"Here we are again, KSZX Night Line, where you let the world know how you feel." Scott began his program again, trying to sound excited and enthusiastic, despite the loneliness and despite the fact that he was still receiving very few calls.
He gave the telephone number and put on a record. The telephone rang.
"Good evening, Night Line, you're on the air!" he said.
"Do I have to be?" asked a breathy female voice.
Scott reached over and turned off the tape. "Aw, for Pete's sake, Monica, come off it."
There was a pause. "This isn't Monica, whoever she is," said the voice quietly.
"It's not? I could have sworn…"
"Well, you're wrong. I'm not one of your cheap whores. I'm a professional woman."
"I could make a reply to that, but I won't. What's on your mind?" He reached over and clicked on the tape recorder again.
"I'd like to meet you somewhere, you know, when you get off work. Eight in the morning, is it?"
"Yeah, I get off at eight." He started to turn off the recorder again and then noticed the record was ending. This took priority. "Just a second," he said quickly, dropped the receiver, and made a dive for the turntables. He cued the next record and started the machine. Fading down the previous record and fading up the next, he made the transition smoothly. God, he thought to himself, he was a professional. He picked up the phone again.
"That was very professional," said the voice. "Now, about what we were discussing, why don't you meet me at Sam's Subway at Sixteenth and Meridian when you get off work? We can have breakfast or something."
"Tell you what. If I did that, I'd have to leave here, walk home, get my car, and drive up to Sixteenth. If you're so interested in meeting me, why don't you come down here to the station at eight?"
"No!" the voice said quickly. "I can't do that." She hung up.
Cursing under his breath, Scott got ready for the next commercial. He had no sooner delivered it when the telephone rang again. This time the caller was Monica.
"Hi. Did you miss me today?"
"Right, Baby, every minute of the time. Funny thing. I kept smelling bananas."
Monica giggled prettily. "I can imagine."
"Let's just say this. You cook a mean breakfast, Woman."
"How are chances of a return engagement? My husband's still on the same shift."
"Sure. Pick me up at eight?" Again, his eye was on the record that was playing at the moment. He was going to have to cut this conversation short. Besides that, the recorder was humming away, getting down every word he and Monica were exchanging. While none of it was openly salacious, the conversation was filled with enough double meanings so he did not want to be in a position to have to explain it, especially to someone like Ransberg.
"Okay," Monica said. "I'll pick you up then. I'll be waiting down in front of the building. So long, Baby."
At eight-ten, Scott jumped into Monica's sporty car. She smiled across at him, dazzling him once again with her very white teeth. "How did it go?" she asked.
"Not so bad. You know something? A couple people actually called in, I mean with conversations I could play on the air."
She laughed. "Hey, you're a success." She reached over and squeezed his thigh playfully.
"Not nearly. It'll take a lot more calls than that to get the situation to the place where it ought to be. There have to be enough calls to cause controversy, you know, to get people talking about the show."
"Maybe you should tape our conversation in the bedroom. That would get you some listeners."
He threw back his head and laughed heartily. "Shit, yes. It'd get me so many I'd be ridden out of town on a rail."
"You sure got the rail for it. I'll say that." She slipped her hand up his leg and cupped it over his boldly bulging crotch. "Ouuuuuuu, yes, you're so nice and warm there, Baby."
"Warm is right. I'm hot for you, Honey. Ever since you called, I been boiling over. I damn near came in my pants couple of times just thinking about all the things we're going to do." He spread his legs wider, letting her caress his genitals as she steered the car through the morning traffic.
"Even though that's a compliment, I'm glad you didn't come in your pants. You'd have wasted a couple loads that could have gone to me."
"Don't worry, Monica. There's plenty more." Scott lolled his head against the seat back, sliding down in the seat to relax while Monica continued to massage his burgeoning cock. "Christ, I'm so horny, I feel like I could keep on squirting forever and never run out of fuck juice."
She took her hand away. "I better quit, then, or you'll come before we ever get to your place."
He straightened up in the seat, his own fingers replacing hers at his crotch. "Don't worry. We're nearly there. If I can just manage to walk into the building without breaking something, I'll be fine. Good thing I didn't wear Levi's to work."
Monica wheeled into the Roley Towers parking lot, turned off the engine, and the two of them jumped out of the car. It was obvious that both Scott and Monica were in a hurry to get up to the apartment.
