"The Beautiful Game" With Mel McLaughlin
The Beautiful Game
With Mel McLaughlin
Written by TPG
CODES: MF, drunk, gloryhole
DISCLAIMER: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only
(Updated November 2020)
She was just about the hottest chick at the network, and as luck would have it, I had been forced to share a small office cubicle with her in the corner of the office.
Like me, Melanie "Mel" McLaughlin had begun working at the network just shy of a month, but had already been promoted to local sports correspondent, which certainly ruffled a few feathers; particularly since rumor had it that she had slept with the boss.
That being said, the gorgeous sports correspondent and I became fast friends, and due to the commencement of the FIFA World Cup, Mel and I had arranged to head out into town to grab a bite to eat and watch the telecast.
"You're okay with having a few drinks today, right?" she quizzed.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Just checking," she shrugged. "Some guys might take it the wrong way and think it was a date or something."
"Don't flatter yourself Mel." I teased. "I've got a girlfriend remember. Besides, you're like five years older than me, and I'm not into older chicks."
This made her laugh.
As luck would have it Mel was going through a messy divorce, and thanks to our many conversations, had expressed how she now wanted to focus on her career and had sworn off all men. I guess I just happen to be in the right place at the right time.
So a few hours later, we piled into the back of a taxi and made our way over to the red light district of Sydney, the infamous Kings Cross.
As we made our way across town, it took all of my strength not to look down and perv at her long legs, as the skirt she wore managed to ride up quite high above her knee and accentuated her heels and anklet.
"Wait until I tell you what happen to me earlier," she said in the backseat. "One of the guys upstairs came onto me."
Considering the way she looked I wasn't half surprised - that and the rumors of her preferring married men - but I still faked interest and outrage.
"Really? What did you do?"
"I just flirted my way out of it, of course." she smirked. "But it was pretty intense. He practically propositioned me for sex, and insinuated that I get behind his desk and give him a blowjob."
"oh, is that all?" I joked.
Melanie gasped at my lack of interest and playfully punched me in the shoulder.
"What do you mean, is that all. That's pretty serious don't you think?"
"I'm only kidding,"
Melanie rolled her eyes.
"You're such a dick sometimes, but that's probably why we get along so well."
I have to say I did find her objections quite ironic, since it was no secret around the office that she had "dated" several of the executives up on the eight floor. In fact rumor had it that her recent break up due to her having an on and off again affair with on of the CEOs.
Whether or not this was true, it made everyone in the office either stay clear of her or treat her with kit gloves, as nobody wanted to risk doing or saying something around her that might get them fired.
While I didn't condone the affair or the advantage she had over us, it certainly gave me pause and made me a little nervous around her, even though we were good friends.
We soon arrived to the bar and found a quiet booth to sit and enjoy some drinks and snacks, while watching the opening ceremony in Brazil. We had a great conversation throughout, spoke about the big event, our projects at work, and eventually discussed her private life.
Amusingly enough there were a few awkward pauses when the topic of sex came up, and Mel admitted that despite being single she was officially off the market.
"So what are you going to do for sex?" I asked bluntly. "I mean, you're not going to swear it off entirely are you?"
"I'll just let my fingers do some walking, if you know what I mean." she winked.
I quipped back, "You know they have toys for that."
"Meh. I'm not really into that stuff. I still prefer the old fashioned way. I just need my fingers and my imagination."
It was a surprisingly candid admission, which made my cock twitch.
Having enjoyed a light lunch, we started to order some desserts which consisted of several small alcoholic cakes, and that combined with the wine, quickly turned our fun and carefree conversation into a much more candid and "racy" discussion about our favorite (sexual) positions, experiences, and kinks.
At one point Mel even made a bold proclamation.
"Trust me, ask any girl in here and most will tell you that sometimes we don't want all that romantic stuff, and just want to get slammed up against a wall and fucked hard!"
"Is that what you're into, rough sex?" I quizzed. "Why am I not surprised."
"Not always," she admitted. "but every once in a while it's fun to be treated that way."
"Yeah sounds like fun."
Mel added, "Sometimes it's all I can think about when I'm getting off."
"Jesus. Now there's an image."
"You're welcome." she winked before taking another long swig from her wine glass.
Over the next few minutes Mel and I really started to open up, asking and confessing to all kinds of personal shit that we otherwise would never have dreamed telling anyone.
"So what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" I challenged. "You ever had sex in public?"
Judging from the sly grin on her face I could tell she had.
"What about you? I bet you've done some kinky shit."
"Pretty much." I shrugged. "I've probably been inside every one of those strip clubs here in the cross."
"Why am I not surprised."
We then discussed whether or not she had ever ventured into an adult theater to which she claimed she hadn't, only in fear of being recognized.
"I'm not saying I'm famous or anything," she clarified. "—but I do get funny looks when I go shopping now and then."
