The taut muscles in Katrina's neck and shoulders relaxed almost as soon as I began kneading them. I worked the fragrant oil into her flawless, deeply tanned flesh, listening to her moan softly. If anyone had been listening, I'm sure they would have suspected it was a moan of sexual ecstasy.
If anyone had looked into the room filled with flickering candlelight, they might have thought that's what was happening. With the shades closed tightly and the lights dimmed, it might as well have been midnight instead of mid-afternoon. But as my client, Katrina had requested and paid for this very special treatment.
I aim to please.
"You have magic fingers," Katrina murmured. "Thank you," I said.
I paused in my massaging only long enough to rest the back of my hand against her body while I poured warm oil into my palm. The oil was a special blend of herbs, including mint, that Katrina had requested. Never breaking contact with her body, I turned my hand over, transferring the oil onto skin. Then I kneaded my way down her slender back, pushing the sheet away from her lower body with the back of my hand.
"Really, I mean it," she said, turning her head so that her cheek rested on the back of her hand. "The stress just seems to fly away at the end of your fingertips."
"That's what you pay me for," I reminded her.
Katrina was quiet for a while, her slow, regular breathing filling the room as she relaxed even further. I was used to these long silences with some of my patients, but not with her. Katrina had been coming to me for a massage three times a week for over a year. During that time, we had talked about most everything from money to men and had become pretty good friends. I knew she had something on her mind.
"Well, most of the stress," she said as if she'd been having a private conversation in her head all along.
"What kind of stress could you have?" I said, half-teasing. "You're rich and you're beautiful. You have everything a woman could ask for." These statements were true. Katrina was one of the richest divorcees in town.
"Almost everything," she said softly.
"What could you possibly want that you don't have?" I asked.
Moving to the end of the table, I began massaging her shapely calves, slowly working my slick hands up the back of her muscular thighs. Katrina's legs parted slightly and I thought I heard her moan again.
"A lover," she finally answered.
"Excuse me," I said, my fingers sliding to a halt. "What about.. . "
"I mean a real lover," she blurted, cutting off my question. "A man who can satisfy me. One who gives me what I really need."
Her outburst seemed to embarrass her. It had only surprised me. She had never mentioned any lack of sexual satisfaction from her many young lovers. In fact, at times, I was almost jealous of her active love life.
Neither one of us spoke again until I was ready to work on her front. "Turn over," I whispered.
When Katrina turned over, the sheet slid to the floor, revealing her beautiful body. I'd seen her naked before, but this time was different. The soft lighting only enhanced the stiff peaks of her candy-pink nipples. The honey-colored curls at the base of her belly looked damp. I could hardly take my eyes off her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered as she covered her breasts with her hands. It was a loving caress. "I've been like this for days. Aching for a cock." Her voice shook as she slid those long-fingered hands down her body. As they covered her mound, she gasped and her legs parted slightly.
A whiff of her musky scent reached my nose. I swallowed hard and tried not to watch the finger that disappeared between her swollen lips. My own cunt grew loose and moist at the sight.
"But it's more than a cock. I need to cum and cum and cum," she moaned, as if she were alone. Her eyes were closed and she worked the finger in and out slowly.
I had no idea Katrina felt as if she could talk and act this freely with me. Many times before, I'd had the desire to touch her in something more than a professional way, but I could not risk losing my license, ruin my career. "Are you asking me to.. . ? "
"My fingers just aren't enough," she whimpered. The green eyes that gazed at me glittered feverishly. "I'm afraid I need something only another woman can give me."
Something about that phrase triggered a memory. A friend, Pam, had given me a birthday party earlier that month. As a gag gift, she had bought me a vibrator. The note on the card said, "For those times when you fingers just aren't enough."
As I stood there watching, Katrina drew her legs up high and pushed two fingers deep into her twat. They gleamed wetly when they reappeared. My mind reeled at this sudden turn of events and my pussy responded as if it were full of fingers. But I knew that vibrator was in my bottom desk drawer as surely as I knew my own name.
"Katrina, I have something," I said, and then had to swallow again before I could finish. "Something that might help."
"I'll try anything," she groaned. She rocked her clit with her palm and humped her fingers gently.
My desk and a two-drawer file cabinet were the only pieces of furniture in the small adjoining room that I called my office. I headed in that direction on suddenly weak legs. The crotch of my panties was wet. I was surprised at my reaction to Katrina's confession. Pam had been my only female lover and Richard, my current boyfriend, took care of my sexual needs. Yet, as I reached for the box containing the vibrator, I found that more than anything, right at that moment, I wanted Katrina.
She had both hands between her legs when I returned to the semi-dark room. As I approached the end of the table, I could see her juices bubbling out around her fingers. They slid slowly down her crack to her puckered anus and puddled there. Again, the musky scent of her heat reached my nose, exciting me.
"Kat," I began, my voice little more than a whisper. "I have something that might help."
Opening her eyes, she looked at me, but her fingers never stopped moving.
"A vibrator. Someone gave it to me as a joke." I laughed softly. "I've never used it, but.. . "
"How does it work?" she asked, her voice strained and throaty. She pushed her fingers deep and held them there.
My hands were shaking as I took the flesh-colored sex toy out of the box. It was fully eight inches long and so thick my fingers barely reached around it.
"It looks almost real," she whispered, her gaze riveted on the penis-shaped object filling my hand. "What does it feel like?"
"It feels like a cock, too," I answered. Running my fingers over the bulbous knob, I curled them around the thick shaft, which was made of some sort of pliable rubber. It did indeed feel like the real thing.
"I've never used one," she said, and reached for my toy with her free hand.
"You switch it on here," I explained, showing her the switch on the bottom as I handed it over.
She flicked the switch on the bottom with her thumb and the vibrator buzzed to life.
"Rub it on your nipples," I suggested, squeezing my legs together tightly around my own aching cunt.
Katrina followed my instructions. "Ooooooh!" she moaned, moving the tip from one stiff peak to the other.
"It feels great on your clit, too," I told her, moving closer to the end of the table so I could watch.
"You do it," she said suddenly, and pushed the toy back in my direction.
The fingers that took the vibrator from her trembled with excitement.
Spreading her legs wide, Katrina parted her furry lips, offering herself to me freely. The tiny, wet bud that was her clit looked for all the world like a miniature prick. It throbbed steadily. Her sexy scent was even stronger now that I stood gazing into her liquid center.
A low groan escaped her lips when I moved the rounded end of the vibrator around and over her clit just as she had done with her nipples. The mouth of her pussy pulsed and more juices flooded out. She worked her hips up and down slowly as her groan grew louder.
"God, I think I'm going to cum!" she grunted.
I continued teasing her clit with the vibrator while pressing two fingertips just inside of her pussy. Moving the vibrator in a circular motion in one direction, I made an even smaller circle with my fingertips in the other direction.
"I am!" she panted. "I'm cumming!" Her sweaty body thrashing about wildly on the low table. Then, suddenly, she stiffened and grunted a string of obscenities. Her pussy sucked noisily on my fingers. After that, the only sound in the room was the steady buzzing of the vibrator.
I shook through a mini-cum of my own, eased the vibrator off her clit and allowed her to return to reality slowly.
"Jesus!" she hissed. "That was incredible."
Her beautiful chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing. I smiled, proud that I had pleased her. Sex toys were Pam's department. I was more of a hands-on person, but, evidently, she had taught me a few things.
"Make me cum again," she whimpered, thrusting her pussy in my direction. "Put it inside of me."
"It has three speeds," I said, sounding as if I was trying to sell her a car. I had a sudden impulse to add "power steering, cruise control and anti-lock brakes," but in her condition, she wouldn't have appreciated the humor. "If I turn this dial on the bottom.. . " Instead of trying to explain, I turned the dial. The high-pitched whine turned to a deeper buzz. The vibration went up my arm to my own tingling nipples.
"Put it inside of me," she repeated, sounding impatient.
It was I who spread her furry patch this time, and then I pushed the knob against the wet mouth of her pussy. Her groan began at that moment and, as I eased it between her swollen lips, it grew louder and louder. When I withdrew slightly, her pussy clung to it greedily. And when I pushed it in again, her cunt actually sucked it deeper than before.
"God, this is so good!" she groaned. "Fuck me with it. Fuck me till I scream!"
Katrina had suddenly turned into a lust-crazed stranger and I was completely caught up in the moment. While she grunted and groaned and bucked, I fucked her pussy with the vibrator. Thick, wet sounds filled the room as I pumped it in and out, churning her juices to a bubbling froth. They gushed out of her, making the sex toy almost too slick to hold onto. She bucked through a series of small climaxes that hit her like a string of firecrackers.
"My clit," she howled. "Rub my clit."
Unable to control myself any longer, I leaned forward and captured her sensitive bud between my lips. Then I flicked it with my tongue to match the rhythm of the plastic dick pistoning in and out of her hole.
"Yeah," she grunted, placing a hand on my head. "Cumming! NOW!"
I stayed with Katrina until she'd calmed down from her second orgasm of the evening. It was obviously more intense than the first, and her recovery took much longer.
"I thought you said that fucker had three speeds," she breathed, touching my wet lips with her fingertip.
"It does," I said. Removing the vibrator from her freshly fucked pussy, I turned the dial to its furthest position. A deep, throbbing sound filled the room.
"I'll bet that feels good," she said as she stroked the damp, tangled mass of curls between her legs lovingly. "Don't you have to cum?"
I finally confessed that I was pretty turned on.
"Use the vibrator so I can watch," she said.
like I said, I had only had one female lover, so I was a little nervous taking off my clothes in front of Katrina.
"You have beautiful breasts," she said when I shrugged my bra off my shoulders and tossed it aside. "They look so firm."
Her voice was seductive, almost hypnotic, and the hungry way she looked at me chased away any nervousness I felt. All I wanted now was release in any way, shape or form. My entire body was screaming for it.
"The black hairs on your pussy look like silk," she breathed when I stepped out of my panties. "May I touch it?"
Kat was lying on her side on the table and I stepped closer so she could touch me. It was evident she had never been with another woman before. She ran her fingers through my thick bush, her touch hesitant, timid.
Suddenly, I had to have something inside of me. Reaching for the vibrator, which was still buzzing patiently, I placed it in her hand. Spreading my legs wide, I held onto her wrist and showed her exactly where to place the fat knob of the rubber dong. She pushed the end inside of my liquid center, stretching my lips wide. The vibrations seemed to spread outward from the toy, stimulating my clit, warming me all the way to my nipples and then out to the ends of my fingers. My body reached for more involuntarily.
"It smells just like my own," she said, almost to herself as she pushed the vibrator deeper, withdrew it slightly and then pushed it in again. "Hot and wet."
I bit my lip to keep quiet and held onto her wrist, showing her exactly what I wanted. She shoved the vibrator deeper this time, only worsening the itch inside my cunt.
"Fuck it," I grunted, my legs trembling so I was afraid I might fall down.
Katrina sensed what was happening. Pushing the vibrator deep into my pussy and holding it there, she slid off the table and helped me to lie down. I found myself lying on my back, my legs held high and wide while she plunged the vibrator deep into my cunt, withdrew it and pushed it in again. As my orgasm built, subsided and built again, I humped the whirring sex toy with abandon. My grunts of pleasure filled the room and I pinched my own clit to match the rhythm of her thrusts.
"Cum for me," Katrina chanted over and over. "Show me how hard you can cum."
It was the look on her face, the glittering green eyes that pushed me over the edge. The animal-like sounds coming from my lips were unfamiliar, but the waves of pleasure crashing over me were welcome and as familiar as my own name. I never wanted them to end.
They did come to an end. Katrina brought me down slowly, finally pulling the slimy wet vibrator out of me and pushing the end between my breasts. And then she leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth. She pressed her chest against mine, pinning the throbbing fake dick between us. My excitement rose again and both of us were gasping for breath when the kiss ended.
"I like to be taken from behind," she said.
"I think that can be arranged," I said as I swung my legs over the edge of the table and stood up.
Katrina turned her back to me and bent over the table, spreading her legs at the same time. "It makes me feel like a whore," she explained, giving me a pouty glance over one shoulder."
One look at her splayed snatch, which was bright pink and glistening with her juices, and I knew she wasn't joking. Again, I placed the throbbing sex toy against her pussy lips. It was sucked inside even deeper than before. The sexy sound was muffled by her body and accompanied by a throaty groan from Katrina.
"Play with my ass," she moaned.
I began working the vibrator in and out, picking up a rhythm. At the same time, I squeezed her firm cheek, kneading the sweaty flesh expertly. This wasn't something I learned when I was trained to be a masseuse. This was a technique that came naturally. My rough/gentle touch brought even louder moans from Katrina and she reached for more of the vibrator.
"No," Katrina spat out the word, sounding frustrated. "Play with my ass."
It took me a few seconds to realize what she really wanted. Wetting my thumb with my mouth, I pushed it against her puckered anal opening. The change in her throaty grunts was subtle, but it told me I was doing what she wanted. I pushed the tip of my thumb just inside and worked it around in a circle.
"God, yes," Katrina breathed, her body beginning to buck out of control.
I drove my thumb even deeper, fucking her ass with the same steady rhythm that I fucked her pussy.
"Fuck my pussy. Fuck my ass," she wailed, going completely wild as her orgasm overtook her.
Again, I watched her pussy sucking hard on the sex toy. But her ass clamped down on my thumb and that was what sent me reeling off into sexual oblivion.
This time, when Katrina caught her breath, I was sure she had had enough. I withdrew my thumb and then stroked her sweaty hip gently as I turned the vibrator off. Now, the only sound in the room was her ragged breathing. She shuddered as I withdrew the vibrator and then collapsed onto the table, exhausted but happy.
"You can take a shower if you'd like," I said. Not for the first time, I was glad that my apartment was just upstairs.
"In a minute," she said with a smile. "I'm not sure I can walk."
I laughed, pleased with my performance. This was one client I wasn't going to lose any time soon.
"If you treat all your customers like this, you're going to be rich yourself someday," Katrina said when she paid me for my services. I noticed that she had provided me with a generous tip.
"I aim to please," I assured her, and then we scheduled her next appointment.
"I don't know if I can wait two days before I see you again," she said, squeezing my hand.
"Sure you can," I said with a wink. "Stop on the way home and buy yourself a toy."
As I watched Katrina climb into her BMW and drive away, I had the strange feeling that my business career had just taken a sudden, exciting and profitable turn.
CHAPTER TWO
Just before my last client of the day arrived, the telephone rang. It was Richard. Just hearing his voice rekindled the excitement Katrina and I had shared earlier.
"Is our dinner date still on for tonight?" he asked.
"Let's eat here," I suggested. "I want you all to myself tonight."
"I could use a massage, especially on certain parts of my body," he teased.
I shivered at his suggestion. "Remember that vibrator Pam gave me for my birthday?"
"Yeah," he said cautiously.
"One of my female clients needed a little extra stimulation today," I began. "I helped her out."
"Keep the customers happy and they'll keep coming back for more," Richard said with a laugh.
I laughed, too. "I thought maybe you could help me practice just in case.. . "
"I'll be there early," he cut in.
When I finished with my last client, a prominent attorney in town, I hurried upstairs. I took a shower and then dressed in one of my sexiest pieces of lingerie: a white satin teddy that contrasted vividly with my dark complexion. The skimpy piece of clothing was softened with feminine touches of lace and tiny bows. And yet, it emphasized my long legs and firm, high riding breasts that so attracted Richard. Pleased with my looks, I threw together a salad and pulled steaks out of the freezer.
Richard arrived early, as he had promised, carrying a bottle of wine. He loved my new outfit and his fingers traveled over almost every inch when I met him at the door.
He sat at the table watching me prepare our dinner and I told him about the episode with Katrina in detail. Even as I talked, I felt his hot gaze go right through the thin fabric of my clothing.
"Do you think she's going to want this every time she comes?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I wasn't thinking about that. I was wondering what would happen if she told someone and they requested the same thing."
"You enjoyed it." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes, I did."
"Maybe you should get you some new toys just in case," he suggested.
"There's no place in town to buy them."
"Find out how Pam ordered yours."
We talked all through dinner, smiling and touching each other often. And afterwards, we sipped wine by candlelight, kissing from time to time with the sweet taste of the red liquid on our lips. From the beginning, I had adored the way Richard seduced me slowly with his big, dark eyes, his sexy voice, and his hands and mouth. But this time, I was too wired to wait. I was the one undoing the bows at my shoulders, baring my tingling nipples to him.
"In a hurry?" he asked as he pinched the buds gently.
"Just turned on from today," I confessed.
"You promised me a massage," he reminded me, but his mouth was already covering one of my nipples. It grew even stiffer against his teasing tongue.
I moaned and sank lower into the cushions, pulling him on top of me. Richard continued moving his dark head from one of my nipples to the other while he pressed his growing erection against my crotch. My pussy was wet almost instantly and I ground my body against his, cradling his head against my chest. Finally, I spread my legs wide and wrapped them around his hips as he dry-humped me. He was bigger than ever, throbbing with the rapid beating of his heart.
He calmed down after a few moments and cupped my mound. His fingers came away wet. "You're going to ruin your outfit," he murmured.
"Who cares?" I groaned, humping his hand wantonly. "All I want to do is cum."
"That shouldn't take much effort," he breathed.
This time it was his mouth that covered my mound. He sucked the crotch of my teddy into his mouth and then pushed it up between my swollen lips with his strong tongue. I shuddered through a mini-cum, almost overcome by his hot mouth and his hot breath caressing me at the same time.
Again, he sucked the thin material out of me. It was even wetter than before. Using his teeth, he gently unsnapped the crotch of my teddy, revealing my naked pussy to his hungry mouth. That tongue wormed its way between my lips again, only this time it went deeper than before. Groaning, I tangled my fingers in his thick, dark hair and pulled his face tight against my crotch.
"Eat me," I moaned, rocking my hips up and down on the cushions. "Eat my pussy."
Richard gave me exactly what I wanted just like he always did. He drove his thick, oral muscle deep into my pussy again and again, literally fucking me with his mouth. At the same time, he rocked my magic boat with his fingers. In minutes, I was bucking through a breathtaking orgasm that seemed to last for an eternity.
"What do you want now?" he asked as he kissed his way back up to my mouth.
I moaned at the taste of my juices on his lips and began fumbling with his zipper. "I want your cock." With that, I slid even lower on the sofa, spread my legs wide again and humped the air in frustration.
