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.