"Well, maybe if you're good we can scratch it off your bucket list."
"Ha. Yeah, you wish." she laughed. "Who knows. Maybe if you get me drunk enough I might consider it."
"Deal. I'll hold you to that."
A FEW SHORT HOURS LATER, and both Mel and I were well and truly drunk. In fact at one point during lunch a group of tradies began to flirt and chat with her while seated at a nearby table, while I quietly watched her not only respond but almost encourage their advances.
This went on for several minutes before I asked her if she was ready to leave, and was surprised to see just how "friendly" and affectionate she suddenly seemed, grabbing my arm and permitting me to hold her hand as we left the bar.
While my intentions were purely honorable, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction as her admirers watched her leave with me arm in arm. Outside, we stood waiting for a cab while I literally had to hold her up as she tripped and giggled and was a little unsteady on her heels.
"You got a real thrill out of that, didn't you."
"What are you talking about?"
"Grabbing my hand and walking out with me." she smiled. "I could tell it really stroked your ego."
Just hearing her say the words 'stroke' made my cock twitch, and I quickly realized that I wasn't in such great shape either. We had definitely had a little too much to drink.
We stood waiting there for an available taxi for a few minutes before I finally snapped, and lead us further down the street, hoping to find another taxi rank.
"Hey, where are you taking me?" she teased at one point. "Don't get any funny ideas mister."
"I wouldn't dream of it Mel."
"You should know, just because I'm drunk right now doesn't mean you're going to get laid.. I'm not THAT easy."
The mere fact that it had crossed her mind really turned me on. Noting her playful mood, I decided to try my luck and see if she'd be interested in walking into one of the many adult clubs we passed.
"What do you think.. you game?" I grinned.
I could tell she was a little hesitant at first but the longer she thought about it the more she seemed keen.
"Err, I dunno."
"What are you worried about, you're not going inside alone. I'm here to look after you."
"I suppose." she ruminated.
"Aren't you even a little curious?"
There was a long pause before she finally agreed.
"okay, fuck it." she said. "before I change my mind."
With her permission, I pulled he into the long narrow hallway - which featured neon lights - and made our way upstairs. Inside a live stage show went on in the main room, while several "dancers" and half uninterested escorts stood around looking bored.
I pulled Mel into the main room where we squeezed up against the back wall and watched as a gorgeous young blonde entertained the crowd of a dozen or so men, dancing around in nothing but a tiny thong, which she ultimately peeled off and threw into the audience.
Even though it was her first time, I could tell the show was having a profound effect on Mel who was gently swaying to the music and watching the show intently.
I remember thinking there was no way in hell she couldn't feel the large budge in my pants pressed up against her butt, as I stood behind and permitted her to lean on me. In fact at one point I even felt her push back against me before looking over her shoulder to smile seductively, and make a comment about the girl.
"How old do you reckon she is?" she commented, as I felt her continue to wiggle around and grind on my cock.
"Are you having a good time?" I asked.
"Sure. What about you?" she smiled while rubbing her ass against me. "How you going back there?"
It was a rhetorical question, as she knew full well how I was "going."
I responded by reaching around her hips to stop her from grinding on me, but this only seemed to spur her on and she doubled her efforts. We stood watching as the strip tease quickly escalated into a live masturbation show, which went on for a few minutes before Mel seemed interested in exploring more of the club.
"What's upstairs?"
"Let's go and take a look."
We took the first flight of stairs which read "video booths" and reached for door #7. I let Melanie led the way where once inside we found a small dark room with soft lighting and a cushioned leather couch that faced a wall mounted TV. Overall the booths were in much better condition than I expected, thanks to a recent renovation.
While I quickly busied myself with the controls and tried to find something decent to watch, Mel immediately pointed to the small holes in the wall and laughed when she realized what is was - a gloryhole.
"Wow," she commented as a movie soon flashed across the screen. "this place it pretty hardcore."
"Yep, seems that way." I answered.
I could hear a slight slur in her voice which indicated just how drunk she actually was.
"I might go find the bathroom and take a quick whiz," I remarked, to which Mel immediately panicked.
"No, don't go anywhere!" she said while clutching my arm. "Don't you dare leave me alone in a place like this."
We both laughed, despite her anxiety.
"What are you afraid of?"
Mel sighed and pulled me closer to her, just as the TV caught our attention and we watched in silence as a young Lexi Belle proceeded to take on a room full of black men.
As we stood watching the porn scene play out on the screen, Mel and I now stood so close to one another that I could hear her breathing and feel the heat emanate from her body.
The woman just exuded sex appeal. Everything about her was sexy.
With nothing to lose I slowly slipped my hands around her hips and pulled her even tighter against me, making sure she'd notice that hard wood in my pants. Showing no signs of resistance, I let my hands wander around a little further, and finally slipped them inside her blouse to make contact with her skin.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you." she finally whispered in a calm voice. "You may not be ready for the consequences."