Richard's cock leaped into my hands, bobbing around as if sniffing the air in search of pussy. His breathing quickened when I stroked him. That turned to a low moan as I drew his swollen knob toward my splayed pussy.
Sliding his hands up under my ass, Richard entered me in one smooth stroke. He did not stop until he was buried to the hilt, and then he pulled me even harder against him, working his hips in a wicked little circle. That stimulated my clit perfectly.
Despite our eagerness, we lay like that for a few moments, savoring the sweetness of our joining. We kissed again and again, whispering softly to one another. I could feel his hot cock throbbing inside of me and he whimpered whenever I stroked him with my strong muscles.
Finally, unable to stand it a second longer, I pushed his pants and shorts down out of the way. "Fuck me," I whispered. Squeezing his tight little ass with both hands, I urged him to start moving.
Again, Richard did not disappoint me. He started with long, slow strokes that drove me wild. Then he alternated between short, teasing ones and those deep, savage thrusts that ground my clit between us. Soon, my ass was bouncing all over the sofa as I met him stroke for stroke.
As his excitement rose, his movements increased in speed and depth. That, in turn, thrilled me and I took everything he had and begged for more. The wet sound of my cunt juice being churned to a froth reached my ears. My orgasm swelled inside of me like a balloon, threatening to burst any second.
And then Richard changed positions. In one swift movement, he was sitting on the sofa and I was on top of him. Straddling his lap, I rode him hard and fast, my cries of pleasure filling the room. His hands were on my ass again, squeezing, pulling me down onto him while he bucked upward to meet me. Thrusting my nipple into his mouth, I felt my orgasm taking control.
"Fuck me," I repeated over and over until the words were nothing, but a strangled grunt.
My climax took my breath away, spreading throughout my body like wildfire. I convulsed on top of my lover and then my entire body grew stiff when the pleasure peaked. At that moment, Richard roared and drove himself upward into me one last time. His cock erupted time after time, pumping his hot load deep into my pussy. When it was over, we collapsed, sweaty and exhausted, and we were still half-dressed!
"Why don't you show me what you did with that vibrator today?" Richard suggested.
We had rinsed the sweat off our bodies in the shower and were lying across my big bed. I ran my fingers through the thick hairs on his chest and smiled at the twinkle in his eye. "Do you want me to masturbate in front of you?"
Richard shrugged. "Just show me how you use that vibrator."
Suddenly excited at the prospect of using the vibrator while he watched, I slipped into a robe and hurried downstairs to my office. The vibrator was back in the bottom drawer of the desk and I was back upstairs in just a matter of minutes.
Richard was lying on his back, his prick already growing hard. Obviously, he liked the idea, too.
Hiding the sexy toy behind me, I stopped just inside the door and opened my robe. His eyes simply devoured me as if he'd never seen me naked before. I moved to the foot of the bed and gave him a sexy wink. He placed another pillow under his head and prepared to watch the show.
With the vibrator clutched tightly in my fingers, I brought it around so that Richard could see. He stared at the device, wincing noticeably when I flipped the switch on the bottom, bringing it to life. With my eyes half-closed, I brought it to my lips. The fragrance of Katrina's pussy still lingered on the plastic. That only made me want it more. My tongue snaked out and rolled around the knob just as if it were Richard's cock.
"Jesus!" he hissed. His prick jerked in response and grew longer.
Encouraged by his reaction, I licked my way up and down the bumpy shaft, not stopping until it was shiny wet. And then I sucked it into my mouth. The vibration tickled my lips, but even that was strangely exciting. Finally, I pulled it free and drew a wet line down my throat and across my chest to my right nipple. I moaned as the sex toy teased it into an erection. Then I moved it to the other nipple. The response was the same. Warmed by my mouth, it felt almost exactly like Richard's prick.
As I slid the whirring device down my stomach, to my patch of hairs, I shrugged the robe off my shoulders. Now, I stood in front of Richard completely naked, with the rounded tip of the vibrator pressed against my mound. I teased myself with it, moving it around and around, a gentle promise of what was to come.
Every once in a while, Richard would give himself a promising squeeze with one hand. His prick was standing up proudly out of its nest of dark hair. The heavily-veined shaft throbbed slowly and the knob was bigger than I had ever seen it. I swallowed hard, my mouth watering for him.
"Stick it in your pussy," he grunted.
I didn't have to be asked twice. Placing one foot up on the edge of the bed, I ran the buzzing toy up my inner thigh toward my overflowing cunt. I gasped and shivered with pleasure as the end of the toy slithered between my lips. My pussy quivered and a fresh flood of juices poured out of me. My musky scent permeated the room, only adding to the pleasure of the moment. Even though I gave myself a few precious inches, the well-lubricated vibrator stretched the mouth of my pussy wide.
Richard was stroking himself almost steadily now, never taking his eyes off my slowly undulating body. The end of his prong was wet, too.
I pulled the vibrator out slowly and spread my hairs with two fingers. When the wet, stiff nub was bared to his gaze, I worked the wet end of the whirring device up and over the bump. My gasps filled the room again as a series of mini-cums hit me. I found myself spreading my legs even wider, eager for Richard to see everything.
"Bring yourself off," he said. "I want to see you cum."
Teasing my clit a moment longer with the vibrator, I pressed the tip between my lips again. Groaning, I pushed it up inside of me. God, it felt good and my body moved of its own accord, seeking deeper penetration. After working it in and out a few times, I turned the knob on the bottom, adjusting the speed.
"Damn!" Richard breathed.
By this time, I was lost in a little world of my own. I could see Richard's hand moving up and down his pole. I could see him capturing his pre-cum in his palm and massaging it into his shaft. He cupped his balls with his free hand. This in itself would have been incredibly exciting. Add that to the fact that I was fucking myself with a vibrator right there in front of him and it's no wonder that I brought myself to a quick, hard climax almost without warning.
"What does it feel like?" Richard asked when I caught my breath.
Slowly withdrawing my new best friend, I turned the knob on the bottom to off. Silence filled the room as I sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. I was surprised, but happy that he had not climaxed with me. "Let me show you," I said as I waved the slimy sex toy under his nose.
He inhaled deeply and a sexy grin covered his face. Spreading his arms and legs wide, he offered himself to me. "Take me."
I knelt between his legs, vibrator in hand. His dick already looked as if it was going to explode, and he moaned loudly when I curled my fingers around the steely hardness. It was super hot.
Richard jumped when I turned the vibrator back on. He jumped and gasped when I moved the whirring device, moving up his inner thighs toward his bloated balls. Applying steady pressure, I moved the head of the vibrator in small circles. Once I reached his balls, I skipped over the wrinkled sac and worked my way down the other leg to his knee. By this time, his raspy breathing was filling the room and he was humping my hand.
"Do you like this?" I asked. My pussy was running over again.
"Uh-huh," he muttered. With his eyes closed, he seemed completely lost in ecstasy.
"Would you like for me to suck you off?" I asked, squeezing his prick a bit tighter.
Without waiting for an answer, I covered the end of Richard's prick with my mouth. At the same time, I began brushing his balls with the whirring tip of the vibrator. His guttural grunt told me what I wanted to know. Again and again, I moved the vibrator over and around his nut sac. I swallowed more and more of his cock, squeezing him with my lips, teasing him with my tongue. His pre-cum coated my tongue and his meat throbbed in my mouth.
"What do you think of that?" I asked, releasing him suddenly.
His words were unintelligible, nothing, but animal-like sounds, but from the way his dick searched for my mouth, I knew he was enjoying this special attention. I also knew he was going to explode any second. A change in position would calm him down somewhat. Lying down beside him, I motioned for him to straddle my face. This was one of Richard's favorite positions for oral sex and he took it readily. With his strong thighs on either side of my head, he pushed his prick back into my mouth and began fucking my face gently. His masculine scent filled my head, exciting me all the more.
That's when I brought the vibrator into play again. I had worked the tip into my pussy, making sure it was wet. Now, I smeared that wetness onto his balls. He groaned and his cockhead touched the back of my throat. Slowly, I repositioned the vibrator, teasing that sensitive spot just behind his balls.
"That feels so damn good!" he grunted.
I sucked him even harder as I slid the tip of the sex toy up his crack toward his asshole. The moment the rounded end reached its destination, everything came to a halt. Richard's cock was embedded in my mouth, throbbing against my tongue. I think he even stopped breathing. While I swirled my tongue around him, I buzzed his, butthole with the wet sex toy.
"Jesus!" he hissed, letting out his breath.
Working the vibrator in a small circle, I pressed it against his anus. I wasn't really trying to get it inside of him. All I wanted him to do was enjoy the thrilling vibrations.
"Baby, that feels so good," he groaned.
Then, taking a shaky breath, Richard started moving again. Withdrawing from my mouth caused him to sink back onto the vibrator. I think he even wiggled his asshole against the toy. And when he thrust forward, I allowed him to slide into my throat. Soon, he was working his body back and forth, his movements becoming more erratic by the minute.
"Gonna cum!" he grunted.
His prick swelled to gigantic proportions and his pre-cum flowed steadily. His balls had pulled up tight against his body and I noticed that he pressed his asshole further and further onto the vibrator. The hot cock in my mouth began to jerk. Richard roared. And then his cock exploded, sending thick streams of creamy hot cum right down my throat.
I swallowed again and again, sucking, licking, anything to get his sweet spunk. Richard's cum tasted so good, I couldn't get enough. By the time I was milking him dry with my free hand, smearing his love lotion onto my lips, he had caught his breath and was ready to collapse. The batteries had begun to give out in the vibrator, so I tossed it aside and cradled his empty balls in my hands.
"That's a dandy little device," Richard said after we'd showered again. "Maybe you should get us some more toys to play with."
"I'll have to find out where to order them," I said.
"You know, maybe you should think about opening a sex shop," Richard said as he lay down beside me.
"With toys and lingerie and magazines and videos," I said, interested in his suggestion.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he teased. "You could give lessons, too."
We both laughed at that, but later, when he was snoring softly beside me, my head was practically spinning with ideas.
The telephone was ringing when I unlocked the door to my office the next morning. It was Katrina. My breath caught in my throat at the sound of her voice.
"I have a favor to ask of you," she began. "Okay."
"I have a friend who wants to try something she's never tried before," she explained.
"Does it involve the vibrator?" I asked with a laugh.
"Well, sort of. She's a tiny little thing, blonde and blue-eyed, and she has this fantasy of getting it on with a black man."
"So why doesn't she just.. . ? "
"You know how sometimes fantasies are better left as fantasies," Katrina cut in. "What she'd like to do is experience the black dick without the man first. She doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, or maybe get herself into a situation she can't get out of. Do you get my drift?"
"I understand."
"Don't you have something in your little bag of tricks she could use?"
"Nothing," I answered truthfully, and then I remembered Pam. "But I could probably get my hands on something."
"Could you? Oh, Joy, that would be fabulous," Katrina squealed. "Of course, I told her you'd show her how to use it.. .just like you did with me." Her voice grew soft and seductive when she finished her sentence.
"Of course," I said, a little quiver of excitement invading my own.
We set up an appointment for the following day and then I asked, "Have you bought yourself a toy yet?"
"There's no place in town to buy things like that," she complained. "You know, Joy, you really ought to think of opening your own sex shop."
I promised her I would and hung up the phone. Then I dialed Pam's number. If I was going to take the plunge, it was time to get the ball rolling.. .or the vibrator humming!
CHAPTER THREE
Since I had no appointments scheduled for that afternoon, I asked Pam if I could come over to her place around two. "I have something very important to discuss with you," I explained.
"Trouble with Richard?" she asked while checking her calendar. Pam owned an interior decorating business, which had become so successful, it basically ran itself.
"No. Business."
"Sounds interesting. Give me a hint."
At first, I thought to tell her the whole story, but I simply said, "Sex toys," and hung up.
Pam and I had been friends since we roomed together in college. Up until the episode with Katrina, she was my first and only female lover. Just the thought of her hot little tongue on my nipples, or those skillful fingers on my clit, got me wet. And that was all I was thinking of as I drove to her place.
The petite redhead met me at the door with warm hugs. She was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, but Pam had the kind of figure that allowed her to wear almost anything and look dynamite. This was no exception. With her flaming mane of hair swept up into a pony tail, she looked half her age.
"I'll go crazy if you don't tell me what is going on," she squealed once we were seated on the sofa in her spacious living room.
"I want to open a sex shop here in town," I began, watching her huge blue eyes for a reaction.
Instead of a reply, Pam laughed aloud. "You know, it's a great idea. There isn't even a place in town to buy sexy lingerie."
"I know. I've got the money to get started, but I'll need your help. You're a little more experienced in sexy.. .in kinky.. .you know."
We went to her kitchen table and immediately began making lists of things to do and things we needed to buy. Three hours later, we had a fairly complete business plan and a list of distributors to contact for ordering merchandise. And if we remodeled the space where my massage therapy practice was now located, there would be plenty of room for the shop. The city zoning was fine, and I was sure my landlord wouldn't mind.
"I'll just move my office upstairs," I said.
"And I'll work for you part-time," she said with a lopsided grin. Tendrils of silky hair curled around the base of her head and her eyes shone with excitement.
"We're partners," I said, and then I stood up and extended my hand.
"Partner," she said as she gripped my fingers firmly.
"Partner," I repeated as the heat from her hand traveled up my arm, making me tingle. "Kiss me," Pam breathed.
With our hands still clasped, we pressed our lips together in what appeared to be an innocent kiss. That didn't last long. Moaning, I allowed my lips to part for Pam's probing tongue. Our bodies moved closer and closer until they were touching. I cupped her braless breasts in both hands. The nipples made hard little points in her shirt as I worked a thigh between her legs. She humped it slowly.
"God, it's been a long time," she whispered when we came up for air.
"I know. I'm so wet," I confessed, and kissed her again.
"Me, too," she said with a little smile. Then she took my hand. "Let's go in the bedroom. I have something just for you."
I allowed Pam to lead me down the short hall to her bedroom. It was decorated with lots of feminine touches and light, airy colors. Her big bed dominated the center of the room. She crawled onto it and reached for me.
Again, I was moaning as our mouths came together, tongues dancing, hands roaming freely. I pushed her T-shirt up, revealing her beautiful breasts, which were topped with candy-pink nipples. She removed the shirt as I took first one pink bud into my mouth and then the other. I was already working on the zipper to her jeans. Once that was down, I pushed my hand inside, eager to feel her hot pussy.
"God, I've missed you," she whimpered as she ground her pussy against my fingers. "Nobody makes me cum like you."
I don't know which was making me hotter, her words or the fact that her pussy was already sucking on one of my fingers. But there wasn't time to think about that. All I had to do was add a second finger and Pam was off like a rocket, her ass bouncing all over the bed.
Her pussy seemed reluctant to release my fingers even as she wiggled out of her jeans. When the jeans were out of the way, she stretched out on the bed, completely naked, and guided my hand to her mouth. Moaning at the taste of herself, she licked my fingers and then pulled me down on top of her.
Again, we kissed and I got my first taste of her pussy, which reminded me that it had indeed been a long time. The taste and familiar musky scent drew my mouth down her body like a magnet. I spent only seconds on her nipples and her dimpled navel. Rubbing my nose in her flaming bush, I inhaled deeply.
"Bring me off with your tongue," she whimpered. Spreading her legs wide, she placed a hand on my head, pushing downward gently.
Ignoring my own needs for the moment, I parted her lips with my fingers and drove my tongue deep. Pam gasped and arced her back, thrusting her pussy against my mouth. Again and again, I pushed my tongue inside of her, sucking noisily as I did so. She was rubbing her own clit with her fingers, her groans of pleasure growing louder by the minute.
"I have to cum," she squealed. "Please make me cum."
The words were familiar, too, and for a moment I was back in our dark dorm room on that hard narrow bed. From the first time I tasted Pam's pussy, I knew I was hooked. And she could satisfy me like no man ever had, whether it was with her tongue or one of her sexy toys.
Pam's sharp cry of release brought me back to the present. Her body went wild and her pussy clamped down on my tongue as if it would never let go. I stayed right with her, teasing her sweaty asshole with my fingers, licking her sex-slick lips until she returned to reality.
And then it was my turn. Pam undressed me slowly, her hands and mouth covering every inch of flesh as it was exposed to her. By the time she licked her way down my undulating body, I was teetering on the brink of orgasm. And, yet, relief seemed far, far away.
I lay back on the big pillows, closed my eyes and gave myself to her freely. She planted little kisses all over my mound before centering her attention on my swollen lips. Then she worked her tongue up and down my slit, dipping the tip into my pussy until I was humping her face slowly. Her tongue would travel upward to my clit, teasing it into an even greater erection. Back in my pussy, her talented tongue was pushed even deeper. Again, she worked me until I was humping, and then her mouth slid downward so that she was sucking my asshole.
"Pam," I moaned. If she didn't bring me off soon, I was going to explode. "I need to cum."
As badly as I wanted her tongue in my pussy, I was a little disappointed when it left my ass. Yet, it was replaced immediately by two fingers. I grunted when they were pushed into my tight channel. And I climaxed almost immediately when her tongue returned to my twat. My groans of release filled the room and I ground my pussy all over her face, eager to get every ounce of pleasure from this moment.
When I caught my breath, Pam licked her way back up my body and we lay together, kissing and murmuring softly to each other. "You said you had something for me," I reminded her.
"And I do," she said, bouncing out of my arms and off the bed.
I'd never known anyone who had as much energy as Pam. She dashed everywhere she went and everything-well, almost everything-was done with grace and efficiency. Even now, as she crossed the room to her closet, her fluid movements held my attention. I watched the muscles in her hips and thighs ripple with every step and found myself wanting her again.
"I got some boxes down out of the attic the other day," she explained as she squatted and searched in the closet. "One of them was some old stuff from school. But I found something that I think you might enjoy, especially now that you've got your heart set on this sex shop."
Suddenly, I knew what she had found before she said it, and long before she stood up and showed it to me. A strange heat began growing in my crotch as vivid memories flooded my brain. By the time she turned around, holding the strap-on dildo in front of her crotch, I was sitting straight up in the bed.
"I'd almost forgotten about that," I breathed as the fire spread outward down my thighs and up to my suddenly aching nipples.
"Me, too," she said.
