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Gillian

By: valexander



CHAPTER ONE

I’ve spent the majority of my life as a “good girl”, I’ve never lied, cheated or stole…well unless you count the time I stole gum from the supermarket…I was seven at the time.

I just turned twenty-seven and I’ve only been with three men. I got married when I was twenty-four, we divorced after only a year. I’ve dated a little since the divorce but nothing very serious. 

As good as people think I am, I do have a bad side that no one knows about. It’s something that if anyone knew I thought about they’d probably be shocked. I’m sure it’s something that a lot of women have fantasized about and some lucky women have had the opportunity to fulfill it. After years of thinking and dreaming about it I decided that this year would be the year I made my fantasy a reality!

When I was nineteen I had a boyfriend named William, we had a best friend named Ryan. I’d had a crush on Ryan since I was in grade school but he never seemed to be interested in me “that way”. 

I’ve known both Ryan and Will since kindergarten; we grew up together and we were all friends. Once we hit high school Will and I began to date. Will was my first boyfriend and the first man I’d had sex with. He was very conservative and we never experimented.

What got me thinking about this particular fantasy was something that Will said after our freshman year in college. One night while we were on summer break Will and I were hanging out at Ryan’s place (like we did most nights). We were drinking and for some reason Will made a joke about Ryan sleeping in the same bed we were going to be in. 

We all laughed and passed out a short time later. Even though it was said in passing, it got me thinking, what if Ryan was in our bed, what would happen? I was very young and naïve about sex, I didn’t know people actually had “threesomes”, I had never heard of such things. 

The seed was planted but it didn’t really sink in until Will and I broke up the following year. I was a sophomore in college at the time and my roommate, Julie, was telling me about the time she and her best friend got drunk with her boyfriend and the three of them had sex. I was shocked! I didn’t get into details with her because the thought of having sex with a woman (much less her) wasn’t appealing to me.

I thought back to Ryan and Will and wondered what could have happened if we did share a bed with Ryan. That night I had a dream; I think they are called “wet dreams” all I know is that I’ve thought about it every night since then. 

In my dream, I went to visit Ryan to hang out. After a few minutes of small talk one thing lead to another (as they often do) and we were making out in his bedroom. I had never kissed Ryan in real life but in my dream he was a really good kisser! We were kissing and letting our hands roam over each other, I remember he was hard and I had just started to unzip his pants when William walked in.

Ryan and I both jumped up and tried to play it off but the dream Will said, “Keep going, I don’t mind!”

So we started kissing again like it was totally normal. Things were advancing quickly and pretty soon we were undressing each other. My eyes were closed as he removed my bra and panties and he began to massage my breasts. 

We lay on the bed and I could feel him kissing my neck and pinching my left nipple. Next thing I felt was him sucking my right nipple, wait a minute...he’s kissing my neck!!!

I opened my eyes and there was Will next to the bed sucking my nipple while Ryan kissed my neck and pinched the other nipple. In my dream I didn’t know how to react so I just relaxed and enjoyed every minute of the two of them touching and kissing me.

I looked down at Will and he looked up at me, he came up and started kissing me and Ryan began kissing his way down to my breasts. Will kissed me more passionately than he ever had in real life while Ryan sucked and bit my nipple. I was so turned on. 

Ryan began kissing his way down my belly; he spread my legs and climbed between them while Will continued to kiss me. I felt Ryan begin to touch my pussy with his fingers as he lightly flicked my clitoris with his tongue.

I moaned and Will stopped kissing me, he looked down at Ryan licking my pussy and stood up. I watched as he began to undress, he had a hard-on. He climbed on the bed and straddled my chest. He pressed his cock to my lips and I opened them, he slid his cock in my mouth and I began to suck him. He began to slowly slide his cock in and out of my mouth while Ryan began to slide his tongue in and out of my pussy.

It was only a dream but the feeling of having a man fuck my mouth while another one licked my pussy was so erotic. I felt an orgasm building as Will began to slide his dick in and out of my mouth faster. I was moaning as I began to cum and felt Will begin to cum in my mouth.

Just as my orgasm hit my alarm went off and I woke up shaking with an orgasm. My panties were soaked as I climbed out of bed to get ready for my classes. I was so disappointed that I had to wake up. I would have given anything to be able to have that dream continue.

I had never sucked William’s prick before, in my dream it seemed totally natural to have him in my mouth fucking it with more enthusiasm than he had ever fucked my pussy in real life.

I’ve had the dream several times; if I had a boyfriend the dream would have Ryan and the guy I was dating (even if we weren’t having sex). Ryan has been in all my sexual dreams, even the ones with just one guy. I guess because he’s the one guy I always liked and never went out with.

Ryan, Will and I are still friends; we grew up together and have been there for each other even though Will and I no longer dated. Will is married now and has two great kids, his wife is a sweet girl and we all get along.

Ryan and I are still single; he’s had his share of girlfriends but never stays with them very long. I get a tinge of jealousy when he has a new girlfriend, they are always tall, beautiful, and they look like super models. I on the other hand am short and look nothing like a model, super or otherwise.

I’ve never seen Ryan naked in real life but in my dreams he has a huge dick and I find myself wondering if he does in real life as well. Some times when we are alone my mind drifts to my dreams and I catch myself staring at his crotch hoping to catch a glimpse of his package.

During college Ryan joined the military and moved to Germany, that’s when I met Raymond. Ryan had gotten engaged to a German girl and I thought for sure he’d come back with a pregnant wife.

Raymond was the type of guy a lot of girls were fond of; unfortunately for me he was fond of them as well. He had a hard time with willpower and I found him with other women one too many times. We split up after only a year of marriage.

I spoke to Ryan often while he was in Germany, he never talked about his fiancé and I never asked. We talked about Ray and his exploits and he’d tell me how I should leave him. He was happy for me when I finally moved out and filed for divorce.

Ryan came back from Germany a few months later and he wasn’t with anyone, it turns out his little fiancé had a thing for GI’s and slept with most of the men in his barracks! I have to say I was pretty happy that he was still single being that I was as well.

I don’t know why I want Ryan to stay single, it’s not like we’ve ever fooled around and he’s never given any indication that he likes me as anything but a friend. I still fantasize about him, since I have no boyfriend at the moment Ryan is my only sexual outlet and he’s always in my dreams.

CHAPTER TWO

I vowed that this year would be the year that my fantasy came true; the only problem was I had no idea how to make it come about. I began to go online and read erotica, the problem was that most of the stories involved two women and one man and I wanted mine to be two men and me! 

I finally realized it didn’t matter what the male/female equation was, it was a matter of how it happened. Well to be honest most of the stories were so far fetched I couldn’t imagine any of them actually happening to me. I came to the conclusion I’d have to be the master of my own destiny; I would have to figure it out on my own.

About three weeks later Ryan and I had gone out to dinner and a movie, as friends of course. We went to my place afterwards and shared a bottle of wine while we talked. We began reminiscing about our childhood and the goofy things we did. The more we talked the more we drank; pretty soon we were on our second bottle of wine.

I was feeling pretty good at that point and decided I would approach the subject of the night that started this whole fantasy of mine. 

“Do you remember our first summer after college?”

“Well we drank a lot that summer, it’s hard to remember much.”

I was deflated; I didn’t want to continue the conversation.

“I do remember one thing, it’s pretty much burned in my memory.” He laughed.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” I asked with renewed courage.

“I don’t know…it’s kind of stupid. I shouldn’t say anything about it, especially since we’re drinking.”

“No, it’s fine, really.”

“Why are you asking me this anyway? Is there something on your mind Gillian?”

“Yeah, but it’s…well…I mean…”

“Okay, forget it, I’ll tell you!”

I was so relieved!

“It was that one night, I doubt you remember because we were pretty drunk, Will made some lame comment about us sleeping together.”

OH MY GOSH!!! He remembered!!!! I was thrilled!!!!

“Yeah, I remember that too, that’s why I was asking.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes! It was over eight years ago but it was something that got me thinking.”

“About what?”

“About what? About that!” I was on a roll, “About you, me and Will sleeping together, you know having sex!”

“You thought about that? No way! You’re so…conservative!”

“I am? Since when?”

“Well Will always talked about how…shit, I shouldn’t say anything more!”

“Will talked about our sex life with you?”

I was shocked! We were all friends but I assumed our sex life was not a topic of discussion.

“I better go, I’ve had too much wine and I’m sticking my foot in my mouth.”

“No, don’t go! Please, tell me what he said.”

“It’s not important Gillian, you guys aren’t together anymore. Please, just drop it.”

I was getting heated by now, the wine was wearing off the angrier I got. Why was he keeping it from me? How bad could it have been?

“What was it that he said to make you afraid to tell me?”

“You want to know? You really want to know?! FINE! He said you were a great girlfriend but you were a cold fish in bed. He always said you never wanted to try anything new in bed.”

“What a jerk!”

“See, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Can we please move on now?”

“No! It’s not true Ryan! I’d always wanted to try new things, all he ever wanted was the same thing. That was why we broke up, he said he didn’t know me, I was too aggressive for him because I wanted to try something my friends had talked about.”

I could feel my cheeks flushing.

“Oh man! I’m sorry Gillian, I didn’t mean for you to get upset.”

“I’m surprised Will talked about our sex life with you at all, why would he even bring it up?”

“It was actually my fault.”

“WHAT??”

“He’d made the comment about us all sleeping together and I brought it up, about how weird that would be, me and him with you. He said there was no way you’d do anything like that because you’re not adventurous in bed.”

I laughed, I mean I really laughed, here I was dreaming about that scenario for years because Will made that comment and he said I wasn’t adventurous. 

“Are you okay Gillian?”

I managed to answer him between laughs. 

“Yeah, I’m just great!” I broke into laughter again.

“What’s so funny?”

I managed to compose myself so I could tell him.

“If he only knew! He made that comment so many years ago, I’ve thought about it every night since then!”

“You?”

“Yes, me! Boring Gillian thought of a threesome! Can you believe it?”

“I didn’t mean you were boring! I’m just surprised you’d think of something like that. Hell, I can count the number of men you’ve slept with on one hand!”

“Why does it surprise you? I realize I may not be your type but I’m sure I could find two men willing to fuck me!”

“Whoa, what’s with the language? I didn’t mean that! I have no doubt you could find two men willing to sleep with you. Wait a minute, who said you weren’t my type?”

“We’ve known each other since we were kids and you never once looked at me as anything other than your friend.”

“That’s called respect you dork! You were my female friend, it’s not right to drool all over you and make rude comments the way Will used to. That’s not me!”

I didn’t know what to say, I felt really stupid for even bringing up the entire subject now. I wished I could erase the last 20 minutes.

“You knew I had a crush on you since the fifth grade.”

“No I didn’t! You never said anything about it.”

“Yes I did, Will knew! He used to tease me about it all the time.”

“You told Will?”

“I didn’t have to tell him, he figured it out.”

“He couldn’t have known Ryan, he knew I liked you when we were kids. He told me not to bother because you didn’t like me. We were kids, I believed him.”

“What an asshole!” He was laughing, “He told me you only liked me as a friend, he said you didn’t want to hurt my feelings by rejecting me so I shouldn’t bother asking you to be my girlfriend.”

“He is an asshole!” I was laughing now.

“I was so embarrassed when he made the comment about us all sleeping together, he knew I still liked you.”

“All that time?! I can’t believe it! I only went out with Will because I figured I’d never be with you. Damn it! I gave it up to him!”

“I was devastated when you two slept together the first time. He came over the next morning and was gloating; telling me that he had popped your cherry. I almost decked him.”

“He said that?”

“Yeah, he always made crude comments about you, I never told you because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I usually ignored him, I didn’t want to hear about it.”

“I wasn’t his first, was I? He said I was but I never believed him.”

“You guys were out of high school when you had sex, of course you weren’t his first!”

“What a jerk! I think I need more wine, how about you?”

“Please!!!”

We opened another bottle and poured two very full glasses.

“Who was your first Ryan?”

“Do we have to discuss this?”

“No, I’m just curious.”

“It was Lacy, the girl I dated my sophomore year.”

“That was when we were in college!”

“I know! I was holding out.”

“Holding out for what?”

“For you.”

I almost spit out my wine!

“For me? Why?”

“I don’t know, I guess I never gave up hope that we’d be together. I gave in to Lacy about a month before you and Will broke up, talk about timing.” He chuckled.

“Was that the reason Will made the comment about us sleeping together? Because you were a virgin?”

“Yup, he could be a real jerk sometimes.”

“Tell me about it!”

We laughed and drank the rest of our wine.

“Can I tell you something Ryan?”

“Depends, is it gonna piss me off?” He smirked.

“I hope not.”

“Go ahead, I guess after everything we’ve discussed tonight it couldn’t hurt, right?”

I smiled, “Well, I still like you, I’ve always liked you and I still want to sleep with you.”

I thought he was going to fall off the sofa!

“What?”

“Oh God! Is it too late to take that back?” I was so embarrassed!

“You still like me? You’re not just drunk, right?”

“I’m not that drunk! I know what I’ve felt for the past twenty years, alcohol can’t change that.”

“I think my head is spinning.”

“There’s something else.”

“There’s more?” He looked startled.

“I want to have a threesome, with you…and well, whoever else we can get.”

“What? Like a girl or a guy?”

“A guy of course!”

“Gillian, you’ve got to be drunk!”

“I’m not! Okay I am but I’m not so drunk that I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“Why me?”

“Because it’s always been you.”

He looked at me and smiled. 

“What if I told you I liked you and wanted to be with you, what would you say?”

I blinked several times hoping the saliva would return to my dry mouth before I had to answer.

“You want to be with me?”

“What if I told you I’d love to sleep with you but not be a part of a threesome?”

“I’d be disappointed but I think I’d recover.”

“Would you still want to have a threesome?”

“I think so.”

He poured another glass of wine before he spoke again.

“Well, I’ll make you a deal. Tell me what think, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I can’t be a part of a threesome, I couldn’t share you with some other guy much less watch! I do know two guys that would be more than happy to participate.”

“What about…”

“What about us?”

“Yes!”

“What about us, we’re not a couple, you can do whatever you want before we get together.”

“Before we get together?”

“Yeah! You think I’m going to let my woman fuck two other guys?”

I didn’t know if he was serious so I didn’t say anything.

“Gillian, I want to be with you but I also want you to have what you want and I can’t be a part of it.”

“You’ve always been a part of it.”

“What?”

“In my dreams, you’ve always been the constant factor.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve always wanted to be with you I guess.”

“Okay, so you’ll have me…will you still want to have a threesome?”

“I don’t know! I’ve fantasized about it since that night but you’ve always been a part of it!”

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I don’t want our first time together to have some other guy there!”

“So why do we have to make that our first time?”

“Because when we do sleep together the first time I know I won’t want you to be with anyone else after.”

I wanted him so much! I’d been in love with him since we were kids, I didn’t want to blow my chance to finally be with him!

“I don’t need it, I’d rather have you!”

“I’ll be right back!”

He got up and went into the kitchen. I heard him talking; I assumed he was on his cell phone.

He came in the living room.

“You know my friend Jacob?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve met his roommate Brian, right?”

“Right.”

“What do you think of them?”

“Huh?”

“Well, they think you’re hot, what do you think of them?”

“They’re okay I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Well Brian is really cute and Jacob is the football player, right?”

“Yeah”

“He’s good looking, nice body.”

“Great! They’ll be here in about thirty minutes.”

“What?”

“Get ready baby, they’ll be here in half an hour!”

“For what?”

“What do you think?!”

“You’re not serious!”

“The hell I’m not! They’re on their way so get ready. I’m leaving and I’ll see you tomorrow! We’re going to lunch.”

“I can’t, I’m not ready!” I sobered up real quick.

“You will be!”

“But what about us??”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be okay with it. Have fun; I’ll call you tomorrow so we can go to lunch. Okay?”

“I don’t know about this, I’m starting to freak out!”

“Just relax, they’ll be good to you, I promise. If they hurt you I’ll kill them.”

He smiled and kissed me on the forehead.

“Have a great night Gillian, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

That was it, he grabbed his jacket and left!

CHAPTER THREE

I locked the door after him and ran upstairs to shower. I didn’t know what to wear. I selected a comfortable short cotton dress with short sleeves. I put on a pair of black lace thong panties and a black lace bra. I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair up with a clip.

I had just finished my hair when the doorbell rang. Oh no, they were here! Was this really happening to me? I was terrified; I didn’t want to open the door. Don’t get me wrong, both of these guys are really good looking and the thought of being with them was arousing but I was still scared to death.


Gillian



The bedchamber was dark. Papa thought I had already retired for the evening because I, feigning a terrible headache, had begged to be excused from him and my latest suitor. He had directed the butler and housekeeper that no one was to disturb me, upon my personal request of him. Now I lay on the fine ecru linens of my bed, half-undressed, with only a candle to illuminate me, and waited.

I was waiting for him. My dark lover, my beautiful creature of the night who came to me in this very room, who made love to me always yet preserved my innocence for the one I was to marry. I trembled in anticipation and smoothed a hand over my blonde hair, done in the latest like the Gibson Girls on fashion plates did theirs. I looked down at myself, checking my black corset and silk petticoats- both trimmed in matching Brussels lace- and my white silk-stockinged feet. He liked me like this... laying alone, nearly in the dark. His beauty cloaked in black on an island of cream linens and burgandy quilts, he called me.

I closed my brown eyes and touched my coral lips in memory of the last time he had come to me. My lips parted and an involuntary moan escaped me as I recalled his cool fingers tracing over them and down to my throat. A small scritching was picked up by my ears and my eyes flew open. Was he here already?

As I surveyed my room, I saw no sign of him. The cream tapestry curtains with their woven burgandy flowers lay still, as did the sheer rose silk panels behind them. The wooden floor held no discarded clothes but my own cobalt blue dinner dress and white gloves and kid leather button-up boots. The dark wines and golds of my bedcurtains were undisturbed. The cherry wood furniture held no handsome figure, nor was one leaning against the pink-and-sea-green pinstripes of my wallpaper. The boards of my mohair-carpeted pine floor did not creak with his weight.

Disappointed, my eyes closed again. Suddenly, a breeze fluttered a loose curl against my cheek. I called to him, my forbidden one, opening my eyes to see him standing in the frame of my now-ajar French doors that led to my balcony. It always shocked me to see him there, my room is the only one on the third story, and he was always immaculate in his appearance from his hair to his gloves, suit, shoes, and cape. Never was he mussed or ruffled, yet always on my balcony he would appear at night.

He stalked slowly into my room. He shed his cape, then his hat and gloves as he prowled towards me. I was always delighted, yet strangely afraid, of this man who walked with such power but held me so very gently. I knew I was smiling as I held my arms out to him. Faster than I could blink, I was in his arms and he was kissing me with a passion so deep I could feel my skin burn. His kisses lit me up and ravaged my body until I panted in desire and exhaustion. I could feel my skin melting off my bones and I knew that I was laid bare to him, all my secrets were his and I was his, and he and I were one forever.

Just as I was about to black out in ecstasy, he let me go and I dropped into the goose-down pillows on my bed limply. I was moaning and I knew it. He knew it was for him and because of him. His lips formed a cruel smile. He knew his power over me was complete, and I would do all he asked of me and more. He slid off of my bed and rid himself of all his clothes, standing before me naked. His height was always a shock, not many men stood a full foot above my five-foot, four-inch frame.

Motioned to him, I slid from my place of repose on the bedsheets and crossed the carpet. He turned me so my back was to his chest and wrapped his arms about me. I shivered; I knew what was to happen now. With one arm about my chest, and one holding my waist, he began to nibble and suck the sensitive flesh of my neck. I groaned lustily; he laughed at my noises. Then I felt them, the teeth, those terrible teeth that could gouge me open at a thought, but only pierced my flesh like pinpricks. They sank into my neck and I sank to the ground.

He followed my fall, pillaging my very blood, draining it from me- and there I kneeled, loving every second of the fiery bliss that ran through my veins. His hand slipped into the top of my corset, his cool fingertips brushing my budding nipples, making them pucker more. Oh, yes, my lover, I cried. I, a girl who would be among the wealthiest in the country upon my dear father's departure from this world, was reduced to begging this man for physical love with all my heart.

His low, rumbling laugh pierced my body as surely as those elongated canines. I felt it in the very core of me, where I was already more than prepared for his attentions. As his teeth left my flesh, he gave the pricks a long lick, and I knew this meant no marks would be visible tomorrow. He pulled me to my feet and undid all three layers or my petticoats. The last he slid down my legs reverently, feeling them all over as he kneeled before me. My garters and stockings he discarded after removing as well, and still upon his knees before me he kissed me.

Oh! the joy at that kiss, placed upon lips I hid from all but this one man under my skirts and petticoats and shifts! I knew that I was dripping and his groans of pleasure heightened my own as he lapped hungrily at my juices like a man deprived for years. I felt the telltale shudders of my climax wash over me again and again as his toungue snaked into my honeypot and his nose pressed and rubbed the pink bud at the top of my most intimate area.

When I thought I could stand no more, he stood and grabbed me, now wearing naught but my corset, and carried me to the bed. I knew what he wanted and I went immediately to my hands and knees. His hand slid up and down my nether-lips gathering my juices. He smeared them on the hard shaft between his legs that was pointed in my direction and came back to me for more.

His digits were manipulating me, and I was obliging his quest as I felt my creamdrip more and more with every shudder of my inner muscles. He had never taken my virginity, not really, and I loved him for that. When I married I would not be disgraced. But he made love to me another way, a way that I had grown to enjoy immensely, and I knew that it was coming. When he had enough of my honey coating his hand, he slid it along his member once more, then he shoved two fingers into my anus.

I moaned and climaxed again as he prepared me to accept his shaft. When he finally entered me I screamed into my pillows in joyous pleasure. Grabbing my hips, he stabbed into my rectum again and again. I thrust back against him with all I had, and I felt him swell inside of me. I was moaning happily into my bedsheets and gripping my pillows. Over and over his member penetrated my tight backdoor and over and over I reached orgasm in crashing waves of bliss.

His thrusts speeded and he began to fuck me, really fuck me, in earnest. There was no other word to describe his animalistic strokes and the grunts he made into my neck. His hands reached under me and pulled my breasts roughly from their hiding place in my corset. He used them to push and pull me harder on his shaft. With a loud grunt, he stiffened and came inside me. He was squeezing my breasts so hard they hurt, and I knew he had bruised them. I blacked out as he moved off of me to get dressed.

I woke later that night. My candle was burned halfway out. The room was devoid of his presence- he had abandoned me to the night again. All of a sudden, I felt a tongue on my abused little butthole. I thought he had come back. I turned, and gasped! Someone else was there, smiling at me in the semi-dark!

To be continued....



Gillian and Herbert Miller



Gillian Crowley and I met at a wedding reception for a friend of hers, Margaret Tilly; that was twenty-three years ago; we were both twenty-five and single. At any rate, I was actually a distant cousin of Margaret's. I was just adding my congrats card—with a crisp new C-note in it—to the pile of other gifts and cards, when a very pretty and sweet smelling woman doing the same bumped into me almost dropping her gift. Hers was a large box—I immediately thought microwave oven. She bumped me, excused herself, and thanked me for helping her keep from dropping her offering.

Later, seated two tables apart at the reception, our eyes kept catching each the other looking. Dinner done, a rather good band began doing its duty, and I asked her to dance. That dance led to a number of pleasant dates, and nine months later we were married—Margaret was Gil's maid of honor and Frank Cross, my best friend at the time, was my best man.

Maybe a little description of the two of us might be in order here. Gillian is slightly built and at five-eight rather tall. Her long dark hair is naturally curly and she generally wears it fluffed out and flouncy. Her butt is "oh so female" and she is inordinately proud of her very well shaped B-cups. Me? I'm right at five-seven, one-forty-five, somewhat thinning brown hair, and what Gillian describes as an interesting face—read, not really awful looking. Where Gillian tends to be playful and good natured, I'm more the serious type. I enjoy intelligent conversation and piano bars. Gillian is into partying and dancing. But, as for the dancing, she and I have both gotten into the ballroom thing and are actually pretty good at it; I just don't fool around with the hip-hop thing that she and a lot of her friends seem to also go for. And family...

Gillian's family all live on the East Coast far removed from us, and she gets along with few of them. Something to do with her mother and her uncle Charlie in times gone by. She never told me the story behind it, and I didn't push it. They were there and we were here, and never the twain should the hell meet. As for my family, except for a couple of distant cousins, like Margaret, I don't have any living relatives so it's a moot point.

For all of our twenty-three years together I would have to say we'd been happy. Sex was good, jobs were good, social life generally was also definitely good; yes, life in general was good. 

As for our jobs, Gillian became a sales agent for Mobile Phone Inc. right out of college. Her bubbly personality and gift of gab made her a very valuable asset. And me? I'm more the introspective type, as I mentioned, with an almost neurotic propensity for detail which well suited the kind of work I did for Carter Laboratories Inc., a computer software firm on the rise in an ever growing field: I'm a cost analyst, I make sure the money goes where it's supposed to go. I'd gotten my job as a result of a job fair held at state during my senior year there. Hence, economically, Gil and I were doing quite well: I was pulling down maybe $200K annually including bonuses, and Gil maybe $75K. There were pressures, of course, mostly the result of our divergent personalities and the long hours our jobs sometimes required. But, all things considered, we got on better than most.

I always felt that one of the reasons, that we'd got on as well as we had, was because my wife had trained me well to be a good husband and lover. Yes, trained me: I was so pussywhipped that anything she wanted became my focus especially when it came to sex. I did everything in my power, as I saw it, to be worthy of her. And I was no fool, I knew that most marriages went stale, sexually at least, after a relatively short period of time, six or eight years was the norm or so I believed. I was determined not to let that happen to us. I didn't just love Gillian, I adored her. And no, the fact that at an almost five inches my dick wasn't all that, never made the slightest difference to her.

We'd had no children, and it wasn't for a lack of trying. But it just wasn't in the cards. I eventually had myself checked out, and, found I had a low sperm count. Having children wasn't beyond the realm of possibility, but it was a long shot. Helluva deal.

Gil took it well, my low sperm count, or so I believed. She even did her best to console me, if that's the right way to say it. Well anyway, and life went on. That is, it went on until now. 

******

I held the one page printout in my hand. I'd read it three times and was in the midst of my fourth read through. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The words were becoming blurred by my tears. I heard her car pull up in the driveway out front. I waited.

My wife had been feeling real good for the past several weeks—no that's not right—she'd been feelin' positively ebullient! Why? There was no reason, and that was a reason for me to feel not good, or so I had begun to think. Sit around and wonder? Not me. I'd called a friend I worked with in the lab. Jiao Xu was a techie like no other; she could do anything with a computer, and the keylogger she had installed on my wife's had given up its secrets. And yes, I'd been concerned enough about things to feel the need to spy on her.

The back screen door to the kitchen slammed shut. I'd be havin' to do a little work with the tension bar to fix that. It almost made me smile. Here I was with my marriage maybe threatened and I was worried about the damned screen door.

"Herb?" You're home early," she said. I nodded. "Herb? Are you all right? You look like you're cr...."

I dropped the paper onto the kitchen table. "What's that?" she said. 

"I'm going to have to do something about that screen door," I said, avoiding her question. I was still sniffling. She picked up the sheet of bond and began to read it. Done, she looked up at me. At first she said nothing.

"It's a print out of an e-chat," she said. "From my computer?"

"Yes," I said.

"It's nothing, Herb. It's just a chat room friend I sometimes chat with. It's nothing."

"A friend? You mean Michael?" I said. "His name is Michael."

"Yes, Michael. But he's just a chat room friend. We e-com sometimes. Nothing serious, just talk," she said. "We've never met in person—really."

"Just talk. You've never met him. But, you tell him things you don't even tell me. How's that?' I said.

"Herb, sometimes—sometimes—a body needs—well someone to talk to..."

"What are husbands for, Gil? What am I chopped liver? You can't talk to me?" I said.

"Honey..."

"Gil, you have to stop this chat nonsense. Since, as you say you've never actually met the guy; well, I can forgive and forget this once. But, it has to end. I'm your husband, not this Michael guy," I said. 

I rose and headed for the back door. I would be making a point to close it more gently than she had; well, until I was able to fix it. I stopped just before going out, turned and looked back at her. She looked to be a bit down. 

"Gil, just tell the guy you're sorry, but that you and I talked about it and it can't go on. It's too close a thing to cheating on your spouse to allow it to keep on." Then I was out the door and headed for my car. I needed a drink seriously bad; The Red Barn had all manner serious drinks.

******

The name of the bartender, my bartender at the Red Barn, was fittingly—Red. And, yes, he did have red hair.

I'd gotten out of the house for two reasons. One, the more I thought about her online boyfriend, for that's how I was seeing him, the more desperate I got: one, I was mortally afraid of losing her, and two, I wanted her to have a chance to contact him while the iron was still hot, to borrow a phrase. I guess I was looking a little down. Red dropped his ever present towel on the bar in front of me.

"You look like the guy that didn't win the lottery," he said. I looked up.

"Yeah, you could say that," I said. "My wife has a friend."

"I take it you do not mean best girlfriend."

"No, it's a man. His name is Michael," I said.

"And, he's better in bed than you are, or so she thinks," said Red.

"No, no, it's not that. She's got an e-friend. You know, the chat room thing on the computer and stuff," I said.

"Chat room?"

"Yeah, chat room. She claims she never spoke to him in person, never actually met him. It's just an online romance—my words. But, she says it's no big deal, just something that makes her feel good sometimes."

"Doesn't sound too bad," he said.

"Yeah, well she tells him things that she never would tell me. I told her she had to end it. For me it's cheatin'. I know that that might be arguable in court, but it's how I feel," I said.

