Chapter 5
"What do you say we have lunch together today?" Tony asked Barney one morning around eleven.
Barney couldn't believe his ears. "What's the occasion?" he asked, cautiously.
"No particular occasion, I just think it's silly for two grown men to harbor grudges." He stuck his hand out. "Shake?"
They shook hands. "I'm glad you feel that way, Tony," Barney said, "I'd like to work with you again. In my opinion, you're the best art director we have in the agency."
Tony thanked him and said he had been watching his work and he felt Barney was doing great work. He would be only too happy to work with him again. They made a date to have lunch at one. Barney had mixed feelings about Tony. On the one hand, he was genuinely glad to make up with him; on the other hand, he didn't quite trust Tony. A small, warning voice within him told him to be careful.
At lunch, Tony was utterly charming. He told Barney about his background. He had studied art at Cooper Union nights while working days in a small agency, learning all about advertising agency procedure. It .was a rough business but very lucrative, and that was one thing Tony D'Onofrio was interested in-money. Money and sex.
"That's what just about everybody on this earth is interested in," Barney said, "Money and sex. And food."
"Eating," said Tony, grinning, "A girl in this small agency I worked for taught me how to eat it. Now I love it."
"Really?" said Barney, "That's one thing I've never done." He had, of course, but he felt it was none of Tony's business what his sexual idiosyncracies were.
Tony told him about the girl. They were naked in the office one day. She was in heat for him and he wanted her very much, too....
He touched her gently, putting his hands on her naked waist and pulling her body towards his naked body. His lips parted and they kissed, their tongues intermingling. She could feel his huge tool throbbing against her body, stabbing between her creamy thighs. His hands clutched at her upcurving breasts and her nipples were hard and erect and quivering, thrusting to meet his touch.
He laid her down on the couch and bent over to kiss her lovely breasts. He took her right nipple between his teeth and nibbled gently at it, nibbling, sucking, licking until she thought she would perish with the sweet pleasure of it.
His hand slid between her thighs and she spread open wide for him. She felt his hand on her furry slit, then his finger sliding in deep and she sighed with delight. It tickled so! His finger slid in and out, in and out and the ring on his finger acted as a catalyst of pleasure, bumping against her moist inner cunt flesh. Her hips rose to meet his joy finger, and she reached down and seized his tool in her right hand, squeezing it hard. It felt so thick and long and gigantic in her palm, quivering with a life of its own. It was truly immense, ready for her. She wanted to bend down and suck it, give him pleasure. She wanted the pleasure of feeling the thick juiciness of his male flesh in her mouth.
He was working his finger in and out of her slit and she was wet, dribbling with love juice trickling down between her supple, white thighs. Then he took his dripping wet finger and put it in his mouth, licking the acrid love juice and loving the female taste of it. He bent down and kissed her moist cunny, and she quivered with passion.
She couldn't stand it, the sweet pleasure of it, and she begged him, "Please come into me, darling."
But he liked the taste of her slit, and he mouthed it and licked it and sucked away, devouring her female flesh avidly, his tongue darting in like an avenging angel to encounter her clitoris. It curled around her little tool wetly licking it and giving her immense pleasure. He mouthed the lips of her slit, rubbing his mouth up and down her furry entrance, the tongue darting in and out, in and out, inexorably licking away, and her love juices seeping out on his tongue as he swallowed the pearly white drops of her come.
Then he kissed her on the mouth hard and she could taste her own come. She loved it, her tongue curling around his tongue to swap saliva and her own love juices. His buttocks drew back and his tool went down into her hard, plunging into her with all the strenth of his virile maleness.
Her legs curled around his strong back, pressing his body into hers. He was moving in and out, back and forth, his gigantic penis wet with the mucous discharges of her pussy, plunging, thrusting. Her orgasms were welling up in her and sending delicious, delightful tickles radiating throughout her beautiful body.
