Bang Up JobOriginally published December 2013
I was sitting in the living room, with two fresh cups of coffee ready for when my wife got home. It seemed like an average moment, if one ignored everything else.
Like how my name is Winston Beigel, and my wife was an actress. Like how she was a star of the top rated comedy on television. Not Kaley Cuoco -- the other blond, busty, tiny spitfire beside her.
And no, Melissa Rauch doesn't sound that squeaky in real life. So save the voice jokes and how she must sound in bed. Now that that's cleared up, back to the extraordinary things to ignore. Like how she was coming home after doing a shoot for Maxim magazine today.
I couldn't take a day off to come with her -- though Lord knows I looked for loopholes -- but she assured me she'd bring copies of her sexy photos. Not that I knew how they'd make her look sexy -- though Lord knows I tried to get hints.
Still, I wanted to make her relax after her obviously long day, and not press her for photos -- not right away. That's what the coffee would help me out for. Once I heard a knock on the door, I was set to put it to the test.
I opened the door to see Melissa, who had a purple coat over her tiny but shapely frame. She greeted me with a kiss and a smile when she saw our living room table. Once she put down her purse and I resisted taking a peek, I joined her on the couch.
After we toasted her and took a sip from our cups, I eased into the conversation. "So I see you're still standing. Well, sitting at the moment," I jested, though the obvious joke still made Melissa laugh. "Did they take it easy on you?"
"They weren't so bad," Melissa answered. "But this was my second big magazine shoot, so I can't compare it to anything. Kaley probably has a ton more horror stories than me." I nodded, recalling Melissa's Esquire pictures some months back, and the tight pink dress she showed off.
It was probably still too conservative for Maxim -- especially after that Lacey Chabert spread from last month. And her biggest work was 10 years ago, so imagine what they'd do for someone on today's biggest comedy. I wouldn't have to for long, although I couldn't get totally sidetracked yet.
"But your horror playlist is still bare? They were respectful, at least?" I felt a surge of protectiveness. Wishing for her to look too....provocative in a room full of men was a fine line. Even if Maxim was probably desensitized to it by now -- or maybe especially if it was.
"They were fine, trust me," Melissa assured me. "They had some good ideas. I was really excited to do them." She rolled her eyes at me, which kept me from making any comments at her words. I just nodded with a smirk and let her go on.
"I mean, they made me put more....on display than I'm used to. But that's kind of the point," Melissa said. "They make Kaley do it all the time in shoots and the show, and it works for her. Kind of works for me by extension too." I chose to think she meant it helped the show and her job security -- not any dirtier meaning. That could stay safe in my brain for special occasions.
"But doing it myself this time....feminism aside, it was....pretty exciting," Melissa commented. "After being so buttoned up for four years, it had to be. I mean, they'll put Kaley in virtually nothing on some weeks, yet they save their restraint for me? Bernadette's just as spicy too, you know!"
"I can imagine," I said very truthfully.
"Exactly. But I came in too late, so I'm the good girl," Melissa reflected. "There are much worse things, I know. But after all these years, it's nice to....try something new. Be someone new that people don't expect you to be. Even though it's right there, believe me."
"I know you're not a liar," I agreed, somewhat uncomfortably.
"I know you know. Sorry to vent, it's probably stupid," Melissa went back into good girl mode. "Breaking out of typecasting can do that." She chuckled and added, "And I'm obviously too exhausted to take off my coat, so there's that."
"Okay then, go take care of that. You can feel less hot in here. As ironic and inaccurate as that is," I gestured.
"Thanks," Melissa smiled and kissed my cheek, then got up to head for our closet. "You're a funny guy. I told them that's what really gets me. Guys with a sense of humor are less impatient and pushy than they could be, you know?"
I nodded as Melissa took her coat off. Whether I stopped nodding after that, I didn't care.
I could have been impersonating a bobble head, and it wouldn't have registered. Not when I saw what was beneath Melissa's coat.
All she had on her upper body was a black bra, exposing perhaps 40 percent of her mouthwatering double D's. As much as I'd seen them naked, and in other revealing outfits during special nights, this was still something else.
