Julie Moore awoke the following morning, clear in her thinking, knowing full well what she was going to do. She had spent most of the previous evening mulling over her problems, thinking about how hard it would be to get started in New York City without a gallery, not wanting to rely on her husband's salary forever to sustain her. It was good that Randy had always earned enough money to take care of the rent and all their expenses but Julie felt that she wanted to be able to support herself, buy her own art supplies, have a little money to buy clothes with when she wanted them, even travel a little. She had already accepted the fact that Randy would be away from home a lot and knew that she too wanted to travel with or without him.
She thought now of her handsome young husband and as she did so an excited tingle ran throughout her entire body, oh God! She wanted him… why wasn't he here? At 28, Randy Moore was already one of the most sought after literary agents in the country. First he set up business in San Francisco, that was good but since they had moved to New York City his career had catapulted. He spent his time now flying between Hollywood, London and Paris. Julie often wondered if he had other women on his travels, several times she had hinted at the subject but Randy had always assured her that he was faithful to her, although of late she had noticed that he had become more and more evasive on the subject. He always teased her about being so jealous and yet she couldn't help it, he was such a handsome man. She wondered what he would have done if he had ever found out that she had made love with Al Cortini and now about to make love with Philip Randolph… would he understand, she thought disturbedly to herself? She didn't know… but she would take that chance… she had to have her one-woman show!
"Mr. Randolph will see you now Mrs. Moore," the secretary purred once again flipping on the intercom switch to her boss' office, "do you need me further Mr. Randolph?" she asked.
"No, no, Sylvia, you can go for the evening."
"Thank you Mr. Randolph, see you in the morning."
"Yes, yes Sylvia, show Mrs. Moore in please."
Julie Moore had decided… she knew how the cards were stacked. She was coming to Philip Randolph's office for one thing and one thing only, to allow him to fuck her so that she could get her show.
"Ah Julie, how lovely you look," the older man smiled as the young woman seated herself.
"Thank you Mr. Randolph," she purred.
"How about a drink, scotch and soda?"
"Yes please."
"You know Julie, I have to tell you, if I were your husband I'd be loathe to leave you alone for long periods of time."
Julie Moore didn't know what to say to the older man, it was true, Randy did leave her alone a lot and recently more than ever… now that Mr. Randolph mentioned the matter, she thought about it, yes, he had been away almost all of the previous month and practically all of this one!
"Oh by the way, Julie, please call me Philip, everyone does, besides we are going to get acquainted, aren't we… what have you decided, or is it too early in the evening for that subject?" he chuckled, a slightly lecherous expression on his face.
Julie Moore blushed, in truth she wasn't quite sure how to handle the whole situation, making the decision to allow him to fuck her was one thing, carrying it out was another!
"Do you trust your husband, Julie?" Philip inquired.
"Of course I do," Julie said quickly, wondering if Philip knew something about Randy that she didn't know. "Why do you ask."
"Oh nothing really, only Al Cortini mentioned to me that every time he's in San Francisco he has a different lady on his arm."
"Al Cortini… how does he know?"
"Well… apparently there's rather a famous club in San Francisco, noted for its nude acts, Al Cortini is a regular there and so is your husband by all accounts."
Julie could hardly believe her ears, Randy in a nude club, it was unthinkable, she had never known him to go to such a place. "I'm sure he's mistaken Philip, it can't be true," Julie said defensively, secretly thinking to herself that somehow or other she would investigate the matter, it was true there had been something shifty about Randy for months now… she just hadn't wanted to admit to it.
Philip Randolph was leaning close to the young woman now and Julie had to move away from him quickly to prevent him planting a kiss on her neck. Now, suddenly, she wasn't sure that she wanted to go through with the venture. However, she didn't stand a chance, Philip snatched the glass out of her hand and planted his mouth firmly on hers, his tongue going sinuously into her mouth between her protesting lips and teeth.
