Chapter 4
"What's with you and Tony?" Mr, Stouben inquired.
"How do you mean?" Barney asked, his heart stopping a beat Had Tony told him what had happened?
"He keeps making these snide little remarks about you. He doesn't think much of our work, apparently."
"Are you satisfied with my work, Mr. Stouben?" Barney asked.
"I think you're catching on very well, but it's important for my staff members to get along with each other," said Mr. Stouben, looking worried, gnawing at his fingernail, a nervous habit he had.
"I found out a long time ago the whole world can't love you," Barney said.
Mr. Stouben nodded worriedly. Then he dismissed Barney, telling him he would have him work with another art director for the time being.
During the next six months Barney worked hard, very hard. He would bump into Tony in the corridors and they would nod curtly at each other and then go about their business. Barney was still enjoying sexual relations with June and Penny and a number of other pretty girls. He was working hard and playing hard. Mr. Stouben assigned him to an important liquor account, and Barney came up with a catchy headline that seemed to sell more merchandise for the company. Barney was excellent at coming up with catchy headlines and themes that caught the public's imagination and sold more merchandise, and that was what advertising was all about.
At the end of the six month period, Barney was promoted to associate creative director and was now earning $14,000 a year. He had moved into a more expensive apartment and bought a brand new Buick which he used primarily on weekends. Driving in the city, he found, was next to impossible, particularly during the week. He generally took a cab to work. He had dinner out every night with a different pretty girl and, more often that not, took her to bed with him either in his apartment or hers. Life was sweet.
Then one night, he got a phone call from Amelia. She had come to New York and wanted to see him. Christ, he thought, how do I get out of this? He said he was tied up that evening, but he could see her the following evening. How long did she plan to stay in New York?
"Permanently," said Amelia, "I'm going to find a job. Is there anything open in your place?"
"Not as far as I know " said Barney, "But I'll ask."
Like hell he would. If there was one thing he didn't want, it was Amelia cramping his style. He liked her well enough, but she had marriage on her mind and she had probably come to New York with the thought of eventually marrying him. He was having too good a time playing the field to think of getting married.
She was stopping temporarily at the Barbizon Plaza until she found an apartment. He picked her up the following evening and took her to a Chinese restaurant on the East Side. She looked lovely. She told him she had gotten a job as a secretary in an insurance broker's office for $125 a week. Not bad, considering she didn't have too much experience. She would have to brush up on her typing and stenography.
"How do you like your job?" Amelia asked casually.
"It's very exciting," Barney replied, smiling at her. "Something different every day. I now have half a dozen copywriters under my supervision and we work on liquor accounts, carpet accounts, auto leasing accounts, a dairy company-just about every product imaginable. It keeps me hopping. I have to put in long hours but I don't mind."
He didn't tell her that the long hours included rather hectic lovemaking sessions with June, Penny, and some of the other delectable cuties at the agency. In fact, he had cancelled one such session that very evening to be with Amelia, feeling he owed it to her.
She asked him how to go about finding an apartment, and he told her to get the New York Times in the morning and go through the classified section. He warned her that it wouldn't be easy.
They enjoyed the dinner and talking about old times back in Vermont, and then it was ten p.m. and he took her back to her hotel. When they got up to her room, he helped her off with her coat. He caught a whiff of her perfume and felt his penis twitch with desire. But he would have to play it cool, he knew.
"Are you tired?" he inquired solicitously. "Maybe you'd better get to bed early. You probably have a big day ahead of you tomorrow. I know I have."
"No, no, I'm not tired at all. Stay a while, Barney, and let's talk about us."
"What is there to say?" he asked cautiously. "We know all there is to know about each other."
"How can you say that?" Amelia asked, "I haven't seen you in months and so many exciting things have happened to you. What have you been doing socially, if I'm not being too personal?"
Barney evaded the question and instead got her to tell him about herself. Her parents were dead-set against her coming to New York, for obvious reasons. After he had left Vermont, she had been seeing Dick Evans, a real estate man. Dick wanted to marry her, but she wasn't in love with him. She had only gone out with him because she was lonely.
