The restaurant was softly lit, with music emanating from the small piano bar. She scanned the crowded room, trying to guess which table was Pallbrook's. Her gaze finally settled on a well-dressed man at a window seat, and she sauntered over to him.
"Mr. Pallbrook?"
"Hi… I'm Melissa Dansin," she said, holding out her hand.
For a brief second he just stared, almost as though he didn't understand, before rising to return the handshake. "I'm sorry, Miss Dansin, I didn't mean to stare. Your articles clearly display your talent, but indicate little of your beauty."
Melissa smiled. She was pleased by his reaction to her. She held his hand for a few seconds, taking advantage of the time to size him up.
He was a medium-sized man with not the least bit of paunch to give away his age-forty-three. His cropped black hair was full, but generously sprinkled with gray.
Once they were seated, Pallbrook wasted no time in calling her attention to the view. He had obviously taken great care to reserve the best table, and seemed to relish pointing out the various landmarks, backing them with a prolific amount of history and facts.
The view was indeed breathtaking. The Hancock Building was the second tallest building in the world, and they were sitting just a few stories from the top. Only a plate-glass window stood between them and the sprawling metropolis below. The city lights seemed to Melissa to stretch clear to the horizon, flickering and shimmering in the cool Lake Michigan water.
The first part of the evening was consumed mostly by small talk. It was not until dinner was over that she was able to steer him onto the subject of her, and her employment prospects. She plied him carefully, but he refused to commit himself, offering only vague answers to her questions.
She struggled along for nearly an hour, trying to get some indication of her status before finally giving up. Realizing she was getting nowhere, she was quick to resort to the only means she knew she could rely on for information and persuasion. Her body.
Pallbrook was hardly aware of the subtle change in her. Her transition from journalist to woman was never blatant. The only indication any man ever had of her difference in attitude was the gradual increase in his own pulse and temperature as his passion grew. Pallbrook was no exception.
"What first attracted me to you… excuse me… I mean your writing," he said, confused by the power of her vibrations, "was your seemingly uncanny ability to uncover very private information. What's your secret?"
"Well, I don't know for sure. I'll have to think." She went through the motions of mentally searching, her finger randomly twirling the strap of her dress. It had all the appearance of an idle gesture, but sewed to cover and uncover her tit, the nipple peeking out to wink at his stolen glances.
"No. I guess I don't really have one."
"There must be something," he said, his hands fidgeting nervously on the table.
"Well… yes. I suppose you could say it's my willingness."
His eyes seemed to brighten at the word. "What do you mean… willingness?"
"Willingness… uh… givingness," she said brightly as the thumb and forefinger of her left hand began stroking up and down on the barrel of the salt shaker. "You see, most reporters only want to be given things, they never want to give anything in return. Most people resent it."
"But you don't?"
"No. When I interview someone, I'm always willing to return the kindness."
His nervousness was very evident now, his body almost shaking. "And how do you do that?"
"To be blunt – any way they want."
At this moment she reached out and folded her hand around his. Only a second passed before it happened, leaving Melissa dumfounded in its wake.
"God Damn it!" he yelled pausing a moment to allow the other diners to stop staring before continuing in a forced whisper. "Look. I think there are a few things you should know, young lady. I'm not some horny old man out to be seduced by every young job-hunter that comes along. First of all, I'm a happily married man, and even if I wasn't, I long ago made a vow never to cheat on my wife, and I intend to keep it."
"But, sir, I…"
"Secondly, and most importantly, I've gotten where I am in this world today by hard work, and by never owing anything, to anybody, for any reason. In other words, if you will excuse the expression, I never dip my pen in company ink. Do I make myself clear?"
Melissa's head shook, more in obedience than in understanding.
"Good. Now, since our business is concluded, I shall escort you home."
The rest was silence – cold, brutal silence. Even when he placed his coat over her shivering shoulders, he refused to speak. The ride home was interminable. It was with some relief that she finally arrived at her hotel and went up to her room.
But the relief was short-lived as her own mind began torturing her with questions. How could she have been so wrong? How did she mistake his anger for passion? What the hell was she going to do now?
