The Big Bang Theory: Chapter 1 - A Misstep
Melissa gazed out the car window in disbelief as they drove down the grubby, trash-filled streets. A sinking feeling washed over her when the car pulled up in front of a menacing-looking alley.
"Here we are, Miss Rauch," the driver said gruffly.
She turned to the driver with concern. "Are you sure?"
"157 SW Reno Ave. Yes, ma'am," he replied.
She responded hesitantly, "Um. Well. Okay. Thank you," as she stepped out of the car.
The vehicle pulled away, and she looked at the piece of paper in her hand.
157 SW Reno Ave. Suite E
This address was what brought her here. Kaley had instructed her to go to this secret little shop hidden down this alley. He only made shoes for celebrities and didn't want random people just walking in ordering shoes. Kaley told her to go down the alley, and it would be an unmarked door-the fifth door on the left. She took a deep breath and walked into the dingy alley.
As she ventured deeper into the alley, the smell worsened.
If I'm at the wrong address, I'll kill her! She thought to herself.
She passed the fourth door.
- Nearly there!*
Ahead, she saw a fence obstructing the rest of the alley. Just behind the fence lay another door-the fifth door.
Her face flushed red. "You've got to be kidding me!"
She turned to her right and spotted an alcove. She rounded the corner and stepped into it, which was filled with trash despite having a dumpster, full to the brim, to the left. On the back wall, a couch could be found. Surprisingly, a man sat on the couch, reading a magazine.
"Um, may I have your assistance?" she inquired meekly. "I'm trying to locate an address."
The sound of the magazine startled him. "Whoa! Jeez! Did you just sneak up on me?"
She apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
The man's jaw dropped. His gaze flicked back and forth between the magazine and Melissa.
"Holy cow! It's...it's you!"
She was startled to learn that he recognized her character. "Not quite. I play Bernadette," she replied with a grin.
"Ah! Yes, I know that's right!"
He raised the magazine, exposing a stiff rod. Melissa hadn't realized that the man's shorts were around his ankles.
Her eyes widened. "Oh my goodness!"
"What?!"
She pointed at him. "That! That...thing!" She found herself unable to look away. He's huge!
"Oh! Yeah. Geez. Sorry about that," he said, covering himself with the magazine again.
"No need to apologize."
"I'm your biggest fan!" he proclaimed excitedly.
Considering the size of that...thing, that's probably true! "Gee, thanks," she replied.
"You're prettier than Kaley!"
She smiled, "Thank you."
Glancing around, she asked, "So, do you live here?"
"This is home," he said. "Me and three other guys."
"Ah, that's nice." Her thoughts returned to the reason she was there. "Do you know where Giordo's store is located?"
He replied excitedly, "Giordo's? You're referring to the shoe guy?"
Her heart leapt. "Yes, that's who I'm looking for!"
"Oh, they're way on the other side of town," he told her.
"Huh? The opposite side of town?"
"Yep. On Northwest Reno. You're currently on Southwest Reno."
"Huh?" The woman looked down at the piece of paper in her hand once more. "Kaley?" She stared up, apology in her eyes. "I'm sorry I troubled you. I'll call my driver and leave." Turning around, she prepared to walk away.
"Wait!" She stopped to see the man holding out a magazine. "Could you sign this for me?"
"Uh, yeah, of course."
The man shuffled toward her, his poled bouncing. His shorts were still down around his ankles.
When he reached her, she noticed he had quite a scent. "Excuse me," she said, motioning down. "Um, could you, um, put that away?" His pole was even bigger now that he was standing next to her.
"Oops! Yeah, okay." He reached down, pulled his shorts back up. The tip was still hanging out, but she didn't say anything.
She pulled a black marker from her bag and wrote on the magazine's cover. "So, um, to whom should I make this out?"
"Mark! Mark, please!" She scribbled on the page.
Mark rubbed his hands together. "Oh my gosh! The guys won't believe this!"
She handed the magazine back. "Here you go. Anything else?"
"Could you take a photo with me?"
"Do you have a camera?" she asked, surprised.
"Yep!" He pulled out an ancient cell phone. "You wouldn't believe what I've found in the trash pile!"
He stood next to her, raised the phone, and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Say cheese!" The phone clicked, and he let her go. "Look at this!" he exclaimed, examining the image. Mark looked like a child on Christmas morning, while Melissa felt incredibly uneasy.