"Did you go to bed with him?" Barney asked, jealous in spite of himself.
"That's a rather personal question," Amelia said, catching the note of jealousy in his voice. "No, I didn't, if you must know."
He seized her and kissed her, crushing her breasts to his chest. She reached down and seized his penis, squeezing it hard.
She felt his tool throb under the softly caressing, squeezing pressure of her fingers. He groaned deep in his throat and his tongue went half way to the back of her mouth, curling wetly and sweetly around her own tongue. They were both ready for each other at this juncture. She had awakened the animal in him and his hands were on the firm, jutting fullness of her ripe breasts. He cupped them, doing the same thing to the creamy curving mounds and pink, quivering nipples that she was doing to his stiff tool.
Her nipples popped out against the silky softness of her blouse and lifted against the rubbing pressure of his hands. She looked down and saw the sudden bulge growing along the right side of his crotch, just where his very tight pants rounded the muscular curve of his upper leg. Her pink nipples quivered like cherries on the crest of a jello mountain. He thrilled at the petal-soft feel of her nipples. Her soft womanflesh quivered as he cupped both hands over her boobs, tickling them, squeezing them, caressing them with all the passion he was capable of.
"Take all your clothes off," he whispered.
"You take them off," she said.
He complied, his hands making love to every inch of her lovely body as he undressed her slowly and voluptuously. His hand cupped her mons veneris, the silky pubic hair moist under his fingers as his index finger sought her slit. Suddenly the finger slipped into the greasy ooziness of her cunny and she moaned in delight, her head thrown back in ecstasy. His finger went in-in-in until it made contact with her clitoris and she almost swooned at the lovely tickling sensation. His finger probed her very core going in and out and around and round, his nail acting like a French tickler as it dug into the moist inner flesh of her slit.
"Do you know what I like?" she softly inquired.
"I have an idea but I'm not exactly sure," he said.
"I want to do it on top of you. Slide down you as slowly as I possibly can. Make it last as long as I possibly can. Do you mind?"
"Do I mind?" he laughed, desire welling up deep within his crotch, "Not at all. I like it in all positions."
She gently pushed him down until he lay prone, his huge, quivering tool standing bolt upright. She gave it a tender little kiss and he groaned with pleasure. The feeling of her soft, red lips on his penis was wonderful and for one moment he wished she would continue with the lass. Well, that would come later.
She straddled him, her legs wide apart, fitting the lips of her velvety slit to the thick, fleshy, curving tip of his tool.
She poised herself for a moment on top of him, luxuriating in the sweetness of the sensation of his penis penetrating the entrance to her cunny. It tickled sol There was nothing in this world better than screwing. She loved to screw and to suck and be sucked, the feeling of a strong, muscular male body on top or, in this case, underneath her.
She propped her hands on either side of him, gently sighing, as inch by inch she slowly let her furry tunnel slide down his flagpole of flesh. Heaven, sheer heaven. The lips of her vagina tightly clutched onto the curving pole of his flesh as it slid down, down, down, sending delicious shivers up and down her spine.
"Ahhh," he groaned sensuously as her hips came to rest on his body. She didn't move for a moment or two, true to her promise to make it last as long as possible. He raised his hands up and felt for her ripe, full breasts, treasuring the satiny-smooth feel of the blue-veined skin curving upwards so magnificently.
"I love your breasts," he murmured, his eyes half closed in rapture. "I love your cunt-"
"And I love your-" she paused delicately, "Can I say it?"
"Go ahead, say it. I want to hear you say it."
"All right. Your cock. Your sweet delicious cock. It feels so big and thick and huge inside me. I love it. Well make it last a long time, won't we? Won't we?"
"Yes, darling. I'll hold back as much as I can. Now wriggle your hips just a little bit."
