought  she could never take it all. 

Suddenly with a huge moan Daniel pulled  out and splattered his creamy white cum all over her pussy, load after  load splashing out of his beautiful black cock. She shuddered again with  a wave of ecstasy overrunning her once again. 

In the aftermath, Lucy felt a strange  sense of peace. The tension, the craving, had been satisfied, and for  the first time that week, she felt herself truly unwind. Her body was  alive with the aftershocks of pleasure, but her mind was calm,  almost serene. She knew that in House of Poitier, she had truly found herself—not in the controlled, polished world of business—but in  the wild, untamed rhythm of desire.

By the next morning, she would return to her world. But tonight, she was free. Tonight, Lucy was exactly who she wanted to be.

Please note this is fiction and not an actual event.