Julia's Second Collection

by Bridy McAvoy

  “You okay, sweetheart?”

  She knew he was giving her a way out, a way of escaping from the ring of eager men and hard cocks that surrounded her. She paused for a moment then smiled. “Yeah, I’m good. Just two things.”

  “Name them.”

  “No marks.”

  “That’s a given. We know you’re married.”

  “And no ass. I don’t do anal.”

  “No problem.” She sensed Alec had a problem with that. He must have been the guy in Hannah’s butt when they took her airtight, but Julia had no intention of going there.

  She lowered her arms and allowed the two men behind her to pull the straps of her dress down over her arms. A moment later her breasts popped momentarily into view but were instantly covered by Matt and Bart’s heads as the two men bent to suck her nipples into their hot mouths. She hissed and arched her back, offering more of herself to them. She couldn’t help it—the feel of two pairs of lips sucking on her nipples drove her wild. The other two men wrestled her dress to the floor and she stepped out of it, kicking it away as both of them started to caress her back, moving lower and lower. She knew what they were doing, and she was ready for it when their hands grabbed the side straps of her thong and slipped it down over her hips.

  A few seconds later, ignoring her stockings and heels, she was naked in front of them, and they were still all fully clothed. It was an incredible thrill and shivers ran down her spine as she watched them all drinking in every detail as their gazes swept over her.

  She stretched, breaking the contact for a moment as she panted for breath “Your turn, guys. I want to get some eye candy.”

  She backed away from them, sinking into the overstuffed chair. Rather than just sitting there, she let her hands wander over her body, her hands caressing her breasts as the men started to remove their clothing. Julia was hot, and she knew it. Without thinking about it, as she watched them through eyes half-closed with lust, she spread her legs apart. Her left hand stayed on her breast while her right hand, with one final tweak of her nipple, headed lower down. She found her outer lips already puffy and soaked, and slid her finger along the cleft. Her back arched and she groaned as she started stroking up and down the full length of her slit.

  By the time they were all naked, she had both hands on her pussy, one spreading her outer lips open, two fingers of her other hand pressing against and circling her engorged clit. She panted for air and arched her back. The four men crowded closer, but she wasn’t looking that high. She could see nothing higher than the four rock hard cocks pointing at her.

  She yelled as she came, her body stiffening, then spasming as the pleasure roared through her. Matt was the first to react before she was totally aware of what was happening to her. He had grabbed her hands. She groaned as he pulled at her, her body not wanting to obey, but there was an urgency about him that wasn’t to be denied. She found herself pulled off the chair and then forward and down onto all fours. He pushed the chair away and dropped onto his knees behind her. Her head came up as she realized his intention, but she didn’t make any move to stop him. Gripping her waist, he pulled her back in to him and her head came up as her butt sank down. She’d expected him to kneel behind her, but he’d sat down, simply pulling her back onto his lap. She felt something hot and hard start to part her lips, and sink inside her. Then he pulled her back harder still, impaling her on his cock.

  It slid in, all the way inside her juiced-up channel in a single thrust. She moaned at the feeling of being so full. Before she could really react further, he was moving, pushing her up and then dropping her down to further impale herself. She opened her mouth to ask him to go a little slower, but Alec was there. As her mouth opened, his cock slid in over her tongue.

  “Hmmphh…”

  She started to suck on the obstruction in her mouth, flattening her tongue to the floor of her mouth, allowing him to slide further in. Her hands came up, grabbing his thighs for balance as he started to fuck her mouth. Neither man adjusted their tempo to suit the other. She was buffeted between the two of them as they both fucked her. She felt a bit like a rag doll, especially if Alec was thrusting in at the same time as she was sinking down onto Matt. She gagged as Alec pushed further in, then her eyes shot wide open as his cock swelled in her mouth. A moment later his first spurt sailed straight into her throat, then another, each one lessening as he continued to cum inside her mouth. After another couple of seconds he pulled out, staggering away. Alec was immediately replaced by Bart, and another couple of minutes later by Chas. Matt came before Chas did, but only by a matter of seconds.

  Chas reeled away and Matt lifted her a little, sliding out from underneath her. She collapsed to the floor, her sides heaving as she gasped for breath. They left her alone for a minute then she felt a tap on her arm. Looking around, she saw Matt offering her another drink. She gave him a little smile then took a big gulp, forgetting it was neat whiskey. A coughing fit nearly brought up the contents of her stomach, including the three lots of cum she’d just swallowed, but the whiskey, at least, killed the taste.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  “A bit intense for you?”

  She smiled up at Matt. “Yeah, you could say that.”

  “More than you expected for your first time with four guys?”

  She grinned. “What makes you think that was the first time?”

  Chas chuckled and then leaned down and whispered into her ear, “So…before we start round two…”

  “Round two?”

  He grinned at her. “Of course, but before we start, how about another dance?”

  “You want to dance with me again?”

  “No, sweetheart. We want you to dance for us, get us all ready for you.”

  She pulled herself to her feet and stood there swaying slightly as she regained her balance. “I’ve got a better idea.”