If that wasn't enough, she had on what looked to be a pretty tight black....pants/skirt thing. There was still tantalizing bare skin beneath her bra, but beyond that, the pants covered her down to about maybe 4-5 inches above her knees. They showed off the curvy shape of her hips -- and probably the curvy shape behind them too -- while leaving her short but slender legs bare enough to captivate the eye too.
For someone so petite, there were so many....ample delights packed into her, and not just up top. To have it teasingly hidden behind such a sweet, nerdy TV and real life persona was even more unfair. I wouldn't be the only one who saw the naughty girl underneath anymore -- but they wouldn't see her quite like this.
If even that wasn't enough, Melissa said, "Oops! Sorry, one more thing," as if she wasn't aware of what she was doing. She just went over and picked up her purse, like she wasn't making me rock hard right now.
Somehow, I doubted I was the first to admire her like this today. But if this was Maxim's doing....what was it doing out of their shoot? How'd she get away with bringing it out here?
"I did promise you a sneak peek," Melissa seemed to say obliviously -- seemed to, anyway. "I'm still a good enough girl to keep my promises." Keep them, maybe....this was above and beyond that. Whatever this was.
Before I could actually bring it up and poke through her little act, Melissa pulled out a bunch of 8x10 photos. Instead of handing them to me, however, she took one and laid it on the floor -- bending her and her chest down right in front of me. When she came back up, she still looked normal and unfazed, though I doubted I could say the same.
Eventually, I remembered what else she just did. I made myself stop looking at her, then looked at her on the photo. She had on the same outfit she was in now, only she was sitting on her side and leaning on her right hand with a snake on her body. A snake that looked too convincing to be Photoshopped.
This was at least a non perverted thing to ask about. Yet when I looked back up, Melissa was already going upstairs -- and leaving a trail of photos behind her. The direction they -- and her -- were going in likely led to our bedroom door.
I saw no choice but to go upstairs, follow the trail and pick up the pictures. One had her in longer pants, a different black bra and high heels, pulling on a rope. The next had her standing outside in the first black bra and pants, only with a mini skirt, a belt and black gloves added on. The next had her in just one tight black outfit, with even more cleavage popping out.
Once I got upstairs, I looked back at the present Melissa -- who was just entering my bedroom. She turned her back and closed the door before I could savor much of that view. A moment later, she slid another photo through the bottom of the door.
This one had her in a different black outfit, with buttons in the middle that looked easy to rip open. That mental image made me too overwhelmed to move. Instead of barging in, I could only knock on my own door.
Thankfully, I heard Melissa giggle and say, "Come in." But before I did, she added, "Keep looking at the floor."
I sighed, yet settled my stomach and opened the door. Keeping my head down, I walked forward until I found a final photo not far from the bed. She was sitting on a chair, wearing heels, stockings and that outfit with buttons in the middle -- and even more of her breasts exposed. It took everything not to let out a Homer Simpson style groan on that one.
I dared to look up, figuring Melissa would be naked or in another stolen outfit by now. Yet she hadn't changed outfits or taken anything else off -- although she was laying on the bed, on her side while lying her head on her right hand. It wasn't an exact replica of the first pic -- it couldn't be without the snake. But it was still more....affecting up close.
"What is this?" I croaked out as I dropped the pictures. Not the best question, if it was smart to ask any at all.
"Let's just say I feel like....breaking typecasting here too," Melissa softly said.
To back it up, Melissa sat up, reached to pull my face down and kissed me. Technically, the actual kiss was slow and sweet, even as Melissa took my hands and put them on the top of her bra.
While her lips and tongue kept moving leisurely on mine, she encouraged my hands to be more daring. With that in mind, my fingers kept rubbing and trailing her exposed flesh, before tentatively cupping the clothed parts. My hands roamed more freely, as did our mouths, but somehow we hadn't spiraled out of control.
I made myself sit next to Melissa, still holding onto her breasts along the way. Once I palmed them, my thumbs went up top to rub her skin, then took turns plunging between her boobs. After palming and pushing them up, Melissa had enough and pushed me on my back.
I couldn't hold her tits anymore, yet she still kissed me and pushed them against me to make up for it. I could also put my hands on her back, feel the bare skin there and go down lower, so there was that.
