Melissa's breath quickened, her pulse ringing in her cars as she felt his bare cock press against her lower stomach. It seemed almost to burn through her, radiating through her skin to further inflame her seething snatch.
"Take me," she groaned, her body grinding into his. "Oh, God, I want it now. I'm tired of waiting. Make me a woman, Tom. Make me feel like a woman."
His hand snaked its way down to her gushing cunt-lips, and began running up and down its length, pulling the dripping juices out to soak and cud the soft hairs of her pussy.
"Get me wet," he said. "Use your cunt to lubricate my cock. It'll slide in easier."
"Yes… yes, anything!" She lifted up on her toes, parted her legs, and ran the pulsing cock between her thighs.
His prick traveled the full length of her slit, its head projecting out the back. Quickly she began hunching over it, spreading the thick coating of her pussy-cream on his dick, crying out as the throbbing fuck-pole ground against her clit.
"Oh, shit! I want you to fuck me! Stick your big prick in me anywhere! Suck my tongue, suck my tits, suck my cunt! Suck me! FUCK ME!"
Her own words now poured out mindlessly. Those wonderful words that until now she would only use in her journals suddenly flooded out, their own sound sending her over the threshold into that passionate world of abandon.
Judging the time to be right, Tom lowered her carefully to the floor. She released a giant groan as the soft fur of the rug began caressing her body like thousands of soft, tiny fingers.
"Oh, shit yes!" she cried as she felt the hot tip of his prick bump up against the firm guardian of her maidenhead. "Yes… now! Give me your cock NOW!"
Tom thrust firmly against her virgin pussy, jabbing savagely with his huge fuck-pole. On and on he pushed, his cock ripping at the tough membrane of her cherry.
"Damnit!" she screamed. "Oh, God, it's tearing me apart! Stop! It's too big, you'll kill me! Stop!"
But he ignored her, holding her securely about the hips so she could not squirm away from the fiery agony that consumed her. Relentlessly he kept pushing, until suddenly the cunt-lips parted, opening the way for his huge cock.
His left hand now guided the tip of his pulsing meat into her tautly stretched box, pushing it farther and farther in. Repeatedly she called out in protest as the pain of his steadily climbing prick shot through her body.
Then suddenly the pain lessened, and she knew the worst was over. The feel of his balls on her ass told her that Tom's cock had now entered her cunt completely, and she felt relieved as Tom stopped, allowing them to remain motionless for a few minutes. Allowing her time to adjust.
And now a new feeling took over. It was the pain-mingled ecstasy of feeling a stiff cock inside her cunt that filled her with the most insanely erotic sensation she had ever experienced.
Melissa could feel the intense throbbing of the cock inside her cunt as he withdrew it slightly, then pushed it back. He repeated this motion several times until he could feel the tenseness draining from Melissa's body. "Does it feel good now? Is it better for you?" he asked, pulling the sweat-soaked hair away from her eyes.
"Yes. It feels wonderful. It's so good to have you in me. Filling me up with your gorgeous cock."
Her words gave him confidence as he started taking longer and fuller strokes. The initial pain of Tom's penetration was now gone. For Melissa only the ever-growing, intensely exciting sensation of pleasure remained.
"I can't believe it… it's wonderful," she said. "I never thought anything could feel this good."
The tempo of their fucking increased as Tom held on tightly to her hips, guiding her movements to meet each one of his savage thrusts. The sweat flowed from their bodies as their grunts and moans became even more urgent, more desperate, more abandoned.
"Oh, shit!" he cried. "Your cunt's fantastic! It feels like it's trying to swallow me. Shit, I love it!"
"Yes!" she cried, her cunt grabbing at the surging rod. "Fuck me harder! Harder! HARDER!! Fuck my beautiful cunt! DON'T STOP!"
Melissa was in a state of drunken delirium, moaning and groaning as each ferocious thrust racked her body.
At last Tom felt the sperm rising inside his balls, and knew he could not delay his orgasm much longer. He lifted up on his hands, his body arching forward to allow the base of his cock to batter her exposed clitoris, trying to accelerate her climax and make them simultaneous.
The savage pressure of his stroking was all it took to push both of them to the final brink of orgasmic seizure. It came explosively, equally, as Tom released jet after jet of his scalding fuck-cream into her quivering pussy. Melissa's body shook frantically as he filled her tight cunt-hole with his spunk, the flooding juice oozing out of the cock-engorged ring of her pussy to run down the groove of her ass.
As their twisting bodies came to rest, Melissa could find only one thing to say. Barely audible, it came out mingled in the large sigh that escaped her throat.
"Thank you."
As Melissa's mind drifted back to the present, she became aware that the cab was parked – probably for some time – in front of the Hancock Building. She also became aware that her hands had been working her tits and cunt – also for some time – in sympathy with her fond recollection.
Self-consciously, she checked the driver in the rear-view mirror, and was relieved to see his focus firmly rooted on the activities of the street. She exited the cab, and came around to the front window to pay the bill.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked, digging through her purse.
"It's on the house."
Her eyes rose to thank him, but her voice stopped short at the sight that greeted her. He was sitting there leering, as his hand slowly fisted his exposed cock.
"Just let me know your room number and I'll return the favor. After all, there ain't no point in a dame like you just thinking about it, when you can have the real thing."
Melissa was angry. She loved to fuck, but hated to be taken advantage of. "The real thing, huh? I'll tell you what. Bring it along next time, and leave the scale model at home."
She winked, turned, and paraded into the building.
CHAPTER THREE
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.