Chapter 2

By early afternoon, she had made three small sales, and had left her card with four women who said they might call if the samples she had left with them didn't break them out. Tired, she stopped by a cafe and had lunch, wondering when she would start seeing the big sales that the representative had told her would surely come.

The case felt heavier with each block she covered. Many people weren't home during the day, she found. That put a limit on her probable sales in the worst way. In order for her to reach enough potential customers, would she have to make the rounds in the evenings, or on weekends? She hoped not. It would cut too drastically into her time with Jason.

At one house, she noticed that a car was in the drive, and her spirits perked up. With a brisk step, she went to the front door and rang the bell. When there was no answer, she knocked, knowing that someone should be there.

In a moment, a man came to the door, looking rumpled and half asleep. He seemed ready to snarl at her, and abruptly changed his mind.

"I work nights," he muttered. "Guess I should put up a sign or something. What do you want?"

"Oh, um, I didn't mean to bother you," she apologized. "I'm, a salesperson for Tahitian Cove products. If you'd like, I could leave you my card and some samples, then if you'd want to buy anything, just give me a call."

"Tahitian Cove, huh?" he asked, opening the door wider. "Aw, hell. Come on in. At least you aren't selling encyclopedias."

She walked in cautiously, smiling, looking at the man with some awe. He stood well over six feet and was broad. Clad only in jeans, his muscular chest looked like a furry barrel, yet she could tell there wasn't any fat on him.

"Show me what you've got," he said, startling her.

"What?" she gasped.

"What you're selling," he replied. "Sit down on the couch and show me something."

"Oh," she said meekly. "Um, it's my first day. I haven't got the feel of it, uh, for it yet."

The man was handsome, ruggedly so. She tried to not stare at him, his blonde hair, his deep brown eyes, but couldn't help herself. After she fumbled with the latches on the case for a few seconds, he sat next to her and opened it for her.

"Pretty stuff," he said. "Isn't it for women?"

"Well, not really," she tried to explain, taking out a sample of soap and tearing off the wrapper. "See? It has an unusual odor, but not feminine."

He sniffed it, then looked her in the eye. "So that's what you're wearing. I smelled it when I came to the door." He leaned close. "Don't take this wrong, honey, but when it hit my nose, I got an instant hard-on."

She felt her face heat up. "Oh. Um, it is, rather exotic, I suppose."

His hand slid across her shoulder, his fingers gently massaging her neck. She looked into his eyes, too enraptured to break the sultry stare. Soon, he moved nearer, his head bending toward hers. Then his lips met hers, hesitantly at first, and then, when she didn't push him away, with silent desire.

Arlene was shivering as the man took her solidly against him. Yet even as she felt bewildered by what was going on, her hands were seeking out his muscular bulk, feeling the rippling muscles in his arms, touching him along his shoulders and neck. Her pussy was heating up, responding to his kiss. Brazenly, she slid her tongue into his mouth, which made him grow even more passionate.

"I've gotta fuck you," he muttered, kissing her hair. "Tell me it's all right, baby. Say you want me."

"Yes," she replied, amazed at herself. "Fuck me. Please." Snarling, he got up and lifted her into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her down, quickly stripping her, and then himself. It was only once they were both naked that he slowed his almost headlong attack and fondled her leisurely.

"Your cock is big," she stated once she could speak.

"Not too big," he murmured. "Just big enough."

His lips traveled from hers down to her tits, stroking her silken skin. He lingered there, sucking at her nipples. After a while, he licked his way down her body to her pussy. At his gentle urging, she opened her legs for him.

Teasingly, he lapped at her clit. Sucking in her breath, she reached out and clutched at his head, holding him pressed to her pussy. His tongue trailed wet, tingling lines up and down her swollen cuntlips, making her clit throb for more.

Her ass undulated as his skillful tongue got her hornier. She marveled at his willingness to eat her pussy without rushing through it.

When he took her clit between his lips and sucked it as he had her nipples, she almost screamed. Her fingers tightened even more on his hair while she strained to push her cunt more securely into the man's face. Now wouldn't be the time to let him get away. She needed more of his tongue, his lips. She needed for him to make her cum with his wonderful mouth.

She felt his fingers slide into her cunthole, boring into her like a cock. Her asscheeks rolled, flexed, while her cuntal muscles grabbed at the man's fingers. Her pussy was oozing cream, juicing so much, it was dripping down her crack.