When my hands reached her skirt, Melissa broke from my mouth and kissed down my neck. I arched my head back, which gave me a better view of her ass as my hands went towards it. After landing on it, I looked back to see Melissa's alluring green eyes staring up at me, tinged with even more alluring lust as she kissed my throat.
She kissed down to my collar, only to stop and put her hands underneath my shirt. "Might as well warm up here before the main event. Feel free to do the same," she offered, right before pulling my shirt up. I sat up a bit and helped her finish the job.
I laid back down bare chested, with Melissa wasting no time on my exposed flesh. She pressed her chest on my skin, giving me yet another incredible view down there. But her main task was kissing me down to my far less developed breasts.
Nevertheless, she licked and circled my nipples, like I was planning to do with hers later. "Mmmm, not bad," Melissa praised. "Like I said, didn't want to forget this before the main course. Right?" she asked as she grinded on my groin.
This made me put my hands back on her ass, getting the full idea now. If she was playing with what she considered the appetizer, I would do the same.
I felt around for a zipper, but Melissa's work on my neck made me too impatient. So I just put my fingers into her half-pants and started to pull them down. I should have gotten them off her legs completely, but I left them around her ankles once her ass -- and the black thong that somewhat covered it -- was exposed.
It was so peachy and supple, I almost wanted to take a big bite right there -- it wouldn't be my first one. But then Melissa would stop biting my collarbone. Therefore, I just put my hands on her bare cheeks, then grabbed her thong and playfully pulled it up.
"Ooh! Getting in the spirit, huh?" Melissa said into my chest. I agreed by putting my right fingers in her undergarment and feeling around her center -- her pretty wet center.
"This feels like it's been building for a while," I noted, teasingly stroking her lips. "You really did plan this out, huh? And you couldn't contain yourself till you got here, could you?" I asked before putting my forefinger in.
"You....mmm, seem to have all the answers," Melissa got out.
"Only because I have such a good source," I answered. "Well, maybe good's the wrong word, right?" I threw back at her, as I inserted more of my finger and squeezed her ass with my free hand. "Naughty, sexy, bad girl....you'd rather I throw those words around, huh?"
"That and other things," Melissa smirked.
"Mmmm....but first things first," I really started getting into it -- as I proved by putting a second finger in her. On that move, Melissa groaned and arched her perfect ass back on both my hands.
She kept doing it as she leaned forward to kiss my mouth. This time, it was less slow and sweet. As she fucked herself on my hand and I did my part, our tongues tangled rapidly while we moaned in each other's mouths. I brought her full bottom lip between mine and worked it over, then she did the same with mine.
We finally had to break apart and breathe, which we did heavily. Melissa soon put her mouth back to use by going down my chest again. I was able to keep my hands on her ass and pussy, as she made a show of kissing and suckling my nipples. Of course, she made a show of pushing her own chest on me as well.
"Oh God, Melissa...." I moaned, my eyes darting around like a drug addict.
"Yes, Winston?" she asked in her sweetest voice. Between that sound, the sights of her bouncing ass, her chest on my stomach, and her pretty eyes, face and lips buried in my chest, it was all fairly addicting.
"Fuck....I'm gonna cum in my pants before you cum on my fingers," I resigned myself. But then again....
Without warning, I got to throwing her around after all. Actually, I just threw her on her back, then dove between her legs and slid her thong and skirt off before she said anything.
My mouth dove onto her pussy like a magnet, licking up the open hole my fingers had been in. Once my tongue needed a rest, my left fingers went in this time and worked faster than my right ever did. Soon, my tongue worked right beside them.
Melissa groaned incoherently, the tide now turned on her. My right hand massaged her thigh and upper right leg for extra pressure, and my left thumb started swiping her pussy as well. Her hips finally thrust up against my face and fingers, but they pressed down right back too.
"Oh my God...." Melissa nearly echoed me. "Oh, you got it, fuck me. Fuck me till I cum so hard...." she added. If I got her far enough earlier, and if she really had been waiting for this all day, it likely wouldn't take too much.
When I rubbed my face on her, then took my fingers out and dove my tongue all the way in, it was just enough. My hands pushed her legs open wider while my thumbs rubbed her, and that was the clincher.
Melissa pushed her hips up and all but roared, putting her hands on the back of my neck as well. As if I would get out of the way voluntarily. Nevertheless, I stayed to lap her up and rest my head as we both began calming down.
