Chapter 5
During the next couple of days, Mel thought about calling David. But if he wasn't going to fuck her, what was the point? She could finger herself to satisfaction and knew Tim would eat her pussy any time she wanted. Then she thought about asking Tim to fuck her. His cock was smaller and she knew he'd probably do it, but he was still too muck like a brother. No, she needed a new man in her life-a man with the right size cock, the right amount of concern for her inexperienced cunt, and the right amount of concern for her as a person. It was a lot to ask for.
But first she needed a job. And her concentration was total. She kept her fingers out of her pussy and in the newspaper instead. She arranged several interviews and felt sure a job awaited her among them.
She only had one interview scheduled that morning, but it was an intriguing one. The man who had answered her phone call had sounded very noncommittal-to the point of being mysterious. His rich baritone voice had piqued her curiosity, and she instantly tried to attach a face and body to it. She imagined him to be tall, dark and handsome, a cliche, but that was how he had sounded.
She chose not to wear a lot of make-up, thinking her natural complexion was rosy and bright enough. She selected a summery cotton dress, not too casual nor too business-like and stuffy. She looked, simply, cool and fresh.
When she boarded the bus, she knew she had done the right thing. She was very conscious of the stares the bus driver and some of the male passengers gave her. Sitting in the middle of the bus, she tried not to let their lusty looks arouse her neglected cunt. But that was no easy task. Heat grew in her crotch as the bus jostled along and men kept stealing glances at her attractive features.
She was relieved when the bus pulled up to her stop. Her thoughts returned to her interview, and sex was pushed aside. For the moment.
When she entered the office suites, Vincent Crawford was standing with his back to the door. But Mel, of course, had no way of knowing the man who stood before her was the deep voice she had spoken to on the phone.
When he turned around to face her, he smiled. "Hello," he said, extending his hand and approaching. "You must be the young lady with the nine o'clock."
"Yes, I'm Melissa Taylor," she said, slipping her hand into his. She recognized his manly baritone immediately. His handshake was warm and gentle and more pleasing than any handshake should be.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Vincent Crawford. Thank you for being so punctual; I like that." He released her hand, gestured to an open door, and said, "Please, come in and have a seat."
Mel followed Vincent into the inner office and was impressed by the furnishings. His office was very tasteful, and she sat in a padded chair in front of his chrome and glass desk. She put on her best smile to hide the nervousness she felt was written all over her face.
Vincent started to sit behind his desk, but at the last moment, he turned and took a chair next to Mel. He reached over and pressed a buzzer on his desk, then launched into the interview.
The buzzer brought a young man into the office. He pushed a cart with a coffee urn and sweet rolls on plates lined with paper doilies. Vincent continued his interview as the other man served them coffee.
Their conversation slowly turned from the job to more personal concerns.
"I know I'm not supposed to ask this in an interview, but are you married?"
"No," she replied quietly, still smiling, still nervous.
Vincent took her hand in his and held it. "I find that very surprising. You're a lovely young woman. How can it be that you're still single? I thought all the best were snatched up quickly."
Melissa blushed and looked down at the floor. Sweetly, she said, "I've never had a boyfriend."
"Now, I find that even harder to believe!" He was rubbing Mel's hand between both of his. "I would think a lot of young men would find you absolutely irresistible."
"A lot of men have made advances," she said coyly, "but I chose to ignore them. I wanted to do well in school and dating would have interfered with my studies. If I had gotten involved with a man, sex would have been-"
She stopped herself in mid-sentence, realizing she was saying a lot more than she needed to. Especially to a total stranger. His tender, somewhat fatherly approach had put her at ease, too much so.
"Sex would have been what?" he asked, still holding her hand. He gazed into her eyes. "Would you like to talk about it?"
Before she realized what she was doing, Mel began to relate her philosophy on sex. Vincent seemed genuinely interested, and Mel told him things she hadn't even told her mother. She even related the highlights of her encounters with David and Tim. Then she became painfully aware of the things she was saying, stopped, looked away from him, her face blushing more fiercely than before.