Then the man's lips squeezed her clit and the tip of his tongue began to lightly stab at it. Gritting her teeth, she arched her back in ecstasy. Yes. That was it. That would make her cum.

"Eeeaaahhh!" she wailed, tossing her head.

The man kept up his tormenting assault until her tremors ceased. Then he looked at her, a lewd grin on his face.

"I still want to fuck," he said huskily. "Do you?"

"Yes," she whispered, smiling shyly. "Come fuck me, you wonderful stud."

As he crawled up over her, she noticed again his massive build, and his large cock. She couldn't help licking her lips in anticipation of having that big prick inside her, reaching areas that Jason's cock never had.

She stroked his shoulders as he settled himself over her, thrusting up her hips to hasten the first electrifying contact with that fat cockhead. When it touched her pussylips, she groaned and tried even harder to make the big prick enter her and fill her up.

"Easy, baby," the man muttered. "We have plenty of time. Unless you have to hurry home to hubby."

"He's out of town," she said. "How did you know?"

"Your ring," he replied simply. "He's out of town, huh? Good. See, tonight, I'm off. We can fuck until we're worn out."

"Mmmmmm, nice," she sighed. "But, please. Put it in me. I want to feel your cock in my pussy."

"Sure, babe," he agreed. "Whatever you want."

The large cockhead stretched her ever so well, sliding into her welcoming cunt as though it belonged there. It bored relentlessly into her moist fuck-hole, sending tingles of delight throughout her anxious body. By the time his hairy balls touched her squirming ass, she was ready to be fucked to a cum.

"You're in me so deep," she murmured, gazing up at him. "Ooooh, what a huge cock you have! I don't want to wait any longer, lover! Fuck me with it now!"

His eyes glowed as he complied, watching her intently as he began fucking her. Arlene couldn't believe how good his prick felt, how far inside her it could go. She writhed under him, her pussy milking his cock every time he pulled back.

He wasn't pounding her with his cock; he didn't need to. The sheer length and bulk of it was sweet pleasure enough for her. While the large prick merely moved in and out, it sent heightened vibrations through her. For some reason, her cunt adored that prick, couldn't stop grabbing at it.

When he leaned down to kiss her, she pushed at him to keep him away. But he was determined, and the way he was fucking her made her become weak. With a moan of resignation, she let him put his mouth to hers, something she had never let Jason do after licking her pussy. She had always been afraid to taste her own juice, since the odor of it was so overpowering.

To her surprise, she found it not to be distasteful at all. In fact, the flavor was enticing, challenging her to become more aroused. Holding the man's head still, she ran her tongue along his lips, over his chin, inhaling the odor of her cream as she lapped it from his face.

He kept fucking her while she licked him clean. She could feel her heart pounding, thudding with the excitement flowing through her. She felt so evil, so free. It was as though she had only been playing at sex, and now was enjoying it the way she had always wanted.

Once she had licked her juice from his face, she nibbled at his lips, teasing him with her tongue. He was being too reserved, wasn't giving her a really raunchy fuck. Well, she would heat him up, one way or another. Then she would find out just how good he could be with that huge cock of his.

Suddenly, her lover growled deeply and trapped her mouth under his. Then, as though being unchained, he began to pile drive his mighty prick into her fuck-hole.

She almost fainted with joy. That plunging cock was tearing into her so beautifully she wanted to cry. Hungrily, she sucked on his tongue while her pussy began to spasm uncontrollably.

"Unnnnhhhhh!" she cried into his mouth as she came.

He kept bulldozing his cockmeat into her while she climaxed, urging her to continue. Yet, as usual, it was over before she was ready. Now satisfied, she kissed him sensuously, her hands stroking his shoulders, his hair, waiting for him to cum.

But he didn't. His prick slowed to a more leisurely pace, while he took full advantage of her willing lips. As though able to wait forever, he kept fucking her without shooting off.

The girl was enthralled with his stamina, never having suspected that a man could hold back so long. With Jason, she always had to hurry, or he couldn't wait for her. It was intriguing to be fucked by a man who exhibited such control.

He drew back, smiling down at her. His huge cock became still, relaxing in her swampy cunt.

"Hey," he said quietly. "What's your name?"

"Arlene," she answered, feeling peculiar.

"Hi, Arlene. I'm Tony."

"Mmmmmm, fuck me, Tony!" she pleaded. "You do it so well!"

As he resumed fucking her, his hands began to roam over her body. The lovely way he caressed her tits made her again at ease.

