EroticReverie

"Pull down your pants before we start to drive?" I say. "It will be easier."

Tom insists I don't go down on him. 

"I'm gay ma'am" he said as I reached for his pants.

I pull my hands back. "Oh."

He smiles. "Mr. Bryant doesn't know."

"Oh" I say. 

"Not that I think he'd care. But he's just not the social type. So we don't talk about our preferences. He's had me watch him with a few...women before.." he says.

I don't know why but that stings a little. Obviously I knew it was probably true when I thought it earlier, but hearing him admit it. For some reason it makes me jealous. When it shouldnt. 

"Don't tell him I said so...but it's never the girls I pay attention to."

I laugh and nod. "I'm so sorry. You must think I'm awful." I say.

He shakes his head. "I'm used to the antics of Mr. Bryant. Lots of rich men are like him. He's not the first sexual deviant i've been a driver for."

I laugh. "Sexual deviant...I like that" He smiles.

"I also don't judge others for what they're into. As long as both parties enjoy themselves." he smiles. 

"And you seemed to enjoy fucking them both , just as much as I would have been if I were in your place." he says.

I gasp and then laugh.  Tom pulls out of the parking space and starts to exit the garage and drive me to my apartment. 

"So do you have a boyfriends, or a husband?" I ask as we drive.

"Recently broken up." he says.

"Hmmm, we should find you a new guy then" I say with a friendly smile. 

He laughs. "Do I look like someone who has a problem fetching himself a man?" he says pretending to be offended. Tom is probably in his late 40's but he's incredibly handsome, and I shake my head. 

"No...you don't...not in the least bit...typical straight girl...trying to make the gay guy her bff" I say and he throws his head back with a laugh. I giggle.

"why do you women do that?" he asks curiously.

I shrug. "Because straight males, dont want female friends...they want females they can put their dicks into....being just our friend, is of no interest to them..." I shrug again. "So, we try to be friends with males, who DONT want to fuck us..." 

"hmm...never thought about that....thought you girls just liked being able to say you had a gay guy bestfriend" he says.

I shake my head then shrug. "Well, maybe some do...but it's nice to have a guy friend, that doesn't see you as a set of holes" I laugh and so does Tom.

"Pardon me if I'm crude, or out of line.....but...you seem ...to enjoy being looked at like a set of holes...do you not?" he asks. 

I scoff and then laugh. "Well....OKAY...I  CAN be a dirty bitch alright, but I dont want ALL guys to see me that way....just the ones i WANT to use me as a set of holes once inawhile" I laugh.

"Fair enough" Tom laughs as he pulls up to my apartment.

"Should I text you when I'm done, I don't have your number" I say. HE shakes his head. 

"I'll be down here waiting" he says. I raise my eyebrow. 

"Booooring" I say. I lean over and turn off his ignition and take the keys. "Cmon...you're coming upstairs with me, while I get ready. I'll fix you some coffee or tea, or something while before I shower. He smiles. 

"Sure" he says and gets out of the car and we both go upstairs into my apartment. 

As I'm walking into the apartment, my phone in my purse buzzes and I pull it out and smirk at the unknown number. But from the text I know who it is.

"Were you a good girl, did you do a good job and make Tom cum in that pretty mouth of yours?" 

"It's not my mouth he wants to cum in." I type back after I finish brushing my teeth and set my phone down on the counter. 

I start a pot of coffee for Tom and tell him make himself at home as I pick up my phone and head for the bathroom and strip off my skirt and blouse and bra. The phone buzzes on the sink and I pick it up. It's an incoming call from Julien.

"hello? I say purring into the phone.

"I told him MOUTH....you better not have let him cum inside MY pussy" he growls. "Put him on the fucking phone" he yells. 

I laugh. 

"NOW" he demands.

"I can't" I say.

"why not?" 

"Because he's in the other room" I say. 

"Room? He's in your apartment?!" I hear his hand slam on his desk in the background.

