Chapter 9
Mel's first appointment the next day was for mid-morning with a middle-aged man who owned several small hardware stores. Vincent told her it might be a pretty hard sell, since most of the stuff they sold didn't have bar codes. She spent the early morning formulating reasons why the guy should buy the equipment in spite of that fact. Then she selected one of her prettiest dresses and used a little more make-up than usual. If all else failed, she'd charm him into the sale.
Eric Powers was not exactly what she expected. He was in his early forties, had gray streaks in his black hair, and his broad smile displayed the whitest teeth she had ever seen. Standing over six feet tall, he dwarfed her. But she was used to that. She looked up his slender frame and dazzled him with her own smile. She extended her hand to him and introduced herself.
They sat across a large desk, and Mel began her sales pitch. He seemed only mildly interested and kept returning to the fact that his business sold very few bar coded items. Mel didn't give up. When she adopted a new tactic, concentrating on the equipment's ability to keep track of inventory, his interest increased.
As they talked, Mel scanned his office for anything she could use to make the sale. Compliments always came in handy, and she noticed a plaque on the wall for some hardware award. At the first break in her sales routine, Eric adopted a new tactic of his own.
"Let me buy you lunch. I hate to make a major decision on an empty stomach," he said, his eyes as hungry as his stomach.
Mel hesitated, then decided a more relaxed atmosphere might be just what was required to make the sale. She agreed.
They talked while they ate. Mel kept talking business, but Eric took every opportunity to make their conversation more personal. And he was filled with compliments. First about her ability as a salesperson, but he soon shifted to her beauty, her charm and her body.
Mel was very careful not to lead him on, but at the same time, not offend him. She graciously accepted his compliments, steering the conversation back to business.
All through lunch, Eric was working up the courage to ask her for sex. She turned him on something fierce, and he couldn't wait to get her back to the office. Somehow, he would figure out a way to convince her that sex with him would be an enjoyable experience.
Mel understood what was happening, but she tried to ignore his innuendos and subtle hints. The longer they were together, the harder that was to do. By the end of lunch, Eric was getting rather bold, and Mel had to decide how to handle him.
They were alone when they returned to the office. His secretary had gone to lunch, and there wasn't anyone else. Mel felt uneasy and knew instinctively that the moment of truth had arrived.
She took control of the situation. She wanted to make a sale, but she wasn't going to fuck him for it. With no experience in matters such as this, she thought about her few encounters with men and hit on her solution.
She closed the door to the office, and said, "Mr. Powers. Thank you for lunch, but I think you have more on your mind than food. And I'm willing to help you out, if you agree to my terms."
She stopped and waited for a response.
Eric sat on the edge of his desk, his hands gripping its edge, his body leaning slightly forward. "Go on," he said.
"You want sex, and I want to make a sale," she boldly continued. "You have to agree that if I grant your wish, you'll seriously consider a purchase."
"I'm always serious. Especially about sex," he said with a wink. "And you've nearly convinced me that your equipment will help my business. But I'm not quite there yet." He leaned back, his hands sliding further out to his sides, his legs opening.
He couldn't have been more obvious had he stripped and flipped his dick in her face. "Then you agree to my terms?" Mel asked.
"Agreed."
Mel crossed the office to stand between his parted legs. Quickly, rather unemotionally, she unzipped his pants and reached inside. She dug through his underwear and felt his bare cock--long, thick and flaccid. She pulled it out and let it fall onto his pants.
The amount of meat hanging out of his fly was truly impressive. Eric had more between his legs than any man in any of her magazines. His cock was even larger than David's, which led her to conclude that all tall men have big dicks. True or not, it was certainly true so far in her life.
She momentarily thought about taking his cock into her mouth. But if his dick got even slightly bigger when it got hard, it surely would choke her. She opted for a hand job instead, and began to work his soft shaft with her nimble fingers. Almost as soon as she touched his limp meat, it began to stiffen.
Pleased that she could turn a man on so easily, Mel began to manipulate his dick with short strokes. Each time she moved down the broad length of his cock, her hand pulled his foreskin back with it. The loose skin inched away from the crown of his cock, and she got a look at the fat, flared and red corona of his very large dick.
Eric didn't talk or give instruction as Mel's hands got busy on his growing erection. He took a firmer grip against the desk, planted his feet so they wouldn't slip on the carpet and stared down into his crotch as Mel began to beat him off.
With her hands on such a giant pole they looked smaller than they actually were. She wrapped her fingers tightly around his swollen shaft and began to pump in earnest. The firmer her grip and the faster she jacked him off, the harder his prick became.