Pam was walking toward me now, still holding the dildo in front of her. The first time I saw her with it on, I would have sworn she had sprouted a big, beautiful dick. From the bulbous knob on the end to the thick, heavily-veined shaft, it appeared to be real. It looked almost obscene bobbing around in front of her, especially with her hard-nippled tits and that curvy figure. And it was even longer than I remembered, probably a full ten inches. My pussy pulsed and juices oozed onto my thighs.
"Put it on," I urged. "Remind me how it feels."
She stopped just in front of the bed and buckled the rubber dick into place. The same feelings swept over me, as if she had suddenly grown a hard cock. Grinning down at me, she stroked her dick lovingly. From the hungry look in her eyes, it was easy to see that she was just as turned on as I was.
When she reached the bed, I leaned forward and licked the knob. Both of us groaned as I swirled my tongue around and around the end and then worked it up and down the shaft. Pam's groan grew louder and she thrust her pelvis forward, urging me to take the rubber dick into my mouth.
"Suck it," she muttered.
I obliged eagerly, forcing my lips down over the shaft just as if I was sucking Richard's cock. One hand was between my legs, squeezing my leaking mound.
With her hands on her hips, Pam fucked my mouth gently. Little wet sucking sounds filled the room as my lips slid up and down the dong.
I caught a whiff of her scent and trembled through a mini-cum, and that's when I knew I had to have it. "Fuck me now," I breathed, smearing my spit on the dildo with my fingertips.
"Where do you want it?" she wanted to know.
The old game was coming back to me quickly. "Everywhere," I answered truthfully. "Fuck my tits. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my ass."
Pam climbed onto the bed and I rolled onto my back, reaching for her with both hands. She straddled my body, the fake dick resting between my breasts. Catching the globes in both hands, she pulled them up around the dildo and then began fucking the tight tunnel of flesh slowly. The look on her face was as thrilling as the realistic dildo sliding back and forth between my tits. I could feel her pussy drooling all over my stomach.
"Are you ready to have this bad boy in your cunt?" she grunted.
I nodded, unable to speak.
Releasing my breasts, Pam knee-walked backwards, dragging the dildo down my stomach to my mound. My legs parted of their own accord, but Pam placed her hands on my wet thighs and pushed them even wider apart. I caught the end of the dildo in one hand and spread my lips with the other. Then I guided it to my overflowing hole. After working it around in a small circle, I humped upward, forcing the end between my lips. I gasped at the initial penetration and shuddered with excitement.
"You like my dick don't you?" Pam breathed. She hadn't forgotten our game either.
"I love it," I answered.
Pam's lusty gaze was riveted on my pussy lips stretched wide around the dildo. I made sure she could see my clit and I knew my juices were boiling out around the fake cock.
"Fuck me," I begged softly.
Inch by inch, Pam worked the rubber dick inside of me. Once it was buried to the hilt, she leaned forward and licked my nipples. I humped upward gently, urging her to start moving. She did as I asked, working the dildo in and out slowly at first, and then faster and faster as my body responded. Pam rode high on my mound, stimulating my clit perfectly while the base of the dildo worked on her own sensitive spot. Soon, "our sweaty bodies were slapping together rhythmically as we worked toward a mutual climax.
I was the first one to explode, my body bucking out of control. And then Pam's climax overtook her. She rammed the dildo deep and simply held it there, shuddering from head to toe, eyes glazed, face glistening with sweat.
We stayed that way, with my legs wrapped around her ass until we caught our breath. "Do you know what I like about your cock?" I quizzed.
"It always stays hard," she said with a little laugh.
I nodded.
This time, Pam lay down on the bed, her permanently hard dick jutting proudly toward the ceiling. Turning my back to her, I squatted over her body. I sank back onto the dildo, forcing it deep into my pussy in one smooth motion.
"I like it this way," she breathed as she held my ass cheeks apart with both hands and thrust upward gently. "I can see everything."
"I like it this way, too," I said. My last word came out as a gasp, because Pam was pushing the tip of a single, teasing finger into my asshole.
Moving my body up and down, I began riding her.
God, it felt good with that dildo buried in my hole! It seemed to be going just deep enough to make my itch even worse. I rode harder and faster, grunting with the effort.
"Ride it, baby." Pam's voice sounded as strained as my own. She had two fingers in my asshole now, priming me for what we both knew was soon to come. "That sweet pussy is just sucking on my dick."
And then I was cumming, unable to do anything, but gyrate wildly while pinching my nipples. Pam came right along with me, her upward thrusts strong and savage.
"Now you're going to get it in your ass," she growled, initiating a position change almost before we caught our breath.
I found myself on my hands and knees, my ass thrust high into the air. "Yeah, fuck my asshole," I babbled. "I want your fat dick in my ass."
Pam held my cheeks wide with her hands again, but this time there was no preliminary teasing. She simply aimed the knob at my puckered hole and thrust forward. The head stretched my tiny opening wide. Burying my face in the pillows, I forced myself to relax. Within the next few minutes, the bulbous knob was inching its way deep into my rectum. The pillows muffled my screams. Slowly, my body adjusted to this welcome intruder. The discomfort began to subside and then my groans of pleasure filled the room. I rocked back and forth on my knees, silently asking Pam for more. She gave it to me, holding onto my sweaty ass with both hands as we fell into a rhythmic fucking motion.
"Damn, you've got a pretty ass," Pam breathed.
"And it just loves being stuffed with your dick." Each word was punctuated by a little gasp of pleasure.
Sensing that I was ready to cum, Pam reached underneath me. Finding my clit, she pinched it to match the cock stroking in and out of my rectum. I closed my eyes as the first tremors of orgasm swept through me. The dildo was buried to the hilt, filling me to capacity, but the longer her fingers lingered on my clit, the more I wanted.
"Cum for me," Pam whispered. Then she worked two fingers into my splayed pussy. "I know you're ready."
That did it! In the next heartbeat, I was howling as bolts of pleasure ripped through my entire body, threatening to take my breath away. Pam stayed right with me, fingering my pussy, fucking my ass, until I was completely spent.
She withdrew the dildo from my ass. I looked back over my shoulder only to see her rolling onto her ass, those two wet fingers embedded in her cunt. There was no way I was going to let her do this alone. I buried my face between her legs, licking, sucking and tonguing her through the most intense orgasm of the afternoon.
While we shared a snack in the kitchen, we began talking about the new business again. Both of us had so many ideas and plans that we talked until well after dark. Since we were going to be equal partners in the sex shop, we divided up the tasks to be done. I would work on the remodeling and preparation of the store. Pam would start ordering merchandise.
"I really have to go," I said when I realized how late it was.
"I thought you might stay all night," she pouted.
"I have early appointments," I told her, but I promised that we would spend some time like this together very soon.
"We'll probably be too busy once the sex shop opens," she said with a laugh.
"Let's hope so," I said, feeling little, butterflies stir in my stomach at the mention of the business.
Pam followed me to the door and kissed me tenderly. "Call me."
That's when I remembered Katrina's phone call. "Do you have a black dildo?" I asked.
Pam frowned in concentration. "Yeah. Just a minute." And then she was gone, dashing back into her bedroom.
She reappeared a few minutes later with a long box.
"This is in response to another request from a client," I explained.
"Enjoy," she said brightly.
CHAPTER FOUR
I really did have early morning appointments.
The first one was with a prominent attorney in town who kept lean and trim by running several miles every day. I always enjoyed talking to him while I provided a deep, muscle massage. This kept him from getting sore, but it also allowed early detection of injuries. So far, he had been lucky. He was preparing for a big race the following weekend.
"Jack, I'm thinking of opening a new business," I said as I massaged his solid calves with my thumbs.
"What kind of business?"
"A sex shop," I answered without looking at him.
He laughed, a wonderful throaty sound. "Sex toys, X-rated videos, that kind of thing?"
I nodded.
"Pussy magazines?" I nodded again.
"Let me know when you open. I'll be your first customer. I've been looking for some really kinky magazines."
I smiled up at him, my spirits lifting. "That's good to hear."
Soon after that, I finished his massage and then left the room while he dressed. Part of me wanted to stay there and help him. We scheduled his next appointment and I gave him Pam's number so he could call and tell her what kind of magazines he would like to see.
After my own run and then breakfast, I was scheduled to give a massage to a minister and his wife, John and Rita. Since her appointment was right after his, Rita came with him and waited in my office until I finished. Then it was her turn and they switched places.
Just like Katrina, I'd become well acquainted with the middle-aged couple. He was never really talkative, but she and I chatted about the weather, prices, and anything else that came to mind. This day, I knew there was something wrong. He hardly said a word, only grunting when I tried to start a conversation. She was quiet, too, and her muscles never really did relax as I rubbed her down. In fact, she grew even more tense, especially when he knocked on the door and told her that he would be waiting in the car.
"Is something wrong?" I asked when the petite, dark-haired woman was dressed and ready to leave.
She stared out the window at the car for a long time and then, finally, shook her head. "Twenty years is a long time. I think my husband is tired of my bed."
"Is there anything I can do?" I asked. The emotional pain on her face was so great, I was tempted to offer the vibrator.
She shrugged. "I don't know if there's anything either of us can do."
"Call me if you need to talk," I said, giving her shoulder a squeeze.
Rita's only reply was a nod and then she was gone.
I watched her get into the car. From what I could see, the couple did not speak, nor did they look at each other. "Maybe they need a visit to a sex shop," I said to the empty room.
By the time Shelly arrived, I was ready to close up for the day. She was a natural blonde with almost platinum hair and milky white skin. Her cheeks had a healthy blush, but other than that, it looked as if she had never seen the sun. Her eyes were pale blue, wide and innocent-looking. When you took in her outfit, which was a pair of tan slacks and a crisp white blouse, you would never guess that her fantasy was being with a black man. She looked like she belonged in a library or a classroom.
She was incredibly nervous, clutching her purse tightly in both hands and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. I suggested we sit and talk a while. That put her at ease somewhat and I found that I liked her immensely. Then I had an even better idea.
"Would you feel more relaxed if we went upstairs to my apartment?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," she said in that quiet, almost whispery voice of hers.
After locking up, I led the way upstairs to my apartment. It's a cool and inviting place where most people feel comfortable. Shelly was no exception. While I fetched two wine coolers from the fridge, she wandered around the living room, looking at my collection of glass elephants.
By the time I had finished my drink, she had kicked off her shoes and was laughing softly at something I said.
"Do you think I'm bad for wanting to fuck a black cock?" she asked.
That statement coming from this sweet-looking woman was totally out of character. It took me a couple of minutes to recover from the shock. "No. We all have fantasies."
"I know who I want, but.. . "
"But what?"
"But I'm not sure I'd really be able to go through with it. This is sort of like practicing. If we get started and I don't like this, you'll stop?"
"Absolutely," I promised.
She nodded as if coming to a decision, swallowed the last of her drink and said, "Show me the dildo."
In the bedroom, I retrieved the box containing the dildo from the closet. I still had not opened it. I placed it gently in her lap. "Open it."
Shelly's fingers trembled as she pried one end of the box open and peeped inside. Her eyes grew wide and she gasped audibly, thrusting the box toward me. Taking it, I tipped the box so the dildo could slide out.
And when it did, it was my turn to gasp. Actually the dildo was no bigger than the one Pam and I had shared the evening before. But it was black, impossibly black, which made it look huge. The thick shaft was heavily veined. If I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine it throbbing against my palm. My fingers, which automatically curled around the shaft, looked ghostly white. Almost immediately, my pussy grew loose and moist.
"It's huge," she whispered, reaching out to touch it tentatively with the tips of her fingers.
"You wanted black," I said. "And this sure is black." An unexpected shiver raced through me when I tossed the box aside and realized it was a strap-on just like the one Pam and I had shared the day before. I'd always wanted to wear the dildo, but Pam would never let me. Here was my chance to experience that pleasure.
"What are those straps for?" Shelly asked.
I laughed softly. "It's a strap-on dildo. I can actually put it on and.. .and.. . " Saying fuck in front of her made me feel strange.
"Fuck me." She finished the sentence.
"But only if you want me to," I reassured her.
Shelly ran her fingers over the fat knob on the end of the black rubber dong and let them dance down the shaft. Her skin looked even whiter than mine against the heavy black rubber. "I want it," she said after a few moments, and I noted that her breathing had quickened. "Yeah, put it on. I want it."
To my surprise, I found that the thought of undressing in front of Shelly made me nervous. Taking the dildo with me, I went into the bathroom. There, I undressed and buckled the dildo into place not looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror until I was ready to leave the room.
"Jesus!" I hissed. I hardly recognized myself. Jutting proudly from the juncture of my thighs was this huge, black prick. Had my skin been black and my breasts smaller, it might have looked more authentic. This looked even more obscene than the one Pam had worn. Thrusting my hips forward, I wrapped my hand around the fake dick and stroked it slowly. Then I worked my body back and forth, fucking my hand gently. The sight was incredibly erotic!
"Oh, my God!"
I looked quickly away from the mirror to find
Shelly standing in the doorway. She had taken off her clothes, too. The skin of her breasts was even whiter than her arms and legs. The pear-shaped globes were topped with stiff, bright pink nipples. And between her legs was a bush the exact same color as the hair on her head.
Staring at my crotch, she put her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry," she finally gasped. "I just never imagined.. . "
It was time to see if this frail-looking blonde was ready to follow through with her fantasy. "Don't worry about that," I began as I reached for her hand. "Play with my black dick."
Shelly allowed me to press her fingers around the dildo. Together, we moved them up and down as if she was jacking me off. "It feels real."
I moaned softly and humped her hand. When I released her hand, she continued pumping it while slowly moving to her knees on the tiled floor. Now, she was eye level with the dildo, gazing at it as if she were in a trance.
"Taste it," I whispered, pushing the dildo toward her mouth. "Lick it."
With a little whimpering sound, Shelly wiggled the tip of her tongue against the fat knob.
"That's right," I said in encouragement. "Lick my black dick. Get it ready for your pussy."
Her whimper was louder this time, but she kept right on licking the dildo, making it shine with her spit. I don't know which was more of a turn-on, watching her in the mirror or gazing down at her pretty face.
"Suck it into your mouth," I breathed.
With her eyes half-closed and her raspy breathing filling the small room, Shelly made a tiny O with her mouth and forced it down over the cockhead. I ran my fingertips across her cheek and traced around her lips, which were stretched wide by the shaft. A flood of juices oozed from my pussy onto my thighs as Shelly began bobbing her head. She was fondling her breasts with both hands.
"Look in the mirror," I instructed.
I turned slightly so she could see herself in the mirror. Now she could see her lips wrapped around a black dick. Her moan grew louder and she sucked me even deeper.
"I think it's time to fuck that pretty pink pussy," I said.
"Yes," she whimpered. Freeing the dildo abruptly, she rolled onto her back on the floor. "Please."
At first, I started to suggest we go into the bedroom where she would be more comfortable. But the mirror was in the perfect place for her to watch her fantasy come to life. Kneeling between her legs, I pressed the wet head of the black dong against her nipples.
Shelly moaned loudly and humped the air. For a while, she simply wallowed in this pleasure, but then she looked in the mirror. "God, this is so kinky."
"You haven't seen anything yet," I promised as I slid the dildo down her stomach toward her pink and gold pussy. "I'll show you just how kinky it can get."
With that, I pushed her legs wide apart, opening her up wide, revealing her most intimate spots to me. Her clit was tiny, but completely erect and throbbing. The lips of her pussy were as pink as her nipples and very, very wet. Even as I pressed the black knob of the dildo against the tiny mouth of her cunt, a flood of natural lubrication paved the way.
"Look at that!" she gasped. Propped up on her elbows, she looked from where we were joined to the mirror and back again. "Fucking beautiful!"
"Do you want it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Damn right," she answered, reaching for me with her entire body. "I want that black cock stuffed in my pussy right now."
I was shaking all over when I pushed the dildo inside of her and began working it in and out. It went deeper with every stroke and I always withdrew all, but the head. We both watched as it stretched her pussy lips wide, the shaft glittering, coated with her oils.
"It feels so good," she groaned as she relaxed onto the floor. Her hands went to her breasts, which were jiggling seductively with every movement.
A whiff of her musky scent teased my nose and I humped her a bit faster. Almost at the same time, we turned to look in the mirror. From this position, it was difficult to see much of anything, but we were both too far gone to think about changing positions now. Reaching between us, I found her clit and rubbed it to match my rhythmic fucking.
"So fucking good," she muttered, her head rolling back and forth on the floor. "You fuck me so fucking good."
Never in my life had I been as hot as I was at that moment. If anyone had told me I would be wearing a strap-on dildo and fucking another woman in the middle of my bathroom floor, I would have laughed in their face. Yet, the thick, wet sounds that reached my ears were as real as the hot pussy beginning to pulse and flutter around the dildo.
"I'm cumming," she squealed, and her body worked that much faster. "I'm cumming on your dick."
"Do it," I grunted. "Rub that white pussy all over my black dick."
My words seemed to excite her even more.
"Fuck me with that sweet pussy," I said, my breath catching in my throat as I shuddered through a mini-cum. "Suck my dick with your pussy."
"Oh! Uh! Uh!"
And then she was cumming. Her body bucked uncontrollably for a moment and then she grew completely stiff. I came right along with her, driving the dildo in as deep as possible while pinching my own clit with my free hand.
We returned to reality slowly, gasping for breath, our bodies drenched with sweat. I knew that as soon as I caught my breath, I wanted to cum again. I just hoped Shelly felt the same way. If not, it was going to be a long, lonely night with just me and the dildo.
"I want to watch in the mirror," Shelly said, wiggling out from under me.
I took her place on my back on the floor, my feet toward the mirror. The sex-slick dildo pointed toward the ceiling and, for a moment, I thought she was going to lick it. Instead, she turned around, straddled my body and slowly lowered her dripping cunt onto the fake dick. She groaned as she took it inside of her, lifted herself slightly and slid downward again.
This was exactly the way Pam and I had fucked the day before and I loved it. I could see everything, from her drooling pussy wrapped around the dildo to her sweaty, puckered asshole. By the same token, Shelly could watch everything in the mirror, from her bouncing breasts to the way the dildo looked sliding in and out of her cunt.
"This is great!" she squealed, bouncing up and down on top of me faster.
I squeezed her firm little ass, pulling the cheeks wide and pushing them together again, humping upward at the same time.
"I can see your pussy, too," she breathed, speeding up her motions again.
"Just ride that dick, baby," I moaned, thrusting upward forcefully.
