EroticReverie

Julien laughed  as I collaped onto the seat like I was melting into after he made me cum again. 

I whimpered, as he situated himself, and fixed his pants. 

I panted and looked at him as he grinned, my lipstick smeared on his mouth. I grinned back.

"Can you sit up?" he teased. I shook my head. 

He grinned. "Well you have to." he said laughing, pulling down a mirror and looking at his voice. 

"Fuck" he laughed. "I look like a clown"

I giggled and managed to push myself up.

"I like it" I said giggling and leaned in and kisses his cheek, he turned and kissed my mouth. I moaned softly into his mouth, and smiled , pulling back and wiping his mouth. I pulled a tiny pack of makeup wipes from my mouth and cleaned his face. 

Giggling as grinned at me, watching my face as I concentrated on removing my lipstick stain from his mouth. 

"That tastes like soap" he said and cringed. 

I laughed. "Then stop licking your lips, idiot" I said with a giggle and he raised his eyebrow at me. I blushed at that glare, that one that told me if I wasn't careful, he was still in the mood to throw me over his lap again and blister my ass. 

Once he was done and cleaned up, I fixed my own face, cleaning up the lip stick stain and not bothering to put anymore on.  Julien lowered the partition and Tom exited the car opening the door, Julien getting out first, then him helping me out as I stepped out, other guest exiting their cars as well. A few standing outside the front giving Julien and I judgy looks. I wonder how long his town car sat there blocking them, or causing them to have to go around. 

I noticed the looks a group of women at the top of the stairs were giving me as Julien held his hand at the small of my back as we walked up the front steps of Veronica's massive home. It was absurd and I wondered why she cared to marry Julien, when she had so much money of her own. She didn't need to gold dig, her home looked like she owned every ounce of it in the world. 

 The women that had been eyeballing us since we got out of the car were murmuring as Julien shook the hand of a man to the other side of the steps. I accepted the mans hand politely and nodded as Julien introduced me. 

As we went to walk inside one of them women called. 

"Oh Julieeen" he voice was an annoying sing song drawl. I cringed, and I could visibly feel Julien tense before turning and looking to the woman calling his name. He sighed slowly and mumbled.

"Wonderful" he said under his breath. 

"Aren't you going to say hello? Introduce us to your....friend?" she paused, the word friend coming out the way she would say whore, or slut, or whatever else she really thought of me. 

"Hello Clarissa." he said sounding as civil as he could, but I could hear him saying her name through gritted teeth. He nodded his head to the other women. "Hello Annabelle, Marie, Candice" he nodded to each of them. The other girls giving him smiles. The Candice girl, having the nerve to bite her lip and toss him a flirty grin. I scrunched my nose. 

"This is Jenna Price....my girlfriend." he said and I saw all their eyes pop, and the Clarissa bitch audibly gasped, but then she gave a little chuckle. 

"You can't be serious?" she said. 

I furrowed my brows and tensed. Juliens hand slipped from my lower back to my side and pulled me into him.  I was unsure if it was to keep me from scratching this bitches eyes out, or to show his claim on me when she doubted it. Maybe both. 

"I assure you, I'm serious" he said sounding bored by her, by her friends. 

"Oh come on" she laughed. " You're not the dating type Julien, we all know that" she gestured her champagne glass to her and the group of girls. I had a weird feeling I was the only one in this group that had been blessed by the dick of Julien Bryant. 

"I wasn't. But I am when I find what I want." He smirks at her, pulling me closer. 

"You surely understand Clarissa, what a bore it can be to date someone, or even be engaged..or fuck..married to someone you have no interest in other than them being an attractive and somewhat decent fuck" he gestures to her engagement ring. 

"Well at least your fiance might understand" he grins and she gasps. The other girls do to, one even raises her flat hand to her mouth, he fingertips to her lips like she's in some dramatic over acted movie. I bite my lips togethe stifling my giggle. 

"Later pillow princesses" he gestures to them and turns us away and I look over my shoulder, all of their jaws dropped and their mouth gaping, making them look even dumber than they did before. 

"Nice to meet you" I say to them with a polite smile and walk with Julien into the house. 