"Don't make promises you can't keep," I replied, while leaning over to kiss her ear and neck.
"Mm, I'm just warning you... I don't think this is a good idea."
But even as she spoke, I could feel her body betraying her.
"And why's that?"
"cos I don't know if I can control myself, if you keep doing that."
The action on the screen was heating up and turning Mel on. She now opened her stands a little and actively moved her hips against my cock, while I let my hands explore more of her figure.
To her credit, Mel had somehow managed to reach back and unzip my fly, and now began to stroke my cock in her hand while she concentrated on the TV.
I remember thinking that if someone had told me earlier that day that this was how our "date" would turn out, I would have thought you were crazy. And yet there we were, locked away in some dark video booth grinding and masturbating together.
"You really seem to like this movie," I commented, as my hands finally reached up to cup her breasts.
"Mm, think you could handle me?" she asked rhetorically. "Fuck. You're so hard right now."
As she continued to play with my cock I heard a faint rustling sound beside us before a very large penis suddenly protruding out through one of the glory holes.
"Holy shit," she giggled. "That scared the shit out of me."
"I know right, looks like we have an audience."
"Wow," she muttered in disbelief. "Look at the size of that thing."
"Why don't you reach over and give him a friendly little tug."
"What, no way!" she blushed, too afraid to approach much less touch it.
But despite her reluctance I noticed how her attention now alternated between the porno on the screen and that large throbbing cock in the wall.
"Err, I dunno." she muttered as though trying to convince herself. "What should I do?"
"Just take your time, and wrap your fingers around it." I suggested. "I'm sure he'll leave if you just touch it a little."
We both knew that was bullshit, but I was so fucking turned on at the prospect of watching her play with another mans cock that I would have been willing to say almost anything to make it happen.
"Are you sure about this," she asked, as she reached out to tentatively touch the penis. "Are you okay with it?"
She got her answer in the form of a low moan from behind the wall, as Melanie curled her fingers around his manhood and proceeded to stroke his cock.
"I can't believe you've making me do this." she smirked sexily.
I can't even begin to explain how absolutely ravishing she looked in that moment, finally surrendering to her desires. I played with still nipples as she played with the cock, twisting and tweaking them between my thumb and forefinger.
"This probably gets you off," she whispered hotly. "Watching me stroke this huge cock."
"Well you don't hear me complaining,"
"And here I stupidly thought you might get jealous." she said.
"Jealous?" I snickered. "If it were up to me, you'd be doing a whole lot more right now."
Without saying a word, Mel turned to face me and kissed me hard on the lips. The entire world around us suddenly faded into the distance, as our tongues sort each other out and I felt her moan in response.
Then, without missing a beat the stunning reporter turned and crouched down in front of the mystery cock, and casually slipped it into her mouth.
"Fuck-yeah, now that's hot." I encouraged, as I reached down to give my own cock a quick squeeze.
I watched as she slowly dragged her lips along its full length, stopping briefly to tease the head with her tongue, before taking most of it into her mouth. She then grabbed hold of the shaft and bobbed her head back and forth.
I could hear the stranger groan from the other side of the wall, as she picked up the pace and seemed intent on making me nut quickly, switching it up from just a blowjob to a handjob.
"Yeah, come for me." she hissed seductively. "You like that?"
In an instant the other voice cried out and suddenly blew his load all over her face, causing her to quickly wrapped her mouth around the spewing rod to stop it from making a bigger mess.
At this point I was so riled up, that I immediately pulled her up from the wall, and before she could object, slammed her up against it as I fumbled with her skirt and finally impaled her.
"UGH! FUCK!!" she grunted, as I reached over to yank her long hair back and hold her in place.
The fact that she already had another mans load smudged all over her pretty face, only made the entire encounter that much more hot and nasty. I wasn't half surprised to discover just how fucking wet she was, as I began to thrust at her.
"Yes, fuck me." she grunted over her shoulder. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop now."
I didn't intend to, as the drunk newscaster moaned even louder than before, as I utterly pounded her into submission.
"Mnn-nnghh-yes! Harder." she chanted. "ohmigodd."
It was at this point that Mel suddenly found a burst of energy, and without warning pushed me off her, only to shoved me down onto the seat so she could straddle me.
All I could do is sit there with a bemused look on my face as the gorgeous journalist now rode me like a bucking bronco, and used my body to get herself off.
Watching her like this, I only managed to last another minute or so before I started to announce my impending climax. In truth I didn't really know what I expected her to say, but when she simply glared down at me and urged me to shoot my load deep inside her pussy, I almost popped right then and there.
Both McLaughlin and I gasped at the same time as I suddenly and unceremoniously exploded inside her pussy, flooding her pussy and bathing her womb with hot, searing cum.
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