Chapter 7
When Steve's cock exploded in her mouth, the sucking secretary gulped hungrily.
He made it a point to hold her head in place as he shot his wad in her face. He didn't want her to spit any of it out.
Once she had finished devouring his cock juice, she slipped off his penis tip.
"Are you satisfied?" he grinned.
She nodded. "I guess I'd better be running along now. I wouldn't want to interfere with your important business work."
"I always put pleasure before business," Steve smiled.
That evening when he came home, Melinda was in a rotten mood.
"How's everything, dear?" she asked him.
"Just fine, love," he assured her.
"No hanky-panky?" she smiled with a certainty.
"No way," he assured her. "I've been a good boy. You don't have to worry about me."
"Oh, but I do, dear," she assured him. "I don't trust you one bit."
At that point Steve thought he'd had enough.
"Mentioning trusting," he said evenly, "I don't know how far I can trust you when I'm at work."
"You can save your obscenities for the four walls," Melinda informed him as she coolly left him alone.
Once Steve was alone, he realized he shouldn't have gotten so uptight. He had no idea what Melinda was up to but he was worried.
In the meantime, Melinda decided she was going to go looking for sex. If her husband could fool around with women he picked up anywhere he could, she could do the same thing, too.
She went to a cozy neighborhood bar called, Tim's Office. It was a very attractive bar with low-key lighting. She sat down on a bar stool and hoped that some young tiger would come over and put the make on her. She was disappointed, however, when a gray-haired older man sat down by her and began complimenting her on her appearance.
"Buzz off," she told him.
"You don't need to get nasty," the older man told her abruptly. "Some day you're not gonna look so super, either, honey. Your tits will sag and you will wish that you could have a man like me. I happen to be a mature, sophisticated lover. And I would know how to take care of a tart like you in bed."
"Drop dead," she shrieked.
At that point she left him. She was about to go out the door when she noticed a nice-looking Latin enter. She was attracted by his brown eyes which seemed to penetrate her.
"What's your rush?" he smiled as he looked at her.
"Oh, hi," she smiled.
"Hello," he said in a mellow voice, as he glanced at her physical adornments.
She was pleased that he had responded to her. And she was determined that he was not going to get away from her.
"You know, baby," he told her, "you and I could chat and have a good time together."
She agreed. "There's some character that's trying to put the make on me over there," she said, glancing over her shoulder. "I'd like to clear out of here, if you don't mind."
He agreed and they left together.
"There's a place down the street," he told her, "that I think you'll like. Giovanni's Bar."
"Oh, I've heard a lot about that place," she told him. "I think it would be fun to go there."
Now she was prepared to go with him. And he was equally exhilarated at the prospect of having a good time with her.
"You know, baby," he told her when they were finally seated in an intimate comer at the Giovanni Bar, "you really have sex appeal."
"Apparently you're awfully horny," she told him.
"I'm horny," he admitted, "but you are beautiful. I mean, you have an inner glow that surfaces and radiates all over you,"
"Stop it," she giggled. "Of course, it's the truth, but you shouldn't be so bold in telling me."
At that point he introduced himself.
"My name is Paul," he told her, "and what is yours?"
"Melinda," she smiled her best.
Paul's hand went to Melinda's thigh. He patted her affectionately.
"Melinda," he told her, "I hope you're a real swinger. You know the kind I mean. A woman who appreciates life and what it was meant to be."
"Of course I do," Melinda nodded quietly. "As a matter of fact, baby, there's nothing I would love more than getting together with you sexually. You really have a lot of sexual appeal."
"I think I do," he told her.
She was pleased to have him paying so much attention to her.
"Baby," he smiled at her, "how would you like it if I sucked you all over? I'm a natural tongue man."
"You sound so perverse," she replied. "You shouldn't talk that way to a lady."
He turned around and laughed.
"Where's the lady?"
That struck Melinda as very funny. Boldly she reached under the table and gripped his cock.
"I should be in the movies," she laughed. "The girl in that picture, Shampoo, wanted to suck the guy's dick off. And that's exactly what I want to do to you, darling. I want to suck your cock. I hope you don't mind."
"That's fine," Paul said quietly, "but not here. Our society is changing, but it hasn't gone that far yet."
"Where can we go, baby?" she asked hungrily. "I want to lick you and suck you and have you fuck and suck and lick me. Oh, baby, I can hardly wait."
"Quit drooling," Paul told her. "We could get in trouble if we tried anything here. I mean, we can't be too careful about it."
"You bet we can," she smiled knowingly.
At this point Paul's arms went around her. Just then the cocktail waitress came over to ask for their drink order.
