0 comments/ 28535 views/ 8 favorites Julie Ch. 01 By: KKHowling Oh God! Had Gary just complimented her? She had hardly even heard what he said. It had sounded sort of sweet and sincere. But Julie's attention had been drawn yet again to the stranger sitting at the bar. Poor Gary. Julie smiled and nodded to him, unsure how to respond, as she wasn't sure exactly what he had said. Would he realize? "That's one of the things I really love about you," he said, apparently not aware of her momentary lapse of attention. She smiled again and reached across the table to touch his hand. He was such a sweet guy and Julie knew she was lucky to have him. But somehow that didn't keep her eyes from wandering back to the dark haired stranger sitting with his date at the bar. Gary was smiling at her, his soft brown eyes swimming behind his glasses. He laid his other hand on top of hers and squeezed slightly. Dinner tonight had been his idea. He had chosen this restaurant, even though it was a little more expensive than places they would ordinarily go. It wasn't a special occasion, just their usual Friday night dinner out. Taking her to a particularly nice place well... it was just Gary being Gary. Julie gave his hand a squeeze in return, smiling back at him and trying to keep her eyes from straying to the stranger at the bar. But try as she might, her gaze kept returning to him, like a moth to a light. He was tall, maybe six-one or six-two. He had thick dark hair and blue-gray eyes. His body was muscular, athletic, but not overly big with broad shoulders and a tapered waist. There was an easiness, a confidence, to his body language. His blue chambray shirt and jeans at once flattered him and left her wondering what he'd look like without them. And his smile made Julie want to smile herself every time he flashed it. His date was a curvy brunette, very similar in build to Julie. She was dressed in a low cut top and short skirt. She was smiling and laughing at his every word. She was also giving him that look. The look that said she was his tonight. Did Julie actually feel envious of that girl? Julie tried concentrate on her conversation with Gary. It was Friday night and he wanted to talk about the weekend. There were things to do around the house, a friend stopping by for lunch and so on. The same conversation married couples everywhere were having over dinner. The same sort of conversation that Julie and Gary usually had and she usually enjoyed and participated in. Why was she so distracted tonight? Because of a guy she had never seen before, who had a cute little bar fly hanging all over him? A few times during dinner, Julie had looked over at the handsome stranger, only to find him looking back at her, his eyes boring into hers. She quickly averted her eyes, hoping that Gary wouldn't notice the color rising in her cheeks. The second or third time he caught her, their eyes locked for what was definitely too long. Just by a couple heartbeats really, but long enough to be more than random eye contact. How was Gary not noticing? But Gary was oblivious. He was talking to her about some mundane thing or another... she could hardly pay attention. Especially when the girl with the guy at the bar was hanging on him and laughing and smiling. Did Julie just see her hand run along the inside of his thigh? Was that little hussy going to go home with him? Was that trampy little outfit of hers going to wind up crumpled on his bedroom floor? Was she going to be calling out his name when he brought her to climax? Julie blinked. She had to get her mind off of this guy and his date. What the hell did she care if he fucked her right there at the bar, right? So why was Julie still looking over there? Why was she annoyed at the way the girl surreptitiously ran her hands along his legs? Did her hands actually just brush across his crotch? "I'll be right back," Julie said to Gary. "I have to use the ladies room." She didn't really, but she had to walk away for a second, collect her thoughts and get back to having dinner with her husband. Not gawking at some guy picking up a girl at the bar. She was coming out of the ladies room headed back to her table when the stranger from the bar rounded the corner right in front of her. In her surprise, she almost walked into him. She gave a polite smile, excused herself and went to step around him. He moved in front of her. "Weren't you the one at the table?" he asked, "That was looking at me? Do I know you?" Julie looked up at him. He was tall. She had realized that when she had seen him across the restaurant, of course. But it was far more evident as he stood in front of her now, towering above her petite frame. "Uh, no," Julie replied with a polite smile. "I don't think so." She moved to go around him and again he moved to block her. "What's your hurry?" he asked, giving her a dazzling smile. Julie was instantly irritated. She held up her hand to show him her wedding band. "Sorry," she said, her face conveying that she was anything but. "You're too late. If you'll excuse me." She tried again to get around him. "Don't worry," he laughed. "That guy will wait there forever for you. And you know it." He gave her a meaningful look. "You, on the other hand, seem more interested in looking around at what else might be out there." He had her there, Julie admitted. She had been staring. But now that she was actually talking to him, his arrogance was quickly wearing thin. "What about her?" Julie said, nodding toward the bar where his date was waiting. Julie didn't really care. She just wanted to deflect the conversation away from herself. He shrugged off her question. "Yeah, I'm booked for tonight," he replied. "But maybe I can help you out another night." He held out a business card. She looked at it in disbelief. Help her out? Julie felt an angry heat rising in her face. "Look," she retorted, "I'm not looking for any so-called 'help' and if I was, it wouldn't be coming from an asshole like you!" Before he could step in front of her again, she bolted around him and walked briskly back to her table. For the rest of the meal, she fumed about the audacity of the guy. She did manage to keep her eyes off of him, but she still wasn't really able to concentrate on the conversation with Gary. Only when the stranger and his date were leaving did Julie look up. And damn if the guy wasn't looking right at her again. He was smirking at Julie, even as he held his date's jacket for her. "Are you okay?" Gary asked. Julie snapped her gaze back to her husband. "Yeah, I just..." she had no idea what to say. "You look a little... weird or something." The concern in Gary's voice was sincere. "Do you want to go?" She shook her head. She at least wanted to wait until that guy was out of the parking lot. "No, I'm fine. Let's finish and go though, okay?" Gary quickly assented. Ten minutes later they were walking across the lamp lit parking lot toward their cars. They had met here after work and Julie was parked a little closer than Gary. He walked her to her car and kissed her. "See you at home," he said and headed off toward his own car. As Julie opened her car door, she noticed that the stranger from the bar was sitting alone in a car facing hers a few cars farther up the row. What was he still doing here? And where was the girl he had been with? Then, in the pale glow of the parking lot lights, Julie realized that he was not alone. The girl from the bar was in the passenger's seat beside him. Sort of. She wasn't all that visible though, on account of the fact that she was leaning over with her head in his lap. He was sitting there looking down at her head in his lap, one of his hands on the back of her neck. She was bobbing up and down quite energetically. Julie stood transfixed, at once disgusted and fascinated. It wasn't the first time she had ever seen an overzealous couple in a bar parking lot, of course. But it was the first time she had ever found herself transfixed, watching. Then he looked up and saw Julie. She was looking right into his eyes. She felt a rising panic, but she didn't look away. Then he winked at her. Winked! That would have been enough for Julie to tear herself away from this spectacle, but just as she was about to get into her car, she saw his head go back and his mouth open as if moaning. A moment later, his date's head slowed down, then stopped. Oh my God, Julie thought. I just watched him cum in her mouth! Then his head came back up and he looked over at her again. That damn smirk was on his face, like he had known Julie would still be there watching. She dove into her car and pulled away quickly. She had a swirl of thoughts and emotions tangled up inside her as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home. The stranger's arrogance and smirk definitely were irritating, almost infuriating. But why did she care? And why had she been unable to look away when she saw him in the car with his date? She had watched him get a blow job--cum, even. And he knew she had seen it all. Why the hell had she stood there like that? She was mad at herself, but she couldn't stop replaying his moment of orgasm over and over in her head. It might not have been the first time she had walked past a car with a couple getting it on, but it was the first time she had ever watched. And it was certainly the first time she had ever seen the man actually cumming in his date's mouth. Why was she so annoyed by this guy? So he had hit on her. Big deal. He was just a player. Tomorrow night he'd probably be sitting in his car getting a blow job from some other little chickie who thought he was God's gift. Why did it rankle her so? Was there something about him? Something that Julie was sexually responding to? And she didn't want to? Was that it? Julie replayed that scene over and over in her head on the way home. As she thought about it, she realized that he had looked at her, winked and almost immediately after that, he had cum. Then he looked over to make sure she had seen him cum. And of course, like a dope, she had still been standing there, slack-jawed watching it all. The whole thing evoked such a strange mix of emotions. She was mad at herself for watching him and even more angry that she had let him see her watching. And angrier still that, even after he had seen her, she kept watching. But that was only part of it. There was something more to it. Why the hell had she watched in the first place? Any other time she would have averted her eyes and moved along quickly. What had compelled her to watch? There was something to it, she knew, but she couldn't put her finger on it. It wasn't really a voyeuristic thrill or anything like that. No, it was something more subtle. Maybe because he had actually been hitting on Julie just a half hour earlier? Had arrogantly assured her that he could help her? Of course he could afford to be arrogant with Julie... there had been a girl sitting at the bar waiting to suck his cock! And he talked to Julie like she should be grateful to be next in line! Why would such abrasive cockiness make her interested in seeing him get sucked off? And was there a tingle that she felt when he winked? Was it like he was telling her it could have been her in the car with him? His eyes could have gone anywhere, but they stopped on her. Why would that make her feel flattered instead of repulsed? Why would she want a guy like that looking at her when he cums? Whatever her brain knew about what she should feel, her body had its own ideas. There had definitely been some sort of physical sensation she had experienced. Not exactly a thrill, but her body had responded. When she got home, she tried to push the clutter aside and get back to the important things in her life. Gary met her in the garage and kissed her. Then they walked up to the inside door holding hands. It felt good and right and she was glad to have his love. That night in bed though, as Gary nestled between her raised knees and penetrated her, there was heat, but nothing wild or passionate. Gary, always the considerate lover, did his best to make her cum, but Julie simply wasn't feeling the magic in their movements that night. It wasn't until she started thinking about her encounter with the cocky, good-looking stranger that she started to feel the possibility. As she thought about his interaction with his date at the bar, the way the girl kept hanging on him, looking at him, basically throwing herself at him, a wave of heat radiated out from her now dripping pussy. Then she thought about the two of them in the car together, the way her head bobbed, so anxious to please him. And the way he looked over at Julie, like he had every reason to expect that she should want to taste his cock too. And what had happened after Julie left? Sure, the girl had obviously sucked him off, but a stud like him would be ready to go by the time they got back to his place. He would probably spend the whole night and half of Saturday morning fucking her in every position imaginable. How many times would he make her cum? Then Julie's back arched and she let out a cry, her own orgasm radiating out in a luscious warm wave, the ecstasy of the momentary connection between pussy and brain flooding her. Gary came too, her cry sending him over the edge. He lay on top of her and kissed her gently for a while before telling her he loved her and rolling off. She kissed him back and hugged him close for a long moment before letting him go. Poor dear Gary. How could she be thinking of another man at a moment like that? Confused and apprehensive, Julie tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep. Feelings of guilt were intertwined with the erotic images that had brought her to orgasm. And poor Gary, snoring softly beside her, had no idea that it wasn't his cock that had made her cum. Julie was happy to be back at work that Monday, with all of the hustle and bustle to distract her. She had spent way too much time over the weekend remembering the stranger at the bar. And, more specifically, he and his date in the car afterward. Once she had her head full of daily work issues, the images from that night were quickly pushed to the background. Even after work Monday, her thoughts were on work, dinner and other minutia and the stranger was all but forgotten. The rest of the week was just a normal, busy week for her. It wasn't until Friday night that she thought about the stranger again. That night, as she and Gary were having their usual Friday night out dinner, Julie found herself thinking about dinner the previous week. And how it had ended. It wasn't nearly so distracting this time, but it was still there. Julie still found herself looking around the restaurant, almost as if she expected to see him there again. As dinner progressed, Julie once again found herself struggling to keep her attention on Gary. At one point she actually found herself wondering what it would have been like to be the girl in the car, sucking the handsome stranger's cock. Had the girl made the first move? Unzipped his fly and pulled him out? Or had he pulled it out, waved it around and told her to suck it? Julie wondered what that would feel like, having a man tell her to suck his cock. It was an unusual thought for her to have. She was not a particularly avid fellatrice. Her husband, thoughtful man that he was, knew that she didn't like the taste of semen, so he never asked her to do it. And even when she did go down on him, he quite often didn't let himself cum in her mouth. What would it be like to have an arrogant, good looking man tell her to suck his cock? She knew how she should react: with a scoff, angry and indignant. But there was something else, wasn't there? There was something compelling about a man ordering a woman to take him into her mouth. Exciting, perhaps? She forced the thought out of her head. Why was she even thinking about that guy? With luck, she'd never see him again. Julie Ch. 01-02 1 I honestly didn't expect my second year of college to differ greatly from the first. Classes scheduled to begin around midday, parties on the weekends, various guys (or girls!) to occupy my evenings, a job (eventually) to cover the expenses my parents wouldn't – the usual. I was nearly done unpacking my stuff a couple hours after I'd arrived. Then I met my new roommate. We'd been sharing the dorm room for exactly five seconds when I noticed Julie's lips. They were beautiful, wonderfully full. These lips made you want to touch them, to feel them touch you... I looked away, not wanting to scare her. In an attempt to disguise my thoughts, I made casual chitchat. I noted happily that she seemed very open and willing to share details about herself with me. "So, is it scary skipping your freshman year, brainiac?" I teased as I finished my unpacking by dumping bras and panties in the top dresser drawer. I slid my empty suitcase under my bed, and flopped down on my stomach, watching Julie. She was systematically arranging ceramic knick-knacks on her dresser. When she had them positioned to her liking she opened the top drawer and began unloading folded t-shirts from a nearby box. She smiled and blushed, "I'm used to being in classes with older kids" she said, "I've been skipping grades since kindergarten. But I didn't skip it; I took all my classes online this summer. I have as many credits as every other sophomore does." She ducked her head when she saw me watching her. I watched as pajamas went into a drawer just as neatly as the shirts had. "Exactly how old are you?" I asked, thinking she was maybe a year younger than I. "I just turned 18" she said, and giggled as my mouth dropped open. I looked at her again, more closely. She fidgeted under my gaze, focusing intently on straightening socks she'd just placed in her top drawer. "You're 20, right?" I nodded, thinking I should have read the 'Roommate Fact Sheet' the Housing office had sent me earlier that summer. It was disconcerting knowing less about her than she did me. "Well, you look older than 18 – you'll pass for a regular old sophomore," I said. "You're a pretty cute kid, though. Have lots of boyfriends back home?" I asked, wanting to know if she had any girlfriends, either. Julie shook her head, causing her glossy black hair to fly about. "I've never really been interested in guys," she said, coming and sitting on the end of my bed. "They're all only after sex, and most of 'em are too dumb to talk to," she finished with a smirk. She tucked her hair behind her ears and went on, "I have a sister who is 7 years older than me, so I learned early on how guys can be, if you LET them." I nodded in agreement. "You seem much wiser than most 18 year olds," I said. "But sex isn't such a bad thing, you know. It can be good for you, if you keep your head out of the clouds, and don't fall for the lines guys try to hand you. Have you even HAD sex yet?" I asked in the most unconcerned tone I could manage. The silence that followed gave me my answer. "It's not a big deal hun, in fact it's good you didn't give your cherry to just any jerk. The first time should be special, not something you regret later," I said. Watching her, I could feel her embarrassment, and wanted to make her feel better. "Hey, we don't have to talk about this, if you don't want to. Let's trade make up. I love that lipstick you've got on," I said heading for my cosmetic case. My exhaustive stash of beauty supplies left nothing to the imagination. Most of my friends joked that I should have stock in Revlon. "It's new," she said pulling a tube of shiny gloss out of her pocket, "it's called 'Lush'. Everyone's always saying I have lush lips," she blushed slightly at this. "And everyone is right, they are lush. Very full and pouty. I bet you don't even have to use lipliner, do you?" She shook her head no as I sat beside her on the bed. "Let's see what that looks like on me; here you put it on," I said moving my face closer to hers and parting my lips slightly. She hesitated for a moment, then blinked, looked in my eyes, and smiled. "I used to play beauty salon with my cousin when I was about 13; we always had so much fun making each other up," she said as she opened the lipstick. "Maybe we could do hair, too?" I smiled and nodded at her. "I love it when someone plays with my hair; you may regret that offer," I joked, motioning towards my out of control cloud of hair. "I don't even try styling anymore; it's got a mind of it's own!" She giggled as I shook my head, making my hair fly about. She leaned forward and lightly touched my lips with the smooth tip of the lipstick. I opened my mouth a bit more, and she pulled the color back and forth across my lips. She pulled it away and studied my mouth, wiping away a smudge with her pinky finger. I pursed my lips together as I glanced in the mirror she held before me. "Very good," I said, smiling at her. She beamed. "Now, I want some of this" I said handing her a deep, purple eyeliner. She took it from me, and unhesitatingly began to apply it to my lids. I felt a delicious tingle of anticipation when she leaned over, her hand lightly touching my cheekbone. I placed my hand beside her hip, so that it was touching her, and did not move it. She had no visible reaction to this, and that pleased me. She wasn't so timid as I'd first suspected. Slowly but carefully, each time I told her which task to perform I made my tone a little less soft and solicitous, a little more serious and forceful. With each task she completed, I smiled at her and told her how well she'd done. I could tell she enjoyed the praise. After she'd "made me up" I told her how much I'd enjoyed it. "It's nice to be pampered every now and then," I continued. "Ready to wash my hair now?" I laughed teasingly. She smiled, and grabbed for her bathroom tote. "I have the greatest almond scented shampoo!" she cried. "Can I try to straighten your hair?" She asked, eyeing my naturally curly, shoulder length tresses. "Sure," I replied, smiling. "It's something I have never been able to do, but I love the way it looks. I'd love it." I followed her to the bathroom we were lucky enough to have sole use of. Most of the other rooms on the floor had to share theirs with an adjoining room. We positioned a chair in front of the sink, and I sat while Julie gathered a towel and washcloth. It felt comfortable, as if we were old friends doing stuff we'd always done together. A few minutes later, I was relaxing, enjoying the soothing scent of the shampoo and the feeling of her fingers massaging my scalp. Her large breasts brushed against my shoulder every now and then as she scrubbed and rinsed my hair, which only served to make me feel more wound up. I wanted to reach up and caress her; I knew that would scare her... this soon, anyway. After my hair was clean and conditioned, Julie arranged all sorts of styling products and tools on her dresser. I took a seat in her desk chair, with the towel around my shoulders. She went to work combing out my hair, and began asking me very timid questions about guys. I tried not to grin too much; I didn't want her to think I was making fun of her. Her questions were so cute, so naïve. I very vaguely filled her in on the 14 or 15 boyfriends I'd had since I began dating at the age of 15. I mostly focused on the bad ones, hoping to relay to her what kinds of guys to stay away from. I tiptoed around the area of sexual experience, because I wasn't sure if that's what she was asking. I made certain not to mention my experiences with girls. Even though I wasn't ashamed of the experimentation, I had no idea how she felt about girl-on-girl action, so I thought it best to wait until a later time to share those stories. To finish up, I told her basically what I was looking for now was a friend, and if things turned into more later, so be it. Julie cranked up the hair dryer, and we didn't talk for the next 10 minutes or so. We were both lost in thought. Our eyes met in the dresser mirror a few times, and we'd both smile before breaking the stare. When she turned the dryer down to low, she asked me a couple things about how I preferred my hair, if I had a special product I wanted her to use. Another 10 minutes and she was singing, 'ta-daaa!' while I ran my hands through my now-straightened hair. I laughed and hugged her as I thanked her. Blushing, Julie told me she'd enjoyed doing my hair, and would love to play with my hair any time I wanted. She seemed to want to say something more, but the phone by my bed rang, and interrupted her. There was a gleam in her eyes that told me we'd definitely talk more later. 2 The first few weeks of my sophomore year passed in a frenzy. I spent the majority of my time adjusting to new classes, new professors, new routines and my new roommate. Feeling a bit like a big sister, I took some time out about once a week to make sure Julie wasn't having any trouble finding her way around or acclimating. Surprisingly, she fell right into place, and felt very at home on campus. Julie and I were becoming fast friends, but there were awkward moments. We had so many things in common that it seemed like we'd been friends for years. Still, there were incidents when the unfamiliarity was overwhelming. It was the little things that made us remember we were virtual strangers. In the uneasy times, I usually took charge and let Julie follow my lead. She seemed very comfortable doing so, and told me more than once that she admired the way I 'directed' things. One day I needed to pee while she was showering, and I could tell it freaked her out when I opened the door and announced my intent. She didn't say much at the time, but I noticed an unusual silence in our room over the course of that afternoon. I brought it up jokingly, to let her know it wasn't such a big deal. She ended up laughing it off when I pointed out that I hadn't flushed. Another time, I terrified her by waking up and rolling over to talk to her, one morning as she got dressed. She yelped when she realized I was awake, and scurried to the bathroom with her shirt pressed to her chest. She came back out fully clothed a few minutes later, looking sheepish and muttering about me not scaring her like that. Because our schedules were drastically different, we only spent about 2 hours in the room at the same time – every night just before going to bed. Julie's classes started much earlier than mine, so I tended to be up for a while after she dozed off, and she was usually gone by the time I awoke in the mornings. Unless one of us had to make a trip to the library or something, we spent nearly every weekday evening discussing our respective days. On Saturdays we'd take our clothes to the laundry room together, and chat while we fluffed and folded. My nightly schedule on weekends tended to consist of a club or party at one of the dorms, while Julie stayed holed up in our room, under the pretense of studying. I tried to persuade her to come along, but she seemed very reluctant to begin exploring the local nightlife. It was almost October before Julie expressed any interest on accompanying me to any of the many soirees which I frequently attended. We were trading back massages before bed when I mentioned a party I'd been invited to attend. Julie casually asked who was going to be there, but this minute amount of interest was greater than any she'd expressed before. I knew she was ready. I began my campaign the next day. I didn't let up until Julie agreed to go "just for a little while." I guaranteed her I'd stay with her if we went, and that we'd have a good time. Laughingly, she pondered getting drunk with me and confessed to never having done so before. I responded with a laugh and reassurances that I wouldn't let anything bad happen to her. Little did I know what that evening would have in store for us. The night of the party arrived, and we prepared for the evening by helping each other get dressed. We stood in front of the full-length mirror on my closet door and admired our sexy yet demure look. Julie giggled nervously at the prospect of her first college party. Laughing, I took her by the hand and we headed out the door. A few hours later we were back at the door to our room. Standing outside, Julie hopped from one foot to the other, urgently pleading with me, "Oh god, hurry! I am going to go in my pants!" I laughed, and continued searching in my purse for my keys. "I told you not to drink that last beer before we left, didn't I?" She slumped against the wall, and tried another tactic – grasping her crotch with both hands and squeezing her thighs together. "If I make it, I will never ignore your alcoholic expertise again, I swear!" she said sarcastically. "You were supposed to be 'babysitting' me, anyway, so it's not MY fault!" "Aha!" I cried, triumphantly as I found the key to our room. I slid it in the lock, then stopped and turned to Julie. Very slowly and carefully, I said, "Julie, I completed my assignment for the evening. You are back home, safe and sound, without one pretty hair on your head harmed. Was that not our deal? That I would supervise your first drinking experience, and not let you get into any trouble?" Waiting for her answer, I crossed my arms in front of me. Laughing, still high on cheap beer, she threw her arms around me. "I didn't mean to sound like a brat. I'm sor-RY! I know, it's not your fault, I just HAVE TO PEE! Please, please unlock the door!" So desperate was she for the toilet, she didn't even take the time to shut the bathroom door, as she usually did. I often laughed to myself at how bashful Julie could be. From what I knew of her background, she'd grown up an only child of seriously protective parents. Her first couple of months on the dorms had opened her eyes to much, but she was still adamant about not dating. "School is the most important thing for me right now, and I need to put all my time and energy into doing well," she's say when I brought up the subject of guys. I could almost picture her father (a plain looking man, from the photos I'd seen) giving her the same speech many times over the years. I felt sorry for such a personable, vivacious girl to have been brought up in such a miserable home. Flopping face first on her bed, Julie moaned. She was more intoxicated that I'd thought – her jeans were still around her ankles, but she had managed to completely pull up her panties over her cute little bubble butt. Her voice, muffled by the pillow, slurred, "Beer is bad! No more beer for Julie!" "Good idea, oh young one," I mused in my Yoda voice, watching her struggle to kick her shoes off, which were, by this time, wedged in the legs of her jeans. "Beer is for the primitive animals we call men. Next time, we'll try something a bit more refined, eh?" I slid from my bed, and knelt next to hers, placing my hands on her knees to still her increasingly frantic motions. "Be still, and I'll help, ok?" She rolled to her side, and behind the thick curtain of glossy black hair that fell over her face; I saw her grinning at me. She lay still, and mumbled something about me being her best friend. I didn't say anything, but was really touched by those words – even considering her current state of intoxication. None of my former dorm-mates had been what I'd considered friends. In fact, since I had been at school, I could count on one hand the people I felt close to and trusted. Julie was different. She was so sweet and innocent, I knew she'd never try to hurt me or take advantage of me. I also knew that I could trust her implicitly. She accepted everything I said as the truth, which brought with it a great deal of responsibility on my part. I did not want to let her down. Managing to pull her sneakers out of the jeans, I tossed them into the corner, where our dirty laundry was piled. I then pulled the jeans from her legs, and tossed them to the pile as well. Julie sighed, and kicked her feet in a little 'I'm free' sort of way, then let her legs sprawl on the bed. She turned the rest of the way over, and lay on her back, and flung her arm over her eyes. "The room is spinning, Shan. I thought that was something people just joked about, but it's really spinning!" she sounded amused rather than worried, so I wasn't concerned. I got up, and went through my nightly routine of undressing, pulling on a t-shirt, brushing my teeth, and washing the makeup from my face. By the time I was ready for bed, Julie was sitting up on her bed, and looking around, as if disoriented. "Where's my purse?" she asked. "I can't find my purse!" I laughed, and grabbed it from the dresser at the foot of her bed. "You really should just go on to sleep now, before your high turns low." I advised her. I sat beside her, and put her purse in her lap. She smiled, and hugged it to her chest, not quite sure why she wanted it to begin with. She wiggled her butt around until she was sitting right next to me, our bare thighs touching. Her pale, soft skin was really beautiful, and I wondered how she'd react to me running my fingers over it. I'd really fought with my attraction to Julie, because of her naïveté. I in no way wanted to scare her, or mess with her head by approaching her sexually. Still, I had fantasies. Digging through her purse, she explained what she was looking for, "I bought something today, Shannon, because I can't stop thinking about it. Do you remember a couple weeks ago, when we talked about... you know... about... sex toys?" she whispered the words, as if afraid someone would overhear. I did my best to suppress a laugh. Less inhibited by the alcohol in her system, she pressed on, "Well, I got to thinking about how good it feels to... mmm... to masturbate with my fingers, and I decided, I want to try it with this!" she triumphantly pulled a small, slim vibrator from her purse. The look on her face and the vibe in her hand had me in hysterics in seconds. "Wh-where did you get that?!?!" I asked between great burst of laughter. She grinned in response. "No, really, did you go to a sex shop and BUY it?" I asked. "The net, baby! You know I do all my shopping online!" she said smugly. "And I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing me buy it! Plus, they even sent batteries for it – except, I'm not sure how they go in." I tried to suitably calm myself, but was having real trouble doing so. Slowly, I began to realize that perhaps this was an opportune time for me to test Julie's reaction to advances from another girl. This sobered me right up. I didn't want to miss any chances. "Here, I'll show you," I offered, reaching out my hand for the toy. She gave it over, and reached in her purse for the batteries. Handing those to me to, she set her purse on the floor, and gave me her full attention. Quickly, I demonstrated how the bottom unscrewed, and the batteries slipped right in. "You haven't tried it yet, I presume?" I asked her. Giggling, her cheeks reddened slightly (how predictable she was, even when drunk). "No, it just came in this afternoon's mail. God, I can't believe I showed you... here give it back so I can put it up. Thanks for showing me... " her voice trailed off as she reached to take the vibrator from me. "Wait, I want to check it out, see what you picked," I stalled holding it out of her reach. "Looks like the smallest, tamest one they had." I observed, turning the 5-inch long phallus over in my hand, feeling the smoothness of the plastic on my palm. "Very good for a beginner," I told her. Julie flopped back on her pillow, putting her hands over her face. "Just put it up now, Shan, I promise not to use it when you're here, ok? Let's just drop it now," she pleaded, rolling over to face the wall. She covered her head with the pillow. Julie Ch. 01-02 I put my hand on her hip, "Jules, chill out, ok? Do you not remember me telling you that I have a vibrator? Did you forget that we both ended up agreeing that most normal women would or already do benefit from sex toys? Why are you so freaked out? It's not like I don't approve or something, jeez!" I boldly lay down behind her, and spooned her body with mine, putting my hand on her shoulder. Lifting the pillow away from her face, I continued, "If talking about this upsets you, then let's not. Just don't get upset, like I'm some stranger, who doesn't understand you, ok?" I trailed my fingers over her shoulder, and down her arm, tickling lightly. I surreptitiously tucked the vibrator behind me, out of sight. Turning slightly, she sighed deeply. "I am seriously fucked up, Shan, I'm sorry. I know you don't think anything bad about girls masturbating. I guess it's just old reservations coming out in me. So many years of being told that it's a sin can really get to you, you know?" She turned more, and smiled at me, over her shoulder. "I'm so glad I have a friend like you, that I can talk about this stuff with." I smiled at her, filled with a happiness I couldn't have explained at her statement. "I'm always here for you Jules. I'm glad I can be. Even if you are a great big kid, I love you for it." I hugged her tight, and kissed her on the cheek. "You're the coolest little girl I know!" I joked. "Heyyy!" she cried, turning to wrestle with me over my somewhat offensive statement. I caught her wrists, pinned them to the bed and scissored her legs between my own. She wriggled to get free, but, for now, I had her. "You don't really want to take me on, do you?" I tried to sound menacing. Suddenly, she stilled, and lay captive, looking at me strangely. "No, I don't. I just want to go to sleep. Will you lay with me until I do?" she yawned, bathing me in beer breath. Not sure how to interpret the situation, I decided to just go with it. "Sure, turn over and I'll rub your back," I offered. She complied, sitting up to remove her bra first. As if an afterthought, she pulled off her shirt, too. "S'hot in here," she said, as if explaining herself to me. She lay back on the bed, on her side, facing away from me. I lay there, looking at the creamy skin of her back. I lifted my hand and began to lightly trail my fingertips over her skin. Goosebumps appeared immediately as Julie shivered. I worked my fingers slowly up and down the length of her spine, then from side to side. She wiggled when I hit the ticklish spots on her sides. Gradually, her body relaxed, but I could hear her breathing becoming fast and shallow. I paused for a moment, and rested on my elbow. "I thought you wanted me to help you go to sleep? You don't seem very sleepy to me," I teased. Silence followed, and I wondered if she had slipped into unconsciousness. "Julie?" I said her name softly, while running my fingers up her arm. She responded by rolling over and looking up at me, with a goofy smile on her face. I felt a pang of something similar to guilt, seeing the obvious effects of the alcohol on her face. She looked completely mellow and absolutely dreamy. I felt like some pervert even thinking about trying anything – I in no way wanted to take advantage of her. "Get some sleep, now." I said, sitting up. Her hand on my arm stopped me. "Shannon," was all she said. Her eyes pleaded with me. She squeezed my forearm, and her knees drew up, pressed tightly together. Looking down at her adorable face, her nearly naked body - I couldn't help myself... I leaned over and lightly brushed my lips across her forehead. Placing one hand on either side of her, I held my body away from hers. My lips alone touched her; I kissed her forehead, cheeks, chin and finally her lips. She let out a sound that varied between a sigh and a moan when I pulled back to look at her again. "Maybe this should wait for a time when you're not so loopy," I whispered, giving her one last chance to stop me. Her answer was apparent when she pulled me down and pressed her lips to mine. I moved my lips back and forth against hers, relishing the soft, sweet plumpness of them. Our mouths opened and the kiss deepened. I began to gently caress her lips and tongue with my own, eliciting more of the whimpering moans from her. She hesitantly moved her tongue into my mouth. I encouraged her by sucking teasingly on it. Softly, I nibbled on her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth and releasing it slowly. We kissed for what seemed like forever, and eventually I noticed that Julie's hands were moving slowly from my shoulders towards my breasts. I adjusted my posture into a more horizontal position beside her, and pulled her to face me. Smiling at her euphoric expression, I resumed the tickling massage from earlier, this time on the front of her shoulder, moving down her chest, and circling around her breast. Her dark pink nipple immediately became erect. I wanted to take it between my fingers, to lightly pinch and pull and twist. I had to force myself to wait. Julie's fingers mimicked mine, touching me through my shirt. We played like that for a bit, while we kissed, but she soon became impatient, and reached down to pull the garment up. I chuckled softly at her boldness, and paused my exploration of her breast long enough to remove my t-shirt. She grinned, watching me. When I was topless, her hands unhesitatingly went to my breasts. She cupped them, her fingers splayed out so my nipples poked through them. She squeezed gently at first, then a bit more firmly. I once again moved my mouth to hers. She moaned in earnest now, her arms snaking around to embrace me; she pressed her body against mine. Her bare skin felt hot against my own. Instinctively, our legs intertwined. I resumed my vague stroking of Julie's chest, coming close to her hard nipples, skirting around them, enjoying her pleading moans as she arched her back, pressing her breast against my hand. I carried on this way, brushing my fingertips lightly about, sucking and licking on her lips, squeezing her thigh between my own, until I was extremely aroused and, judging by her frantic movements and noises, so was she. I pulled my hand away for a moment, and slowed the kiss. Moving my mouth across her face, then down her neck, I began slowly suckling a trail towards Julie's waiting nipple. When I finally reached it, and suddenly and harshly took it into my mouth, sucking hard, she threaded her fingers in my hair and groaned loudly. Working my tongue rapidly, I flicked her stiff nipple back and forth, gently scraping my teeth across it, as well. She rolled onto her back, so I could pay her other one some attention, too. I gladly obliged. After spending some time on them individually, I pressed her tits together, and took both nipples into my mouth at once. Her hips left the bed and she clawed at the sheets. Her eyes flew open, and she looked into mine with great intensity. I moved my face back to hers, and she whispered my name. We kissed again, and I moved by body between her parted thighs. She was totally lost in the moment; so much so, that she wantonly began rubbing her sex against me. Continuing to softly kiss her beautiful mouth, I ran my hand down her side, enjoying the involuntary shiver that motion produced. I placed my hand, unmoving, on her pussy, feeling the heat and moisture of her arousal even through the cotton panties she wore. I felt my own pussy throb as I felt how turned on she was. As I scooted down the bed for better positioning, I slowly, gently, I began to rub my thumb back and forth over her clit. She quickly moved her hips, showing her enjoyment. I traced the edge of her panties, along the amazingly smooth skin where her leg met her body. I planted little kisses along there. After a moment, I slid a finger beneath the fabric. Julie gasped, and didn't release the breath. Moving my fingers excruciatingly slowly, I explored her smooth outer labia. She was so very wet, and getting wetter by the minute. Her legs spread even wider, as she arched her back, and finally exhaled. I delved further, and let the tip of my index finger slip inside her. She wiggled and let out a sound that didn't sound human. She sounded like a yelping puppy. Working my finger in a circular motion at the entrance to her pussy, I used my other hand to pull her panties aside. Oh, she was beautiful. She'd shaved her pubic hair down to a landing strip, so her glistening pink pussy was wonderfully on display. I didn't have to think about it; I lowered my head, and began sucking her tiny clit. Her body bucked, causing my finger to slide farther inside. I began finger fucking her while I licked and sucked her clit, which was increasing in size rapidly. Julie must have realized she was becoming pretty vocal, because she grabbed the pillow from before, and covered her face with it. I could still make out her moans and groans, though they were sufficiently muffled. Remembering Julie's earlier disclosure, I began to feel about with my free hand for her new toy. Within seconds, and without interrupting my activities, I located it at the foot of the bed, where it'd been kicked during our animated encounter. Hoping the pillow would mask the sound so as not spoil the surprise, I turned the switch on the vibe, and placed the tip next to my finger, which was still moving in and out of Julie's tight, clenching pussy. She felt the vibration immediately, and noticeably stilled. Not wanting to lose momentum, I withdrew my finger, and slid the toy inside. Once again, her hips came off the bed, rising to meet my thrust. She literally screamed into the pillow as I pushed the vibrator fully inside her. I held it there for a moment, tilting it so the end would stimulate her g-spot. More hip thrusting. I still didn't withdraw it, but moved it in a small, circular motion. Her body began to shake and shiver. Hoping it was a sign of an impending orgasm, I returned my mouth to her clit, and began furiously fucking her pussy with the plastic shaft. Sure enough, in about 10 seconds I could feel her tense up, and heard her moaning the familiar sounds of female release. I continued to move the vibe in and out until she stilled. I stopped, leaving the vibrator deep inside her. I moved up to lay on top of her, and removed the pillow from her face. To my surprise, her gorgeous, flushed face was grinning up at me. I smiled down at her, and she reached to pull me in for a kiss. My worries about her regretting the encounter went out of my mind. She stroked my hair as we kissed. She broke it off, and looked at me again, the elated look never leaving her face as she thanked me. "Shannon, oh my god! That was... it was... oh my god! That was amazing!" She laughed at herself, and took a deep breath. "I love you even more now!" She hugged me, and kissed me again. I just smiled at her, wondering if her over-exuberant reaction was simply the alcohol talking. "I'll let YOU love ME tomorrow, honey. Tonight, you need to sleep," I replied. With that, we snuggled into the pillow, and held each other until we slept. And she did. Love me the next day, that is. Julie Ch. 01 Chapter 1: Mutual Discovery. For years wet pants were a private pleasure but a short while ago I had the great fortune to find a woman who is as crazy a piss artist as I am. Some time after we started going together I admitted, in a warm relaxed post coital mood after half a day spent in bed alternately fucking and talking, that I 'had occasionally wet myself' and Julie said that she had done so too and it was no big deal, I asked for details but she only giggled with embarrassment and wouldn't be drawn further. Fearing that she had just agreed with me to be polite, our relationship was still new, and terrified of rejection; I let the matter drop. One evening about a month later we got dressed up and went out for an Italian meal. Julie looked great in a short bright red skirt and matching jacket with a low cut lacy black top and shiny 'wet look' leggings underneath. I wore cream cotton chino's with a matching jacket, a navy cotton shirt and light tie. We had a couple of beers beforehand and, with out meal, we drank two bottles of wine and oceans of coffee. Julie didn't visit the toilet all evening and, not to be outdone, I decided that I could hold it if she could. As she usually went frequently I had a slight suspicion of what was to come and felt horny all the latter part of the evening as a result. After the coffees and a couple of brandies we got a cab back to Julie's flat. In the back of the cab we kissed a little and I couldn't resist a quick feel of her crotch. It was very hot and moist but there was another surprise as well. She was wearing loose French knickers under her leggings. Normally Julie wears thong panties or leggings with a skirt or goes commando. Never before had I known her to wear two layers of underwear unless the weather was really freezing. This was another clue which set me to exciting speculation. She pushed my hand away and crossed her legs and for the moment I had to wait for my answer. When we reached her apartment Julie still didn't make for the bathroom and I certainly was not going to make the first move, instead she got two beers from the refrigerator and turned the stereo on. I sat down on the couch and, as usual, Julie seated herself on my lap. We sipped our beers for a while and then began a heavy kissing and cuddling session. After about ten minutes of this she said dreamily: "I really must go to the loo", but made no move to get up. I grunted "OK", paying little apparent attention. I was fully occupied, partly with stroking her thigh and nibbling her ear while enjoying what here hand was doing around the nape of my neck; and partly controlling my own need to piss. Inside I was a mass of speculation and my heart was thumping at he possibility that my greatest fantasy was about to be fulfilled. Fifteen minutes passed and she said again, "I really need a piss badly". Once more she made no move. By now I was beginning to wonder how long I could hold on, I didn't want to be first to wet myself; it was only my erection which enabled me to succeed in preventing the flow. I gently and slowly moved my hand further up her leg until I was stroking her pussy through her layers of clothing. Julie wriggled appreciatively and responded with her tongue exploring my teeth and gums while her sensitive fingers fondled my balls and squeezed my prick. The kiss lasted a long time and when we came up for air she said, laughing: "Wow! that was great and I don't want to stop even for a moment but if you don't let me up to go to the loo soon I'll wet myself". She still made no attempt to actually move so I replied with another thorough kiss while my fingers searched for her clitoris through the thickness of her leggings and knickers. My heart raced as I felt a wetness which was more than just pussy juices, soaking into the material around her crotch. "Hey! If you do that I really will wet myself!" Julie said with a half alarmed laugh. "Go on then, I dare you to" I replied, increasing my efforts and holding her firmly just in case she began to change her mind. She flushed beetroot purple and shuddered. The warm dampness on my hand became a hot wetness spurting through her panties and leggings and running through my fingers before soaking the back of her skirt and seeping through it to wet my right leg. My prick was rock hard, holding back my own piss effectively for now, and I almost came in my pants. Now it was my turn to act, Julie hadn't actually released much piss, around half a fluid ounce I guess, but it was enough to bring my own pressure to crisis point. I pretended anger "You naughty girl you've soaked me, look". I pushed her away to arms length and stood up, setting her on her feet, "Look what you've done" and I pointed to the dark stain on my new pale chino's. "It's your fault" ,she stammered with a note of alarm in her voice and a quiver of her lower lip, "you dared me to and you wouldn't let me up." I repeated "You are a very naughty girl and I'm going to punish you," I turned her round and gently smacked her wet bottom; delightedly observing the wet patch on her bright red skirt which got larger and darker as I pressed it against her underwear. She started to make a move for the bathroom but I held her tight by both wrists and we wrestled until she was on her back on the settee and I was squatting astride her. I held her hands down by her sides and gripped her waist with my knees. Although she struggled her eyes were wild with laughter and relief as she realised that she had not misjudged and I was far from genuinely angry. Julie relaxed as I released her hands; and then, grinning, clasped them behind her head waiting for my next move. I tried to perform; squeezing my bladder to force my piss out. At first I, 'the great piss artist,' couldn't do anything. I had fantasised about pissing on others, and being pissed on, but had never actually done it. Also my knob was very hard and pressing against my pants. Concentrating I eventually forced out the first spurt into my thick cotton knit trunks. Julie's wide eyes were fixed on the resulting stain as the piss slowly soaked through them and wet the fly of my chinos making a dark patch which spread to about 2 inches across. She drew breath with a shudder and gave a little wriggle. I heard a hissing sound below me and felt a sudden warmth rising from below. Thus encouraged I was able to do some more; forcing short squirts of urine out through my by now partial erection until the stain spread right across my crotch area. Piss then began to drip from my fly and soak her skirt; which I had smoothed down neatly before sitting astride her. I leaned forward until the tip of my cock was against her stomach and forced a little more out. Finally encouraged by the sight of scarlet changing to crimson I got going properly and managed to let my pent-up piss flow. I had meant only to do a little more as I was concerned about the settee, but once started the stream was hard to stop and I peed half a bladder full, before I brought it under control. It filled the front of my chino's and poured out where my thighs were pressed against her hips as well as in the middle; drenching her skirt, her leggings, her top, even the bottom of her jacket. As the piss gushed out it soaked me too right up to the belt and formed a pool between her stomach and my crotch where our tightly pressed together bodies stopped it from escaping. Julie was very surprised at intensity of the sudden hot flood and stared stupefied at it for a several moments. She then dipped her hand in the pool and raised it to her lips, licking my piss off her fingers. Paddling both hands into the now shrinking pool, which was rapidly soaking into our clothes, she held them up to me to lick before drying them on my lapels. Then with a shout of "Right mate you've had it now" she wriggled out from under me and leapt up. With a shove from Julie it was suddenly my turn to lie back on the sofa which had a big wet patch on the cover which soaked through the seat of my pants. She stood over me, with hands on hips and fingers squeezing the wet fabric of her skirt to make the piss run. I looked up at her and saw how her little red skirt was soaked and the piss dripped off its hem onto the floor. More ran down her leggings into her shoes, it was also spreading up her black silk top. Slowly she peeled off her leggings and squeezed them out dripping my own piss onto my shirt front. Julie then knelt astride me on the sofa and lifted her skirt to reveal cream silk French knickers trimmed with lace, They were already pretty well soaked and her dark pubes showed wetly through them, She pulled them to one side and without any apparent effort released her full flood. The stream hit my groin and then slowly moved up my body as she worked her way forward thoroughly soaking my shirt, tie and jacket. I just had time to shut my eyes before it hit me full in the face and into my mouth. It tasted so good I thirstily gulped for more. After what seemed like an age the stream sank to a trickle and I opened my eyes just in time to see Julie release her knickers, letting the last of the flow fill them properly and run down her legs to make further wet patches on either side of my chino's. I then pulled her down on top of me and, in between kisses, she licked my face dry. We separated and stood up. Facing each other we examined ourselves and each other with our eyes and hands; fingers seeking out wet and dry patches. I was soaked from head to foot but Julie was only really wet around her lower half. Her black lacy silk top was only wet up to just above her naval and her little red jacket was dry except for the lower hem and two large patches where it had pressed against my wet front. "I win" she laughed, "you're a lot wetter than I am." "But I still have half a bladder full so It's not over yet." I replied. Julie unzipped my fly and, unbuttoning my trunks with her long sensitive fingers, eased my red throbbing inflated prick out of my soaking wet pants. She sat down daintily on a dry part of the sofa and took a swig of her beer. I stood looking at her with my prick waving in the breeze planning my next move whilst I drained my beer. "Come on then Dickie, you've got enough in there for now, do your worst, get pissing." she laughed. I advanced to the edge of the sofa and stood astride her legs. Taking my prick in my hand I took careful aim. As I released the stream it caught her full in the cleavage splashing noisily into a pool where it was temporarily trapped by her bra before bursting out below and running down her front; causing her black silk top to cling to her all the way down. I circled my aim over both breasts, making her erect nipples show even more prominently, and thoroughly hosed down her gorgeous red jacket. Julie opened her mouth wide in silent invitation and I filled it several times as she gulped down my hot piss. I then finished off by rinsing her hair and face. "Now! Now!" she shouted shaking the drips off her head, "Fuck me, stop pissing about and fuck me you bastard". She once more leapt up, drops of piss flying in all directions, and thrust me back prone on to the ruins of the sofa. Dragging her soaking knickers aside she drove herself hard down onto my throbbing prick. As I entered deep into her she seemed to be on fire and we both came almost at once with great shuddering orgasms. When it was over a great feeling of relaxation came over me and, still inside her, I finally finished emptying my bladder. At this she came once more and, at the same time, pissed again. Our streams mingled as they flowed into my trousers and ran over my balls to form a pool under my ass. We lay there wet and satiated for half an hour, each freely dribbling a little urine from time to time as our bladders refilled. Then we slowly staggered to our feet and shared a different kind of shower, ordinary hot water in the bathroom this time. We entered the shower fully dressed, jackets and all and undressed each other under the full steaming flow. Showering in our clothes is another water pleasure we share; the sensation of a warm shower head on a flexible hose at full pressure stuck down your waist band is one never to be forgotten. Soaped clean, and dry and powdered with Johnson's Baby Powder, we then went to bed and fucked again; slowly and gently this time. In the morning clearing up proved easy. My earlier worries about the settee were proved unfounded, and Julie's first 'accident' was revealed to be not so accidental after all. Concealed under the soaking wet loose cover was a very thorough rubber sheet and another one, under some washable rugs, protected the carpet. All our clothes went straight into the washer, it was a good excuse to go back to bed for another fuck as I didn't have a dry stitch to put on. Our jackets we pulled into shape and hung on hangers to dry slowly hoping that they would be wearable again. I finally left three hours later dressed in clean, ironed, but still slightly damp Chino's and one of Julie's baggy sweaters. For most of the next week I had frequent erections and continually oozed pre-cum into my underwear whilst recalling that night and planning what Julie and I could do when we were together again. To be continued... Julie Ch. 01 A true story from my past that has fueled many, many hours of private time since... * I really don't remember when I met Julie. At the time, some time in my mid-twenties, I was running with a group of close post-college friends. About the same number of guys and girls, and Julie became part of that crowd. Mike, my best friend from school, rented a big house on the periphery of Boston and roommates came and went. Julie took the large first floor bedroom with a private bath, and soon it was if she had always been there. She was funny and very smart, and fit in easily. It was clear from the beginning that Julie was one of those people that takes things on her terms, not the other way around. It is hard to describe, but even if we were all hanging out, drinking beer and watching the Sox, Julie was one of us but we all knew she really wasn't. Was she better than us....no, but she came from a different world and we all knew it. While I can't remember when I met Julie, I do remember the intense attraction I had to her. We were casual friends in the much larger group, but that was all. But everything about Julie pushed my buttons and she made a regular starring appearance in my private fantasy world...I think you know what I mean. But I was too intimidated by her and there was never a private moment when the whole group wasn't around to ever pursue anything more than a very casual friendship. My group of friends all lived in Boston while I was working in New York. I had a good life in the city; I had a great job, a nice apartment with a view of mid-town, and did very well with the blonde prep school types that I fancied. I dressed very well, worked out and stayed in shape, and enjoyed my northeastern prep school image. The women were generally tall, thin, and pretty described them all well enough, and they all required about the same amount of effort to bed. Two to three dates, including one 'wow' date...great tickets to the theater or ballgame or a day of sailing on my buddy's boat would do the trick. With remarkable sameness I would get their padded A cup bra on my bedroom floor and get some very average sex. Yes they were pretty, and they would put out, but none of them held my interest. Fortunately the city was large and a new crop of them arrived all the time. Labor Day weekend I made the trip up to Boston. My best friend Mike had a standing invitation for me to use the pull out sofa any time and we planned a weekend of bar hopping and the last beach weekend of the season. I got in late on Friday night and let myself in, finding the house mostly dark. The sofa bed had already been pulled out with fresh sheets piled up on it, so I dropped my bag, found a beer in the kitchen, and set to making up the bed. I was mid-way through struggling with the fitted sheet when a voice behind me said 'My god you are making that look difficult.' Julie was standing in her bedroom doorway, holding a glass of wine with an amused smile on her face. But what I mostly noticed was the silk boxers and tight t-shirt stretched over her braless breasts. 'Hey Julie, I uh, well I guess I, well I guess I'm doing something wrong.' I don't think Julie and I had ever been alone together, and I know I had never seen her in bedroom attire. I could feel my cock stirring at the sight in front of me, and my awkward mumbling made it pretty obvious the effect it all had on me. Julie smirked, and moved to the large upholstered chair that faced the sofa and sat, taking a sip of her wine. 'I think I will watch, this is entertaining.' Somehow I didn't have the nerve to ask her to help, so I went back to my struggles and eventually did get the bed made up. I picked up my beer and sat on the end of the bed and made some small talk with her about my drive up and her plans for the weekend before she stood and announced it was late, she needed to crash. She finished the last of her wine, and handed me the wine glass asking me to take it to the kitchen for her, then drifted off to her bedroom. I watched every step until she disappeared behind the closed door, then took her glass to the kitchen as instructed. Julie was a sophisticated and polished woman, but was somehow an outsized persona. Everything about Julie was somehow different than most people. Julie was very attractive, but was one of those rare women you would describe as handsome. She had well defined features that bordered on being masculine, but came together to be strikingly attractive. And she carried herself in such a way that everyone noticed. Some women are gorgeous, and clearly know it. Others are very attractive and seemingly have no idea. Julie was the rare women who was striking, but didn't seem to care. And to other women this was infuriating. Julie was tall, probably about 5'8" and had a lean athletic build, with broad shoulders that made almost any kind of clothes look fabulous on her. She had an elegant way of walking that made her long legs and narrow hips all that much more attractive. But then there was Julies bust, perhaps the perfect fashion accessory for every occasion. The morning after our late night chat, and my subsequent session in the bathroom remembering her bedtime attire as I stroked furiously in the sink, Julie shuffled out of her room dressed for her yoga class. As she poured her orange juice to go you couldn't help but notice her body hugged by her yoga outfit, including a perfect small breasted athletic look that made her so achingly hot. And yet somehow she could dress for a night out and emerge with a serious rack, cleavage that could stop traffic. Somehow her broad shouldered frame could carry her C to D cups in such a way that she had the perfect bust for every occasion. Guys noticed, women were envious and catty, and again Julie didn't seem to care. Julie slipped off to yoga, and my friend Mike emerged from the upstairs. He and I caught up, busted each other's balls, and made plans for a group outing to an outdoor seaside bar that evening. We both had stuff to do that day, so I grabbed coffee to go and ran out to see some family. It was a perfect late summer day, sunshine in the low 80's with no humidity and I looked forward to a night out with the gang that evening. But the vision of Julie the night before was definitely still with me, and more than once during the day had me tempted to find some privacy to relieve the state she had put me in. Around 5 I made my way back to Mike's, and found him and about half of our crowd out on the back deck with beers open and music playing. Everyone was in a three day weekend kind of mood. It had been a couple of months since I had been to Boston, so catching up with everyone took some time and created a lot of laughs. My friend Bill, who came out of the closet a year later, as usual wanted every detail of my latest 'Stepford blondes' as he liked to call them. The group continued to grow, and the grille supplied burgers, but the beer began to run low. It was about 8 and it was time to make our way to the bar. Cars were assigned, designated drivers were not, and we headed out in high spirits. The bar is a big sprawling outdoor facility under a tent right on the harbor. You pay a cover, there is live music that is mostly participative parodies of popular rock music, and it is great fun. We were drinking beer and enjoying the waterside atmosphere and music. I had noticed a blonde prep school type there with a group of friends, and had already made some good progress toward a weekend tryst. She was impressed by my Manhattan address, my inflated description of my great job, and liked her men preppy and successful. Things were shaping up nicely. I was chatting with this new blonde when I looked over her shoulder toward the entrance of the bar. Julie had arrived to join the group, and was making her way toward our end of the place. Julie was wearing a loose fitting while cotton top that still made clear the quality of what was underneath, a black cotton skirt and sandals. Her shoulder length dark hair hung loose. She looked gorgeous, and heads turned to notice. She briefly caught my eye as she eased in to the group, glanced at my new friend, and gave me a condescending smile. I nodded to her, my new blonde friend turned and looked as I apparently hadn't done a good job hiding my gawking. Julie made her way to a tall table where Mike had a bucket of cold Rolling Rock's and told Mike to open one for her. Julie is one of those rare people who tells people what to do, including people she doesn't know, and for some reason they do it. She isn't rude, more firm with a hint of gratitude...but mostly firm. But she can tell perfect strangers to do things for her, usually small tasks that she doesn't feel like doing herself, and with a confused urgency they do it. Men and women, young and old, all respond the same way. But as amazing as the ask is, the thank you is just as impressive. The stranger who just ran to the counter to get Julie more napkins gets a cordial thank you, but it's clear from her tone that this is just what she expects people to do. So when Mike jumped to open a beer for Julie no particular gratitude was offered, and Mike was pretty conditioned not to expect any. I imagine, though we never discussed it, Mike has spent many sessions in private working off the state Julie left him in as she saunters through his day. I am sure she knows it too. My attention returned to my new blonde friend, who seemed a little annoyed by my noticing Julie's arrival, but I got things back on track pretty quickly. And soon she was back to laughing and flirting, and I was fairly confident I wouldn't need the pull out sofa that evening. Melony was pretty and liked to laugh, but we had little else in common. But there was likely a good return in the cards on an investment in buying her a few drinks, so I pushed on. When Melony said she needed a ladies room trip I offered to buy another round of drinks, we called it a plan. I walked over to the bar next to our group while she made her way to a substantial ladies room line. Julie was parked at a tall table next to the bar, and I eased toward the bar next to her. She again gave me the condescending smile. 'Can you get me another beer too while you are buying one for blondie' she more instructed than asked. I nodded, and was parked next to her for a few minutes. 'So is this another of those blonde, flat chested sorority chicks?' she asked in tone that was clearly needling me. 'She isn't flat chested' I retorted a bit too defensively. She looked bored by my response. 'Ok. Everything's relative I guess'. I couldn't tell if she was saying relative to her substantial bust, to the general population, but she knew she quickly had me scrambling. 'She's a great girl, she's fun to talk to' was all I could manage. 'You just think you can fuck her, you really don't care if she's fun. You need to set the bar a little higher than Can I get her panties off...try some women who are a little more challenging and interesting, you might enjoy the variety from your generic prep school types. Your hit rate might go down, but it might be worth it.' Julie wasn't being mean, she was smiling, but she knew she was getting to me. I was about to try to retort, I have no idea what I was going to say, when Julie turned to the table next to us where three very attractive Latin looking girls were chattering in animated fashion. She spoke to them but I couldn't hear with her back turned. It was impossible not to notice that as she turned her cotton top strained across her bosom, causing me to inhale sharply. Immediately two of the girls reached for their bags and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, both of them extending the package to Julie. Julie took a cigarette from one of the girl's pack of Parliaments, the closer girl immediately extended her lighter to Julie who leaned in and took a cheek hollowing inhale. Without even a thank you she turned back to me, I didn't even notice the bartender was now impatiently waiting for my order. Julie gestured to him with a smirk, then wandered off to the rest of the group, leaving me semi-erect and frustrated. I brought Melony her drink, but had not noticed her watching me talk to Julie. She thanked me for the drink, but basically told me to run along so she could enjoy her friends. My chances of bedding her had evaporated, and I had a sneaking suspicion that Julie knew exactly what she was doing with her clear view of Melony's table. And I did have to admit she had a small bust, but I desperately wanted some though my urgent need was more a result of my brief chat with Julie than anything Melanie had done. The rest of the evening was great fun. I was careful not to drink too much as I had driven there, and eventually snuck under the ropes with some friends to sit on the beach at the end of the night. Someone had found a six pack and we enjoyed one last beer after the bar closed. Most of our crowd had left, not knowing we were on the beach, so it was just Mike and me heading back to his place. Mike had been far less moderate that evening, and his conversation on the way back to his place made little to no sense. I took mental notes to bust on him in the morning. By the time we got to his place Mike had passed out, so it took a little effort to get him in the house and up the stairs, something we had both done for each other many times. But on the way to the stairs we found Julie sitting on the sofa watching television. Mike had this urgent need to remind Julie of something that neither of us could understand in his condition, though it was clearly very important to Mike. Eventually I got him back on track for the stairs and his bed. When I came back down the stairs Julie was still on the sofa, enjoying her show. She handed me her wine glass and asked me to refill it and join her. She was still in the top from the club, but the skirt had been replaced by a pair of shorts that made her bare legs look a mile long. I scurried off to fill her glass, looking a bit too eager and feeling a little foolish. When I got back to the sofa I sat on the opposite end and we laughed about Mike's gibberish, and speculated about what on earth he had been trying to tell her. She asked about where our group went, and I told her about the beach group and our clandestine round of beers. Julie then launched in to ribbing me about the 'little blonde prep' I was hitting on, expressing mock surprise that I had returned for their pull out sofa rather than 'bouncing on blondie'. She insincerely apologized if she ruined my plans in a way that made it clear she was delighted to scuttle my hopes of getting laid. By now her top had ridden up exposing her midriff, bunching under her boobs. It was hard to make eye contact and she knew it. Julie finished her glass of wine and told me she was calling it a night, and plus 'you need the sofa sometime soon', so she stood and stretched. Her extended body caused me to inwardly groan with need. Finally I couldn't help myself, I had always been intimidated by Julie, but I figured I might not get a chance alone with her again. I got up and walked up behind her as she walked to her room. I gently put my hands on her hips and turned her around. Julie looked up at me with no surprise, but really with no particular reaction. I gently pushed her up against the doorframe of her bedroom door and kissed her. She did respond, in lukewarm fashion, but when I went in for a second try she responded with a little enthusiasm. She tasted of white wine with a hint of tobacco, but gave a warm soft kiss. I gently gripped the back of her head, and she responded by lightly biting my bottom lip. Her knee made its way between my legs, and rubbed against my hard cock. I gasped and let out a low groan. We now kissed passionately, her chest pushed hard in to me. Finally she pulled back and said 'Well are we going to do this here on the floor, or can we go in and shut the door?' I leaned in for one more round of kissing, again leaning my weight against her and pinning her against the door frame. My right hand started to slide up from her waist toward her breast; I couldn't wait to feel the heft of one of those beauties. But before I got there her elbow slid over and pinned my wrist against her. Julie broke our kiss and said 'Uh uh' as her elbow held firm. She reached over and took my wrist and led me in to her bedroom. Once inside she gave me a light shove toward the bed, then closed the bedroom door and leaned against it. She looked me up and down, stopping to gaze at the clear tent pole in my shorts. 'Looks like someone's ready for this...' she said with a coy smirk. Julie kept her gaze on my cloth covered stiff cock, then reached down and unsnapped her shorts. She let then slide down her long legs until they hit the floor, then stepped out of them. The shorts revealed a pair of white satin and lace panties, beautiful against her pale skin. She slowly walked toward me, then stopped and slid the panties down her legs as well, leaving them behind her with the flick of a toe. Now her closely trimmed lower regions were on full display, and I could feel my heart racing. Julie smiled. 'Maybe you will get what you have been dreaming about tonight...but first let's see what you've got.' As Julie neared I reached for her, but she gently took my wrists and put them back by my sides. 'Just wait' was all she said. She reached up and started slowly unbuttoning my shirt, sliding it off me when she was done. She loosely folded it and put it on the arm of a chair in the corner. Next she reached for my belt, and held my gaze while she unclasped and removed it, placing it on the chair as well. I couldn't help but stare at her bust as she walked back to me, too far gone to pretend I wasn't. Now she reached for the button on my shorts. With one hand she gripped the button, with the other she gave my hard cock a rub through the material, causing me to hiss from the intense pleasure. Julie chuckled, she unclasped the shorts and lowered the zipper, letting them fall to the floor. Again she made the leisurely stroll to the chair and piled the shorts with the other clothes. Now as she turned, she looked at my briefs and said 'Oh my, what has happened here...' I looked down to see a large wet spot surrounding the head of my hard cock, turning the thin fabric almost translucent. 'You didn't cum already did you?' Julie asked with some indignation. 'No, no of course not. That's, well it's kind of, well....' Julie cut me off. 'That can't all be pre-cum, and before we even get started, that's not possible...' 'It is, I swear I didn't cum. Look, I'm still hard, I didn't cum'. There was no debating that I was hard, harder than I had ever been. 'Well I don't want to touch those soaking wet briefs and get all sticky. You do it and put the briefs in the bathtub.' I complied as quickly as I could, anxious to regain the mood. So quickly that the waistband of my briefs pulled my cockhead down with them, causing it to snap back against my abdomen bringing a chuckle from Julie. I scurried to the bathroom and tossed the briefs in the tub. I returned to the bedroom to find Julie sitting on the edge of the bed, her sex now fully exposed to me. She crooked her finger gesturing for me to stand in front of her. I did, a bit confused, but not daring to reach for her again. Julie reached out, and I inhaled sharply anticipating her touch. Again she laughed. 'Just calm down boy' she said as she looked up. Now she reached for her night stand and took a tissue which she handed to me. 'And try not to drip all over everything' she said as she pointed to the long string of precum off the end of my dick. I wiped up the strand, then stood, not knowing what to do next. Julie again reached toward my cock, but instead reached under my balls and lifted up, then held my package there for inspection. 'Certainly not the biggest one I've seen, but we work with what we've got' she said matter of factly. It was clear from her tone she really didn't care if I was offended; in her mind she was just stating a fact. 'Guys with little ones can still be fun; they just have to work harder.' I might have been offended, but all I could think about was getting her shirt and bra off, and wasn't about to risk my chance by debating my cock size. But I heard her message about working harder loud and clear. Julie pulled her hand back and let my balls drop and enjoyed watching my cock bounce. Julie Ch. 01 'Ok, let's get started. Let's see how you do. Let's see if your tongue can get me ready to play'. Julie lightly pushed down on my shoulders; I got the message and sunk to my knees. 'Ok, now take your time and listen to my directions. Start out with a flat tongue and just lick up and down, slowly and firmly.' I leaned in to Julie's private regions, a place where I was hoping my cock would be soon, but given how oddly things had progressed couldn't really be sure. As I applied my flat tongue to her outer lips I moved slowly up and then moved back down to the bottom and started again. Julie cooed approvingly, so I kept going. After several minutes she directed 'Now make your tongue in to a point and let it part my lips as you lick up and then down, nice and slowly'. I curled my tongue and followed directions, letting my tongue penetrate her a little as I moved it up and down. She moaned softly, aroused by my work. I slid my right hand down to my cock and started slowly tickling and stroking, the pleasure deep and intense. Julie was now lying back with her eyes closed, enjoying my tongue. Without moving a muscle or opening her eyes she said 'Take your hand off your dick, I don't need any accidents ruining our fun.' 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' as I pulled my hand away in panic. Julie laughed softly. 'Now push your tongue in further and make a circular motion. If you are doing it right your tongue and jaw will ache pretty quickly, but keep going'. Julie knew what she was talking about. I was able to make the motion, which elicited a louder moan, but my tongue got tired very quickly and almost felt like a cramping. I started to slow down from fatigue which brought a quick response from her. 'I guess you don't want this very badly do you?' I tried to push through the discomfort; she was now wriggling with pleasure. 