"Well, he can't get his hands in her pants electronically," said Red, but I do see where you're coming from. I nodded. "Do you think she will?"

"Will what?" I said.

"Do you think she'll break it off with the guy?" I looked at him and stared.

"She has to," I said. "As to that, there is no choice. Otherwise it would be a real bad festering sore in terms of our marriage. Oh no, she has to end it. She just has to."

"And if she doesn't?" he said.

"I honestly don't know. I guess that might end it for us. Let me ask you, Red, do you see it as cheating?" I said.

"I guess it is, kinda. I mean how intimate are their conversations? I mean if all they're doing is talking about sports or crocheting socks; then, no, it's not cheating. But..."

"Hmm, yeah, I see what you mean," I said. I became lost in thought. I was remembering the things I'd read from the printout of her chats with the guy. 

"Herb, doesn't think about me when we're having sex...Sometimes I could just scream the way he acts around my friends...Herb's a good guy, but he just doesn't understand me...he dresses like he doesn't care that he shames us when we go out." The list of things she'd shared with him was long. And the things he'd shared with her. "My wife is a cold fish...I haven't cheated, but frankly I'd feel justified in doing so..." He'd ended that last one with an LOL. Then, he'd propositioned Gillian, and they'd both LOLed when she'd declined his not very subtle invitation.

Oh yeah, pretty damn close to cheating. Pretty damn close!

"You okay, man?" said Red, as I resumed conscious thought.

"Yeah-yeah, I'm fine. Just a little confused, I guess," I said.

******

She was wrong of course. I did think about her and us when we were doing it. And we did do it kind of a lot, at least I thought that it was kinda a lot: twice a week. Thinking on it now, the stuff we did wasn't terribly imaginative, but it seemed to satisfy her, and it definitely did me? But, then again, maybe not her after all. What she'd said to the other guy—well—maybe not her.

I pulled into the drive and turned off the engine. I sat there staring at our front door. My stomach was roiling and I was almost on the point of puking. My conversation with Red kinda cleared my thinking some. I'd be talkin' to her. I'd be findin' out what else she'd been talkin' about with this e-friend of hers. E-friend? Helluva time we were livin' in. The old rules weren't the only rules anymore. I had to wonder what Dear Abby would've been sayin' about this e-stuff. I smiled at that. Dear Abby had an opinion on damn near everything.

I saw there was a light on in the kitchen. I could smell tea brewing. I looked at the clock on the living room wall: it was 1:00AM. She was still up. She looked over at me when I came in and sat down.

"I chatted with him," she said. I looked at her and she came to me with a cup of the tea.

"How did he take it?" I said. She looked at me with sad eyes. 

"Herb, I'm not going to stop chatting with him. He—I don't know—he fills a need that I have, and I don't want to stop. I hope you can find it in your heart to try and understand. I need him for what he can do for me. You know, be a sounding board for my thoughts. A sounding board where there is no judgment, where there are no bad looks or bad vibes. Please, do try to understand," she said. "Herb, what he and I talk about doesn't change a thing about the way I feel about you, about the way I love you, my husband. It is completely separate from us. Please try to understand."

I just looked down. It was the worst moment of my life. I had no words. Her take it or leave it decision, and that's what it was, left me no room to maneuver. It very much looked like the end of our marriage. But was I over reacting? I knew that many would say that I was. But...

"I told him how you felt. He offered to stop chatting with me, but I told him no, that we would still be able to chat. I told him I would talk to you, reason with you, to not come between..."

"Come between the two of you?" I said, finally. She looked down. "Does it matter to you that he is coming between us? Because he is, Gil."

"Herb, he is not coming between us. He is outside of us," she said.

"I don't see it that way, Gil. You are being emotionally intimate with him at least that's the way it appears to me. Can you say you are not, can you honestly tell me you are not being intimate with this Michael guy in an emotional sense?" I said. She actually swallowed and looked away.

"It's a different kind of relationship that I have with him. It's most like one I might have with a close girlfriend. I do tell him stuff, but it is only..."

"It's hard when you feel you've been replaced, Gil. And, that is exactly how I am beginning to feel." 

"Oh, now wait a minute, mister Herbert Miller! You are not being replaced. Far from it. If anything, Michael is helping us," she said.

"Now you wait a minute, missus Gillian Miller, we've been married twenty-three years. And, I don't want to see us ended because of some kind of computer love affair. And I very much fear it could happen. But, that said, I'm not ready to just trash our marriage and say sayonara. So, this is how it's going to be. In the end you're going to have to choose between your other man and me. Again, it's going to be your choice. I will give you a little time to make up your mind. But, while you are making it up, your mind that is, I won't be here. I'll be moving out tonight, now. I have my cell and you know the number. Call it when you decide what you're gonna do."

I rose, took a sip of the tea I hadn't so far touched, looked her in the eyes, and went upstairs to pack a few things. She stared at me in disbelief, but she didn't move or say anything.

I came downstairs and she was standing at the foot of the stairs waiting for me.

"You're really going to do this. You're really leaving," she said. She was still, I was sure, not quite believing her eyes and ears.

"I'll be back as soon as you decide that what you and I have is worth more than your dalliance with this Michael guy. I mean if that is what you decide. If not, this is the last you will ever see of me. I love you, Gil. But, I do not share my wife with any man on any level."

"Herb..." But, I was gone. Sick at heart, but I was gone.

******

Her fingers were tapping a tattoo on the booth's table as she waited for her visitor, a visitor that she had never before laid eyes on: Michael Waring. Denny's was a good place for coffee, she mused, an excellent place, actually.

She saw him coming through the restaurant's entrance: he was wearing the identifying Stetson that he had told her he would.

He saw her looking directly at him; her look identified her to him. "Missus Miller, I presume," said the man, as he took his seat. She nodded. She smiled; he was a handsome man, just as she'd pictured him: tall, dark hair and kinda unruly, and flashing eyes.

"And you are Mr. Waring, I hope," said Gillian.

"Not the best of circumstances for a first in-the-flesh meeting," said Michael.

"No, not the best. Michael, Herbert has left me. He thinks that what you and I have—well I mean..." She started to break down.

He had taken the seat opposite her, and now, reaching across, he covered her hand with his. "Gillian, he'll come around. And, my offer to stand aside still stands. If that's what it will take to save your marriage, it's a no brainer. We have to end our friendship if it means that much to him, really to the two of you. I understand that; and, I am ready to do so, painful though it will be for me," he said. "Oh, and you are quite pretty. I had pictured you being pretty, and you are."

"Thank you for the compliment, Michael," she said, "and, yes, it would be painful for me too for us to never chat again. Herb just has to understand that there is nothing bad about what we've been doing. He just has to. 

"Mike, I do not want to end our little chat thing. It works for me, helps me; you help me. There is nothing bad in what we do," she said.

"Gil, I will follow your lead in this. Maybe we should meet for lunch again tomorrow to see where things are at. Maybe..."

"Yes, okay. I'm good with that. Here?" she said. 

"No the Tocadero Arms, it's where I live. And it's only a mile from your workplace at Mobile-Phone," he said. She looked up at him.

"Really. I guess I never realized how close we were to each other geographically," she said. "Convenient."

"Yes, I guess so," he said. The talk wound down after some little bit, and then he was gone. 

After he left, she realized that she had never told him where she worked, but, he knew. She put it out of her mind; she must have told him at some point; she just didn't remember.

******

I could see her waiting for me, when I got off work; she was just outside the main entrance. Well, so much for my pronouncement that she wouldn't see me again unless she'd done a one-eighty on her decision not to end it with this Michael guy. Well, then again, maybe she had.

My place of employment, Carter Laboratories Inc. is a quasi-private research firm specializing in nano-technology and software of the kind used by large commercial organizations like banks and heavy industrial. I'm a financial analyst responsible for making sure that the requirements of both our private and federal grants and MOUs are adhered to. It's important work, and I knew Gillian had always been proud of me. Too, she was thrilled with the pay and benefit package my job commanded, which added to her own, had us all but on easy street. But now, I was all but certain that she was there to continue her campaign to convince me to go along with her reasoning that her little chat sessions with this Michael guy were no threat to me.

She stared at me from ten feet away as I exited the building. It was 5:10. She was dressed to the nines; again, I didn't have to wonder what her pitch was going to be. She was wanting to talk, to take another shot at me.

"Herbert?"

I'd been walking and talking to a colleague. "Go ahead on home, John, I'll see you tomorrow," I said, turning my attention to my wife.

"Okay," said John, glancing past me to my very pretty wife. "Hey, Gillian, You look great," he said, as he strode off. She smiled and nodded her appreciation of his remark.

We waited for my coworker to put some distance between us.

"Why are you here, Gillian? You decided to keep me? To lose the other guy?" I said. "If not you're wasting your time."

"Herb, I need to talk to you. I realized after you actually left—and I still can't believe you actually did that—that I had done a very bad job of explaining things and kinda left you no room to, well...I was unfair. Please, let's sit down somewhere that serves decent wine and talk. Okay? Whaddya say?" I stared at her for a long moment. I couldn't imagine myself agreeing to what she wanted, especially knowing the way she'd talked about me. But, we did have a long relationship. I guessed I owed her another shot at the least.

"You follow in your car. We may not be going to the same place when we're done, but if you want," I took a deep breath, "I guess we can talk," I said.




Gillian and Herbert Miller



"Thank you." We each headed for our cars. 

******

The Calaboose was my second most favorite watering hole after the Red Barn. It had the added virtue of really good chili. Plus the bar girls actually made one want to commit crimes against the sixth commandment; well, but we, or at least I, never did. Plus the red pinot noire was pretty good. I'd half-finished my first glass before she said word one. I was about to take another sip when she finally did.

"I guess maybe I should start since I called this little sit down," she said. I nodded. "You—you probably know that I talk--chatted with him again today." I nodded. And, yes, I caught her almost slip of the tongue.

"As I have sometimes in the past, I asked for his advice," she said. "You know, about all of this." I nodded again. I waited. It was her show.

"He said I was crazy to risk my marriage over what he and I have," she said.

"He's right," I said. She sighed.

"Herb, if I were talking to a psychologist, you wouldn't have any problem. Would you?" she said.

"No, but you wouldn't be getting emotionally involved with a professional," I said. I remembered what Red had said. "Look, Gillian, if you were talking sports or about your latest crochet masterpiece; well, there'd be no problem if that was all it was. But, all the smack about me? And the other stuff? Go ahead and justify that shit if you can." She was silent for a moment.

"Herb—well—I was getting even with you. I shouldn't have been. And a lot of it was over the top, the words I mean. They were uncalled for," she said. I think my mouth was hanging open.

"Getting even with me! What the fuck for!" I said. "What the fuck did I do for chryssakes?"

"Frankly, Herb, much as I love you, and never doubt that I do; you've done a lot of stupid stuff," she said.

"Like for instance?" I said. I was a little miffed.

"Most of the time when we go out, you'd dress for comfort but never for me; you know, to make me proud. You just don't seem to care that a woman needs to feel proud of her man. Or we go to family or friends' do's and you drink too much and make an ass of yourself never caring how it makes me feel or makes us look as a couple. And, the worst, Herb, you hardly ever show me any affection anymore, not publically for damn sure. We cuddle a little at night, but that's about it. And the sex? Well, let's just say, that of late it ain't exactly been all that fucking wonderful. There's more, Herb, but you get the idea," she said.

"Last night when we had our conversation about my chatting with Michael, you mentioned that you thought that I should have been talking with you about the things—well—that I needed to talk about. Because you're my husband, you said. I've tried, Herb. In the past I've tried, and you always blew me off. So, I stopped trying," she said.

I sat there staring at her. "Gil! I never meant to blow you off any time," I said. "I'm sorry if I did. But replacing me is not the way to get even with me or to fix things between us. Not even."

"Herb, you're a man. Men—most men— don't think; they just want; they just seize the moment! So long as you can fart, and swear, and down the next shooter; well, then your satisfied. You've demonstrated your macho manliness. Well, some women, and I'm one of the some, need a little more than that from their guy, Herb, sorry, but it's true."

I looked at her. "And, this Michael guy, isn't like most men, I take it," I said.

"I don't really know. But no, not on the chat wire," she said. "Having him to chat with allows me a way to vent. I don't know, I guess it helps, helps me." I nodded.

"Gil, this guy Michael, as much as I am beginning to understand where you're coming from, and, maybe what you need; I have to say that I feel threatened by him. I know what you said. But, how can I be sure that I won't come home some night and hear you ask for a divorce. 

"Herb, that is just not going to happen. I promise you. And besides, he's married too. If that makes a difference," she said.

"Okay, Gil, I'm real antsy about this thing, but I guess as long as you never meet in the flesh..."

Her look? It could have been my imagination, but her eyes seemed to dart away for the briefest of moments. But then, she tendered me a reassuring smile. I let the look slide. 

"Herbert Miller, I'll say it again, you will never lose me, not to Michael, not to any man. And, share me? You're not, not in any real sense of the word. I love you too much for any of that. It's just that, well, I need this little chat thing on the side. 

"Herb, I promise you won't regret it. Girl scouts honor," she said, and she raised her hand and proffered me the girl-scout salute. 

"Gil, I won't pretend to feeling good about it, but I guess you deserve to have your little chat room thing. So, okay, so long as you never get physical with him, start meeting with him face to face, well, I guess I can live with it," I said. There was that look again; but also again, she smiled broadly. She came to me.

"Mister, tonight you are going to be rewarded and that big time. And a lot of other nights too," she said. "You and I, big boy, are going to be getting our act together," she said. "Let's get out of here." The ride home was quiet, but she sat close to me and let her hand rest on my thigh as we drove. We'd left her car in the lot to be retrieved later.

At home, we wasted no time getting inside. She took me by the hand and led me toward the stairs. I wasn't sure how I was feeling about things; but I was currently, and for the moment, in her thrall. I'd made her happy, and she seemed determined to make me happy, not him, not for the moment at any rate.

We slowly undressed each other; then, stood slightly apart staring into each other's eyes. She was beautiful and slender and delicate and female and absolutely in ownership of my heart. I hoped against hope that this might be the beginning of something very good for us—especially for me. At our twin ages of forty-seven, and near twenty-three years of marriage; we'd gotten a little stale; I knew that now. But, maybe things could change. Maybe she'd been right about her chat thing being good for the both of us.

I reached for her and gently kissed her, no tongue, not yet, just softness. She leaned into me and her hardening nipples made me know she was ready for me, ready to give herself to me. There was nothing ambiguous in her eyes now, no darting eyes now: she wanted me. And oh my God how I wanted her.

She led me to the bed and lay down on it, her legs splayed wide for me. There is something almost divine about a woman willingly surrendering to her man. I realized at that moment what was meant by the phrase "forsaking all others." It meant these kinds of moments could be shared only between spouses. Her chats would never be anything like this. Michael, whoever he really was, could never have this, not in some virtual chat room. As I lowered my face to her mound, I felt myself accepting her reasoning about the chat thing; I no longer felt challenged by it.

Sliding up her body I kissed her. I probed her slit with the head of my cock and pushed. I slid in easily. She rose to meet my thrust and then she was impaled and I was screwing her. She mooed and moaned and shivered when she came. I knew she wasn't faking it. The look on her face was stunning. I'd not seen that look before. She looked—what—frightened? She stiffened and saliva dribbled from the side of her mouth as a cataclysmic spasm seized her. I reached my own climax not but seconds behind her. I felt guilty: I suddenly felt sure it was the first time that I had ever given her an orgasm. In twenty-three—years! I held her and comforted her because she was crying.

She reached for a tissue on the night stand by the bed. "I love you, Herb. That was wonderful."

We weren't done. We rested for a little while, and then, rolling her over, I took her once more from behind. I think she had a smaller orgasm that time too; but, I wasn't sure. We slept.

******

Our sex life was energized. We did it at least once every night for that next week. But, we didn't seem able to quite recapture the thrill of that first moment the week before. She, for her part, was very giving. I was getting my first blow jobs in a long time, and she was initiating sex as often as I was. For my part I was doing my level best to pleasure her. I knew, almost as an absolute fact, that I had been able to get her off at least one other time during that ensuing week. She seemed satisfied. That, the way I saw it, was both good and bad. 

She seemed satisfied but not thrilled, not excited to be making love to me. I hoped I was just being paranoid, that I was wrong. I didn't want to believe she was just allowing me mercy fucks. Sex for the sole purpose of keeping "me" satisfied so I wouldn't rain on her chat room activities. But, I just couldn't shake the feeling. And, on another level, the full realization that for our entire married life, I had failed her sexually. My guilt at that probable reality stunned me and sickened me. The time would come when I would be getting down on my knees and begging her forgiveness for my selfishness, but not yet.

In the weeks immediately following our excellent night and the rest of that first week, things did gradually slow down. We went from doing it anywhere from three and four times a week to as little as once a week by the time a couple of months were in the books: fewer, actually, than before the big blow up. She didn't seem to realize it either; or, realize that I did.

As for her chatting, it didn't come up. I was sure she was doing it, chatting; but she was clearly at pains to not be rubbing my nose in it. I was glad about that, but in truth I was somewhat concerned about it too. I had only checked the keylogger a couple of times during that two month stretch; I'd found nothing objectionable. She must have known that I had a way into her computer. I had, after all, handed her that printout a couple of months past; she was being careful, and so must he have been. 

******

He got up from the divan where they had been sitting side by side. He put his stem-glass down on the coffee table and reached for her hand to help her up.

They faced each other. "He still in the dark?" said Michael, as she stood in front of him, hands on his shoulders.

"Yes. Not a clue," she said.

"You know," said Gillian, "since that first lunch, and the lunches since and our meetings here," she indicated their current surroundings: his living room, "Herb hasn't even brought up our—chatting. Sometimes, I think he wants to, but he never does.

"We do need to keep up the chatting though or he might get suspicious. I love the guy, and I don't want to lose him, but..." she said.

"Yes, I know what you mean. You love him, and we both love you. 

"Gillian, I need to ask, are you taking care of him—well, you know," he said.

"Fucking him? Yes, I am. At least once a week. Less than that would raise red flags real quick," she said.

"That's all! Once a week? You and I do it three and four times a week. You need to up his quota a bit, Gillian. A man, any man, married to a woman like you cannot possibly be satisfied with once a week," said Michael.

"It's hard. I dare not be giving him sloppy seconds, and I need at least one down day after you do me because of the size of your cock. He'd know in a heartbeat, that I was fucking you, if I came to him all loose and stretched out. I need time to close up a little," she said. 

"Yes, I see what you mean," he said. "Well, I guess he stays on short rations then."

"Sometimes I wish we hadn't had those lunches. It would have made things a lot less complicated," she said. "I know it was my fault as much as yours, and I do love that oversized penis of yours, but, I do not want to lose my husband; and, well, and things are just so complicated."

"Yes, and even with all of the problems I am having with Doris; well, I don't need a divorce either. She's a great wife except for the sex part. She's always gone on her business trips and when she's home she is way too worn out to give me all of what I want and so desperately need," he said.

******

"Honey, could you get the drinks from the frig?" she called to me. We kept the beer and the wine—the wine that needed to be kept chilled at least—in a small frig in the service porch. The service porch was actually the laundry room. It was fairly large and the two dirty clothes hampers, a his and hers, were there. 

Pulling a Heineken for me and a small bottle of white wine for her, I noticed a pair of her panties on the floor between the dryer and the hamper. I picked them up to put them in the hamper where they belonged. I didn't recognize the sexy pants but I immediately recognized the encrusted stains on them: semen, cum, and it wasn't mine.

"Honey, did you get lost?" she said, coming back to where I was. I was in a state of shock with my back to her. I turned and handed her her stained panties.

"I found them on the floor. You might wanna put them in the hamper," I said, my voice level and emotionless. Her face lost almost all of its color. I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I'd left the beer and wine on top of the refrigerator. She brought them in with her.

For the next little while nothing was said between us. She served us our dinner and handed me my beer. We ate and I did my level best not to meet her eyes. I was having trouble holding back the tears. My heart was stone cold and—something.

"Honey, I can explain," she said. I finally looked up. My efforts to hold back the flood were fast failing.

"I can too," I said.

"Huh?" she said.

"I can explain. You're fucking him. It's Michael isn't it," I said. She didn't respond.

I continued to eat. "The stew is very good," I said. My mind, my soul, my life were in a swirl. I didn't know what to do or what to say. In time I would: tomorrow, the next day, but not right at that moment. No, not right at that moment.

She apparently felt the same way: she said nothing. Dinner done, we cleaned up the kitchen together as usual and headed for the stairs and to the bedroom. It was surreal. We undressed like we did every night. She slipped beneath the covers with only her panties on; me in only my skivvies, just like always.

For a while we just lay there. I guess she was lost in her own thoughts; I know I was in mine. She turned toward me and reached for the front of my underpants. She squeezed my cock, and yes it—I—responded. I did nothing to object to her fondling me. She pulled it out and slid down my body taking me in her mouth; I let her. She sucked for a long time; I exploded in her mouth; she swallowed it all. She slid back up, kissed me on my shoulder, and spooned against me. She wrapped me in her arms while for my part I began to tear up, again. Did I say surreal?

"We'll deal with it tomorrow, Herb. We'll be fine. I promise." Somehow, I was able to sleep. Tomorrow was Sunday; it would be a trying day. Why wasn't I up in arms? Why wasn't I kicking her cheating ass to the curb? I didn't know. I honestly did not know what to do. Maybe, it was because I wasn't really surprised; maybe, deep down, I had expected it. But in truth, I really didn't know. I would wait to see how things worked out tomorrow. I needed to sleep. I did.

******

The light filtered through the blinds and woke me. I was alone in bed. I could smell the bacon sizzling in the kitchen below. I rolled out of bed, pee'd, pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts; I'd shower and clean up later. I headed downstairs. Odd, I wasn't worried. I wasn't insanely angry or jealous. Was I losing my mind? As I neared the kitchen, I heard her on the phone. I decided to hang back and hear what I could hear.

"Yes, he's discovered us...No, no blow up no craziness, anger...I don't know...Yes, he and I are going to be talking soon, maybe after breakfast...I don't know; I don't want to lose him, but I don't want to lose you either...Yes, maybe tomorrow not today; he needs me today...today will be for him...Thank you for that...Yes, we may have to cool it for a while...Okay, I have to go; he'll be down before too long...Goodbye...Love you too." She hung up.

"Morning," I said. "That him?" She paled a little, gathered herself, and tendered me a sympathetic look. "Did I hear you right? Today will be for me, I mean not him?"

"Herb, what's going on? Aren't you angry? Why aren't you angry, something? What's going on? You're scaring me," she said.

I slid into my usual seat. "Going on? You tell me. You said you loved him? Oh, and I don't mean to scare you?" I said.

"Yes," she said. "I explained to him that..."

"Yeah, I know, that I'd discovered your secret," I said. She looked down.

"I didn't want to hurt you," she said. "I love you."

"And him? Do you love him? I heard you say you did," I said. She spun around cloaking her face from me. She turned back to me.

"In a way, I guess I do," she said. Apparently she'd decided to be honest. In some strange way I found that, not comforting, but—refreshing. She'd been sneaking around, fucking another man, falling in love with another man, and I found her remarks refreshing; go figure. At any rate I wasn't quite old news yet though I had to think that it was just a matter of time before I was. I had to do something if I was going to save my marriage, I mean if I even wanted to. Did I? The only thing I knew for sure was that I was scared.

"Thank you for being truthful. It hurts, a lot, what you're doing, but it would hurt more if you lied to me on top of it all. I mean the cheating is bad enough, but to pile lies on top of it would make things infinitely worse.

"I heard you say that today was for me. Was that a true thing?" I said.

"Well, yes, of course it's true. But—Herb—what's going on. What are you thinking? Why are you acting this way? What are you going to do?" she said.

"Truthfully? Long term, I don't know. But if today is really for me; well, I'm going to make the most of it," I said. She was becoming very disconcerted. She didn't know what to say or how to react. I guess I was being very—what—obtuse? Something.

I watched her piddle around in the kitchen for a bit. Soon breakfast was on the table: oatmeal and eggs. I liked oatmeal and eggs. I figured she was trying to win me over: kind of a play on that old cliché, the way to a cuckold's heart was through his stomach.

Breakfast over and the dishes cleared, I went to her and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm going upstairs and clean up," I said. She nodded.

"I'll be up in a few minutes," she said.

"I was in the shower soaping up when she, unannounced, joined me. God she was beautiful.

"Rinsed off, she got down on her knees right there in the shower, and took me in her mouth. Two blow jobs in less than twelve hours; it'd never happened before. She swallowed.

"I wanted to get the first one out of the way, lover. I need you to last a little longer this morning. She was still fondling my almost five-inch gun; she seemed to be staring at it.

"It ain't much," I said, reading her mind. "But, it's all I brought with me today," she looked a little—caught—I guess would be the word. "He's bigger, huh?"

"It's not about cock size, and this is your day, our day, my husband. Forget about him and come on." She led me by my cock into the bedroom. Pushing me back on the bed, she lay on top of me grinding her pussy into my already re-hardening cock. I rolled on top of her and took her. I took my time and made slow sensitive love to her. I figured, that if I couldn't thrill her with the size of my cock, that I could at least go for the most loving category, the most sensitive trophy. I was able to last some little time, and she was able to get off maybe twice; me once, another record for me, us: I kinda surprised myself. I mentally congratulated myself: getting her off was major the way I saw it. I hoped it would mean something long term for us now that I knew just how awful a lover I'd been for twenty-three years.




Gillian and Herbert Miller



We lay satisfied—for the moment.

Dressed I headed for the yard and she headed for the laundry. When she did, I thought of the panties I'd found the night before; I began to tear up again. I'm not sure whether she noticed or not.

I knew she'd be calling him at some point. I wondered what she'd be saying to him. 

I did some little backyard gate repairs, and came into the house through the kitchen door. She was just hanging up. I wondered if it was him or maybe her sister Marlaine. I didn't ask. She looked at me; she didn't look guilty, maybe it was her sister.

"You done out there?" she said.

"Yes. Just have to put away the tools. Why, whatcha got?" I said. 

"No, nothing. I was just wondering," she said. "It's Sunday. I thought maybe we could go for a drive. You know do something together. Maybe go out to eat?" 

"Yeah, we could do that. I do want to maximize my day," I said it without any sarcasm, kinda matter-of-factly, she frowned.

I wheeled us out onto the highway and toward the nearby foothills we used to hike when we were a bit younger. She moved over next to me and laid her hand on my thigh; it was all it took to alert my little head. I looked over at her and she smiled.

"It doesn't have to hurt us at all," she said. "He's outside of us." She smiled. I nodded but didn't smile. I still didn't know what I wanted to do. I still didn't know why I was delaying doing or even saying anything very meaningful. I just drove. After some little time, I pulled into a stand of sycamores and parked; there was no one else nearby. She got out and went to get the little picnic basket she'd prepared for us. I spread the blanket out that I always kept in the trunk for situations like this.

We ate a little and drank a bit of wine that I'd brought along. Finished, we stretched out on the blanket and let the waning sun warm us. It felt good. For some moments my troubles and my situation seemed far away. It couldn't last.

She rolled on top of me and kissed me deeply. "He never gets this, just you," she said.

"Could we not talk about him today?" I said. "It's my day. I don't want to share it another man. Would that be all right?" She became pensive.

"Yes, that would be fine," she said. "I just meant that you are always number one, make no mistake." I gave her a look that she, for some reason, didn't like.

"Herb, forget him. This is our day, your day," she said. My turn to comment.

"I'm trying to, but you keep bringing him up," I said.

"Okay, okay, I was just trying to let you know that you're number one that's all," she said.

"But, I have to share don't I. I have no choice if I want to keep you, do I?" I said. My cock which had been hard shrank in my pants. She noticed. She reached for it. For the first time in our married life, she was unable to bring it to life. A sadness at my situation and at her efforts to placate me overwhelmed the both of us. 

"My God, I am so sorry," she said. I rolled away from her.

"It's getting late," I said. "We have to get going."

"Herb," she said. "I didn't mean to upset you. It's your day. Come on, let me help you out." I swallowed almost choking on my own spit. 

"No, we should go. It's okay, but we should go," I said.

We packed up and began the drive back to the house. It was 6:00PM when we finally pulled into the drive. I'd been able to calm down some on the drive. Why me, I mentally asked myself. What did I do to deserve to be her cuckold? Of course the answer to that was manifold, and I knew it. My less than average skills as a lover and of course all of the other things she'd laid on me those many weeks ago now.

Once in the house, she ran up the stairs telling me she'd be a few minutes. I shrugged.

I was in the kitchen when she came down. She was naked except for her high heels. "Got something for me in those pants, mister?" she said. I wasn't in the mood, not really, but seeing her like that my little head betrayed me, or maybe under the circumstances encouraged me was the more accurate appraisal of my situation. I went to her and pulled her to me and kissed her. I didn't say anything; I just led her out into the front room. I took her missionary on the floor; I could see her trying to make it good for me, and that in itself all but ruined it for me, and I am sure for her. At that moment, in spite of her protestations to the contrary, I knew; I knew we were over. Thoughts of her and her Michael tormented me even as I drained my cum inside of her. She didn't climax. I apologized.

"It's okay, my husband. It's okay. It's hard to make a woman cum by screwing her. We make it sometimes, and that's good. Okay? Right?" she said. I forced a smile and just headed for the shower. As I washed the smell of sex off of me, I knew I'd likely be the topic of conversation between her and him, and it bothered me; it bothered me a lot.

*******

She lay exhausted beside him, more than satisfied. His cock always satisfied her. His dong seemed twice the size of her husband's not quite five inches. Her husband, yes, faithful and hardworking Herbert. She loved him still after all of the years, but she needed Michael too. Did she love the man lightly snoring beside her? Probably, in a way. She let her gaze wander down to his flaccid cock: it sure was big, even after three go 'rounds. 