And then I felt her fingers slithering between my pussy lips. I knew from that first touch that she was experienced in lesbian love. Vaguely, I wondered if she and Katrina had become lovers. The thought excited me. Groaning loudly, I spread my legs wide. My cunt sucked her fingers deep, my orgasm threatening to overtake me then and there.
"Yes, let's cum together again," she muttered.
At the last minute, I teased her asshole with my thumb and listened to her howls of pleasure echo off the tiled walls of the bathroom. That, plus her exploring fingers, set me off and it was a while before either of us caught our breath.
"Take me from behind," Shelly said, sliding off me and turning her ass to the mirror.
Obediently, I moved into position behind her. Her juices were dripping from the black dick that I guided to her freshly fucked pussy. And then I was inside of her again, ramming the black dildo in and out with abandon. It took both of us a bit longer to get off this time, but we made it. Gasping and sweating, we collapsed on the floor.
Before the evening was over, Shelly experienced that fake black cock in every hole, in every position we could dream up. It was as if she could not get enough. I sat on the toilet and she rode the black dong to several small orgasms while rubbing her nipples against mine. We fucked in the shower, where she insisted I work the big dildo up her ass. Now, that was a thrill I wouldn't soon forget.
Finally, we made it to the bedroom where it started all over again. We even broke out the vibrator (which Shelly knew how to use) and she fucked me while riding the black rubber dick. Needless to say, we were both exhausted when it was over. I felt confident that I'd given Shelly what she wanted.
Shelly had no idea, of course, how many years I'd longed to wear the strap-on. My first experience with it was more exciting than I every imagined. I knew this would not be the last time.
"Well, are you ready to go after the real thing?" I asked, as I walked Shelly out to her sports car.
Her eyes were glowing softly. She smiled and touched my hand. "I'm ready. Thanks for everything."
"My pleasure," I said, "honestly."
"Listen, I have to warn you about something," Shelly said as the engine roared to life.
I leaned into the window and caught a whiff of her woman scent again. "Warn me?"
"If he isn't as good as you and your dildo, I'll be back."
I laughed, secretly hoping that she would return.
CHAPTER FIVE
Our sex shop, Mona Joy, came together with surprising ease. Even the remodeling went smoothly, hardly disrupting my massage therapy sessions at all. Over the weeks that followed, most of my clients asked questions, interested in the progress we made.
I was almost glad the minister and his wife had temporarily stopped coming for their regular massages. Their strange behavior at our last meeting still nagged at me, but at least I wouldn't have to tell them about the sex shop.
Finally, everything was ready for the merchandise to be delivered. Pam and I received shipments of X-rated videos, adult magazines and books, lingerie and sex toys. We stocked the shelves with tiny bottles of exotic oils. One that Richard liked in particular was called Hot Licks. It tasted of cinnamon and when rubbed onto a strategic body part and licked, it put out a special kind of heat.
As it turned out, Jack was my first customer. He arrived early for his massage and, even though the shop wouldn't officially be open for another two hours, I proudly showed him around.
"This is incredible," he kept saying as he moved through the neatly laid out store. "I never knew stuff like this even existed."
"Me either," I confessed, making sure I kept my eyes off his crotch. I was dying to know if he was turned on, but I had to be careful. After all, this was a customer. "But my partner is very well versed in the toy department."
"Incredible," he repeated, shaking his head.
"Speaking of incredible," I said, "here're the magazines you asked us to get for you. I couldn't help, but sneak a peek."
"So I really am your first customer," he said with a laugh.
"You are."
Jack stood there in the middle of the shop, leafing through the magazines. The oversized pages were filled with glossy, full-color photos of wet pussies. Some of them were wrapped around dicks or dildos. Some of them were full of fingers or tongues or both. And some of the pictures had special effects; pictures taken with different lighting and filters that made them look almost dream-like. But they all had one thing in common.
They were all bald, shaved completely clean. "These are perfect," Jack told me. "Can I ask you a question?" I asked as I rang up my very first sale. "Sure."
"Why did you want these in particular?"
"I dabble in amateur photography," he began. I'm very interested in doing some nude photos. If I study those done by professionals, it'll give me some ideas."
"Why shaved ones?"
"I just happen to like bald pussies," Jack said with a shrug.
I felt the color rising to my cheeks. "Have you ever done any posing?" he asked. "You mean naked?" He nodded.
"No."
"If you're ever interested in posing for me, I'd love to take some pictures," he offered.
"I am," I said much too quickly. I'd always had an exhibitionist streak and the thought of posing nude in front of this sexy hunk brought it to the surface. I wasn't about to pass up this chance. Besides, a subtle sexual attraction had been growing between us for months. It was time to add some fuel to the flames. "I mean, I'd like that."
"How about tonight?"
I shivered. "Let me see how the day goes. I'll call and let you know."
"
"Great!" he exclaimed as he turned to leave. Then he stopped at the door and turned around. "There's just one thing."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Your pussy has to be bald."
I swallowed hard and gave him a challenging look. "What if I made you shave it?"
He shrugged and winked. "I'll buy a new razor."
With that, he was gone and I was left standing at the counter, breathless with excitement.
The day actually went slowly, which was good. Pam had a big job coming up that required her attention. I moved between running the shop and tending to my massage clients. Since my therapy room was in the back of the shop, all I had to do was listen for the bell over the door to jingle to know I had a customer.
When the last browser left for the day, it was nearly five. I called Jack at his office. His secretary said he was in a meeting and asked for my name. I gave it to her and she put me right through.
"I thought you were in a meeting," I teased when he came on the line.
"To some people I am," he replied. "What about our meeting?"
"Did you buy that razor yet?" I asked, still teasing him.
"Yes."
"Good. Tell me when and where and I'll be there."
We agreed on a time, but before Jack hung up, he said, "Bring one of your toys."
I rushed upstairs and headed for the shower. As I dressed and prepared to leave, the reality of what I was about to do hit me full force. I could hardly wait to get there. I went through the store on my way out and grabbed a dildo off the shelf and, on impulse, picked up a bottle of oil from my office. He didn't say which toy to bring.
Jack met me at the door, dressed casually in jogging shorts and a T-shirt. His rooftop apartment was really a large studio with a skylight and lots of windows. It was sparsely furnished and yet somehow cozy-looking.
"This doesn't look like much of a bachelor pad to me," I said as he led me toward an alcove where he had already set up lights. An expensive-looking camera sat on a tripod nearby.
"It's home," he said, as he spread a peach-colored satin sheet on the carpeted floor. "If you don't mind, I'd like to videotape the shaving part."
"I don't mind at all," I said, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice. This was even better than I imagined.
Where I had been nervous about undressing in front of Shelly, I was eager to be naked for Jack. The cool air made my nipples leap to attention and I found it difficult to keep my hands off them.
He nodded approvingly when I slid my shorts down my legs and kicked them aside. "That pretty black bush is going to have to go," he said.
There was a noticeable bulge in his shorts, which made me feel a little more confident. "Then get rid of it."
Without another word, Jack spread a big towel out on top of the sheet and motioned for me to lie down. I did so, settling my back comfortably against a stack of pillows, my legs parted slightly. He moved another tripod close. This one was topped with a camcorder. After making a few adjustments, he turned his attention to me again.
The shave cream that foamed in his palm had a citrus scent. He spread it lovingly all over my mound. I tingled as much from his touch as from the lather. By the time my entire crotch was covered with the fluffy white cream, the tingle had turned to a dull ache.
"Perfect," he breathed. As he reached for his camera, I saw that the ridge in his shorts had grown considerably longer and thicker.
From the first click and flash, I was hooked. Squirming against the towel, I caressed my breasts with both hands. Then I spread my legs wider and ran my fingertips up my inner thighs, talcing a deep, shuddering breath.
Jack put the camera down and returned to me, picking up the razor at the same time. Before he began shaving, he pushed a single finger between my swollen lips and worked it in and out a few times. "You're wet," he breathed.
"And hot," I added.
"Me, too," he said, giving his erection a rub.
We stared at each other for a moment and then he began shaving me. He handled the shiny razor carefully, wiping it clean several times. Slowly, slowly, all the hair was removed from my mound.
Every once in a while, I would glance up and see the red light of the video camera glaring at us. It reminded me that all of this was being taped and added to my excitement. I could feel my clit swelling and found it almost impossible to sit still, especially when he paused from time to time to finger me. My ragged breathing filled the room and I was moaning softly when he put the razor aside.
Using yet another clean towel, Jack wiped the last traces of lather from between my legs. And when I looked down, I could hardly believe my eyes. My pussy was bald, the skin pink and tender. I touched the warm flesh, surprised at how smooth it felt. Now there was nothing to disguise those swollen lips. I could even see my erect clit.
"Beautiful," he breathed, stroking me with his fingertips.
"Kind of makes you want to fuck it, doesn't it?" I said, hopefully.
"Later. First, I've got to take some pictures." .
After moving all of the shaving equipment out of the way, he reached for the towel under my ass. I lifted myself slightly, pushing my freshly shaved pussy toward his face. He gazed at it for a moment, licking his lips as if trying to decide whether to eat it or not.
"Kiss it," I whispered. Then I held my wet lips even wider, showing him my liquid center.
His breath caressed me as he leaned forward and placed little wet kisses all over my mound. His tongue slithered between my lips, poking gently at the mouth of my pussy. I groaned and placed a hand on his head, urging him to continue. He captured my clit between his lips and sucked on it until I began humping steadily.
"Later," he groaned as he reached for the camera.
I was breathless and still humping the air in frustration when he took the first picture.
"Use some of that oil on yourself," he suggested as he moved from side to side.
With my whole body screaming for release, I opened the bottle of oil he handed me and poured a generous amount in my hand. All I wanted to do was cum, but it looked like I was going to have to work for this one. He took several pictures of me spreading the oil all over my body, especially my long legs.
At his suggestion, I went through a series of exaggerated poses. Pushing my wet fingers into my even wetter pussy, I then smeared the combination of fluids onto my erect clit. Gasping and jerking, I went through a series of mini-cums. They only made me hotter. I even moved to my hands and knees and thrust my oil-covered ass high into the air.
The camera clicked and whirred rapidly.
"Now, use the dildo," he said, popping another roll of film into the camera.
I was more than happy to oblige. If I didn't get something to scratch the itch in my pussy soon, I was going to explode. Not only was the picture-taking thrilling me beyond words, but his dick was even harder than before. I could see the knob peeping at me over the waistband of his shorts! As badly as I wanted him, I was forced to temporarily settle for the toys.
Lying flat on my back, I oiled up the big dildo with my hands and then rubbed it all over my now hairless body. Moaning, I spread my legs wide and aimed the big knob at my hungry hole. For a few seconds, I teased myself, working the end of the dildo around in little circles just inside of my lips.
Jack knelt in front of me when I wrapped both hands around the thick shaft and pushed it inside. The camera flashed again and again as my body simply swallowed the dildo whole. In just a matter of moments, I was rocking my hips up and down, driving the fake dick deep inside of me. My cries of release filled the room and, as my long awaited orgasm swept over me, I forgot all about Jack, his hard dick and his camera.
"Turn over," he said, touching my leg gently.
Hardly able to breathe and still trembling from my climax, I did as he asked without removing the dildo from my snatch. I could hear him putting more film into the camera.
"Cum for me again," he said, squatting behind me.
As I reached between my legs for the dildo again with my slippery fingers, all I could think about was seeing the end of his prick. I closed my eyes and pretended the hard cock filling my pussy to capacity belonged to Jack. Even the fact that he was taking pictures, one after the other, did not distract me from my fantasy. Pumping the dildo in and out, I imagined how it would feel to have him throbbing deep inside of me. His throaty sounds of pleasure would mingle with mine. His breathing would become ragged. As our excitement increased, he would hump me faster and faster, heading toward a breathtaking climax.
I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm when the fingers of my free hand found my clit. This orgasm took its time, building and subsiding several times before taking over me. I pressed my nipples into the silky fabric of the sheet, imagining his hands and mouth on them. Again, release flooded through me, making me forget the flash of the camera as well as everything else.
"God, that was amazing," he breathed when I slumped onto my side, gasping for breath.
Pulling the dildo free, I tossed it aside and gazed up at him. He was naked. His enormous prick bobbed around in front of him with every movement as he carefully placed his camera on the tripod on the floor. I could not take my eyes off the pre-cum bubbling from the tip nor the intricate network of veins running up and down his shaft. My hands itched to fondle him.
Despite my recent orgasms, my body began heating up again. "Turn on the video camera," I began, "then come over here and take care of this." With that, I spread my legs wide and thrust my pussy toward him.
He did as I asked, coaxing my legs even further apart with his knees. His hands covered my breasts. Moaning, I arced my back and pressed my aching nipples into his palms. To my surprise, he reached for the oil, poured it onto my stomach and then began rubbing it all over me.
"That feels nice," I moaned, wiggling against the floor. Finally, my fingers closed around his hot, throbbing beef stick and I moaned again.
Jack added even more oil to the slippery mess covering me and continued spreading it. My thighs were covered and my naked pussy glistened in the harsh lighting. He even smeared it onto my ass, his slick fingers sliding into my asshole. I grunted with pleasure and held my legs high and wide to give him all the room he needed. Sweat beaded on his face as he pushed two fingers into my rectum. When I was humping them steadily, he leaned forward and sucked my clit into his mouth.
"Jack, I'm going to.. . "
My words were cut off because the sensations stemming from his fingers and mouth abruptly ceased. We stared at each other for a moment and then he drove the full length of his dick into my pussy in one smooth motion.
"Ah!" I gasped, wrapping my legs around his lean ass. "That's what I need."
"I know what you need," he grunted as he slammed himself into me hard enough to lift me right off the floor. "You need that naked pussy covered with my hot cum."
"Yes," I hissed. Grinding my body against his, I was determined to get every drop of pleasure from this moment. My gaze traveled from his lust-glazed eyes down to where we were joined. The sight of my bald pussy pressed against his hairy crotch was thrilling.
The only sound in the room for a while was our wet bodies slapping together rhythmically. We were both coated with oil and sweat and I knew this couldn't last much longer. Already, I could feel my pussy beginning to flutter around his pistoning rod. I was slowly losing control, inching closer and closer to the edge of the abyss.
As suddenly as before, he withdrew from me, taking his slimy cock in his hand. "Bring yourself off with your fingers," he grunted as he pumped himself with quick, jerky movements.
I made a little surprised sound, but my fingers were on my clit immediately. His angry red knob looked like it was ready to explode any moment and it was aimed right at my bald pussy. Soon, my fingers brought me to the brink of orgasm again and I knew Jack wasn't far behind me. His hand was nothing, but a white blur as it flew up and down his cock, and he was cupping his balls with his free hand.
With a low roar, Jack erupted. The little hole in the end of his dick winked at me and then thick, white streams of spunk blasted from it. They splashed onto my pussy and the back of my hand, triggering my own orgasm. This one seemed to last for an eternity for both of us. When it was finally over, we lay together, a tangled heap of arms and legs, struggling just to breathe normally.
"Now, that was perfect," he said, and I had to agree.
Catching my hand in his, he guided my fingers to the white goo covering my lower body. Together, we massaged his offerings into my skin and then he urged me to lick my fingers. I did so, moaning at the taste of his sweet cream.
"I've got some ideas for other photo sessions," Jack said hesitantly. "I mean, if you enjoyed this one as much as I think you did."
"Tell me," I said, turning to face him.
"I'd like to photograph two women together. Do you.. .I mean have you ever.. . ? "
I laughed and thought immediately of Pam. She would love it. "That could be arranged. Of course, both of us would have to be shaved. Think you could handle that?"
Again he caught my hand in his. This time, he guided it to his prick, which was half-hard again. "What do you think?"
I gasped as he grew longer and fatter by the second. "I don't think you'd have any trouble at all."
CHAPTER SIX
The light was blinking frantically on my answering machine when I arrived home. Pam had called several times, the sound of her voice was more frantic with each call. The last one was near panic, with instructions for me to return her call the moment I came home, no matter what time it was.
So, even though it was well after midnight, I dialed her number.
"Hello," she said sleepily.
"Pam. It's me."
She was wide awake immediately. "God, I've been calling for hours. How did it go today?"
For weeks, all I'd been able to think about was the first day Mona Joy opened for business. Now, after what had happened with Jack, it seemed as if that had all been in another decade.
"We had a few customers. Most of them were just checking the place out," I reported. "A fat lady came in and bought a big dildo with a suction cup on the end. Several men came in and bought crotchless panties, that sort of thing."
"It'll pick up. I'll come in tomorrow and help you out," she promised.
"Oh, the attorney, Jack, came by to pick up his magazines," I said, trying to sound nonchalant about the whole thing. "Was he pleased?"
"Very," I answered. Sinking into a nearby chair, I cupped my own naked mound tenderly.
"He must really get off on bald pussies," she laughed.
"He does."
"Something in your voice tells me you know more about this than you're saying," she said, sounding suspicious.
"It's late. I'll tell you about it tomorrow," I said as my body began to relax.
"Great. I'll be there early," she promised.
"Pam, how do you feel about naked pussies?" I asked just before we hung up.
"Good night, Joy. I'll see you tomorrow."
Pam was right. With every day that passed, we became busier. By the end of the second week, both of us were working in the shop almost full-time. I rescheduled most of my massage sessions to after hours so I could keep up with the books and paperwork. Pam was already reordering some items, mostly lingerie and X-rated video tapes, as well as trying to run her own business.
Needless to say, we were both so tired by the end of the day. Over dinner one evening at my apartment, we both agreed that opening the sex shop was one of our better ideas.
I guess the Mona Joy had been open about a month when a short, dark-haired man came into the shop, wearing jeans, a flannel shirt and heavy work boots. His muscular build and rugged good looks caught my attention right away. When he spent a little longer than usual in our "Novelty" department, I sensed he needed help.
"May I help you?" I asked.
He turned those warm brown eyes in my direction and smiled. The dimple in his chin deepened and he ran one big hand along the edge of the shelf. I'm looking for a blow-up doll," he said quietly.
"I'm sorry. We only had one and I think we sold it. Let me check." I ducked into the small stock room where Pam was taking inventory.
"Take a look at what just requested a blow-up doll," I whispered to her.
She sneaked a peek at the customer and returned to me, wide-eyed and breathless.
"Can you imagine a hunk like that needing a blowup doll?"