Once I heard Melissa breathing normally, I patted her twice more with my tongue before lifting my head. She was still heaving, with her hair slightly disheveled on my pillow. I got myself over and laid next to her, then she could look at me again.
"I think I actually came on your tongue," Melissa corrected from earlier. "That's half your theory wrong right there."
"So it is," I agreed, not caring too much -- it was one of the best ways I've ever been proven wrong, after all. If that was half of my theory wrong, then the other half....
Melissa thought the exact same way. Only she showed it by sliding down and unbuckling my pants without a word. Even when she got my pants and underwear down to see my aching cock, she didn't say a word.
She just put her tiny hands on my shaft and spoke volumes by suckling my head. All while she pumped me and licked me as well.
I exhaled heavily when Melissa popped off me, only to lose my breath again when she kissed my underside. Her pouty lips slid over it and my slit, while her hands kept pumping and rubbing me below.
Without warning, she let go and then took all of me in her mouth. I exhaled in and out quickly, hoping the noise would distract me -- yet Melissa's moans on my shaft were louder and sexier. She slowly slid her mouth up my shaft, licking me thoroughly along the way, then came off and went back to pumping my wet staff with both hands.
With the extra lube, she went faster and harder while her lips engulfed more of my head. Her tongue licked every inch of it, then her mouth came off -- and her chest got closer.
Melissa didn't let go of my cock, so she didn't finally remove that pesky bra. Still, she glided my wet head into her cleavage, rubbing it against the exposed tops of her breasts. That had always been the next best thing to a full on tit-fuck.
If that wasn't enough, Melissa even rubbed me on her bra cups -- another satiny surface to drive me wild. I only hoped I wouldn't cum on them, since they technically didn't belong to either of us.
In any case, Melissa put my head back between her cleavage, rubbing it up and down until she finally took me back in her mouth. Her hands pumped faster and her tongue went lower, then her whole mouth went lower when she took her top hand off. The bottom one still rubbed me below, as there was no part of me untouched in some way.
"I'm not cumming in my pants. I'm cumming in...." I warned. Melissa paid my half-warning no mind, even putting her teeth right under my head as she lightly licked away.
The teasing was almost too much -- and then came the part where she took her hands off and took me all in again. But by the time I started spurting, her mouth got back on my head. She squeezed my erupting shaft again as she swallowed me all down up top.
I felt myself getting less engorged, yet Melissa still held my shaft up. She came off my head and patted it with her tongue as well, then finally let go to let me deflate. At that, I finally laid my head down and caught my breath, while Melissa went back up to lay beside me.
"So there goes the rest of your theory," I heard Melissa say.
"Best and worst one I ever had," I managed, exhaling one more time. With nothing else to say, I sank my head on the pillow for a while.
Just in case that wasn't the end, I pointed out, "You know, I'll be....ill equipped to make any more theories for a while. You probably need a few more minutes yourself."
"Yeah. Seemed worth it till now," Melissa admitted. "Any ideas on passing the time?"
"Well, we've covered just about everything before fucking," I recalled. One look at Melissa, and I remembered the one thing still uncovered.
Technically, I still had my pants and underwear around my ankles, so I kicked them off first. Now the only article of clothing on between us was her bra. Before I mentioned that, Melissa chimed, "Right, one thing still covered. Barely."
After rolling her eyes, she sat up and I followed suit. She turned her chest in my direction and asked, "You comfy with kissing something your cock just touched?"
"Next time I go down on you, I'll let you know," I answered. "But first...."
Taking a hold of her breasts again, I chose not to try and unhook her bra -- wherever it could be unhooked. Since I'd already squeezed her bare flesh and had my cock on it, the next step was putting my face in her cleavage and kissing away.
My mouth rubbed, kissed and licked the exposed top of her left breast, then repeated it on her right. After pushing her chest up again and lightly squeezing, I let go so I could get to her back. As my face rested and licked between her tits, I searched for the hooks in back and finally found them.
After getting lucky, I pulled my head back and gave Melissa room to do the rest. She lowered her straps and grabbed her cups, ready to peel them off. I nodded, hoping I didn't look like a total idiot when she lowered them. No matter how many times I saw them, they always made me look stupid.
