Marc, at home

“You’re late, Marc,” Felicity said as Marc entered his loft. She was lying on the bed up in the loft area, looking down over the main living space and towards the front door. Even from the entryway, Marc could see that the curvaceous blonde was wearing the new lingerie that he had set out for her that morning.

“I was unfortunately detained,” Marc said as he slipped off his shoes and entered the apartment proper, placing his keys in the little bowl and then his wallet next to it. Then, as he walked past the kitchen, he slipped the white envelope out from his inner jacket pocket and lifted it to show Felicity before he set it down on the kitchen island like he always did. “And I’m being literal about that. I spent the afternoon in a police station under interrogation.”

“Wait, really?” Felicity asked, sitting up on the bed in surprise. “Did they arrest you?”

“No, no,” Marc shook his head, heading for the stairs up to the loft area and his bedroom. As a bachelor, he prided himself on his sophisticated but relatively simple aesthetic when it came to his home. He wasn’t one to collect things so much as collect experiences, so even though his finances could afford a grander apartment, with the ridiculous cost of real estate in Toronto he found it unnecessary to throw away money on somewhere ‘fancier’ or more upper class, or with more space. “I was questioned for a while by two very attractive Detectives who seemed to think I was some sort of mob mastermind or something, though. It was somewhat flattering in a ridiculous kind of way.”

Marc had reached the top of the stairs and Felicity stood from the bed and came to him, taking his jacket and folding it neatly over the plush chair opposite the bed, then beginning to undo the buttons of his dress shirt as he worked on his cufflinks. Felicity was a beautiful woman in her late twenties with a face that radiated an innocent, youthful quality that belied the darker, more sensual parts of her. She wore a cute little gold ring in one nostril and a thin black choker he had given her with a silver pendant on the front. She was curvy, not some Instagram twig, with a full body that filled out every piece of lingerie she wore. That morning Marc had lain out the newest set he’d bought for her, a delicious sheer black bustier that clearly showed off her wonderfully big, natural tits and thick nipples, along with matching high-waisted silk briefs and thigh-high stockings.

“But you’re alright now, right?” Felicity asked. “I wouldn’t want you getting locked away. What would I do with myself?”

“I’d pay you to house sit for me, I would think,” Marc smirked a little. It was a little ridiculous to think that the best people to take care of his estate if he really was locked away would be a combination of his lawyer and his escort.

“You know, you’re still the only client who’s given me a key to their apartment,” Felicity said, finishing with the buttons and taking the shirt from Marc, folding it neatly along with the jacket, and then dropping to her knees in front of him. “Are we still going to dinner?”

“We should be able to make it in time,” Marc said.

Felicity reached up and undid his belt, pulling it out of the loops of his pants and then hooking it loosely around her neck before undoing his slacks and helping him out of them. His briefs went next, his semi-hard cock bobbing in front of her. Felicity looked up into Marc’s eyes as she pressed his uncut cock to her cheek, nuzzling it softly like it was a favourite pet. “Business, or your friends?” she asked.

“A mix,” Marc sighed, stroking Felicity’s blonde hair as she began kissing his cock awake, running her red lips up and down the shaft. “Jean will be there, and a prospective client and his wife.”

“Is Jean still dating that obnoxious slut?” Felicity asked.

“I think he might be,” Marc said. “But I trust you’ll behave.”

“Of course, dear,” Felicity said, putting on the airy voice she used when he brought her out as his date for any number of functions. “I would never embarrass you.”

“I know, ma petite fée,” Marc said. “And that’s why I trust you with a key to my home.”

She smiled to herself and started properly worshipping his cock. Felicity was, for better or worse, a cock hungry whore in the most literal sense. Marc had been seeing her regularly for almost three years now, and never once had she been anything except exactly what he wanted from a sexual partner.

It was just easier this way.

Felicity knew the power of her eyes in addition to her tricks with lips and tongue and throat. And it was her eyes that Marc paid for, more than her mouth or her huge tits or her plump ass. It was those eyes, when she turned them to him, that expressed everything.

Marc softly took Felicity with a hand on either side of her head and she stilled, dropping her jaw low and opening her mouth wide, providing exactly what he wanted without question as Marc took control of the blowjob and began to fuck her face.

“Mmmm,” Marc groaned happily, listening to the nasty sounds of her slurping as she kept looking up at him with that hungry, begging look in her big eyes.

He thrust deep, pressing into her throat, and she swallowed him on the first try and milked the head of his cock for a long moment before he pulled back out. Felicity immediately bent low and tended to his balls, knowing what he wanted again without needing to be asked, and then kissed her way back up his cock until she took the head in her mouth again and ran her tongue along the head as she jerked him off near the base.

“You make me act like such a slut, Marc,” she gasped, his cock never leaving the edge of her lower lip as if she were speaking into it like a microphone. “God, I love this cock. I want it all over my face, and in my mouth, and down my throat. I want to just spend hours with it between my tits. I want the delicious cum that you shoot out of it, too. All over me. Filling me up.”

It only took a look from Marc and Felicity stopped her verbal teasing and pushed her lips down his cock again, all the way to the root until her cute little nose was pushed into his public mound and she was swallowing him into her throat again. Marc came, and Felicity gamely gulped it down. The orgasm rolled through Marc like the smell of fresh espresso in the morning, waking up his nerves and perking him up.

“Good girl,” he groaned, stroking Felicity’s hair until he was finished, and she had sucked the last of his cum and her spit off of his cock.

“Were you thinking the red dress then, or the green?” Felicity asked, smacking her lips once at the taste of his cum and then standing and heading to the closet. Marc kept a section of it for her, stocked with the dresses he’d bought her over the years to wear out to events with him.

“The red tonight, I think,” Marc said, following her into the walk-in closet.

Felicity pulled the red dress that hugged her figure so well down from the hanger and brushed it out, making sure it was clean and fresh, then hung it up on the wall and reached for her drawer. Inside were a variety of accessories, but she knew Marc would ask directly if he was fancying any of the more unusual things. Instead, she pulled out two plugs. “Are you taking my ass tonight, dear, or just teasing me?”

“After the day I had, I think you had better expect to be taken tonight, Felicity,” Marc said with a small smile as he went to choose a new suit for going out to dinner.

“Mmm, can’t wait,” she grinned, then snagged the little bottle of lube from the shelf and headed for the en suite washroom. “I’ll touch myself up while I’m at it. I should only take about ten minutes.”

“Take your time, ma petite fée,” Marc said. “Perfection is worth waiting for.”

Felicity smiled at Marc over her shoulder and then went into the washroom, and Marc chuckled to himself. She had space in his closet, a drawer in his washroom and more often than not after a long night with him she slept over because they were both so tired from their activities. Anyone from the outside looking in would likely believe they really were dating.

“Si seulement ils savaient,” Marc mumbled to himself. Even Jean, his closest friend, didn’t know the full truth behind the gorgeous blonde.

By the time Felicity was dressed and ready to go, Marc was as well, and he escorted her down to the garage and opened the car door for her to climb in. It was just another regular Tuesday night.

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