She sat before the mirror, her eyes searching for some answer in the image before her. She stared silently, watching the tears begin to well up. Suddenly her phone buzzed. She cleared her throat, choking down the rise of emotion before answering.
"Hello."
"Hello, Miss Dansin. This is Mr. Pallbrook. I… uh… I believe you still have my coat."
"I'm sorry, I forgot. Yes, I have it."
"May I come up for it?"
"Yes, of course."
She hung up the phone and used the next few moments to put the room, and herself, in order. Her mind struggled feverishly trying to put together some form of apology, but there just did not seem to be any time before the knock came.
She grabbed the coat and opened the door, resigned to the impossibility of apology. To her surprise he ignored her gesture, and merely stood there, the small case of a portable bar under his arm.
"Look. I'm afraid I got a little out of control," he said, shifting nervously. "I was wondering if you'd allow me to apologize, and perhaps offer you a drink."
He almost laughed out loud in gratitude. "Sure. Please come in."
He entered the room, setting the bar on the night stand as Melissa closed the door, and settled into the room's only chair. He mixed them quickly, and efficiently, bringing Melissa hem before retreating to a safely distant position on the edge of her bed.
His duties finished, he sat pensively. The awkwardness of his silence filled the room. Melissa actually felt sorry for him as he struggled for some way to begin a conversation. She decided to help.
"Mr. Pallbrook, why are you here?"
"Uh… I… uh…" His mumbling faded out as his eyes stared meekly at his drink.
Melissa had a feeling. Having been burned once already, she hesitated before speaking. But only a second. When Melissa was sure she was right, she jumped in, and took the consequences.
"Mr. Pallbrook… did you come here to make love to me?"
He stared at her a moment before speaking. "Well let's put it this way. I'm here because I'm not sure… at all sure… that I don't want to."
Without a word Melissa set her drink on the floor and stood. Slowly, carefully, trying for the greatest impact she could attain, she undressed.
She reached under her skirt, removed her panties, and tossed them into the corner. She stood there making sure she had his complete attention before she removed the straps of her dress from her shoulders.
The dress fell smoothly to the floor, dropping like a curtain to expose the smooth perfection of her naked body to his searching eyes. He stared spellbound as she breathed in deeply, sending the massive globes of her tits heaving upward, the nipples hardened to their full length and standing like tiny oases in a desert of flesh.
"My God, you're beautiful," he whimpered. "I'll bet you're a fantastic fuck."
She crossed to stand directly in front of him, allowing the soft odor of her warm cunt to fill his nostrils. "You're welcome to find out."
"I can't. I made myself…"
"A promise, I know," she interjected, her hands now running through her hair. "But there are other things than fucking you know. Trust me. If anyone ever asks you what we did tonight, you'll be able to say, with a clear conscience, that all you did was talk, drink, and eat."
As he thought, his eyes stared, fascinated at the wealth of her tempting cunt. The mat of her pussy hair spread wide before him, parted in the center by the pulpy pink lips of her slit.
"Yes… of course," he said, his two thumbs burrowing into her willing gash, pulling it open to watch as her building juices dribbled down out of her cunt-hole. "Yes. That's all. All I did was eat."
"That's right, lover. Eat!"
Without hesitation he buried his face between her thighs until his nose pressed firmly against her tiny clit. His hands swung around, gasping at the firm pillows of her ass-cheeks as he pulled her towards him.
She moaned, grabbing at her own tits as he started a long, tingling, lapping motion with the full width of his tongue. It started at the entrance of her twat, and ran forward, up between her cunt-lips to her clitoris.
"Is it good, lover?" she moaned. "Does my cunt taste good to you?"
"Yes," he answered, his tongue rising up to scoop the steaming cunt-sauce into his stroking mouth. "It's wonderful. God, it tastes wonderful!"
Her hands pressed and pulled her tits in matched motion with his tongue. As his agile licker plunged into the heated opening of her twat, she would crush her boobs, the ample flesh bulging outward. Then as it slid up the open groove of her crack, she would pull, stretching the pliant mounds to their limit, and pinching the nipples at the exact moment he would strike her quivering love-bud.
