Just as expected, Roy was not at home and when Julie got inside of the apartment and discovered that many of his clothes were missing, she realized he must be staying in his studio over on Mission Street. It was sad being in that apartment alone where many of the plants were wilting from lack of water; the rooms were stuffy and close as if no one had lived there for a week.
Julie shuddered as she sank into the familiar over-stuffed chair, recalling how she had given into Don's attack, sighing shamefully but blissfully when he had finally made her spread her legs even wider, and had shoved his hard rubbery cock full into the fleshy lips of her tortured cunt. She had groaned in pain, but the pain was nothing compared to the incredible need she had felt to have his entire cock completely filling her sensitive pussy to the brim.
She remembered crying out loudly, screaming at the top of her lungs when his lewd cock plunged into her, again and again, hurting until it felt so good she thought she would pass out from pleasure. Nothing she had ever felt with Roy could even approach what she had gone through that day and the knowledge of this disturbed her greatly.
This afternoon had been beautiful… up to a point. Slumped in the chair, her mind teemed with thoughts she could only face in the privacy of familiar surroundings.
Oh, life was so complicated. How could you tell what people were really like? Bisexual… hummph! How could he have even asked her if she would make love to another woman? And worse still, it was probably his old girl friend he wanted her to make lesbian love to. How could anybody ask that of her? And, too, how could she have felt such pleasure with someone she didn't even love? It was against human nature, against all emotional standard she'd set for herself.
In all truthfulness, when Don's thick cock had sunk deep into her belly, she had hoped that she would die that very moment with the fabulous sensation of ecstasy still swirling madly within her aching loins. And the strangest thing of all was that she began to cum immediately! The orgasm built on its own without help from her! Instead of fighting for it, praying for it, the way she did with Roy, it had come of its own accord, with no effort other than the one smooth stroke into her fiery cunt!
Why did he have to ruin it? Julie sobbed in the chair as she recalled how it had been. "Oh, I'm lost!" she murmured.
From that humiliating moment on, she had been nothing but a tool for Don's lust, cumming again and again as the passivity of her position brought out a kind of masochistic pleasure in her, turning degradation into a fervent desire.
She would never be the same again… never! She had let him do whatever he wanted with her and, instead of defending her honor after his lewd suggestion that she make love to he and Dora, she had passively slipped on her clothes. Had she been the woman she should have been, she would have slapped his face again. To even think that he would expect that of her…
Julie pulled the afghan from off the back of the chair and spread it over her lap. The fog was heavy now at seven o'clock and the open living room window made the cold draft unbearable, but she refused to close it, choosing instead to ignore it, not feel it… just as she was doing with her emotions. She wanted to shrivel up and disappear right then and there.
If only she hadn't caught Roy with that, that girl, then none of this would have happened. Perhaps she had responded too quickly by moving out on him and giving him no chance at explanation. It could be a stage he was going through, another "bender" as he called it. Individuals were allowed that freedom, weren't they? Was it her place to cast judgment on him and leave? Oh, there were too many things to think about… to many angles to the truth for one lonely woman to decipher.
Later, she thought of packing up her clothes, the memorabilia of two years with Roy, and the household things, but decided against it. Lack of strength some might call it, or even character, but to Julie it was a subtle means of delaying the pain of final separation. That, she knew, would take more mental stamina than she could muster at that confused moment.
In the next few days Julie lapsed into another wave of depression that frightened Ertha to the core. Twice Roy had called and twice Ertha had refused to relay the message, telling him that Julie had gone to Bolinas to stay with friends for the week. From her perspective, she was doing Julie a favor. Roy had cheated on her best friend once too many times.
On the third day of watching her best friend refuse meals and fill her gullet with glass after glass of wine, she decided to put her foot down and make some changes. The ethereal shawl of depression was beginning to affect Ertha, too, and in her line of business where conviviality was a number one asset, she couldn't afford the dark moods. Then, too, privacy ran second in her "cottage" business and no man would feel comfortable in the back room, no matter how much incense Ertha burned, if they were greeted by the moping face of Julie laying on the living room sofa like some kind of helpless emotional invalid.