They'd been at it virtually since he'd arrived six hours earlier. Herbert at work and Michael at work on her. She'd had to take a sick day to meet with him. The thought brought a wan smile to her countenance. But, then she frowned. What was Herbert up to? He'd discovered her—their—indiscretion, but he had not reacted as she had thought he might. He was still loving, a little disappointed she was sure, but still loving and still calm; that was the word, calm. Ironically, it was her Herbert's very calmness that worried her.

The man beside her stirred. "Hmm, how long have I been asleep?" he said. "What time is it?"

"Maybe an hour," she said. "And, it's a little after 3:00." He yawned.

"I guess I better get dressed and get going," he said. "Was it good for you?"

"You know it was," she said. "But, yes, you need to get home. Herb'll be home in a couple of hours and I have to clean the place up some. Plus you have to get home to your wife. She's coming home tonight?"

"Yes, she's coming in on the 9:00PM out of Dallas. 

"But on another subject: I thought you said he knew about us and was okay with it?" he said.

"No. What I said was that he knew about us and wasn't going all crazy on us. He is being calm and loving. He for sure doesn't like us doing it, and he's hurt, but he's apparently resigned to it. But, that doesn't mean that I'm—we're—going to be rubbing his nose in it. I refuse to do that to him; he's a good man. It's just that he's not all that in the love making department. He tries, and he's been better lately than in the past; but that said, he just doesn't have what it takes, and there's not much hope he ever will," she said.

"Yes, I see what you mean. I don't want to be rubbing his nose in it either; he might not react well to that at all. I sure as hell wouldn't. 

"Gillian? You don't think he's got something going that you—we—don't know about, don't expect?"

"No. No, I don't think so. He's just trying his best to come to grips with the fact that he's a cuckold. He's hurting, and at times I can tell he's about to cry; but to his credit, he sucks it up and acts like the man he is. He'll settle down and accept his status soon. I know it's hard for a man; you know, the male ego being what it is and all. 

He rolled over toward her on the bed and kissed her. "Well, like we said, I better get out of here so that you can do what you need to do," he said. "Besides, Doris will be expecting me to be up to snuff; that is, if she's not too tired or in one of her moods. Being financially independent has its downside. She'd kill me in a divorce. Her dad's a divorce attorney. I don't recall if I ever told you that," he said, laughing at his own words.

"No you never did," she said. For some reason, what he said sparked a memory of something else he'd said: Oh yes, his mentioning where she worked when she had never told him anything about her job, at least not up till that time. She had an uneasy feeling. She put it out of her mind.

******

I leaned against the hallway wall and listened to them, and I "didn't" suck it up; I sobbed instead, just like a little boy. I was quiet about it, but I did sob. I could hear him donning his clothes. I headed for the dinette. A shot of brandy would be useful right now; now, this last few minutes of my marriage to Gillian Miller nee Crowley. 

I was actually on my second shot when I heard them coming downstairs. They were talking kinda low, but I did manage to hear them saying some stuff about me.

"Well, make our little cuckold as happy as you can. Neither of us needs the kind of grief that he can unload on us if he decides he isn't loved," said Michael Waring.

"I will," I heard her say, "and make no mistake, Michael, Herbert is loved. I mean I won't be just trying to make him believe he is; he is. Get that. I love you too, but in a different way. Okay?"

"I understand. I misspoke," he said. "I know you love the guy. And, I think that's great. I misspoke."

They came into my view when they reached the bottom of the stairs. They embraced and looked into each other's eyes. He smiled; she smiled; and then he saw me.

"Oh shit," he said. She gave him a quizzical look; then, following his gaze, she saw me.

"Oh my! Herb, how—how long have you been here?" she said. I looked up and took another sip of my drink. I didn't respond. I stood, lifted my drink, and was about to take another sip but changed my mind. I looked over at them, looked down, up again, and hurled my shot glass, still half full, as hard as I could at the wall. It shattered into a million pieces.

"Herb! Please! Please stop. It isn't what you think. I love you!" I just snickered. 

"I'd been willing to try, Gil. But no more. I wanted to try, but no more. In our marital bed, Gillian! In our marital bed! The two of you have no shame? No shame and no limits. I refuse to be—your little cuckold, I think is how this man of yours referred to me, Gillian. I'm a man, your husband, a human being, not your little cuckold. I refuse, Gil, I refuse. I will file tomorrow," I said. I walked past them and headed upstairs to pack.

"Herbert! Please, stop for a moment," she said. She turned to her lover.

"Michael, you better go," she said. "Herbert and I have things to talk about."

"Yes, I understand. I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

"Just go, Michael. I'm going to be very busy. Please, just go," she said

She came upstairs and watched me for a moment as I packed some necessaries. "You're leaving me?" she said. "After all of these years after all we've meant to each other? You're leaving me."

"You left me, Gillian, not the other way 'round. I warned you that this e-chat thing was going to hurt us, but you decided to go behind my back anyway and meet with the man knowing how I felt about it. Then, after I discovered you, even then, I tried to deal with it; and you have no idea how hard that was for me, I mean to be your de facto willing cuckold; you made the unilateral decision to bring him into our house and fuck him in our marital bed! You broke my heart, Gil; you broke my heart. I will be a long while getting over what you've done to me if I ever can. Thanks a helluva lot," I said. I wasn't crying yet; I guess I was too angry. The tears would come later.

"I'm sorry, Herb. I didn't think. I'm very very sorry. But, it doesn't have to end us. If you heard it all, you heard me tell him how I felt about you. I love you."

"And I heard you say you love him. Why? Because you can talk to him and not me. Does he have a bigger dick? Why, Gil? Why do you love him? Tell me." I said.

"I don't know. I guess it has to do with being able to talk to him, yes. I don't know?"

"The sex? What has that got to do with talking to him? Tell me that?" She looked away.

"I don't know. It just happened," she said.

"No, Gil, he found you on the net and set you up, set me up. He was after your pussy the whole time. Probably other women too. You were just too damn dumb to realize it. He is not a good man, Gil. He's going to hurt you. The bad news for you is that I won't be there to catch you when you fall. And you will be hurt, you will fall, Gil; I guarantee it."

"You are taking it all wrong, my husband, and yes I do mean my husband; you will always be that to me; and you will always be there for me if anything bad happens; it's who you are. But it won't, Herb. He is a good man. He has nothing against you. He doesn't know you," she said.

"Yes he does, Gil. He knows all about me because you've told him. I heard him in there talking smack about me," I said.

"He didn't say anything bad about you, Herb. What are you talking about," she said.

"He didn't refer to me as his little cuckold?" I said, "and yours. You don't think that that was an awful thing to call me, even as he was fucking you?" I said.

"He didn't mean that in a mean way," she said. "He appreciates that you are my husband. Really."

"He didn't mean it that way? Then, what way did he mean it?" I said.

"Herb, get a grip. You are blowing this way out of proportion," she said.

"No, no really, how did he mean it. Please tell me. I'm listening, maybe for the last time. Please, how did he mean it when he called me his little cuckold," I said, "because, if you care to know, it was those words that killed my heart and put an end to us," I said.

"He just meant it was—well—a definition. We—he—was doing me and technically..."

"Yes, technically that made me his cuckold—oh, and yours. Now, how about the 'little' part? Is that part of the definition too?"

"Well, no..." she started.

"No indeed. What it meant, Gil, was that he holds me in contempt because he is screwing my wife, and I haven't had the balls to try and stop him. Contempt, Gil, for me; he holds me in contempt, and you letting him get away with it shows me that you do too. Hell, why should either of you feel bad about that; 'I' hold me in contempt!"

"I do not!" she all but screamed at me. "I love you. I mean it. He could never come between us in any real sense."

"Hmm, so you love me?"

"Yes. Of course."

"Wanna save the marriage, Gil?" 

"Of course. I do not, I repeat, I do not want a divorce!" she said.

"You love me a lot, more than him?' I said.

"Yes," she said.

"Okay then, get on the phone with him and tell him he's history. Do it now, save me having to pack anymore clothes and stuff. Do it now, and somehow, I don't know how, but somehow we will get by all of this," I said.

"I—I can't." I nodded and resumed my packing. Done, I headed downstairs with the two suitcases. She followed me, and I think she wanted to reach out to me, but she didn't. No more was said. She watched me from the doorway as I backed out of the driveway and drove off."

******

"Usual?" said Red.

"Yeah, yeah, Jack on the rocks; make it a double," I said. I'd made my way to the Red Barn. I needed a drink, several drinks. 

As I sipped, my resident psychoanalytic clinician, Red, watched me. I've heard that good psychologists are good listeners and even better observers. I had the feeling that I was being observed quite closely by my good friend the bartender. He eventually wandered over toward me.

"More wife troubles?" he said.

"Yeah. We're done," I said. He nodded as he dried a pilsner glass. 

"It happens, I guess," he said. "But, we have to get on with life. Can't sit around all mopey all the time. Trust me, I know the game."

"I reckon," I said. "But, it's hard. I do so love her. She's been my all for so long that I cannot even imagine life without her. But, it's even more difficult to imagine my having to share her with another man. I tried, but in the end I just couldn't do it. When I saw..."

"You saw them together!" said a shocked Red. I just shrugged.

"Oh man, that was not good," he said.

"No. No. Not good," I said. "Singularly bad actually."

******

Between getting off work at 5:00 and getting to sleep around 11:00 or midnight: I spent most weekday nights, after my break up with Gillian, now a full year in the past, either sitting on a bar stool at the Red Barn and occasionally the Calaboose; or walking long range, three miles, on the city park pathway. Life for me had taken on an element of sadness, and exercise and alcohol—talk about contradictions—were the means I was employing to reduce my pain.

I didn't sob myself to sleep anymore, and I didn't complain to Red, or anyone else for that matter, about the tragedy of my marital situation. But I didn't socialize. I didn't chase skirts. Women just didn't attract me much anymore; I guess I'd been too badly burned. Well, that is I hadn't been attracted until Red had an appendicitis attack and was out for two weeks. His stand in for those days was a woman named Martina Flores, a citizen of Belize. Five-ten, long dark hair, B-cups, and a sensational butt. What was so attractive about Martina, at least to me, was her buoyant personality. The struggles of her personal life did not seem to hold her back—the absolute opposite of me; I was still inwardly crying in my beer.

"Martina," I said, reading her name tag. "You're in for Red?"

"Yes sir, Red's out sick," she said.

"Nothing to serious, I hope," I said.

"Not now, but it almost was. He had an appendectomy yesterday," she said.

"Really. Well, I'm glad he's okay now."

"Would you like something, sir?" she said.

"Yeah, yeah, Jack on the rocks. Oh, and not too many rocks," I said.

"Comin' up," she said. I watched her sashay down the length of the bar. She returned with the drink and set it in front of me smiling.

"Anything else?" she said. I stared at her too young face and decided to go for it. Why the hell not, I thought.

"Only if you can do heart transplants," I said. "The one I got is broken." She laughed.

"You?" she said. "I would have thought that you would be the one to break hearts." Now, I laughed.

"Well, thank you for that," I said. "The lift to my ego is well appreciated." She tendered me a quizzical smile, nodded, and headed off down the bar to do her duty.

Over the next two weeks I got to know Marty. Not well enough to call us friends, but we did seem to get along well enough; and, I thought she was making an effort to serve me a trifle better than most customers, though really that could have been wishful thinking on my part.

I'd learned she was thirty-five years old, had a string of failed relationships, never married, was rot gut poor, had two kids, had aborted a third, did part time bar work at three different places to make ends meet, and was desperately looking to hook up with some guy with money who was willing to overlook her baggage. Clearly my kind of woman, so I asked her out, so she said yes. 

"Well, mister, tonight is my last shift here. Red's gonna be back in action and you guys can get back to tellin' each other lies," she said, laughing. 

"Really," I said. "Say, Marty, we've kinda gotten to know each other pretty good over these past days. How would you like to go out to dinner with me one of these nights?" She looked at me, and I think her mouth was hanging open.

"You mean a date? With you?" she said. I thought she was going to laugh. I was a dozen years older than she was, three inches shorter than she was, and I had a good job. Well, one out of three was a winner. Right?"

"Yeah, never mind. I just thought..." I started.

"No, no. I'd love to. I just didn't think—never thought. I mean you're married..."

"Estranged. Look, I'm a lot older than you; I know that. And, you are way out of my league in a dozen ways; but, I'm a good guy, and I can afford to feed us. I just figured nothing ventured nothing gained, you know," I said.




Gillian and Herbert Miller



"Like I said, yes; I will go out with you," she said. "And forget the older stuff. I've gone out with guys a lot older than you and had a ball. And, frankly, I could use a really good meal. You are planning on feeding me good—right?" 

"Oh yeah," I said. "Oh yeah."

The evening was great, and, I got one helluva kiss when I took her home. Yeah, I know, just a kiss; but it was some kiss. Heck it was a beginning.

Over the next weeks Martina and I got to know each other even better. I found out all about her family back in Belize, and she got the short version of my history with my wife and our family situation. She seemed to take much more interest in me when she discovered that I had no family of my own. Go figure.

It was strange, I thought, here I knew all about her children and family in Belize, and it occurred to me that I knew more about them than I did about Gillian's, all of whom lived on the opposite coast, and none of whom I had ever met. Gillian as related did not get along with any of her living relatives for a number of reasons, and I had long ago learned not push finding out about them. At any rate, Martina did get along with hers; they were all but her whole life.

Martina had not been back to Belize in six years. As she lay beside me naked and with my cum leaking out of her, I decided to fix that little reality, the seeing of her family that is. I had the money, and she had the need.

"You wanna see your family?" I said. 

"Yes, sure, but I don't have the money for a trip like that right now," she said. "But, I have plans to go next year. I'll have enough saved by then, and I'll be able to go."

"Can you take off from the job now if you wanted to?" I said. She looked at me kinda funny.

"Yes. I can. I just have to arrange it with the places I work, so that they don't get mad at me," she said.

"I'll send you. I can't go because of my job, but I can send you," I said. "I mean if that would be all right with you."

"What? You mean send me to Belize?" she said. "You'd do that for me?" 

"Yes." She kissed me almost brutally.

The sex during the ensuing hour was taxing and wonderful. She did things with her mouth that should have been copyrighted. At any rate, a week later, she boarded the plane. 

******

"Yes, he's actually found a chickee to play with," said Gillian. "Michael, I almost feel that I should try and save him from the heartache that he is certain to get out of his little affair." He smiled at her.

"Hey lover, I think that he's gotten a pretty large dose of that from you and me already. Yes, he's too old for her, if what you've said is true, but maybe he needs to get what he can out of his—affair—I mean to help him reestablish his ego. From what you've told me, and from what I know firsthand, I'm pretty sure he could use a little bit of, well, something," he said. She snickered.

"Maybe, but robbing the cradle isn't the best of paths to that end," she said. 

"Gil, he's not exactly robbing the cradle. The woman is in her mid-thirties. He's forty-eight and in pretty good shape health-wise," he said.

"Well, I don't know. I just don't want to see him hurt again. I mean what we, or at least I've done to him; he doesn't need another hit to his ego, as you phrase it," she said.

"No, but it's kind of out of our hands in any event. He's an adult, Gillian. He can choose to play with whomever he wants. It's a risk for him, and he may be grasping at straws picking up a girl like her, but it is his choice, not yours, not mine," he said. "At any rate, we need to walk softly for now; I think that my Doris may be getting a bit suspicious. I don't want to do anything to push Herbert to doing something that might hurt the both of us. I do not need a divorce."

"Jesus, Michael, when all we were doing was chatting, we had no problems, but now..."

"Yeah, but I'm not hypocritical enough to wish we had not taken the extra step," he said. "That said, are you busy right at the moment?" he was leering.

She smirked. "As a matter of fact I'm free for the next little while. What did you have in mind?"

He came to her and slid his hands down her arms. She shivered as he leaned in to kiss her gently on the lips. He began unbuttoning her blouse. It fluttered to the floor. Her bra followed seconds later. He grasped her globes and gently massaged them as he gazed into her eyes.

"Feels good," she said. They kissed long and sensually. He pulled her down on top of him. She spread her legs wide actually straddling his body. His knee came up and pressed hard against her vulva. 

"You gonna take me or wrestle me?" she said smiling at down at him. He rolled her over and pushed her panties south. She used her foot to push them further down and off.

"I'm going to take you," he said, "but we can wrestle later if you want. Heck, I might even let you win."

He knelt up momentarily pushing his pants down and freeing his cock. Lowering himself once again, he pushed into her and began seesawing in and out. 

Minutes later they lay beside each other sweaty and breathing hard.

She was pensive, obviously so.

"Thinking of him?" he said.

"Yes."

"Gil, are you—comfortable with our situation. I mean, you know, we've talked. He could decide to come back to you someday. I mean it's a possibility. You know it, and I know it. This thing with, that other woman, that he's got going, is gonna end. I've seen her. She's not even in your league, younger, but way beneath you by any measure I know of," said Michael.

"You've seen her?" she said.

"Yes, I checked her out. Didn't talk to her. Just had a drink in the bar where she works. He wasn't around. She flirted with every other guy in the place, but didn't favor any particular one. Just kinda did her job and that was it," he said.

She stared at him. "So what's the hold she has over him?" said Gillian.

"She's pretty enough, probably pays attention to him, provides an anchor for him. He'll tire of her soon enough. For sure she's not going to be faithful to him," he said.

"What's in it for her, do you think?" she said.

"Money. She's a gold digger. She'll tap him for some bucks, and then screw him over. He's gonna be feelin' real low after that. That'll be your signal to step in and comfort him," said Michael.

"Really? You think so?" she said. She didn't really hear his response. She just smiled. It would be a waiting game. Not fun, but her confidence returned. Then, she frowned. Why did she care, really? Was it his money she herself was after? It sure as heck wasn't his dick.

They still hadn't divorced, and he still made the payments on the house and paid the utilities automatically every month; just as he always had. Still, he had made no attempt to contact her for the entire year they'd so far been apart, go figure. Nor had she him after the initial days, but the future...

Her Herbert wasn't rich, just had a really good job. Was she herself a gold digger, just like this bartender woman? No, she'd been with her Herbert since the beginning, when there were no big bucks, no travel perks, none of it. No, Gillian Miller just wanted her man back; back, but, accepting of her needs, of Michael.

Michael was wonderful in the sack, but nowhere near in Herbert's class when it came to being husband material. If they'd only had children, she and her Herbert she thought. Well, maybe she could still figure something out along those lines. The two of them were middle aged now, but by no means over the hill, And, even with Herb's low sperm count; well, there were other means in this modern era. Maybe when the time came, when that gold digger woman dumped him, as Michael seemed sure that she would. Yes! Maybe then.

******

I was kicking back at the bar as she danced with the third fella that had asked her in a row; well, she was beautiful. It was one of the several nights out each month, on average, that we shared. 

Things weren't so bad for me anymore. Yeah, I'd lost the love of my life, but I was mostly over it. There were still moments, in the darkest of night, when everything was melancholy; but, I was dealing with it. Helping me deal with it was Martina; she was good for me.

I was a realist. Someone who looked like her, and so much younger than me, could not have been crazy about my exquisitely youthful and sexy body. I knew she saw me mostly as a support against her financial difficulties. And, in all fairness, I saw in her an exquisitely youthful and sexy woman with a killer body and a giving nature. I figured it was a fair trade.

Martina and I got along well. She was intelligent and could converse on a wide variety of topics. I did end up going shopping with her sometimes; she needed clothes and a lot of them—a couple of grand worth of them so far. But, it made her happy and I had the money; it was win win. 

We got it on in bed most times that we did go out. Tonight would be one of those nights. She'd turned out to be sensitive and loving which kind of surprised me. I'd early on thought that she was going to be one of those tigresses that would blow out the walls with her screams of passion and her desire to be expansive and imaginative in bed. She was the exact opposite: tender, teasing, and gentle; it suited me.

I watched her sway teasingly as she headed back to our table; her dance partner in tow. "Herb, this is Terry, a very good dancer and a lawyer," she said. I stood and shook hands with the man. 

"Nice to meet you," I said.

"Same here," he said. "Tina tells me that you're a financial analyst."

"That's right," I said. The man took a seat—that without having been invited to do so. Marty gave me a was-it-okay look, and I nodded in the affirmative.

We spent maybe half an hour talking about nothing and everything. I was actually getting a little bored, so I interrupted the confab to ask my girlfriend to dance. She seemed delighted and so we did.

"He's a nice guy," she said, as we toured the dance floor. 

"Yeah, I guess," I said. We stayed out for two dances and when we returned, he was gone. Marty looked unhappy.

"Maybe we shouldn't have left him alone," she said.

"He wasn't with us babe. He just danced with you one time and socialized with us a bit. Did you expect him to do more, be more?" I said.

"No. I don't know. I just kinda liked him. He was interesting, I guess." For the first time since meeting Martina and dating her, I began to feel uncomfortable in our relationship, whatever that meant.

I took her home, and we necked a while in the car, but she pleaded an early rising for the next day, and that dashed any hope I had of getting any that night. I was disappointed, and a little—well—uncomfortable, as I said. I headed home. I needed to assess things.

Martina hadn't done anything untoward, and there had been other times when we didn't do it after a date. And, we didn't have anything official; hell, we weren't officially even going steady. But, somehow this time it was different. I didn't feel threatened by counselor Terry, but I did kinda get the feeling that he wanted to replace me in Matry's life. Well, we'd be seeing about that.

******

I didn't see Martina again for three weeks. Each time I called, I was hit with an excuse. At first I was a little disappointed, then concerned, then miffed. I stopped calling her. That was in the middle of the second week. At the end of the third week she called me. She said she wanted to talk to me. I knew what she was going to say, and I really didn't need to hear it, so I turned her down; 

I figured it was the end of our relationship—such as it was. Replaced twice in little more than a year: not real good for the old ego. Whatever it was that I was lacking, I needed to figure it out, or, just stay single and aloof. What the hell, other guys did the singles thing and did okay. 

At any rate, I was almost right. She was waiting for me when I got off work the day after our last contact. "Hi Herb. Please, can I have a word with you—please?" she said. I smiled.

"No need, Martina. I know what you're going to say, and it's okay. I'm just not interested in the melodrama," I said.

"But..."

"Martina, I know you're replacing me. Wanting to do it gently I'm sure. Anyway, just consider it done, and we'll just both get on with our lives. See yuh later." I just turned and walked off leaving her with her mouth hanging open.

Was I being childish? Maybe some would say so, but I disagree. I supposed Martina wanted to separate herself from me gently in order for her to feel better about herself. But, the fact is I didn't need the melodrama or the sad looks. I didn't want to hear the inevitable, "We can still be friends," speech. I'd had enough of such nonsense or its equivalent; and more of it I did not need. She and I'd had something going for a while, but it was ending; I knew it, so I just wanted to let it go. For once I was going to do it my way—sort of.

I would be seeing Martina, off and on over the next couple of years, but not really socially.

****** 

Talk about being in a blue funk. I was the poster boy for that description. No, I didn't hate Martina, nor really Gillian either. I hated my looks, my dick, my ignorance of how to hold on to my women. Taking stock, I realized, that though I'd been able to get plenty of dates between my breakup with Gillian and my relatively short affair with Martina, I wasn't able to get any of them to care enough for anything that resembled a long term relationship; well, until Martina, and that really wasn't all that long. 

A couple of months after Marty and I were done, I came into the Red Barn; she was on duty. She was filling in for one of the other bartenders, not Red. Red was on duty too, and gave me a heads up when I took my usual seat at the end of the bar. I turned to see Marty heading back for the bar from the table area beyond the mini-dance floor; she hadn't seen me yet. I could have escaped, but the heck with it. I would just let her know that I didn't want to talk about the past: the break up with her had not been as traumatic as had the one with Gillian. And, I was the customer; she'd have to honor my request; or, so I figured.

"Herb!" she said, finally seeing me. "I didn't see..."

"Yeah, it's okay. I'm just a customer. No reminiscing, okay?' I said. I gave her an I-mean-it look.

"Sure, okay," she said. "It's good to see you."

"Thanks. A martini if you've got one lying around," I said.

"Coming right up," she said. Red was eyeing the exchange. He gave me an approving thumbs up.

Relaxing over the next hour or so I exchanged lies with some of the regulars. Martina tendered me an occasional smile, refilled my martini when I raised my hand, and brought me a small bowl of pretzels at some point. Around 9:00PM I downed the last of my second drink, waved to Red, nodded in Martina's direction, and left.

Over the next few months, that pretty much set the tone for my existence, that is my drinking and socializing existence. Occasionally, I would hook up with a woman, and we'd leave together. Martina as it turned out filled in at the Red Barn maybe a few days every month now for this or that sick-out, vacation, weekend off for the regular help. I don't know what she did the rest of the month or how her romance with the lawyer was going—or if it was going—but she and I got along okay.

About three months after first seeing Martina again at the Red Barn, she was again on duty. I'd just ordered my second when a striking woman took the stool next to mine. Five-five, maybe one-ten, blond, D-cups, the bluest eyes I'd seen in forever, and a porcelain complexion that should have been gracing magazine covers. Her clothes: a beige midi with matching blouse and stilettos gave her an air of someone who was used to being in charge.

I looked down the length of the bar. Of the twenty stools situated around its circular span, only three were occupied at that moment, That the woman had opted for the one next mine was some small surprise. Still, not being a complete doofus; I had to figure she was wanting to talk to me. The first thing that entered my head was that she was a prostie looking to see if she could help a poor soul out of his obvious malaise. But, no, this woman wasn't a prostie, or, if she was, she was way out of my price range. The mystery was soon solved.

"Hello, Herb," she said. "You don't mind be calling you Herb do you?" I stared at her.

"No, I suppose not. But—do I know you?" I said. I was certain that I didn't.

"No, not exactly. You know my husband, I believe," she said.

"You're married. You have a husband who lets you out in public—alone. He must be crazy," I said. She smiled.

"Thanks, I think," she said. "But, frankly, I'm a big girl and I do what I want when I want. But, again, thanks for the compliment."

"You're certainly welcome," I said. "What can I do for you? You need a husband, a slave, all of the above?" She laughed, and so did I.

"No, no, not at the moment," she said, letting me down easy. 

"Okay, I'll never get over my disappointment, but what is, is, I guess."

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Doris Waring," she said. She smiled at the expression that must have immediately shrouded my countenance.

"Oh," I said.

"Yes, well, I've just discovered that my hubby, Michael, has been fucking your wife. Or put another way, cheating on me, well, us actually," she said. I nodded, my mood darkened perceptibly.

"I know. He broke us up, me and my wife," I said. 

"I'm going to be divorcing him. I came to ask if you would be amenable to testifying to what he did to you and your marriage. I'm going after the asshole, Herb, big time. How about it? Want to join me in driving the proverbial sword through the masher's heart—and wallet," she said.

I looked her in the eye. I was quiet for a moment. "Yes," I said, finally. I well knew if I did what she was asking me that any chance for Gillian and I ever getting back together were going to be dead. But it was going on two years now, and I had to let go of those oh so secret dreams—hopes. It was time to finally do battle with the asshole and my traitorous wife, get a little payback.

"Okay, then," she said. She put out her hand for me to shake, and I did.

"Herb, your soon to be ex is going to get burned in this little show too; you do realize that? This is going to be a scorched earth campaign. I am more than a little pissed about what he's done to me, and to you of course." I nodded.

"Yes, I understand," I said. Looking at the woman seated next to me, I knew that she was intending to castrate mister Waring and in the doing to consign Gillian to a cloistered nunnery for the duration. Doris Waring was beautiful, but she had more in common with Hippolyta than with Helen of Troy; and I knew for damn sure that Michael Waring was no Achilles. No indeed, mister Waring was in for a very long day, and that very soon.

******

The parking lot in front of Mobile-Phone Inc. is tree shaded on the western side making it the parking area of choice for the workers, protecting their cars as it did, from the afternoon sun. Michael Waring had pulled in alongside Gillian Miller's Buick and was just getting out of his car to greet his girlfriend when a man in a cheap suit approached them and smiled. "You're both served," he said.

"Huh? What?" said Gillian.

"It's all in the envelope," said the courier.

The two servees wasted no time finding out what was what. "She's divorcing me," said Michael. "Your bastard husband must have tipped her."

"She suing me too," said Gillian. "But—I don't believe that Herb did this to us. He's hurt, and probably still angry. But, if he's waited this long to do anything—well—why now? It makes no sense. No, this is your wife on her own; I'm sure of it."

"Well, whatever. But this is bad. Doris is the money in our relationship. I work as a consultant on projects she assigns me. If she's divorcing me, it means I'm also fired. Put another way I'm unemployed and broke, just like that." He'd paled in the preceding minutes to a significant degree.




Gillian and Herbert Miller



"But, one good thing," he said. 

"Pray tell," said Gillian.

"If she's divorcing me; then, that leaves it clear for you to finally get free of Herbert. Finally, we, you and I, can be together," he said. She gave him a look.

"I..." she started.

"Gil, it's been almost two years. Sure he still pays the rent, but you make enough, and I will get another job in short order, and we can get on with being happy. Whaddya say?" he said.

"Michael—I—I'll have to think about it. I love you, but I think we need to wait to see how things are after the dust clears. Okay?" He nodded.

"Okay, but I've been in love with you since the beginning. I see this as an opportunity for the two of us to actually be happy, Gil. I really do." She smiled and it warmed him a little. But, what he couldn't see was the bits of doubt that had long hounded her. How had he known where she worked? Why had he chased down Martina and watched her at work? And, there were other things, things that Herbert had warned her were going to happen, and some of them had. Still, she did love him, not the same as she had and still did love her Herb, but she did love him. Maybe she owed it to him to marry him now. Maybe too, she owed it to her Herb to set him free. She had to think. Yes, she would be thinking long and hard about her decision, and she was well aware that time was not her ally.