  “You have?”

  “Yeah, the bed will be a lot more comfortable.”

  Julia’s Xmas

  Josie perched her butt on the corner of Julia’s desk and looked around the office. The fact that Julia and her sales team were run off their feet seemed to be something that just slid past her.

  “What do you want, Josie? I’m busy as hell, especially as it’s Friday.”

  “Relax. Live a little, girlfriend.”

  “Don’t you have any work to do?”

  “Nope. All wrapped up. No new applicants for anywhere in the company. Salaries all done and dusted and sent upstairs for signature. Weekly wages were done yesterday, so nope, I don’t have anything to do.”

  “Aren’t you a lucky little shit? I’ve got two dozen more orders to get processed before five, and you’re interrupting me.”

  “Why the rush to get out on time? Got a hawt date?”

  “No, I haven’t. I’ve got to get caught up on the housework before tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow?” Josie batted her eyelids and giggled, doing a perfect imitation of a silly seventeen year old, something she was more than ten years too old to carry off. “Why, what’s happening tomorrow…especially with Max away?”

  Julia sighed. “If I tell you, will you leave me alone?”

  “Of course. Now spill it.”

  “If you must know, I’m going Christmas shopping.”

  “But it’s September.”

  “I know, but you know me—I’m organized. Besides, since his promotion, Max is away a lot less…”

  “Which is good, right?”

  Julia smiled. “Yeah…It’s very good…And no, you’re not getting any details. But, as he’s away this weekend, I’ve got the chance to get some presents bought and stashed in the most secure places I can find.”

  Josie shook her head. “Won’t work. Your man’s man of a husband will deduce and find any hiding place you can think of, just like he’s done every year. You should leave it and do it last minute like me.”

  “You like getting shoved and pushed around on Christmas Eve.
I don’t.”

  “Girlfriend, I hate getting shoved and pushed around. But at the same time, I love getting my butt fondled and my legs stroked by all the hot guys who think they can get away with it in the crush.”

  “Now you know my plans, are you going to tell me about your hawt date, or are you going to piss off and let me get these orders done?”

  “I’ve got a hot date, all right. I’ll even get a discount on my dry cleaning thrown in for good measure.”

  Julia felt her heart sink and bounce on top of her stomach. She had a damned good idea who her friend was talking about.

  “Huh?”

  “That dishy young man from the dry cleaners you found just up the road here. Ike.”

  “Ike? Are you going out with Ike? He’s what—twenty-one? I didn’t realize this was Cougartown.”

  Josie just grinned at her. “Yep, we’re going out dirty dancing tonight. I might even let him go home on Sunday if he’s lucky.”

  Julia shook her head, picked up the pile of orders she needed to process, and waved it in her gossipy friend’s face. Josie grinned and took the hint, wandering back to her section. Julia sat there for a moment, uttering a silent prayer—that Ike wouldn’t discuss what had happened that time he’d offered her shelter from the sudden rainstorm, and how they’d kept themselves occupied in the back of the shop while he dried her clothes. She hadn’t told Josie about that, just that there was a nice dry-cleaners up the road they’d never noticed before, with a good-looking guy behind the counter. After a moment, she mentally shrugged. There was nothing she could do about it. He either told Josie the tale, or he didn’t. Either way, she was pretty sure Josie was going to have a far more exciting weekend than she was.

  * * * *

  She’d gone to bed both late and exhausted after spending the entire evening working through the whole house. Dusting and vacuuming every room, processing three loads of laundry, getting most of it dry, and half of that ironed. At eleven o’clock she’d decided that mopping the kitchen floor at that time of night was just daft, so abandoned the mop in the bucket and headed upstairs for a shower and bed.

  Sleep, though, didn’t come easily. Visions of her behavior on the sales course two weeks ago haunted her memory. Well, not on the course—more in the hotel afterward. She didn’t really want to think about those events, not without Max there. Max, on the other hand, loved to think about, and talk about, and then do a damned good job of imitating them as a one-man gangbang, playing the part of all four of the men who’d she given herself to that night. Her hand had stolen down into her soft cotton shorts, and she’d tried hard to resist the temptation to bring herself off, giving in as she realized it was probably the only way she’d get to sleep.

  Waking at nine on Saturday morning had seemed like a luxury, until she remembered she wanted to be out by then in order to spend the entire day with some therapeutic retail therapy.

  Her shower and hair took the best part of a half an hour, and it was nearly ten by the time she’d washed her breakfast down with a strong coffee and dressed in a simple summer shift dress over plain cotton underwear and comfortable shoes.

  She waved to Steve over the road as she pulled out of the drive and headed for the first mall she wanted to visit.

  * * * *

  Julia smoothed the satin down over her stomach and checked her reflection again. The black strapless bustier was a perfect fit and she smiled at herself. It would drive Max wild, and she had several dresses it would go underneath perfectly.

  She leaned forward, making sure she wouldn’t fall out. Her breasts weren’t too big, and this made the most of what she had, but she felt secure. She chuckled as she thought about teaming it with a skirt rather than a dress. It would look sensational, sexy, and even slutty with a denim mini-skirt. They had it in several colors too, although the black was her first choice. Changing back into her own clothes, she put it back on the hanger then double-checked the price.

