Chapter 11
Mel made her next appointment on time, barely, but it did little good. She didn't make the sale. However, she couldn't be disappointed. The sale to Eric alone had topped the previous day, and she couldn't wait to tell Vincent about her continuing success.
When she got back to the office, Vincent was out on a service call. While she was having a very good day, it appeared the office was having a bad one. Vincent, in fact, had several businesses to help out with problems and wouldn't be back until late.
Mel took the bus home without sharing her good news.
The next morning found her facing a rather easy day, one sales call mid-morning, one in the afternoon. She called the office only to find Vincent out on the service calls he couldn't solve the night before.
She was alone at home and took her time getting ready. She was thoroughly enjoying her new job, setting her own schedule and learning all the wonderful details about sex. Then she realized that she had yet to make a sale where sex wasn't part of the negotiations. She wondered if it would always be that way. Then she wondered if every salesperson in the world made their living by similar methods. If they did, there was an awful lot of sex going on during a normal workday!
She took a leisurely shower and tried to keep her hands from doing anything more than simply washing her pussy. It was a struggle, but she managed to finish washing her crotch without fingering her snatch more than necessary to just get it clean.
Before she left for her first appointment, she called Ronny at the bookstore to finish the paperwork on his order. It was sizeable, and Mel found it hard to believe her good fortune. It was all too easy.
Ronny tried to coax her back to the store, but she told him a little white lie. She said she had too many calls to make to fit him in, a definite exaggeration of the truth. But he accepted her excuse and didn't push her too hard. She hung up the phone and doubted she'd ever visit him again. He was nice, but Vincent was better.
The day did not go well. Two calls, two no sales. There was interest, but she couldn't take interest to the bank. And the day only fortified her suspicion that only sex sealed a sale. She was glad she had had an exceptional record the day before, so she'd have something to report to Vincent.
When she got to the office at the end of the day, she found Vincent sitting at his desk pouring over a pile of paperwork. He smiled when she walked in, obviously glad to see her.
Mel held up the sales receipts from her good day. "Eight. Count them. Eight systems in a single day!"
Vincent jumped up from his desk and rushed around to give her a giant bear hug. "That's my girl! We're going to have to start calling you Super Saleslady!"
He lifted her up and spun her around, then let her feet touch the floor again. He kept his arms around her, gazed deeply into her eyes, and said, "How about spending a night in instead of a night out."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's go back to my apartment. I have a hot tub, and there's a pool in the building, and I'm really quite a good cook. It'll be just the two of us."
It sounded terribly romantic to Mel, and somewhat serious. For some reason, his proposal sounded like he was taking her home to meet his mother. And she wasn't sure she wanted that.
"That sounds great," she said, less enthusiastic than her response should have been, "but.. . "
"What's the problem? Don't you want to be with me?" he questioned.
"Of course I do!" Mel said quickly. "But there's something I think you should know first."
Mel broke their embrace and slumped down in a chair. She was taking a big risk, but felt in her heart that she had to tell him about the other men in her life. That was only fair.
She launched into a long story about the hand job she had given Eric Powers and how much she had liked playing with his big cock. She related the intimate details of her pleasurable sixty-nine with Ronny while watching a pornographic movie. Her descriptions were very graphic, and she wasn't sure why. She wasn't trying to shock him, she was just trying to be honest with him.
Vincent sat in a chair across from her, listening intently. Finally, he reached over and took her hands, saying, "Stop! You're giving me a hard-on! Mel, sweet Mel, that doesn't matter. We're not married. We haven't vowed undying love for each other. We're two people who are just getting to know each other. It's okay if you see other men. And I hope it's okay for me to see other women?"
"Of course! Then you're not upset?"
"No, I'm not upset. I have no claim on your body. Not yet, at least," he said with a broad smile.
Mel threw her arms around him and planted a big kiss on his cheek. "You're wonderful! And that hot tub sounds fantastic!"
"Then let's get out of here."
They closed up the office and headed for his apartment. Mel was instantly impressed. It was large, as big as a small house, and exquisitely furnished. It had to be terribly expensive.
Vincent fixed them each a drink, then showed her around. When they got to the bedroom, they got out of their clothes and headed for the hot tub.
They faced each other in the small tub, their legs tangling beneath the bubbling surface of the water. They talked about their hopes and dreams for the future, and Mel decided this was nothing like going to meet his mother. Vincent was being very honest with her, opening up to her, telling her all the sexual things he'd like to do but had never done.
Mel picked up on that and ran with it. Being so naive about sex, there were a multitude of sexual experiences yet awaiting her. And she wanted to try them all. She was ready to experiment as much as he was.