Vincent was surprised by her sudden openness. He sat back and listened, his coffee cup suspended halfway between his lap and his lips. His eyes never left Mel as she spoke. In fact, the only movement on his part was the slight rise in the front of his pants.
Vincent was hardly what you'd call a womanizer, but the instant he saw Mel, he knew he wanted to fuck her. He was thirty-two and had only been laid a few times himself, but every woman he had ever been with had declared him to be the best lover they had ever had.
His height, only slightly greater than Mel's, made him appealing to women. And his manner, gentle and considerate, always won him affection. He was remembered by the women he'd had sex with as a man who saw to their needs first, then to his own. And he knew that to be his greatest charm. Please your woman first and she'll please you more.
Listening to Mel's talk about her brief and exploratory sex with David and Tim stimulated him beyond reason. He had gone quite some time without sex and the words he was hearing from Mel's sweet lips were enough to make him horny.
When he realized Mel was approaching the end to her story, Vincent rehearsed in his head what he would say to convince her to have sex with him. He found her so attractive that if she decided she wasn't ready to be fucked, he'd respect her wishes. He'd be disappointed, but he'd still let her dictate the course of their sex.
When Mel finished talking, Vincent had to cross his legs to hide his full-blown erection. He wanted to stand, take the two small steps that would put him next to her, and then take her into his arms. And he would have done just that except for his raging boner. He was afraid to let her know the pleasurable effect she was having on his cock.
Mel looked up, wondering if she had said too much, been too bold. Vincent Crawford was a very handsome man, but she knew nothing about him. And to bare her soul the way she had was not like her at all. But she couldn't help herself. There was something in his eyes that instantly told her this was a man with genuine respect for women. And that made it easy to talk to him. Obviously, about anything.
Vincent remained silent a moment longer. He gazed straight at her and said, "You need to have someone make love to you. I can hear it in your voice. I can see it in the way you move."
Melissa felt her cheeks turn crimson.
Since she didn't tell him he was wrong about her, he felt bolder than ever. "Come here," he said softly. He remained seated, still concerned about concealing his hard-on, and had Mel make the short trip between them. His hands pulled tenderly at her waist and guided her slight frame onto his lap.
Mel, eyes closed, sat nervously and waited to see what Vincent would do. Emotions and doubts swirled inside her as she felt the first tender touches of his hands as they explored her body. One hand crept carefully up her legs while the other brushed against her breasts.
Silently, Mel thought, Oh, I hope he wants to go all the way! She knew she was risking the job, but at the moment, she was far too interested in what this gentle man could do for her pussy.
When his hand reached the junction between her thighs, he probed cautiously with just the tips of his fingers, expecting to encounter the silky underpants favored by most women. Instead, he found naked skin. Hot, moist and naked skin. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he gently brushed over the soft mound of her unclothed pussy.
His free arm snaked around her back, and he pressed Mel closer to his chest. He kissed her on the neck and ear. As he diverted her attention with his kisses, his fingers reached a little more boldly into her snatch. He began to feel her up with slow, gentle strokes.
The first touch of his fingers on her bare cunt brought all the need in Mel to the surface.
"Ohhhhh, that feels good," she purred.
"Stand up," he whispered. When Mel got off his lap, he took her hand and led her into yet another office. It contained a sofa bed, open, and a small refrigerator. "My hide-a-way," he confided, closing the door behind them for privacy.
He faced her and seemed strangely reluctant to go any further than just gazing upon her beauty. Then his hands reached out for her chest. He began to open the buttons on her dress. "You want this," he said, feeling compelled to explain his actions, "and so do I."
Mel remained very still and very calm, allowing him to remove her clothing. She didn't really understand it herself, but she wanted to be naked for him, wanted to bare her body for his lust-filled eyes. As badly as she wanted to, she didn't help him.
When he got the front of her dress open and slipped it off her shoulders, he immediately reached around to unfasten her bra. Loosened in the back, he slowly slid the bra straps down her arms. His eyes were locked on her breasts as they gradually revealed themselves. Dropping her bra to the floor, he stepped back to admire her young bosom. What he saw sent fire racing up his spine. His desire turned into urgent need.