"I'll be leaving now," she said.
"Bye! Thank you! Thank you so much!" He stared at the page and returned to his couch.
"It was nice meeting you, Mark."
"You too!" He dropped his pants, a smile spreading across his face as he resumed his work.
Melissa took a step, then stopped. She couldn't get the image of his large member out of her head.
"Um, Mark," she said, looking back. "Is there something you do...often?"
"Do what?" He looked up from his work.
"You know." She gestured toward the magazine and what was behind it.
"Jerk off?" His face blushed. "Oh yeah. I don't have much else to do, and it's always you. I jerk off to you."
"Really? That's so sweet," she replied, a bit taken aback. "Alright, goodbye."
"Bye!"
She took another step, then stopped abruptly. She couldn't shake the image of the man masturbating.
"Mark," she said, turning back, "is there anything, um, I can help with?"
"Help?"
"Um, you know, with that." She nodded and her eyes went to the magazine.
"That!" The man lifted the magazine.
"(Gulp) Yes, that."
"Wow! Uh, um, you want to see me?"
"Um, what?"
"Masturbate." He lifted the magazine.
"Oh my," she replied, flushing. "You want me to, um, stand here while you..."
"Yes! That would be fantastic!"
She stepped closer until she was three feet from him. "Okay, what about you?"
"Perfect!" He moved closer, his movements behind the magazine becoming more rapid.
"Um, could I, um, look?"
"Look at what?" The realization hit him. "You want to watch me jerk off?" She nodded, embarrassed.
"Alright." He put the magazine down.
She couldn't take her eyes away. "Are you...are you, um, close?"
"I'm getting there!"
"Is there anything I can do to..."
"Oh wow! Geez. Um, would you...would you mind taking off your dress?"
"Um, take off my dress!"
"Yes!"
She hesitated. "Is it really safe? Somebody might see me."
"Trust me. Nobody will."
She glanced from side to side. "Alright. But don't do anything weird."
"I won't. Will stay right where I am."
She shed her red dress and kicked it aside. She stood in her lace bra, matching panties, and high heels. "Ready?"
"Perfect!" The movements behind the magazine increased in speed.
"So, um, are you...are you almost finished?"
"I'm getting there!"
"Can I help?"
"Mm, um, could you maybe, um, touch yourself?"
"What?" she asked, confused.
"I can't see. You should, um, play with yourself. That way I'll know how it feels."
"Okay." Gulping, she began rubbing her chest.
"Close your eyes. Imagine it's me."
She closed her eyes and imagined Mark masturbating. "I can see you," he said.
"Okay." She continued to touch herself.
"That looks great. Ready for the finale?"
"Aah!" She opened her eyes in time to witness the grand finale.
"Make sure you clean up," she said, standing back up. "Alright. Bye."
Oh wow, that's incredible! Definitely helps speed things up.
Melissa discovered she'd never actually watched a man masturbate to finish before. She was spellbound. Although she was only in her underwear, her body temperature was rising. It didn't take long for Mark's movements to change. His jaw tightened. His eyes closed. His strokes became more violent.
"Yeah man, that's it! Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah! That's it! That's it! Oh fuck!" His head pressed back into the couch. "Fuck gah!"
She was surprised when a thick stream shot out of his penis like a geyser, then returned to earth. It smacked against his hand and thigh. His body jerked on the couch while he continued to grasp his tool and mutter curses.
Eventually, he settled into the cushions. He opened his eyes drowsily and looked at Melissa.
"That was fucking amazing," he breathed while digging for a towel beside him and wiping himself.
"Thank you for letting me help."
"Yeah. It was amazing. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
She cautiously retrieved her dress and stepped back into it when she observed him pick up the magazine again. It appeared as though he was about to pleasure himself once more.
She slipped her dress over her shoulders. "Um, are you...are you going to, you know, do it again?"
"Do what again?"
"You know...that."
"Oh! You mean jerkin' off?"
Fascinated, "Again? You're already hard again?" Amazement filled her as he raised the magazine to exhibit his fresh erection. My God! Is he even bigger than he was the first time?
"Oh yeah. I need to crank three or four of 'em off before he goes back down. Otherwise it simply builds up and is bloody painful."