******

I had been notified that the hearing would be on Tuesday, the ninth. I'd never been to one before, but I was sure that this one was likely pretty routine, pretty usual, if that was the way to phrase it.

I noted that it was starting out as a tense affair. 

The two sides in the dispute occupied separate sides of the courtroom. On the one side was Doris, behind whom her friends and relatives had gathered in numbers and were in the process of staring down her cheating spouse and the seven friends he'd managed to convince to back him in his defense. 

For my part, I was somewhat uncomfortable. Gillian had brought this on herself, and now I was going to be a party to making her pay. Rationally, I knew she deserved it, but I was still uncomfortable. I guess husbands always feel the need to protect their women even when the women piss on them. Helluva thing.

Seated immediately behind Michael in the gallery was Gillian. She was nervous and clearly upset that her husband, me, occupied a pew immediately behind her boyfriend's soon-to-be ex. She was actually angry that I would be there. If I testified, I would be testifying that she had committed adultery with the respondent. But, she hadn't, not in her mind, done any such thing; she just hadn't been able to convince her good man that any such was true.

The judge having taken his place on the dais, called things to order and then the witnesses began their parade of testimony. The missus had hired a private detective and the evidence he and his operatives had garnered put the lie to every denial the respondent made. He was toast halfway through the proceedings. 

My testimony wasn't really necessary, but it put the icing on the cake as far as any advantage to Doris Waring was concerned. 

"So, mister Miller," said his honor, addressing me as I sat in the dock. "Do you have firsthand knowledge of the alleged adultery?" 

"Yes, your honor, I caught them in my, my wife's and mine, marital bed. It was the final straw."

"Yet you have not seen fit to divorce your wife. And, it has also been alleged, that you continue to pay the rent on your former residence and the utilities as well, although you no longer reside there. Are these things true things?"

"Yes, your honor," I said.

"Your reasons, mister Miller?"

I spread my hands in an I-don't-know gesture. "I don't know, your honor, habit I guess."

"Hmm, yes, habit. All right, you may step down, mister Miller." I was sure his honor thought me a fool.

Gillian was never called. I think that Doris, already certain of totally screwing her husband, had given her lawyer orders to forego challenging her. I think she was throwing me a crumb by not calling her which would have led to my having to hear my wife belittle me or contradict me. I appreciated her forbearance.

"Well, we won," said Doris, smiling outside the courtroom, "not that there was ever any doubt. The asshole screwed me over, now he can beg for his bread." I nodded. A minute later the cheaters exited and passed by us. I got a troubled look from Gillian, but she said nothing.

******

It was some weeks later that I got a communication from my most recent ex-squeeze, Martina. It was an invitation to her wedding to lawyer and fiancé, Terry Underwood. I got a chuckle out of that one. I decided to accept. She and I had always gotten on good. True, I had been a bit upset with getting dumped by her, but I really had no right to be. And, she'd always treated me with respect and affection.

The day of the wedding broke bright and sunny. Fitting, it seemed to me, for such a happy event. Passing through the reception line, I got myself one ferocious lip bruising kiss from the bride and a more than hearty handshake from her new hubby; such set the tone for the rest of the day. After the mandatory speeches, dances, flower heaving and what all; the groom pulled me aside.

"No hard feelings, I mean me stealing your girlfriend and marrying her," he said, smiling.

"None. Envy yes, hard feelings no," I said. I think my smile was bigger than his. We talked for some minutes before some of his relatives—of which he had many—hijacked him. The partying went on into the night. I was certain the next day was going to be a painful experience for me. In that I proved to be more than correct.

******

In the several months following Martina's wedding to Terry, things settled down. I worked, I kept my seat warm at the Red Barn, and I dated a little. As far as the dating went, I didn't hook up with any particular female, and as far as getting' any was concerned, it wasn't happenin'. 

"Red, pour this old man a last one, will yuh." I said. I'd been sittin in my usual spot at the end of the bar, and I was getting' ready for my evening swan song.

"Commin' up sport," he said. "So, Herb, how yuh doin' feelin'? You in any condition to drive?"

"Good, good, I guess. And yes, I'm okay to drive. I'm just tryin' to get my shit together, and I've been lookin' for some female company, if you know what I mean; but so far no dice on the second part," I said.

"Yeah, well your luck will change; it always does," he said. "I speak from experience."

"Well, I sure hope so. Anyway, after this last one here, I'm gonna be hittin' the road. Got a big day at the shop tomorrow."

"Yeah, well good. I want somebody else besides me to be workin' hard," he snorted. 

******

I was in a mellow mood as I drove home. Hitting the hay was my number one priority. Catherine Zeta Jones couldn't have induced me to stay up. Well, that was the case until she showed up at my door.

No, not Catherine Zeta Jones, Gillian!

I was just pulling on my underpants, after making a deposit to my porcelain account, when I heard a knock at the door. It was after 10:00PM. I swore, and headed for the door to answer it.

Opening the damn thing I was stopped cold. "Gillian!"

"Yes, Herb, it's definitely me. May I come in?" she said. I stood aside to let her pass.

"Not that it's not a wonderful surprise, Mrs. Miller, it is still Mrs. Miller isn't it? Though I hear you are figuring on divorcing me and marrying the asshole, right? Anyway, what are you doing here?" I said. I wasn't being too sarcastic. She sighed.

"Herb, he's not an asshole—okay? Anyway, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, I mean—a--divorce. Would that be okay?"

"No need on my account, Gillian, we haven't been man and wife in any real sense in a long time. Oh, and never doubt it: to me he will always be mister asshole," she gave me a frustrated look. "Nevertheless, if you feel the need..." I motioned her to have a seat on the couch. She did.

She tendered me a wan smile. "Well, I guess we've come to the actual end of the road," she said. I shrugged. "Herb, I want to say that my life with you was good. We had a lot of wonderful times, and, except for never having any babies; well, I just wanted to say thank you for the good times and all of the love I felt in our time together. We both fell silent for a moment. I could feel myself tearing up; well, it was an emotional moment.

"Yeah, I guess, Gillian. I do wish, well, I wish things had worked out differently. For the record I loved you—truly. Hell, I still do, just not enough to share you with..." I stopped short of calling him names; it wasn't the right time for cussing.

"Rather than having you served, Herb, would you prefer to go to my lawyer's office and just sign the papers there. I mean, well I mean, I want this to be as painless as I can make it for us, for the both of us. I still love you too in case it matters," she said.

"Matter? It does and it doesn't, I guess. But, to answer your question, yes, I will go to your lawyer's office and take care of things. 

"Gillian, I guess I have to ask: will there be any surprises for me when I get there?" She gave me a horrified look.

"No! My God no!" she said. "Just the divorce, nothing else!" she said. "I wouldn't try to hurt you for anything, Herb, really. I mean really. You have to believe me." I waved her off.

"I do believe you, Gil. But, I did have to ask the question. I still trust you, in those ways, I just don't trust him. 

"Gil, the time is going to come when he's gonna hurt you. I hate to say it, but I know it. When he does, well, I'll be around," I said.

"Herb, I know you mean well, but Michael is not that kind of guy. Really. I'll be fine. But, I thank you for your concern. I really do. I know you're still there for me." I just nodded. There'd be no convincing her; the black hat had won the damsel; the good guy would be riding off into the sunset—alone.

"Okay, Gil, whatever you say." We talked for a few more minutes, we rose from our seats, she gave me a hug, and then she was gone. 

******

The divorce was final seven months to the day of Gil's visit to me. I was free, and lonely, and busy. Work-work-work, that was my way of dealing with, well, with life. For the most part it worked for me. There were melancholy moments, of course. I mean I'd lost the love of my life. I wondered if Gil had any of those moments.

I heard through the grapevine that she'd married him but two months after the divorce was final. It hurt. I'd known it was going to happen, but it still hurt, and that a lot. God how I hated that man; I mean I viscerally hated him.

******

I didn't hear anything substantial about Gillian for a long time, maybe a year and a half. Then, I did.

"Yeah," said Red. They came in here a few nights ago. They were drunk, the both of them, and loud. Looked to me like their marriage was about to implode. I mean, when a couple gets to the calling each other names stage in less than two years of bein' hitched; well, it don't take no genius to figure out that they ain't gonna last."

"Names?" I said.

"Yeah, she was calling him cheater, liar, asshole, worse," he said.

I was remembering what I'd warned her about before the divorce. Remembering how I just knew that he was going to be cheating on her. I remembered too how she'd pooh-pooh'd the idea. Well the chickens had finally come home to roost.

"Yeah, well, I figured something like that was going to happen," I said.

"Are you going to do anything about it?" he said.

"Me! Why would I. She didn't care about me enough to hang with me instead of him. And, now that what he really is has become clear, I should be the one to pick up the pieces? Not hardly," I said.

"Hmm," he said, heading off down the bar.

******

I was getting ready to go out. I'd found that bar hopping was good for the memory loss I was doing my level best to cultivate. After almost nine months of singlehood, and not a single piece of ass during that whole time, I was horny, sad, and thirsty. I was starting to back out the driveway when a car pulled in behind me blocking my exit.

I got out and strode toward the driver's door of the other car. "What the fuck, asshole," I said to the darkly tinted window. The driver rolled it down.

"Sorry, Herb," said Gillian.

"Gillian! What the fuck are you doing here? I'm on my way out," She suddenly broke down and began sobbing. Women!

"What do you need now, Gillian? I really was on my way out, as you can no doubt see," I said.

"I need help, Herb. I need help bad. Will you help me, Herb?" she cried. I sighed. I motioned her to get out of the car and come into the house.

She sat herself down at the dinette table and sniffled. I let her calm herself down. She'd tell me when she was ready; I had no doubt about that. I figured it had to do with the asshole; had to, but what exactly was still a question.

"I'm pregnant, Herb. I'm going to have a baby," she said. All of a sudden I had the chills. I couldn't immediately find any words to say. I guess I was staring.

"Herb?" she said.

"Huh?" I said.

"Herb he wants me to get an abortion. But, I can't; I just can't. I want to keep the baby. But he wants me to kill it, to kill the baby. I can't do it, Herb," she sobbed.

I went to her and knelt down in front of her. "Gil, it's okay. I told you I'd be here for you, and I will be; I am." She continued to sob, then whimper, then just occasionally shudder. I moved her to the couch in the front room, and sat with her. She fell asleep on my chest. I dared not move, and soon I was sleeping too.

******

Doris Waring had economically raped Michael Waring for his screwing around on her. Her dad and all but neutered him in the divorce, and had even threatened to pursue criminal action against him if he so much as farted in the neighborhood that used to be his home.

The bad news for Michael was that despite what he'd at the time considered reasonably precautions, he'd managed to get Gillian pregers. Not in itself a disaster, more of an inconvenience, abortions were routine in this day and age, as he had assured her. But, she bitch wouldn't go for it. 

Complicating matters was that she had caught him with Sandy. That had not been good. Sandy was fine for a roll in the hay, but for little else. Gillian Miller, on the hand, was not only beautiful, a good fuck, and a reasonably intelligent female; she also worked and paid all of their bills; well, the one's her ex didn't pay. He had to get her back on his side, but the doing of that was proving more difficult than usually had been his experience. 

He took a deep breath and rapped on the other man's door. 

"Michael Waring!" I said. "I don't wanna seem rude, but what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see Gillian. Look, I know you hate me, but I love her," he said.

"Well, it ain't happening, Mr. Waring. You shot your wad, blew your chance, bet on the wrong horse. Put another way, you fucked up. I hope I'm not being unnecessarily vague," I said. "But, you're right on one count, I do absolutely hate you!"

"I know she's here. Can I have a word with her. I opened the door wide enough so he could see into the room. She was standing right behind me.

"Go away, Michael. I'm not getting an abortion, and I am going to do my very best to try and prove to my—ex-husband—how sorry I am that I screwed up. You're history, Michael, and unmourned history at that," she said.

"Look. if you want to keep the baby that bad, I'm up for it. I've thought it over, and I realize I was wrong. Just let's—go somewhere where we can have a cup of coffee and talk. Okay? Just a cup of coffee," he said.

"Just a cup of coffee?" she said.

"Yes, just coffee," he said.

"I remember the first time ever we had coffee together. You remember that time?" she said. "You know at Denny's I think it was?" She smiled.

"Of course," he said. He was smiling now. I'm sure he thought that he was making headway.

She lost the smile. "That cup of coffee cost me three years of my life. I never want to see you again. I mean no matter what. Got it! Find someone else to screw up the life of; I'm no longer in the market!" She turned and walked back into the house. The house that had been hers but a few years before and if there was a God, would be again.

******

We never heard from Michael Waring again, but we did hear from Doris Waring. She is a regular at our place now, her and her new beau. A nice fellow, whose brother was also a regular at our place—particularly whenever we had a barbecue. Cal Underwood, brother of Terry my good friend, was also a lawyer. Well, you had to know that something like this was gonna happen. 

So what about me and Gil? Well we're living together. Gonna marry again? Maybe. The jury's still out. 

She had the baby three weeks ago. Terry handled the adoption papers that cut the biological father out of the picture. Turned out good 'ole Michael wanted to be payin' child support even less than he wanted to have the baby per se. It was a no brainer for him, and maybe for me too. On another note...

It also turned out that Gillian finally got the answer to a question that had been nagging at her almost since she'd first met Michael. How had he known that she worked at Mobile-Phone? The answer, like so many others, had actually been kinda simple. He'd been in their thrift store at a time when Gillian had also been there troubleshooting a problem with their customer handouts. She'd left a stack of business cards for customers to take with them for future reference; Michael had scarfed one of them. Helluva note.



Gillian and the Sea



Gillian Anderson falls silent, squeezing the steering wheel with angry, white knuckles. The radio squawks futilely –Bob Seger murmuring about the sound of thunder. I turn the music off; in this close, brooding quiet, the song seems out of place.

“Listen,” I say, “you asked if . . .”

“Why the hell would you say that?” Gillian demands, cutting me off, “You thought I was gay? What are you, a giant walking mouth with no fucking brain? I was trying to reminisce.”

“Hey, I was being honest. I saw all this stuff in the tabloids . . . and then there was GLAAD magazine.”

“This is not helping.”

I throw up my hands, exasperated. Gillian bites her lower lip.

“How would you like it,” Gillian hisses, “if I told you I thought, when we first met, I thought you were a neo-Nazi?”

“That’s a tad melodramatic. You’re blowing this way out of proportion!”

Gillian says nothing. The tires hum beneath us; the rebuilt transmission wheezes and whines, straining as the incline of the road becomes steeper.

I give up. Something has set Gillian off –something other than my foot-in-mouth comment. Whatever it is, there’ll be no coaxing it out of her. The truth will bloom in time.

As we drive, I look out my window at the brown, dirt wall. It seems to flow by us –as if we were standing still. The wall is featureless. Few sprigs of foliage manage to push their way out of that pebbly, close-packed soil. The ones that are visible are flowering beautifully, albeit on a small scale. Turning to look out the driver’s side window, the vista opens. The world races by in stages. Trees which line the road dissolve into green blurs; the guardrail is a line of dull silver. Beyond the trees, I can just see the beach stretching vast and the surging sea clawing lazily at the white sand and the tourists. Further away, at the head of that long coastline, the volcano looms. Its crest is wreathed in cirrus clouds, and its feet are lost in dense jungle. Gulls wheel over a mile-long sandbar reaching from the horn of the cape into the azure ocean. Behind the rushing trees, this fantastic view creeps by us like a cooling lava wave. The big volcano is so far away, it seems utterly stationary.

“So, how was rehearsal?” I ask. Gillian purses her red-stained lips. Her eyes are still blazing angrily.

“It was all right,” she replies, “I really wanted a smoke once it was over.”

“You want one now?”

Gillian looks at me. Is there humor in that glance?”

“No, thank you.”

We ride the rest of the way in silence. When we reach the lookout point, day is waning in the west. Gillian parks the car near the cliff edge and we get out, the wind tousling our hair. I carry the blankets to our usual spot and sit down, looking out over the ocean. Gillian stands removed, over-hung by the arching bough of a wild papaya tree. She is beautiful there in the half-shadow. Her cherry-red hair is pulled back in a short ponytail. A too-taut black and white baseball shirt hangs just above her bellybutton. Her arms are crossed; her breasts are heaved up into prominence. In her hip-hugging sweat pants with the black stripe down the sides of the legs, Gillian’s amazing ass is cradled tightly and well shaped. She must have driven the men at rehearsal crazy in that outfit.

I rise and walk to where Gillian stands sulking,

“I’m sorry,” I say, sliding my arms around her, “I’m tasting shoe polish right now, if that makes you feel any better. I think I may have gotten my ankle in there even.”

Gillian allows herself a laugh.

“It wasn’t just you,” she says, “I know you’re a lout. It was Adrian. We fought today about some bullshit line I kept saying wrong. Thing is, I know I was right. He just kept fucking shouting at me like I was a ten-year-old. Then, he found out he was wrong after all and apologized –that just pissed me off even more. Like, ‘Sorry I belittled you in front of your peers. No big deal right’?”

“He’s a fucking child. I knew it when I first met him.”

“He’s got a vision . . . that’s what I like about him as a director, but it’s also what makes him unbearable.”

“I think I can help you relax,” I say, putting my hands on Gillian’s waist and turning her to face me, “Why don’t you go sit on the blanket?”

Gillian smiles. It never ceases to amaze me how beauty can well up in her –like water bubbling from a spring long-dry in the desert. When her anger begins to melt, that shy, loving smile shines. This is a side of her that Adrian and the rest of the world will never see –the human side.

Gillian comes with me to the blanket and sits Indian-style. I kneel behind her and place my hands on her shoulders, massaging the tense cords of her neck. 

Terns cry in the cliffs below. The warm wind brings inviting smells –sensual smells. Gillian sighs lovingly.

“Lower,” she sighs.

I slide my hands under her shirt. Her skin is cool and smooth. I press the small of her back, moving up to the thin strand of her bra strap. Deftly, I unclasp the single hook and her bra comes undone, exposing the pale skin underneath. Gillian leans against me, her eyes closed.

“That’s good,” she says. Her voice is husky, aroused. Looking over her shoulder, I see her erect nipples stretching the fabric of her tight top.

She is ready. I move my hands across her sides. With one, I cup her small, supple breast. My other hand slips down her taut tummy; I push my fingers beneath the hem of her sweat pants. It’s moist and hot down there. Gillian’s bald labia blossom in response to my grazing touch, offering the tender bud of her clit. As I finger her engorged clit, Gillian sucks in ragged breaths. Her chest heaves like the sea below; I gently squeeze her nipple, eliciting a gentle moan from Gillian’s throat.

Soon, Gillian is grinding against my hand. My palm rubs rough on her clit as I push two fingers into her vagina. She begins to buck, her moans escalating as she rides the waves of orgasm. 

“Oh shit . . .” she croons. The world is dead to her. Only the gentle movements of my hands exist.

After two minutes, Gillian’s body is wracked with a shuddering climax. She reaches her arm back to cradle the back of my head as I bend to kiss her neck. Her flesh is wet with sweat-sheen. Her knees are up, her legs are spread wide.

Gillian moans: “Fuck.”

As her orgasm subsides, she clamps my hand between her muscled, gracile legs. I remove my fingers from her sopping cunt; Gillian pulls away from me and turns to look me in the eyes.

Wordlessly, Gillian pulls off her top and bra. Her breasts are round and plump. Here eyes are deep, deep green –the color of pure, cut jade.

I know what she wants. We’ve never made love up here at the lookout; the crashing of the sea and the sighing of the trees in the tropical wind add to the sensual mien of this place. We undress hurriedly, heaping our clothes on the far edge of the blanket. Then, beneath the darkling sky, Gillian and I stand naked, embracing each other. Our mouths lock, tongues dancing together in passion. Her breath is strawberry-sweet. Her full lips feather my mouth, neck, and chest, leaving a burning trail as she kneels slowly before me. 

Gillian lies backward and I stoop, poised between her open legs with my cock standing at full attention. Gently, I lean forward and press the head of my dick against Gillian’s silky pussy lips. I tilt on my knees, the veins in my arms and hands standing out as I hold myself up.

As always, the first entrance is the sweetest. I sink deep into Gillian’s cunt; her soft flesh massages the head and shaft of my penis as I thrust. Gillian moans loudly, biting her lower lip. As I begin to pump in and put of her, rocking on my knees, Gillian wraps her legs around me and grits her teeth. She is wet from her earlier orgasm. I move one of her legs up over my shoulder and ram my cock faster and faster into Gillian. She is intensely silent now, speeding quickly toward orgasm with my balls slapping against her ass. Her skin is so smooth; my cock swells impossibly inside her as it pistons into her wet depths. The rush of orgasm stirs in my balls. My dick begins to spasm, squeezed and kneaded by Gillian’s masterful cunt muscles. 

“Oh my god . . .” Words flow out of me. I grunt and sweat with Gillian’s bare foot pressed against my ear. Her knee is on her shoulder. I’m going to explode; my balls tighten and I plunge deeper and deeper, sweat running down my face. 

Just when the orgasm begins to seize control of my muscles, forcing me hilt-deep into Gillian, I manage to pop my dick out of her. The air is suddenly very cold.

“Suck it,” I say to Gillian, “Finish me off.” It’s all I can do to keep from shouting; the pulsing, surging orgasm strains in my balls and dick

Gillian rises to her knees and sucks the head of my dick into her mouth. I slide into the warmth, massaged by Gillian’s twirling tongue and gulping throat. Her lips pump on my dick; her head bounces as she cups my balls. 

“I’m going to cum!” I say. Normally, she slides my dick out of her mouth and closes her eyes as my cum leaps onto her face and tits. This time, Gillian continues to suck. 

“Gillian!”

She makes no move to back away. As she bobs on my cock, I lose utter control. Semen bursts from my cock head, jetting down Gillian’s throat. I grab the back of her head and push my dick far into her mouth, unable to control the bucking of my hips. The release is incredible. I empty my swollen balls into Gillian’s stomach and then fall back, exhausted. Every muscle in my body is relaxed –I feel like a man stunned. 

Wiping her mouth, Gillian lies down next to me. Her lipstick is smudged. Her ponytail is loose; wisps of red hair catch on the breeze and trail like spider silk.

“You were right,” Gillian sighs, gently stroking my face, “That was relaxing.”

I manage a smile. My mouth is dry, my lips feel numb.

“We should do this more often.”



Gillian Anderson: Skintight Shoot



This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over 18. Do not use this without my permission. (c) Copyright Viper_Noj 2002 onwards. Now, on with the story!

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Gillian Anderson sat by lamplight in her front room, a chick flick, and drinking a favourite wine of hers, red naturally. She'd already polished off a bottle and opened another, sipping the end of her first glass from it. She liked a good drink now and then, and since she was feeling a bit down she figured why not now. The problem was men, or rather the lack of them. Well…that wasn't strictly true. It was the lack of a specific man, someone who wanted her for who she was, not who they thought she was. She had plenty of men come onto her, all hoping to try their luck, and sure some of them were hot but too many of them were far too aware of it and seemed to think she'd just bend over for them, which wasn't the way.  She enjoyed casual sex now and then, and her looks and fame had helped her indulge that and live a full and adventurous sex life, however right now she wanted more of a keeper, or at least someone that would take her, Gillian Anderson to bed, and not go to bed with some image of Agent Scully as a personal play thing, breaking past the business suit as it were. She gave a sigh, reading through a magazine as she sipped at her red wine.

"I hate being single," she said aloud, despite being alone. She knew she could be enjoying a romp, with some young stud too, however she just didn't want to. They either didn't know who she was really, unaware of how big she'd been when on the X-files, which was something she did get off on she had to admit, or they did know and wanted to fuck Scully, not her. Gillian read through the magazine, all the various articles, interviews, fashion, problem pages and stuff about the newest sex toys out, which caught her eye briefly, though she was happy with the ones she had already. She reached the adverts, which took up around half of the magazine like every other these days. Unlike most people who closed it and wondered where most of their money went, she kept reading through it, picking up on a small advert hidden away under modelling.

"Wanted: Female model for student photography project. Ideally slim but, anyone considered."

It was very vague, and seemed very low-key as well, as stated something for a course with little money involved. All about the artistic merit as it were. She pondered for a moment, tempted by it, even though it was just someone using her for what she looked like, nothing long term. However they wouldn't know it was her coming, so wouldn't get any ideas about Dana Scully. She downed the rest of her glass, giving a satisfied sigh, feeling a little shiver run through her, the wine well and truly loosening her up.

"Oh the hell with it, why not," she said, putting down her glass and picking up the nearby phone, quickly dialling the number in the advert. She knew it was late, but had to do it right then. Being sober she'd never do it, it was a spur of the moment thing. It rang for a minute and then was answered by a tentative voice.

"Hello?" said a male voice, just as she'd figured it would be.

"Hi there, I'm calling about this advert you placed, wanting a model?" she purred, well at least she tried. She might just as well have slurred, being a little inebriated.

"Oh right…yes I'm still looking, you interested?" he said a little disjointedly, clearly not used to dealing with people, or perhaps she was purring really nice she figured. She was indeed purring nicely, and her American accent wasn't helping to keep him cool, since the fact a woman had decided to model for him was one thing, but she also seemed rather keen.

"I just have a few questions though, if you don't mind?" she said, pausing for him.

"Um sure, what you wanna know?" he said, a little concerned sounding, as if he was worried he'd lose his model before they'd even started.

"Well, would it show my face?" she said a little hesitantly, since she didn't really want to get recognised in some less then professional photo shoot. It would make her look rather easy and give even more guys ideas about getting her between the sheets for a quickie.

"Well, I hadn't thought about it, but if you don't want to we can work around that, it won't really affect the shoot I guess," he said, thinking about it for a moment. 

"Cool, and is there anyone else coming?" she said, since she didn't need someone else there who'd blab about it. She was pretty sure she could convince him not to tell anyone who modelled for him.

"No…no just you, nobody else has called," he said quickly, making her smile a little, able to hear his heavy breathing over the phone.

"Good, nice to not feel part of a line of ladies waiting for you," she said with a smile, her voice taking a smooth tone as she did, hearing him give a stuttering breath.

"Nope, just you and me, have you all to myself," he said, almost groaning to himself at the end of the phone at the line he'd used, just because this woman happened to have a sultry voice.

"Good. Is there anything you'd like me to wear particularly, since I guess you don't have wardrobe being a student thing?" she asked, pondering what she could do.

"No I don't…it's sposed to be light and dark, using shadows, reflections, contrasts…stuff like that," he said, explaining his objective so at least she had some idea. Gillian pondered a moment, and then grinned to herself as a naughty thought crossed her mind.

"Well…I have a skin-tight black latex rubber catsuit, almost mirror shine. Perhaps that would work?" she teased, practically hearing his heart stop over the phone, which it almost did, before squeezing into a rapid pumping motion. He let out a heavy breath which barely refrained from a groan, something she'd heard from men countless times, usually not over the phone though, and couldn't help but give a slight giggle.

"Yeah that'd be just…wow…couldn't be better really," he breathed, his mind rushing with the mental image of this woman that he'd built up from her voice alone, wrapped in a black catsuit, moving at his whim.

"Excellent, I'll bring that along then. Anything else?" she said, making sure it was all settled.

"Um…yeah….what size are you? I mean like height, build and stuff you know," he quickly added, realising how rude he was to ask. She just smiled, surprising him with her bold answer.

"I'm five-foot-three, 34C, 25, 35, red hair, size seven feet," she said with a little laugh.

"Thanks," he said after a pause, "I didn't mean to be so rude," he quickly added, wanting to make sure she knew he wasn't like that.

"It's fine, so where is it and when would you like me?" she purred. After a bit more panicked and hasty breathing and fumbling of words he gave her the address and asked her to show up around six in the evening, which pleased her as it gave her more time to sober up and do something with her day.

"Excellent, I'll see you tomorrow then," she purred.

"Yeah, see you soon, can't wait to get you here…I mean get started," he fumbled, again almost groaning to himself at the pathetic line.

"It'll be soon enough, goodnight," she said with a giggle in her sultry tone, blowing a kiss down the phone and then hanging up. She laughed out loud to herself after she did, settling into a giggling fit as she poured herself another glass of wine, thinking of what was to come after her teasing of him over the phone, which she realised had got her more than a little turned on. Her nipples were stiff and pointing through her light top since she wasn't wearing a bra, and her pussy felt a little damp as well. The wine and her little phone fun had helped to get her going, and she pondered how she might deal with it, thinking to her trusty sex toys, which had never let her down when she was single. They'd certainly be getting a little run tonight…  

Dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a top, her red hair down round her face and wearing sunglasses, Gillian strutted on a pair of black high heels to the door of the address she'd been given, a simple suburban flat. She pressed the bell, then stood back and waited, glancing around briefly till she glanced a shape through the glass of the door, which soon swung open to a guy in his early twenties. He had to be over a decade her junior with ease, taking him in from behind her dark glasses as he looked her over with wide eyes, taking her in.

"Hi I'm here for this photo shoot thing?" she said with a smile.

"Um…oh yes of course, come in," he said, directing her up the stairs, a little surprised at this older woman coming to do it, rather than some young wannabe, though she was still smoking hot. He hadn't recognised her, though she did seem very familiar to him, something that was kind of sidelined as he followed her up the stares, taking in her arse through her tight jeans. They got into his flat, closing the door and leading her through to his front room and offering her a seat with a wave of his hand.

"Um…can I get you something to drink? Tea, coffee?" he said, being polite and once again trying to work out why she seemed so familiar to him.