There was nothing she could do now but ride with his passion, because now his passion was her passion. She was caught on the spear of his desire and she wriggled her hips voluptuously and wantonly, receiving his spear deep in the very core of her being. He pumped away savagely and brutally, her fingernails digging into his muscular shoulders urging him on, although he certainly needed no urging.
"I love to screw," he panted, "I love the feeling of your slit closing tight on my pecker. God, I love it!"
"You have such a big tool," she said, squirming under his weight, "It's so b-i-g and huge and juicy. I love it!"
He laughed happily and rose above her to kiss her. He kissed her breasts, mouthing her nipples and the silky-smooth skin of her supple breasts, biting them gently.
Her breasts were wet with his saliva, the blue veins glistening against the creamy whiteness of the curving flesh. Then he kissed her firm, flat belly, burying his mouth in her navel and her fingers were in his ears, pushing his head down to her mons veneris. Then his mouth was in her curly pubic' hair and his head was revolving around and around and his mouth was probing at her slit with his tongue, spreading open the lips of her pussy. Lick lick lick, she could hear the delicious wet licking sounds of his mouth on her cunny, and the tickling sensation was nothing short of heavenly. She came several times and he licked up the pearly white love juice, rolling it around on his tongue. Heaven, sheer heaven.
Then she bent down and kissed his tool. He groaned a little with the pleasure of it even before she parted her soft red lips and took the tip of his fleshy tool into her mouth. Then he was lying flat on his back, his eyes closed, and she sucked away at him ferociously, her head bobbing up and down as she brushed her hair away.
Then she knew he was on the point of coming, and she wanted sex the regular way, so she regretfully stopped sucking him.
"Shove it deep into me," she groaned, "Do it hard! Hard!"
She was whimpering and moaning and revolving her buttocks and her stomach undulated underneath his. She gasped and opened her creamy thighs wide as he directed his monstrous tool between her moist lips. He paused an instant, heard his own animal-like grunting, then shoved hard as he grasped her pounding buttocks.
She moaned, froze for a second, and then locked her legs around him as he mashed her mouth with his, crushing the lips together in a paroxysm of animal passion.
She twisted muscles in her body and worked her buttocks and stomach grinding underneath him, and her nails and teeth left small painful trails from his shoulders to his thighs. With each move, his tool sank deeper and deeper into her cunny. He reached down for her supple, curving buttocks, cupping them in his muscular hands, and brought them up close to his penis. She heaved upwards until her hips met his straining stomach and digging tool. Their bodies were like one. Then he slowly withdrew his dripping tool. The tickling sensation was absolutely heavenly as, inch by inch, his tool came out of her slit. It withdrew until just about half an inch was left inside. He waited, poised, master of the situation until she begged him to come into her again-and deepl
"Say please," he joked, bending down and kissing her upcurving breasts, his tongue coming out to lick at the pink nipples.
"Please, pretty please, anything you say, darling, only shove it all the way into me. Shove it hard!"
He did as she wished, slowly sliding his monstrous pecker into her thirsty vagina inch by inch until it was caught up in the moist fastnesses of her very core.
Then he executed a series of quick, darting little insertions calculated to excite her even more. He was a master of his trade and knew how to excite a woman to the nth degree. His tool slid in wetly, the upcurving tip probing her cunny, and she writhed in utmost delight underneath him. She caressed his cheeks lovingly, then her hands slipped down to his chest and her fingers delicately twiddled and tickled his nipples as he pumped away ferociously. Her cunny rose to meet his tool as he sank it deep within her.
Then he could hold back no longer and he ejaculated.
"Oh god!" she moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt the hot semen spurt within her. He bent down and kissed her breasts, his buttocks pumping in and out like mad, groaning deep in his throat.
'It tickles, it tickles," she whispered, her body writhing under his, her stomach pushing up to his stomach. They lay there, sated....
Barney felt himself getting excited as Tony filled him in on the intimate details. "How do you expect me to concentrate on my work when you tell me stories like this?" he laughed. "Let's talk business instead."