Their conversation had them both as hot as the churning water. And Vincent couldn't take it any longer. He stood up to reveal his throbbing erection, led Mel out of the tub, and began to dry her off with a thick, white towel. He rubbed her down from head to foot, then she reciprocated.
Dry and ready for sex, they rushed to the bedroom. Flopping onto his water bed, they kissed and caressed, fondling each other passionately.
Mel reached down and took hold of Vincent's sturdy cock, loving the feel of his excitement. Even though his dick wasn't much more than six inches long, Mel loved it more than any cock she had seen or had thus far.
She fingered his balls and knew they were just the right size for her mouth. And that's exactly where they were going. She turned around and straddled him, her knees on each side of his head. She leaned forward and sucked his nuts between her lips. She stuffed them both into her mouth and rolled them around with her tongue.
Vincent squirmed excitedly with his balls in her mouth and her hand on his aching erection. He reached up for her hips and pulled her pussy down to his face. Even before her crotch was fully covering his face, his tongue eagerly began to lick her cunt.
Mel alternated between sucking his balls and sucking his cock. Her mouth couldn't get enough of his tasty flesh, and her hands couldn't get enough of the wonderful feel of his manly equipment. She loved his crotch as much as she loved the man himself.
Meanwhile, Vincent alternated between dipping his tongue into her pussy's succulent hole and raising up to wrap his lips around her hard and pulsing clit. His mouth couldn't get enough of her hot, moist flesh, and his hands couldn't get enough of the wonderful feel of her young, muscular cunt. He loved her crotch as much as he loved the woman herself.
They sucked and licked and tugged at each other's heating flesh until they had to stop or risk cumming before either of them wanted to. Vincent wanted their excitement to build into a frenzy and become so intense that getting off would be the most spectacular event either of them had ever experienced.
Since they had both agreed to experimenting, Vincent was ready to give it a try. But he was concerned about Mel. He decided to attempt some of his more gentle secret desires, rather than getting into anything kinky. He'd save those for another time, if Mel was interested.
Mel laid on her back, waiting. Vincent crawled down the bed and began sucking her toes. He licked her feet, making her wiggle her ass, the water bed rippling beneath them. She softly moaned around the delightful sensations traveling up her legs and into her crotch.
He moved from toe to toe, his hands massaging while his mouth sucked and his lips nibbled. But his tongue produced the best reaction as it softly slid along the delicate, bottom curve of her foot.
Mel giggled from the tickling sensations, and she tried to jerk her foot away from his tongue. He held her foot to his mouth and continued to lick. His playful maneuvers were both fun and surprisingly arousing.
Then he moved up, took her hands in his and guided her fingers to his mouth, sucking them as he had her toes. Mel decided the sucking and licking of her fingers and toes felt almost as good as any other foreplay she had so far experienced. But her pussy was hot and ready for his cock, her hand slipping between her legs to relieve some of the pressure building up inside her cunt.
Seeing she was fucking herself without him, Vincent positioned himself between her legs. He pulled her hand away from her snatch and licked long, wet trails from her ankles to her cunt. After he had made the trip up and down her legs several times, he plunged his tongue into her twat and let his fingers massage her clit.
Mel was beside herself with need. The sensations that Vincent was creating in her body were almost too exciting. Knowing this was a night for experimenting, she struggled to keep from cumming with Vincent eating out her pussy. That had been done before, and she wanted to reach orgasm by a new means.
In an attempt to subdue her rising climax, she got out from under Vincent and rolled him onto his back. She tried sucking his fingers, but he didn't appear terribly aroused by her maneuvers.
She switched from his fingers to his cock and the reaction was instantaneous.
Vincent pumped his hips as her lips coursed up and down his hard rod, flopping his balls between his tensed thighs. The water bed rolled beneath them and added power to his driving pelvis. But he had to quickly pull his cock out of her mouth to keep from climaxing.
"Oh, Mel. We gotta slow down!" he said breathily.
They stretched out side by the side and let the bed gently rock them as their hands slowly explored each other's body. They were very careful not to linger too long on any one erogenous zone. Both wanted the encounter to last a long time.
When they'd touched and explored every aspect of each other's body, Vincent got up on his knees. He looked down at Mel and asked, "Ready to play?"
Mel was lost in pleasure and just nodded her head.
Vincent rolled her onto her stomach, then got her onto her hands and knees. He pushed her thighs apart and took a moment to admire the beautiful mound between her legs. His fingers gently caressed her damp pussy before his mouth lowered onto her ass.
His kissed her sweet buns, his hands skimming her hips and her flat belly, then trailed his tongue down her open crack. She trembled slightly when he crossed the tiny button to her butt. His hands moved onto her ass to hold her crack open to his hungry mouth.
His tongue flattened on top of her rosebud and slowly licked across its puckered surface. Then the tip of his tongue poked at her rear entrance. He forced himself through her tight ring of muscle, entering the dark tunnel of her ass.