It probed deeply, erotically, and his arms went around her to crush her lusciously curvaceous body to his own.
Squirmingly, she writhed and fought for release, while his hand cupped up the fullness of one of her breasts, his fingers squeezing hard into its resilient softness. Slowly, his tongue moved in and out of her mouth, suggesting copulation. He did it several times and then suddenly she was kissing him back.
He tested her. He began to withdraw his tongue from her mouth, but she held it, sucking on it and drawing it back into her oral cavern, refusing to let it get away from her as she felt the flaming tingle of arousal in her loins. Fiercely, she thought about Randy now, her mind imagining all sorts of lewd and perverse actions that he could be involved in. For the first time in her life she began to really think about her husband and how elusive he had always been with her about the times he was away. She greedily sucked on the gallery owner's tongue now in an effort to pay Randy back for his imagined infidelities.
Then, he was taking her hand in his. Firmly, he guided it to the throbbing erection that pulsed jerkingly inside his pants. Curling her fingers around it and holding her hand in place, he probed his tongue deeply into her mouth, running it in and out, smoothly. He was overjoyed when he felt her response, her body relax against him, her mouth sucking on his tongue, while below, her hand tightened around the thick length of his cock. No! She suddenly panicked, I can't do it! She let go of his hardened penis as though it were a red-hot poker.
Desperately, she twisted her head aside to break the erotic, deep-probing kiss and gasped. "No Philip, I've changed my mind, I just can't do it!"
"That's a piece of crap!" he shot back. "You're hot for it… so why don't you relax and enjoy it! Just admit that you need to be screwed… because your husband obviously hasn't been taking care of you!"
"Listen I'm not that kind of woman!" she spat out.
"That's not what I hear from Al," he chuckled. His strong-fingered hands came down now to grasp her softly pliant buttock cheeks and pulled her loins in hard against his own.
"All right Philip, you want to fuck, maybe I do but how do I know you'll keep it to yourself."
"You'll just have to trust me my dear," he said sincerely enough to convince her that he would keep their secret.
Suddenly Julie threw all caution to the wind, she wanted her show and she wanted this attractive man to fuck her. "Let's do it," she gasped.
"I'm getting hot… and I want you."
Philip Randolph could hardly believe his luck but he certainly wasn't going to give her any opportunity to change her mind. Quickly he began to disrobe, Julie following suit until he was completely naked, and she was standing in bra and panties. Julie gasped as she looked at Philip's long thick cock spearing out from a thicket of brown hair.
She saw the raw desire in Philip's face and she realized that it had been a long time since Randy had desired her this way. In school, where they had first met they had been ardent lovers and in their early days in Berkeley too. It had only been since her career as an artist had started to bloom that Randy's love-making prowess had tapered off. At times it had almost seemed to her that they were in competition to see who could make it in their prospective fields the first. She didn't have time however to think about Randy any further, Philip was already pulling off her brassiere, digging his fingers into her breasts and kneading her nipples. Then before she realized what was happening she was being pushed back onto the floor, his mouth seeking hers for a brief moment and then his lips were moving down to her beautiful firm breasts.
He kissed one, then the other, his tongue flicking out to lick at the hardened nipples before taking one into his mouth to suck slaveringly, almost like a child. He felt it lengthen and grow even more erect.
Shifting then to the twin, he worked at it, while below his naked cock was insinuating itself down between her still nylon pantie-clad thighs.
Barely able to lie there and accept his homage to her luscious breasts, Julie's loins undulated up against the hardness of his erect penis. His sucking, teasing and biting of her nipples was sending ecstatic sensations through her, and she wanted him to take her. God! She wanted him… wanted him to push into her, ram the whole length of his thick cock into her searing cunt and fuck her, right then!… but she knew she would have to be patient, to wait for him to lead the way.
… Then she was holding her breath in expectant anticipation. Philip was leaving her breasts, all tingling and aroused, and was slithering down her body, his mouth trailing down over the soft, white flatness of her belly, his tongue dripping briefly into the dimple of her navel.
