Chapter 8
"Hello, Millicent-Forbes Enterprises. May I help you?"
"Extension 514."
"Excuse me, ma'am?"
"I told you to get me extension 514!"
"But ... are you sure? That's Mr. Millicent-Forbes private line!"
"What is your name?"
"Doritha ... uh, Doritha Jones."
"Are you new?"
"Yes, I just started."
"Well, I am Melissa Millicent-Forbes!"
"Oh, my!"
"Yes, so kindly connect me with extension 514 this instant."
"Yes ... right away!"
"Hello, Blake here."
"Daddy!"
"Millicent, dear! It's so nice to have you back. Did you have a good time in New York."
"Oh, father, it was fab!"
"Fine. Fine. So, you'll be home for dinner this evening?"
"Oh, father. I was calling to ask if I could borrow the company jet. There's an opening of a new film with Gian Baiello."
"Baiello? The Italian film star? I had no idea you were still interested in him?"
"No, not romantically. But we're still friends. They say this film is going to make him internationally celebrated! Oh, father, it opens in Milan tonight and I am just dying to see it. Please!"
"Well, dear, if it means that much to you then certainly you can go. Andrew just got back from Tokyo yesterday. I'll call ahead to have it fueled and readied for you."
"Oh, thank you, father."
"So, when will you be home."
"This weekend sometime."
"I miss you, Millicent."
"Oh, father, I miss you, too. I'll be home this weekend."
"Good."
"Oh, and father."
"Yes, Millicent."
"You have a new receptionist, Doritha Jones, want her fired!"
"Was she rude to you."
"You know these darkies."
"It'll be done this afternoon."
"Thank you, father."
Millicent hung up the phone and fell back upon her bed, when she heard a knock upon the door.
"Yes," she droned," what could you possibly want with me?"
The door opened and it was Harrison.
"Hello, Melissa."
"Yes, Harrison?"
"I wasn't sure if you were in here or not. There is a man here, come to fix their fireplace."
"There's nothing wrong with my fireplace."
"Why, no ma'am, but there seems to be a problem with the fireplace in the billiard room which is directly below yours. They need to fix it from up here."
"Must they do it now, Harrison? Send them away!
I am much too tired. I just got back from New York...."
"Miss. Melissa...."
"I just got back from New York and I have jet lag. Let me take a nap for a couple of hours."
"I'm afraid that isn't possible, Miss. Melissa."
"WHAT?"
"You're father is having that young senator from Massachusetts over...."
"I could not possibly care less. I am absolutely exhausted...."
"Your father needs to have a talking to that young upstart senator and so he invited him over for dinner and billiards this evening. He made it quite clear to me that he expected the fireplace in the billiard room fixed by the time he returned this evening."
"Well, I cannot believe...."
Just then a tall, tanned man, with rippling muscles showing through his grimy, sweaty t-shirt and work pants, walked into the room.
"You want me to drop this off here?" he growled in a low, gruff voice.
He had black, curly hair and had a few day's growth on his face.
He had a layer of dirt under his fingernails.
"Yes, my good man, that will be fine. This is the lady's bedchamber. Be especially careful not to mess it up. The floor is an intricate pattern of cut wood which was imported from Denmark and it cannot be duplicated!"
"Yeah, uh, it's real purty."
"It's much more than, ahem, real purty. It is worth more than you make in ten years. So be exceptionally careful."
"AH!" gasped Melissa.
She hated not getting her own way!
She was ready to throw a temper tantrum right there and then!
How dare Harrison insist that this common laborer come in to work on her bedchamber when she had told him that she wished to rest!
"OOH!"
She made fists and her whole body shook with rage!
Her perky, young titties jiggled as she shook! Her face got all red.
Her normally pink cheeks became as red as blood.
Her blonde hair fell down in clumps across her snake-like eyes.
"Yes, Melissa, will there be anything else," Harrison cooed.
As much as he had always been afraid of her wrath, the knew he had the upper-hand this time.
Whatever Mister Millicent-Forbes says-goes!
And he liked the sight of the spoiled rich girl not getting her own way and boiling over with rage because of it.
"HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU?"
"Excuse me, Miss. Melissa, is there a problem?"
"PROBLEM? I TOLD YOU THAT I WISHED TO LIE DOWN AND REST! BUT! YOU INSIST THAT THIS ... GREASY, SMELLY THING COMES INTO MY LABOR!"
". . .As were Mister Millicent-Forbes wishes. Will there be anything else."
"NO! GET OUT!"
Harrison turned and walked-out of the room. He giggled to himself as he closed the door behind him.
The repairman didn't seem to mind being called a "greasy, smelly thing". He lifted one arm up and smelled his pit to see if he had remembered to shower that day.
"YOU GET TO WORK!"
"I was just about to do that, ma'am. I just wanted to take my boots off to see that I didn't mess up your nice floor like the guy said."
He pulled off the big, black work boots and put them by the door. Then he walked across the room in his stocking feet towards the fireplace.