"Fuck, those women are awful" he groans when we're inside. 

"Did you fuck just the one? Or all of them?" I whisper. He looks to me.

"Not the brunette" he says. I look at him.

"They were all blonde" I say. 

He grins. "Shit, I guess I fucked all of them then" he says quietly and I slap his arm and he laughs.

"Bastard" i whisper. 

He pulls me in and nudges his nose against my ear. "Slut" he whispers. 

I turn and look at him, both of us grinning. 

As Julien introduces me to the people around the home, I don't miss the slight disappointment in some of the males faces when Julien says "girlfriend". 

It makes me wonder how many times he brought a girl on his arm to these types of events, with these types of people, giving her away for them to fuck. 

 Veronica crossed the room towards us as I was politely laughing at an awful joke an older man was telling me. A dirty joke, that I'm not sure I'd even like coming from a man as attractive as Julien. I internally cringed and was thankful for Veronica's interruption. 

"Julien, there you are, come , father would like a word" Veronica said clasping his hand in both of hers.  She flashed her eyes towards me, and faked an apologetic smile. 

"We'll just be a moment" she said and pulled Julien, but his hand was already grabbing for mine as she lead him. 

She sighed. "Surely she can survive alone for a moment Julien, they won't bite her..well..." she giggles. "they might do worse" 

I scowl at her and she smirks. "Whatever...come along little girl" she says and I look to Julien, he rolls his eyes , shaking his head, both of us annoyed with her. 

Veronica takes us through the house in a giant study, where an olt man sits behind a large desk, and just clips the end of a cigar before looking up at Veronica pulling us both in. 

He squints his eyes at me then looks to Julien and grunts shaking his head. 

"Take a seat Julien" he says as if he's his father. 

Julien walks in. There's only two large wing back chairs. Veronica takes one, Julien takes the other, and pulls me onto the arm of the chair which I feel is entirely inappropriate to do in a house like this ,but Julien swings his arm around my waist and then pulls me, making be fall backwards into his lap. I gasp and giggle. and catch Veronica's eyes rolling. Her fathers, unamused and Julien pulls me up right in his lap.

"Good to see you" Julien nods to Veronica's father. 

"Why is your whore in my office?" her father crackles, his voice sounding like he smokes 100 cigars a day. 

"Excuse me?" I say. 

He ignores me. 

"When are you going to grow up Julien" he coughs, and then lights his cigar, puffing. 

"This is Ms. Price. And she's my girlfriend. Not. A whore." he says. 

"Bah" he waves his hand. "Fucking bullshit" he says and points his cigar at Julien. 

"I'd say so" I say. The man looking to me finally. 

"Let your prize pig know to keep her mouth shut when she's in my god  damned office." he says looking at me but talking to Julien. 

"What?" I say and stand up and Julien pulls me back into his lap. I slap his hands.

"Oh boy" Julien says as I push back up and walk over to the mans desk. 

"You're a silly old fool, if you think I'm going to sit still...and shut up while you talk to me like that" I say. 

A puff of cigar smoke is blown in my direction across the desk. 

"Your mistake, is thinking I was talking to you...or addressing you at all...you're another mindless bimbo...one of the many tramps he parades around" the man said and I reached over his desk and snatched the cigar from his hand, and he jumped slightly. 

I took it and stabbed it into the back of his hand that was resting on his desk, before he could register was happening, and he jumped. 

I heard Julien laugh as he pulled me by my waist. 

"Prick!" I shouted. 

"crazy pig" he muttered , yelling holding his hand, Veronica shaking her head at Julien as he pulled me out of the room. 

He laughed and grabbed my face. I was fuming. Who the fuck were these people? They all seemed fucking terrible, and was was Julien mingling with them? Was he worse that I thought? 

He kissed me. "Fuck you surprise me.....probably made the old bastard shit his pants....come on" he says and guides me out the back to the patio. 

"These people are all awful" I mutter. "Why do you even associate with them?" I say and pull myself out of his arm thats around me, holding onto my opposite hip.

"Unfortunately , it's business" he says looking at me. 

