up the crack of my ass. I was delighted by a new and exquisite sensation as he parted my cheeks and licked my hole. I stroked his shaft and sucked hard on the head. His tongue finally slid from my ass back to my pussy. He lapped hard at my clit until I came intensely, my cries muffled by the big cock in my mouth. I squeezed his shaft and felt it convulse as the cum burst into my mouth.
I woke up the next morning to find David sitting next to me on the bed. “Good morning,” he said, looking way too bright and alert. He slowly pulled the sheet down from my neck.
“Mmmph,” I replied and stretched slowly. David trailed his fingers across my breasts, down along my belly and lightly over my pussy. He gently spread my legs and caressed my lips and clit. “My god, you’re so wet,” he whispered. “You must have been dreaming about sex.”
“Yes,” I murmured, undulating slowly under his touch. “Sometimes I come in my sleep.”
“I think you came last night.”
“Yes…and you’re going to make me come again this morning.”
David smiled. “But not yet, darling. I want you to wait.”
He removed his hand from my pussy, which made me wince with frustration. He straddled my face and took his rock-hard cock in his fist. I watched as he stroked until droplets of cum oozed from the head. He rubbed the head against my mouth; I licked the drops of cum from my lips. When I opened my mouth he slid the shaft all the way in. He reached back with one hand and played with my clit as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I held back as long as I could, finally moaning around his shaft as I came. I felt his cock convulse, and a burst of hot cum flowed down my throat.
“God, Gillian, that was incredible.” David fell back against the pillows. “I wish we could go for another round, but I’m late again for the office.”
I put my arms around his neck and snuggled against his chest. “I thought you were the boss man. Can’t you be as late as you want to be?”
He smiled, but his voice was a little tense. “Sure, I could, but if I don’t get in at a reasonable hour, things pile up….” He gently disengaged my arms and stood up.
I felt a pinprick of anger and disappointment. Play it cool, Gillian. “Oh, well.” I shrugged. “Maybe sometime we can spend the entire day in bed.”
“I’d love that.” David leaned over the bed and gave me a quick kiss. Damn, this guy knew how to turn me on, piss me off and appease me in the space of minutes.
“Sounds like it’s going really well.” Anita slurped at her latte.
“I suppose it is. I just wish he weren’t so distant sometimes. Well, I guess there’s always something to complain about. He did give me his cell-phone number so I won’t have to sit around waiting in agony for him to call.”
“That’s definitely a step in the right direction. And he’s obviously doing everything right in bed. You look great. You have the radiant glow of a well-fucked woman.”
“Anita!”
“Well, it’s true. Cosmetic companies have been trying to bottle and sell that glow for years. David’s giving it to you for free. “
“For as long as our affair lasts. It does feel like an affair, even though he’s not married.”
“Even better. Much more exciting than a boring relationship.”
“I suppose so.” I took a bite of cranberry scone and wondered why I still felt so uncertain.
The next day I got a phone call from Ellen, my eternally optimistic agent. For once she had genuine good news. “Honey, you got a callback for the radio-station commercial,” she gushed. “That’s going to be a major campaign. I’m sure you’re going to get it. And there’s a part on Law & Order that would be perfect for you.” I took down the info for the Law & Order audition and the callback, trying not to let her enthusiasm inflate my expectations to unrealistic levels.
But I felt a new confidence and determination. I nailed the callback and landed the radio commercial. My euphoria helped me float through the Law & Order audition. I screamed with joy when Ellen called to tell me I’d gotten that part as well.
I had to share the news with David. I called his cell and felt a little let down when I got his voice mail, but I left a message, and he called me back within twenty minutes.
“Gillian, that’s great. I’m so glad for you,” he said. “Law & Order is a terrific show.”
“Well, my part isn’t big, but it’s juicy. I play the grief-stricken sister of a murder victim. Of course there are plot twists—turns out the sister isn’t so grief-stricken after all.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“It’s a helluva lot better than the last role I had on that show. About six years ago I played a corpse. A crack whore’s corpse. I was on screen for about seven seconds.”
That made him laugh. “I’m sure you were an exceptional corpse, but we should celebrate your new success. I’d love to see you tomorrow night. Are you available?”
“Gosh, I’ll have to check my appointment book. I have so many handsome, sexy men chasing me it’s hard to keep my dates straight.”
He laughed again. I felt another moment of victory. We agreed to meet at Francesca’s. The familiar tingle of anticipation rushed through my body.
6
For the next few weeks, everything was blissful. I saw David frequently. I expected the sex to slow down and cool off, but every time was more exciting than the last.
I lost nine pounds without even thinking about it. One night as I lay on the floor in front of the dressing-room mirror, David ran his hand from my pussy to my breasts. “Honey, you look great…your stomach and your tits…but don’t lose any more weight. I like your curves.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” I laughed.
Francesca’s became our favorite rendezvous. I became accustomed to the elegant atmosphere; even the snooty hostess no longer intimidated me. One night I impulsively decided to be daring. As we waited for the check, I excused myself and went to the ladies’ room. When I returned, I slid into my chair and told David I had a present for him. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. I slowly pulled my red lace panties out of my purse.
“I thought you might like these,” I said, slipping them under the table to him. “Just looking at you makes me so horny…I played with myself in the ladies’ room. And now I’m extremely wet.”
“Gillian…” His eyes glazed over with the look of lust that had become so familiar to me.
I scooted my chair closer to him. “If you’re very careful and discreet, you can touch me under the table,” I whispered.
He reached under the tablecloth and slid his hand up the thigh-high stockings he liked me to wear. His deft fingers fluttered inside my thigh and over my lips and swollen clit. I had to bite my lip to suppress a moan. I leaned forward and pressed my hand against his crotch. His