He leaned forward to taste the little nipples he saw perched atop her small titties. While he licked and nibbled at her rising peaks, his hands were busy releasing the belt that held her dress around her waist. When he got it opened, he let it go. Her dress slithered down, over her shapely legs to land in a pile on the floor.
Mel stepped out of her shoes, and stepped back. Stark naked, lust filled her body as she watched Vincent scan the intimate details of her curvaceous figure. But she wanted more than to be simply admired. She wanted to be fucked. She lay back on the bed and parted her legs slightly. She needed to show him her pussy, but not in its entirety. Not yet, at least.
Quickly, with shaking fingers, Vincent stripped away his clothes. Melissa watched intently as his body began to reveal itself. She was a bit apprehensive when he went for the belt of his pants. She was afraid his cock would be as big as David's, and she wasn't convinced she was ready for anything that size.
As he stood in just his underwear, Melissa gazed at the firm tenting of his shorts. She looked up to his smiling face, then let her eyes drift down his hairy chest. He was by no means muscle-bound, his muscles firm but not overworked, and Mel was fascinated by the amount of hair covering his flesh. His dark fur led her eyes over his stomach and to the top of his briefs.
His thumbs were hooked in the waistband and gliding down his hips. The large bulge lowered as did his underwear. It was obvious that he was teasing her with his slow strip as much as she was teasing him with the barely visible flesh within her gash.
The elastic finally revealed a wide swath of naked skin within a forest of swirling hairs. It slowly inched away from the base of his cock and along his smooth and firm shaft. Melissa drew in a breath as she watched him expose his dick for her hungry eyes.
He stopped with his underwear just covering his cockhead, his shaft fully exposed, his crotch covered with curly pubes, the sac containing his balls visible on either side of his downward angled prick.
Vincent's heart pounded in his chest. He was immensely enjoying the look in her eye, the wild beating within his cock putting a strain on his control, and while he wanted to perform for her lusty stare, he couldn't stand the pressure in his shaft any longer.
He sent his underwear flying down his legs and off his feet. His cock flew up to smack his belly, his low-hanging balls wobbling between his thighs. He straightened up, his arms at his sides, his body ready for inspection.
Melissa was pleased by what she saw. His cock was not as huge as David's, but it was by no means tiny either. She stared at his crotch, thinking his rigid length was just the right size.
But her attention was drawn down to his nuts. They reached far down his thighs, the skin around his twin ovals smooth while his dangling sac was deeply ridged like a pleated skirt.
When he could no longer resist the temptation to grab onto his prick and jerk himself off, he lay down beside Mel, his dick hard, thumping and aching to get at her luscious cunt.
"You are ready, aren't you?" he asked before even touching her.
"Oh, yes! I'm ready. I'm really ready. I just never did it before."
Vincent moved into position between Mel's legs without another word and spread them apart with his hands. He looked down at her nearly hairless cunt and admired its erotic beauty.
Being the considerate guy he was, Vincent considered Mel over his cock's urgent desires. He handled her carefully, gently. When he had her knees bent slightly and her legs spread, he lowered his face until he was lying belly down between her smooth and parted thighs. He placed his mouth directly in line with Mel's pussy and exhaled softly.
The warm air sent shivers through her body, and Mel moaned out loud. She silently prayed that what was to follow was only preliminary, and settled back to have her pussy eaten before being fucked.
Vincent pursed his lips and kissed Mel's naked cunt lips. Again he heard quiet moans come from her throat. With such stimulating encouragement, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue. His fingers moved into position on either side of her slit and gently tugged her open. When his tongue made contact with her swollen, moist flesh, he slowly licked from the bottom to the top of her succulent snatch.
The sounds Mel uttered were moist and incoherent. She rolled her head from side to side and vowed never again to go so long between orgasms. Her body was on fire, and she already felt close to explosion. She pleaded, when she could speak, for Vincent to tongue her pussy harder and deeper, to bring her cunt to eruption in spite of her desperate desire to be fucked.