Mel gasped at the unexpected intrusion. Her butt tightened, and his tongue barely reached inside her.
"Try to relax," he said behind her. "I'm told this feels really good."
His fingers massaged on each side of her closed asshole, and Mel attempted to ease the pressure in her circular muscle. But each time his finger played over her sphincter, it clamped shut and refused his entrance.
"We'll have to work on that," Vincent finally said, convinced there was no way he was going to be allowed to drive his cock up her butt hole.
Mel was relieved. While she was ready to experiment, she had never imagined her butt would be a target. Getting fucked up the ass was something she was going to have to think about.
Vincent moved his attention lower. His hand slipped between her legs to massage her waiting cunt. He positioned himself on his knees and decided to enter her pussy from behind. One hand parted the tender lips to her snatch while the other grabbed his shaft and introduced his seeping cockhead to her cunthole.
He pressed his knob against her hole and pushed forward. His dick slipped into her cunt, and he didn't stop pushing. In their new position, he was able to shove the full length of his prick into her pussy and got deeper into her twat than ever before. He felt the warmth and the moisture of her twat's walls wrap around his incoming cock and she, too, felt the pressure and stimulation of Vincent's dick as he drove far into her interior.
His hands gripped her hips to hold her box steady. As soon as his cockhead hit her blocking wall, he pulled back to her clamping hole. And that was the slowest journey he made through her circular muscle.
Vincent pumped his cock hard and fast. His hands worked her hips over his ramming dick, slapping her ass against his abdomen on each powerful thrust.
Mel was at first confused. But she quickly realized that their new position and his awesome speed was far more electrifying than anything they had previously done.
His stiff rod scraped the ceiling of her cunt as he madly drove into her body. Heat rapidly built up in her box, and the stimulation wracking her body was almost more than she could handle.
She stared between her legs, watching her tiny breasts rock on her chest, seeing his balls swing forward and back, marveling at how fast his shaft was pumping in and out of her pussy. She whimpered around his charging pokes at her delicate cunt, her orgasm growing faster than ever.
Vincent was huffing and puffing behind her, his hips racing with a power she never expected. His cock flew through her trembling entrance, and being fucked from behind was a thrill she wanted again and again.
She grunted loudly with each mighty jab into her tender twat. His cockhead banged against the back of her box with every lusty lunge into her body, and the feeling was dynamic. New sensations swirled inside her, and her orgasm was quickly ready to burst.
Vincent had always loved this position and took full advantage of his willing partner. But the problem was, this position always made him cum faster than any other. The pressure of her wet walls on his gliding shaft was like having a strong fist pounding over his cock. His dick was stimulated from knob to base, and his climax was soon threatening to erupt inside her.
He tried to slow his hips, but it was impossible. The feeling on his cockhead as it slipped along the stimulating tissues of her cunt kept his pelvis driving his dick deeply into her hugging cooze.
Since he was powerless to slow his hips, he stopped altogether, yanking his cock out of her cunt and dropping his sweaty ass to the bed. "I've got to stop," he said between quick breaths, "or blow my load right now."
"How can you be so cruel?" Mel asked, flattening on the bed to rub her pussy against the sheets. "I've got an orgasm burning inside me!"
"It's part of the pleasure," he tried to explain, moving up to lay beside her. "Get close, then stop. Get close again, stop again. And when you finally cum, it'll be the most incredible experience of your life!"
"I guess I've got a lot to learn. But it sure seems more like torture right now!"
They lay on the bed, panting and perspiring, side by side, neither talking.
Then Mel seized the opportunity to do some experimenting of her own. She got up and straddled him once again, but this time placed her feet on each side of his hips, facing him. As she lowered herself into a sitting position, she reached down for his cock. She had seen this position in the movie, and was anxious to give it a try.
She wrapped her fingers around his wet dick and guided his cockhead up to her cunt. She played his knob along her moist valley, and Vincent's body jerked and trembled beneath her.
"Don't tease me!" he cried out.
His comment made her feel suddenly wicked. Rather than stuff his cock into her pussy, she kept his head traveling between the soft lips of her snatch. His body shook around his sensitive cock, and his hands finally grabbed her hips and forced her pussy lower.
She gave into his demand and let his dick poke through her entrance. The closer she got to his crotch, the deeper his cock sank into her pussy. She sat down fully in his lap, his balls pressing against her ass, his prick buried in her cooze.
Vincent reached up for Mel's small breasts, and with one tit in each hand, he kneaded and rolled her heated flesh. She leaned forward to plant her hands on his shoulders and slowly began pumping her pussy up and down the rigid pole of his cock.
"This time there's no stopping," she announced.
"You're in charge," he said in agreement.