I didn't feel my jaw drop when they came down, so that was something.
My mouth did open, though, but only when I leaned forward to capture her left nipple. I cupped her breast with both hands, getting that out of the way -- yet I wanted to be more thorough than that.
I had to nibble and bat her nipple around with my tongue, of course. And I had to fit as much of her tit in as I could. But after that, I kissed and glided my lips all around her nipple, then went down to kiss and suckle underneath her breast. Meanwhile, my right hand went to her other breast and gently massaged it.
I figured if Melissa was going all out for me, I owed her the same. As long as it took, I wanted to touch, kiss, taste and give special treatment to every inch of her chest. I considered it a husband's duty.
When I was done underneath her left breast, I nuzzled and kissed up her right side. My thumb rubbed the side of her other boob at the same time, for symmetry. I once again kissed the top of her tit, then went down her left side -- with my hands and fingers working the side of her other mound.
Finally I went back to the top of the mountain, so to speak. I probably kissed and licked parts I'd already gone over, yet I didn't mind seconds. However, I owed the same to her other breast too. So I kissed across her left one, spent some time in her cleavage, then started on every inch of her right one.
"Baby, you know what I like," Melissa said in between her quiet groans and encouraging noises.
To get more room, I laid her on her back and settled on top of her, my face buried in her right boob. Both hands held her chest and gave it a feathery touch, although they squeezed harder once my mouth got busier.
By the time I suckled down her right nipple, Melissa was beginning to writhe beneath me. She slowly wrapped her legs around me, making me more conscious of my....building recovery. And hers as well. Still, her body felt so soft and fit so well, I was in no hurry to go further yet.
I returned between her breasts and pushed them together, rubbing both nipples as best as I could. In the meantime, my tongue slid between her mounds and tried to fuck the opening for a while. When that ran its course, I pulled them apart and put my face back in, savoring their warmth on my cheeks.
I carried that feeling with me when I left her breasts, putting my face on her collarbone instead. My hands still stayed on Melissa's tits and stroked her nipples, all as I kissed and tasted her warm, smooth neck. This made Melissa start grinding on me again, while her hands went on my back.
I felt this crossing the line between sweet and naughty again. It still felt sweet when I kissed up Melissa's neck, to her chin and then to her lips. She was the first to insert her tongue when I palmed her nipples -- then she palmed my ass in return.
After she squeezed it, I broke off and had to chuckle in pleasant surprise. Melissa just smiled, still grasping my ass all the while. "Such a cute, firm tuckus," she commented, borrowing a term her TV husband might use.
"You're one to talk," I replied, remembering how I squeezed her own -- and what else I thought about doing to it. When she grinded on me so that I almost felt her wetness, I knew what I wanted to do next.
After another kiss and a final tit squeeze for now, I got up and on my feet. "On your stomach," I said, wondering if I should have asked. Still, I didn't sound any different than her when she had control. Whether she recognized that or not, Melissa followed my direction.
I took her legs and pulled her over to the edge of the bed, until she was bent over on it. I had to part her legs so I could get down on my knees behind her -- leaving her wet pussy and her heart shaped ass in my face. Putting just my hands on it for now, I picked up right where I left off in eating her out.
After reacquainting myself with her taste, I was ready for another meal. Sitting up higher, I hovered my face above her two succulent cheeks -- another body part covered up all too well. At least the public was still aware she had ample tits. As for this ample flesh....
I took a careful little nibble on her left cheek, but kissed it to make it better. I didn't kiss each inch of her ass like I tried to with her tits, but I spent a good deal of time on each cheek. Then my tongue spent some time between them.
"Oh, yeah...." Melissa said, to my relief. "Now who's naughty?" she teased, although it was still obvious it wasn't just me -- especially as she pushed her ass against my tongue. Eventually, my face did go back to her pussy, yet my hands kept rubbing her above.
I experimented with a few light slaps, just to see her jiggle. "Ooh! You like that?" Melissa asked, somewhat eagerly.
"You know I do," I confirmed before giving another slap on her right cheek. Just in case, I kissed it better anyway. "My wife's yummy, bouncy ass always gives me ideas. How about you?"
