Chapter 4
"Come in, Mr. Purchasing Agent," Myra smiled, opening her apartment door wider. She didn't look at all surprised to see me there. I brushed past her fantastic body and walked unhurriedly into the room.
"Nice place," I said, looking around the spacious, ultra modern apartment. That was putting it mildly. The apartment was just what you'd expect a girl like Myra to have. Beautiful and bigger than life. The furniture, what there was of it, was all chrome and black leather. Everything in the place was dark or jet black-everything except the carpeting.
The wall-to-wall was white as snow and about a foot thick. The black furniture, teak coffee table, the dark, softly playing stereo, everything was perfectly set off by the stark whiteness of the carpeting.
The only area that wasn't carpeted was a semi-circle about six or eight feet in front of the fireplace. A log fire crackled and hissed on that side of the room, casting an eerie orange glow over the place.
"I'm glad you like it," Myra said with a purr in her voice. She was dressed in black silk lounging pajamas that clung to every curve of her dark, smoldering body. She moved past me on that white carpet like a black panther on the prowl. Every movement was pure grace and I caught my breath sharply when she sat on the black sofa in front of me and the front of her silk pajamas fell forward to reveal the massive globes of her tits.
They looked like two giant coal piles. Almost completely black and shiny, her breasts were tipped with large, pointed nipples that glistened in the soft light from the fireplace.
She leaned back with an unlit cigarette between her long fingers. When she raised it to her lips, I took my cue and pulled out my lighter. The flame showed the dark, liquid pools of her eyes, shiny and deep looking.
"Make yourself comfortable, Paul," Myra purred, taking a deep drag on her cigarette. When she blew the smoke out slowly, I could tell by the sweet, acrid smell that it wasn't tobacco she was smoking. I was no expert, but it smelled like marijuana to me. Then I remembered the deep, faraway look in her black eyes.
"Do you want to share this with me?" she asked, holding the smoking stick out to me.
"Not me, baby," I answered. "That's not my bag."
"Okay," she replied and took another deep pull on the cigarette. "You want a drink or something?" She pointed to a small bar in the corner near the stereo.
"Great," I said, "I'll have a drink now and we'll get to the 'something' later."
"Anything you say, boss-man," Myra giggled. She sounded slightly drunk and I knew the pot was having its effect. "I don't think I've ever been laid by a purchasing agent before, Paul."
"It'll be a first for both of us," I replied with a wink. "I've been looking forward to this evening for a long time, Myra. I hope you're in the mood for fun and games."
"I'm always in the mood for the kind of fun and games you have in mind," she said. "And this grass is getting me more in the mood every minute."
She took another deep puff and inhaled it slowly while I walked over to the corner bar and poured myself a healthy slug of scotch over an ice cube.
As I settled back on the couch beside Myra, she looked at me with dreamy, sexy eyes. She smiled and puckered her lips playfully so I leaned over and kissed her. Instantly, her tongue darted out and licked teasingly at my lips. The swift, sudden contact sent a shiver of excitement through me and I knew right then that I was in for a night to remember.
I put my drink on the coffee table in front of us and slipped the burning cigarette from Myra's fingers and put it out.
"Hey," she said, faking anger. "I wasn't finished with that stick!"
"Yes you were, baby," I replied. "You're high enough now. I'll never catch you if you sail any higher."
"You've already caught me, Mr. Purchasing Agent," she snickered. Then she came into my arms and nestled her head against my chest. Her long, silky hair spilled down over her shoulders and I stroked it with my hand, amazed at the texture and feel of it.
"Do you smoke pot often?" I asked suddenly, somewhat surprised as the words came out of me.
"Whenever I feel like it," she answered after hesitating for a moment. "Why? Don't you approve?"
"It's really none of my business, is it?" I replied. "I've never tried it myself, but I've known lots of people who have. I don't think it does anyone any real harm as long as you can stay away from the hard stuff."
"Why haven't you tried it?" she asked.
"Don't really know," I answered honestly. "I guess I got hooked on booze early. I enjoy a good drink so much I guess I've never felt a need for anything else."
"That makes sense," she said, again hesitating for a few seconds before speaking. "If you ever decide you want to try grass, just let me know. I have an unlimited supply."