Three or four times? Winston hasn't gotten hard two times in one day in years, let alone back-to-back!
"That's...that's amazing!" She managed a pause. Mark's eyes widened as her dress fell to the floor. He watched closely as she approached.
"What...what are you doing?" Mark inquired nervously.
"I want to help."
"Help? How do you intend to do that?" He gazed on in stupefied disbelief as she abandoned her dress and knelt in front of him.
"Can I jerk you off this time?"
"Okay? Are you kidding me?" He groaned when her hand replaced his.
"Are you absolutely certain no one will see us?"
"Not a single soul."
Jesus Christ! My hand barely wraps around him! She started sliding her hand up and down his slick, veined shaft.
"No fucking around, right? No hair pulling!"
Mark's eyes were already closed. "Understood."
"How does this feel?"
Mark moaned, "I'm in paradise."
"I'm pleased to hear that. Can I do anything to make this happen quicker?"
"I don't know. Could you...could you talk dirty?"
Talk dirty? "Sure." After a brief pause, she mentally envisioned Bernadette's tone. "Mmmm, your massive cock feels so good in my hand. I want to stroke you and stroke you and stroke you."
Mark nodded. "Mmm, yeah, that's great."
Melissa had jerked off numerous guys before, so she had a fair idea of how long it took most men to reach orgasm. But Mark was showing no signs of nearly completing.
"Is this not enjoyable for you?"
"Oh, don't get me wrong! This feels nice!"
"But...but...you're not, you know, throbbing."
"Oh! Yeah, well...I apologize."
"Is there anything I can do to make you finish faster?"
"Actually," he began.
"What?" she inquired.
"If you could take off your bra, that'd really speed things up."
"What? Jerking you off isn't enough? You want me to do it topless?"
"Hey, you asked. I'm just being real."
Apparently, he was right. I did ask. And, to his credit, he was honest.
"Alright, alright.'' He couldn't believe he was witnessing his dream girl remove her bra. She placed the item on the floor beside her and pointed at him. "No messing around!"
He held his hands up. "I promise. No messing around."
She continued her work. "Here we go. Is that better for you?"
Now, instead of lolling back with his eyes closed, Mark stared directly at her. "Oh yeah. That's fantastic.''
"I'm glad. Because I want you to finish. I really want you to finish powerfully."
"Um, instead of 'finish', can you say 'cum'? That would make it a lot dirtier.''
"Sure." She cleared her throat. "Come on, Mark. I want you to cum...I want you to cum like you've never cum before."
"Oh yes, that's it."
"Keep going, baby. Cum for me. I want to make you cum. Ah! Hey!" Without noticing, Mark had managed to slide a hand under and grasp one of her breasts. "I stated no messing around!"
Mark didn't remove his hand. He began to knead and massage her rigid globe. "I understand. I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. It's been such a long time since I touched a woman's breast."
Her heat rose. This poor man! It wouldn't be wrong to let him grope my breast a little bit, right? He must've suffered sufficiently! "(ahem) Okay, fine. But...gah!" She squeaked when he pinched a nipple. "Okay. Be...be careful. I can get quite out of control when someone plays with my nipples. So just be gentle...gah!"
Mark smiled. "Noted."
She returned to rubbing the large snake in her hand.
"So...so...does it...ah!" She gasped every time he twisted or tugged her erect nipple. "Does it...ah...feel...mmmmm...good? Hmmmm? Do you like having my...ah! My...breast in your hand?"
"Your breasts are astounding! Better than I ever imagined!"
"Really? You...you...ah! You dream about my...ah! My...breasts?"
"Yes. Always."
"Oh yeah? What do you dream about?"
"Well, normally you...you wrap your breasts around my penis..."
She examined his face with a sideways smile. "Like this." She crawled closer, slid his thick rod into her cleavage, and encased it with her mounds.
"Ahhh, fuck! Yes, that...that's it. Oh, fuck!"
She began to grind her hips. "What else?"
"Well, um, you know...cum! Every time I, you know, pop out of the top, you...you...grrrr...put it in your mouth."
She examined his groin. Sure enough, four inches of him were poking out like a gopher emerging from its burrow.
"Mmmmm, that sounds interesting."
"Oh my God! Yes, that's it! Holy fuck!" he barked when she sucked the tip like a popsicle. "Oh yes, that's it! Holy fuck!"
