0 comments/ 13547 views/ 1 favorites Julie Ch. 20 By: KKHowling In the morning the phone call the night before seemed surreal and Julie found herself questioning whether she had dreamt it. But the tightness in her gut, the unease that lingered, told her it had really happened. The thought of the photos hit her again, even as she was getting out of bed. Gary had pictures of Julie sucking another man's cock. He had tried to use them to get her to give him a blow job. No matter how half-hearted the effort, Gary had actually tried. If it weren't for the photos themselves, the attempt might have been laughable. But he had the pictures. However nice a guy Gary was, no matter how unlikely it was that he would ever use those pictures to humiliate her, the reality was, he had them. And, to some extent, Julie was at his mercy. What did that really mean? Well, it meant Julie wasn't going to go anywhere near Greg's place any time soon. If she was going to see Greg, she wasn't going to do it if Gary would find out. She didn't want to antagonize Gary into showing someone those pictures. So now what? Julie padded softly into the bathroom, still fighting off the aftereffects of sleep. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked the same as she always had. How could her life suddenly be so completely different? How could her compass be so fundamentally altered? She undressed in front of the mirror, assessing herself with a lover's eye. Yes, she had a beautiful face, delicate features, high cheekbones and a dazzling smile all framed by shimmering silky black hair. Her green eyes lent a feline grace and beauty to her face. Her body was shapely, enticing. Her full breasts looked so large on her petite frame. She tapered at the waist and then swelled delectably at the hips in a classic hourglass figure. Her ass, firm and round, disappeared into supple, sculpted thighs. And the neatly trimmed black triangle nestled between them was like an arrow, pointing to where she wanted her lover to go. If it wasn't for Gary, the pictures, the compromising circumstances... Oh, God! Julie would surely find a way to be with Greg! A thought occurred to her as she stepped into the shower. Greg had conceived a simple yet seemingly foolproof plan to thwart anyone following them. Julie saw a way to expand that plan to bring Greg back here. Of course, it would require some cooperation from Ashlee. Was Julie ready for that? The events of yesterday and last night still had her rattled. It seemed to her that the best thing might be to lay low, hope everything simply blew over like a bad storm. At the same time, all of the things that had happened made her long for Greg, the reassurance of his presence, his touch. It was foolish, perhaps. But there was no denying the appeal. Of course, Greg's trick of losing a shadow in the mall might not work twice. If Julie and Greg used it tonight to go get a drink, would the person following her adopt a new strategy? She couldn't really think of a way that one person would be able to defeat Greg's tactic, but it wasn't really something she had any experience in. It seemed that if she was going to use that trick to get Greg back here on Wednesday, she probably shouldn't use it tonight to meet him for drinks. Besides, Julie had some important business to take care of. Like finding a lawyer, opening a new checking account, applying for a new credit card and all the myriad of things that she was going to need to do to disentangle herself from Gary. She hadn't been in that big of a hurry when she had left. She may have known that it was unlikely that she and Gary would stay together, but she hadn't taken any of the necessary steps to separate herself from him. If he was really going to file for separation tomorrow, Julie couldn't afford to get caught unprepared. But down inside, she would have let all that go another day, another week, another month, just to be with Greg. The pictures changed all that. Now there was a sense of urgency Julie hadn't had before. Julie emailed Greg from work. She didn't go into details, but said she would like to see him tomorrow and hinted that she might be able to have the place to herself for an hour or two. Greg emailed back expressing a little bit of regret about not seeing her that night, but plenty of interest in the possibility of being alone with her the next. Now the question was Ashlee. Did Julie want to enlist her help in meeting up with Greg? Did she want to involve her in this mess? And, more importantly, did Julie really want Ashlee to know that much about her sex life? Ashlee was certainly going to know, of course. Even if Julie just took her friend up on the offer to leave the house for little while. Ashlee was going to assume, and most likely be right, that Julie would be using that time to have sex with Greg. And it wasn't like Ashlee would be bashful about asking Julie for details. Did Julie want to sit there, her pussy still throbbing, and try to dodge questions about what she had just done? On the other side of that, of course, was the fact that Greg was going to be leaving town in less than a week. He didn't know when he was coming back. Could Julie afford to let an opportunity to see him, be with him, get away? The tug-of-war went on in her most of the day. She knew what she wanted. Of that there was no doubt. The only question was whether or not she was prepared to expose herself to get what she wanted. In the end, Julie continued along the same path she had chosen to this point: her desires dictating against her better judgment. After all, if her wedding vows weren't enough to deter her, what was a little embarrassment at Ashlee's hands? The pictures still made her hesitate. They represented an almost bottomless pit of embarrassment and ruin, both socially and financially. But, she rationalized, they already existed. Anything she did, or abstained from doing, didn't alter that fact. Of course, Gary's restraint in refraining from using them could crumble if she continued to behave the way she had. In short, Julie knew the course she should choose; what would be safest. She also knew that that wasn't what she wanted to do. And it was just a matter of time before she came up with a convincing enough rationalization. That, in and of itself, was a strangely compelling logic. If she was going to find a way to give in anyway, why fight it in the first place? She picked up her cell and started to call Ashlee. Then she stopped. Yes, she wanted to be with Greg. But did she really want to let Ashlee into her business to that extent? Did she want her friend to know so much personal information? Julie put the phone back in her purse. An hour later, she took it back out and stared at it for a few minutes as if weighing the decision. But her heart was already set on a course of action, wasn't it? Julie knew what she wanted. Her reluctance to let Ashlee into her intimate life was genuine, but it wasn't strong enough ultimately to prevent her from making the call. "Hey, Ash," Julie said when her friend answered. "Uh, is your offer for Wednesday still good?" She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she heard Ashlee laugh on the other end of the line. "Sure, kiddo! Just can't live without a fix, huh?" Ashlee needled her. "S'okay," Ashlee added. "I certainly understand!" Julie fought back an urge to retort. What could she really say anyway? Ashlee knew the truth. "Uh, Ash," Julie said hesitantly. "There's one other thing..." Julie briefly outlined what she needed Ashlee to do. "Ooh, kiddo! Now that's hot!" Ashlee teased. "Giving your tail the slip so you can get some tail! I like it!" Somehow, Julie was not surprised that Ashlee was enthusiastic about the plan. In spite of herself, Julie smiled. That evening after work, Julie parked her car at the mall as she and Greg had originally planned. She walked unhurriedly through the mall, stopping in a store or two as if she were shopping. She kept a careful eye on the time as she went. At exactly five forty-five, she walked out the door at the opposite end of the mall. Greg, as arranged, had pulled up in his car waiting for her. Julie hopped into the passenger's seat and they pulled away quickly. They greeted each other as Greg drove out of the mall parking lot, but Julie was too nervous to do much more than say 'hi.' A couple miles from the mall, Greg pulled into a bar parking lot and pulled around to the rear lot. There, Ashlee was parked, waiting for them. As Julie got out of Greg's car and into Ashlee's she suddenly felt incredibly foolish. Were they going through all of these wild gyrations for no reason? Was anyone still following Julie now? Gary had all the ammunition he needed. Why would he need to follow—or have someone follow—Julie further? Greg probably could have just driven to Ashlee's place and parked a block or two away. Maybe he could have sneaked in through the back, just in case. But all this cloak and dagger? As Julie slid into the passenger's seat beside Ashlee, she was acutely aware of how ridiculous or paranoid or both she was being. "Hey, kiddo," Ashlee greeted her. "Hi," Julie replied, noticing Ashlee's gaze in the rear view mirror. "Oh, this