"No I'm fine thanks," she said, just looking to get on with it really. She was sober now and had to hold her nerve.

"Ok, then we should uh…just get down to it I spose?" he said, grimacing internally at his phrase as soon as he finished speaking.

"Sounds good," she said, ignoring any innuendo he'd created.  "Ok then, it's just through here," he said, indicating she should follow and leading her to one of the bedrooms, which had been set-up as a mini studio, with lights and a background.  "Not bad, pretty professional for a student project if you ask me, you must be pretty good at your course," she complimented, buttering him up a little.

"Yeah well…I guess, not if I don't get this assignment done," he said, glancing to her.

"Well that's what I'm here for," she said, pulling her dark glasses off and flicking her red hair back a bit, letting him see her properly, where it immediately fell into place.

"Oh…my…god…" he breathed, his eyes practically bulging as he stared at her, as she smiled back before extending a hand.

"Hi, I'm Gillian Anderson," she purred soothingly with a grin. He stared at her in disbelief for a moment before he quickly took her hand and shook it, allowing her to pull herself forward and peck him on the cheek.

"I can't believe you're…that you…I mean wow. What are you doing here?" he spluttered, trying not to fall over his tongue.   "You needed a model, I was curious, so here I am. Hope I'm good enough for you," she teased.

"You're perfect, better than I could ever…he fumbled

"Glad to please, where can I change?" she said, holding up her bag.

"Oh er…the screen, behind the screen," he stumbled, pointing to it, which at a glance looked like part of the reflecting scenery.

"Thanks," she said, giving him a grin sure to stiffen him up before stepping behind. Knowing he was going to be watching, trying to see through the screen, she made a movie-style show of it. Peeling her top off, she threw it over the top of the screen to hang it, so he could see it and his mind could work with the image of her with no top. She wondered if he'd imagine her with a bra or not, though she was wearing one, a simple black one, which she kept on for now as she kicked the heels off and unbuttoned her jeans. Wiggling her hips, she pushed them down to her ankles, which was visible below the screens bottom edge, before stepping out of them and throwing them over the screen as well. Now she unhooked her bra, slipping it quickly off and throwing it over the top of the screen, before reaching down for her knickers. She could probably keep the black thong on under the suit, only a thong because she liked wearing them and it matched her bra, but she was looking to tease him and realistically after a fuck, so decided to do away with it. Pushing it down, she kicked it off her foot, deliberately under the side of the screen so he could see it, hearing his breath catch a little, making her smile.

"So you all ready for pics, what camera you got?" she asked, standing totally naked behind the screen, reaching down to run her fingers over her completely shaven pussy, bumping her clit, sending a thrill through her that made her bite her lip. Broken from his daze of imagining Gillian Anderson naked, he quickly worked out what she'd said.

"Nikon digital SLR, fifteen megapixel," he said, looking up at her bra hanging over the top of the screen.

"Pretty fancy, must've cost a packet," she said, undoing her bag and retrieving her black rubber catsuit. She'd bought it for an old boyfriend, he'd wanted to see her in it after she did a photo shoot in a latex suit, and she'd happily obliged. It'd led to some fantastic sex, especially when she'd said she'd only do it if he ate her pussy really well afterwards, which he'd done.

"Yeah, well I got this grant and then a loan as well, covered it, figured I might as well get something good. Need to capture beauties like you in very high detail," he said, putting himself out there a bit. It was just what she wanted. He was certainly up for it, and a young guy like him would be nice and energetic for her, however he would still have to work to get in her knickers.

"Hard to get models then?" she said, undoing the suit and pushing it down to step into it. It was full body, including her feet, leaving only her face revealed, though the rest of her was completely shown by the way it hugged her curves, and it was not unknown for her nipples to show through when they stiffened up.

"Yeah, lots of girls just don't want to do it unless they're getting on the cover of Vogue or something," he said, fiddling with his camera as she pushed her feet into the snug rubber, working it onto her feet. Once they were in, she rolled the legs up, the tight rubber stretching round her slender legs as she rolled it up, grasping the sides and pulling it up, the crotch pulling onto her bald pussy, which she'd shaved just that morning in the shower in readiness. She gave a little gasp, which she knew he could hear, then worked her arm into the tight black latex rubber, squeezing it in. Gillian refrained from cursing as it pulled at her skin a bit before sliding properly, pushing her hand out the sleeve. Turning her attention to the other side, she forced her left arm in as well, which pulled the suit together over her body, only it didn't. The suit was tight, and that meant it had to squeeze her body just like the rest of her limbs, and right now it was on the outsides of her breasts pushing them in, up and out, which was something she was sure he'd love if he saw her this way.

 "Nearly ready?" he asked tentatively.

 "Not quite, gotta squeeze myself in," she purred, giving a little giggle as she reached up and pulled the suit over her breasts as best she could, leaving her with a very exposed cleavage as she reached down to find the zip. Well, there were two. This was a kinky suit, and it had one zip but two pullers, one from each end, meaning it could be opened just between her legs for obvious reasons, or pulled down at the top. Finding the highest one, she pulled it up, pushing the other one down to completely seal the suit and keep her concealed, then stood up and pulled the zip up, pressing her breasts down as she pulled it up to let it shut, stretching over her 34Cs as she pulled it up to her neck, reaching down to cup her breasts, giving a quick squeeze to thrill herself and then pull at the rubber to settle it. Stood in the corner was a mirror, which he'd had the foresight to put in so his models would be satisfied. Stepping over to it, she saw herself in it, just about holding back from giving a little happy cry as she saw herself in the suit for the first time in years, and looking just as hot. Gillian couldn't help but run her hands over her silky smooth body, brushing her hair forward so it hung down round her face. Quickly finding her bag, she added some deep red lipstick and a quick flick of some more mascara to finish her "look" off, then stepped back into her black heels.

 "Ok I'm ready," she called. He picked up his camera and didn't even dare to blink, not wanting to miss a thing as she revealed herself. He almost dropped his camera again as she stepped out, revealing her slender, diminutive curves hugged skin-tight by the shiny black rubber, accentuating all the important parts. She stood for him to take in, to match to his dream of her, her cute face with its foxy make-up, the skin-tight rubber bulging over her ample breasts, running down to hug her waist and out over her hips, round over her pussy, the zip running in line with where he'd love to slip into her, and then hugging her legs all the way down to her toes in her black high-heels.

"Goddamn…" he breathed, staring at her without even pretending not to.

"Well guys always seem to like this, and I'm thinking it reflects light for all your light and dark type objectives huh?" she said, turning round to show off her ass, hearing him draw breath. Standing straight at first, she gave him a second and then arched her back, pushing it out, before putting a hand on her hip and twisting up towards him a bit, before really going for it and bending right over in front to just touch her toes, giving him a glance at her hot ass and the bulge of her pussy between her encased thighs before she stood up.

"Well, let's get going huh?" she purred, smiling as she strutted out on her heels to his photographic area, which had a desk and chair at one side. He glanced at her bright red nails quickly, loving the contrast with her suit.

"Um…sure, sure," he said quickly, turning the camera on, the whirr of it powering it up cutting the intense atmosphere.

"How do you want me? Remember no headshots," she said, striking a pose with a smile as he flicked on his lighting.

"Of course, well need to do some basic shots first, just get this dialled in and all," he said, "so if you could just stand there against the plain background we'll do some simple shots and get it all sorted," he said, managing to be quite professional despite the semi he was concealing in his jeans as she stepped into place, facing him as she stood against the background. Holding her arms out slightly and spreading her legs a bit more offered his camera a view at every little curve of her body, which was quickly captured by the beep as he took the first picture.

"How's that?" she asked as he checked it on the screen. Carefully studying it for a second, he started adjusting some things.

"ISO's a bit high, it's almost spot on though," he said, changing the settings a bit.

"Good stuff," she said, ready to pose.

 "Yeah, if I could just take a couple more test shots…" he said, holding it up.

"Sure, just tell me how you want me," she giggled, standing back again as she had been. He took another picture, same as his first, to check it was how he wanted.

"Turn around," he said with a slightly shaky voice. She did as asked, arching her back a little so he got a good look at her ass, which she knew he wanted. She heard the beep of the camera.

"Now to your left, arms at your sides, deep breath," he said quietly, just barely able to push it through his nerves. She knew exactly what he wanted, which was a side-profile of her, with her tits pushed out, though he didn't say it. With a smile, she turned to her left, pulled herself up straight, arched her back and breathed in deeply, pushing her chest out, and with it her tightly squeezed breasts. He positioned it so her head wasn't in shot and took the photo, the distinctive beep as he did. She turned back as he checked them on the screen, looking at them a bit longer than she was sure he really needed to, smiling as he did, glancing at the slight bulge in his trousers as he flicked through them.




Gillian Anderson: Skintight Shoot



"Seems to have captured your…I mean captured the image just perfect now, so we can…continue…" he said.

"Ok then, sounds good, we can get down to business…so to speak," she purred, smiling again with just the hint of her tongue over her lips.

"Yeah, all ready to go now I guess," he said, holding the camera up again to aim it at her rubber clad body.

"So, why you want to get into photography?" she said, turning and striking a pose for him.

"Well…I can be artistic with it. I don't write or anything, and I'd really like to try and do something new in a genre kind of thing," he said, taking a shot of her as she posed. She changed to another pose, a leg raised to rub her heel on the inside of her other thigh as she gave him a "Really?" glance.

"Ok and so I get to look at hot girls all day," he said with a smile, unable to resist her charm.

"I knew it," she said with a giggle as he snapped her, turning and pressing her arms against the background, arching her back and spreading her legs provocatively for him, making him hesitate at her boldness for a moment.

"Well…it's already working isn't it," he said, his heart pounding as he took the picture, loving how she looked that way, just imagining her like that but naked, wanting to be taken.

"I guess so," she purred, turning back, now getting a little turned on herself showing off for him, feeling her nipples screw themselves up inside the hot suit, pressing against it, sure to be showing through. They were, just slightly, little points through the skin-tight rubber, not unnoticed by him, making him pause and look straight at them. She played along, holding her hands up and pressing her fingers over them, showing off her bright red nail polish, making him blush at being caught.

"It's ok, take it," she said softly, squeezing her legs together tightly to give her body an accentuated profile, so she went in and out in just the right places, up to her full breasts, covered by her soft hands with their dazzling nails. He took the picture, catching a sneaky glance at the way her thighs squeezed together at her crotch so perfectly.

"Ok…I think that's enough basic shots there," he said, standing up from the crouched position he'd adopted, seeing her stand at ease again, relaxing as she waited to see what he wanted to do with her next.

"Ok, what you got in mind from here?" she said, just waiting for him to take control.

"Well it's about light and all that, so I'll turn some on and off, but I think some more poses where it's not just you and a background, maybe on that desk and chair?" he said, pointing to them.

"I knew they were here for a reason," she replied with a smile, "want to move them over here?"

"No I've got them, thanks though," he said, laying his camera down and moving to shift the furniture, trying to hide the bulge in his jeans from her, and failing. She did move the chair however as he got the desk, just cheekily brushing up against him to let him feel the smooth rubber slide over his skin, seeing him give a little shudder before he stepped away again.

"Anything in mind?" she said, running her fingers along the wooden desktop.

"Well…perhaps some sort of…office type shots, as it you're at work?" he said with a slightly optimistic smile.

"I think I can manage that," she said, slipping into the chair, turning to face him slightly, crossing her legs and leaning on the edge of the desk, a fingertip in her mouth, even though he wasn't shooting any pictures with her face in.

"Oh that's perfect, that'd be one saucy secretary," he said, taking pictures as she altered her poses slightly, putting feet up on the desk, trailing a pencil down her front, leaning down to a bottom draw, where shadows from the desk hid parts of her dark suited body and made other areas appear more prominent.

"Perfect, if I ever need a secretary I hope she's like that…" he breathed, unable to hold it back now.

 "Yeah, Maggie Gyllenhaal's got nothing on me," Gillian giggled, striking another saucy pose. He paused quickly to turn off the lights on front of her, back lighting her and showing her silhouette, so sleek and strokable, the light glowing round her like a halo on a solar eclipse. Leaning back in the chair, she lifted her feet to rest on the desk itself, leaning back casually as he snapped some more backlit shots, picking the best poses for outlines and shadows to make the most of the light. Climbing off the chair, she pulled herself right onto the desk on all fours, sinking her back and pushing her ass out, for a great side-on shot.

"So ah..Gillian, what you working on at the moment?" he asked as he photographed her. They'd both settled into their roles and she just did a pose and he snapped it. It's the way it was in photo shoots, and he seemed to have that side of the profession down.

"Oh various things, a new movie and reading into some more stage work, I enjoy that," she said casually as she posed on the desk, creating the silhouette images for him.

"Sounds good, you're good, so people should be snapping you up," he commented, unable to disguise his heavy breathing through his nerves. She gave a smile as he stood up, a clear bulge in his trousers from staring at her rubber-clad figure.

"That'll do for backlit, now for front lit," he said, switching the lights, making her squint.

 "Sorry about that," he said, though he was now sort of backlit, hiding his erection from her view.

"No it's fine, I'll manage," she said with a cute smile, which was enough to affect him since he was so on edge, pausing before he continued. He carried on, shooting the same position only front lit this time, and she resumed moving through different poses as they talked.

"So, you got a girlfriend right now?" she purred as she sat up on the desk, sitting with her legs crossed over the side, the light reflecting strongly off her thighs. He was a little taken aback by the question, struggling for an answer at first.

 "Not right now," he said quietly, concentrating on snapping her, picking out a particular shine on her shoulder and breast.

"Really? Girls always like the art types, intellectual and sensitive," she purred with a pout of her full lips.

"Could've fooled me," he said as she slipped back into the chair for more direct shots. Legs over the arm, crossed once more and so on.

"I do," she purred slyly, giving a smile as she drew her legs up and clutched them to herself on the chair for an innocent looking pose.

"That's all that matters then," he said with am smile, eyeing her as she stood up, capturing various shots of her as she moved.

"Seems so doesn't it," she teased, turning away from him.

 "So…are you seeing anyone right now?" he asked tentatively as she pouted back over her shoulder, despite the fact he wasn't using her head in the photos, which was making taking them slower.

"Not right now, I'm single and looking," she said softly, bending straight over the desk in front of him. He was trying to chat her up, there was no doubt about that. He wasn't quite as subtle as he thought, being more a quiet type that kept to himself, but he interested her so she played along. He certainly seemed like he'd be good for a fuck, there was no doubt about that. He practically groaned as she bent over, showing off her fine ass and thighs in the skin-tight rubber, arching her back up so he could see her shoulders over the top of it for another picture.

"How's that?" she cooed, glancing back to him as he ogled her.

"Spread your legs," he said without even thinking, realising how much he was asking for. However, she didn't protest, she just did it, stepping her feet apart to reveal the bulge of her sweet pussy between her legs.

"Like this?" she purred as he just stared, unable to even raise his camera.

"Just like that, damn…" he breathed, finally lifting his camera and taking the picture with the distinctive beep. She stood up, then posed turned towards him, before moving to bend over onto the chair for another side profile, but different this time.

"Good photos? For your project that is?" she said with a smirk, knowing full well he'd be using a lot of these for something other than his project.

"Yeah, just need to adjust something here," he said, reaching up to move one of the lights a bit. Standing facing him, she crossed her arms under her breasts, pulling them up a little for him, her nipples showing through the rubber fully now, stiff and tight from her arousal.

"That's great, arch your back, push your chest out," he said. She did as he asked, knowing full well she was doing it for his pleasure, but that was the aim right now.

"How about you…put your arms down, sort of push your ti…I mean breasts together?" he asked quietly, pushing his luck. She glanced to the bulge under his denim as she lowered her arms, before tensing them and pulling them in to push her breasts together and up tightly.

 "Like this?" she asked with a seductive smile.

"Yeah that's just…yeah just like that," he mumbled as he used his camera, his hands shaking a bit, worrying him the image would blur, but he got away with it as he snapped the stunning Anderson.

"Anything else?" she purred, just letting him have run of her body almost.

"Spread your legs some more," he murmured.

"You already saw that," she teased, but still did it.

 "Well it's a sort of power stance, looks great, and you just suit it so well…" he trailed off, glancing to her pussy through the rubber. She just gave a dirty little giggle as he did, still pushing her breasts up for him.

"You're a great model you know, just perfect," he said as he photographed her, picking out some specific reflections, shadows and contrasts for his college work so he got that done at the very least.

"I could be better," she said with a sultry glance, leaning forward a bit.

"Really? How?" he said, since she was willing and sexily dressed, he couldn't ask for anything more really.

"Well, I could show a little skin…" she said, sliding her hands back up and taking hold of her zip. He stopped dead, not even breathing as he just gaped at her pulling the zip down her suit, the tight rubber peeling open to reveal her pale skin. Holding it at the top so it didn't slide off her ample breasts, she pulled the zip down to her stomach, then reached up and took hold of both sides with her hands at her breasts, using the heels of her hands to push her breasts together and create a great cleavage.

"There, better?" she said with a teasing smile and flick of her eyebrow.

"Oh my god…" he breathed, still staring.

"Come on, chop chop, back to business," she said, startling him out of his stupor.

"Sorry sorry, it's just that, you know…" he said, raising his camera and photographing her.

"It's fine," she said, leaning forward to offer a great shot down between her firm breasts. He took a few more photos of her as she wiggled and posed for him, letting him get a good look at her breasts and the revealed strip down her middle. He had to pause to change his memory card as the first one was full, but then they continued, with Gillian pausing to pull the zip further down. There was no point her turning around, so they did a mixture of shots of her standing in front and behind the desk, leaning against it, over it, on and around the chair, edging the zip further and further down. The edges of the suit barely covered her nipples, revealing her ripe breasts almost entirely as they pushed the boundaries, her zip dropping until it was just above her pussy, barely hiding what he lusted after, well one of the things. Allowing him to get some saucy pictures, and making it clear she was a very willing subject, she let him have his eyeful before she pulled the zip back up to conceal herself, delighting him with how she struggled to pull it past her ample breasts, but disappointing him as she concealed herself.

"That's enough of that…for now," she said with a smile as she posed again, tamer without the skin on show, but in just as provocative positions, bending over the desk, laying along it, her leg extended into the air, doing stretches and all variety of other things. He took the time now, managing to control his hormones and resist his urges to just push on with things, moving and changing lights, adding shadows and different things here and there, doing some close-up shots of reflections and so on, getting some real good stuff for his project. How could a model be any better when she was completely shiny and he was doing photos involving light. After doing a few shots with her slumped down in front of the desk, a glass in hand, also adding to refractions and shine, and giving the pictures some feel and story as it were, she had to have a rest.  "I need a break, I'm getting too hot in this thing," she said, indicating the latex rubber catsuit, which she was cooking inside, especially under the lights.

"Sure thing," he said, moving forward to quickly offer her a hand to stand up. She took it, letting him pull her to her feet with a smile.

 "Thanks," she giggled, leaning up to peck him on the cheek. Without another word, she grasped the zip and pulled it straight down. The tightness of the suit meant it couldn't contain her breasts, and without her holding it over them it just split open and slid off her ample rack to reveal them, slowly at first before suddenly giving way, slipping off them to their sides, pushing them up slightly, showing off her nipples to him for the first time, erect and proud since she was turned on. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he just stared wide-eyed, but she didn't stop there, pulling the zip right down, all the way under between her legs to reveal her pussy as well, the zip deafeningly loud as the stretchy rubber peeling back to reveal her waxed smooth mound, puffy and ready as well.

"Jesus Christ…." He breathed, staring at her as she showed off her most intimate areas, her C-cups pushed together a bit by the suit, sporting rock hard nipples, and her completely bald pussy on show, which drew his attention.

"There, much better," she said casually, as if unconcerned she may as well be naked for him, stretching and pushing her hair back. She walked around a little, just comfortably cooling down as he stared, itching to get his camera and photograph her, but he imagined that would really piss her off.

 "So how long you been on this course, when do you complete it?" she asked, turning back to him, just smiling as she saw him drinking in her body.

"Oh um…this is the second year of it, two year course. Got about four months left of it now," he murmured, unable to draw his eyes from body, except to meet hers, which only seemed to tell him to enjoy her frontal display. She'd clearly done it for him, because he couldn't imagine she showed off the goods for every photographer she met, though he couldn't work out why she was doing it for him, or what she was even doing there.

"What do you normally photograph? Models, objects?" she asked, just keeping a normal kind of conversation going with him.

"Well…it's usually some kind of effect. It could be…reflections on water, or shadows or something like that, so we just go out and find things to photograph. This is a very open one, and I wanted to do something different," he said, looking to her once more and her shiny black suit. She sat down in the chair as they talked, making no move to cover herself at all.

"So this is the first time you've used a model?" she asked.

"Well, privately yes. We did some general shots of people and as part of the course but that wasn't anything like this," he said, indicating the private studio they were in, well as best he could make it.

"So am I good enough as a model?" she giggled, leaning back and eyeing him, especially the full mast in his trousers, which he'd long since given up trying to hide from her, which was fair enough given she was showing off for him.

"You're brilliant, so professional, getting the job done here," he said with a smile, which was true, it was flowing along perfectly for getting photos with minimal trouble.

"And what about me, personally?" she said with a sexy sideways smile, egging him on.

"You're fantastic. Smart, gorgeous, sexy…willing…" he said, casting an eye down to her pussy.

"So if you could have me…helping with your projects…" she said slowly.

"I wouldn't say no," he said, catching her gaze.

"Who says I'm offering?" she said quietly, giving a little wiggle of her eyebrows and standing up, reaching down for the zip, pulling it swiftly up to her stomach, where she paused to ease her breasts into the black rubber, before sliding it right to the top, concealing her sexy body once more. He tried not to outwardly show his disappointment, but he really thought he'd blown it as she stood up and got professional again, thinking she'd simply wanted to tease him, or offered him the opportunity which he'd missed out on.

"So, is there anything specific you'd like to do?" she asked, stepping back towards the desk, glancing over her shoulder at him, taking him back a little at the rather open question.

"Umm what do you mean?" he said with a slight frown, not wanting to put his foot in it.

"Well maybe something a little kinkier?" she purred, turning to lean against the desk, holding onto its edge as she looked at him sweetly. He paused, holding back his gasp and keeping far more composure now, his mind racing with possibilities, though he couldn't hold back a hesitant sound.

"Umm…well…how about…" he attempted, trying to build up the nerve to tell some kind of risqué idea to the foxy redhead.

"Well, how about something with handcuffs?" she said, holding out a hand as if she were offering them right there.

"Yeah…yeah that'd be good, and a blindfold perhaps?" he asked carefully, checking the way as it were.

"Yeah that'd be good, suit the look," she said with a smile. 

"I'll just go find them," he said, quickly heading out of the room. It took him mere seconds to locate them and return to the waiting Anderson, who smiled as he passed her the blindfold and handcuffs.

"Do I want to know why you have these?" she said with a giggle, putting the cuffs down and taking the blindfold in her hands, ready to put it on.

"Well…I think you get the idea," he said with a smile, finding his camera again.

"Yeah, well I've had more than the idea of them before," she said with a little smirk. The idea of not using her head or face in any shots seemed to have been forgotten, by both of them, with him taking a series of photos of her holding the blindfold and a sexy smile, then putting it on, tying it behind her head and then in it, a further series of shots of her wearing it. Pouting, pointing to it, acting casually, and a collection of poses, such as peeking out underneath it as he snapped away, filling another memory card.

"This ok?" she asked, playing innocent as he swapped the memory card over, pushing the blindfold to her forehead.

"Perfect," he said, before she picked up the handcuffs.

"Moving on," she purred, waving them a little at him with a dirty grin.

"Sounds good," he said, returning her smile as she slipped them onto her wrists.

"Ever think your little assignment would turn out this way?" she teased as she locked her wrists together.

"Not in a million years," he said as she pulled the blindfold back down.

"Sometimes you get lucky huh?" she said with a smile, turning to pout as he started to take more pictures of her with her cuffs on, in various places and positions, including a great shot of her kneeling down with her tongue out, holding up her cuffed wrists as if begging. He didn't know why she offered him such a shot, but he wasn't complaining.




Gillian Anderson: Skintight Shoot



"Very lucky," he murmured, snapping away as she continued to pose, arching and bending her body for him, playing the shackled submissive for the camera. He continued to photo her as she unlocked the cuffs, zooming in for some shots of her hands and the cuffs, the light glinting off them and the sleeves of her catsuit for some nice artistic type shots. Standing up fully, she put her hands behind her back and clipped the handcuffs shut again to lock her hands behind her back, above her snugly rubber coated rear. Turning round, she arched her back and wiggled it slightly for him, his camera going off plenty as he photographed her from various angles, high and low, turning lights on and off to change the effects over her reflective black body. She made his breath catch as she bent over the desk, laying on the wooden top and spreading her legs without being asked, pulling at her cuffs to look helpless and willing for a fuck. A few more shots of her pouting later, with her hands cuffed behind her back were enough to make any man eager, and his hardon was clearly visible in his jeans. A few shots of her arse later and he was fit to burst, but he had to be patient, since he was sure she was just playing with him. Why would she do anything more? He was privileged just to have her here for this photoshoot in the first place, let alone being willing to do a range of kinky stuff in a rubber catsuit.

"Damn that's good," he breathed as she stood up, unable to unlock herself.

 "Want to cuff me up, like to the furniture or anything?" she said with a playful smile, stepping back towards him a bit.

"Really? Yeah that'd be great, if you don't mind?" he said, his voice almost cracking.

"Might as well go the whole hog now huh? If you uncuff me that is," she said with a laugh, turning away from him, inviting him to put his hands tantalisingly close to her smooth, firm rear. With shaking hands, he laid his camera down and stepped forwards, unlocking the cuffs with the key she had clutched in her hand, freeing one of her wrists, unable to resist and sliding his hand down over her bum. She simply glanced back and didn't say a word, knowing she was tempting it and quite happy to let him grope her.

"So where do you want me?" she purred, offering herself with arms out a little, the cuffs dangling from one wrist. He managed to resist the urge to say something like 'any way you'll let me have you'.

"Um…well…how about…" he trailed off, walking around the desk, Gillian turning round to keep facing him.

"Yes?" she cooed softly, just smiling politely, waiting to be ordered around, something that was an exceptional turn on.

"How about you…bend over the desk, and I handcuff you to the drawer handle here?" he said, pointing with a trembling finger.

"Sounds good, certainly give some nice…reflections," she teased, smiling seductively as she slowly bent over the desk under his entranced gaze. He didn't say another word, taking her wrists in his unstable hands, hoping she didn't notice how hot they were through her rubber suit as he guided them down, urging her to lean a bit further over to reach the next handle down. This meant that her feet were only just on the floor, pulling her body nice and tight, leaving her vulnerable and inviting as he looped the cuffs through the handle and secured her free wrist, hearing her give a satisfied little murmur.

"There, secure," he said, standing up and looking down over her back in her prone position, unable to stop his hand just teasing through her soft red hair.

"Can't escape you now, so go for it," she breathed, meaning the photography, but her words were just so heavily loaded. In a near daze he went back to his camera, picked it up, turned it on again and raised it to snap her firm rear in the tight suit. Moving round slightly each way, he got different angles and different shadows and lights, switching a few on and off, moving them about a bit to enhance and hide certain parts of her, getting another couple of backlit side on profile shots of her bent over the desk in her sexy suit. He didn't know what came over him, well…them. The atmosphere was so hot and tense, just leading towards what they knew was going to happen. Approaching her prone form, he reached out and placed his hand on her ass, without any protest from her. Sliding it up, he stroked up the back of her smooth black suit, taking in the pinch of her waist before slipping back down to her rear, stroking down the cleft of her rubber encased cheeks, bolding pushing his fingers right down and onto the bulge of her pussy.

 She didn't complain, just standing over the desk obediently, letting his hands roam. Lightly running his fingers over the warm, soft bulge, he let them find the zip. The suit was double zipped for access from both ends, and he put that to use now, pulling it a little for a moment before he slid the zip up, the sound of the zip opening scything through the air cleanly as he reached under her to push the zipper forwards up her groin, the tight rubber peeling aside so her smoothly shaven cameltoe pressed into his wrist as he did. He immediately gasped as the warm, soft lips pressed into him, accompanying Gillian's gasp as she was stimulated slightly by the pressure to her labia. Pushing the zip up, he eased the rubber open a little more with shaking hands and heavy breathing so she was completely exposed, her delicate inner lips peeking out, before he stepped away and got his camera once more. Gillian Anderson never uttered a word throughout this as he started to take snaps once more, photographing her as a whole exposed, and then focussing on her exposed pussy. They didn't need to talk about it. They knew these pictures wouldn't be entering his college assignment. 

He took a good series of photos and then walked back to her, still holding his camera. Moving round in front of her, he crouched down, tentatively raising the camera to aim at her face, where she immediately posed accordingly. He smiled as she pouted and licked for the camera, sliding her tongue over her lips, blowing kisses, smiling seductively, cocking an eyebrow and so on, looking so delightfully enticing, just giving him the come on loud and clear, at least that's how she played it for the camera. Standing up, he let the camera hang down on the neck strap, reaching down to once again brush his fingers through her soft red hair, then down onto her suit, stroking over her shoulders and off her side, before sliding them back. 

Barely able to think straight, his cock absolutely rock hard in his jeans, he slid his fingers back over her shoulder and then across her cheek slowly to her mouth, tracing her full, moist lips carefully before slipping two fingers into her mouth, pushing them slowly into the hot, succulent haven, where they were immediately greeted by her tongue and a light sucking. She was very willing it seemed, starting to show off a little at what she could do, moving her head a bit, her tongue curling between and round his fingers whilst she sucked firmly.

