Crystal was down in the dumps.
She was stuck in a go-nowhere job with not much prospect for the future. Her only ray of hope had been her latest boyfriend but she now knew in her heart he was a looser and the quicker she dumped him the better off she would be.
Was she a loser too? Not on your life! She took stock of herself. When she looked in the mirror, there was a very attractive, very sexy, not quite 30 year old petite blond looking back. She had a nice figure and, although her boobs weren't huge, they were big enough to make most men look twice when she wore a bathing suit. She looked damn smart in her business clothes too, especially in a mini skirt that showed off her long, shapely legs.
Oh well, at least it was Friday, and with shithead out of town, she could go out and have a little fun tonight. There was no end of young men that were anxious to escort her wherever she wanted to go. Of course, what most of them wanted was a piece of ass, but she was so sexually naive, she really didn’t know how to fend them off. Well, anyway, as an intern (Paralegal) in this ho-hum real estate law office, all she had to do was to get through the rest of this day.
“Mr. McGee wants to see you.” It was Alice, one of the other clerks that bought her out of her daydreams.
She didn’t go to see Mr. McGee often; he was the senior partner and the big cheese. She couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted. If she were going to get fired or even given a word of praise for her work, one of the other underlings would do that. Maybe he wanted a piece of ass. If that was it, she wasn’t sure how she could get out of that. Damn, that was her problem, all she could think of these days was sex. She had been a virgin until she was twenty-two and had never had anything but “vanilla” sex. Her present boyfriend was a prude and she just didn’t think she was getting what everybody else called “the greatest thrill of your life.”
She knew that Jack, her boyfriend had a little dick. Even so, he didn’t want anything bur missionary position sex and absolutely wouldn’t put his tongue in her pussy. She had recently made friends, on line, with an older, bi, woman that sent her some pictures of men with monster cocks. Every time she looked at them, she got wet. Hell, she got wet just thinking about them now on her way to Mr. McGee’s office. Maybe she would give old man McGee a piece of ass if he had a big dick. Then she wondered if McGee ate pussy and if he did, would his mustache tickle.
His secretary ushered her in as if they were waiting for her. “Come in Miss ah-Cunningham is it, or should I call you Crystal?” Mr. McGee was a tall handsome man, perhaps 60 but a lion in the field of real estate law. She wondered just how big his cock was and if he was fucking that prissy secretary
“Crys is what most people call me, Mr. McCock - er - McGee.”
“O K, Crys, I need you to do the firm a big favor.” She was flattered when he continued, “I choose you partially because you are single but mostly because you are a very sharp, very attractive young lady.” Damn, maybe he did want to fuck her, but he continued, “There is a very important client of ours waiting in Las Vegas for some papers that we have for him. We need the papers delivered and for you to assure him that we have done well on his behalf. He is a bit hard to get along with and needs to be handled with kid gloves.” Was she supposed to fuck the client? To hell with that, no old goat was going to get in her pants no matter how important he was. (Unless maybe he had a really big dick.) “Besides, you get a free, all expense paid, weekend in Las Vegas just for hand delivering these papers. Now, you go home and pack a bag. I will have my limo pick you up and take you to the airport. The company plane will take you to Las Vegas where we have a room waiting in the ‘Kings’ hotel. Mr. Tucker must have these contracts in his hands by 6 P.M. tonight. You will have the rest of the time to your self and the plane will pick you up on Monday morning to return.”
Crystal’s head was spinning. Just a short time ago she was bemoaning her fate and now she was destined to spend a fabulous weekend in a glamour city at the company’s expense and she didn’t have to prostitute her self to get it. Well, she would take advantage of this stroke of good luck. “Thank you for your confidence in me, Mr. McGee, rest assured I will take care of it.” She thought to her self, “Besides, once I appease the old goat in Las Vegas, I will have the whole weekend to enjoy myself. Maybe I will find a nice man with a big pecker.”
Everything went as planned and well before 6 P.M. she was settled in a beautiful room in the ‘Kings’ hotel, just two floors below Mr. Tucker in the penthouse suite. She had looked through the papers that she was to deliver and found that Mr. Tucker was a very wealthy man. The papers were for a lease on a huge chunk of his land in Texas to an oil company for three million dollars a year, plus a share in the profits if they hit oil.
She changed into an attractive, simple, maroon, cocktail dress, partially to look good for Mr. Tucker but also so she could hit the casino later. It was 5:45 when she knocked on the door of “The Chairman’s Suite.” She was surprised to see the door blocked slightly ajar by a cowboy boot. From somewhere inside a strong, masculine voice yelled, “Come on in. I ain’t quite ready yet.”
She went in and was standing in the middle of the room, enthralled by the splendor of the décor when a very big, handsome man in his late thirties, completely nude except for a cowboy hat and a large towel wrapped around his middle, limped in from the bedroom. He was at least 6 feet, 6 inches tall and built like a weight lifter with a small waist and hips. He had the biggest hands she had ever seen. In general he was very good-looking, tan and fit.
“Oops, I thought you was the massage gal. I got me a hell of a Charlie horse when I was jogging this afternoon and need to get the kinks worked out.”
She knew she should be uneasy but this big, almost nude, teddy bear seemed to offer no threat. “Sorry, I am Miss Cunningham from McGee and Associates in Los Angles and I have some papers for Mr. Tucker. Is he here?”
“Yep, right here mam. You have done found me. I’m Ole Dan Tucker.”
She felt her face flush. She had assumed that someone that rich would be much older. She handed the case with the papers to him and tried to look uninterested as he sat down on the sofa and started to look them over. She glanced at him and was shocked to see that his towel had gapped open slightly to expose the biggest penis she had ever seen. God, there it was, her dream come true.
Despite her attempt to remain nonchalant, her eyes were riveted on his massive equipment. She had never seen a live penis except for her boyfriends. She knew that they were all different sizes and had often fantasized about big ones, but nothing like this. When she gasped, he looked up and couldn’t help but see her open-mouth stare. Now it was his turn to be uncomfortable. He snapped his legs closed and quickly rearranged the towel. “Sorry mam, I didn’t mean to shock you.”