is Greg," she said, feeling self-conscious and foolish. "Greg, this is Ashlee." "Nice to meet you," Ashlee said. Was there something a little too flirty in her tone? Had she emphasized 'nice' just a little too much? Or was Julie just being paranoid still? "Same here," Greg replied and now Julie knew she wasn't just being paranoid, because she heard something in Greg's voice as well. She had to will herself not to turn around and look at the expression on his face. As Ashlee drove them back to her place, there was an easy banter between her and Greg, mostly revolving around this "secret mission," as Ashlee labeled it. Julie also noted out of the corner of her eye how often Ashlee's gaze went to the rear view mirror. Were she and Greg making eye contact? Were they flirting? Given what she knew about both of them, it certainly didn't seem out of the question. Greg was, after all, a man who was know to chase after practically every set of tits that walked past him. And Ashlee wasn't shy about her sexual appetites either. And Ashlee knew damn right well what Julie and Greg were going to do once she left them. Was she curious? Was she thinking about what Greg looked like under his clothes? How he was in the bedroom? Was she going to ask Julie questions later? Want details? On one hand, it was a little unnerving. Julie had never had or wanted anyone inside that innermost circle. She didn't talk about things like that. It was simply uncomfortable. At the same time, there was no denying the sneaking self-satisfied pride that Julie was feeling. Greg was going to fuck her senseless and Ashlee would practically kill to know the details. There was something appealing about having something or knowing something that other people wanted. "Okay, you kids have fun," Ashlee said playfully as she dropped the two of them off in front of her house. "I'm going to visit my mom. I'll be back in a few hours." When Julie first led Greg into the house, she felt that old feeling from before. The feeling of not knowing how to pick up where they had left off. Julie had last seen Greg just a couple days ago and there had been no lack of familiarity between them then. It was weird. In a matter of minutes Julie would probably have Greg's cock in her mouth. But as she stood in Ashlee's house and pointed out the living room and dining room to Greg, she felt that old nervousness. Why did Julie feel like she was starting over every time she and Greg got together? Was it because Julie knew she couldn't take Greg for granted? That at any time he might lose interest in her? That he might still be sleeping with other women? That he simply wasn't hers? There really wasn't much she could do in any case. If she got too possessive of Greg, it would only hasten his departure. Overall, though, it was probably a combination of factors, Julie told herself. Her own situation, her issues with Gary probably played as much a part. How could she be comfortable and relaxed with Greg when she knew Gary would stoop to photographing her in the act? Threatening her with the pictures? Then, as Julie started to lead Greg down the hall to where her bedroom was, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and planted a kiss on the side of her neck. It was warm and it was wet and it sent a thrill of excitement through her, sweeping aside all her doubts and concerns in an instant. It might have been foolish and even self-destructive to be there with him, but Julie was immediately reassured that she wanted to be there. And she wanted Greg there with her. She stopped walking as soon as his warm lips descended on the sensitive flesh of her neck. She leaned back against his muscular chest and tilted her head back and to the side, offering her delicate skin to his kisses. The warmth that filled her belly and her pussy began to spread steadily through her body with each kiss. His hands gripped her waist, holding her possessively as she moaned and writhed against him. Julie's eyes closed and her head dropped back into his shoulder. She moaned as the heat and wetness throbbed between her legs. Greg's touch was simply magical. It affected her in a way she couldn't even comprehend. His lips moved up to her ear, nibbling softly on her earlobe as his hands slipped up along her blouse, his fingers lightly caressing the sides of her breasts. Julie moaned more emphatically, her body shuddering with pleasure. God, how could she ever say no to him? How could she live her life without the thrill, the excitement of his fingers and lips on her? Julie was already electrified and Greg had hardly touched her. She was already turning to butter in his hands. Her knees shook as Greg put his hands on her shoulders and spun her around. Like a rag doll, she turned easily, her eyes wide and vulnerable, gazing up into his. Her heart was beating faster now and she could feel the heat rising all through her. Greg's lips closed over hers with force and passion, pressing as hard as she could stand. She felt his tongue in her mouth and almost reflexively she sucked greedily on it. His fingers continued to run lightly up and down her sides, following the curves of her hips and the swells of her breasts, sending a stream of tingles all through her. As passionate and romantic as Greg's kisses were, Julie knew what was coming next and she was almost impatient for it. Incredible as his kisses were, Julie's anticipation was getting the best of her. When Greg pulled his mouth from hers, took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes, Julie was ready to burst. Greg took a step back from Julie, his eyes never leaving hers, the smirk holding her almost mesmerized. His hands dropped to his belt, unzipping his pants. Her eyes darted down to his hands then back up to his eyes. The arrogance twinkling in those eyes was so powerful. Once, long ago, that look would have repelled her. But now, that look owned her. She was his to enjoy as he pleased. "Julie," Greg said, soft and low. Her body shuddered in anticipation. "Yes?" "I want to see you on your knees." The way he said it, the way he slightly emphasized 'knees,' was perfect. He seemed to understand that being on her knees was at least as important as actually sucking his cock. Kneeling before him was such a powerful symbolic part of her surrender to him. Oh, and the way that surrender made her pussy throb! Julie looked up into his eyes and she knew he could see in her just how desperately she wanted to comply. But she resisted, if only for a moment. "Lover," she breathed, eyes meeting his for a long moment, then casting down. "Tell me what you want." He didn't reply immediately, but kept his eyes locked on her. The tension of the moment sent a fresh surge of warmth cascading through her limbs. "I want you to get on your knees," Greg said, his voice husky, uncompromising. Still, Julie resisted just a moment longer. "Why? Tell me why, lover." She didn't look up as she made her request in a soft, almost pleading voice. Without looking, she could feel Greg's smirk widening. He knew what Julie wanted. And he seemed to relish the opportunity to give it to her. "I want to see you get down on your knees," he said again, with a little more intensity. "Then I'm going to take out my cock," he continued, leaning down to speak directly in her ear. "And I'm going to hold it out to you. And you're going to ask me to let you suck it, because that's what you want, isn't it? To suck my cock, Julie?" Julie involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath and let out a little whimper. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted. To kneel before this man and plead with him, beg him to let her suck his cock. Like being on her knees, it wasn't just about taking him into her willing mouth. It was about the way he made her want to do it. The way he made her feel desperate to do it. The way he felt her make she was the lucky one, because he would let her take that long thick tool of his into her mouth. It was the way he reduced her from a self-assured, self-confident woman to a humbled, cocksucking slut. She started to lower herself before him, but his hand shot out and grabbed her under her elbow. "That is what you want, isn't it?" he asked, although it hardly seemed like a question. Julie looked up into his steely eyes, then down at the floor and nodded. "No," he shook his head. "Say it. Tell me." Julie quivered and trembled, her pussy molten and dripping. "Yes," she said softly, almost demurely. "I want to suck your cock, lover." She looked up at him for a moment, loving the tingle that his blazing eyes elicited between her legs and the fire it generated in her belly. "Please," she continued as she sank to her knees, rubbing her cheek along the front of his pants. "Please let me suck your cock?" Greg looked down at Julie, clearly savoring the sight of her on her knees, so compliant, so willing. He drew in a deep, satisfied sigh, his nostrils flaring, then reached for his zipper. In a moment, he had his cock out, hanging three quarters erect in Julie's face. She sighed as he presented it to her. She wanted to go slowly, build up their anticipation with long, lusty licks on his shaft, teasing