"This is a bar, not a motel," she told them. "Now what do you want to drink?"
"I don't think I want anything to drink here," Paul told her flatly, "if you're gonna act that way about it. At least, you could be subtle."
"Subtle, my ass," the waitress told him. "You're always bringing chicks in here and buying beer and leaving. I don't dig that scene. You could at least have bough some hard liquor."
Paul felt she was greedy.
"If you weren't a woman," he told her, "I would-"
"You would what?" the waitress confronted him boldly. "I dare you. Just lay a finger on me. I've got a good lawyer."
Turning to Melinda, Paul asked her if she'd care to leave.
"I certainly do," she assured him. "And that waitress can get lost."
"Look hustler," the waitress quipped, "I've seen your kind before. I don't want you dirtying up our good reputation."
"Good reputation, my ass," Melinda said as she got to her feet. "I'm no hustler. I'm a married woman."
"What are you doing out with that man?" the waitress asked her. "Paul is always bringing any chick he can pick up in here. Your husband ought to know what you're doing, darling. Why should he support you when you're running around throwing your pussy at every man you meet."
Finally the bartender came over.
"Let's stop all this bickering," he said good-naturedly. "Just because Paul wants a piece of ass and you are jealous 'cause he doesn't put the make on you anymore, doesn't mean he can't sit here and drink. I'm gonna fire you, Betty, if you bother him again."
Betty walked away in a huff.
"I guess you're quite the Romeo around here," Melinda observed."
"A few girls do like me," he admitted quite candidly.
Now he was eager to discover just exactly what she had in mind. Melinda simply explained that her husband did not want to make love to her the way she wanted him to. She said she liked to love Greek style and the French way. Paul understood. She didn't have to say another word.
"So you've got ants in your pants to screw with me," he smiled.
"Baby, I'm smitten on you," she said as she patted his cock again.
The waitress picked it up. She turned to the bartender.
"You're gonna lose your liquor license," she warned him, "letting people carry on like that in a respectable bar."
The bartender said nothing. Paul went over and left him a five-dollar tip.
"Thanks for telling that worthless waitress to stop giving me lip," Paul told him as he left.
He picked out a nearby motel. It wasn't anything fancy. It had a big sing up front, "Waterbeds And Color Movies."
"Do they show fuck films here?" Melinda asked eagerly, like a small girl.
"You bet your ass they do," he told her. "And they tell it like it is. You would really enjoy the films they're showing here, honey."
He registered as man and wife while she waited outside. Going back to the motel room, Melinda looked at Paul with longing in her heart.
"This is going to be an interesting experience," she told him. "I need a sex teacher. Are you gonna teach me?"
"You bet I am," Paul told her. "I'm gonna teach you how to make love. A lot of people don't know how. They don't understand how important the mouth is."
Paul was getting a big charge out of her innocence. And he also was eager to discover just exactly what she expected. When they got inside their room she immediately jumped up and down on the waterbed.
"Take your clothes off first," he told her. "I'm not paying out all this loot so you can just jump up and down on the bed. Baby, I want to see what those tits look like naked."
It didn't take her long to expose her huge bosoms to his view. It stimulated and aroused Paul to glance at her gorgeous breasts.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "your tits are tremendous."
She was glad that he was impressed with her.
"You're beautiful," he told her, "and I'll bet you, baby, we are gonna have a good time getting acquainted."
As they both undressed, Paul gave a turn to the controls on the color television set. Immediately an erotic picture came on the screen. There was a good-looking black man lying on his back. A gorgeous white gal with flame-red hair was down around his crotch. The camera closed in on the girl's hands as she slipped them under his black buttocks. Then the camera zoomed in on her tongue slipping to the black man's tight anal opening.
"Watch that," Paul laughed. "See what she's doing with her tongue. That's what I want you to do, baby. And that's what I want to do to you."
Paul pulled back the bedspread and the blanket and top sheet of the waterbed.
"Hop aboard, baby," he told her. "Fuck time."
She looked at him and lusty desire and craving filled her heart. She had come prepared. She had her pussy jelly in her purse. She had some KY that she'd brought along in its tube that a lover could use on his penis in the event he wanted to slip it to her from behind. She lay there now, watching the television screen just as Paul told her to.
"That chick has. a lot of technique in her tongue," he informed her. "You see how she swings around his asshole. She's gonna slide deeper and deeper. She's gonna get him more and more aroused. Isn't that beautiful?"
She had to agree that it was indeed an erotic sight to see the tongue sliding into his asshole.
"Suck his ass, honey," Paul called out to the man. "Now you're doing it. Suck ass."