"Do you know who that is?"
"No."
When she said his name, I recognized it immediately. He was one of the richest men in town, owning a construction company and a trucking company. He was also involved with one of the biggest cable TV companies in the state.
"That's Larry? He sure doesn't look like he's rich."
"If he wants a blow-up doll, we'll get him one," Pam told me.
I returned to the customer with an apologetic smile. "We did sell it," I told him. "But I can order another one for you. Do you have any preferences?" I asked as I offered him a catalog full of pictures.
"I like dark-haired women," he said, eyeing me from head to toe. "About your size."
It took him only a few minutes to make a decision and then his beeper went off. After making a quick phone call, he paid in advance for the sexy doll. "I'd like to keep this confidential," he said before he left.
I assured him it would be.
The supplier promised me I would have the doll the next day.
I called Larry on his car phone the moment the doll arrived. "Do you deliver?" he asked, a seductive tone filling his voice.
"Not usually, but I could make an exception this time," I purred. Just the sound of his voice made my nipples ache. When I thought about the scent of his spicy cologne, I had to squeeze my legs together.
"I won't be home until around eight tonight. Is that too late?"
"No, sir. I'll be there," I promised.
I was trembling with anticipation by the time we hung up and it grew more intense as the day wore on. I stayed at the shop, writing checks until almost time to leave. Then I loaded the box containing the blow-up doll in my car and headed for his house.
Larry lived in one of the better neighborhoods in town, but his home was nothing like I expected for a man of his wealth and stature. The box was not heavy, just an awkward size, but I carried it to the door, noting that his relatively small lawn was neatly trimmed. The entrance to his two-story house looked inviting, not imposing in the least.
He opened the door before I rang the bell. "Right on time," he said, and stepped aside, inviting me in.
Evidently, he had had time to shower before my arrival. His dark, curly hair was still damp. The scent of his expensive cologne perfumed the air and he was wearing a terry cloth robe belted at the waist. I couldn't help, but wonder if he was naked underneath.
He led me into the den, a very masculine room done up in black leather furniture with modern chrome and glass tables. The entire end of the room was dominated by a big screen TV. Electronic gadgets of all types flanked both sides of the set.
"Let me pour you a drink," he offered.
I accepted and placed the box on the floor beside the sofa.
"You're probably wondering why I bought the doll," he said, motioning for me to have a seat.
"A little curious," I said, trying to pretend that I wasn't in the least interested. "I figured it was a gift for someone."
"No, it's for me," he said quietly, and sipped his drink. "I'm a busy man. I don't have much of a social life outside of business functions. To be honest, I've been a little-no, a lot-gun shy since my divorce."
I remained silent, sensing that he wanted to tell me more.
"I masturbate," he confessed. "Oh, I've paid for a blow job or two, but that's too dangerous. Most of the time, I simply jack off."
"The doll will just give you some variety," I finished.
He nodded and started to say something else.
I held up my hand for him to stop. "Why don't I give you a demonstration," I suggested.
His dark eyes were smoldering and he seemed to be struggling with his decision. Finally, he nodded.
His big bedroom was as masculine as the den, with heavy Mediterranean-style furniture and earthy colors. I arranged the fully inflated doll on his bed and stood back for one last look before allowing him to come inside.
Lucy looked almost real, relaxing back against the pillows with her full, pouting lips looking very kissable. Permanently hard nipples topped big breasts that would never sag. Her waist was small and her stomach flat, and at the juncture of her thighs was a thick, triangular patch of dark hair.
"Damn, she looks real," he said when he stepped into the room.
"She even gets me turned on," I said, proud that he was so pleased with his purchase.
"What.. .how could you?" he asked with an embarrassed look on his face.
I had been anticipating, even hoping he would have this kind of reaction. It would be my pleasure to show him how to use the doll. Guiding him to the chair beside the bed, I motioned for him to sit. Then I began taking off my clothes. "Let me show you."
He devoured my naked body with his eyes, but made no move to touch me.
I climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Lucy. First, I kissed her mouth and pressed my nipples against hers. Sliding my tongue between her parted lips, I let my hands roam freely, showing Larry the vaginal and anal openings between her legs. She even had a little erect clit buried in the hairs.
As I rolled on top of the doll and ground my pussy against hers, I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He had untied his robe and was fondling his short, fat prick with one hand.
If I had anything to say about it, he would not spend the evening masturbating. My hands would soon replace his on that delicious-looking cock. And soon after that, my mouth and then my pussy. The idea excited me.
Moving to my knees between Lucy's legs, I rubbed my nose all over her mound and then, with deliberate slowness, I worked my tongue up and down her slit. I could hear Larry's ragged breathing and a gasp every once in a while. Finally, I was sure she was wet enough for him.
"Come on and enjoy your new toy," I said, patting the bed beside us.
He stood up and shrugged the robe off his meaty shoulders. His body, hardened from years of physical labor, was covered with dark hair and his movements were graceful.
"I can make it taste like pussy if you'd like," I said, feeling a fresh flood of juices on my thighs. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing that throbbing cock and stuffing it into my own pussy.
He pushed two fingers into one of the doll's holes and then moved into position between her legs. Unable to control myself another second, I wrapped my fingers around his rod and guided it to my mouth. He groaned as I used my lips and tongue to cover him with saliva. Pre-cum coated my tongue, making me long for more, but there would be time for that later. Now, he was ready to fuck the doll and I pushed his knob against her small opening. As he entered her, I slid my free hand down his backside to his bloated balls.
"Damn, it feels almost real, too," he gasped as he buried himself to the hilt.
"Think about how it will feel filled with your cum," I whispered as I continued fondling his balls. What had begun as a weird situation was turning out to be a real turn-on.
"Yeah," he breathed, already falling into a steady fucking rhythm.
Squeezing my legs together around my aching pussy, I watched Larry's cock slide in and out of the doll for a few moments. His sounds of pleasure were frequent and growing louder by the minute. Already his eyes were glazing over with lust and I wondered who he was fantasizing about. Every once in a while, he would lick her nipples. I shivered as if they were my own.
When I could stand it no longer, I whispered, "Watch this."
Squatting over Lucy's head, I spread my legs wide. This gave Larry a perfect view of my wet pussy just before I lowered it to the doll's mouth. Working my body in a circular motion, I found the spot that excited me most and groaned. Then, I rocked my pelvis against the doll's mouth, intending to bring myself to a quick, hard orgasm. My breasts danced on my chest with my movements and I covered them with both hands.
Larry's fucking movements had all, but stopped. When he realized what I was doing, he started moving again, driving himself ball-deep with each powerful thrust. Watching him added to my excitements and, soon, I was groaning with pleasure as my climax built.
"Damn, I'm going to cum," Larry grunted, his body bucking out of control.
How I longed to watch him shoot, but he was buried deep in the doll's body when he gasped, slammed into her one last time and froze. Just knowing what had happened set me off.
Keeping his cock inside Lucy as long as he could, Larry watched me slide off of her onto the pillow. He leaned forward and licked my oils off her cheeks and lips, moaning softly as he did so.
"I'd like to taste you, too," I whispered when his shriveled cock finally slipped free.
He watched in silence as I took his place between the doll's legs. His spunk was oozing from her hole, dripping to the bed below. I lapped it up eagerly and then curled my tongue into a point and pushed it inside of her pussy. Using it like a straw, I sucked his sweet/tangy offerings from the doll, my excitement returning full force.
"You can fuck her mouth or her ass," I said, lifting my face from her fork and smiling at him. "Or you can fuck me."
"It's been so long," he whispered.
"It's your choice," I said with a shrug, hoping like hell he would choose me.
Larry reached for me, pulling me on top of his rock-hard body. We kissed long and deep while I rubbed my nipples in his crisp chest hairs. His big, rough hands roamed all over my body, setting little fires every place he touched. By the time his cock began to throb between us, I was more than ready for anything he had in mind.
"Eat the doll again," he whispered. "I want to fuck you while you eat the doll."
I returned to my spot between her legs and lowered my mouth to her pussy. Larry knelt behind me, priming my pussy with two thick fingers. I moaned into Lucy's muff and pushed back against those fingers, squeezing them with my strong muscles. Not sure whether he was in a hurry to get the action started or not, I decided to let him set the pace.
He pulled his fingers free after just a few minutes and then I felt the hot, rubbery tip of his cock pressed against my lips. My scalding juices covered it immediately and he made a small whimpering sound as the head slipped inside of me. After that, it was impossible to keep still. Moaning again, I pushed back against him, urging him to start moving.
But Larry took his time, evidently savoring this, his first fuck in months. He fed his prick to me inch by inch and withdrew it just as slowly. My lips clung to it greedily and when he pressed forward again, my pussy sucked on it noisily.
Even though I was nearly wild with desire, I kept myself under control. I concentrated on licking the doll, pretending it was Pam. The wet sounds of sex filled the room.
"What a tight cunt!" he breathed. With his hands on my ass, he pulled me back against him while thrusting forward savagely. "So hot my dick might melt," he muttered. "I love fucking it. Love it. Love it."
Glancing up, I realized there was a mirror in the headboard of the big bed. I could see Larry's sweaty body bucking steadily. His eyes were closed and his face was a mask of concentration. His babble turned to muttered obscenities and then to an incoherent jumble of words like "fuck" and "pussy."
Soon, his cock began to jerk and swell and I knew he was ready to explode. Reaching between my legs, I found my clit and pinched it to match his steady thrusting.
"It feels like your pussy is sucking my balls dry," he grunted. Then, with a guttural growl, he slammed his body against mine one last time.
I came right along with him, my own pleasure increasing as he flooded my pulsing pussy again and again with his hot load.
It took us a while to recover from our simultaneous orgasms.
"Did Lucy cum, too?" Larry finally asked.
I chuckled softly. "I think so."
We talked for a while, he about his divorce and his lonely life since then.
I listened quietly, waiting for him to make the next move.
Before I left that evening, we experimented further with the doll. I watched and masturbated while Larry fucked her ass. To my surprise, he recovered from that quickly. Lying on his back on the bed, he maneuvered Lucy until her head was between his legs. And then he fucked her face with abandon, howling with pleasure when he filled her mouth with his fourth load of the evening.
Larry wanted me to spend the night, but I left soon after that. As I drove home, I found myself longing for Richard. I called him on the car phone and asked him to meet me at my apartment. He was there when I arrived. We showered together and, without revealing Larry's identity, I told him about Lucy the blow-up doll, the delivery and demonstration.
Richard was so turned on, he took me right there in the shower. We fucked until the water ran cold. Taking time only to partially dry off, his cock returned to my pussy right there on the bathroom floor.
In the end, Richard decided that I was much more fun than a blow-up doll.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Two days later, Pam and I were working in the crowded stock room when the bell over the door tinkled. I stepped out into the shop and froze. There stood John and Rita, the minister and his wife, looking very nervous and out of place.
"Hi," I said, trying to sound calm. "I haven't seen you for a while."
"Could we talk to you?" John said. "In private."
"Of course," I answered, and led them to the little room where I now only occasionally gave massages. "Please sit down."
The couple took the seats I offered. John sat very stiff and still. Rita's small hands were closed into tight fists and she kept her eyes on the floor.
"Is there a problem?" I asked.
"Yes," John said.
I waited.
Finally, he took a deep breath. "We're having a sexual problem. It's been going on for several months now. I've finally convinced Rita that we need some help." Then he reached out and covered his wife's hands with one of his large ones.
"How can I help?" I asked, totally confused. Why on earth would a minister come to me for help with a sexual problem?
"We trust you," Rita blurted. "And since you've opened the.. .this.. .uh.. .shop, we thought you might know of something."
"Let's go upstairs where we can talk," I said. Even though the couple was twice my age, they seemed to truly be in a dilemma. I wanted to help if I could. I was no expert in human sexuality, but I'd taken a few classes in college to prepare me for this.
After sending them up to my apartment, I asked Pam if she could handle the shop alone for a while. She assured me she could and I followed them upstairs.
Rita and John were sitting on my sofa side by side. I moved some books off the coffee table and took a seat in front of them. "Talk to me."
"He's bored with me," Rita began.
"Darling, I'm not bored with you. I'm bored with our sex life," he told her in a tight voice, obviously struggling for control.
"He wants me to try some new things and I.. .I can't." Rita's voice trailed off to a whisper.
"We were both raised in very strict homes," John said in defense of his wife. "Taught that sex was dirty. We were both virgins when we met and married. Now that we've gotten older, we realize there's so much more we can explore."
"I've never.. .climaxed," Rita confessed. She blushed profusely just from saying the word.
"Never?"
"Never," she said, shaking her head sadly. "The problem is we're uneducated about our own sexuality. We've never experimented with oral sex or different positions or.. .anything. I've never even masturbated."
There are books and magazines and videos," I said.
"We need someone to show us. We think you're the perfect choice," John said with a finality that said he'd made his decision.
"Please help us." Rita was all, but pleading with me. "We'll do anything you say."
"Okay," I said patting her small hands. "When do you want to start?"
"Right now if you can."
I hesitated for just a moment, knowing there was only one way to get them comfortable with experimenting with each other and learning about themselves. "Undress each other," I instructed. "Let's get comfortable. I'll be right back." Dashing down the to the shop, I explained to Pam what was happening.
"You'll need this," she said, turning toward the rack of X-rated videos. She searched for a moment, found the one she wanted and tossed it to me.
It was excerpts from several different fuck films depicting various sexual topics from oral to anal and everything in between.
"Thanks," I said, giving her a hug. "You're smarter than the average slut."
When I returned to my living room, Rita was on the floor between John's legs naked. I had a feeling it wasn't just the cool air that had made her nipples stiff. She was struggling with her husband's clothing, the biggest obstacle being the bulge just under the zipper in the front of his slacks.
"He has a big cock," I whispered to her as I knelt close by.
Rita did not take her eyes off the zipper as it was lowered.
"Rub your cheek against it," I said softly.
Slowly, Rita lowered her face to the thick ridge inside her husband's shorts. He gasped when she pressed her cheek against it and rubbed it up and down.
"See how much he enjoys that," I told her. "Now, take off his shorts."
John lifted his ass slightly. Rita pulled his shorts down his legs and tossed them aside. I noted that she avoided looking at his prick until the last minute. His erection was jutting up out of his lap, throbbing with the rapid beating of his heart. It wasn't a huge cock, but it would certainly do the trick for me. Already, I was starting to feel loose and moist.
"Touch him," I said to her.
Rita did not look at his prick until her fingers had curled around it. Again, John groaned as if she had never touched him before.
"It's hot," she breathed.
"It's hot for your pussy," I said to her. "Just think how much pleasure this can bring to you. Don't you love it?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"Show him how much you love it," I suggested. "Kiss it."
At first, I thought she was going to flatly refuse, but slowly, slowly, she brought her lips to the bulbous knob on the end and kissed it lightly.
"That's good," I said, stroking her back. "Kiss it again and again."
Once Rita got started, it seemed she couldn't stop.
For a full five minutes, she kissed her way up and down her husband's prick.
"Now lick it," I whispered, squeezing her hip. "Get it good and wet."
John's groans filled the room as his wife's kisses turned to hot little licks. Her little pink tongue flicked all over his cock, especially the head, until he was literally dripping with her saliva.
"Don't forget to use your hands," I reminded her. "Cup his balls gently."
Obeying perfectly, Rita cupped his bloated sac in her palm and kneaded it.
"You can lick his balls if you want," I told her.
Ducking her dark head, Rita's tongue went to work where her hand had been earlier. At the same time, I guided her fingers to his prick and showed her how to pump him.
John spread his legs wide, giving his wife all the room she needed. His raspy breathing matched the subtle upward thrusts that I was sure he could not control.
"Make a little circle out of your lips," I said, with my mouth close to her ear. "Push them down over the end. Suck him, Rita."
There was no hesitation this time. Rita did exactly as I instructed. I could see her cheeks caving in as she sucked him hard, and she took him much deeper than I'd imagined she would. Her hand returned to his spit-slick balls and I think I heard her moan this time.
"Do you want to suck him off?" I asked her, knowing that John couldn't take much more of this. The skin of her back and hip was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and I noted that she was squeezing her legs tightly together. Just like me, Rita was getting off on oral sex.
Rita freed John abruptly, but her hands never stopped moving. God, this woman learned fast! "You mean let him.. .cum in my mouth?"
John groaned and fucked her fist.
I nodded. "It's one of the most loving things you can do for your man," I told her.
Rita turned her wide-eyed gaze to her husband. His eyes were glazed with lust and sweat beaded on his upper lip. He ran his fingers through her hair and then brushed her lips with the tips.
"I want to do it," she told me.
"You want to suck him off," I told her. "Then, just do it. Wrap those hot lips around his dick and suck like a vacuum cleaner."
John began moaning from the moment her mouth touched him. It was obvious that he was struggling to sit still. Rita's head bobbed up and down in his lap faster and faster. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip as little wet sucking sounds filled the room.
"Don't stop," I whispered to her, sliding my hand underneath her arm to fondle her breast. The nipple was rock-hard and she moaned at my touch. "He's almost there."
"Baby," John grunted, finally losing control of his hips. He bucked upward into Rita's sucking mouth, tangling his fingers in her hair and holding her head in his lap.
"I'll bet his pre-cum tastes good," I was moaning myself, as thrilled as John with the progress Rita had made. "Swallow it and get ready for the big load."
Rita was moaning, too, squirming on the floor and pressing her nipple into my palm.
Suddenly, John's breath caught in his throat. He howled and his body grew completely stiff. I could actually hear Rita swallowing his load as it was pumped into her mouth. She squeezed his balls as if trying to get every drop and her lips were still wrapped around his meat when it began to shrivel.
Finally, John began to breathe normally again and Rita wiped the back of her mouth with her hand.
"You did it," I said, giving her a quick hug. "You sucked your first cock and I don't know what John has to say, but you did a super job."
Without a word, John leaned forward and kissed his wife's lips. "I've always dreamed about this moment with you," he said as he pulled her onto his lap. "It was better than I ever imagined."
When Rita nestled in his lap, I caught a glimpse of the glistening pink between her swollen lips. I could not keep my hand from between my legs.
"You guys didn't need me for this," I told them.
"Oh, yes we did," Rita said. "It's my turn now and I'm going to.. .cum.. .no matter what."
"That sounded like a challenge to me," I said to John. Even though Rita was still having trouble saying the words, she was getting the idea that sex is a two-way street.