"I got a couple," Melissa hinted, right as I buried my face on her pussy again. I pushed her ass back against me for a time, but Melissa then did the pushing herself, by pushing herself away from me.
I watched her get off the bed, then got up and sat back down myself, waiting for her next move. "No, no. Wrong position," Melissa said as she stood next to me. This was the first time I'd seen her naked while standing up today, with her tiny, voluptuous figure on full display. Needless to say, I didn't change positions immediately.
But change I did, after Melissa coughed to snap me out of it. Guessing where this was going, I bent over in the same position she was in. I imagined the sight of her kneeling behind me like this would have looked weird to outsiders. Still, imagining is all you can do.
In my reality, I felt Melissa give my ass a playful little bite, then a kiss like I had done. She giggled and did the same to my other cheek, punctuating it by saying, "Yum. My husband's tasty down there too."
Then came the part where her tongue went between my cheeks. She only kept it there for a few seconds, though -- but I technically couldn't blame her.
Then came the part where she went down to suck on my balls. She just said, "Yum yum," after finishing with that, but still resumed after I groaned.
Melissa's hands stayed on my ass and tried to jiggle it, though she stopped short of slapping it. She wasn't as merciful to my balls, sucking them down and lathering them up noisily. After batting them around with my tongue, she licked the bottom of my shaft, which was more than ready again by now.
With one more big squeeze of my ass, Melissa gave my sack one more big suckle. She then broke off with a pop, going back up to peck both my cheeks. Afterwards, she used more strength than expected from a small girl like her. Or maybe I felt too gooey to stop her from flipping me over.
When she did, I was on my ass and lying on my back, yet Melissa stopped me from sitting up. She climbed up and straddled me, ready to cross off that last step. It happened when she put her hands on my chest, lifted her hips up and slowly took me in.
Melissa gripped my pecs a little tighter, so I took that as encouraging. I encouraged her by putting my hands on her hips and massaging gently. I looked like I was trying to help ease her pain, and she knew it -- so she rolled her eyes and slid down almost all the way.
I let out a surprised, thrilled breath, making Melissa smile knowingly. She began to slowly ride the top half of my cock, taking in more each time she went down. Soon enough, she sat directly on me, keeping my entire cock in for several moments.
Before long, she swung her hips back and forth, though I managed to hold onto them. When she lifted them up, she slammed back down and wiggled them, as if she would during a seductive walk. I felt more than seduced as Melissa picked up her riding and her tits bounced accordingly.
Her hands were still pressed against my chest, pinching and rubbing it when she could. Once I rose my hips to fuck her myself, she put her palms on my nipples and bucked harder.
I just kept raising my hips and kept the rest of me still, enjoying the view otherwise. As well as the feel of her shapely hips in my hands, the clear sight of her filled pussy, the hourglass curves of her waist, the swinging of those soft, giant tits, and the erotic joy tinged on her gorgeous eyes and lips.
All this sweet sexiness, hidden for so long. Well, hidden from the masses, not as much from me. And they'd get a taste when Maxim put those photos out. But only I was getting a real taste right now.
If I spoke then, I might have said something in awe about her being gorgeous, beautiful or sexy. All of which was true, although it might have been too trite here. I could be that sappy anytime, and I often was. She didn't come in here looking for that, though.
So instead, I slid my left hand over to her pussy and started rubbing. "You like that?" I asked.
"Why would you think I wouldn't?" Melissa said astutely.
"Well, I'm getting everything I wanted. And it wasn't my idea," I reminded. "You made this happen....you're in control. Typecasting shattered," I moaned, with a few harder pumps to add on.
"Oooh....that was the plan, all right," Melissa said, clenching me tighter.
"Yeah....what's the plan say now?" I asked. "Wanna be wild? Sweet? Dirty? Anything else? Anything you want....tell me and I'm in. Command me," I offered, pumping her although she largely stopped moving.
I slowed down as she kept thinking it over, but still brushed my fingers around her lower lips. After giving her a tiny pinch, she began to smile. Yet instead of telling me what she wanted, she laid back down on me and gave me a pretty forceful kiss.
Just as I was getting into it, she broke off. Before I could say it wasn't fair, she told me, "Stand up and keep fucking me." Yeah, she always did like that. I saw the benefits, too.
