"Oh, God… God! Give me your cock! I want to feel that giant prick inside me! PLEASE!"
Melissa's voice faintly echoed off the lifeless hotel walls. The near-setting sun filled the room with a vivid orange glow that seemed to ignore the sterility of the hotel's typically tasteful furniture, and gratefully envelop the two sweat-soaked bodies.
He placed the blood-engorged tip of his erect prick at the outer lip of her anxiously awaiting cunt, and rubbed its fullness up and down her gushing cunt-lips, with an occasional teasing jab at the hard knob of her clit.
"Tell me how much you want it," he said, taunting her. "Tell me how beautiful it is, bitch."
"It's gorgeous!" she cried. "It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, tasted, touched anything! Please let me feel it. I need it, now. Fuck me with that iron-hard beauty!"
The words poured out in a steady stream, broken only by an occasional moan, as his poised prick would jab again and again at her starving clit, sending shocks of promised pleasure through her writhing begging body.
"I don't think you're ready yet," he sneered, his eyes glowing from the thrill of his little game. "You're going to have to want it worse than that before I'll give it to you."
This was not the same man she had met two hours ago, but this did not surprise Melissa Dansin.
At that point, he was merely a hotel clerk handing her forms to fill out. A slim, gangling man, somewhat lost in his neatly pressed suit, desperately frying to hide behind his rimless glasses. In spite of himself, his nervousness, and inability to handle even the basics of his job, he completely exposed the fantasy her sensual presence had created in his mind.
This pleased her. She liked him, and she knew that any man whose fantasy suddenly becomes a reality will fuck twice as hard. It only took seconds, from the time she called down for him to appear at her door, his arms loaded down with books and brochures he had hoped would help her find her way around ton.
Yes, Melissa liked him. She was willing to let him have every ounce of his fantasy.
"Oh, please… Please! I want it now, this second. Fuck me now, you bastard!"
"You'll get it when I'm good and ready, slut." He stopped his probing, and looked down. Her milky thighs were spread wide, exposing her dripping snatch to his hungry eyes.
The desire to continue his little game was waning almost as quickly as his ability to refuse the invitations of her tight little pussy. Even now, his cock was sniffing her gash like some sleek little animal searching out a new home.
He slowly placed the pulsing head in her cunt-mouth, applying just enough pressure for her to feel it. She pushed up with her hips, trying desperately to swallow his cock with her cunt. She tried this several times, but he would retreat with each attempt just enough to maintain the same pressure.
"Now," she snapped. "Goddamn it! Now, shove it in, you sonofabitch!"
Almost as a punctuation to her sentence, he quickly reached around and grabbed her firm buttocks as he rammed his hips forward. His motion was stopped only by the sudden collision of their pubic mounds, and the slap of his loaded balls on her ass.
Her body arched, and her chin shot skyward as she accepted the full force of his powerful thrust. A loud moan of pleasure escaped her throat, a moan that started in her belly, now completely full with his huge prick.
"Oh, God, it's tearing me apart! It's so damn big and I love it."
"You're… you're damn right, cunt. I'm going to fuck you so… so good you'll… beg… beg."
The sentence faded out, and the words were replaced with throaty sighs as the pleasure of Melissa's skillful, wanton cunt began filling his senses. Realizing the game was over, she took charge.
Quickly she pulled his body down on hers. Their chests met in a crushing embrace that forced her ample tits to bulge outward towards her sides.
Her hungry mouth sought and found his as her hot tongue crashed the pearly baffler of his teeth, searching, probing, trying desperately to fill herself with as much of him as she possibly could. She pulled his willing tongue deeply into her mouth, sucking it as though it were a slippery, headless cock.
His hips responded by ramming harder through the clinging walls of her spongy twat, and battering her cervix in an effort to drive as deeply as possible into her deliciously sinful body. His every thrust seemed guided by the burning desire to touch his own tongue, by flow sucked clear into her throat, with the tip of his hotly swollen rod.
Melissa broke the kiss and began moving downward. At the same time she shifted her hips up to take in even more of his surging cock.
"Fuck me harder. I want all of your prick," she gasped as her body swayed in fluid, snakelike motions.
Her tongue danced across his chest, coming to rest on his nipple as it stood at perfect passionate attention. Her renewed sucking awakened sleeping capillaries, which now filled with blood – turning once pale areolas into swollen purple buds.
She also took advantage of her position to begin grinding her own tits across his smooth, hairless stomach, allowing the friction on her nipples to send tingling waves of pleasure through her body.
"Christ almighty," he moaned. "I can't believe what's happening. It's so good… you fuck so damn good."
Her reply was simple. "Lover, we're just getting started."
