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."
CHAPTER FOUR
There are periods in any person's life when the normal setbacks and frustrations of daily events suspend themselves, and a certain magic sets in, making everything you touch turn to gold; not just for one day, but for several days on end. For Melissa the next week was magic.
It began the next day at work. She went in that morning primed to the hilt with Darren's information, and spent the good part of the day knocking out the article.
Murdock was out on assignment, and without the intimidation of his presence, Bob was able to help her freely in grasping the magazine's style. She was just finishing up when Pallbrook walked in, Murdock striding along behind.
"Well. How's our newest member getting along?" Pallbrook said cheerfully.
"Just fine, sir."
"Good. Murdock seemed to think it would be a good idea for me to check out your notes, so I thought I would."
She paused a moment to stare at Murdock. "I'm afraid I don't have any, sir," she said, watching as a smirk climbed across his face. "But I do have the article. Will that do?"
She chuckled inwardly as the smirk collapsed into an open-mouthed gawk of amazement. Murdock stood for several minutes, reading over Pallbrook's shoulder before finally stomping off to his desk to pout. Once Pallbrook had finished reading, he leaned over and whispered into Melissa's ear.
"You got this right from the home's mouth?"
"Well, no," she replied. "The horse was a little feeble, but the trainer was very helpful."
"Meredith?"
Pallbrook's boisterous laugh filled the room as he turned his attention to the other two members. "Mark my words, gentlemen, this young lady is going to put this magazine an the map."