"What would you like to do today?" Monica asked coquettishly, as the elevator doors closed behind them.
"I want to fuck you till you're blue," Scott answered, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to him.
As they kissed, their mouths open wide, Monica started running her hand down the back of his pants, pulling out his shirt tail as she went. She jammed her fingers down to tickle the small thatch of hair at the base of his spine. Scott let out an aroused grunt and pushed his rigid erection against her body.
"Oh, Baby," Monica mumbled, "you really are ready."
"You fuckin' bet I'm ready!" he said, fitting his lips over hers again and reaching with his tongue far into her wet, hotly alive mouth.
The doors slid back, and there stood a little old woman with a basket of laundry. Scott tried to break the clinch, but with Monica's hand shoved down into his pants, he could not get far. After considerable fumbling, he managed to stab the "close door" button, and the doors whirred closed again. The last thing he and Monica saw was the old woman, still standing there, her mouth hanging open in shocked disbelief.
"It's a good thing I didn't do what I was thinking about," Monica said, giggling.
"What was that?"
"Opening your zipper and pulling your cock out so I could play with it."
"Christ, the old girl would have had a heart attack right on the spot. Then we'd have had to cart her off to the emergency room, and we'd have missed out on fucking."
They were finally in the apartment. "Come on," Monica said as she pulled her thin sweater off over her head. "Let's get naked, both of us."
Stooping to remove her shoes, she let her melon shaped breasts swing freely. Scott paused to watch her.
"God," he said, "I'd like to just stand here and watch you strip. Shit, your tits are beautiful, so creamy and smooth, and those big, brown nipples just make my mouth water."
"Suit yourself," Monica answered. "I'll strip for you, but you have to promise to do the same thing for me. Sit down on the couch, and I'll give you a show."
Taking his hand, she led him to the sofa, her body wriggling sensuously as she walked. When he was settled, she stood before him, her arms extended above her head. She was naked to the waist, and she was in her stocking feet. Slowly and sexily, she began to undulate her lush hips, rotating them and making him think of how it would feel to have his cock planted deep inside them. She would milk the cum right out of him without his even having to exert himself.
Her hands moved. Her entire body moved in silent, sexual dancing. She manipulated her slim frame salaciously. Lowering her creamy arms, she hugged herself tightly, then played her hands over her body, touching herself as she continued to dance slowly before him.
Her palms came up beneath her breasts, and she held them out to him enticingly. Scott's prick throbbed with such excitement that again he thought he might climax before he even got his pants off. "Jesus," he whispered huskily, "you're great! Take off the rest of your things. Hurry."
Teasingly, smiling at him seductively, Monica moved her hands down over her rib cage, touching her smooth, satin flesh and worshiping it lovingly as she did so. Her fingers found the snaps at the waist of her skirt, and she undid them, never taking her eyes off Scott or his brutishly swollen crotch.
With deliberate slowness, she lowered the zipper and then sent her skirt cascading down her long, slim legs. She stepped out of it, wearing only her filmy pantyhose over tiny red bikini panties. Scott could see that there was already a small wet blotch at her crotch.
Monica was aroused, just as he was. His mouth watered as he imagined himself sucking the moisture out of those panties, savoring the fresh, tangy flavor on his tongue.
Monica's fingers curled under the elastic top of the pantyhose, and she began to push them down, never stopping her softly undulating dance as she did so. She rolled the top down and then pushed the transparent hose down her tapering legs to her trim ankles. Pushing with determination, she peeled the garment off over her feet and left it on the living room floor. Now only her red panties stood between Scott and her nudity.
As she made a move to rid herself of them, Scott reeled to his feet. "Not yet," he said. "Let me have them first." Quickly, he fell to his knees before the woman. With strong arms he pulled her to him, nestling his face in the soft warmth of her crotch. Inhaling deeply, he took in the wildly exciting sensation of her womanly odor, his fevered mind staggering at her heady scent.
"Oh, Babe, Babe," he murmured, his choking voice muffled by her steaming flesh. Holding her close, he burrowed his nose into the moist fabric of her bikini.