Her hands were on his head now, pressing him gently downward.
In a moment he had stripped her panties from her, his strong hands pulling her legs apart. Then his mouth was dipping down between her softly tapered white thighs; at the same time his thumbs were spreading the tender pink and moist lips of her cunt wide apart. With an animal like grunt of lustful joy, his tongue shot out to probe all around them, licking her just inside the moistly heated opening. His reward as quick in coming. Her hands on his head pressed him in tight against the hot flesh of her cunt, and her hips writhed up to him with feral urgency.
"Oooooooooh!" Julie expelled her long-held breath, her groan a heartful relief… but she wished for something else. God! Why doesn't he concentrate on my clitoris instead?
Over and over, Philip worked his long tongue in and out of her warmly palpitating vaginal mouth. He heard her groan from deep in her chest that ended in a constant mewl of anticipation, and he knew that she was aroused… ready for anything. There's only one way to find out!
Briefly, his mouth left her searing flesh as he hauled her straight, then he was swiftly reversing his body until his knees were straddling her head. His hands went under her hips, cupping up the softness of them and pulling them apart as her legs involuntarily splayed wide to give him ready access to her loins. He said nothing… but his message was eloquent.
Again, he dropped his head down between her lovely white thighs, his tongue this time going unerringly to the spiky hardness of her ecstatically throbbing clitoris.
Philip's joy knew no bounds when he felt her soft hands move caressingly over his buttocks then slide back to cup all his balls, kneading them in their sac and almost causing him to cry out with the pleasure of it. Then he felt her fingers close around the lust-hardened shaft of his massive cock.
The knowing way in which she handled him told him that she was certainly no stranger to oral sex. In an instant he knew for sure. He felt the rubbery, blood-bloated head of his cock probed at by her moistly pink tongue. Restraining his wild desire to sink his aching cock straight into her mouth, he waited while at the same time keeping his teasing tongue busy on her clitoris. Up and down the short length of it, she licked, paying special attention to the sensitively throbbing head of the miniature phallus.
With a long drawn-out moan, her loins bucked up against his mouth and undulated circlingly; at the same time, he felt her tight, ovaled lips slip over the pulsating mushroom-shaped head of his cock, sucking it into her hot mouth willingly. Only then did he begin to lower his hips, spreading his knees a little wider and allowing his thick length penis to push slowly and surely into the depths of her mouth. In a few moments she had absorbed almost all it, and he felt her lips nibbling at the shaft. It drove him wild with desire. In the next instant, he had shoved the full turgid length of it deep into her mouth and part way down her throat.
Julie wasn't particularly surprised when Philip switched to the sixty-nine position and his heavy, pulsating erect cock had come down to poise just over her mouth. She loved to have her pussy licked and sucked. Reciprocally, she had also learned to suck cock. She remembered the first time she had been introduced to it by Al Cortini, it had made her gag the first time but after that she had loved it!
She didn't hesitate now, though. She ran her hands over Philip's buttocks and fondled his testicles, enjoying the soft feel of them in her hands. Then she had licked at the spongy head of his pulsing cock, paying special attention to the connecting tissue on its underside.
When she had finally ovaled her lips and had sucked it into her mouth, she felt an electric shock shuddering through her body. It pleased her to know that she was giving him as much pleasure as he was her, but in the back of her mind she knew that she was doing this calculated act to hurt her husband even though he might never know of it.
Only half of his erect length was in her mouth, and she had begun to suck nibbingly on it when suddenly he had plunged it deeply in, his pubic hair tickling against her nose and chin. Desperately, she accommodated him, taking all of it into the moistly heated confines of her mouth and throat. Then he was nipping at her clitoris with his teeth. It caused tiny shooting pains of pleasure to surge ecstatically through her, consuming her cunt and belly with a raging, uncontrolled fire of sexual need.