  At sixty dollars it wasn’t overly expensive, and she contemplated buying the pale blue one to go with it. Now that would look good teamed with a denim skirt! She had another idea too, but that would require some negotiation.

  “Everything to your satisfaction, ma’am?”

  Julia smiled at the young assistant. “It’s beautiful, really nice fit. I’ll have to come here more often.”

  The young girl—she couldn’t be more than nineteen—smiled back at her, obviously anticipating a sale. Given that Julia was the only woman in the shop at that moment, it very much looked like the shop needed the trade which, of course, might strengthen her hand.

  “I’m interested in the black one and I think the pale blue one as well. Do you have the red one in a C cup instead of a B?”

  The girl looked at her in surprise so Julia hastened to explain. “I’m thinking of it as a present for a friend. She’s…well, a little bigger up here than I am.” Her gesture with her hands was universally recognizable.

  “Ah, right. I’m pretty sure we do. Give me a moment.”

  The girl walked down the shop to the rail she’d taken the black one from and came back a moment later with the red one and the pale blue one Julia mentioned.

  “This blue would go really well with your coloring.”

  Julia laughed. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to sell me on it. I can’t wait to see what my husband thinks, although I might keep it a surprise.”

  The girl actually blushed.

  “But I do have a bit of a problem.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes. I’m kind of hoping you can give me a discount.”

  “Oh.”

  Julia watched as the girl’s face fell. She’d thought she’d got a good sale, only now the customer seemed to be becoming awkward. She watched as the young girl looked her over, obviously checking how she was dressed.

  After a few seconds, she spoke again. “Well, I am authorized to give five percent when the total is over a hundred.”

  Julia did some quick mental arithmetic and shook her head. “I have a simple problem. The purchase for my friend is a present, and we agreed on a spending limit. I’d need rather more than five per cent, I’m afraid.”

  “I’m sorry, I’m not allowed to give more than that. Let me just call someone.”

  Julia could see the way the girl tried to hide her crestfallen look. Obviously, if she called for someone then the sale wouldn’t go through as hers. She gave her what she hoped was an encouraging smile, determined to fight the girl’s corner for her if need be.

  “Can I be of assistance?”

  She turned around, startled as the male voice sounded from behind her. The last thing she expected to see in a high-end lingerie shop was a male assistant.

  “This lady would like a discount on these three items, Mr. Phillips.”

  “Thank you, Katie.” He looked at his watch and then back at the assistant. “It’s your lunchtime now anyway. I was about to come through. Why don’t you go now and I’ll finish with this customer?”

  The girl, Katie, looked like she was about to object, then smiled and grabbed her purse from the bottom shelf under the till and, smiling goodbye at Julia, headed for the door.

  “Now, I’m Ryan Phillips. How can I help you?”

  Julia felt she was pinned by his deep blue eyes as he stood over her.

  He chuckled. “Let me guess. You didn’t expect to find a man running this shop, did you?”

  “Actually, no, I didn’t.”

  “I’ll let you into a secret. I own the shop, not just run it.”

  “Oh, I see.”

  “So, I’m sure I can help. What exactly is the problem?”

  “Well, it’s just I love both the black and pale blue ones, but I think the red one would make a perfect present from my friend.”

  “Obviously you consider she has as good taste as you do yourself.”

  “Well, I could never wear the red.” She patted her red curls then brought her hand down, angry with herself for flirting wit
h the guy.

  “I’m not so sure, but it is, of course, your decision.”

  “Well, my friend and I have an agreement—actually, it’s kind of companywide—on the price.”

  “And sixty dollars is higher than your limit?”

  She nodded.

  “And you don’t want to break the limit because of potential repercussions at work.”

  “Something like that, yes. Besides…”

  “Besides…?”

  Julia shrugged. “She doesn’t have a dual income like we do, and she struggles around Christmas time.”

  “It’s only September.”

  “I like to make an early start, and with my husband away…”

  “You can stash things for him more easily.”

  “Exactly.”

  He grinned at her and took a step away, looking toward the door, then back at her. “You do realize that line is the one given to me by most of the men that shop here?”

  She looked around at the racks of skimpy underwear and raised an eyebrow.

  “I guess your husband has never bought you underwear?”

  “No. I guess he’s happy with my choices.”

  “I would be too. Honestly, though, two-thirds of our customers in the week are male, buying for their wives and their girlfriends, even mistresses. They tend to prefer to work with a guy rather than a woman. Less embarrassing.”

  She laughed. “I can see that. I guess I’d never thought of it like that. One thing, though, can I ask, do you pay your staff on commission?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “I would like Katie to get the commission off this sale. She was ever so helpful.”

  He laughed in turn. “That look as she left?”

  Julia nodded.

  “She would have done, anyway. Just so you know, her disappointed act was entirely for your benefit. She’s a very sharp cookie, that one. Now, going back to the matter in hand, what was the amount of discount you were looking for?”