As she spoke, her right hand deftly found its way under the craving mass of their twisting bodies, and moved up until her fingers had gently encircled his bouncing nuts. As she closed her grip, she could feel his balls churning the giant load that would soon explode itself into her steaming box.
She began to slowly and carefully massage his bloated testes, sending wave after wave of sensation coursing through his body and, at the same time, controlling his orgasm so that it was guaranteed to match hers, in time and intensity.
"You like that, lover? You like having your balls milked?"
All she could get were his grunts for an answer as his body fully responded to each new delight.
He drove his cock deeper and deeper into her sopping cunt, thrusting in perfect cadence with her expert manipulations. Her own body was rewarded with shock upon shock of pure pleasure as each thrust raked across her burning clitoris.
And still she pushed on, driving him to the threshold of sexual intensity.
Slowly she dragged the nails of her left hand down his sweating back, the drifting ringers digging into trembling flesh, but creating only enough pain to heighten the pleasure. His back rose in trails of fiery welts.
Her hand continued down, running over the taut muscles of his ass as they pumped his furiously lunging cock. Slowly they snaked down into the crack, and came to rest on the sensitive rim of his asshole.
"What are you doing?" he gasped. His pounding hips settled into a slow grind as her finger toyed with its new discovery.
"I'm going to ream you, lover. I want you to have what I'm having. I want you to feel me inside you."
His asshole tightened. Her finger, already lubricated with his sweat, began climbing the reluctant channel – slowly at first, then ramming suddenly, deep into his bowels.
"Fuck it! Shit, it's… it's…" His shit-muscle gradually accepted the probing intruder, and loosened its panicked grip. "More! Give me more!" he screamed. "I want more of you!"
His hips increased their tempo as her finger did its wanton work. Quickly the rhythm built, her reaming digit now joined by a second, and finally a third, tearing angrily at his quivering asshole.
"Shit! Oh, shit, ream me! Ram your fingers into my ass! Your whole fucking hand! ANYTHING!"
His body ran wild with passion. His downstroke would ram home, driving out her gushing juices with its force. On the upstroke he would rise, impaling his asshole on her knowing hand.
"Shit it hurts. It hurts so much, and I love it! I can't wait any longer. I'm going to cum!"
"Not until I'm ready," Melissa moaned, tightening her grip on his bulging balls. "Not until you tell me how good it is. Am I fucking you good, lover?"
"God, yes!" His response came quickly and mindlessly, his body much too last in perfect bliss to make comparisons. "Shit, it's never felt this good, ever. Shit! Fuck! Shit!"
She toyed momentarily with the idea of making him play his own pleading game, but dismissed it immediately as she felt the rising pressure of her own orgasm. Her body, finally yielding to the continual thrusts of his raging cock, began pumping frantically.
"I'm almost then!" she cried as she shoved her hungry cunt over the full length of his slippery prong. "Fuck me hard! Cram me, pound me with your prick, and don't stop!"
Her legs reached out and wrapped his body in a crushing embrace. Her hand released its grip on his sperm-laden balls.
Her cunt muscles contracted rhythmically, pulling, sucking, trying desperately to milk the jizz from his fleshy rod.
Their orgasms were instantaneous, and mutual. More like one than two. One person spilling its flood in one giant surge.
His sperm rose up like a boiling geyser as his body shook and jolted spastically. Stream after stream of his hot fuck-cream gushed into her sucking pussy. Their bodies heaved erratically as Melissa's own climax rolled outward from her throbbing clit, and blew through her body like some giant explosion.
Every nerve in their bodies screamed out its release. Each body worked to drain every ounce of satisfaction from its partner.
The movement slowed as gentle aftershocks rippled through each lover, bringing shivers to first one, and then the other.
Gradually her cunt lost its masterful grip as his withering cock withdrew from its spongy sheath. His cock fell out, opening the way for his cum to trickle down the crack of Melissa's ass, forming a warm pool on the bed beneath her.
She smiled a very happy smile. Her head turned to survey the room, taking in the fading glow of the sunset with every one of her five senses. After a short pause he spoke.
"Welcome to Chicago."
"Thank you," she said as she studied the look of hope on his face. "If you can believe an old Nebraska farm girl, it's the nicest welcome I've ever had anywhere."
"Ready?"
"Really."
His face, hardly able to disguise the pride this idea gave him, beamed in a broad smile. His head came down to place an artless, almost boyish kiss on her willing lips.
Slowly he rose, and with all the remaining strength he could command, rolled onto the bed next to her.
She watched him as his body came to rest, eyes closed, savoring the glory she had given him. She eyed him a few seconds longer, and then lowered her head to his soft cock.
She began slowly running her tongue over the wet prick, lapping up the mingled juices of their afternoon fuck.
