Chapter 7
Melissa cancelled the rest of the interviews she had scheduled that week because she had herself a job. She had been hired to sell "point of sale" equipment to small businesses-computerized cash registers, hand-held bar code scanners, and all the supplies that went along with it. If she did well, she could work up to entire systems for larger businesses.
Vincent took on the task of training her himself. They spent the next week in each other's company, and Mel was an eager student. She learned the operation of the equipment quickly, so Vincent concentrated on sales techniques and how she should carry herself to create a professional presence.
They spent hour after hour with Vincent playing the part of the sales representative and Mel the customer. Then they switched roles. Vincent was quite pleased with her natural sales ability.
Because of her intense training, Mel spent little time at home. And when she was home, she did little more than eat and sleep. While she thought about sex, about masturbation, she didn't act upon her thoughts, and she and Vincent hadn't done it since that first time. By the end of the week, Mel was hornier than she could ever remember.
David had called her, but she put him off. And Tim stopped by the house occasionally, as he always did, but he didn't approach her about sex. Which was just as well, for Mel had decided she couldn't do anything more with Tim. Now that she had met Vincent, he was all she wanted. But she was beginning to wonder if he wanted her.
Vincent gave her a list of potential customers, and Mel was off on her first day of work. It was a little scary going out on her own, but he had taught her well. By the end of that first day, she had three sales to bring back to the office.
She dropped into a chair in Vincent's office, tired but pleased. And Vincent seemed pleased as well. She smiled and said, "I really think I can do this job."
Vincent looked over the orders and smiled back. "I think you can, too."
He figured her commission on each sale, and when Mel heard how much she had earned in only one day, she straightened up in the chair. "That much? Wow!"
"Let's celebrate. You've worked hard and done very well. You've earned it."
"I'd like that. Just give me a minute to freshen up."
Vincent took her to a nice restaurant just a block away from the office. They talked about Mel's day, but Vincent was more interested in getting to know her better. He slowly turned the conversation to more personal matters.
After a couple of drinks, Mel felt comfortable telling him almost anything. And she made sure she told him how much their lovemaking had meant to her. Vincent looked embarrassed when she complimented him on both his sexual prowess and his excellent sales training. But that look disappeared when she told him she wanted to be with him again.
"I want to learn from you. I want to learn how a woman can please a man," she said boldly, three drinks having loosened her tongue.
"And I'd love to teach you." His hand reached across the table and settled on top of hers. "Let's go back to the office after dinner."
"I can't wait," Mel said with a sexy wink.
She was unaccustomed to alcohol and felt a little giddy when they got back to the office. The drinks expelled any of her remaining inhibitions, and she threw her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. She felt oddly aggressive making that first move, but she liked it.
She planted her lips over his and probed into his mouth with her tongue. Vincent's arms coiled around her petite body, and he eagerly returned her kisses. Locked together, Mel's lack of recent sex centered in her mouth. She waged a playful war with his tongue and wanted to eat him alive.
"Slow down, tiger," Vincent said, breaking their embrace. "We're in no hurry."
"Is that the way you like it? Slow?" she questioned.
"Sometimes, but not always. Your first lesson: don't be afraid of variety."
"Variety," Mel repeated. "Okay. Then let me strip you. I think I can do that on my own."
Vincent just smiled.
Mel kicked off her shoes and began to undress him on the spot rather than wasting the time to move into his "hide-a-way." She slipped off his suit jacket and removed his tie, tossing it aside. Then she began to unbutton his shirt. When she got it open and started pulling it down his arms, her eyes drank in the beauty of his chest. She absolutely adored the amount of hair covering his smooth skin, and her knees felt weak with lust.
As soon as his shirt hit the floor, her hands flattened onto his chest. Her fingers played through his thick carpet of fur, across his pecs, over his stomach, relishing the luxurious feel of his hair.
Vincent stood motionless, enjoying the attention, pleased that Mel was obviously pleased. Mel released his belt buckle, and stopped. She knelt in front of him to remove his shoes and socks so his pants wouldn't get caught up on them. Vincent raised each foot and was anxious for her to get higher on his body.
Mel looked up once his feet were bare, but that was the last time she would gaze higher than his waist. She unhooked the clasp of his pants and lowered his zipper. His pants slid down, and she took them off completely.