Putting my arms around her, I spun around and held on tight as I got on my feet. Melissa's legs quickly wrapped around me, helping her stay in my arms as I stood up. After I got her back inside me, she began rocking her hips as my hands clenched right above her ass.
"Back up to the wall," Melissa ordered. Somewhat more puzzled, I still did what she said and walked backwards, keeping her around me and inside me. When my back hit the wall, Melissa's hips went faster as she rode me -- more like she was pinning me.
Her breasts collided into my chest, and I bent down to give the tops another kiss. Melissa pushed her hips harder on mine, leaving me to get into the game. I relaxed against the wall, even as Melissa all but pushed me through it with her hips alone.
"Enjoying the view?" I asked when I caught my breath.
"Uh huh....so that's what the weather's like up there," Melissa joked, even as she kept humping. "You like being pinned?"
"If you do, I do," I played along.
"I do...." Melissa trailed off, gyrating her hips a while longer. "Actually, I could stand to lie down. And I was pretty comfy....over the bed."
I wanted to figure it out before she had to spell it out and break the mood. Over the bed....like bent over....oh. Yeah, that was doable.
I let Melissa fuck me against the wall for a few more moments, then I moved my legs and carried her back to bed. I set her down, then turned her in the same bent over position we were both in. This time, I was gonna take advantage with more than my tongue.
After she relaxed on her stomach, I got behind her ass and put myself right back in. I watched her peach of an ass bounce and ripple, but then remembered another key word from back there.
I took just a few more seconds to savor the view from below -- then I laid on top of it. Now I was pinning her, except by lying on her back and sliding my hands under her body. They landed on her chest, giving me something to hold on to as I resumed pounding her.
I hoped I wasn't crushing her, but the noises she was making didn't sound painful -- not the bad painful, anyway. With our size difference, her head was lying below mine, so I couldn't kiss her or see her reactions. Squeezing her nipples between my fingers would have to do for extra help.
"Oh, fuck.....Jesus," Melissa moaned.
"And you play the Catholic girl," I joked -- anything to keep me from cumming.
"Oh, fuck you, then. Even more," she shot back. "I will if you roll over."
Reluctantly, I turned over and laid on my back, with Melissa lying on my stomach. We only fucked in that pose for a few moments, before she turned herself over and straddled me again. This time, she kissed me rapidly as I fit myself in again, then broke and furiously suckled and nibbled my neck and upper chest.
Although I was supposed to do what she said, her passion was getting to be too much. I had to match it with unscheduled moves of my own. Mine was rolling her back over to the middle of the bed, where I kissed and nibbled her ear while fucking her, moaning extra lewdly for her benefit.
The next few minutes followed a similar pattern. She got me to roll over so she could ride, kiss and nibble me, then I put her on her back and devoured her breasts, and then she turned us on our sides. We rolled back and forth until we were on our sides again, with a nearly out of breath Melissa saying, "Tell me when you're close, baby...."
"About three minutes ago...." I panted, just about done holding out.
Fortunately or not, Melissa reached down and got herself off my cock. She grabbed my left hand before I could fix it, telling me, "Finish me with your fingers. Don't even touch your cock."
In my normal state of mind, I would have seen it as genius. Since nothing about this was normal, I practically whined before Melissa put my fingers in. Pent up and needing release, I jammed my fingers deep inside her, hoping to finish her off quickly.
Melissa helped by riding my hand, as she sounded pretty close. I couldn't take chances, so as she rode my right hand, my left hand went on her hip and slid to her ass. There, I pushed it forward -- as if Melissa wasn't doing so already -- and gave it a short, rapid series of slaps.
With both of us pushing her groin forward and my fingers wiggling into her, Melissa couldn't hold out any longer. "Fuck, that's it....let me cum all over you....ahh!" she screamed, temporarily sounding as squeaky as Bernadette.
But her moans were throatier as her orgasm went on, with her cumming on my fingers as she asked. She laid her head down and I rested my left hand on her ass, no longer patting or slapping it. When her breath and pussy stabilized, I took my fingers out and examined what she left behind on them.
"Put them on my tits," Melissa caught her breath to order. Since this wasn't a time to make her upset, I did what she asked. I smeared her cum and juices on both her nipples, then sucked them off, assuming that was the next step. "Good.....gives me a preview," she said for some reason.