Trembling with excitement, Monica planted her hands firmly on Scott's broad shoulders. She arched her back, pushing her pelvis forward, offering herself to him completely. Quickly, she widened her stance, opening her body to him. She closed her eyes, feeling his face against her. "God, oh, God!" she moaned through clenched teeth. "I'm horny, sore with horniness. Make me feel good, Babe. Make me!"
Scott pulled back slightly to look at her open crotch, the wet panties snuggling against her cunt. It was the most exciting thing he had ever seen, so exciting that all he could do was moan like an animal in high heat.
His moans grew even louder as he held her gently by the hips and began to lick and kiss his way along her inner thighs, his head moving down and in between her milky skinned legs. His tongue moved closer and closer to the warm, moist fabric of her bikini.
"Oooooooh! Yeeeeeeeees!" she hissed as he began to suck her juices through the body warmed panties.
Scott could hardly believe how wonderful the liquids from her pussy were. As he sucked, his mouth was flooded with their earthy sweetness, and she kept pushing against him, massaging his face with her moist, hotly alive crotch, her satiny thighs burning against him, rubbing him, turning him into a madman.
"Oh, Christ, how good you taste!" he groaned, raising his face to her and licking his trembling lips. His cheeks were shining with her wetness.
Quickly, he remolded his open mouth to her fabric covered crotch, and she cried aloud as he poured his warm saliva onto her warm panties, making them wetter than they had been before. Then he was sucking again, making wet, slurping noises, loud, insistent, demanding all she had to give. He spilled more and more of his hot spittle into her, and then drank it up again. All the time, Monica was pushing her sopping pussy into his face and moaning wildly, as though she had taken leave of her mind.
Scott left off sucking her only when his jaws ached so intensely he could stand it no longer. Slowly, his hands playing over her body, he got to his feet. He kissed her hungrily, and she could taste the flavor of her own cunt on his lips. "Oh, Baby, Baby," she moaned, "Suck my tits now. Bite my nipples. Pleeeeeeease."
"Yes, oh, yes, I'll suck them, Honey. I'll suck like a baby." He took her twin breasts into his hands and lifted them, gazing at them lovingly, hungrily. Their hard, pinkish nipples stood erect on the white cones, and his mouth was watering again, just as it had done when he sucked her throbbing cunt. He rubbed her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, and soon she was groaning again, tossing her head about passionately, her blonde hair wreathing it like a halo.
"God, I never saw tits so beautiful," he murmured. "They're perfect, absolutely perfect."
"Suck them! Suck them for me, pleeeeeeeeeease," she pleaded, her voice breaking with raw passion. She quivered from head to toe, pressing her wet groin against the front of his pants, feeling the hardness of his erection and desiring it more than she had ever wanted anything before in her life.
Scott ignored her cries and went on fondling her large breasts, staring at them constantly with hungry eyes. Then, after what seemed forever, he opened his lips wide and lowered his lace gently to her breasts. Teasingly, he licked at one nipple with just the very tip of his tongue. He opened his mouth wider, and then filled it with the softness of her flesh. He sucked greedily, his hand fondling her other breast, keeping it instantly ready for his lips.
He sucked and lashed the nipple until the sounds of Monica's groaning reached climatic proportions. Then he took the nipple from his mouth and stared at it again, just as lovingly as before.
"Shall I take your bikini off now?" Scott whispered, looking up into her passion clouded eyes.
"Yes, yeeeeeeeeeeees, anything." Then a new glimmer shown in her eyes, and a sensuous smile curled her lips. "No! Wait! You promised that if I stripped for you, you'd do the same for me. I almost forgot."
"Aw, Christ, Monica, I'm so horny I'm leaking cum right now. Some other time, okay?"
She shook her head insistently. "No, now, now. I want you to strip for me now. That's what women's lib is all about." Resolutely, she plopped herself down on the sofa. "Why don't you put a record on?" she asked, grinning at him as she teased him.
"All right, by God, I will. If I'm gonna strip for you, I'll make it a real show."
One after another, Scott kicked off his shoes, his lewd movements never stopping as he did so. He dropped them to the floor and danced on. Starting with the top button of his shirt, he began opening the front of it, revealing more and more of his hairy, muscular chest.
Monica caught her breath, just as she had done the first time she had seen all that dark fur. She was too overwhelmed to shout any more, and the swinging show had only begun.
