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badly. Yes, bad enough to fuck that old man. Mr. Albright was short, skinny and bald. His face was wrinkled.

It was bad; awful, but not nearly as bad or as awful as I imagined. In fact . . .

When I arrived, Mr. Albright was sipping a martini and offered me one. "Thank you, I'll join you." I needed something to fortify myself for what was coming.

"Miss Pelligrino, Matteo told me that you're much more beautiful with your clothes off. I'd love to see all of you."

"Ummm, Mr. Albright, I'll do it for you, but only because I really want to work for UPI."

I started to undress; it wasn't any kind of striptease. I took off my blouse; then my stockings and my skirt. I stood in front of him in just my bra and panties. Like I said, there wasn't anything sexy about either.

"Wow, Matteo wasn't kidding. You are gorgeous."

I blushed. He didn't have to ask to see the rest. I knew. I took off my bra. I heard him sigh. No, I wasn't pleased that a seventy-year-old man found my tits exciting. I was embarrassed that I'd shown them to him.

I took a deep breath, and took off my panties.

I couldn't help but notice that his eyes left my tits and went right to my big, thick dark bush. If I wasn't already blushing, I'd have turned red.

"Lovely, Miss Pelligrino. I don't know what you think was going to happen here, but I'm a little embarrassed to tell you, that at my age as beautiful as you are, there's nothing going on in my pants."

I was confused. I didn't understand.

"What I'm saying is that Matteo told me that you have the sweetest pussy. That's what I'd like."

I was stunned. All he wanted to do was eat me? He didn't want to or couldn't fuck me. And no blowjob. Well, let's get it over with.

"Ummmmm, Mr. Albright. I-I don't know what to say."

"You could say, let's find out if what Mr. Marino told you is true."

I got on his bed and spread my legs. I expected that Mr. Albright would lick my pussy for a minute or two, then I'd get dressed, go home and start packing for UPI headquarters in New York City.

Jonathan Albright stared at my pussy; that big, black bush pussy, while he took off his suit jacket and tie.

I bit my tongue as he crawled between my legs. I was thinking, okay, let's get this over with.

It took a few minutes for my pussy to inform my brain that I never wanted to get this over with.

As a college girl, I thought Rocco Gianelli was a good lover. Professor Mann's cock and tongue made my pussy leak, and you know all about Matteo's big cock and tongue. Mr. Albright was beyond anything that I could imagine and he never took his pants off.

His tongue did magic tricks on my clitoris. His tongue wormed it's way inside my pussy hole, not like it was fucking me, but so much better. Mr. Albright mumbled sweet nothings all the while; telling me how beautiful, how sweet my pussy was. "Holly, in all my years I've never tasted a more delicious pussy."

In the moment, I wanted to believe him. The things his tongue did to me convinced me that everything he was saying was true.

My college boyfriend, Rocco could fuck all night; sometimes we did it three times before going to sleep. Of course, he was twenty, not seventy. I quit before he did.

Jonathan Albright was the same way, only it was his tongue not his cock that wouldn't quit.

Did I mention how that tongue made love to my clitoris? I begged him to get his clothes off so he could fuck me. He just kept on eating.

I begged him to get his clothes off so I could suck his cock. I promised that I'd suck it all night if necessary to get him hard. He just kept on eating.

I have no idea how many orgasms I had. There was a wet spot under my ass. A number of times I felt my pussy gushing. Jonathan Albright licked all those sweet juices up, but not all of them. There was that puddle that kept getting bigger and bigger. Like I said, my pussy was gushing, and when he wasn't doing my clitoris, he was licking those juices up.

You know that at some point all men are done. When it happened to Jonathan, I was disappointed. "One more time, please, Mr. Albright," I begged.

"Holly, I need some sleep. Why don't you go home, get some sleep and come back in the morning?"

My legs were too wobbly to walk. Although, my car was in the hotel parking lot, he sent me home in a taxi, and gave me the key to his room. It was after midnight when I got home.

It's fair to say that Mr. Albright had been eating my pussy with only a few breaks for almost five hours. It's fair to say that I'd been in an orgasmic state for almost five hours.

I partially undressed, set my alarm for eight and crawled into bed. It seems like I'd just fallen asleep when the alarm woke me up. Looking in the bathroom mirror, I looked a sight, but I had the biggest smile on my face.

Not because I was going to get that UPI job, but because in about an hour, old Mr. Albright's tongue would be entertaining my pussy, again. Yes, I was going back for more. What girl wouldn't?

I took a long, hot shower. I didn't think they needed it, but I shaved my legs; making sure my thighs were as smooth as possible. I had a smile on my face the whole time.

It turned out that it was almost two hours before I was unlocking Mr. Albright's hotel room door. "I was afraid that you were coming back."

"After what you did to me last night, there was no way, I could stay away." I was getting undressed as we were talking. When I took off my bra, I heard him sigh.

Just so you understand, last night, Mr. Albright barely acknowledged them once he started on my pussy. I'm not complaining.

He was every bit as good as last night. His tongue was every bit as good as last night. I'm sure I had just as many orgasms as last night. Maybe, I didn't need to be in New York for the UPI job until next month.

It was almost noon before, "Holly, I need a little bit of a rest. This is a good time for me to fulfill my promise. Hand me the phone." He was still lying between my legs.

I wasn't sure what he meant.

"I promised you that I'd talk to Jim Hillsdale at UPI." He dialed the phone.

"Jim, it's Johnny. I don't want to waste your time. About that entry-level reporter's job, you asked me about. I have just the right person for you. She's worked for me almost six months; best damn cub reporter I've ever had."

There was silence for a moment. "Yes, she's a girl, but she's energetic, enthusiastic and can write with anyone. Give her an assignment, and you'll be surprised by what she delivers."

By the way, and it's something I should have mentioned. Rarely did I hear the word woman; we were girls; my mother was a girl; my grandmother was a girl. No one seemed offended like they'd be today; like I'd be today.

"Next Monday? I'll make sure she's in your office bright and early Monday morning. One last thing, Jim. You'll find out for yourself, but Holly is the most delicious girl you can imagine." He took the phone away from his mouth, smiled and kissed my bush.

"Absolutely, and I'm sure if you take care of her, it'll be available to you. You can thank me next time I see you."

I could have died right then and there. My face could not have been any redder. Mr. Albright hung up the phone.

"Now, where was I?" Like nothing happened, Jonathan started on my pussy again. For the rest of the afternoon, I forgot about his conversation with my new editor, Jim Hillsdale.

TO BE CONTINUED

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