"What kind of preview?" I asked to the point, now remembering my own predicament.
"I think....I can still sit," she predicted. "Don't touch your cock until I'm ready."
"To finish me off," I stopped beating around the bush, now that hers was satisfied.
"To inspire you....to finish yourself," she kept being cryptic. I just bit my tongue, trusting her to explain better for now.
"Look....I'm sure those Maxim guys wished they could jack off while I was posing. But there's only one person I might let get away with it. And he wasn't there," Melissa stated, then reached down and lightly touched my cock. "Now he's here. And I wanna see him lose control over me."
"That'll be a stretch...." I tried to pacify myself with sarcasm. Meanwhile, Melissa moved herself back to the edge of the bed.
"Come on. Get up and show me what they wanted to do. Then shoot the results on me," Melissa requested. "Last order, I promise."
I could breathe easy again, and my cock was throbbing at a manageable rate. So what the hell was one more order? On that bit of self-confidence, I got up and went to the left edge of the bed, where Melissa was sitting.
"Great. Let me just lube it up for you," Melissa said -- prior to taking me down her mouth again. She licked me up and swallowed, which would have made me fill her mouth again a few minutes earlier. Here, I was just throbbing again, and pretty wet by the time she let go.
"Now start," she told me. I carefully put my hand on my lubed shaft, stroking gently to make sure I could make this last. I was less confident when I saw Melissa put her hands behind her on the bed, leaning back with her chest out.
She smiled as I pumped faster, then she laid down on her side. Putting her left elbow on the bed and leaning on her hand, she laid provocatively and trailed her right hand over her curved hip. Soon, she rolled on her back and put her hands on her tits, then slowly trailed them down her waist and onto her pussy.
My pumping went quicker as Melissa sat back up, flipping her hair and putting her hands on her knees -- squeezing her tits together with her forearms in the process. "You have....no idea how hard I'm fighting....not to say work it," I faked her out.
"Well, that you can fight. The rest....you can let go right here, whenever you want," Melissa looked down at her chest. "Come on....cum for your cover girl."
Not waiting for me to obey, she got up on her feet. With an extra strut, she got over, put her hands on my shoulder, stood on her toes and kissed me. This kiss was slow, sensual and ended with her suckling my lower lip. After slowly pulling back and letting it go, she turned her back to me and walked away, swinging her bare hips and ass for my enjoyment.
When she turned around, she had her back against the wall. Her legs were slightly crossed and her arms were open -- reminding me of one of her Maxim poses. She stood there watching my cock, then looked me right in the eye, in a way that would have had photographers covering up their boners with their cameras.
As for mine, it couldn't hide and didn't want to. It openly sprayed what felt like a tank of cum on her chest and collar. Some of it probably landed on the floor or wall, but that wasn't a priority right now.
After it was done, I took notice of the cum on Melissa's upper body -- before she pushed her tits up and started licking it off. Now the thing about her cum on her nipples being a "good preview" made some sense.
Melissa wiped the cum above her tits and licked it off her fingers. Now that she looked clean, she smiled that regular loving smile of hers, then walked over to give me a regular kiss. Regardless of my own cum still on her lips.
"Bang up job," she told me, ignoring or missing the choice of words. I exhaled, still somewhat frozen while Melissa merely picked up her stolen clothes and the pictures.
I just let her collect on in silence, until she broke it by saying, "You know those pictures don't leave here. Not until the magazine leaks them online, anyway."
"Sure...." I muttered.
"And you've only got a day to keep the other souvenirs. I'll have to mail them back anonymously tomorrow," Melissa said. "Any pictures you take of them stay here too, okay?"
"Whatever you say," I mustered.
"Good," Melissa chirped, coming back over to me. "I suppose it'd just be easier to keep them in here."
"You've got a point," I began to use my brain. "Probably be easier with two people guarding them too. Two people who need to pass the time to avoid boredom."
"If only I was married to such a man," Melissa teased, lying the contraband on a chair nearby.
"Might as well distract yourself with me first," I offered. Melissa agreed before jumping back into bed with me.
It seemed like the best way to keep an eye on her stolen stuff -- and the wife usually knows best.