"Then maybe you should go into a different business" I say and look around. He says nothing, and after a moment I look back at him and he's smiling at me. 

"Then I wouldnt be able to buy you fancy clothes, and dress you up and take care of you" he says. 

"Newsflash, I take care of myself, and I don't need fancy clothes. I've survived just fine without the finer things. Nothing in this world of gross men and catty cunts has given  my life any benefit what so ever." I say, a man passing by, widens his eyes at language. 

"You're telling me, that you'd still go to bed with me if I lived in rags on the street?" he says raising an eyebrow. 

I roll my eyes. 

He slips his hands into his pockets and shrugs. "Well?" 

"That's a bit extreme." I say. 

"Is it? It would be the exact opposite of what I have to offer you. And you clearly wouldnt be interested in me if I was homeless. So yes, money does matter to you. " he says.

I snarl a bit, because of course he's right but not to this extent. 

"Of course money matters, but I wouldn't let someone treat myself or the people around me like...what did he call me?? Oh yeah, a pig, a bimbo...just to have an excessive amount of money in the bank. " I huff. "Fuck these people, fuck these stupid clothes, and fuck you" i glare at him.

"Fuck me? Because I was right?" he grins. 

"No fuck you, because you're being annoying." I say and go to walk away, I'm not sure to where, I don't know these people, or this place. Julien grabs my arm at the elbow and stops me. I turn and glare at him. 

"Let go of me" I say calmly. A female nearby looking at his hand on me. 

He grins. "Where are you going?" he asks and lets my arm fall. 

"I don't fucking know Julien, to find another man to insult me? A woman to judge me because she knows I don't belong in this fucking gown, or maybe to find myself a homeless man to fuck" I say and Julien laughs, and bites his lips together to stifle it, as a few people nearby hear me and give me a look. 

I turn my head and bulge my eyes at them , as if letting them know to mind their own business. 

Their heads cock back and they look away, but obviously are still listening. 

Julien takes two glasses of champagne from a servers tray then looks at me as I stand there, blood boiling.  He nods his head the opposite direction.

"Come" he says and then turns and walks. 

I scrunch my nose, my lips thinning. Come? I'm a dog? I grit my teeth and follow anyways, because he knows I will, because he doesn't even look back to make sure I'm following. I follow him down the stairs of the back where there are more people standing on the lawn. I follow him through the grass, my heels sinking into the ground and I pick up my dress and follow him around the side of the house. 

"Julien" I growl. He says nothing and doesn't look back. He takes me to a small area to the side of the massive house, where theres a small archway, that's inset, with a stone bench, with cushions ontop. Julien turns and hands me one of the champagne flutes. 

"Drink" he says. 

"I don't want a fucking drink" I snap. His lips are thin as his jaw ticks and he hands it to me again. 

"Drink." he says again. I snatch the glass and set it down so he'll stop shoving it in my face. 

I watch him lift his glass and take it down, then sets his empty glass next to mine. 

He grabs me by my arm and pulls me under the archway, out of view of anyone who might be in the front or back of the house. He pushes me back against the stone bench and the cushion and pushes me down into the seat. 

I With my back to the stone, I watch him start to unbuckle his pants. 

"What do you think you're doing?" I look at him as my brows pinch together as I glare at him. 

"I'm taking my cock out, so you can put your sassy fucking mouth on it and suck it like a good girl." he says. When he pulls his pants down enough and takes his cock out, I realize he's already hard. 

"Fuck you, I am not" I say. 

"Yes , you are" He grabs me by the back of my head and pulls me forward, and because it's him. I fucking do it. I open my mouth and let him shove his cock inside of it. 

He laughs slightly. "Mmmm, see..." he groans and is already fucking my face, slowly. Holding onto my head. 

"It calms you right down, doesn't it Ms. Price?" he grins looking down at me, tilting my head back slightly as he pulls it back and forth on his cock. My eyes on him I squint at him. He grins wider. 

"Rich cock feels better in your mouth, and you know it" he groans. I mumble a protest but he pulls my head forward, and thrusts his cock into my throat, I choke, I gag as he holds it there. 