"Mighty nice place you got here."
Melissa tried her best to ignore him.
"Might nice. I never would have thought there were even motels this nice. This is almost a palace."
"Oh, please, my dear repairman, do what you came to do. I have a headache. All I wanted to do is lay down in peace."
"Oh, hell, ma'am. Go lay down on yer bed there! I won't bother you. Look at how big this place is. I'll be over here fixing the fireplace."
Melissa went over and threw herself onto her bed.
She unbuttoned the first few buttons of her blouse.
She kicked off her pumps and pulled down her stockings.
She unbuttoned the top button on her wool slacks.
She unzipped them halfway to give her some room to breathe.
She lay back and stared up at the ceiling.
Her platinum blonde hair cascaded across the piles and piles of silk-covered, down-filled pillows on her bed.
Everything was in red on her bed.
Bright blood red.
It contrasted very distinctly with her glossy blonde hair and muted pink skin.
Her indigo eyes shot a glance over to the worker.
Sure enough, he was standing by the fireplace, but his eyes were fixed on her.
She rolled around and faced him.
She propped herself up on one largish pillow and stared at him.
One of her large tits was almost falling out of her blouse. Almost! But not quite. He could see the shape.
The large round shape. The whole curve of the underside of that melon was exposed to him.
But the silk blouse came down and covered it at just the right angle to completely cover her shocking pink nipple.
She ran a finger across her lip.
She hadn't redone her make-up since the plane, so her lips were still bright pink, like a little girl's.
She raised one eyebrow in his direction, asking him why he was watching her instead of working.
He misunderstood the meaning of her expression.
He dropped his flashlight and walked over to the bed.
He stood over her. "Urn ... can I help you."
"Johnny. My name's Johnny," he stammered. "Well, that's nice. Is there something wrong or are you going to get back to work."
"Uh ... uh ... " He looked around.
She swung around on the bed, letting that little pink patch of nippleflesh fall out of her blouse.
That seemed to be the signal Johnny was waiting for.
Johnny leaned in close to her and stretched-out his hands.
Melissa sat-up quick and reached for the silver cigarette case next to her bed.
"Jimmy, why don't you get back to work before I have to call for someone."
She lit the cigarette, took a long drag off of it and blew the smoke into his face.
"NOW!"
"Yesum, ma'am."
Looking like a beaten puppy, the repairman walked back over towards the fireplace. "And ... uh, my name's Johnny, ma'am."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Next to the cigarette case and lighter there was a stack of European fashion magazines. She picked one up and started sifting through the pages.
She tossed it aside and picked-up another.
This was a Japanese fashion magazine.
She flipped through the pages. At one point she was astonished at this one haircut she liked.
"Hmm," she thought to herself, "I must remember that and show it to Antonio, my hair dresser."
Of course, she couldn't understand any of the text, it was all in Japanese. But she loved the pictures. The parade of foreign fashions was wonderful.
Then she turned the page and there was a big blow-up of Bruce Springsteen on stage.
"Ooh."
In red, white and blue letters was the word: SPRINGSTEEN.
And then lots of writing in Japanese.
She stared at the picture.
"He is so hot," she thought to herself.
Then she looked over at the animal who was fixing her fireplace.
"Hmm," she thought, "he does look a little like him."
As he worked, the giant muscles in his arms bulged.
Big blue veins stuck-out of the muscles. His whole body was lean, but packed solid with muscle.
She imagined that years of carrying bricks around for fireplaces would certainly build a man up big and strong.
She watched him work and decided that it might be worth her while.
After all, she did have a couple of hours to kill before her plane left for Milan.
Besides, if she detained him and he didn't finish his job, Harrison would look bad in her father's eyes!
"Hmmph!"
That will teach that ungracious, obnoxious foreigner!
She walked over to the door and casually turned the latch, locking the world out. And locking him in!
Then she strolled back to the middle of the room.
He continued with his work.
She stood there motionless for a minute.
He refused to look up at her.
"We'll see about this," she thought to herself.
Casually, she slipped out of her slacks and threw them onto a divan across the room.
She slowly unbuttoned each button on her blouse.
He noticed motion out of the corner of his eye, but tried not to look.
She whipped the silk blouse off her body.
It had felt cold against her skin, but now she was beginning to feel warm all over, despite her near-nakedness.
She stood there in just a tiny pair of pink cotton panties.
She stepped-out of them.
They ended-up on the divan along with her blouse and slacks.
She walked over to the west wall where the fireplace stood.
The repairman kneeled on the floor, looking up inside the fireplace with a flashlight.
He heard her walk over to him, but his pride was hurt for having been turned down once already.
He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of turning around again.
But he had no idea of this!
"It is a really nice fireplace. We should light a fire in it. It's so nice to fuck next to a blazing fire!"
"WHA'? "
He turned around quickly and found his face staring directly into her pretty, curly blonde muff.
She leaned her hips forward so that the little blonde curls brushed up against his nose.