"I'm up for it," John said. "Well, I will be."
We all laughed at the joke.
"I want you to take a look at this," I said as I popped the videotape into the VCR.
Snuggled together on the sofa, the minister and his wife gazed at the TV. I knew the first scene was oral sex and I heard Rita gasp when the picture came into focus. There was a busy tongue swirling around and around just inside of a very wet pussy. The woman on the receiving end of all that attention was moaning steadily and grinding herself against her lover's face.
"Watch closely, John," I told him, and squeezed my leaking mound hard.
The thick tongue was pulled from her wet pussy and he used the tip to stimulate her clit. That brought even louder squeals of pleasure from the actress and she begged him for more. Finally, he sucked her sensitive nub into his mouth and plunged two fingers into her gaping pussy. The camera panned up the starlet's sweaty, undulating body and revealed that another woman was sucking her nipples.
Behind me, Rita made a soft sound.
"I'm cumming!" the actress squealed, and it was obvious she wasn't acting. "God, I'm cumming!" With that, her body bucked completely out of control. The camera closed in on her pussy, which pulsed and fluttered around the star's plunging fingers. He continued sucking on her clit until she relaxed and then he licked and kissed it tenderly.
I pressed STOP on the remote and the screen went dark. "It's your turn, John," I said, winking at the older man.
John was already maneuvering his wife into position on the floor beside me. He sucked each of her nipples and then licked the sensitive skin in between and underneath. Rita whimpered softly and watched him as if she still wasn't sure this was what she wanted.
"That's right," I praised him, noting that his dick was already half-hard again. "If you're going to eat a woman, you don't start with her pussy. You lick her all over."
Sliding his lips down her arm to her hand, he sucked on her fingers. And then he left a trail of wet kisses across her belly to her other hand, licking her palm with slow, sensual swishes of his tongue.
I shuddered at the sight and settled back to watch. Then I remembered that Richard and I had used a dildo the night before. Reaching under the edge of the sofa, I found it almost immediately.
Even though John was rubbing his nose around in the damp, tangled mass of curls between her legs, Rita was watching me. She gave me a questioning look.
"It's a dildo," I explained. "You two are getting me so hot, I have to take care of myself."
John lifted his head briefly and watched as I spread my legs wide and pushed the rounded tip against my liquid center. "Will you show us how to use that?"
"Later," I promised, knowing full well there was a dildo scene on the video they would take home to watch. By the time they saw me again, they wouldn't need any instructions.
Rita placed a hand on John's head and pressed downward gently. He lowered his face again, this time sliding the tip of his tongue between her swollen lips. She gasped and spread her legs even wider, offering herself to her husband freely. Her clit was enormous, erect and throbbing. I knew I wouldn't have to remind John about that.
Again and again, John's tongue made that wet trip up to her clit and then back down again to probe at her bubbling hole.
"It feels good," she groaned. "Oh, my, it feels so good." Her words were punctuated with little gasping breaths that made me shiver.
I pushed the dildo deeper inside of me and bit my lip to keep quiet as I watched this man with silver streaks in his hair tasting his wife for the first time. like Rita, he seemed to be a natural at oral loving. Thick, wet sounds filled the room as he drove his tongue deep into her pussy and sucked down her tasty juices. Sliding his hands up under her ass, he literally pulled her onto his tongue. He was moaning into her muff, enjoying every moment of this, as was Rita.
As I began working the dildo slowly in and out of my own twat, Rita stroked her husband's head. She thrust her wide open pussy at his face, instinctively showing him where and when to lick next. Then, when she was working her hips up and down steadily, he turned his attention to her clit. Her groans of pleasure grew louder when his talented oral muscle circled it slowly. He continued this teasing until she was nearly wild with frustration and then he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth.
My fingers found my own clit and I pinched it, sliding the dildo in and out of my cunt faster.
"I need something.. . " Rita gasped, her ass bouncing all over the floor. "I need something in.. . my.. . "
John remembered what he had seen in the movie and pushed two fingers between her pussy lips. He inched them in past the second knuckle and pulled them out slowly. I saw them glistening in the light. Then they disappeared inside of her again.
"Ahhhh!" Rita groaned, and I knew her orgasm was approaching quickly.
My own release wouldn't be far behind. "Flick her clit with your tongue," I managed to breathe.
When he did as I instructed, Rita screamed with pleasure. Clamping her legs around her husband's bobbing head, she ground herself against his face. Her screams turned to lusty grunts and her entire body gyrated wildly when her orgasm overtook her.
Seconds later, with the dildo filling my own pussy and my fingers manipulating my clit, I brought myself off. Just like Rita, I bucked around on the floor, humping the sex toy with abandon. My juices literally poured, running down my crack to the floor below. Reaching between my legs, I caught it with my fingertips and teased my asshole. That brought several more gasps from me and I could feel my pussy still sucking on the dildo.
Rita's orgasm seemed to go on forever. John brought her back to earth slowly, savoring every delicious moment. He continued to lick her until her grunts turned to satisfied whimpers and then he kissed his way back up her body.
"Where do you want this?" he asked when her fingers curled around his throbbing erection.
"Watch this," I said.
I had recovered enough by this time to turn the VCR back on. I ran the tape fast forward, stopping a few times to find what I was looking for. Finally, I found it. A beautiful young woman was on her hands and knees while her lover took her from behind. He held onto her ass with both hands, ramming his prick into her hard enough to make both of them grunt.
"Have you ever fucked this way?"
They both shook their heads. "Try it," I suggested.
Rita knelt in front of her husband, thrusting her backside high into the air. He moved into place behind her and guided his swollen knob to her pussy. With one slow motion, he entered her, giving her more than half of his length. Both of them groaned and she began reaching for more right away. Soon, they were bucking together, just like the couple on the television. His balls slapped the back of her thighs and her pussy devoured his cock with every stroke.
"Rub her clit," I reminded him.
Reaching underneath his wife, John caught her clit in two fingers and pinched it rhythmically. Soon, Rita was groaning in release.
This time, I climaxed right along with Rita. John looked from his wife's cunt fluttering around his rod to mine sucking hard on the wet dildo. And then he drove himself to the hilt one last time and joined us in la la land.
When they caught their breath, I offered them my bathroom to freshen up. I was dressed again by the time they returned to the living room.
"I can't thank you enough," Rita said, hugging me warmly.
"All I did was get you started; let you know it was okay. You did all the rest," I explained as I pushed the videotape into her hands. "Watch this."
I followed them downstairs and stood at the door watching them drive away.
"How did it go?" Pam asked, giving me a knowing look.
I winked at her and returned to the shop. It was a shame they had wasted so many years. Somehow, though, I had a feeling they were going to make up for lost time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"It's here, it's here," Pam squealed as she opened a box.
This was several days after my instructional visit with John and Rita. We were in the stock room surrounded by a new shipment of dildos and vibrators. She was holding up the box that contained a special order we put in for a lesbian couple that had started visiting the shop on a regular basis.
"Let me see," I said as I hurried through the debris toward her.
With shaking fingers, Pam opened the box and pulled the dildo free. The heavy rubber toy was about eighteen inches long, with a thick, flexible shaft and a fat knob on both ends.
"So that's what a double-headed dildo looks like," I mused, taking it from her and holding one end in each hand. It was huge and it even felt real. "What's it for?"
"So they can fuck each other at the same time," Pam said as if I should have guessed it right away.
I continued studying the flesh-colored toy, running my fingers up and down the slightly bumpy shaft.
"Let's try it out," she purred, covering one of my breasts with her hand.
"It belongs to a customer," I said with a shiver. We had been so busy trying to run the shop and our other businesses at the same time, we'd hadn't had time to play lately.
"This one doesn't," she said, holding up an identical dildo. "I ordered one for us, too."
Heat rushed through me like wildfire. Not only did I want to enjoy this dildo, I wanted Pam more than I could even say right at that moment.
"As soon as the store closes," she whispered, and then kissed me warmly. "We'll go upstairs."
I humped the thigh she worked between my legs and moaned into her mouth. Then I gave her mound a squeeze. I could feel the heat through her clothes. It was a good thing Richard was working out of town. He would either have to join in or forget it tonight!
I thought the day would never end!
When I locked the door that evening and turned off the lights, I found Pam waiting for me at the foot of the stairs. She already had the dildo in hand and pressed one of the bulbous knobs into my palm. My fingers curled around it in a natural fashion. Then, giving me a sultry look, she opened her mouth wide and sucked the other end between her lips. The sight made me wet and I stood there trembling helplessly as I watched her use her mouth to make the plastic glisten.
"You do it," she whispered.
The moment I brought the dildo to my face, I caught a whiff of her woman scent. "You've tried it out already," I said, only pretending to be jealous.
She nodded. "It's unreal."
I swirled my tongue around the rubber dick and then began licking my way toward her end. Instead of the shaft, though, I ended up sucking her fingers, running my tongue intimately in between.
Pam whimpered softly. "Let's go upstairs."
I knew that would get to her and smiled as I followed her shapely ass up to my apartment.
In the living room, we kissed as we undressed each other. Our hands explored familiar warm flesh, becoming reacquainted, cupping and squeezing, knowing just where to touch and when. In the hall, halfway to my bedroom, I pressed her against the wall, licking my way down her neck to her breasts. Her nipples became hard little, buttons when my tongue caressed them. She groaned and squirmed against me. I pressed her fleshy globes together so I could suck both nipples at the same time. In the back of my mind, though, all I could think about was the double-headed dildo.
"Your mouth is so hot," she moaned, holding my face against her chest.
Again, the scent of her pussy filled my head and I left a trail of hot kisses down her flat stomach to her snatch. Pam spread her legs wide and then I ran my nose through her dark curls. I found her clit easily with my tongue and listened to her moans grow louder as I sucked it. That, of course, got my juices flowing. I squeezed my wet thighs together tightly and pushed two fingers into her pussy. It was already dripping wet and she began humping them almost immediately.
Pam's climax overtook her with such intensity that she all, but fell down. Hanging onto my head with both hands, she ground her pussy all over my face. Her groans of release were throaty. Her thick juices poured down my pistoning fingers and puddled in my palm.
Finally, she took a deep, shuddering breath and relaxed. I pulled my face from between her legs and smiled up at my oldest and dearest friend.
"No one has ever made me cum like you do," she said in a weak voice. She smeared her juices around my wet lips with her fingers and I sucked teasingly on the tips.
"Let's go try out our new toy," I said, trying not to sound too eager. Tonight, I was going to get my chance to fuck Pam.
Pam and I were in each other's arms the moment we hit the bed. We rolled back and forth for a few moments, kissing and touching, pressing the full length of our bodies together. A fine sheen of sweat covered both of us, adding the sensual feeling of flesh on flesh. And all I could think about was the dildo.
She was the first one to reach for the sex toy, which had been tossed to the floor in the heat of passion. Sliding down on the bed, she wet one end with her mouth. Then she coaxed my thighs apart and worked the spit-shined knob between my pussy lips. Rolling onto my back, I eagerly spread my legs for her. I held my breath as it stretched me wider and wider, finally slipping inside.
"It feels like a real cock, doesn't it?" she breathed.
I shivered when her hot breath caressed my lower body. "Yeah," I answered, and thrust upward, urging her to push the sex toy deeper.
Pam gave me what I wanted, pulling it out slightly and then pushing it into me again. "From this vantage point, it looks like a real one, too."
Giving in to the pleasure washing over me, I closed my eyes and allowed her to fuck me with the fake dick. Soon, she fell into a steady rhythm and my body matched it. When I was teetering on the brink of orgasm, I felt her hot mouth on my clit. "Suck it," I howled.
Pam and I always knew exactly how to bring each other off, and this time was no exception. With the rubber dick filling my pussy to capacity and her lips wrapped around my clit, she brought me to a bone-melting orgasm.
When I opened my eyes, she was still between my legs. The dildo remained embedded in my pussy. Pam had both hands wrapped around the end and was watching it closely as she continued to move it in and out slowly.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I looked down my body. The rubber dong looked as if it was a part of me, actually sprouting from my body. "Suck my dick," I whispered.
Pam's eyes met mine and she smiled.
"Suck my dick," I insisted, thrusting my pelvis toward her face.
Un-like earlier, when she had simply sucked the knob into her mouth, Pam took her time. She used her tongue expertly, swirling it all over the end of the dildo and then sliding it down the shaft dangerously close to where my swollen pussy lips still clung to the rubber dick. When she made a little O out of her lips and pressed them down over the end, my body reacted as if she really was sucking my cock.
I groaned and lay back on the pillows, thrusting my crotch toward her face. Rubbing my clit with two fingers, I let my imagination run wild. Little wet sucking sounds filled the room as her mouth slid up and down the dildo. Her hair brushed my thigh, caressing me like silken fingers, adding to the pleasure of the moment. My juices poured out of me, running down my crack to the bed below. She moaned and then I felt one of Pam's fingers easing into my anus.
"Oh, Jesus!" I hissed, bucking upward even harder as my orgasm crested.
She added a second finger to my asshole and pushed them deep.
My pussy began to pulse and flutter around the sex toy and I knew from experience that my rectum had clamped down on her fingers. I grunted, shuddered and then everything came to a halt as my second orgasm of the evening exploded all over me.
When I caught my breath, Pam was still hanging onto her end of the dildo. "I gotta cum," she breathed, pulling her fingers out of my asshole.
"Ride it, baby," I said in a throaty voice. Just climb on top and ride."
The flexible shaft of the dildo allowed it to bend easily. With my end tucked just inside of my pussy, I wrapped both hands around the wet shaft to hold it steady while Pam straddled my body. With her drooling cunt poised just over the knob, she squatted over me. We both watched as she lowered herself slowly onto the dildo. It stretched her swollen lips wide and she groaned as she sank down onto it. This was indeed just like having my own dick. No wonder that lesbian couple ordered one!
"God, it does feel real," she moaned. Lifting herself slightly, she teased herself with the knob for a few seconds and then sank down onto the rubber dick again.
That forced it deeper into my own cunt and my soft moans mingled with hers.
"It's almost like we're fucking each other at the same time." She gasped between every other word.
Pam was right. Thrusting upward into her juicy twat forced the other end of the dildo deeper into my own. After a few awkward tries, we found a rhythm that pleased us both and used the dildo to its best advantage. Soon, only an inch or so of the dildo was visible between our hairy mounds and that was dripping with our juices.
With our bodies holding the dildo securely in place between us, our hands were free. I cupped her damp breasts, which jiggled with her seductive movements, and tugged playfully at the nipples. Then I slid my hands down her slender sides to her hips, pulling her even harder against me.
"It's like fucking and getting fucked at the same time," she grunted as she ground her body against mine. Her hands covered my globes.
"And it feels so good," I whimpered as the first tremors of orgasm flowed through me.
From the way Pam's eyes glittered feverishly and her erratic bucking, I knew she was as close to climax as I. Reaching between us, I found her clit and rubbed it with two fingers.
"Oh, baby," she moaned, her movements increasing in speed. She ground her hairy mound against mine savagely. "Baby, I have to cum."
I didn't let up. In fact, while strumming her clit, I met her stroke for stroke, taking as much dildo as I gave her and loving every minute of it. My body began to convulse within seconds after Pam lost control. Our cries of release filled the room and when I caught my breath, Pam had collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath.
"Jesus!" she moaned. The dildo slipped out of her with a wet slurp and she rolled onto the bed, her chest heaving as she struggled to control her breathing.
"God, no wonder those lesbians ordered one of these," I said, finally pulling the rubber dong from my own cunt. My pussy released it reluctantly.
We lay there quietly for a few minutes while I examined the double-headed dildo. It's smooth surface was slick with our juices, glistening in the lamplight.
Pam had always been such an oral freak and I wasn't surprised when she reached for the slimy dildo. The end that had been buried in my cunt was soon being licked clean by her darting tongue. My excitement returned slowly as I watched her. Soon, I found myself doing the same thing, moaning at the taste of her drying oils.
We lay there for a while, sucking on either end of the fake dick. Then I felt Pam's hand slide down my side to my hip. She pulled my body closer and I eagerly pressed my hairy pussy against hers. It was beginning to itch again.
After a few minutes, she pulled her mouth off the dildo and whispered, "I want to fuck again."
"Me, too," I confessed, and my mouth covered hers, the dildo trapped between us.
Our tongues battled fiercely for a few moments and then Pam sat up and slid down toward the foot of the bed. Her long fingers curled around one end of the dildo. Facing me, she spread her legs wide. Her pretty pussy was wet again, the bright pink lips swollen, clit erect. Parting the tangled mass of curls with her fingers, she rubbed one end of the dildo against her liquid center. It sucked on the toy noisily.
I watched the tiny mouth of her cunt open wider, and wider until it finally swallowed the bulbous knob. Once it was inside of her, she paused, gasping and closed her eyes. My own pussy grew loose and moist at the sight.
"Why don't you join me?" she suggested.
"Don't mind if I do," I replied.
Pam's eyes were open now and she watched me as I had watched her earlier. Facing her, with my legs spread wide, I guided the free end of the dildo between my own tender lips. It slid into my hole easily and I scooted closer to her, forcing it even deeper.
Pam shook her head and took a deep breath. "I can't get over it. This is better than a porno movie."
"Much better," I said, my sentence ending in a little gasp. My orgasm was already building.
Pam's body was beginning to move rhythmically and even though the movements were a bit awkward, I matched her stroke for stroke. Again, we fondled and stroked each other, adding to the visual stimulation. She groaned when I pinched her nipples and her pussy sucked the dildo even deeper. I grunted when her fingers captured my clit and shuddered through a mini-cum. And, again, the dildo all, but disappeared between us as we held onto each other, humping it wildly. Thick, wet sounds filled the room and mingled with our guttural sounds of pleasure.
"Cumming!" I groaned, unable to hold back one more second.
"Me.. .too," Pam wailed.
For the next few minutes, neither of us could do anything, but ride the tidal waves of pleasure that crashed over us, one after the other. When we finally returned to reality, Pam pulled the dildo out of her cunt and smeared her juices all over her breasts.
"I'd like to try something else," I whispered. The urge to cum one more time could not be denied.
"What?" she wanted to know. Her eyes were glowing softly, but I had the feeling she would like this idea.
"A new position." With that, I pulled my end of the dildo out of my steamy snatch. Hanging onto it with one hand, I moved to my hands and knees in front of her. "Get on your knees," I instructed as I reached between my legs and worked the fat knob back into my hole from behind.
