Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

The elevator doors slid open and Liam stepped out into the hallway, an old man shuffling out beside him at the same unhurried pace, a single grocery bag hanging from one hand.

They went opposite directions down the passage, the old man peeling off toward his own building entrance while Liam continued toward Kelly’s door.

He could feel the man’s eyes on his back the whole way.

When he reached Kelly’s door and glanced back, the old man was standing in his own doorway, one hand on the frame, still watching.

Then he stepped inside and closed the door. Slowly.

’What is with this old man,’ Liam thought.

He turned back and knocked twice on Kelly’s door.

A moment passed.

Then the door opened.

Liam’s brain stopped working for approximately one full second.

Kelly was standing in the doorway wearing what could generously be described as a gown.

Red. Knitted in a wide open net pattern, the kind where the gaps between the threads were large enough that nothing underneath was left to the imagination because there was nothing underneath.

Her smooth skin showed through every opening in the fabric. Her boobs sat full and heavy behind the net, her nipples pressing through the gaps, standing out in the cool air of the hallway.

The hem fell to mid thigh and the weave was loose enough that the curve of her waist, her hips, everything between her legs, was completely visible through it.

She leaned against the doorframe and looked at him with a small smile.

His dick went hard immediately. He grabbed himself instinctively and a short grunt left him before he could stop it, the pleasure and the pain arriving at exactly the same time.

Kelly raised an eyebrow. "You must be really horny from just looking at me."

’She’s not wrong,’ Liam thought.

"Definitely horny. It’s just also a disadvantage right now because I’m in pain."

Her smile shifted. Her eyes moved over him more carefully. "Wait. Are you okay? Did you get into a fight or something?"

"I wouldn’t call it a fight," Liam said. "I was assaulted."

Kelly stepped forward slightly, her eyes scanning his face, moving to his neck, checking his hands. "I don’t see anything on you. Where did they get you?"

A sharp buzz moved through Liam’s lower back. Quick. Like a warning. He glanced over his shoulder.

The old man’s door was open two inches. One eye visible in the gap. Watching.

"Not here," Liam said, looking back at Kelly. "Let’s go inside."

Kelly followed his gaze down the hallway and her face went pink immediately. She stepped back from the doorway. "Right. Yes. Come in."

Liam walked in and she closed the door behind him.

The apartment was warm with soft lighting and her usual scent in the air, something clean and faintly floral.

Liam moved past the entryway and into the living room, lowering himself onto her couch slowly and carefully.

He settled back against the cushions, spread his arms along the top edge, and stretched his legs out in front of him with a slow exhale.

The position took the pressure off everything that was currently making his life difficult.

Kelly stood near the doorway to the living room, one hand resting on the frame, watching him.

The red net hung off her body, shifting slightly with every breath she took. "You really just came here and sat down like that."

"I did."

"I dressed up for you and everything." She reached down and stretched the net fabric across her waist, pulling it slightly taut so the weave pressed into the softness of her skin and showed exactly how little it was actually covering.

The red threads ran over the curve of her hips and across her stomach and left everything else on display.

’Damn,’ Liam thought. Just that. Nothing more sophisticated than that.

"I was actually planning on you helping me with that," he said, nodding downward.

Kelly looked at where he’d nodded. Then back up at his face. "I have an idea."

She crossed the room and stopped in front of him, looking down at him for a moment.

Then she bent forward and reached for his zip, her fingers finding it and drawing it down slowly.

Her position brought her face close to his lap and the net fell forward with her movement, her boobs swaying with the shift in her weight, heavy and full, the fabric doing nothing to contain them.

As she worked at his trousers her nipples brushed against his thigh through the net with every small movement she made, dragging lightly across the denim.

’Come on,’ Liam thought, watching her fingers work. ’Hurry up.’

She got his trousers open and pulled them down past his hips. His dick swung free immediately, fully hard, standing straight up like it had been waiting for exactly this moment.

Kelly stared at it.

Her jaw dropped. Genuinely. Her eyes moved over the length of him and her lips parted and she said nothing for a full three seconds.

’Oh my God,’ she thought. ’I’ve never seen it this big before.’

"Fuck," Liam said, leaning his head back slightly as the pressure released. "That feels a little better already just being free."

He didn’t get to enjoy the sensation for long.

Kelly’s mouth closed around him.