He opened his mouth, panting.
The smell of pussy was overpowering!
She put one hand into his curly black, greasy hair.
She patted him like a dog.
There were bits of sawdust through hair.
Her dainty, feminine fingers picked them out carefully and lovingly, one-by-one.
Her other hand reached down in front of his mouth and sought out her own.
She pried her lips apart and lightly brushed them up against his rough whiskers.
"Sssss-ooooh."
They were really rough!
Then, her ring finger nudged his nose with a five-carat yellow diamond.
The pad of her finger, meanwhile, found her shining clitoris.
She began to rub.
Slowly!
Seethingly!
She whirled her finger round-and-round her clit in little circles. "Aah," she began to moan. "AAAaaah."
Johnny sat there in shock, transfixed by this gorgeous blonde girl with her finger on her clit.
He kept reminding himself that she was jailbait, but he knew that the pink beaver only inches away from his tongue was going to win out over his better judgment.
Jail-bait!
If only he knew that she was only fourteen! But old enough to know what she wanted. And old enough to go out and get it! She worked her finger on her clit! "AAAAH!"
He reached his hands up and traced the shape of her young, tight ass. It was so firm!
It was as taut as hard rubber.
He pulled on the cheeks.
She grinded her cunt closer to his face.
"AAH!"
She lifted her hand from her clit.
"That feels so good when I touch myself. Let's see if your tongue can do any better."
His jaw had already dropped.
She took her little palm and cupped it under his jaw.
She yanked his mouth open a little further. Then she moved her hips in. The dripping baby slit fit inside the man's gaping jaws.
His tongue slapped around her vulva. "AAAAH!"
She loved the feeling.
Her licked all around the folds of her cunt and then slipped his tongue inside.
He lapped-up as much of the musky taste as he could.
He loved the taste of her cunt and it's delicious gravy.
She motioned her hips in a gentle fucking rhythm. He had been working hard all day and the smell of his sweat became overpowering. And she loved it!
It was the smell of a man. A herd-working, beefy man.
Not one of these sissy-assed, genteel, gentlemanly office faggots that ran in the upper circles of society.
NO!
This was a man. Not washed and buffed and perfumed, but sweaty and dirty and manly!
She rocked her cunt as his tongue slipped in-and-out.
He lapped at her clit, and each time he got close to it, spasms of ecstasy rocked her frail, little body.
Her titties jiggled up and down as she shook with excitement form his tongue's slurping up her cunt juices.
"AH!"
"AHHHH!"
"AHHHHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAH H H H H H H!"
With a fury that seemed like she was demon-possessed, she rocked all over the man with her first orgasm.
Almost painfully, she grinded her cunt into his mouth.
He lapped at her clit mercilessly.
Her whole body became hot!
Her cunt dripped until it was more moist!
Her legs went numb!
Her nipples became rock-hard and stood up and away from her body, as if pulled by unseen strings from the ceiling!
"AH!"
"AHHHHHH."
"AAAHHHHHHH."
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" It didn't take long before this bitch was enjoying her second orgasm! It became so tender it was painful. She pulled her cunt away from the man. She stood up and walked over to her bed. She threw herself upon it, not looking back or caring if the repairman followed. But he did follow!
His dirty, sweaty work clothes quickly became a pile on the floor and he was on top of her.
She was lying on her stomach, her face buried in some pillows and her hands running through her blonde hair.
He climbed on top of her back.
He grabbed her hands and put them on each side of her head and held them down there.
He began to rub up against her.
He humped the crack in her ass.
His dick, unseen to her, was enormous!
It was at least ten-or-eleven inches long and as big around as half-dollar.
The feel of the log rubbing up against her tight, tiny butt made her wince.
"He isn't going to try his way up the Hershey highway, not with that thing," she thought to herself.
The thought crossed his mind, and seemed quite appealing, but he dismissed it for the present.
He yanked up on her hips until she was supporting herself on her knees.
Her face was still buried in the pillows and he held her by the wrists.
She groaned into the pillows.
Her pussy had become soggy enough from all of the excitement to make a spot on the sheets.
His dick was rock hard and with one solid thrust he sent it up between the quivering lips of her cunt. "UH-UH-UHHHHHH!" She began to pant. It was too much for her! She was frightened!
She had never been filled up this much before!
He wasted no time working himself up to full gallop!
He pumped and pumped!
He thrust his cock with quick devastating blows up inside her pubis.
Her whole body shook with each ram!
As he doggie-fucked her, he got full view of that gorgeous tight, young ass!
He leaned over it and felt it against his burly, muscled chest.
"AAAH!"
"OH, FUCK ME!"
"I'VE NEVER HAD A MAN SO STRONG OR SO BIG BEFORE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
He whammed his cock up into her.
Each powerful thrust made her eyes bug-out a little.
She could almost feel it in her throat. "I'M GONNA ... I'M GONNA...."
"AAAAAAAAAAAH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"