him, caressing him with her mouth. But once his cock was in her face, Julie found herself unable to be patient. She took him quickly into her mouth, getting wetter still as she felt him stiffen on her tongue. There was a hunger evident in the way she sucked him, an almost frantic effort to please him. Greg widened his stance, standing with his feet shoulder width apart. He put his hands on his hips and looked down at Julie, watching her efforts with an almost detached air. But his breathing was heavy, laden with rolling sighs, giving evidence of the effect Julie's lips and tongue were having on him. And each one of them brought a fresh burst of joy to her. Julie sucked him with abandon, sparing no effort to ensure Greg's pleasure. If he came, she would keep sucking him until he was drained completely. Yes, she wanted that thick cock of his buried in her pussy. Nothing would make her happier. But it had to be Greg's choice. If he wanted just a blow job, he would get the finest one that Julie's lips, mouth and tongue could provide. But after a few minutes, Greg stopped her. "Whoa," he said, his breathing ragged. "You better ease up or you're going to make me cum." His words flooded Julie with a wave of satisfaction. And flooded her pussy with another wave of wetness. She sat back on her heels and planted a kiss on the head of his cock, marveling at its size and its ability to possess her. Even if he didn't fuck her with that incredible organ, he, and it, still owned her. All he had to do was show it to her and she would fall on her knees. Julie Ch. 20 Greg pulled Julie to her feet and lifted her skirt. His hands deftly found the elastic of her panties and tugged them down. Julie's heart raced as she felt her wet pussy lips exposed. A moment later, her panties were tossed aside and Greg's hands were spinning her around, steering her against the wall of the hallway. Then his cock was up under her skirt, prodding at her, seeking entrance into the molten cavern of her pussy. As Julie felt the head of his cock press against her pussy lips, she called out inarticulately. She didn't know what she was saying, or even if she was trying to say anything. As his cock slipped up into her, it drove out conscious thought, reducing her to a receptor of animal pleasures. He thrust up into her, driving Julie against the wall with surprising force. Her breasts were crushed between Greg's force and the unyielding mass of the wall as his cock buried itself in her over and over again. There was a power and a passion in his thrusts, reflective of the power of the man administering them. It sent an unmistakable message to Julie that she was being taken by him. He was the fucker and she was the fuckee. It was perhaps a strange thought to have in that moment, but at the same time, the feeling was crystal clear. She grunted and moaned as his every thrust forced her against the wall, driving the breath from her lungs. Even now, as many times as she had been with him, the length and the thickness of his cock still stretched her to her limits. After just a couple minutes, Julie felt her orgasm drawing near. Greg must have sensed it to, because his thrusts redoubled in speed and force, pushing her quickly to crescendo. As her orgasm rocked her, Julie swayed on her feet, her knees dangerously close to buckling. But Greg's strong arms and relentless cock held her up as he continued to thrust deep up into her as she screamed in orgasm. Her body, flushed with warmth and reeling from the power of her climax, sagged against the wall, held up more by Greg than by her own legs. She whimpered helplessly, her body still shuddering and writhing, as he continued to pump his massive erection in and out of her. Then he slipped out of her, his hands gripping Julie's waist to keep her steady. He guided her to the bedroom where he quickly shed his clothes. Julie, still wafting on the euphoria of her orgasm, simply watched him bare his body for her. Then, as Greg cast the last of his clothing aside, she realized that she still had to undress herself. Her hands somehow managed to function in the absence of clear direction from her climax-muddled brain, unbuttoning her blouse and removing her bra and skirt. They stood and stared at each others' naked bodies for a brief moment, each savoring the physical beauty of the other. Then Greg stepped up to Julie and pushed down on her shoulders. Without resistance or hesitation, she sank to her knees and took his sticky member back into her mouth. She sucked him for several long moments, electrified by his moans of pleasure, the size and hardness of him in her mouth. She also knew that he was going to keep fucking her, which had her pussy aching. And a few minutes later, Greg again lifted Julie to her feet and guided her to the bed. He lay her on her back and spread her legs wide. Julie shivered at the way he opened her up, made her feel so slutty by pushing her knees apart, exposing her pussy so completely. Oh, she couldn't wait to have that cock back inside her! He stood at the edge of the bed and looped his arms under Julie's legs. With brute strength, he lifted her up to meet his cock. Julie frantically reached down between her legs, grabbing his cock and guiding it into herself. Her back arched as the thrill of him filling her up rippled to every distant corner of her being. With just her head, shoulders and elbows on the bed, everything else suspended in Greg's arms, Julie undulated her body, trying to milk his shaft with her hungry womanhood. Greg let her strain to ride him in that awkward fashion for just a moment or two before he began pounding her with forceful thrusts. He pulled her thighs up against his chest over and over again as he pistoned himself deep into her relentlessly. The angle at which he entered her was unusual, causing his shaft to rub her in ways in which she was unaccustomed. His cock was grinding against sensitive places that usually only a finger or a tongue would stimulate. She suddenly found herself screaming out as an orgasm rocked her with unexpected force and suddenness. As she came down from her climax, Greg slowed his pace. He continued to push deep into her in a way that sent thrills up and down her spine, just slower, more deliberately. Then with no warning, he stopped. He stood there with his cock buried in her to the hilt, not moving. Julie opened her eyes and looked up at him. It was clear that he had something in mind and that sent a fresh quivering through Julie. He pulled out his cock and, still holding Julie up with one arm, he took his shaft in his other hand and guided it to her ass. Looking down at her with intensity, Greg pushed his head against Julie's sphincter. It was just too much stimulation. Her reaction was instantaneous and involuntary. She arched her back and wrenched to the side, rolling her out of his grip. She was suddenly breathing very rapidly and her heart was racing. Greg wanted to put his cock in her ass. The thought caused a warm flush to flood her body and the room around her grew a little hazy for a moment. Julie's mind was suddenly all over the place. Hadn't she told herself that if he wanted it, she would give it to him? Yes, but this was so... so unexpected. And on top of everything else that had happened since then, it was difficult to even think about it the way she had back then. And Ashlee... Ashlee would be home soon and probably ask Julie lots of questions. Did she really want to have to face her nosey friend after something like that? Be interrogated immediately after her first experience with anal sex? And there was also Greg's size... a cock that big could really hurt a virgin ass like hers. She really was a tiny thing next to him. If he shoved that monster of his all the way into her ass, he could do real harm, let alone the pain he would cause. And they didn't have any lube. Didn't Greg say that time that he would have done if he had lube, but he didn't? All of these thoughts stormed chaotically through Julie's head as she lay part in, part out of Greg's grip looking up at him wide-eyed. Greg must have seen something in her look that made him hesitate. He smiled slightly, his smirk showing, as he lowered her to the bed. He helped her move back up until she was completely on it, then he climbed in beside her. Julie expected him to nestle between her legs, continue fucking her in missionary position. But instead, he climbed astride her, putting his cock on her breast bone between her supple breasts. Without thinking, Julie automatically pressed her breasts together around his thick shaft. He sighed approvingly as he began to rock himself back and forth, tit fucking her. He ran his meaty organ along her chest, between her breasts for a few minutes before leaning forward and hanging it down over her face. Julie's lips quickly wrapped around it, sucking as much as she could reach at that awkward angle. Then Greg moved away, backing off of her. His hands took hold of her and rolled her to her hands and knees. She shivered in anticipation as she raised her ass and braced herself on her elbows. She was hoping he was going to fuck her doggie style, the way she loved. But what if he chose her