The combined ecstasy of her dual stimulation's drove her to the peak of sexual frenzy. Her fuck-fluids ran like a river over his chin, down his throat. What juices did not overflow his mouth, he swallowed in greedy gulps.
Then suddenly his tongue changed course, and dove solidly up her gushing cunt-hole. Her spine seemed to melt as her body hunched over, slapping her wet crotch into his lapping face. His tongue pierced her cunt like a hot poker.
"Oh! Yes, ram me with it!" she groaned, her head thrown back on her shoulders. "Ream me with your fucking tongue!"
Unable to answer, he responded by climbing deeper and deeper into the soft sheath, the rich juice streaming down his cheeks. His head moved quickly from side to side, his nose massaging her clitoris and driving her crazy with delight.
"Oh, skit! Fuck! Your cock!" she cried. "I want your cock! I want to swallow it while you suck my pussy dry!"
There was no stopping her now. She pulled him from his position, tearing at his clothes, and in seconds he was spread-eagled on the bed, his giant cock staring up in anticipation. Melissa jumped between his legs to stare in wide-eyed admiration at his huge cock.
She placed her hands round the shaft, and skinned the cock-head clear. Willingly it peeled into view, juice already oozing from its rosy tip. The blood-filled veins stood out majestically from the firm shaft, pulsing their passion up and down its full length.
"Oh, God, what a cock. What a beautiful, huge cock. God, I want it. It'll reach clear down to my belly it's so big."
"Take it, Melissa," he moaned. "I want to fill your beautiful face with it."
She opened her mouth, and placed her lips on its bulging head. Just the bulb entered her mouth as her tongue caressed his knob, the tip teasing and poking at the tiny hole of his cum-chute.
She watched as his sweating body writhed in response to her passionate tonguing. She hefted his heavy balls in one hand, and started sucking the knob of his prick.
"Go on. Suck it! Move it… move your head like it was your cunt. Swallow my cock with your face!"
Slowly his hips began grinding into her. She slid her head effortlessly down the massive prick, its bulk ramming clear into her throat as her nose buried itself into the curly patch of his pubic hair.
"God damn it," he moaned. "No one's ever taken it that deep. Shit, it's unbelievable! Shit! FUCK!"
Melissa was thrilled. She sucked harder, savoring the rigidness and vibrancy of his massive meat sliding over her tongue and down into her gullet. His cock swelled larger with each thrust.
"Give me your cunt again!" he yelled, his head rolling chaotically from side to side. "I want you to cum with me! I want you to blow when I blow!"
She turned her body, offering up the tempting meat of her snatch. Her legs straddled his face, and lowered the banquet to his waiting lips. The hard surges of his cock bounded into her cheeks, her climax scraping on the rough pubic hairs of his crotch as his tongue filled her cunt to the core.
Their passion spiraled quickly as Melissa began bouncing up and down on his dick, her head bobbing as fast as it could go.
"Suck it!" he gasped. "Suck the hell out of my cock! Pound my face with your box!"
He began breathing faster. His hips jerked up, drilling his prick into her throat. His hand tore at her dangling tits as his mouth chewed on the tasty button of her clit.
She screamed, groaning encouragement as her pistoning hips rammed into his face. Her climax was building quickly in her churning, burning cunt.
He could also feel the jizz rising. He switched his focus to her wiggling clit, straining to make her cum with him. His tongue wagged fiercely, using her clitoris like a tiny punching bag.
"It's coming!" he screamed. "I can't hold it off any more!"
"Yes! Yes! Do it! I'm coming, too! Let it come! Let it fill me up!"
He thrust his cock to the hilt inside her burning mouth, and shot off into her throat with gushing gobs of jet-like jism. She sucked frantically, tasting each explosion, swallowing the via, salty fuck-cream as her own orgasm cascaded over her, shattering her with its force.
She collapsed against him, his mouth pulling fiercely, gobbling as much of the pungent cunt-cream as he could. The remainder flowed down his face in tiny streams.
It was over all too quickly, but the shivers continued for a more lingering period. The two bodies remained motionless for nearly an hour, each lost in the fond ecstasy of satisfaction.