The flavor of salty sweat and several days' worth of smegma filled her mouth. Nevertheless, she couldn't care less. Her senses were lost in the primal depravity of the moment. This continued for several minutes. Melissa's legs were weakening. She needed to come up with a strategy.
Fuck it! she thought.
Suddenly, Mark thought Huh?! When she drew his phallus from between her breasts. In the next instant his head flew back into the couch.
"Holy fuck!"
Melissa impaled her face with the first six inches of his organ. Her face bobbed in and out of his lap, taking a little more of him in with each bounce down. Without even considering, her hand slipped between her legs. Her moan rang out at the first brush of her finger against her swollen clit.
"Oh my God! Yes, that's it! Fuck!" Melissa's face was buried in his lap, his testicles pressing against her chin.
"Will you let me know when you're about to cum, right?"
"Sure, yeah, of course. I'll let you know when I'm about to ejaculate."
She gazed at him with a mischievous smirk. "Good."
"Aaah...fuck!" he shrieked when she forced down on the back of her head and pressed his hips forward. "Come on, you fucking whore! Take it! Take it all!" He forced her head down when she tried to raise it. "Oh no you fucking don't!"
Melissa had experienced her fair share of cock in her oral cavity during her time in Hollywood. But she had never swallowed even close to the size of this prison. However, she was determined. She attacked with zeal. Every time he slammed his prick against the back of her mouth, she gagged slightly.
Suddenly, Mark gasped. His body froze. "Holy shit! Fuck!" She had his face buried in her lap, his balls on her chin.
Starting from that moment, his fingers dug into the old fabric of the couch, as if it was the thing keeping him from soaring into the atmosphere.
"Oh my fucking God!" he exclaimed in rapture.
She could feel him pulsing deep within her throat. Fingers were stabbing at her wound. Just a little bit longer, please! I'm almost there!
Yet it wasn't to be. The saltiness of his dried pre-cum tickled her tongue. My head shot out of his lap, grabbed the pulsating member, and jerked.
"Come on, baby, give it to...UGH!"
His body twitched. A thick rope shot out his opening and struck her cheek.
"Oh fuck!" he cried out to the heavens. "Oh my fucking God! Fuck!"
It splattered across my eyelid and climbed up my forehead into my blonde locks. Another one struck my chin and coated my neck. I quickly dove back down and swallowed the erupting member, sucking him like trying to pull his heart out.
The pulsing in my mouth finally ceased. I thought I was safe to raise my head, only to find it wasn't. Mark was panting upon first sight of me.
"Oh shit! I...I...I came all over your face!"
I tongue the corner of my lips and chuckled. "That was a lot of stuff!"
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry! Here!"
He handed the flaccid towel at his side. It held the same smell as what was on my face.
"It's ok. I told you to let me know because I didn't want you...cumming in my mouth. I should've let you cum in my mouth," I laughed as I wiped my face. "So, how close was that to your dream?"
"Well, I usually cum all over your tits, not your face."
I cocked my head and smiled. "Are you complaining?"
"Oh no! Oh hell no! Are you kidding me?! Hell no!"
I giggled again. "Good." Standing up, I began collecting my clothes.
"Are you...leaving?" Mark asked, his tone sad.
"Yes, I should probably leave before..." I turned to face Mark, then saw it. "Oh my God! Are you still hard?!"
Mark looked at his lap, back to me. "Well, yeah. I told you, it takes three or four times before it goes away."
"So...it's going to stay hard?"
He nodded. "Oh yeah. After all of this? This is a dream come true. Yeah, I probably have two or three more left."
"Seriously?"
"Oh yeah, for sure."
A devious smile spread across my face. "Good," I sneered. I dropped the clothes in my hands and walked towards him.
"Um, good?"
I nodded. My eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh yeah." I cast off my sodden red panties and tossed them to the side.
Mark's eyebrows shot up his forehead. He was staring at my engorged, glistening lips with hairless skin around it. All that remained was a thin blonde strip of hair just above it.
"Holy shit," he moaned.
"Sucking on the large cock of yours made me want to scratch an itch. You have just the tool for it."
"Really?"
I nodded. "Oh yeah." I climbed onto his lap. "What do you say? Do you want to fuck my tight, aching pussy?"