"GET THE FUCK BACK HERE RIGHT NOW..HE IS FIRED ONCE HE BRINGS YOU BACK" he growls.

I laugh. "Oh Julien...you idiot" I say.

"This isn't funny" he growls. 

"Yes it is." I say. 

"I'm coming there right now, to break his fucking dick off" he growls and I hear him moving around, panting hard.

I giggle. "He's gay Julien" 

I hear a pause and a shuffle. "What?" he says into the phone. 

"When I said it wasn't my mouth he wants to come in, I meant it was probably yours he'd prefer" I laughed. 

"Tom isn't gay." he says.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Well how do you know he is?" he asked.

"Because he told me so" I say.

"What?" Julien says.

"mmmhmm...went for his pants....like a good little girl" I smirk and purr into the phone teasing him as I turn on the shower. "And he stopped me and told me he was gay. We chatted the whole way here, I invited him to come up so he doesnt have to sit in his car while I shower and get ready" I say and walk out into the hall, grabbing a towel out of the linen cabinet.  I peer down the hall, Tom is sitting with his back to me and watching Ru Pauls Drag Race reruns. 

"He couldve been lying" he says.

"Hes on my couch watching a tv show with drag queens" I say after I shut the bathroom door. 

"hmmm, he doesn't act gay" Julien said.

"That's very 1990's of you to say..." I say with a "Tsk tsk" into the phone. 

"you know what I mean" he says.

"Hmmm...I do....but....if you ever talked to him...maybe he would've told you...but I assume you're somewhat of a prick to him as well?" I ask.

"No....we just...dont talk...he's my driver...he drives me places" Julien says.

I sigh. And test the water. 

"Stop treating people that work for you like they're not important Julien" I say. "And...I have to go....my water is warm and only stays this way for like five minutes...so I have to get in"

"Show me" he growls. 

"No" I reply but he's already hung up and is ringing me back  with Facetime. I laugh and swipe it on. 

"I dont have time to argue with you...so.."I place the phone on the sink, and lean it against a bottle of hand soap , positioning it towards the shower. 

"that's my girl" he says, when I say I dont have time to argue and he mmmm's as I step into the tup and start to wash myself, keeping the water from my hair so I dont have to blow dry it again. 

"Touch yourself" I hear him say but pretend that I can't as I start to lather my body wash and clean my body. I take a mild bar soap after and wash between my legs.

"Wash that dirty little cunt" I hear him groan into the phone. I giggle to myself but my bite my lip and look at the camera on the phone and make a show of washing my pussy. I grab one of my tits as I do. 

"God damn" he says and I can tell by the way his upper body is slightly shaking that he has his hand on his cock, jerking off.

"Get that fucking pussy back here so I can fuck it again" he growls. 

I feel the water start to get cooler and spray myself down, taking the shower head and spraying between my legs. 

"You horny slut" he says. I grin and after I've rinsed I put it back up.

I turn off the water. "I was rinsing myself asshole" 

I step out of the tub and grab my towel and my phone and walk into my bedroom. 

"What should I wear?" I ask walking to my small closet. 

"I don't fucking care...just hurry up and come back here." he groans. 

I look at the phone. "Why?"  I tease.

He lowers his own phone at his cock, which is hard, and leaking precum. "This is why" he says and then his phone goes back to his face. 

I smile. "Looks like your hand is a perfectly capable fuck toy, don't know why you need me" I smirk. 

"Shut your smart mouth, get dressed and come back to me, so I can make a mess of you again" he says and I giggle and my pussy clenches at the thought.

"Maybe you SHOULD fire me.." I say. "I dont think it's a good idea I keep working for such a demanding prick" I smirk at the phone.

He laughs slightly.  "Think of a safe word yet?" he asks.

I let out a loud short laugh. "Ha! Why? Isn't like they mean anything to you"

His face frowns. "Yes they do" 

"Car?" i ask.  "I said it quite a few times."

"But you wanted it" he says.