Squirming, she tried to force more contact between her clit and his cock. The way the meaty prick rubbed her clit was driving her insane. With a whimper, she rotated her asscheeks, fucking up at Tony with renewed passion. If any man could give her what she wanted, he could.

"More?" he asked thickly.

"Oh, please!" she quickly agreed. "Screw me like you were before, hard and deep! Make me cum!"

"I will," he promised. "As much as you want."

When he again attacked her cunt with savage strokes, she shrieked, awed by the power behind the pummeling prong. The man knew how to fuck, there was no doubt about it. And with the cock he had, he could really do it right. Each stroke sent her pussy into quivers of delight, small earthquakes of lust that wouldn't quit until they intensified enough to split her in two.

"Oh, God," she moaned, flailing her head. "Lover, you're driving me crazy with that cock!"

"Then cum," he urged huskily. "Do it, baby. Cum for me."

As she began to cum, he closed his mouth over hers, their cries of rapture blending into one. She could feel his prick spewing, the hot spunk coating her cuntal sheath. And it made her cum again.

Soon they lay quietly, softly kissing. Tony's prick was shrunken, lying peacefully in her sloppy fuck-hole. Arlene found the sensation to be quite pleasing.

"How long will your husband be gone?" the man asked abruptly.

"Until day after tomorrow," she said. "Why?"

"I'd like to see you again," he told her. "Would you want to come by and fuck again?"

"Of course," she said with a smile. "Um, if you were to order some of the Tahitian Cove things, I could have a real excuse for stopping by. But even if you don't, I'll come by, anyway."

"You know, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have some of the soap on hand," he mused. "After a hot fuck, you could clean up with it and nobody could guess you'd been fucking."

"Meaning my husband," she stated pointedly.

"Well, yeah," he said. "But other people, too. You want to smell fresh for your customers, not freshly fucked. It would make the housewives worried."

"I suppose," she agreed softly. "Tony?"

"Yeah?"

"Um, you said you'll be off tonight, didn't you?"

"That's right, baby."

"Would you, do you have any plans?" she asked cautiously. "A date or, anything?"

He began to grin. "No. Nothing's going on. Unless you've got an idea."

Blushing, she bit her hp. "I, uh, like how you fuck," she explained. "So if you wouldn't mind, I could come back later, after a few more tries door to door, and we could have some more fun."

"Sounds good to me," he mumbled. "What time?"

"Nine or so," she replied. "I'll have to work hard to get clients at first."

"Honey, you didn't have to work much to get me to try your stuff," he assured her. "In fact, I was probably your easiest sale all day."

"And the horniest," she said with a laugh. "But I couldn't expect to find more guys like you." She frowned. "That is, well, I didn't fuck you to make you buy something."

"I know," the man responded. "You needed it, just like I did."

He kissed her gently, then got up, pulling her along with him. Silently, he led her to the bathroom.

"Stay here," he ordered. "I'll go find that soap."

He was back in a minute, handing her the small bar while he grinned lewdly.

"It still smells too damned sexy," he told her. "If you come back tonight, we might try a bath together, and get really hot."

"If?" she repeated. "Why wouldn't I come back?"

Instead of answering, he gave her a sensuous kiss, then left her alone to think about it. While she cleaned up, using the special soap, she tried to reason out Tony's remark. For a while, it remained a total puzzle. And then she caught sight of herself in the mirror over the sink.

Her face was flushed, her eyes glowing with excitement. Her red hair was tangled, in disarray. The smell of the soap permeated the air. Damn, she felt sexy as hell, and looked it, too. She was ready to fuck any guy who asked her, and might even fuck him if he didn't.

She hurried up and finished, then went to find her clothes. Tony was dressed already and sitting on the bed, her things neatly laid out and waiting for her.

"I will be back tonight," she swore, smiling at him. "Whether it's nine or midnight."

"Okay," he grunted. "I'll be here."

Once she was dressed, he walked with her back into the living room. When she began to gather up her things, he stopped her.

"I'd like to place my order now," he said.

"You don't have to," she replied. "I could leave an order blank and some samples, and give you more time to decide."

"Now," he insisted. "We'll be too busy later."

Her cunt tingled as she nodded. "All right. If you're sure."

"I am, baby."

In a few minutes, she had his order and was again ready to go. She left several samples of each product on the coffee table, so that he, and she, could use them later. When she got to the door, she found she didn't want to leave. Turning hastily, she pressed herself against Tony and kissed him deeply. Then, without another word, she left.