Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 411

Chapter 411: Heroine’s Husband with Salsewoman I
Lucan slept in the next morning since he didn’t have to be at the office until later, and even then, it was just to oversee the furniture delivery. With it being a more relaxed day, he dressed casually in jeans and a nice shirt before heading in. When he got to the office, he started some fresh coffee and had some danishes delivered for the employee. He knew that if he treated people right, they’d give him better service.

Right at 10 o’clock, Lucan’s phone rang, informing him that the delivery was downstairs. He gave permission to let them up.

About that time, his cell phone buzzed, letting him know he had a text. Looking at it, he saw that it was from Katie.

Katie: Do not reply. I’m sitting in class thinking about your hard cock in my ass. I am so fucking wet!

This this text, there was a photo. She had held her phone under her skirt and took a shot of her obviously, very wet, bare pussy in the middle of class. To say that this had its desired impact would be an understatement. Lucan could feel his cock growing as he looked at the small screen. Then a knock on the outer door broke him from my thoughts. “Oh yeah, furniture.” He reminded himself.

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The movers had been busy for the past twenty minutes, hauling in boxes and large furniture, arranging them just so in Lucan’s new space. He was about to settle in with a coffee when he heard the sound of a knock on the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone else, but he figured it might be an issue with the furniture, so he moved toward the door, his hand resting briefly on the knob.

When he opened it, he was surprised to see a familiar face standing in the doorway. It was Margeta, the saleswoman from yesterday.

She stood there with a confident posture, her figure slightly silhouetted by the light filtering in behind her. The soft, golden glow from the morning sun caught the sheen of her brown hair, making it shine as it cascaded to her shoulders. She gave him a smile that seemed both welcoming and mischievous at the same time. Her hazel eyes gleamed with curiosity, taking in the sight of the apartment.

“Hello again,” Lucan said, his tone polite but tinged with surprise. “I didn’t expect to see you this morning. This is a pleasant surprise.”

Margeta’s smile deepened, and her eyes met his. “I thought I’d stop by to make sure everything was going well,” she explained. “I like to offer a little extra service for some of my customers. I help them set up the furniture and offer some decorating tips if they need it. I hope that’s alright.”

“Absolutely, I could use all the help I can get,” Lucan replied, smiling. “My wife does most of the decorating at home. I usually just go along with whatever she wants.”

Margeta chuckled, her lips curving into a playful grin. “I can’t imagine you being the type to just go along with anything, Mr. Lucan. You strike me as a man who always knows what he wants and makes sure to get it.”

Lucan raised an eyebrow, feeling a slight shift in the atmosphere.

Her smile turned from lighthearted to something more suggestive, a subtle change, but enough for Lucan to notice. He felt a slight tension in his chest as she turned to admire the view out of the window. The sunlight from the morning seemed to illuminate her in just the right way, catching the contours of her body and the fabric of her dress. She wore a fitted, button-down dress, the fabric a soft material that molded to her curves, yet still maintained an air of professionalism.

As Margeta turned away from the window to join him by the furniture, Lucan’s gaze inadvertently followed her movements. He noticed the way her dress clung to her athletic frame, the subtle flex of her toned legs with each step she took. Her stiletto heels made her posture even more commanding, elongating her legs and drawing attention to her confident walk. Lucan couldn’t help but let his gaze flicker toward the slight transparency of the fabric under the sun’s light, outlining the shape of her body, and, if he looked closely enough, he could see the delicate outline of her bra beneath.

“You have an incredible view from here,” Margeta said, her voice drawing him back to the present as she approached him, her gaze flicking over the room, studying the layout of the furniture. She ran her fingers along the smooth, polished wood of a chair.

“Thanks,” Lucan replied, “I’ve always liked clean, sharp lines. It gives the room a masculine feel but still maintains a level of warmth.”

Her fingers lingered on the furniture, gliding slowly along the surface as if savoring the texture. “It’s a good choice,” she said, her voice now lower, almost coaxing. “Masculine, yes, but also… inviting.” Her eyes lifted to meet his, and this time the look was more direct. Her lips parted slightly. “I think you have good taste, Mr. Lucan.”

Lucan felt the heat of her gaze and tried to steady himself, but the space between them felt suddenly charged. Margeta stepped a little closer, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. He noticed the faint scent of her perfume, something light and floral mixed with a touch of spice, and it wrapped around him.

“I think we both know,” Margeta said, her voice now a bit more hushed, more intimate, “that we don’t need to keep pretending, do we? I’m like you, Mr. Lucan. I know exactly what I want, and I’m not afraid to say.”

Margeta said as her fingers went to the buttons on her dress. She made very quick work of the buttons, and very seductively shrugged it off her shoulders, pooling around her feet.

About that time Lucan received another text, and glancing at the phone on his desk, he opened it and another photo popped up. It showed Katie on a toilet with a dildo shoved in her pussy, “I can’t fucking wait until Monday.” She said.

Between the texts and Margeta standing in front of him in her bra and panties, Lucan’s erection was raging.

“You can wait for her, or you can have me, right here, right now, anyway and every way you want,” Margeta said as she reached behind her and freed her very firm C Cup tits.

There wasn’t even a choice in Lucan’s mind as he started shedding his clothes and walked over to her. Lucan pulled her into his arms and they both devoured each other with their mouths. Exchanging passionate kisses and exploring each other with their hands.

Any questions about her athletic body were put to rest with his first touch. She was not the toned cardio woman normally found in the gym. She had a firm muscular body, that was very sexy. Her ass was very firm as Lucan massaged it with both hands and pulled her into his groin. He slid his hands inside her panties and pushed them down her legs to join her dress on the floor. Then breaking the kiss, Margeta stared into his eyes as she held onto his neck and wrapped those muscular legs around him.

After that Lucan walked her over to his desk and set her on it. He then started a journey down her body with his mouth and hands. Licking, sucking, and biting one nipple while he pulled on and played with the other one. Then switching. Her nipples were rock hard and had tightened into little buds atop each tit.

As Lucan dropped down between her legs she leaned back and opened her legs to expose a freshly shaven pussy. There wasn’t even so much as a stubble to be found.

Lucan slid his hands under her ass and lifted her to get better access and dove in. Lucan closed his mouth over her pussy and slid his tongue up and down her lips. Lucan’s tongue explores her pussy opening with each stroke. Then he moved up and pulling back the hood over her clit he captured it between Lucan’s lips and started to slowly suck on it. Holding it between his lips he continued sucking as he started to tap at it with his tongue.

Lucan increased the pressure on her clit and he started to use more force with his tongue. Lucan was having the desired effect as she grabbed his hair and pulled him even closer. Lucan’s mouth and tongue were assaulting her poor clit with everything he had to give, and that was when it happened.

Her hips banged off the desk and drove her pussy into his mouth.

“OH FUCK!! I’M CUMMING!!” Margeta groaned as her ass was bouncing on his desk. “Oh fuck that’s it.” She squealed as she started flooding Lucan’s mouth. Her juices ran down his chin and pooled on his desk.