He froze as I wrapped my very small hand around his monolithic phallus.
He nodded shakily. "Y-y-yes."
I grinned back at him as I guided myself down his length. "Good."
He felt my warmth hover above him. We both shivered when I first touched him. I gasped when his bloated head parted my lips.
"Ohhhhh myyyyy gaaaaawd," I moaned while I began descending on him. "Sweet Mother Mary," I signed once I had fully engulfed him.
"Fuuuuuuuck," Mark groaned when I landed in his lap. "That's one tight little snatch!"
"That's because you're so fucking big!" Winston has never filled me up like this! I started to slowly raise and lower myself, then reached down and guided his hands to my chest to allow him to cup each breast. "Mmmmmm, that feels good. That feels good, doesn't it?" I cooed.
"Ohmagawd, yes. It's incredible!"
I giggled. "Good." I arched my back as he twisted a knob. "Oh sweet Jesus, you're going to drive me insane!" I rode him more rapidly. "Oh my God, your fat cock feels marvellous," I gushed, lost in my pleasure.
His face contorted into a crooked grin. "I'll bet you like this then."
He thrust upward, tossing me into the air to the point I nearly flew off him.
"OH my God!" I howled. He did it again. "OH my God!"
He chuckled. "You liked that, didn't you?"
Oh gosh, you big, dirty man! She clenched her muscles and started riding him intensely. She peered into his distorted face. "So how do you like that, you scoundrel?"
"Oh crap! It feels like you're about to snap it off inside of me!"
"Exactly," she hissed. "I'm going to screw you so hard that you'll never even consider another female."
Mark winced. "Holy sh*t! No! Never! Not another female!"
"That's right. My pnsy is the only one you'll desire," she said as she persisted in bouncing in his lap. She quite enjoyed being in control. It was uber hot! She could feel the stallions rupturing up her loins. "I'm going to screw that fat dck of yours until it blows."
"Oh damn! Fck that cck! Fck it hard! Oh fck yes!"
She continued to ride him as if she were a cowgirl on a rearing buck. Her thighs were on fire. He was inside her so deep it seemed like he'd impale her ribcage. His throbbing felt like a fist opening and closing within her. Her stallions were about to smash through her gates.
"Are you about to release? Dude, are you about to shoot one off inside of me with that gigantic c*ck of yours?"
"Oh damn yes! Holy sh*t, I can't last much longer!"
"Come on, baby, make me cum. I'm going to cum all over that fat c*ck. Oh my, it feels so good. Oh Holy Jesus, you're going to make me cum! Oh sweet Mary, you're going to make me cum!"
He could feel her muscles tensing around him. "Holy sht! You're going to make me cum! Holy fck! Oh my fcking God! Fck! Aaaaaiiiiiiiyyyyyeee!
The explosion within her flung her gates wide open.
"Sh*t! Mary and Joseph! Oh God! Oh God! Ahhhh...I..I...aaaaiiiiiiiyyyyyeeee!"
A herd of thunder and lightning tore through her slender body. Each throb of Mark's tremendous muscles only made things worse. His load failed to extinguish the fire dormant within.
They cursed at each other as they pleaded for divine mercy. Their cries echoed off the brick walls and steel dumpsters that surrounded them. Eventually, they could bear it no more.
Her gleaming body draped itself over him. Their chests heaved in unison as they panted for air.
"That was fantastic," she murmured in his ear.
"That was insane fantastic." He paused. "I can die a content gentleman."
She cackled. "Don't die just yet. I'm not yet finished with you."
"Huh?!"
"Oh no. You don't get off that effortlessly."
When she lifted herself off of him, it was as though a plug had come loose. She could feel a trickle start to run down the inside of her legs. He watched in open-mouthed astonishment as she fell to her knees in front of him. He grunted as she grabbed his gleaming piece. For the first time, it was beginning to show signs of weakening. She offered him a few strong tugs, coaxing a dribble to emerge. His head snapped back onto the couch as she absorbed him into her lap multiple times until she surfaced again and released him from her mouth with a "pop".
She looked into his stunned face with a mischievous grin. "I pretty much revel in the taste of myself on a man's c*ck," she stated as she massaged him.
"So, do you ever do that to Howard?"
Melissa chuckled. "He wishes!"
Continued tomorrow...