Time for changes. Ertha phoned Joshua and told him the story, emphasizing Julie's sophistication and potential beneficence to the business. And, if plans worked out, Ertha would soon have more customers than she could handle. Men were flocking to her door demanding, with money, some of the sultry woman's talents to help uplift their spirits and iron out the kinks in their backs. And Ertha, in her subtle manner, helped put them at ease with the talents of her finger tips. Occasionally one would become too aggressive, demanding sex with her, but all it took was a little coaxing to convince the man that his hand would bring the same results as her vagina. With the handsome ones it was different, for Ertha enjoyed sex and made no excuses for it. But above all, she was a business woman who was dedicated to the ideal that women need not prostitute themselves to the streets or an office job to create a generous living. No, Ertha could do it all at home… and Julie could, too, if put on the right track.
Joshua conceded to start Julie out with lessons, though Ertha didn't explain it to Julie that way. They were sitting at the kitchen table when Ertha brought up the subject.
"Remember Joshua?"
Julie took another sip of her coffee. "Yes, I think so…"
"What did you think of him?"
"Okay."
"He wants to take you out. Would you go?"
"Uh."
"Don't be so enthusiastic!" tutted Ertha lightheartedly.
Julie chewed on her lower lip. "In the end they all want the same thing anyway. Doesn't matter what he looks like."
Ertha's chocolate eyes rolled to the side and she spoke to an imaginary character across the table from her: "Would you listen to her?" she pointed at Julie, then laughed. "Hey, come on, Joshua's a nice guy. I think you'd benefit from going out with him." She stared enduringly at her friend. "Why not?"
Why not? The words resounded in Julie's head. She remembered Don and what had happened with him, and as her mind recoiled from the recollection, her body recalled in vivid detail and she felt a surging thrill race through her body.
"I guess if he's a nice guy," she stammered.
"Oh yes… whatever you didn't like about that Don fellow, I think you'll find this guy is quite different." Ertha waited for a response. Ever since that afternoon four days ago, Julie hadn't been the same. Sex, she guessed had been the cause and, if her ears were not deceiving her, she was certain she'd heard the familiar mewls and cries of masturbation last night. Either that or Julie was making love to a phantom ghost out there in the living room.
"Tell him I'll go…" Julie said, reaching for the wine bottle.
Roy picked through his clothes in his closet. Half of them were dirty and the other half didn't fit now that he'd lost fifteen pounds, shed from hard work, anguish, and late night drinking that left him hung over and appetiteless the next day.
The movie was just about finished. Another week's work and he could make copies of the film and, hopefully, have it sold by the following month.
Maybe then his life would straighten out. With Julie gone time seemed endless, but he'd fought the depression with work and booze, a combination that kept him out of trouble. If his daydreams became realities, he'd make a pocket full of money. Shit, he might take Julie to Acapulco and stay in one of those fancy hotels with your own swimming pool where they float roses and orchids in the pool water and serve you iced drinks for nickels.
Until then, he'd maintain as best he could with the lesson in mind that getting laid was not the same thing as getting loved. And love – God how he needed it – was on his mind!
Julie gathered the stamina to take a shower, wash her hair and put on fresh makeup. Her constant presence around the apartment was becoming a point of contention with Ertha, she knew, though Ertha was too kind to say so. But then, if Julie had as many male visitors as Ertha, she'd feel uncomfortable with another woman around, too.
Now, driving toward the beach, she felt an unexpected and undeserved calmness, a self assurance that all would work out in the end. All she need do is cope and hope, she realized, speeding through the yellow light, and time would take care of all.
When she returned at four-thirty, Ertha was waiting for her with the message that Joshua would like to come over and visit with Julie. Though she didn't tell Julie, it was to be her first experience with what would lead to a profession… of sorts.
"He'll be here at seven…" announced Ertha, whose voice carried from the other end of the apartment where she was remaking the room she playfully referred to as her "office". It was a small room draped in arabesque style with tie-died fabric of deep reds and purples, tented at the top to shade the foam rubber mattresses that filled every inch of the floor space. Hookas and other oriental water pipes were strategically placed at an arm's length. The heady scent of sweet incense filled the air and, on the window ledge rows of earthy-smelling oils decorated the wall – everything from "coconut" to "rose", "rain water" to "spring earth". It was a twentieth century harem, if ever there was one.
Julie came to the door and watched as Ertha pulled a burned stick of incense from its holder. "Seven, you said?"
"That's right, baby. Oh, and doll yourself up. Joshua likes that. I've gone out with him a couple of times and he's really sweet."