ass instead? Indeed, he did press the head of his cock against her sphincter and a whimper broke from Julie's lips. But he didn't go as far as even get the head into her before he stopped. A moment later, he plunged into her soaking wet pussy, pounding her hard, deep, with a ferocity that both surprised and thrilled her. Julie came hard as he pounded deep into her. But he didn't slow down. He continued to hammer away at her as she screamed out, writhing, impaled. A few minutes later, she felt another orgasm coming. It hit her like a runaway freight train, rocking her whole being. In the midst of her explosion of passion, she was vaguely aware of Greg's tap on her ass. His signal that he was about to cum and he wanted her to turn around. Hardly aware of herself or her surroundings, Julie turned quickly on the bed, eagerly seeking his shaft with her mouth. She barely bobbed a half dozen times before she felt his jets burst out of him, hitting the back of her throat, coating her tongue. As he groaned in ecstasy, Julie felt another, smaller orgasm surge through her body. She wrapped her hand tightly around his shaft and pumped slowly up, delighting in the last drops she wrung from him. It was so incredible that the feel, the taste of him cumming in her mouth could push her to orgasm. But that was exactly what had done it. She swallowed his offering and continued to suck him gently, draining every drop from him, cleaning him thoroughly. "Mmmm, you love it, don't you?" Greg asked. She let his softening member slip from her mouth. It was a rhetorical question, but Julie nodded anyway. She couldn't help smiling as she did. He looked at her, a strange expression on his face. "I wasn't sure," he said. Julie blinked, not sure what he meant. "Sure?" "I wasn't sure you'd love it," he answered. She didn't say anything, just looked at him, not sure what he was getting at. "I mean," he continued, "I wasn't surprised that I got you to suck my cock. But I really couldn't tell if you were the type that...." He looked at her and shrugged. "That would really get into it the way you do. Love it," he added. "I didn't know I'd love it either," Julie replied with a slight laugh. "How could you know?" "I can usually tell," he said simply. "But I couldn't with you. Maybe you're a little more complicated than the average woman." "I like to think I don't have much in common with 'average' women," Julie replied, flashing her sultry smile. "I'd have to agree with you there," Greg said, smiling as he slipped into bed beside her. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, deeply, passionately. Julie was already soo satisfied, yet kisses like that instantly stirred fresh desire in her. Their embrace became more groping, almost frantic. Their kisses took on a desperate intensity, like they were about to be separated forever. Greg's fingers were suddenly between her legs, slipping between the sopping wet folds of her pussy. Julie's back arched, pressing herself against his exploring digits as she moaned softly, delighting in his touch. Suddenly, Greg broke off their embrace and lowered his head to her full, round breasts. He took one in his hand as he sucked the nipple of the other. Like a lightning strike, his hands and lips sent intense pleasure arcing through her. Then he was kissing the sweat-moistened skin between her breasts. Then an inch lower. Then another inch lower. Then another. In one long, deliriously stretched out moment, Greg's lips reached the soft hair of her pubic mound. Julie was almost shaking with anticipation when his tongue finally reached out and touched her clit with deliberate delicacy. Her hips gyrated and bucked off the bed, reaching her lips out toward his. But he denied her a moment longer, enjoying her moans and twitches of frustration. Then he plunged his tongue into her, lapping across, over and around her clit with a patient intensity that soon drove her to the brink of a tidal wave orgasm. As the wave crested, Julie's back arched even farther than before, her ass rising off the bed to grind against his jaw, his lips and nose. The heat exploded through her limbs, igniting every corner, every extremity of her body. Maybe she screamed, maybe she just panted hoarsely. She had no idea. The force of it was too much, obliterating her normal senses. Greg slowly licked her, sending wrenching shivers through her, as her orgasm faded and her hips sank back to the bed. He stopped just milliseconds before Julie's head completely burst from overload. Just as she lay panting, trying to catch her breath and calm her racing heart, Greg crawled up to lay on top of her, kissing her passionately once again, bringing the taste of her own pussy to her lips. Julie barely had time to think about it before Greg settled between her legs and began to rub his cock against her. He had apparently recovered and was once again pushing his incredibly large member against her opening. Looking into her eyes, Greg deftly steered his revived manhood into her. Already dripping wet from his fucking and licking, Julie's pussy accommodated his ample size easily. A minute later he was thrusting deep into her as they looked into each others' eyes. The intensity of his eyes on hers was so powerful. Could it mean anything less than love for him to look into her soul that way as they were coupled in intercourse? The thought made possible another powerful orgasm. She shook and quivered as every muscle in her body seemed to contract and release in concert. She would have kept her eyes on his, but they rolled back in her head, overpowered. Greg continued to drive his thick shaft in and out of her over and over until Julie lost all track of time and place. Her whole world collapsed to the sensation of him between her legs, the press of his muscular body on top of hers and the fiery intensity of his eyes boring into hers. She came again. Then again. Finally, after hours, days, weeks, Julie had no idea how long, Greg threw back his head and groaned. He kept pumping and Julie felt the hot splatter of his seed against her cervix. Her body shuddered, her fingers knotted in the sheets and her back arched into his thrusts. The feel—the thought—of him cumming inside her thrilled her, excited her and sated her. Greg collapsed on top of her, their sweaty bodies wrapped around each other. Their lungs heaved for air and Julie's heart raced, both from exertion and excitement. They lay wrapped in each others' arms until he withered enough to slip from her. Julie actually moaned aloud at his departure, her arms pulling him tighter as if by a more strenuous embrace, she could reinsert him. The two of them lay in her bed for a long time in silence. Julie, for her part, was simply content to lay with him, feel his warmth against her. And Greg seemed to be similarly content. Eventually, Julie looked at the clock and reality began to force its way into the situation. Time was running out. Ashlee would be home soon. They had to get dressed before she arrived, get ready to go back and pick up their cars. Julie's phone rang. It was inside her purse and the ring tone muffled. But it was loud and clear enough to cut through their bubble, drag them back to reality. She pulled out from under Greg, got out of bed and rooted for the phone. For a brief instant, Julie feared it was Gary calling to say he knew exactly what she was doing and that he was photographing it all. She looked at the number. Ashlee's. "Hello?" "Hey, kid," Ashlee greeted her. "How's it going?" Julie looked at Greg's naked body on the bed and felt the clamminess of her sweat soaked body. How was she supposed to answer Ashlee's question? Fortunately, Ashlee didn't wait for an answer. "I'm getting ready to leave mom's," Ashlee informed her. "I need to stop at a place in the mall. I can do that on my way home or I can get you guys first." Julie heard the words, but wasn't clear of their meaning. Her post-orgasmic bliss was making it difficult to concentrate. "Huh?" "Do you want me home in ten minutes or forty-five?" Ashlee asked with exaggerated bluntness. Julie, standing naked next to the bed, looked at Greg. His eyes were on her, drinking in the curves of her body in a way that excited her all over again. She felt so unself-conscious, so free to be naked and wild with him. "Forty-five," she answered. Ashlee and hung up. She crawled back into bed with Greg and let him curl his large frame around hers. They lay like that not moving for another twenty minutes. To Julie it was nothing short of heaven. The way he wrapped himself around her, held her, warmed her.... Could it be less than love? Maybe he wasn't one for commitment, for coming out and saying the words, but wasn't he telling her in ways non-verbal? Julie reluctantly pried herself out of Greg's arms. "Come on," she said. "Ash'll be home soon." She picked up her clothes and began to dress. Greg watched her for a moment before following suit. As Julie finished, she watched Greg pull on the last of his clothes. When would she see him again, she thought? How long before they had another night like tonight? "Lover," she said, looking at him with her sultry smile. He looked, arching an eyebrow. "Lover, can