"We're all sell outs and whores for money Ms. Price, no need to be ashamed of it." he groans and pulls my head back and then shoves his cock deep again, making me choke. I grab his suit jacket and clutch it hard , I moan with him fucking my mouth, he pulls it out. I gasp and he lifts my chin. 

"Finish me off" he says with a grin. 

I take his cock in my hand and put my pathetic mouth back on his cock. I suck him fast, taking him deep, choking myself with his cock, and he groans. 

"My little pig" he taunts. 

I take my mouth off him and glare, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. 

He laughs.

"Don't fucking call me that" I say. 

"Fine...whore" he grins and grabs the back of my head again and pulls my mouth back to him and opens it. He grins wide as I take him back in my mouth, and suck him off. 

"Jesus christ, really Julien?" a voice comes from behind him and his head turns, he holds my face firmly, not letting me stop, but I do, his hands holding my face, he moves his hips instead. I slap his leg to let me go. Choking on his cock. I know the voice, it's Veronica. 

"There are camera's everywhere Julien" Veronica says. 

"Fuck off V, I'm busy" he says and looks back to me, he grins, and as I try to pull back, to stop, he pulls my head forward, and I gargle on his cock while trying to speak as he shoves it in further. 

I hear her heels clicking on the stone path as she enters the archway and I can see her now and she's looking down at me, watching. 

"It's a shame you won't share her with company....she would do well for you with the men" Veronica says and puts her hand on Julien's shoulder. 

"I said fuck off V" he groans, his eyes still looking at me. I feel my eyes watering, the tears dripping on my cheeks as he gags me again, shoving himself deep. 

"Mmm" Veronica says and she slides around behind him, her chin on his shoulder, her hands on his waist. Her hands go down his sides. She reaches around him and her hand slips towards his cock. i reach up and slap it. 

Julien grins at me. 

"She doesnt share" Julien says, shrugging off Veronica. 

"C'mon J" she purrs into her ear, this time her hand goes right to his cock, he groans as she grips its base, I take my mouth from him because he let's her. 

"Mmmmm" she purrs in his ear and his eyes go back in his head and he groans as her hand moves up and down his cock, lubricated with my fucking spit. Her hand working at the head, her wrist twisting quickly. 

"It's just like that time in school, remember?" she whispers into his ear. 

Her teeth bite his ear lobe and he grunts and turns his head towards her. 

I start to speak, but I'm too angry, too embarrassed. 

"Why don't we all go upstairs, hmm?" Veronica said and looks from Julien who is giving her a look that I cant tell if he wants to murder her, or fuck her, or both. Then she looks to me. 

"I wouldn't put my fucking cock inside you if your father paid me every last cent of his fucking bank account" Julien said and Veronica stopped stroking him. 

"Get your desperate hand off my cock...you're no better at stroking it now, than you were when we were 15" he says in a low growl.  Veronica scoffs, and I choke back a laugh. 

"Even if you did know how to fucking please me...not interested" he says and looks back to me. He pulls me up and to his side and turns to Veronica. 

"WE..." he says pulling me closer. "Will be going upstairs though, I promised to fuck my girlfriend all over your tacky house" he smiles as if he hasn't just insulted her. Veronica snarls at him, then at me. 

"If youd like to watch, you're more than welcome" he says and pulls me along with him, I look back at Veronica who is standing with her arms crossed. On the way in, we pass her dreadful father. 

Julien laughs at my scowl, and he pulls me back towards the office where the man had called me a bimbo and a pig. 

"Julien what are you.." he pulled me inside and slammed the door, then grabbed me and kissed me hard, his mouth opening, his tongue invading past my lips and to my own. He unzipped his pants as he backed me up across the large room , I reached down, taking his hard cock in my hand, stroking him as he backed me up against the large desk. 

He grinned, pulling up the long fabric of my dress. I bit my lip, he reached one hand behind me and swiped as much as he could off Veronica's fathers desk. I gasped but then giggled as he lifted me onto the desk , I pulled my dress up the rest of the way, the long dress cascading off the desk as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in as he slid into me. 