"Hm…you need something else to suck," he teased, reaching down with his other hand to push some hair back from her pretty face.

"As long as it's not a lolly I'm fine," she mumbled round his fingers. There was no more teasing now, it was obvious where they were. Sliding his fingers out of her mouth, he reached down and undid his jeans, trying not to seem too eager as he did so, freeing his rock hard erection, which sprung up in front of her. He reached down and hooked his fingers into her blindfold, slipping it up onto her forehead to show her his cock, twitching with his heartbeat as he offered it to her. Gillian eyed it lustily, taking in the decent seven-inch cock throbbing before her, before obediently opening her mouth, since she was restrained. He pushed it down a bit, resting his spare hand on her head as he slipped it into her mouth, groaning deeply as he slid over half of it into her waiting mouth, her tongue lifting so he glided over it. She gave an appreciative murmur, moving her head as best she could to bob lightly on him, sucking quite firmly as her tongue went to work on him, her moist, ruby lips sealing perfectly round him as he started to lightly thrust into her mouth, just holding her head lightly and thrusting his hips to pump his cock slowly in and out of her talented mouth.

"Fuck that's good," he breathed, finally getting his cock into her mouth, and the fact he was getting blown by Gillian Anderson, he was just living the dream. She kept at it, moving her head steadily as she sucked him off, his hands sliding into her soft red hair, fingers slipping through the warm strands as he took a slight grip on her head and started to hump her mouth, not going too hard or fast so as to annoy her, just helping her out, which she didn't mind, not protesting, simply using the extra movement to give a better blowjob. There was no need to change anything, aside from pushing a little more into her mouth, which she swallowed with ease, especially with the position, letting him get into her throat. They both just enjoyed it, eyes closed, Gillian enjoying wrapping her lips round a cock again, and him just loving her technique, unable to hold back from pressing him cock all the way into her till his balls were against her chin, again not hearing a single protest, simply a light moan of pleasure. He kept sliding in and out of her mouth for another couple of minutes, then pulled slowly back and out of her mouth, his cock even harder than before it'd gone in, making her give a little disappointed sound.

"You're missing out," she purred with a wry smile.  "I'll be the judge of that," he said with a smile, reaching down to tug her blindfold back over her eyes, his heart racing as he stepped away from her front, kicking his jeans and shorts off, his throbbing hardon leading him round the desk to her prone rear. Sliding his hand down her back, she shivered a little as he ran it over her ass, giving a positive squeeze to the firm cheek as he got behind her, letting that hand slide down between her legs, which she spread a bit more for him. Sliding over the edges of the suit, his fingers roamed over her soft pussy, stroking her smoothly waxed lips, letting his finger slip between them to feel her arousal, so hot and wet. Pushing his fingers up, he brushed over her rock hard clit, which had clearly been begging for a touch for ages, as she tensed up and whined in pleasure as the strong, almost unbearable sensation surged through her. Pulling back, he teasingly stroked up her slippery entrance, making her shuffle over the desk a little impatiently, before he just slipped his fingertips into her, stroking a little before he swapped to his thumb. He pressed his thumb to her snug entrance, then quite simply sunk it into her, making her gasp and arch tightly, using his other fingers to reach under her for her clit, massaging it firmly through its thin hood, pushing a loud groan of pleasure from her.

He rubbed at her for a minute or so, pulling back to delve two fingers into her, feeling her squeeze round him, clearly wanting it to be something else. Pulling them away, he stepped up behind her, which she could feel as he bumped her rubber coated legs, standing close to her and pressing his cock down to her dripping slit, just nudging the head in a little so he spread the puffy lips. He slid up and down with her abundant juices, his bulbous purple head just threatening to slip in, which he desperately wanted to do, but was trying to tease her. He couldn't resist any more as she shifted impatiently once more, pushing forward to just slip the head into her, past her entrance, both of them gasping as he initially penetrated her.

"Mmm that's nice," she murmured, squeezing at him as his hands slid over her ass, then down to her asshole. He'd read in an interview years earlier that she enjoyed anal sex, and couldn't resist testing it out. Running a finger round her ring, she wiggled a little with a throaty groan, trying to push back and take more of him in, before he pressed firmly at her anus with a finger, feeling her resist a moment before she relaxed, his finger sliding slowly into her ass, right to the knuckle as she sighed heavily. Pulling back, he thrust it into her a bit, making her squeeze him, her firm ass clenching and relaxing, inviting him to spank it with his spare hand, barely able to refrain from just driving his erection into the American redhead. He pressed his finger into her ass again, pushing a deep groan from her.

"You like that?" he teased, carefully fingering her backdoor.

"Uh huh…do you?" she shot back, playful attitude clear in her voice. She was basically offering herself, and whilst anal sex hadn't been the first thing she was intending to do with him, he was up for it and it'd be good fun, nice and naughty.

"Can I?" he said after a pause, since whilst she might be less than subtly hinting, he wasn't going to try and fuck Gillian Anderson up the ass without her making it clear she wanted him to.

"I dunno, can you?," she replied matter of factly, laying prone over the desk, her juicy pussy still wrapped round the head of his cock. He couldn't resist her pussy right then however, and pressed forward, sliding his full seven inches into her slick haven, feeling her squeeze and contract on him as he pressed almost all the way into her, both of them groaning.

"Why don't you just fuck me?" she gasped, sweating a bit in her suit now, and being turned on wasn't helping, and the fact his cock was buried in her.

 "Because I want your ass," he said, resisting the urge to thrust and start pumping her, slowly sliding back out of her.

"Is my pussy not good enough for you then?" she asked.

"Well of course it is, but this is your ass, it's special and I just can't turn that down," he said, as his head popped out of her, her inner labia clinging to it momentarily.

"What makes you think I'll let you fuck me later after you've finished with my ass?" she said moodily as he moved up to position himself.

"You'll want it just as much then as you do now," he said, pressing forward a bit, feeling her immediately resist him. Reaching under her, he fumbled to her pussy and found her stiff clit, rubbing her firmly, immediately feeling her shiver.

"You're probably right," she breathed, moaning deeply as he rubbed her button. He pressed again, her tight ring just beginning to yield slowly, and dryly beyond a bit of her own juices.

"If you're gonna fuck me in the ass at least use the lube I brought with me, so you can do me nice and hard," she said with a devilish grin, turned on and making it clear how she wanted him to fuck her. He pulled back from her, a tense pause before he delivered a hard spank to her rubber ass, making her squeal and clench, worrying her he wasn't going to listen and just do her hard anyway. He wasn't though, just asserting himself, since she was the one handcuffed and bent over. He stepped over and found her bag, rummaging through it briefly before he located the little tube of lubricant she'd mentioned, uncapping it and returning to her. He squeezed plenty into his hand and spread it over his cock, making sure to get plenty round the head to penetrate her with, then put the tube to her ass, squeezing out a good blob. She hissed at the cold jelly, then mumbled in pleasure as he spread it round her tight ring, pressing a finger in to get it in her as well, then pulled back, leaving them both well prepared.

"I'm waiting big boy," she teased, trying to glance back though she was still blindfolded. He wasted no more time, stepping close and pressing his raging erection to her tight arsehole once more, pressing firmly. At first he slipped off her and up between her cheeks a little, before resetting himself and guiding his cock with his hand, pressing against her resistance, being rewarded as she relaxed and the head of his cock just glided nicely into her, stretching her easily and sliding through her muscled ring to lock the head in her with a little gasp from the lady herself. Taking hold of her hips, he pushed into her, sliding slowly all the way into her, quite impressed as her ass just swallowed his full seven inches till his hips pressed against her peachy rear. She gave a squeeze round the base of his cock, feeling it jump inside her, knowing he was raring to go.

However he took his time, slowly sliding back full length, then slowly back in, just getting them both into it. For a couple of minutes he just slowly worked back and forth, not getting drawn in by the desire to pound her, Gillian a little impatient to get fucked, since she was so turned on. Her shoving back on him finally had enough affect to spur him on a bit and he picked up the pace, fairly tripling it from what it was, making both of them groan as he started to steadily pump in and out of her ass with just over half his cock. He made sure she took it balls deep each time though as he pumped at her, loving how her tight ass hugged him, and just enjoying the incredible view of redhead Gillian Anderson, encased in a black rubber catsuit, bent over before him with a cock up her ass. However, all this meant that he soon felt the rising of his climax. Having had a stiffy from the moment she emerged in her suit, he wasn't going to last long, and knew it was coming.

Gillian gave a gasp, her breath catching as he suddenly increased the pace, just stepping up to fairly pound on her ass, his hips slapping into her ass hard as he pumped in and out. She knew exactly what it meant, which was that he was about to come, and she decided she was going to help him out with that. He'd had an erection for far too long and needed some relief. Squeezing lightly, she tightened her ass a bit as he banged her over the desk, hearing him groan in return. Pumping into her, he was at the brink when she suddenly squeezed tightly, almost stopping his movement, immediately ramping up the stimulation to his cock as he plowed in. He managed to give her a couple more strained thrusts, before yanking out of her ass, leaving her gaping as she gave a little grunt of pain at the sudden withdrawal, gritting her teeth as he grabbed his cock and stroked himself fast, lasting only a few seconds before he burst, shooting a huge load of come up her back. Groaning loudly and shuddering, he pulled on his cock as it spurted over her back, the load unusually large because he was so horny, shooting his thick come up the black rubber suit, the first couple of shots landing almost in her hair on her shoulders. As he finished, giving a groan of relief and satisfaction, squeezing the last bit out onto her suit, the come stretched right down her back from her shoulders to her ass.

Gillian gave a giggle, having not come but not been expecting to really, she'd still enjoyed it, especially how she'd got him off. It wasn't every day she had an energetic young stud ass fucking her over a desk, so she'd enjoyed every minute of it.  

"Damn, that was fucking great…" he breathed, his hand resting on her ass.

"Glad I could oblige, you were pretty good," she purred, pushing up into his hand a little.

"Thanks Gillian," he said, using her name for perhaps the first time before delivering a slap to her ass and stepping away, his breathing still heavy as she laid and waited for him to return to her, catching her own breath. He picked up his camera again, the whir and beeps telling her he had, and that he intended to photograph this moment, something that she'd never done before, but it was alright, it was all part of their…bond. She heard it beep as he photographed her from behind, taking in her unzipped suit, wet pussy and relaxed asshole in the process. Taking some other shots showed the come shot up her back, from various angles, before he moved round to her face again.




Gillian Anderson: Skintight Shoot



 "Smile Gillian," he said, aiming it down at her in such a way as to see her face and the come down her back. Even though she was blindfolded, she lifted her head and flashed a dazzling smile, basically smiling at being a slut if anyone saw the picture, her cuffed hands also visible in the image. Having taken his photos, he turned the camera off, just thinking a second before he knelt down in front of her, then leaned forward and kissed her. Gillian was a little taken aback for a moment, a tad surprised he would, then melted into it, their tongues entwining as their lips locked, sharing a pleasant kiss before they broke apart as she gave a ragged breath. Standing up, he stepped round behind her again, running his hands over her smooth ass, before he reached down and took hold of her thighs firmly, lifting her and rolling her over on the desk as she gave a squeal.

"What are you doing?" she asked quickly as he rolled her over, the handcuffs twisting as he put her on her back on the desktop.

"Returning the favour," he said simply, referring to the orgasm she'd given him, when she hadn't had one herself. She arched her back as he stood up next to her, running his hands over her smooth, shiny suit, over the swell of her breasts and smooth stomach, down to where the zip was already up to expose her pussy. Sliding his hands back up, he took hold of the top zip, pulling it down past her breasts, the rubber suit immediately sliding off them once more and then pushing them back together, her stiff nipples screwed up and eager to be touched. Pulling the zipper down to just below her ribs exposed her full C-cups completely, Gillian smiling as the fresh air spread over her skin, right before his hands did, immediately grasping her breasts. She gave a low moan as he squeezed her rack firmly, her stiff nipples pressing into his palms, which his fingers quickly located, giving them the squeeze she'd been dying for.

"Oh yeah that's good," she breathed, pulling at her cuffs as he lightly pinched and tweaked her hard nipples, groping her breasts fully again before he leaned down to her chest, breathing warmly over her to tease her, making her squirm before he made contact with her soft body. Kissing her soft breast, he planted a relentless series of soft, moist kisses over her inviting breasts, avoiding both her nipples, which he continued to play with, just brushing them teasingly as he pulled off, right before he put his mouth on one.

"Goddamn like that," she growled as he sucked firmly at her nipple, squeezing carefully with his teeth and attacking with his tongue, suddenly pulling off to assault the other one, leaving the first cooling in the air, making her gasp.

"Fuck yeah, just like that," she groaned, her body arching tighter as he squeezed her breasts up to attack them better. Tonguing all over them thoroughly, he massaging at her nipples and tasted her soft, smooth skin, running up her chest, sliding his tongue up her smooth neck, hotly along her jaw and then onto her mouth, where he delved it into her mouth and kissed her, which she eagerly returned with a moan of pleasure and her ruby lips. Pulling away from her, she lie breathing heavily as he grabbed his camera, turning it back on again, willing it to hurry up as the half naked Anderson lay before him. Focussing it in, he snapped some photos, the beep breaking their breathing as he took a range of photos quickly of her naked chest and pussy through the gaps in the suit. Discarding the camera once more, he got back to her, immediately squeezing her breasts, though only with one hand, as his other went straight to her pussy, rubbing over it, his middle finger sliding across her sensitive clit, making her writhe and whine.

His fingers found the lower zip once more, drawing it up to join the other one below her ribs, leaving her smooth tummy exposed. Moving round between her legs, he leaned down and kissed her smooth, pale stomach, sliding his tongue down her and round her bellybutton, before he continued south towards her crotch, waxed smooth and waiting for him. He wasted no more time, sliding straight onto it, attaching his lips to her clit for a quick suck, his tongue flicking at her hood and dabbing directly at the button itself to make her breath catch in her throat.

 "I had that thing waxed for a reason, this is it," she purred as he slid his tongue down her slit, delving it straight into her juicy haven, feeling her walls squeeze in on his powerful, wiggling muscle. He wasn't sure if that meant specifically for today or in general, but he didn't care right then as he tasted her slippery pussy. Delving his tongue as deep as he could, he reached up to rub at her clit with his free hands as his other caressed her thigh, refraining from helping himself as his cock was now absolutely rock hard again. Pulling his tongue out, letting her muscles force him out, he moved right down to the bottom of her entrance, then dragged his tongue flatly up her soft labia, the lips yielding beneath it as he moved to the top, then dragged back down with the soft underside of his tongue, making her groan once more.

"Oh god don't hold out on me, lick my fucking pussy!" she shouted, wanting her clit paid proper attention. He didn't disappoint her, immediately locating it and giving it a suck, causing her to buck her hips. Her thighs tensed and she let out a long groan as he started nibbling at the delicate nub, attacking it with his tongue as he held onto her legs to keep her from kicking as he knelt between them. She was almost as bad as him, and after being turned on so long she just couldn't hold off any longer, her orgasm bursting through her body as he brushed her clit with his teeth, his tongue still attacking her briskly. She let out a piercing squeal of ecstasy, almost hurting his ears as he worked at her, tongue and jaw aching, her body giving a tremendous shudder, her back arching tighter as he orgasm flowed through her, a tingle racing up her spine to her brain as her squeal went too high to be heard by anything but dogs.

"Oh god…" she groaned through heavy breaths as her climax passed, her body hot and sensitive, almost to the air from her good hard orgasm, a big smile on her face from the peak. Standing up, he smiled as he took hold of her ankles, easily holding the grippy black rubber as he lifted her legs up, using them to lift her hips and position her perfectly at the edge of the desk so he could fuck her. Holding her legs, he wasted no time sliding in between them, his cock standing erect over her pussy. As he released a leg to position himself, she lowered it to his waist and hooked it round him, just holding off as he released her other one and pressed his cock down to her waiting snatch, pressing the bulbous head at the slick entrance to her pussy. Her legs tensed round him, pulling him into her, which he let her do, just thrusting a little to drive into her juicy haven once again, only this time he was going to fuck her, and hard.  "Don't you dare fucking hesitate on me this time!" she almost snapped, gritting her teeth as he thrust into her balls deep for the first time.

"Shut up and let me fuck you," he responded, equally gritting his teeth as he plunged himself into her squeezing cunt. They were both well into it, Gillian lifting her hips to meet him, pulling him hard into her with her powerful legs, wrapped around his arse, her ankles crossed behind him as he thrust into her, not waiting and immediately building up a good fast rhythm, stroking in and out of her as she clenched and writhed, grunting and groaning beneath him as she pulled at her handcuffs. She was positively loving this, as not only had she not had her pussy filled by anything other than a toy for a while, but he was also fucking her because he wanted her. Not Agent Scully, a hormone-fuelled fantasy for so many men that they expected of her in bed, but her, Gillian Anderson.

He looked down to watch his cock thumping in and out of her smooth pussy, the lips hugging every contour of his shaft her powerfully pumped in and out, giving it to her full depth every time, his head bumping her cervix and making him mumble with pleasure as he banged her C-spot, which made her contract on him every time, pushing an equal groan from himself. Holding her rubber coated thighs, he pulled himself into her powerfully, her pussy just so delightful, making fucking Gillian Anderson even better than he ever hoped. Of course he'd seen the X-files. She was downright hot in it, but it was her behind the character and that's what he'd always lusted for. Sliding his hands up her smooth, rubbery sides, he took in her waist, pulling down against her hips to thrust into her, pushing a throaty grunt from her, her breasts bouncing invitingly.

"Harder," she growled as he pumped into her pussy, her hips rolling and jerking to try and help him get everything into her he could. He allowed the natural friction from her suit, which was transmitting everything to the shaking, creaking desk that was never designed for a hot women to get fucked on its top, to hold her in place and slid his hands up to her chest, taking in her ribs as he slid them to her ample breasts, firmly grabbing both her jugs and giving a good squeeze, making her back arch further as she gave a deep, guttural groan, her body shivering, pussy squeezing, sending a reminder that he wouldn't have long in her hot pussy before she made him come. She however was much closer, enjoying herself thoroughly as his fingers sent little lightning bolts to her soul through her nipples as he pinched them, the hardest he had at any time, and it was the right time, just before he lowered his hands again. Taking her left leg, he lifted it up and hauled her knee over his shoulder, grasping her thigh strongly as he started to pump her intensely.

"That fucking hard enough?" he gasped, sweating hard as he fucked her, her other leg slipping from him and hanging limply off the desk as her body swam in pleasure.

"Yeah…don't…stop," she whined, his spare hand finding her pussy and stiff clit, which made her yelp as he touched it, her body shuddering it was so sensitive. Rubbing firmly, he ignored her attempted protests about it being too much, ramming into her hard, the desk rocking wildly as he briskly stimulated her clit, his fingers a blur over the intimate nub, which was far too much to take, her body stiffening on the desk, her pelvic muscles clenching tightly round his cock. She let out a scream of pleasure, her hips bucking powerfully on his cock as her muscles set about milking at his cock, taking him to the brink, especially as they squeezed his swollen head just right. Her climax fading, she breathed heavily, sweat causing her make-up to run slightly.

"Want that fucking blowjob now?" she growled. He didn't need asking twice, yanking out of her pussy sharply, close to coming as he quickly got round to her head, which she turned over to greet him, opening her mouth. He slid straight in, not being polite now as he grabbed her hair, thrusting quickly in and out of her mouth as she sucked and tongued him expertly. It only took around ten seconds of her technique and the thrusting into her hot mouth to finish him off, which he did with a flourish, pulling out of her mouth but at the same time letting go of her head, ripping her blindfold off with it. She blinked in the sudden light as he grabbed his cock, jerking off rapidly for a moment before he came hard, Gillian closing her eyes in the split second she realised what he was doing, right before his first spurt landed across her face, across her cheek and into her luxurious red hair as she gave a surprised gasp. She turned her head up straight, letting him have his moment as he unloaded on her, further spurts streaking her nose, forehead and lips as he gave her an impromptu facial. He stepped away from her, both of them just gasping for a minute or so after the energetic sex, his cock softening, blood flowing back to his brain and making him wonder quite how to handle this, till she answered it for him.

"Get your camera," she breathed simply, knowing he wanted to, and she kind of wanted him to as well, since she'd gone this far. He pulled himself together, pulling his shorts on from where they'd been discarded on the floor, then found his camera after a confused moment, having forgotten where it'd gone in all the exuberance. Turning it on, he took a deep breath and calmed down a moment, then got closer and started taking photos once more, of her legs hanging over the edge of the desk, her wet, smooth pussy, exposed body and breasts, pert nipples standing up still, her cuffed profile over the desk from the end, and of course of her face, and the mess he'd left on it. She spiced it up as she posed for those, with eyes closed, smiling, winking, pouting, and finally licking it from her lips, which was practically enough to induce another stiffy. With the photos taken, he put the camera down and unlocked her, Gillian sitting up on the desk, rubbing her wrists and then her aching back, strained by the position she'd been in.

"You ok?" he asked tentatively, unsure how she'd be after what had transpired.

"Yeah. I think we should do another photoshoot sometime," she purred, slipping off the desk onto her feet with a stretch.

"Really, wow that'd be great, you're such a good model," he gushed, smiling excitedly at the thought of any kind of repeat performance.

"Yeah I can help you out, and perhaps a friend of yours needing a model," she said with a quick wink. His heart missed a beat and he felt a rush of nerves and excitement in his chest at what he thought she'd just implied, which she didn't expand on, just giving a teasing, playful smile and walking past him towards the bathroom to clean herself up. He found his jeans and got them back on, then reviewed a load of the most recent photos on his camera as he waited for her to wash up, which took a few minutes as she washed her face off and stripped out of her black suit, since she wanted to put the clothes back on that she'd worn in the first place. He heard the door and looked up, his breath catching and then turning into a ragged sigh as she walked completely naked from the bathroom carrying her black rubber suit. He just stared as she stopped, smiling and then striking a pose, hands behind her head as she arched her back to show off her nudity.

"Don't you want a picture of me like this then to go with the rest?" she giggled, spurring him into action and raising his camera, quickly taking a photo. She played the good model and went through a few poses, acting coy and shy in a couple of them, more brash in others, letting him take her in completely in her purest form.

"There, all the pictures you need I think," she said, walking back to the screen to find her clothing from earlier. 

"More than I could ever hope for," he said, putting his camera aside as she picked up her little black thong and slid into it.

"Well I'm glad I could do my bit for your assignment," she said with a sly smile as she slipped her bra on, hooking it up and taking her jeans from the screen.

"Oh these will get my assignment done for sure, that suit really did work the light great," he said, genuinely meaning the ones that were suitable for his college work as she pulled her snug jeans up.

"Good, just make sure you don't let any…private research get in there huh?" she said as she did her jeans up, meaning the hundreds of photos he'd taken of her.

"Oh of course not, I'll keep them for…personal reflections," he said with a smile as she pulled her top over her head, hiding her nice breasts from view in their supported state, smoothing her hair out.

"Good boy," she said, kicking her shoes over and stepping into them by the desk, before finding her bag. Stuffing the black suit back into it, she found a card with her details on and turned to hand it to him.

 "Thanks, I'll definitely be wanting that," he said with a smile, "always be needing my number one model."

"Number one, only one," she laughed, stepping over, then leaning up and giving him a good firm kiss, her tongue delving deeply into his mouth before she pulled away and he showed her to the door.

"Until next time," she said, turning and stepping out the door, glancing back with a grin as he cheekily reached out to pinch her bum as she started to walk away…

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To be continued…

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Gillian Anderson: Teachers Pet



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The insistent buzzing sound and little electronic jingle signified that his phone, lost somewhere in the front room was ringing. Following the sounds, he rummaged around on the sofa, down between the cushions till he felt the vibrating phone and pulled it out. Flipping it open, he saw it was his mum ringing him, which was a little strange since she'd only gone out for the day to meet some people. He pressed answer and held the handset to his ear, wondering what she had to tell him that was so important.

"Hey mum," he said, stifling a yawn.


"Hello, just rung to tell you something, got some good news for you," she said, sounding quite proud.

"Yeah, what's that?" he said, now more interested than he had been.

"Remember Gillian Anderson?" she said. His heart skipped a beat and he hoped that his mother didn't hear the gasp. His mum had met Gillian Anderson whilst working as a production team member a few years earlier and they'd just sort of kept in touch and been quite friendly really. He'd had the privilege of meeting her a couple of times, but only for a brief hello.

"Yeah sure I do," he replied, hoping he didn't sound too excited.

"Well I ran into her today, she's in town for a few days and I asked if she could give you some pointers on your acting. She is an award winner and all that after all," she said, on the brink of rambling. He didn't care though, just the thought of seeing Gillian Anderson in some kind of personal manner made his mind race. He was sure she could help his acting, he wanted to get into quite a good acting school and needed to be good, so he was sure someone of her experience could help.

"Uh yeah that sounds great," he said. It was more than great, he was ecstatic. He'd get to see the sexy redhead again for the first time in a few years, and now being much older he was sure he could appreciate even more of her.


"Good. Well I'll just let her know you'll take her up on it. She said to drop by her hotel to see her about eight," she said.

"Sure," he mumbled, taking down the details of the hotel as he tried to keep his mind from playing out every possible fantasy, at least till he put the phone down.

"Ok great, well I'll see you later," his mum said and hung up. He snapped his phone shut with a finger, breathing quite fast now and feeling his cock already swelling. Alone with Gillian Anderson in a hotel room, it was more than enough to get him up as his mind played out all the little fantasies it could as fast as it could about the fiery redhead. He took a deep breath and calmed down a bit, just making sense. There was no way she was going to do anything his mind had just conjured up. Gillian Anderson is a professional and impressive actress, she was simply offering her skills as a friendly gesture to his mum in order to help him, which he needed to stay focussed on. He needed extra credit, and her name on his references certainly wouldn't hurt. He glanced at his watch, which told him it was only nearing four in the afternoon. Figuring she might want him to at least have something to work with, he decided he best go and rifle through some of the scripts and pieces he had for something to use.

After a while searching and finding three he thought might be of use, he figured he'd just go online for a while, check his e-mails and so on, trying to keep his mind from wandering to the sexy Miss Anderson, who for so many years he'd wanted a chance with. This was a great opportunity, but he needed to use it for his future. Not ruining that by thinking he had a shot, or that she'd be interested in him for anything other than a bit of teaching. Still, he couldn't help but look up a few pictures of her to keep his mind ticking over. After a while surfing, he figured he best grab something to eat and a shower ready for the evening. Just a quick pasta meal was all he needed before taking a shower. He picked up his can of Lynx, eyeing it for a second before standing it down.

"Nah," he said to himself, realising how stupid it was to think the Lynx effect even worked, and that it would have any sort of effect on Gillian Anderson other than to overpower her. He finished getting ready and then headed out to walk to her hotel. It was a nice evening, and since he wasn't too far from the main body of the vibrant city he might as well walk. Around 20 minutes later, he showed up at her hotel, walking into the immaculate lobby and looking for the lifts. A large sign made it obvious, so he walked over and into a small corridor where a bank of lifts awaited him. He pressed the button and one opened straight away to his fortune, stepping in and hitting the button for sixth floor.

He listened to the tacky music from the small speaker, watching the counter gradually tick past the floors as he felt the slight sensation of rising under himself. Nobody else called that lift, and the doors slid open on the sixth floor. He stepped into the cream corridor, bathed in soft light from the wall lights that lined it and looked for a door to see which way to go. He walked along to his left seeing the rooms four and five, so turned back and headed the other way, following the doors till he came to room nine, Miss Anderson's suite. His heart was already pumping fast, he could hear it in his ears with his heavy breathing as his nerves got to him. Stopping for a minute, he took a couple of deep breaths and calmed himself down, shaking his sweaty hand where it'd been clutching his scripts. He raised his slightly trembling hand and knocked on her door, standing up straight and hoping he looked all right. Hearing footsteps, he took a deep breath and waited for it, hearing the door click as she opened it. 

"Hey there!" she said with a big smile, the stunning redhead looking great in a very Scully-esque black business outfit. Jacket and tight pencil skirt, black heels and a white silk blouse which was tight fitting and undone at the top. He couldn't help but notice her black lacy bra peeking over the top a little and offering a slight cleavage, which didn't help his already active mind.

"Hey," he mumbled a little nervously, unsure whether to look her in the eye or not.

"Well you sure grew up since I last saw you, when was that? About five years ago now right?" she said, looking thoughtful for a moment.

"Yeah I think so," he said, noticing her full red hair, still as glossy as he ever remember.

"Wow. Sorry where are my manners, come in," she said, holding the door open wider for him.

"Thanks," he said with a smile and stepped into her suite, the air smelling slightly perfumed.


"We never got properly introduced, I'm Gillian," she said, smiling and holding her hand out. He reached out and shook it gently, smiling back at her, wider this time.

"I couldn't forget," he said, just wanting to put at least some kind of hint of his adoration of her.

"Well plenty of other people seem to manage," she said with a giggle, turning and leading the way into her well-furnished accommodation. He wondered quite what she meant by that comment, but followed her without saying anything more on it, looking at the nice surroundings she had in her hotel room.

"Have a seat," she said, waving towards the large leather sofa dominating a large area of the main room. He sat down, sinking into the plush cushions and leaning against the arm. To his surprise and exhilaration, Gillian dropped down on the other end, settling herself in and turning to him.

"Umm I brought some scripts with me," he murmured, unsure quite what to say.

"Oh don't worry about that just yet. Tell me a little about yourself, why you wanna go into acting and stuff," she said, smiling pleasantly and putting him at ease.

"Umm well," he said, caught a little off guard by the question, his mind temporarily shrugging and leaving his body to deal with it.

"Come on don't be shy," she said, offering a hopeful expression after seeing his near-terror.

