The Lust Lord Librarian-Chapter 31: Finish The Job

"You know that thing that you were doing to me beneath the table at dinner."

"Y-you mean using my feet?"

"Yes, I want you to do it again, but this time, use oil."

It was a strange request, yet for some reason, Juliette found it exciting.

As a virgin, she had always thought that sex was a boring thing. Just simple penetration.

However, Adal had shown her just his exciting it could be.

She was the one who had taken the risk, placing her feet on Adal’s crotch area.

She has only done it in a way to apologise for her husband’s rude words, but she had never expected Adal to actually enjoy it.

"S-sure." She replied, heading to the bathroom to fetch a bottle of body oil.

Once she returned, Adal was already lying on the bed, naked, reading a book. His cock stood erect idly.

Juliette couldn’t help but blush, despite already being familiar with his member.

She made his way over to the librarian, and it was like he never knew she was there until she unscrewed the bottle, and poured a few droplets of oil on his stomach.

Adal flinched slightly.

"Cold." He said from behind his book. "I think you need to warm me up."

Juliette still was not used to such lewd words, but she did as he said.

Juliette’s small hands slid over Adal’s oiled skin, spreading the slick oil across his stomach, down his thighs, then finally wrapping around his thick cock.

She stroked him slowly at first, coating every inch until his shaft glistened, veins standing out under the shiny layer.

Her fingers felt tiny against him, and she wasn’t sure that she was even doing it right, but she kept going, twisting gently at the head of his cock until a drop of precum mixed with the oil and dripped down.

She pulled back eventually, wiped her hands on the bed sheets, then sat at the foot of the bed.

Juliette lifted her bare feet. Soft soles, slender toes painted pale pink, and nervously pressed them up to his shaft.

Will Adal really enjoy this?

She looked up at him. He hadn’t groaned yet, and his body had hardly twitched. He simply continued reading his book, enjoying the service as though it were a massage.

Suddenly, she realised that she liked things that way.

It felt like she was a submissive servant, trying to please a master.

If the master was Adal, then she did not mind at all.

The oil made everything slippery; her foot arches moulded perfectly around him as she squeezed her feet together, trapping his cock between them like a warm, wet tunnel.

Adal finally set the book aside and watched her with cool blue eyes.

Juliette bit her lip nervously, but she was eager to please him.

She started moving. She slowly thrust up and down his shaft with the soles of her feet.

The oil let her feet glide smoothly, toes curling to rub the sensitive underside, then sliding back down so her heels pressed against his balls.

Each stroke made wet, filthy sounds, and his cock throbbed hard between her feet, leaking more precum that mixed with the oil and ran down her ankles.

Eventually, she noticed that she herself was getting wet, purely from the sight of pleasuring the man that she loved.

She started getting the hang of it, moving faster now, pumping him with both feet while her toes flexed and teased the swollen head.

Adal finally groaned, and his hips lifted slightly to thrust his cock against her.

Do you like that, Adal? I want to please you so badly. She said to herself, not knowing that the man was reading every lustful thought she was having.

Juliette’s cheeks blushed red. She could feel how hard he was, how he pulsed against her soft skin. The thought of it thrilled her.

She pointed her toes, letting them slide along the sides, then flattened her soles again for long, firm strokes that made his balls tighten.

"Am I doing good?" she eventually asked, voice shaky.

"Yes," he responded. "But go harder."

Juliette pressed her feet tighter, stroking quicker, the oil squelching with every pump.

His cock swelled even more, causing his veins to bulge.

She rubbed her big toes over the tip in tight circles while her soles milked the shaft below.

Adal’s breathing turned rough. It was obvious even to Juliette that he was finally close to completion.

It happened after a few more wet strokes.

He came with a low grunt, sending thick ropes of cum spurting up, splattering her soles, her ankles, and dripping down the tops of her feet in warm white lines.

Some landed on her calves, glistening against her skin.

Juliette kept moving slowly through it, milking every last pulse until he was drained.

She left his cock twitching between her oiled feet.

Eventually, she lowered them carefully, admiring the mess she’d made. His cum mixed with oil, shiny and thick on her skin.

Juliette looked up at him. Now that the heat had settled, her embarrassment had started to kick in, but it was overpowered by her desire to pleasure Adal.

"D-did I do it right?" she asked softly.

Adal almost laughed as he looked at the state of her legs, covered in his semen.

What do you think, my love?

"You did perfectly," he said in a casual tone, finally turning back to his book. "You really are far too good for your husband."

...

Afterwards, Juliette explained how she had to head upstairs, before her husband woke up and found her missing.

She would also need to shower again, to clean herself up properly before entering her bed.

However, as she crept up the staircase, heading to the second floor, someone was coming down the stairs to meet her.

It was John Pearlington.

He stood on the top step, towering over her with a knife in his hand.

Juliette’s heart dropped in her chest.

For a moment, she thought that her husband had finally discovered what she was doing with the librarian. She thought that he might kill her for it.

Then, John sighed.

"You had me worried, dear. I thought you were in trouble."

The man lowered the knife, and relief spread through Juliette’s body.

"I... I was only heading downstairs to get water."

"There’s water in our room, didn’t you see it? Silly woman." He joked. "Come on, let’s head back and sleep. We have a long day tomorrow."

Afterwards, John started to make his way back upstairs, and Juliette did the same behind him.

The man hadn’t been able to see through Juliette’s lie.

However, she thought that if he took a look down at her oiled legs and feet, he might question her further.