Julie will be climbing the walls tonight, Ertha thought to herself. She had told Joshua the whole story about Julie, about it being her first such experience at nude massage. She wouldn't have trusted just any man with her best friend, but Joshua was the emotionally receptive type who could figure out a woman in two seconds flat. He'd know right away if Julie was strong enough to make it in this business and she trusted his judgment. Who could tell? Maybe Joshua would make as much money for Julie as he had for her, for Joshua was a man of the streets, besides being well-spoken and polite. That's what separated a pimp from an entrepreneur, and Joshua was definitely an entrepreneur with libertine tastes and a hedonistic view of life. That, Ertha, surmised, made him just about perfect… In fact, if they hadn't restricted their relationship to a business one, she might have fallen in love with Joshua…
"I'll just pour myself another glass of wine before he comes," Julie said, tipping the bottle of California burgundy so that her glass was filled to the brim. She was happy that she had found the magic potion that would settle her nerves. She had never been much of a drinker before, but now there didn't seem to be any harm in it, and she was using it for medicinal purposes. Ertha had gone out even though Julie had tried to convince her to stay at least until Joshua arrived.
"Now you just relax… you look simply wonderful!" she had called to her as she went out the door.
Julie looked in the living room mirror one more time. The knit jumpsuit Ertha had insisted she wear left little up to the imagination, but it made her feel nice and slim.
Ertha acted just like a mother hen with her, sometimes, she realized… but she knew that Ertha was only doing it for her own good. She wants me to be happy again… she thought to herself, downing the remains of her glass.
The bell rang melodiously and Julie stumbled to the door. She wasn't drunk, but she was very high. Opening the door, she was surprised to see Joshua dressed in a pair of tight, fashionable Levi's with suspenders, a European style shirt, collarless, with rolled up sleeves underneath. He looked young and energetic and she realized what a terrible state she must have been in that first night she'd met him. He hadn't looked half as carefree and handsome then.
"Joshua?" she asked, focusing her eyes more clearly.
"Yes, ma'm. That's me… Ertha said you were beautiful, but I didn't realize what a foxy chick you really are."
Joshua walked in and Julie breathlessly closed the door behind him. She couldn't think of anything to say. Fortunately, Joshua made it easy for her, beginning the conversation on his own accord.
"I'm glad you agreed to have a date with me tonight," he said confidently.
Julie blushed, teetering slightly over her high platform shoes.
"Come in and have a seat won't you?" she said, starting into the living room.
Joshua followed her down the short hallway, watching the gentle sway of her full, rounded buttocks as she walked.
Julie felt confused and embarrassed suddenly. Somehow everything was very difficult. Joshua's piercing eyes were looking at her with rapt attention as though making silent judgment on her. He was hanging on every word she said and yet she had said almost nothing so far. She felt a great tension between them, something that she thought she ought to fight against. A strange magnetic current was drawing her to this man.
"Drink?" she asked, heading for the kitchen.
"I don't drink. Why don't we smoke one of these reefers instead?" He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a slender cigarette box made of hand-tooled leather. "Good stuff. You look like a swinging chick, bet you really get off on weed." He shot a prize-winning smile at her that made Julie's heart lift.
"Well… once in a while."
"I'd really like to enjoy this with you, Julie," he said softly, pulling the hand-rolled cigarette out of the case before stuffing it back into his pocket. Julie made a mental note of the freckle in the cleft of his chin as he smiled back at her with eyes that wouldn't stop shining.
"What delicate bones you have, Julie," he said when they were on the sofa passing the joint back and forth. "You know I bet you really missed your calling. You'd make a great model with that hair of yours… and those eyes… I'll smoke to that…"
He passed the joint to her. "I'd really like to experience you, Julie. Lie naked with you and just hold you. We wouldn't even have to make love… just be together…"
Julie's head spun 360 degrees! What had he said? Experience her? Cuddle? No demands? What a gentleman!
A shiver ran through her when Joshua touched the nape of her neck with his warm hand. The fact that he was not after sex, and only sex, created a shiver of excitement for which she was not prepared. As she moved over closer to him, she noticed that Joshua had manicured nails. She wondered about that.
When he leaned over to kiss her, she found she did not resist, but somehow welcomed his attention. She had hardly spoken to him and what he had said to her was fairly insignificant and yet it seemed she had known Joshua all her life. Her sex-starved body responded to him immediately and when he gently held her in his arms, she felt limp and submissive, sensing that no matter what happened, he would not harm her. He kissed her on the forehead first, then whispered in her ear. "Come with me." He took her hand and guided her back to Ertha's office and closed the door.
