He doesn't even make it there.

Lloyd did his best to nonchalantly walked into the building without drawing attention to his raging hard-on. He was sure that everyone saw what happened on the sidewalk with Officer Fuckmeat but no one said anything or pointed or threw anything or even looked at him. Was this part of his new luck, too?

He stopped and leaned his shoulder on a wall down a blank looking hallway. Pulling out his Lucky Stone, he asked himself if this was the kind of fortune he was in for now? Was his life going to just be a never-ending parade of scantily-clad horny women who just threw themselves at him? His cock twitched a little at the thought.

But then he laughed and shook his head. C'mon, that's so crazy to just assume! One incident does not establish a pattern. And was he lucky because a walking wet dream of a cop let him grope her or because he's got a permanent ride to school that can never get pulled over? Lloyd just happened to get the super horny exhibitionist, that's all.

Taking a breath, Lloyd returned the stone to his pocket, straightened his shoulders, and took his first confident steps to his 9:00 am Psychology class.

Suddenly, a mass of bright red hair came around the corner and knocked him to the ground. Papers scattered everywhere as the owner of the red hair fell with him, her hand flying out to find something to break her fall and accidently pulling his pants and underwear down just enough for his cock to stand at attention in her face.

"Oh. Uh." she stammered, staring fully at his pulsing member. Lloyd was immediately struck by her appearance; wavy red locks cascading down her shoulders and over one eye, thick pillowy lips, an impractically tight sleeveless sweater attempting to hold in two thick milkers, a pencil skirt wrapped around a plump ass that was clearly the result of hard work, and a pair of high heels that only served to make that ass all the more fuckable.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her and attempted to lift herself up. "Sorry, I'm -" Her hand landed on a sheet of paper and she slipped, her open mouth landed directly on Lloyd's cock. By some stroke of luck (Lloyd thinks he knew where from), none of her teeth so much as grazed his head or shaft. His eyes widened at the warm, wet sensation of her mouth, one he he'd never experienced before. Well, almost, when he brought his one girlfriend home but of course Chuck was in his room and HOLY FUCK IS SHE STARTING TO SUCK IT?

Sort of. She was trying to pick herself up again and the natural suction was making him feel amazing. But, right on cue, she slipped again, planting her face right in his pubes. She took the whole thing like a fucking champion, she must not have a gag reflex. What luck, huh?

Lloyd could barely even think from the pleasure he was getting and she just kept slipping. Over. And over. And over. And over again. Several minutes past before Lloyd realized he was going to explode. Maybe she deserved a warning. "Hey, uh -"

And with one last plunge on his dick, he came. So fucking hard. He was pouring what felt like buckets in the redhead's mouth. And when it was getting obvious that it was about to overflow, what did she do? She started swallowing.

Minutes went by as Lloyd kept cumming and she kept drinking. Literally minutes, there was a clock on the wall and he checked. Once he was finally spent, she finally slid her lips off of his softening cock, took a finally swallow and then a deep breath.

Lloyd sat there for a moment just looking at her. And then she made eye contact and he fumbled around to get his pants back on. "God, hey, listen, I am SO sorry, I tried to give you a warning about the, uh, stuff, but then you went all the way down and - OH, not that I'm blaming you for what happened but I'm just trying to give some, y'know, context for the...uh..."