I roll my eyes. "If you honestly cant understand the simple concept of a safe word then this isnt going to work" I say. 

He groans. "Did you not enjoy it?" 

"NOT the point!" I say.

"You really are a sexual deviant" I say. 

He scrunches his brows. "Who said that?" 

I laugh at the thought of Tom saying it in the car. "Nobody did. I did." I say

"Hurry up" he says. "My dick misses you" 

I smile. "absence makes the heart grow fonder" I give a dreamy fake sigh and hang up the phone. Within seconds hes calling back and ignore it with a laugh. 

He rings me three more times, then I hear the text chimes go off as I search my closet and I laugh, ignoring him. I pull out my clothes and toss them on the bed. 

I put on a neon pink lace bra and matching panties, I slip on some thigh high stockings to go with the dress , and attach my garter belt to keep them up. And well, because, Julien. I smirk to myself and walk over to my small vanity before putting on my dress and sit down. I brush my hair and pull it up into a sleek ponytail, and wrap a strip of my hair around the base to hide the hair tie, and secure it with a bobby pin.  I reapply a small amount of makeup. A light bb cream, some powder, a little blush, and simple winged liner and mascara. When I hear my apartment door open and close. 

"Tom?" I call out.  Foot steps come down my hall and my heart beats faster as I hold my lip gloss tube in my hand. 

"Tom?" I call louder and my door flies open and I jump as I see Julien. 

"What the fuck!" I scream. I throw the lip gloss tube at him.

"You scared the fuck out of me!" I yell, Julien's panting and his eyes are burning through my lingerie as he looks at me sitting at my vanity. He cocks a brow as he looks over my legs with the garter belt. 

"You cant just fucking walk into my apartment, where's Tom?" I ask.

"Texted him I was on the way. He left when I got here. He's gone." he says as his chest rises and falls and his eyes skim me up and down.

"Fuck Julien...you cant just do that...you scared the shit out of me" I say and he walks over, and behind me and he grabs my waist from behind and lifts it, and kicks the chair out from between us and I automatically put my hands on the table of the vanity. 

"Julien! I'm serious you scared me!" I say. 

"Mhm" he says and I feel his hand between my ass and his dick as he undoes his pants. 

"Julien" I say reaching back behind me.

"Put your fucking hands on the desk" he growls. 

I put my hand back. "Julien" I say.

"And shut up" he growls and pulls my panties down, and then the head of his cock is pushing along the slit of my pussy. He groans and I moan. He watches me in the mirror as I watch him, and he slides in.

I let out a small moan, with my mouth open and my eyes on his. 

"You do NOT ingore my phone calls, or my texts, do I make myself clear?" he asks. 

I nod. 

He pushes my one leg up on the vanity. 

"I cant wait to show you off on Friday" he groans. 

"Are you going to make me suck the groom to bes cock?" I smirk and lick my lips.

He grins. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" 

"Maybe" I say and then moan loudly as he gives a hard thrust.

"You're damn good at being a little slut" he grins. 

"Mmm" I say as he unclasps my bra and the straps fall from my shoulders and down my arms as he fucks me from behind. 

"Julien" I moan still looking at him in the mirror. He's annoyingly incredible, I whine with how frustrated I am, that my body needs him so bad, and that he's right about everything I want. 

"Ms. Price" he groans. I bite my lip and he grabs my pony tail and the base and pulls, I arch my back as his hips slap against my ass. His hands slide to my tits, and he holds them as he throws his hips back and forth faster, rocking me against my vanity the whole table shaking. 

I feel myself squeeze around his cock and he groans. My body trembles , and I close my eyes tight as he fucks my moans right out of me, my tits bouncing hard on my chest as he slips his hands to my upper arms, holding them back as he drills me. 

"Fuck!" I scream out and he pulls me back and then turns us, and pushes me onto the bed and I scramble to try and climb onto it, I pant as I lift one knee and then the other as his hands grabs my waist and he pulls my hips back, and my pussy onto his cock, I lean down, my face to the bed my ass high in the air, my knees spread apart. 