Then, intertwined on the oral copulation, her arms wrapped around his hips and pulling him down into her mouth with rhythmic regularity, allowing him to push in and out of her mouth and throat as though her oral cavern were a substitute cunt as she sucked and nibbled at the great shaft while at the same time his taunting tongue performed arabesques up and down the short, hardened length of her clitoris, they rose together to the heights of erotic arousal, both wishing that it could last forever.
Never in his wildest dreams could Philip have imagined that this girl could be so terrific. He loved the way her cunt ground up at his mouth and the way she kept mewling and moaning, almost as though she couldn't get enough of it… and the way she's sucking my cock is really something else!
She knows what she's doing… Al Cortini was right about her!
Slavering, he increased his teasing arousal of her pussy, licking and biting alternatively at her clitoris then pressuring downward to slide his long, pink tongue in and out of her vaginal opening for long moments before returning again to the pulsating shaft of her hardened sex bud. As he slaved away he felt it building in her body, heard it in the deep tones coming from her chest as she moaned in an agony of imminent orgasm, and he felt it in himself, the tightening of his scrotal sac, the expanding lurch of his rock-hard cock as it moved smoothly between her lips and plunged deep into her throat, producing that familiar feeling of searing preparedness, almost like a volcano ready to blow itself apart. God! It felt good!
He lashed at her with his tongue, probing and withdrawing, dancing tauntingly against her and working deep into the pliant softness of her cuntal passage. He felt the contracting palpitations and knew that she was ready… that she would be exploding into orgasm soon… and then his extended middle finger was probing at her anus. He pushed it in to the first knuckle and felt the smooth sponginess of the passage, and then he was punishing her there, working his outstretched finger in deep and swirling it around inside her rectum. All the while his hips were rising and falling as he drove his demanding cock deep down into her mouth and throat. Suddenly, his body was jerking, and he pounded his spewing cock into her mouth, the white hot sperm racing the turgid length of him to splash into the back of tier throat, forcing her to swallow the life-liquid with desperate greed. Almost simultaneously, her body spasmed shudderingly, her muscles tensing as she pushed her loins up even harder against his mouth.
He ground his plundering tongue up into her and plunged his hammering cock all the way down her swallowing throat as he, too, poised tensely while the searing stream of his semen continued to spurt from the tip of his cock with satisfying intensity. Then, tremblingly, she sagged back against the floor. She would have screamed for pure joy but she could only moan to herself, ooooooh! God! It's wonderful!
Slowly, the satiated relaxing euphoria overcame them, Philip rolled away to his side, the glistening shaft of his penis coming out of her mouth, still softly lurching with the final involuntary movements of ejaculation.
"Oh my Julie, you really are something. Baby, you have the sweetest mouth in the world."
"Ummmmmm…!" Julie murmured, "you felt so good in my mouth Philip. At first I wasn't sure but now I'm glad we did it," the young girl's hand now playfully dropped down to Philip's deflated cock and began to squeeze it softly between her fingers. "Oh poor baby, all crumpled."
"Not for long baby, if you keep that up," grinned Philip Randolph lewdly.
Deftly now Julie retracted the foreskin. The soft tube of flesh lurched in her hand. It felt wonderful. The returning power of his expanding cock thrilled her as she caressed it to erect hardness; then he was kissing her again, gently this time, without the urgent demand of the first time. His mouth and tongue began to arouse her, and after a little while he was kissing her shoulders and her breasts.
She came alive slowly, languorously, as below, she felt the preparatory fluids beginning to bedew the inner petals of her pussy.
Then his hand was playing there, his finger tantalizing her clitoris to throbbing hardness and pushing into the mouth of her cunt.
"Do you want it?" he asked her.
"Yes! Yes, I do!" she gasped.
"What do you want, Julie?"
"You! You in me!"
"Then, tell me baby! Tell me you want to be fucked!"