Tony told him the agency was getting bigger and bigger. They were now grossing in the neighborhood of $40 million a year and things looked very good. He was expecting a nice fat bonus Christmas and, no doubt, Barney would get a substantial bonus, too. In the neighborhood of $5,000 unless he was mistaken. The firm worked them hard, but was generous.
"Every think about going into business for yourself?" Barney asked.
"Sure I have, but it means a lot of headaches. You can end up with important money but you can also get ulcers and worse. This way, I have no headaches at the end of the day, providing I've done my day's work."
Tony told about the owner of the small agency he had worked for originally, a Mr. Lionel. In his early fifties, the man worked from 7:30 a.m. until 9 and 10 o'clock every night six days a week. He had earned himself something like $35,000 a year but what good was it. He had had a bad heart attack and since it was practically a one-man agency, he had been forced to surrender most of his accounts when he entered the hospital for a two month stay. Accounts were never loyal. It was a dog-eat-dog business. The only reason Tony had remained two years with Mr. Lionel was that he had been learning the business while laying this girl three or four times a week at the agency.
"I like to combine business with pleasure," Tony grinned, his black eyes crinkling. "I admit I acted like a real idiot about June, but I'm one of these hot-blooded Italians. What the hell, there's plenty of nooky in the agency for both of us, right?"
"Right," Barney agreed But he still had his doubts about Tony, somehow. Nevertheless, he was glad to make up with him and work with him on his own accounts. Tony was a crackerjack art director. In the back of Barney's mind was the vague notion that he might go into business for himself some day in the not too distant future. Who knew what the future might bring?
They went back to the office and Barney got busy on a girdle and brassiere account. One of his copywriters had submitted a headline and copy, and it wasn't right, somehow. This was where Barney stepped in as associate creative director. He asked the copywriter, Edith Brancusi, to bring in the merchandise so he could see for himself.
Edith was a luscious brunette with a pair of eye-popping breasts. She told him she had tried on the merchandise herself to get the feel of it. The advertisement was for a trade magazine and her headline was "How To Give Your Customers Shelf Assurance," a play on the phrase "Self Assurance." Clever, Barney agreed, but would it sell merchandise? The layout displayed a beautiful model wearing the brassiere and girdle and Edith had written a subhead "Just Let Them See The Springform Name."
Barney changed the subhead to read "A Lot of People Have A Lot of Confidence in Springform Quality." Then he revised the copy entirely, using a hard sell approach, for once. Usually, he employed soft sell, meaning he didn't ram the advertising message down the reader's throat, but since this was a trade magazine, hard sell was the ticket. Edith was furious with him for changing her concept, and he told her they would both work late that evening on the advertisment. A deliciously erotic idea had occurred to Barney, and he wondered whether Edith would cooperate with him. He had an idea she would. She was too sexy-looking not to have similar notions.
That evening, they were arguing over the headline and copy when Barney roughly pulled her down on his lap and kissed her. At first, she struggled, then gave in and kissed him back, her tongue flickering in his mouth. They stood up and pressed their loins against each other. He felt her quivering breasts and she sighed with pleasure.
He asked if he could put on her girdle and brassiere.
She looked at him as though he were crazy. "What for?"
"No special reason, except that I want to," he replied a little angrily, knowing what was on her mind. "Don't worry, I'll give you plenty of satisfaction later on. But first, I want my satisfaction."
She shrugged. "Okay, if that's what you want Help me off with my clothes."
He took her blouse off, fondling her lovely curving breasts tightly enclosed in the sheer mesh brassiere, his fingers trembling. Then he unhooked her brassiere, slid the straps off her freckled shoulders and exposed her beautiful, ripe breasts to his view. He felt his dong twitch and tremble in desire. He bent down and fixed his hot lips to her nipples, sucking and nibbling and licking them like they were delectable cherries. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing their ripe fullness, savoring their soft firmness as he sucked on her wet nipples, his warm saliva drooling on them.