Pam giggled softly and I watched over my shoulder as she assumed the same position. On her knees with her back to me, she soon had the dildo stuffed into her own cunt. Again, we were connected, fucking cheek to cheek, so to speak.
More experienced with the double-headed dildo now, I rocked backwards, pushing my ass toward Pam's. Not only did this force the dildo deeper into me, as I knew it would, it pushed it into Pam's pussy, too.
"It's like being fucked from behind," she gasped. My only answer was to move a bit faster. Pam fell into rhythm with me and we spent the next little while just savoring every ounce of pleasure. The sound of her little grunts excited me and I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I realized that the mirror on the headboard of the bed allowed me to see Pam's reflection in the mirror on the dresser. She had pressed her chest into the mattress and thrust her ass high into the air. I reached for even more. And then my sweaty hip touched hers, sending sparks flying all over my body.
"Pam, I think I'm going to cum again," I moaned. My fingers instinctively went to my clit to hurry the explosion along.
"Oh!" Pam gasped, and I knew she had already reached her peak.
That set me off and it was a while before I could think about anything except the powerful orgasm that literally took my breath away.
This time, when we pulled the dildo free, it was tossed aside. After cuddling together briefly, we headed for the shower.
"Joy, my company has taken on another big job," Pam said quietly after we had showered and returned to the bedroom. We were lying side by side on our backs looking up at the ceiling.
"That means you're going to need to be away from the store," I finished for her.
She nodded. "I'm sorry, but this job was too important to turn down."
"Don't apologize. We'll just hire someone to help run the store," I said, squeezing her hand. It was something I'd been thinking about for the last few days.
"I'll still help with ordering and stocking shelves," she offered, turning to face me.
"And I'll still do the accounting. Don't worry about it."
She didn't say anything for a long time and then she asked, "What kind of person are we looking for."
"Sexy," I said with a giggle. "A guy."
"We do have a lot of female customers," I put in. "He could certainly advise them."
"A sexy, young college guy." Her eyes shone with excitement and she propped her head up on her elbow. "I think I know just the person. He'd love a part-time job and he's absolutely gorgeous."
With that decision all, but finalized, I was suddenly so sleepy I could hardly keep my eyes open. "Good. Send him over tomorrow. We'll talk about money and his hours," I said with a yawn.
"What about his duties?" Pam teased.
"We'll talk about those, too," I assured her. "Maybe I'll give him a little test just to see how he handles pushy customers."
The last thing I heard before sleep overcame me was Pam saying, "I'm not sure he can handle either of us."
CHAPTER NINE
Pam kept her promise and Brian called me the next day to schedule an appointment. His voice was deep and husky and from our brief conversation, I found that he was quite intelligent. I was actually looking forward to meeting him that evening after the store closed.
Pam was right about him being gorgeous. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with sandy blond hair and big blue eyes. His casual clothing only added to his natural good looks. I was sure he would soon become one of our biggest assets, especially where female customers were concerned.
I took him into the little room in back where I still gave massages and perched on the end of the table while he sat in a chair. We talked easily and I felt comfortable with him right away despite our age difference. His blue eyes sparkled when he confessed that he had been a male stripper for a while and how much he had enjoyed it. He laughed, and I couldn't help wondering how those big hands would feel against my skin.
"Brian, you realize this is kind of a sensitive position. We don't just sell sex toys, we advise and instruct and generally do whatever is needed to help the customer," I explained.
"Pam and I talked about that," he said with a little nod. "I don't have any problems with it."
"Can I give you a little test?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Sure."
"Let's say I'm a customer in the store and I want to purchase some oil. But I'm not really sure what I want or even what to do with it. What do you do?"
He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, first I would find out what she planned to do with the oil. I mean warm baby oil is great for masturbation. But if you're using it to tease your partner, I believe there's something called Hot Licks. I'd have to make sure."
I nodded, more than pleased so far with his answer.
"And then I'd suggest she buy something pleasing to her sense of smell, maybe something with peppermint. Then I would suggest she buy a rubber sheet, pour the oil all over her lover, massage him from head to toe and fuck his brains out," he finished.
I laughed and clapped my hands together. "Perfect. You're hired." Slipping off the table, I extended my hand. "When can you start?"
Brian took my fingers and shook them in a firm grip. "Tomorrow."
"Great!" We talked about his salary and I threw in a generous commission, knowing he was going to boost our sales tremendously.
"I'm a little disappointed," he confessed as we stood up to leave the room.
"Disappointed?" I asked, thoroughly confused.
He nodded and those blue eyes met and held mine. "I was hoping to give you a demonstration."
"I don't understand."
"I was hoping you'd pretend you were a customer and allow me to actually demonstrate the use of oils," he explained quietly.
A little shiver started at my fingertips. By the time it had spread down to my toes, I was tingling all over. "I can't say that I wouldn't enjoy it," I finally stammered. "I'm sure I would, but.. . "
"Then let me show you," he all but whispered. Placing his hands on the wall on either side of me, he lowered his face very close to my own.
His big body towered over me, making me feel completely feminine. When I inhaled his the musky scent of his cologne, my knees grew weak. I licked my lips nervously and stalled for time. No need to rush into things. I didn't want to let my pussy make a decision that I would soon regret.
Brian saw the lust in my eyes as plain as day. He pressed his lips against mine and traced around my lips with his tongue. Moaning, I placed my hands on his biceps and pressed my tingling nipples into his chest. God, the muscles in his arms and upper torso were hard as a rock! And when he circled me with those big arms and pulled me against him, I found that the rest of him was just as hard.
The kiss seemed to go on for an eternity. His tongue probed my mouth. And then, just when I began moaning into his mouth, he used it to tease the tip of my own tongue. At the same time, he slid his hands up between us, fondling my breasts almost tenderly.
Giving him enough room to unbutton my blouse, I humped the thigh he worked between my legs. My moans grew louder when he kissed his way down my neck to one of my nipples. He sucked it into his hot mouth.
"Let's not forget, you're here to learn all about oils and massage," he said softly as he cupped my mound with one big hand.
I nodded weakly and showed him where I kept my private supply of oils. "You can heat it a little in the microwave," I whispered.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied. Before stepping away from me, he caught my hand and guided it to his crotch. The erection throbbing there was enormous.
When he crossed the room and made his selection, I found it difficult to breathe. I removed my clothes with trembling fingers. Finally, I was naked and lying on the table where so many of my clients had lain.
"Beautiful," he whispered as he took his place beside the table and gazed down at me. "Beautiful breasts."
Tipping the plastic bottle into his palm, he allowed the oil to drip between his fingers and onto my nipples. I gasped as the warm, thick liquid ran down and between my breasts. At long last, he covered my fleshy globes with both hands, massaging the oil into my skin. His touch was demanding and yet gentle at the same time and I thrust my chest into his big, wet hands, closing my eyes and moaning softly.
"Beautiful body," Brian breathed as he moved his hands downward.
Even though it wasn't needed, he poured more oil onto my navel. Working that into my flesh with his fingertips, he soon had me squirming against the table.
"Great legs," he said, almost to himself as he ignored my aching pussy. Pouring more oil onto his palms, he spread the slippery fluids up and down my legs, coaxing them apart as he worked.
By this time, I found it almost impossible to keep my hands off myself. Squeezing them into tight fists, I bit my lip and looked down at my naked body. It was covered with oils, glistening under the bright lights. Every place he touched, another little fire ignited, bringing my excitement to fever pitch.
"Beautiful pussy," he muttered.
I humped the air in frustration as his wet fingertips brushed across my pubic hairs.
"Nice big clit," he said, and gave me a teasing wink. "I think it needs oil, too."
"Please," I whimpered. I spread my legs wide as those wet fingers moved up and down my slit.
Pleased with my reaction, Brian pushed just the tips between my wet lips and then worked his wet thumb against my clit. Unable to control myself any longer, I cried out and bucked upward in search of release.
Brian chuckled. Finally, he pushed his fingers inside of me. I moaned as I caught his wrist with both hands and humped his hand with abandon. If I didn't cum soon, I was going to explode. And then he leaned forward and sucked my clit into his mouth. I flew off into orbit, my ass bouncing all over the table.
'That was great," I gasped when I could talk again.
The handsome young man pulled his fingers from my cunt and added that wetness to the oils covering my nipples. "That was only the beginning," he assured me. "Turn over."
Obediently, I turned over, not surprised that the table beneath me was wet with both oils and my own sweat. The bottle clicked again. I shivered as he poured the still warm oil in a thin line right down my spine all the way to the crack of my ass. Then he drizzled even more onto each hip.
Seconds later, he brought his hands into play again, kneading the muscles of my shoulders and upper back in a professional manner. "You need to relax," he whispered, his hot breath against my neck and ear.
"That's a little difficult with you around," I told him.
His throaty chuckle was a familiar sound by now. I could also hear his ragged breathing as his hands worked their way down my back. Soon he was cupping and squeezing my ass, pulling the cheeks apart and sliding his fingers down my inner thighs.
Again, my legs parted of their own accord. I pressed my aching cunt against the table as the teasing continued. He made sure I was covered with oil all the way down to my feet. And then he worked his wet fingers in between my toes. I shuddered from head to toe, thrilled at the teasing and yet reaching my breaking point.
Just when I thought I could stand no more, I realized he was sliding his hands back up my legs again. His wet fingers found their way into my pussy once more, still just giving me enough to make me squirm.
Then, suddenly, he pulled his fingers free and squeezed my ass with both hands again. "Beautiful ass," he breathed, pulling the cheeks apart and then pushing them back together.
His oily fingers brushed against my puckered anus.
I gasped and shuddered.
"Do you think you would like that?" he asked, even though he was already working a single, teasing oily finger inside of my asshole.
"Yes," I sighed.
"How about deeper?" he questioned, pushing the finger in past the second knuckle.
I groaned in response and reached for more.
"How about two fingers?" he wanted to know.
Before I could answer, he added a second finger to my tight channel and worked them both in and out a few times. At the same time, I felt more oil trickling down the crack of my ass.
"Damn, that's so good," I groaned loudly. His thick fingers were buried completely in my asshole one minute and sliding slowly out the next. I reached for them again and again, teetering on the brink of orgasm for what seemed like hours.
And then, with just the tips of his fingers pressed against my anal opening, his hot breath caressed the same spot, taking my breath away. After two or three minutes of this, I thrust my ass toward his face, aching to feel his hot tongue where his fingers had been.
For one so young, Brian certainly knew when a woman had had enough. He worked the tip of his tongue into my asshole. I bit my lip trying to keep quiet. But as his talented oral muscle probed deep into my rectum, I found that impossible. My throaty sounds of pleasure filled the small room. I lifted myself onto my knees, grinding my ass against his face. That tongue managed to go even deeper.
The table was slippery and I held onto the edge with both hands as he tongued me. My natural lubrication was dripping out of me, adding to the fluids covering the table. Brian caught some of them in his palm and smeared them onto my feverish flesh.
He squeezed my cheeks roughly.
"Bring me off," I begged as I reached between my legs to rub my clit.
And that's when he finally worked two fingers into my pussy. I think my orgasm began almost immediately, surprising me with its intensity. It seemed to go on forever, cresting, subsiding and then rising to an even higher peak of pleasure until I collapsed onto the table, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.
"Impressed?" Brian asked as he planted a kiss on each of my hips.
"Thoroughly," I answered, somehow finding the strength to turn over. My gaze went immediately to the thick bulge in the front of his slacks. "If I were a customer, I'd leave you a big tip," I said with a smile.
He gave himself a squeeze. "But since you're my boss.. . "
"Since I'm your boss, I'm going to give you something much more tangible," I answered, reaching for him with both hands.
Brian stepped toward the table allowing me to unzip his pants. He pushed them down his thighs and I caressed him briefly through his red silk briefs. The heat coming from that big rod was incredible.
As his shorts came down, I slid off the table to my knees on the floor. Jutting proudly out of a nest of curly blond hairs was one of the biggest pricks I had ever seen. The purple knob was swollen and already wet with excitement. He gasped when I curled my fingers around it. The thick muscle throbbed against my palm, spitting out even more pre-cum. I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue and tasted it.
"You'd better sit down," I said, sensing that when he finally did let go, it was going to be an explosion.
Kicking off his shoes, pants and shorts, Brian took a seat in the chair. He pulled off his shirt as I knelt in front of him again and he was smiling when I reached for the oil. I poured the golden liquid onto my palm and massaged it into his shaft. He groaned and thrust his pelvis in my direction, spreading his legs wide for me.
I oiled his dick with both hands, pumping him gently and caressing his knob until his fleshy pole gleamed. Then one of my oily hands traveled from his cock down to his bloated balls. He groaned as I smeared the thick oil all over, under and around his wrinkled sac with one hand while continuing to pump his rod with the other. I could almost feel the cum boiling inside. When my wet fingertips teased his asshole, more pre-cum oozed from the head of his dick, making my mouth water.
"Lick it," he breathed. His face was nothing but a mask of lust, his eyes dark and hungry.
Pushing the finger a bit deeper, I covered the end of his dong with my mouth. Teasing his bubbling hole with my tongue, I continued to stroke him with my wet fingers. He was torn between humping my face and grinding his ass against my hand for a few minutes. Then he settled down to fucking my mouth steadily. The balls that I held in my palm hugged his body and I knew that soon, I was going to get a mouth full of cum.
Almost before that thought left my brain, Brian grunted. His cock jerked and the first blast of cum jetted against the roof of my mouth. I swallowed that as quickly as I could, but it was followed by another and another, much too copious for me to handle. Licking and sucking, I sat there with my finger buried in his asshole and his spewing cock in my mouth. His spunk ran down my chin, dripping onto my naked breasts, which were still covered with oil and sweat.
"Now, I'm going to fuck that pretty pussy," he growled, pulling his cock from my mouth.
I wasn't going to argue with the young man. If he was up to another hot round, so was I. That tasty spunk of his warming my tummy had just gotten me started. Standing, I moved to the table and lay down on my back, offering myself to him freely. He stepped between my legs and caught a foot in each hand. He held my legs high and wide while I guided his cock to my pussy.
We both sighed as he entered me in one smooth stroke. He worked his hips in a small circle, grinding his body against mine, mashing my clit between us. I fought the urge to start moving and forced myself to lie still. I wanted to enjoy this fuck to the fullest.
Brian was the one who gave in first. Withdrawing only slightly, he pushed himself deep again. I grunted and squeezed him with my strong muscles. Again he withdrew and thrust forward. This time, I could not help reaching for him. Soon, our wet bodies were slapping together rhythmically as he pounded my pussy repeatedly.
With his hands on my ass and his dick buried deep in my pussy, Brian brought me off quickly. He paused only briefly, allowing me to catch my breath before falling into a steady rhythm again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I grunted, taking everything he had and begging for more.
He pushed my legs together and back against my chest and his dick never stopped moving. "What a tight, hot hole," he groaned as he rammed himself deep time after time, never missing a stroke.
And then I felt his fingers at my asshole. That reminded me there was one toy I had not tried out yet. "Brian, the butt plug. Get one from the store," I whimpered, and then I told him where they were located.
He pulled out of me, my oils dripping off the head of his cock as he trotted out into the store. I lay there moaning, rubbing my clit. He returned in minutes, tossing a box to the floor and showing me the long, slender plastic object that would soon be thrilling my asshole. Wetting it with his mouth, he eased it all the way into my puckered hole. Longer and thicker than two fingers, it excited me in a way I'd never experienced before.
"Give me that dick," I grunted, reaching for him.
Brian drove his cock into my pussy again and began fucking me, his body holding the butt plug in place. I'd heard of double penetration but never experienced it. This had to be the next best thing, no pain, just pure pleasure.
My orgasm swelled inside of me like a balloon. At almost the same time, Brian's cock swelled, jerked, and his second load of thick, white spunk filled me to overflowing. I toppled over the edge, wrapping my legs around his sweaty ass, grinding my body against him with abandon.
My new employee caught his breath and pulled his shrinking cock from my pussy. Then he removed the butt plug and grinned down at me.
"I'll just add that to our private stock of toys," I explained.
"You're the boss," he quipped.
CHAPTER TEN
I told Brian to come in a bit early the next morning so he could get familiar with the layout of the store. And then he left, sealing our deal with a warm kiss instead of a handshake.
Upstairs in my apartment, the red light on the answering machine was blinking steadily. There were several messages from John and Rita. First, one would call and then the other, and each call sounded more urgent than the one before. I did not hesitate to call them back.
"First of all, we want to thank you for the videos. They've opened up a whole new world for us," John began.
"You're very welcome," I replied.
"We'd like to get together with you again soon," John added, a cautious tone coming into his voice. "There's something else we need help with."
"Okay."
"Tomorrow is Saturday. Could you come over here, say, tomorrow afternoon?" he asked.
"That would be fine," I told him. "I have a new employee coming in the morning. He should be able to handle the store by himself tomorrow afternoon."
"Great," John breathed.
"Should I bring anything?" I asked. "Just yourself."
Brian arrived right on schedule, looking even more handsome than the night before. With his easy, friendly smile, I was sure he was going to impress a lot of customers. I showed him around the store. He studied each section carefully, almost as if he was memorizing the products in each.
"The only one I have a problem with is the lingerie. I mean, I know what I like, but the sizes confuse me," he confessed.
"Don't worry about that. I'll be here this morning and Pam is coming in this afternoon," I assured him.
By the time the first customers began arriving, he was handling the store like a pro. I hovered nearby while he sold several dildos to a woman who had come in the store to buy only one. He recommended X-rated videos to people as if he'd seen them all and even the two lesbians were impressed with his knowledge of magazines. Satisfied that he was doing well, I spent the morning catching up on the bookkeeping.
Pam came in right after lunch and I thanked her for thinking of Brian.
"I hear you two had a very, very nice visit last night," she said with a wink.
"He's everything you said he was," I told her. "I think things are going to work out great."
"Where are you going?" she asked when I picked up my car keys.
"House call," I answered.
"I guess I'll just have to stay here all alone with Brian," she pouted.
"Poor baby," I answered. "Make the best of it."
"I'll try."
At the last minute, I ducked into the massage room and found the butt plug Brian and I had used the night before. Since I had no idea what John and Rita had in store for me, this might come in handy.