you give me one more?" He looked her up and down and pursed his lips. He hesitated a deliberately long moment before shaking his head. "No," he said, seeming to smile as her face fell. "But you could suck my cock again." "Oh, yes," Julie agreed. "I could do that." There in the dark of her room, Julie slid to her knees and took him back into her mouth. She closed her eyes and gave herself completely to his pleasure. She had just swallowed his offering and licked him clean, was still on her knees looking up at him when she heard the front door open. Julie scrambled to her feet as she heard Ashlee call. Greg, at a more leisurely pace, tucked his spent cock into his pants and zipped up. Julie could still taste his cum, feel the tingle of it in her mouth, as she called back to her friend. She was at once mortified and electrified that Ashlee had come home at exactly the time she had. Julie couldn't have put into words why that was, but she understood the feelings intuitively. It was hot. It was naughty It was slutty. It was like almost getting caught. Not that Ashlee would have opened the bedroom door or anything. But there was still a thrill that she got from it seeming like a close call. Julie Ch. 21 When Julie and Ashlee arrived back at the house after dropping off Greg and picking up Julie's car at the mall, Ashlee appeared ready to burst. "Well?" she asked expectantly. It was obvious what she wanted, but Julie had no intention of divulging details. "Well, what?" she replied. "C'mon!" Ashlee laughed. "I never saw a more obvious JBF smile." Julie blinked, clueless. "JBF?" "Just been fucked," Ashlee answered with an accusing smile. Julie felt the color rising in her cheeks. Was there really something in her face that gave her away? Of course, Ashlee had helped orchestrate the whole rendezvous and she already knew damn right well that Julie and Greg hadn't sat around playing backgammon! But the idea that someone could look at her and tell, well... it didn't seem out of the question. "I'm not talking about it," she told Ashlee, trying to give her friend a stern look that said there was no compromise. But Ashlee's expression of mirth undid Julie's efforts and she was forced to look away. "Did you go down on him?" "ASH!" Julie squealed, incredulous at her friend's brazen question. In spite of herself, she almost waggled her jaw involuntarily. The muscles were still sore from accommodating Greg's significant girth. She caught herself just in time, mortified that she had almost given herself away in such obvious fashion. "I'll take that as a yes," Ashlee replied with a smug, satisfied look on her face. "Did he tell you to do it?" "Jesus, Ash!" "'Cause if he told me to, well..." she pantomimed giving a blow job, moving her curled hand back and forth in front of her mouth, timing it with poking her tongue against the inside of her cheek. In spite of herself, Julie laughed. "My God, Ash! Get a grip!" Julie laughed, immediately realizing that her choice of words was playing into Ashlee's hands. So to speak. "That's exactly what I was talking about!" She sat on the couch and looked at Julie in a way that made Julie feel like she was in an interrogation room, a bright light shining down on her. "So what are you going to tell me?" "Nothing!" Julie said with indignation that was only partially feigned. "Oh, come on! At least tell me how many times!" "Jesus, Ash!" Julie protested. "I can't talk about things like that!" "Okay, don't tell me," responded Ashlee. She turned her body three-quarters away from Julie and crossed her arms in a playful mimic of a pouting child. "I'll just make it up in my head however I want to." She shot Julie a sly glance out of the corner of her eye before continuing. "'Oh, Greggie, I'm so glad you're here!'" she squeaked, mockingly. Then in a deeper, manly voice, "'Suck my damn dick, woman!' 'Oh, yes, Greggie!'" Ashlee burst out laughing as Julie sat silent with a bemused grin on her face. Julie didn't want to give Ashlee any reaction, but it took some effort. Again, Julie was surprised how accurate, if absurdly exaggerated, Ashlee's assessment was. Not that it should have surprised her. But it did. "I think I'm going to bed now," Julie said when Ashlee's laughter abated. Ashlee looked at her and raised an eyebrow speculatively. "I know it's not, you know... the way you are. To talk about this stuff," Ashlee said, her smile fading and real compassion surfacing in her eyes. "But if you need me..." She let the words hang in the air between them for a moment. Then Ashlee gave Julie a quick but firm hug. "I'm here for you. Okay?" Julie found herself absurdly moved by her friend's words. Suddenly, tears were threatening to well in her eyes. She blinked hard, refusing to shed one. Especially a tear so maudlin. She gave Ashlee a nod and a quick smile and hurried off to bed. Once in the safety of her room, comfortable between the sheets, Julie let herself think about Greg again. And Ashlee. Everything about Greg, the way he had awakened her sexually, the way she lost herself in him was so new to her. But Ashlee seemed to know all about it in the blink of an eye. It was a reminder that what Julie was experiencing might be new to her, but it was well known territory to others. It made it easy for Ashlee to read Julie. It made Julie feel almost naked. But there was something else, not as scary. Yes, Ashlee already knew what Julie was just discovering. There was a little bit of reassurance in that what Julie was going through wasn't so unusual. There was nothing wrong with her for enjoying things now that had at one time seemed incomprehensible, if not downright offensive, to her. If anything, Julie was finding herself being more natural in her sex with Greg than she ever was with Gary. She still didn't understand it completely, but clearly the intellectual, reasoning side of her that had dominated all aspects of her life before only interfered with her ability to let go and fully enjoy sex. Like she could do now with Greg. Because when she was with him, she didn't think about it. She just did what he wanted and it worked. Like nothing had ever worked so well for her before. Julie snuggled into the bed, smiling as she remembered how she had laid here in Greg's arms. Remembering how she felt his touch, the way he communicated how he felt. He might never be a man for a committed relationship. He might never be capable of telling her that he loved her. Not in words anyway. But Julie couldn't convince herself that in those moments he hadn't expressed love for her in his own fashion. She fell asleep with the smile still on her face. The next few weeks were a sore trial for Julie. She had to hire a lawyer, open a new bank account, get new credit cards, do all the things necessary to separate herself from Gary. At the same time, she found herself spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about Greg. She exchanged emails with him almost daily. Personal emails, but not too personal. Julie was always careful not to sound too needy. She really did feel a void in her life without Greg, but she was afraid to tell him that. She didn't want to drive him away by asking for more than he could give. She was also afraid to find out that she might need him significantly more than he needed her. Julie was smart enough to know that a man like Greg wasn't sitting around his house on weekends wishing he had something to do. He was out with other women, almost certainly. Julie found herself thinking about that more and more. That Greg was fucking other women, telling other women to get on their knees and suck his cock. Getting his pleasure from someone other than Julie. Every passing day served to heighten Julie's anxiety. She could feel him slipping away from her. She had to see him again or she would just fade into another notch on his bedpost. And at the same time, he was growing in her mind. They're relative values to each other were getting more and more out of balance. Greg was becoming all that Julie could really focus on. But to him, she might already be nothing more than a fond memory. Of course, she didn't think she had slid that far that fast. But that was the direction she was headed in. In one of Julie's emails a couple weeks after she had last seen him, she mentioned having the next weekend free. He lived several hours away, but she would gladly drive out to see him. But first she had to get invited. And it had to be for the weekend. Julie wasn't going to drive out on a Friday afternoon, fuck him and head home Saturday morning. If she was going out there, she wanted to make a full weekend of it. Nothing would be harder to cope with than wondering if he was going to be with someone else after she left, when she could have stayed and been with him herself. When Greg replied, he asked Julie in a rather vague way if she was interested in visiting him. Her heart rate quickened as she read his email. It looked like he was offering exactly what she wanted: a weekend with her lover. And a weekend far away from Gary, at that. It took a couple more emails and then a phone call, but within two hours, Julie had everything arranged with Greg. From that moment until she