"Yes! Do it!" she breathed. "Fuck me! Oh God! Fuck me quick!" the lewd words excited her. God! It's been so long… since I said that… it's been since Al Cortini really… Randy hasn't really desired me, nor caused me to desire him in a really long time… I really need this!
The gallery owner levered himself up above on strong arms, bracing himself on his knees as he wedged his hips down between her automatically wide-spreading thighs.
"Put it in!" he told her.
Frantically, her hand stabbed down between them, her nails digging into the side of his fully hardened cock, and she unerringly guided the blood-swollen head of his cock to her waiting, anticipating cuntal slit.
Julie moaned softly. Philip's hips flexed slightly, just enough to slip the bulbous head of his throbbing cock into her, where he pushed it up against the sensitive flesh of her cunt's mouth, teasing her as he withheld the massive length of his rod. He was kissing her again, his tongue probing deep into her mouth. She sucked his tongue hungrily and wished that he would shove his huge cock up into her, fill her with it… and fuck her, hard and deep.
Then he eased another couple of inches into her. She felt it stretch her searingly. God! He is big! She groaned partly in pain but mostly with frustration. He's teasing me!
With an undulant, upward thrust of her hips, she captured the thick length of him, felt his cock-shaft slide all the way up into her expectant belly; then she was clasping him tight, using the interior muscles of her vagina to milk at his invading cock.
Oooooooooh! That's more like it!
Philip's feeling of triumph knew no bounds as he felt Julie writhe under him and force his aching cock all the way up into her warmly moist and tight cuntal passage. He knew then that she was his and that he could fuck her now anytime he wanted her. He'd make her his mistress for as long as she pleased him… and the way she was going after his cock he might keep her for quite a long while. He thought of how he had tricked her into fucking him, she was such a good artist that he would have given her a show without fucking but she had fallen for his threat… just like Al Cortini said she would. His friend had told him that basically he thought she wasn't getting enough cock from her husband so that underneath her together exterior she was really horny and lonely.
Slowly then, he pulled out of her until just the bloated head of his cock remained in her, just inside the wide-stretched mouth of her cunt.
It ignited a thousand little brushfires inside her, inflamed by the vacuum his withdrawal had left within her. Julie's hands came up his back and caressed downward to his muscular hips. With desperate strength she tried to pull him deep up into her needful cuntal sheath.
He eased his solid length down into her again, pushing it deep into her soft belly and feeling the heat of her envelop him as she undulated passionately beneath him. Inside, her cunt walls squeezed and milked at his turgid cock; it drove him wild, but he was determined not to hurry.
He was going to bring her slowly to the apogee of her orgasm… fuck her so skillfully that she would go almost insane with desire… and keep her coming back for more.
Patiently he began to swing his hips from side to side, wedging into her grindingly while at the same time making sure that there was maximum contact as his pubic bone swept back and forth across her sensitively hardened clitoris. He did nothing more than that for the time being, his tongue lashing in and out between her lips with suggestive eroticism. Additionally, his hands caressed and kneaded at her flanks, breasts, hips and buttocks, playing on her body like a master organist who draws the most from his instrument in terms of fine nuances of sound, and beneath him her arousal grew by leaps and bounds to a power so uncontrollably ecstatic that she was sure she would not be able to contain it.
Julie's pleasure was indescribable. The blonde haired young woman loved the relentless way his burgeoning cock pushed into her, teasing her and making her arousal so complete, and now as he began to thrust in and out of her searingly needful cunt with a slow, steady tempo his hands and mouth busy constantly, she sucked at his tongue and moaned with delicious rapture. Within her, ecstatic sensations surged to and fro, and she began to move under him, countering his every deep-thrusting upward plunge deep into the soft and tender confines of her cuntal sheath, fucking back at the joy-giving shaft of maleness with which he drove her in order to help satisfy her own rapidly increasing lust.
Beneath him, Philip felt her writhing undulantly up against him, and her breathing began to come in shorter sighing gasps of pure pleasure.
