Julie Ch. 08

But she noticed that now Greg was letting her go when she recoiled. He wasn't holding her down when she actually gagged. It was enough to apply pressure until she couldn't hold off her reaction any longer.

He was obviously getting turned on by this and that was making it exciting for Julie. He was using her mouth for his pleasure, almost in spite of her. It was a sexist, male-dominance thing that should have provoked a strong resistance in her. But instead she found herself compliant, letting him pull her down again and again. She even put her hands in her lap, letting him have full control. It was a little scary, but it was even more exciting, so she pushed her fears aside and let Greg do as he wished.

After the first few times, her reaction was less violent and she stopped feeling like it was going to make her vomit. But she never got to the point where she could let him keep going when he hit that sensitive point in the back of her throat.

After several minutes, Greg finally stopped and reached down to Julie. She took his hand and he helped her to her feet. Then he pushed her back toward the bed. Compliantly, Julie climbed in and lay on her back. She drew her knees up and spread her legs invitingly. Greg wasted no time settling between them.

Julie's pussy was still dripping wet as he pushed his large tool into her. He thrust slowly, powerfully, driving in steady and deep. Then he pulled back just as deliberately. It almost sucked the air out of Julie's lungs. Again and again he plunged deep into her with slow, granite thrusts.

Julie understood what had just happened. The question of anal sex, his forcing her down on his cock. It was all about power and control and Greg testing his limits. Julie was not a woman to be cowed or intimidated by a man. The power Greg had was the power she gave him. He could shove his cock into her mouth because she let him. She chose to give him that measure of control. He was simply prodding to see just how much control she would relinquish. It was a game. And one Julie was enjoying. She wasn't quite sure what limits she would set, so she was discovering them at the same time as Greg.

And as Greg masterfully pushed his cock into her over and over, Julie felt it was a game that had only winners. Whatever his pleasure, she would gladly provide it, as long as he kept fucking her like this. It was so good. Soooo good it made her feel like she could burst with sheer happiness. And lust.

Julie groaned and pushed her hips up to meet Greg's deep thrusts. Even moving as slowly and deliberately as he was, the effects of his ample size were causing her to tremble with pleasure.

Her eyes met his and their gazes locked. He drove his throbbing member into her over and over as they stared into each others' eyes. There was something electrifying about their eye contact. It sent shivers down Julie's spine, tingles throughout her body. It was like they were making love, not fucking.

Of course, she knew, somewhere deep down inside, that fucking was all they were doing. But the way his eyes poured into hers... it made her almost believe there was much more to it. Maybe it was just a fuck, but it was turning out to be a surprisingly romantic one.

Greg's gaze was too intense. Julie couldn't look away. It was almost like hypnosis. The thrill of it, combined with his deep, stretching penetrations was like a drug. It created an envelope of euphoria around her. She could definitely see herself becoming addicted.

She shook and moaned as she ground herself back against his thrusts. The oils she had rubbed on his body were now being rubbed onto hers, creating a slick, slithering contact between them. It made her think of them writhing together, like intertwined serpents. The way their bodies slipped against each other was like liquid, warm and wet, flowing easily one into the other.

Lost in Greg's eyes as she was, Julie abandoned her awareness of everything else around her. She saw only his eyes and felt only his body, his cock. There seemed to be a single point where they came together and, for that time, became the center of her universe.

It was a deep, rolling motion, like something tidal. Like she was adrift on the swells of an ocean of warm waters. She rode the currents of Greg's passionate thrusts, letting the feelings wash over and through her. There was no measure of time that mattered here. No distractions. Nothing but the fire coursing through her blood, driven by the steady pumping of Greg's hips.

When she came, it wasn't a climax as much as it was a perfecting of that feeling. It didn't explode so much as arrive, like the rising of the sun. The euphoria intensified into orgasm almost seamlessly. She barely had a chance to realize it before it was upon her, shaking her, thrilling her, taking her to the pinnacle of her sexual existence.

The surge of heat, the tingling, the loss of awareness of everything around her was starting to pass before she managed to scream out, thrash and writhe. It was a huge, earthy contortion that wrenched her, set her pussy contracting like a vise around Greg's cock. It was slower, yet more intense than anything she had ever experienced and even as it faded, Julie wanted to feel it again. And again and again.

It was as if she had discovered the Holy Grail of orgasms. Something off-the-charts. God, the way Greg fucked her was sooo incredible!

"Cum inside me, lover," she said, almost pleaded, when she regained control of herself again.

"Mmmmmm," Greg agreed, punctuating his moan with slow, lusty thrusts of his hips. His pulsing cock filled her with bliss as fully as its size filled her pussy. Her whole body felt stretched by the swell of satisfaction he generated in her. Was there anything she wouldn't do to experience this feeling again?

Greg increased his tempo slightly, his breathing getting rougher, his moans getting more forceful. A few minutes later he put his head into the pillow next to Julie and groaned hoarsely as he came inside her. The deep penetration of his cock and the strong jet of his ejaculation combined, hitting her cervix and sending a new thrill through her body. A low moan built up in the back of her throat, pouring out of her slowly and passionately. Every ounce of energy seemed to drain out of her with it, leaving her spent and limp under Greg's comforting weight.

He put his mouth over hers and kissed her tenderly. At first, she didn't kiss him back. Not because she didn't want to, her body just didn't respond at first, she was so satisfied already. But then her lips pressed back on his and she shared a long, warm intertwining of their mouths and tongues.