She started slow, her lips wrapping around the head, her tongue circling it once before she pushed down further.

Her hands rested on his thighs.

Her blonde hair fell forward around her face.

She found her depth and settled into a steady rhythm, her cheeks hollowing slightly on each upstroke, the wet sounds filling the quiet apartment.

"Hm—"

Liam exhaled slowly through his nose, his hand resting in her hair without pushing. Just feeling the movement.

She worked steadily for a while, her head rising and falling, the rhythm smooth and continuous. Then something shifted in her approach.

She pushed down further than her usual depth, clearly decided about something, her eyes squeezing shut with the effort as her throat worked around him.

"Hm—" The sound came out muffled and strained, caught somewhere deep in her throat.

Liam’s grip tightened slightly in her hair. "Tch—"

She pushed one fraction further and then her body made the decision for her. She pulled back hard, her mouth coming off him with a wet gasp, and she coughed, one hand pressed flat against her chest, her eyes watering and blinking rapidly.

Liam sat forward slightly. "Hey. You alright?"

She held up one finger, still coughing, her other hand waving him off. Then she straightened, cleared her throat, and looked at him. Then down at him. Then back up at his face. "I’m okay."

Her voice came out rough and lower than usual. Something shifted in her expression from surprise to pure determination. "I’m going to make you feel so good."

Liam watched her.

She reached up behind her back and pulled at the tie of the net gown, loosening the knot at the top so the neckline fell open wider.

Then she reached into the fabric and adjusted something, pulling a length of the rope-like border of the garment free.

She held it for a moment, looking at him, and then she leaned forward and carefully fed his dick through the space she’d created between the rope and her body, threading him between the thick knotted border of the net and the warm skin of her chest so that he sat pressed between them.

Then she brought her boobs together around him and squeezed.

Liam’s head went back.

The softness hit him first and then the pressure as she held them together, warm and tight, the rope adding a firm edge to the sensation that he hadn’t been expecting. A low sound left him through his nose.

"Hm—"

She started moving.

Slow strokes upward and down, her whole chest moving with the motion, his dick disappearing between her boobs and reappearing at the top where his head emerged above them.

The rope held the pressure consistent, a firm frame around the softness on either side of it.

Her skin was warm and smooth and the oil from earlier in the week still seemed to live somewhere in his muscle memory because the sensation was immediately overwhelming in the best possible way.

She looked up at him as she moved. "How does that feel?"

"Better," he said, his voice coming out lower than he’d intended. "Getting better."

She smiled and kept going, picking up the pace slightly.

Her strokes lengthened, smooth and continuous, the warmth of her skin surrounding him completely.

Then she lowered her head and opened her mouth as his head appeared at the top of each stroke, her lips closing over him briefly before she rose back up and came back down.

"Tch—" Liam’s grip tightened in her hair.

She was doing both at the same time now, her boobs working the length of him while her mouth took the head on every upstroke, her tongue pressing against the underside each time.

The combination was relentless. Warm and wet at the top, tight and soft everywhere else, continuous and rhythmic with no break between.

His jaw tightened.

She worked at her own pace, unhurried, her eyes occasionally flicking up to his face to check his reaction. The sounds in the room had shifted entirely, soft and wet and steady, and outside the window the city carried on completely unaware of what was happening on Kelly’s couch.

Liam felt it building. That familiar pressure gathering at the base of him, tightening with every stroke she made. His hips shifted forward slightly without him deciding to move them.

She felt it. Her pace changed. Faster now, her mouth staying on him longer at the top of each stroke, her tongue working more deliberately, her boobs squeezing tighter as she moved.

"Kelly—"

She didn’t stop.

He came hard, his hand pulling her hair taut, his hips pushing forward, a low rough sound leaving him as she took him fully into her mouth at exactly the right moment and held there. He felt her swallow once. Then again. Her throat working around him, taking everything.

When it finally passed she pulled her mouth away slowly and sat back on her heels. She pressed two fingers to the corner of her lips and looked at him with an expression that was half satisfied and half something else entirely. Her tongue moved over her lower lip, catching what was left, unhurried about it.

Liam looked down at her.

The red net had slipped further off her shoulders during everything, barely hanging on at this point, her boobs fully visible, her hair slightly undone, her lips swollen and slick.

She looked up at him and waited.

Liam’s mouth curved slowly. "Time for your reward."