She obeyed his tender instructions, wriggling her curving hips so that he could feel her slit revolving slowly about his upright penis. The moist flesh of her vagina enveloped his tool, surrounded it, clutched at it sweetly and tightly. Then she very slowly again raised her body up-up-up, the tickling sensation driving both of them crazy with pleasure. When she was completely separated from his tool, she poised on top of him for a moment, deliberately tantalizing him.
Then she lay down on top of him horizontally, her thighs pressing his tool tightly, squeezing it hard. She kissed him, her tongue meeting his tongue and curling around it wetly, their warm saliva mixing, both their mouths open wide and kissing very hard, their eyes closed in passionate rapture. They kissed for what seemed an eternity while her thighs wrapped tightly around his penis which stood up angry and red and devouring.
"Darling," she murmured, "I love the way your cock feels between my legs. It feels so-so huge!" Then she asked him if she could kiss it a little. She wanted to excite him, but not too much.
"By all means!" he gasped, dying for the touch of her red lips on his dong.
She lay down next to him, her lovely head near his crotch and bent over it, opening her red mouth wide, the warm saliva dripping down on his tool. Then she swallowed the thick, juicy tip of it, savoring the drop of acrid semen oozing out of the tiny hole, rolling it around on her tongue.
Inch by inch, her mouth slowly crept down the length of his quivering penis, sucking away voraciously, sliding up and down, up and down sending delicious shivering tickles racing throughout his body. She squeezed her lips on his flesh, her cheeks bulging, her tongue curling wetly around his tool. She licked and licked away, causing him to writhe underneath her onslaught, sucking voraciously on his flesh, savoring the peculiarly male taste of it. Her head bobbed up and down and she kept brushing her hair out of the way. Then she took her pink tipped breast and pressed the nipple to the tip of his tool, brushing the nipple voluptuously against the dripping tool. She did this for about five minutes, revelling in the sweetly tickling sensation of his hot penis on her nipple; then she did the same with her other nipple. Then she pressed both curving white breast together and squeezed his penis between her breasts, rubbing it up and down between the twin mounds.
Now his finger sought her slit and found the moist lips and slipped up inside. Her supple body writhed and undulated underneath his probing finger, and she rubbed her titties harder and harder against his tool.
"I've had enough playing around," he whispered, "Let's screw now. What do you say?"
"Okay," she gasped, hungry for his tool to begin its wicked work.
He whipped her body around so that she was facing away from him, bent over. He seized her luscious hips as tightly as he could and plunged into the treasure trove, sliding all the way in, meeting no resistance. He leaned forward as his loins slipped into her firm buttocks and grasped her hanging breasts that felt so firm and full underneath his clasp. He slowly withdrew his tool, the tickling sensation absolutely exquisite, then plunged in deep again, groaning and murmuring in his delight. The slapping of thighs against buttocks resounded in the room.
As he rose to near climax, he lessened the rhythm to hold back on the sweetness of it. For the time being, he squeezed and clutched at her firm, melon-like breasts, tickling and twiddling the thick, juicy nipples. Her eyes were closed with ecstatic fervor as he plunged harder and harder into her, steadily ramming away into her treasure trove from the back entrance, his thighs close to her curving buttocks.
She reached back to cup his bouncing balls as he began to work up a second frenzy in her sweet, moist pussy. The feel of her graceful fingers on his globes conjured up an image of utmost sexual bliss once again, and he could feel the surge of monstrous tides with his body. As the fluids of manhood surged and roared in his loins, he rammed and battered against her luscious buttocks and, almost in a hypnotic state, climaxed.
Whoooosh! The thick hot semen gushed forth into her cunny and he tore savagely at her hanging full breasts, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his tool dug deep into her, his thighs welded to her buttocks in a frenzy of pure, unadulterated passion.
They sank to the floor, writhing and groaning, their bodies as one. His legs wrapped around her legs and she squeezed her cunny tightly about his tool, extracting the last delicious juices from it.
Waves of tickling feeling enveloped both of them and their bodies shuddered with the ecstasy of it all.
His mouth was in her ear. "Have enough?" he inquired.
"For the time being," she whispered. "Only for the time being."