'Now make your tongue pointy again, and lick my clit. Nice steady jabs. You will get tired from this, but keep going until I cum.' I followed directions, and my back and knees joined my jaw and tongue aching. But as uncomfortable as I was, Julie was clearly going the right direction. She was now throwing her head side to side, and moaning loudly. Finally her back arched, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her thighs clamped hard on my head. I tried desperately to keep flicking her clit, and she rolled through two or three mini orgasms after the initial big one. Finally she slumped down onto her back and smiled, clearly pleased. She reached down and pushed my forehead back; I sat on my heels and tried to recover from the effort. I stood slowly, a little stiff and sore, and considered climbing on the bed to join her though my face was soaked from the bridge of my nose to my chin. Julie looked up and smiled a lazy smile; her shirt was bunched up under breasts exposing a small portion of the bottom of her bra. She was a beautiful sight. 'Go ahead and stretch a little, then we are going to do that again.' I groaned inwardly, but there was no negotiating. Twenty minutes later we had repeated the cycle, basically unchanged except for when she scolded me for stroking myself. My knees, back, jaw and tongue were exhausted but somehow kept going. As Julie reached a second wave of orgasms she reached down and pulled the back of my head hard in to her, cutting off my air. But I desperately worked my tongue hoping to get her to cum before I had to breathe. Again she thrashed wildly and let out a long quiet wail as she peaked. While I ached all over and desperately gulped air when she let me go, I felt proud to have given her so much pleasure. Julie looked up at me after spending several minutes slowing coming down from her waves of pleasure. She chuckled as she idly caressed her left breast through her top. 'You need to go wash up; your face is all red and soaked. Go wash off, oh wait, can you go refill my wine glass first before you do?' Julie lazily gestured toward the empty glass on her night stand. I figured I probably was a frightful sight, and didn't like the idea of venturing to the kitchen without cleaning up, but reached for my shorts. 'What are you doing?' Julie asked. 'Putting on my shorts so I can go to the kitchen and get your wine.' 'You don't need shorts, just go...no one is up and if they are I'm sure they have seen a naked man before.' Her voice had a trace of impatience. 'I can't go out there, well I can't, you know naked when I'm, well when I have a ...' 'Oh for god's sake, I know everyone in this house has seen a hard dick before...' she snapped. I sensed her losing patience, so I took the wine glass and scurried out in to the darkened first floor. I stumbled a bit in to the dark kitchen, and the light from the refrigerator caused a brief moment of panic as it felt like a spotlight on my hardon, but I splashed some wine in her glass and dashed back to Julie's room. I left the wine bottle on the counter and my erection bounced in front of me. When I returned Julie had climbed in to her bed with her top still on and pulled a sheet over her, she took her wine glass and gestured to bathroom. I went in and ran some warm water and grabbed a washcloth, quickly washing all the remnants of the last 45 minutes from my face and neck. When I returned to the bedroom Julie asked me to go back and get the washcloth, I had left a puddle of precum on the hardwood floor next to her bed. I was mortified by the mess, and I suppose the clear evidence of the state she had me in, and retrieved the washcloth. Getting back down to the floor with my aching knees and back was uncomfortable, but I made quick work of the puddle and tossed the washcloth next to my briefs in the tub. Finally I returned to Julie's bed and she invited me to join her. I climbed in next to her and was greeted by a passionate kiss as her body molded to mine. My hands instinctively went to her bare ass and caressed it as I enjoyed the sensation of my hard cock trapped between us. I began to slide my hand up to her chest once again, so anxious to finally get my hands on those incredible globes. But as my hand started to travel toward her right breast Julie shift around so her mouth was by my ear. She whispered in to my ear 'That's warning number two, you know what they say, three strikes and you're out'. I pulled my hand back quickly, but I was incredibly frustrated and confused as to why her boobs were off limits when I had just spent 45 minutes with my face buried in her most private parts. I almost spoke out. But I didn't. The kissing continued, and my desperation for relief was becoming overwhelming. Julie maneuvered me on top of her, and reached down to take hold of my stiff cock. She looked me in the eyes as she worked the tip of my cock on her clit, eventually closing her eyes as another quiet orgasm rolled over her. She guided my cock to her opening and held it there as she said rather sternly 'Now go slowly, see if you can impress me with how long you can last.' Her hand slid off of my shaft, I was free to enter her. I slowly slid in to Julie's hot, soaking wet entrance. The pleasure was intense, I had to stop halfway and breathe heavily to regain some control and not lose my load on the first stroke. I let it sit all the way in her and tried to do math in my head to back off of the edge of orgasm. It worked somewhat, but not nearly enough when Julie whispered in slight giggle 'So are we going to fuck or not?' I pulled it all the way out to the tip, then pushed it back in. Then repeated. By the fourth or fifth stroke I knew it was hopeless, so I went for it. I drove in to her three more times hard and erupted in an incredibly intense orgasm. I could feel my balls pumping out load after load; mid-orgasm Julie's hand covered my mouth admonishing me not to wake the house. I continued pumping in to her until the sensations became almost painful and I had to stop. I slumped and rolled off her. 'Wow, you must have made it a full 10 strokes' she laughed. 'Good thing I made you take care of me first, huh?' I was a little embarrassed, but I laughed. It had been so intensely pleasurable, and honestly it felt good to have made such a conquest...I couldn't believe I had actually bedded Julie. Euphoria on several levels. Julie nudged me. 'Go get my bag; it's next to the sofa.' I was too wiped out to have the argument about my shorts again, so I walked out the great room with my limp dick there for all to see. I handed Julie her bag, and she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighter. She lit up a Marlboro Lite and inhaled deeply, then gestured for me to bring her an ashtray. I did as I was told, then went in to the bathroom to wash up before climbing back in to bed. Julie finished her leisurely cigarette. I am not a fan of smoking, but she is one of those women who look incredibly sexy smoking, so it worked for me. She then rolled over to me with a mischievous smile, and pushed me on to my back. She climbed on me, straddling my stomach and looked down at my face over the shelf of her boobs. She reached across her body with each arm, gripped the hem of her shirt, and pulled it over head and tossed it aside. She revealed a spectacular white lace bra, cups even larger than I imagined, straining to hold her breasts. Julie tussled her hair and smiled, then cryptically said 'Let's see how long it takes...' She reached behind her and unclipped her bra; the resulting shift revealed the lower portion of each breast as her bra cups popped half free. I gasped, and desperately wanted to reach up and caress them, but did not dare. But one thing that did not wait for permission was my wasted, limp cock. It immediately started to revive and swell, and when Julie reached under her bra cups and caressed her breasts and quietly cooed it went fully hard and slapped in to the back of her ass. 'I knew it wouldn't take long once the girls are in play...' she laughed. Julie took my hands and brought them up under her bra cups and held them to her breasts. She looked me in the eyes and said 'Now you can play.' My god, they were heavenly. Full and heavy, a heft to each one that took your breath away. And as I pushed up the bra cups it revealed medium sized pink nipples with eraser sized nubs poking forward. Julie brought her hands up under each breast and held them, and I instinctively knew she wanted me to suck them. I brought my mouth to the right nipple and gently took it in to my mouth, lightly biting and suckling it as she sucked in air in pleasure. My hands lightly tickled the outer edges of her boob as I continued to mouth her nipple. I switched sides, and became vaguely aware of my cock bobbing and tapping against Julies butt cheeks. I kissed and licked and suckled them for a good long time before Julie again took control and pushed me down on to my back. She lifted up, and again reached back and took hold of my shaft. She positioned herself over my rigid cock and again used my cock head on her clit. She worked it back and forth with her head thrown back, mouth open. Finally a choked gasp escaped as she orgasmed again. She held still for only a moment, then sunk down slowly on my rock hard cock, not stopping until she hit bottom. I gasped, if anything the warm, wet grip was even more intense than the first go around. My hands again returned to her breasts, lightly kneading and groping, as my hips started to hump in to her. Soon Julie signaled me to stop thrusting, and she began to slowly bounce up and down on my cock, controlling the pace. 'If you want to visit my bed again you will ask my permission before you cum' Julie said with a nonchalant smile that was powerful. She knew how good it was. I was already close, and the sight of her big, bouncing boobs was taking its toll on any hope I had of some control. 'Julie, please let me cum...' I gasped out. 'Already, you can't last longer than that?' I could feel the tingling in my balls as she continued to bob up and down. 'Oh god, please let me cum Julie...' Julie smiled a wry evil smile. 'Are you going to do clean up duty afterwards?' I was confused, and holding on by a thread, and she refused to slow down her pace even though she knew I couldn't hold my load much longer. 'You can cum, but it's back on your knees to clean out everything you put in there. And I think I still need another cum or two to take the edge off. Deal?' I couldn't even respond. I started to hump back in to her violently and grabbed her hips as I exploded. I must have felt seven or eight blasts of cum empty in to her, leaving me wasted and completely spent. Julie giggled softly, knowing my fate. Yes, I did get back on my knees and lick her to two more orgasms. And yes that means I ended up swallowing all of the biggest loads I have ever shot to Julies utter amusement. When she was sated and I had swallowed all of my cum, I was again drenched in her juices and was once again sporting a full boner and ready for one more dip in the pool. Julie just chuckled and said sorry sailor, shops closed. I hinted at getting a blowjob, but she firmly said she doesn't do that, and sent me to the bathroom to jerk off. When I returned Julie had pulled on a top and a pair of pajama bottoms, and told me it was time for me to head for the pull out couch, she needed her sleep. She did give me a warm hug and a passionate kiss, and gave my package a rub through my shorts mumbling something about 'Good things can come from small packages if you are willing to work hard enough...' It was an amazing night, I'm sure it was the only time I have cum 4 times in a marathon sex session. Ok, so you only counted three...I confess to jerking off again before I finally hit my sofabed at 4:00 that morning. I slept fairly late, but when you are in the middle of the great room you have to get up at some point. When Julie shuffled out about 10:30 she looked a little disheveled but sexy as hell. I slid up next to her at the coffee maker to say hello, she hissed 'Not a word to anyone, got it.' I nodded dumbly, and asked if she felt ok this morning. She held her coffee cup with two hands up to her mouth and looked out through her hair that fell down around her eyes. 'Yeah, that's the advantage of doing guys with little ones, you aren't sore in the morning.' To be continued. Julie Ch. 02 Despite her mother's bluff, Julie had been thinking of getting her own apartment again. She'd left home when she turned eighteen for college and had grown used to the independence a place of her own could provide. Although she followed Michael as he went to college and after when he found work, she had always had her own apartment (moving in was always referred to in the vague-not-too-distant future over the last four years). Within a week of her first solo drinking binge in years, she had lined up a new place, local to her family but far enough away for comfort. As she never unpacked her belongings from her car, moving took no time at all. Unluckily, the new apartment did not come furnished and the complex was rather dingy and populated. Julie dipped into her savings and hit most of the local secondhand stores in the area before she procured the necessary chairs, tables, and of course her bed. A day or two later, the place was adequately set up with a large majority of her bank account intact. About two weeks later she even had a job. She had become interested in many things in college and could not really find a specific job listing which fit properly – so she chose the job she knew the best, a waitress. The little diner was a remnant of the 50s when a tirade of little silver restaurants first littered all over the country. Margie's Diner had survived somehow, a favorite of the community. Julie had been interviewed under five minutes when Franky gave her a job. The 50 year-old had a good judgment where people were concerned and she took to Julie immediately. Things were going well for Julie; she spent her time either working tirelessly at Margie's or sleeping. The constant activity and exhaustion offered the sanctuary idleness at her family's home could not hope to supply. At night darkness came and swept her away. *** "What do you need?" Apparently my penitent face isn't cutting it anymore, thought Matthew. It was now four months since his birthday and he had only managed a brief e-mail to his sister saying he would stop by soon. I guess a month and a half is a little too much notice for a visit. "I don't need anything. I'm supposed to take you out, aren't I? Let it never be said that Matthew Barton forsakes his promises." A jaunty tip of his Sox cap and smile later, he looked at the gradually softening glare of his younger sibling. Julie sighed. "You never do anything that is a uni-task. Promise or not, what do you want?" Matthew always asked for help when he needed it and it was usually his sister that he asked. "Can I come in first? It's colder than a witch's tit out here." January in New England was never a mild time, especially at the beginning; either you were freezing or too cold to know you were frozen. The snow outside had accumulated three weeks ago and was in no mood to depart any time soon. Mercifully, Julie opened the main door widely to her complex and allowed Matthew in. He then followed her to her flat a little ways up the corridor. The heating inside was doing little to compensate for the chilly winds outside but it was warm enough for Julie – she even could wear a t-shirt and shorts comfortably while Matthew still found a shiver creeping up his spine every few minutes. After closing her door and throwing the lock, Julie went into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses of water. As she gave one to her brother and settled to her couch she reiterated, "So, what do you need?" "Well, I was wondering if you're working tonight. And if you're in the mood for something a little stronger than water." Thankfully it is warmer in here with the door closed, he thought. "It is the new year, oh sister o' mine. I missed you at Christmas, too." "How sweet, you haven't answered my question and have managed to ask two of your own. Trade you: two answers to your questions for the one answer to mine." She smirked as Matthew shifted his stance, sipping at his water. "Alright -- you first." Julie rolled her eyes, half amused. "Yes and yes. And my shift lasts until six AM, so I doubt we could go out after. Now you." Matthew took a deep breath in get his confidence going. If he were going to convince her, he would need to be the picture of absolute certainty. "I was wondering if you would like to help me out with something for work." Julie sat rather aghast, and he used her silence to his advantage. "Hopefully you've been keeping up on your drawing, as I'm sure you have been. I want to start up something new and fresh for a series. And that would require a new and fresh style from an artist such as yourself. I'm not sure what the pay exactly is since I haven't talked my boss into the idea completely yet. But as you know, I can be tenacious to get what I want." "Hold up there, Matt," Julie shakily stood up. "What makes you think that I would or could do this?" Sensing her resistance, Matthew tried to save his pitch by taking smaller steps. "I'm not saying you would have to start tomorrow and draw the entire comic by next week. I was thinking that you could help with the conceptual design. Plus I thought you might like the work, or even accept it as my Christmas present." "I'm no artist." "That's just because you haven't tried. I have faith in you and have saved away for you one of the most brilliant ideas I've ever gotten for a graphic novel." Julie's face bore no signs of acceptance to her brother's proposal or excitement. "I can't." He couldn't help himself – he laughed freely until Julie's disquiet silenced him. "I think you can. I know you can. You remember when we were little and I would tell you stories? You would draw the very thing I could see in my head. You were what inspired me to my line of work." "That was a long time ago," she said, meekly. "I'm sorry, but I can't." Matthew ran his hand through his sandy hair and let out a discontented sigh. "Don't worry. I guessed that you might not jump on the bandwagon too quickly, so I'm to bug you until you say yes." His charm and handsome face usually compelled women to leap at any opportunity to be in his good graces. Julie must have a bit of resistance after so much contact, though. "Stubborn ass," was all the response he received. A quick look at the clock later, Julie was grabbing her uniform and running to the bedroom. "I've got to get to work. My shift starts in twenty." "You work from six to six? That's a little steep." Reemerging changed and ready for work, Julie explained. "One of the other waitresses is sick and I need the work. Plus all the other girls have plans tonight – it's Friday." Quietly, Matthew picked up the water glasses and placed them in the sink. "I'll drop you off, if you like." "Thanks, but it'd be hard to get back here without my car at six in the morning." She pulled on her socks and sneakers and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail. "So when are we supposed to go out?" He had almost forgotten about that. "When aren't you working?" "Tuesday." Matthew frowned. "You'd want to go to a bar on a Tuesday?" "Why not? It's not like it's closed." "All right. Tuesday it is. Pick you up at seven?" Both of them began leaving the apartment as Julie finished pulling on her jacket and scarf. "Sure. See you then. And bring your sketchbook." Julie Ch. 02 Tuesday morning at work, Julie was scrambling around getting ready for an important meeting. A potential new customer was visiting today and her boss had been hounding her to make sure everything went perfectly. Julie would be managing the account if this customer decided to give them their business. It would be the biggest account she had yet been given, so she felt as much self-imposed pressure as she did from her boss to get things right. Once the customers arrived, the top brass was going to give them the company's standard spiel and take them on a tour of the facilities. Then it would be Julie's turn. She would have to demonstrate that she fully understood the customer's requirements and that her company, with her leading the charge, could deliver. She had worked on her presentation for two weeks and though she felt prepared, there was no getting away from the butterflies she felt as she watched the clock tick. Almost 10am... That was her time to join them in the executive conference room. Her nerves were a little frazzled, but she was determined. She had the experience and expertise to do the job. She just had to walk in there and let them see it for themselves. Easier said than done, of course. She wasn't lacking in confidence, but that didn't mean she wasn't nervous. Her boss and his boss would be there watching her pitch this new customer. If she did make a mistake or misstep, there would be no hiding it. And she had at least as much to gain if things went well. This was the biggest new customer the company had wooed all year. It would mean an almost guaranteed promotion for her. Yes, there were lots of reasons to be nervous. Ten minutes before ten, Julie went into the wash room to check her appearance and dry her perspiring hands. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her thick shoulder-length black hair was pulled up in a professional but not too uptight style. Her white blouse was a little tight, but that was by design. She had nice sized breasts and wasn't afraid to accentuate them just a little bit. She had chosen a simple navy blue skirt that fell just below her knees. It was long enough to be modest and short enough to let anyone who cared to notice that she had elegant legs. Her pumps had heels just high enough to make her ass look great without being high enough to be inappropriate. Everything was coolly calculated to look professional, but sexy. She checked her makeup. Her green eyes and tan complexion hardly needed any, but the few accents she applied served her well. She had chosen to wear glasses instead of contacts today to give her a more serious look. It also, she knew, played well... the sexy librarian might be a cliche, but it was one men always responded to. This job was what she had worked so hard for over the last few years and she was going to use everything she had to make it hers. At ten o'clock sharp, she knocked softly on the conference room door and let herself in. One of the veeps was still giving his presentation, so she slipped quietly into a chair at the back of the room. Most of the people had their attention on the speaker and his presentation and didn't notice her entrance. Her boss, who had been seated toward the back, nodded to her when she came in and gave her a thumbs-up signal. That meant things were going well so far. They were hers to reel in. Or lose.... The vice president finished his presentation and looked to the back of the room. He saw Julie and nodded, indicating it was time for her to come up to the front. She took a deep breath and gave her boss a quick wish-me-luck look. "I'd like to introduce you to Julie Nolan," the VP said, gesturing in her direction as she walked around the table to join him in front of the group. "She's going to be handling your business with us. She's been with the company five years now and she's already established herself as one of our best and brightest. We have every confidence that Julie will provide you with the level of service that you expect. Julie?" He stepped aside, turning over the floor to her. "Good morning," she addressed them with her best smile. "I'm Julie Nolan, and, as Doug said, I'm a business account manager here at KRS." There were four men sitting there, eyes fixed on her. A well-trained public speaker, Julie moved her gaze from one to the other, making eye contact with each of them. When she got to the last man, it was all she could do not to let her surprise show on her face. Sitting right there was the man she had seen in the bar two Friday's ago! The man she had seen getting a blow job in his car! Her heart skipped a couple beats and her focus on her presentation was suddenly compromised. Had he recognized her? There was a smirk on his face... then he winked! Yes, he clearly knew who she was. She forced herself to get on with her presentation, but her head wasn't where it needed to be. She stumbled on her well prepared and rehearsed opening comments. When she got to the Power Point presentation, she got mixed up on her slides. She tried hard to cover up her mistakes, but she could see in the eyes of her audience that she wasn't doing a good job of winning them over. She forced herself to continue to make eye contact with all of them, even though every time she looked at him, he gave her that smirk. She was supposed to be wowing them with her poise and expertise, but his presence was rattling her, causing her to trip over her words and screw up her well rehearsed presentation. By the end, all she wanted to do was go away and die. Or at least cry. She knew she was capable of so much more. To think that some guy she had seen in a bar could affect her enough to cause her to do so poorly... she was angry with herself and with him. But she had to stand up there and smile, ask if there were any questions and pretend like she hadn't just flubbed one of the biggest opportunities of her career thus far. She didn't even want to look at her boss, so she kept her eyes on the customers. Damn it! How could she have choked like that? How could that arrogant smirk have power over her? After Julie turned the meeting back over to the VP, she hastily retreated to her cubicle. Her boss had given her a look as she left, not quite disappointment, but clearly he had expected more. So had she. She sat in her cubicle unable to think about anything but how many mistakes she had made. Her cubicle. She had been hoping to get a promotion with this account. That would have meant a real office with real walls and a window. Now it looked like she would be staring at the fabric walls of her cube for at least the foreseeable future. And if her performance today had caused her boss to lose confidence in her... well, then she could be here indefinitely. She was still stewing twenty minutes later when her boss poked his head in. "Come on," he called. "We're all going to lunch." "I'm still invited?" Julie was only half joking. "They want to get to know the person who would be handling their account. Don't worry," he added. "We're going to get this business. And you still have time to convince them that you're the right man for the job." He gave her a smile that might have been intended to reassure, but it felt condescending to Julie. Julie and her boss Carl rode together, while the customers split up and rode with the VP's. So it wasn't until they were all together in the restaurant waiting to be seated that Julie had to face them all again. She was determined to come off as competent and undo as much damage from earlier as she could. She walked up to each of them in turn, introducing herself again and shaking their hands. She saved the guy from the bar for last. Was it because she was still worried about him throwing off her concentration? "Greg Anders," he introduced himself. "Of course," he added quietly so no one else could hear, "you'd already know that if you kept my card." He winked at her. The wink, of course, was the same gesture that he had made that night. Now that thought was back in her head. She had to get rid of those thoughts and focus on business, she chided herself. This was a second chance and she couldn't, pardon the expression, blow it. She smiled at him as graciously as she could. "Who knew?" she said with a slight shrug. "If I give you my card again, this time you'll keep it?" he joked. His bright blue eyes were boring into hers and she had to look away. There was a sexual charge that he exuded. Something that shouldn't have been present in their current business circumstances. As the group was led to their table, Greg followed close behind Julie. Upon reaching her seat, he guided her to it with a hand placed lightly on the small of her back. The contact, though presumably innocuous, caused her to stiffen involuntarily. Part of her was indignant that he had put his hand on her. Another part of her was annoyed that something so trivial upset her. After all, it could have just been a gentlemanly gesture. Yet another part of her felt tension. Distinctly sexual tension. Was it because of their first meeting? Or was there something more to it? Attraction? Julie tried to dismiss that idea out of hand. He might be good looking but he was also irritatingly arrogant. The kind of man that assumed all women wanted him. Good looking or not, Julie didn't have a high tolerance threshold for that sort of egotism. But, she reminded herself, he could be a key in landing this account. So it might not hurt to flirt.... just a little. And if he was gratingly full of himself, she would just grin and bear it. Later, when the account was in the bag, she could laugh to herself about exploiting his arrogance with her feminine wiles. "So, Greg. Tell me," Julie said as she picked up her menu. "How long have you been with Medicorp?" "Oh a few years now," he answered casually. His eyes were on hers as he spoke. Even after his words were spoken, their eyes stayed locked.... just a few seconds too long. Julie held up her menu to break the contact. She tried to ignore the little flutters in her belly. "What's your role in, ah... this evaluation?" Julie asked. She wanted to know if he was going to be influential in awarding her company any business. If not, well... she would still be polite, but there was no point in kissing his butt. "I'm the guy you've got to impress," he said with a smug grin. "The bean counter," Greg nodded to one of his companions, "just wants to make sure you're solvent. The QA guy," he nodded to another of the party, "wants to make sure you know how to fill out paperwork. And my boss," he nodded toward the last man, "is pretty comfortable with my recommendations, so..." He took a sip of his water, his eyes never leaving hers. "I hope you know how to make a good impression." There was that smirk again. All Julie could do was smile and nod. It might kill her inside to put up with his arrogance, but she knew she could deal with it if it meant getting this account. Just keep thinking about an office with a window, she told herself. Julie and Greg were sitting at one end of the table, which isolated them from much of the conversation of the rest of the group. Greg showed no inclination to join in, seemingly content to talk to Julie. He also showed no interest in talking shop. That left her in a tough spot. Her boss was watching her talk with Greg and assuming that progress toward a deal was being made. More importantly, it left her defenseless. Without shop talk to hide behind, the conversation was getting a little too personal for Julie's taste. Especially in light of her first encounter with Greg. "So where can we go to get a decent meal, a couple of drinks and have some fun tonight?" Greg asked her. She froze for a second before realizing that by "we" he probably meant he and his company companions. Not Julie. Before she could answer, he added, "I heard Cavanaugh's is really good." He winked. That was the restaurant where she had first seen him. Once again, the image of the girl from the bar, hanging all over him, was in Julie's head. And of course, Julie had been right about that girl's intentions. She hadn't even been content to just go home with him... she had gone down on him in the restaurant parking lot. Another thought occurred to Julie: Greg was from out of town. So he probably had met that woman on a trip out here. Had he met her just an hour or two before? Had the two of them gone from total strangers to intimates in so short a period of time? What kind of woman would suck the cock of a man she had known for mere hours? On the heels of that thought, Julie wondered what kind of man could make a woman want to. She looked up at him. His eyes immediately found hers, his arrogant smirk curling his lip. Julie looked away quickly. A few times during lunch Julie attempted to get Greg to discuss business, but he resisted. Every time she tried, he deflected her questions, asking questions of his own. Mostly personal questions. He asked her husband's name, how long they had been married, did they have children? No? Were they planning on any? She was increasingly uncomfortable with his probe into her life outside of work. She kept trying to redirect the conversation back toward work related topics. But Greg seemed determined to pry. And Julie was determined to be as gracious as she could, smiling her best and trying to answer his questions in a polite and professional manner. It was all she could do not to sigh with relief when the group finally pushed back their chairs and prepared to leave. "So when are you flying back?" one of the veeps was asking the group. One of Greg's colleagues pointed to himself and the other two men. "We're heading out this afternoon," he answered. "Greg?" "I'll be here until Thursday," Greg chimed in. Julie remembered Greg's question about where 'we' could have dinner. She felt a nervous, sinking feeling that she was in fact the one he intended to have dinner with. When they got back to the office, her fears were confirmed. Her boss called her into his office after the customers had gone. "Julie," he began in his serious voice, "I don't have to tell you what these guys could mean. To the company and to you," he added for emphasis. "Now the presentation... could have gone better," he said tactfully. "But you're not out of the game yet. This guy Greg is here for a few more days. Let's focus on impressing him with what we can do. What you can do." "Okay," Julie replied, waiting for what she already knew was coming. "Tonight, I want you to come to dinner with me and him," he said. Julie almost sighed in relief. She had been afraid that she would be expected to entertain him on her own. His relentless prying into personal information coupled with the events of their first meeting made the situation very awkward for her. Having another person along, another man especially, made the whole thing a lot less intimidating. "Sure, Carl," she said, with a smile that she hoped said 'confidence.' "When and where?" "How about 6:30 at Cavenaughs?" Julie, who had a long commute, opted to stay and work late and go directly to the restaurant. Greg went back to his hotel to get changed before meeting for dinner. Carl also decided to go home first. The last hour or so in the office wasn't particularly productive for her. It had been a long, stressful day already and she was burned out. She poked through her in box and found a few mindless tasks to keep her occupied, something to pass the time more than anything. But she was more than ready to go home at that point. Unfortunately, she still had dinner to go to. Julie's thoughts were on the upcoming dinner, having to make small talk with Greg and her boss. It would be a chance to redeem herself, she knew. At the same time, she wasn't exactly at peak level. The day had worn her down and she would have to dig deep for the focus and energy to take advantage of this rare second chance. She hoped she would be up for it. Greg had been a little flirty with her at lunch today, and that bothered her a little. It shouldn't, she knew. Julie had never had any qualms about using her good looks to her advantage before. Why should this guy be any different? Okay, the fact that she had seen him getting a blow job definitely put him in a different category than any of the other male customers she had schmoozed. But she knew how to play this game and wasn't going to let herself get intimidated. Besides, Carl would be there tonight to keep everything on the up-and-up. So Julie went into the ladies room and fixed her makeup. Then she let her hair down and put in her contact lenses. It was definitely the librarian-letting-her-hair-down effect that Julie was going for. Looking in the mirror, she nodded. Yes, give him the full treatment, she thought, as she undid the next button down on her blouse. Let him feast his eyes. Let him want her in the worst way. She would smile and bat her eyes... and at the end of the day, take home this account. It would be like stealing. She smiled. She went back to her desk and watched the clock tick more than anything else. Eventually, though she knew it was still early, she left for the restaurant. She arrived fifteen minutes early and decided to get a drink and wait at the bar. She deliberately selected a seat far away from where Greg and his date had sat and ordered a glass of wine. She was ordinarily more of a rum and coke or gin and tonic drinker, but tonight she felt it better to keep her guard up. After all, Carl would be expecting her to be sharp and make up for her performance at the presentation. While she was waiting, she pulled out her cell phone and called Gary. "Hi, hon," she said when he answered. "I'm sitting here waiting. Carl and the customer aren't here yet. Why does it take men so long to get ready?" He laughed easily at her joke. "If our hair isn't just right, we just know everyone will notice," he answered. Julie smiled. Gary was notorious for not being particular about his hair. She was about to make a comment to that effect when her phone beeped in her ear. "Oh, somebody's buzzing me," she said. "I'll see you tonight. Love you." "Love you too," Gary answered as Julie clicked over to take the other call. "Hello?" "Julie?" It was Carl's voice. "Yeah, what's up?" She asked, trying not to sound annoyed. He was almost certainly calling to give her some last minute coaching, as if she needed his inane advice. Had he totally lost confidence in her because of the presentation? As she spoke, she saw Greg enter the bar, looking around. "Uh, Jule, I can't make it," Carl said just as Greg spotted her and waved. Julie waved back automatically as her stomach knotted. Her annoyance was instantly transformed into trepidation at Carl's words. "Oh, really?" Julie replied, trying to sound as if it were a minor inconvenience at worst. Inside she was getting quite tense though. She had counted on Carl's presence to keep things professional. Greg would be far less likely to do or say anything inappropriate with Carl around. Suddenly, that protection was gone. "Yeah, my wife and daughter are both really sick," Carl told her. "Sorry," he apologized, "but I'm sure you can take care of it?" Did she have a choice? "Don't worry about it," Julie said in her best reassuring tone. "Take care of your family and I'll see you tomorrow. He's just getting here now, so I've got to run." "Okay," she heard him reply as she took the phone from her ear and snapped it shut, not caring if he had finished talking or not. He almost certainly would have bored her with advice that she didn't need. She was feeling a bit pissed off at the situation. Not because she couldn't handle entertaining a customer at a simple business dinner. Or because she had expected some help that she now wasn't going to get. Or even that this particular customer might take advantage of the situation and act inappropriately. She could deal with all that. Julie Ch. 02 So why was she angry? It hit her as Greg stepped up and said hi to her. She felt vulnerable. She was face to face with a good looking man who oozed cockiness, arrogance. He might be emboldened still further since he had Julie in a position where she had to be nice to him. He didn't need that kind of edge. He was supremely confident as a player to begin with. He was probably already wondering how long it would take to get her out to his car to suck his cock. And here she was, all primped with her hair down and her blouse undone enough for him to peek down at her cleavage... like she was playing right along with him. She wanted to button her blouse up, but it was too late. She had made a decision to put her tits on display for him. Under different circumstances, to be sure. But now she was stuck with it and she was feeling naked. She had to force herself not to cross her arms or seem self-conscious about it. "Hi," Greg said, his blue eyes looking into her green ones, then down at her prominently displayed cleavage then back to her eyes. She quickly looked away, fooling with her cell phone, unable to meet his gaze. Her belly had a warm, queasy feeling. Well, she had wanted him to notice her tits... mission accomplished! She felt a little shiver run thorough her. "That, uh... That was Carl," Julie said, trying not to let her voice betray her. She really didn't want to tell Greg that Carl wouldn't be joining them tonight. It would be letting him off his leash. "And?" Greg prompted when Julie didn't elaborate. "He, uh, can't make it. Wife and kid got sick," Julie said, feigning indifference. "Guess you're stuck with just me." She smiled and met his eyes for a moment. There was something so predatory in them though that she had to look away again. She picked up her wine glass and took a sip to cover the awkwardness. "Just you and me?" he said, his smirk sneaking on to his face. "Hmmm, guess we'll just have to make the best of it." She tried to smile back at him, but that look in his eyes, like a lion that had spotted a lame gazelle, was giving her butterflies. Julie felt more vulnerable than ever, now that Greg knew there would be no chaperone tonight. She was determined not to let him shake her up again. She had been caught by surprise at the presentation. Now she knew what she was up against and she had to handle it. "Want to see if our table's ready?" she asked. He seemed interested in getting the bartender's attention. Julie wanted to go sit down at a table and eat, not sit at the bar, drinking on an empty stomach. But Greg was in no hurry. "I don't think we'll have trouble getting seated," he said, looking around. Indeed, the restaurant was more than half empty. "Let's have a drink first." He winked at her. "Maybe we can skip dinner and go find something fun to do?" His words by themselves weren't inappropriate, but the way he raised his eyebrow and looked at her speculatively... immediately, Julie was thinking of the woman in his car. She held up her hand, displaying her wedding band. "I've got to get home before I turn into a pumpkin," she answered smiling. "Oh don't worry," he said with a smile. "I wasn't expecting anything like that." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing toward the parking lot. "Not before dinner, anyway," he laughed. And winked. Julie smiled her polite smile, the one that said she was only being nice because she had to and did not actually find him amusing. But inside she was wondering just how much he meant it. Did he expect his charms to work on her? So easily? Did he really think that Julie would ever... suck his cock? The idea was at once infuriating and exciting. Julie was a happily married woman that was here only because her job required it. The idea that he might even be thinking about her in those terms was way out of line. Insulting, even. He certainly wouldn't expect a man in Julie's position to do anything compromising to earn his company's business. At the same time, there was no denying the sexual tension, the butterflies and warm tingly feelings. This was a good looking man, obviously accustomed to being successful with women. There had to be something that made him so damn confident... so arrogant. There was something subliminal. Body language, a masculine scent, something, that women responded to. Julie felt it. That she couldn't deny. Julie thought back to the way that woman had hung all over him at the bar. This very bar, she reminded herself. Had he met that woman mere hours before? He was from out of town, so it seemed likely. Had he just seen her at the bar and bought her a drink? Just like that? And an hour or two later they were out in the car with her head bobbing up and down in his lap? Something occurred to Julie out of nowhere: that woman had been wearing a wedding band. And she obviously wasn't Greg's wife! No wonder he hadn't seemed the least bit deterred when Julie had held up hers. Of course not! He had probably taken that woman back to his hotel, fucked her senseless and then sent her home to her husband. Without thinking twice. "Uh, why don't we just stick to dinner?" Julie suggested coolly. "I told Gary I would be home at a reasonable hour." Why had Julie felt it necessary to mention her husband by name? As a deterrent? It probably wouldn't work. "I'm not saying stay out late," Greg replied. "Just thinking that we could have more fun..." he arched his eyebrows and shrugged. "Doing something, ah, else." Wink. He ordered a drink for himself and another glass of wine for Julie. She started to protest, but it had been a rough day. She could use just a little bit of relaxation. "Look, Greg," Julie began, not entirely sure what she was going to say. "I think I can prove to you that we can handle your business and that I can service your account. But that's all I plan to service. I won't lie," she added, holding up her hand so he wouldn't interrupt. "This is a huge opportunity for me and I'm going to do what it takes to convince you that I can handle it. But strictly business, okay?" She lowered her hand and took a breath, hoping she hadn't just ruined her chances. But Greg smiled easily. "Let me explain something," he said. "Tonight or anytime we're out like this, I don't want to talk shop. This is all for fun. The next two days I'm going to spend in your office, and I'm going to be a prick. I'm going to really bust your chops and make sure that you and your company can handle our business." His eyebrows arched in emphasis. "But tonight," he smiled as he lifted his drink, "I just want to relax and flirt with a beautiful woman. Is that too much to ask?" His eyes again locked on hers and this time she couldn't look away. It was like hypnotism. She felt a warm flush all through her body as she lost herself in his gaze. Had he just called her beautiful? Snap out of it! a distant part of her brain exclaimed. He's trying to get into your pants! He'll tell you anything you want to hear! And she knew that voice was right, but for that moment, it didn't matter. He might be an arrogant prick and a player, but his gorgeous eyes were focused on her and he was telling her she was beautiful. She felt her breath hitch and her heart start to pound. It was too intense. She broke the eye contact and grabbed her drink, taking a long sip. Get hold of yourself, the voice in the back of her head was shouting. Once, when Julie was much younger, she had been hiking in some rather rough terrain. For a few hundred feet, the path ran along the edge of a steep drop off. There was no railing or rope. Just empty air and a sixty foot drop. She had walked close to the edge of it thinking that if she made even the slightest misstep, she was done. There was a certain amount of fear in her when she walked along, close to that edge. But there had also been a thrill to it too. Now, sitting here with this handsome but arrogant man, Julie found herself reliving that moment. Once again she was at the edge of a precipice. If she wasn't careful, she could fall. If she gave this man the chance, he would take her as sure as gravity would have taken her over that cliff. It was a scary thought. The scariest part about that thought was how aroused it made her. Just like walking along that path so long ago, it made her heart race. "I like your blouse," he said, looking down at her somewhat exposed cleavage again. Her nipples tingled under his gaze. God, were they getting hard? That would be a total giveaway! she thought, slightly panicked. "I'll bet you do," she answered sarcastically, regaining some of her composure. "Next you'll tell me how good it would look on the bedroom floor?" "I just said it was nice," he answered easily, no indication he even heard her sarcasm. "It's very flattering on you." He looked down at the unbuttoned blouse again and gave Julie a wicked grin. "Especially the way you wear it." Julie had to will her hands not move. She wanted so badly to button her blouse back up. Greg was looking down at her breasts again and this time there was no doubt that her nipples were hardening under his gaze. It was both embarrassing and incriminating. Greg looked up into her eyes, down at the points showing through her blouse and back into her eyes. The ever-present smirk widening a little. He was surely a man who knew how to read even the subtle signs of a woman's arousal. This was hardly subtle. "What about dinner?" Julie asked, trying to redirect the conversation. "In a hurry to get rid of me?" he asked with a smile. "Well, you're very charming and all," Julie said, resorting to sarcasm again to defend herself. "But this is a work night for some of us." "Okay," he agreed easily. "Let's finish our drinks and get a table." As he spoke, he placed his hand on Julie's knee. The effect was immediate and arousing. She felt her breath hitch as a warm tingle shot up her thigh. The heat between her legs turned into wetness. She picked his hand up and pushed it away. "Let's, uh, keep this professional? Okay?" she said, trying to sound offended. "Oh, I am a professional," he countered, putting his hand back on her leg. "I'm sure you are," Julie retorted, removing his hand once again. "But I'm not like that one you were with the other night." She was so nervous and so aroused. She should be furious with this arrogant ass. Why... How could he be having this effect on her? "Oh I think you have a lot in common with her," Greg replied. "You're both beautiful, intelligent and confident women. Very attracted to self-confidence, by the way," he added with a smile. "And maybe you have--or will have--more in common." His predator's smile made it quite clear to what he was referring. "No, I don't think so," Julie replied automatically. "Why do you say that?" he asked, as if he were genuinely surprised that she wasn't already giving in to him. "It isn't like you don't, ah... want to." He finished, giving her a meaningful look. Don't want what? Did he really think that...?? "What exactly are we talking about here?" she asked, more to stall than because she doubted what he meant. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," he replied, nodding toward the parking lot. Julie was dumbstruck. Did this cocky bastard really think that was going to happen? She'd just march out to his car with him and give him a blow job? She wanted to be outraged. But she wasn't. For a split second, she found the idea strangely appealing. Or perhaps compelling was a better word. He seemed to have a way of saying it that made it seem inescapable. "Maybe we ought to forget about dinner," Julie said. "Now you're talking!" he answered. "No, not what you're thinking," she said, trying to muster some indignation. "Let's just call it a night. I'm too tired to play these games tonight." He shrugged, seemingly almost indifferent. Had she been hoping for more of a reaction? Some sign that her rejection meant something? "We're here," he said after a pause. "Let's eat. I'll behave myself, okay?" Julie looked at him for a moment, but his eyes were still too much for her. She finished her glass of wine and stood up. "Okay," she said. "As long as you promise to be good." Even as she said it, she realized that there was more than one way to take what she had said. "Oh, I promise alright," he answered with a devilish smile. Julie couldn't help smiling herself. Dinner passed quickly. Greg continued to flirt with Julie, but in a more subdued manner that she was more comfortable with. She found herself enjoying his sense of humor. He told self-deprecating stories in a way that made her laugh at his expense, but with him at the same time. She found herself sharing stories of her own that she would not usually tell a casual acquaintance. It wasn't until she looked at her watch and found it was almost ten o'clock that she realized just how charming he was being. She had totally lost track of the time. That was so unlike her. She was used to being aware and in control. It was almost scary the way she had let all that go. "I better get home," she said. "It's almost ten. I have to get up and look sharp tomorrow. Some guy is coming in to audit us and I hear he's a prick!" Funny how she already felt comfortable joking with him. He was able to disarm her so easily. No wonder he was used to being successful with women. He had quite an arsenal to work with. "Good point," agreed as they pushed back their chairs. "I'll walk you out." "Oh, that's okay," Julie said, trying to keep her tone casual. The idea of him walking her to her car had her heart fluttering again. And again, she remembered that it was in this very parking lot that she had seen him with his date... "No, it's late. It's dark," he answered. "You can't be too careful. Anything could happen in a dark parking lot." He winked at her. "Don't get your hopes up," she countered coolly, but inside she was thinking about how close to the cliff she was walking. It would be so easy to just lean out just a little bit... "I know," he replied smiling. "You're a happily married woman. But a guy can dream, can't he?" She turned away so he wouldn't see the color rising in her cheeks. He didn't need any more advantages. He held the door for her as they left the restaurant. Once outside, Julie tried to excuse herself. "No, let me see you to your car," he said. "I insist." The butterflies were back as she shrugged and led him across the lot to her car. In the restaurant there had been people around them and a table between them. There had been deterrents in there. Out here, she was on her own. And she wasn't exactly trusting herself at this moment. When they reached her car, she gave him a little shrug. "Okay, this is me. Thanks." The lights flashed as she unlocked the door. He didn't walk away though. He stepped closer to her. Too close. She felt her heart rate quicken again as he invaded her personal space. She looked up at him, about to admonish him. But when her eyes met his, she felt her insides get mushy. He looked like he was about to lean down and kiss her! Julie quickly tilted her head forward, hiding her lips from him. But in so doing, she now had her eyes on his belt. And the zipper right below it. For a moment she let herself imagine what would happen if he suddenly reached down and unzipped his pants. She wasn't sure what she'd do, but she was pretty sure she wouldn't look away. And if he pulled it out? Held it out and told her to touch it? Squeeze it? Kiss it? Su... she snapped her eyes away, looking back up at him. Julie was wet, her pussy tingling at the thought of him taking out his cock. It wasn't a good time to be looking into his eyes. Like she was frozen in headlights, she stood unresisting as he lowered his lips to hers. The heat and wetness in her pussy multiplied as he firmly but tenderly pressed his mouth over hers. "Oh, my!" she breathed as he pulled back. "Oh, my." This was crazy. Her brain was screaming at her to get in the car and drive away. But the heat, the tingle, the... arousal... It was hitting her like a tidal wave, tossing her around, confusing her. She couldn't think straight. Greg stepped closer. Now her nipples, straining erect, were brushing against him, heightening her arousal still further. She could feel the bulge in his slacks grazing against her belly. Oh God! It was his cock rubbing on her! The heat between her legs swelled and grew, spreading out through her whole body until she was tingling from head to toe. Her panties were soaked and he had hardly touched her. He took hold of her shoulders with a firm, strong grip and lowered his mouth over hers again. She moaned into his mouth as their lips interlocked. His tongue slithered down into her mouth and almost reflexively, Julie sucked tenderly on it. The thrill tearing through her body at once felt so wrong and so right. She knew she shouldn't be doing what she was doing, but it just felt so good she didn't want to stop. There was something about the way he held her by the shoulders, not letting her move away. Not that she was trying to. But because he held her there, it was okay. It was his decision, not hers. Then the lights from another car illuminated the two of them, snapping Julie out of the moment. When the car passed and Greg went to kiss her again, she turned her head. "No, I've got to get home," she said, trying to sound firm. Greg looked at her in a way that made her thoughts feel naked. Like he could look into her head and see that she had been thinking about his cock, what it would be like to touch it... She pushed back on him and his hands fell away. Almost apologetically, she said to him, "It's late. I really have to get home." Then she was in her car, driving away as he stood in the parking lot. Oh, God, what had she been thinking? Julie thought as she drove home. What if that other car hadn't driven by and interrupted them? Julie didn't know for sure, but she had been so damned turned on that it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that things would have gone further. A lot further, she admitted to herself. How far? She wondered. The memory of the woman in the car with him came to mind. No, not that far, Julie told herself. Was she sure? Hadn't she been wondering what would happen if he were to take it out? What if they had kept making out like that? Getting more and more turned on? Feeling his growing erection pressed against her? It scared Julie to admit that she really didn't know how far things might have gone. He had gotten her pretty worked up. She could still smell her own musky arousal. Surely, he must have noticed it too. She had had his tongue in her mouth and she had sucked on it, savored its warmth and soft texture. A kiss like that was so arousing. A few more like that, then some soft kisses down her neck, down her chest to her exposed cleavage... Even now, driving home thinking about it, Julie found herself getting wet all over again. There was a point of no return, she knew. Like walking along the cliff. If you stumble, you might catch your balance and keep going. But if you went too far... A few more kisses like that might have been too far. There would have been no turning back. But what did that mean? Would she have gotten into his car with him? Watched him pull out his cock? And... and sucked it? Everything Julie knew about herself told her that that couldn't happen. Everything Julie experienced tonight told her not to be so sure. Another thought occurred to her. She had assumed that Greg and the girl she had seen in the car with him had gone back to his hotel room and fucked. But that woman was married and, presumably, had a husband to get home to, just like Julie. Maybe the blow job she gave him was the extent of their tryst? Julie Ch. 02 Why would a woman do that? Julie certainly understood the arousal that came from going down on a man when it was foreplay; when it was leading up to a good, hard fuck. But what about a case like this? Where there was no fuck? And the man wasn't her husband or boyfriend? Julie was beginning to understand though. She remembered the way Greg had taken hold of her shoulders and held her while he kissed her lips. She had submitted to his control. Why? She wasn't sure. But he had done it with deftness, a certainty that left no room for compromise. She had responded to his male dominance. Welcomed it. What if they had kept going? If he had told her to suck his cock? And said it like it was a foregone conclusion that she would? Would she have responded the same way? The more she thought about having him in her mouth, the wetter she got. That in itself was unusual for her. Sure, she liked to make her husband happy and give him a special treat once in a while. And of course, there was a fair amount of arousal that she experienced when she did. But she didn't get dripping wet thinking about it. Tonight had been different. As she had looked at his zipper, felt him rub against her, hadn't there been something? A desire lurking? It wasn't about getting laid. No, things would have never progressed to that point, Julie felt certain. But hadn't she actually felt the urge to go down on him? Please him? Hadn't part of the thrill, the excitement come from knowing that it was possible? After all, Julie had seen him get his dick sucked in that very parking lot. It obviously could have happened. The thought, the confession to herself, was enough to rekindle the heat in her belly. Tentatively, she slipped a finger up her skirt as she drove. At the first touch, she immediately sensed the possibility of an orgasm. She turned down a dark street, pulled over and turned off the lights. She looked around. Everything was dark and quiet. She slipped a finger under her panties and touched her swollen clit as she thought just how close she might have come to having another man's cock in her mouth. Her hips bucked, banging against the steering wheel as a huge wave of pleasure swept through her. Her head arched back in a silent scream as her whole body went warm and tingly. She didn't know if her eyes were open or not. All she could see was white light all around her. Her hips bucked a couple more times as she rode out the torrent. Then she collapsed, exhausted back into her seat. She sat there panting for a few minutes before she trusted herself to drive again. Oh, God, she thought as she drove away. She felt out of control. She needed to regroup. Sleep and collect her thoughts. She had to face Greg again tomorrow and the next day. She couldn't be thinking the thoughts she was thinking. She just couldn't. But, oh God, those thoughts were exciting. Julie Ch. 02 A true story from my past that has fueled many, many hours of private time since...picking up where Chapter 1 left off. * That one evening with Julie had been incredible, but confusing. There really hadn't been any conversation that night, Julie didn't really seem all that interested in talking about what it is we were doing and what it all meant. That is, if it meant anything. And while the rest of the three day weekend was good fun, our usual gang went to the beach, went to a ballgame and drank a lot of beer, Julie made only occasional appearances and never at a time that gave me an opportunity to talk to her. When it was time for me to head back to New York she wasn't around, so I said my goodbyes and started driving south. I enjoyed mentally recounting the events of Saturday night, but was still puzzled by her controlling behavior and had no idea if there would ever be anything more that would come from that evening. I certainly hoped so. I returned to my New York City life. I jumped back in to the grind at work, had a couple of dates the following week, and for all outside appearances was my normal self. But thoughts of Julie were always lingering, and my continued indifference to the girls I was meeting in New York was only worsened by that night after the beach bar. Early the next week, Tuesday night to be exact, I got back to my place pretty late. I worked late and was invited to a rooftop party in the city afterwards by a woman I had been out with a couple of times. I walked in to my apartment, dropping my briefcase and punched the button to listen to messages. There was only one and the voice made me stop right away. It was Julie in that distinctive deep throaty pitch. She told me she was going to be in New York the following weekend, not the city, but at her parents place north of the city off the Hudson River. I always knew Julie came from money, but never knew any of the details and had only a vague notion she was from New York. She was having a few friends together and invited me to come join. She added she knew it was a drive, it really wasn't, and invited me to 'throw some things in a bag and stay if you want.' The invitation was all very, well, confusing. But on the other hand, I was going to be in town. And, well you know the rest of my logic, of course I was going and of course I was going to bring some stuff. Saturday afternoon I drove out of the city and followed the river north. When I exited the highway in to Julie's family's village it was just as I suspected. Exclusive, big money looking. And as I followed the directions the homes got bigger, more stately. The landscaping followed suit, and finally I turned right past the stone pillars that marked their drive. I pulled up to a very nice house at the end of the long drive, not ostentatious, but very nice. I parked, left my bag in the car, and tried to figure out where I should go. I heard some voices over by the pool, so I followed them. I turned the corner of the house and found a group of a couple of girls lounging by the pool, apparently gossiping and laughing loudly. The make shift bar set up on a table near their lounge chairs make it clear that drinks had been flowing, and the girls were already quite comfortable for mid-afternoon. Julie was in the middle of the group, seemingly working through the same ritual of catching up with her New York friends that I went through when I arrived in Boston. I waited rather than interrupt her story, and quite honestly enjoyed the view. The girls weren't in swimwear, but it was a warm mid-September day and they were all in loose fitting summer wear. Finally Julie finished her story, complete with dramatic arm waving and theatrics, and noticed that I had wandered in. She smiled, and walked my way. 'So you found the place ok.' Julie gave me a friendly hug, a hug that didn't clear up any confusion about what we were doing, and grabbed my arm to as she playfully dragged me to introductions. The introductions were brief, and I have a terrible habit of not listening, so within a minute I couldn't have told you who was who. And Julie's introduction of me didn't give any indication of my role or status, it didn't help at all. The girls all had that look of good breeding and money, though they were all fairly average looking. One of the girls, Carolyn, was distinctive for having big boobs, but that was about it. Julie handed me her glass as she glanced around the table. 'Why don't you check if the girls need a refill while you are getting me one.' Again that way of telling people what to do as only she can...and yet we all do it. I should add Julie looked great. A short skirt showed off her long legs, and her top hung loosely giving regular flashes of cleavage. I did as I was told, and Carolyn held out her glass for a refill too. I thought I caught a twinkle from Carolyn, I couldn't tell if it was flirtatious or if she was enjoying watching me do Julie's bidding. But either way we both knew I was doing what Julie told me to do. A pitcher of some version of a margarita was already mixed at the makeshift bar, so I shook it in ice, poured and served. Carolyn was grateful, and went out of her way to bend over to reach for her glass. I got an intended eyeful of her generous bosom, and she smiled when I looked up. It was clear she had caught me peeking. Julie was chattering on her phone, and only gestured to a side table where I should put her glass. I had grabbed a beer for myself and went in search of an opener. The girls only stuck around for about another hour and a half or so. They liked to drink and laugh loudly, but as if on cue they all gathered their stuff and did a round of goodbye hugs before drifting off toward cars. Julie saw them off to the cars, then wandered back to the pool area where I had opened another beer. Now we were alone, truly alone, and I had no idea what would come next. I know what I hoped for, but was just as confused as ever. 'Did you bring stuff to stay tonight?' she asked. I only nodded, for some reason a little intimidated. 'Why don't you get your bag and bring it down here, you can stay in the guest cottage' Julie said with a wave to a small building adjacent to the pool area. I walked up to my car and grabbed my bag, then came back to the pool area to find Julie again on the phone, stretched out on a lounge chair. Her legs looked a mile long. She got off the phone, and said 'Italian?' in a tone that made it clear she had already made a reservation. 'There is a great casual place with a view of the river, you will love it.' There was a brief pause. 'Sit down, let's talk.' she said in a tone that made it clear I might finally be getting some insight as to what this what we doing, what this all meant. I sat on the side of the adjacent chaise, facing Julie. 'Ok, the sex was good.' she said in a tone that made it clear she was just getting started. 'You followed directions and worked hard, you still can do better, but it was a good first time. You cum really quickly, but most guys do the first time, and your dick is pretty small. But you are smart and funny. I like you, and you would be acceptable to my family.' I blushed, and blurted out something stupid like 'I'm flattered.' It was hard to process how bluntly Julie was talking through this weird appraisal of sorts. She was so plain spoken about sex, and it was clear that she was grading my abilities with absolutely no interest in what my thoughts were on the experience. But it was difficult to object, she knew she was hot and she knew how intensely pleasurable it had been for me. And, well, when she watched my dick get hard over and over the facts are pretty plainly obvious. Bottom line, she knew the deal. But it was still unsettling to listen to her talk so plainly about it. And it was all so emotionless and factual...who talks like this? Julie paused and looked around, I couldn't help but look at how her shirt draped over her bosom. 'Can you get my cigarettes off the bar' she asked. I knew that if I stood up my partial erection would likely be obvious, but as usual saying no was not an option. I walked over and retrieved her pack, as I handed them to her it was clear she had noticed my partial tent. 'Oh, can you get my lighter too.' She said, knowing I was embarrassed by my hardon. She took her lighter, extracted a cigarette and flicked the lighter. As she held up the lighter she took a deep inhale. I couldn't help but watch how her chest rose up high and full. 'So let me tell you how things work. I imagine I do things a lot differently than those blonde airheads you usually fuck, so let me lay it out for you. First of all, if you ever want to get my bra off again you will spend a lot of time on your knees like you did last week. Nothing happens unless a guy spends a lot of time down there with his tongue.' Julie paused for a moment, brought her cigarette to her mouth and seemed distracted. In some ways it was strange to hear her describe what was sounding like rules, this was all so emotionless, but her habit of telling people what to do made it all a little less bizarre than it would have been from someone else. She then turned back to me in focus. She smiled. ''You are awfully quiet.' 'I guess I've never heard anyone talk this way before' was all I could think to say. 'If you want I can stop, and we forget anything ever happened. Or do you want me to go on?' Before I could say anything Julie's eyes dropped to my waist. 'I have a feeling you want me to keep going'. I just nodded. It was obvious I was in over my head, but I had to pursue this. 'Ok. So like I said, you want to play, you are going to have to learn to love using that tongue of yours. But you need to understand, sometimes I am just in the mood to relax and let you get me off a few times...it doesn't always mean you are going to get to fuck. As a matter of fact about half the time I just want to get off a couple of times and that's enough for me. If you don't like that, and if I have to listen to you whine and complain that will be the end of it.' I was speechless, I had no idea what to say at this point, but it was also clear she was just getting started. Julie reached over and picked up her empty glass and handed it to me. I knew I had to refill her glass, and at this point couldn't even be embarrassed by being rock hard, fully erect. As I walked to the bar I made some pocket adjustments, there was no hope of hiding it. But at least I could be more comfortable. I emptied the pitcher of whatever it was the girls had been drinking, added some ice, and scurried back to the deck chairs. 'Thanks' Julie offered kind of halfheartedly. 'Yeah, so like I said, if you can't hack that giving me some tongue doesn't always mean you get to fuck, well ....' She just tailed off at the end, but her meaning was obvious. 'And don't ask me for a blowjob again. I mean, it's not like I've never sucked dick, but, well, I just shouldn't have to do that under the circumstances.' Her tone wasn't mean; in fact it was quite pleasant. But she was just so direct about it all. I had no idea what Julie meant by 'under the circumstances', but was didn't dare ask her or even say anything that could be construed as an objection. 'No problem, I understand' was all I could manage. 'Ok. Now, about these.' Julie hefted one of her breasts in each hand through her top. I inhaled sharply, and I know she noticed. 'No different than last time, you don't touch without permission. And don't be asking me all the time, there is no reason why we can't have a little play without you grabbing at them every time. As an occasional treat, that's fine. But most of the time, it's no.' Julie knew very well the impact of what she just said, and her nonchalance in taking her boobs off the table was frustrating and infuriating. And I had to admit that at that exact moment I wanted them so badly, and she knew it. And, she knew that I knew that she knew. And she knew I would sit there and nod my head like it was all the most reasonable thing in the world. And I did. Julie swung her legs over toward me, stood up and took my hand. I stood up and she gave me a long passionate kiss, pushing her body in to my hard cock. I groaned and pushed back. 'C'mon, and bring your bag' was all she said as she sauntered toward the poolside guest cottage. I scrambled for my bag and hustled after her. The guest cottage was very small, basically two bedrooms and a full bathroom with no kitchen or living space. In one of those bedrooms Julie turned to me and gently pulled my shirt up over my head. She had me kick of my sandals as she undid my belt and my shorts. She didn't comment this time as my shorts dropped and revealed my pre-cum spotted underwear. I tugged them off and put them in the bath while Julie slipped out of her shorts and laid back on the bed. I walked back in to bedroom with a stiff cock, and this time didn't wait to be directed. I got on my knees and put my head between her thighs. She touched my head gently, approvingly. I went to work, following the directions as I remembered them from the previous session. She did redirect me a little bit, but mostly kept one hand on the back of my head and murmured encouragement. She came powerfully several times; I wasn't surprised because she was already soaking wet when I started. And when she was done she gently pushed my head back, I didn't have to be told to get her cigarettes for her this time. She sat up; looking blissfully relaxed, and gazed briefly at my hard as steel cock. 'Let's get dressed and go have some dinner' she said, making it clear that this was my first lesson. I feigned casual acceptance, though I wanted to climb on top of her so badly. But I smiled and said 'Let's do that.' Dinner was a fog, and Julies low cut top didn't help the state I was in at all. Twice she playfully lifted my chin as a reminder not to stare at her cleavage. A few glasses of wine helped me relax from the stress of being so incredibly turned on without relief. Dinner was quite good, and the setting was as lovely as she had promised, but it was very difficult to think about anything but how badly I wanted her. When we left the restaurant and returned to the guest house Julie led me inside and called over her shoulder for me to get undressed as she disappeared in to the bathroom. I did as instructed, feeling a bit uncomfortable being hard when we hadn't even done anything yet. Julie slipped out of the bathroom; her eyes immediately went to my hardon. She pointed to the nightstand and said 'Tissues.' I was mortified by the strand of precum I was leaking again. Again Julie put me on my knees between her thighs; I prayed this wouldn't be another one way session. And mercifully after she quickly reached a fairly loud orgasm she pulled herself up on to her elbows, her shirt and bra still firmly in place. 'Go wash your face and climb up here with me.' I scurried off to the bathroom and washed up, and remembered this time to clean up the puddle I left on the floor as Julie watched from the bed with an amused grin. I climbed in to the bed and found Julies top was still on, knowing that meant her boobs were off limits. Julie wrapped herself around me and her hand found my stiff cock. I hissed as she whispered in to my ear 'Let's see if the little guy can last longer this time.' Her hand gripped my shaft and slowly pumped up and down, and I could feel I was already losing control. I tried to grab for her wrist but Julie sharply said 'Don't!'. I was only a couple of strokes away and we both knew it. My head slowly rolled back as Julie forced me over the edge. The first shot of cum hit my chin, followed by a more powerful second shot that hit my face. Julie steadily stroked me out as I moaned and left half a dozen globs of cum all over my face and chest. I settled in to the bed feeling strange mix of relief, disappointment and shame. Julie knew very well the effect her body had on me and was playing me like a fiddle. She let me rest for a minute or two, then rolled over and straddled my face, lowering her dripping box to my mouth. I didn't need to be told what to do, and started licking. Julie rode my tongue to two orgasms, or more accurately rode my whole face to two orgasms as she left me with a sore neck, jaw and tongue. My face was covered in her juices and my own cum. But still, the sight of her above me, her clothed breasts bouncing and swaying as she rode through her orgasm, left me with a throbbing erection once again. Julie finally dismounted my face, and drifted off to the bathroom. I heard water running, then she came back to the room now fully dressed again. Her bust still captivated me, but apparently wasn't in the cards for that night. Julie smiled as she looked at the carnage she was apparently leaving behind, me and the bed covered in her juices and my cum, with me naked and fully erect in the middle of it. 'You could use a shower' she said with a smug pride in what she had created. 'I will come down and get you for breakfast in the morning before you leave, get some rest.' With that she drifted off toward the house. I was shell shocked by all that had happened as I just continued to lie on the bed in the midst of the mess. My hand had drifted to my stiff cock without me realizing it, and I slowly stroked as I recounted the afternoon and evening. I had spent hours hard and desperately trying to figure the key to getting my hard cock inside Julie, and it never happened. She had used me for orgasm after orgasm of her own, never let me touch even her fully clothed boobs, for that matter I never got to see them either, and had only quickly jerked me off once. As my hands pace quickened I was sure she knew I was jerking off now, and wished I could have stopped in some kind of demonstration that she didn't control me. But that was impossible, as my pace and grip took me to a series of loud repeated blasts of cum. I showered that night and slept soundly on the side of the bed that wasn't completely trashed from the evening's activities. In morning I woke with full on boner and a stiff, sore jaw. I started to stroke myself to some relief, but made myself stop assuming Julie would arrive looking for some morning sex. So I shuffled off to the shower again with a stiff cock. The warm water and soap helped a little as I lingered and shaved under the hot streams. It felt good. Lost in the hot water loosening up my body I was startled when I heard Julies voice from the other side of the curtain. 'Are you spending the day in there, or are you interested in breakfast?' I jumped, but reflexively called back 'Be out in a second.' For some reason Julie has a way of making everyone not want to disappoint her, and I found myself hurrying and nervous. I turned off the water and peeked out to find the bathroom empty, so I grabbed my towel and quickly dried off, thinking of Julie in the next room and hoping she would be in the mood for a morning quickie. The thought had a near immediate effect on my cock, and as I dried off it made an inevitable climb to pointing skyward. I didn't want to walk out of the bathroom with an erection, but I couldn't very well stay in the bathroom with my clothes in the bed room, so I did the best to conceal my condition with the towel wrapped around my waist, and walked in to the bedroom. Julie was sitting in the overstuffed chair in the corner with the television on, her bare feet tucked under her. She was wearing a well-worn pair of comfortable jeans and had dropped her sandals on the floor. But on top she wore a very tight white t-shirt, straining to contain her bust. Her breasts were so big and so full in that top, I couldn't help but stare. But then anyone would have done the same. For her part Julie didn't look up at first, focused on whatever was on television. But when she did she immediately looked at the obvious tent in the front of my towel, then looked up and smiled. Julie Ch. 02 'The place we are going will require more than a towel, so you might want to pick a different outfit' she said with a smug smile that made it clear that she knew I wanted sex and equally clear that she had just told me I wasn't getting any . I grabbed a pair of chinos and a shirt out of my bag and started to go back to the bathroom to dress. 'Aren't we shy all of a sudden.' Julie said in a bit of a challenging tone. 'I think I've seen it before.' She added, making it clear she meant it. I really couldn't think of any reason why I couldn't dress in front of her, but really didn't want to drop my towel and show her my hard on. I felt like it would be telling her she won again in some odd way. So I started to stammer something without having even decided what I was going to say. Julie cut me off. 'I've seen it hard before too, and maybe if you play your cards right I might see it hard again.' She knew she won with that last part, and I dropped the towel and got dressed...a bit awkwardly around my stiff cock. When I was dressed Julie looked at me appraisingly, then stood up and walked over to me. With her hand behind my head she gave me a long passionate kiss, her full breasts pushed in to me and her right hand snaked down and gripped my hard shaft through my pants. She broke the kiss and licked my ear, whispering 'You did well yesterday, was it good for you?' Was it good for me? I spent so long on my knees on the hardwood floor, licking her to orgasm after orgasm followed by an embarrassingly quick hand job. She rode my face so hard my jaw and nose ached this morning. And I never got to see or touch her spectacular breasts. And yet her commanding presence, her ability to get anyone to do what she wants, and her hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft ignored all of that. 