Vincent proved to be an excellent lover. He treated the exquisite pussy before him as though it were a part of himself. He caressed her sex flesh carefully, and when he delved into the damp depths of Mel's cunt, he concentrated his tongue and mouth on her hard, unbending clit.
His restraint was phenomenal. Not once did he allow his tongue to penetrate her hole, saving that pleasure for his madly thumping prick. He licked across it, around it, pressed against it, but refused to allow his tongue the entrance it so strongly desired. It was driving him crazy, but that was part of the pleasure.
He tasted her flavorful juices and knew that they flowed because of his manipulations. He also knew that he could get her off without thrusting into the interior of her heated snatch. Her gyrations were vivid evidence that she was rapidly approaching the point of eruption. He continued to suck her clit, fondle her soft cunt lips and let his tongue wander over the wonderfully firm flesh of her pussy.
Mel was hotter than ever before. She couldn't believe she was ready to cum without his tongue driving into her depths. She placed her hands behind each knee and lifted her legs up and farther apart so Vincent could get at her wanting hole more easily. She moved slowly, afraid faster movement would break the stimulating contact of his mouth on her cunt. She thought she was sending a very clear message, but it wasn't being received.
Vincent continued to avoid her wet and wanting hole. Mel kept her eyes closed and in the darkness behind her lids she saw bright explosions of color. As she moved closer and closer to climax, the explosions got brighter and brighter. Vincent nursed her closer and closer to a powerful cream, and although she wasn't being fucked, she couldn't be disappointed.
Mel's body shuddered around his flicking tongue, and Vincent knew she was almost there. He anxiously awaited the first taste of her orgasm, and moved his mouth lower in her gash.
Mel's juices were flowing in copious, salty rivulets even before her moment arrived. With each lick of Vincent's tongue along her sweltering valley, her hot flesh seeped more and more sugary waters. Her juices were thick and thin, hot and cool, salty and sweet, signs of the building eruption within her body.
The spasms that shook her pussy made her squirm and twist and gasp for air. Her entire body was covered with a light sheen of perspiration, which blended with her perfume to make the room smell sweet.
Vincent moved his head only enough to keep consistent contact with her gyrating box. When she lifted her hips, he raised up with her; when she lowered herself back to the bed, he lowered his head, too. Through all her actions, he persisted, licking her twat in long, gliding strokes.
Mel suddenly arched her back, sending her pussy high off the bed. Vincent rose up with her, his lips locked around her sturdy clit. But he quickly released it when he realized she had reached her climax.
His mouth lowered to her hole, his lips circling, his tongue pulling back, ready to suck in every bit of her cum.
Mel felt his lips against her cunthole at the very moment the first wave of fiery liquids oozed from her depths. She screamed around that initial and devastating release, then panted through the continuing flow from her electrified cunt. Her body went limp as her orgasm charged through her pussy, but her hips remained elevated above the bed.
Vincent's hands cupped her smooth ass, keeping her spewing snatch high in the air. His fingers dug into her soft buns as his mouth sucked hard. Her fluids raced out of her tingling twat and down his throat.
Her hands clasped onto her tits as she tried to bear up under the glorious sensations produced by a powerful climax. She was close to tears of ecstasy when Vincent's tongue returned to her cunt. With his lips still circled, he skimmed her hole with a feathery touch.
Mel's hips exploded in frenzied motion. The added stimulation from his playful tongue made cumming even better. Orgasm had never felt like this! And it didn't appear that it was ever going to end.
Tears ran down her cheeks and her fingers dug into her tits. Her pussy flamed with a fire that was hotter and more enjoyable than anything ever produced by her own fingers or her mother's dildo. And Vincent's mouth was far superior to Tim's, the younger man's efforts seeming immature and clumsy compared to Vincent's wildly exciting tongue.
But even a climax as wonderful as this one eventually had to come to an end. Her juices slowed, Vincent's mouth pulled away, and her hips were returned to the bed. But Mel was hardly about to complain.
She opened her eyes and held out her arms to her new lover. There was a smile on his lips as he moved to lay his body down on top of her. His hairy chest tickled her tits, her arms closing around him, her lips nibbling on his ear. Words to express her gratitude escaped her.