Then she took off his shirt and tie and undershirt, her graceful fingers toying with his nipples until they were as hard as little bee-bee pellets. Waves of tickling feeling shot through his body.
"Help me on with your brassiere," he command-ed, his voice husky with passion. She did as he requested. He shuddered with delight as he felt the sheer mesh material of the brassiere on his chest. Then he unzipped her skirt and took it off her, sinking to his knees to kiss her cunny underneath the girdle and panties. He pulled her girdle down her sleek hips and off her and repeatedly kissed her moist slit underneath her silk panties. Then he pulled her panties down and she stood naked before him except for her rolled up stockings and black patent leather shoes. He buried his hot face between her creamy thighs and began nuzzling her vagina, making small mumbling sounds. She stood there, her head thrown back in silent ecstasy as his tongue slipped between the meaty crack and inside her vagina. His tongue darted all the way up until it encountered her clitoris and curled around it, causing it to become stiff and erect. His mouth was fastened to her slit and his lips were moving up and down the sensitive area slowly while his tongue licked away. Then he turned her body around and parted her buttocks and stuck his tongue up her anus as far as it could go. Her body quivered. He stuck his hands around her thighs and slipped two fingers into her slit while tonguing her behind.
"Oooohhh," she shuddered, the double pleasure enveloping her as she felt his probing finger zip in and out, in and out while his tongue did the same.
He stood up. "Enough for the time being, sweetheart."
She took his pants and undershorts off, kissing his stiff penis lovingly. Then he got into her girdle with a certain amount of difficulty, it being such a tight squeeze. He took the belt off his pants and told her to whip him hard.
She looked at him doubtfully. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure, I'm sure," he said throatily, his voice hoarse with passion.
She raised the belt up high and brought it down on his shoulders, the metal buckle biting into the hard, muscular flesh and raising a welt. Suddenly, he pulled down the girdle and told her to wrap the belt as tightly as she could around his upstanding penis. He told her to dig the metal prong into the flesh of his penis and hurt him.
She did this, too, although with much misgivings, knowing how tender a man's penis is. Then he had her wrap the belt around both his tool and his balls, directing her to wrap it tightly and hurt him. He told her to take his balls in her right hand and squeeze them until he told her to stop. She did as he requested and, much to her surprise, he seemed to derive much pleasure out of this, the sweat coming out on his forehead. Then he instructed her to whip his buttocks really hard until the blood came. She didn't want to do this but he insisted, and she brought the belt up high over her head and it came whistling down and sank into his muscular buttocks. A faint fleck of blood oozed out of a welt on his buttocks.
"Ahhh," he sighed, his lips wreathed in a mysterious smile. He loved the pain of the belt whipping his ass, making him cringe and cower. "Harder, harder!" he said excitedly, "Whip me harder!"
The belt rose and fell, and within five minutes his buttocks were a mass of bleeding welts. She looked at his erect penis. Semen was oozing out of the little hole in the tip. She bent down and licked it off and he caught his fingers in her ears and pulled her mouth toward his penis.
"Now suck me," he commanded, his knees bent.
She did as he requested, her mouth opening up wide to envelop the huge spear of hot, quivering flesh. She sucked and licked, her tongue curling around the blue veins of his tool wetly.
Then he asked her to lower one brassiere strap and kiss his nipple. She did this too and he sighed in pleasure and delight as her tongue went round and round in concentric circles about the sensitive area. Then she pulled the other strap down and sucked his other nipple while holding on to his penis and slowly jerking him off.
"Are you ready to screw yet?" she whispered.
He gingerly wiped the blood off his buttocks. "Yes," he replied. She took the brassiere and girdle off and he mounted her, his tool as large as a stallion's. She had never experienced such a climax and could only conclude that if this was what he liked before screwing, she was all for it. The orgasm racked both their bodies with exquisite pleasure. They were both very, very happy.