'Yes, it was so good.' Julie kissed me deeply, continuing to push her chest in to me as she gave my cock a few quick strokes through my pants. I groaned and buckled a little, but she withdrew and grabbed her bag, making it clear we were going to breakfast. Julie and I did go out for a very pleasant long breakfast. The events of the previous 24 hours had taken their toll, and the way her super snug t-shirt highlighted her bust was maddening, but we did spend the time getting to know each other better and in a way we never had before. We were only casual friends in a group, and had somehow moved from that to this unconventional sexual relationship over the last few weeks, but had really spent very little time talking. I had always liked Julie, she was smart and funny and very intellectually curious. Though it was very difficult to relax and talk as friends when my desperation to get her bra off was always right there in the front of my mind. Well, more accurately they were right there in front of my face and there was nothing I could do about it. Over breakfast she asked me to join her as her date for a friend's wedding in New Jersey in two weeks. She needed a presentable guy to impress her friends, though she did throw in a dig that had not come up all weekend. 'In a jacket and tie I know you will impress my friends, and they won't know you have a little one.' I don't know if I would have had the guts to try to defend myself in some way, but the waitress arrived just then, making it impossible to retort. The waitress refilled Julie's coffee and scurried off, neglecting my nearly empty cup, but as usual Julie has that effect on people. Julie turned back to me and said 'So, you're coming to the wedding?' I couldn't answer fast enough.''Of course' though her question felt like it had already been decided. 'Great. Why don't you get a hotel room for us nearby. Two weeks from now, by then you will probably need a break from fucking your flat chested blonde sorority chicks anyway...' she said with an evil grin. Once again I didn't know how to respond. Should I protest that they aren't all flat chested, should I protest that I am not that shallow, should I protest that she hadn't let me fuck her this weekend? I kind of sat open mouthed as Julie chuckled, then announced she had to get back. We made our way back to my car on this beautiful morning, and I finally couldn't help it. I blurted out 'Are we dating, or what are we doing?' Julie, as usual, parried effectively. 'Why, do you want to be dating? ' So now I was on the spot, and had no idea what the right answer was, but I did know the effect her body and the last 24 hours was having on me. 'Well, umm, well yes, I guess.' Julie laughed. 'Well that sounded convincing. Yes, I guess?' 'Ok, well, yes, I do want to date.' Julie just smiled. 'Do you really want to date, or do you just like seeing me mostly naked?' 'Julie, please stop the games, what are we doing?' I managed a tone that was about halfway between irritated and joking. Julie sat down on sidewalk bench, then fished through her bag and took out her cigarettes. She extracted one and lit up, sending a long elegant exhale skyward. 'I'm not real big in to dating, certainly not exclusively. 'She took a pause, like she was in no real hurry to talk about this. 'I have some guy friends; they all have different roles in my life. You make a great date to take out in public, you're funny and fun. And you work hard in bed so the sex isn't bad.' There are many ways to say the phrase 'isn't bad'. It can be said in an uplifting way that makes it clear 'isn't bad' means 'is really good'. It can be said in tone that's positive, as if to say 'that will work'. But this tone was different, it was once again Julie's way of telling you that she will direct and judge you in the bedroom, and isn't interested in the least in your feedback. In this case 'isn't bad' meant she was completely comfortable telling me 'the sex isn't great but since you do what I tell you to do it meets some needs.' It was humiliating to hear, but as she leaned back in the morning sunshine on that bench with her bustline wrapped in white cotton straining to contain its contents she looked so hot. And she knew it. And so when she told me I wasn't very good in bed and that I have a small cock all I could think was how to elevate my standing in her eyes so I could get invited to her bed again. 'So I guess that's it, if that makes any sense. I want to see you from time to time, and we live a few hours away from each other anyway, so y'know. I told you I'm not like other girls when it comes to sex and you kind of saw how it is.' Julie has just done a masterful job of talking, and not clearing up anything at all. Or maybe she had. But then after a long pause, she talked again. 'Ok, there is something else. I kind of said it a couple of times, but let's just put it out there. Look, I have a strong preference for guys who are really well endowed. It is what it is, that's just what I like. I mean, well I don't care what they say, size does matter. And it isn't just me, girls who tell you otherwise either have never been with a guy who is big, or they are just lying to you. Whatever. ' Julie didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable with the conversation, but she stopped and took out her cigarettes again and lit up another one. 'So it's not like I only fuck guys who are huge, though that would be nice but guys are more than just their dick. But a guy has to be at least average or a little bigger for me to be interested. Guys don't like to hear it, but let's face it...I bring it, they need to too.' I was stunned by her openness, and without taking time to think about it blurted out the question...'So, what does that mean for me?' Julie took a long, deep inhale and stared off. 'It's not like I'm telling you something you don't know, you have a small one. I mean I can do average, but you aren't there. I mean I feel bad, I feel bad for guys with little ones because it's not like you can go get like a boob job and buy a big one. And on top of having a little one, you shoot really fast, it's actually kind of funny. So, you know...' And she just drifted off. I did take Julie to the wedding two weeks later. I picked her up at her parent's house on Saturday morning early to make the drive to New Jersey for the late afternoon wedding; she had driven down from Boston the night before. I was a little anxious on my way to pick her up, if I thought I didn't understand what we were doing before, now it was basically hopeless. Though I suspected that after I posed as her respectable date for the wedding this was probably it for us. Julie was in a great mood when I arrived; she was excited for what promised to be a lavish wedding and had a new dress she couldn't wait to wear. She gave me a hug and warm kiss, then quizzed me on what I brought to wear, and apparently was more than satisfied with my answer. She, as usual, looked great in a pair of jeans and a snug sleeveless top. We drove to the hotel that was two towns over from the wedding site, it was about an hour's drive and I stole occasional glances at the small window around the armhole of her shirt that gave a view of her bra. We checked in to a lovely room and Julie was actually appreciative and grateful for my choice, not a sentiment she expressed often. I carried both our bags in so Julie could carry her dress, and she laid her dress across the bed as she sunk down into it. 'oooh, this is a nice bed. Who knows, if you impress my friends maybe you will get lucky in it later.' Julie surveyed the room, spying the mini-bar. 'Pour me a glass of white wine, we have some time to relax before we have to leave.' Julie took over the spacious bathroom, and I brought her a glass of Chardonnay. 'Can you unpack my bag for me while I do this, it doesn't take guys any time to get ready.' Julie smiled as she asked, and then put her hand behind my head as she leaned in for a long passionate kiss. I stumbled out of the bathroom, and put Julie's bag on the bed to unpack. We were only there overnight and her dress and toiletries were separate, so it was a small bag. On top were a pair cotton slacks and a dressy t-shirt top that I set on the bed. Underneath were some panties, very nice and lacey a pair in black and in white, but panties have never been my thing. But underneath those were two bras, again black and white. My cock stiffened a little just looking at them, and when I reached in to take them out it stiffened further. The thought of the precious cargo these garments carry had me a bit flushed. I looked quickly to see if Julie was still in the bathroom, and then ran my hands all over them trying to imagine them full as I did it. My fingers brushed the tag and I flipped it over and held the black one up to look. 36 D it read. 'Are you done with those, I kind of need the black one?' Julie's voice snapped me from my fog, and I was mortified that I had been caught. Julie gestured toward my tented slacks. 'Don't get any ideas; we have a wedding to go to.' Julie emerged 15 minutes later in a gorgeous black dress and heels. The bra she took from me combined with the dress to create spectacular cleavage. 'Wow, you look great' I blurted out. She smiled, but it wasn't a grateful smile, it was more of an 'I know that' smile. I stared long and appreciatively, and I could feel my cock shifting and appreciating the view as well. We made a good looking couple, and the wedding was an old money spectacular. We danced; we drank good booze and ate great food. And I believe I was sufficiently impressive a date for her friends, so I did my job. At Julie's suggestion I danced with a high school girlfriend of hers, Tess, a smoking hot blonde with a lithe, models figure. Julie had already had many glasses of wine, so was even more outspoken that usual. So as she nudged me toward her friend she stage whispered a catty warning. 'You watch it; she comes off all proper and snooty, but screws around on her husband big time.' Her husband was overseas, leaving Tess to attend solo. Tess used the private moment on the dance floor to quiz me on details of my relationship with Julie, but since I really couldn't explain something I didn't understand myself I came across as a discrete gentleman. She was gorgeous, and had that waif like build I chased regularly in Manhattan. Just having my hand on the small of her back was very pleasant. As the song wound down Tess figured out she wasn't going to get any useful details from me. So as the final notes played Tess reached up and put her hand gently on my cheek. 'You be careful, it takes a special guy to be able to handle dating Julie.' Tess leaned in and gave me a quick thank you peck on the cheek. When I returned I thought Julie would quiz me on what Tess had said, but she showed no interest. After an appearance at a post reception party we made our way back to the hotel. Julie had been touchy and casually affectionate all evening, so I was hopeful those were signals of what was to come. In the hotel elevator Julie pushed me up against the wall; she had more than enough wine that night and was even more brash and bossy than normal. Her body pressed in to mine as she kissed me long and hard. 'I am so fucking horny, are you going to take care of me tonight? I know you know how...' She didn't wait for an answer, she knew what it was. 'You've been staring at my boobs all night, it's about time I got some payback' she said as she ground her hips in to mine. I had to admit she was right, presented in that dress they were spectacular, but I thought I had been a little discrete. I grabbed her ass as I pushed my hardening cock into her as we kissed passionately. The elevator reached our floor and the door opened, it nearly closed again before I stuck my foot in it and it popped open. Julie laughed as we stumbled out of the elevator. 'Good thing you caught the door or we might have ended up doing it on the elevator floor.' We got in the room and Julie pushed me up against the door, again kissing me with passion as her hand found my cock and rubbed through my suit pants. I came so close to reaching up and grabbing her breast, but just didn't dare, but the view down her dress showed nearly all of her overflowing bra. Julie turned her back to me and stuck her butt in to my crotch and wiggled lewdly. 'Be a gentleman and unzip me.' I was only too happy to assist. 'Why don't you get me a glass of wine, then get out of that suit' she said over her shoulder as she headed for the bathroom. I knew she didn't need any more wine, but wasn't about to say no. I poured Julie's wine and set it on the nightstand, then slipped off my suit jacket as I kicked off my shoes. My dress pants followed then the tie and the shirt as I struggled with the cufflinks. As I pulled my undershirt off I couldn't help but think once again I would be greeting Julie with a stiff cock, desperate for her favor. I was sliding off my briefs, this time the combination of the alcohol and past experience putting me beyond the embarrassment I felt the first few times I was with her. Julie emerged from the bathroom in just her bra and panties. The sight was incredible; both were in black satin and lace and looked perfect against her pale skin. The panties where high cut and flattering. The bra jutted out proudly, presenting her big bust perfectly. I couldn't help myself and blurted out 'WOW'. Julie swayed her hips as she walked over to me, saying 'You like?'. As she got closer her hands rose up and cupped each of her breasts and pushed them up and together, causing me to inhale sharply. 'I thought you might enjoy seeing a little more of the girls.' She let them drop and I watched as their heft bounced in her bra. Julie reached over and wrapped her hand around my hard shaft, then led me to the bed by my cock. She stood at the edge of the bed and looked in to my eyes as she tickled my cock with her fingertips. 'You know what to do...' I sunk to my knees again as she wriggled out of her panties. She parted her thighs and I gently eased in and started the process she had taught me, taking her through three sets of thrashing, gushing orgasms over about 20 minutes. She sent me to clean up as she pulled back the sheets, my face was soaked. When I returned Julie's eyes invited me in to climb in with her. As I slid under the sheets, careful not to snag my stiff cock, I rolled toward her. Julie again pushed up her bra covered breasts and we both looked down toward them. 'You can look, but you can't touch' she instructed. 'Julie, please, why?' I blurted out without thinking, clearly taking a risk with my cock so stiff and unrelieved. 'Oh you know why...' was all she said as her hand drifted down to my cock and she started stroking it with two fingers. Her message was clear, and it was pointless to argue. 'Now be good, you still have work to do.' I climbed on top and Julie let me inside her. As I sunk in I hissed from the intense pleasure, and took a long moment to savor that before withdrawing and starting to stroke in to her. Predictably, once again I shot very quickly. Julie didn't try to hide her laugh as I unloaded. She took a brief break to drink about half of her glass of wine. She brought her mouth to my ear and started whispering about who much more work I had to do, and combined with her fingernail lightly tickling my cockhead brought me back to full hardness. She peeked under the covers, and invited me to try again. I lasted quite a bit longer this time, incredible because she was so tight and warm and wet. But I never did get her to orgasm from all of my thrusting, in fact Julie just watched me with an amused smile. Her condescending smile told me she knew she was doing me an incredibly generous favor, and I couldn't argue. I took my weekend to escort her to the wedding, paid for a hotel room, acted as the model boyfriend, and serviced her as directed. And she let me fuck her twice, but with the clear stipulation I couldn't touch her boobs that I had drooled over all night. And we both knew I got a good deal. After I shot a second big load Julie moved me down to lick her to another orgasm, gently teasing me about having to swallow all of my cum again. In the morning Julie roused me and sent me downstairs for coffee, then invited me to spend a little time licking her again to start her day. Of course I did, and when she was fully satisfied it was obvious she didn't plan to reciprocate in any way. In fact she had me come up and sit with her and have coffee while we plotted our return to her parent's home, seemingly oblivious to my cock tenting the sheet in front of her. She got up and in to the shower, I lingered in the bed and jerked off discretely, then flushed the tissues. I'm sure she knew what I did. That was the end for Julie and me. I took her to dinner once after that when I was in Boston. At the end of dinner we sat on the outdoor patio and had an after dinner drink and she enjoyed a leisurely cigarette. I knew I would be taking her home next, and basically begged her for sex, which only got an amused smile from her. Julie enjoyed how badly I wanted her, and enjoyed saying no. Julie married about a year later, married a guy I had never met, and moved on with her life. She still haunts me... Julie Ch. 02 Swirling in front of the full-length mirror, admiring myself, I checked out the "little black dress" that all well-dressed women must have in order to complete a well-rounded wardrobe. A slight flared hem stopping just north of my knees, matching heels and a single strand around my slender neck completed the picture. I'd had my hair piled-up earlier at the hairdresser's and she'd left a few stylish tendrils flying around my face. I thought I looked sexy. Apparently, so did my husband. Mark came up behind me, looking handsome in his tux. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my butt against his groin. He nuzzled my neck, biting my ear playfully. "You look hot," he said. I rolled my ass against him suggestively. "You want to be late?" He backed away, laughing. "It took me fifteen minutes to tie the damned bowtie and get into this tux. I don't dare take anything off. How 'bout a rain-check until after the party?" It'd been two months since my trip to Manhattan - my one and only extramarital affair with a total stranger. The whole thing had been unexpected, unplanned, and must've amounted to something like all the planets being lined up in some strange and mysterious manner that caused such abnormal behavior in an otherwise devoted and faithful wife. That's the only way I can explain it. I agree, it doesn't make sense to me either but despite that awful chapter in my life I had somehow managed to put it behind me and guiltily continue my married life relatively unscathed. Ever since straying from the narrow path however, I have gone overboard to please Mark in any way I could. If he wanted sex right now I'd simply slip out of my little black dress and mess up my expensive hair-do. After my disgraceful conduct during that trip I owed him that much. "The partners will be there, plus a couple new clients. Mr. Scott will also be coming. He can be an insufferable bore, but just ignore him staring at your cleavage every time he gets a chance. If we get the little toad's account we'll increase our bottom line by thirty percent." I didn't care for Mark's parties. They were almost always large stuffy affairs, but if he wanted me to go and look pretty I owed him that much. We showed up fashionably late, was handed a wine glass by a pretty girl in a short maid's outfit, and I took the opportunity to glance around the mansion's large ball-room. The usual people were there, Mark's two business partners, Thomas and Barry. Barry was senior partner and owned the expansive mansion their partnership held all these type parties. It was just a big ugly place with nice lawn manicuring, as far as I was concerned. I much preferred our house in the gated community to this. I saw Barry's trophy wife and her younger tramp sister, both in low-cut gowns with a cluster of men around them as usual. There were some company senior staff members, our attorney and his wife, and a few close friends of the three partners. The ones I didn't know were probably the new clients Mark mentioned, or some of the other staff I hadn't met. Men wore either black tux or white dinner jackets. The women were in gowns or little black dresses like mine. Shit, we were all so predictable. Mark led me straight to a group of three men; I recognized Barry and our attorney, but not a short, overweight man with thick wet lips. I already knew this must be Mr. Scott because his eyes never left my bosom as Mark introduced us. His hand felt damp and limp. Everything about him looked damp and limp. After a few too long minutes of making small talk and never making eye contact with Mr. Scott, my husband took my elbow and led my away to meet other people. "What a despicable little troll," I whispered. Mark laughed. "That despicable little troll is worth about a billion dollars, and if we get his account tonight I won't have to work so hard." A different girl with a tray of drinks took our half-filled glasses and gave us fresh ones in return as Mark led me toward another group. It was the one with Barry's wife and her sister. Ugh. There were four men in the group, all I imagined, trying to smell the sister's panties and be the lucky one to get into them this evening. It was the worst kept secret in the crowd that Barry's friends were getting more from his bride and her sister, than he was. The sisters weren't too coy about it either. That's what made being in their company so uncomfortable, I guess. All but one of the men had their backs toward us and I recognized the firm's accountant, a young Hispanic from Cuba, who looked like he could be a professional dancer. One of the others was very tall and muscular, mocha-skinned, with short buzz-cut. As the other two turned to greet us, I saw they also worked for the firm. I wasn't prepared for the third guy, the tall one, nearly dropping my wine glass as Mark said, "Julie, I want you to meet Paul, our newest client. He wised up and came over to us about a month ago from Manhattan. Paul, my wife Julie." Through the loud ringing inside my head as my small hand was swallowed in his large warm one, I heard Paul's deep voice, "Well you said she was a beauty, Mark, but I can see now that your assessment was grossly understated." I could barely breathe as I tried calming my runaway heartbeat. My hands trembled slightly as I took a sip of wine to collect my thoughts and gain strength in my shaky legs. I must have said all the right things but don't remember much of our "introduction." After getting through the denial phase of Paul's actually being here, I found that along with my acceptance of it, was a growing anger. As I collected my thoughts I saw Tammy the Vamp, move closer to Paul and her sister take Mark's arm stating he should "Help her find another drink somewhere." Upon their departure, the group went back to small talk, and I intentionally did not meet Paul's eyes. I did see Tammy's long leg brushing against Paul's leg repeatedly in invitation, and for some reason I wanted to scratch her eyes out. Suddenly Paul reached out and grasped my elbow firmly. "Speaking of drinks, my Lady, it looks like we both need a refill. Come on, I'll help you find a waiter," he said leading me away from the group. Tammy had already moved closer to the young Cuban. Paul snagged two wineglasses as the maid walked past, maneuvered us into a corner and waited. "You bastard," I hissed. "You fucking bastard." "Good to see you, too. You look beautiful." I wasn't going to be placated by his smooth voice. "What are you doing here, Paul? What were you thinking?" After that last evening I'd spent being fucked half to death by Paul in my hotel room, I arose the following morning and flushed the business card he'd left. I intentionally did not memorize his phone number or his last name. I did not want to remember it after I'd returned home because I knew the temptation to call him would be far too great for me after what I'd experienced with him those two nights in Manhattan. As it was, I'd nearly climbed the walls dreaming about him, fantasizing about what we'd done, wanting him so much it was difficult to function. Somehow I had gotten past the hard part, put it behind me and worked even harder to make my marriage work. Now, here he was. "You stalked me, didn't you?" "Yes. But let me explain please. You got under my skin. I couldn't think about being with anyone else after you left, so I got a copy of the conference schedule and tracked you down. I didn't intend to do anything about it. I just wanted to know you were alright. I found your husband's firm on the NET and saw they were looking for companies like mine for clients. I called Barry and things just developed." "Well, un-fucking-develop-them, then." "Can't," Paul smiled. "I signed a three year contract." "You . . . you . . ." "Bastard?" he smiled. I saw Mark looking my way with a puzzled expression. When I laughed like Paul had just said something funny, he smiled and turned back to his conversation with Mr. Scott. The whole scene took on a surreal affect as I stood there alone with Paul, and sixty other people moving around us engaged in their own world. Paul jolted me back when he said, "I fell for you, Julie. You don't have to worry about me upsetting the apple cart for you. I won't pressure you for any kind of relationship. I just want to be close, to see you once in a while like this and know that you're happy. I give you my word." I glared at him some more, then walked away. I could feel him staring at my back. Barry came over, hitting on me as always. He'd give anything to get into my pants, but he knew that was never going to happen. That didn't stop him from trying every time he was alone with me, though. "That big black guy coming on to you?" he said, twitching an eyebrow like Groucho Marx. "You know what they say about them guys." ""Is sex the only thing you have on your mind, Barry?" "It is when I'm around you." Mark saw me alone with Barry and knew what went on, so I gave him the high sign. He walked over. "Barry, let me dance with my bride." We danced a slow song, talking about Barry's distasteful behavior, and Mr. Scott wanting to get together at his hotel room after the party. Mark said, "It's a thirty minute drive to his hotel, so Paul offered to drive you home since he's staying at the resort nearby. I'll be a couple hours, but I think Scott is ready to sign." The song ended and he walked back to join Mr. Scott's crowd again before I could even protest. Things began breaking up just before midnight. I was trying to dodge Barry behind the huge ice sculpture, when I saw Mark coming toward me with Paul in tow. "Here's your ride," he said with a grin. "Oh that's not necessary, really," I replied. "I can just as easily catch a cab home. I don't want to put anyone out." "Nonsense, Hon. Paul is only ten minutes away, and I don't trust cabs late at night." If he only knew who he could trust, I thought. It seemed settled, so I found myself walking to Paul's rented auto a few minutes later. It was a large luxury model, and it had to be for his size. He opened my door and I hesitated. "No hanky-panky, Paul." "Absolutely," he promised. "I mean it." "I know you do. I'll behave. Haven't I all night?" I got in and stared out my window, motionless. Hardly a word was spoken during the fifteen minute drive to my house, but I could feel him sitting next to me, his heat radiating, his cologne caressing my nostrils, sensing the movement of his hands as he drove. I wondered if he could hear my heart pounding away inside my chest, sense my arousal, or more likely, smell me. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and felt myself flushing. His brown face was etched in stone, the large pools of his dark eyes staring unblinkingly at the night road, hands gripping the wheel as if afraid to relax them. I could see the stress was as bad for him as I was for me. My gaze drifted downward and I could also see I wasn't the only one aroused. God help me get home quickly, I silently pleaded. "Julie . . ." "Please, Paul. Don't . . ." He drove in silence after that as I screamed inside my head that I would not let anything happen between us. It would not! Paul pulled up in my drive and turned off the key. The house looked dark and forbidding and I could see I'd forgotten to leave the porch light on. Paul got out and opened my door before I could protest. "I'll walk you to the door," he stated. "Once you're safely inside, I'll leave." We have a long sidewalk entry with scrubs lining both sides clothed in shadows, and his hand on my arm suddenly felt reassuring. Inside the portico it was nearly dark because the streetlights didn't shine there, so I fumbled for my cell phone to turn off the alarm. I found it and punched in the code. He stood so close I could feel his body heat, smell him, making my knees tremble. Then I simply gave up the struggle. With a small cry I threw myself into his arms, our open mouths crushing together hungrily - tongues touching, rolling and playing together happily. Paul groaned his need into my open mouth. I tasted his warm breath, drinking it in, licking, biting sucking his mouth hungrily unable to halt the sounds escaping my throat. I felt his strong hands on my butt, pulling me against the wooden spike pressing against my stomach. We were like two starving animals who'd suddenly found a pool of cool water, drinking deeply of it. We kissed for a long time. Weak in the knees, gasping for breath I finally pushed him away, turned and quickly opened the door. "Come inside before someone drives past," I told him. He stepped inside, closed the door and roughly pulled me against him again, his hungry mouth seeking mine. His mouth, his tongue his lips tasted delicious, and I realized I'd been starving for them all night. He kissed me until I was weak, his lips finding that sensational spot at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. He licked down to my cleavage as I hastily pulled the black dress down to give him better access. He lifted me, sucked in a nipple into his mouth and bit it softly as I cried out, clutching the back of his head. Wrapping one leg around his to pull his hardness tighter against my crotch, I moaned with pleasure. He was dominant in his needs - taking control. I was submissive, but I'm doubtful I could've stopped him even if I'd wanted to, which I didn't. I pressed my hands against his chest, pushing away as his face registered confusion, frustration. I smiled and held out my hand, he took it and I led him up the stairs to my bedroom. I could no more stop this act now then I could've stopped the world from spinning. I walked to the center of the room and dropped the black dress in a puddle around my feet. The bra and panties followed. Crawling into the middle of the king-sized bed I shared with my husband, I sit and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, discarding his trousers and shorts, the long hard shaft between his legs jerking upward as it was released from its confines. I realized my mouth was watering. He climbed onto the foot of the bed and I hurriedly crawled to meet him, my hungry mouth finding his cock, sucking it in. I was so excited I felt as if I would pass out, trembling all over, my mind empty except for what I was doing. Nothing in the world mattered except the huge piece of warm mahogany meat I was struggling to get all the way down my working throat. I fought to keep from swooning, as light-headedness threatened to overcome me. Choking and gagging I pulled off, took a deep breath and swallowed it again. I sucked until slobbers ran down the sides of my face, dripping onto the bed spread. I didn't care. All I wanted was to force his ejaculation, taste it on my tongue, swallow it, letting him know that I was his - his to do whatever he wanted. I groaned in frustration as I felt him pushing me off, pulling my joy from my mouth, pushing me onto my back. "I want that pussy," he gritted out. "I've been dreaming about it for two months." I opened my legs, making it easier for him as he inched forward and placed the head of his cock at my opening, holding it there. "Yes," I whispered. "Yes, do me. Make love to me." Paul grinned down at me. "I'm not gonna make love to you woman. I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop." "Then fuck me! Hurry!" And he did. He slammed that big black cock into me so hard it scooted me several inches toward the headboard. I screamed as he hammered into me once, twice, three times. I could tell he still wasn't all the way in because it didn't bang into my exposed cervix like before. I knew it would though before we were through. He paused, staring down at me. "Miss that black cock, Baby?" I whimpered, too overcome to get a single word out. He pulled all the way out, held my hips and hammered into me again as he pulled my hips up to meet his thrust. This time he hit bottom and I cried out in pain - but there was pleasure too, and the pleasure far outweighed any discomfort I felt. He settled into a rhythm, resting with his elbows locked, hands on each side of my head. I picked up his rhythm, lifting and rolling my ass with his manipulations, making little sounds of pleasure as he stroked his foot-long cock into my vulnerable womb. I stared up at his glistening black face, the strain and urgency there, matching my own. Right then I admitted to myself that I loved this man. I belonged to him. Then that thought slid away, replaced by the explosion building in the pit of my belly. "You're mine," he said softly. I didn't answer, concentrating on my expanding orgasm. He drove his cock into me like a bolt of lightning. "Say it!" "Yes," I whispered. "I'm yours. I'm your woman." He grinned, redoubling his efforts, and I climaxed in a kaleidoscope of colors and explosions racking my body over and over again as I clung to Paul, sobbing, trying to climb his body as I clutched him between my legs and with both arms. Somehow his mouth found mine and I sobbed into it. "Paul . . . oh god . . . yes, please . . ." I don't know what I was pleading for, my words becoming incoherent as my mind slipped away into darkness. Later as we lay gasping for breath, I whispered, "I'm dead. You killed me." He laughed softly. "Not yet, but I plan to fuck you to death given time." I found enough strength to throw one leg over his body, snuggling closer against his wet chest. I licked a drop of sweat running down his nipple, savoring it. Paul finally stirred and crawled out of bed as I reached for him in an attempt to keep him from leaving. "Look at the clock, Baby. Out of time. Hubby will be here anytime and my car is in his driveway." I knew he was right but I was still disappointed we wouldn't have all night to explore each other. Dressed, he sat on the side of the bed and pulled me close once more, kissing my hair, face, eyes and lips softly. "I'll call you tomorrow and we'll talk." A short time later I heard his car start up and drive away. I lay stunned and still quivering from the high he'd given me, feeling his cum oozing from my used opening. I suddenly wanted to rub it all over my body, to mark myself as belonging to him. What I really needed to do was get up go to the bathroom and clean up, but I still felt too weak to move. I'd take a few minutes to rest first. I dozed off and twenty minutes later, Mark arrived. Pretending sleep, I heard him undressing in the bathroom. Shit, I hoped the bedroom and I didn't still smell like sex! Then I heard him stagger and bang against the nightstand trying to get into bed. He was drunk. I lay motionless, pretending to be sleeping, praying he was too drunk to realize his loving wife had just fucked another man in his own bed, like a common whore. God, the sheets were still damp! Rough hands groped me, grabbing my breasts, pulling the nipples until I moaned in pain. "Hi baby, I'm home. We got the sonofabitch's signature on the fucking dotted line!" A wet kiss slid over my lips as I moaned softly, pretending to be still half-asleep, hoping he'd relent and leave me alone just for this one night. That wasn't going to happen, as he slid his hand down my body, cupping my vagina and squeezing roughly. "Ah, what's this? Baby's wet. Waiting for hubby, huh?" His words were slurred as though he were speaking around a swollen tongue. His wet mouth sucked on my nipples for a few moments, then licked down my stomach toward my recently used vagina. In panic, I clutched his hair and attempted to pull him back up. "Ooooh, Honey," I moaned in faked passion. "Just fuck me hard. I need it so bad." He was simply too strong and in his drunken state, too insistent. His mouth finally attached itself to my sloppy pussy, devouring it. I could hear him slurping and licking loudly as I felt my stomach lurch, as though I might be sick. I didn't want this. I didn't want to intentionally degrade my husband! Okay, I'm a bitch but not that much of one! Tears flooded my eyes as I fought back a sob, but then something else threatened to invade my thoughts. Julie Ch. 02 I felt his tongue exploring the inside walls of my vagina, his lips capturing my clit, sucking it, biting it gently. Mark had never been one for performing oral sex. It must have been the excitement of signing such a large contract combined with all the booze he'd had. Suddenly he was driving me out of my mind with his manipulations. I groaned, clutching his hair with both hands and pulling his face deeper into my open core. "Ooooo, baby . . . yes . . . . yes." I whimpered. I was going to cum at any moment, flood his mouth with it, I couldn't help myself. It hit hard, shuddering, shaking, tremblingly hard, as I whimpered and cried throughout my orgasm. His tongue was suddenly gone and I felt him hovering over me as he fumbled to insert his cock inside. I reached down to help him, found his cock and placed it inside my opening. It felt very small. I was instantly ashamed by the thought. He thrust forward a couple times, and then his entire body just went limp. After a moment of not moving, I heard faint snores coming from him. I felt like crying. Julie Ch. 03 A yawn shouldn't be able to startle patrons of a popular bar, or so Peter had said years ago. But tonight was a crowd going against the rule. No baseball game, no football game, and no hockey game meant no one would be coming apart from the regulars and the depressed. Christmas had come and gone as had New Years leaving the depression the grey days January brought. He braced himself for the worst and couldn't stop smirking when the best case scenario walked in mumbling about the damn Christmas decorations still being up. Walt came in just about every week since Peter and his brother, Christopher, had opened the bar. C&P had a good following in the community and Walt was their good luck charm, or so Christopher always quipped. He walked in on the first day, drank his beer, told a story or two, picked the best barstool and became a permanent fixture at the bar. While Walt would steadily nurse a pint, Peter generally would be treated with the most amazing stories of Walt's colorful past. Peter figured he was getting a little lonely at home. Walt's wife had died about a year and a half ago and he was rapidly approaching sixty all alone. So the number of social visits to the bar had begun to increase just to keep tabs on his favorite barkeep. "Hey, Old Man." Peter poured a pint of Walt's favorite beer and placed it at his usual barstool. "How's life?" "For an old man, life is good. You get to sit in the park and look at the pretty ladies without getting arrested, discounts for all your favorite vices, and enough stories to drive an insomniac to his bed. How is life on the other side of the bar?" Walt began his long ritual of nursing his drink and munching on the free peanuts. "Okay. Chris is off tonight and I haven't much to do." Peter gestured at the ten or so occupants quietly indulging in solitude. "And Chris was talking the other day about hiring some help for the crazy amount of people that come here." Somehow Walt found this amusing and was cackling his old-man laugh when the door to the bar opened. The wind swept in as Peter spotted a young woman and a man come in. They looked around and grabbed a small table. She carried a large black book and he seemed to be familiar with her as he began chatting gaily. Her blonde hair hung around her shoulders in a natural, unkempt way almost as if she were hiding from someone while her clothes made a statement. It screamed "Sexy in pajamas" to Peter. "I'm so glad you decided to do something I told you to – it shows some type of respect for my judgment that I find so endearing." The man smiled roguishly. "Don't give yourself so much credit. Maybe I just want to avoid talking to you," she countered. Peter looked at the girl and forgot to breathe for he didn't know how long. She seemed so sad but the melancholy expression did nothing to mar her pretty features or distract Peter from gazing at the rest of her body appreciatively. Strangely he couldn't help but dislike the man she was sitting with – they must have come here for a business meeting and/or a quick date. Tall, dark, and handsome was the summation. Either she is unattainable or I'm going to have some competition. Just then, Walt began to cackle again, jarring Peter out of his reverie. "You might want to ask if she wants something to drink, young man. You might not get another chance." "I have no idea what you are talking about. Seeing things again, Old Man?" Peter refilled the peanut bowl nonchalantly. This was met with another jovial cackle. Peter shrugged and walked around the bar to the two. "Can I help you?" She muttered a reply after looking into his eyes. "Long Island iced tea, please." Those hazel eyes piqued Peter's interest; the gold flecks appeared to be impossible to actually exist in real-life. To Peter it seemed like a movie special effect come alive. Her voice matched her demeanor: quiet, shy, and sad. But Peter found himself unable to wait to hear more of it. Each feature of hers, Peter tried to store in his memory for all time: her golden hair, pink sensual lips, the slope of her elegant neck leading down to -- "A Sam and do you have anything to eat here?" said the man across from her, breaking Peter's concentration. "Uh, chips, nachos, and – if you're a cheapskate - the peanuts are complimentary." Nachos were soon decided on and Peter was never so thankful that he was all alone working in the bar; with all the preparation, he would have to walk to and from their table at least three more times. Maybe I'll get to look into those hazel eyes some more. But he did not get his wish; the woman refused to look at him the rest of the night. Peter was not so selective and constantly found his eyes wandering her way, hoping in vain to meet hers. Her gaze fell only on the man with her, the sketchbook she showed the man, and her drink. From what Peter could see, at least three quarters of the thick book was filled with black and white drawing which he couldn't quite make out. "I can't understand why you keep saying no to me. You've got such talent that I don't think I trust anyone else to work with me, Julie." The man with the light brown hair was sincere in his address, Peter supposed. But he couldn't help but get a thrill at hearing the girl's name as her date raised the volume of his voice. Apparently Peter had an odd look on his face and was met with more laughter. "What are you laughing at, Walt?" After a few more chuckles, Walt said, "You look like a man who just saw someone drop a twenty and kept walking away. A name does all that for you?" An eye-roll later and Walt's good humor continued unabated. In fact, Walt generally didn't stay above an hour sipping his beer but was still in his stool ninety minutes later. He had even ordered another pint so he could watch the rest of "the show." Nothing happened after that, though. The two ordered a few more drinks, looked critically at some sketches, and paid their check without much notice for Peter or anyone else. Once the couple had left, Walt got up and pulled on his coat. "Until the next episode." Peter cracked a smile at that. "Same bat time, same bat channel." *** She just didn't get it. Julie had been staring at her feet while Matthew rattled off something about work which she didn't pay attention to. What caught her attention were the feet that wandered into her view and the strong voice which posed, "Can I help you?" Her heart leapt into her throat as she raised her eyes to meet the stranger's; they were so dark brown they might as well have been black. Somehow his hair matched his eyes and went to his shoulders and Julie didn't know whether to run away or jump him – she feared both instincts. He looked at her expectantly and she stammered out her drink order. "I haven't felt that stupid for a while. He must think I'm such a ninny." Stumbling into her apartment a little while later, she couldn't help but laugh. "I am a ninny." She locked the door and got ready for another night of sleep. "I'm a ninny that talks to herself." Matthew had dropped her off, asking once again for her acceptance to his offer. He was again denied very curtly. The drinks made her smile at his discomfort and at his resolve at making her agree. But she had to admit, her brother was starting to interest her with the hints at his idea for a project. As children he had told her the best stories and read books to her. It was like a return to a safe harbor. Even when indulging in the odd book at the ripe age of twenty six she heard Matt's voice reading animatedly to her. She slipped under her comforter with a few things in mind to get the story out of Matthew. But the last image she saw before she completely drifted off was a pair of dark, warm eyes. Julie Ch. 03 When Julie got home, Gary was already in bed. She breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried that her guilt would be obvious to him. It also gave her an opportunity to clean up and change her panties, which could just as easily have given her away. When she woke up in the morning, the events of the night before had faded. Not that she felt less guilty, but it was a less immediate guilt. One that was much easier to conceal from Gary. There was also less of a feeling that something might have happened. Maybe it was denial. But Julie no longer felt like she had been dangerously close to infidelity. The sense that it might have been inevitable had passed. That didn't mean she didn't have some anxiety about facing Gary. But she didn't feel as though her stumble last night was as bad as it had seemed at the time. Maybe because she had fantasized about it, it seemed like it might have happened? Julie didn't know. She did know that she was apprehensive about facing Greg this morning too. He probably had his own ideas of where things might have gone. Would he try to pick up where he left off? How familiar would he be? She would have the protection of a work environment and other people around to deter him. Would that be enough? Greg didn't want to talk shop when it was a social thing, like dinner. Maybe he would all business, no play today? Julie soon found she had nothing to worry about. Except for a few occasions where he made direct eye contact with her, there was little between them that recalled the previous night. Greg went about auditing Julie's company in a thorough, professional manner. He interviewed a half dozen people that would be directly involved in handling his company's business. Julie followed him around, taking notes, offering suggestions and making reassurances. True to his word, he was tough on Julie and her coworkers. He was sharp and knew what he was looking for. Julie had to admit to herself, she was more than a little surprised. For some reason she assumed he would be less competent, a pompous ass or a saber-rattler. But his questions and concerns were surprisingly valid. Time and again Julie had to make changes to her company's processes and procedures to address shortcomings that Greg pointed out. He was being a prick, she thought, but not in an unjustified way. For most of the day, Julie sat beside him while the person he was interviewing sat opposite them. Because Greg's attention was on the interviewee, Julie had plenty of opportunities to sneak glances at him. She couldn't help notice the set of his strong jaw line, the set of his broad shoulders. He was an impressive example of masculine good looks and Julie had to struggle on occasion to remain focused on work. By the time they finished up in mid-afternoon, Julie felt like she had run a marathon. She was mentally and physically fatigued. But she also felt damn satisfied. She had done well in guiding her people through the audit. She had found ways to tweak processes to make them suit Greg's company's needs. And he seemed impressed, which was the most important thing. Greg finished making some notes then looked up at Julie with a smile on his face. "Things went pretty well today," he told her. "You did well. You obviously have a good understanding of how things get done around here and how to get them done the way they need to be for our stuff. That's the key." "Thank you," Julie replied, accepting his compliments in an outwardly professional manner. On the inside, there was a party going on. She was going to land this job and the promotion that went with it. It seemed in the bag now. There was also something else hiding behind the career-related euphoria. Greg was satisfied, pleased. It made her feel good in a way that had nothing to do with work. There was a sexual undertone to the feeling. It should not have had anything to do with her success today, but it was there nonetheless. It was an almost giddy feeling and it might have worried her if she wasn't so relieved that everything had gone smoothly. "I'd ask you to take me out for dinner and drinks to unwind a little," Greg continued. "But the big boys want a shot at me tonight." "Bummer," she replied with a crooked grin, trying hard not to let the events of the night before creep into her mind. The vice presidents that had been at yesterday's presentation were taking Greg out to dinner. Julie was still far too low on the food chain to have to worry about them including her in such plans. She was relieved that she wasn't a part of that. First, she was worn out. She had gotten in late last night and had a brutally long, albeit successful, day. She wanted to go home, kick off her shoes and relax. Julie was also relieved because it meant that she wouldn't have to see Greg in a social setting again. It made her nervous to think how easily he had gotten to her. Sure, he was a handsome man with intelligence and a sense of humor. A woman couldn't help noticing those things. But it was his boldness--and how she had responded to it--that was truly scary to her. In the heat of the moment, who knows what could have happened? He certainly was brazen enough to take as much as he could. Even if it wasn't offered. Not that he would force himself on her. No. But he seemed to have a way of getting women to do as he desired. That arrogance, that attitude that a woman should want to please him... it should have been irritating, if not infuriating to her. And maybe it still was. But there was also something in it that made her knees a little weak. Julie was past the point of believing that she had really been within a few minutes, or a few more wet, passionate kisses, of anything really happening. In the light of day it seemed highly unlikely that she would have done anything as crazy as get in the car with him, let alone give him a blow job. At the same time, it was safer to not be around him in a scenario where things could get out of hand. But all that wasn't something to worry about at the moment. Now she was headed home to have dinner and collapse on the sofa with Gary. Maybe she could get him to give her a good leg and foot massage. That would be heaven. When she got home, she found Gary had the table set with the good china. Wine glasses and a nice bottle of wine were there as well. There were fresh tapers in the candlesticks that were hardly burned. He must have lit them when he saw her pulling in. She smiled, put down her purse and jacket and went into the kitchen. Gary was standing at the stove sautéing something. Julie couldn't see what it was, but it smelled wonderful. "Hi," she greeted him. "What's all this?" He turned and smiled easily at her. "Well, I missed you last night," he answered with obvious sincerity. "And I was thinking that you'd probably feel like celebrating, right?" Julie had called him at lunch to talk to him and had told him things were going well with her audit. But she certainly hadn't made it sound like it was time to celebrate. At least not yet. "Things did go well today," she replied. "But I still have another full day of this audit tomorrow," she cautioned. "I have confidence," he said with a smile. It was touching, truly. He was always telling her that he believed in her, that she could do anything if she tried. Having that unwavering support at home was no doubt a large part of what made her successes possible. She smiled. "So what are we having?" Julie asked, stepping up behind him and putting her arms around him. "Veal in a lobster cream sauce topped with shrimp and crabmeat," Gary answered. "Mmmmm," Julie said, pulling his back against her tight. "And a bottle of wine? You know how to welcome a girl home from a hard day at the office, don't you?" She kissed his shoulder and neck as she held him tight and savored the aroma of the food. "Just a little something to tell you I love you and I'm proud of you," he answered, turning and kissing her. It was a good kiss. A firm, meaningful kiss. But it brought on an inevitable comparison to the kisses the night before. Julie was at once ashamed of herself for having kissed another man so passionately and disappointed that Gary's kisses did not have the effect on her that Greg's had. Surely, it was only the circumstances that made Greg's so electrifying. Julie and Gary had been together for a long time... kisses went from new and exciting to comfortable and pleasing like everything else in a relationship, right? She started to wonder if Gary's kisses had ever affected her like that. Then she quickly shut the door on that thought. Whenever Gary had kissed her, it had meaning. He had never been a player trying to score, selfishly trying to get her hot enough to do something she'd certainly regret the next day. That argument should have convinced her that everything was good and right in her life. But it didn't. She loved Gary. She knew that beyond a doubt. She knew he loved her and he treated her like a princess. Why would she ever risk that to be just another notch on some arrogant jerk's bedpost? Why did that idea excite her? Julie pushed those thoughts aside and sat down to a wonderful, romantic dinner with Gary. He did everything just the way she liked it. The food was perfect. The wine was one of her favorites. Even the music playing softly in the background was exactly right for her mood tonight. They talked easily over dinner. Julie told him in detail about how well things had gone for her at work. He listened attentively and told her several times how great he thought it was that she was finally going to get this much-deserved promotion. After dinner, they sat on the sofa together. She sat lengthwise with her back to one end and put her legs over his. He massaged her legs and feet the way he knew she liked. She sipped her wine and sighed as his massage drained all the stress of the day from her. By the time they went to bed, Julie was feeling completely relaxed. Blissful, even. It wasn't until Gary curled up with her in bed and started running his hands all over her that Julie realized that he wanted to have sex. Silly of her not to have seen it coming. He had done everything he could to make the night perfect. And he had pretty much succeeded. Of course he was hoping to reap the rewards. So why didn't Julie feel the same? She didn't know, but for some reason, as wonderful as the night had been, there was nothing appealing about capping it off with sex. It was partly true that they had fallen into a rut where sex was more of a weekend thing. But that wasn't to say weeknight sex didn't happen anymore. Julie just hadn't been thinking along those lines. As Gary snuggled against her back and began rubbing her boobs, she didn't feel aroused. She felt.... what? Unenthusiastic, to be sure. But was there something else? She didn't want to go there. "Hon," she said softly, rolling over to face him. "I'm just so tired tonight." She kissed him. "Tonight was wonderful, and I'll make it up to you Friday night. Okay?" "Sure," he said and kissed her back. If he was disappointed, he didn't show it. He rubbed her back a few moments longer and kissed her again before getting comfortable beside her. Julie felt terrible. But she also felt zero arousal. It was just the added strain of work, she told herself. Or maybe some residual guilt from her behavior with Greg the night before. Either way, it would surely be behind them by the weekend and then she would keep her word and make it up to him. In a big way, she decided. The next day at work was virtually a re-run of the day before, albeit with different people. Again, Greg was thorough in his reviews. If he had lead Julie to believe that things had gone well enough the day before to assume it was a done deal, it sure didn't seem that way. Once again she was sitting along side him as he grilled people on what they did and how they did it. And once again, she found herself coming up with ways to address Greg's concerns. By two o'clock that afternoon, Greg had finished his audits. Julie was again exhausted from the effort. It had been another tough day, but once again, she felt she had come through in grand fashion. Nothing that Greg had found was beyond her ability to fix. The job was as good as hers and now she did feel like celebrating. She only wished Gary had held off until tonight to make her that special dinner. Now that she could truly enjoy it because she knew she had earned it. "Okay," Greg said as he packed up. "I'm going to head back to my hotel and finish writing up my report and recommendations. Why don't you meet me for dinner at the hotel restaurant around 7:30? If you want, I'll let you have a sneak peek at what I'm going to be giving to my boss." His invitation sparked a whirlwind of emotions in Julie. She definitely wanted to see that report and those recommendations. At the same time, she was reluctant to meet Greg for dinner by herself. She wasn't sure if he was the one she didn't trust, or herself. "Great," she answered, careful to sound enthusiastic. "Should Carl be in on this too?" He looked at her and shrugged indifferently. His eyes, locked on hers, didn't waiver. "It's your call," he said simply, but in his tone was something else. His tone said that if she was truly the person who was going to make things happen, then why did she need her boss along? It was a challenge she knew she could not back down on. "Okay," she nodded. "I'll see you there." After he left, Julie questioned the wisdom of meeting him outside of work again. But, she reminded herself, he was going to be her ticket to a promotion. She left early so she could go home and change. When she got home, Gary wasn't there yet. She changed into a casual, knee length skirt and pullover v-neck top. Nothing too eye catching, but the top showed a little cleavage. And she could have gone with slacks or jeans, but... She called Gary's cell phone and told him that she would be out late again tonight. "But," she added, "this time it looks like the celebration is on. Things went well. Tonight is just a wrap up. He goes back to give his recommendation tomorrow and it looks good." "That's terrific!" Gary replied with genuine enthusiasm. "Maybe I'll make another celebration dinner tomorrow night, okay?" "It's a date!" she replied, smiling. When she got to the restaurant, Greg was already at the bar. He was dressed in a polo shirt and khaki shorts. Julie couldn't help notice his muscular legs and chest. She also couldn't help notice that he was engaged in a spirited conversation with the barmaid. She was paying attention to him in a way that reminded Julie of the girl at the bar where she had first seen Greg. She was a blonde, bleached, not natural. She was taller than Julie and thinner. Too skinny in Julie's mind. She also had big boobs. If they were real, they were even better than Julie's. When Greg saw Julie and waved her over, Julie noticed that the barmaid gave her a good once-over, no doubt appraising her competition. It shouldn't have mattered to Julie. After all, it wasn't like Greg was her date. But it irked her nonetheless. Certainly it wasn't jealousy? "Hey, how's it going?" Greg greeted her. "Something to drink?" Julie shook her head. "I think I'll just have water with dinner." She didn't want to give herself any excuses to do something foolish like last time. The barmaid gave her another look, apparently smirking at Julie's decision not to drink. Then she drifted off to attend to other customers at the sparsely populated bar. "So where's your report?" she asked bluntly. "What's your hurry?" Greg asked, apparently not surprised. "Let's eat then you can come up and read it." Up? Did he think she was going to go up to his room with him? "Uh, I thought you could just bring a copy down," she said. "I don't think I, uh..." She shook her head. "I don't have a way to print it," he said with a shrug. "Well, I think going up to your room would be a little too high a price to pay to get a look at it," Julie replied. "Or is that part of getting the job?" She didn't know why she added that. The words came out of her mouth before she realized she was going to say them. "Let me make something clear," Greg said with a smile. "You'll get the job based on merit. Yours and your company's. Anything else... any extracurricular activities will have nothing to do with that decision. In other words," he looked right into Julie's eyes and put a hand on her thigh. "When I get into your pants..." "IF!" she interjected quickly, immediately regretting her choice of words. 'If' seemed to say that the possibility existed. The way his smirk grew, he surely noticed. "...it's going to be because you want me there," he finished as if she had not interrupted. She drew a quick breath and pushed his hand off her leg. Her heart was beating faster and her leg tingled where he had touched her. Julie looked at him, surprised by his audacity. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Why was she surprised? She knew what kind of man he was. "So how about some dinner?" he said, changing the subject. "I haven't eaten yet. You?" Julie shook her head. Did she mean no to dinner or no, she hadn't eaten? She wasn't sure herself. "Let's go get a table." Whatever misgiving she had about the situation, she found herself following his lead. As they started toward the table, Julie heard a woman's voice calling. "Greg! Greg!" Julie turned and saw the barmaid hurrying over to the end of the bar. She held up a fresh drink. Greg excused himself for a moment and went back to the bar. He took the drink from the barmaid and they exchanged a few sentences. Then Greg laughed and looked at his watch. He said something back to her that made her smile before returning to Julie. "What was that all about?" Julie asked, immediately aware that she sounded jealous. Was she? "I, uh, forgot the last drink I ordered," Greg said with a shrug. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about you trying to get into my pants tonight, seeing as how you have Barbie all lined up." "Well, first off," Greg countered, laughing, "she doesn't get done until two in the morning. Second, the hotel has a strict policy about employees visiting customers' rooms. Now, I think she'd be willing to risk it on the second point. But I have to be at the airport at seven thirty, so I'm not waiting up until two." He sipped his fresh drink as the hostess led them to a table. "So you still have a shot at me." He smiled. "Just like that?" Julie asked, trying not to sound surprised. "The fact that I'm married doesn't figure into this at all?" "Married women are better. Simpler," Greg answered. "I'm not looking for a relationship and neither are they." "Like that woman in your car at Cavanaughs?" Julie asked. "Yeah, as a matter of fact. She was very uncomplicated." The way he said it made Julie think that she had been right about the blow job being the extent of their activities that night. The thought sent a chill through Julie. She might have come close to being the second married woman to blow him in that parking lot in as many weeks. Funny, from the day after kissing him Julie decided that she hadn't really been saved by a random car driving by; that nothing would have happened. Now, alone with Greg once again, remembering how persuasive he was, Julie was less sure. After all, he was talking about taking her up to his room, getting in her pants... she should have left already. He wasn't being shy about it. Why was she still here? Julie looked back toward the bar and the barmaid. She had puffy pink lips, almost pouty. Julie had no doubt what thought went through Greg's mind the moment he set eyes on those lips. And judging by the catty looks the barmaid had shot Julie, and the fawning she did over Greg, maybe those lips were Greg's for the asking. Julie Ch. 03 "So what do you think?" he asked. Julie's eyes opened wide, in spite of her attempt to control her reaction. "Just like that?" she asked, incredulous. "Sure. Why not?" "Because unlike some of your other acquaintances, this," she held up her wedding band, "actually means something to me." "That's exactly my point," Greg countered. She was confused. "You would never give up your relationship with your husband over someone like me. I may know how to ring your bell like it's never been rung before, but you'll go home to him afterward. It's much simpler. Don't you agree?" Julie couldn't decide if he was serious or not. He smiled and winked, as if to say he was joking, but Julie still wasn't sure. He continued to banter through dinner and through most of it, Julie wasn't sure how much was serious and how much was joking. He did keep her laughing, so she supposed it was probably mostly in fun. But when dinner ended and he asked if she was ready to come up, Julie felt her pulse start to race. She realized that she didn't know just how much of his banter he had meant. She certainly hadn't said anything that would lead him to believe that she'd do anything. But that didn't mean a man like Greg needed to be told. He was used to sizing up women and drawing his own conclusions. "Come on," he held out his hand. "You can check out the report before my boss even sees it." Yeah, the report. The reason she came here in the first place. She was going to see that, right? She had misgivings, even as she accepted his hand and he helped her from the table. "It isn't quite done yet," Greg was saying, "but all of the important details are in there." His words were a distant buzzing as she followed him to the elevator. She felt like she was in a trance as she got off the elevator at his floor. He gestured down the hall and she followed his lead again. He seemed unhurried, relaxed. Julie realized that if he had seemed excited or impatient, it probably would have been enough to scare her off. But the way he moved, he couldn't possibly be thinking about anything more exciting than a report, could he? He opened the door of his room and gestured for her to go in. As she stepped in, she saw the laptop at the far end of the room. Then her eyes caught the piece of furniture between the laptop and her: the bed. She was in a hotel room... a room with a bed. With this man! The door clicked shut behind her. Julie realized what a foolish thing being here was. Greg seemed to know how to tap into that vulnerable part of a woman; that part that wanted to be had. How could a woman as self-confident and successful as Julie have such a chink in her armor? She didn't know. But she knew it was there. And she knew Greg could see it. "You know," she began, about to make an excuse to leave. But then his hands descended on her shoulders, squeezing them firmly. Those hands were so large, strong. She gave a surprised gasp at his touch, more because of the response it elicited in her than because it was particularly sensual in itself. Once again Julie felt like it was okay to surrender. He was in control. It wouldn't be her decision. Greg brushed her hair aside with his chin, exposing her neck. She could feel his breath on it as his lips came down and kissed her. Her neck had always been a sensitive, sensual spot for her. Tonight it was like a high voltage conductor. His kiss on the side of her neck sent an immediate warmth through her whole body. This was very similar to the feeling he had elicited from her that night in the parking lot. Only tonight it was more intense. Probably because of their surroundings. She was in a hotel room with another man! Was she insane? Julie pulled away from him, almost reluctantly. She turned to face him, shaking her head. She did not try to look up into his eyes. That would have surely been the end. Instead, she looked at the small patch of carpet between them. "I think that I should...." she trailed off as Greg's hand came up and grazed the swell of her breast. That light fingertip caress caused her to draw a deep, unsteady breath. Julie looked up, even though she knew that making eye contact could be surrender. As soon as their eyes met, Julie knew that she had been right. She was unable to move as she watched Greg bend down to kiss her. When his lips covered hers, she hesitated only a moment before returning his kiss. That first kiss was soft and long. They held their lips together lightly, savoring the contact. The kisses that followed were more intense, almost as if they were trying to devour each other. Julie reached up to meet his lips every bit as much as he reached down for hers. They quickly wrapped their hands behind each other, pulling closer as the union of their lips grew more frantic. Then Greg's lips began to work their way down Julie's neck. She threw her head back, exposing her throat. His lips and tongue kissed and licked the proffered flesh. She moaned, feeling the wetness growing in her panties. How much of this could she take? Was she past the point where she could catch herself? Or had she already gone over the cliff? As much as she knew she should push him away and run out the door, nothing in her body seemed remotely interested in doing so. She was so aroused. It was a totally different feeling than she was used to. It was so much more intense. His tongue slipped down into her mouth and she sucked greedily on it. Then she pushed both of their tongues back into his mouth. She could feel the edges of his teeth graze her, intensifying her arousal. His hands took hold of her breasts, kneading them through her clothes. The heat and wetness continued to grow. Julie didn't know she could get so aroused. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her bra as his hands squeezed and massaged her breasts expertly. He pressed himself close against her as their tongues continued to flick back and forth in each others' mouths. She could feel his growing erection press against her belly. Julie reached a hand down and caressed him through his shorts. Oh God, he felt big! Greg's lips broke away from hers. "Suck it," he said in her ear. "Suck it." Julie took an involuntary step backwards, eyes opening wide. Had any man ever been so blunt? Just come right out and told her to? She couldn't believe she was even kissing him and he wanted her to do that? She looked at him. The ever-confident smirk on his face, Greg nodded to her. She bit her lower lip in apprehension. But she already knew what she was going to do, didn't she? Her eyes went to his hands, which were undoing his belt. Her pulse quickened as he unbuttoned his shorts and lowered his zipper. Her mouth opened reflexively, as if in anticipation of taking him inside. Then with one smooth motion, his shorts and boxers were off and he stood revealed before her. If her pulse had quickened with the anticipation, it was positively racing when she actually saw him. He was only three-quarters erect and he was already much bigger than any man Julie had ever been with. She gasped softly, feeling her knees tremble and her belly flutter. "Go on," he prompted. "Suck it." She looked up at him. His smirk had widened. Of course he was smirking, she told herself. Yet another married woman was about to suck his cock! That was what she was about to do, wasn't it? "Suck my cock, Julie," he said. The effect of adding her name to his command was strangely powerful, compelling. It gave his words the necessary strength to overpower her. She sank to her knees before him. She took his impressive member in her hand, amazed at the meaty heft of it. And he still wasn't fully erect. She gasped again. She looked at it, stroking her hand slowly down its length. This was it, a voice said to her. What she was about to do could not be undone. But that part of her brain was powerless against the wave of arousal that had swept her up. Julie closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide and leaned forward. With her hand, she guided him into her mouth, his velvety head slipping across her tongue. As her lips closed around him, several things happened simultaneously. She was both appalled and thrilled that she actually had him in her mouth. He let out a low moan that she found enormously gratifying. And he continued to harden, growing larger in her mouth. When he moaned a second time, any misgivings were pushed aside in the excitement of the moment. Julie felt a flood of wetness knowing that her lips, her mouth had elicited his moans. Had she ever experienced such excitement from pleasing a man? God, what would it feel like to make him cum? Her body gave a little spasm at the thought, hot tingling shooting all through her. Julie was no stranger to giving head. But it was usually foreplay. On occasions when it wasn't, she generally enjoyed it, but in a detached sort of way. It was pleasing to her man and she wanted to please him. Give him a special treat to remind him that she loved him. What she was feeling now had nothing to do with any of that. This was a pure lust and arousal. Sexy, hot, slutty. She moaned around his cock, amazed how good it felt to have him in her mouth. She pushed herself down his shaft, managing to get more than half of him in before he pressed against the back of her throat. Julie slid her lips up his shaft. It was so thick now she had to be careful to keep her lips between him and her teeth. Her hand followed her lips up then back down again. Julie bobbed deep on him several times, each time taking him in as deep as she could. She massaged the vein on the underside of his cock with her tongue. She squeezed and pumped him with her hand. She turned her head side to side as she bobbed. Anything she could think of to enhance the experience for him; please him. Julie continued to bob fast and deep on Greg's cock, savoring every moan and sigh that her mouth and lips coaxed from him. After several minutes, she took him out and held him up. He was so big. He had to be nine inches long and he was thick too. Her jaw and tongue were starting to get sore from opening so wide to accommodate him. She lifted him and ran her tongue along the vein underneath. When she reached the base of his cock, her tongue continued down to his balls. She gently licked them both as her hand continued to slowly pump his shaft. It was awesome the way her fingers barely went around it. She licked his sac and cock for a moment longer, until Greg told her to put him back in her mouth. "Come on, Julie," he breathed, "suck it some more." She immediately closed her lips around him again, thrilled as he moaned approvingly. Had she ever so wanted a man to cum in her mouth? Sure, she had wanted it before, but more because it meant she had finished doing what she had set out to do. Not because it got her so hot she could barely see straight. God, she thought as the head of his cock again pressed against the back of her throat. Had that woman in his car felt anything like this? If so, no wonder she had done it and not cared that she hadn't gotten laid! "Yeah," Greg husked. "Like that. Damn, you're a good cocksucker, Julie." She looked up at him, surprised. No man had ever called her a cocksucker before. It sent a thrill through her. She could hardly believe it, but it was a turn on. He met her eyes as she looked up. "Yeah, you know you are, don't you?" he smiled. Julie closed her eyes and redoubled her efforts. She forced herself down on his cock harder and faster than before, her hand pumping the lower section of his shaft that her lips couldn't reach. He was so wet and slick with her saliva. She loved how sloppy, how recklessly she was sucking his cock. She kept up that pace, sucking him with wanton abandon for as long as she could. But after several long minutes, she fell back on her heels and let him slip, unsatisfied, from her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes almost pleading for him to relent. His eyes bored down into hers. He could surely see how much she wanted it. He was probably used to seeing that look in a woman's eyes. That thought, that she was just one of many, should diminished her desire to please him, shouldn't it? But it didn't. It made her feel hot, slutty perhaps, to suck the cock of a man who could treat her with indifference. Julie was a piece of meat to him. If she wasn't here sucking his cock right now, maybe the barmaid would be. Or some other woman he picked up, like the woman in the car. Julie slipped him back into her mouth and bobbed a couple times, slow and sensual. "Cum in my mouth," she said, looking up into his eyes. She hadn't meant to sound like she was begging him, but that was how the words came out. Instead, he reached down and pulled Julie to her feet. She felt confused and disappointed. She realized that that had to be a first: being disappointed that a man hadn't cum in her mouth. But before she had time to even consider that, Greg was spinning her around. Then he reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. Julie started to protest. She wasn't ready for this. She would have found it much simpler to just give him a blow job. But when his hands led her to the bed, pushed her across it so her ass and legs were hanging over the edge of it, there was only compliance. She sucked in her breath as he positioned himself behind her and lifted her skirt. She heard a crinkling sound, then an elastic snap. She looked back over her shoulder and saw him rolling a condom over his impressive cock. He was going to fuck her. She was about to be taken. The thought still scared her, but it also brought on a fresh wave of arousal. From the moment the head of his cock pushed into her pussy, she felt her orgasm was imminent. Greg had enough sense or experience to go slow at first. His considerable size would have required patience if he took her in missionary position. Taking her doggie style made him seem even larger. He pushed in part way and then out a few times. Each time Julie shuddered. Oh God! He was going to make her cum! Even as he was beginning to thrust himself all the way into her, Julie felt the dam getting ready to burst. It took only a dozen or so of those deep thrusts to finish the job. She felt it build like a wave rushing toward shore. When it came crashing down, her whole body shook, tingling heat exploded through every fiber of her being. Her hips writhed and bucked out of control as the feeling intensified and slowly faded, like a particularly brilliant flash during a fireworks display. She thought she heard herself moaning, but she was too swept up in ecstasy to be sure. Greg pushed himself all the way into Julie and held it there as she writhed in the grip of her orgasm. When her awareness began to return, she felt him still filling her completely and it made her tremble. Oh God his cock was so big! It was touching places she never knew she had! And it was just sitting there inside her, stretching her wider and deeper than she had ever been. Then he slid out of her. It was such an emptying feeling, as though he were sucking all of the air out of her. She wanted--needed--him back in there. Just sitting there, filling her. Then Greg stepped around her, pulled off his shirt and laid down on his back beside her. His condom-sheathed member was close to her face again. For a moment she was tempted to pull the condom off and suck him again. But there was a need to have him back inside her. She knew what to do. She ran a hand over his exposed chest, lustily drinking in his finely sculpted physique, his tight abs, his firm pecs. All of this and a big cock too... it made her shiver with pleasure. Time to get him back inside her, she thought. Julie stood and pulled off her top then reached behind her to unfasten her bra. He watched her as she undid the hooks. He wasn't the least bit bashful about it. It made her giddy with excitement. She was stripping for him. She held one hand over the bra, keeping it from falling as the last clasp was released. She held it there a moment longer, letting him savor the anticipation. Then Julie let her bra fall, showing him her tits in all their glory. She had always been proud of them. They were firm C-cups that looked even bigger on her petite body. But she was never as pleased to show them as she was at that moment, watching Greg's eyes drink them in, watching his tongue lick his lips in anticipation of sucking on them. She stood unmoving for a long moment, enjoying his appraisal. "Nice," he said at last, nodding slowly. "Very nice." She reached up and cupped a hand under each of them, holding them up to him like an offering. Even the feel of her own hands was sending a thrill through her body. He gestured for her to join him on the bed. Julie climbed up and knelt beside him, putting a hand on either side of his head. Then she leaned down and kissed him. His hand came up behind her head and pulled her mouth tight against his. His lips were so firm, his kisses so passionate. Everything about him, everything he did, seemed to be a notch or two above all of Julie's previous experiences. Their tongues were once again flitting back and forth between mouths. They sucked gently on each others' tongues, licked each others' lips, kissed each others' throats. Then Greg guided Julie over to sit astride him. She pulled up her skirt, straddled him and lowered herself until she felt the tip of his cock touch her pussy lips. The mere contact set off another explosion in her. She was so sensitive. Could she take him inside her again so soon? Of course, she was so wet that he easily slipped into her. Then she had control of how far down she went; how far up into her his throbbing cock penetrated. It didn't take long for her to settle all the way down on him, every thick inch of him up inside her. Julie sat there panting, impaling herself with her full weight on Greg's big cock. Oh God! She could die it felt so good! A low, unsteady moan escaped her lips as she rocked gently back and forth on his towering erection. Already she could feel a second orgasm building. Then his hands were gripping her thighs, encouraging her to lift herself up. Julie raised herself slowly, immediately missing that full feeling he gave her. When she was more than half way up, she let herself fall back down on top of him. That feeling of being so filled up returned... and then some! She couldn't wait to lift herself up and drop down on to him again. Oh, his cock was so big! To have it slam up into her this way! God! It felt so good she didn't think she could ever stop! She continued to deliberately lift herself up and drop down onto him. Julie had never cum from such slow, measured thrusts before. She didn't think she would now, but if she did, it would probably be so intense it would make her head explode! "How's it feel?" Greg asked her. "How's it feel to have a really big cock inside you?" His words were perfectly timed to down stroke. The word "cock" reached her ears at the same time his cock reached its deepest point inside her. She trembled and moaned. "Oh, God," she panted in reply. "You... God, your cock... oh, it's sooo good!" She liked hearing herself say "cock." It felt hot and slutty. And that was exactly how she wanted to feel with a thick, nine inch cock in her pussy. It was how she wanted to feel with Greg. As she leaned forward and started to go faster, she knew that's what she was to him: a slut. A married slut reveling in the ecstasy of having his massive tool inside her. Julie didn't know if it was her increased pace or thinking of herself as a slut that did it, but suddenly she was on the verge of another orgasm. She was hunched over him, riding him faster and faster. Greg reached up and grabbed her breasts and Julie's body reacted instantly. It was like an electric shock, causing her to thrash and moan involuntarily. It was forceful enough to throw off her rhythm. He squeezed and kneaded them as she regained her momentum. Julie Ch. 03 The electric shock sensation faded into a rising tide of something much more potent as she bounced up and down greedily on the biggest cock she'd ever known. Oh, it was coming, Julie knew. Something so powerful it was almost scary. With each deep, penetrating thrust of his cock, she was getting closer. Closer to what, she wasn't sure. She had never felt anything quite like this. As she bounced faster, her legs began to slide farther apart on the sheets, forcing him into her harder, deeper. Between the deep pounding of his cock and the way his hands caressed her breasts, she was completely losing herself. The room was a blur around her, the moans, the slapping of their flesh and the screams--was she screaming??