"Oh my god" I moan out and clutch my covers wildly and scream again as his cock works steadily and aggresively. 

"Who's pussy is this Ms. Price?" he growls.

I want to cry. Tears of joy, tears of pleasure, tears of just having my mind blown by this man. Tears of confusion at how badly I can need him after only just meeting him today. I whimper answer him. 

"yours" I reply and he pulls out and flips me over, pulling my legs against his chest and drives back into me. Leaning over me. 

I grab my legs and pull them back, not as flexible as I was a few years ago, but almost behind my head and he groans. 

"Jesus" he says and fucks me deeper and I cry out feeling him so far inside of me, the pain of him pushing it further makes me cunt tighten and squeeze around him as I clench. He groans. 

He rubs my clit with his thumb and I moan and bite my lip.

"I'm going to cum inside of you." he growls. 

I nod. "yes...please" I pant.

He'd already done it once without warning, so what was the difference. And I wanted it, so bad. I loved the idea of a guy coming inside of me, it was like letting them have me completely. Allowing them that kind of release, made me feel good. 

"You better not fuck any other women" I moan. 

He grins. "I'll do what I want Ms. Price" he growls. 

I don't care enough to argue, and of course, his prick of a response makes me cum all over his cock, and he groans and snarls as he starts to cum. I can't stop screaming as I cum , and my legs drop from my hands, my whole body turning to a sack, I cant even feel my bones as he pushes my legs back up and finishes unloading inside of me. 

when he gives me the last of himself , he slides out of me grinning and slaps my cunt. I yelp and then squirm and reach down and cup my aching, and sore pussy. 

He leans over as I pant, and he kisses my mouth softly and pants into mine. 

"I won't have time to fuck any other women...you're doing a great job at pleasing my dick...keep it up...and it wont be an issue" he grins. 

I scowl at him. He laughs. 

"Then I'll fuck other men." I say. 

He shakes his head. "You won't"  he says with a smug smile and then pushes himself up and walks out of my room and to the bathroom out in the hall. 

"Asshole" I murmur, then will my weak limbs to push me up, my body wrecked from todays events. My pussy begs me to let it rest and take it easy the rest of the day. 

I walk to the bathroom and Julien is standing at the toilet pissing. He turns his head and smirks. 

"Did you wanna hold it for me?" he smiles.

I scrunch my face. "No"

He laughs and finishes as I stand in the doorway, leaning against it. He shakes it and then walks to the sink , he lathers his hands, and washes his cock over my sink. I raise my eyebrow.

"I like it to be clean" he says. 

I shrug and walk over to the toilet and sit down and pee as well. 

He looks at me and raises a brow. 

"What? I prefer not to get a UTI" I say. 

He smiles and shrugs. "A girls never pissed in front of me before , that's all"

I look at him. "You're not into golden showers and shit are you?" I make a disgusted face.

He laughs. "No." He shrugs. "But now that you mention it....I might like to try it sometime with you" he says with a grin.

"Fat chance" I say and wipe myself and stand up and wash my hands at the sink.

HE stands behind me and lowers his mouth near my ear and I expect him to say something dirty into my ear, or tell me he'll do what he wants to me, but instead his lips kiss gently below my ear and down my neck and to my shoulder. 

"I want to take you to dinner tonight" he says. 

"I thought you said dinner was off?" I say turning my head and his mouth lifts from my shoulder and he looks at me, his face moving closer to mine. 

"I want to take you out, and show you off" he says with a smile and kisses my mouth fucking tenderly, it's too soft, to sweet, and I melt. I'm so confused by him. How can such a dirty man, make me feel like the dirty whore I yearn to be in bed one minute, then a delicate creature the next. 

"Ok" I say agreeably. 

"We'll take the rest of the day off, I'll take you shopping" he says. 

I smile then give a little laugh. 

"I'll have to check with my boss first." I say. 

He smiles. "Smartass"