Julie Covington Mcgill
Copyright© 2025 by Mitchie
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A young college graduate meets the head of a large accounting firm. Things develop quickly to alter the course of her life as she becomes embroiled in sexual encounters she never could have imagined! There's plenty of fact vs. fiction as the author, in her early 20s when writing this, explained to her agent that she blurred the lines in this semi-autobiography! Hot? Yes, very hot! Sex with Julie? Yes. Her husband? Yes. Her dog? Yes! Talk about falling down the proverbial sexual rabbit hole!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction True Story Workplace DomSub Anal Sex Analingus Bestiality Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
Julie was facing J.J.’s chair but had her forehead lying on her crossed arms beneath her, and J.J. was riveted to the show that she was putting on. King was the only one who noticed Michelle arrival in the living room, and it seemed that he thrust into Julie even harder once their eyes met.
“Good boy ... good boy ... make me ... your ... bitch.”
Julie’s moans, and the way she was pushing back to meet his pummeling thick, veiny, pink cock, indicated that she was not only enjoying this, but it was obviously a regular thing. Her large breasts hung down below her, and her nipples were rubbing on the coarse carpet, as King thrust in rapidly from behind her.
His paws were covered with socks, so he could hug himself to Julie’s slender frame without scratching her. Her back was covered with dog hair and drool as he panted above her.
“It’s IN!” Julie exclaimed, lifting her head to lock eyes with J.J. while reaching back between her legs to rub her clit. When Julie moved her arm, Michelle realized why she couldn’t find her panties, which were held firmly in Julie’s other hand.
“You ‘knotty’ bitch,” responded J.J., as he emptied his glass of whiskey in one gulp, and picked up the speed of rubbing his cock.
Michelle originally thought it was just a mispronunciation of ‘naughty’ with his brogue and all, but then the two comments together dawned on her, as did the fact that she was actively rubbing her own clit while watching the debauchery unfolding in front of her.
“He’s coming!” Julie announced as King’s hips were pounded into her with a blur.
“So am I!” announced J.J., scooting forward on his chair and shooting ropes of cum on Julie’s upturned face.
“So am I!” thought Michelle, as she swallowed a moan and grabbed the guest room door frame to keep from falling, her knees buckling from the thunderous orgasm wracking her small body.
J.J. slumped back on his chair, his dripping cock hanging lewdly between his toned, hairy thighs.
Julie wiped the cum from her face and eyes, savoring the taste as she licked it off her fingers.
King tried to extricate himself from Julie’s well-fucked cunt, his knot keeping them attached, and he wound up facing the other way, ass-to-ass with Julie.
Michelle quietly ducked back into the guest room, nearly slipping on the small puddle of girl cum on the floor between her feet.
Sliding back into the cool sheets of the huge bed, she drifted off to sleep, wondering if her panties would be back in the room by morning.
Michelle tossed and turned in the queen sized bed, trying to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, the scenes from the previous night would start playing again in her head.