The weeks passed. Walter arranged several job interviews for her, but Melanie found the offices boring.
One day after a particularly boring interview she walked into a downtown coffee shop for lunch and ran into an old boyfriend from high school.
His name was Dustin Elliott and they had dated on and off for several months. Melanie remembered vaguely that he had a fetish for assholes. She also remembered fondly more than one quick fuck in the basement of the high school.
"Christ, it's been a long time," he said. "And you're sexier than ever. How've you been?"
Melanie smiled and batted her lashes. They sat down at a table together and discussed the old days.
Dustin had done well. After graduating from college he found a job at an advertising agency as a creative director. Now he was sympathetic and interested when she told him she was looking for a job.
"One of the vice-presidents at the agency is looking for a part time secretary."
"An ad agency sounds interesting. But I don't have the experience."
"With your looks you don't need experience. I'll arrange an appointment if you want me to."
She agreed and he took her phone number down.
"It's nice of you to help," she said.
He shrugged; "One thing. Some of the guys at the agency take advantage of the girls who work for them and try to screw them. I know you're not into that sort of thing, being married. Just be firm about it if someone comes on to you and you won't have any trouble." He coughed softly, an old nervous habit. "Unless, of course, you're into that kind of thing."
Melanie nodded thoughtfully, but avoided answering him directly. What she didn't say was that meeting men was her sole reason for working.
"I can take care of myself," she said. "I'll talk to Porter first thing in the morning."
"Gee, I'd appreciate it, Dusty. I really would."
He turned to her, his eyes glued to her tits. "How are you going to thank me?" He grinned and sipped his coffee.
She saw the gleam in his eyes. "How would you like me to?" She was in the mood and he'd always had a randy cock when they were younger.
"The agency keeps an apartment near here. I happen to know it's not being used this week." He cocked an eyebrow.
"You just said you assumed I wasn't interested in that sort of thing."
"I say lots of things. Anyway, I saw the way you looked. Hell, sex is sex, right? Marriage is okay, but fucking's where it's at."
A half hour later, Melanie found herself in a lushly furnished apartment on the top floor of the most expensive high-rise in town.
"Not bad, huh?" Dustin said. He walked into the kitchen and returned with a six-pack of beer. "Beer all right or do you want wine?"
"Beer's fine."
They settled down on the sofa, talking and drinking the beer. The tension between them increased. They both knew why they were there, so when Dustin pulled her into his arms and kissed her she responded eagerly.
Soon she melted against him as they kissed. He stroked her tits and moved a hand under her skirt as he frenched her.
"You always did have great tits," he said.
"Do you still love ass?"
"More than ever…"
Her skirt bunched up around her waist, he rubbed her cuntmound. Shoving his hand inside her panties, he touched her beaver.
"You always had one of the hottest pussies around," he said.
"It hasn't changed much."
He slipped a finger over her cunt and grinned. "Wet as ever too."
He stuck the wet finger in his mouth and licked off her cuntjuice.
She held his face and kissed him all over. The touch of his fingers on her cunt made her knees weak.
"Same old Dusty," she said. "You always did know how to get to me."
"At the agency they call me Dustin."
"I'll remember that when I see you around if I get the job."
"Be nice to Porter and you'll get it."
"Nice?" She bit his lip as he stroked her cunt. "You'll do just fine. Spread your legs and give me a little more room."
She opened her legs for him. He zeroed in, stroking his fingers up and down her pussy-slit.
She was so open and so wet he easily screwed a finger inside her sopping cunt-hole. She pressed herself at him to urge him on.
He pushed her down on her back. She squirmed and giggled as he fingerfucked her. She pulled his face down and kissed him.
"What's your wife like, Dusty?" she said. "She's a sexy bitch," he said, biting her ear. "If she's so sexy how come you're here with me?" She tongued his ear.
"Because you were always such a good cocksucker and you were the only girl in school who'd let me fuck her in the ass."
"Oh, Dusty, you haven't changed a bit."
Again and again, she thrust her tongue between his teeth. Finally he groaned and unbuttoned her sweater.
Together they removed her sweater and bra. In a moment he was nuzzling her bare tits and working his lips over her massive nipples.
"They're like two little rocks," he said.
"You always did know how to suck them." The feel of his lips and tongue on her nipples and his fingers in her cunt drove her wild. She cradled his head against her tits and forced more titflesh into his mouth.
"Suck it hard, Dusty," she said. "Like in the old days."
He pulled his finger out of her cunt and concentrated on licking and sucking her tits. He lashed her nipples with the tip of his tongue and bit down on the tips.
"You always were the hottest cunt in school," he said. "All the guys said so. The biggest tits and the tightest cunt. And the only one who'd take it in the ass."
"If you're a good boy I'll let you stick it in my ass now."
He shook his head as he licked up and down the valley between her tits. "Not today. I've got an urge to stick it in your pussy, Mel. It's been a long time. Takes me back to my childhood." As he spoke he worked his fingers over her cunt folds.
The horny young wife was on fire. Her pussy was flooded with juice. Some of it ran down her thighs and wet the sofa beneath her.
"Get your hand on my cock," he said, his tongue lapping her tits.
"Gee, I thought you'd never ask." She rubbed the hard mass between his legs and found the tab of his zipper.
"Rub it a minute," he said. "You always did give a good hand-job."
"But I haven't even touched it yet."
"What you're doing now is subtle. Good touch, Mel." He clamped his lips over one tit and sucked hard.
She continued stroking his cock through his pants. "It's hard, I can feel it. It's real hard."
"I remember how you loved giving head. I've been thinking about it."
"Want me to do it now?"
"Sure."