"I'll keep that in mind," I replied. "By the way, how does that stuff affect your lovemaking?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, pot makes sex even better." Myra raised her head up from my chest and looked me in the eye as she spoke. "And I'm not saying that to tempt you to try it either, Paul. But it's true. At least it is for me. When I'm high-like I am now-not really flying but just pleasantly high, I could screw all night. I can't get enough of it and every time I come it's like the greatest in the world."
"Its sort of hard to explain, Paul, but it's such a fantastic experience with pot. It's too much. Out of sight."
"I guess you know what kind of effect your description is having on me, don't you?" I asked.
"No," she said, playing dumb. "I just can't imagine." As she spoke, Myra slipped her hand down between my legs and grasped the growing hardness. "My oh my," she said with a faked Southern accent. "That's really a hand full!"
We both laughed and she turned her beautiful face up to me. Our open mouths collided again and our tongues flashed into each other's mouth, probing and licking urgently. My right arm was around Myra and I slipped my left hand into the opening in the front of her black silk pajamas.
Her breasts were cool, black marble under my hands. They were smooth and firm yet slightly yielding to the touch. She moaned deep in her throat when I pinched the dark nipple between my fingers and played with it. It quickly grew firm and erect, hard against the palm of my hand.
Myra's giant globes were more than a handful. They were great, heavy masses of flesh that somehow miraculously stood high and proud, not sagging at all.
As we continued to kiss and tempt each other with our tongues, Myra's hand was again between my thighs, squeezing and feeling my now fully ready rod. The desire was boiling inside of me, but I knew that the longer I held it back, the better it would be once I actually plunged into Myra's body and let myself explode.
Pulling her tight against me, I deftly unbuttoned the four or five buttons that ran down the back of her silk outfit. The loosened garment fell forward and she quickly slipped out of it entirely. It was a one-piece affair that she wriggled out of in a few seconds. She kicked it away and it landed in a dark heap on the lush white carpet.
More quickly than I had hoped, Myra was completely naked in my arms. Her lithe body moulded itself against me and she nearly smothered me with her passionate kiss. Moving as quickly as I could, I slipped off the couch and stood up to undress. Myra stood with me and helped unbutton my shirt. She smiled at me and licked her lips sensuously as she watched me pull off my clothes.
As I undressed, I feasted my eyes on the beautiful female body before me. She stood with her legs slightly spread apart and the jungle of black hair was just visible in the dark region between her shapely thighs. The firelight reflected on her moist love box, giving me a fleeting half-glimpse of that most inviting spot. Myra noticed my attention and added to my delight by rubbing her hands slowly over her stomach and thighs, circling the focal point of my desire.
When I was completely naked, too, Myra pressed herself against me and whispered, "Let's dance." My arms went around her naturally and we fell into step with the softly swinging music coming from the stereo.
Her giant jugs flattened against my chest produced a delicious, fleshy sensation and I could feel her nipples digging into me. My hands moved down her bare back slowly until I felt the swell of her buttocks under my fingers. Gently, I grasped her backside and pulled her even tighter against me.
My rod, now swollen and pulsating with desire, was inserted between her legs, buried beneath the hairy spot in the warm sheath formed by her thighs. We didn't move very far over the deep, white rug, but we swayed with the music and enjoyed the contact of every part of our bodies. With our arms wrapped tightly around each other, we soon realized that our dance had degenerated into a rhythmic pumping motion, more or less in time with the music. Our hips moved back and forth in the age-old love motion, but I had not yet buried my weapon in the wet, black cleft Myra was so anxious to have filled.
"Let's go to bed," I murmured against Myra's neck. "I'm about to explode."
"Easy, baby," she moaned, grinding her love region against me. "You may enjoy the fire more if we stay out here."
Before I could reply, she pulled away from me and led me by the hand to the area in front of the big, stone fireplace. The carpet was even thicker and softer there. Apparently she had had a lovemaking pad installed under the carpeting in front of the fireplace.
As we settled down into the deep white softness, I made a mental note to congratulate Myra on her functional planning. I also made a note to ask her how the hell she could afford a layout like this on her salary. Somehow, I knew there was probably a connection between her ability to afford such an apartment and her statement about an unlimited supply of marijuana. She probably had a boyfriend in the rackets who kept her supplied with grass and the rent money. What the hell she was doing as a typist with our company was beyond me.
We stretched out on our backs on the soft carpet and rested our heads on two large cushions Myra pulled off a nearby chair. Gazing into the crackling flames, I let my mind go completely blank and enjoyed the sensual feeling of the warm fire and the passionate female at my side. What more could I want? I just relaxed and let "the sensations wash over me.