It got her aroused just looking at it.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told him. "Now you're doing it. That's the way. Come on."
The tongue stabbing up the rectum apparently was giving him all of the sensuous excitement he could ask for. At this point the tongue gliding up the asshole kept him entertained.
"Eat my butt just like she's eating his asshole,"
Paul lay back on the bed. He raised his ass up on pillows so she could easily slip her tongue right up his rectum.
"Eat my butt," he insisted.
She spared nothing now. Her tongue swung to his tight anal channel. Out of the corner of her eyes she watched the redhead on the television screen sucking the black man's asshole. She duplicated the tongue movements herself.
"Oh, that's sweet sucking," he told her. "Baby, you're beautiful. You're doing it just like I like it. Come on, honey, keep your tongue swinging. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Tongue it."
He was becoming more and more aroused. The erotic pleasure that he felt at this pitch of passion had him shaking.
"Come on, ass eater," he told Melinda, "lick it. Stick it up there."
Paul's crude ways disturbed her. Nevertheless, she tried to control herself and not object to anything he said. She had promised him that she would entertain him any way he requested. Melinda was trying to make good on her promise.
As her tongue swing up his rectum all the way, just as he wanted her to, she noticed the woman on the television screen was reaching for the black man's gigantic penis. Paul ordered her to do the same thing.
"Reach for my cock," he told her, "and pull on it."
Reaching forward for his penis, she pulled on it slowly.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Baby, you are beautiful. Pull on it. Faster. That's just like I like it. Pull on my pecker."
With methodical movements she pulled Paul's enormous penis up and down.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "does that ever feel super. A rim job and a jerk-off. Keep it up, darling."
She was pleased that she had made him so excited and so happy. She went on pulling on his penis and tonguing his hot, tight asshole.
It wasn't going to be much longer before his cock exploded.
"When she eats his pecker," Paul told her, "I want you to slide your mouth over my dick stick. And I don't want you to take it off until I've squirted my sperm in your mouth. And, baby, none of this crap about not wanting to finish. You not only suck, you swallow."
Her mouth moved up and down now as she held his ass higher at a new angle so she could penetrate further up his rectum.
Now as the girl on the television screen moved her mouth from the black man's behind to his cock, Paul ordered her to do likewise.
"Lick my pecker," he begged her.
She reached for his cock and pulled on it smoothly.
"Pull it off," he told her. "That's what I want you to do. Pull my pecker."
She stroked his huge penis.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Now you're doing it. That's like I like it. Jerk it."
Paul was getting his jerk job. He loved the sensation of her hand pumping on his penis. Melinda was determined that she was going to please Paul. She knew it wouldn't be easy as he expected plenty. However, she tried to watch the excellent demonstration of cock sucking on the television screen.
Letting her mouth travel from the base of his penis to the tip, she was giving him some great erotic satisfaction.
"Come on," he ordered her, "suck it for me. That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Keep it up."
Her head bobbed up and down the length of his penis shaft. When she noticed that the girl on the television screen was fingering her lover's asshole, Melinda decided she ought to do the same thing.
Letting her index finger slide up Paul's behind while she let her mouth move up and down the length of his penis, pleased him.
"Now you are sucking," he told her. "And you're doing a super job. Keep it up. Ohhh, cock eater."
Reaching out, he gripped her head and held her in place. He threw one leg over her shoulder. His hot inner thigh pressed against her cheek.
"Oh, baby," he exclaimed, "I love it when you blow me like that. Keep it up. I can't stand it. Suck me. Suck me off."
She was sucking at such a good tempo that she knew it couldn't be much longer until he got his gun off.
"I'm going to feed you a good load of cum," Paul promised.
Raising his other leg over her shoulder, he went on jabbing her mouth with his long penis. She enjoyed the sensation of his thick penis sliding down her throat. She wanted to feel his juice shooting into her. She wanted to suck it all out.
"Yes, yes," he cried out in sexual ecstasy, "I'm cuming. Swallow me."
Sure enough, Paul shot her his wad. His hot, sweet sperm juice tasted marvelous to her.
"Eat it," he ordered her. "Yes, baby, yes. Suck and swallow it."
Once she had finished servicing him, she eased her mouth off his shaft. Just then the television screen switched. There was a beautiful girl with her legs outspread and the same black man was going down on the girl. He began with her breasts and licked down to her pussy. Instantly Melinda picked up on this scene.
"Now that's the type of picture I like," she smiled. "I think it's time for you to entertain me."
Paul didn't have to be persuaded. For he was eager to demonstrate what he could do with his tongue.