For a silent moment Julie was transfixed with ambivalence. As much as she enjoyed Joshua's company, something told her that it wasn't proper for a first date; she'd learned her lesson with Don. "Joshua… I really like you, but I don't think…"
She was silenced by a masculine finger caressing her lip. "It's okay, Julie. We don't have to make love. We'll just hold each other. You need it, I need it, so why don't we do it together?"
Julie couldn't refute that, and when he unhooked his suspenders and his Levi's, too, she was at a loss for words. When he was naked, he started taking off her clothes, awed by her perfect body and telling her so. Gently, he eased her down to the foam rubber floor and urged her to lie on her stomach, never once insinuating sexual intentions. Straddling her back, he instructed her to close her eyes and try to relax, to think of the most pleasant experience she could bring to mind. Julie thought about the surprise birthday party her mother had given for her sixth birthday. The marijuana helped activate her imagination, and Joshua's hands did the rest as he started at the nape of her neck and worked the heels of his masculine hands into the sore, tension-taut muscles of her neck.
Julie let out a long sigh of relief, all but purring into the richly scented mattress. It suddenly occurred to Julie that Ertha had changed the linens that day, and she secretly wondered if her best friend had this moment in mind. But she quickly dismissed the thought as cool dribbles splashed over her back and the heady scent of Pachouilly oil made her nostrils flare. Then strong hand making semi-circles of pressure erased all thoughts of the present.
"That's it, Julie, relax… just go with it… yeah…"
Julie was in ecstasy. Never had she felt so calm and peaceful… certainly not since she and Roy… no, she wasn't going to let herself think about that now.
"How is it, babe? Feel good?" Joshua smiled down at her naked back, silently assessing the perfection of her skin, the muscular contours of her back, and everything else perfect about her. Yes, she would make a masseuse, all right.
Julie let out a long sigh. "That's fantastic!"
"Okay, do me." Joshua collapsed on his stomach. "Just use your imagination," he instructed as they changed positions. "Start at my toes and work your way up. Use the heels of your hands and don't be afraid to get rough. Ahhh, that's it," he crooned feeling Julie's fingers dig into his body. "Oh God, baby, you're a natural…"
"Want some oil?" Julie was getting into the spirit now. Touching flesh was a wonderful feeling, she realized, especially the flesh of someone like Joshua. Straddling his back, she studied the strong, rippling muscles of his tanned back, smiling at the flock of freckles on his left shoulder. Up on her knees now, she worked on his shoulders, her clitoral bud flicking teasingly against the unblemished skin of his back.
A tempting urge washed through her as she remembered those nights in bed with Roy when they would spend all night in the sixty-nine position, licking and sucking each other to exploding climaxes.
Julie sucked in her breath and closed her eyes. She couldn't think that way, she promised herself. That's how she had gotten into trouble with Don and that, she vowed to the Gods above, would never happen again.
"Aaah, baby, you've got the hands of an angel… Come here," he urged, turning over on his back and motioning with a flirtatious crook of his finger for her to join him.
With little urging, Julie lay down next to him, feeling confident about herself and trustful of Joshua. He started by kissing her eyes, her forehead, her cheeks. Then he kissed her steadily and passionately for a long while, stopping only every now and then to catch his breath and then his tongue would be back in her mouth, reaching for the back of Julie's throat, pushing in an imitation of intercourse, his tongue a giant penis, her mouth a yearning cunt. At first he restricted his advances to the long sensual kiss, but then meeting no resistance there he began to explore her body slowly, carefully, approaching her breasts, then running his tongue down between them deep into the slit that was cushioned by the swelling globes of flesh. Julie melted beneath his touch, her body aflame with desire, her mind reaching out toward him, in a desperate need for companionship. She had never before believed in love at first sight, being the cautious type, but whatever it was she was feeling had to be close to it… either that or magic.
"I want to be close to you, Julie. I want to do more than cuddle with you. I want to taste you…" The words pierced Julie like an arrow. Sure and true, they found their mark, releasing her completely from any pretense of protest.
In one swift motion, Joshua turned on the bed, placing himself over her naked young body in reverse with his thickly hardened cock over her face, his legs spread on either side of her head.
Leaning down on his hands and knees, he said passionately, "Suck on it… use your tongue! You can use your teeth to nip a little… carefully… very carefully, baby."
Without protest, Julie reached up to him, taking the long, thick cock in her hands, sliding the slack foreskin back to reveal the blood-red head of his cock and took it gingerly into her suddenly watering mouth, aware of the pungent man-taste of him. Inwardly she was still appalled with the realization of what she was doing so willingly.