Her hands slowly moved up his legs, her eyes locked on his crotch. He was wearing boxer shorts so she couldn't see his cock at all. Her hands skimmed over the fabric so she could at least feel what lay hidden from her hungry eyes. She rolled his dick back and forth and felt that it was already slightly hard.
But not seeing his dick was torture. She curled her fingers beneath the elastic waistband and yanked his boxers down his legs. Vincent quickly stepped out of them, and they were discarded.
Once his shorts were gone, his cock raised away from his groin. Mel stared at his hairy crotch and knew his dick was only semi-erect, because it was different from the first time she had seen it. A tube of loose skin covered his cockhead when it had been bare the day he fucked her. She had seen men's cocks with foreskins over their knobs in her magazines, but this was her chance to find out what happened to all that skin when a man got an erection.
She took hold of his shaft and rolled his prick within her fingers, feeling the heat and soft rigidity of his growing cock. She watched the end of his dick intently as his erection strengthened. Slowly, the loose skin tightened and gradually pulled away from his cockhead to finally leave his sloping knob exposed. Fascinating!
When her hand trailed along his shaft and moved onto his head, Vincent sighed above her. The full length of his cock was there for her to enjoy, but she had other investigations to perform.
Mel sent one hand down to scoop up Vincent's balls. She was surprised at the soft heaviness of them, not really sure what she had expected. She felt the warm skin sac and the weight of his testicles. Probing, exploring, feeling him up, she lifted his nuts. She saw the hair-covered mound of flesh that ran back between his legs. When she touched him there with her fingertip, Vincent shivered and groaned.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
"Wonderful!"
She let her hand rub between his legs and up onto the globes of his ass. Vincent moaned above her so she remained on her knees, looking and intensely studying all he had to offer her. Her hands seemed to be pleasing him, and his cock and balls were definitely pleasing her. She loved the feel of his hard cock, but especially enjoyed the contrasts in his crotch.
His balls were particularly intriguing to her. While his nuts themselves were firm, the hanging skin that held them was soft and pliable. She played with his hanging sac and watched his balls wobble between his thighs. At the same time, her hand stroked over his rigid dick.
But there was something more that kept her interest in his crotch, something she couldn't describe. An unusual, unfamiliar desire was building within her. Then, without warning, she had the powerful urge to take his stiff cock and stuff it into her mouth.
She had read stories in her magazines about women giving men blow jobs, so she thought she knew what they were all about. But with no experience herself, she doubted she possessed the technique to provide sufficient stimulation to get him off.
Still, she wanted to give it a try. She parted her lips and took his cock into the dark, smooth wetness of her mouth. When she closed her lips around his dick and pressed her tongue against his sensitive shaft, Vincent whimpered.
"Oh, my God! Oh, Melissa! That's fantastic!"
Mel had only about half his cock in her mouth, the portion which remained outside encircled by her forefinger and thumb. She did what seemed natural. She moved her head up and down his erection, her lips gliding along the smooth, taut skin of his dick.
The first few trips along his pulsing cock made Vincent's knees tremble. And even though his entire length had yet to be swallowed by her moist mouth, his breathing came in gulps.
Mel thought her mouth was too small for his cock. She couldn't seem to get her lips down to the base of his dick, the back of her mouth preventing her from getting down that far. As she tried to engulf the entirety of his erection, she wrapped her fingers around his nut sac. She began to pump her head faster and faster, thinking she probably didn't have to have all his cock in her mouth to make him cum.
She could tell by his consistent moans and the flexing of his muscles that she was doing something right. She wanted to inquire if it really felt as good as it appeared to. She wanted to know what more she could do that she wasn't already doing. She wanted instruction to make sure she was performing correctly, but she didn't want to remove his cock from her mouth long enough to ask.
Vincent placed his hands on each side of her head and momentarily stopped all movement. "Relax your throat," he said, "and try to take me all the way. I'll go slow, I promise."
He began to move his hips, swiveling his pelvis from side to side as he thrust his dick in and out of her eager, willing mouth. He didn't try to enter her throat until she adapted to his new moves.
Mel had her eyes open wide, watching his cock as it slid between her lips. She tried to relax her throat, but wasn't exactly sure how that was to be accomplished. She felt the hard ridges under the skin of his stroking dick as they scraped against her teeth. Still, her lips had yet to circle around the base of his cock.