stepped out of her car in front of her house, Julie's whole body ached with anticipation. Julie and Greg had never had so much freedom to be together. They had, of course, had several nights in a row when Gary was out of town. They had had liaisons during business trips. But this was going to be a Friday night to Sunday afternoon together uninterrupted by work or any other distractions. It was conceivable that they could spend the entire weekend naked in bed, pausing only to sleep, eat and shower. After everything Julie had been through since her affair had been discovered, she began to feel like this is what she needed. This was what was going to set her right and get her back on track. She couldn't explain it. It was just a vague notion. But it slowly gained traction in her mind, gathering momentum as the weekend drew nearer. On Friday Julie left work early to make the six or seven hour drive to Greg's. Leaving just after lunch would get her in early enough for dinner followed, presumably, by some great sex. She stopped at Ashlee's and grabbed the things she had packed the night before. There was a bag inside her bag that she took out and considered for a moment. In that bag was some lubricant she had purchased a couple days ago. Was she really going to take it? Julie remembered the way her body had involuntarily twisted and spun out of Greg's grasp the last time he had put his cock to her ass. She remembered the other times he had mentioned it and the clammy tingling sensation that she had experienced. Could she really go through with it, if she wanted to? Did she really want to? Julie had already given so much more to Greg than she had ever given to any man, her husband included. He had turned her into his willing slut in ways she never would have believed possible. Julie still occasionally found the idea that a man could tell her to get on her knees and suck his cock unbelievable. The idea that her pussy got wet just anticipating those words, the opportunity, still seemed foreign and incomprehensible at times. Whether he had changed her or released something inside her was irrelevant. The fact was that Julie was a different woman with him. At times she barely recognized herself. Now the question of whether or not to let him fuck her ass was one she was considering in very real terms. She had lube in her hand was prepared to put it in her bag to take with her. True, she had several hours to think it over on the way. And if she decided against it, it could stay in the car. Greg would never know. But the presence of the lube, in her hand now, in her overnight bag, if she took it, was a testimony to how seriously Julie was considering taking this step. Doing yet something more for Greg; giving him that last piece of herself. It was such a premeditated thing, to bring the lube with her. Whether she handed it to Greg or not, Julie was changing her boundaries. To please him. To offer him something that he didn't already have from her. She had changed. Whether to release something buried inside or truly become someone she wasn't before, she still didn't know. But there was no denying that the resulting changes were huge and ongoing. Julie tossed the lube into her bag and zipped it up. She did have a long drive to think about it, after all. And it was a long drive. A few hours into the trip, Julie had to pull over just to get out of the car and stretch her legs. She knew she was getting closer with each passing mile and her excitement was likewise starting to build. But as much as she wanted to hurry up and get there, she had to stop and get out of the car. As she drew within an hour of her destination, Julie saw a shopping mall. She was getting achy again from sitting behind the wheel so long, so she decided to pull in. There was an upscale department store and Julie had a sudden inspiration. She waked out of the store twenty minutes later with a new silk scarf in her hand. When she was almost to Greg's house, Julie stopped one last time. This time at a fast food restaurant, so she could take a quick look at herself in the mirror before she got there. For having spent so long in the car, she didn't look too bad. She pulled out the ponytail that had held back her silky black hair for the drive and gave her head a shake. Her hair, now released, cascaded to her shoulder with a sexy disheveled look. Her clothes were a little wrinkled, but that was unavoidable. She smoothed her black skirt with her hand and tucked in her white blouse, trying to pull it tight enough to get the wrinkles out. Julie had purposely not changed into more comfortable clothes before getting behind the wheel. She knew that Greg liked to see her in her work attire. He relished taking Julie at her most professional, powerful point and reducing her to his slut. And, God help her, it made her wet too. Just thinking about it. Julie gave herself one more long look in the mirror. But instead of giving herself the once-over she intended, she wound up staring into her own eyes. She couldn't help thinking that she was staring into the eyes of a woman she hardly knew anymore. She was about to give herself to a man in every way a woman could. And not a man who was committed to her in any way. A man who could completely take her for granted. Julie wanted to believe there was something special between them, but was that really just wishful thinking? Did she really think that Greg wasn't getting laid when she wasn't around? Absurd! So how could this woman staring back at her in the mirror explain what she was willing to do for him? How deep was her desire to please him? In ten minutes she'd be at his house, in fifteen, she'd probably be on her knees for him, sucking his cock with a desperate, lusty passion. How long after that before she told him about the lube in her bag? Before she was bracing herself on her elbows, gritting her teeth as he forced his massive cock into her virgin ass? On the long drive she had tried to decide if she would really go through with it, really let Greg fuck her in the ass. Now that she was here, it seemed impossible to do it and, at the same time, impossible not to. And did it matter if she wanted to do it or not? Didn't it really come down to what Greg wanted? If he told her that was going to take her ass, then Julie was going to give it to him. Willingly. It scared Julie to look into that dirty mirror and see a woman who could be so beholden to a man. But that fear paled in comparison to the pure sexual thrill she derived from Greg's dominating presence. The bathroom door opened and another woman entered, breaking up Julie's introspection. With a last glance in the mirror, she departed. A few minutes later, she was on Greg's street, approaching his house. Her body was practically humming with anticipation. Just seeing him for the first time in weeks was enough to throw her libido into overdrive, never mind the implications of the lube in her bag. By the time she was standing on the porch ringing the doorbell, she could hardly stand still. Her body was physically restless after sitting so long. That, combined with her swelling arousal must have made her look pretty obvious. How many times had Greg's neighbors seen a woman standing on his porch this way? Almost unable to hide her body's urges? When the door opened and Julie's eyes met Greg's, she felt the awkward discontinuity of their relationship. That feeling of not knowing how familiar to be. They had been lovers so many times over, but still Julie felt like she had no claim on him, that she couldn't take for granted that they would pick up where they left off. Greg didn't seem to have an issue with it. His eyes bored into hers with his usual predatory gleam. If he felt anything had changed since she had knelt before him in her bedroom at Ashlee's, it didn't show. His gaze made her feel so exposed and so excited. He could see just how firm a hold he had on her, couldn't he? He had broken her a long time ago. He greeted her with a smile and waved her inside. There, he took hold of her and gave her a passionate kiss, one that left her gasping. "It's good to see you again," he said as Julie dropped her bag inside the door. She leaned forward and he brought his lips down to hers again, pressing his mouth firmly over hers. Their arms quickly wrapped around each other. Julie's hands sought out Greg's muscular shoulders as his fingers plunged into her soft, silky hair. Tongues intertwined and lips and teeth sucked and nibbled on each other. Julie could feel her pussy suddenly flood with warmth, her belly tighten and tingle and her nipples swell and harden. Then Greg broke the kiss and stepped back. For a moment Julie expected him to unzip his pants and order her to her knees. "Come on," he said, picking up her bag. "Let's get you something to eat. Or at least something to drink." He gave her a grin. "How was the trip out?" Was that a twinge of disappointment she felt? That he was being an ordinary guy welcoming a lady friend to his house? Julie smiled. "Not too bad," she replied as she followed him in to the living room. "Not much traffic, which was nice." Greg gestured for her to sit on the sofa then disappeared with her bag. He