He increased his speed ever so slightly, and now he was also swinging his hips from side to side, knowing that it would make her feel even more filled with cock than his massive hardened already did.
Suddenly she bucked under him and twisted her head aside breaking the deep tongue-jousting kiss. "Oh God… Philip! Fuck me!" she groaned.
"You like it?" he leered down into her face.
"Yes! God… yessss!"
"How do you want it, then?"
"Deep! Deep and hard!" she begged. "Fuck me… hard! Shove your cock all the way inside my cunt… and fuck me!" Julie cried, skewering her searing cunt up the full, turgid length of his plunging cock.
Slipping his hands down over her undulating buttocks, he locked them under her knees and leaned back slightly; then he moved up over her, raising her legs high and widespread, almost to his shoulders. Hard and deliberately then, he leaned down over her and drove his thundering cock deep up into her splayed cunt-flesh.
"Oooooohhh!" she moaned beneath his pounding cock, every nook and crevice of her vaginal sheath feeling filled to overflowing with his hard man-flesh.
Still she wanted more. Abjectly she begged him. "Fuck me… Philip! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE! OOOooooh!"
Philip rewarded her by grinding deeply into her, emphatically, each time she uttered the shrieking obscenity. He could feel his own build-up to ejaculative orgasm now and knew that she likewise was within an extremely short period of time before her explosive climax would rock her. He bored up into her and felt the clasping walls of her vagina milk and suck at him while back behind the root of his slaving cock there was that familiar acid-burning, heralding the release of his sperm.
Suddenly, her eyes were swimming, sight-dimmed, in their sockets and her head rolled from side to side uncontrollably as though it were on oiled ball-bearings, her lovely blonde hair becoming mussed. Below, her desperate loins thrust up at him even though he was holding her thighs widespread with his massive cock goring in and out of her, practically pinning her to the floor.
He ground into her ferally, his hands tearing at her, now massagingly and again his fingers digging deep into her flesh only to change to a gently, smoothing caress.
Then she shuddered convulsively. From deep in her chest an unearthly moaning scream came tumbling.
"Ooooo-augh! Myy Godddd! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! AAAaagghh!"
Holding himself in abeyance until that moment, Philip now allowed himself to piston into her like a runaway pile-driver. He slammed into her with fury, ramming deep up into her, his pubic bone smashing hard into hers, which heightened her orgasm already in progress.
Spewingly, he came. The load of liquid semen gushing from the head of his slitted cock with a wonderfully satisfying sensation. "Aaaugghhh!" he grunted with obvious relish. "What a fuck! What a marvelous cunt! Christ!"
With a sigh he released himself on top of her, his cock still buried up to the hilt of her, stiff, jerking and shooting his cum, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fully enjoyed the immensely erotic sensations that were rampaging through his satiated body.
Julie Moore was ecstatic, it had been too long she now realized, too long since Randy had really fucked her, now with Philip Randolph's cock still in her she knew that she had to have this, she had been repressing her desires ever since her affair with Al. She realized now that she was a fully sensual woman with strong needs and desires, and her husband had definitely not been fulfilling her in months. Whenever they had made love of late he had seemed indifferent to her, he hadn't aroused her or caressed her body he had just plunged into her and fucked, seemingly not caring whether she had an orgasm or not, something was really wrong between them, now having experienced the joy of sexual union again she could acknowledge this. She looked up at Philip, still collapsed on her sweat-soaked body and sighed a tremendous sigh of relief rather as if some tremendous weight had been lifted from her shoulders. All these months she had been afraid to face the fact that her relationship with her husband was practically non-existent and yet his rejection of her had caused her to cease believing in herself as a woman. Philip had re-lit those fires of self awareness, now she began to be aware once again of her beautiful body and it's sensuality. She would no longer deny herself sexual fulfillment, she had to have it and if Randy wasn't there to give it to her then she would get it where she could and right now, Philip Randolph was providing that possibility. She would use him just as he was using her!