--sounded like they were far away. Her whole existence had become his cock inside her and his hands squeezing her. Her head was back and her eyes closed as she rode him. Her own hands came up to his, encouraging him to squeeze, knead her harder. She was barely aware that she was doing so. Everything was lost in a distant hum... a hum that was growing stronger, closer. It was her impending orgasm. If the first one had been a wave, this was going to be a tsunami. She bounced harder still on him, not feeling the burning in her thighs. Aware only of what his cock was about to do to her. When it hit her, it was like nothing she had ever known before. It was like a lightening strike; an explosion of ecstasy that left her completely oblivious to everything but its power. Then, like thunder, the explosion followed, coursing through her body, electrifying every extremity, every bit of her. Julie bucked and rocked, impaled on Greg's cock. Her head fell forward, her hair falling in her face, as she continued to spasm and shake as the tidal wave of her passion roared through her. But it wasn't passing the way her orgasms usually did. It got bigger, hotter, more intense... all-consuming. Every nerve in her body was tingling. It was like being frozen--or on fire. It was so overwhelming, Julie couldn't tell. Her body shook harder as the sensation finally crested and began to diminish. She became aware of distant keening sound. It took a moment longer to realize it was her own voice screaming out in passion. She collapsed on top of Greg, clasping his head to her breasts. He was still squeezing them, sending smaller surges of the same amazing pleasure through her anew. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and bit down on it. Hard. The shock of it, the jolt it sent through her body was again a unique experience. Julie had never really associated pain with pleasure, but there was no denying the ecstasy she felt. If she hadn't been so completely used up by the huge orgasm she had just had, she might have cum again. He bit her again and she squealed with pleasure. Her hips bucked again and she realized that Greg was still deep inside her, still fully erect. He hadn't cum yet. Oh, God! Julie thought. If he kept fucking her, gave her another orgasm like that one! Oh, God, it might just be enough to kill her! Greg let go of her nipple and rolled her off of him onto the bed. He slipped his cock out of her and again she felt the immediate sense of loss. "What I should do," he told her as he got off the bed and stood beside her, "is fuck you in the ass." Julie's whole body experienced a weird chill at his words. Fuck her in the ass? With that huge cock of his? Oh God, no! He would tear her apart! He must have seen her reaction, her wide-eyed fear. He laughed. "But I don't have any lube, so..." he shrugged. "Maybe next time." He winked. Then he grabbed her legs and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. He held her legs up against his muscular chest, spreading them enough to slip his cock back into her pussy. As he eased himself back into the dripping wet furnace between her legs, Greg grabbed her legs with his strong hands, gripping them behind the knees. He pushed her legs back, forcing her ass to rise up and meet him. Then he slipped his hands under her ass, his arms still pushing her legs back and apart. Greg lifted her up so only her shoulder blades were on the bed. Her legs, pinned back by his strong arms, were spread wide. She felt her muscles and ligaments aching, stretched to their limits. But she didn't resist. It felt so good, so right, for her to be spread as wide as she could; to say with her body how much she wanted him inside. As utterly and completely as she could, she was offering up her pussy for him. And spreading her legs so wide was deliciously un-ladylike. It was what a slut would do. Greg wanted a slut. And Julie wanted to be his slut. She stretched her legs still farther apart, inviting him to penetrate her as fully as he could. If there was a way to take him deeper, experience him more completely, she would do it. Julie's back arched as Greg's cock pushed deep. He pulled back and hammered into her again... and again. He shook her insides with the power of his thrusts. Again and again and again... She became aware that she was crying out with each stroke, "Aaahhh... aaahhh... aaahhh..." Greg pounded his massive member into her for several minutes. With every stroke Julie thought the pleasure would finally be too much for her and she would simply pass out. It was so amazingly hot and dirty to be spread wide and fucked hard by this stud with his incredible cock. Just when she really thought she couldn't take a single thrust more, Greg reached his hand up from her ass to her back and pulled her up to his chest, upright astride his shaft. Julie threw her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to kiss her. Their mouths once again connected passionately, sensually. Their tongues probed each others' mouths, savored the warmth and wetness inside. But this time Julie had nine inches of cock inside her. Those desperately passionate kisses combined with the way Greg's manhood filled her so completely... Oh, God! It was so far beyond Julie's most fabulous experiences! Greg pulled her closer, squeezing her breasts against his chest. The firmness of his pecs against her erect nipples added yet another dimension to the pleasure that was threatening to make her head explode. Their kisses deepened, their mouths opening wide as if they would consume each other. Their tongues flickered from mouth to mouth and all over each others' lips and faces. Then Greg leaned over and laid Julie back down on the bed. As he climbed into the bed, his cock slipped out of her. She gasped at the void his sudden departure left and she clawed at his ass cheeks, trying to pull him back into her. She threw her legs up and opened them wide again as he re-entered her. His arms came down on either side of her, pinning her legs back in their spread position. He laid on top of Julie and his cock began pistoning in and out of her rapidly. His lips found hers again and her hand quickly wrapped behind his head, pulling his mouth hard against hers. One of his hands, still wrapped around her leg, moved to her breast and squeezed it. It was all too much for Julie. The sensual kisses, the massaging of her breast and the jackhammering of her pussy with his long, thick cock. Her back arched off the bed as her third orgasm of the night detonated inside her. For an instant, Julie saw nothing, not even light or darkness. She knew only the all-consuming flush of pleasure that was again rippling through her being, electrifying every inch of her. Distantly, she was aware that Greg was groaning, deep and throaty. His thrusts slowed as he reached his own zenith. He gave a few more hard pumps and then collapsed on top of her. He kissed her as she was coming back to her senses. He had that smirk on his face again, but Julie didn't care. Let him smirk, she thought. A man who can fuck like that has a right to. She smiled and touched his face. She had no words to express what she felt, so she stroked his face, running her fingers along his strong jaw line. When Greg got up and pulled himself out, Julie whimpered in disappointment. "Gotta pull out before the rubber slips off," Greg explained with a shrug. Julie watched him go into the bathroom, then looked up at the ceiling. Oh God, she thought. That was the ceiling of a hotel room. A hotel room where a man who wasn't her husband had just fucked her. And fucked her better than she had ever been. She should be riddled with guilt. But the pleasure still streaming through her limbs, her body and her head didn't allow it. There were no words to describe how satisfied she felt at that moment. She realized she was still lying on the bed with her legs spread wide and her skirt pushed up around her waist. Oh, God! What a fucking slut she felt like! And it was such a surprisingly good feeling. She grabbed her breasts and rubbed them a firmly, coaxing out, savoring every last drop of excitement. When Greg came back into the room, Julie watched the way his eyes roved over her naked body, the way he gazed approvingly at her spread legs. She loved it. She lay unmoving on the bed and smiled, letting him know that she wanted his eyes on her. That she wanted him to stare at her exposed, dripping pussy. The pussy he had so pounded and stretched. Satisfied so completely. Julie's gaze shifted from Greg's eyes to his cock. It was hanging down now, only a fraction of its former size, but still impressive to her. It was gorgeous. The most amazing cock she had ever seen or felt or had. She remembered when she first came into this hotel room, first felt that incredible erection through Greg's shorts. She had been impressed then. And of course, that was nothing by comparison. She watched him stride past to retrieve his shorts, his cock going by at eye level. Julie was hoping that he wouldn't put his clothes back on. She smiled when he picked them up and put them on the chair, leaving his dangling member there for her to see. Julie found herself wishing that it wasn't over. Her body was exhausted and satisfied. Her pussy was sensitive and sore from the pounding he had given her. But she didn't want it to end. She found herself hoping that he would tell her to suck it again. If he did, she would be only too happy to oblige. She would love to satisfy him the way he had satisfied her. "It's getting late," Greg said to her, nodding toward the clock. "Why don't you stay the night?" He sat on the bed beside her and ran his fingers along the inside of one of her splayed thighs. God, it felt good! But she shook her head. "I can't do that!" she replied, even as she found herself wishing that she could. "I have to get home. I'll have enough explaining to do as it is." In spite of her words, her body made no effort to move. It wasn't until the fingers caressing her thigh started to trace their way through her silky pubic hair towards her pussy that she finally got off the bed. As he touched her still very sensitive lips, Julie realized that she had to get out before he got her aroused again. She was probably too sore to do it again anyway. Especially with a cock that size. "No, no!" she exclaimed as she jumped away from his touch and hurried off the bed. "I really, really have to get home. It's not like I should have ever been here in the first place!" she added, but couldn't help smiling as she said it. She hadn't meant it as a reproach, had she? Well, maybe for herself, but certainly not for Greg. Julie's eyes looked around the room for her clothes. She picked up her panties, bra and shirt and slipped into the bathroom to tidy up. In the bathroom, she took off her skirt and grabbed a washcloth. She ran it under warm water then used it to wipe away the sticky residue of her arousal. The warmth of the washcloth between her legs felt so good and soothing. She wished she had time for a shower, but she knew it was best to get out of here as quickly as she could. If Greg tried to persuade her to stay, she didn't know if she had enough will power to refuse. Julie stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed. Greg was laying on the bed, still naked. He patted the bed beside him. "You know you want to," he chided her. She smiled, not trying to deny it. "I'm a married woman who's husband is expecting her to come home." She was relieved that Greg didn't point out that she was a married woman who's husband also expected her not to fuck other men. "Well, you gotta do what you gotta do," he replied with a shrug. "I guess I could always go downstairs and see if Brandi still wants to come up." "Brandi?" Julie asked, suddenly feeling.... jealous? Was that what she was feeling? No, more like cast aside. "Bar maid," Greg explained simply. "The bar maid?" Julie echoed, instantly feeling stupid for repeating him. After all that they had just done, he'd go fuck the bar maid? In the same bed? Mere hours later? Julie's head was telling her to let it go. Even if he was serious, which she wasn't sure about, it didn't matter. Wasn't she going home to get into bed with another man? Didn't Julie know that Greg was a player? Hadn't that been part of the thrill for her? But irrational as it might have been, she couldn't just drop it. "That bleach-blonde with a chest full of silicon?" Julie said, more emotion in her voice than she wanted to reveal. "She claims they're real. But I'd like to make sure!" "Yeah, I'll bet you would!" she snapped, painfully aware that it was a ridiculously ineffective comeback. She was also aware that this might all be a game on Greg's part, something just to see how much he had gotten inside her head. And her pussy. "You're not really serious, are you?" She felt vulnerable asking, but the words got out of her before she realized. Greg looked at her and shrugged again. "I don't know," he said, giving her a candid look. "I wasn't really planning on it, but..." He looked Julie up and down. "You got me going pretty good and, well, I'm not ready for the night to be over yet." Julie nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean," she laughed, some of the tension draining out of the situation. "But it's almost ten. I should have been home at least an hour ago," she added apologetically. Greg was right, Julie realized. It didn't feel like they weren't done yet. If she left now, he probably would head down to the bar and see what his options were. Julie remembered the way the bar maid had looked her up and down, appraised her as a competitor. The thought of that girl in this very room, sucking Greg's cock, eliciting the same moans, the same reactions that Julie had... The thought of Greg grabbing those big tits, real or not, while she sat astride him, with his incredible cock inside her... All of that might happened, Julie realized, because she had left him unfulfilled. It was almost like it would be her own doing. She knew her logic was completely flawed. She was probably just rationalizing, conjuring a reason to stay. "Okay, look," she said and took a deep breath. "I still can't stay. But maybe..." she climbed onto the bed and crawled toward him. "I can..." she lowered her head between his legs and scooped his dangling cock into her mouth. She felt him start to stiffen. It sent a chill through her body. "Tuck you in before I go," she finished. She licked the head of his cock, sucked it gently. Greg stirred again as soon as she sucked him. He moaned softly as his cock began to grow erect again in Julie's mouth. Julie had always loved the feel of a man's cock coming to life in her mouth, swelling between her lips, hardening on her tongue. Tonight it was so much more than that. Not just because of his size, though that certainly had a lot to do with it. It was her desire... her desire to make this as pleasing, as satisfying for him as she possibly could. And that hardening of his cock in her mouth was an unmistakable sign that she was doing just that. Greg was lying on his back and Julie was on her hands and knees beside him as she revived his member. It wasn't an awkward position for her. But something in her said that it wasn't right. This splendid cock deserved reverence, devotion. A woman sucking this cock should be on her knees. It occurred to Julie that she had been on her knees when she had sucked him earlier. She hadn't even noticed at the time, but she hadn't squatted down the way she ordinarily did. She had known subconsciously the right way to do it then. Now she was consciously aware of it. She let Greg's almost completely erect cock slip from her mouth and she climbed off the bed. Greg seemed momentarily surprised, until she stood a few feet from the bed and beckoned him. As he climbed out of bed, Julie guided him to a nearby chair. When he sat down, his cock pointed up, hitting his tight abs. Julie just stared at in admiration for a moment. It was truly magnificent. Then she looked up into Greg's eyes. She wanted him to tell her to suck it. Like he had earlier. He seemed to see in her eyes and understand. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and held it out to her. "You want to suck my cock, don't you Julie?" The way he said her name at the end was especially arousing to her. She nodded, a sultry smile spreading across her face. "Go on. Suck my cock." Her body quivered at the words. The way he sat in the chair, so relaxed, his legs opened so invitingly, stirred something in her. It made it feel so natural, so right to kneel down between his legs. As Julie knelt down and took hold of Greg's thick member, she again felt the wetness between her legs. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked him slowly as she looked up into his eyes. The smirk was there, but it affected her far differently this time. He should be smirking. He had her on her knees, oh so willing to do whatever it might take to please him. And he seemed to be completely expecting it, like it was a birth right to have women kneel before him. By contrast, Gary always seemed almost apologetic when Julie pleasured him. He never, ever talked or acted like he thought she should. He was always so damn considerate. The way Greg sat there now, so expectantly, was such a difference. It was making her incredibly hot. He told Julie to suck his cock. He didn't sit there silently hoping she would. He didn't ask her bashfully or politely. He said, "Suck my cock." And the way he said it left no doubt. He had been quite sure she would comply. He was in charge. Whatever she thought had known about herself, her willful, independent nature and how she wanted a man to treat her were out the window. In this situation, she found she wanted to be told what to do... and wanted to be expected to do it. Julie closed her eyes, leaned down and gently curled her tongue under one of his balls. She nestled her cheek against his stiff member as she licked his sac. Then she moved her head to the other side of his cock, letting it rub across her face. Her other cheek felt the warmth of him against it as her tongue caressed his other ball. He moaned softly. There was something wonderfully erotic about the feel of his cock on her face and sound of him moaning appreciatively. Julie had heard the term 'cock worship' before, but she had always dismissed it with skepticism. She assumed it was a woman's way of play acting to make her man feel like he was bigger or better than he really was. But there was a certain reverence in the way she closed her eyes and rubbed her face against him, wasn't there? And she had made a conscious decision to be on her knees before him, hadn't she? She was sending Greg a message, wasn't she? That for the next twenty minutes his cock was the most important thing in her universe. Wasn't that cock worship? She supposed it was. And she hoped she was doing a good enough job of it to let Greg know just how important his pleasure was to her. Julie backed off for a moment, looking up at Greg. He was breathing heavily, looking at her with anticipation. She wanted to enjoy that anticipation. Yes, she would please him. But she wanted to savor the build-up, the anticipation just a bit longer. Julie Ch. 03 From the files of Cleo: 2014203 It's been some time now since I posted anything about my affair with Paul, my black lover. Okay, she said "black lover," you're probably thinking. "She's just a black cock slut." Not true. Paul could be green and I'd still love him. The color of his cock has nothing to do about the way I desire it. I hadn't meant to do a follow-up about this, but Cleo said she had a ton of emails from people asking about what has happened in our relationship. I read some of the emails people sent. There were comments about everything one can imagine: speculation that he'd eventually turned me into gangbanging slut; or that Mark had put me out on the street with only the clothing I wore; to, or that I dumped Paul and remain with my husband who wanted me to keep banging Paul just so he could watch. Some of the emails were pretty sick stuff, but most seemed genuine, though I was surprised that anyone would be interested in the misdeeds of a cheating wife, although some men did say rather brutal things about me - I think I was called every name under the sun. Be that as it may and to pick it up where I left off, here is what happened after Paul left me in bed at my home that night. The following morning my vagina still felt tender from the battering it'd received from that fencepost Paul fondly calls "Norton." I had to smile. It was so, "little boyish" for an adult male to name a body part that way, but somehow I found it cute. As I washed my face I also found my jaws ached a little as well, remembering how thick he'd been, how it had tasted in my mouth. I'd even swallowed when he came, something I'd never done until I met Paul. I felt contented, somehow comforted by the thought that I'd been so thoroughly used - and damn, the feeling was so good. As I re-read the paragraph I'd just written, I thought how much I'd changed since meeting Paul. Here I am talking about thick cocks and swallowing cum, something I would never have done before. I'd just left the shower and started blow-drying my hair he Paul called. "Hi baby doll. Sleep well?" In my mind I could see his rice chocolate features, deep-set brown eyes resting above his high cheekbones, and could almost smell his rich breath. Picturing him like that, his voice thrilled me, causing a tingle to start between my legs. Would I never tire from him? He just had that effect on me. "No. I wanted to wake up and find you beside me. I'd have made your day a little brighter before you left." His rich baritone laugh thrilled me even more. Then he grew somber, as he said, "I want you, Julie. I can't help myself." My mind raced, determined to ignore his real intention, pretend it meant something different. "I could meet you someplace for lunch, I guess. We need a few minutes to talk, anyway." "I don't mean like that. I mean, I want you. I want to keep you. I don't want to be a home wrecker but I can't see myself without you in the future." "Paul . . . please, don't." He grew quiet for a moment, and then said, "Okay, just wanted to let you know how I felt. Gotta go, people waiting for me here." The loud click jarred me. I felt awful after he'd broken our connection. He'd sounded hurt and a little angry. He'd also made me think about how it would be if I could stay with him all the time. I knew he was dominating, that he'd end up controlling me if I did as he wanted. Inexplicably, that thrilled me to my core. But . . . I resolved it wasn't going to happen. This had to stop. Somehow, I had to quit Paul, get my life back together and be faithful to the man I'd married. Mark didn't deserve a cheating wife - no matter how good it felt. I left a text message for Mark that I would be out shopping for most of the day. Then I sent one to Paul asking him to meet me at a little place on the river about ten miles from the city. Mark's reply just said, "OK . . . really busy . . . gotta go . . . luv ya." Paul came back as I was reading it. "Wild horses couldn't keep me away, Beautiful," it read. "See you there. You made my day!" The two texts were entirely different. One rushed, the other caring and complementary. Is that what marriage did to a relationship? Made you take someone for granted after a few years? The romance and love I'd experienced with Paul made me ache to be with him. With Mark it was different. With him, I knew I just had to make it back in time to fix dinner - one which he might not even show up for. Stop thinking like that, I told myself. Today you'll break it off with Paul when you meet for lunch, and that will end it. He was sitting there when I arrived and had already ordered for both us. He wore a soft gray sport coat over an open-collared dark blue shirt, with no necktie. He looked delicious. Standing as I approached, he took both my hands in his and looked deeply into my eyes. "You look delicious." I'd dressed simply, a cotton sundress and raised cork slip-on shoes. I felt my face flush with pleasure as I answered. "I was thinking the same thing about you." We ate without discussing the five-hundred pound elephant sitting at the table with us. The food tasted like wood because all I wanted to do was crawl under the table, take out that fabulous cock and make him happy. Make me happy, too! His brown eyes ate me up all through lunch, and by the time we'd finished I was already damp enough to feel it through my panties. As we walked along the river-walk holding hands afterward, I stopped under a large tree and just stared at him for a minute. "Paul, we both know this can't go on. I'm married. I know I haven't acted like I am with you, but in my family those are sacred vows. I can't see you anymore. I'm an emotional wreck and Mark has to notice that sooner or later, probably as soon as things settle down at work. He's not stupid." I tried pulling my hand away, but he held it tight. "Then tell him," Paul urged. "Sometimes a sharp pain is better than a lingering one. Tell him you're leaving and I'll sell the business. We'll move far away, be together all the time." I jerked my hand away, turning my back so he couldn't see my tears starting to flow. "Don't make this any harder than it is, Paul. I've made up my mind. Don't call me anymore, and leave me alone." I felt his hands on my shoulders, roughly forcing me around, pulling me into his hard body, his warm lips suddenly locked on mine. I lasted about five seconds before my tongue was inside his mouth trying to find his soul. His hands on my ass, he pushed his stiffness against me until I lost my breath, wrapping my arms around his neck in desperation. I never wanted to let him go. We finally pulled our heads back to catch our breaths. In another minute we'd probably have been fucking on the picnic table nearby. He stared at me silently and then with one finger, wiped a tear from my face. He held it, looking at it for a moment, then licked it off. "Tastes like sad tears," he said. "Not like the happy ones on that first night in the hotel room." Suddenly, I started sobbing, pain knifing through me like a blade. "Hey, hey," he said. "The last thing I want is to hurt you." Finally I was able to pull away, looking into his eyes. "Paul, please let me go. Please," I whispered. He finally did, and it felt so wrong. Releasing me, he stepped back, looking sad. "I won't be the cause of your pain anymore, Julie. I see you like this and know I'm to blame for it, I can't take it." He looked like he wanted to say something else, but then just turned and walked away. After a while, I followed but when I got to the parking lot, his car was nowhere to be seen. I was miserable but I'd expected to be that way for a while, so I threw everything I had into refurbishing my marriage and making Mark happy. He seemed to notice it, especially my renewed interest in sex, and after I'd nearly chewed his cock off one night imagining it was Paul's, he remarked upon it. "Damn that was good, Honey. You've gotten better and better through the years. You never even used to swallow my cum! Now, it's as if you're starved for it. Don't get me wrong. I love it, but has anything changed?" My heart almost stopped beating for an instant, but then I forced a smile, snuggling closer to his chest. "I just wanted to show you how much I love you, darling. You're a great husband." He kissed my forehead and smiled down at me. "You know what I've been thinking?" he said. I looked back questioning, and he went on. "I'm thinking I'd like to have a son to pass the business on to." A son? He suddenly wanted a child? The revelation stunned me for a moment but then I thought, Well why not? Maybe that's exactly what we needed to bring us back together. When I thought about it, stopping my birth-control pills made sense. There was also the overriding factor that it would also force me to stay away from Paul! I knew he didn't like condoms and if there was a possibility I'd become pregnant, neither of us would risk that, even if we did "fall off the wagon" should we happen to see other at some company function. Months went by and I pleaded off going to three different company parties to avoid the risk of seeing Paul there. Mark and I tried to conceive each time my cycle arrived, but so far, no signs of a baby - the persistent little "rabbit" just continued to live every time. Not a day went by that I didn't miss Paul so badly it bordered on physical pain. Many hours were spent just sitting in that big empty house, crying my eyes out. It wasn't the sex entirely, I argued with myself, although I'd never had anything that came close to the excitement and pleasure I felt when Paul fucked me. I am reluctant to call it, "making love." That's not what we did. It was the primitive animal pounding I took from his formidable penis that made me crave him so. He was totally dominate and uninhibited in his demands, controlling my body and mind, even my pleasure. I remembered specifically how he'd denied me permission to climax until he wanted me to, how hard that had been, how humiliating, how painful - how exquisite. Shivering uncontrollably I walked to the phone, picked it up and stared at it. I knew his number. All I had to do was call and he'd come right over, the pain ending. I laid the phone down, went into the bedroom and cried some more. I remember the day before the Corporate Ball. "You have to be there, Honey. This is a big deal! All the right people will be there with their spouses. It's formal, and they flew in a chef from New York especially for this. I just don't understand why you're reluctant to attend company functions! You always enjoyed them before." Not wanting to risk his suspicions that things weren't as they appeared, I finally agreed to attend the corporation's annual formal. On the big night, I dressed in a red full-length gown with my hair piled on top of my head, little ringlets framing my face. Though a little thinner than usual I still looked pretty good. No, I looked fabulous! Like that Kidman gal in Vanilla Sky. I wondered if Paul would be there. Yeah, he would. Mark had said," All the right people," and Paul was one of those. A premonition of dread flowed through me but I fought it off. I could do this. I had to do this! The weather was really crappy that weekend, a huge tropical storm moving into the area. I'd thought the corporate ball would be cancelled due to the weather, but Mark just laughed. "They booked every room at the hotel. People will just hang around and party until they drop!" Driving up in front, waiting under the portico for the valet, I saw there were lots of Mercedes and a couple of limos unloading in front of us. Ladies in long dresses, men in tuxes, even the valets were in formal wear. Just the kind of party I hated, I thought resentfully. I fought back a sigh so not to alert Mark of my unhappiness. This was his big night and I wasn't going to spoil it. Under the protection of the portico the wind was less ferocious but I could see everyone, especially the ladies, were rushing to get inside before their hair got too tangled. Then my heart stopped beating. Getting out of a black Mercedes that I should've recognized immediately, Paul was helping a gorgeous black girl out of the passenger side. In her black form-fitting gown and a single strand of something sparkly around her swain-like neck, she was breathtakingly beautiful. There was a loud clash of thunder nearby and I jumped, the world swirling around me. I felt Mark take my elbow firmly in hand. "You all right?" he looked concerned. "You look a little pale." I smiled at him weakly. "Just a touch of vertigo from all the lofty egos here, I guess. You know how I am around large crowds." "You'll be fine, Honey. You'll be the most beautiful woman here. I'm very lucky." "So am I." Paul had vanished and I prayed he stayed that way. Still, I wondered if he'd seen me, if he had, did he have the same reaction as me. I finally had my breathing under control again and resolved I would not let the fact that he was with a total dish, destroy me. He had his own life now and I was extremely happy for him! I was. There must have been five hundred people there. In a way, that was a blessing, for it meant that my chances of running into Paul before we sit down to dinner, was limited. Afterward, maybe I could plead a headache and persuade Mark to let me take a cab home early. That wasn't to be the case, however. We were packed into the alcove like sardines as the crowd jockeyed toward the entrance. Someone bumped me and when I turned around, there stood Paul and the beautiful woman I'd seen him with earlier. From his surprised expression I knew he hadn't seen me at first. Then as recognition flooded his face I thought he was going to sweep me into his arms right there. By the strange look on her face, the young woman must've thought so too. "Paul . . ." I breathed. "Hey . . ." he swallowed and wet those wonderful lips with the tip of his tongue, then caught himself and said, "Anita, this is Julie. Her husband owns the company who gave me the big contract a while back. Julie, this is Anita." The woman and I just stared at each other for a moment before we touched hands politely. It was a strange feeling, at best. Here was the woman Paul probably slept with regularly and I had the feeling that she realized he'd also slept with me. Was she his wife? He hadn't said. After some small talk, Mark arrived with our dinner seating arrangements, and we said our farewells. "Are you sure you're okay," Mark asked again. "You're pale, and shaking. We can leave if you want." I knew this affair was a big deal to him for future business interests, and didn't want to put a damper on it, so I muttered. "I'm all right. If I get to feeling worse after a bit I'll just call a taxi and go home. You can come along after the party." Mark and I were sitting at the head table by virtue of his standing in the company, and from where I was seated I could clearly see Paul and his young "friend" at another table. From time to time I'd catch him staring at me, but I quickly looked away. Faster than I should've, I drank three glasses of wine and by the time dinner was served I was rather tipsy. Just before desert was served, I excused myself and went to the ladies room. Mark looked at me with a question in his eyes, but I shook my head that I was okay. Cold water splashed on my face didn't help much, so I reapplied my makeup, checked my hair and told myself to act like an adult. When I exited the ladies room Paul was standing outside waiting on me. "Hey," he said. "Hey." Then, "You shouldn't be here." "I know," he answered. "But I had to see you. You are so achingly beautiful tonight, Julie." "So is your . . . friend," I said bitterly, quickly followed by, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Inside my head, I was having an argument with myself. So, was he already married when we met? I asked myself. So what? I'd been married too - but I'd told him upfront I was married - and he hadn't told me. Well, he didn't have a chance, I reminded myself. You were too busy screwing his eyes out every minute you were together. She's beautiful! Maybe I was just a conquest for him. No! That's not true. Look into his eyes Stupid! He couldn't fake that look! The man loves you. Paul was saying something and I tried to focus. "I'm not married, if that's what you're thinking. I . . . can't sleep thinking about you. I just wanted to know you're okay." "I'm fine." Words stuck in my throat. I couldn't say what I felt: No, dammit, I'm not fine! Look at me! Can't you see I'm a wreck? I'm not fine, at all! I forced a small smile, trying to look "fine." I heard a tiny sob. It was mine. Somehow without planning it, I was suddenly in his arms, moaning as I swallowed his tongue, devouring his mouth as he crushed me against his hard body. We kissed as if this were life-giving water and we had been dying of thirst, only pulling apart when we needed to resume breathing. I was gasping as he took my hand and dragged me to the stairwell, and up a flight of steps. The sign said, "3rd Floor." It was deserted, all the conference tables covered, chairs stacked on top. He pulled me into a smaller room that had only a serving table, smashing me against him urgently, his cock hard and insistent against my belly. Feasting on his delicious tongue, my hands found their way inside his zipper, grasping his hardness as we both groaned aloud into each other's mouths. He licked, bit and sucked my lips until I knew they'd be swollen for a long time and I still had to return to the banquet. I didn't care, relishing his assault, I returned it. I dropped to my knees and slipped my mouth over the end of his throbbing cock, hearing him groan again. As if it were the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted, I took it all the way in, practically humming with pleasure. It slid over my tongue, scrapped past my teeth, and entered the opening of my throat. At least I had the presence of mind to lean back a bit so that slobbers didn't stain the front of my dress. Maybe it was the excitement of doing what we were doing where we were doing it, or that we'd both just been dreaming of it for such a long time, but he lasted only a few minutes before erupting inside my mouth. The surge was like a fire hose shooting down my throat; thick, creamy, intoxicatingly sweet! I swallowed frantically to get it all, trying not to let it fall onto my dress. Monica's blue dress had become famous. Mine wouldn't! After a while he slowed and except for a bit of after-sperm, finally stopped leaking. I kept my hungry mouth and lips around his throbbing crown for a while, draining it, not wanting to ever let go. Someone outside in the hallway cleared their throat, and I nearly passed out. I jumped to my feet as the sounds of some kind of cart rolled past our door, fading away down the hallway. I had finally started breathing again as Paul tried pulling me back against his body. I placed my hands against his chest, resisting. I was burning up I wanted him so badly, feeling wet and swollen between my legs. "No Paul, I can't." "Why? This wasn't enough. I want my cock buried inside your sweet body. That's all I've able to think about." "Do you have a condom?" "A . . . what? You know I don't! Why do we need . . .?" "I . . . Mark . . . wants a baby. I went off the pill." "Shit, Julie. Why'd you do that, Julie? Why?" I saw the hurt in his eyes, all hope fading now that we'd ever be together. A child meant Mark and I would be bound for life, that I had decided and made a commitment. I could see that Paul felt defeated, nothing left to fight for. I avoided his eyes as we hastily fumbled to get our clothing rearranged a bit, Paul's jaws clinched tightly. I'd hurt him. I'd hurt us both. The tears started again and I turned and ran. I called a cab and left immediately afterward, calling Mark on my cell phone and informing him I didn't feel well. Julie Ch. 03 He could likely tell from my quivering voice, that it was true. He told me he'd probably just stay at the hotel and wait-out the storm, like most of the serious party crowd was going to do. That was fine with me because I just wanted to be alone. I cried all the way home in the back of that taxi, making it inside my door just as a deluge of rain hit. I left the house lighting turned off, sitting in the dark living room staring outside at the heavy torrent of rain. I could barely see the street. I hugged my arms, feeling totally sorry for myself and the mess I'd made of things. Images filled my mind of what I'd done only a short time earlier, how sweet it was to feel Paul again, taste him. I could not get the memory of Paul's cock out of my mouth. Nor, did I want to. The burning between my legs had grown worse and I knew my panties were drenched. I was totally miserable. The look in Paul's eyes when I'd run away tonight, had stayed with me. I attempted to force it from my mind but it kept coming back until that's all that I saw. Without even planning to, I stood and went outside in the rain. It must have been cold, but I was almost numb as I started walking toward Paul's condo about two miles away. With all the lightening dancing around, I know it was pretty stupid, but if I got hit by lightning, at least it wouldn't hurt anymore. The gate guard looked incredulous as I strolled past his little house in the rain, but it seemed he didn't want to come out in all that weather to challenge me. All the condos in Paul's complex had private entrances. The lights were on in his, but I'd been prepared for the disappointment of not finding him home. After all, he was at a party with a beautiful woman, so why would he be home? Unless, he'd brought her home with him, inside now fucking her like he used to do me. I didn't want to think about that. Maybe he'd just left the light on when he left for the evening. I ignored the doorbell, tapping quietly. The door immediately swung open and Paul was standing there. I knew I looked like a drowned cat standing there, water dripping into my eyes, my dress clinging to me. I didn't say anything, just walked into his arms soaking wet. I don't remember either of us closing the front door, but one of us must have. All I recall is the taste of his sweet mouth, his body heat through the thin wet gown, my overwhelming need. It was as if we were burning up, tearing at each other's clothing letting them drop on the floor as we tried desperately to press skin-to-skin. His hand tangled in my wet hair pulling my head back to get his lips to my throat, his hardness maddening as he entered me standing up, holding me in his strong arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. My arms tight around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, he remained inside me as he carried me into his bedroom and laid me gently backward onto the bed. We fought the urge to fuck as we stared deep into each other's eyes, and I could see all the love in the world there. "I'm yours," I whispered. "From now on, no matter what happens." "Yes. Mine alone." He slowly began easing his heavily veined cock in and out of me as the breath caught in my throat and I arched my back, pleading with my eyes for him to hurry. He took his time, achingly slow, driving me crazy, after all the months of dreaming about it I had to waits some more. He was so big! Pushing and pulling my vagina walls in and out, scrapping against my clit, touching my cervix with each trip. I desperately clutched his body between my thighs, clawing the bed spread, urging him with tiny moans to move faster. He still took his time, making us both wait a little longer, tormenting me. Our breathing gradually increased in tempo, so did our movements until he was pounding into my core hard enough to jar me. It hurt. I loved it. The excitement proved too much for either of us to wait any longer. His first blast bounced off my inter-walls, coating them with thick residue, filling me with its warmth. Over and over I felt his giant cock spurt its love into me as I twisted and rolled my ass to get more inside, finally screaming inside his open mouth as I exploded. As he flooded my body, I felt as if all my bones had liquefied, my belly spread open and my essence flooding out of me to surround us both in a warm glow. I must've slept for a few minutes afterward, and when I came back to life I couldn't move, my heart still pounding inside my chest. I would never give this up again. Not for anyone. Paul's voice dragged me back to the present. "You on the pill?" Oh god. In the excitement, I'd forgotten. This was my fertile period. My hand found my leaking vagina and closed around it as though to keep all his sperm inside. "I think I might have just gotten pregnant," I said with a tiny laugh. "The timing is perfect." I realized that I didn't really care. A little Paul, all my own! I'd keep him even if I had to raise him alone. And it would be a "he." I was sure of that. It was part of the man I loved and that's all that mattered. Paul placed his large brown hand on my soft belly, gently sliding it over its flat surface. "I think maybe a little girl like you. That's what I want. Give me a daughter." "It'll be a boy like his daddy. Big and strong, very handsome." "A girl. For sure. We'll move away from here. I've already had several offers for much more than I've invested in the business. I can start another. California, Florida, someplace warm and sunny, so the kids can play outside." Kids. He'd said "kids." I placed my head against his warm chocolate chest, kissed one nipple, and then trailed my lips down his body. My mouth found his cock again, soft and heavy, still wet with our combined fluids. I took the head in my mouth, slid my tongue around it and felt it stiffen. I'd tell Mark when he came home tomorrow. Tonight, I'd stay with my man. I'd stay with him my whole life. Julie Ch. 04 Surprisingly enough, Matthew kept popping by Margie's Diner while his sister was working. They talked a lot but despite her best attempts at flattery, Matthew would not let any more of his idea slip save that it was the best one imaginable. Five days and still unable to wrestle a single character from him, she was rather disappointed with herself. Her shifts at the diner had increased the week before and yielded less and less sleep for her. A few days ago Julie got home and collapsed into bed. Yet no refreshing or restful feelings came with slumber. She would close her eyes until the alarm clock proclaimed a new day. Restless nights followed and caused a sensation that Julie had not felt for a long time. She wanted to draw – at work she her fingers would itch to have a pencil in them. While not able to sleep Julie fought the temptation to get up and grab her old notebook. Soon enough she began grabbing the napkins and used bills at work and sketching some of the people at the diner in her spare time. It didn't take long for Franky's keen eyes to spot this change, but she noticed that Julie kept up with the customers and said nothing of it. Franky had begun to like Matthew for his frequent appearances because Julie's attitude and demeanor became more social and friendly. While Julie was certainly not a cold and sullen workaholic, being in her brother's presence made the chip on her shoulder lessen in size. Almost immediately Franky was glad of it and hoped Julie would stay out of her shell. "Say, Matthew. You want to do me a favor?" Franky approached him while Julie was busy waiting on another table. A smile spread quickly over Matthew's countenance. He had guessed that Franky was about fifty and definitely had the look of a mother hen while still being very outgoing. Over the past few visits, she had really taken to him and he appreciated her good taste and sense of humor. After all, a lady over fifty who obviously still dyes her hair dark red and tries to pass it off as her natural color has a sense of humor. "But of course. What could I possibly do?" "A couple of the other girls and me are going out on Friday and Julie's not working. You should tell her to come along with us. She's been working so hard here and needs a night out and a good sleep in." He frowned. "Ah, I'll tell her, but I make no guarantees. I took her out a couple of weeks ago and she freaked out a bit; wouldn't let me take her again." Matthew's smile reappeared as Franky refilled his coffee cup. "Why? What debauchery are you getting her caught up in? What intrigues are you delving into? Spare no detail." "A few drinks, Casanova; that's all. It's just a girl's night out. Otherwise you'd be invited, too." "Considering that I'll be doing you a favor, could you do me one? It's about Julie..." *** Soon after, Matthew simply told Julie to go out on Friday. "You need to get out and do more than wait tables. Go with them, I'm sure Franky will take good care of you." Surprisingly, Julie agreed almost right off. The shock was evident on Matthew's face, but he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Good. Seems like someone now knows how I am always right." "No, more-like someone keeps getting pestered to go by Franky. And I was going to accept anyway. A non-male environment is pretty ideal right now and more so because I trust Franky." "But no males?" Ah, here comes the prying, she wryly concluded. "No males." "Don't I count?" "Nope. You're really just a girl with stubble to me." Matthew definitely thought the idea was less than palatable. "Dude, not cool. I might tell Mom about that time you caused the death of her favorite plant and a hole in the—" A small laugh escaped from Julie, breaking her deadpan. "All right, you're not a girl with stubble." "Thank you." "You're just a plain girl." The two began play-fighting, throwing sugar packets and napkins at each other until Franky broke up the fun. Matthew persuaded the older lady to reserve her wrath for another rabble-rouser with one of his angelic faces before he quickly escaped the diner. Out in the crisp air and sunshine, Michael was smiling inside. "Not long now." *** The curious old man at the bar was looking at her intently. Julie couldn't figure out why, but she smiled back at him. So much for no men at all tonight, she thought. But at least that guy isn't here... With a crinkly smile, the man extended his hand. "Hello, my dear. I'm Walt Russell; who're you?" "Julie – Julie Barton." She shook his hand and noticed Walt was not as weak as she presumed. "And what're you doing here all alone?" If it weren't for the respectful demeanor of Walt, Julie would have run away by now. Maybe I should anyway. With a shrug she thought better of it. "I'm waiting for some of my friends." Walt gave a knowing nod and sipped briefly at his mug until Julie posed a question of her own. "And why are you so solitary?" That sly old grin crept back onto Walt's face as his put his pint down. "I am not alone. I'm an old friend of the owners. Not so much an old friend but a friend who is old." He gave a wink and Julie could not help the corners of her mouth tweaking up in humor. The bartender came out of the back room and found another person at the bar. Speedily, he walked up to the girl chatting with Walt. "Aww, did you make a friend, Walt?" Julie looked up and found a familiar pair of eyes regarding her. Not quite the ones that had set her pulse into a flutter the last time in the bar, but very close. Almost immediately she cast down her eyes and started to get up from her stool. But Walt's hand upon her own gave her pause. "Of course, Chris. This is my good friend Julie." He spoke to her in a very gentlemanly tone. "Julie, this is Christopher, one of the owners of C&P." Julie gave a hollow, "Hello," just as Franky walked in. "Julie! You were supposed to meet us at the diner." Julie looked up and smiled at her boss and friend. In a pretty black sweater and dark red pants she made Julie feel a little underdressed. That notion was soon squalshed as Franky enveloped her in a warm hug. "Hey, Chris! Five margaritas in your finest booth, if you please." "Right away, Franky. You've got a new girl?" Franky busied herself by bustling Julie over to the appropriate booth. "Yes and no. She's not exactly new but it's her first time here." Once they all got settled, Julie sat back and listened to chatting the others did. Sarah and Eliza were in their mid-thirties and fairly pretty. As each had a boyfriend they brought together the idea of a girl's night out as a treat for the men in their lives -- and, more importantly, as a treat for themselves. Eliza covertly checked out her complexion with her compact. She spoke softly enough to the others but loud enough to be heard over the gradually increasing volume of people, "Oh, if only I weren't with Brad, I would definitely go talk to Chris." "I'd talk to him and his brother all night long if I could. Then I'd jump their bones," Sarah retorted. This got a little rise out of the others while Julie smirked a little. "I wasn't the only one thinking it." Franky sat next to Julie and gave her a little nudge. "Now you can see why they demand to come here every week. Eye candy," she coyly spoke. "I took them one week and they've been coming here every Friday since." A few minutes passed with the subjects of conversation being Christopher and his brother until Christopher himself came over with their drinks, effectively halting that discussion. Then Julie observed a sort of ritual as her co-workers seemed to take turns in telling about the present state of their lives. When it came to Julie, they accordingly paused until Franky broached the subject. "So how are you doing, Julie? Anything going on in your life?" Carefully Julie sipped on her margarita and thought of what to say. "Not really. Just the diner and getting pestered by my brother." "Do you have a boyfriend?" Sarah queried. "No." Eliza was thrilled. "You mean you're single? You should go talk to Christopher or Peter! We can live vicariously through you! Oh look, Pete just walked in. He's very nice." Sure enough, a man did enter the bar at that moment, although he didn't seem very pleased. Julie's heart skipped a beat; his dark hair just brushed the top of his leather jacket, making him look incredibly rugged. She didn't know what to do but came to a sudden conclusion just as she heard Franky calling out, "Peter!" The look of utter horror from Julie probably should have given the rest a clue, but they were too pleased with Eliza's idea. Peter in turn made his way through the now crowded bar and began to approach the table when Julie began her goodbyes. Sorry to see her go, Franky gave her a hug. This delay gave Peter enough time to get to the table. "Hi." His eyes were fixedly on hers and Julie panicked. Nodding slightly, she rushed out the door without looking back. It was only when she got to her car in the lot that she realized she'd been trembling. Before she could analyze what had her heart beating like a disco bass drum, the engine turned over and Julie raced out of the parking lot. Julie Ch. 04 Julie left smiling, her body still floating. And if she was a little disappointed about her oral performance, at least she gave him her mouth to use and he used it. She had been there for his pleasure and that was what made it hot. It wasn't like she was some kind of blow job queen or something. By her own admission, it was something that she never really considered her forte. Not that she didn't put effort into it. She had just never been with men who had high expectations in that category, so why would she have developed any... special skills? These thoughts continued to nag at her as she drove home, slowly eroding the high she had been feeling. Julie was aware of the irony of the situation. She should have been feeling bad because she just had sex with another man. Not because she was worried she hadn't sucked that other man's cock well enough. It wasn't that she didn't care what she had done, she realized. If she had had sex with someone more like Gary, who made her feel like Gary did, it would have been different. What Julie had experienced tonight was something off-the-charts-beyond anything she had ever known. Trying to put it in terms of her relationship with her husband was just not possible. There was too much disparity in sex with Gary versus tonight. So what had she done wrong? Had her teeth been scraping his shaft? Maybe she should have used her hands to caress his balls while she sucked? Maybe she should have done more to turn him on, like tell him how much she wanted him in her mouth, how much she wanted him to cum in her mouth? Maybe she just couldn't take him deep enough? Or maybe he just hadn't had enough time to recover from the sex, Julie reminded herself. That girl in his car hadn't fucked him first and then tried to suck him off. Maybe that's all it was. And it wasn't like any of that mattered now, did it? It wasn't like she was going to see him again, was she? Certainly it was possible that in the course of doing business with her company that he would come here again. Or she might go out there. But.... But what? Would anything come of it? Greg had already had Julie. Would he want her again? Maybe, but not necessarily. Thinking back, Julie wondered if she had even been a decent fuck, let alone a great one. She supposed had been good, sure. But in hindsight, wasn't there so much more she could have done? There was no denying that Greg brought out a desire in her to be wild and slutty... and that was the best she could do? At the height of her sluttiness? And then the blow job... how had she done so badly that he had to finish by jerking off? She wished now she hadn't abandoned her efforts to take him down her throat. Of course, throwing up in his lap wouldn't have helped her cause either, she thought. Even as she turned in to her own neighborhood, Julie's thoughts revolved around a second chance with Greg; an opportunity to redeem herself. Sucking his cock again, even if nothing else. Shouldn't she be remorseful now, mere blocks from her home? From her husband, who was probably lying in bed waiting for her? Why did she care so much about Greg's opinion of her in bed? On her knees? Julie knew going into this that she was going to be just another notch in his belt. For all she knew, he was at the hotel bar convincing blondie to come up to his room. But the idea that she was just another less-than-memorable conquest for him pushed a button in her. She wasn't accustomed to being part of the herd--one of the many, the mediocre. She was used to being a standout. In school, in her career, in everything. If Greg had to choose between her and the woman who sucked him off in his car, or the bleach blonde bar maid, would he take Julie? She didn't think so. And that thought bothered her more than anything else. She was nobody's second choice. As she pulled into her driveway, Julie realized just how worked up she had gotten herself over this. Why? Did she really think she would sleep with Greg again? Part of her brain was saying, of course not! It was a momentary slip, nothing that would ever happen again. The other side of her brain was thinking that she had just had the most incredible sex, better than she had ever imagined. If she had another chance, how could turn it down? It was a strange mix of emotions. Confusing, to say the least. She should be feeling awful and guilt-ridden over this adulterous evening. Or, if not, at least feeling great because she had just received the fucking of a lifetime would be understandable. To feel bad because she hadn't been a good enough cheater was a little disorienting. Especially considering how little she must have meant to Greg. Just another—conveniently married—piece of ass. How could a guy like that get under her skin? Julie crawled into bed next to Gary, still conflicted and angry at herself for being so. He automatically rolled toward her and embraced her. He gave her a soft kiss in the darkness. "How'd it go?" he asked softly. "Celebration dinner is on," Julie replied, trying to infuse a little enthusiasm in her voice. "Really? That's great!" "Yeah, he's going to recommend us... and me. I guess it may take a couple of weeks, but it's a done deal." Even as she spoke, Julie realized that she had never seen Greg's report. The very reason she had gone up to his room in the first place. Well, at least the excuse she had used. Had she known? Even as they left the bar together? Hadn't she sensed the possibilities? The sexual charge? Of course she had forgotten about the report. It was never really the reason she went up there. She had gone up there so that cocky, arrogant bastard could show her why he was so cocky and arrogant. And he had. Even as she kissed Gary good night and rolled over to go to sleep, all she could think about was Greg. And his cock. The next morning when Julie awoke, she was surprised to find how sore she was. Not just her pussy, though that was certainly part of it. But her legs, her back and other muscles scattered over her body. It occurred to her that she really didn't do much when she and Gary had sex. Once in a while she would spend a few minutes on top, but nothing like last night with Greg. Most of the time she just laid on her back and let Gary do his thing. She got out of bed gingerly, glad that Gary had gotten up before her and wasn't around to see the way she was moving. How the hell could she have explained that? After a hot shower, Julie felt better, but she still had to be careful when she walked, not to show any signs of the soreness between her legs. That gratifying soreness that came from being pounded so hard with a big cock. She was vaguely concerned that she still felt so little remorse for her actions. She did love Gary, didn't she? Of course she did. So how could she be so ambivalent about something that would crush him? Something that she did. Knowing the consequences. And might even do again! It made no sense. Even as she kissed him goodbye and left for work, there was nothing. More than anything, Julie was still hung up on the fact that Greg probably thought of her as a mediocre fuck. And a lousy blow job. Had that Barbie Doll bar maid gone up to Greg's room last night? Had she sucked his cock? Julie bet if she had, Greg wouldn't have had to finish the job for her. Those puffy pink lips of hers had probably been wrapped around plenty of cocks. She was probably quite the talented cocksucker. Quite likely out of Julie's league anyway. Why did that bother Julie so much? Certainly, if she had ever actually wanted to be a good cocksucker, she could be. No, Julie chided herself. She was a good cocksucker. Or, she was good at pleasing her man. That was a lot different than being good at pleasing all men, like some kind of wanton cocksucking slut. And if that's what Barbie was, why did Julie care? Wasn't that beneath her? Well, it was, she thought with a dash of bitterness. Until last night. Her phone rang, jarring her from her thoughts. "Hey." It was Greg. "Uh, hi," Julie didn't know what to say. It was weird that she didn't know how familiar to be. "Did you forget something last night?" Julie immediately thought about her clothes, her purse... no, she had everything. "Um, I don't think so," she replied, but didn't sound like she was very sure of it. "The report?" Greg asked. "The reason you came to the hotel?" "Oh, right!" She felt incredibly foolish. He was probably loving that. "Well, I still want you to see it, but I'm already at the airport. So here's what I can do," he paused and Julie found she was holding her breath. Why did she assume that he had some trick up his sleeve? And if he did, wasn't she going to play right along anyway? "I can't send this right to you, but I'm willing to send part of it--the part that you need to see--from my personal email account to your personal email account. With the understanding, of course, that you not circulate it. You can tell people that need to know, but no paper trail, okay?" It sounded reasonable. Julie would have to give him her personal email address, but... didn't she want him to have it anyway? "That works for me," she said and proceeded to give him the address. "Great. I'll send it over in a few minutes." "Okay. Thanks, Greg." Then, not sure why she did, she added, "So, were they real?" "Huh?" "Her tits, Greg. Were they real?" Greg laughed. Surely, he knew that Julie was talking about the bar maid, that she was implying he had fucked her last night after all. "I'll talk to you in a week or two," he replied and hung up before Julie could say anything more. He hadn't answered. What did that mean? And why did she even care? When Julie got to work, she immediately checked her personal email account. There were several emails in there, some spam, some from friends. The most recently received one was from "sltfkr1000." Julie blinked as she looked at the address. Who the hell would have a screen name so crude? A slut fucker... DUH! Hadn't she loved the feeling of being slutty? And being fucked by a man who knew what to do with a slut? She might try to spin things differently in the cold light of day, but that was what it all came down to: she had been a slut and he had fucked her. Was she resentful that he was, in a way, calling her a slut now? No, she didn't think so. It was just a little startling to see it in writing. She couldn't--and didn't want to--argue the slut label. In the context of the hotel room, it had actually been welcome. Here in the real world, well... it was somewhat out of place. That didn't mean it was any less accurate. But it clearly could not be a part of her professional life. It was a first for Julie, the need to have a secret life. It made her feel a bit weird, like she wasn't who she thought she was. Who everyone else thought she was. It wasn't necessarily a bad feeling. Julie still had no real sense of regret or pangs of guilt. Just a need to wall that experience off from the rest of her life. She read through the excerpt from Greg's report. It wasn't anything she didn't already know about, but it was a useful tool to identify and address the biggest issues that resulted from his audit. She saved the email in her personal account, then clicked the "reply" button. "Thanks for the info. Nice email address." She wasn't sure about the address comment. It was clearly a crossing of the boundary between her new, secret life and her old one. She clicked send before she could reconsider. It didn't take long for Greg to reply. "You're welcome. It's appropriate... don't you agree? ;)" The wink actually made her smile. It was a reminder, after all, that he was a man who could wink at one woman while another was sucking his cock. She thought for a moment, trying to come up with a suitable comeback. "No it's not... b/c I wasn't before last night." Again, she had to hurry and hit send before she changed her mind. The implication was clear enough: she wasn't a slut before last night, but she was now. Isn't that what she wanted him to know? That now she was? That he could have her again, if he wished? Julie was conflicted on the issue. Or maybe she wasn't. Maybe her conflict was more about wanting him again without knowing if he wanted her. There was no guilt. At least not yet. And other than the fear of getting caught, what else would hold her back? A new email appeared in her in box. It was from Greg. "And now you are?" Was she? No. Well, yes and no. One night didn't make her a slut, obviously. But that one night had opened her eyes. She had always been a woman who wanted respect and consideration from a man. Maybe she was even a little selfish in bed sometimes, enjoying being pampered more than doing the pampering. But last night had nothing to do with respect. Greg wasn't inconsiderate in bed, but that wasn't necessarily because he was concerned about Julie's pleasure. He was just a great fuck. That's what gave him the confidence: having that big dick and knowing how to use it. That confidence, in turn, gave him that take-charge attitude that made Julie act like a slut for him. That's what it was really, wasn't it? Julie acting like a slut? Greg gave her a chance to behave in a way that no previous lover had, and she had responded to it. Would he have the same effect on her if she was suddenly alone with him again? She wasn't sure. How much of last night was acting? How much was her having an opportunity to experiment? How much of it was something that was inside of her all along, waiting to be released? She didn't believe it was something hardwired in her head or body. If it was, then it was only a matter of time before Greg or some other bad boy came along and she did it again. While she admitted to herself that she might sleep with Greg again, Julie didn't see herself leaping into the sack with someone else to satisfy some newly discovered slutty urges. "And now you are?" She re-read Greg's email. She still wasn't sure what the answer was. She knew how thrilling it had been to be fucked like a slut. But did that make her one? "Not sure..... yet" She emailed back to him. Then she shut down her email. She was a little surprised by her own answer. She was pretty much telling him that she would fuck him again; that she wanted to fuck him again, really. A man like Greg didn't need that kind of help. If he wanted to get in her pants, he could do it anyway, as he had so effectively demonstrated. An email like that, well.... she might as well tell him she was on her back naked with her legs up in the air! She smiled at the thought. That night, Julie came home to another delicious aroma. As she walked through the door and caught a whiff of Gary's cooking, she remembered that tonight was their rescheduled "celebration" dinner. The thought twisted Julie's gut. How had she forgotten? Hadn't she promised to make it up to him the other night? When he had been so sweet, but she had been so not-in-the-mood? If she hadn't been turned on then, she was even less so now. For starters, she was still tender and sore from all the hard, deep thrusts of Greg's sizeable cock. Even a more modestly endowed man would hurt her tonight. And that was only the physical part of it. The emotional part was far more convoluted. How would she be able to have sex with Gary like nothing had happened? Poor trusting Gary! He would probably never suspect her of doing what she had done. But she was worried that there would be some telltale evidence of her indiscretion; by having sex with him, she would somehow give herself away. But that wasn't the whole story, was it? Sex with Gary wasn't especially appealing to her. Had it really ever been? That thought shook her up pretty badly. She had had orgasms, of course. But were orgasms the only indication as to a woman's satisfaction? Julie realized that her answer to that question might have changed in the last twenty-four hours. Gary was his usual sweet self all through dinner, though he surely knew that something was wrong. If anything, he tried harder to make things perfect for her. The meal was again fantastic. The wine and the background music were--or, would have been--just right. After dinner, he massaged her legs and feet the way she loved. It was all done so carefully, meticulously to please her that she really wanted to live up to her promise. But she couldn't will herself to be in the mood. There was simply nothing there. Maybe that was the form her guilt took. Or maybe last night had somehow ruined her relationship--sexually, at least--with Gary. Julie pushed that thought away. Surely, that wasn't the case. Her reluctance to be intimate with her husband after having an extra-marital affair, well... that was certainly understandable. It didn't mean her marriage had been ruined. As Gary massaged her legs, Julie told him she felt sick. She had been feeling a little under the weather all day... she must be coming down with something. And Gary, of course, was very understanding. Why the hell couldn't he at least show his disappointment? He was disappointed, wasn't he? * * * * * The weekend was difficult. Julie kept up the pretense of being sick. Gary attended to her with care and compassion and, mercifully, made no effort to get intimate. Strangely, Julie felt more guilt over that bit of deception than she did about her night with Greg. She kept telling herself that all of this was the backlash of her indiscretion and it would eventually pass. But how long was she prepared to lie around claiming to be sick? At one point Saturday afternoon Gary went out to run some errands. Julie listened for his car to pull out of the driveway before getting out of bed and going down the hall to the spare bedroom where they kept their home computer. She quickly logged on to check her email. Sure enough, there was one there from sltfkr1000. She felt her pulse quicken a little as she clicked it. "Not sure yet? Think about it... long and hard. Still not sure?" Good looking, big dick and he sent clever emails... no wonder he was so fucking arrogant! Julie thought about it all right. She thought about just how long and how hard it had been that night. It was at that moment that she realized that she really wanted to fuck him again. Of course she knew that, if he were to pursue her, he could be persuasive... and she could be persuaded. But this was the first time she admitted to herself that she wanted him again. It was a weird feeling. Weird for her because it was the first time she ever wanted a man in a purely sexual sense. She didn't want to give up her life as it was. Not in the slightest. And she really didn't want any kind of relationship with Greg. That would probably be impossible anyway, given his polyamorous tendencies. She just wanted to be fucked like that again. And it wasn't just the physical sensations she craved, although his big cock had done things for her that her husband's modest member never could. Julie found that she liked having a man take charge of her, tell her what to do and expect her to do it. She liked how Greg fucked her in any position he desired without asking. He knew how to take control. Julie could surrender herself, give herself up to him. It was erotic. And slutty. It was at least as important a part of the thrill of having sex with him as his incredible cock was. Now that she knew she wanted him again... or rather, knew that she wanted to be had by him again, how should she respond to his email? She wanted him to know, but didn't want to seem over-eager. Or worse, desperate. As she pondered what to say in her response, her mind wandered back to the night she had first seen him at the bar. She had been staring at him even then. He had been right about that. Funny, Julie thought. When he had hit on her that night, he had seemed so insufferably arrogant. He had soo rubbed her the wrong way. But she had been staring. Something in her must have known, even if her brain took a bit longer to figure it out. Julie Ch. 04 It was almost beyond her comprehension that in such a short period of time she had gone from being completely put off by him to being worried that she hadn't given him a good enough blow job. Surely, she had felt the attraction all along? Sure. That was probably a large part of why she resented him: she didn't want to want him. And now? Julie remembered the way he told her to suck his cock... and how hot that got her; how much it made her want to do it. And then the way he fucked her... any way he wanted, any position. Hadn't he said something about fucking her in the ass? Oh, God! What if he had tried? She realized she might very well have let him. And aside from one failed attempt in college, she had never let a man anywhere near her ass. But if Greg had slapped a dollop of lube on her ass and pushed his cock against her sphincter... It was almost scary, how compliant she was at his hands. But that was what made it so hot, right? It was handing him total control that excited her. Sure, his body was awesome and his cock was big, but that wasn't what really got inside Julie's head. It was about being with a man who made her willing to do almost anything to please him. She typed her reply: "Thought about it... still not sure. Might need hard evidence." It wasn't her wittiest double entendre, but it was the best she could come up with at the moment. It certainly sent the message Julie wanted to send. She waited in front of her computer for ten minutes, hoping to get a quick reply, but none came. She went back to bed before Gary got home. * * * * * Julie spent the weekend feigning some degree of illness. She felt terrible about keeping Gary away from her like that, but she found herself growing more and more reluctant to have sex with him. Was she really worried about him somehow discovering her infidelity? Or was she worried about the inevitable comparison? She already knew that Gary didn't--couldn't--fuck her the way Greg had. Gary made love to her in his sweet and wonderful way. And Julie had always thought that that was one of the great things about their relationship. Now it seemed like it was a huge deficiency. It wasn't fair to him at all, Julie knew. But the more she thought about it, the less she wanted to be treated like an equal in bed. She wanted to let go... be told what to do. Told to suck cock, to fuck in this position or that. She had discovered that she loved the hot, slutty feeling that came from giving pleasure to a man who could take her for granted. Gary could never inspire that kind of reaction in her. It made her feel awful, worse than any guilt over her actions ever could. But what could she do? She couldn't tell herself how to feel. Julie felt a flood of relief when she got back to work on Monday. She just wanted to be away from Gary. He had been almost overwhelming in his efforts to make sure she was okay. He actually brought her soup in bed at lunchtime on Sunday. It made her ashamed to lie to him like that. Strangely enough though, she felt only excitement when she read Greg's latest email. "Hard evidence? Hmmm... a probe might be necessary." She sat at her desk reading it, wondering how serious he was and how much of this was just internet flirting. In reality, he didn't live that far away. It was maybe a six or seven hour drive. Not that she would ever be able to do it without being missed at home. But he could drive here. Or at least get close enough to make a rendezvous possible. Assuming, of course, that he had any real interest. There was probably a plentiful supply of willing women in his neck of the woods. Why drive six hours to get a blow job from a woman who couldn't get the job finished? She pushed the thought away. She pondered his email a moment longer before replying: "An in-depth probe?" She clicked send with a slight smile on her face. She waited a few minutes, again hoping for a prompt reply. When none was forthcoming, she closed her personal email and got back to work. Things at work were changing for Julie. It seemed everyone knew how well the audit had gone and that the new customer was practically in the bag. And everyone seemed to know what that meant for Julie. Several coworkers jokingly started calling her ma'am. It was a good feeling, Julie acknowledged. But there was still a lot of work that went along with her impending promotion. She threw herself into it with the vigor that had gotten her the opportunity in the first place. That week was a long one. She got home late, she worked after she got home and she generally busted her butt to make sure that everything on her end was done. And as thoroughly as possible. It also gave her an excuse to be exhausted at bed time... yet another way of keeping Gary at bay. That Friday morning her boss called her into his office and asked her to close the door. Her