As she did, she couldn't help feeling a little pride in having satisfied him so completely. She had handled everything, from the seduction to the climax, and still made him think he was the world's greatest lover.
But she didn't mind. In fact, it was a regular part of any sex she had.
Melissa believed that almost any woman could satisfy a man physically, and in that respect she was still one of the best. Her true talent as a lover was that she also satisfied a man mentally, playing the victim to his conquering hero, the innocent girl to his seducer, begging, bullying – whatever each individual psyche demanded, she was able to sense and provide it.
Her experience taught her that this would bring out the best in any man, and if he was at his best, it could be nothing but better for her. This talent of hers had also proven to be invaluable in her career.
As a journalist, she employed this technique in almost every assignment. She had quickly discovered that, the more intimate the relationship, the more intimate the information a man would divulge. The more his individual quirks were accepted and reinforced, the more he would be willing to share.
It was this simple discovery, and its development into nothing less than a fine art, that enabled her to rise to the top of the Omaha journalistic scene.
It was this same talent that had brought her to Chicago.
"Oh, my God! I've got to meet Pallbrook. What time is it?"
The clerk's body stirred as he glanced at his watch. "Seven-thirty. Why?"
"Damn, it's late! I'll have to rush, but I can make it," she said, leaping from the bed.
"Hey, where you going? I was kind of hoping we could go another round."
She gathered his clothes and dropped them on the bed next to him. "Sorry, lover. I've got a nine-o'clock job interview, and it's important that I look my best."
With her help, he managed to get dressed in the time it took her to draw a bath and arrange for a cab. He barely had the chance to throw a "good luck" over his shoulder before she had him hustled out the door.
She returned to the bathroom and settled easily into the tub of hot water. She needed to plan her attack.
Walter Pallbrook was the head of Chicago-based Personalities magazine, a nation-wide publication that promised its readers the inside story. Melissa knew what this job could mean to her career, and she meant to get it. She also knew her uncanny ability to elicit just the kind of off-beat material he required made her perfect for the job. All that was needed was to convince Pallbrook…
She had already provided one advantage by arriving as late as she had. He was forced to meet her outside his office. They had agreed to meet in the Hancock Building's mile-high restaurant.
This would be perfect. It offered her the best view of the city, and him the best view of her. The rest she would handle.
Her body tried relaxing in the steaming tub. Her mind pictured the various pleasures she had planned for Pallbrook. Suddenly she realized that her clerk had not quite given her everything she needed. Somewhere, deep down, there was still an itch that needed scratching.
Her hand worked its way down, combing through the fluff of her beaver, to rest on the slippery bulb of her clitoris. She rubbed as her mind commenced a replay of her just completed fuck, filling in the little subtleties its reality had lacked.
She ran her fingers up and down the full length of her gash, pulling back with her hand just enough to keep a constant, raking pressure on her quivering little bud. Her motions acted out the drama taking place in her mind's eye.
She had found the itch; now she needed a scratcher.
She could feel her juices beginning to flow as the three fingers of her left hand slid effortlessly into her hungry hole. She began an in and out motion, her cunt-walls contracting to suck every bit of erotic delight from her talented fingers.
Her right hand churned in a circular motion to further catch and batter her throbbing clit. Her hips swayed in rhythm to her pounding hand, causing small waves to slap against the tub's porcelain sides.
She continued finger-fucking for several minutes, waiting for the thrill to overtake her restless body. It didn't happen. For some reason she still itched.
Momentarily she cursed herself for having gotten rid of the clerk so quickly. Her own touch was not enough. She wanted more. She needed to be filled.
She needed "Pretty Pete".
Quickly she rose from the tub and entered the main room. She ignored the sudden blast of cold air as she opened her suitcase and reached for the oblong plastic case. She smiled as she sat back on the bed, opened the box and planted a firm, loving kiss an its contents.
"Pretty Pete, friend of the working girl," she chuckled as she pulled it from its plastic sheath.
Pretty Pete was a twelve-inch plastic cock. A perfect replica, from its molded head right down to the two rubber balls that could actually shoot a stream of hot liquid through the shaft. Melissa had used it often to fulfill some otherwise unsuccessful evenings.
But to her it was more than a mere substitute. It was a friend, a pleasure in its own right, and she loved it.
She ran the head around in her mouth. She almost seemed to be making love to it, allowing her tongue to stroke the tip like a real cock. Her hand reached into her dripping box, pulling out a rich helping of hot juice with which to lubricate the massive shaft.
Satisfied that it was properly primed, Melissa scooted back to lean on the headboard. She pulled her heels clear up to her ass, and spread her legs wide in readiness.