"Well I've always been interested in TV and films, enjoyed drama. People said I had a natural sort of talent for it so I just sort of followed that. Want to get into a good acting school, which hopefully people like you can teach me how to be good enough to do," he said, looking up at her.

"Wow, well I'm flattered," she said, keeping a good humour and attitude.

"No problem," he mumbled, not even sure if she'd heard.


"Don't worry, I'm sure I can teach you something of use," she said, almost purring at him as she said it. He shook it off, knowing it must be just his mind playing tricks on him.

"So what about you, what you working on at the moment?" he asked, hoping he sounded more confident.

"Oh a few things, done a couple of TV shows here and some stage work, won an award if you heard?" she added, evidently wanting to impress him just a little bit.

"Yeah I read, well done," he said, shifting a little on the soft leather couch.

"Thanks," she said, crossing her legs sexily, the skirt slipping up to offer him a slight glimpse of thigh. There was a slight moment where he just caught her eyes, holding her gaze before she broke it and stood up.

"Would you like some wine?" she offered, rather unexpectedly to him. He was a little shocked by her offer, really thinking she'd just be a complete professional with him.

"Uh...sure," he said, trying not to sound surprised. She just gave him a smile and turned and walked to the kitchen area, and he couldn't help just staring at her arse, wrapped tightly in the snug black skirt. Gillian gave a glance back at him, just enough to make him quickly look away and give her a little private smile. He heard her clinking a little with the wine bottle and glasses and watched as she re-entered the room, unable to stop his eyes from looking straight down her top at her perky breasts as she leaned over to stand them on the table. He hoped his breath catching in his throat wasn't obvious, making sure he wasn't staring as she sat back down on the sofa. Course she'd heard, and was quite enjoying the effect she was having on him as she reached for the wine.


"Hope red's ok," she said as she cracked the bottle open and poured them a glass each.

"Fine," he said, reaching out to take his as he admired her smooth legs. He wasn't the biggest fan of red wine, but wasn't about to say so when sharing a glass with Gillian Anderson. She picked hers up and gave a little clink with his glass with a giggle before taking a sip. 
They chatted for a while over their glasses of wine, encountering lots of subjects, and he couldn't help noticing they'd slid a fair bit closer together on the sofa when she took him by surprise.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" she said simply, looking over her nearly empty glass. If he hadn't just swallowed his wine he was sure he'd have spat it out, looking up at the gorgeous red head who simply offered a smile.

"No not at the moment," he said, looking back down at his empty glass.


"Ahh poor baby," she cooed, slightly sarcastically at him with a giggle.

"What about you?" he returned, looking her in the eye. She looked as if she'd been almost relishing the question, just giving a slightly playful smile.

"Nope, I'm single right now," she said, pouting just a little at him.


"Ah right," he said, not quite sure what to say to it.

"So why don't you have a girlfriend?" she said, tipping her head back and swallowing the last of her glass of wine before standing the glass down, offering him a chance to ogle her pert breasts under the suit.

"Uhh I dunno really, guess I'm not that out going, bit shy," he said, unable to meet her eyes for more than moment.

"I'm not so sure, you seem to be pretty good to me," she said, eyeing him. He instantly looked up at her, wondering whether he'd heard her right.

"Well you seem quite confident, you came here tonight after all, having never met me properly before. You do acting and all that, you seem to be pretty solid if you ask me," she said, giving him a smile he hadn't seen before, a slight look in her eyes. He couldn't help but feel a slight thrill, his cock taking it as a sign and swelling slightly in his jeans. He just hoped it wouldn't be visible to her, as it could easily be taken badly.

"So what about you, why you still single? Surely there's plenty of men..." he's trailed off. She eyed him for a second before responding, giving him a moment to sweat.

"Well it's never that simple is it? Relationships are always hard work, and things just don't always work out. After all, I have needs too," she said, looking him in the eye firmly, her tongue just touching her upper lip. They shared a moment, him barely breathing before she looked away, just arching her back a little bit and pushing her chest out. He couldn't stop himself from looking, taking in the full shape and perky form of her breasts, pushed up delightfully by the lacy bra.

"Why are you staring at my tits?" she suddenly said in a firm tone, looking straight at him. His eyes instantly snapped up to meet hers as he panicked on the inside, his brain screaming at him how he was busted and that he should've stayed focussed as he'd promised himself. He knew he couldn't even attempt to bluff his way out of this one, and just decided to suck it up and admit it.

"Because they look great, and they're distracting me," he said, not sure what to expect. She just stared at him for a moment, then broke into a sly, sexy smile.

"That's funny, because you're cock's what's been distracting me," replied, glancing down to the now obvious bulge in his denim caused by his nearly hard cock. He inhaled sharply at her comment, his mind suddenly giving him a rerun of just a few of his fantasies about the redhead.

"Well that's umm, I mean it's..." he said, stumbling through his words, not sure what to say to her.


"Don't even try. I gave you a hardon, admit it," she said, her slender hand sliding onto his leg and rubbing his thigh slightly. He glanced down at her hand, then back up at her as she smiled at him suggestively with her cute lips, coated in a deep red lipstick.

"Yeah you did," he said, unable to hold her gaze.

"Good," she said with a wider smile, leaning forwards and pressing her lips against his. He wasn't quite ready for her lip lock, but didn't waste any time joining in, opening his mouth to accept her probing tongue which has pushed insistently against his lips. Their tongues mingled, sliding past one another as their lips worked one another's, her soft ruby pout an absolute delight. She broke away with a soft wet noise, pulling herself close to his ear.

"I'm not wearing any knickers," she whispered, pulling back with seductive look, a playful glint in her eyes. He just stared at her, unable to keep from smiling himself.

"You're so hot," he whispered, just saying it spontaneously.

"Damn right, and I think that cock of yours needs some air," she said, sliding both hands to the crotch of his jeans. He couldn't have stopped her if he'd tried as she skilfully undid his belt and button, yanking his zipper down and pulling the denim open. Her fingers slid in, quite eagerly seeking his cock out before she hooked it through his boxers, pulling it up so it stood proud out of his jeans, tenting his shorts up.


"Oh yeah that's what I like," she mumbled as she stroked him firmly through his shorts.

"Oh Gillian," he mumbled, his normal brain barely functioning now as the X-files star fondled him.

"Come on baby, come stand here in front of me and let me get a proper look," she cooed, enticing him off the soft leather sofa. He was a little unsure, but stood up and shuffled in front of her as she led him by his cock which she had refused to let go of. His jeans slipped down as she quite fiercely pulled his shorts down, letting his rock hard cock spring free. She gave a gasp, eyes widening as she locked them on his 9" cock, looking up and down the thick length, completely shocked he was so well hung.

"My my, you are a big boy," she said huskily as she grabbed hold again and started to stroke him. He just gave a groan of pleasure in response as she jerked him, her warm, slim hand working him expertly. He'd been told by a couple of his previous girlfriends he was endowed, but to impress Gillian Anderson with it really made his day. She had leaned forwards in her seat, and he could feel her warm breath on his shaft and balls.

"Thanks," he mumbled, unable to think of anything else.

"I should be thanking you, and I think I will in return," she said with a smirk, leaning back from where his cock had been almost in her face to sit against the comfy leather.

"You were staring at my boobs, I think it's only fair you see them now," she said sexily, reaching up and pulling her jacket back onto her shoulders. He stared, fully hard now as she pulled the black suit jacket off and threw it aside, then just rapidly flicked open the buttons of her shirt as she stared up at him with hungry eyes. The shirt fell open and exposed her breasts, tightly wrapped in the black lace, pushed up quite well by it. Gillian arched her back and pushed her chest out to him, making him gasp as she slipped the silk top off and threw it with her jacket, leaving just the bra.

"Ready?" she said, knowing he more than was.

"Have been for years," he said softly, unable to tear his eyes from her chest. She gave a slight giggle and reached behind her, pulling the hooks apart so it dropped loosely, her breasts falling slightly with gravity as she reached back round and slowly peeled her bra off, revealing first her right breast, then the left as she slid the black lace down her slim arms and threw it aside. She gave him a little show, pushing her chest out again and giving a little shake so her boobs jiggled hotly, the stiff nipples pushing out invitingly, just begging to be sucked. He stared at her perky breasts, a good handful to him and simply awaiting his grasp.

"You know, I don't think my boobs quite equal your cock unless I do something with them," she purred, eyeing him lustily.


"Well what can you do with them?" he asked quite confidently, urging her to show him.

"Oh you'll see," she said with a saucy smile, pulling her legs up so her heels were on the sofa, spreading them to allow him a glance up her skirt. He didn't refuse it, looking straight up her tight black skirt and seeing that wasn't lying about her knickers. He couldn't see that much, but saw a good bush between her legs, tantalizing but she didn't give him a chance to explore, sliding off the leather sofa onto her knees before him.

"Close your eyes baby," she murmured softly, looking up at him with a lick of her lips. He did as she asked, after all there was no way he was gonna turn down the stunning Gillian Anderson when she was now topless for him and coming on strong. He felt her warm breath on his cock for a moment and her fumbling around a little, then felt warm, soft flesh enclose his large erection, pushing tightly round his length. Gasping as he felt her bullet like nipples press into his body, he tried to make sure he stayed still as she now held her beautiful breasts round his shaft and started to move up and down. He moaned throatily as her warm, supple boobs slid up and down him, nipples grazing teasingly along his body as she moved, bobbing on her knees.

"Oh god that's good," he mumbled, feeling a slight shiver run through him.

"Told you you'd see," she said with a smile he could just hear in her voice. He just gave a smile before inhaling slightly as he felt her warm, wet tongue pressing on his stomach, licking up and down him as she bobbing, using the rougher side of her tongue as she went up, and the soft underside as she moved down. She continued at a steady pace for a couple of minutes, her beautifully soft breasts stroking his thick shaft delightfully as her tongue teased and tickled his stomach, him giving light groans and murmurs of enjoyment. Suddenly she relaxed, letting her perky tits drop and bounce lightly on her chest as she sunk to her knees, making him look down.




Gillian Anderson: Teachers Pet



"I said shut your eyes," she said sternly, looking him in the eye past his rock hard cock. He immediately did as she said, feeling her warm breath on his balls again before her slim hand grasped him, squeezing the base of the head and then giving him a couple of expert strokes before slipping off him, placing her hands on his hips. A few seconds later, thousands of his fantasies were made a reality, and completely blown to pieces by the real thing. Her hot velvet mouth closed over the head of his swollen cock, the wet, hot haven fitting perfectly as her ruby pout closed just behind his bulbous head, her tongue just toying at the underside for a moment. He just gave a soft groan of pleasure before gasping loudly as she pushed down, easily sliding 5" of his large cock into her mouth so the tip touched her throat, having absolutely no problem taking it in.

"Oh god," he breathed as she took him in, feeling her jaw move a little as she settled herself, then her grip on his hips tighten before she pulled back on him, slurping back to just the swollen head before pushing all the way back down and pressuring her throat. He felt her throat moving round his tip as she pushed him in another inch or so, then push him back out as she drew him right back to just head again, loosely pouting round it before she let him slip from her moist lips.

"It's ok, I love a challenge," she growled, stroking him for a second before sliding back on again, giving him a couple of slow, sensual bobs, her experienced tongue working at the underside of his shaft in little flicks as she moved up and down, just teasing him a little before forcing down again. She pushed 7" of him into her mouth, the large head sliding well into her throat now but couldn't quite get all the way, but didn't gag and simply slid him back to her mouth and suckled at him further. Gillian reached up and softly stroked and brushed over his balls as she worked at his shaft with her tongue, slowly slipping up and down him sucking firmly with her talented mouth. She lulled him a little with the soft hollows of her mouth, making her cheeks bulge as she did, the almost delicate softness relaxing him before she suddenly pressed down again. 

He gave a gasp as she breathed out sharply through her nose, forcing herself down and pushing him all the way in, her nose burying in his pubic hair. He felt her throat contract and then relax round his head and shaft now deep in her throat, her lips stretched over the base of his large cock, pouting and kissing softly right round the bottom of his cock. Letting out a deep groan, his hips automatically pushed forwards a little at her, making her rock on her knees. She looked up at him from under her eyebrows, somehow managing to portray a dirtily innocent look as her tongue worked expertly at the underside of his shaft, working in small circles with the tip along what was still in her mouth. She started to slide him back, making him jump as she suddenly started to nip him. It was like an electric shock as she gave a little nip every inch or so as he pulled out, giving one final one just below his bulging head as she pulled him right back to her lips. The fiery redhead slipped him back out so her gentle lips were on his large purple head, suckling just teasingly at his tip before taking him back in, swirling her tongue round the head before sinking him all the way back into her throat with a moan that sent vibrations into his cock.

"Oh god!" he gasped, unable to keep himself from grabbing her head. The American gave a little laugh through his manhood, loving how much he was loving her blowjob. Holding herself down a second longer, she squeezed his head with her throat before pulling back, still keeping at least 5" of his large cock in his mouth, drawing a quick breath and then pushing back down and up again swiftly with a hum as he groaned and battled his urges, fingers twisting in her red hair. She gave another light bite to his cock and then started to quickly bob her head, humming steadily as she took him all the way in and out of her throat, all 9" plunging deeply to her buzzing vocal chords and back. He couldn't stand it any more and grabbed her head fully with both hands, hearing her give a deep groan of pleasure as he gripped her and thrust into her mouth.

He couldn't speak even if he wanted as he started to thrust into her, feeling her easily and eagerly take all 9" of his cock down her throat, something no girl had ever done for him before. She had considerable oral talent to say the least, her head rapidly moving up and down him to take his thick cock all the way into her every time without even so much as a watering eye. He was now more face fucking her than she was sucking him off, and she wasn't trying to stop him, so he continued, picking up the pace now he felt the sensations rising. Pumping swiftly now he drove in and out of her throat, Gillian Anderson taking 6" of him every time into her still humming throat, her tongue working overtime to tease and stimulate every inch of his cock she could get to, lapping up the sides and under the head as he rapidly thrust into her wanton mouth.


"Almost there," he breathed, only spurring her on to aid in slamming her head down on his cock further. Feeling his rock hard cock pound into her throat, the head buzzing deeply every time it drove fully in was all it took, and he couldn't hold it back. In a moment of confidence and perhaps insanity, he yanked backwards, pulling his 9" cock out of the sexy redheads open mouth. She gave a startled choke of shock and then a gasp as he pulled her head back with a handful of her head, jerking his cock for a split second with the other before he blew his load. As he came his first spurt was hard, landing in a long string across her pretty face into her hair, his second and third almost as powerful, landing thickly across her eye, which she had rapidly closed and her nose. He gave a couple more spurts, landing over her lips and chin, quite a bit going straight into her open mouth as she gasped for breath following the deepthroating.

As the last of his come leaked from his cock, now softening in front of her face, all there was to break the silence was their heavy breathing. He tentatively let go of her hair, seeing that despite her closed eyes Gillian had quite a shocked expression from the facial, and he was really unsure how she'd react. Worrying she'd be angry by his rather degrading action, he stepped back a little and waited nervously. After a moment, she closed her mouth into a smile, opening the one eye she could and giving him a come faced grin. His eyes widened and he inhaled as she visibly swallowed the sperm that'd landed in her mouth, giving a little shiver of obvious pleasure.

"Good to see you take the lead, you'll want lead roles," she mumbled through her covered face, a drip of come slipping down her chin. She slid her tongue out and sensually licked her lips, taking in his thick load from them and then giving a sexy little giggle.

"Except, I thought I was teaching you acting, not porno," she joked as she stood from her position on her knees, where she was evidently very comfortable. He had to laugh, and was glad she wasn't angry by his decision to come on her face, leaning more to being turned on if anything. She walked to the bathroom and got herself a towel, walking out as she wiped her face off, perky breasts and tight nipples proudly on display. She wiped the last of the thick gooey come from her eyelid and looked up, blinking with a smile as she could use both eyes again.

"That's better. Now you better get going, else your mother will be asking what I'm doing to you here, and you surely wouldn't want to risk me telling her the truth would you?" she toyed playfully, giving him a sexy glance and smile.

"No I don't think so," he said with a smile, feeling much more relaxed as he pulled his shorts and jeans up, tucking his satisfied cock back in. Gillian didn't bother to dress, simply eyeing him quite interestedly as he got ready, then walking him to the door. She didn't attempt to cover herself up, standing in just her heels and skirt at the door in front of him, topless to any passer by, though seemingly uncaring. She leaned forwards and kissed him fully, her tongue attacking his lips and seeking his own out, holding him in an embrace tightly so that her hard nipples pressed through his shirt. With a juicy pout she broke away from him, giving a sexy smile as she playfully pushed him out the door.

"Tomorrow I get to swallow, and it'll mean there's less chance of you knocking me up," she purred, peeping round the door with her lusty eyes as she closed it, leaving him standing quite taken aback outside in the hall. He quickly glanced around to see if anyone had seen them, but there wasn't a soul in sight, just him in the hall with a semi and a state of near disbelief of what had just transpired with the X-files babe, Gillian Anderson. He turned and walked towards the lift, unable to stop a grin breaking across his face, refraining from jumping in the air with a cry of triumph. He headed home quite quickly, time getting on and all and he didn't want any hassle, so broke into a light jog in the cool evening air.

After a night filled with dreams and flashbacks of the beautiful redhead, he awoke to another pleasant day with a rock hard cock and a smile. Knowing he wanted to wait till that evening in case Gillian Anderson lived up to her suggestion and did give him another shot, he didn't want to waste any time masturbating. It led to a frustrating day, luckily he could just stay home and do some work into jobs for extra acting credit and didn't need to worry about being seen in public. By the time he headed out it was evening and nobody would've been able to see anyway. He managed not to run, and arrived at her hotel, passing a few people as he entered since it was only early evening. Taking the lift to the sixth floor, he headed along to room nine again and, taking a deep breath, tapped on the door. He heard footsteps, then the door opened, bathing him in light around the delectable Gillian Anderson in the doorway.

"Evening," she said with a sexy smile.

"Hey," he said, unable to stop himself smiling fully back. She was wearing her business suit again, though the jacket was more open and she was going braless as best he could tell, the silk shirt following her feminine curves.


"Do come in," she purred with a wink, turning to lead him into the suite. He stared at her ass, tight and inviting underneath her black pencil skirt, which he was sure was shorter and tighter than the day before. He followed her shapely legs, clad in black nylon, which disappeared up under her skirt and led down to her black heels, giving her a sexy professional look. He pushed the door shut, flicking the lock just in case of any potential interruptions and then went after her, letting her lead him into the main room again. Not wasting any time, she turned and kissed him hard, her arms reaching round and pulling to her tightly. He was a little taken aback but returned her kiss, their tongues immediately wrapping together, fighting and curling with each other as their lips pressed together. His hands slid round and down her back, groping for her tight arse, feeling its firm shape through the skirt. She broke away from him, leaving a slight red mark round his lips from her lipstick.

"Sit down," she said strictly, almost snapping at him. He was about to comply, though it evidently wasn't fast enough for her and gave him a firm shove, making him lean back and flop down on the sofa. Gillian threw all pretences to the wind and dropped to her knees in front of him, flicking open her jacket button with her slender fingers and throwing her smooth red hair back with a flick of her head. She leaned forwards, chest pushed out so that her perky breasts strained the silk, stiff nipples prominent. Her hands immediately found his crotch, undoing his belt and trousers in mere seconds.


"What the..." he said, still a bit surprised by her brazen attitude but loving it, his cock now solid in his jeans.

"Shut up, I'm doing exactly what I said I was gonna do. God help you if you jerked off today," she snapped, looking him straight in the eyes. He breathed an internal sigh of relief that he'd managed to hold off, not wanting to disappoint her and knowing it'd paid off. She had his jeans open in a few moments, fairly yanking them down his legs along with his shorts so his 9" cock sprung up from the confinement, hardening fully in the extra space.

"God you don't know how I got myself off last night," she groaned as she took hold of him, making his mind spring to life with fantasies about her pleasuring herself after her fantastic throat job the previous night. His cock jumped in her hand as she said it, making her smile and look up at him.

"Oh you like the idea of getting off do you?" she teased, stroking him up and down before leaning down and planting a wet kiss on the top of his bulbous head, making him groan.

"Oh god yes," he gasped, pushing his hips up slightly. She immediately brought her free hand into play, pushing his hips back down onto the soft leather sofa.

"You'll see what it's like when I come later," she said with a devilish smile, licking her ruby top lip slowly before lowering her mouth to him again. Her soft red hair dropped down and tickled at his groin as he felt her soft, warm lips on his cock again, placing tender, wet kisses on the underside of his cock as her slim hand squeezed and played with the tip. Not wasting any more time he felt her drag her pout back to the top of his cock and straight over the head, the warm lips offering an entrance to the velvet heat of her mouth which she plunged him into, making him grunt in pleasure, his cock twitching. She worked her tongue up his length, just fluttering the tip up the underside of his stiff shaft as she started to suck firmly at him, the sensations pulling at his cock delightfully. Getting moving, she bobbed her head quite powerfully, taking about half his length fully in her mouth.

"Oh Gillian," he breathed, not really having more coherent thought at that moment in time as the beautiful red head went down on him. She pulled off with him an almost gratuitous slurp, sliding her hand round the base of his cock again and gripping him quite firmly and just jerking him slightly.

"It's Miss Anderson," she said firmly, looking up at him again before lowering her head and dragging her tongue up his cock, making him shiver, his hands clenching by his sides.

"And another thing, if I even feel your hands brush my hair I'm gonna use my teeth," she growled, just lifting far enough off his large cock to speak, her warm breath beating on the tip of his erection. He heeded her warning enough to push his hands into the sofa as she sucked his cock back into her mouth, pushing down 5" so that the tip hit the back of her throat. Gillian pulled back and started bobbing her head, working quite briskly up the 5" she could get into her mouth, lips stretched round the thick shaft as she pulled him back to pout at the head before sinking him back in. She sucked firmly all the way, using her tongue to lap up around the sides of him as she worked, building up a little more pace before slowing again. She started to rub him in the hollow of her cheek, the soft wet flesh feeling fantastic on his bulbous head before she pulled him out, slipping her hand round him again. Pulling his cock up, she stroked him slowly as she slid her tongue onto his balls, using it to lift one into her mouth and suck at it before moving to the other, using her tongue to tickle him before letting him slip out again.

"Oh Gi...Miss Anderson," he groaned, just catching himself in time.

"Damn right," she purred as she kissed back up his cock, pushing it back into her mouth and sliding her hand onto his balls. Pushing down, she pressed him against the back of her throat, then lifted on her knees a fraction more and shoved him down into her throat. No hesitation this time, taking every inch of him into her mouth as her fingers toyed gently with his balls as they pressed against her chin. Pulling up about 3", she kept him in her throat and bounced her head up and down a bit, just teasing and stimulating his swollen head with her throat as it constricted and pulsed round him. In a long motion, she swept back on all 9" of his cock to the head and then plunged back down so she was balls deep on him, humming deeply and lapping with her skilful tongue as she sucked as hard as she possibly could. Having been hard nearly all day it was more than he could stand and his cock gave a jerk, alerting her instantly to his imminent orgasm.

She pulled back and opened her mouth, just resting the tip of his hardon on her bottom lip as she took hold of his cock and started vigorously stroking, wanking her hand up and down him briskly to get him of. He held out as long as he could, which was only a few more seconds than if he hadn't tried she was so good with her hand. With a deep grunt he came, his hot load spurting into her mouth, the first shot straight to the back of her throat. Gillian didn't even flinch and just kept jerking his cock as the thick ropes of come ejaculated into her mouth and onto her tongue. He gave a shudder as he relaxed, his climax ending along with the slowing of her hand. She closed her lips over him and sucked the last drops of his load into her mouth, slurping off and leaving him clean.

"God that was good," he gasped, looking down at her on her knees. She just smiled up at him, then opened her mouth and showed his thick load lying on her tongue. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open slightly at her little display before she closed her mouth and swallowed very deliberately, a smile slipping over her lips and her body giving a little shiver in pleasure that made him inhale.

"So, why the suit?" he asked, just having to ask to sate his curiosity.


"Any man I've ever fucked loved it when I looked like Agent Scully," she said, flicking her eyebrows.

"I bet," he murmured, eyeing her slender body and poking nipples.

"Right then, I think your reward for that load of come is to eat my pussy," she said simply, standing up. He smiled wide at the thought of getting to eat her out, catching her gaze.

"Like that idea huh? Well then you'll need to do like I did and get on your knees," she said with a taunting smile, running her tongue over her teeth. He did exactly that, sliding forwards and lowering himself towards the floor.

"But get naked first," she added with a little giggle, innocently hooking her fingertip in her mouth as she saw the look he gave her.

"But you're not naked..." he replied somewhat weakly.

"I said get naked," she said more sternly, giving him a glare. He didn't attempt to argue any further and stood up, quickly yanking his shirt over his head, then reaching down to his already lowered jeans. He kicked his shoes off, Gillian watching fascinated as he pushed his jeans, shorts and socks down in one and kicked them aside, standing in front of her with already nearly hard cock again.

"That's much better," she said, blowing him a kiss as she glanced at his cock.

"Yeah, be better when you match," he said, eyeing her lustily.

"Well then you'd better get to work hadn't you. And I dunno if you'll want me to quite match you," she said with a sly smile. He didn't ask why, figuring he'd find out as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her, reaching up to her hips. She just watched with a subtle smile as he held her hips, then slid his hands round her arse, giving a good squeeze before finding her zip. She gave a little giggle as she slipped her jacket off, tossing aside so she just had her shirt on, nipples still on display. He pulled the zip slowly down, releasing her hugging skirt, taking a breath before letting it go so it slid down her smooth legs and pooled at her feet. He wasn't disappointed, as underneath she had on tight black lace knickers and thigh high lace topped black stockings, which seemed to mould to her legs so perfectly, accentuating every little curve. He took in every stitch of the black lace hugging her pussy, inhaling her sweet feminine smell and just able to see her patch of red hair through the loose weave.




Gillian Anderson: Teachers Pet



"Just gonna stare all day?" she teased, stepping past him to the sofa. He saw her sexy lace knickers were a thong, tightly nestled between her firm arse cheeks which moved beautifully as she walked, making him stare a little more.

"Course not," he murmured almost to himself as she lowered herself down onto the sofa. She slid her legs apart, arched up by her heels as his hands slipped onto her stockings, stroking up the smooth nylons to her bare thigh just tantalizingly below her waistband. Gillian automatically lifted her hips as his fingers crept under her knickers, moving along the elasticised band round her pelvis before pulling them down. She held her ass up as he peeled the black lace off her, the crotch clinging to her damp mound for a moment as they slid down her thighs before pulling away to reveal her thick bush of red pubic hair. Waxed smoothly round her bikini line and lightly trimmed, it left her with a thick patch of hair over her pussy, leaving no doubt to her natural hair colour. He couldn't take his eyes off it as he slipped the lace underwear down her legs and off her feet, over her heels.

"You're staring again," she said, looking down at him with a flick of her eyebrows.

"Sorry, it's just..." he started before she cut him off.

"I don't have time for you to stare. Eat me," she said in a demanding tone, pointing down at him. He wasn't about to say no, so decided to dive straight into her sweet pussy, leaning down and planting a kiss straight on her clit. She gave a moan immediately, spurring him on to suck the hard nub strongly, dabbing at the tip with his tongue, which made her tense up on the sofa.

"Oh fuck," she mumbled, grinding her hips a little as he moved off her clit, circling it with his tongue quite rapidly before slipping off it, running his tongue down her wet slit, flicking at the delicate inner lips. Her breathing had increased quite a lot, coming in deep, quick breaths as his tongue toyed with her swollen lips, making her gasp sharply as he pushed into her, his skilful muscle driving into her pussy, making her shiver. He felt her body squeeze at his tongue as he pushed it into her, tasting her sweet juices fully as he wiggled around and tongued her as deeply as he could, keeping his top lip just bumping her stiff clit.

"Oh yes, that's it," she breathed, her eyes squeezing shut as her fingers dug into the leather a little, evidently like him previously, trying to resist grabbing his head. He slid his tongue out, drawing a little whimper from her, which turned to a throaty, guttural groan as he started to softly lick her clit again, just running gently back and forth across it as he raised his hand, stroking her thighs, off the top of her sexy stockings to raise his fingers to her pussy. She gave a little squeal as he pushed a finger into her soaked entrance, sliding easily in to the knuckle as she quivered slightly, his lips just dabbling at her swollen clit, teasing it fully out from under it's hood. Gillian rotated her hips slightly as he steadily pushed his finger in and out before slipping back and swiftly adding another, feeling her muscles ripple and grip him for a moment, accompanied by a groan from her.

"Mm you like that?" he mumbled, running his tongue up her pussy from his fingers.

"God yes, don't you dare stop," she gasped, pushing her hips up to him as he ate her out. He had no intention of doing so, immediately starting to suck her stiff clitoris again, sucking harder than he had before as he started to thrust his fingers quite vigorously into her dripping cunt, her juices leaking down towards her ass. She was breathing hard and fast, sweat on her face, which was screwed up from the sensations he was giving her as he worked tongue and fingers in perfect unison. In an instant, he pulled his glistening fingers from her pussy, coated with her sweet juices and slid them down between her firm butt cheeks, seeking out her tight back hole.

"Yes," she breathed in between moans, dispelling any thoughts he had about not wanting him to touch her there. Pushing against her tight muscle, he used both fingers and moved forwards, feeling her anus strain as it tried to repel him, despite her evident attempts to relax herself. He started briskly tonguing her clit again, making her shudder, her back hole squeezing a little before he made his move, pushing quite hard against her till she released, his fingers plunging into her arse with a jerk. She gave a loud grunt, her pussy squeezing at his tongue, which he'd only just buried back into her juicy snatch. She groaned deeply as he pushed both his fingers right to the knuckle, stretching her tight back hole open and holding it there as he circled her velvet walls, his nose buried in her bush.