Vincent proceeded slowly, introducing her throat to just the end of his cock on each inward lunge. He was in no hurry, her mouth heavenly on his thumping rod.
When Mel tasted the first drops of fluid as they escaped Vincent's cock and dribbled onto her tongue, she felt her throat tighten. Now, she had a better idea of what to do. The feeling needed to be just the opposite of what she was now experiencing. She forced her throat to open and began to bob her head over his drooling dick.
But then she encountered what appeared to be another problem. There seemed to be a swelling taking place. She had thought his prick was as hard as it was going to get, but as he fucked her face, his cock began to take on bigger dimensions.
Vincent was grunting and puffing as he tried to work more of his hard-on into her mouth. His grip tightened slightly and Mel decided to hold her head still. With her throat open the best she knew how, she eagerly received the thrusts of his cock.
His knob kept banging against the back of her mouth, and finally part of it squeezed into the narrow opening to her throat. She desperately fought against the gagging sensation that accompanied his intrusion, and struggled to keep her throat relaxed for more of his cock.
Vincent was true to his word. He worked her mouth slowly. As soon as his head poked into her throat, he pulled back to stroke within the openness of her mouth a few times before attempting another climb down her throat.
Each time his cockhead touched the opening at the back of her mouth, Mel took a little more of his dick into her tunnel. She quickly learned how to breathe around a pumping cock, and relaxing the muscles in her neck got easier the longer he stroked between her pressing lips.
Vincent let out a joyous cry when he finally buried the full length of his cock in her throat. Mel's nose pushed into his pubic hair, and her lips circled around the base of his dick. She smiled the best she could with a mouth full of tasty cock.
As soon as Mel had taken every bit of his length, and didn't seem to be choking, his shot into action. While he didn't fuck her mouth as fast as he could, he charged forward and back with a pace that was sure to make him cum. But he didn't really need speed. The tight grip of her narrow throat around his pulsing girth was doing marvelous things to his body.
Mel hung onto his balls as his sturdy shaft stroked through her mouth. Her other hand moved onto his hairy ass, more to keep herself from toppling than to help guide his dick. His globes were hot and wet and working as hard as his hips. The muscles in his ass were clenching tight as he drove his cock into her throat, relaxing somewhat as he pulled back to her gripping lips.
She let her hand wander over his ass as her other hand squeezed and fondled his nuts. They were hot and getting hotter.
Vincent didn't tell her when the moment of climax had arrived. He couldn't. He was too excited and panting far too hard to talk.
Whether Mel was expecting to receive his load or not, it was out of his control. When the time for his orgasm was reached, he spurted into her mouth. Over and over, as the contractions and spasms twisted his muscles and thrilled him thoroughly, he sprayed gob after hot, creamy gob of cum into her mouth.
After the initial shock, Mel swallowed and swallowed, not allowing one drop of his spunk to get away from her. She was thankful that Vincent had decided to dump his load in the openness of her mouth so she could get a taste of his cum. And the taste was a powerfully new experience. She found his jizz pleasant and surprisingly stimulating. Acrid, sweet, salty and abundant, she drank down the rich liquids rising out of his balls and into her body.
Vincent grunted around each and every shot of his escaping load. He kept up his fucking motions long after the last blast of his climax. He was still in the wild throes of ecstasy after his orgasm had run its course and reveled in the sensations produced by her wonderful mouth. His storehouse had been emptied of cum, but he was reluctant to break the physical bond between them.
Mel, for the first blow job of her life, felt pleased with her performance. She had stimulated Vincent by slowly undressing him and ogling his manhood. Then her probing fingers on his cock and balls had turned him on more. And when she finally took his cock into her mouth, he reached the ultimate goal. After all, cumming was the name of the game, no matter how it's accomplished.
She stayed on her knees in front of him, letting him play out his climax to the very end. She released his nuts to let them swing freely between his thighs, his hips gently rocking. His cock played across her tongue, his knob poking at her cheeks, his pelvis occasionally jerking as the sensitivity in his dick got to be too much.
When Vincent finally pulled back and allowed his cock to slip away from her mouth, he dropped to his knees on the floor beside her. "That was incredible!" he exclaimed.
He kissed her several times, tasting the remnants of his cum in her mouth. Then he guided her to the floor. "Now, it's your turn," he said seductively.