She placed the glistening tip at her cunt-mouth, and pulled it towards herself. Slowly, one inch at a time, it entered, spreading her twat as it climbed the sopping channel of her belly. Her breath came in gasps, her body trembled, as its full width – thick as a man's wrist – tore at her begging cunt-walls.
"Oh, my God… Yes! Fuck, yes! Do it, Pete!" she cried as she finally pulled in the last of its twelve glorious inches. She paused a moment to catch her breath before she began rotating the matchless dildo, slowly at first, then faster, helping her straining muscles to accommodate the bulging plastic dick.
Quickly she returned to her mind-pictures. The actions of her fantasy lover took on the giant proportions of her new attacker. On and on the pictures ran as her body began writhing in sinful, solitary bliss.
Her twisting increased with each thrilling turn of the shaft. Louder and louder she moaned as her passion grew.
Her rotating movement altered, and her hands began to take their own course. Slowly they would pull the artificial cock out of her cunt, then push it in again. Her cunt-walls stretched to their outermost limits, the dildo thrust, poked, driving her thick juices out.
This motion increased, getting faster and faster, taking more of the slippery rod in and out. Her body bucked and heaved as she swallowed the dildo with her burning pussy.
Melissa's mind left her; her body was all that could speak. "God… don't stop! Don't ever stop! I wish this could go on forever. I wish every man had a cock like this. This big… this hard this able to drive me this fucking crazy!"
She now released one hand from the fake cock, freeing it to grab at her swaying tits. She tore at each one, squeezing the nipples until she thought they would bunt. She pulled and pinched, using every bit of self-knowledge to extract the maximum amount of pleasure from what she was doing.
Relentlessly, she kept fucking her cunt, eyes closed, low moans and fast pants emitting from her throat and chest. She felt her climax rising, the sensation filling her body like the predawn light that heralds the arriving sun.
Melissa panted faster and faster, fighting for breath. She stabbed at her creamy pussy, gradually increasing her speed, until her hands were no more than two vague blurs battering away at her twit. Her body heaved wildly, unwilling to control itself.
Finally it broke. At just the right moment she squeezed the dildo's balls, shooting the hot cummy liquid into her match. Her body jolted and convulsed erratically as the mock sperm splashed in the deep inner recess of her scathing cunt.
She continued to squeeze until the balls were empty. Each squirt was timed perfectly to allow the full impact of her climax to course through her. More and more she squeezed, trying against all odds to make the moment last forever.
Her body finally came to rest. Slowly she pulled the dildo from her cunt, and lifted it to her sweating face. She stared at it admiringly, with eyes still glazed from its incomparable pleasures.
Lovingly she brought it to her lips, cleaning it with her appreciative tongue, smelling it, tasting the cream, rewarding it for its efforts. Satisfied that it had been properly thanked, she put Pete back in the case, and returned to her bath.
She settled back in the tub, sharing the sighs of her now satisfied cunt.
When she finished her bath, she dried off and walked to the full-length mirror across from her bed. She casually tossed the towel on the floor as she struck a seductive pose.
"Land sakes alive. You're something else," she giggled as she stared admiringly at her second self.
Melissa had much to admire.
Her thirty-eight-inch tits were firm and erect, standing like twin peaks from her five-feet-five-inch frame. Each was capped with a flaming-pink nipple that stood out proudly against its silver-dollar-sized areola. Her waist narrowed to a perfect twenty-four inches, only to flare out again to a taut, well-muscled thirty-six inches at the hips. Her ass-cheeks hung like two firm cushions and from the side made a perfect half-circle that ran down into two tapered, shapely legs.
All this perfection was capped by a baby-doll face, surrounded by a halo of shining brown hair.
Her pouty lips and soft round eyes gave her a perpetually innocent look that belied the sharp, quick mind it concealed.
She quickly covered the distance to her clothes, and chose what she felt would be the most revealing dress she had. She slipped it on, and returned to the mirror for a second look.
It was perfect.
"Pallbrook, you don't stand a chance."
As she put the finishing touches on, she became aware of the nervousness that was beginning to settle in the pit, of her stomach. A nervousness she had hoped to avoid.
After all, there were no guarantees. She was clever and beautiful, but there were times she had been refused. Besides, even if she did score with Pallbrook, there was no guarantee he would hire her.
"What if I can't pull it off?"
She knew that she had to. She caught her own frozen stare in the mirror as her reverie was broken by the ringing of her room phone.
"Hello."
"Your cab is here, Ms. Dansin."
"Thank you. I'll be right down."
Her eyes went quickly back to the minor. She flashed a large, toothy smile, leaned forward, and planted a large, comic kiss on her own image.
"Melissa, honey, you're going to do just fine."