Once his cock had reached full erection, Mel stopped the action for just a moment to simply look at his dick and admire its handsome dimensions. It was exceptionally long, nine or even ten inches she guessed. And it was thicker than any cock she had thus far had the pleasure of being next to. In that moment, she realized a hand job was the only thing she could possible do with such an awesome amount of dick.
As she held his mighty cock in her hands, she could feel his blood flow through his shaft. The color of his dick gradually changed from a pale tan to a pretty pink. But just holding his cock wasn't enough for either of them. Her hands quickly returned to pumping his throbbing prick.
Very shortly, clear pre-cum dripped from his fat cockhead. Mel sent one finger across the tiny hole in the end of his cock and scooped up some of the sticky liquid. She touched her finger to her lips to get a taste of him. His lubrication was salty; a pleasant, exciting taste.
Standing directly in front of Eric's crotch, she once again gripped his dick with both hands. As she stroked along his monster cock, she tried to keep tabs on how close he was to climax.
Staring at the huge size of his prick, she began to wonder if his balls were huge as well. Then she decided to find out. Sending one hand back between the teeth of his zipper, she forced her fingers deep into his crotch. She fished around until she had a firm grip on his sac of nuts. Then she brought them into the light of day.
As soon as she had them free of his shorts, she let them fall. They tumbled down between his thighs-large, oval, covered with curly black hairs. His balls were in proportion to his cock, and dangled down the front of his desk.
Her eyes widened at the size of his balls, then one hand squeezed around them while the other continued to pump his cock. Hot and heavy, his nuts tugged at her hand, jerking in rhythm to her speedy hand job.
It was immediately obvious to her that he had gone without sex for quite a while. It only took a couple of minutes before she began to feel the little twinges and jerks that she now knew preceded a man's orgasm.
With his cock and his balls being so wonderfully manipulated by Mel's hands and fingers, Eric's head tilted back and his eyes closed. Soft moans parted his lips, and his hips began to pump his cock through her gripping fingers. Mel sensed he was very close to cumming and worked harder to make it happen.
She squeezed more firmly around his throbbing girth and pumped his rod a little faster. She tightened her grip on his balls as well, and his cock expanded. There was a brief pause in Eric's breathing, then a heavy groan.
The heat of Eric's prick intensified and his shaft turned a deeper shade of red. When his cock reared back, as if prepared to spit its juices at her, Mel had to change her position. Since she had other sales calls to make that day, she stepped to one side to finish her hand job with the assurance that none of his cum would land on her dress.
And she had moved aside just in time. After only two more pumps on his rigid length, his dick began to spurt. She stared at the unbelievable volume of spunk that Eric's cock blasted into the air. Long, white ropes of thick cum shot out of the end of his big dick. Huge drops of pearly jizz landed on the pale blue carpet.
Mel increased the speed of her jerking hand, watching as Eric's climax took over his body. His sperm continued to erupt in large volume for some time, his hips pumping just like he was a fucking a cunt. His head rolled from side to side, and his moans were deep and gravelly.
His shoulders shook around his explosive release, and his legs flopped back and forth as Mel continued to pump his spewing dick. The amount of his spunk began to dwindle only after Mel had jacked him off for several moments.
With her hand gently massaging his now spent dick, she looked down at the mess on the floor. She couldn't believe the mass of cum pooled on the carpet, and wondered what it would be like to take his huge cock into her cunt and feel that large volume of cum emptying into her pussy. The thought inflamed her snatch, but she resisted temptation.
She wanted to fuck Vincent again when she got back to the office at the end of the day. She wanted to save her energy and desire for him, only him. But even more than that, she knew Eric's cock was way too big for her cunt. Or was it? Her pussy so easily swallowed Vincent's prick that maybe she really was ready for something bigger.
Eric yanked his cock out of her hand, and jarred her away from her thoughts. He gave his deflating dick a couple of flips, slinging the final few drops of his cum in long arches.
"Oh, that was nice!" he said, looking at her for the first time since she had taken hold of his dick.
Mel smiled and waited patiently for him to put himself back together. When he finally got his huge cock and balls stuffed back into his pants, he walked into the rest room and returned with a handful of paper towels. He cleaned his cum off the carpet, threw the soiled towels in the wastebasket and sat behind his desk.
He motioned to a chair, and Mel sat down silently.
"Get out your order form, and let's talk business," he said nonchalantly, as if what had just happened never had.
Mel was elated. And very surprised. Her hand job had made a sale. And when all the papers were signed, it was quite a sale. He bought four basic systems, more than her previous day's sales, and all in one stop.
With their business concluded, she shook his hand, which seemed a little strange since that same hand had so recently shaken his cock. But it was all in a day's work.
She left his office with a smile on her face and a nice sale in her purse.