Suddenly I was aware that Myra's hand was moving slowly up over my thigh. I looked down in time to see her wrap her long, tapering fingers around my hard-on in a firm but gentle grasp. Slowly, she began moving her hand up and down in a maddeningly deliberate motion that shook me with pleasure. After less than a minute, though, I had to ask Myra to stop her handy work before I spurted like a fountain.
She stopped and I rolled over on my side to look at her naked loveliness. The fire gave her dark skin an unreal look and when I touched her I was a little shocked at the softness of her flesh. Her eyes were closed and her long black hair was spread out over the pillow as I caressed and fondled her breasts and then stroked her stomach.
As my fingers crept into the tangle of hair beneath her belly, I lowered my head and kissed the nipple atop one of her huge breasts. She shivered slightly and smiled when I took the erect, hard nipple in my mouth and sucked it. She raised her hands and held my head against her, thrusting her tit full against my face so its softness crushed against my mouth and nose and eyes. I flicked at the hard, pointed nipple with my tongue and felt Myra tremble beneath me.
Continuing my attention to her tits, I gently slipped my finger between the wet, waiting lips of her love box. I pushed the clinging lips aside and plunged my finger as deep into her as I could reach. Myra responded by jerking her hips up to meet the thrust of my hand. As I continued the pressure inside of her most sensitive area, she pumped herself against my hand again and again, enjoying the sensation the imitation screwing produced.
She was still holding my head to her breast when her first orgasm, a small one, wracked her body. Arching her back and crying out softly, Myra indicated that she wanted the attention of my tongue elsewhere. More than willing to oblige, I moved from her breasts and grazed slowly over the flat expanse of her stomach. I paused long enough to dart my tongue into her navel and then proceeded down into the black valley between her legs. When I kissed the inside of her thighs, Myra spread her legs wide to accommodate me. I separated the moist, pouting lips of her box with my tongue and pushed it inside. As I did this, Myra squealed with pleasure and pressed my face hard against the mass of curly black hair.
Enjoying her work, I tongued her for several minutes, probing deep into her sensitive cave and licking and lapping at her clitoris between probes. The lapping soon produced Myra's second climax. It was a bit more substantial than the first and I think she enjoyed it more because she came with my tongue thrust far inside of her.
When she relaxed, I knelt beside her and looked down on her throbbing body that just ached to be screwed. My erection, dripping with excitement, stuck out proudly over her. Myra looked up at it and smiled. Then she raised herself up on her elbow and whispered, "I want to suck it!"
I shook my head, and gently pushed her back down. "No, baby!"' I said. "If you touch me with your mouth, I shoot in about two seconds. I want you to do that for me when I'll have some time to enjoy it. Okay?"
"Anything you say, lover," she said. "Any time you say."
I moved over between her outstretched legs then and looked down at the dark gaping slit that my rod would fill. It drew me like a magnet of flesh and I slowly lowered myself down on her, piercing her soft, womanly body with my battering ram.
"Oh, God," Myra moaned as my tool filled her. "Oh, God, yes, yes. Screw me, Paul, screw me!"
Suddenly relaxed and in complete control I rocked back and forth, pushing my rod deep into her and withdrawing it almost to the tip. Each time I pushed forward it was almost like entering her for the first time. She moaned with delight every time I rammed forward in the tightness of her box.
Finally the lightning struck and my cream shot out of me in great spurts, hot and thick. She dug her nails into my butt and tried to pull me inside of her, straining to get every drop of my orgasm. While I was still coming, a tremendous climax rocked Myra, too. She whimpered loudly and buried her face against my neck. "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah!" she moaned, trembling with the intense pleasure.
Then it was over and we fell asleep in each other's arms. The warmth of the fire and the strain of our passions combined to put us to sleep for nearly an hour. When we awoke, the fire was dying, so I refueled it with two more logs.
I made us a couple of drinks and Myra dug up some cheese and crackers in the kitchen. Then we sat together on the couch, staring into the flames and eating and drinking. Both of us were completely satisfied and it was good just to sit there.
After ten or 15 minutes of silence, Myra turned to me and asked: "When do I move in and replace Mrs. Marshall?"
"Soon," I answered. "But let's not talk about it now."
"You wouldn't welsh on me, would you, Paul?" she asked.
"Of course not, Myra," I replied. "But I can't just pick up the old bag and throw her out of the plant, you know. After all, I just got the job."
