The phone rang. "Good afternoon, Hillbrooke Financial Planning, Julia Brennan speaking."
"Hi Julia, it's Phil," came the reply.
"Why hello again Mr. Douglas. What can I do for you today?" asked Julia playfully.
"I was just wondering if you were busy tonight?" he asked.
"Not especially no, why?"
Phil chuckled, "Well I was thinking of making some more investments. One fairly sizeable and a couple of smaller ones."
"And I take it you've got a particular figure in mind?" Julia responded coyly"
"Oh yes, Ms. Brennan, I have indeed," said Phil, "and a pretty good idea as to where I'd like to invest my deposits!"
Julia laughed. "OK then. About seven o' clock?"
"That would be ideal," replied Phil. "Seven o' clock at my place it is."
"OK, see you then. Bye."
"Bye"
Smiling, Julia replaced the receiver on its cradle. She let her gaze wander idly around the office and reflected yet again how much her life had changed. She'd spent the last two years carving out a niche for herself as a successful financial planner. At 27 she could now say that she finally had the kind of life that she's aspired to all those years ago when she left home to start University. A good job that paid well and had good prospects, her own house in a nice area of town and Phil. There was a slight bittersweet flavour to her relationship with Phil. It wasn't that he was married and that she was merely his mistress. That didn't bother Julia, she wasn't looking for a full time relationship. It was the fact that he was a link to her past. Much as she enjoyed being with him, he would always be a reminder of the darkest period in her life when she, Julia, the rising career woman had been forced to sell her body as a common prostitute just to earn enough money to survive.
Those had been the bad times. A mountain of debt coinciding with her graduating at a time when jobs were in poor supply had forced her to that existence but she had survived. Not just survived but had done well enough that by the time she'd finally managed to get a job she's not only cleared her debts but had already saved a large enough deposit to put down on her house and a large part of that money had come from Phil and men like him.
Poor old Phil, she thought to herself. Phil the kind, generous and moderately wealthy man with a beautiful yet sexually inhibited wife. A wife for whom sex was simply a chore to be endured. It was his need for sexual satisfaction that had driven him to visit a prostitute and that was how they'd met. For almost three years Phil had visited her, paying Julia handsomely to perform the kind of sexual acts his wife found repugnant. Julia smiled when she considered that Karin found just about everything that didn't involve the missionary position with the lights off repugnant. When Julia had finally given up the streets two years ago she found that she couldn't bring herself to give up Phil and that had ultimately resulted in her becoming his mistress. They're relationship remained fundamentally the same only now, where once she received money, she now received gifts of lingerie, expensive bottles of perfume, nice meals in fancy restaurants and weekends away in country hotels.
Julia arrived at Phil's just after seven. She was dressed in her "street" clothes, black fishnet stockings and high heeled, calf length boots, a short, tight black leather skirt and a tight denim jacket, a red plunge neck top and cleavage enhancing bra completed the look. Phil opened the door and smiled. Stepping across the threshold, Julia stood on tiptoe to kiss him. The kiss was passionate and lingering, his lips pressed firmly against hers. Julia felt his body stiffen in response and she let herself be led into the house.
In the living room, Phil's hands were all over her. She tugged at his trousers as he lifted her top, pushing aside her bra to reveal her breasts. "And I suppose this was the figure you had in mind?" asked Julia as Phil's hands cupped and softly squeezed her breasts. Phil laughed then bent forward to flick his tongue over her nipples.
Julia murmured contentedly as Phil explored her breasts with his mouth. She finally managed to release his flies and pushed his trousers and boxer shorts down over his hips. Phil gasped silently as Julia began stroking his dick with her long, delicate fingers and then he fastened his lips around a nipple and sucked it into his mouth. "Oh yes! Suck my tits!" Julia demanded urgently as her fingers slid up and down his shaft. Phil responded by sucking hard, drawing as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. He squeezed the other with his hand, flicking his thumb roughly over the nipple, causing Julia to emit a startled "Oooh!" of pleasure.
They half fell on to the sofa. Julia slipped off her jacket and pulled her top off over her head. She sat stride Phil and leaned forward, smothering his face with her breasts. Phil's tongue lapped over the soft fleshy globes as he tugged the straps of her bra down over her shoulders, giving him better access. Julia felt her desire mount. Her pussy was wet and crying out to be filled. Slowly she reached back. As Phil feasted on her breasts, she grabbed his cock and began to flick it back and forth along her slit. She moaned softly as its head brushed against her clit. "I want to feel this in my cunt," she whispered into Phil's ear as she positioned the tip at her entrance.
"Oh Julia!" exclaimed Phil as she slowly pushed her hips back, taking his cock into the warm, wet confines of her cunt.
"Mmmm," murmured Julia as she slowly impaled herself on his dick, feeling the walls of her cunt stretch to accommodate him as she slid down his shaft.
As Julia began to move up and down, she reflected briefly on this one change in their relationship Despite having had sex with Phil regularly for almost five years it was only since she'd become his mistress that he'd let himself fuck her pussy. Before that, when she provided him with sex as a commodity, he'd only ever fucked her arse. He still did, and to be honest, now that she did it voluntarily instead of for money, Julia was forced to admit that she enjoyed it, but having him inside her cunt was special, it was the one bit of their relationship that wasn't rooted in her past.
"God you feel good tonight," breathed Phil, bringing Julia out of her reverie. She thrust her hips up and down, contracting the walls of her cunt to grip him as she rode his thick cock. She moaned as he squeezed her nipples with his fingers. He sighed as she ground herself against his cock, her tight leather skirt hitched up around her waist.
Up and down, over and over, her pussy worked its way along his shaft. Below her, Phil attempted to thrust, deepening the penetration of each movement of her hips.
Phil's breathing deepened. "Yes," purred Julia encouragingly. "Cum for me baby. Pump your load into my cunt. I want to feel you explode inside me." She increased her pace, bouncing furiously up and down on his cock.
"Julia! Oh Julia!" moaned Phil, "I can't hold on! I ca... ooohh!" Julia felt his cock begin to twitch inside her. Sinking down so that he was buried fully inside her, she felt his cock release its load of hot, sticky cum into her. She kissed him passionately, her tongue probing into his mouth as his cum pulsed out of his dick to flood her pussy. As Phil's climax subsided she smiled down at him with a dreamy look of contentment in her eyes.
After a few moments Julia got up. She knelt down in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked hungrily as she cleaned his cum and her juices from his shaft. When she'd completed that task she pressed one hand to her cunt, catching his cum as it trickled out of her. She raised her fingers to her lips and sucked them suggestively into her mouth. "Mmm," she murmured contentedly, "that tastes good."
"Glad to have been of service," replied Phil.
"So where is Karin tonight?" asked Julia.
Phil laughed, "Trust you to ask!" he said. "If you must know she's gone to Dublin for her sister's hen weekend, meaning little old me is stuck here on my own until Monday. Unless you can come up with any suggestions, of course."
