Despite her determination to remain aloof from his merciless attack on her young body, the despairing young woman gasped with sudden passion as his prodding tongue lashed into the tiny bud of her clitoris. A shower of forbidden pleasure shot through her naked body like flashes of molten lightning. "Oh noooooo," she moaned frantically, "stop!" It was bad enough that he was forcing her to accept his unwanted advances, but she couldn't allow herself to enjoy it… that was too much! "Stop!" she cried again, desperately trying to push his burrowing head out of the vee of her wide-splayed thighs. She was almost sobbing with despair now as his invading tongue darted into her sensitive cuntal passage.
And then she thrashed like a fish on a hook as he nipped at the throbbing bud of her clitoris with his teeth, gently massaging it into full erection with the softness of his moistly heated lips. And then her quivering asscheeks were shamelessly pumping up and down as she thrust her wet, wide open cunt up against his face, suddenly wanting that ecstatically plunging tongue deeper up inside her fiery little pussy.
The older gallery owner's eyes were slitted as he stared up into the lust-contorted face of this lovely young artist. He felt that he had never tongue-raped a sweeter pussy than hers. And the fact that he was finally turning her on made his thick throbbing cock grow harder and swell to even greater proportions.
Julie moaned with incoherent desire as she ground her hips wantonly up off the bed, writhing and breathing hard in mindless passion, unintelligible guttural sounds escaping her lust-constricted throat. Oh, God, she moaned to herself. I never imagined anything could be this wonderful!
She arched her back upward forcing her hotly throbbing cunt up into his face as his tongue plunged deeper up into her welcoming vaginal furrow. His mouth made wet slurping noises as he licked upward again through the tiny fleshy slit to a point where he was able to nip at her throbbing little clitoris with his teeth, and then, downward again to thrust his flickering tongue all the way up into her hotly clasping pussy, while Julie put the back of her hand to her lips to choke back a scream of rapture.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh…" she shrieked, and her tingling body shuddered into spasming jolts. Her entire voluptuous body writhed out of control now as she felt the blazing flashes of orgasm searing ecstatically through her pulsing cunt and spread like wildfire throughout her body. Nothing in all her experience had prepared her for the terrifying pleasure she now felt coursing through her ravished loins and she opened her mouth and let out a long moaning wail. "Eeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh… oooooohhhhhh, God!" she groaned as her first orgasm of her entire life surged relentlessly through her tender flesh.
Later, after Al had given her body an entire massage, they had fucked again, this time more gently and Julie had come to realize that there was more to a man than his looks. Certainly she would never have gone for a man like Al Cortini and yet he was by far the best lover she had ever had. She hadn't intended for their relationship to continue either and yet it had, their constant meetings to discuss her show and Randy's constant absence from home had allowed their lovemaking to develop into a delightful affair. Finally, however she had eased off the relationship and she knew that Al had other ladies in his life, it had been a wonderful interlude after the first brutal session. She never had thought for one moment, however, that it would catch up with her present life, she was shocked.
Julie Moore came back from her reverie now and shook her head, she could hardly believe that Al had talked about her that way to Philip Randolph, she was hurt, she had always thought it was their little secret and she had never thought she would have to pay with her body for another show… how wrong she had been… how very wrong!
CHAPTER TWO
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 bosses' 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."