She couldn't speak properly even if she wanted to, lost in the sensations as she felt his other fingers creeping sensually up her inner thigh towards her lewdly spread pussy. Gillian felt like a slut, spread eagle on her sofa being anally fingered whilst she had her pussy eaten, and totally loving it. He drew his tongue out of her again and moved back to her clit, circling it as his climbing hand reached her crotch, just teasing over her swollen lips as the two fingers in her ass started to steadily pump in and out, making her whimper a little. He immediately sunk three fingers into her snatch, stretching her open a little further and making her squeal in pleasure. Now feeling his three point attack on her pussy, his tongue working her hard clit and then fingers in both her holes, she couldn't keep her hands down any longer, grabbing his head and pulling it tightly against her pussy.

"Oh god!" she nearly screamed as his mouth sucked and massaged at her clit, tongue toying with it as he alternated his hands, thrusting three fingers deeply into her pussy and two hard into her ass in opposite motions. Gillian felt as though she might burst the orgasm in her felt so strong as it suddenly broke over her, her entire body tensing and giving a colossal spasm underneath him as she pressed his mouth to her mound. He felt her ass clamp down tightly on him as her pussy started milking and grabbing at his fingers, her tasty juices flowing more freely into his mouth as he continued to work her clit. She bucked and humped against him as he held her on her peak, her body feeling fully alive, before with a tingle up her spine and a shiver it passed. Riding what was left of her orgasm, she slowed hotly to a stop on the sofa, unwrapping her hands from his hair and letting him raise his head to take a proper breath for the first time in a minute or so.


"How was that?" he asked quite proudly, looking up with a smile, her juices still round his mouth.

"Fucking great, now get up here and fuck me!" she ordered, looking down at him determinedly. He didn't need to be asked twice, his cock now rock hard again and ready for action. Rather unceremoniously he pulled his fingers out of both her holes, delivering a quick kiss to her perky clit before standing up, pausing a moment as she pulled herself back onto the sofa properly, turning and laying along its length. She spread her legs to create a sexy pose for him, looking up and giving him a wink that made him almost drool. He knelt on the sofa, sinking in as he slid between her smooth thighs, the lace scratching lightly at his hips as he pulled up to guide the bulbous head of his thick 9" cock to her dripping, waiting pussy. Neither of them needed to wait for anything, and he couldn't wait any longer to fuck the red head sexbomb he'd lusted after for so many years. With one good thrust, he drove himself into her, pushing 6" of himself into her before he felt her tighten, both of them groaning loudly.

"Mm not so fast with that thing baby, gimme a chance here," she moaned, wriggling around on his thick cock for a moment as she adjusted to the size.

"Sorry, just you're so damn hot," he said, pulling back out of her before she kissed him, just briefly before pulling away for a breath.

"I'm all yours, now get on and fuck me, don't need to hold back now," she said huskily, sliding her arms round his back. He paused for just a moment, then pushed himself back in, her body snugly taking 7" of his large cock, pushing another moan from her as she closed her eyes. She felt as though he was pulling her insides with him as he pulled back to just the swollen head before plowing back into her with a juicy sound, this time giving her all 9", the head popping abruptly through her cervix and into her womb, sending a quick twinge of pain through her before another wave of pleasure.

"God Gillian!" he gasped as her hot, tight pussy squeezed and gripped at him, taking him balls deep so he pressed into her fiery pubic hair.

"Miss Anderson dammit!" she snapped, then kissed him hard, digging her nails into his back as he thrust into her again, harder this time. They both groaned through the kiss, breaking apart again to continue their hard breathing as he started to pump, her moving her hips to match him as he started to thrust into her quite rapidly, sliding around 5" of himself in and out of her haven. His hands gripped her shoulders as he pumped, going a bit deeper into her, feeling every muscle inside her working at him as his cock slid in and out. Gillian raised her hips to meet him, rotating ever so slightly on him as he fucked her on the luxurious sofa, now damp with their sweat. Her stockings felt delicious rubbing against his sides where she'd gradually raised her knees as he screwed her, and it was only a moment before she slipped her well shaped legs round his back to pull him in closer as her clit throbbed, her heels dangerously threatening to dig into him.

"Come on, fuck me!" she cried, pulling him in hard with her legs so he went balls deep in her, making both of them moan in pleasure as they picked up the pace, thrusting hard in and out of her with less than half his length now, his swollen head bumping in and out of her cervix deep inside her and stimulating her in a way she hadn't felt for a long while. Her grip tightened on him, pulling him close to her, head over his shoulder as he pounded on her, slamming himself into her now, the whole sofa jerking with the movements as he gave her all he could. He reached up between them and grabbed her shirt, yanking it hard with a tearing of material so it opened and let her perky tits out, something he'd not even touched all evening and was eager to. She didn't protest, arching her back a little to give him better access as his hands found her firm breasts, squeezing them fully and rubbing her nipples.

Gillian squealed in pleasure as he tweaked her nipples, rolling them slightly in between his fingers before cupping her breasts again, all the while pumping deep inside her tight body. She worked him as much as she could with her talented muscles, desperate to get him off now and feel him unload inside her. She knew he was close, she could tell by the way he was groaning and his hips were twitching, just holding it off as long as he could. His energetic thrusts had him on the edge, so when she jammed her pussy hard onto him and took him as deep as she could and then tightened herself up, her cervix and pussy grabbing him at once combined with her near pornographic moan was all it took. 

"Come on, shoot that big load in me!" she shouted dirtily, giving a deep grunt after it as she pushed against him hard. With a sharp buck of his hips and a loud grunt, he climaxed, his hot load shooting straight into her womb where she was holding him. It was all she needed to be triggered into another orgasm, her clit pulsing as she got juicy again, running down to her slightly loosened anus and onto the leather of the sofa. She grunting and grit her teeth in pleasure as he gave tiny pumps to her, her body locking him inside her, his bulbous head held inside her cervix as he unloaded inside her quivering body. He gave one last stiff push, then collapsed over her, his hot, sweaty body lying over hers, making her feel so complete and contented at that moment. After a minute or so she drew his head up and gave him a soft kiss, smiling at him since he looked a bit tired.

"You did good baby," she purred with slightly closed eyes and a dreamy smile.

"Thanks," he murmured, pulling back slowly as she relaxed herself fully, his softened cock slipping out of her wet snatch with a little more of her juices to add to the wet patch under them on the sofa. She pulled herself up and shrugged off the shirt, throwing it onto the floor before sitting back on the sofa with him for a moment to rest, heels making a noise on the floor. He couldn't help but look over at her, glowing after some good, hard sex next to him, her lovely body looking even more beautiful than it ever had before, dressed in nothing but black high heels.

"You can stare all you want now," she said with a smile, looking over at him and spreading her legs slightly for him so he could admire her trim bush as he had earlier. He did so for a moment, but had thoroughly admired it before burying his face into it just a while earlier and didn't need to stare too long.

"Beautiful," he said, just to make sure she knew he liked what he'd so wonderfully enjoyed.

"Good, because you better get dressed," she said, standing up and stretching, showing off her lovely slim body as he ogled, before snapping to his senses and finding his clothes. He got dressed, seeing her watch him with a subtle smile and lusty eyes. He turned to her, fully clothed to match her almost complete nudity, standing unashamed in front of him with a pleasant smile in just her heels. She stepped forwards on her heels, rolling her ankles and wiggling her hips a little, and he couldn't stop his eyes skimming over her body again. Taking in her firm, round breasts and stiff nipples, then her thick red bush he couldn't help but smile slightly as she reached up, leaning up slightly and kissing him softly.


"Well done, now get out," she said playfully, easing him towards the door with a grin.

"Aww," he said with a smile, knowing he really should be getting home now anyway.

"See you tomorrow," she growled with a smile as she pushed him out, standing fully naked right by her door, seemingly unworried anybody would see her as she blew him a kiss and closed the door. He grinned as he turned and almost strutted to the lift, hitting the button enthusiastically. He'd just had sex with Gillian Anderson, and it felt phenomenal, a lifetime dream he'd never expected to get anywhere near having been achieved.

The next day was spent much like the previous one, a near permanent hardon as the memories of the previous night with Gillian Anderson clouded his mind and excited his imagination. He made his way to her hotel again, already hard, hoping it didn't show too much through his jeans. Knocking at door number nine on floor six for what he assumed would be the last time, he felt his heart rate increase and slight nerves as he heard her approach the door. The door swung open and she was silhouetted against the light, her figure defined by her hugging business suit. This time though he noticed her jacket was done up a little higher and her upper chest was bare underneath it, which made his mind buzz with possibilities. She had quite a lot of make-up on, bright red lipstick and dark eyeliner to give her a slightly dirtier look.

"Hey there," she cooed, leaning forwards and kissing him straight away, just flicking at his tongue before breaking away.

"Evening Miss Anderson," he said, smiling at her warmly.

"Forget that tonight babe," she said, pulling him in and closing the door behind him with a snap of the lock, pushing gently on his back to urge him towards the main room. He let her move him into the main room, sliding down onto the clean leather sofa on which they'd fucked so vigorously the night before. She stepped in front of him, again wearing heels and stockings, with a naughty little smile on her cute lips, hands on her hips.

"Tonight, this is all yours," she purred, pushing her shoulders back and shrugging her jacket to the floor, revealing a sexy black lace push up style bra on her slim form, pushing her ample breasts up beautifully. He just stared as she reached behind and pulled the zip down on her skirt, then gave it a little push past her hips and let it drop, slipping down to pool at her feet and reveal her sexy lingerie. A sexy little pair of black lace side-tied knickers was hidden under a matching garter belt, running down her smooth thighs to her long black stockings, before being finished off by her high heels.

"It's all yours baby," she said, leaning forwards and kissing him teasingly, just pulling back out of his reach again with a devilish smile.

"Well, um, what about..." he started, before she cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.

"Hush," she whispered with a giggle, "you're gonna fuck me in the ass baby, plain and simple," she said huskily, licking her lips with a glint in her eye. He just looked at her, then smiled at her, his mind already alive with possibilities.

"Wow..." he murmured, really unable to think much else to say.

"Glad you like it, not that I couldn't see that already," she said, pointing down at his crotch, bulging fully with his hard cock. He was a little embarrassed and sure he blushed slightly, averting his gaze from her.

"Hardly anything to be worried about babe, it's not like I haven't seen it before," she said with a smile, sliding onto the seat next to him in her sexy undies, allowing him to see the black lace hugging her tight arse. She reached out and took his shirt, pulling up to make her point rather obvious as she leaned forwards, offering him a nice view of her pert tits. He raised his arms and she tugged it off over his head before leaning in and kissing him, throwing his shirt aside. Gillian moved down, kissing softly and quickly down his body as he hands deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, reaching inside for his large cock. She immediately found it, squeezing it firmly before sliding her hand under his shorts and starting to jerk him. Kissing down, she started pulling at the denim, making it clear to him that she wanted to take them off him, so he lifted himself to allow her to as she slid off the sofa to her knees. In a fraction of a second she yanked them down his legs, his cock spring up against his stomach as she pulled his trousers and shorts off, along with his shoes and socks at the same time, bundling all his clothes rapidly aside and resuming her previous position on the sofa.

"Hmm not quite ready to sodomize me I don't think," she cooed as she lowered herself, jerking him softly before slipping her lips over his cock.

"Oh god," he mumbled as she instantly started her excellent sucking again, sucking firmly as she bobbed steadily up and down, jerking the base of his cock as her tongue teased.


"No, Gillian," she said with a giggle, raising her head for a moment. He couldn't help but laugh at her little joke, feeling her squeeze him cock a little harder as she sucked at his bulging head. He suddenly jumped and gave a loud grunt as she quite firmly pinched him, biting at his engorged head with her teeth with a sharp nip.


"Ok, I think you're ready," she said, raising herself from his cock, flicking her red hair back. She stood up and sauntered across the room, getting something from her handbag before turning back to him, holding it out with a smile as he admired her in the sexy lingerie. Holding a small tube, he could make out the letters KY printed on the side of it and gave a smile back, knowing she wasn't teasing him about this.

"Gonna need this to get that big cock of yours in my ass," she purred as she walked back over to him on her heels.

"If you can take it," he said cheekily with a slight raise of his eyebrow.




Gillian



Brian pulled me onto his face and I began to grind my pussy on his mouth while I continued to cum. Jacob continued to pinch my nipples, which only made my orgasm more intense. When I finished climaxing I couldn’t hold myself up any longer and I rolled onto my back on the bed.

Jake and I were breathing hard while we recovered from our orgasms but Brian was ready to go again. I slid to the side of the bed as he got to his feet and wrapped both hands around his cock.

“You’re gonna suck me now?”

I didn’t answer him; instead I wrapped my lips around his prick and started sucking it.

“Oh yeah!”

“Wait for me!” Jake said as he climbed off the bed.

Brian pulled his dick out of my mouth and stood back.

“How are we going to do this now?”

“I want her to sit on my face now! C’mere!”

He took me by the hand and led me to middle of the room.

“Kneel down!”

I got on my knees and he lay down on the floor and slid under me, he pulled me down so my butt was resting on his chest.

“You fuck her mouth I’ve got to eat her gorgeous pussy!”

I think I squirt in his mouth as he said that because he moaned loudly as he sucked my swollen lips into his mouth.

“Is that good Gillian?” Brian asked as he walked over to us.

“Yes!” I moaned as he stood in front of me.

He held his hard dick in his hand and waved it in front of my face.

“You want to suck my cock, don’t you?”

“Oh yes!”

“Then suck it!” He said as he thrust his hard cock at my mouth.

I opened my mouth as he thrust forward and swallowed his long shaft down my throat.

“You suck cock so good!! MMMMmmmm!!” He moaned as I sucked on his head while running my tongue around it.

He put his hands on my face, “Let me fuck your mouth.”

I stopped moving my head and allowed him to pump his cock in and out of my mouth as fast as he wanted. He started slow then gradually increased the speed until he was going so fast his balls were slapping against my chin.

CHAPTER SIX

Everything up until that point had felt incredibly good but this felt so erotic and nasty to be sitting on Jake’s chest while he ate me out and Brian fucked my mouth while I just sat there enjoying all of it. I loved having Brian fuck my mouth and not letting me move, I felt like such a bad girl. 

Jake used his hands to spread my lips and he was sticking his tongue in and out of my wet hole while Brian continued to fuck my mouth. I felt Jake pull the small hood covering my clit back as he began to flick it with his tongue. It was sending electricity through my body and all I could think to do was grind my pussy on his face.

He was licking my clit and I could feel it swelling under the pressure of his tongue, he wrapped his mouth around it and began sucking on it. I was moaning in ecstasy within seconds; Brian knew I was cumming and he rammed his cock all the way down my throat.

I put my hands on his butt and pushed, I wanted him to continue fucking my mouth. 

“What a naughty girl, you like me fucking your mouth don’t you?” he asked as he slowly slid his cock out of my mouth.

I moaned and pushed him down my throat again.

“Keep sucking Jake, it’s making her wild!”

Jake kept sucking on my clit and I continued to climax as Brian finally stopped teasing me and started fucking my mouth again. I was in heaven!

When I had enough (my whole body was trembling) Jake stopped sucking my clit and began licking up my cum, he moaned while he slurped up the juice that was dripping out of my pussy. I felt his fingers roaming over my pussy again and started sliding two in and out of my wet hole.

Feeling his fingers in me made me want his cock buried deep inside me while I sucked Brian. I had never seen a cock as big as Jake and I wanted him clenched in my pussy.

I stopped sucking Brian long enough to say, “I want Jake to fuck me!!”

I went to put my mouth around his dick again but he stopped me.

“You sure you’re ready? Once one of us cums in you we planned on not licking you again.”

“That’s fine, I just want to feel him inside me right now.”

“Did you hear that Jake, she’s ready!”

“I’ve been waiting three years for this!!” He said from between my thighs.

He moved his head out from under me and turned around.

“Spread your legs wider Gillian.”

I spread them and he slid his legs between my thighs. I looked down and saw he had a huge hard-on; it looked even bigger than before. I couldn’t wait to feel my pussy wrapped around his thick cock.

“I’ll let him get going before you suck me again.”

I was facing Jacob’s feet and I leaned on his legs while he positioned himself beneath me. I looked down and watched as he rubbed his cock between my lips, I was dripping in anticipation of feeling him penetrate me. 

He pressed his engorged head against my pussy then grabbed my hips and pulled me slowly down his incredibly long shaft. It seemed to take forever before I felt his balls pressing against my clit.

We both moaned loudly as he entered me for the first time. He was huge! I could feel my lips wrapped tightly around his pulsing shaft.

“Bri, she’s so tight I’m ready to blow now!”

“Go easy on him Gillian!”

He smiled as Jake began to slowly slide me up and down his long cock. I closed my eyes and relished in the feeling of such a big prick filling my pussy.

“She loves it Jake! Take your time, I’m gonna step out for a bit.”

I opened my eyes and saw Brian walk into my bathroom. I closed my eyes again and continued to enjoy Jake and his thick cock sliding in out of my pussy.

“Turn around Gillian!”

I started to climb off but he stopped me. 

“Better yet, let’s go on the bed.”

I was disappointed to have to move but I thought being on the bed would probably be more comfortable than the hard floor.

We both stood and climbed on the bed.

“Do you mind being on top again?”

I didn’t answer; I pushed him down onto his back and lay on top of him. We started kissing as I spread my legs and positioned myself over his dick. We moaned in unison as he entered me again, I could feel him throbbing inside me.

I slowly began to slide up and down his long shaft while we kissed, our tongues licking and teasing each other while his cock filled me up. I heard the bathroom door open and Brian came back in the room.

“I take it you haven’t had enough yet?”

We moaned our response.

“That’s what I thought. Well, let’s switch positions so I can get in on this too.”

We stopped kissing and looked at him waiting for him to say something, all the while I continued to ride Jake’s long, thick cock. It felt incredible and I didn’t want to stop.

“Are you ready to suck my cock again?”

I nodded.

“How do you want it?”

I thought about it while slowly grinding my pussy on Jake’s huge dick, which caused Jake to moan loudly.

“Scoot down to the bottom of the bed Jake, so your legs hang over.”

We slide down the bed quickly. With him still inside me I turned around and was facing away from him. It was similar to how we started on the floor but much more comfortable to be on a soft bed rather than the hard floor.

I turned and looked at Brian and he walked over to me, I was pleased to see he was still rock hard. I opened my mouth and he smiled as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my bottom lip. I licked the drops of clear liquid that were dripping from the slit and he moaned softly.

I grabbed hold of his cock with both hands and used him as leverage while I continued to ride up and down Jacob’s prick. Jake continued to moan as I licked the rim of Brian’s dick and wrapped my mouth around him.

“That looks so sexy, I love seeing my cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy!” 

I liked knowing he was watching. I thought that the things we did before were heavenly, this was pure ecstasy, riding Jake’s humongous cock while sucking Brian’s long prick. 

I slide Brian in and out of my mouth in the same rhythm that I rode up and down on Jacob. Both men were moaning and I could feel them both pulsing, one in my mouth the other in my pussy.

“Sorry to interrupt but I need to know…where should I cum?” Jake asked from behind me.

I slide Brian out of my mouth long enough to respond, “I’m on the pill, if you’re sure you’re clean cum inside me.”

“Oh you don’t have to worry about Jake, he’s practically a virgin.” Brian chuckled.

I looked up at Brian and he caressed my face.

“We’re both clean Gillian, if you want it we’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I want him to cum inside me.”

Jake moaned louder as his cock stiffened and hit just the right spot. I wrapped my mouth around Brian again as I started to cum on Jacob. I could feel the blood rushing through his shaft as I sucked him into my mouth.

“I’m gonna cum any second, did you want to fuck her before I pump my load inside her Brian?”

“Do you want that Gillian?” Brian asked.

I nodded while I continued to suck him.

“Okay, let’s switch then.”

When I finished my climax Jake lifted me off of him, again I was disappointed to not have him inside me, I didn’t have to wait long before Brian filled me.

As Jake got off the bed and Brian climbed on I saw Jake walk into the bathroom.

“Turn around Gillian.”

I turned around as Brian lay on the bed; his cock was jutting straight up, waiting for me to mount him. I crawled to him and we kissed while I straddled his stomach and worked my way into position.

He reached up and grabbed hold of my breasts as I reached down with one had to rub his cock across my wet pussy. He was already pulsing and I thought for sure he’d cum quickly…boy was I wrong.

He entered me with a powerful thrust; I released him as he began to slowly thrust deeper within me. We continued to kiss; he was softly sucking on my bottom lip and rubbing my nipples with his fingertips. I came easily and quickly as he forcefully pumped in and out my soaking wet pussy.

I began to moan into his mouth, once he knew I was climaxing he began to pump harder and faster. He moved his hands from my breasts to my hips and used them to control his thrusts, as he did I sat up. I came again and moaned louder this time; he was grunting like an animal as he fucked me harder and faster.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jake came out of the bathroom and walked over to the bed. He watched as I bounced up and down Brian’s cock.

“Whoa, take it easy man! Save some for me!”

Jacob reached down and began pinching my nipples while I rode up and down Brian’s cock. I came again as Jake’s strong hands played with my breasts.

Jake released my nipples once I had cum and stepped back, he was still hard and I wanted to feel him again. Brian was an incredible lover but Jake’s cock was so long and thick, I knew I wanted him to fuck me again.

Without saying anything to Brian I slid off his cock and got on all fours. I scooted to the bottom edge of the bed and waited for Jacob to get behind me. Brian still had a huge hard-on and I quickly began licking my cum off of his wet prick.

He moaned as I licked him clean, Jake was quick to get behind me. He rubbed his cock the length of my pussy then gently eased his thick cock inside me. He was fucking me slowly as I eased Brian into my mouth and began to suck up and down his pulsing shaft.

Jake had his hands on my hips and held me in place firmly as he gradually increased the rhythm and strength of each thrust. Soon he was pumping me harder than Brian had and I began to cum again. I sucked hard on the head of Brian’s cock and he started shooting his creamy load in my mouth as Jake pumped me even harder.

It felt so intense that once Brian had finished climaxing I had to stop sucking so I could scream with pleasure. Jacob and I were grunting and panting, as he pumped harder and deeper, he was pulling me back hard so he could slam into me.

“I need you on your back Gillian!” 

He slowed down and withdrew his cock as I rolled onto my back. He grabbed my legs and pulled them straight in the air as he entered me again. He held me by my ankles and spread my legs wide, I looked at him and he was staring down at the place our two bodies were joined. He was biting his lower lip and grunting as he fucked me hard, his muscles flexed with each thrust.

My breasts were swaying as Jake fucked me like a wild animal; Brian leaned down and began kissing me and massaging my breasts. Soon Brian was licking and biting my nipples and I was climaxing on Jacob’s thick cock.

I screamed with pleasure as Jake slammed into my pussy and Brian sucked and pinched my nipples. 

“I need to cum Gillian!”

“Cum inside me!” I moaned.

“Not yet!” he growled, “I need more!”

He pulled his cock out with lightning speed and dropped to his knees, he had his mouth on my pussy before I had a chance to realize what he was planning. He began to lick up my cum and suck and pull on my swollen lips with his mouth. Brian continued to suck and gently bite my nipples as I came again.

As quickly as he dropped to his knees he was back on his feet.

“Fuck her tits while I fuck her pussy!”

Jake was rubbing his cock up and down my pussy and he looked at Brian. “I put the baby oil on the floor.”

Brian climbed off the bed while Jake continued to rub his cock against my pussy; he was now pressing the tip against my swollen clit.

I watched Brian as he picked up my bottle of baby oil and opened it. He began squirting some into his hand and then between my breasts. He wrapped his oily hand around his cock and I saw he was hard again. He began stroking himself as I watched him slide his hand up and down his long shaft.

When his cock was nice and oily he slowly rubbed the baby oil between my breasts, spreading it all over them. He climbed on the bed and straddled my chest; he placed his cock on my chest between my breasts.

“Ready when you are Jake.”

“Oh I’m ready!”

In perfect unison Jake penetrated me as Brian slide his cock between my slippery tits. He held my breasts together so they were wrapped around his oily cock as he slid back and forth between them.

Jacob was pumping my pussy furiously while I watched as Brian fucked my tits. I could feel Brian’s balls rubbing against my belly as he slid deep between my oily breasts and started pinching my nipples. 

Jake had my legs spread wide and slammed into me relentlessly until I was ready to cum. I was panting and gripping the bedspread with both hands as both men slid their cocks in the same rhythm.

Jacob was grunting again, “She’s gonna cum Brian, I can feel her tightening!”

Brian looked down at me, “Are you ready Gillian?”

I threw my head back, “YES!!!!!”

As my orgasm reached it’s peak I felt Brian’s warm load begin to pump between my breast, he moaned and continued to pump as Jake slammed into me and began to grind his cock deeper. I could feel each spasm of his thick cock as his load spurt deep inside me.

When we were done Jacob spoke between pants, “How big—is—your—shower?”

Brian climbed off my chest as I started rubbing his creamy load all over my tits, “Big enough for the three of us!”

“Great, let’s go!” Jake said.

“Wait, I want to keep watching her rub my load on her tits.”

When I was finished we all walked into my bathroom and I turned on the shower. Once the water was the right temperature we stepped in. We took turns rinsing the sweat and sex off our bodies. I saw Brian reach for my body wash and squirt some in his hand, he handed the bottle to Jacob and he did the same.

“Front or back?” he asked.

“I want the front!” Jake said with a huge smile.

They both began to rub their soapy hands over my body, washing me and gently teasing my sensitive areas.

Jake was rubbing soap over my breasts while Brian was gently probing my ass with his fingers. Jake washed his way down my belly and began to soap my pussy. This had to be the best shower of my life! I spread my legs to allow Jacob better access to my pussy and he dropped to his knees.

“Didn’t you tell me about...umm…?”

“Shaved pussy?”

“YEAH!”

“Can I shave you Gillian, I swear it won’t hurt!”

The way they had pleasured me I was willing to agree to anything.

“Sure!”

I reached behind Jacob and handed him my shaver and the shower gel. He handed it to Brian and I turned around, Brian began soaping my pubic hair.

“Lean back against Jake and spread your legs wide.”

I leaned back and spread my legs. He slowly began shaving the top part of my hair off. I couldn’t believe I was letting him do it. When he’d finished the top part he knelt down.

“Okay, lean back all the way on Jake and put one leg on each wall.”

I did as he instructed and he gently began to shave the rest of my pubic hair, he was smiling. When he was done I stood and rinsed off. 

“Everyone done?” Jacob asked.

“Yes” Brian and I answered in unison.

I turned off the water and the three of us stepped out. Both men took turns drying me off and we all walked back to the bedroom. I looked at the clock; it was almost 4:00 a.m., they had arrived around 11:30, I couldn’t believe we’d been going at it for so long! I wasn’t even tired and from the look of their hard cocks they weren’t tired either.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“I really need to see her pussy!!!” Jacob said with the excitement of a kid that was going to Disneyland for the first time.

“I already saw when I shaved her, she looks even hotter!” Brian smiled at me.

“Lay on the bed Gillian.” Jacob said excitedly.

I walked to the bed and spread out on my back. I opened my legs as Jake sat on the bed.

“You have the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen!”

“It’s not like you’ve seen that many Jake.” Brian teased.

Jake shot him a dirty look.

“Sorry but it’s true! He’s only fucked three women Gillian, you’re a very special treat for him.”

“I’m happy to oblige.” I smiled at Jake and he smiled back.

“I know I came in you but I really want to lick you now that you’re all shaved. I have to see what you taste like now.”

“It’s up to you, I’m up for anything you two want to do.”

They exchanged knowing glances.

“Are you sure about the Gillian?”

“Yes!”

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything.”

They both smiled at each other and looked back at me. 

“What if we wanted to fuck your ass?”

I bolted upright.

“Oh! Well, I hadn’t thought about that!”

They exchanged looks again.

“Tell you what, if you both manage to get me so hot that I want it, I’ll let you know.”

“Works for me!” Jake said.

“Me too! We’ll get you hot, don’t worry about that.” Brian smiled.

“Lay back again, I need to lick you Gillian.”

Jacob was already climbing between my thighs as Brian came up and started kissing my breasts.

Jake was rubbing his hands all over my shaven pussy, “Oh my God!”

I blushed as Jacob gawked at my newly shaved pussy.

“I told you man! She’s hot!” Brian chuckled and went back to kissing my breasts.

“You said she was hot, you didn’t say how sexy a shaved pussy was. Especially hers! She looks so tight!”

Jacob started rubbing his fingers the length of my pussy; he spread my lips and gently probed my wet hole. He lowered his mouth to my now hairless mound and rubbed his check against my shaved skin.

“It’s so soft!”

“Are you gonna eat her or not? If not I will!!” Brian began flicking my nipples with his tongue.

Jake didn’t say another word; he ate my pussy with more enthusiasm than before. He used his fingers to rub my exposed clit while he sucked on my swelling lips.

“MMMMMMmmmmm” was all he managed to say before I came in his mouth again.

I loved having both of their attention, Jake seemed to get better and better the longer he licked me. Both men were hard; since Jacob already came in me I thought Brian should have the chance.

“Brian!” I whispered, “I want you to fuck me again.”

He looked up from my nipple and smiled, “I thought you’d never ask!”

He continued to tease my nipples while Jake sucked on my pussy. Without saying anything I rolled onto my belly, both men looked at me unsure of my plans. I pushed Brian onto his back and grabbed his hard cock ready to pounce on him before he had a chance to say anything.