returned a few minutes later holding a couple glasses of wine. He handed one to her and sat beside her on the sofa. "To a good weekend," he toasted, flashing her a smirk. "To a good weekend," Julie echoed as they touched glasses. When Julie looked into his eyes, saw that smirk, she knew. She knew that she would give him the lube. Probably without saying a word. Just hand it to him. He would understand. She felt a simultaneous thrill and clammy fear ripple through her. But that was probably not going to happen tonight. Tonight would be more of what they always did together. Fucking and sucking and licking each others brains out. Some time tomorrow, maybe, when Julie was riding that wave of euphoria, she would offer Greg the final piece of her. They sipped their wine, gazing into one another's eyes for a moment. It was a long, deep moment and it stirred Julie's insides. The way he looked at her on the surface was predatory and sexual. But she sensed something under that. Something more substantial. Was it really there? Was he having genuine feeling for her? Was it love? Or was it all wishful thinking on her part? Looking into his eyes, Julie had to believe she was more to him than a fuck. She just couldn't tell how much more. Greg got up and led Julie on a brief tour of the house. It was a nice place, surprisingly well decorated for a bachelor. The bedroom in particular was tasteful and elegant. Not that she was expecting it to look like a bedroom in a frat house, but it was so much more traditional than she would have suspected. As they left it to tour the rest of the house, Julie couldn't help wonder how many women had been bedded in there. Or in the rest of the house, for that matter. She thought of her trysts with him in various rooms of his apartment and her house and smiled. Greg chatted easily with Julie as they made their brief tour. If he felt any discontinuity in their relationship, it didn't show. Of course, things were markedly different for him. He was accustomed to juggling women, never getting too involved with any of them. But the talking helped. Julie began to feel things reconnecting and the uncertainty ebb. Julie was in front of Greg as they returned to the living room. Just as they stepped into it, Greg put his arms around her and pulled her back against his muscular chest. He bent down and placed a few warm kisses on the side of her neck. Then his lips moved up beside her ear. "You drove a long way, didn't you?" he breathed. "And now you want what you came for, don't you?" Tremors shot through her body. Oh, God! Did she ever! The wetness she had felt when she first arrived returned with a vengeance. Julie Ch. 21 She could feel the swelling of his cock against her back. Any second he was going to say those words that would turn her into his slut. He rubbed his bulge against her, his mouth still poised beside her ear. It was all Julie could do not to turn around and drop to her knees. But she wanted to hear the words; have him tell her to do it. The mere anticipation was turning her pussy into a dripping furnace. She trembled again in his arms. Greg seemed to sense her impatience. He gave a little snort. "I bet you never saw this day coming, did you?" he asked in a slightly condescending tone. It was perfect. Julie quivered, a little sigh escaping from her. "You never thought a man could tell you what to do, did you? I bet you always thought women who let men tell them what to do were weak, right?" Julie moaned softly in reply. She felt him nodding. "You always thought that being strong and self-confident, having high self-esteem, was why you would never be one of them, didn't you?" These were things Julie had thought so many times. But hearing Greg articulate them with such devastating accuracy was making her knees shake. How much more proof did she need that he had mastered her completely? And that she was totally intoxicated by his mastery? "Julie," he husked and the bottom dropped out of her belly. "You're about to spend the next few days sucking my cock whenever I tell you. How does that make you feel?" "Oh, God!" Julie moaned, trembling all over. "Yeah, that's what I though," he said, and Julie could hear the smirk in his words. "You love it, don't you? You're dying to hear me tell you to do it right now, aren't you?" The truth of his words penetrated like a knife. One of his hands reached up and squeezed her breast and Julie moaned again. God, he was toying with her and God help her, she was loving it. "Julie," he breathed in her ear again, hand still kneading her large, firm breast. "How does it feel to be submissive?" "Oh, God, lover!" was all the answer Julie could manage. "You're going to spend the weekend doing whatever I want you to, aren't you?" When Julie didn't answer right away, he asked again, more forcefully, "Aren't you?" "Yes, lover," she replied, quickly and meekly. "Good. Now tell me what it is you're so desperate to hear me say." At first Julie didn't respond. Was it because she was embarrassed to say it? Or did she just want Greg to be more forceful? "What do you want to hear?" he pressed, his voice taking on a steely undertone, almost a growl. Yes, that was what Julie had wanted. Needed. "Tell me, lover. Tell me what you want me to do. To please you." Julie knew it wasn't exactly what she wanted to say. But she couldn't bring herself to tell him that she wanted to be ordered to her knees, commanded to suck his cock. Greg didn't seem to notice that she held back though. His answer was everything Julie could have asked for. "I want you," he began, then paused for effect. "To get down on your knees in front of me, take out my cock, put it in your mouth and suck it until I cum. And then I want you to swallow every drop of my sperm, lick my cock clean and thank me for giving it to you." "Yes, lover," Julie replied, her body again flushing with a passionate heat. She might never understand how words like that, spoken by a man like Greg, could elicit such a reaction. But as she turned and lowered herself to her knees in front of him, she knew she wanted to do exactly as he had instructed. Again and again. From her knees, Julie looked up into Greg's eyes. They bored down into her with a cool, dispassionate look that should have frightened her, but somehow only excited her more. With slow, deliberate motions, Greg unzipped his pants, pushed them down and slid them aside. His three-quarter erect cock was hanging in front of Julie and she could hardly believe how wet the sight of it was making her. Was it because of his words? Or the sight of that massive organ dangling in front of her, waiting for her to suck it? Or because they had a whole weekend to be together? Or because she suspected there was more to their relationship now than sex? Was it just because Greg knew exactly how to push her buttons? Julie couldn't think about it. The tempest of thoughts swirling in her head was far away, irrelevant. All her mind could focus on was the massive cock in her face. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, delighting in the way he stiffened between her lips. The oh-so-familiar feel of him swelling in her mouth, the velvety smoothness of his skin, the taste and musky odor of his manhood... Even as she began bobbing slowly, Julie knew she was going to cum. "Yeah, that's it," Greg rumbled, his hand slipping into her hair. "Suck my cock, Julie." Almost involuntarily, she began to bob faster at his words. He let out a low moan as her lips attacked his shaft with lusty passion. That moan seemed to resonate in her loins, sending a fresh flush through her midsection. Combined with his fingers sliding through her hair, it pushed Julie to the edge. "Yeah, make me cum in your mouth," he husked and an involuntary whimper escaped from her. "That's what you want, isn't it?" By way of reply, Julie pushed herself as far down his towering erection as she could. She held herself there a moment, then came up and plunged back down again. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted. She still wasn't used to feeling that way, wanting only to please, be used for pleasure. But she knew that was what made her experiences with Greg so intense. He pulled her off of his cock. Her eyes, open in surprise, tipped up to meet his. "That is what you want, right?" he asked again. Julie nodded. Greg shook his head. "No, I want to hear you say it." Julie felt the heat in her pussy as she looked up at him, flashing him her own lusty grin. "Lover," she said softly, kissing the head of his cock. "I never wanted a man to cum in my mouth..." She paused and bobbed once, deep and sensuously on his shaft. "Until you." She paused again to send her lips down his cock and back up again, pulling away with a juicy slurp. "I can't get enough of your cock and your cum." She bobbed again. "I want to feel it shoot into my mouth, coat my tongue and fill my senses with the taste, the heat and texture of it. And I want to swallow it all for you, lover. Please?" She looked up into his face as she finished speaking. Sure, she was saying that for his sake, to get him more aroused. But she wanted him to see the earnestness in her eyes. As much as it was something she said to turn him on, it was also something she truly meant. He nodded his approval and Julie at once began sucking on him in earnest. She closed her eyes and devoted herself, her lips, her mouth to his pleasure. As she sucked, he continued to talk in a low, rumbling voice. She heard him say the word "cocksucker." It was a word that was still heavily burdened with negative connotations. But somehow it wasn't a bad thing when Greg said it. Called her that. He called her a "good cocksucker" and it made her feel... almost proud, pleased with herself. It encouraged her to suck more passionately on his thick, nine-inch cock. Made her more eager to please him and she had already been quite eager to begin with. "Oohhhhh," he moaned, fingers running through Julie's silky black hair. "I'm getting close. I'm gonna cum soon." Julie felt the heat between her legs, she was so close to cumming herself. "Yeah, suck my big fat cock and make me cum!" he panted. His words, combined with the swelling of his cock that foreshadowed his orgasm, pushed Julie over the edge. Her hips bucked as she came. The strange intensity of cumming without direct stimulation caused her stomach muscles to knot and her whole body to shudder. She squealed around his thick manhood as her body flushed with the heat of her orgasm. It was several long seconds before Julie realized that she had stopped sucking Greg's cock; was just holding his thick tool in her mouth. She immediately resumed sucking him with renewed vigor. He had already been close and her renewed efforts quickly took him over the top. He groaned and filled her mouth with several big surges of ejaculate. It was a lot and it was thick and it came out fast. It almost made Julie gag, but she gulped it down with a couple hard swallows. A few more smaller jets followed, but she easily handled them, savoring the potency and the flavor of his manhood before sending them down her throat as well. Her pussy tingled with the afterglow of her orgasm as she licked and sucked away the last vestiges of Greg's seed. It was one of the largest loads he had ever shot in her mouth—perhaps the largest. For some reason that made it feel especially hot to swallow it for him. "You didn't forget, did you?" Greg asked as Julie let his glistening member slip from her mouth. At first she didn't understand, but she quickly remembered. "Thank you, lover," she cooed softly, kissing the head of his cock and looking up at him. "Thank you for giving me your cum." Her pussy flushed at the sound of her own words. It was sincere, of course. But hearing them out loud, from her own lips was still a novelty. It sounded so... pornographic. "Well," chuckled Greg softly, "I'll make sure you get plenty of it this weekend." Julie felt a little color in her cheeks at his words and her own. There was a time when she would have blushed furiously to say and hear those things. They were still not words she was comfortable with, hence the slight blush. But clearly she was getting used to hearing and saying things that the old Julie could never have imagined. It seemed like it was a boundary Greg deliberately pushed with her. He knew these were things she was unaccustomed to discussing and he seemed to delight in her reaction. No doubt as she got used to it, stopped blushing, Greg would push further. It scared her a little to wonder just how far he could push her. He offered Julie his hand and helped her to her feet. There was still some devilishness twinkling in his eyes. "Do you remember the first night you took me out to dinner?" he asked. He was smiling in a way Julie couldn't decipher. It might have been a romantic reminiscence, but that seemed unlike Greg. Julie nodded. She remembered him being very inappropriate, very forward and, above all, incredibly arrogant. If he hadn't represented a huge potential for both her company and her career, she probably would have said something rude and walked out, right? Or would she? It was so difficult to say now, after so much had changed. Had she stayed because it was a career move for her? Or had she been intrigued by that arrogance? Or, more likely, did she use her career ambitions as an excuse to endure his arrogance? "I almost had you that night, didn't I?" he asked. Julie remembered how rattled she had been on the way home. As she had stood kissing him in the parking lot, a car had driven up and distracted her, given her a moment to regain her composure. But if it hadn't? At the time, Julie admitted the possibility only briefly to herself that he might have gotten more than a kiss. Looking back now, it seemed so long ago and so different. Now it wasn't a matter of what Greg could get her to do. It was a matter of were there any limits to what he could get her to do? He had since coaxed her into sucking his cock in a car in that very parking lot. If he wanted, he could probably get Julie to put her head in his lap just about anywhere. But had he really been that close that night? It was impossible to say now. Julie just shrugged, smiled and shook her head. "I don't know, lover," she said, nuzzling against his broad, muscular chest. Greg took her by her upper arms and pushed her back so he could look into her eyes. "I think that was the moment I knew," he said. "When you kissed me back the way you did. I knew." "What did you know?" she asked playfully, her smile widening. The arrogance that should have chaffed was now familiar, comforting and a large part of the reason Julie was smiling. Greg reached to her and traced her lips with his index finger. "I knew," he replied in a low, husky voice, "that it was only a matter of time." His words send a shiver through her. It wasn't exactly a romantic recounting of their first date, but it might be as close as Greg ever got. It made her feel a little giddy. A distant part of her still insisted it was foolish to believe Greg was really falling for her; that his recollection of that night should serve as a substitute for romance. But the tingling in her body wouldn't listen. "A matter of time?" she repeated, her tone conveying a dubiousness that she didn't necessarily feel. Greg nodded, smirking. "There's something in a woman's eyes," he said, grinning devilishly at her. "When I see it," he shrugged, "then I know she can be had. That she wants to be had. I saw it in your eyes at Cavanaugh's that night." Could he really have seen something in her, Julie wondered? It seemed at once unlikely and quite probable. There must have been something in her even then, right? Something that Greg had tapped into or released or whatever. It must have been there all along. He just simply knew how to spot it in her before she knew it was there herself. "The best part," he said with a slight laugh, "is that you didn't know it and would never have believed it, right?" Julie grinned back, a little more color rising in her cheeks. "No, I definitely never even suspected," she admitted. "And even if I suspected, I wouldn't have admitted it." Not even to herself. Julie remembered the very first time she had seen Greg at the bar with the blonde woman. Even then, before anything else happened, Julie had been unable to keep her eyes from wandering back to him. Over and over. Greg had noticed it too and had come on to her in the hallway near the restrooms. Had Julie, even then, been drawn to something in Greg? Was there something in her that needed a man like him to ignite her passion and release her sexually? Had she subconsciously sensed that? Was that the reason her eyes had kept drifting back to him that night? Looking back, knowing so much more about herself now, she realized that she may very well have responded to the arrogance, the dominance, she had somehow sensed in him. "You always hated guys like me, didn't you?" Greg asked rhetorically. "The way I talked to you in the hall when you were coming back from the ladies room really rubbed you the wrong way, didn't it?" Julie nodded. She remembered very clearly how she had been quite irritated Greg's cockiness, his audacity. She had, after all been having dinner with her husband. And now? It occurred to Julie at that moment that there had never really been any doubt about whether or not she was going to let Greg take her ass. The back and forth in her mind was really just posturing, wasn't it? Before the weekend was over, she was going to have that huge cock of his fucking her in the ass. Had that now-inevitable surrender been preordained from the moment they first met? "Yes, lover," Julie said to him with a sultry smile, bending down and planting a passionate kiss on his cock. "I was definitely put off by your arrogance. By that attitude that you could have me." "You were too good for that? Above that?" Greg prodded, though his tone and expression indicated he already knew the answer. "I sure thought so at the time," Julie laughed. "But now, well... it's probably what makes being with you so hot for me." She laughed and shrugged. When it came to men and sex, there was hardly any connection left with the person she had been before; the person she always assumed she was. When she thought about herself before Greg, it was almost like she was looking at another person.