Slowly, she began to suck, using her tongue to lave the giant pulsing cock-head filling her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around, trying finally to insert the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in the tip of the glans.
Joshua leaned forward and down into the sixty-nine position, and with a groan, buried his lips into her rapidly moistening cunt. His tongue lashed out and probed wetly at her hair-lined cuntal opening, then moved up to her peaked little clitoris to lick her to a higher pounding excitement than she had ever before experienced. Against the commands of her reasoning mind, the young woman's wide-splayed cunt reacted, and she began to move her hips up to him, rhythmically, her glistening pussy slit on fire, begging for more of that hotly sensuous tongue!
Oh, I don't know how I can lie here and do this with a man I barely know. But the thought of her total surrender sent chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Joshua's cock soft in her mouth. I can't seem to help myself I want it… bad!
Julie was confused by the delicious sensations in her own warming cunt, the generated heat in her forcing her naked body to jerk upward, to the insistent mouth of her partner. She moaned out her helpless need for him.
"Oh, Joshua… Joshua… I want it…! I want you to… to do it to me now…!" she gasped, out of breath.
Joshua felt her hands clutching at his head, her finger entwining lightly in his curly hair; she moaned and gasped, hauling his face forcefully into the hotly quivering pink slit of her cunt! He sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth, visualizing its dark beauty as he speared up into the warmly velvety depths of her gradually dilating cunt. She ground her young hips uncontrollably into the softness of the mattress, writhing and squirming, wild little animal-like mewlings bubbling out of her lust-constricted throat. Then, she raised her spread-open genitals up to him, pressing his face into the sparse blonde-fringed slit, the hot cuntal walls opening and closing in a sucking action around his deep thrusting tongue in an unbelievably knowing manner.
Abruptly, Joshua withdrew his probing tongue to lick up through the moist-parted cuntal slit, circling her eagerly trembling clitoris. Then encompassing it with his lips, sucking and drawing the warm soft folds deep into the hotly hungering shelter of his mouth, his tongue continued its mind-shattering licking against the straining nerve bud of her womanhood.
Julie gasped. "Oohhh… lick it… suck it… do anything you want to it… just don't stop!"
Joshua's brain whirled deliriously. He raised and twisted his head to fix upon her beautiful, ecstatically contorted face. Her head still tossed slowly at a set rhythmic pace as her fingers clutched tightly into his hair and she tried to direct his voraciously sucking mouth to her elastic cuntal opening. His hands moved over the silken softness of her belly to the erect rounded firmness of her cone-shaped breasts, cupping harshly their firm resiliency, his fingers tweaking and pulling furiously at their hardened tiny nipples, treating them almost cruelly in his strong building desire.
Then, Julie felt him move back down over her, finally lifting her legs and forcing them back until her knees touched her tingling breasts, his hands pressed behind them raising her nakedly wide-spread loins to his wild tongue and sucking mouth. It was then that she felt the hot liquid contact of his tongue against her tightly puckered little anus, laving and probing at the sensitively raised opening, sending maddening sensations of rapture spiraling through her impassioned young body.
"Ohhh, yes… yesss!" she cried out. "Oh, Joshua, let me have your penis in my mouth again… I want to taste it."
His hot mouth never losing contact with the throbbing split up between her thighs, Joshua lowered his body, permitting Julie to greedily curl her fingers around the swollen rod of flesh jutting down between his legs. Holding to its wide base skillfully with thumb and forefinger she pulled back the thick foreskin, then sucked as much as she could take of it into her anxiously salivating mouth.
In her uninhibited excitement, she sucked it so deeply into the hot saliva-filled cavern that it nearly choked her. Twisting her head enough to catch her breath, she began feverishly running her tongue up and down its soft underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her oral caresses and tasting the pungently masculine tang of the seeping fluid oozing from the slit at its tip. She cupped his heavy balls possessively in the warmly sheltering palms of her soft hands as lust blanketed her excited brain. He moved up and down… in and out of her mouth in cadence to his lashing tongue spearing into her moistly tingling cunt below. She sucked with fury at the hardened cock embedded almost to her tonsils, while Joshua labored with lewd sucking sounds at her naked young pussy, his hands beneath clutching the rounded cheeks of her buttocks, his tongue burrowing deeper and deeper into her wildly quivering cunt.