Finally, Pallbrook got up and dressed. He gathered his paraphernalia together and prepared to leave, stopping at the bed. As he spoke, it was only the gentle stroking of his hand across her hair that belied the businesslike tone he used.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning at ten o'clock."
The sun seemed gloriously brighter the next day as she sat in Pallbrook's office. His attitude was firm but playful as she signed the necessary contracts. Having decided that her talents were unique indeed, Pallbrook put her on the Special Assignments Desk.
Her spirits were bursting with enthusiasm as she entered the spacious cubicle with its three desks. The two men seated in the room stared in amazement, and curiosity. Her high spirits filled the room.
"Good morning, fellow workers. Melissa Dansin here, and I'm ready to take this town apart."
As she stood beaming, one of the men got up, a glower on his face. He walked over, thrusting a pile of pages into her hand rudely.
"Ralph Murdock here," be sneered. "Since you're so ready to work, you can start on this."
"Okay," she said, amazed at the coldness of his attitude.
"I expect this on my desk by the day after tomorrow, and I expect at least an adequate level of literacy. And while we're on the subject of work, let's get one thing clear. Pallbrook may talk about you like your shit don't stink, but I'm the supervisor here, and I'm the man who will decide what's good or bad. Got it?"
"Yes, I think so," she squeaked as he brushed past her, disappearing into the hall.
"What did I do?"
The other man now walked over, an apologetic smile on his face. "I'm sorry about that. Please ignore Murdock. He's been steaming all morning, ever since he heard you were coming."
"Why?"
"Oh, he's got this bug about career women. He doesn't trial any woman that isn't a housewife or a secretary. Hi… I'm Bob Richmond." His hand shot out and grabbed hers affectionately.
"Thanks… It's nice to see a warm face."
"Yeah. Well, it's nice to have a woman around. Now, why don't we get you started? Two days isn't a hell of a lot of time for a first, article."
Melissa knew instantly that they would become good friends. He was a neat, bookish person, with an almost boyish quality. He looked very collegiate with his short hair, and wire-rim glasses. He did everything he could to help her set up the assignment.
She was to interview Franklin Walsh, a TV-network bigwig who was in town to discuss scheduling with the local station. She arrived for her appointment promptly at eleven-thirty. Her spirits rekindled, she was anxious to make her first assignment a big success.
She knocked briskly on the door of the suite, and gasped in delight at the face that greeted her. He was a tall, elegant man of about thirty-eight, who looked like he had stepped out of an issue of Gentlemen's Quarterly. He had soft, modeled features, highlighted by a thick, dark mustache, and a well-cut head of black, shiny hair.
"Mr. Walsh?"
"No. I'm his personal secretary Darren Meredith," He shook her hand firmly. "Mr. Walsh is expecting you. Come in."
Once in the room, her heart sank. Before her sat Mr. Walsh, an old man of seventy-one. As the interview commenced, he proved to be very witty and charming, but completely impervious to her charms.
She paled at the wealth of trite information he delivered. She resigned herself to the reality of a humdrum article. It was not until halfway through the session that a ray of hope dawned in the person of Darren Meredith.
His eyes devoured her, and she saw in them a promise of richer material. She now moved her body cunningly, taunting him with it, dangling it like a soft morsel, teasing him until she could detect a firm bulge in his crotch.
It was not until the interview was over, and he was showing her out, that she made her move.
"I'm sorry to trouble you. There's no point in my going back to the office today, and I'm familiar enough with the city yet to take a bus. Would you mind driving me home?"
"Certainly, no trouble at all."
The ride home was filled with pleasant talk. As two strangers to Chicago, they compared notes on what the city offered, and agreed they should see some of the sights together.
Melissa was pleased with the progress of things. By the time they arrived at the hotel, Melissa was wit the night would be hers to wine and dine with this beautiful fount of information.
"Do you mind if I ask you something?" he said, his arm resting on the car seat behind her.
"No, what?"
"Well, I think I know what your interest in me is. I've got information that you want, and I think I know how far you're willing to go to get it."