Now that she was given control of the situation, she wasn't sure what she was expected to do. She did what came natural.
She began to piston her hips, raising her pussy high on his shaft and dropping back down to his crotch. His cockhead jarred the back of her cunt on each downward stroke and sent waves of pleasure rippling through her body. And she quickly discovered that she had to be careful how far she lifted away from his balls, or risk his dick escaping the grip of her pussy.
In this position, control wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She actually had to think about what she was doing instead of letting things happen around her.
She soon found a rhythm that seemed to be pleasing them both, her cunt gliding in smooth strokes. And Vincent was far from idle beneath her. His hips pumped nearly as actively as hers, driving his girth delightfully through her hugging ring of cunt muscle.
Mel let her hands slide down to his furry chest, his thick hair damp with sweat, his chest laboring beneath the steady pounding of her cunt. Her fingers curled into the moist ringlets covering his torso, and her palms pressed firmly against his slippery skin.
When their orgasms began to grow again, each of them did their best to make their fucking strokes the longest and fastest they could.
Mel bounced wildly atop his cock, impaling herself on his sturdy pole. And Vincent rammed his dick deeply into her pussy to assure himself a devastating release of his building load of cum.
Mel's long hair whipped around her shoulders as she joyfully rode his cock. Each thrust of his thrilling dick brought her climax closer to eruption.
Then she began to vary her speed. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, she was beginning to like being in control. Vincent, on the other hand, kept his prick plowing into her pussy at the same pace. He seemed far more intent on cumming than she did.
But the biggest thrill of all came when Mel rocked her hips from side to side. She squealed out loud as his cock knocked from one wall of her excited twat to the other. Vincent still fucked up and down, but Mel spent her time wobbling his dick from side to side.
Ecstasy never tasted sweeter as every bit of her hot, wet interior was touched by his meandering cockhead. She didn't know how it felt to Vincent, but she was experiencing sensations of extremely satisfying magnitude.
Vincent strained to keep his hips driving his dick up and down. Mel's rocking hips were doing devastating things to his cock. His knob was on fire. His balls had pulled up tightly between his trembling thighs. The taut skin on his shaft was being rubbed raw. And his cock was swollen to the max with a heavy load of thick cum.
Finally, he couldn't stand the sensitivity cavorting over his dick. His hands dropped to the top of his head, his fingers locking into his hair and roughly pulling to help him retain his sanity. His legs stretched out as far as they could, and his hips stopped thrusting his prick into her box. He lay beneath her and let Mel fuck him. He was powerless to do anything else.
When Vincent came, he screamed at the top of his lungs. His spunk shot out of his blazing prick with an intensity that was difficult to tolerate. He pulled his hair. He bit his lower lip when he could finally stop screaming. And his ass raised high in the air, burying his cock in Mel's fucking cunt.
Mel kept riding his cock. She could feel his thick load spraying inside her, and the sudden heat and added lubrication made her climax release. And still she didn't stop pumping over his spewing dick.
With his own orgasm still clawing through his cock, Vincent felt only a strong, silky pull on his prick as her pussy continued to fly up and down his shaft.
Mel felt an unbelievable fullness in her crotch, along with a myriad of other sensations that clamored through her body. She was having a hard time keeping her cunt moving over his cock, but it was all part of the experiment. She needed to know what it was like to fuck completely through an orgasm.
Her speed had slowed considerably with the release of her swirling juices, but any movement within her cunt was intensely satisfying. She felt she was being stimulated by the perfect cock, long enough to reach deeply into her cunt and to rub all the tender spots of her pussy's walls. What more could a girl ask for?
The fluids produced by their humping bodies gushed out of Mel's cunt and cascaded over
Vincent's balls. The wet sounds rising up from their slapping crotches was music to Mel's ears. The sounds, the smells and the feelings of sex were overwhelming her senses.
With the last rush of burning liquid into her pussy, Mel collapsed on top of Vincent. With his cock still stuffed up inside her, she extended her legs, one on each side of him. She gasped for air as his arms closed around her to hug her close.
Mel was content to keep his cock always within her cunt, but with so much moisture between her legs, his dick slipped away from her. His shaft had gone limp as she rubbed her pussy over his crotch, enjoying the feel of his soft member against her snatch.
Vincent took her by the shoulders and lifted her away from his body. "What are you trying to do?" he asked. "Get me horny all over again?"
"Not really. I just love the feel of your cock."
She leaned over and kissed his soft lips. He let her body once again press against his, her pussy hugging his dick.
Vincent asked her to spend the night, but she wasn't quite ready to explain that to her parents. Besides, she didn't have any other clothes to wear, and showing up at the office in the same dress would require an explanation. She insisted that he drive her home, promising that there would be more nights like this one.