She groaned again as Joshua's teeth trapped the burgeoning tip of her clitoris and began to titillate the sensitive little bud with his tongue, dabbing at it unmercifully, sending it soaring into insane turgidity. Oh God, she moaned silently, why had she waited so long for this? It was heavenly, it was divine… and she was one inch away from being in love with this man.
"Mmmmmmm…" she couldn't resist moaning as her whole body began to vibrate from the delicious licking of Joshua's tongue, working furiously up into the gratefully receiving opening.
Her tongue reached out and carefully slashed the hard rubbery cock, licking away the moisture as she washed the thick shaft with her saliva. An obscene hunger coursed through Julie as she relished the thrilling piquancy of Joshua's cock, and warming to her task, she opened her mouth and gratefully accepted his hard pole of male flesh inside her warm cavity. A shudder flooded through her, and her eyes closed blissfully. The young woman's tongue swept and lashed around the lustfully growing cock in her mouth as she swallowed the driving thickness almost to the hilt, feeling the hard spongy head tipping against her larynx, before pulling it out until only the hard bulbous cock head remained. Then she trapped it there, her lips tightening firmly around the shaft like a circular vise, and played her tongue in and out of the little opening at the head. It was wonderful, sucking a man's cock, while he was licking your cunt, her mind proclaimed, and the mental picture she conjured up of herself and Joshua sent a shiver of forbidden excitement rippling through her. She thought of how she must look, her face hollowing and filling around Joshua's virile cock, her long slim thighs splayed open to admit his feverishly digging tongue up into her secret recesses!
Her own abandoned body was awash with pleasurable feelings as she felt the lewd vibrations of Joshua's frantic licking below ricochet through her and express themselves in the frenetic sucking she was giving his big thrusting cock.
Joshua's tongue-fucking below was driving her crazy! His tongue was a being of its own, diving incessantly into her wildly alive cunt, and then slipping out again to dip along the wickedly tingling orifice of her anus. His illicit stimulation at her tightly puckering anal ring sent fresh shivers tippling through her, and every nerve ending in her body was taut with frantic anticipation. Julie knew that she would reach release soon from the unearthly and heavenly feelings she was experiencing, and it seemed to her that she would go stark mad if release didn't come soon!
Her whole body felt rigid and tensed, then suddenly she was there! Her trembling nakedness arched upward, stiffened, then into mind-blowing spasms of rapture. Flames of fire seemed to leap up through her body from the giant furnace raging in her cunt, and every nerve in her body was red hot, seared with the chaotic brimstone of her cunt.
"Ohhh… Goddd! I'm cummmmminnnggg…! Aahahahahah!" she screamed.
Joshua, too, was on the verge of climax, and his wildly incoherent groans exploded up into her readily twitching pussy as he suddenly began to thrust his long thick cock with ferocious strength into her mouth. His wildly jerking cock rammed far, far back into her throat, making her almost gag, before beginning to ejaculate the white hot lava of sperm. It cascaded into her mouth in a gushing liquid froth, and Julie eagerly gulped the life-giving nectar down, her throat contracting feverishly anxious not to lose a precious drop of it!
Joshua emptied each gush of his churning cum into Julie's greedily swallowing mouth, feeling his entire body vibrating from the force of his ejaculation, as he continued to swipe her writhing cunt with his tongue, exulting in the fantastic response he had invoked in her. Orgasm after orgasm seemed to wash over her, and her moans of pleasure muffled around his spewing cock, and still she was cumming, her lushly ripened body shaking like a rag doll, her thighs holding tight like iron clamps against his face. His mouth was drenched from the heavy mist of her orgasmic juices, and his tongue felt sore from the forceful jerks of her milking cunt. Finally, her naked young body stilled at the same time as he emptied the last dregs of cum from his balls and she began to release her demonic thigh-hold on his aching face. Still dazed from the overwhelming intensity of his release, his cock still semi-erect and trapped between Julie's lips, Joshua opened his dazed eyes.
She was fantastic! Man, even better than Ertha, and that was the highest praise he could give any woman. And better still, she could be good for business, especially now that he'd worked out his deal with Pedro to up the clientele in exchange for protection against the organized crime that was slowly seeping over the Broadway strip of San Francisco's famed massage parlors and topless bars. Now if the two women – Julie and Ertha – could keep it straight between them, they would all be in the bucks soon. He only hoped that Julie wasn't going to fall for his "sweet guy act"; she seemed the submissive sort, the kind who is looking for attachment.
Next to him, Julie lay in silent passion that she never knew could exist.