Scott peeled back the halves of his shirt so that she could see the brown circles of his small nipples crowning the blocky muscles of his pectorals, and then shook his shoulders to let the flimsy fabric drop down his long arms. He worked it off over his thick wrists, and his shirt hung like a short skirt. Slowly, rotating his hips in time to the music, he pulled the tails of his silky shirt up and dropped it to the floor.
Immediately, his fingers went to his beltline. He looked at Monica, his eyes hooded seductively. A strange thrill of excitement went through him. He was changing roles with her again, just as he had done when he ate the banana out of her dripping pussy. There was something so excitingly perverted about his experiences with this blonde woman, each one a new and undreamed of adventure.
"Yeeeeeeees!" Monica hissed, her voice low and dreamlike. "Open your pants. Take them off. Let me see what you've got in there!" Her fingers moved lewdly up her inner thighs, and she started to massage her sopping wet slit through the fabric of her already soaked bikini panties.
Scott's fingers flew over the fastening on his belt, and then he opened his zipper, moving the slide down its track slowly, enticingly, stopping frequently to go on with his salacious dance, teasing the woman, causing her fingers to press more insistently on the filmy fabric of her crotch.
He opened a wide vee in the front of his pants, revealing first his dense thatch of dark hair and then the thick root of his huge, completely erect cock. With one, quick thrust, he pushed his slacks down his muscle corded legs and kicked them aside. His erection snapped up to slap against his flat lower belly and then stood out, quivering with readiness. A large drop of clear precum glistened at his slit, and Monica licked her lips excitedly, her gaze focused on it. Through flaring nostrils, she took in the overpowering scent of his manly crotch, and the saliva dripped from the corner of her half open mouth. She had to have it. She had to eat his cock, just as he had suckled at her flamingly hot crotch a few moments before. Monica twisted about lewdly on the couch, totally overcome with burning lust.
Scott stopped dancing. He looked at her, a salacious grin twisting his full, sensuous lips. "We each have one thing left to take off," he whispered. Monica could scarcely hear his voice over the blaring of the music. She nodded wordlessly, her gaze still riveted to his throbbing, jerking erection.
"I'll take off my socks, and you slip down your panties," Scott ordered.
Quickly, before Scott could move toward her, she fell to her knees before him, her mouth open wide. It was wonderfully clear what she wanted. Scott took a step forward, his huge, thick penis jutting out before him. Monica grabbed him around the hips like a mad woman and capped his shining, wet glans with her hot, sensuous lips.
Instinctively, Monica wound her fingers around his scrotum, easing his gonads downward, back into their pouch, forcing him to hold off his coming for a few more perfect, lust filled seconds.
Grabbing the back of her blonde head, Scott forced her to him, pushing the fullness of his erection deep into her throat. Monica fought, trying to pull away, but it was no use. His big hands held her like a vise. She could not breathe, and still more of his thick, demanding staff pushed into her tender gullet. The woman fought for breath, trying to keep from passing out or choking.
Suddenly, Scott was coming. With a deep animalistic moan, he vomited gallons of his hot semen into her sucking throat. Monica thought she might drown as the warm, acrid syrup coated the inside of her mouth and her tightly gripping gullet. A tail of whiteness flowed from the cornet of her mouth. She could not hold the fullness of his load. She squeezed the root of his cock between her lips and swallowed, taking as much of his hot whiteness into her belly as she could.
Drained, Scott fell back onto the couch. Grinning at him, still on her knees, Monica wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "Wow," she whispered, "When you come, you sure come, don't you?"
He chuckled weakly. "God, I feel like I'm shot for life. My balls are so empty they ache."
"I'm a pretty good cocksucker, huh?" Monica asked proudly.
"You sure as shit are, Baby. The best."
She moved forward and snuggled her face against his knees. "Want to fuck me now?" she whispered.
"Hey, Honey, have a heart, okay? I feel like I never could fuck again."
Monica smiled up at him. "Oh, come on, Scotty Boy, you and I both know better than that." Slowly, she ran her fingertips up along the smoothness of his inner thigh, barely touching the skin.
Scott shook his head. "I don't know," he answered, shaking his head. "You really fucked me out just using your mouth."
Monica giggled. "There's somebody here who's making a fibber out of you." She pointed to his groin.
Scott looked down at himself. His spent cock was already beginning to stir with renewed life. They had only begun.