When the contact broke, Greg rolled onto the bed beside her. Julie turned on her side to face him as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Even as he embraced her, Julie could still feel her pussy throbbing, pulsing with the afterglow of her orgasms. She wriggled against him, warmed by his arms around her. She couldn't think of a time in her life when she had felt more contented than she did at that moment.

Smiling, wrapped in Greg's embrace and wholly satisfied, Julie fell asleep. She awoke in the middle of the night, momentarily disoriented. Then she felt Greg's body beside her and remembered. She nestled against him and drifted back into blissful slumber.

In the morning, the first light coming through the curtains woke her up. She opened her eyes slowly, taking in her surroundings as the events of the night before flooded back to her. Greg was already out of bed. She was momentarily disappointed by that.

Then she remembered that it was a work day and she had stayed out overnight under false pretenses. And she had to go home to get ready for work. She rolled over to look at the clock. It wasn't as late as she had feared. She could get up, get dressed and get home in time to get to work. Maybe a little late, but not noticeably so.

The bathroom door opened and Greg came into the room wrapped in a towel. His chest was still wet and glistening and Julie couldn't help notice his athletic build. He might not be Adonis, but he was the closest Julie had ever come. And quite probably the closest she'd ever get. She felt herself stir as her eyes traveled up and down his body.

He pulled the towel off to dry his hair with it, exposing his cock, dangling invitingly between his legs. The sight of it was enough to make her breath catch in her chest. She took another quick glance at the clock. She was only running a little late. A little later wouldn't matter.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, rolling on to all fours on the bed, facing him. Greg pulled the towel away from his head and looked down at her. If he was surprised to see her crawling across the bed toward him, he didn't show it. He hesitated only a moment before stepping up to the end of the bed directly in front of her.

Julie opened her mouth and, using only her tongue, scooped his member up and wrapped her lips around it. The way he grew, expanded in her mouth made her shudder with pleasure. In a minute he was hard as a rock and Julie was lustily sucking his cock. After a few more minutes, she paused and coaxed him into the bed.

Greg climbed into the bed beside her and for a moment, Julie almost climbed on top of him. But it was getting late and, truth be told, she found herself enjoying immensely the feel and taste of him in her mouth. She knelt beside him on the bed and flicked her hair back over her ear.

"Good morning, lover," she greeted him, smiling. Then she lowered her mouth to his cock again and sucked him with a passionate bobbing of her head. She looked up at him and let him slip from her mouth. "What do you want, lover? You want to cum in my mouth?" She flashed her sultry smile and tossed her head sexily.

She liked the response she saw in Greg's eyes, even as he tried to control his reaction. He was turned on by her words. She was making him hot, getting inside his head and making him want her.

That, in turn, made her more eager to please him, pleasure him, make him cum. She bobbed as deep as she could, moaning around his thick member. She was getting quite aroused herself as she heard his breathing getting heavier. His moans elicited more moans from her as her arousal increased along with his.

When he finally threw his head back and she felt that now-familiar swelling of his cock, it was nothing short of wonderful. The moment of anticipation, when she felt that swelling, had somehow become a favorite of hers.

Maybe it was his physical transformation, the way his cock seemed to strain and grow larger. The way he groaned, telling her more eloquently than words how she was making him feel. It was surprising how powerfully the moment affected her. The moment of his pleasure transferring from his balls to her eagerly waiting mouth.

Then the thick stream of his seed shot into her mouth, coating her tongue, sending a tingle through her pussy. The manliness of his essence combined with the submissiveness of the act to stir feelings in her that she could barely contain.

She loved how it felt to please him at this most basic, animal level. And she loved how it felt to swallow his cum. It was a symbol of... her total acceptance of him? Her desire to please him as fully, as selflessly, as a woman could? Whatever it was, it felt right. It felt good. She just loved it and wanted to do it again and again.

In between his powerful orgasm-producing fucks, of course.

Julie sucked every drop from his cock, gently sucking and cleaning him after he came. She was reluctant to let him slip from her mouth. Once again, she would be walking away with no idea when she would see him again. It made her wish she could suck him off again before she left.

She licked and kissed his balls before taking his shaft back into her mouth one last time. When every drop had been drained and his erection began to fade, Julie sat back and looked up at Greg. He was smirking.

"So I'm the only guy who's cock you ever wanted to suck?" he asked, cocky.

"Well," Julie still felt slightly embarrassed about her admission. "Not the only one I ever wanted to, necessarily," she said, planting a kiss on the base of his shaft. "You're just the only one I ever got... well, turned on doing it." He raised a questioning eyebrow. Julie decided to throw him one last bone. Maybe to help hurry up their next tryst, or maybe because she just wanted to tell him.

"I love it with you," she purred, nuzzling his cock, kissing it again. "I'll do it as much as you want. I'll swallow for you, too, lover. Give it to me. Please." She looked up at him with the best pleading bedroom eyes she could manage, running her tongue under his softened shaft. She squeezed him with her hand, producing a last bead of cum. She lustily licked it away, her eyes on his as she did so.

Then she climbed out of the bed and went hunting around the room for her clothes. She dressed quickly as Greg got out of bed himself. He was still pulling clothes out of his bag when Julie slipped her new high heels back on. She kissed him.

"Thanks for breakfast," she said with a sly grin, kissed him again and left.

Julie was still floating from the many electrifying orgasms of the previous night. She had once again reached heights of ecstasy that, prior to meeting Greg, she hadn't known were possible. If he called her right now and said he had decided to stay in his hotel room today, Julie would turn her car right around and join him.

It was scary to think just how much she would risk. But it was that good. It was nothing short of incredible. She smiled to herself as she drove along through the morning traffic, the feel of his size still between her legs and the taste of him still in her mouth.