"I guess not," Myra said, sounding unconvinced.
"Old lady Marshall could screw us up," I explained. "She could go charging in and tell Zimmer what she told me this afternoon. That she thinks those purchase orders must have been changed after she typed them up for Liggett."
"What makes you think she won't spill her guts to the general manager anyway?" Myra asked.
"Because I told her that she might lose her own job," I sold her on the idea that if Zimmer thought she was trying to cover up for Liggett she might get bounded, too." Myra laughed softly and tossed her beautiful black hair. "Cute, darling," she smiled at me. "Very cute indeed."
"Nothing special," I replied, sipping my drink.
"Just another typically brilliant stroke."
Myra laughed louder then. "And you're modest, too."
We both laughed and she came into my arms again. We were both still naked, sitting there on the couch and the touch of her soft, black skin against me sent a rumble of desire through me.
We kissed a long, passionate tongue-lashing kiss and my rod nearly jumped to attention. Automatically my hands caressed and fondled Myra's big, boobs and she murmured "yes, yes" when I pinched the nipples.
"I thought you'd be good, baby," I muttered, "but you're even better than I hoped."
"Glad you're pleased," she whispered, running her fingers lightly over my thighs. "You're pretty good yourself. Maybe in your case I made a mistake."
"How do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.
"I should have gone to bed with you when you were just a clerk, too," she replied with a lecherous grin.
"I hate to say I told you so," I grinned back at her, "but, I told you so."
"We have all night to make up for that ... don't we?" she asked, trying to determine if I planned to stay with her all night.
"Of course we do," I answered. "And tomorrow and Sunday, too, if you can stand having me around that long."
"One night at a time, Paul, baby," she smiled and grasped my hot, hard rod in her hand.
I tensed at her velvet touch and slipped my hand between her thighs, into the damp warmness of her pussy.
"Oh, yeah," she sighed when I pushed my finger up into her cleft. "Let's go to bed and do this right."
"I thought you'd never ask," I replied.
Her bedroom was done in red and black and was at least as dramatic and attractive as the black on white living room. The deep, thick carpet was blood red and the heavy-looking Spanish style furniture was almost black. I didn't have much time to look around, however, because we jumped right into bed. I did have time to notice that the sheets were as red as the carpet before Myra's lips covered mine and her long black hair tumbled down over both of us shutting out the world.
A dim red lamp was on in the far corner of the bedroom, and, like the fire, it bathed the room in a mysterious, unreal glow. The combination of the colors and the pot she had smoked apparently heightened Myra's passion. She was like a wild animal, clutching and kissing, feeling and fondling whatever came to her touch.
"Kneel over me," she suddenly ordered, her eyes wild with sexual desire. "Kneel over me and I'll give you a special thrill."
"Anything you say, baby," I agreed, getting myself into the position she wanted. I was on my knees astride her waist, with my rod sticking out over her giant breasts.
"Do you like to be sucked?" Myra asked, looking up at me with a wicked smile. Her beautiful hair was spread out over the bright red pillow beneath her head. Without waiting for my answer-which she no doubt knew would be 'yes'-she took my weapon in her hand and slipped down farther in the bed until its tip was just a few inches from her lips. Then Myra arched her back to raise her bosom up toward me and buried my hard-on in the deep valley between her great mounds of flesh. The immediate sensation was fantastic. The warm softness of her breasts surrounded me and Myra pushed her tits together with her hands to increase the pressure on my rod.
"Now, move, baby," she moaned low, her black eyes glazed with passion. Supporting myself by holding on to the headboard of the bed, I thrust forward with my hips and slipped my rod through the clinging valley. Back and forth, back and forth, I rocked slowly enjoying the intense sensation.
Myra was obviously enjoying it, too, because as I looked down at her, she smiled wickedly at me, closed her eyes, and licked her lips sensuously with her tongue. Then she shifted her position just slightly and the next time I pushed my love log forward, the head of it slipped between her full lips. Back out and in again to be caressed by her soft, pink tongue.
The combined sensation of her giant, soft breasts and her warm, wet mouth soon brought my passion to a point I couldn't remember reaching ever before. Then I came. Hanging on to the headboard, I rammed my weapon deep into Myra's mouth and exploded. She released the pressure she had been maintaining pushing her tits together and grabbed my butt to pull me even further into her. The cream shot out and Myra moaned deliciously in her throat as she swallowed it.