pulse picked up a little. This was it! She was going to get the job! Sure enough, a half hour later she walked out of his office with a new job... if she wanted it. She had been offered the account manager job and a sizeable raise. Not to mention the office! Carl had given her the company's written offer and Julie had been about to take the job on the spot. "I'm sure you'll want to talk it over with your husband," Carl had said. "Make sure the money is what you want and that he's okay with the demands of your new job. You'll be putting in more hours, probably some weekends. And there's going to be more travel. So let me know on Monday, okay?" Julie had felt a little foolish that she hadn't thought about any of those things. Of course she had to talk all of that over with Gary. What had she been thinking? Julie didn't doubt that Gary would be completely supportive. If the extra hours and the travel were a bit of a sacrifice, he would do what he could to minimize their effect. As for the money, well, they were both working good paying jobs already. They had no kids. Other than their mortgage, they had little debt. The extra money would be nice, but it was almost a non-issue. It was really the recognition and the chance for advancement that mattered. Not the percentage of the raise that went with it. But she did have to talk it over with him first, even if her mind was already set. * * * * * Julie met Gary at a restaurant as was their Friday custom. It wasn't an upscale restaurant, just a chain place where the food was good. "Well?" Gary asked her, smiling expectantly. Julie had dropped a few hints on the phone. "Well...." she said slowly, playing it up. "They made me an offer this morning. Account manager. They want me to decide by Monday." "Wow! That's great!" Gary said. "This is what you've been working so hard for. And now you're going to get it. That's awesome!" It was such a typical Gary response. He was always so supportive and encouraging. He was probably a big part of the reason she was where she was. Whatever she had discovered about herself and her darker desires, she wanted a man like Gary in her life. A friend, a confidant. That was more important than sex, wasn't it? Sitting across the table from him as he beamed proudly at her it was easy to say that. But what would happen if she were in a situation with Greg again? Was what she had with Gary enough to give her the strength to resist? Again, it was easy to say it was when she was sitting here with Gary. But if it were Greg sitting across from her...? When they got home, Julie didn't try to deny Gary. She didn't make excuses about being tired as she had all week long. When they went up to bed and Gary started rubbing her breasts through her nightshirt, she gave him an appreciative moan. Not that she felt all that turned on. But she loved Gary and she knew she couldn't keep pushing him away. That might make him suspicious. Or at least hurt him, and Julie didn't want to do that. Plus she was in a good mood and wanted to celebrate her promotion. Sex with Gary was never bad. He was always very considerate, concerned about her orgasm as much as his own. Maybe even more so. But as she lay on her back and felt Gary enter her, Julie's thoughts were focused on trying to do things the way she always had. It was strange. She had never really paid attention to things. Not in that sense, anyway. Was she responding the way she normally would? Making the sounds Gary would expect her to? It wasn't that the sex wasn't good. But Julie was so completely distracted by her worries that there was never a chance for her to reach orgasm. So she faked it. It wasn't like she had never done it before. There had been times when she just hadn't felt it. They had been few, of course. Tonight was just another case of too many distractions, right? She called out as if in ecstasy as she felt Gary cum inside her. Then he kissed her and laid on top of her for a few minutes. It should have been good and comforting, the way it always had been before. But tonight it was a mirror, reflecting her actions back at her. Not just her infidelity, but her avoiding Gary all week, faking an orgasm, faking all of the intimacy that they were supposed to be sharing at this very moment. She was relieved when he rolled off of her and went to sleep. She laid awake for quite a while, listening to his breathing. The guilt she felt was substantial, but it was still oddly not because her infidelity. Not directly, at least. It had more to do with her dishonesty with Gary that was a by-product of her infidelity. Realistically, how guilty did she expect to feel about the actual cheating? Especially considering she knew she wanted to do it again? Here she was lying in bed beside her husband, his cum still in her pussy, and she was thinking about another man. Another man for whom she would love to spread her legs wide, for whom she would eagerly get down on her knees. Another man for whom she would be a willing slut... a fuck toy. Conflicted, Julie tossed and turned for quite a while before getting to sleep. Julie Ch. 05 "Alack, alas! Another botched date for Peter. At least it one ended before it began. So much for an Ideal Partner Quiz." A sigh came from Chris in the next room. Peter called to him, "At least I can thank you for not saying 'Told you so.'" He had met Patricia through some online dating service. By all the conversing they had done through online chats and the sending of e-mails he had hoped she would be the woman for him. More over, he had hoped she would be a woman. Unfortunately Patricia had not been completely honest but her Adam's apple spoke loud and long – there was something to be said for reality that the Internet lacked. Under his breath he cursed the stupid site and his apparent inability to meet a good woman on his own. Sure plenty of ladies hit on him in the bar, but usually they were just there to flirt or use him like instant-boyfriend mix. Women like that threw him away like expired milk. Then he would retreat to the haven of the bar, hoping for a better chance. Lately, he'd been taking matters into his own hands rather than searching amongst his patrons. The date crashed and burned on Friday and here he was on Tuesday, still surly over it. Well after all, he thought, it is Tuesday -- the official worst day of the week. What better day to be sullen? An hour sped by before he realized he had been unrelenting in his angst. If Christopher had been covering for him, Peter didn't know. But as much as he would like to think it, Patricia was not the only reason for brooding. That girl, Julie, almost sprinted out of his sight. For a few minutes he wondered if she saw some symptoms of plague on his face. That wasn't it, and he knew it. Occasionally called scruffy, Peter was the rough kind of handsome that attracted a lot of female attention. In the past few years, some friends had tried to make him trendy with new shirts and different suggestions on hair styles. He'd laughed at each one and called it "Queer Eye Back-lash." After all, you don't mess with a good thing. Besides that, no one touched his hair – no matter how long they'd known him. Just as the night couldn't get any brighter, a familiar form sallied forth to his favorite stool. "Look who it is, Chris. I thought we banned that crazy old loon." Chris looked upon the old man with a feline grin. "Where is your pretty lady-friend from Friday?" This was met with an equally smug face: "You just wish you'd met her first." "What is going on here? What friend?" The proud expression passing across Walt's face was quite self-satisfied. "The twenty dollar bill. Too bad you saw her first. If I were thirty years younger, I'd give you a run for your money." Walt couldn't help but wiggle his eyebrows in a savvy fashion. "She's your lady-friend how?" "Chris, I sure hope you're the smart one of the family, 'cause light is dawning on Marblehead here too slowly." Calmly, Peter took the teasing and asked, "What happened?" "Well your friend Walt just asked the lady a few questions, like her whole name. And because an old man should always recognize the appropriate time to have excellent hearing, I learned a few other facts about her while she had a few drinks with the girls. That and a little conversation with another nice lady – some real hot stuff." Walt claimed the tall glass of suds that Chris poured for him. "Ah, such a sweet girl." Peter sighed as if a saint with tribulations ahead; he knew it would take quite some time to draw the information out of Walt. *** "I've got a proposition for you." The look on Franky's face was something Julie was wary of. Sure it was sincere and honest – but honest as in I've-got-something-planned-that-will-be-fun-yet-potentially-not. She must have learned it from Matthew. As ordinary as Wonderbread, Julie continued her work and asked the necessary question: "What's the proposition?" "I know you draw. So I was thinking, if I've got me one of those starving artists working for me, I could be a patron or something." Franky shinned her nails against the lapel of her apron idly, keeping her eyes trained on Julie's face. "Course, that means you'd have to make something for me, so I figure a nice portrait would be in order. Not those little doodles you've been doing on your break, either. Something big enough to be framed." Julie pursed her lips, biting back that nearly automatic reply she'd been offering her brother. With Franky just looking at her, neither urging her to the task nor acting disinterested, Julie thought about it. Years had gone by since her last commission and although not starving in the least, the extra money would be good for a movie showing or a day trip to a museum. "I – who would I be drawing?" "Me, of course. And if you want any more cash, I'd be willing to extend the deal for other ones." She leaned in close to Julie as she pulled on her jacket. "I think Marble would be willing, and I wouldn't mind a keepsake of your brother." She had her misgivings about this, but still Julie couldn't help but nod and agree. "Also, I couldn't help but notice you've scheduled yourself for Friday night." The expression on Franky's face was slightly worried. "Did we scare you?" Julie blushed lightly, and gave a delicate no with a shake of her head. "You didn't think me a lush by having two margaritas at the same time, did you?" Before Julie could respond, Franky explained, "It's just that the bar really gets swinging and it's hard to get another by the time I finish mine..." "No, not at all, Franky. I – I just remembered I had something to do. For Matthew." Knowing she was rotten at lying, Julie turned away to bus the dirty dishes from a regular's table. "You've been one of the nicest people I've ever worked for and one of the most magnanimous people I have ever met." "But no Girl's Night?" "Not this week." Julie industriously gathered together more plates for the dishwasher and didn't see the frown on Franky's face. "Well, we won't accept that excuse for very long, so's you know." With that, Franky buttoned her jacket and adjusted her immobile hair. "I'm off for the best Wednesday night I've had in years. Bye Marble! Bye Julie." *** Around ten o'clock her feet had started hurting – but it was now two. The usual stragglers had remained, mostly too engrossed in a newspaper or book to ask for much attention from Julie. In turn, she quietly refilled coffee cups and water glasses. With Franky gone, Marble was her only company tonight. It was a simple nickname given to the chef mostly because he preferred a shaved, shinny scalp to a full head of hair. At about fifty, he was still a force to be reckoned with and ran the kitchen during the late night/morning shifts. The aging black man still managed to wear perfectly white aprons, causing a great enough contrast which Julie found herself sketching quite often. "Hey, Julie – cigarette break." Julie nodded as Marble exited through the back of the stainless steel kitchen. As she watched him leave, the front door opened and a customer crept up to the counter. "Hey, Miss. What's good here?" A quick turn and Julie couldn't help being agog at the man. Usually at work her shyness didn't bother her so badly. But he is anything but usual. She remembered his name; Peter. After all, it'd been running through her head for days now. "Miss?" His voice showed a little concern at her silence. She snapped herself back to the task at hand. He just wants dinner; it's nothing to do with me. "Well, everything is good," and with that she handed him a plastic menu. "What'll you be drinking?" The intense way he stared at her, she thought he would never answer until his lips curled into a sly smirk, "Coffee." Briskly she poured him a cup and set out the milk and sugar for it. "I'll give you a few minutes to look over the menu." Julie's work-autopilot turned on as she bused the last of the straggler's dishes and mugs and cleaned the empty tables and booths out. Luckily most had left quietly and not stiffed her. Occasionally she'd glance over to Peter at the counter who seemed to be totally absorbed in the menu. Warily she approached and got a closer look without his eyes on her. He seemed a pleasant enough man; he was about her age or a little over, with dark tousled hair and a slight tan. And his posture screamed confidence. Just as she was about to move even closer he lifted his head and looked her directly in the eye. Startled, Julie lowered her eyes and cautiously raised them back to his level. "Have you figured out what you want?" Another smirk crossed his face. "I think so; but what would you recommend?" "Well, the pancakes are good and – and Marble makes a mean burger." "I'll take the burger, Julie." Damn name tags. Damn the man who invented them, too. He must have read it and now her knees felt weak just from hearing her name spring from his lips. Instead of embarrassing herself further she nodded and slipped into the kitchen. "Are you okay, Julie?" Marble stood at the back door. "You look kind of pale." "I'm fine. Just need a glass of water – and a burger." "Rare, medium, or hockey puck?" Julie blushed. "I forgot to ask..." A few deft movements had her filling up a glass of water and drinking it down quickly. "Go ask then." She stood, glued to the spot. "I don't think I can go back out there." A good natured person Marble definitely was; but patient he wasn't. "You've got legs, woman, and a backbone. Use 'em." "I'll ask him." Julie took a deep breath to steady herself and walked back to the counter. Although she knew he'd be there, her cheeks grew hot – she'd forgotten to account for his piercing eyes. "How would you like it cooked?" "Medium. Say I've seen you at my bar before, right?" She nodded quickly and jotted down his order, anything to keep from meeting his gaze. "Haven't seen you there very much." "I work a lot." "I can see that. What does your boyfriend think of it?" Peter noticed a slight change in Julie's stance. She appeared sadder somehow. "I haven't a boyfriend." "Walt will be relieved. He told me to tell you 'hello' and 'will you marry me.'" She rewarded him with a laugh. Something inside Peter leapt with glee as Julie smiled. "I'm afraid you'll have to be the bearer of bad tidings then." A composed countenance of nobility overtook Peter's face. "Then I must do what I must do," he sighed and shrugged martyr-like. "I must apologize for before – I was being nosy. And we've never been formally introduced. I'm Peter King." He extended his hand to shake hers but she turned and pretended not to notice. "Marble, the burger is medium." When she turned back Peter's hand was no longer out. "Julie Barton. I'll be right back with your food." "And another cup of coffee, please." *** "I don't know why I showed up – she either thinks I'm an alien with two heads or a hunter with a harpoon." "Who knows," Walt spoke between chuckles, "she might like that in a man. Maybe she's just the frightened doe type." "Look, old man; I'm asking for advice. What do I do?" A large sigh came from Walt's chest. "You silly young people... either you do too much too soon or you do far too little. This is what you do: you go back there some more until she's used to you. Try to have a conversation that goes beyond the daily specials and her availability. I'm sure once she gets used to you it'll be fine. Hell, it even took us a while to get used to your ugly mug." Peter nodded and suppressed a laugh. "Is that how you got your hot date last night?" A glint in Walt's eye sparkled. "Wouldn't you like to know?" "But why are you going to stalk her, Pete?" Chris could not stand idly by any longer. "I'm not stalking; I'm just interested." The cloth Chris had ben using to clean up the mirror was flung at Peter's head. "You know, she might just not like you." A long pause followed where Peter actually gave this consideration. "Nah – prolly just have to get there at a decent hour or something. So I don't look like, you know –" "A pathetic loser?" "I was thinking more along the lines of the aforementioned stalker." "Well, you can't do much about the loser bit anyway." After a few chuckles got out of his system, Walt murmured, "I heard from a very pretty source that the chicken special is good on Thursdays." "Did you learn this from your 'hot stuff', too?" The expression on Walt's face reminded Peter of the Cheshire Cat. "Thursday it is." "Okay, Pete; but if the police officers show up with a restraining order, I don't think it'll be good for business. Especially if you mistakenly get me involved in it like in college when you pissed off--" Chris was cut off from his reminiscing. "What is the point of having an identical twin if you can't get involved in a Comedy of Errors?" The contained laughter from before rose up on Peter. "Even if he is three inches taller, has a different hairstyle, and no sense of adventure." Luckily he ducked behind the bar before anything else could be launched his way. Julie Ch. 05 Again Julie found herself grateful to be back at work on Monday. The weekend wasn't as bad as the one before. The sex Friday night seemed to be enough for Gary, so Julie didn't need to choose between making excuses or faking another orgasm. But being around Gary was difficult now. Lies, after all, take a toll on a person who isn't accustomed to telling them. Julie found herself putting a lot of energy into mundane tasks around the house just to avoid having time to sit and think about how rotten lying to Gary made her feel. At the same time, she continued to send flirtatious emails to Greg. The two had continued sending brief notes back and forth to each other, heavily laced with sexual innuendo. Julie didn't feel particularly guilty about that, even though she realized that she should. As expected, her boss called her in to his office early in the day. In less than ten minutes, they shook hands and she was a newly promoted account manager. There was an open office she could move into as soon as she was ready. Julie was excited about getting an office, as silly as that was. It was, after all, a symbol of a person who had arrived. Leaving the "cube farm" behind was the surest indication that she was on an upward track in her career. But that was only the beginning. Early that afternoon, as she was still moving things into her new office and getting settled, her boss poked his head in. "Next week," he said without preamble, "you and Tony have to go out to Medicorp. Fly Monday and be there Tuesday and Wednesday. You can probably get a flight out Wednesday night. If not, Thursday morning. Call Carol for the travel agent's name and have them make all the arrangements, including a rental car and hotel." He looked around at her half-moved-in office. "Looking good. You earned it," he added. Without waiting for a reply, he departed. Julie scrambled for a pen and paper to write down all the relevant information. Once she had it all written down, she sat at her new desk and picked up the phone. Before she could dial, a thought occurred to her. Greg. She was going to see Greg on this trip. Almost certainly. And she was going to be staying in a hotel room. For at least two nights, maybe three. Her heart quickened as the possibilities played out in her head. She put the phone down. She wouldn't have to worry about getting home. It could be an entire night of... of... what should she call it? Dirty, nasty, slutty fucking sex? Her heart rate increased still further as she imagined an entire night in a hotel room together. She could suck and fuck him until they passed out and then wake up and do it all again! What might it have been like the first time if Julie didn't go home? If she could have stayed in that bed with him, let him fuck her again and again? What if she could have greeted his morning hard on with her mouth? Awakened him by sucking his cock? And then climbed on top him and gotten her day started with an incredible cowgirl style fuck? Would it happen that way on this trip? Julie admitted to herself that it was pretty much up to Greg. If he wanted her, he could have her. Julie had to catch her breath before picking up the phone. * * * * * The week went quickly by. Again, she was inundated with work as she prepared for her trip and got situated in her new job simultaneously. So again there was a reason--excuse, really--to keep Gary at bay during the week. On Wednesday, Julie finally got up the nerve to send Greg an email to let him know she would be there next week. Of course, Greg already knew. But this was his personal email account, therefore, in Julie's mind, she was telling him on a personal level that she would be in town. The implication was obvious enough. Two hours later, her replied. "Get two room keys." That was it. Not "Would you like to have a drink?" or "I'd like to take you out to dinner." Just get two room keys. So he could let himself into her room when he was ready to fuck her? Julie couldn't imagine what else he could have meant. Did she really want him to invite her out for a drink? Did she want him to behave like a suitor? On one level, she supposed she did. But was that just because that's it was the only way she had ever been approached by men? Did she want Greg to show respect for her? Was this a power struggle with his ego? Or maybe she was afraid to be a hotel room slut for him. There was something disconcerting about him taking her for granted like that. His assumption that she would want to see him. No, not see him--fuck him. This wasn't a date they were talking about. This was all about Greg coming to her hotel room and fucking her. It was definitely the assumption that bothered her: that it was a foregone conclusion. But why would he think otherwise? Think about it, Julie told herself. How long did it take from the time she walked into his hotel room until he had her on her knees eagerly sucking his cock? He knew. There was something he saw in her with his predator's eye. Julie wanted to be had. More than wanted it... she couldn't say no to it. She would get the two room keys. And when he held out his hand expectantly, she would give him one. Of course that was scary, to have someone have such influence, control. And to have achieved it so quickly. A few weeks ago Greg was an arrogant jerk at a bar and Julie was a happily married woman. Now? Julie's pulse picked up at the thought of him walking into her hotel room and telling her to do whatever he wanted her to do. * * * * * The week passed quickly in a flurry of activity for Julie. Friday night was dinner with Gary as usual. And, like the week before, Gary was feeling amorous when they got to bed that night. This time Julie didn't have to fake it, but it wasn't Gary she was thinking about when she moaned in orgasm. The rest of the weekend was easier than the previous two had been, but not because Julie felt less guilty. It was only because she was distracted by the thought that she would be seeing Greg soon. And when he saw her, it would be to fuck her. Why did that make it easier to be around Gary? It didn't make sense. Shouldn't she be feeling guilty? Especially considering the degree of premeditation that was going into this act of infidelity? Or, even if she didn't, shouldn't she at least be worried about getting caught? But all Julie felt was anticipation. Julie flew out Monday morning with one of her co-workers, Tony. Tony was older, probably in his late 50's early 60's. He was a nice enough guy the few times Julie had had occasion to talk to him. But she didn't know him well at all, so she was relieved when he pulled out a magazine and read for most of the flight. Not that she minded making small talk, but she had her head full of so many things at the moment. There was a lot of mental preparation she needed for a trip like this. Most of it she had done last week, but it didn't hurt to cram a little at the last minute. And there was also Greg. Greg, who wanted a key to her hotel room. No, not wanted. Expected. The same way he had expected her to get on her knees when he had told her to suck his cock. The thought gave her a little shiver of anticipation. Greg would surely remember the effect that had, telling her to suck it. He would just as surely tell her to do it again. The thought of it, the thought of being told to do it... Julie felt her stomach flutter. A few weeks ago, it was a gift she infrequently bestowed on her lover. Now? Now she got hot thinking that Greg could tell her to do it as often as he wanted and she would gladly comply every time. Like a slut. His cocksucking, fuck toy slut. Was that really what she had become? Already? It didn't seem possible. But the thought of him standing over her, holding his cock out and telling her to suck it... it did something for her, didn't it? It did more than 'something'... It got her hot. Very. It was totally irrational. She knew she shouldn't feel that way. Nevertheless... When Julie and Tony arrived at the hotel, Julie intentionally let Tony check in first. She didn't want him around to see her getting two room keys. After he checked in, he seemed like he was going to wait for her, so Julie made a show of checking her voice mails. "I'll meet you down here in, say a half hour?" she said to Tony. It was getting close to dinner time and, as they were sharing a rental car, they would be going to get dinner together. Tony agreed and headed off to find his room. When Julie told the clerk she wanted two keys, she felt like her intentions were written all over her face. "Two?" the woman behind the counter asked, echoing Julie's request and looking around the empty lobby. "Yes," Julie answered quickly. "I'm always locking myself out," she added with a laugh that sounded only slightly forced. It was an absurd thing to say. And why did Julie care what the woman at the desk thought or suspected anyway? She took the two room keys and hurried off to the elevator. It did feel a bit incriminating, having that second key in her hand. It was a solid, physical object. Something she could hold in her hand and look at. It was a tangible manifestation of her intentions. And what were those intentions? To have sex with another man? Cheat on her husband? No, it was beyond that. What she was doing wasn't cheating as much as it was offering herself up to a man. The fact that he wasn't her husband was incidental. What that key said was everything Julie had always known about how she wanted to be treated by a man in the bedroom was wrong. Or at least inaccurate. She wasn't looking for a man to make love to her, no. She wanted to get down on all fours and get fucked. Get fucked hard and nasty. Have him slap her ass, pull her hair, pinch her nipples, all while pounding her pussy mercilessly. He could flip her over, bend her around like a pretzel or stick her on top of him to ride like a slut-cowgirl. Whatever he wanted to do. Whatever pleased him. * * * * * The next morning, Julie found herself in a conference room with Tony and a couple people from Greg's company. Greg entered as introductions were still being made and business cards were being exchanged. He shook hands with Tony and with Julie. It felt weird to shake his hand, Julie thought. At least after all of the musings and fantasies that had been running through her head, it did. None of them had started with a handshake! Everyone took their seats and the meeting began. Julie found that she and one of Greg's coworkers, Johnny, were the two central players. Most of what needed to be addressed in the meeting was between the two of them. Tony, for his part, took notes and provided some of the detailed product information where Julie was not as knowledgeable. As such, Julie found herself doing about half of the speaking in the meeting. Good speaker that she was, Julie made eye contact with her audience. Her eye contact with Greg was tricky. Every time her eyes locked on his, she ran the risk of stumbling on what she was saying. His blue-gray eyes electrified her each time they connected with hers. Julie only hoped it wasn't as evident to the rest of the participants as it was to her. After a couple hours, someone mercifully called a break and everyone quickly scattered. Julie took a few moments conferring with Tony, then excused herself to use the rest room. Greg was waiting for her in the hall. "Got something for me?" he asked. Julie was not surprised to see the now-familiar smirk. "Uh, I, um, left it..." she gestured over her shoulder, back toward the conference room. "Go get it," Greg replied. Julie looked up at him, saw what she needed to see in his eyes. Without a word, she turned around. A moment later she came out of the conference room again and handed him her hotel room key. She couldn't meet his eyes as he took it from her. Instead, she hurried off to the ladies room as the tingle of anticipation surged through her body. She had just given Greg her hotel room key! Just like that! She had put it in his hand without question. He never said when he was going to come see her or anything. He just held out his hand and she gave him the room key! The fact that he hadn't said anything made it particularly hot for Julie. It was like handing him a blank check... and a man like Greg didn't need a blank check. But he knew what to do with it when he got one. Julie thought about what it would be like to see him walk through her hotel room doorway. Involuntarily, she licked her lips in anticipation. When the meeting reconvened, Julie was grateful for her prominent role in it. It kept her from dwelling on what she had just done. She did find herself making eye contact with everyone except Greg as she spoke. It would have been distracting to look into his eyes right now, see that smirk. See that he knew she was his for the taking. Fortunately, Greg's role was, like Tony's, a more supportive one, so he spoke infrequently and Julie didn't have occasion to address him directly. No one except Greg himself would have noticed her deliberate lack of eye contact with him. When they broke for lunch, Greg and one of his colleagues took Julie and Tony to a local restaurant for lunch. The lunch was uneventful except for one moment when Julie looked across the table at Greg and realized his eyes were on her cleavage. He looked up at her and realized that she had caught him staring and smiled slightly before returning his gaze to her breasts. Again, she felt an anticipatory tingle, this time between her legs. On the way out of the restaurant, Greg held the door for Julie, putting his hand lightly on her lower back as he escorted her out. An innocent contact like that shouldn't have had the effect that it did on her, but it did. Maybe because she was already thinking about his hands touching her when there was not clothing to come between her and his fingers? He had a key to her hotel room... he could come in and fuck her whenever he wanted. The thought both excited and scared her. Had it been a rash move? Giving Greg the key like that? It had certainly given Julie a thrill to put it in his waiting hand. It was virtually the same thing as telling him that she wanted him to fuck her. On his terms, no less. It was one thing to have it happen in the heat of the moment. But this was different. This was a premeditated, calculated move. She had a lot of time to think about it before anything actually happened. Was this crazy? Inviting this man she hardly knew into her hotel room? To fuck her? What would her friends think? The infidelity aside, would they tell her she was nuts to hand her room key to a man she didn't know very well? Almost certainly. Especially a man like Greg—a player. They would ask why she would let herself get mixed up with a guy like that in the first place, let alone give him control of the situation. No matter how big his dick or how well he used it, there was no way Julie should get involved. And she absolutely shouldn't be letting him call the shots! And then there was the whole infidelity thing... It would kill Gary to find out. It would almost certainly be the end of her marriage. How could Julie take that so lightly? Hundreds of miles from home it was unlikely that she would get caught. But what if, somehow, some way, she did? The consequences would be devastating. And still she had put that key in Greg's hand! And if anyone at her company found out about her sleeping with Greg, that would almost certainly spell the end of her brief tenure as account manager, too. Would they ever give her another opportunity like this again? Not likely. She would be destined to return to an anonymous life in the cubicles. If they didn't fire her outright. Was Julie really that much of a slave to her libido? Was a great fuck all it took to unravel everything? Yes, she had had the most incredible orgasms of her existence at Greg's hands. But was that worth more than everything else in her life? How could she rationalize such a decision? It was truly scary. With all the arguments that could be made against it, Julie was still going to go through with it. She had leaned over too far and had tumbled off the cliff. All the reasons in the world wouldn't keep her from falling now. She supposed she could go tell the hotel desk that she had lost one of her room keys. They could reprogram the lock and give her a new key so the one Greg had wouldn't work. But she wasn't going to, was she? No. For all the reasons she could give not to go through with this tryst, Julie had absolutely no intention of backing out. She wondered if that was like what an alcoholic felt like when they looked at a drink, or a junkie when they looked at a fix. It should have scared her to death to want something so badly that she would put everything else in jeopardy to get it. It did scare her. Just not enough to keep her from doing it. The second half of the day at Greg's company went by much like the first half. Fortunately for Julie, Greg did not attend the meeting for much of the afternoon. That allowed her to concentrate on work and keep her internal stress levels lower. The possibility of stumbling with Greg in the room was definitely higher, and that set her on edge. With Greg absent, she could focus and do the first rate job that she was capable of. The meeting broke up around four. Greg reappeared and asked Julie how things had gone. She gave him an honest appraisal of the progress that had been made. Greg's colleague Johnny told Greg that he was quite satisfied with what they had gone over and that by the end of the day tomorrow, things should be wrapped up. "Okay, then," Greg said with smile. "Then let's figure out the important issue... where are we going for dinner?" "Anything is fine with me," Julie said with a slight shrug. "I heard there was a great steak place near here," offered Tony. "Yeah, Tank's Steaks," Johnny replied. "They're about as good a steak house as you'll find anywhere." "Tank's it is," Greg said. "You want us to pick you up at the hotel? Or just meet us there?" Julie and Tony decided to meet them at the restaurant, then left to return to the hotel for a bit before dinner. Once back in her room, Julie looked at the safety latch on the door. Should she latch it? It seemed unlikely that Greg would show up now. She would be leaving in less than an hour to meet for dinner. And Tony was part of those plans. Julie hoped that Greg wouldn't do anything so indiscrete. At the same time, the knowledge that he could enter at any time was very distracting. She couldn't concentrate on the work she was trying to get done before dinner. He could walk in that door, smirk and all, right now. And what would happen when he did? He would kiss her... his firm lips would press against hers. His tongue would explore her mouth and hers would slip into his. They would run their fingers through each others' hair as they exchanged those heated kisses. Then what? With only a short time until dinner, would they have time to do much? If they had sex, Julie would need time to get cleaned up, fix her hair and her make up... Maybe he would just want a blow job? Yes, he could have her suck his cock. Then she would spend the entire dinner thinking about how good his cock felt in her mouth and how desperately she wanted it in her pussy again. Julie sat in her room staring at her laptop, unable to concentrate on work. She found herself fantasizing about giving him that blow job. She still couldn't believe that she got so aroused thinking about giving him head. What was more surprising was that when Greg did not appear before it was time to leave, Julie was actually disappointed. Disappointed that a man hadn't walked into her hotel room and told her to give him a blow job. Disappointed that she hadn't knelt in front of him and taken that long, hard tool in her mouth. Disappointed that she hadn't tasted his cum; gone to dinner with his aftertaste in her mouth, his sperm in her belly. Julie Ch. 05 What the hell was up with her? When did she ever get so worked up? Especially about giving a blow job! She never had, of course. The fact that it was over a man who could totally take a woman for granted was not lost on her. Another thought occurred to Julie out of nowhere. What if Greg had fucked the blonde barmaid before Julie met him for dinner? What if Julie had sucked his cock after it had been in that girl's pussy? The thought stopped her dead in her tracks. Don't be thick! she chided herself. He fucks women all the time! It was equally possible--or probably even more likely--that the barmaid had sucked his cock after he fucked Julie. So what? He was a player and everyone knew it. That was all part of the package. Still, the idea that that cock had been in another woman's pussy a couple hours before it had been in Julie's mouth was... Was what? Her initial reaction had been one of revulsion. But there was some undertone, wasn't there? Something erotic. Or slutty, perhaps. Maybe that was it... the idea that she had sucked the cock of a man who had just had sex with another woman was a level of sluttiness that Julie had never come close to before. While she wasn't crazy about the idea of being so close to having another woman's juices in her mouth, the thought of sucking a man's cock that had been in another woman so recently had a strange appeal to her. It was just plain dirty. * * * * * Dinner passed uneventfully. Greg, Johnny and another man from Greg's company took Tony and Julie out to a very nice steak house. The food was excellent, the drinks were flowing and the conversation was tolerable, if not particularly engaging. It was after nine when they pushed back their chairs and headed for the exit. Greg said nothing to Julie, made no sign, as to what his intentions were. He had her room key, but hadn't indicated that he had any plans of using it. Was it a foregone conclusion that he'd just come by after hours? Avoid any possible embarrassments? Julie didn't know. She felt apprehension as she said goodnight to everyone and climbed into the car with Tony for the short trip back the hotel. Apprehension because she didn't know what was going to happen? Or was she worried that Greg might not show up? What if he had other plans for tonight? Or maybe he had tentative plans? He was waiting to hear before committing to Julie? Or maybe he had definite plans and he might come and see Julie afterward? That last thought bothered her a little. She didn't want to be sitting around her hotel room waiting for him if he was out fucking someone else. She didn't want to share him with anyone else. Julie would only be in town a couple days. Surely she could have his undivided attention for that little bit of time? Once in her room, she found herself unable to settle down. She sat at her laptop for a few minutes, then got up, walked around the small room before settling on the bed trying to watch TV. Then she'd get up and walk around again. As she paced, her belly tingling with nervous anticipation, Julie reflected on just what she was intending to do. She was letting a man into her room for sex. Did that make her a slut? When she thought about it in those terms, it certainly sounded like it. If a woman told her that she had done exactly what Julie was intending to do, what would Julie think of her? That she was a slut? Most likely. Any time now Greg could walk in that door. When he did, what would he do? Would he tell her to suck his cock again? Probably. Would she? Most likely. Hadn't she been fantasizing about it just before dinner? Did that make her a slut? If Julie heard of another woman doing the same, what would Julie think of her? That was simple... that the woman was a slut. Who else but a slut would let in a man she hardly knew? Kneel obediently when he told her to suck his cock? That pretty much answered her question. Julie was a slut. At least by that narrowly defined criteria she was. But wasn't a slut a woman who would do that for any man? Julie certainly wasn't in that category. True, she was probably about to suck the cock of a man who was not her husband. But it was a particular man. Not just anyone. Right? Julie couldn't decide. Maybe that made her a slut, maybe it didn't. While she cringed at the thought of being labeled as a slut, she also knew how hot and exciting it felt to act like one. And maybe that's all she was doing anyway, right? Just acting like a slut? It was confusing. The thought that she might somehow be "turning into" a slut wasn't a particularly pleasant thought. What if this was only a first step? What if, now that she discovered this side of her, she would start wanting to explore it? Julie wasn't particularly worried about that scenario. It seemed unlikely and far away. She was more preoccupied with musings about whether or not a one-night stand like this made her a slut. She paced again, sat again and paced again while all these thoughts turned in her head. Where was he anyway? And what kind of impatient slut was she for wanting him to hurry up and get here? Another thought pushed its way into her head. What was going to happen when Greg got there? Not in general. She knew that. But when he walked in the door, what would he say? What should she say? Julie remembered shaking his hand at the meeting earlier, thinking how strange that was considering what the two of them were planning on doing. But what was going to happen? Julie had never had sex this way before... a man just walking in to fuck her. She was used to a traditional date with lots of flirting that led to making out that led to groping that led to foreplay that led to sex. That wasn't the plan tonight though, was it? So what was she supposed to say to a man who was walking into her room to fuck her? If it was a foregone conclusion that she would, what did either one of them need to say? At the same time, Julie didn't know if she could simply fuck without any of the normal stimulation that built up to the intimacy. It left her with a nervous, uncomfortable feeling. Julie didn't like feeling awkward or out of sorts. She was never one to look as if she didn't know what she was doing. The idea that she felt unsure of herself and what she should do or say irritated her. It shouldn't be so damn difficult, she chastised herself. Greg was going to walk in and they were going to fuck. What else was there? But there was something more, Julie felt. What would happen between him entering the room and them getting into bed together? "Hi, how are you? Ready to fuck?" just didn't work. Greg, of course, would be comfortable. He probably had plenty of experience in these matters. And that only made Julie feel more self-conscious. She didn't want to be standing there awkwardly trying to make conversation or something ridiculous like that. And she couldn't picture ripping off her clothes and flinging herself at him without any warm up. Julie paced around the small room for a few minutes trying to decide what to do to cover up the uncertainty she felt. She stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. Her silky black hair was still pulled back. She let it down and shook her head, causing it to fall in her eyes. She brushed it back and looked at herself again. She liked the way her breasts stretched the fabric of her blouse tight. Julie also liked her hourglass figure. Her waist was thin and her hips had an inviting swell to them. She was definitely very feminine looking and, in her own humble opinion, quite attractive. But her uncertainty about what to do when Greg arrived left her feeling very unsexy. She didn't want to seem awkward. Surely there had to be some way of getting past that to the sex? What if she just took off all her clothes and waited for him in bed? It wasn't like he was going to knock, right? He had the key and would simply let himself in. Once inside, he'd find Julie waiting naked under the sheets and... well, then he would handle it from there. It seemed a little cliche for Julie's taste... waiting in bed naked. But she couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't feel silly. And she couldn't picture herself being the aggressor. Not that she couldn't be aggressive in bed, but this was a scenario unlike anything she had ever encountered. She didn't trust herself to be able to pull off such an active role. Especially with a guy like Greg who had much more experience in these situations. Still not convinced it was the best course of action, but unable to come up with an alternative, Julie began unbuttoning her blouse. She took it off and her bra too and stood admiring her breasts in the mirror for a moment. Yes, these were nice big titties. The kind men loved. With breasts like this, why couldn't she just lay in bed naked and let the man worry about what to say and what to do? She smiled at the thought. Then she slipped out of her skirt and panties, admiring her figure, her thighs and the neatly trimmed triangle of hair between them. Yes, she could lay in bed with those legs spread, so inviting... Julie remembered laying in Greg's hotel bed after he had fucked her. The way she lay with her knees up and legs spread wide. Oh, she had felt like such a slut, the way she was so open for him to see. And it had felt good, hadn't it? Yes, she had loved the way his eyes looked between her legs. The way she had put her pussy on display for him. And she was about to do that again, wasn't she? Her belly tingled with anticipation. She could feel a slight throb beginning between her legs. Any time now a man was going to walk through that door. And she was going to be waiting for him in bed naked. God, it felt so slutty! And damn if it didn't turn her on! Julie took the blanket off the bed and slipped in under the sheet. She lay with her knees up and legs spread, but it didn't feel right. Not yet, she thought. She took a more demure pose with her legs closer together and straight out in front of her. She pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts, then reconsidered and pulled it down to expose them. She experimented for a minute or two before coming up with a pose she liked: one breast covered by the sheet and the other partially covered, just a hint of nipple showing. If that didn't get Greg going, Julie didn't know what would. The thought of him looking at her, laying her like this... his eyes roaming over her before stopping at her partly exposed nipple... Mmmmm... She slipped a finger between her folds and savored the warm wetness that was beginning to gather there. Oh, God! Where was he? Julie could hardly wait another second. She wanted to roll onto her hands and knees and feel that big cock slide into her, pound her into a state of euphoria, make her cum so hard her head would exploded. She slipped a finger into her now-wet pussy just as she heard the door open. Julie immediately slipped her finger out, almost feeling guilty, like she had been caught doing something she shouldn't. From the bed, she couldn't see the door, but surely Greg could see her legs under the sheets. So he already knew that she was waiting in bed for him. Would he expect her naked under the covers? Maybe. Or maybe wearing some slinky lingerie. Julie couldn't believe that, not only had she not thought to bring some, it hadn't even occurred to her until this very moment! God, she was bad at this! The door was just clicking shut as Greg walked in where Julie could see him. He was dressed as he had been at dinner. Julie felt short of breath, her pulse pounding in her throat. He stopped at the end of the bed and looked down at her, smiling crookedly. He was so tall, Julie thought. Of course, she knew he was tall, but because she was laying down, his height was exaggerated. He towered over her. His eyes roamed over her and, just as she had intended, he stopped on the nipple that was peeking out from the sheet. Julie's whole body flushed with a warm tingle under Greg's gaze. God! She was naked under this sheet! Only a thin film of cotton stood between his eyes and her exposed body. The thought scared her a little bit, but thrilled her even more. The two of them remained unmoving for a long, charged moment. Greg didn't even say hello before he tossed his jacket aside and began unbuttoning his shirt. Julie's heart started racing. She had to take a deep breath to steady herself. Oh God, this was getting her hot! Greg's eyes fell on Julie's and she felt another surge of excitement, her pulse skipping wildly. His gray blue eyes seemed to peel away the sheet and leave her completely exposed. Not just her body, but her inner self. Surely he could see it... that tonight she was his slut. "Mmmmm..." Greg nodded approvingly as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. Julie drew another deep breath as her eyes took in his muscular chest, strong arms and big hands. "Already in bed. Very nice." Julie didn't know what to say, so she smiled at him and made a show of realizing her nipple was exposed and pulled up the sheet to cover it. Greg gave a slight snort of amusement. Clearly he wasn't fooled by her contrived display of modesty. "Show me," he said, nodding toward her breasts. The tingle between her legs intensified, her body temperature felt like it rose several degrees. Still smiling at him, trying not to seem hesitant, Julie pulled the sheet away to expose one of her breasts. "Nice," Greg said simply, giving her another nod. He kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed beside her, grabbing her exposed breast firmly with one of his large, powerful hands. He squeezed, hard and firm. "Aaahhh!" Julie responded involuntarily, her back arching slightly. It was as if his hand squeezed a burst of electricity from her breast. It connected instantly with her pussy, causing a new flood of wetness. His fingers clamped on her nipple, giving it a slight pinch and she arched again as the sensation intensified. Men had grabbed her tits before, Julie realized, but never with this effect. She didn't know why. Maybe it was the intensity of the situation, being naked and waiting for him, being grabbed by him with barely a hello. Or was it the way he told her to pull the sheet down? That she obeyed without thinking? Greg leaned down and covered Julie's mouth with his own. He squeezed her breast again as his lips interlocked with hers in a passionate embrace. She could feel the rough skin of his chin against hers, taste the masculine flavor of his lips. It was a long, sensual mating of their lips as they twisted and pressed their mouths together. It wasn't hurried or frantic, but a slow, powerful coupling. Julie gasped and drew yet another deep breath as Greg broke the contact. Oh, her body was almost vibrating with anticipation! At that very moment, Julie knew that Greg owned her. For tonight she was his completely. The thrill of his hands and his lips on her was overpowering. She could sense limitless possibilities for excitement, fulfillment. She pushed her head back in the pillow, her hair swirled around her. She looked up at him and told him with her eyes what her voice could not. That she wanted him to take her. Whatever he wanted, she would give him. Tonight she was, without reservation, his. And if that made her a slut, then she was a slut. His willing slut. Greg's eyes looked back into hers, reading the message there. He recognized it for what it was, of course. Doubtless, it was a look he had seen before. For Julie the moment of surrender was exquisite. Erotic and liberating. Electrifying. There was probably a similar moment the first night she was with Greg. But this time she was consciously aware of it and it thrilled her. Not just because she was surrendering herself to him, but because Greg knew what to do with a woman who surrendered. Greg took hold of the sheet and threw it back, exposing Julie's naked body. She gasped involuntarily before catching herself. Of course she wanted him to see her, get aroused looking at her. She wanted her feminine beauty to fuel his lust, drive him wild so he would give her the most incredible fuck he could. It was just so sudden, unexpected that it momentarily stole her breath away. His eyes soaked in every curve of her body as his fingers left her breast and traced their way down to her hip, then across her belly and down to her pubic mound. They twirled in the short curly hairs there for a moment before gliding down the inside of her thigh. The gentle touch of his finger so close, yet not close enough drove Julie crazy. Her back arched still further, her mouth opening wide in a silent scream. His fingers reached her knee then moved across to the inside of her other thigh. As they slid up toward her throbbing pussy, Julie tried to will him to touch her lips and clit. But instead his fingers skirted her most sensitive areas and ran along her belly and up to her breasts again. The slightest little squeal of disappointment escaped her lips as he deliberately avoided her moistened lips. His smirk widened a little as he encircled her nipple again and gave it a slight pinch. "Are you just going to tease me?" Julie asked breathlessly. By way of reply, Greg stood up and undid his belt, then his pants. He reached inside and fished out his cock. He was only partially erect, but it was enough to make Julie marvel again at his size. There it was, his long, thick manhood, less than a couple feet from her face. She could see every vein and wrinkle in it. She felt herself salivate as she looked up at him expectantly. She knew what she wanted to do, but what she really wanted was for him to tell her to do it. He stood beside the bed for what seemed like an eternity, his semi-erect member dangling within her reach. He looked down where she lay naked on the bed, sizing her up, knowing what she was waiting for and deliberately waiting to give it to her. Then he nodded to her. "Go ahead," he said. "Suck it. Suck my cock, Julie." His words were perfect, exactly what she wanted to hear and said just the way she wanted to hear them. There was no doubt in his voice that she would do as he told her. Why was that so compelling? Julie didn't know. But she did know she had never wanted a man in her mouth more than she did at that moment. Rolling on to her side, Julie took hold of Greg's cock around the base and leaned toward him. She opened her mouth to capture him, then hesitated for a second. He must have understood instinctively why she hesitated. "Suck my cock," he said, more forcefully. Her pussy responded to his words with a flood of throbbing wetness as she wrapped her lips around his cock. As she felt that first contact with her mouth, the excited butterflies in her belly turned to fireworks. It was such a rush of excitement that all Julie could do was close her eyes and hold his cock in her mouth until it passed. God! Since when did she get such a thrill out of giving head? There was no doubt about it, that's exactly what it was: a thrill. As his member stiffened, thickened in her mouth, the tingling and excitement intensified. She could feel the vein in his cock swelling on her tongue and it was driving her crazy. She slid her lips slowly down his shaft, covering him with her saliva. About half way down she found herself flirting with her gag reflex again. Julie wanted so badly to be able to take his whole length, take him down her throat. But she couldn't get past that reflex and, once again, decided it was safer not to try. She slid her lips slowly up then back down again, loving the feel of the smooth, taut skin on her tongue and lips. When she came up again, she gave his head a few long, loving licks. Then she took him back into the warmth of her mouth again, feeling him stiffen to his full length. He rewarded her with a soft moan. Once again, Julie found herself understanding why the woman she had seen with Greg in his car had been content to give him a blow job. Not that Julie wanted to forego the incredible fucking that Greg would give her, no. But she did find it undeniably, if inexplicably, appealing, the thought of sucking him until he came in her mouth. Julie Ch. 05 The way he stood over her, looked down, watched her mouth moving on him. The way he had told her to do it, knowing that she would. Oh yes, she could certainly see herself bobbing enthusiastically on him, eagerly anticipating his climax. As turned on as she was--as much as she wanted him to fuck her--if he wanted to cum in her mouth, she was willing to suck him until he did. That thought spurred her to slide her lips up and down his thick shaft faster. Not because she wanted him to cum, but because she wanted him to know that it was up to him. Of course she wanted him to fuck her, but she would put his pleasure in front of her own. That was the message she conveyed to him as she sucked him more aggressively. She paused for a moment to get on her hands and knees on the bed facing him. Now that she wasn't laying at an awkward angle, she could suck him in earnest. She sucked him hard and fast for several minutes, loving how big his cock was, how it stretched and filled her mouth. She slathered his member with her saliva, caressed it with her lips and tongue. It was such a joy to have him in her mouth. That was a ridiculous thought to have, she knew. This wasn't some fairy tale romance. This was down and dirty hotel room cocksucking! But the feeling was there, nonetheless. She felt nothing short of delighted to have her lips around his stiff member. As she sucked, Julie felt his fingers running through her hair, his hand cupping her chin, her throat. She heard his approving moans and grunts, felt the involuntary spasms that shook him when she did something his body responded to. Every touch, every nuance of his reactions triggered more wetness between her own legs. Her pussy was practically throbbing. God! How could she get so wet, so turned on from sucking cock if she wasn't a slut? A cocksucking slut. Julie sat back on her heels and slipped her lips up to the tip of his cock. With her hand, she held his shaft at an angle so she could look up at him. Greg was looking down steadily, smirking of course. He was smirking because Julie was sucking his cock. And loving it. And he knew it. She was a married woman who, just a few weeks ago wouldn't give him the time of day; had been chafed by his arrogance, thought he was an asshole. Now she was thinking how wonderful it felt to have his cock in her mouth; how incredible it would be to taste his cum; how she would swallow every drop. Damn right he was smirking! With her face tilted up so he could see it clearly, Julie closed her eyes and, as sensually as she could, slid her mouth back down his well-moistened shaft. She couldn't get quite as much of him in her mouth with her head at that angle, but she wanted him to see her face. See her lidded eyes and the look that would tell him his satisfaction was all that mattered. She paused and held him in her mouth for a moment, unmoving, before ascending again. She let out a moan of her own as she did. It wasn't deliberate. It just happened. She gasped and let him slip from her mouth. She took a deep breath to steady herself as she rubbed him on her face, traced her eyelids with his head. Julie realized with surprise that she was close to cumming. She hadn't touched herself, nor had Greg. She had never cum without some kind of direct stimulation before. Would she... could she? Just from having his cock in her mouth? Her body trembled as she took him back into her mouth. She sucked slowly for a moment, not sure what was about to happen. It was so strange to feel her body respond in a way it never had before. It was exciting, but it was damn scary too. She cupped his balls and bobbed slowly on him, trying not to let herself get any more worked up than she already was. This was uncharted territory and Julie couldn't help but be cautious. Still, just the sound of Greg's slow, deep breaths, his low sighs and the occasional spasm of his cock in her mouth were continuing to heighten her arousal. She was already well past the point she would have suspected she could reach. Even the first night with Greg she hadn't felt anything like this. Was she really going to reach orgasm just from sucking his cock? She loosened her lips around his organ to let out a breathy sigh. Greg must have sensed just how turned on Julie was getting. "You like it, don't you?" he asked in a husky voice. Her body shivered in response as she tried to resume sucking him. "You like sucking my cock, don't you, Julie?" The tremors were stronger this time. Julie knew that if either one of them touched her clit at that moment, she would cum instantly. "Say it," Greg instructed. "Tell me you like it." A little squeal came out of Julie's mouth. She looked up at him in surprise, feeling heat rising in her cheeks. Was she blushing? Blushing? She wasn't some damn schoolgirl! Julie couldn't meet his gaze and even after she slipped his cock out of her mouth, she found herself having difficulty saying it. "I... I like it," she managed after a moment's hesitation. "Tell me what you like." Another long pause as she looked at the cock she held in her hand, glistening with her saliva. Then she looked up at him, still slightly embarrassed, but resolved. "I like sucking your cock, Greg." She put him back in her mouth and slid as far down as she could, her eyes locked on his. His eyes never wavered from hers. "You want me to cum in your mouth." It wasn't a question. Julie's eyes closed as another involuntary whimper came out of her. She did, didn't she? Her body shook with anticipation. Oh, God! At that moment, she wanted it. Wanted it like she had never wanted it in her life. Julie felt for sure that if he were to cum in her mouth right then, it would set off her own orgasm. She held him in her mouth as she trembled, awaiting that hot sticky blast. But it didn't come. Instead, Greg pulled away from her. "Time for that later," he said, smirking. "Turn around," he instructed as he stepped out of his pants. As Julie did so, she heard the unmistakable crinkle of cellophane. Greg was putting on a condom to fuck her. The thought made her spasm and quiver as she flirted with the brink of orgasm. She grabbed the pillow beside her and, bracing herself on her elbows, buried her face in it. When Greg stepped up behind her, her whole body flushed with a warm tingle, even before he touched her. A low gurgling moan was emanating from somewhere deep inside her as Greg slipped the head of his cock into her sopping wet pussy. Her hips bucked almost instantly, causing him to slip from her. Patiently, Greg slipped himself back into her. Her hips spasmed again, but not enough to cause him to come out. Her back arched as she lifted her ass high in the air. He plunged into her and immediately it sent Julie over the edge. She clamped her face with the pillow as she screamed into it. Her body twitched and shook and spasmed as something huge detonated inside her, flooding her whole body with a tidal surge of ecstasy. It didn't begin between her legs and spread out. No, it was more like it enveloped her entire being at once. Muscles contracted and she writhed as she came. And she kept cumming. It wasn't just a big orgasm, it was all-consuming. It seemed like it was never going to end. The intensity of it was indescribable. Every molecule in her seemed to be stretched to its breaking point, like her very being would be shattered by the force of it. And it didn't relent. Julie's mind conjured a picture of a freight train rolling by, a never ending thunder of wheels. In like manner, her orgasm kept rolling, knotting and twisting her insides as roared through her. When she could finally breathe again, she lifted her head from the pillow. How many times had she screamed into it? God, she had no idea. She couldn't remember any, but it could have easily been a dozen times. Greg was still inside her, his thick cock deep and unmoving as her pussy clenched and unclenched around it in post-orgasmic spasms. Her body was sweaty and trembling. She was gasping for breath, her heart racing. My God, what had happened? She had never felt anything like that before. A man who could give her an orgasm like that... Wow! A man like that could own her! Julie had been willing to put his pleasure ahead of her own before. Now... well, she just wanted to make sure he felt every bit as good as he made her feel! She rocked back and forth against Greg's cock slowly, still too sensitive from her orgasm to go to fast or too hard. He seemed to understand and let Julie set the pace. His hands gripped her hips firmly, but he let her rock herself back and forth, sliding him in and out of her still spasming pussy. Julie didn't know how long she rocked like that, back and forth on Greg's cock. She was in a bit of a post orgasm haze, only partially aware of the world around her. The warmth in her belly and her limbs, the soft buzzing in her head eclipsed most of her surroundings. She just rocked on his powerful member, letting the sensations wash over her as her body quivered and trembled. Eventually, Julie's breathing returned to normal and her eyes began to function again. No sooner did she feel herself return to awareness than Greg began to thrust himself into her. He stood behind her, next to the bed where she was on all fours. His hands had a firm grip on Julie's nicely curved hips and his thighs smacked against her tight ass. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Julie panted with each pump of his shaft. Somewhere in her head she was thinking that she wasn't ready for this yet. She was still half delirious from the force and duration of the orgasm she had just experienced. She could hardly think straight as she felt him fill her up, over and over... a little more forcefully each time until their flesh was slapping together audibly. Julie braced herself on her elbows, her mouth pressed into the pillow to muffle her cries. Had she screamed? She didn't know. She wasn't even sure if her eyes were open. All of her existence boiled down to Greg's cock and the way he pounded it deep into her, stretching her pussy as he poked his length almost into her abdomen. He was thrusting so hard and so deep, it almost felt like little punches to her belly. Then, over the buzzing in her ears, Julie heard a SMACK! and felt a hot stinging sensation. At first she couldn't tell what or where, but then he slapped her ass a second time and she realized what had happened. Greg was slapping her ass cheek. And slapping it rather hard. And she liked it. She really liked it. "Oh, God!" she squealed as his hand delivered another stinging blow. What the hell kind of woman was she that she was getting into such rough treatment? He continued to fuck her, driving into her repeatedly with his strong thrusts. And as good as it felt, Julie found herself bracing for... no, anticipating, another slap. As the stinging faded, she wanted him to do it again. God it was so hot... his big cock pounding her while he slapped her ass! Was it the sluttiness? The actual pain? The dominance it implied? Julie's head was whirling and there was no way she could say what it was that made it electrifying for her. All she knew was that she wanted another slap on her ass to punctuate his fucking. "God, slap my ass!" she panted, impatient to feel the stinging impact again. But Greg didn't respond right away. He continued to manhandle her by her hips, plowing his sizeable tool into her. Julie rocked back hard into each of his powerful thrusts, absorbing the impact with her stretched pussy. Then, without warning, another SMACK! on her other ass cheek. "Aaahhh!" Julie cried in response, loving the firm power of the blow, savoring the sting it delivered. It combined so exquisitely with the heat and adrenalin Greg's thick cock was churning up within her. It was a spectacular mixture of pleasure and pain that gripped her insides, took her to a new plateau of stimulation. Oh, God! If the orgasm she felt building now was anything like the last one... Abruptly, Greg pulled himself out of her. The withdraw of that hefty member left a void inside Julie and she gasped at the sudden loss of it. Before she could even look back at Greg to see why he had done it, his strong hands were rolling her over onto her back. At the same time he moved her bodily to the center of the bed. Then he climbed into bed and positioned himself between her legs. Julie looked up at him through the matted, sweaty hair across her face. He was kneeling there with his meaty tool in his hand, getting positioned to put it back inside of her. She quivered with anticipation. Julie brought her knees up and spread them wide, loving the slutty, inviting feeling of opening herself as completely as she could for him. He pressed her knees back and apart as he set himself to her swollen lips and pushed easily inside. Another wail burst from her lips as her back arched underneath him and her head dug backward into the pillow. He was so big and thrusting so hard. She would never have thought her little body could accommodate such a thick, nine inch cock. Especially not the way Greg was pounding away at her so forcefully. Julie was loving it. The sheer intensity of the pleasure seemed like it would turn her head inside out. It was so powerful that all she was aware of was the feeling of him thrusting in and out of her. All other senses and parts of her body were reduced to a dim background noise. The room was a blur, her own hoarse screams of ecstasy a distant echo. Then Greg's hand closed around her breast, squeezing it, kneading it, pinching her nipple. The additional stimulation totally blew her away. The room around her vanished. Julie didn't know if she had closed her eyes or not, but she couldn't make out anything around her. The connection between her pussy and his hand on her breast was like a trail of gasoline that had been ignited. The pleasure was so intense it almost felt like she was on fire. Her screams and moans were reduced to breathless gasps. In and out Greg's throbbing member pounded, his belly and hers slapping together. She writhed beneath him, scarcely aware of anything but the orgasm that was about to envelope her, consume her. Greg must have sensed Julie was close and he increased his pace, his forcefulness. Julie responded to his thrusts with a low, throaty grunts. "Uhh... uhh... uhh..." Her body felt like a sponge, soaking up the pleasure, the adrenalin Greg's cock was eliciting. Any moment now her orgasm would hit her, the hand that would grab her and wring every last drop of them from her. Julie's body shook as her orgasm detonated inside her. It was like the flash of a camera in slow motion. It was brilliant and intense and instantaneous... but it stayed, undiminished. Her head was back, her mouth open but whether or not a sound came out of her, she couldn't say. Her body arched beneath Greg's weight, her legs twisting and spasming in the air as he repeatedly rocked into her, driving the power of her orgasm still higher. The gasoline-on-fire feeling engulfed her entirely and she didn't know how she could contain such intensity without exploding. It was more of a volcanic eruption than an orgasm, the magma filling her body with its heat, its fiery passion. Surely she would burst into flames and be consumed by such potent ecstasy. And Julie kept cumming. It didn't seem to ever stop. Her pussy was spasming around Greg's cock, electrified. Her body continued to buck and writhe in the throes of passion. The world had become a dim buzzing around her as every inch of her body seemed to hum with energy. The energy turned into heat, sending a high temperature surge through her. Then everything was tingling as the wave subsided. Julie lay panting, completely, utterly exhausted. Her body still twitched and spasmed with tremendous aftershocks. She slowly closed and opened her eyes a few times before the room around her came back into focus. She became aware of a high pitched whimper that seemed to be synchronized with her own rapid breathing. By turns she realized that the sound was coming from her. And even as that became clear, she was unable to stop it. Was she even trying? She wasn't sure. Then something caught her immediate attention. Greg's cock, holding still deep in her still-spasming pussy was starting to withdraw. Her head snapped up and looked down between her legs. Greg was up on his elbows and knees and she could see his still erect cock slipping from her. Another involuntary gasp burst from her. The head of Greg's cock reached her lips and hovered there. He rubbed himself against her sensitive folds, eliciting more post-orgasm tremors from her. Then, with no warning, he plunged his full nine inches back into her. The result was shattering. Julie's body wrenched and convulsed as new orgasm exploded inside her. It was perhaps not as powerful as its predecessor, but in her weakened and unprepared state, it was devastating. She shrieked, her fingers knotting in the sheets as her back arched violently. She could feel the tingling again, shooting out to every corner of her. The orgasm passed much more quickly this time, but left her far more breathless. The unexpected nature of it was something Julie had never experienced. She had no chance to brace herself for the onslaught. The thrill of it, the electricity of it reached deeper, hit with more force, than anything she had experienced before. Still gripping the sheets on either side of her, with her hair spilled all around her, Julie looked up at Greg smiling weakly. She was still panting, trying to regain her breath as she watched him look down at her. He knew what he was looking at. He knew how incredibly satisfied Julie was at that moment. Sure, Greg knew what a satisfied woman looked like. That's exactly what Julie was as he looked down at her with his smirk. And that smirk that had at one time so galled her, was now a welcome sight. A man who could fuck her like that, make her cum like that, he could smirk all he wanted. Yes, it was the smirk a man wore when he saw a woman who would do anything to please him. Even as she thought that, Julie realized that Greg was still deep inside her, his cock as hard as ever. Oh, God! He still hadn't cum! Julie didn't think she could handle another orgasm yet. She was too spent--and too sensitive--to let him keep fucking her like that. His smirk widened a little. "Tell me what you want," he said, gently sliding back and forth in her. Even that little bit of motion was too much stimulation in her over-sensitive state. She gasped and grabbed at his hips to stop him. "Oh God!," she breathed, a smile spreading across her face. "That was incredible!" She threw her head back into the pillow and pushed her hair back out of her face. She looked back up at him. "Let me make you feel good now." Greg tickled her dripping lips with the head of his cock again and she twitched and bucked at his touch. Oh she was definitely too sensitive right now. She pulled her legs out from under him, surprised how they felt so heavy and so light at the same time. The tingling afterglow of her orgasms was still coursing through her and it gave her limbs a strange, detached feeling. Julie turned around to face Greg and pulled at his condom, yanking it off and tossing it aside. Her body shuddered again as she took hold of his thick shaft. Oh, it felt so good to wrap her hand around that incredibly beefy member! She looked up at him and, opening her mouth, leaned forward. But Greg stopped her, putting his hand to her forehead. With no explanation, he climbed out of the bed and stood beside it. Julie crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for him again. "Nope," Greg said, shaking his head. "Not like that." Julie looked at him and blinked, confused. "You want to suck my cock, don't you?" She nodded, an embarrassed smile on her face. Julie Ch. 06 "It is official; I am insane." It had been more than forty-eight hours and no sleep. But Julie couldn't help but smirk. A peculiar theme in the drawings placed nearest her bed had struck her. Dark eyes with a tinge of Heaven and Hell watched over her framed by long masculine hair. "Insanity – I'd have to be insane after all this. Besides the fact that I'm talking to sketches…" It felt better to be talking to the rough drawings than herself suddenly. "At least you're not Jesus. And you're not talking back." She hadn't missed Michael so badly since she left New York. He would hold her close in the night and find her pills with such care – or it had been with that loving manner for a while. She couldn't recall just when the affection dissipated and turned into a chore. But she forgave him for that part of their relationship. You can only be awoken so many times by screams ere you begin to despise some aspect of the trouble. And there were other things to hate him for. Instead of trying to sleep now, she drew, no longer limiting herself to mere sketches. She drew anything that wandered into her mind, sometimes not even having an idea. Her hand thrashed about the pages with its own agenda, forming confusing images which Julie taped all over the walls of her bedroom. The small room, formerly with just a pile of clothes and a bed, now seemed lived in. The images were plastered all over like she once had done in college. Somehow it felt right. The upstairs kid was blasting music. She spoke to no one in general: "Luckily I'm not trying to sleep now, else I'd be pissed." The volume got louder and Julie could almost see the floor vibrating in sympathy. Usually this didn't happen until nine or so. A glance later, Julie realized it was nearly ten. "Shit, I got to get to work." She sifted through the pile of clothes by the closet and pulled out the cleanest uniform. Quickly showering, changing, and attempting to get rid of the charcoal remnants on her hands and face flew by in her hurry. But as she pulled on her shoes, Julie found herself lost in the pictures sloppily taped on the opposite wall. She smirked once more at the wall before she sped off to work. *** The lunch rush was on and Julie's strength was flagging. Officially one, it was time for Matthew's bi-weekly visit and Julie tried to wrap up her fear in preparation. She nodded to Franky at the counter while taking their food to a booth, silently letting the owner know her break had begun. Like clockwork, Matthew rolled into the shinny diner with a suave wink at Franky just before he bee-lined for his sister. One look, though, told him to drop his charm and be the caretaker. "Julia Rachel Barton, you haven't taken your medication." She rolled her eyes. "That obvious, huh?" "Yeah, I'd say so. How long haven't you …" "Since Michael." Matthew saw, staring at his sister in disbelief. "Please tell me you are punishing yourself because of that asshole. No one deserves – that – when they sleep." "Oh Matty," she sighed. "I hate the pills and how they make me feel. When I left, I'd been taking them non-stop since the winter. They make me so numb." Julie took a napkin and cleaned an imaginary stain on the table. "So I have a system. I work until I drop – no nightmares." "Looks like your system isn't working." Not able to help himself, Matthew stated what must have happened. "Michael made you take the pills." Her nod was barely perceivable and his heat creeping through his mind was off-set by his calm tone. "He also convinced you to drop out of art school, didn't he?" Her eyes strayed from his, refusing to answer. "I'm no great artist, Matthew. That's why I dropped out." "Don't think I'm completely clueless." Matt shook his head. "Call it brotherly intuition. There's more you're not telling me." Against his will, the anger rose in his voice. "If I ever see that prick again, I'm going to kill him." For the first time in two days Julie smiled. "You wouldn't. But thank you for saying it." She looked down at the food before them; turkey club for her and a tuna melt for him. Marble had convinced Matthew to try one a few weeks back mentioning how it was the sole reason his wife still keeps him around. Now he wouldn't accept anything else. "Eat up, or you might insult the chef." Her break was over all too soon, but Matthew remained talking about anything normal. The important topics could wait a little longer until Julie was ready. Or when she doesn't look like a defenseless scrawny kitten. The fact that Julie's fingers were discolored with charcoal dust gave him hope enough to stay quiet. *** "Now just stay there, nice and still." It seemed like easy enough but Franky was finding it hard to be stationary. "Whose hair-brained idea was it to have me holding up a tray of food?" "Yours." "I'll leave it to the professionals next time then." A small chuckle escaped Julie as she sketched Franky's form. "That's right." "Less talk, more drawing. Means less time for me to hold this damn thing up." Franky could swear she heard something in her back crack from the strain of the past minute. Julie got the basic structure down and removed the tray from her employer's hand. "Keep your hand up around where you had the tray and we'll be golden." "Much better." Somehow with her arm up in the air and nothing to do but count the seconds, the pain started returning. Instead of counting the minutes, Franky struck up conversation. "So how long do these things generally take?" "Depends on the model," Julie answered distractedly. "Why was Mike looking at you like you might break?" "Don't know." "Didn't think you'd evade that one," Franky murmured. "Your sarcasm has been duly noted for the record." Julie heard a little sigh from her subject and felt the need to explain. "I get bad dreams sometimes. It's a medical condition really. Apocalyptic nightmares or staying up late isn't much of a choice right now." With a dissecting gaze, Julie looked for some kind of adverse reaction from Franky but found a worn-down countenance of acceptance and support. "Stay like that." Julie's arm moved frantically around the page, keeping her eyes trained on her model. In no time at all, Julie stopped. "I'll have it done in the next few days." "Alright. Why don't you go home now and see if you can get some sleep?" "But I've got another four hours left –" In the blink of an eye, Franky was pushing Julie toward the door and her jacket. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to argue with your boss?" Soon enough, at home and abed, Julie understood the wisdom her new favorite mother hen. She slept through the rest of the afternoon on into the evening peacefully. Julie Ch. 06 Julie didn't see much of Greg that day. He was there at the start of the meeting and dropped in a couple times before lunch. But mercifully, Julie didn't have to sit in the same room with him all day. It would have made it too hard to concentrate. And for all the wrong reasons. She should have been worried about being discovered. The consequences of what she did. How it would ruin her life and her husband's as well. Her career too. But those wouldn't have been the reasons for her distraction. Her distraction would have revolved around wanting more of what he had given her. It would have been because she was in the presence of the cock that had taken her to such unbelievable heights. The fact that it would be hidden by slacks would not diminish the hold it would have on her attention. She would have been distracted thinking about how hot it had made her when he told her to suck it. Even now, she had to avoid thinking about it, so she wouldn't get aroused again. And equally distracting was the unexpectedness of her reaction. Julie had never been told to get on her knees and had never been told to suck cock before. She had never had a man she was pleasuring call her a cocksucker before. She was surprised how much it had turned her on to experience those things. She would have thought that she'd be put off by such arrogance. But she wasn't. It made her belly flutter just to recall. Maybe that was the reason Greg's presence would have been so distracting... Julie wanted to experience all those feeling again. And she knew, no matter how much her husband loved her and wanted to please her, he would never be able to make her feel the way Greg had. Gary couldn't order her to her knees. Tell her to suck his dick. He could try, but it would never be convincing. Greg had told her to and he did so with no doubt that she would do exactly that. Julie didn't know why she had felt so compelled to obey, but she had. And she got turned on like crazy doing so. She had cum herself, it had been so hot! Thinking back to the first time she had met Greg in the bathroom hall of the restaurant, Julie would never have suspected such a thing was possible. He was so insufferably arrogant. His every word, expression and gesture chafed. He was like a composite of everything that Julie detested in a man. And now Julie was fondly recalling the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth. The wonderfully submissive feeling of kneeling before him. Tasting his cum. Swallowing his cum. Julie knew that the only thing that would stop her from doing it all again was Greg. As long as he wanted her, she wouldn't be able to refuse. The size of his cock and the incredible orgasms aside, Greg had something else that Julie needed. That arrogance that she thought she detested, that confidence and male dominance that should have rankled her, turned out to be the missing ingredient. Julie remembered one of her friends from college, Krissy. She wasn't particularly close with Krissy, but they were dorm neighbors for a year and for a brief period, they talked regularly. Krissy had a boyfriend that was not unlike Greg. He was good looking and arrogant. And he made little attempt to cover his indiscrete hook-ups with other girls. Julie had lectured Krissy on several occasions on what kind of guy he was and how rotten he treated her and how she shouldn't let him. If anything, Krissy's boyfriend was probably responsible for Julie's dislike of good-looking-but-arrogant men. He was at least a major reinforcement of Julie's reasons for that dislike. But no matter what he did and no matter what Julie said, Krissy always went running whenever he called. Julie had always assumed that Krissy had some sort of self-esteem issue. Why else would she allow a man to treat her with indifference and still be at his beck and call? Did Julie have self-esteem issues? She doubted it. She certainly never felt like she had. Maybe Krissy hadn't been suffering from poor self-image either. Maybe there was something in a man like that to which she responded. Sexually. Just like Julie with Greg. In a way, that was even scarier. If it was a self-esteem issue, presumably there was some flaw that could be addressed or corrected. But what if Krissy had just been wired that way? What if she just needed a man to treat her a certain way? What if that was the case with Julie? What if the only way to reach those glorious heights was at the hands of a man who didn't see her as anything more than a fuck? What if that was the reason he was able to have the effect he did on her? It was almost a catch-22... as long as he didn't show any attachment to her, he could please her. If he were to fall in love with her, he would lose the power he had over her. Not that Julie was naïve enough to think Greg might fall in love with her. It was just a no-win situation. Even if she wasn't already married. There would never be a guy who could give Julie loyalty, love and respect and still make her cum like that. Maybe that was why she didn't feel more guilt over cheating on Gary. Gary, after all, was a wonderful man and a loving husband. But there's no way he could inspire the feelings in her that Greg could. And Greg, whatever his prowess in the bedroom, whatever itch he scratched for her, could never amount to more than a sex partner. The only way to have her cake and eat it too was to love Gary as her husband and submit to Greg as his lover. No, not lover... Slut. That's really what she was to him: a slut. And that's what made it work for her. As long as he treated her like a slut, she could get the sexual stimulation she needed from him. As long as he treated her that way, it would release that side of herself, be that slut that would drop to her knees at his word. Suck his cock when he told her to. As long as he fucked her like a slut, used her like a slut, it would fill that void in her. It would make those dizzying heights and shattering orgasms possible. That was the key, wasn't it? That he made her feel like a slut? So she could behave like one, right? Let go of any inhibitions and revel in the pure, high-octane physical pleasure of sex the way a slut would? How far would she take it though? That was the question. Greg still had the key to her room and she would be there at least tonight if not tomorrow. And if he came back again tonight, she would gladly do it all again. But that wasn't what she was pondering now. What she wondered is what would happen if she were having drinks with him and he told her he wanted her to come out to his car. Maybe he would even tell her it was to give him a blow job. But it wouldn't matter if he said it or not. Julie would know why he'd want her to go outside with him. Would she do it? What if he were to meet her in the hallway here, at his own company, and guide her into an empty conference room? There was no denying that the insane level of risk would make it incredibly exciting. But the question wasn't whether or not Greg would actually do something like that. No, the question was, how would Julie respond? If the magic revolved around being his slut, did that mean she had to be his slut whenever he wanted to keep the magic intact? Once she started refusing him, wouldn't the dynamic change? Would she still get the same thrill if it did? It was purely hypothetical at this point. Greg had shown no inclination to do anything that might jeopardize either one of them. Most likely, if he was interested, he would return to her room tonight. There, in the harbor of a rented room, he could tell her to do whatever he wanted and she would comply. These thoughts ran through Julie's mind at odd times, occasionally foiling her concentration. But for the most part, she was able to focus on the meeting and do her job quite well. If she missed something once in a while, well, who didn't? Especially in an intense, get-a-lot-done-in-one-long-trip session like this. All in all though, Julie was glad that Greg wasn't in the room. That might have been ugly. When the meeting broke for lunch, Greg was one of the people who again took Julie and Tony out to eat. His presence at the restaurant wasn't as distracting as it would have been in the meeting. Still, Julie found herself daydreaming about him naked while they ate. True to form, Greg didn't talk shop at lunch and everyone in his group seemed to be of a like mind. But the conversations seemed to revolve around sports and politics for the most part. Being the only woman in the bunch, Julie felt slightly left out of their guy talk. But on the other hand, it gave her time to watch Greg and think about the things he had done to her. And might do to her again tonight. Hopefully. That afternoon, as they were all once again locked in the conference room and working through item after item, the door opened and one of the senior execs popped his head in. "I've got tickets to tonight's game if either of you are interested," he said to Julie and Tony. Julie declined, but Tony enthusiastically accepted. "I almost never get to a game anymore," he said. "I'd love to." "I would too," Julie lied. "But I'm probably going to spend tonight getting everything finalized," she gestured to the stack of folders beside her on the table. The exec shrugged. "Okay, I'm sure there'll be no problem getting someone else to go," he laughed. And one of the other men at the table quickly accepted. "They have great seats," the man assured Tony. When the meeting broke up for the day, Greg came over to Julie and Tony. "I understand you're not going to the game with us tonight," he said to Julie. Us? Julie thought. Was Greg going to the game? If he was, that pretty much ruined her plans for the evening. Of course he would be part of the group going to the game, Julie realized too late. He was their primary contact. The one they were here to build a working relationship with. How could Julie not have thought of that! Oh, well. Too late now! She had inadvertently sentenced herself to a night in her hotel room with her laptop. Fun, fun, fun! "Too much work to get done," Julie replied to Greg. "Can't let my new account down before we even get started, can I?" Greg smiled, his eyes fixing on hers in a way that made her insides turn mushy. That arrogant prick! she thought. He knows he has me! "Well, I admire your dedication," he replied easily, his eyes still on hers. "I guess we'll see you in the morning?" "Briefly," Julie said, tearing her eyes away, hoping she hadn't seemed like she was swooning or anything foolish like that. "Our flight's at noon, so we'll pop in for an hour or so, then head out." Julie turned to pack up her things while Tony, Greg and the other guy talked about getting to the game. Julie realized she was listening in as she heard Greg tell Tony that he would pick him up at the hotel. Had she been listening for that? Deliberately? Or had she just accidentally heard it? She couldn't lie to herself. The idea that Greg would be at her hotel, however briefly, got her mind going. He still had the key to her room, after all. And, she realized, that meant he would have to drop Tony off after the game too. Would he come to her room then? Julie had to force herself not to think about it while she was still here in her professional capacity. As she gathered her things and made ready to go, Greg separated himself from the group of men. "When you go back, don't change," he said in a voice low enough only Julie could hear. She looked at him blankly. Back home, she wondered? "When you get to the hotel," he clarified, seeing the confusion on her face. "Don't change your clothes." Without giving Julie a chance to reply, he walked away. "See you in an hour or so," he said to Tony, clapping him on the back on his way by, as he headed down the hall away from the group. Julie looked down at her clothes. Navy blue slacks, a white blouse and a blazer. Why would he tell her...? Then another thought pushed her musings out of the way: he was going to stop in and see her before picking up Tony. Why else would he care what she was wearing? The thought of seeing him in her hotel room again sent shivers through her. She had to hurry up and get out of here before she did do something foolish to give herself away. A short time later, she was back in her hotel room. She piled her work on the table and started picking through it. But she wasn't thinking about work at all. She was thinking about Greg and him walking through that door. She felt like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to unwrap her presents. Julie wondered again about Greg's instructions to keep her work clothes on. She thought she knew why. In these clothes, she was a business woman. She was a woman with a career, with responsibilities and one who earned the respect of those around her daily. This was Julie as she appeared in her most powerful form. And that was exactly how Greg wanted to see her. So he could tell her to get on her knees. Watch her in all her pride kneel before him and suck his cock. Could there be a more obvious way for him to illustrate his influence over her? He wanted to take her at her most self-assured and make her kneel in submission. Julie shook with anticipation. It was a totally evil thing for him to do, she thought. But incredibly erotic. It wouldn't be Julie the naked, horny chick on her knees this time. It would be Julie, the account manager. The woman who had her own office and secretary. Who was a star on the rise in her own company. That was the woman he wanted to humble tonight. It should have bothered her, his arrogance. That it was a foregone conclusion that he could waltz in the door and have her suck his cock was enough. That it had to be in her work clothes? It was a clear message, if ever there was one. But Julie didn't care. She should have. Did it bother her that she didn't? Probably. She had never been a woman to be taken lightly or for granted and that was part of what Greg was doing. And she was a professional woman who was never one to accept sexist treatment. And now? She looked at herself in the mirror. With her blazer open, Julie could see her erect nipples through her blouse. It wasn't the slightest bit cold in the room. Her nipples were straining against the fabric because of Greg. And the way he made her feel. And how was that, exactly? Well, hot, sexy and desirable for sure, but that wasn't the real story. He made her feel like a slut, which she was still surprised she enjoyed so much. But that wasn't all of it either. He made her feel like she should want to please him. He made her feel submissive. Yes, those were the sexual ingredients that made it impossible for Julie to sit patiently and wait for Greg. In another life, weeks ago, Julie would have called herself pathetic for the way she paced, nervous and excited. She would have scolded herself: she was not a woman to sit around waiting for a man. She would have been stunned to find that all of this excitement revolved around giving a man pleasure—not receiving any of her own. None of that really mattered now though. What mattered was that he was going to be here very soon. And when he was, he would say those words that would make Julie's panties dripping wet. God, where was he? Julie could hardly contain herself any longer! When Greg finally did show up though, Julie found herself more reserved, less enthusiastic. Outwardly, at least. There was still the tingling of sexual tension of Greg's presence, but she felt less like she wanted to run right to him now that he was actually in the room with her. "I only have a few minutes before I have to meet Tony in the lobby," Greg said, looking Julie up and down in a way that made her feel naked. "That's why I said don't get undressed." "That's not what you said," Julie countered. "You said don't change, not don't get undressed." There was a game being played here, she knew. She just wasn't sure what it was. Or why he'd be playing around anyway. If they only had a short time, why wasn't he getting right to it? "Well, your ass does look great in those slacks," he said with a shrug. "But that's not why, is it?" Julie replied. Her tone conveyed that it wasn't really a question. The smirk immediately surfaced on Greg's face. He shook his head. "No, it's not." "Then why?" she persisted. They both already knew the answer, but she was curious how he would explain it. If he would explain it at all, that was. "Maybe I've been seeing you in that outfit all day," he said easily. Julie shook her head. "Is that really why?" Again, it wasn't phrased to be a question. "Maybe," he said, crossing the room to her, opening her blazer and taking note of the bumps of her erect nipples, "I wanted to have the new account manager service her account." He reached down and squeezed Julie's nipple hard. The words and the pinch affected her simultaneously. The pinch sent an electric arc through her body, lighting up all of her in a flash. The words though were more complicated. As turned on as Julie had been waiting for Greg, she now felt something in her pushing back. There was definitely something hot, erotic about him taking her in her work clothes. She wasn't denying that she had been quite turned on by the thought. But now that she was actually confronted with it, she felt protective of her professional persona. The feeling came over her in an unexpected fashion. One moment she was getting wet thinking about Greg walking into the room, the next she was thinking that this would be crossing a dangerous line. Not professionally. Or even with Greg. It was a line inside of her. Maybe it would be like saying she should be subservient in the workplace? Or whatever her professional accomplishments, she was still being measured by her tits and ass? Those things were part of it, perhaps, but not the real danger. Julie couldn't put her finger on it, but something about the situation made her backpedal. The funny thing was, if Greg hadn't made a point of mentioning her clothes, Julie probably never would have made this connection. She probably would have still been wearing this outfit when Greg arrived and would have been perfectly content to do.... well... whatever. It was because Greg had said it. Specifically. He was intentionally trying to make her cross whatever line it was. That's what made her resist. She backed out of his reach. "This has nothing to do with work," she asserted. Greg shrugged. He didn't seem to care one way or the other. Or he assumed that the outcome was a foregone conclusion. Did that rankle her? Maybe a little, but not as much as it should have. "Not really," Greg agreed, stepping forward, closing the gap between them. Julie stepped backward again. "It's just that this," he indicated her attire, "is how everyone sees you, right?" She nodded as he took another step toward her. She backed away again. "This is the sexy business woman that everyone knows." He stepped forward again. "So?" she asked, backing away still. This time her ass hit the edge of the table and he stepped up close. "So... I want that sexy business woman to suck my cock." "But why, uh...." Julie had no way to articulate her feelings. It did seem ridiculous, didn't it? That she would tell him no, simply because she was wearing the clothes he wanted to see her in? And he just said that he wanted her to suck his cock. Those words still had a strange power over her. Her knees wanted to bend when he said them. "'Cause it's hot," Greg answered her unfinished question. "You're a very competent, capable woman. You're good at what you do. You deserve to be managing this account on your own merits. And," he added, pinching her other nipple, "you're going to look fucking awesome on your knees in this." His other hand touched the lapel of her blazer. Julie Ch. 06 So there it was. Exactly as Julie had suspected. He wanted to see Julie the business woman on her knees. Show her that she was a slut no matter what she was wearing or who she was at the office. That was a line that she was fearful of crossing, even as she realized she was going to. Greg gave her nipple another hard tug, then stepped back, pointing to the floor in front of him. "Well, come on," he said, impatience creeping into his voice. Julie looked up into his eyes for a long, tense moment. She really already knew what she was going to do. And she saw in his eyes that he knew it too. All this posturing was pointless. If anything, it probably only enhanced his victory. It said to him that this was something she valued. Did not take lightly. And yet she was still going to give in. Wordlessly, his eyes boring into hers, he pointed again. She lowered her eyes and sank to her knees. There was a wetness in her pussy that was even more intense than before, in spite of her misgivings. Or maybe because of them. As she watched his hands undo his pants, Julie couldn't help thinking about everything that had happened earlier in the day. The meeting, the conference room, the people she ad been surrounded by all day long. This was the Julie they had all seen. These were the clothes she had been wearing. How many of those people would have suspected that she would be on her knees in these very clothes, waiting for Greg to put his cock in her mouth? Would they be surprised if they knew how eager she was? If they knew how wet she got at the thought of giving him head? Or worse... would they assume she had gotten the job by sucking his dick? A shiver of fear ran through her at the thought. All her credibility, all her accomplishments would be forever tarnished by that suspicion if anyone ever found out. Her reputation would become that of a slut who fucked and sucked to get where she was. It was so ironic. She had already gotten where she was before any of this. Not that anyone would ever believe it. But that was the truth. Greg fished his sizeable member out of his fly and Julie felt her heart start to race. This was, after all, the cock that had taken a competent, professional business woman, a devoted wife and turned her into a cocksucking slut. This was the cock for which she was risking everything. It was an amazing hunk of flesh. Its size, texture, color, its proportions, its smell and taste... everything about it screamed that it was the essence of a real man. Everything about it instilled an urge in Julie to satisfy it. It was definitely a cock that made her want to get down on her knees and pleasure it the best way she knew how. With her hands palms down on her thighs, Julie leaned forward and licked the tip of Greg's cock. With her tongue she lifted his almost fully erect member into her mouth and sucked the end of it. She slid her lips a little farther down, so she could feel him harden the rest of the way in her mouth. The stiffening of his shaft in her mouth elicited a fresh surge of wetness. God, she loved it! It was so hot, feeling him attain that rigidity with her lips wrapped around him. With her hands still in her lap, she looked up into his eyes and bobbed slowly up and down on his thick pole. Julie had to look away. She felt embarrassed that she was enjoying it so much. Was it because this was it? This was all they were going to do tonight? It was a first, she realized. All her other encounters with Greg may have included sucking his cock, but this was the first time it was exclusively a blow job. Like the woman in the parking lot. And like her, Julie was discovering she could be quite satisfied with it. She looked back up at him, still feeling a little embarrassed. Greg's eyes were waiting for hers, had never wavered. She kept the eye contact as she pushed her lips as far down him as she could. She held herself there for a long moment, all the while, their eyes locked on each others'. That moment conveyed a message that Julie couldn't have put into words. She wanted him to see how much she enjoyed it. Loved having as much of him in her mouth as she could take. It was a look he surely would understand. How many women had been on their knees before him with that look in their eyes? "Yeah," Greg breathed in a low, velvety voice. "Suck it, Julie. Suck my cock." She gave a little whimper as the dampness between her legs increased with his words. She closed her eyes and bobbed sensually on him, yearning to hear his sighs and groans. One of her hands left her lap, slipped into his pants and wrapped around the base of his shaft. She held him firmly as she started sucking him faster, more aggressively. She knew she had to increase the intensity to make him cum, but she wanted to do it gradually. She was in no hurry to finish him. She wanted it to last so she could enjoy every lick, suck and bob as much as she possible. "What do you think Tony would say?" Greg asked her, startling her almost to the point of stopping. "What would he think if he knew you were sucking my cock right now?" Julie opened her eyes and looked up at him as she continued to suck him. "What about the rest of them?" Greg's allusion to Tony and the rest of the people in her meeting was strangely erotic. Like having her keep her work clothes on, it was another reminder that, whatever she was professionally, right now she was his slut. She was a woman who commanded respect in the conference room. She was a woman with responsibilities. She was a woman that could handle pressure. She was a woman on her knees with her client's cock in her mouth. What would all of those people think of her if they saw her like this? It wasn't like she was doing it to further her career, even though they might think so. She was doing it because it made her wet. It turned her on. She just wanted to. Greg telling her to keep on these clothes, his talking about her co-workers, was all part of one premise. He was taking Julie at her most successful, most powerful, most accomplished and juxtaposing that with her on her knees. Demonstrating that, whatever else she had achieved, she would still succumb to his dominance. It should have been a bitter pill for her to swallow, but it wasn't. That this arrogant man could compel her most independent self to submit to him was rather erotic. Julie found it filled some hitherto unknown need within her. Something that existed on a very primitive, almost animal level. And it was that need she was feeding now as she pleasured Greg's cock with her mouth. "Think they'd be surprised to see you on your knees, so willing?" Greg continued. This time Julie had to stop and let out a moan, her body shaking slightly at his words. "Would they be surprised how much you like it?" She had to pull him out of her mouth and moan again. "I bet even you're surprised, aren't you?" In response, Julie started sucking him faster, more energetically. She no longer wanted to savor the slow build up. She only wanted to finish him. Satisfy him. Show him he was right. That her job and its trappings didn't change the fact that she wanted to please him. Oh God! How could he be having this effect on her! How had he made this such a thrill for her? Her hair fell in her face as she bobbed faster still on Greg's meaty member. The idea of other people from her office or his knowing about this... visualizing this... imagining Julie with a man's cock in her mouth... God! It was making her sooo hot! And being on her knees like this, the submissiveness of it, so out of character for her... The idea of them knowing how aroused it made her, to submit like this. And to do it while wearing the very clothes that they all saw her in... The heat and wetness between her legs grew and intensified. Again, she felt close to having an orgasm without ever touching herself. She sucked faster, her neck bending to propel her lips down his shaft over and over, spittle pooling on her hand, dripping off of it. Julie could feel him swelling, stiffening and she knew he was close. She kept up her pace, ferociously working him to the point of orgasm. When she felt him reach that unmistakable point where he was just about to erupt, she thought she would cum herself. But then his thick, gooey offering splashed onto her tongue to the back of her throat in such quantities that she had to focus on not choking. The distraction caused her own orgasm to slip away, but she wasn't regretful. She continued to suck him and swallow down all that he had deposited in her mouth. It made her feel obedient to swallow it. And that's what made this whole scenario work so well for her, wasn't it? That there was something about him that compelled her to be sexually obedient? As she was sucking him and cleaning him with her mouth, Greg abruptly pulled his cock out of her mouth and wiped it on her cheek. There was little if anything that had escaped her mouth. It was more of a symbolic gesture. He looked at her to gauge her reaction. Julie didn't object and that seemed to be the correct response. "I gotta run," he said, looking at his watch and zipping up. "Maybe I'll see you after." And then he left. Without even helping Julie up. She was still climbing to her feet as he was opening the door. Before she could think of a reply, he was gone. She stood in her hotel room feeling a little empty and confused. Not that she expected much, but at least a hand up? A hug or a kiss goodbye? She had just swallowed his cum! He could have been just a bit more gracious! Julie looked at herself in the mirror. Other than her hair being tousled, she looked pretty much the same as she had a couple hours earlier in the conference room at Greg's company. If she went down to the bar, she would be just another business traveler unwinding after a tough day. Not a slut trying to wash the taste of cum out of her mouth. It was strange. Julie had been quite okay with the situation right up to the point where Greg left. His exit was so abrupt that it magnified how he saw her. True, it was because he took her for granted that this situation worked for her. But still.... It was just a little too harsh, leaving her on the floor that way. Perhaps her desire to pleasure him needed a better acknowledgement that she had done so to be satisfied. She knew when she knelt before him that it would be all about his pleasure. And that was fine with her. But to run out without letting her know how good she had made him feel, well... it left her feeling cheated. Not to mention used. Julie realized that it was already somewhat strange that she was so invested in providing him this pleasure. She had never been so wrapped up in satisfying a man's needs that she would totally neglect her own. But tonight it would have been okay. If he had only been more outwardly grateful for what she had done for him. If he had just said, "Thanks, that was great," or something equally pathetic, she might not be standing in her room feeling confused. And used. Was that the real cause of her distress? That she felt very, very used? He had purposely had her kneel in the clothes she wore to work, had deliberately mentioned her co-workers, had done everything he could to emphasize that she was, at her most significant, still just a cocksucking slut to him. No matter how important she was, she was still going to get on her knees and suck his cock if he told her to. And he could walk out without so much as a thank you when he was done. That upset her. No doubt. But she wasn't totally sure why. A man should, naturally, show a little more gratitude for a blow job. That was a no-brainer. But it was everything leading up to that as well. It was like a calculated assault on her self-confidence, her sense of self-worth. He was trying to make her feel like a slut after he left, instead of while he was with her. And the difference was surprisingly significant. It reminded her of when she first saw his email address, "sltfkr1000". It wasn't that she would argue with it, but seeing it on her monitor was different. It made it something she had to acknowledge. And she had, of course. But only on one level. Only in a hotel room. Tonight was still in a hotel room, but Greg brought as much of her professional life into it as he could. Then left without helping her up. Left the business woman on her knees... it was a very clear message. Julie took off her blazer and laid it over the back of a chair. Then she lay down in the bed and undid her slacks. She slipped her hand into her panties, feeling the warm, moist pubic hair. She thought about how Greg told her to suck his cock as her fingers sampled the moisture of her pussy lips, swirling it around with a gentle motion. He had made a point of it to show her that, whatever she was in the office, she was still a slut who sucked his cock when he told her to. God, was that really true? Had she become a slut for such a cocky, arrogant man? Her fingers swirled under her panties, caressing her swollen clit. The thought of him putting that big cock of his in her face, knowing she would gladly suck it, was so hot. She touched her clit and the starbursts exploded. Her hips bucked as she came, the thought of sucking Greg's cock at the heart of her climax. It wasn't a huge, overwhelming orgasm like she had had with Greg the night before. But she continued to finger herself, stretching it out, coaxing herself to a wonderfully satisfying feeling. As Julie lay on the bed, her hand still in her pants, she thought about Greg and what he was to her. And what she was to him. She held no illusions about her place with him. He was a womanizer, plain and simple. Julie was one of many. Just another conquest. But what was he to her? He was clearly a man who had the ability to unlock something in her. Something heretofore unknown, but, once released, powerful, compelling. Greg knew how to bring out this uninhibited, sexually ravenous side of her. Julie might not have realized it was there before, but now that she did, could it ever be fully contained again? Julie looked around the hotel room. She had had more sex with Greg in this room in the last twenty-four hours than she had had with her husband in the last four weeks. She had done things for Greg that she wouldn't do at home. She had cum in ways that had never happened, and probably never would happen, in her marital bed. Tomorrow she would wake up and head to the airport, this hotel room and her actions in it would be just a memory. What would happen the next time though? It was likely that she would travel here again. It was likely that Greg would fly out to visit her company. What then? Julie didn't doubt that, given the opportunity, she would do this again. Even in the wake of his abrupt departure tonight, she knew she wouldn't hesitate. What did that make her? A cheating wife? Without a doubt. The fact that she'd do it again said quite clearly that she didn't feel remorse. At least not enough remorse. But it was more than that. Julie was in an unenviable position. She needed something that only Greg could provide. Greg, on the other hand, seemed to have no lack of sources for his pleasure. She was a mere notch on his bedpost. He was the center of her sexual universe. It was a scary thought, a man like Greg having such a ridiculous advantage over her. And he clearly enjoyed using that advantage. Hadn't he just used it? Wouldn't he continue to use it? What if he was in town and asked her to meet him at a bar after work? What if he took her out to his car afterward? What if Julie was the one swallowing his cum while he winked at another woman who was standing in the parking lot watching? The idea that she might give in to Greg no matter what was scary. But then she thought, what if he just never showed any interest in her again? What if, having had his fun, he moved on and didn't look back? Would Julie ever know those dizzying heights of ecstasy again? The idea that those feelings and experiences would never be anything more than memories was scary too. She just assumed that it would happen again because she wanted to experience it again. But a lot of that depended on Greg. Not that Julie got the sense that he would just refuse to sleep with her again. But to assume that she would be his first choice, well... that was another matter. Not that she wasn't confident of her abilities in bed. But a guy like Greg, given the choice, probably preferred claiming new territory over revisiting past conquests. It wasn't much of a feeling of jealousy at the thought of other women sleeping with him. But there was a certain amount of selfishness. If they had him, she wouldn't. Julie continued to ponder the situation as she got up and changed out of her work clothes into sweats. If Greg was coming back tonight, it wouldn't be until after the game and by then, she would already be in bed. She could go to bed wearing nothing, like the night before. For now though, it was all about getting comfortable and getting packed. After she got everything packed for an early departure in the morning, Julie sat at her laptop and tried to finish some work. But her head wasn't in it. She was still thinking about later, when Greg would be back. If Greg was coming back. She assumed he would be, of course. Why wouldn't he? He had the key to her room. And he knew if he came back, Julie would fuck him and suck him any way he wanted. She was already fantasizing about being on her elbows and knees as his big cock hammered into her from behind. Over and over and over again. Oh God, how she longed to spread her legs wide for him, watch him smirk as he took her. She longed to feel the way he made her feel last night: hot and slutty and incredibly sexy. With those thoughts in her head, Julie had no chance of getting any work done. She thought about masturbating again, but decided to wait for the real thing. She watched television for a while, but couldn't get interested in anything. She just wanted Greg to get there and fuck her senseless again. She found the channel with the game on it and watched the last few minutes of it. As it ended, she looked at the clock. If they had stayed until the end of the game, it could be an hour or so before they got back to the hotel. Julie watched the local news and watched the clock. She couldn't focus on the TV. She was too restless with anticipation. She took off her clothes and got under the covers. There was a warm tingle in her belly. She gave one of her breasts a squeeze. God, she hoped Greg would show up soon. Oh, it was so frustrating to have to wait. And wait. Julie Ch. 07 "Henceforth I shall be waiting for Thursday night no longer!" Peter declared in a loud voice. "And I'll curse any man, woman, or child that gets in my way tonight! Cutting me off during transit! Separating me from my chicken dinner! Distracting me from the beauteous wait staff! These are just some of the crimes that will be met with God-like vengeance should they occur." A strike of his hand on the counter demonstrated for him though he hid the pain it gave him for the display. "You do realize that we're lapsed Catholics, right? We don't do much of anything dealing with religion, let alone casting spells or depositing the evil eye on people's heads." Christopher stopped sweeping long enough to give a glance to size up his twin. "And I never knew you were such a drama queen..." With an insuppressible snort, Peter grabbed his jacket. "I guess this means you're not going to wish me luck." "Never said that." After some consideration, his bigger brother responded, "Good luck. Just don't get your hopes too high." "Too high? Since when do I aim too high?" "Sorry, Pete -- you know I've got to save some witty retorts for the customers. Get your sorry ass out of here." Peter didn't need to be told twice. *** She could have sworn her back was only turned for a second... but when Julie turned around there was another customer in her section, almost hiding behind the menu. The last possible second for one, but Julie couldn't help but take the person on. It was only twenty minutes before her shift ended. Who was she to begrudge a gratuity? "Hey, what can I get you?" The self-same eyes that had drifted through her sketches bored through her over the menu. "Anything you'd recommend?" Julie felt glued to the spot yet strangely unable to speak. "Uh... I—" "I hear the Special is especially good..." This she knew -- she could get that. "Yes, it's chicken a la king. What would you like to drink?" "How about a nice '91 Merlot?" Not sure it was a joke, Julie jotted down the special before she dared look into his eyes again. They shined up at her with mirth as she responded, "Sorry. But we've a good 'ten minutes ago,' brewed to the tastes of discerning men." "I'll try a glass ere I drink the bottle. Or a mug would do just as well." A smirk crept across Julie's face as she extracted herself from his presence. Yet with more grace than she felt, she placed the order and gathered it and the coffee up for Peter's approval. "Enjoy." His voice called her back. "Are you free at all any time soon?" "My shift finishes soon." "I don't suppose you would want to spend the evening in my company." An eager glint in his eyes struck Julie in an odd way; strangely, she was considering it. And he seemed to know the effect he had on her. "I promise I will be a gentleman. Scouts honor." "I'll think about it. Eat up." *** It wasn't exactly what Peter had thought would happen. He'd considered his options for long enough as it was, preparing for every conceivable outcome his prey would opt for and had missed one. "What are we looking for again?" "A nice portrait frame." "Couldn't we have gone to a super-store and got one -- oww!" Damn second-hand store was filled with all sorts of old junk, piled too haphazardly for Pete's big feet. Furniture was placed every few yards as were lamps, book stacks, magazines, cutlery, and mismatches clothing racks. "What was that, the sixth time I've stubbed my toe?" "Thereabouts." The way Julie smiled at him eased the pain in his foot long enough for the two to make it to their destination. The smile was a small one and more of a smirk, but just what the doctor ordered. "And we're not at a megamart because we're looking for charm." Peter smirked at some of the items on the wall. "What could be more charming than a moose head? He would do well right over the bar door, welcoming people in. I'd even name him Ed." She rewarded him with another lippy smile, broader than her last. Good, it seemed as if he was finally getting under her skin as much as she'd done to him. "So what are we framing?" "You're just full of questions, aren't you?" "And stubborn enough to get you to answer them." He winked cheekily at her. "Well, I'm framing a portrait. Thus having to buy a portrait frame, dum-dum." Julie's eyes were drawn to a tarnished, hand-carved piece of junk. "That one." Peter stepped forward to take it off the wall just as Julie moved to do the same. She felt warm and smelled of something faintly sweet. Unfortunately, she ended their comfy collision all too soon for Peter. He efficiently removed the old frame from the wall and handed it to Julie. "Oh, too bad. It's about to fall apart." She turned it over carefully in her hands. "It's not that bad. Some of the screws are loose. I could fix it for you." The way Julie regarded him was worth it, Peter decided -- worth the odd first date, worth all the waiting and awkwardness. "And for a very measly price, too." "Okay." She quickly paid for the 8 by 11 bit of charm and headed out of the store with Peter right behind her. The drive back to the diner was quiet but comfortable. Still playing the gentleman, he even walked Julie to her car in the dark lot. Just as she got her car door open, he touched her shoulder. "It's funny... you never asked me what I'd charge you." Her purse was opened and she looked down to rummage through. "I've only got about ten bucks, if that'll do." "Nah, I'm much cheaper than that. I ask two things. One, a real second date. I think dinner would be best, when you don't have to serve it." "What? I didn't think we were --" The kiss Peter could no longer stop himself from planting stopped her talking. After the initial surprise she kissed back with all the warmth Peter could ask for. Her arms wound about him, mimicking his own wrapped firmly around his beauty. The cold offered a stark contrast to the woman in his arms. And yet again, it ended all too soon for Peter. Julie let out a large breath that haloed her in the faint light. She blinked the haze Peter was proud to place in her eyes before she could speak again. "And the second?" "Is permission to do that again, very soon." He grinned confidently at her slight blush he almost missed in the night. "Okay." "Can't wait until then." Peter placed a tender little kiss on the top of Julie's head. Julie Ch. 07 It was well after midnight when Julie finally conceded that if he was going to come, he would have arrived by now. She wanted to be angry at him. She definitely felt stood-up, even though there really hadn't been any real plans between them. But it wasn't anger, just disappointment. Tomorrow she would be flying home and there was no telling when she would see Greg again. How long she would have to continue to wait to experience that feeling again? What exactly was that feeling? Julie wasn't entirely sure, but she knew that Greg loosed some spirit in her that was not encumbered with the inhibitions that normally governed her. Whether it was an "inner slut" or a previously undiscovered submissive side or something else entirely, Julie didn't know. But that spirit didn't want to go back into its cage. Julie didn't want it caged. But if Greg was the only man who could coax it to the surface, and she wasn't going to see him for some indefinite period of time... There was no anger. There was disappointment, but more, there was a feeling of loss. She had just discovered the most incredible, exciting thing in her life only to have to say goodbye to it. And without knowing when or if it would ever be back. Julie eventually fell into a fitful sleep. She awoke in the morning feeling completely unrested. Thankfully, all she had to do was get to the airport and get on a plane today. And Tony could drive. Julie still couldn't believe that Greg hadn't come back last night. She was a sure thing. And, modesty aside for a moment, she was hot, tight-bodied and was willing to do whatever he wanted. Anything for him and his long, thick cock! How could he show such indifference? Maybe he hadn't. Maybe something had happened. That got her to wondering if Tony had made it back from the game last night. What if they had been in an accident? What if... Almost as if in answer to her question, the phone rang. She answered, sounding a little more morning-voiced than she anticipated. "Hello?" she croaked. "Hi." It was Tony. "About twenty minutes in the lobby?" he asked. Julie squinted at the alarm clock. Crap! Was it that late already? "Uh, yeah, okay," she agreed, still not sure how she had slept so late. "Twenty minutes." Thank God she wasn't going anywhere but the airport! She'd never be ready to go in twenty minutes if she had to do more than take a quick shower and throw on some comfortable travel clothes. As she went to jump in the shower, she noticed something. On the floor by the door was the bill. Peeking out from under it was something else... a small white corner of... she looked closer. It was the room key. The bastard had been outside the door! He had to come to the hotel to drop Tony off, obviously. Julie assumed that he had never gotten out of the car. But apparently he had. He had been right here and still hadn't come in? Why the hell not? Julie felt some storm of emotion brewing. Was it rejection? Was it just the acuteness of him having been so close and then walking away? Julie knew she couldn't have walked up to the door of his room and then left without... anything. It was a sobering. It showed in stark terms just how little Greg needed Julie. He was telling her in no uncertain terms that he had other places to go to get what he needed. She, on the other hand, had no alternatives. It was one-sided and that was a huge problem for Julie. She was too much her own woman to let herself slip into a situation where a man had such a big advantage over her. On the flight home, she and Tony talked more than they had on the way out. Mostly it was shop talk, recapping their meetings and reviewing what they would have to do upon their return. But Tony did talk a little about the night out at the game. Greg was apparently a very good host and was, it seemed, more entertaining than the event itself. As he had with Julie, Greg had related amusing anecdotes, told jokes and just generally gotten everyone loosened up and having fun. It seemed that wherever he went, everyone had a good time. The idea irritated her to an irrational extent. That in turn annoyed her still further. That she should care that he was out having a good time with the guys instead of in her hotel room sounded just a tad possessive. Julie told herself that there was no way she should give a shit what he was doing last night, if it was hanging out with the guys or fucking the cheerleaders one by one. He wouldn't care what she was doing and she couldn't afford to care what he did. But that wasn't the way she felt, was it? This was a new kind of problem for her. Fortunately, it would be a while before she had to confront this situation again. She was unlikely to do more than call or email Greg any time in the next few weeks. That would give her time to think, clear her head and get herself together. * * * * * * That Friday night, Julie and Gary met for dinner at a restaurant, as was their routine. She followed him home and they lounged on the sofa, sipped wine and watched a movie together. When they went to bed, they had sex. It was the same sex they always had. Certainly, it wasn't bad sex. But Julie couldn't help thinking how it paled in comparison. It bothered her that, during sex, she was more preoccupied with comparing than feeling guilty. She should have been consumed with guilt and she wasn't. She should have been horrified that she was thinking of Greg while Gary was laying between her legs, but she wasn't. And she should have been ashamed that she was once again faking her orgasm with Gary. After he came, they kissed and snuggled for a few minutes before he drifted off to sleep. Julie could only lay in the dark and think about the sex she didn't have. Gary, for as loving and attentive to her as he was, simply didn't have the key to the cage. The cage that held the side of her that Greg had released. It had crossed her mind to let at least some of that sexual energy into her lovemaking with Gary. But she couldn't. It didn't seem... appropriate. Gary probably wouldn't understand. He might even get worried. Or at least confused by the sudden change. In any case, Julie couldn't bring herself to introduce a change like that. It needed a catalyst and Gary just wasn't it. Greg was. She quietly slipped out of bed and down the hall to her PC and opened her email. There was, of course, nothing from Greg. She toyed with the idea of sending one to him and even got as far as typing a subject line before stopping herself. How would it look if she sent him an email around midnight on a Friday night? Pathetic, that's how. It wasn't like he didn't know he had the upper hand here. Why reinforce it? Why admit that she knew it? But how else was she going to find out why he stood outside her hotel room door with the key in his hand, knowing she was waiting in bed for him, and chose to walk away? Julie tried to envision a fantasy scenario where they were in a hotel room together and she refused his advances until he explained himself. And when he did, when he told her the reason he had left without entering, she would send him away unsatisfied as a punishment for taking her so lightly. It was what she should do. Refuse him next time. Not be taken for granted. That plan, of course, had its own failings. First, it would mean she wouldn't get fucked. That in itself was likely to jeopardize the plan. She had willpower and self control, of course. But did she want to deny herself something so good and likely to be experienced so seldom? Second, it would drop her lower on, if not completely off of, Greg's list. That was an asinine thing to worry about. She should never in a million years let that be a reason. But what if, in making her point, she ruined any possibility he would ever be with her again? She could picture that smirk on his face when she made her stand. That smirk that said she was going to get the worst of the deal if he turned around and walked out. It was infuriating to feel at his mercy. Especially when she didn't need to be, did she? But what were her alternatives? She wasn't in a position to go looking for another man. It was already a huge risk Julie was taking with Greg. And there was no guarantee that she'd find someone that made her feel the way he did on the first new guy. How many men was she prepared to sleep with anyway? None, of course. Which meant she was stuck with Greg and doing it his way. She would simply have to prepare herself not to expect much. When and if he came to her, she would have to seize the moment, enjoy it to its fullest and not worry about when the next time might be. She didn't like that. She didn't like that he had the control. But she was determined to take what was offered with as much dignity as possible. She wouldn't throw herself at him, wouldn't beg. She'd just make the most of any opportunity Greg gave her. With that less-than-satisfying resolution made, Julie deleted the email she had started and went back to bed. It was a long time before she fell asleep. * * * * * * Over the next few weeks Julie had intermittent contact with Greg. Several emails a couple of phone calls and a conference call. But no emails from his personal account and no personal banter when they spoke on the phone. It bothered her that he didn't even acknowledge what he had done. Was this how he kept women he had already been with away? It would stand to reason that if he was always out looking for something new, he wouldn't want to be crowded by women he'd already had. Is that all she really was now? A woman he'd already had? Why else would he not say something, anything, that acknowledged that they had been intimate? They had had sex, damn good sex at that. Didn't that deserve something? Greg was polite, professional and friendly with her at all times, but there was nothing in his tone or words that even hinted at their nights together in hotel rooms. It wasn't really a cold shoulder, but it felt like one. Julie had spread her legs for him, gotten on her knees for him. They had more than a work relationship. But no one would ever know it by their conversations. And maybe that was by design, she wondered? Maybe that was to protect her? Possibly. Certainly, she had the most to benefit from his discretion. But it didn't feel like something he was doing for her sake. It felt like he had done her and moved on. Fortunately, her new job was quite demanding and didn't give Julie much time to dwell on the issue. There were details to be ironed out from her meetings at Greg's company, deadlines, reports, more meetings... It was a whirlwind around her most days. And that was how Gary's birthday crept up on her. She already had his present. One of them anyway. She had bought a month ago. She had seen it, knew he would love it and snapped it up immediately. But there was still the matter of his 'other' birthday present. Julie was never very oral with Gary or any boyfriends before him. Maybe three or four times a year she would go down on him and not stop until he came. His birthday was the one day of the year that he was guaranteed she would suck him off. Today was Tuesday and his birthday was Thursday. They actually had a routine. They would meet at home after work and they'd have a glass of wine and she'd sit him on the sofa and give him a small present to open. Afterward, she would get between his legs, undo his pants and suck his cock. Poor Gary got a full blow job so infrequently that he never lasted very long. Five minutes later, Julie would be spitting his seed out in the sink, rinsing with mouthwash and then going back to snuggle with him on the sofa for a few minutes. Then they'd go out to dinner and maybe a movie, depending on how they felt. When they got home, another glass of wine while he opened his big gift. Then they'd go to bed and have sex. At one time Julie had found the predictability of it reassuring. It felt good to know each other so well. To know your part and be able to relax and enjoy it. And Julie honestly did enjoy pleasing Gary. She just didn't get excited about the prospect, like she had with Greg. And now, that quaint, well-defined routine filled her with a sense of anxiety. How would it feel to get between Gary's legs after she had knelt before Greg? How would Gary's almost apologetic demeanor compare with Greg telling her to do it? How would her body react to having Gary in her mouth after the wetness—and orgasm, even—that she had experienced from having Greg in her mouth? How would it feel to spit out Gary's cum after she had swallowed Greg's? The act itself didn't concern her. Gary was easy and she didn't need to do anything special to please him. He would cum quickly, letting her get on with the rest of the night and its routine. In bed she could lay there and let him do as he pleased. She had been faking most of her orgasms lately and, if need be, could fake that one too. The anxiety had more to do with what thoughts would go through her head and, more importantly, how she would feel. If what was so exciting with Greg seemed like a total chore with Gary...? She didn't know how to finish the question. Its implications were potentially dramatic. If there was nothing about sex with her husband that made her feel like she did when she was with Greg...? Again, there was no conclusion to the question that didn't scare her. Thursday morning Julie was once again busy enough at work to keep her worries about Gary out of her head. Until she got an email from Greg. It wasn't from his personal account and it didn't have anything personal or suggestive in it. All it said was that he and two other people from his company would be visiting a company near Julie's next week and, while they were in town, they wanted to stop in and check progress at her company. Greg was going to be in town. Would he want to see her? How rotten was it that she got this email on Gary's birthday? She had misgivings enough about tonight, how she would feel about it, what thoughts would go through her head. Now she had to think about Greg being in town next week? Wondering if he was going to set up a rendezvous with her? When she arrived at home that night, Gary was already there. Julie had been hoping to get home first and have a little wine to loosen up before he got there. It was ridiculous that she was feeling uptight. She was going to give Gary his birthday blow job. Why was that suddenly stressful? She would understand if she felt guilt or something more along those lines. But the truth of the matter was, she didn't seem to have any remorse. She was just nervous about what she would discover about herself. Not that she expected any surprises. She knew what she was going to feel. And, more importantly, what she wasn't going to feel. Going through with it was only going to confirm what she was already quite sure of. That it was Greg she wanted to be with. Not her husband. Gary greeted her when she walked in with a glass of white wine. She took it, clinking her glass to his and taking a sip. Then she kissed him affectionately. "Happy birthday, hon," she said, smiling at him, her hand behind his neck, fingers splayed in his hair. He grinned back and kissed her again. He knew what was coming, but he hid his enthusiasm. Julie knew he loved it when she went down on him and she knew he wished she'd keep going until he came more often than she did. But he would never come right out and say it. Would it change anything if he did? Maybe. Or maybe not. Gary telling her he wished she did it more often was not even a pale echo of Greg commanding her to suck his cock. Gary would never be able to say something like that. So blunt, so forceful. So masculine and dominating. And frankly, did Julie even want him to? It wouldn't seem natural for him, that was for sure. And it also wouldn't be the Gary she loved and married. Gary acting like someone else or even Gary genuinely changed wouldn't work either. They had a relationship based on him being who he was for so long, a change like that would be like starting over again. And if she was going to start over again... There was another thought she purposely chose not to pursue to conclusion. Julie took another sip of her wine, then set it down and went to get Gary's small gift. It was just a couple pounds of gourmet coffee beans, but Gary loved gourmet coffee so it was a gift that couldn't miss. Especially considering what he was expecting after opening it. Julie took her time getting the present and joining him in the living room. He was trying to pretend he was interested in the gift, but there was a child-like twinkle in his eye. It was there every year, Julie knew. She had always thought it was so sweet that he got so worked up. But this year it just seemed... well, sad. Almost pathetic. He was like a puppy about to get a new chew bone or something. There was suddenly nothing erotic about it for Julie. Another man had told her to get on her knees and suck his dick and she had. And it had gotten her so damn hot! Gary's embarrassed, poorly concealed enthusiasm was pathetic by comparison. After he opened the coffee and gushed over it, Julie gave him a big smile. The big sultry one she used for special occasions like this. She slipped to the floor between his legs and undid his pants. A moment later, his erect cock was out and in her hand. He was a nice size and shape. But there was no comparing him to Greg. Gary had a nice dick. Greg had a long, fat cock. Julie gave him the special smile one more time then took him into her mouth and started bobbing up and down on him straight away. Gary moaned softly and shifted on the sofa. His breathing quickly got thick, heavy and in minutes Julie could feel him getting ready. A moment later, he burst in her mouth. She slid her lips up and down a few more times before letting him drop from her mouth. She flashed him that smile again then, without a word, she stood up and hurried down the hall. When she reached the bathroom, she closed the door and spit the contents of her mouth into the sink. She swished some water around in her mouth and spit that out as well. Then the mouthwash. Julie wasn't sure why she was going through all of this. Was it habit? Routine? Or was there simply nothing about Gary that made her feel like she should swallow for him? Greg's towering manhood demanded it. Gary's didn't even meekly request it. Later that night, Julie was once again laying in bed with Gary snoring softly beside her. They had gone to dinner, come home and opened his present. Then they had another glass of wine before going to bed. They had, as was their routine, had sex. It wasn't bad at all. Probably because Gary had cum just a few hours earlier. That and he was a considerate lover, doing what he knew how to make it good for Julie. But she hadn't cum. She almost had, but just didn't quite get there. It wasn't really fair to Gary. Before, a night like tonight would have been great for Julie. Or at least very good. Now, she was lost in a world of comparisons and the only thing she could see was what she didn't have. It was totally unfair. It wasn't like she wanted to feel that way. That's just how it was. Those nights in bed with Greg had raised her expectations and it wasn't possible to just erase them from her mind. True, this was a problem that, had she been the faithful wife she was supposed to be, never would have arisen. Now that it had though, what could she do? It was another tough night getting to sleep. The next day she had almost forgotten about Gary's birthday. It was sad, but true. In the brief moments when her job wasn't demanding all of her attention, her thoughts wandered to Greg. He would be in town next week. Would he make arrangements to see her? It was likely that, if he was in town to visit another company, he would be dining with them. But what about after dinner? Or before? Julie Ch. 07 If nothing else, Gary's birthday had confirmed what Julie already suspected. That there was something in her that responded to a man like Greg. An arrogant, cocky man who wasn't afraid to tell a woman what to do in bed. And wasn't afraid to expect her to do it either. Gary's sweet but timid ways simply didn't get her motor running the way Greg did. So what was she going to do? Julie knew that she wasn't the type person to sit and quietly wish for things to go her way. She had always aggressively pursued her goals and she was a woman unaccustomed to failure. But here was a goal that could be beyond her grasp. She couldn't be to Greg what he was to her, could she? Probably not. Was she suddenly such a defeatist that she wouldn't even try? Julie thought about it as she drove to meet Gary for their usual Friday night dinner. What did she really want from Greg and what could she do to get it? Well, she obviously wanted the great sex, to feel the way he made her feel. But that wasn't the whole story, was it? No, she needed to have him want her. Choose her over whatever other temptations were out there. Julie thought about the chesty bar maid from Greg's hotel. She had clearly been eyeing Greg up and probably wanted to be with him. Julie wasn't jealous of her. But Julie didn't want to sit alone in a hotel room waiting for Greg either. If the reason Greg hadn't come back after the game was because he had a better or more appealing offer... Well, Julie would just have to do whatever it took to keep herself at the top of the list. Maybe, just maybe, she could balance the scales that right now were tipped heavily in Greg's favor. Maybe she could rock his world. Make it so he was the one thinking about her when they were apart. Julie wasn't foolish. She understood what Greg was at heart and wasn't naïve enough to think she could change him. But she wanted more of a role in calling the shots. She was too good to sit and wait by the phone for any man. And she would prove it to him. She smiled to herself at that thought. It actually played right into what she loved about being with Greg. He made her feel free to do anything in bed. He sparked a lust in her that easily overcame the self-consciousness she might otherwise have felt. He made it exciting to be a slut. Now Julie had arrived at the conclusion that the best way to get to Greg was to be even more of a slut for him. Show him what she could do when she set her mind to it. She wanted him to get hard at the sound of her name. She wanted him to be constantly thinking about having sex with her. No, not having sex... fucking the hell out of her! And since the slut-factor was probably what made it so hot for her to be with Greg in the first place, this plan could benefit her even if it didn't work! So what could she do? Well, she could certainly tell him a few things that would get his attention. How she would suck and fuck him any way he wanted. And she could probably come up with a few tempting suggestions while she was at it. Dresses and skirts without panties under them always seemed to get a man's attention. Something to think about if she were to get to go to dinner alone with him. As she pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant where she was meeting Gary, Julie decided that she should send Greg a personal email this weekend. Let him know in no uncertain terms that she wanted to see him when he was in town. It had to be worded just right, of course. She somehow had to convey that she was throwing herself at him without sounding desperate. Julie spent half of dinner composing the email to Greg in her head while trying half heartedly to keep up a conversation with Gary. He noticed her distraction, of course and Julie blamed it on work. She tried to forget about Greg and the email at least until Gary wasn't around, but it just kept popping back into her head, like a bad song. She just couldn't get it out. That night, as Gary lay asleep beside her, Julie slipped out of bed and padded down the hall to the office. She sat at the PC and logged in to her email. Nothing from Greg, of course. Not that she was expecting anything, but it would have been nice. At least an indication that he was thinking about her outside of their professional relationship. It took her a while. Even though she had worked out most of it, she wound up rewriting it as she went. Eventually, she had it as close as she could get to what she wanted: "You're a lucky guy. I hear there's a really hot brunette just waiting for you to get here. Rumor has it she's oohhh.... sooooo.... willing.... to do...... anything.... you're little heart (and big cock) desires.... Mmmmmm..... "PS – I love it when you tell me to suck your cock" Julie read it over several times. She deleted the last line, then re-typed it. Then she changed it to "she loves it when you tell her..." Then she changed it back to first person. Before she could reconsider, she clicked the send button. She immediately opened her sent mail folder and re-read it. It was on its way now. No way to recall it. It gave her a shiver to see it now that it had been sent. She had never written an email like that in her life. She had never even pondered writing such a note. Julie thought it was a pretty good one. It certainly got her point across. But now she was filled with anxiety wondering what Greg would think when he read it. Would he get turned on and start thinking about working out a rendezvous? Or would he smile and click delete and move on to the next email from another, equally horny prospective date? It had obviously occurred to her that Greg was probably used to getting emails that were rather forward. Julie had tried to word hers to seem different, but she had no way of knowing if she had. And it was the thought of him sorting through several emails by equally eager women that had finally encouraged her to leave the post-script in. Now all she could do was wait and see what kind of reply she got. She went to bed and anxiously tossed and turned for some time before falling asleep. In the morning Julie slipped into the office while Gary was showering. No reply yet. After breakfast, she made an excuse to go upstairs so she could check again. Still nothing. Why was she so worried all of a sudden? He probably hadn't even gotten her email yet. It was nine-thirty on a Saturday morning. Single guys who spent their Friday nights out chasing women generally didn't hop out of bed at the crack of dawn the next day. She walked away from the computer and refused to let herself check her email again until after dinner. But there was still no response. She chided herself that this was exactly the sort of thing she couldn't afford to do: agonize over whether or not Greg wanted her. Julie had put herself out there. There was no mistaking that. Now she had to wait and see what Greg would do. And if he didn't take her up on it? She would worry about that when it happened. If it happened. After all, why wouldn't he take her up on it? She was good looking, intelligent, self-confident and had told him, flat-out, that she would do anything to please him. And she was married, so he didn't have to worry about any sort of relationship entanglements. How could he turn that down? Another thought occurred to her. What if he did agree to meet her, but it was a replay of the last time? Sure, it had been hot and she'd gotten pretty turned on giving him a blow job. But she wouldn't be satisfied with that again, would she? What if that was the only opportunity Greg gave her? Then, Julie decided, she would just have to give him the best friggin' blow job she knew how. After all, sucking Greg's cock still got her more turned on than sex with Gary, sad as that sounded. And she wasn't going to get what she wanted out of Greg by turning him down. No, the key was to rock his world. Get to him. Make him think about her like she was thinking about him. She needed to feel his big cock inside of her again and she would find a way to make it happen. If that meant she had to swallow another load or two to get it, she would. It wasn't like she didn't get wet thinking about having him in her mouth. Julie couldn't keep herself from checking her email every so often. And she couldn't keep herself from worrying every time she checked and there was no reply from Greg. It wasn't until she got to work Monday morning that she got a reply. It was dated Sunday and it was sent after Julie had gone to bed. It wasn't exactly what she had hoped for, but at least it gave her reason to be optimistic. "I do like brunettes. Especially on their knees." It sounded like he was going to see her. It just wasn't clear in what context. Sure, Julie had gotten pretty turned on going down on him. But she wanted, needed much, much more. And the more she thought about it, the more she didn't want to wait to get it. Julie sat at her desk and stared at his email for five minutes or more, turning over in her head its possible meanings. It sounded like he was going to make arrangements to see her outside of work. But she didn't want it to be fifteen minutes on her knees in his hotel room before he ran off to dinner. True, there was no way to have a full night like before. But another night like the first one would certainly be possible. And that's what she wanted. She just had to find a way to make it happen. She stared at his email, wheels still turning. She clicked the reply button, but couldn't think of a suitable response. Greg would be traveling today, so Julie had most of the day to come up with a reply. She closed her personal email and turned her mind to her job. When lunchtime rolled around, Julie opened her email again and reread Greg's email. She still didn't have a clever answer to give him. So she went with something blunt. "Are you getting two room keys?" She stared at it for a moment, then, with the mental equivalent of a shrug, clicked the send button and closed her email. Either it was going to happen or it wasn't. She had made it clear where she stood. The ball was, as usual, in Greg's court. It was just before she went home that she got a reply from Greg. "Always. The only question is who gets the second one." What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was he telling her that there was a who-gets-to-sleep-with-Greg contest? The blonde bar maid with the balloon tits popped into Julie's mind. And the married woman who sucked him off in his car. They were both local possibilities for Greg. How many others were there? Julie felt a tightness in her stomach. She had assumed that, given the chance, she could turn Greg's head. Was he deliberately driving her away? Or testing to see how far he could push her? Or was this all just posturing on his part? Reinforcing his image of a man with plenty of options? Was that supposed to make Julie more eager for any crumb he would toss her? Or was he just teasing her? It was possible that he had every intention of seeing Julie on this trip, but no intention of just coming out and saying so. She thought for a moment, then typed a reply. "I recommend the big titted blonde behind the bar." When Julie got home, she checked her email. Greg had replied. She clicked on the message. "Excellent choice. They're real." Julie thought about that for a few minutes. It seemed that Greg was telling Julie that he'd been with the barmaid. But at the time Julie had first seen her, the night Julie went to Greg's room, he was talking like he hadn't. He had said something about her coming up to his room after she got done work that night, which would have been after Julie left. How did she feel about that? Not jealous, exactly. Threatened, perhaps? If the barmaid was some wild, kinky fuck that totally blew Greg away, would she be the one he saw on this trip instead of Julie? Julie didn't need Greg all to herself necessarily. Or did she? She wasn't sure. She knew she wanted a chance to be with him while he was in town. And she didn't like the idea that she was standing in line to do so. But what if she was first in line? Did it matter if others were waiting behind her? No. Well, yes and no. She wasn't sure. To her traditional way of thinking, it was definitely a problem. But then again, she was a married woman who was meeting another man for sex. Did she have a right to have any traditional expectations? Of course not. What really mattered was how Greg made her feel. Not just in bed, but in the whole convoluted situation. He had to reciprocate in some fashion. Want her, if not need her. Julie couldn't expect him to clear his dance card for her, but she had to know that she was more than just a number waiting in line. If she got... correction, WHEN she got the opportunity, she would make sure he understood. She typed a reply to Greg. "She works til two. What are you going to do while you're waiting?" Julie sent the email and sat waiting for a few minutes. She didn't really expect a prompt reply, but she was impatient to hear Greg's response. An hour later, she slipped upstairs and checked her email. Greg's reply was waiting. She clicked it. "Good point. Suggestions?" Julie thought for a moment and came up with a reply she really liked. "Yes. Lots of them." She smiled to herself as she sent the email. Before she went to bed, she checked again and there was a reply waiting. "I'd like to hear them. Tomorrow morning, 7am. Room 308." Julie blinked. She had been hoping for something, but she hadn't expected this. She usually got into her office by eight and the hotel Greg was staying at wasn't that far. Other than having to leave the house really early in the morning, there wasn't anything stopping her. Of course, if she visited him in the morning, would he fuck her? If he did, they'd both have to get cleaned up before work. He was probably thinking more along the lines of a blow job. Sure, what guy wouldn't want a hot Ms. Business woman to show up at his hotel room and suck his cock before he left for work in the morning? And it wasn't like it didn't appeal to her. Julie just wanted a little more this time. She gave the matter some thought and decided on a plan. Then she sent Greg a response. "Okay, but how can I tell you with my mouth full?" The next morning Julie's alarm went off when it was still dark outside. She got out of bed and got ready for work. When she got out of the shower, Gary lifted his head off of the pillow. "What's up?" he asked groggily. "Didn't I tell you?" Julie asked. "We have Medicorp coming in this morning and I've got a lot of last minute stuff to take care of." "Oh," Gary said, dropping his head back on the pillow. "Good luck." He closed his eyes. Julie quickly dressed in a pastel blouse and knee length navy blue skirt. She grabbed a matching jacket and slipped quietly out of the room and down the stairs. Just inside the front door she stopped and removed her panties and slipped them into her purse. She wanted Greg to know what she wanted and where she wanted it. On the drive to his hotel, Julie tried hard to keep her thoughts off of what she was about to do. Her pussy started to get wet every time her mind wandered to Greg and his hotel room. And she hadn't brought a change of clothes, so... She arrived early. The traffic at this earlier hour was much lighter and it took a lot less time than she had figured. It was quarter to seven. Greg wasn't expecting her for another fifteen minutes. Should she wait in the car? No, she wasn't going to sit and wait. Why wouldn't he be glad to see her sooner? Unless he had someone else in his room, of course. When he opened the door, he was clad only in a towel. Julie was relieved to see that he was alone and that there was no sign of another woman. "Looks like I arrived at the perfect time," she said, nodding toward his towel. "I didn't expect you this early," Greg replied. "Not that I'm complaining," he added with a smirk. "I like a woman who's eager." He led her into his room and removed the towel. When he turned toward her, she saw his cock hanging between her legs and the wetness between her legs virtually exploded. Julie didn't hesitate. She wanted to rock his world. She quickly tossed her jacket aside and stepped up to him. She took his massive member in her small hand and cradled it. Looking up into his eyes, she parted her lips, waiting for his kiss. He didn't disappoint. His lips came down firmly on hers, pressing. It was a long, hungry kiss, full of open lips and dancing tongues. They nibbled each others' lips, explored each others' mouths. When their lips parted, Julie sank to her knees and licked the head of his cock. He sighed at the first contact of her tongue and it made her wetter still. She took his semi-erect shaft into her mouth and held it there, loving the feeling of it expanding, growing with her lips wrapped around it. She opened her mouth to let out a moan of her own as Greg's fingers began to run through her hair. When he was fully erect, Julie bobbed up and down on him slowly for a minute or two before taking him out of her mouth. She looked at his manhood, still amazed as ever at its thickness and length. He had to be at least nine inches long and thick enough that her hand could barely wrap around it. She gasped. Oh God how she wanted to feel this incredible cock inside her! Julie rubbed his rigid member against her cheeks, smearing her own saliva on her face. She ran her tongue up and down his length, pausing a moment at the base to caress his balls one by one. She looked up into Greg's blue-gray eyes as she rubbed him sensuously all over her face. Julie wanted him to see it in her eyes how much she wanted to pleasure him. But she also knew she had to do more. Any woman could want to please him. She had to get him excited about her doing it. She sat back on her heels and looked up at him, running her hands up and down the outsides of his thighs. "Tell me," Julie said in her best bedroom voice. "Tell me to suck it." "I don't have to," Greg replied smoothly. "You'll suck it anyway, won't you?" Julie smiled and nodded. "Mmm hmmm, oh God yeah!" she said, popping him into her mouth and sucking him a few more times. "But I still want you to tell me," she said, sitting back again. "Why?" Greg asked. Julie shrugged, still smiling. "I don't know why," she admitted. "I just know it makes me wet when you do. When you tell me," she added, licking a drop of precum from the tip of his shaft. "Julie," Greg said, looking down at her. She looked up, waiting expectantly. "Suck my cock." The heat flared between her legs as she obediently complied. She closed her eyes and, her hands still on his legs, pushed her mouth slowly down his thick pole. She came back up and went down again several more times before sitting back again. "I never liked this before," she confessed, feeling a little bit of heat rising in her cheeks. "Never liked...? Sucking cock?" Greg asked. The words "sucking cock" made her quiver slightly. She shook her head. "And now?" he asked. By way of reply, Julie bobbed energetically a dozen or so times on his cock. "Now," she said, letting him escape her lips for a moment and looking up into his eyes, "I want to cum with your cock in my mouth." Julie grabbed his hefty member with her left hand and started sucking him in earnest. Her right hand slipped under her skirt, its fingers seeking out her exposed pussy lips. She moistened her fingers with her own juices, then swirled them around her clit. That first touch, combined with the arousal of having Greg's cock in her mouth, brought her to the brink of orgasm almost immediately. "Looks like I turned you into a cocksucker," Greg said arrogantly. "You can't get on your knees and suck my cock fast enough, can you?" Julie Ch. 07 His words, his cock in her mouth and her fingers combined were too much. Julie's ass and hips twitched sharply as a starburst of warmth exploded through her body. It spread through her whole body in an instant. She could feel the flush of heat in her arms and fingers, in her thighs, calves and toes. Her whole body shook, almost causing her to gag on the long shaft in her mouth. The wave passed and she fell back on her heels, breathing heavily and smiling broadly. "Oh, God that was good!" she said to Greg. "I never liked it like that!" "Show me," said Greg, rubbing his throbbing cock against her lips. "Show me how much you love to suck my cock." His words triggered a fresh wetness and Julie wanted to do exactly as he directed. It took willpower not to throw her lips around him and resume pleasuring his incredible member. "I got a better idea," she said, trying to sound confident and sexy. She stood up, turned around and lifted her skirt. "Why don't you bend me over and fuck me?" She braced herself on the table, looked over her shoulder and smiled sweetly at him. He looked at Julie's firm, bare ass and then at her face. He raised an eyebrow speculatively. "I already got a shower," he said, shaking his head. "Don't worry about that," Julie purred. "You shove that big cock of yours into me and make me cum and then I'll get back on my knees for you, okay?" Greg thought about it for just a moment before reaching into his suitcase and pulling out a condom. He opened the package, rolled it onto his erect cock and positioned himself behind Julie. "You're gonna cum, alright," he affirmed as he placed one hand on her hip and grabbed his cock with the other. He pressed the head of his member against her wet opening. "Then you're going to suck my cock and swallow my cum," he said as he pushed into her. "Ahhhhh!" cried Julie as Greg forced his log-like cock into her. Her elbows were resting on the table, her hands splayed wide to brace herself for Greg's onslaught. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She had forgotten how big he was, how he stretched her. And he wasn't being particularly gentle this time. It was painful, the way he pushed himself into her, despite her natural lubrication. But it was good pain. It was hot! Greg's cock was so big that it hurt her! Oh God! She loved it! He felt like he was man enough to split her in two! After a half dozen strokes, Julie was able to relax and enjoy his penetration. He had both hands on her hips, rocking her back into every thrust, shoving his massive tool as deep into her as he could each time. Julie could feel him hitting up inside her, almost like he was punching her stomach. "Oooooohhhhhhhh! Oooooooohhhhhh! Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned. "Yeah, you like that big cock in you, don't you?" Greg asked, giving her a couple especially hard thrusts. She nodded and moaned in agreement. "What are you going to do after it makes you cum?" "Oooohhhh!" Julie replied, unable to form words. "Tell me!" Greg persisted. "I...I... ahhh... I'm going to... aaahhh... suck it," Julie panted. His cock pounding in and out of her made her feel so good she thought her head might explode. Oh God! He was going to make her cum, and cum big like he had before. "That's right," Greg assured her as he shoved himself into her over and over again. "And it's gonna taste soooo good, isn't it?" "Oh, God! Oh, God, Oh, GOOOOOOahhhhhh!" was all Julie could say. Her orgasm overtook her with a savage intensity, the room around her disappearing in a fog of ecstasy. The shock wave of pleasure that radiated out from her pussy shook her whole body for several long moments as Greg continued to pump her relentlessly. Then Greg pushed himself deep into her, grabbing her hips and holding her there. That big cock so deep in her, impaling her with such energy, prolonged the tremors and surges of her orgasm. Her body shuddered and twitched for what seemed like an eternity as the heat continued to pump through her limbs, body and pussy. When Greg finally withdrew, Julie lay breathing heavily on the table. She lay there, her ass presented to him as she caught her breath and gathered her wits. She was hoping that maybe he would put it back in her, fuck her to another incredible orgasm. But then she heard the elastic snap of his condom. She stood and turned. There was that incredible, long, thick cock, standing straight out like it was pointing at her. God, she still had trouble believing that monster could fit in her petite body! "Julie," Greg said in a syrupy voice. "Guess what's next?" She smiled. She knew what was next, of course. It had been her idea in the first place. But she didn't say so, because she knew what Greg was going to say and she wanted him to say it. "Get on your knees, Julie. Get on your knees and suck my fat cock." His words made her shiver with anticipation, her pussy tingle as she knelt before him. She looked up at him. "You make me cum like that," she breathed, licking his cock head, "and I'll suck your cock all day long. Mmmmm...." She bobbed her lips up and down on him, loving the feel and taste of him. Did the intensity of her orgasm make him taste better to her? Maybe. It was so unbelievably wonderful to have him in her mouth. Julie just wanted what she gave him to be as good as what he gave her. "Greg," she said, slipping him out of her mouth. "You like it when a business woman sucks your cock, don't you?" She resumed sucking as he nodded. "You know I do." "Well, this business woman is going to go to work with your cum in her belly," she said, looking up at him through her eyelashes. She bobbed on him a few more times. "You like that, don't you?" "Oohhh, yeah," he breathed. "Too bad I'm on my way to work," Julie continued between sucks. "Or I'd have you cum all over my face." Her tongue swirled around his cock head. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She pushed as much of him into her mouth as she could take, then came back up with a long, wet slurping sound. "A business woman with your load all over her face?" Greg groaned in obvious agreement. "Maybe I should come back later and we could try it." She bobbed again, slurping up the saliva on his shaft. "Maybe you should show me what you can do to a tiny little thing like me," her lips closed around his head, her tongue darting out to caress it, "with a big fat cock like this!" She slapped herself on the side of the face a few times with his erection, then started sucking him faster. Her words clearly had the desired effect. A few minutes later she could feel Greg swelling, stiffening as he approached his bursting point. "I'm gonna cum," he panted. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" Then Julie felt the first sticky blast hit her tongue. She kept bobbing as his cock pumped a second and third jet into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could and continued sucking on him until he pulled away, too sensitive to let her continue. She gripped the base of his shaft and squeezed a last bead out of him then licked it away. She swallowed what remained in her mouth and looked up at him, as if for approval. God, that had been hot, Julie thought. There was a part of her that wanted to do it again right now. She was still basking in the afterglow of her own exquisite orgasm, not sure that she had given as much pleasure as she had received. She stood up and straightened her clothes then reached out and gave his cock an affectionate squeeze. "I need to use your bathroom for a second," she told him, slipping into it to clean herself up. When she came out, he was still standing in the middle of the room naked and she couldn't help looking at his cock. Even in its softened state, it was still such an impressive piece of manhood. No wonder he could tell women to get on their knees and suck it. A cock like that... well, it had found a submissive streak in Julie! She walked up to him and took him in her hand again. This time she stepped close enough that she could slip him under her skirt and rub the head of his flaccid member against her folds. She could feel herself getting turned on all over again as she massaged herself with his cock. "Where's my room key?" she asked with a purr. He looked at her for a long moment, expressionless. She kissed his chest, ran her tongue across it to his nipple and sucked briefly on it before asking again. "Where's my room key?" She let a little bit of sultry pout creep into her voice. She looked up at him, wide eyed, trying to look innocent and sweet. Like she wasn't rubbing his cock against her pussy lips. Greg seemed to be debating. Did he have other plans that he was now thinking about canceling? Or did he want to keep Julie at more of a distance? Or did he just simply not want to let her be the one calling the shots? She pushed him into her folds, letting her wetness coat him, entice him. She could feel him starting to stir again. She leaned down, pulled him out from under her skirt and licked her own juices off of him. She put him in her mouth again. Feeling him getting hard in her mouth was intensely exciting. She slipped more of him into her mouth, loving the way he grew as she did. He was almost completely erect again when she released him and stood up. She stepped close again, lifting her skirt to let his cock rub against her again. "Where's my key?" Julie was starting to feel a little nervous, but was careful not to let it show. Greg needed to see her as a temptress. A woman supremely confident in her ability to please a man. She stole a glance at the clock. She would have to leave soon to make it to work on time. Greg probably had similar constraints. Still, he stood there without answering her. Julie tried to play it cool. Slowly rubbing him against her pussy as if she could stand there all day like that. She took his hand and put it on her breast and encouraged him to squeeze. He did so, giving her more pleasure than she expected. A high pitched sigh slipped out of her. "Tonight. Six-thirty. In the bar downstairs." Greg said at last. Julie felt a tingly thrill shoot through her. She had done it. He was going to see her tonight! It was an affirmation that she was hot and sexy and desirable to him. That he saw something in her that he couldn't get just anywhere. He still had the upper hand in this. But Julie felt like the balance had shifted at least slightly. She let go of his cock and stood on her tip toes to kiss him. He wrapped his hand behind her head and gave her a surprisingly passionate kiss. His tongue quickly found hers and they intertwined back and forth between each others' mouths. Julie broke away panting, breathless. Oh God! She wanted him again right now! She didn't know if she could wait until tonight! Greg gave her another long kiss, then straightened up. "Tonight," he said half smirking, half smiling. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek to his strong chest, hugging him tightly. Yes, tonight. Tonight they would intertwine their bodies on this bed in an exchange of lust and pleasure. The erection that was pressed against her now would once again be inside her, driving her to stratospheric orgasms. And, in turn, she would do anything to ensure Greg's pleasure. If it was within her to take him to equally dizzying heights, she would stop at nothing to make it happen. Julie released her arms and took his hard cock in her hand again. She couldn't help herself. She lifted her skirt and again rubbed him in her steamy juices. He leaned down and kissed her, another lingering, deep kiss, as she pushed his head into her moistened folds. Julie broke away from the kiss gasping. She was tingling where his cock touched her. The warmth was once again spreading between her legs, up through her belly and out to her whole body. God! This was all she wanted in the world right now, his cock up inside her again. How would she ever manage to wait until tonight? Greg stepped back and Julie let go of him. His cock stood straight out, the head glistening with the juices from between her legs. She impulsively bent down and took him in her mouth, washing herself off of him. Once she had him in her mouth, Julie couldn't resist taking in more of him, bobbing up and down a few times. If it wasn't already so late... He slipped from her mouth as she stood up, her eyes going to his. She could see through his smirk there was real desire burning in him. He didn't want to stop this any more than she did. She quickly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Greg's eyebrow went up and he took a quick glance at the clock. Julie was standing before him in just her bra and blouse, her pussy just barely concealed. Surely, he had to be more than a little tempted? Greg's look softened as he apparently came to a decision. He leaned down and again kissed Julie passionately. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it greedily. His hand crept up under her blouse and fondled the firm swell of her breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching at her nipple. It was all so damn good! Julie's head was spinning. No, there was no way they could wait until tonight. There was an urgency in him that mirrored her own. It was reassuring to sense it. It was also getting her wet all over again. They were going to satisfy each other again before they left here this morning. Greg stood and pushed Julie back toward the bed. She laid back on it and pulled herself into the middle of the bed, expecting him to climb on top of her. But instead, Greg lowered his head between Julie's parted legs. Oh God! He was going to eat her out! Julie loved the feel of a man's tongue on her clit. She came fairly easily when a man pleasured her that way. And Greg already had her sooo turned on! Her head might burst if he was any good at it. Greg fixed her with his smirk before pushing her thighs apart and lowering his lips to her neatly trimmed bush. His lips covered her clit with a few warm kisses that left her quivering with anticipation. He turned and kissed the insides of each of her thighs, then ran his tongue along each of them. Julie could hardly contain herself. She needed his tongue on her most sensitive of spots so badly that she was almost shaking. When Greg finally licked her pussy lips, she burst out with a low, hoarse moan. God! He was going to drive her crazy! He spent a few more moments licking the pungent juices from her opening before letting his tongue wander up to where she wanted him. Needed him. Just as he was about to touch her, he pulled up and looked at her. Smirking, of course. "God! Lick me!" Julie pleaded. "Lick me!" Greg hesitated just a moment longer before his tongue descended on her clit. He swirled his warm, wet tongue around on it, sending lightning bolts of pleasure all through her. She came quickly, her hips bucking, mashing her pussy against his mouth. Greg stayed right with her, moving as she twitched and spasmed, keeping his tongue on her clit. In moments, a second orgasm rocked her. Her back arched, her eyes squeezed shut and her fingers clenched the sheets in a white-knuckle grip. She hung suspended there while the powerful climax raced through her. When she finally collapsed back onto the bed, Greg was kissing her thigh and running his tongue along it. The intensity of her orgasm made it hard to feel his touch. It seemed that all of her nerve endings were in her clit. And her nipples. Her own fingers quickly discovered their sensitivity. She gave herself a gentle pinch and gasped at the power of her body's response. Greg kissed her belly affectionately, his hand squeezing her thigh. Then he stood up, his erection pointing right at her. He looked at Julie, no doubt noticing the way she licked her lips as she stared longingly at his massive shaft. Julie wanted to throw her legs wide and let him penetrate her. But missionary? Shouldn't she give him something a little more exciting? She slipped off the bed. "Come on," Julie said, leading him to an arm chair in the corner of the room. "I have an idea." Greg followed her to the chair and sat down, his nine inch cock pointing up at the ceiling. Julie turned around and backed into him, lowering herself onto his towering manhood. Just as she felt him pushing at her opening, his hand came up and stopped her. "Gotta grab a condom," he said. Julie shook her head. "Don't worry," she told him, looking over her shoulder with her sluttiest smile. "I'm feeling kinky this morning." She lowered herself onto him as he moved his hand out of her way. The wetness of her arousal increased four-fold as he penetrated her. After a couple of inches were inside her, she had to lift herself up and come down on him again. Even after the hard fucking she had just gotten, it still took a couple minutes for her to get all of him back inside her little body. Once he was completely up inside her, she sat on him for a moment, rocking her hips back and forth, almost delirious at the full, stretched feeling of her pussy. "Mmmmaaaaahhhh!" Julie groaned as she undulated on top of him. She lifted herself up and came down on him. "Oh!" He was so deep he felt like he was pushing her internal organs aside. She bounced up and down again. And again. And again. Slowly she picked up her pace, ramming herself down on his rigid cock over and over again. Greg held her hips firmly with his strong hands, helping to lift her each time. His grip on her sides amplified the warmth in her pussy and her belly as they guided her. He moaned. Julie leaned forward as she went faster still. The way he felt in her, pounded deep into her, she knew she would cum soon. Then one of his hands left her waist, slipped over her thigh and between her legs. His finger quickly found her clit and rubbed it. Almost immediately, the fireworks went off. Julie's head went back as she screamed out. Her hips bucked and her legs gave out, causing her to fall with her full weight down on his cock. The depth of his penetration at the exact moment of her orgasm completely overloaded her. For the brief eternity of her ecstasy, she was aware only of the all-consuming wave of heat and passion that flashed out from her pussy to every part of her body. It hit her with such force that it made her skin feel tight, like she was a balloon inflated to the point of bursting. And the heat... if she didn't explode, she would surely ignite. As the tsunami of her orgasm crashed down and receded, Greg's hands once again coaxed Julie into motion. She was barely aware at first that she was moving him in and out of her, so overwhelming had been her climax. But soon she was more than aware. She was rocking hard in rhythm with him again. "Tell me when you're close," she panted. He grunted in reply, his hands encouraging her to go faster. Her legs felt rubbery, her body not quite her own as she responded to his prompting. Over and over again her ass slapped against his thighs, forcing his monstrous cock into her. Finally, he let out a groan. "Oh, God!" he moaned. "I'm gonna cum!" Julie heard his words and despite the lingering fog of her orgasm, she didn't hesitate. She stood up, causing him to slip from the dripping furnace of her pussy. Her breath caught as he withdrew, leaving her feeling so empty. Quickly, she knelt before him and closed her mouth over his sticky, pungent cock, just as he threw his head back and groaned. She captured the first sticky strands as they burst from him, coating her tongue for the second time that morning. She bobbed and sucked, loving the way his cock and his cum filled her mouth. It was so slutty, so sexy, so hot! She sucked and sucked, coaxing out every drop that she could, the taste of his seed mingling with her own juices on her tongue. She swallowed down the salty blend, then licked the length of his shaft, cleaning all traces her arousal and orgasm from him. Julie Ch. 08 As far as brothers went, Julie deemed hers the best of the lot. He was pleasant, charming, intelligent, and quite handsome. Some could even call him devastating to women. So it was without surprise that she observed her employer serving Matthew with an extra slice of pie. "You ate that last one so fast, I don't think you really had dinner." The matronly red-head peered at the man curiously. From the looks of him, Matthew had indeed skipped dinner. The slight flush that always accompanied an unexpected truth crept over his cheeks. "Don't worry, Franky. I'm sure he'll eat something soon. He is in my section after all." Julie stepped out of the break area and approached her sibling as Franky drifted off to yell at some rowdy kids. "Thank God, sis. I think she's trying to fatten me up for some type of slaughter." When Julie couldn't help a laugh from slipping out, Matthew looked at her curiously. "Sorry. Picturing you on a platter with an apple in your mouth. So you want some ice cream to go with that pie?" *** He couldn't help it if anywhere he went, he knew someone. He had only to enter one place and Peter's name would ring out from some acquaintance or other. It just happened this time that this particular place was owned by one of those. "Hello, Franky; and how are you?" "I'm good – yourself?" Spotting Julie waiting at the far end of the diner car, he smiled. "I am great." The older lady smirked at him. "What'll you have?" She followed his gaze and her expression turned to one of mischievous glee. "Or should I say what'll have you?" Taken aback, Peter couldn't help but wonder, "That transparent, am I?" "It helps being in the loop." She tilted her head toward a man seated at the counter. "Take a seat. Someone'll be with you shortly." Peter didn't quite understand her but did as he was told happily. Well, that is until he got a better look at the man also seated at the counter. The same bloke that he first saw Julie with picked at a sumptuous looking sundae only partially consumed. Uncertain, he took the stool adjacent. The unknown man raised his head and noticed Peter. Nonchalantly he pointed to his desert. "Damn things. You always get the biggest one because that's what you want. Then you can't finish it because of all the other food you ate before it. Or pie that was practically shoved down your throat." In a small way, Peter acquiesced to the strangers comment. "Silly – it's made for you to have a date with you so you don't waste your money." "Or for those with an enormous sweet tooth." Julie sidled up to her brother and patted his back. "Eat up, Matt, else I'll finish it on you, break rule or no." Her cheeks flushed when she noticed the Peter, sitting and quietly taking her in. A few swift strides later she was placed firmly on the opposite side of the counter. "Something to drink?" "Usual, doll." Julie's moved away to place the order and Matthew caught her flustered hand motions as she poured him a cup of joe. Such activity could have a few meanings, but he decided to make a closer inspection of the man. "Been here before?" Peter noticed this Matthew giving him an un-approving glance. "The name is Peter. I work the C&P Bar a few blocks away." Holding out his hand for an introductory shake was met with the same sturdy gaze – and much to Peter's chagrin – not a hand. "I'm Matthew. It's nice to meet you." For a while they didn't do anything. Peter found his dislike easing into the realm of ardent distain within a few minutes. The way he kept staring at Julie and the warning glances he kept sending Peter's way were beginning to infuriate him. Julie, he noticed, had a tired but friendly attitude around this Matthew. Peter thought it a little too inviting... But she kept sending those innocent blushes to himself. It was definitely a good idea to come before 10. "So do you come here often?" Matthew's question was met with a chuckle. "Well, I do plan on coming in here more often. Good burgers." Julie happened to wander by and he smiled wolfishly at her. A few more roses lit up in her cheeks and she lowered her eyes to the floor. "Yeah, the food's not bad." Julie poured some coffee for Matthew and set it down with a playful light in her eyes. In a low tone to Matthew she considerately said, "In comparison with Mom's, maybe. But damn good otherwise." Score one for Peter! As Peter did a mental jig due to his great deductive reasoning, he figured he would just make sure. Julie continued to skirt her way about the tables, refilling coffee cups, Peter took the opportunity to make certain. "So you're her brother?" Matthew peered for a few minutes into Peter's eyes, attempting to measure him up. "Yep." Peter shrugged and took up his drink, delighted. Slurping the black liquid, Peter couldn't help but notice that the tension building between himself and Matthew hadn't quite died though. "You two don't look much alike." "That's genetics for you." Peter smiled a little and offered his hand again. "Are handshakes in the genes, too?" Begrudgingly, Matthew took it and gave a brief although exceedingly firm shake. "Break her heart and I break your spine." "Good to know." Before too long, Julie returned with good cheer. "How are you two getting along?" "Well enough, sis." Gathering up his jacket, Matthew drew Julie in close and whispered something in her ear Peter couldn't hear. "Remember what I told you," was thrown over his shoulder as Matthew walked out the door. "What was that about?" "Incentive..." *** A tired sigh escaped Julie's lips as her eyes roamed her walls appreciatively. After a few hours of sleep the nightmares roused again, forcing Julie back to work. She had framed the portrait of Franky, all spiffed up from Peter's handiwork. Although the condition on receiving said frame was rather steep... "Should you say yes, you and I shall have a quiet dinner at my place, where you won't be lifting a finger or bussing your own dishes. Then there will be ice cream and an optional snuggling period to whatever film in my collection strikes your fancy." Flabbergasted for a moment or two, Julie finally managed a "And if I say no?" "You will be proclaimed as the wickedest creature that ever drew breath. Not to mention, I will be forced to eat a half gallon of ice cream all by my lonesome." After a short charade of Peter's saddened ice cream gorging, mingled with pretend tears and sobs, Julie couldn't help but say yes. He demanded this occur immediately, and with Franky's support, it did. The two enjoyed some good Thai take-out, German beer and ate their dessert to the opening credits of an old thriller classic, House on Haunted Hill. They hadn't exactly cuddled, but sat leaning against each other constantly conscious of the other. It wasn't until Julie was ready to leave that anything out of the usual "get to know you" shebang came up. "One last question, I beg of you." Julie started at that. "Beg of me? Why beg?" In his own place, he couldn't help being at home or the self-assured grin that burned brightly on his face. "Well, you've done everything our negotiations dictated and more. I just don't want to pry too much..." "How about this; you ask me your question and I will reserve the right to answer it? In addition, I'll ask a question. Tit for tat." "Good for me. I like tit... Anyway, what happened with your last relationship?" Choking back a large sigh, she turned on Peter. "Same question, you first." After a pause, Peter finished the last of his beer before responding embarrassed, "Wouldn't call twenty minutes a relationship... but she was a dude." "I'm not a dude." "I know." With that, Peter gave her a kiss she'd been anticipating all evening. She wasn't sure how long it was or if she could express it in words. But she knew that she hadn't been disappointed. She remembered that sensation and wouldn't think on Peter's pouting face when she didn't answer him back. It gave her a smile and banished the last phantoms from her restless sleep. Her hand sketched of its own accord until the wee hours of the morning were past. Julie Ch. 08 Julie arrived at work late, but, much to her relief, no one seemed to have noticed. She jumped into the mountain waiting in her in bin, glad to have something to keep her mind off of Greg. God! This morning had been fabulous! She had to keep tonight out of her head or she'd never get anything done today! A little before lunch time, she called Gary. "Hey, hon," she said. "Ashlee just called me. She wants to meet for a drink after work, so I'll be a little late tonight." "Okay," Gary was always so damned agreeable. "Can I join you?" "Um... I think she's having man troubles again so..." Julie had met Ashlee at her first job out of college. Ashlee was the same age and had started at the company just a couple weeks earlier. Their friendship formed quite naturally and had somehow sustained as they traveled down divergent paths. Julie had been dating Gary at the time and married him not long after. Ashlee, on the other hand, seemed to go from one train-wreck relationship to another. Julie had met her on numerous occasions for drinks after work. And many were because Ashlee was having yet another boyfriend crisis. It was a very easy lie. Gary never questioned it. Once the preparations had been made, it was much harder for Julie to keep Greg out of her thoughts. The afternoon went by quite slowly and she had difficulty concentrating on what she had to do. That in itself was something that should have irked her. That a man might have an effect on her that could compromise the quality of her work. It was something that had never happened before. How many times had she looked down, rather smugly, on other women who let men affect their performance in the workplace? Julie had always assumed that she was above that. Superior. And now? She was squirming in her chair thinking about Greg's long thick cock ramming mercilessly in and out of her pussy. Orgasm after gut-wrenching orgasm as he fucked her senseless. What the hell was wrong with her? How could she be such a different person than the one she always believed that she was? Julie stayed late to make up for the time she had been late in the morning. And to compensate for her distracted level of productivity. But she still left too early to go straight to the hotel bar. So she stopped to look at shoes. The ones she had on were comfortable, but not particularly sexy. In the time she had to kill, Julie thought it might be nice to find a pair that Greg would want her to leave on, after all her other garments were on the floor. A pair of heels that would look so sexy as she knelt on the floor in front of him, or as she lay on her back with her legs spread wide. Something hot and sexy. Slutty, even. She found what she was looking for, sleek black three inch heels that made her ass look incredible. Would Greg notice? Almost certainly. He had an eye for things like that, subtleties that women used to attract men. And this wasn't the most subtle of signs. The price was quite a bit more than she really wanted to spend, but Julie rationalized it, telling herself that tonight she was going to pull out all the stops. If Greg didn't get rock hard at the mere thought of Julie after tonight, well, then she hadn't accomplished her goal. And Julie was not a woman who was accustomed to failure. She glanced at her watch as she got back in her car. She still had a little bit of time left. Another last minute idea occurred to her. She made another stop on the way to dinner, a last minute purchase that she hoped would help put things over the top tonight. She put it in her purse as she returned to her car. When she reached the hotel parking lot, Julie chose a parking spot hidden by a van. There, shielded from passers-by, she quickly removed her panties. She had been thinking about this all day. Greg had definitely reacted to it this morning when she had shown up with nothing under her skirt. This time she wanted it to drive him crazy. Have him sit at the bar with her, knowing she wasn't wearing panties, getting impatient to get her up to his room and sample her again. She undid the next button down on her blouse, too, just for good measure. With a quick check of her make up in the rear view, she slipped out of the car and strutted across the parking lot in her new heels. Julie entered the bar and ordered a drink. When it came, she took it over to a table along the far wall. From there she could watch the door for Greg. She also chose it because, as Greg approached, he would be the only person who would be able to see her. That was an important part of her plan. She looked around. The bar was sparsely populated, not uncommon for this hour on a Tuesday night. She sipped her drink and waited, trying hard not to get too aroused before she even saw him. Was he feeling the same anticipation? Julie wasn't sure. This morning, there was a look in his eyes that told her he was. But that was several hours ago. Did he spend the day thinking about her? Or had his desire cooled? When Greg arrived, she gave him a wave to get his attention. He crossed to the bar and ordered a drink. He showed no signs of being impatient or in a hurry. His face wore its customary smirk. He was still too far away for her to see what would really tip her off—his eyes. Julie, for her part, waited with an outward façade of calm. She had a little surprise for him, one that had her heart beating fast. She hoped she had the nerve to go through with it. It took all her willpower not to show any outward signs of nervousness. Finally, Greg got his drink and walked toward her. As he approached, his body, combined with the wall beside her, hid Julie from all the other people in the bar. Forcing herself to move deliberately, unhurriedly, Julie drew her skirt up her thighs. She kept her eyes on Greg's as she slowly revealed herself to him. She paused just as she reached the point where she would expose herself completely. She lifted the fabric and gave him enough of a peek for him to have no doubt about what she was wearing. And, more importantly, what she wasn't. Then she slipped her hem back down her legs, smiling at him. Greg slowed his pace as he saw what Julie was doing. His eyes darted back and forth between her eyes and her rising hem line. His smirk widened when she revealed herself fully to him. He liked what he saw and Julie liked that he did. She also liked the look that was in his eyes. That look that said he didn't want to wait. He wanted her now. That was the look Julie needed to see. As long as he was looking at her with that insatiable hunger in his eyes, was there anything she wouldn't do? "Hi," she greeted him, her voice syrupy sweet, a sly grin pushing up the corners of her mouth. Her heart was racing. She had just flashed her pussy in a bar. But outwardly, she was maintaining a cool composure. "Hi yourself," Greg replied. He wasn't letting himself be out-cooled by Julie. He tapped his glass against hers. "Here's, uh... looking at you," he joked. Julie felt a little heat rise in her cheeks. She raised her glass and took a sip to cover her blushing. Greg slipped into the seat beside Julie. She liked his choice. She had wondered if he would sit beside her or across from her. She was quite pleased he chose to sit beside her... where he could easily and discretely put his hands on her legs. Perhaps even slide a finger or two up under her skirt... Julie had to be careful. She was already feeling aroused. She didn't want to get too turned on sitting here in the bar. She wasn't wearing any panties! "Yes, you were looking at me, weren't you?" Julie replied, keeping her voice low and sexy, her smile reserved, yet sultry. He drew in a breath through his nose, causing his nostrils to flare, like he was inhaling the scent of her. Her willingness. While Julie held no illusions about having any power over him, she was feeling quite confident that Greg wasn't going to go to bed without fucking her. At least twice. "You make it hard not to notice you," he replied, smirk and smile ensconced on his visage. "Oh, I'll make it hard alright," she parried, with a suggestive raise of her eyebrows. "And then?" Greg asked. His eyes had taken note of her unbuttoned blouse and he was casting a glance down at her buxom breasts. "And then," Julie paused to take a sip of her drink, "I'll do whatever you tell me to do." "Just like that?" His voice showed no surprise. But then, why would he? How many women had probably told him something similar? Julie cast her eyes down in a deliberate show of submissiveness. "Yes. I can't explain it. But when you tell me to... to do things... I've never wanted to like that before." She looked up at him, her sultry smile unwavering. With her free hand, Julie reached up and ran her fingers lightly up his arm and along his shoulder. "You make me want to get on my knees," she confessed in a hoarse whisper. "You make me want to spread my legs as wide as I can. How do I make you feel?" He gave a slight snort and smiled. "Hard. Rock hard." Julie's eyes involuntarily dipped down below Greg's belt. He wasn't lying. There was a sizeable swelling visible through his dress slacks. She looked up into his eyes and ever so slowly ran her tongue around her lips. Once again, Greg's smirk failed to hide the unbridled lust that radiated from him. And Julie loved it. That he was just as eager for their union as she was. She didn't care if that still didn't put them on equal footing. As long as, at this moment, he couldn't walk away any sooner than she could. And she could not have walked away. "You know," Greg said, his eyes still traveling over Julie's body, lustfully drinking it in. "We could skip dinner and just order something from room service later." His impatience to get up to his room was too much for Julie and she felt the wetness surge between her legs. God, it could be mere minutes! Before seven o'clock she could have him in her mouth. In her pussy. The heat and wetness pulsed again as her heart rate, just settling down after her flashing him, started to increase again. "I like how you think." Julie raised her glass with one hand and rubbed his cock through his pants with the other. "Why don't you get some champagne sent up while I make a phone call, okay?" Greg put his hand on her thigh, slipping her skirt back a little to do so. Looking Julie in the eye, he started moving his hand up her leg. It was all Julie could do to keep the cool look on her face. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She had never wanted anything as badly as she wanted him right now! God! Had she ever been so friggin' horny before? That's what it was, plain and simple. She was horny. As his hand moved farther up her thigh, Julie opened her legs wider to give him easy access. She gasped involuntarily as his finger grazed the neatly trimmed hairs of her pussy. Her hand came down on his, her skirt sandwiched between them. "Greg, dear," she purred, surprised she was able to keep her voice so steady and so silky. "If you get me any more worked up, you'll have to fuck me in the elevator." "Maybe I plan to," he replied easily, as his fingers continued to reach out for her under her skirt. She almost believed he was serious. The lust in his eyes looked to be about equal to what she was feeling. God! They were going to tear each other apart! "That's assuming, of course," Julie smiled, sneaking a hand into his lap and squeezing his erection briefly, "that you recover from the blow job by then." She formed an "O" with her full, ruby lips and ever so slightly moved her head as if she were performing fellatio. This game was getting to her. Her pussy was so wet she was afraid to stand up. The tingling in her belly, the anticipation they were building between them, was almost enough to make her whole body quiver. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. Thank God she had a jacket on to cover them. And her quick groping of Greg's cock confirmed what she already knew: that he was every bit as charged up for her as she was for him. Why were they still sitting here? They should be in the elevator on their way to his room already! But Greg seemed to be enjoying this, even if the anticipation was killing him too. His eyes were glued to her lips as she mimicked giving head, loving every minute of it. "Yeah, get used to making that face," Greg replied, smirking. "I expect to see it a lot." Her pussy pulsed and throbbed, the arousal almost dripping out of her. Yes, he could see that as much as he wanted. "In fact," he added, giving her bush a last tickle before sliding his hand out from under her skirt, "I think I want to see you on your knees in the next five minutes." Julie's pussy was throbbing, almost on fire at his words. For a brief moment she wondered what would happen if she went down on him right there in the bar. Or what would happen if he took it out and told her to suck it. That momentary fantasy knotted her gut with pangs of want. Desire. Need. Finally, Greg stood up, quickly adjusting his jacket to hide his huge erection. Julie let out a long, deep sigh. Oh, she just couldn't wait any longer. "I'll go order champagne," he said, his eyes looking down at the hem of her skirt expectantly. "You make your phone call." He stood and waited a moment, and Julie knew why. Once again, she pulled her skirt up her legs, this time all the way up to her belly, giving him a full view her glistening pussy. Then she quickly lowered it, crossing her legs in a most lady-like fashion. Greg's eyes were locked on hers. Oh, what she saw in those eyes! God only knew what he would do to her tonight, how far he would push her, how high he would take her. She was so excited that it was almost scary. Then he turned and sauntered over to the bar, leaving Julie breathless. She took a couple deep breaths and got herself under control before reaching for her cell phone. "Hi, hon," she said casually when Gary answered. "I'm here with Ashlee and she's had a bit too much to drink, so I'm going to take her home." "Good idea," Gary replied. If he was at all bothered that she wasn't coming home soon, his voice didn't reveal it. "You're okay to drive?" "Yeah, I'm still on my first drink," Julie answered honestly. "I'll give you a call when I get her home. Okay?" "Okay, babe. Love you." "Love you too," she replied and hung up. She had just lied to her husband so she could sneak off to a hotel room to fuck and suck another man in hedonistic fashion. And she had concluded the call by saying she loved him? Well, that was still true, wasn't it? Greg turned from the bar and beckoned Julie. She drank the rest of her drink and quickly joined him, concerns about her feelings for Gary washed away in a tidal wave of lust. Greg watched her cross the floor to him, obviously noticing her choice in footwear and how it made her ass wiggle in a most erotic way. With a hand on the small of her back, he steered her in front of him. "I like the way those heels make your ass look," he whispered in her ear as she passed. Just outside the entrance to the bar, Julie looked back at him with a sweet smile. "I plan to keep them on," she told him. "And only them." She let her ass sway as she walked to the elevator, knowing his eyes were on her. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze through her skirt. The elevator ride was intense. The two of them were alone together, aching to feel and taste each other. The temptation to do something now, not wait until they reached the safety of Greg's hotel room was almost unbearable. If Julie wasn't worried about security cameras, she might have, ever so briefly, pulled out his cock and put it in her mouth. If only to make sure he was as charged up as he could be. As it was, the door to the room was still swinging shut as they both removed their jackets. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, while Julie undid his belt. Her fingers were almost trembling as she un-did it and pulled it free from his pants. Greg shed his shirt as Julie's nervous fingers attacked the button on his pants, then the zipper. As his zipper slid down, Julie's pussy throbbed, swollen and dripping. She forced herself to hesitate, look up into his eyes, before letting his pants fall to the floor. Greg unhurriedly stepped out of them and toed them aside. Julie reached for the elastic of his underwear, but Greg stopped her. He shook his head slowly, an evil grin on his lips. She remembered his words just minutes ago in the bar and knew what he wanted. And she knew what she wanted too. "Tell me," she purred, her hands running over his broad chest. "Tell me what you want me to do." Greg leaned down and kissed her, grabbing the back of her head and pressing her lips forcefully against his. His mouth opened and his tongue slipped down into her mouth, where she sucked on it like it was his cock. God, she got so hot sucking on his tongue! She broke away from his kiss, gasping, so aroused she could hardly breathe. She laid her head against his chest and, though his underwear, took hold of his cock. She squeezed it, closing her eyes, delighting in the muscular feel of his chest and the hardness of his member. She didn't know how mush more she could take without her head turning inside out. Greg pinched her erect nipples through her blouse and bra, sending fireworks coursing through her belly and a fresh burst of wetness through her pussy. A small squeal slipped from her as she stood there burning with desire, her senses near the point of overload. Still squeezing his huge erection, Julie looked up and opened her eyes. Greg kissed her, ran his tongue along her lips and kissed her again. "You know what to do," he told her. And she did. But she wasn't going to rush it. The anticipation was simply too delicious to part with just yet. "You want me to get down on my knees?" she asked softly, kissing his chest. "Uh huh." "And then?" she prompted. Greg's eyes locked on hers as he put his hands on her shoulders. Slowly, he started to push down on them. Julie had no idea why, but the idea of being forced to her knees was making her pussy pulse wildly. Impulsively, she resisted. Greg applied more pressure. Then more. With a gasp, Julie succumbed. Her legs bent and she lowered herself to her knees before him. His powerful frame towered over her, his big cock in front of her face. She pulled down his underwear, letting it spring free. Oh, God! Julie thought. He looked even larger than he had that morning! Was it because he was even more aroused now? Possibly. She definitely was. It was a cock worthy of kneeling before. So long, so thick. Its veins swollen, throbbing. Julie might be a proud woman, an independent woman, but a cock like this could own her. She batted her eyes sweetly at Greg. "And then?" she asked again. Greg looked down at her, eyes blazing with the intensity of his lust. God, Julie loved seeing that reaction! Their eyes stayed locked on each others' for a long moment, Greg offering no answer. "I bet you want me to put it in my mouth, don't you?" Julie cooed. She opened her mouth and came agonizingly close to the bulging red head of his shaft. Then she pulled back and looked up again. Greg showed no surprise. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying Julie's teasing. Of course he was, Julie told herself. In her mind she might be toying with him. But there was surely no doubt in his mind that, at his word, she would obediently take him into her mouth and suck his cock. And the more she played like she was the one in control, the more he would savor it when she humbly complied. Her pussy was dripping at the thought. Everything came down to his power over her. The way he made her so willing, so eager, so desperate to please him. Oh, he could do whatever he wanted to her, tell her to do almost anything and she would! Julie Ch. 08 He knew it, too. And that only made it hotter for her. "Do you want me to?" Julie asked. She meant to sound playful, teasing, but what came out sounded like she was asking permission. He continued to smile, saying nothing. His cock was so hard and throbbing, Julie didn't know how he could stand there so calmly. Julie was on her knees, asking him if he wanted her to suck his cock! How could he be playing it this cool? She squeezed his beefy member, causing a large bead of precum to ooze from him. She couldn't help herself. She licked it off, her body surging with delight at the texture and taste of him on her tongue. "Julie," he said, and she quivered in anticipation. Here it was! He was going to tell her to do it! "Put my cock in your mouth." She looked up into his eyes, letting him see the willingness. He already knew it was there, but Julie felt compelled to show him again. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the first inch of his mighty shaft, her eyes never leaving his. Her tongue flicked at his head, cleaning away any remaining precum. Then she waited, knowing he would tell her to continue. "Suck it." In a fresh explosion of wetness and arousal, Julie's lips glided down Greg's shaft. She wrapped her hand around the base, loving the meatiness of him. She moved her mouth up and down on him several times in a slow, sensual way, watching his reaction. It was almost intoxicating the way he looked at her. She could see and feel the effects her lips and mouth were having on him. At the same time, from his eyes he radiated an aura of expectation. Like there was nothing else Julie could possibly want to do more than pleasure him. "No," he said. "Suck it like a slut." She whimpered involuntarily, increasing her pace. "Yeah, like that," Greg encouraged her. "Show me you're my cocksucker. My slut." Julie moaned, closing her eyes. The way her lips were stretched wide by his girth as he was calling her a cocksucker made her feel so hot. She bobbed, swiveling her head from side to side, still unable to believe how turned on she got with Greg in her mouth. The build-up and anticipation at the bar, the way he pushed her to her knees and now, the power of his thick member pulsing in her mouth was all getting to be too much. Suddenly, Julie had to pause with his cock in her mouth as her body rocked in orgasm. It was so deliciously hot to feel the shock wave of warmth ripple through her. Especially with her lips wrapped around his shaft. She grabbed onto his leg to steady herself as the passion roared through her. She had to let it subside before she could resume sucking him. God! It was amazing that she could cum from sucking cock! In the semi-delirious afterglow of her orgasm, Julie bobbed hard and deep on Greg's cock. She didn't even realize it at first, but she was sucking him like she wanted him to cum. It crossed her mind that she really, desperately craved his big cock in her pussy. But even as she thought it, she continued to suck him with a certain abandon, slurping fast and sloppily on him, anticipating at any moment his balls would tighten, his cock swell and he would fill her mouth with his masculine offering. There was even a whimper of disappointment when Greg stopped her, pulling his rock hard tool away from her mouth. "You love sucking cock, don't you?" Greg asked, hoarsely, his glistening member less than a foot from her face. "Yours," Julie admitted, causing a warm flush to run through her body. Embarrassed, she cast her eyes down for a moment, before looking back up at him with a slightly sheepish grin. "Just mine?" he asked, eyebrow arching. "Yes," she confessed in a whisper. "Only yours." She thought about it for a moment, then decided to volunteer more information. "You're the only one I....uh... the only one I swallow for." There, she said it! It was a little embarrassing, but it was worth it. She had made it clear to him that there was something special between them. That she would do things for him that she wouldn't do for anyone else. Not even her husband. That had to turn him on, didn't it? Feed his ego? And, most importantly, make him even hungrier for her. Yes, there was lust in his eyes as he digested her words. "Maybe later, you can," he said, stepping away from her. "Now, I think it's time you stripped for me." He sat down in the chair they had fucked in that morning. His cock was ramrod straight, shining with Julie's saliva and she wanted it so damn badly! But he wanted her to strip. While he watched. Mmmm.... She would have to give him something worth watching then, wouldn't she? Still on her knees, she turned to face him, spreading her knees apart. Eyes on his, Julie started to pull her skirt up, just as she had at the bar. This time, of course, it wasn't going to be a quick flash. As she drew her hem up past the tops of her thighs, she kept going, showing him her exposed, throbbing womanhood. She loved the way Greg's eyes darted back and forth between her eyes and her pussy. Holding her skirt with one hand, she slipped a hand between her legs. She put her middle finger into her dripping opening. She wet the tip of her finger then put it in her mouth, pursing her lips around it in a most suggestive fashion. She slid it in and out of her mouth like it was a cock. "Mmmm...." Greg moaned from the chair. Julie stood and walked over to him, swaying her hips in her high heels. "Want a taste?" she asked, slipping her hand under her skirt and her finger back into her pussy. Greg raised an eyebrow, a slight smile on his face. Without waiting for him to answer, she pulled her finger from under her skirt and held it out to him. Greg licked her juices from it, his eyes never leaving Julie's. Watching him lick her finger sent a shudder of pleasure through her. She stepped back and took off her blouse, casting it carelessly over her shoulder. She reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. A moment later Julie was standing before him in her skirt and her new heels. She cupped her hands under her breasts, holding them up for Greg. They were nice, full C-cup breasts that men tended to notice. Bared like this, held up by her hands, nipples rock hard, they had to be damn near irresistible. Greg couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from them for more than a couple seconds at a time. "Like them?" Julie asked, unable to keep from smiling. Greg nodded. Still smiling, Julie stepped up close to him and sank to her knees between his legs. She leaned forward until his cock lay between her breasts, then squeezed them together around him. He sighed as she massaged his cock with her tits. His cock was so big and so hard! Holding it between her breasts this way, feeling his vein grinding against her sternum, was driving Julie crazy. Her nipples and pussy were truly aching with arousal. There was also something about being on her knees in front of him that intensified everything for her. On her knees with his cock mashed against her, well... that was even better still. Julie slid down his rod, tipping her head down to lick him as he came close enough to her mouth. She found herself wanting to take him back in her mouth again. His cock was like a magnet to her, drawing her lips and mouth to it. She took the tip of him into her mouth briefly before continuing to tit fuck him. She stroked him faster with her breasts, loving the hardness of him, the way his erection seemed to be straining at the bursting point. The way his cock felt against her skin, sandwiched by her breasts made her quake. She wanted to feel his hardness rubbed all over her body, head to foot. Just have him press his erection against every part of her. Rub it against the instep of her foot, the inside of her thigh, her tight belly, trace it around her breasts, along her throat up to her cheeks, across her eyelids... Every inch of her body claimed by it. Julie moaned softly as she delighted in the thickness captured by her breasts. Oh, it was so fun to play this game, but if they didn't fuck soon, it would probably kill both of them! She released her breasts, allowing his ample member to spring free. Unable to help it, Julie took hold of it and lowered her mouth over it again. Closing her eyes, she let her lips glide down it, filling her mouth with his erection. She bobbed sensually several times, letting her hair fall in her face, pool in his lap. His fingers traced her lips and cheeks, letting her know just how much he was enjoying the warmth and wetness of her mouth on him. If she hadn't been so desperate to have him inside her, she would have kept going. It would have been a little slice of heaven to keep sucking him until he burst, feel him erupt in her mouth, taste his masculine satisfaction, hear his appreciative moans of pleasure. She had to stop though. As much as she delighted in giving him that pleasure, she wanted—needed—a dose of her own. And Greg would surely give it to her. Reluctantly, Julie slid her lips off of him. She nuzzled between his thigh and cock, feeling the wetness of her own saliva on her cheek, breathing in the musky manliness of his balls. She licked them gently, letting his cock rub against her face. "You really want to suck it, don't you?" Greg said. It wasn't a question. Julie smiled up at him, slightly chagrined. "Well, maybe," she admitted, grinning. "But can you blame me?" She held him by the base, still awed by his length and thickness. She put the first couple inches of him in her mouth, closed her full red lips around him and, eyes on his, slowly sucked back up, dragging her lips lustily along him. Reaching the top, she licked his head like an ice cream cone before lowering her head and sucking on him for another couple minutes. "Whoa!" Greg said at last, breathless, pushing her away. "You gotta stop or you're going to make me cum." His words flooded Julie with fresh arousal and desire. They also tempted her to keep going, find out if he really was so close to orgasm. See if her mouth, tongue and lips were too much for him to resist. But instead she pried herself away from him and got back to her feet. She swayed her hips in front of him as she reached for the zipper on her skirt. "No, leave it on," Greg told her. "I want to fuck you in it." Julie's body shuddered with anticipation at his words. "Okay," she purred, trying not to let the excitement she felt show in her voice. She really liked the idea of him taking her with her skirt on. She didn't know why, but it felt hotter, sluttier that way. Like they were too wound up to bother taking off all their clothes... just enough to let them satisfy their animal urges. Or maybe because she had worn it to work. It was a symbol of her professionalism and power and by taking her in it, Greg was showing that he was able to conquer her, tame her, at her highest point. Julie turned and climbed onto the bed, getting on her knees and elbows with her ass toward Greg. Her feet in her new heels hung over the edge of the bed. Greg stood up and, as Julie watched him over her shoulder, he stepped up behind her, pushed her skirt up her back and grasped her ass firmly in both hands. He squeezed her and rocked her back against him. Poised on the bed as she was, it was an awkward angle and he could only rub his massive cock between her legs, further stimulating her already dripping pussy. He pushed her forward and she crawled into the middle of the bed. He climbed up behind her and positioned himself between her legs. Almost as soon as he touched her, a cry broke from Julie's lips. She grabbed for a pillow and clamped it to her face as he pressed the bulbous head of his cock to her opening. He didn't push forward right away. He rubbed himself in her juices, lubricating himself and toying with her. "Oh God!" she begged, "put it in me! Put your fat cock in me!" But Greg seemed to enjoy teasing her. He continued to rub his cock against her opening, not letting more than the very tip penetrate her. At the same time, one of his hands slipped around her, his fingers probing her clit, swirling it deftly. The extra stimulation made Julie quiver and shake as she cried out into the pillow. She felt a burning urgency to have him thrust himself deep into her. Yet he continued to play with her, build up the wetness and the anticipation to the point where she thought she would lose her mind. Then his finger slipped away from her pussy. A second later, she felt it probing her ass. Her whole body bucked and jumped. His finger at her sphincter sent a jolt through her like none she had ever known. Was he planning to fuck her in the ass? He had said something about it before, hadn't he? Julie had never had anal sex. She had tried with a boyfriend on two separate occasions, but it hadn't worked out either time. And nothing about it had turned her on, then or since. But the thought of giving her ass to Greg, letting him drive that huge cock of his into her, was strangely appealing. She shivered and moaned. Would she really let him? It would hurt. Probably a lot. But the pain and pleasure were intermingled in her head. She could picture pain like that making her cum. Cum as hard as she ever had. And it would be hot and dirty and slutty too, letting him fuck her in the ass. She would forever after be a woman who had taken a cock in her ass. An anal slut. She whimpered as his finger continued to prod at her hole. Even though he didn't actually enter her, each poke sent another explosion of sensory overload through her already quivering body. At the same time, the head of his cock was still sliding between her swollen pussy lips. All Julie could do was close her eyes and bury her head in the pillow as she wailed, almost delirious. "You want it in your ass, don't you?" Greg said, giving her another prod. She jumped at his words as much as his finger. Julie wanted to tell him that he could take her any way he wanted, use her as he pleased. But nothing articulate came out. Just another deep, throaty moan into the pillow. Oh God! Was he about to shove that monster of his into her ass? "Not yet," he said, "but soon." He gave her a final probe before grabbing her hips and positioning himself to thrust into her. Julie's body shook. Greg had just told her that he was going to put is cock up her ass. And she already knew she would let him. "Ready?" he asked with a slight laugh. He put his cock to her pussy and pushed in about an inch or so... just enough for Julie to feel him stretch her lips. She tried to thrust herself back, impale herself on his pole. But his hands gripped her ass firmly, preventing her. She moaned again, helpless to get what she so desperately needed. Then Greg released her, letting her drive herself back onto his cock. He thrust his hips forward simultaneously, driving his cock deep inside of her. Even in her incredibly heightened state of arousal, she wasn't ready for all of him. The first half of his member slipped easily into her, but the second half ground into her hard, stretching her, hurting her. Julie shrieked, barely remembering the pillow her mouth was buried in. The explosive force of the pain and pleasure mixed was an unfamiliar sensation. It knotted her up inside, caused her jaw to clench and her pussy to throb. When Greg pulled back and hammered into her again, more of her own juices coated his shaft, making his second thrust slide in much more easily. He still stretched her wider than she was ready for, but it was less pain, more pleasure. Greg drew himself almost all the way out, poised with just the tip of his cock nestled between her lips. Then he thrust forward as he pulled her hips back, cramming his cock deep into her again. Julie shuddered, her insides quivering like jello as Greg pounded into her. He drew back and again plunged into her as she screamed hoarsely into the pillow. In three more powerful thrusts of his cock, Julie climaxed. Her hips bucked hard as she drove herself back against him, writhing as the world around her disappeared in a murky haze. She wasn't aware of anything but the surge of passion through her whole body, throbbing to the beat of her own racing pulse. Once again, Greg made her cum so hard that her skin felt too tight, like the heat, the pressure of this wave of heat boiling through her would rupture her. She twisted and cried out in the grip of her passion as Greg continued to shove his long, hard cock into her, over and over. Her pussy clenched around it and released repeatedly as the storm of her orgasm shook her. It was pleasure to an excruciating extreme. It was so good that it hurt. Greg pulled his cock out of her and flipped Julie onto her back. Pushing her legs back so her knees were at her chest, Greg slipped his cock back into her and began fucking her furiously. Julie was distantly aware that Greg had rolled her over with such vigor that her hair had fallen across her face and was getting in her mouth as she moaned. But that was far away. The repeated deep pounding of his cock, which felt like it was pushing her insides around, was far more immediate. Greg pushed her legs back and apart, spreading her open to her most vulnerable. Julie loved the feeling that he was forcing her legs apart, violating her as deeply as he could. Reaching deeper than any man ever had before. Her back arched as he pushed her legs back, causing her ass to rise from the mattress and meet his thrusts. Each time Greg pulled almost all the way out of her before plunging in again. The head of his cock rubbed the folds of her pussy just before he plowed down into her. Every time, a starburst of stimulation flashed before Julie's eyes. "Fuck me!" she panted. "Fuck me! Oh! Yeah! Pound me with that big fucking cock of yours! Oh!" Her voice rose his tempo increased, the last "Oh!" almost shrill. The heat and the pleasure coursed through her, almost a continuous pulsing now, every rough thrust of his cock sending out fresh ripples of ecstasy. Greg lay down on her, his arms pinning her legs back. Her feet, still clad in heels, hung in the air above her head. Greg's thrusts were so powerful that their bodies shifted back and forth on the bed. The force of their bodies slapping together echoed around the room, interspersed with Julie's screams. "Oh! Your cock! Oh my God! Your cock!" she squealed. "Fuck me harder!" She was only barely aware of what she was saying. If Greg fucked her any harder, they'd wind up in the next room! Greg began to groan himself as he continued to piston his cock in and out of Julie's ravaged pussy. Harder and harder he thrust and pounded, driving everything out of her awareness except the feel of him inside of her. Abruptly, Greg slowed, pushing deep then drawing out very deliberately. He slid in a couple more times at the same unhurried pace. "Gotta slow down," he said, breathing heavily. "Getting too close." It occurred to Julie that Greg hadn't put on a condom. His unsheathed cock was inside her, ever so close to cumming, filling her with his seed. "Cum inside me," she implored him, brushing her sweat-matted hair out of her eyes. "With no condom?" Greg asked. Julie nodded, a smile creeping onto her face. He shook his head. "I don't know," he replied. "Maybe I want to watch you to swallow." "Greg, dear," Julie answered, reaching down and running her fingers under his balls. "If you want me to swallow, just put your cock in my mouth and cum." She flashed him her sexiest dirty girl smile. Greg drew a sharp breath, nostrils flaring, obviously appreciating her answer. Greg looked down between his legs, taking his massive tool in hand. He pulled all the way out of Julie's pussy, then pushed just the head in and out of her. She shuddered. He just knew how to touch her just right, get her so hot and wet. And wild. Julie Ch. 08 Julie pulled herself out from under Greg and turned around on the bed, facing him on her hands and knees. Looking up into Greg's eyes, Julie extended her tongue to the underside of his cock head. The strong, musky odor of her own orgasm was in her nostrils as she licked away a bead of precum. Taking his sticky shaft in his hand, Julie wrapped her lips around it and lustily sucked her own juices from it. Tasting herself on the velvety rock of his erection made her feel especially slutty. And she loved it. Maybe Greg knew dozens of women who would suck his cock after he had been inside them. But he was the only man Julie would do this for. His hands ran across the nape of her neck, sending chills down her spine as she cleaned the traces of her arousal from his stiff shaft. Greg took her by the shoulders and rolled her onto her back so she was looking up the underside of his cock. Then he put a knee on either side of her head, leaving Julie looking straight up at his dangling sack. He leaned forward, putting his head between her legs, using his fingers to pull her lips apart and his tongue to find her sensitive areas. As he leaned down, his cock dropped into Julie's face. She knew what to do. Even as her legs squirmed and her hips bucked from Greg's oral stimulation, she took his cock back into her mouth. Her previous forays into the world of sixty-nine were more an exercise in balance and coordination than eroticism. Tonight it was as different, as everything else with Greg was. Tonight, Greg's tongue was going to drive her to orgasm while her mouth was full of his cock. The thought alone nearly drove her over the brink. But Greg's tongue was too practiced and precise to need much help. He licked around her clit and her lips, briefly building her anticipation. Then he covered her clit with his tongue, swirling firmly until Julie's body felt like it could no longer endure it. She tried to keep sucking on Greg's cock, but there was no way. She was far too distracted. It was all Julie could do just to keep him in her mouth. And she wanted him in her mouth when she came. She didn't know why, she just knew that was what she wanted. As the heat of her passion erupted inside her, Julie opened her mouth wide to moan around his shaft. Her parted lips combined with the thrashing of her body as her orgasm stretched, twisted and shook her almost caused him to slip away. But his length worked in Julie's favor. Even as she writhed, his long cock stayed in her mouth until her scream passed and she was able to wrap her lips around him again. The warmth and tingling that followed were almost as satisfying as the initial burst of pleasure. Suddenly, a new surge of warmth spread out to every inch of her. She had just had an orgasm with a nine inch cock in her mouth. It was so damn erotic, exciting, hot! Writhing in ecstasy with her mouth on a man's cock... Who knew she could love something like that? Something so slutty? Just as the wave was passing through her, beginning to taper, some new, almost overwhelming sensation nearly wrenched her out of the bed. It was Greg's finger, penetrating her ass. She reflexively whipped her head to the side, expelling his organ so she could scream. The sound that came out of her was high and reedy as her back arched and her hips thrashed from side to side. His finger was up her ass! And she couldn't believe how incredible it felt! Even as these thoughts forced their way into her awareness, her lower body clenched violently, convulsing in a fresh orgasm. Everything around her got blurry, indistinct as the passion exploded inside her. Her lower body was like a clenched fist, held tight in the ferocity of her orgasm. Greg wiggled his finger inside her, sending additional, nearly incapacitating surges of ecstasy through her. It was like he was playing with the exposed wiring of her body, crossing the wires, causing her to short circuit, arc and burn. Her insides were so tightly clenched that she wondered distantly if she could rupture herself. Even after he withdrew his finger, the aftershocks continued to shake her for several long moments. Finally, the intensity passed and her body flopped almost limp to the bed. Julie became aware of Greg's cock still hanging in her face, rubbing against her cheek. She immediately took him back into her mouth and, wrapping her hands around behind him, began sucking him with a frantic energy. She lifted her head off the bed, over and over, rising up to engulf as much of his shaft as she could. It was a reckless effort, full of more enthusiasm than technique. Her own slurping sounds were making her hot, as were Greg's appreciative grunts and moans. She could feel trails of saliva running out of the corners of her mouth, dripping on to her neck. Julie poured every ounce of herself into the effort, desperate to make him feel as good as he had made her feel. Julie needed to feel his cock swell and tighten in her mouth, needed to taste his hot, salty satisfaction as it coated her tongue. She labored relentlessly, sucking his cock as hard and as fast as she could for as long as she could. But their relative positions were working against her. It was awkward, bobbing up to take him in. She couldn't do what she wanted to do, how she wanted to do it. As amazing and hot as it was to have him straddle her head and lower his cock into her mouth, she just couldn't suck him the way she wanted to. After several minutes, she collapsed back on the bed, her tongue still swirling around his head as she breathed heavily from her exertions. Greg rolled off of her and lay beside her on the bed. Julie rolled slowly to her hands and knees, still trying to catch her breath. She knelt beside him on the bed and, flicking her hair behind her ears, lowered her head over his cock again. She parted her lips and took him back into her mouth. She was less hurried now, partly because she was physically tired, partly because it was suddenly less urgent to make him cum. Now it was more important to pleasure him and build him up to that orgasm. Slowly, Julie pushed herself down his shaft. She was, as before, disappointed that she could only take part of his length into her mouth without gagging. She wanted to taste every inch of him, pleasure his full member with her lips and tongue. Certainly, in Greg's many encounters, he had met a woman or perhaps many women that could take his cock down to the hilt. Julie felt strangely inadequate for her inability to do so herself. Why hadn't she done something to improve her skills? It was a strange thought to have. She didn't even know what the thought actually meant or how she would have gone about 'improving.' Nevertheless, the feeling that she wasn't doing it as well as she might have nagged at her. She bobbed slowly, sucking gently, moaning as she slid up and down his sizeable erection. Greg for his part showed no disappointment in her abilities, but Julie couldn't help wondering what comparisons he was making. After a few minutes, Julie decided she wanted him inside her again. She threw her leg over Greg, putting her back toward him. She marveled again at the size of his cock as she wrapped her hand around it and rubbed it in her neatly trimmed hair. Then she rose up and moved until it was directly under her. As she lowered herself onto him, she clenched her teeth, expecting his girth to hurt. But she was so wet now, so stretched, that he slid in easily. Still, as she sat down on him, she felt him pressing her insides in ways that only he had. It wasn't exactly painful and the pain there was contained so much pleasure. She reached the bottom of his cock, moaning low as she braced her hands on his thighs. Julie felt if she slipped, fell with her full weight onto his cock, he would be forced so hard, so far into her, that she would hurt herself. It was part of the eroticism, Julie knew. To be with a man who's cock was big enough to physically hurt her. What she wouldn't do to give pleasure to the man who had a cock like that! Slowly, Julie bounced up and down on Greg's shaft, her head getting swimmy as she lost herself in the feelings it stirred inside her. "Did you like how I did it this morning?" she asked over her shoulder. "Did you like finishing in my mouth?" She continued to rock up and down on his length, wondering if her words were exciting him as much as they excited her. "Mmmmm," Greg groaned, nodding. "You know I did." "Want to do it again?" Julie looked back at him, her chin tucked into her shoulder in a seductive pose, her hair falling across her face. Was that genuine lust in his eyes? Was he turned on at the thought of cumming that way? Did he find it kinky and erotic? Julie turned away, sliding up and down, faster and faster. Whimpering sounds were emanating from her, but she was only distantly aware of them. "Let me know," she panted. "Tell me when you're close." She pumped up and down on him a few more times before looking back over her shoulder at him again. "So I can wrap my lips around your cock and swallow your cum." Greg groaned in response, obviously turned on by Julie's slutty desire to suck him off after they fucked. Julie didn't have to wait long. Whether Greg was already close from everything up to that point, or whether it was Julie's announced desire to have him finish in her mouth she wasn't sure. But before she felt herself approaching another orgasm, Greg slapped at her ass. "I'm gonna cum!" he cried. Julie responded immediately, slipping off of his massive shaft, climbing off to the side and lowering her mouth over him. The smell of her own pussy intensified the kinkiness of the act, made her feel so slutty. She barely had time to taste her own juices before Greg swelled and burst. His thick offering spewed into her mouth in several jets as he groaned and clenched his fist in her hair. Oh, God! It was so wonderful to feel him erupt that way! Julie had always thought that women who claimed to love sucking cock, to love cum were only saying so for the sake of their men. But this... well, it was just sooo damn hot! Greg with his mammoth organ was filling her mouth with sperm and she was going to swallow it down like a good slut should. And she would greedily keep sucking until every drop was wrung from him. She had always liked giving oral pleasure to her man, of course. But this was different. She didn't merely 'like' it. Even 'love' wasn't quite expressive enough a word. It didn't capture the raw, burning lust she felt as her adams apple bobbed and his ejaculate slid down her throat. It was filling some need in her. She couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly, but she knew that, having had this experience, she had to keep having it. It was an addiction now, one that she had to feed. Greg was groaning and twitching as Julie continued to suck gently on his fading erection. She knew in a moment or two, he would become too sensitive and she would have to stop. And she didn't want to stop. She wanted to keep feeling him in her mouth and in her pussy... over and over and over. It seemed that the more he made her cum, the more she wanted him to make her cum again. And the more she wanted to return the favor. Finally, Greg grunted and pushed Julie away, his cock falling limp on his thigh. Even spent it was an impressive sight and Julie couldn't resist running her tongue over it again. Then she sat back on her haunches, kneeling on the bed beside him and sighing contentedly. Julie wanted to know how the sex they had just had compared to the sex with all the other women Greg had had. Did they do for him what she had? Did they do it as well as she had? Had she succeeded in blowing his mind just a little bit? Given him something a little hotter, sexier than he was expecting? Or accustomed to? He pulled her down beside him as he rolled on to his side to face her. He wrapped her in a warm, strong embrace and kissed her passionately. Julie's lips parted as she kissed him back, lost in the blissfulness of the moment. Her breasts smashed against his muscular chest as his arms encircled and squeezed her. She felt warm and safe and satisfied. Julie realized that her skirt was still tangled around her waist. She quickly unzipped it and pushed it off, tossing it on the floor. The resulting uninterrupted contact of their bodies was wonderful, intensifying her enjoyment of the moment. She kicked off her heels too, wondering if they had made the impression on Greg she had hoped for. Greg's hands ran up and down her back as his lips nibbled and pressed at her own. Julie was still a little surprised at the intimacy Greg showed. In her mind a man like him—a player—wouldn't be into to mushy post-orgasm kissing and embracing. It made her feel like there was more to this than him fucking her and her sucking his cock. It almost made it feel real. Of course, that