"Oh god" I winced looking at him, my jaw dropping, he felt so good. His cock was always hard, and punishing, even when he went slow, but he wasn't going slow now. He fucked me fast, deep, as I wrapped my arm over his shoulder, kissing him as I panted and moaned into his mouth. 

"Julien" I cried into his mouth. His hands slipping to my ass and lifting me from the desk, and up around him. With ease, he stood with me, lifting me up and down on his cock, I could feel myself coating him with my wet pussy, probably dripping already down his balls. 

"Fuck!" I cried out loudly and then grabbed his face and kissed him passionately as he used me, lifting me up and down on his cock, and thrusting into me when he brought me down. He growled into my mouth.

Julien set me back down on the desk, grabbed my legs and spread them wide, then slammed into me, over and over, my ass sliding back over the desk, him grabbing my waist to hold onto as fucked me. 

"I'm going to cum all over this fuckers desk" he groaned. 

I grinned and nodded. 

Julien grabbed the cigar box on the desk, and pulled it over. 

I looked at him, and he smiled lifting one to his mouth and he gave a devilish grin. 

"I think he'd rather enjoy the taste of your cunt everytime he puts a cigar in his mouth" he says. 

I bit my lip. I didn't think he was serious, but Julien pulled out and took the first cigar, and let it replace his cock and I laughed because all I could think about was Monica Lewinsky. 

He laughed a little too, but then he took it out, set it on the desk and grabbed the next. I moaned when he put the mouth part of the cigar into my cunt, just a little, as he rubbed my clit. 

"Mmm baby" he groaned, taking it out, and then putting his cock back inside of me. He fucked me slowly. I was back on my elbows, staring back at him, my mouth open, panting as he went faster. 

"Yes" I begged as he went faster, still rubbing my clit as he fucked me. 

I whimpered, close to cumming on his cock. 

Julien grinned and pulled out, and then continued to coat each of the cigars in my cunt, one by one as he rubbed my clit. 

Halfway through the box , I came, hard from Julien's mouth sucking my clit as he fucked me with one of the cigars. 

He pulled the cigar out and finished fucking my cunt with his fingers as he sucked and licked my clit, making me orgasm on this complete bastards desk. 

"fu-u-u-ck" I cried out as I trembled, cumming hard, his fingers pumping my cunt, as his mouth finished me off at my clit. I shook and collapsed. My elbow sliding forward, and my back against the top of the desk as my pussy spasmed, my hips pushing up against his mouth. His fingers sliding out. His tongue diving in. I squirmed and Julien groaned, his tongue burying itself inside me, his nose pushed into my pussy as he pushes his entire face into me. I yelp and squirm on the desk, feeling his nose nudge against my sensitive clit, making me tremble at each touch. 

"Mmmmm" he groans and gives me a deliciously slow, loving lick, from my hole to my clit and then he takes out another cigar, he finishes what he started. Coating each one with the juices of my cunt, even grazing the full length of a few over my soaked pussy. I giggle watching him still breathing heavily from my orgasm. 

"You're bad" I say. 

He grins putting them all back into the box and looks at me and then pulls me up and slides me off the desk and turns me around, bending me over and pushing up my dress, he kicks my feet apart and pushes my back down. 

I moan as he fucks me, he groans loudly, and I feel my upper thighs bruising as he slams me into the desk, harder. 

"Yes" I pant. "Babyy, fuckkk" I whimper. 

I moan and am slightly upset when he pulls out and pulls me back up and to the side, but I watch him jerk himself off, and he cums a second later all over the top of the mans desk. 

I bite my lower lip with a smile. 

"You really know how to stand up for a girl" I tease when he's done emptying his balls all over the desk. 

He laughs and pulls me to him. 

"Nah, he's just a prick. And my girl doesn't need my rich bastard ass standing up for her anyway" he teases with a quirk of his brow. 

I giggle and he laughs as I adjust my dress and his pulls up his pants and fastens them. He grabs my hand then reaches back to the desk, and opens the cigar box.

"What are you doing?" I ask , but see him grinning when he turns back towards me with one in his mouth. 

"Mmm" he grins. 

I roll my eyes. 

"All cigars should taste like this" he says, and I see his tongue tease at it in his mouth. 

I laugh. "You idiot."