"My question is, are you willing to get it out of the way right now? That way I can take you out tonight, and get to know you without all this bullshit in the way."
She smiled. "Yes… why not?"
That was all that needed to be said. The next words to pass between them were the groans and cries of passion.
"Oh, God," she gasped, "yours is the biggest prick I've ever seen!"
And it was. Melissa wrapped her flaming mouth over the bulging head, soaking it with her saliva, quivering in anticipation of its mighty entry into her running hole. She marveled at the pure size of it, bigger than any cock she had ever known.
"Do you want it now?" he groaned, his body aching to feel her cunt wrapped around his prick.
"Yes… now… I want it now!"
She moved her body up, taking the position on top of him. She spread her firm thighs wide, and lowered her torso until she felt the giant cock-head poking at her yawning cunt from below.
She reached down, grabbing the hard prickshaft, and guided it towards the soft channel of her cunt. Slowly it entered, spreading the pliant walls of her twat outward, stretching her almost beyond the level of endurance.
Not happy with the pace, he reached down and grabbed the glistening bulk of her hips. In one swift stab, he pushed her down, driving his hot prick in to the balls.
Her animal scream rang out with its mixture of pain, surprise, and pure erotic insanity. His hips began churning, offering her no respite as the walls of her stretched pussy pulsed around his pistoning rod.
"Why did you push me?" she cried, the words jerking out in short gasps. "You almost split me in half."
"Because I want to feel you now. I want your body impaled on my cock."
His prick filled her cunt totally, driving her wild with its massive bulk. In and out it fucked, in hard, piston-like strokes that sent out rapid sucking pops with each plunge.
Melissa's body swayed back and forth, her tits slapping together loudly as his body rocked her with its thrusts. Her hands clutched desperately, at the corner of the car seat. The knuckles of her balled-up hands were white from the force of her grip as her cunt sucked at his dick, trying to milk the fleshy tool.
He felt his orgasm approaching, and moved swiftly to take her over the brink with him. He pulled her towards him, hunching his body down, and sucked the swollen nipple of her bobbing tit neatly into his mouth. His cheeks collapsed with the suction.
She writhed uncontrollably. His hot mouth seemed to be sucking out the very juices of her cunt, the sensation rising from her groin and flowing out the tender nipple.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she screwed. "You're sucking the life out of me! It's pouring out! Shit! God! FUCK!"
Not content, his hand ran down, coming to rest on the raw pebble of her clit as it stroked up and down. His finger now waned feverishly at the slippery bud. It was open, unprotected by the fleshy pink lips that now circled his cock, and vibrated rapidly from his strumming finger.
It was more than she could stand. "Holy fucking shit! It's coming! Oh, God, it's coming, and it's going to bunt like a fucking dam!"
"Let it come!" he cried, his violent thrusting lifting and making her head bump lightly against the car roof. "Flood me with it! Give me all that hot pussy-cream!"
The next few minutes were blind in their fury. Their crotches smashed together, their torsos twisting and pummeling as they worked to stretch the moment out, sustaining it into forever if they could.
A scalding stream of sperm blasted from his cock, gushing into her cunt until she thought it would blow her off his body with its fury. Her own body heaved and jerked as her cum burst over her, sending its steamy cream out to stream down over his ruddy tool.
Finally the pants and groans subsided. She rested motionless, her cheek pressed flat against his chest as he teasingly twitched his still erect cock in her conquered cunt.
"Happy?" he sighed.
"God, yes." She paused a moment to catch her breath. "Are you?"
"Yes, indeed. I… uh… I have a proposition for you."
"What!"
"Well," he said, "it seems you've just paid for all the information you can ever want about dear Mr. Walsh. Now, the way I see it, we have two choices. We can unwrap ourselves and do it now – or, you can just bring a pencil along tonight and we'll go for seconds now."
"Again!" Her head lifted slowly in amazement of his appetite. "Gee… I don't know," she said playfully. "I think I've paid my price."
"I know, but think of it as sales tax."
"Sales tax?"
She stared a few seconds before a wide grin creased her mouth. "Well, like my daddy always says – Don't cheat the government, you're only cheating yourself."