She pulled his zipper down and reached for his prick. She brought it out in the air. It filled her hand. His cockhead was dripping. She salivated. She was in the mood for a good long blow-job.
She smeared the juice oozing out of his pisser over his cockhead. He stretched out. She climbed around and engulfed his cock knob with her lips.
"Oh, yeah," he said.
She began sucking, happily drooling over his fuckhole while she tossed her hair back over one shoulder.
He held her head and guided her mouth. She gobbled up half his prick shaft and then scooped the rest in so deeply she soon had his swollen cockhead jabbing the back of her throat.
She held it a moment. He stroked her hair, but held her head tightly in his hands. She slowly dragged her lips down his cock until she was able to clamp her teeth around his cockhead.
"Go, baby, go," he chanted.
Soon she was bobbing her head up and down, moving the ring of her lips back and forth on his prick. She swirled her tongue over his cockhead and sucked up the cream dripping from his piss-slit.
She was hot with lust as his cock lurched around her mouth. Jesus, it was so much better than sucking Barry. So much more exciting. A different cock made her feel like a different woman.
"Hold it, honey," Dustin said. "If you don't stop I'll cream your tonsils and then you won't get fucked."
A string of cockjuice dribbled from her lower lip. "I wouldn't mind that."
"But I would, babe. Take your clothes off and let's do this right. My balls are turning purple from your mouth. Let's fuck."
They undressed quickly. They lay down on the bed and shared a beer.
He spent a few minutes giving her head. Then he mounted her, draped her legs over his shoulders and shoved his prick into her cunt.
Melanie was a little disappointed that he stopped sucking her so abruptly. But it was a good fuck and she came quickly.
After she came, he continued ramming in and out of her spasming pussy. His strokes were forceful and he deliberately rubbed his pelvic bone against her clit.
Her ass tilted back and she fought for a while he was going to finish up in her asshole. But soon he was clutching her ass and roaring as he filled her with jism.
It was over too soon. He slipped over and rolled onto his back.
"Good fuck," he said, reaching for a beer. She turned to face him. "Will I see you again?"
"Sure. We'll be working in the same office."
"Are you so sure I'll get the job?"
He took her hand and placed it over his prick. "Give Porter a fuck like you gave me and it's yours."
"So you'd like a job here, would you?" Porter Lang was a tall, distinguished looking man of about forty. He sat on the edge of his desk as they chatted. Melanie was impressed by his office and his manner. He looked like a top executive. His clothes and manner were impeccable.
"Advertising has always interested me," she said.
Lang smiled and glanced down at her application. "Have you ever done this kind of work?"
Melanie blushed. His eyes bore into her, pausing at her tits and legs. She was accustomed to having men stare at her, but his eyes seemed to see right through her. "No, I haven't."
"It's a strange business," he mused, moving behind his desk and picking up a paper weight.
"It must be very exciting."
"It's that, and ft's hard work too." He stared at the paper weight and then back at her tits. "I'll be honest. I look for traits in my staff that you don't learn in secretarial school. Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm a busy man with tremendous responsibility. I must have people, especially women, around me to help me carry the load." He moved around the desk and stood before her.
She knew what he was saying. Dustin had made it very clear. She gazed up at him and smiled.
"I understand exactly what you're saying and I want the job."
With a slight nod, he walked over to the door. He snapped the lock and turned back to face her. Then very calmly and methodically he removed his jacket and opened his fly.
"Get on your knees," he said.
She had his cock out in a matter of mounts. She crouched between his legs and took his cockhead in her mouth.
"You'll go far here if you want to. Full-time or part-time. Keep sucking right there. As I was saying, you'll go far here."
She slid her lips halfway down his limp cock shaft. When he told her to take it all in, she quickly complied.
"When it's hard, you won't be able to take it so easily. You know how to get it hard, don't you?"
He thrust in and out of her mouth for a moment, chuckling softly as she struggled to breathe. She formed a ring of her lips and covered her teeth. Then she used her mouth like a cunt and fucked his cock.
She sucked him for what seemed like an hour. It was actually about ten minutes. Finally his prick was rigid and he pushed her away.
"Good mouth," he said smoothly. "I don't have much time. Bend over that chair and we'll take your panties down. Let's have a look at your cunt."
Turned on by the sucking, her pussy oozing with lubrication, she did as he said. When she was bent over the arm of the chair, he moved behind her and yanked her panties down to reveal her asscheeks.
"I love seeing a woman this way," he said, squeezing her ass and prying her cheeks open. She craned her neck and gazed back at him with surprise when he knelt down and began kissing her ass.
"Tastes good," he said, working his tongue into her asscrack and licking her assbud.
He continued licking her asscrack, but he used a finger to poke around her asshole. Her legs were spread wide, her high heels digging into the rug. She had trouble keeping her balance, she was so turned on.
"You're going to work out just fine," he said, rising up and rubbing his cock against her ass. "Feel how hard my cock is? It's all for you. I've got ten minutes before my meeting. Where do you want it?"
"Wherever you want to put it," she said boldly.
She moaned when he moved his prick up and down her ass crease. He wet his cocktip down with her cuntjuice and moved it back to her asshole.
"I prefer assfucking," he said. "But don't worry. I won't hurt you." As he spoke he loosened up her asshole with his fingers.
Another ass man, Melanie thought. Well, why not? I've always enjoyed it.
She hung onto the chair and held her breath as he shoved his prick into her shitter. It was months since she'd had a cock up her ass and it felt good.
"Three days a week, you say?" he said, lunging in and filling her shit-chute with his cock.
"Yes," she gasped, clinging to the arm of the chair.
"What a sweet ass," he said, holding her hips and thrusting. "We'll have a good time. You'll see. By the way. Don't wear panties any more. I want to be able to get to you quickly."