could be a clever manipulation on Greg's part, Julie realized. By giving her that post-coital affection, he was only making her more willing to please him again. If he was a jerk, she might still fuck him. After all, she was getting some pretty good orgasms out of the deal, right? But her willingness to be so pleasing, would it still be there? Julie told herself that she wouldn't do a lot of what she had just done if he treated her that way. But she wasn't sure. There was no denying the thrill she had gotten from all she had done tonight. Perhaps she wouldn't have enjoyed it if Greg was callous in his treatment of her afterward. In any case, it was moot. Greg held her and caressed her, made her feel special and appreciated, if not loved. And, under the circumstances, that was a pretty good deal. She snuggled her head against his chest with a grateful sigh. "Stay the night," Greg whispered in her ear. Julie stiffened, suddenly remembering that she was expected at home. "Oh shit!" she cried, flipping over to see the clock on the night stand. "Shit!" She threw her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, looking around for her bag. Her phone. "Stay with me tonight, Julie," Greg persisted, undeterred by her sudden panic. Julie grabbed her phone and turned to look at Greg. He had rolled onto his back, hands behind his head. His athletic, toned body was lying in all its glory on the bed before her and even in her anxiety, it stirred something in her. Their eyes locked for a long moment as Julie tried to tell him that she couldn't. Then she started to wonder if maybe she could. Hadn't she told Gary that she had to drive Ashlee home? She could tell him that Ashlee got sick and she was going to stay the night. And take Ashlee back to get her car in the morning. That would certainly sound reasonable. And, of course, Gary was simply not the suspicious sort, Julie thought ruefully. She should have been ashamed to use that to her advantage like this. But then she looked at Greg's magnificent body and thought about climbing back into bed with him... She stepped into the bathroom and dialed. Gary was, unsurprisingly, very understanding. In a few moments her phone was back in her bag. As she put it back, she saw the spur-of-the-moment purchase she had made on the way here. She took it out and turned to Greg. "Okay, I can stay," she said with an insuppressible smile. "How about a nice massage?" she added, holding out the tube of oil she had bought. Greg grinned and rolled onto his stomach. "Mmmm, thought you'd never ask," he said as she climbed back into bed and knelt beside him. Julie squirted a spot of oil on his back and began to rub it into his shoulders. "Mmmm," he moaned again as she massaged him. The oil felt warm and tingly on her hands and it had a soft, delightful scent to it. It almost made it seem romantic, though that was a silly thought. Or maybe just too hopeful a thought. She rubbed his shoulder blades and down to his lower back before putting more oil on him and working her way back up to his neck and shoulders. Julie could feel the relaxation spreading through Greg's muscles and it pleased her. Not in a sexual way necessarily. But something about his response made her happy. It made her feel slightly foolish, like a child who had been given a gold star for a job well done. There was no denying that she was enjoying it though. And again, it was different from the things she did for Gary or had done for boyfriends in the past. Not that she hadn't felt good about them, but there was a depth to it this time. Something fundamental, elemental. Something that resonated at the core of her being. It wasn't on a rational, thinking level. It was so far beyond that, too far to put words to it. It was a glow radiating from within, somehow generated by her act of pleasing this man. Julie put a little more oil on Greg's back and began to work her way down again. This time she didn't stop at his lower back. She kneaded and rubbed his tight ass and then slid her hands down to massage his solid thighs. His back was glistening now, coated with the oil. As Julie rubbed his legs, she felt a desire to lay on his back and transfer the oil to her own body, have Greg's hands deftly fondle her as he rubbed it into her. Julie let her hands slip down between his legs a few times. Greg moaned appreciatively each time and she knew it was only a matter of time before he was erect and inside her again. The thought warmed her pussy the way the oil warmed her hands. Abruptly, Greg rolled onto his back. Their eyes met and Julie hesitated a moment. But only a moment. She quickly recovered and put some oil on his chest and began rubbing it. Greg slipped his hands behind his head and inhaled deeply as her fingers massaged his pecs and shoulders. There was something a little different about his smirk as he watched Julie caress him. It was softer, perhaps satisfied. Whatever it was, Julie noticed it and couldn't keep herself from smiling. And Greg, of course, took note of that. He reached his hands up, took hold of Julie's shoulders and pulled her down on top of him, coating her breasts in the oil from his chest. She wriggled against him, loving the way the oil made her breasts tingle. She felt herself getting hungry again, wanting him again. She pushed herself back and forth against him, rubbing her breasts on his chest, smearing the oil between their bodies. As she raised herself up on her hands and knees, Greg's hands went straight to her breasts, rubbing them, squeezing them. In their slippery, oil-covered state, they squirted playfully from his grip. The slipperiness enhanced everything about his touch and Julie was wet and moaning again almost immediately. She lowered her head and pressed her lips to his, even as his fingers pinched her nipples, eliciting a low, powerful moan. She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her back, their tongues once again intertwined. He squeezed her breasts and nipples as their lips pressed together. She felt so ready to have him inside her again. She broke away from his kiss and cast her eyes down at his cock. It was stirring, but nowhere near hard yet. She reached her hand down and cupped his balls gently, fondling them, caressing them. Then her hand worked its way up to his cock and she wrapper her hand around its expanding base. Within a half dozen slow, sensual pumps, she could feel him start to stiffen and grow, almost to his full size. Its red, bulbous head was like a beacon, beckoning her. She drew in a deep breath and sighed, almost in satisfaction, as if she already knew how good it was going to be. And didn't she? She slid off the bed and put her heels back on. Then, standing at the foot of the bed with her back to Greg, she spread her legs apart and bent forward. Surely, he could see the juices glistening between her legs, could see her swollen lips, smell her female cravings. Julie Ch. 08 He sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, sitting at the edge, leaning back on his hands. His cock was almost fully erect and Julie could have easily backed herself on to it and pushed it into her hungry opening. But instead she turned to face him and knelt down before him. She did it slowly, gracefully and very sensually. Her smile was gone now, but there was still a sparkle in her eyes. Julie still didn't fully understand it, but the act of kneeling was a necessary part of this dance. There was something in her that it satisfied somehow. Whether it stemmed from releasing an inner slut or being submissive to a dominant male or something else didn't matter. Julie felt that it belonged, was right, was part of what made her encounters with Greg so incredible. "You know," Julie said to him as she took hold of his cock and stroked it slowly. "It's not just any man who can do this." She lowered her lips over his cock and sucked him a few times. He watched her suck and sighed, but his expression clearly said that he didn't understand her words. "Not just any man," Julie repeated, pausing to bob a couple more times. "Could turn a respectable business woman," she ran her tongue down the underside of his shaft, caressing his swelling vein, "into a slut," she finished. She slipped him back into her mouth and sucked him in earnest for several minutes, coating his cock with her saliva yet again. Julie almost wanted to tell him how he made her want to get on her knees, how he sparked something inside her that needed to be submissive and pleasing. But she barely understood it herself and couldn't have articulated it if she tried. And it wasn't something she could easily admit to or talk about. She could tell him that he made her want to be a slut. That was fine. That was all part of getting inside his head, getting him to want her as much as she wanted him. And Julie certainly saw him responding to her words. But to go any further, she didn't know if she could, even if she would want to. And did she have to? Didn't Greg know at least as much about submissive women as Julie did? He had obviously recognized it in her from the very beginning. And after all, he had been right about her and she had been wrong. Julie let her lips glide up and down Greg's member. She closed her eyes and let her other senses take over. She listened to his breathing and moans, her own slurping and gasps. She savored the velvety smooth sheath of his cock and the way its girth stretched her mouth wide. She enjoyed the taste of his skin on her tongue, the flavor of manhood. It was such a wonderful assault on her senses that for several minutes she simply lost herself in it. When Julie finally stopped and sat back on her heels, Greg's cock was a glistening tower, straining from his crotch, craving release. The sight of it almost compelled her to resume sucking him. But he rose from the bed and lifted her to her feet. Then he turned her to face the wall and pushed her against it. Julie braced herself with hands splayed beside her breasts as Greg positioned himself behind her. She spread her legs invitingly while Greg pushed his cock up between them. One of her hands snaked down to guide him in, then resumed its place on the wall. Greg leaned into her, his chest pressed against her back. His hands gripped her shoulders as he thrust up into her. Julie felt her face rubbing against the wall with the force of his stroke. He pulled back and drove into her again. And again. She could feel her insides quake each time he penetrated her. The lust, the craving were tearing at her, causing her to push herself back against him, take him in as deep and as hard as he would go. With savage intensity, Greg thrust into her as she pushed back on him. They were in perfect time, her thrusts and his coming together in unison, maximizing the depth of the pounding his massive erection gave her. The moans that came out of Julie were so low, guttural, almost animal that at first she didn't realize they were her own. They were almost drowned out by their bodies slapping together and Julie's body being driven against the wall. Her legs were spread and, as she pushed her ass into him, they began to feel more and more like jelly. It was all she could do to stay upright. It started to feel like she was falling onto him and his thrusts were forcing her back to her feet. It was disorienting, almost like she wasn't in her body. Everything in and around her pussy was exploding with sensation, while everything else seemed to become a distant background hum. The hugeness of him, the way he filled her again and again, became the central point of her existence. Everything revolved around that. Even as she felt her orgasm build, she wasn't fully aware of it, so focused was she on the immediate sensations of the animal fucking she was receiving. Over and over, Greg pounded into her, ramming her with his cock, slamming her against the wall. Her pussy, deliciously battered by his onslaught, ripened to the point of climax almost without Julie realizing. By the time she knew she was about to cum, it was almost too late to brace herself. Again, Greg's massive cock and savage thrusts drove her to a powerful, gut-wrenching orgasm. Julie barely had time to inhale a deep breath before her body exploded, her closed eyes saw bright flashes of light and her every extremity filled with searing heat. Julie had never had an orgasm while standing up and if Greg hadn't caught her, pinned her against the wall, she would have fallen over. She simply lost all awareness of her legs, letting them fold under her weight as her pussy spasmed over and over, repeatedly clenching and releasing Greg's member. Each time, filling her with a fresh wave of hot, tingling adrenalin. Julie slowly faded back into awareness, realizing that her face was sliding down the wall as her legs and hands gave out. Greg, his cock still buried in her, looped a muscular arm around Julie and half lifted, half dragged her to the bed. There, he let his cock slip out as he pushed her down and climbed on top of her. She lay flat on her belly, her ass tipping up, inviting Greg to find her hot, dripping hole again. He slithered back into her, his cock once again threatening to drive all reality from Julie's mind. In this position, Greg couldn't reach nearly so deep into her, but the way he entered her put more pressure on her opening. Stretching her even more than he already had. In the wake of the orgasm that was still shaking her body, it was almost too much to bear. Greg was thrusting hard and fast, pushing Julie past the point she could stand it. Her hands, sprawled out in front of her, reached back and grabbed at his hips, trying to capture him, stop his relentless assault. "Ohhh! Gaaaaahhd! Stop! Stop!" Julie cried, frantically trying to push him away, even as her body continued to thrash and tremble in the afterglow of her climax. Greg did so, stopping with his cock as far into her as he could put it. He held himself there, on top of Julie as she continued to buck and writhe beneath him. There were tears coursing down her cheeks into the bedcovers as she shook and moaned. She was so grateful he had stopped. She felt like she was on the verge of passing out. Her ragged breathing slowly calmed and she released the grip she had on Greg's hips. That amazing cock was still inside her and she hadn't forgotten how close it had come to parting her from her consciousness. She needed to slow things down a little. "Greg," she said, her voice cracking a little. "Lover. You need to slow down. You're going to tear me apart." She turned her head as far to the side as she could and looked back at him. The smirk was there. He knew how he made her feel. And he knew she would do anything for him in return. Yes, he should be smirking. Smirk or not though, he climbed off of Julie as she had asked. He watched as she rolled onto her back and repositioned herself in the middle of the bed with her knees up and legs spread. She watched his eyes travel from hers down to her pussy, drinking in the way she opened herself up, offered herself up for him. Julie looked at Greg's stiff member, glistening with her juices. Oh, she sooo wanted him back inside her. But slow and passionate. She couldn't handle another vicious pounding like that right now. "Come on," she cooed, slipping a finger into her pussy. "Put it back in me, lover. But go slow this time. Okay?" "Sure," Greg agreed in an almost off-hand way. "But first," he said as he climbed out of bed and went to his bag. He took something out of it. As he turned, Julie saw it was a condom. "No," she said before he could open it. "You don't need that." She swirled her lips with her finger playfully. "Cum inside me tonight." "What happened to taking it in your mouth?" he asked, grinning. "If that's what you want, lover" she purred. "You know I'll do it for you. Mmmmm." She licked her lips suggestively. "But I would love to feel you cum inside me." She arched her back as her finger dove into her pussy. "Mmm! Yeah! Give me a nice, passionate fuck and then cum in my pussy! Oh, God, yeah!" Greg watched her, his eyes sparkling with a lusty desire that, once again, his smirk failed to conceal. He tossed the condom aside and walked around to the side of the bed. "Maybe I'm done fucking and just want you to suck me off," he said, raising his eyebrows. He stopped next to the bed, his cock hanging toward her. Julie crawled over to him, took hold of him and looked up, doe-eyed. "If you tell me to, you know I'll do it," she said simply. There was a passing flash of disappointment, a part of her really wanted that slow, passionate fuck. But she had already been to such heights tonight.... Anything he wanted, she would give in return. She leaned forward, opened her mouth and began sucking his cock again. It was no less wonderful than it had been earlier, whatever disappointment she might have felt about foregoing another fuck. "What if I want you to kneel on the floor and suck my cock?" Greg asked, his tone challenging her. Julie slipped him from her mouth and looked up at him with a smile. By way of an answer, she climbed off the bed and knelt before him. He turned to face her and she quickly took his cock back in her mouth. "What if I want to cum all over that pretty face of yours?" Julie once again took him out of her mouth and slapped his member on her cheeks, stroking him as she did so, conveying the message to him: he could cum anywhere he wanted. The look on his face seemed to say he understood her answer. "What if I want to fuck you in the ass?" Julie paused, her eyes darting up to his. Was this for real? Or some sort of test? Earlier, there had been little doubt in her mind that if wanted her ass, she would give it to him. But to have him ask this way... it made her feel like she was going to tell him that she was the one who wanted it. And she didn't really want it. She just wouldn't deny him if he did. Julie felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She couldn't answer right away, so she resumed sucking his cock, not sure what to say or do. "Julie," Greg said again, stopping her from bobbing. "What if I want to fuck your ass?" She sat back and looked up at him. "I never did that before," she said truthfully. She looked away, unable to make eye contact with him as she continued. "But if you want that, well..." She paused, then looked up into his eyes again. "I would." She looked into his eyes a moment longer, then away. She knew the color was rushing to her cheeks. It was a ridiculously vulnerable moment for her. As soon as she said it, she felt incredibly self-conscious. To cover it, she quickly resumed giving him head. Fortunately, the pleasure she took from having Greg's cock in her mouth distracted her from the awkwardness she felt. "Did you ever want to?" Greg asked. There was something in his tone of voice that Julie couldn't quite put a finger on. But the way it came across, he wasn't asking for her sake. It was more of an ego thing for him. That she was a woman who never had any desire to have anal sex before and now would give herself up to him. Let him put his cock up her ass. It was all about her ass being uncharted territory. Virgin. That obviously appealed to him. And she had blushed as she told him... could she have played to his male dominance any better if she had tried? The log-like cock in her mouth kept her from worrying too much about it. She closed her eyes and sucked him deep and hard. If he wanted to put it in her ass, it was up to him. If he wanted to cum in her mouth right now, it was up to him. Whatever he wanted, Julie was going to give him. He had unlocked a cache of lust and passion inside her too powerful to bottle up. And now that she had discovered it, Julie wasn't about to try to hold it back. She wanted to explore it and Greg was the kind of man that would make it possible. Possible to extents she had hitherto not even imagined. Julie left Greg's question unanswered as she gave herself fully to pleasuring him with her mouth, savoring his every twitch and moan. When his hand started caressing the back of her head, it sent a new tingle through her, especially when his fingers grazed the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. She relished the wetness and arousal that she experienced. How had she done this so many times and never felt this way about it? Even as Julie was daydreaming about her new-found passion and slathering her saliva generously up and down Greg's cock, his hand suddenly gripped the back of her head and started pushing her down on it. Reflexively, Julie pushed back. But though he wasn't pushing her down hard, he seemed inflexible as she tried to resist. Slowly, he drove her down until his cock was deep enough in her mouth to trigger her gag reflex. She felt herself gag and twisted hard out of his grip. His cock popped out of her mouth and she turned aside, gasping and struggling to keep herself from retching. Julie had always considered it crass and sexist for a man to push a woman's head down that way. The mere thought of such audacity had been known to make her irate. The one time a boyfriend had done something similar to her, she had chastised him quite nastily. Needless to say, it had been the end of the foreplay and had spoiled the ensuing sex for her as well. And he had been far less aggressive about it than Greg had just been. But she wasn't angry at Greg, was she? More than anything, it made her feel inadequate. She wanted to be able to accommodate all of him, every inch of his wonderful cock. The fact that she couldn't had bothered her before. She knew that he had almost certainly been with women who could deep throat him. Julie wanted to rock Greg's world as much as he had rocked hers. And this was one area that she wanted to do better, but hadn't been able to. When he pushed her down like that, it only made it more obvious that she couldn't do it. She should have been angry. The old Julie would have been livid. But now? She felt humbled by her own limitations, like he had pointed out a flaw in her. She quickly regained her composure and resumed sucking him, if anything with more passion and effort than before. As if she was trying to compensate for her inability to do what he wanted. As Julie poured her efforts into pleasing him, she felt his hand once again cup the back of her head. She stiffened, the bobbing of her head faltering slightly. She wanted so badly to please him, take his cock as deep as it would go. She was sorely disappointed in herself that she couldn't give him that. She tried not to resist as he pushed her down. She tried to open her throat and accommodate him. But she didn't even know what that meant, really, let alone know how to do it. Once again, he reached deep enough and her body responded involuntarily. Again it took concentrated effort on her part not to retch as she twisted out of his grip gagging. Julie looked up at Greg, almost apologetically. He was gazing down at her intently, his smirk seeming to have increased in intensity. Was it an ego thing for him, Julie wondered? His cock was too large? Too much for her to take? Probably. The feeling of inadequacy bothered her. Julie had gone all out tonight, and earlier this morning too, to make sure Greg got an erection at the mere mention of her name. Was it realistic to think that she could be the best fuck he had ever had? Who knew? But she wanted to be one of the most memorable. Someone he would want to be with whenever the opportunity arose. She wanted him to want her back. Maybe not like she wanted him. That was different. He was her only outlet, whereas he most likely had plenty of choices. But Julie wanted to know that, even given his many choices, he would want to be with her. She would be the one who got him the hottest and horniest. But what if that girl in his car left her lipstick at the base of his shaft? How much would that figure in to it? It bothered her because it wasn't something she had a way—at least not right now—to control. Maybe there was a way she could learn, but she would certainly gag every time she tried tonight. Julie once again took Greg's cock into her mouth and sucked him lovingly, with all the passion she could muster. She sucked lustily, letting her saliva drip down him, then slurping it up off of his glistening shaft. But when his hand cupped her head again, she quickly ducked out of his grasp. "I'm sorry, lover," she cooed. "I can't take it all. You're just too big," she added, running her tongue up his vein from the base up to his cock head. She smiled up at him, hoping that he wasn't disappointed. "Yeah, I know," he replied, pulling her head back down. She opened her mouth and took him in, but he didn't keep pushing this time. "It turns me on when a woman gags on my cock," he said, his hand cupped behind her head, but not forcing her. She looked up at him, his cock as deep in her mouth as she could take it. She held him there for a moment, keeping her eyes locked on his. Then she slowly pulled up, letting him slip from her mouth. "Sorry, lover," she said, licking the underside of him gently. "I'd take it all if I could." "No," he replied with a wicked grin. "I like watching a woman gag on my cock. It's a nice ego trip," he added with a slight chuckle. He took hold of Julie's head and hauled her down on his long, thick shaft again. At first Julie turned her head, and he stopped, looking down at her and raising an eyebrow. When he tried again, Julie relented. She felt his cock slide through her lips, press down on her tongue and stretch her mouth wide. She was aware of him getting closer and closer to the point where her body would involuntarily repel him. She tried to will herself to relax, accept him without gagging. At first it seemed to be working, but then he hit the back of her throat and she gagged violently, recoiling from him as she again twisted from his grasp. "Yeah, just like that," he said, smiling a particularly cocky smile. Sure, he could smile like that. He could be arrogant. His cock was long and thick and Julie had just gagged on it several times. It was such a sexist stereotype. The sort of thing that should have insulted her. She was already on her knees. She was already sucking his cock. She was already giving herself to his pleasure. Did he have to gag her? Force her down on him like that? But she wasn't insulted, was she? In fact, she wasn't even that disappointed in her inability to take him all the way down. He had told her that it turned him on to watch her gag. And now? His hand wrapped behind her head again and drew her slowly down. And once again, she took him as deep as she could, fighting her body's reaction as best she could until, inevitably, it won out and she gagged. Julie Ch. 08 But she noticed that now Greg was letting her go when she recoiled. He wasn't holding her down when she actually gagged. It was enough to apply pressure until she couldn't hold off her reaction any longer. He was obviously getting turned on by this and that was making it exciting for Julie. He was using her mouth for his pleasure, almost in spite of her. It was a sexist, male-dominance thing that should have provoked a strong resistance in her. But instead she found herself compliant, letting him pull her down again and again. She even put her hands in her lap, letting him have full control. It was a little scary, but it was even more exciting, so she pushed her fears aside and let Greg do as he wished. After the first few times, her reaction was less violent and she stopped feeling like it was going to make her vomit. But she never got to the point where she could let him keep going when he hit that sensitive point in the back of her throat. After several minutes, Greg finally stopped and reached down to Julie. She took his hand and he helped her to her feet. Then he pushed her back toward the bed. Compliantly, Julie climbed in and lay on her back. She drew her knees up and spread her legs invitingly. Greg wasted no time settling between them. Julie's pussy was still dripping wet as he pushed his large tool into her. He thrust slowly, powerfully, driving in steady and deep. Then he pulled back just as deliberately. It almost sucked the air out of Julie's lungs. Again and again he plunged deep into her with slow, granite thrusts. Julie understood what had just happened. The question of anal sex, his forcing her down on his cock. It was all about power and control and Greg testing his limits. Julie was not a woman to be cowed or intimidated by a man. The power Greg had was the power she gave him. He could shove his cock into her mouth because she let him. She chose to give him that measure of control. He was simply prodding to see just how much control she would relinquish. It was a game. And one Julie was enjoying. She wasn't quite sure what limits she would set, so she was discovering them at the same time as Greg. And as Greg masterfully pushed his cock into her over and over, Julie felt it was a game that had only winners. Whatever his pleasure, she would gladly provide it, as long as he kept fucking her like this. It was so good. Soooo good it made her feel like she could burst with sheer happiness. And lust. Julie groaned and pushed her hips up to meet Greg's deep thrusts. Even moving as slowly and deliberately as he was, the effects of his ample size were causing her to tremble with pleasure. Her eyes met his and their gazes locked. He drove his throbbing member into her over and over as they stared into each others' eyes. There was something electrifying about their eye contact. It sent shivers down Julie's spine, tingles throughout her body. It was like they were making love, not fucking. Of course, she knew, somewhere deep down inside, that fucking was all they were doing. But the way his eyes poured into hers... it made her almost believe there was much more to it. Maybe it was just a fuck, but it was turning out to be a surprisingly romantic one. Greg's gaze was too intense. Julie couldn't look away. It was almost like hypnosis. The thrill of it, combined with his deep, stretching penetrations was like a drug. It created an envelope of euphoria around her. She could definitely see herself becoming addicted. She shook and moaned as she ground herself back against his thrusts. The oils she had rubbed on his body were now being rubbed onto hers, creating a slick, slithering contact between them. It made her think of them writhing together, like intertwined serpents. The way their bodies slipped against each other was like liquid, warm and wet, flowing easily one into the other. Lost in Greg's eyes as she was, Julie abandoned her awareness of everything else around her. She saw only his eyes and felt only his body, his cock. There seemed to be a single point where they came together and, for that time, became the center of her universe. It was a deep, rolling motion, like something tidal. Like she was adrift on the swells of an ocean of warm waters. She rode the currents of Greg's passionate thrusts, letting the feelings wash over and through her. There was no measure of time that mattered here. No distractions. Nothing but the fire coursing through her blood, driven by the steady pumping of Greg's hips. When she came, it wasn't a climax as much as it was a perfecting of that feeling. It didn't explode so much as arrive, like the rising of the sun. The euphoria intensified into orgasm almost seamlessly. She barely had a chance to realize it before it was upon her, shaking her, thrilling her, taking her to the pinnacle of her sexual existence. The surge of heat, the tingling, the loss of awareness of everything around her was starting to pass before she managed to scream out, thrash and writhe. It was a huge, earthy contortion that wrenched her, set her pussy contracting like a vise around Greg's cock. It was slower, yet more intense than anything she had ever experienced and even as it faded, Julie wanted to feel it again. And again and again. It was as if she had discovered the Holy Grail of orgasms. Something off-the-charts. God, the way Greg fucked her was sooo incredible! "Cum inside me, lover," she said, almost pleaded, when she regained control of herself again. "Mmmmmm," Greg agreed, punctuating his moan with slow, lusty thrusts of his hips. His pulsing cock filled her with bliss as fully as its size filled her pussy. Her whole body felt stretched by the swell of satisfaction he generated in her. Was there anything she wouldn't do to experience this feeling again? Greg increased his tempo slightly, his breathing getting rougher, his moans getting more forceful. A few minutes later he put his head into the pillow next to Julie and groaned hoarsely as he came inside her. The deep penetration of his cock and the strong jet of his ejaculation combined, hitting her cervix and sending a new thrill through her body. A low moan built up in the back of her throat, pouring out of her slowly and passionately. Every ounce of energy seemed to drain out of her with it, leaving her spent and limp under Greg's comforting weight. He put his mouth over hers and kissed her tenderly. At first, she didn't kiss him back. Not because she didn't want to, her body just didn't respond at first, she was so satisfied already. But then her lips pressed back on his and she shared a long, warm intertwining of their mouths and tongues. When the contact broke, Greg rolled onto the bed beside her. Julie turned on her side to face him as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Even as he embraced her, Julie could still feel her pussy throbbing, pulsing with the afterglow of her orgasms. She wriggled against him, warmed by his arms around her. She couldn't think of a time in her life when she had felt more contented than she did at that moment. Smiling, wrapped in Greg's embrace and wholly satisfied, Julie fell asleep. She awoke in the middle of the night, momentarily disoriented. Then she felt Greg's body beside her and remembered. She nestled against him and drifted back into blissful slumber. In the morning, the first light coming through the curtains woke her up. She opened her eyes slowly, taking in her surroundings as the events of the night before flooded back to her. Greg was already out of bed. She was momentarily disappointed by that. Then she remembered that it was a work day and she had stayed out overnight under false pretenses. And she had to go home to get ready for work. She rolled over to look at the clock. It wasn't as late as she had feared. She could get up, get dressed and get home in time to get to work. Maybe a little late, but not noticeably so. The bathroom door opened and Greg came into the room wrapped in a towel. His chest was still wet and glistening and Julie couldn't help notice his athletic build. He might not be Adonis, but he was the closest Julie had ever come. And quite probably the closest she'd ever get. She felt herself stir as her eyes traveled up and down his body. He pulled the towel off to dry his hair with it, exposing his cock, dangling invitingly between his legs. The sight of it was enough to make her breath catch in her chest. She took another quick glance at the clock. She was only running a little late. A little later wouldn't matter. "Mmmmmm," she purred, rolling on to all fours on the bed, facing him. Greg pulled the towel away from his head and looked down at her. If he was surprised to see her crawling across the bed toward him, he didn't show it. He hesitated only a moment before stepping up to the end of the bed directly in front of her. Julie opened her mouth and, using only her tongue, scooped his member up and wrapped her lips around it. The way he grew, expanded in her mouth made her shudder with pleasure. In a minute he was hard as a rock and Julie was lustily sucking his cock. After a few more minutes, she paused and coaxed him into the bed. Greg climbed into the bed beside her and for a moment, Julie almost climbed on top of him. But it was getting late and, truth be told, she found herself enjoying immensely the feel and taste of him in her mouth. She knelt beside him on the bed and flicked her hair back over her ear. "Good morning, lover," she greeted him, smiling. Then she lowered her mouth to his cock again and sucked him with a passionate bobbing of her head. She looked up at him and let him slip from her mouth. "What do you want, lover? You want to cum in my mouth?" She flashed her sultry smile and tossed her head sexily. She liked the response she saw in Greg's eyes, even as he tried to control his reaction. He was turned on by her words. She was making him hot, getting inside his head and making him want her. That, in turn, made her more eager to please him, pleasure him, make him cum. She bobbed as deep as she could, moaning around his thick member. She was getting quite aroused herself as she heard his breathing getting heavier. His moans elicited more moans from her as her arousal increased along with his. When he finally threw his head back and she felt that now-familiar swelling of his cock, it was nothing short of wonderful. The moment of anticipation, when she felt that swelling, had somehow become a favorite of hers. Maybe it was his physical transformation, the way his cock seemed to strain and grow larger. The way he groaned, telling her more eloquently than words how she was making him feel. It was surprising how powerfully the moment affected her. The moment of his pleasure transferring from his balls to her eagerly waiting mouth. Then the thick stream of his seed shot into her mouth, coating her tongue, sending a tingle through her pussy. The manliness of his essence combined with the submissiveness of the act to stir feelings in her that she could barely contain. She loved how it felt to please him at this most basic, animal level. And she loved how it felt to swallow his cum. It was a symbol of... her total acceptance of him? Her desire to please him as fully, as selflessly, as a woman could? Whatever it was, it felt right. It felt good. She just loved it and wanted to do it again and again. In between his powerful orgasm-producing fucks, of course. Julie sucked every drop from his cock, gently sucking and cleaning him after he came. She was reluctant to let him slip from her mouth. Once again, she would be walking away with no idea when she would see him again. It made her wish she could suck him off again before she left. She licked and kissed his balls before taking his shaft back into her mouth one last time. When every drop had been drained and his erection began to fade, Julie sat back and looked up at Greg. He was smirking. "So I'm the only guy who's cock you ever wanted to suck?" he asked, cocky. "Well," Julie still felt slightly embarrassed about her admission. "Not the only one I ever wanted to, necessarily," she said, planting a kiss on the base of his shaft. "You're just the only one I ever got... well, turned on doing it." He raised a questioning eyebrow. Julie decided to throw him one last bone. Maybe to help hurry up their next tryst, or maybe because she just wanted to tell him. "I love it with you," she purred, nuzzling his cock, kissing it again. "I'll do it as much as you want. I'll swallow for you, too, lover. Give it to me. Please." She looked up at him with the best pleading bedroom eyes she could manage, running her tongue under his softened shaft. She squeezed him with her hand, producing a last bead of cum. She lustily licked it away, her eyes on his as she did so. Then she climbed out of the bed and went hunting around the room for her clothes. She dressed quickly as Greg got out of bed himself. He was still pulling clothes out of his bag when Julie slipped her new high heels back on. She kissed him. "Thanks for breakfast," she said with a sly grin, kissed him again and left. Julie was still floating from the many electrifying orgasms of the previous night. She had once again reached heights of ecstasy that, prior to meeting Greg, she hadn't known were possible. If he called her right now and said he had decided to stay in his hotel room today, Julie would turn her car right around and join him. It was scary to think just how much she would risk. But it was that good. It was nothing short of incredible. She smiled to herself as she drove along through the morning traffic, the feel of his size still between her legs and the taste of him still in her mouth. Julie Ch. 09 I know it's been a while, but thanks to the people who e-mailed me demanding more. Hope this doesn't disappoint... ~logo *** Another day, another dollar. Theme of her life for years, these past few months led to more enjoyment than she expected. Sure there were dollars, but it was more than that. Who would have thought a change of location to affect such glorious changes? Apart from the job, the new friends, and the new stupendous boyfriend, Matthew had thrown her a loop with a snippet of a story -- an idea for his graphic novel. Just a scarecrow's perspective in the middle ages, where belief really could make a lump of straw into a guardian. Perhaps it would be a precursor to the Scarecrow of Oz -- Julie thought. The last few nights had been spent talking with Peter over the phone when he could grab a few minutes' break at the bar and in the silence of her drawing. No matter how random the slashes of her charcoal began, the shape of a vagabond's clothes stuffed with a lumpy material always appeared to her. Soon enough she stopped fighting it. If her mind was intent on that nearly crucified figure in a field of produce, Julie would let it roam across the page. Franky had been noticing her hands that morning and Julie could only blush in response before excusing herself to vigorously scrubbing each finger for work. So after a satisfying day at work, reminiscing on her relationships and improvements in her life, squirreling another bunch of bills for her savings account, she felt almost blessed. Like those paintings in churches with the halos and passively happy expressions. Grabbing her things, it seemed entirely of no consequence that she'd missed the last two calls on her cellular. No one called or had to call, apart from emergencies. But more often than not, the supposed emergency was nothing more than her father phoning on her mother's behalf. Typically this was once a month, each call she was told wasn't meant to disturb her work but just get her attention. Yes, tell Mom I'm fine, yes, I'll see you soon, yes, I'm really fine... That reasoning was entirely thrown out the window once the display listed who'd called. Right about now Julie sincerely wished she could afford to stomp her little cell into the pavement with her winter boots. Damn her savings... How could he have gotten this number? She could count on one hand those who had her new digits: Matt, Peter, Dad and... no! Three buttons later, she had the culprit on the line. "How long have you been talking to Michael? And you better start with the truth." Surprisingly unfazed, Gladys replied with cheer, "Oh, you sound in a fine mood today, dear." "True as that may be about my mood, mother... you and Mike -- out with it!" "You'd think I'm being interrogated. And by my own daughter, no less." The laugh that followed grated on Julie's final four nerves, the ones that hadn't committed hari kari a minute before. "He has been ringing the house almost every day since last month. I gave him the run-around as long as I could but he kept at it -- he said you left him without a word." Desperately Julie loomed across the back-alley for something to kick or throw -- and found nothing but the brick wall. Giving it the boot hurt quite a bit, but gave her the satisfaction she sought. "You can't leave someone who isn't there to begin with, dear mom. If he calls the house anymore, use the caller ID and don't answer. I don't want to talk to him and he has no reason to speak with you." "That's just impolite. Why not have it out with him, finish it off altogether? I remember one time when I was dating your father that it was better to discuss the problem so you can move past it." She considered kicking the wall again, but the throb in her toes disagreed. Julie needed something to break and found nothing. So, instead, she hung up on her mother. And immediately regretted it. "Crap. I'm going to pay for that at Easter." *** A rap at his door alerted him to a visitor, but Peter expected none. Just out of the shower, preparing for another night at work he called through the door, "Man, I'll be down in ten! You don't need to remind me! It's just downstairs!" The knocking persisted. And kept right on tattooing until he could take it no more. "Door's open! Don't let all the warm air out." Strangely enough, it wasn't Christopher. "Hi, Jules. What's up?" She stepped into the apartment still in her uniform after a second's hesitation. "I need to reassure myself about something." "No problem. Just give me a minute so I don't feel underdressed. I'm told towels are out of fashion." He swiftly moved into his bedroom and scrambled through his disheveled closet for clean-enough pants. "I could just take something off to make you more comfortable." Peter spun around to come almost face-to-face with Julie. There was a gleam in her eyes he'd never seen before but he didn't get to study it for long. The kiss she planted on him nearly sprained his neck with its force. Her hands were twisting in his hair a nanosecond later and her tongue barged its way wherever it damn well pleased, which just happened to be down his throat. The need was so strong he found himself being swept away with her, tumbling into the bed he'd forgotten to make up. She was atop him before he'd caught the breath she'd stolen from him -- Peter felt the kissing was like running the most incredible marathon. He even found himself convinced he didn't need that air while she pressed herself to him. Until she slammed the brakes. Julie sprang from the bed, standing stock still. For a moment Peter was afraid she would run out the door, but she remained. "Do you have condoms?" "Yeah." "Good." She shut the door, cutting off most of the afternoon light from the living room his sanctum. Before his eyes adjusted he heard a zipped being undone and clothes hitting the floor. Blinking helped but when his vision was clear he almost didn't believe what he saw... Curvier than that uniform gave her credit for, Julie put the Venus de Milo to shame. Just perfection he'd rarely or perhaps never really come upon. He was sure his tongue hung out, yet he thought it most fitting. If there was any woman to stare at unabashedly, it was this one. She climbed into the bed much slower this time, admiring him admiring her. Her hands parted the towel with little difficulty and ran up and down his legs as his cock wept its envy. Such soft hands and a soothing touch, her hands could lead a man to sleep. Not this one, though. "You might want to get those rubbers before I change my mind..." A gun couldn't have gotten a more immediate reaction from him. The condoms were found; the only trouble was grabbing one and opening it. But there Julie's steady hands helped his while her mouth found his again. Boy this girl could multi-task. With his hard-on all ready to go, Peter rolled on top of Julie. He reined in last remnants of rationality as he gazed down on her. "Are you sure?" Wrapping her legs around him, his control started to slip. "Can't wait - I need you inside me." He tried to go slow but found himself sliding into her desperately. Her moans were the sweetest music as his lips sucked at one breast then the other. She was so tight and or hot, he felt more animal than man. He probably couldn't have managed a sentence if he had thought to say anything at all with all the sensations. Julie's lips parted red and swollen all while she urged him on, sighing and moaning. Her pussy clenched around him like a vice as she nearly screamed out his name. This pretty picture caused his climax a second later, rutting into her madly. The sounds of deep, rasping breaths were the first thing to break through the ringing in Peter's ears. Not sure if the rasps were solely his, he withdrew from her sex and lay to her side. Thinking restored, he didn't want to suffocate his lovely Jules. "Oh, I needed that," she sighed. "Lady, you should come with a surgeon general's warning. I nearly died." Peter entwined Julie in his arms, kissing and nuzzling her neck. "But so worth it." At her chuckle, he drew a blanket around them and closed his eyes, contented. Julie Ch. 09 Over the weeks that followed, Julie had little direct contact with Greg. At first they exchanged a few personal emails. But they quickly fizzled, perhaps because they couldn't act on them. She had some contact with him on work related issues, but most of those were either brief or conference calls. And in any case, Greg was always careful to distance himself from Julie in professional matters. The demands of her new job kept her busy and her mind occupied most of the time. But now and then there would be a lull and she would find herself day dreaming about being in a hotel room somewhere with Greg. She knew that she would do it again. All she needed was a word from Greg and she was there. But that word was slow in coming. Despite the contact that their jobs required, there was too many miles in between them to arrange anything. That was primarily Julie's issue, of course. She was the one who had to find a way to get away from home. It wasn't like she could just get in her car and drive to him. And, at least in those first few weeks, there were no business related reasons for either to travel. In that time, Julie spent a lot of time comparing Greg and Gary, both sexually and as people. Gary was as thoughtful a man as she could ever hope for. He was sweet, caring and seemed all too willing to put Julie's wants and needs ahead of his own. While there was something very heartwarming about those qualities, there was something wishy-washy about them too. Julie had never realized before how Gary's mild demeanor limited her relationship with him. She loved him, of course. But when he was trying to be romantic, Julie might think it was sweet. But it never really swept her off her feet. When he flirted with her, said and did things that were his cues that he want to have sex, she got turned on. But it was nothing like what she felt when Greg looked at her. That was another thing. Gary would never in a million years tell her to suck his cock, say it like it was a command. And he probably would never even dream of forcing her to gag on his cock. Nothing in Gary's personality was sexually aggressive like that. The result was a good relationship with polite, considerate love making. And Julie didn't want to think she took that lightly. It mattered to her, didn't it? It just didn't light a fire between her legs the way Greg did. And for all of the brash cockiness Greg exhibited, he could be surprisingly tender as well. But his tenderness was somehow different than Gary's. With Greg, Julie felt like it was her reward for satisfying him. He was letting her know she had pleased him. In comparison, Gary's soft, gentle ways seemed like weakness. He wasn't bold enough to tell her what he wanted—or expected—her to do. And therefore, his tenderness was less of a reward than something that Julie could take for granted. And something that she would take for granted, well... how excited could she expect that to get her? The way Greg said things to her, Julie felt compelled, almost powerless to resist. And that in itself was exciting. He could tell her to strip for him, or get on her knees for him or to surrender her ass to him. And he could say it in a way that made Julie want to comply. She found herself longing to kneel before him, pleasure him again. Craving the feeling of being stretched as his big cock slid into her pussy. Wanting him to take her again. Be had by him again. It didn't matter if she was no more than a notch on his bedpost. What she got from him was unparalleled. And she had to have more. She loved the way he made her feel dirty and slutty and yet very erotic and sexy at the same time. Julie hadn't realized just how all of those pieces could fit together simultaneously. Dirty and slutty were supposed to be bad things for a girl to be, weren't they? Especially with men like Greg. Players. Womanizers. But it was somehow okay to be a slut for Greg. To want to do anything for him, give him anything he wanted. He could fuck her, make her cum all over his cock and then tell her to suck it clean and Julie wouldn't hesitate, would she? No, she was his slut. And, strangely enough, it was a good thing. It was nothing that was real or permanent. Greg could never give her that. For the moment at least though, she had the best of both worlds. A loving, devoted husband at home and a wild, well-hung lover on the side. She wasn't foolish or naïve enough to think the situation could last, of course. Sooner or later Greg would have to go. She just wasn't ready yet. And in all honesty, she wasn't sure just when that day might come. It was a month and a half after her last night with Greg when Julie found out that someone from her company had to fly out for a meeting at his company. She quickly explained to her boss why she was the most logical person to send. It didn't take her long to convince him. She only hoped that ulterior motive wasn't written all over her face. A half hour later, she was sitting at her desk sending an email to Greg's personal account. "I'll be in town the week after next. Fly in Tuesday night, out Wednesday afternoon." After she sent it, she wondered if she shouldn't have been a little more forward, a little more suggestive. But it turned out there was no reason to worry. An hour later, Greg wrote back. "Get two room keys." Julie smiled. She almost knew he was going to say that. She already knew what she would say in response. "Just knock. You know I'll open up wide for you." Julie had been referring to spreading her legs for him, but as she sent it, she realized he might obviously take it as a reference to opening her mouth for him. She smiled and shrugged to herself. It wasn't like she wouldn't do that too. That in turn got her thinking about the way his cock had gagged her, how she couldn't accept all of him. She wanted to be able to. She didn't want to feel she was inferior to any other lover he had had. But she honestly didn't know what to do about it. She had done a couple quick online searches on deep throating and had found a few surprisingly well-written help guides. But the idea of getting a vegetable or a vibrator and using it to tame her gag reflex... Julie didn't know if she was ready to go to that extent. And the disappointment seemed to be more something that Julie herself felt, not anything Greg had indicated. In fact, Greg had pretty much said just the opposite. That he got turned on watching her gag. So maybe she should just let it go? A part of her still felt like it was a chink in her armor. A small one and perhaps an insignificant one. But she couldn't shake the feeling that she should do more for him if she could. Before some other woman did. Not that it was a jealousy thing, but Julie didn't want to miss a chance to be with him because another woman was better at pleasing him. Greg wasn't hers and she would never own him. But she wanted to be damn sure that she gave him the best she could so he would keep coming back for more. Julie and Greg traded a few more emails, making plans to meet at a bar not far from the hotel where she would stay. She would check in and get changed, then meet Greg at the bar. That was pretty much the extent of their planning, but Julie took for granted that it would be a drink or two at the bar and then back to her hotel room. And then, well... the sky was the limit. Julie had a more difficult time getting through those two weeks than she had the month before. It was probably just because she had something definite to look forward to, she knew. Now that she had a fixed date, she couldn't wait for it to arrive. Where she had only let thoughts of Greg slip in at quiet moments before, now she found herself thinking about him in the middle of busy days. It was a terrible distraction to be in the middle of a phone conversation and have the image of Greg's erect cock suddenly take center stage in her mind. The callers words would be lost as she found herself visualizing, fantasizing about, what she would do with that magnificent erection. That was the scariest thing so far: the notion that Greg had gotten inside Julie's head to the point where he could interfere with her ability to do her job. Nothing, no one had ever had that kind of power over her. Even as she had admitted to herself how much Greg could control her in the bedroom, Julie had never suspected it could be an effect that might spread to her professional life. The idea that it was thoughts of sucking his cock that Julie found so distracting was simply the crowning irony. It was a strange duality she was living. By day a competent business woman, accustomed to making decisions, delegating work, being in charge. But in the bedroom—with Greg, at least—she was subservient, needing to do as he told her, eager to please. These two aspects of her being were completely compartmentalized, totally separate one from the other. But could she keep it that way? Especially considering the closeness of Greg to her work? When the day finally came, Julie could barely contain herself. She had to remind herself not to smile, laugh or seem too happy to be leaving as she said goodbye to Gary that morning. She went to work for a few hours before heading to the airport and it was an unusually unproductive time for her. She looked at the same spreadsheet for twenty minutes without seeing it at all. All that she could think about was meeting Greg. Going back to her hotel room with him. Fucking and sucking and rolling around the bed naked with him all night long. Nothing else could displace those thoughts as she counted down the time until her flight. When she finally got in the air, her flight was already fifteen minutes late. That didn't worry her much as she hadn't checked any bags and she had a little extra time in the schedule before their appointed meeting time. But then there was a delay when they landed and a long line at the rental car desk. Fidgeting and impatient, Julie glanced at her watch as she stood waiting in the rental car queue. She was going to be late at this point, but how could she let Greg know? She didn't want to call his personal cell phone from her personal cell phone. She had never shared that number with him and wasn't about to now. Even if he was one hundred percent discrete and never called it, his number would still show up on her bill. Same with using her company cell phone. Maybe that was paranoid or overly cautious on her part. But Julie knew that the surest way to get caught was to do something careless like that. She settled for calling him at work from her work cell phone. It was too late to expect him to be there, but perhaps when she didn't show up on time, he would have the presence of mind to check his voice mail. Hardly a given, but it was the only safe thing to do. And Julie had no illusions about what she was doing. It was wrong and would have serious consequences if it was discovered. So if she wanted to keep doing it—and she couldn't think of a way to stop—she had to be as careful as possible. She had her cake and was eating it too. Something like that could not be taken for granted. She was a smart girl and she had to remember that or she might make some classic misstep that would lead to her undoing. Julie arrived at the restaurant more than half an hour late and worried that Greg had simply given up and gone home. But he was there. In the nearly empty bar section of the restaurant, Greg was sitting and chatting with the woman working behind the bar. Immediately, Julie's mind snapped back to the big-titted blonde that he had been flirting with the first night Julie went up to his room. Was this a similar situation? As Julie walked up, Greg excused himself from his conversation with the barmaid. As Julie said hello and took the seat beside Greg, the woman smiled politely and took Julie's drink order. As she ordered her customary rum and coke, Julie cast a quick appraising eye over the barmaid. She was a little older, maybe late thirties to early forties. She wasn't as well-built as the blonde at the hotel bar, but she was doing pretty good. She was a bleach blonde with a little too much make up and clothes that were just a little too tight. But there was an air of sexiness in her movements, like she knew that the men at the bar were all watching her and wanting her. There was some eye contact between her and Greg that Julie, had she been romantically involved, might have gotten jealous over. Was there something between them? Was Greg, shameless flirt that he was, talking her up while waiting for Julie? Maybe indicating that, if his date didn't show up, he was willing to offer her his services? Hadn't he made a similarly blunt, if not outright obnoxious, statement to Julie the night she first met him? Maybe the barmaid was a little more receptive to Greg's type of offer. Julie had to reign in her thoughts as she turned to Greg and apologized for being late. "I got your voice mail," Greg said easily. If he was at all put out over having to wait, it didn't show. "And I'm sure," he added with his smirk on, "you'll find some way to make it up to me, won't you?" Julie felt a little bit of heat in her cheeks. It was a rather direct way to say it, but yes, she most certainly would. She nodded, a smile spreading on her face. "Yeah, I'm sure I can think of a thing or two," she replied. It was pretty early in the conversation to already be thinking about sex, but Greg's words and the intensity of his gaze had Julie feeling the warmth between her legs. "Any of them involve you on your knees?" he asked. He was careful to keep his voice low, but to Julie it seemed like he had spoken into a megaphone. She quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard him. The bar had only a few patrons and none showed the slightest sign of having heard Greg. She breathed a soft sigh of relief. "Jesus, Greg," she said at last, suddenly impatient to get her drink. "Well?" he persisted, his blue gray eyes not letting hers go. The heat between her legs and the twittering in her belly ramped up several notches. "Yes," she replied, her smile returning on its own. Their eyes stayed on each other long enough for the wetness in her pussy to build still higher. The barmaid returned with her drink, breaking the sexual tension of the moment. "So, uh, was she plan B?" Julie asked Greg, nodding toward the barmaid who was walking back toward the other end of the bar. She said it in jest, just to buy herself a moment to regroup. "The problem with barmaids," Greg replied, "is that they typically get done a lot later than I like to stay up. But I might have made an exception for Crystal," he added with a mocking wink. Julie blinked in surprise, not sure if he was joking or not. "Crystal?" she asked dubiously. Greg nodded, smirking. "She's got a soft spot for well-hung studs," he explained, clearly enjoying the fact that Julie didn't know if he was serious. "And she's the uncomplicated type that I like." Julie remembered Greg using that particular phrase once before. He had used it in reference to a married woman. One that had only been interested in giving him a blow job. Was that what he was saying about the barmaid? Was her name even Crystal, Julie wondered? "Well, don't let me interfere," Julie said with a shrug. She wasn't quite indifferent. She definitely intended to take Greg back to her hotel room tonight and wasn't about to let blondie over there cheat her out of it. But it was intriguing nonetheless. Could Greg really get a woman to be with him, suck his cock, so easily? It didn't seem entirely believable to Julie. But then, she never would have believed that she would find herself in a position where she would compete for the privilege of sucking Greg's cock either. He clearly had that effect on her. Why wouldn't that apply to other women as well? "Don't worry," Greg said with a chuckle. "She'll be here five nights a week for the rest of her life. You're only in town tonight." He raised his drink in salute. Julie picked up her drink and clinked it against his. "And besides," Greg added, eyes roving over Julie's body, "you're a lot hotter." There was still a part of her that felt like being judged solely on her looks should chafe. There was a lot more to her than a pretty face, great tits and a tight ass, right? But she had already thought the same thing herself. She tossed her head, throwing her hair back over her shoulder. "Think so?" she asked, feigning coyness. He nodded and the both smiled and sipped their drinks. Julie looked at her glass, then at Greg, then cast her eyes around the bar. She had no idea what to talk about. The only things she and Greg had in common were work and sex. Clearly, neither of them was here to discuss work. And Julie didn't really want to talk about sex. Some flirting was okay, but this was already a sure thing for both of them. They could just go back to her room already and get down to business. That would alleviate the need to conjure up some conversation. But the barmaid got Julie wondering just how successful Greg was with women. Certainly, he had the looks and the aggressiveness to bed women. But was he as good at it as he led Julie to believe? Was the barmaid here really someone he could or had hooked up with? What about the barmaid at the hotel that first night? Julie couldn't help her curiosity, so she asked him point blank. "So you've been with Crystal before?" Greg looked at Julie, seemingly unsurprised by the question. His facial reaction betrayed nothing either way. After a long moment's thought, Greg gave Julie a brief nod. The corners of his lips curled in a slight smile. "Really?" Julie wasn't exactly incredulous, but his answer wasn't particularly definitive either. "Yes," he said in a low voice, the smile becoming one of bemusement. "Out in the parking lot?" she prodded, arching an eyebrow. Greg didn't miss the reference to Julie seeing him get a blow job in a parked car. "As a matter of fact," he answered with a rather conceited smile. "She sucked your cock in your car?" This time a measure of disbelief crept into Julie's tone. "So tell me," Julie tossed her head in the barmaid's general direction. "Does she swallow?" "Jesus, Julie!" Greg whispered back. "She's only on the other side of the bar!" Julie looked in the direction of the barmaid. Greg was right: she wasn't far enough away to be talking about her like this. Julie changed tactics. "What about the one I saw you with?" "Anne Marie?" Greg asked, an eyebrow shooting up in surprise. "What about her?" "Was she another one who, ah... just interested in... you know, going down on you?" Why did Julie feel self-conscious about asking that question? Was it because she was surprised and maybe even a little embarrassed by her own desire to kneel for Greg? Please him? "Why are you so interested in her?" Greg asked, looking Julie over speculatively. Julie shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'm just curious about, you know, the women that, uh..." she let her voice trail off. She wasn't sure how to finish that sentence without seeming jealous or possessive. And that really wasn't why she was asking. Julie was just generally curious about the other women Greg had been with. Where they like her? Or were they some stereotypical bad girls and sluts? Greg raised an eyebrow and waited. Julie tried again. "All she wanted to do was... you know, go down on you?" "Yeah," Greg answered with a shrug. "Some women are really into it. And what can I say? They're especially into it when there's a big cock involved." He looked at her in mock accusation. The barmaid came over to offer them fresh drinks and the conversation lapsed until after they were served. Julie took a big swig of her second drink. She was already starting to feel it. Julie Ch. 09 "So when I was standing there looking at you that night in the parking lot," Julie said, not able to look at Greg and not sure how to phrase the question. "Did you really, you know... while I was watching?" "Did I cum?" Greg asked, relishing Julie's discomfort. She nodded, looking up at him for a moment, then looking away. "Yes, I came. Right in her mouth. And," he added, catching Julie's eyes with his, "she swallowed." Julie pursed her lips in an attempt to stifle a smile. Greg had the upper hand here. He could clearly talk about this without any embarrassment, which was more than Julie could say for herself. "So she was good?" Julie asked, sipping her drink. Greg shrugged again. "She's got a lot of enthusiasm, you know? You can tell she really gets into it. Just like you," he added with a sly grin. He looked at her a moment. "That's why I was so surprised when you told me you were never really into giving head before. You sucked me like you loved it." Julie looked around, mortified that someone might have overheard. Funny, now that they were talking about her, she was suddenly conscious of how loud they were speaking. "Let's, um..." Julie gestured to some tables against the wall opposite the bar. No one was sitting at any of them. Without waiting for Greg to answer, she picked up her drink and retreated to one of the tables and sat down. Greg joined her, a laughing expression on his face. "Embarrassed?" he asked, smirking. "You shouldn't be. You've got talent," he chuckled. Julie shook her head, unable to repress a small laugh of her own. He was ribbing her in a good spirited way, she knew. "You know," Julie said, trying to steer the conversation. "I was kinda freaked out by seeing that. At least at the time, you know?" She smiled and shrugged. "But now, well... it actually seems pretty hot that I saw it. I never actually saw that before. Other people, that is," she added unnecessarily. She hurried to continue before Greg could interrupt. "I think I'd like to see it again, you know?" She nodded back toward the bar. "Think she'd let me watch?" Julie didn't know why she said it. It was like she was fighting back against the embarrassment she had felt a moment ago. She had no desire to see Greg with another woman. Hadn't she been doing her best to keep herself at the top of his dance card? But now that she had said it, she couldn't help wonder what would happen if Greg said okay. Could he talk—what was her name? Crystal?—into something like that? If he did, would Julie chicken out? Or would she actually watch another woman suck that big fat cock of his? Julie looked over at her, wondering what her lips would look like wrapped around Greg's sizeable member. The thought wasn't totally without appeal. But fortunately, Greg didn't try to call Julie on it. "She's not going to get done until after midnight," he said easily. "And I don't think I want to wait that long to get my cock sucked. Know what I'm saying?" Julie looked into his eyes and smiled a knowing feminine smile. "Yes," she said, her voice sultry. "You did mention something about me down on my knees." She raised her glass to him and took a sip. In this dark and deserted section of the bar, Julie, perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, put her drink down and slipped her hand onto his leg. "So what are we waiting for?" Even as Julie ran her fingers along the inside of Greg's thigh, she was aware that she had seen another woman, that Anne Marie, do exactly the same thing. She had apparently been as eager to suck Greg's cock then as Julie was now. Was another woman watching them right now? The way Julie had watched Anne Marie that night? If so, was she assuming that Greg was going to standing over her as Julie obediently bobbed on his shaft? The idea gave her a strange sensation, one that attracted and repelled her simultaneously. She didn't want to be THAT woman... but at the same time, she really did. She almost wanted to brag about it, show off this fine specimen of a man and let every woman in the room know that Julie was the one he would be taking home tonight. There was a thrill she got from being the girl in the bar behaving just a little too affectionately, a little too forward. Being a slut. The slut who got the man. Greg looked Julie up and down, considering her words. "I guess we can order room service after we work up an appetite," he said with a knowing smile. Julie squeezed his thigh in concurrence, her hand dangerously far up his leg now. Anyone looking would certainly know they were going to be more than just friends tonight. She could just feel him beginning to stir and it gave her a warm tingle in her belly. Neither of them needed any prodding and shortly after, they were at the door of Julie's hotel room. She let them in and led Greg to the middle of the room. There they embraced and kissed passionately. Julie's breath was taken away by the warmth, wetness and force of his kisses and the tight squeeze of his embrace. She hadn't known exactly what to expect. They had done this before, but the beginning never seemed automatic. Once things got going, there was never any hesitation. But there was a peculiar awkwardness, especially after they hadn't been together for many weeks. They weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. She wasn't his mistress. They were two people who got together and fucked once in a while. Julie didn't really know what the proper etiquette was for their unusual circumstance. The powerful kisses and embrace quickly took her past any awkwardness she might have experienced. In minutes, Julie's pussy was dripping, her nipples hard and straining, her breathing getting heavier and her heart racing. God, the thrill of anticipation was almost as delicious as the actual sex! It took but a gesture from Greg and Julie was on her knees, pulling at his zipper. Then his cock was in her mouth and she was sucking it in a state of pure delight. She smiled to herself about how much she loved pleasing him. Even now, knowing that she did, it was still surprising how physical her reaction to giving him head was. How wet she got. How turned on it made her. Soon they were naked in the bed, Greg moving her from one position to another, some times stopping to put his cock back in her mouth for a few minutes. Julie lustily sucked and licked her own juices from him before letting him guide her to her hands and knees, to sitting astride him, to laying on her side with him behind her... Julie came three times before Greg rolled her onto her back and straddled her chest. He placed his sticky cock between her breasts and she automatically squeezed them together. He tit fucked her, groaning in pleasure for several minutes. Then he lifted his cock from her tits and dangled it over her mouth. Again, with no hesitation, Julie responded, taking him into her mouth. She barely got her lips around him before he erupted, filling her mouth with his cum and her whole being with an incredible throbbing of satisfaction. It was somehow the best of all worlds for Julie. He could fuck her with no condom, experiencing her mouth and pussy as intimately as he could. And she could give him the added gift of swallowing his cum. Julie had come to regard that act as the defining symbol of her desire to please him. Of her craving to be submissive to him. Perhaps it was because it was something that she really didn't do or care to do for any other man. Or maybe there was just an inherent erotic submissive element to a woman swallowing a man's sperm. Whatever the reason, it fed something in her. After a brief respite and some room service, they did it all again, perhaps a little slower and more passionately. More eye contact, touching and kissing. This time for the finish, Julie coaxed Greg to his feet. "You know what I want, lover," she cooed from the bed as he rose and stood beside it. Greg smiled knowingly and nodded. "Come here," he said, guiding her out of the bed to him. They embraced and kissed for a moment, his rigid cock pressed against her. Then Greg gave her what she wanted. "Get down on your knees, Julie." Her belly felt the now familiar warm tingle as she complied. Her pussy throbbed, soaking wet as she looked up at him with the most innocent eyes she could manage. "Suck my cock." The words still thrilled her. The act still thrilled her. His command, most of all, still electrified her. She fingered herself as she sucked him, bringing herself to orgasm with his thick pole in her mouth. Then he came and everything was right with the world. They fell into bed together and dozed in each others' arms. Some time in the middle of the night, they awoke and did it all again. When the alarm clock roused them the next morning, Julie considered trying to get in one last romp, but there wasn't time. They showered together, fondling each others' bodies in the warm water. Each savored the view of the others' naked body. The embraced and kissed several times as they got dressed. When they were dressed and just about ready to leave, Julie put her hand on Greg's crotch. "One for the road, lover?" she asked solicitously. "Thought you'd never ask," Greg replied, unzipping his pants. Julie remembered how Greg had once made her keep her work clothes on and give him a blow job. At the time she had been a bit conflicted about the graying of the line between personal Julie and professional Julie. This morning though, Julie only thought that it would be an incredibly sexy way for both of them to start the day. Kneeling in front of him in one of her nicest skirts, wearing the heels she had bought the day of their last tryst, Julie devoured him. She sucked him long and hard, loving every inch of him, savoring every vein and wrinkle in his rock hard cock. She felt incredible, like she was on a motorcycle, flying along with the wind in her hair. She didn't know why that analogy popped into her head, but it was probably because of the exhilaration she experienced. Her need to please him wasn't exactly desperate, but close. There was a sense of urgency in her efforts. And once again, as she received the hot, sticky strands of his satisfaction in her mouth, Julie felt a sublime sense of satisfaction. She remembered the way she always spit out her husband's cum. She couldn't see herself ever doing that with Greg. On her knees with her mouth full of his cock and his cum was nothing short of euphoric for her. Feeling his load slide down her throat, looking up and seeing his expression of satisfaction as she did so... It was almost as good as having an orgasm herself. In some ways it was actually better, more gratifying. Julie still found it almost laughable how quickly and how completely she had fallen in love with giving Greg head. Sure, he gave her some great fucks and some incredible orgasms and to some extent she was simply returning the favor. But it was more than that. There was something in her, some button that his arrogant, dominant personality triggered. Once pushed, it was all Julie could do to achieve and swallow his satisfaction in the most humble way she could. Still on her knees, sucking him gently, Julie realized that this was it. In a minute she would get up, kiss him goodbye and it might be weeks before she saw him again. At least privately. She sucked longingly, as if trying to get enough of him to hold her over through the coming dry spell. Eventually, his erection softened and he had to push her away. She held his fading member in her hand, looking at it for a long moment before planting a kiss on its head and getting to her feet. How that piece of flesh had changed her life, she thought. She would have scoffed indignantly, been insulted perhaps, if someone had told her several months ago she would feel the way she did. She could hardly believe that she was the same person. And maybe she wasn't. Maybe the door in her that Greg had opened was not one she could close again. Once she had seen what was behind it, could she ever truly seal it off again? Greg embraced and kissed her. "I have some good news for you," he said as he let her go and the two of them headed for the door. "Let's go grab a cup of coffee and I'll tell you." As they sat across from each other in the hotel coffee shop, Greg shared his news with her. "We're going to be leasing a place in town," he began. Julie didn't quite get what he was saying. "My company," he elaborated. "In order to coordinate better with all of the local companies involved in the project, me and some of the other project managers are going to be spending a fair amount of time here. So we've leased a furnished apartment about twenty minutes from your building." It took a moment for the news to sink in. Greg was going to be in town. Often. Before she could get too carried away with the possibilities, he cautioned her. "Of course, I'll be rooming with the other guys most of the time. It's not like I'll have the place to myself." Julie felt her swell of excitement momentarily ebb. "But," he added, smiling at the transparency of her emotions, "I'm guessing most of the guys will go home on weekends. Work permitting, of course," he added. Julie's mind immediately began whirling, conjuring up excuses to be out of the house on Saturdays and Sundays. Shopping trips, meeting girlfriends for lunch, having to go into work for a few hours... And she could probably cook up a convincing scenario to allow her to be out overnight on a Saturday. She should have felt guilty, shouldn't she? The extent to which she was premeditatedly cheating should be burning a black hole in her soul. But all she truly felt was the excitement, possibilities, opportunities to be with Greg. "So when are you going to be coming out?" Julie ask, her eyes conveying her lust and desire. A casual observer probably would have noticed the forwardness of her expression. "Not for a couple more weeks, at least," Greg said, almost apologetically. "But," he said with emphasis, "when I do, it should be pretty steady for the next five or six months." He paused, enjoying Julie's reaction. "How's that sound?" "I don't know if I can wait that long," Julie replied, only half joking. "I didn't turn in my room key yet. Maybe we ought to go back up and you give me something to hold me over?" She was joking completely when she said that, but wondering what she would say if he offered to take her up on it. Of course, they had no time to do what they wanted to do. And both were far too professional to jeopardize their careers for something as fleeting as sex, no matter how incredible. At least, Julie had always been more sensible before. And fortunately, Greg didn't test her resolve.