The minister and his wife lived in a quiet neighborhood full of brick ranch houses and manicured lawns. Their home was right on the corner and easy to find. I parked in the wide driveway, walked to the front door and rang the bell. There were quick footsteps and John opened the door almost immediately.
"Please, come in," he said with a warm smile.
I stepped into the tiled foyer and was directed toward what appeared to be the den. Once there, I didn't have to ask any questions. On the TV screen, two women were lying across a big bed involved in a side by side sixty-nine. The camera zoomed in on the blonde's wet pussy, which, at that moment, was full of tongue. And then it moved up her body to where her head was buried between the wide-spread legs of a brunette. Her tongue worried her lover's clit while she pushed two fingers into her pussy. The cries of pleasure that came from the speakers sounded very real and it was obvious they were both working toward a climax.
I barely recognized Rita, who was sitting across the room on the sofa. She had that sexy, I-just-rolled-out-of-bed look with her tousled hair and her sleepy eyes, and she looked ten years younger. But it was the fact that she was naked that shook me a little. She smiled at me and caressed her breasts with both hands, her legs falling apart just enough to let me see some pink.
This was nothing like the quiet, older woman who had visited me several weeks before with her husband seeking sexual advice.
"Rita and I have been watching lots of movies lately," John explained as he urged me toward his wife. "We're especially interested in the lesbian scenes."
"And that's where we need your help," Rita finished for him.
As she spoke, she slid her hands down her body and spread her legs wider. Moaning, she held her swollen lips apart with two fingers. Her clit looked for all the world like a miniature prick just begging for my attention. There was no way I was going to run from this opportunity. My pussy was already feeling loose and moist.
While the women on the television sucked each other noisily, I moved slowly toward her gaping pussy. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, I licked my way up one wet thigh and sniffed her fragrant cunt. She slid lower on the sofa, offering herself to me freely, but I turned my attention to her other leg. Working the point of my tongue in circles, I smeared her juices around and then licked them off. They tasted slightly salty.
When my breath stirred her cunt hairs again, she groaned. The wet mouth of her pussy spasmed and her clear oils bubbled out.
I heard a movement behind me and realized that John was removing his clothes. He took a seat beside his wife, holding his big cock in his hand. "Ever since we started watching that video, things have changed. We just can't seem to get enough of each other. And all Rita wants to do is cum and cum and cum."
"Making up for lost time," I said as I pressed two fingertips just inside of her cunt lips and worked them around in a circle.
"We love oral sex. We masturbate together. We've tried every position and I think we even made up some of our own," he continued. His hand was sliding up and down his pole slowly now. "I guess we are making up for lost time."
"Maybe you should make a video," I told him.
Rita had been looking from me to the sexy scene on the television. Now, she placed a hand on my head and thrust her pussy toward my face. "Eat me," she gasped.
Her musky scent filled my head as my tongue slithered up and down her slit. My own pussy was clamoring for attention and I gave it a promising squeeze. When I teased her clit, she gasped again and when I pushed the tip of my tongue into her hole, her strong muscles clutched at it hungrily. I worked it further down to her puckered asshole and probed there until her throaty moans grew louder.
That's when I remembered the butt plug.
"I brought a new toy," I whispered, reaching for my purse.
"What is it?" John asked when he saw the small plastic object.
"It's called a butt plug," I explained as I wet it with Rita's own juices. "I just push it in here and.. . " As I spoke, I worked the rounded tip of the sexy toy into Rita's winking asshole.
She groaned, a low throaty sound, and reached for more of it. I inched it deeper, fingering her overflowing pussy at the same time. Sweat beaded on her upper lip and her face became a mask of concentration as I pushed it deep into her rectum and left it there.
"Suck my clit," she all but demanded, using a tone of voice I'd never heard before. "I need to cum."
There was no room for argument, so I did as she asked. Catching her slippery clit between my lips, I sucked it lightly. Her body jerked and she grunted with pleasure. That grunt turned to a low groan when I pushed two fingers into her hot pussy.
"Yeah, that's what I need," she breathed.
I worked my fingers in and out a bit faster as her juices began to pour. And then I began flicking her sensitive clit with the tip of my tongue. Within seconds, she was humping my hand with abandon and muttering obscenities. By the time her orgasm hit, she was gyrating so wildly that I had to hold onto her ass with one hand.
I was drenched to the knees when she finally released me. Running her fingers through my hair, she pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me. It was obvious she had tasted her own oils before and she liked the taste.
"Look," John said in a husky voice.
Turning toward the TV screen, I saw that the girls had company. A handsome young man was removing his clothes and crawling onto the bed between them.
"That's what John wants to try," Rita whispered. Removing the butt plug, she tossed it aside.
Now, I realized why they needed me here. A minister and his wife wanted to experiment with a threesome. They couldn't trust just anyone to participate. I was the natural choice for the third party and I was flattered.
I moved from between Rita's legs and removed my clothes before taking a seat on the other side of John on the sofa. Pressing my erect nipples against his arm, I nibbled his ear and licked his neck. My fingers swirled through his chest hair and down his flat stomach to his lap, where my hand replaced his on his prong.
Rita watched us for a few moments and then she turned toward her husband from the other side. Licking his nipples, she curled her hand around his rod, too, just above mine. Together we stroked him slowly.
John moaned and relaxed between us, humping our hands.
Rita's fingers moved from her husband's cock to his balls. She fondled them lovingly as she licked her way down his stomach. Seeing where she was headed, I slid off the sofa and knelt between his legs. He spread them wide for us, silently giving us the freedom to do whatever we wanted.
I sat there for a moment, watching Rita's lips and tongue working on her husband's dick. It was obvious she had been practicing a great deal. Her oral skills were honed to perfection. I removed my hand from his dick when her mouth slid down around his shaft, and began stroking his inner thighs.
"Suck it, baby, suck it." This was coming from the TV, but it might as well have been John. He humped Rita's face with abandon, placing a hand on her bobbing head for emphasis.
Lowering my head, I pressed it between his legs.
My tongue sought out and found his bloated balls, which I bathed in warm spit. I sucked first one and then the other into my mouth and listened to his throaty cries of pleasure. Those cries turned to grunts when my tongue found his sweaty asshole and teased it briefly.
"Damn, I don't know how much of this I can stand," he groaned when Rita and I changed places.
I watched her treat his balls with the same loving oral attention she had shown his prick. She even tongued his asshole as I had done. And then his dong was throbbing against my tongue. His sweet pre-cum bubbled up and out as his thick meat slid in and out of the tight circle of my lips.
Suddenly, Rita lifted her head. Her mouth was wet and her eyes were burning with desire. "I gotta fuck," she whispered.
Taking the initiative, John joined her on the floor. He lay on his back and held his cock steady as she mounted him without a moment's hesitation. She sighed as she sank down onto him, closing her eyes and grinding her body against his. A shudder went through her as she lifted herself and then sat down again, harder this time.
"Sit on his face," she instructed. "I want to watch him eat your cunt."
I felt as if I was caught up in some bizarre erotic dream. Not only was the situation strange enough, but hearing Rita talk like that was completely out of character. It was exciting, too, for both me and John.
When I looked down, he was reaching for me. I squatted over his face and allowed him to pull me down onto his outstretched tongue. The mini-cum hit me unexpectedly and I shuddered as he slurped up my flowing oils.
"I'm going to taste you later," Rita promised, drawing my hands to her sweaty breasts.
The thought made me shiver and I was glad John's tongue was busy in my splayed pussy. I palmed her stiff nipples and leaned forward, kissing her lips. Our tongues battled and we both began moving up and down on top of John. Rita rode her husband's cock hard and fast, grinding her clit between them. I simply rocked my hips back and forth, smearing my juices all over his face. Every once in a while, he would pull his tongue from my cunt and lick my clit, making me gasp. Evidently, John had been practicing, too.
For the next few minutes, the wet sounds of down and dirty sex filled the room. Rita's hands covered my breasts and she squeezed them hard while we continued to kiss. Finally, unable to stand it another second, I exploded in orgasm. Moaning into her mouth, I sucked hard on her tongue while my pussy clamped down on John's. And then Rita was cumming. She slammed her body down hard once or twice, grunted and then began convulsing uncontrollably.
I don't know how John managed to keep himself under control, but he was still erect when Rita slid off him. "It's your turn," she said as she curled her fingers around his wet prong and pumped him a few times.
Suddenly, my whole body was on fire again, all but screaming for release. Crawling off his face, I swung myself around until my pussy was poised just over the swollen knob of his dick. Rita was holding him in place with one hand and squeezing her own pussy with the other. Her juices dripped from between her fingers and I found myself longing to eat her again.
John grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me down onto him, grunting as he thrust upward into me at the same time. Now my pussy was stuffed with throbbing meat and I moaned, thoughts of anything else abandoned completely.
"Ride him," Rita urged.
I began moving up and down on his prong. One stroke would take him deep and the next would allow only his knob to remain inside of me. This teased both of us to an even greater state of excitement.
And then Rita climbed onto his face just as I had done earlier. While continuing to ride him slowly, I watched his tongue slide in and out of her pussy. I watched her eyes glaze with lust and her juices pour down his cheeks and chin. That plus another strong whiff of her pussy added to my excitement. Soon, the teasing was over and I was bouncing up and down on top of John taking everything he had and begging for more.
This time, Rita was the one who lost control first. She grunted, bucked a few times and then her entire body stiffened. I worked my hips in a little circle, grinding my clit against John's body, and brought myself off.
As the pulsing excitement took my breath away, John's roar was muffled by his wife's pussy. His dick swelled inside of me and then began to spurt, shooting his hot load deep into my body. He continued to fill me to capacity until I climbed off him and coaxed the last droplets up and out with my fingers. It was Rita's mouth that covered his dick, sucking noisily at the mixture of our fluids covering him. I kept right on pumping him even though he had begun to shrivel and Rita turned her attention to his wet balls. She did not stop until he was completely clean.
"Lie down," she whispered, pushing me gently to the floor. "I want to eat your pussy."
Her dark eyes flashed with desire, bringing my excitement to peak again. As I spread my legs wide for her, it dawned on me once again that I was the logical choice for this new thrill. Who else would the minister's wife call on if she wanted to experiment with lesbian love?
No one would have ever guessed this was Rita's first time. Her tongue was magic, sliding up and down my slimy wet slit, scooping up her husband's thick cream. When that was all gone, she curled her tongue into a point and pushed it into my cunt. Using it like a straw, she sucked the remainder of his offerings out of me.
By this time, I was holding my legs high and wide, moaning with pleasure. I thrust my pussy at her face, eager for her to do anything she wished and she wasn't holding back at all. She drilled her tongue deeper and deeper and then, when I was humping it steadily, she pulled it free and worked it up over my clit. I gasped as the hot, wet oral muscle covered my sensitive bud. Then she slid her tongue down my crack to my asshole, where she probed just deep enough to make me want more.
"The butt plug," I gasped, pointing to the discarded toy on the floor nearby.
"I'll get it," John offered.
Rita lifted her wet face only long enough to smile at me and take the toy from her husband. Wetting the pliable plastic with her mouth, Rita placed the tip against my asshole and pushed it inside of me with agonizing slowness. My groan grew louder when her mouth returned to my clit. And then she began working the ass teaser in and out of my butt hole.
My orgasm built, subsided and built again. And then John covered my breasts with his hands. He tugged playfully at my nipples before bringing his mouth into play. That sent me over the edge. With the minister pushing my breasts together, sucking on both nipples at the same time, his wife rammed her tongue into my pussy again and again. I thought I was never going to return to reality.
When I did so, they turned their attention to each other. Crawling between her legs, John mounted her, slamming his cock to the hilt in one stroke. They began humping together almost immediately, but not before Rita pushed the butt plug into John's ass. They climaxed together within moments.
In the shower, Rita sucked me off again while John ate her out. He was right, she never seemed to get enough.
Knowing I needed to get back to the store, I made my excuses, but promised to return soon. When the door closed behind me, Rita's head was between John's legs again. I smiled and he gave me the thumbs up signal. Nothing like making up for lost time!
When I arrived at the store, it was completely empty. There were no customers in sight and Brian had disappeared. Alarmed, I headed toward the back, where Pam should have been working. She was gone, too!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Brian," I called out quietly. No answer.
"Pam." I was trying to control the panic in my voice.
Still no answer.
There was a movement in the far corner of the storage room behind me. I whirled around and there stood Pam. With her finger to her lips shushing me, she motioned frantically for me to join her.
Relief flooded through me and I moved in her direction. Only as I approached the spot where she was standing did I remember the two-way mirror. The psychiatrist who rented this office space before me had had it installed so he could observe his patients. I had a feeling I was going to see something much more interesting.
"This woman came in to buy some X-rated videos. She and Brian hit it off real well. She really liked him; all but jumped him right there in the store," Pam explained.
"So you put them in my massage therapy room."
"I didn't know what else to do. Besides, we're trying to make sure the customers get everything they want. Well, she wanted Brian and he was willing and.. .her name is Jerry."
"Dear God!" I gasped when I looked into the room.
Jerry was an Amazon, with short hair that hugged her head like a sleek, black cap. She was as tall as Brian, with long, lean muscles in her legs and arms. Her breasts were heavy but firm, and her hips were wide and full. Yet, she appeared to be perfectly comfortable with her large body as she sat there on the table naked, one leg propped up. Her black bush was halved neatly by two swollen red lips. She rubbed them absently with one hand and pulled at her coral-colored nipple with the other.
"Push that button," I instructed. "It's an intercom."
"I wish I'd known that a while ago when she made him undress her." Pam did as I asked and now we could listen in on their conversation.
"Strip for me, pretty boy," she was saying. "Let's see if that body is as pretty as your face."
Standing at the end of the table, Brian pulled his shirt tail out of his slacks and unbuttoned it slowly. She nodded approvingly when she saw the thick matt of blond hair on his chest. When his shirt was removed and tossed aside, she nodded toward his crotch.
"That dick had better be big. My pussy needs a big dick," Jerry warned him.
Brian's nimble fingers unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper, "Silk shorts. I like that, honey," Jerry said.
Pushing his pants down to his ankles, Brian kicked them aside. The shiny fabric was pulled snugly around a thick ridge in the front. Then he did a little bump and grind number, thrusting his full crotch in her direction. He turned this way and that, wiggling his tight little ass and then humping the air with savage movements. The muscles in his thighs rippled seductively and every movement was fluid and graceful. Just watching him like that had me wet and ready.
"Oh, my," Pam breathed.
"Enough of that," Jerry barked. "Let's get down to the nitty gritty."
But when his shorts slid off his lean ass and down his thighs, she was speechless. Her mouth dropped open as she gazed at the fleshy sword jutting out of his crotch. Peeling his shorts off, he flung them toward her. The silk fabric brushed her full chest, slid down her stomach and landed on the floor in a red puddle. Again, he did a little bump and grind number, thrusting his erect cock in her direction. Finally, his movements slowed and stopped altogether. Then he caught his cock in one hand and pumped it slowly as he moved toward her.
"You're going to lick my pussy first," she told him. Her voice wasn't quite as strong, but it was obvious she was still in control of the situation.
"Yes, ma'am," Brian answered quietly.
"And you're going to make me cum," she ordered.
"It's all I want to do," he told her in that same quiet voice.
Jerry lay down on her back on the table as Brian approached. He stood on the side opposite us, which allowed us to see everything. Kissing her mouth, he covered her breast with one hand, palming the thumb-sized nipple and then tugging at it gently. She moaned when he kissed his way down her neck to the stiff nipple. That moan grew even louder as he circled it with the tip of his wet tongue. "Suck it," she grunted.
Brian obeyed immediately, sucking the bud into his mouth.
"Finger my pussy," she ordered.
Brian's big hand slid down her stomach to the black patch of hair between her legs. He slid two fingers up and down her slit until it opened wider and then he pushed them inside of her pussy.
"Jesus!" Pam gasped, her mouth close to my ear.
I swallowed hard and squeezed my mound with both hands. The big woman's pussy literally sucked Brian's fingers inside and her juices poured out around them. I caught a whiff of Pam's woman scent and realized she had one hand in her panties.
Brian was following orders again, licking his way down Jerry's stomach to her snatch. He tongued her navel and then rubbed his nose around in her bush.
"Skip the preliminaries," she moaned, humping the fingers that were swimming around in her hole. "Just eat me."
Brian didn't bother to reply this time. He simply moved between her legs, spread her cunt lips wide with his fingers and rammed his tongue into her bubbling hole.
"That's right, pretty boy," Jerry muttered, stroking the top of his bobbing head. "Get mama ready for that cock."
"Can you believe this?" Pam whispered to me. I could hear her juices squishing out around her fingers.
"Unbelievable," I breathed, and then I turned toward my best friend. Despite the recent fuck session
I'd shared with John and Rita, my pussy was ready to go again. "I'll do you if you'll do me."
"Only if we can keep on watching," she said.
"Deal. I'll get the dildos."
Luckily, our private stock of toys was kept in the desk there in the storage room. I opened the bottom drawer quietly and grabbed a dildo in each hand. Then I hurried back to Pam who had removed her shorts and panties. With her blouse unbuttoned, I could see her erect nipples The hair at the base of her belly was a damp, tangled mass of curls. She looked absolutely gorgeous.
"Hurry," Pam hissed. "I think she's ready to cum." Pam was right.
"Finger my asshole," Jerry grunted, sliding one hand down to hold her cheeks wide.
Brian's tongue flicked in and out of her hole rapidly and he pushed the tips of two wet fingers into her even wetter asshole.
"Shove 'em deep," she told him. "Don't tease me."
Brian did as he was told, shoving his fingers in past the second knuckle.
"I'll rub my own clit," she told him. "Nobody rubs my clit but me." As her fingers began working her huge clit, her throaty groan filled the room. She ground her body against his face that much harder.
By this time, I was naked from the waist down with my T-shirt pulled up under my chin. Pam's hot mouth covered one of my nipples as she worked the end of the dildo against the mouth of my pussy. It felt so good, all I could do was squat lower, asking silently for more.
When the dildo was sliding in and out of me easily, I performed the same ritual for her. She gasped and humped the sex toy, her eyes glazing with lust as she clung to me for support.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jerry chanted over and over. That jerked our attention back to our private little sex show.
With her big body thrashing about on the table, she clamped her thighs around Brian's blond head. And then with two fingers in her ass and her pussy full of tongue, she climaxed. Her whole body vibrated out of control and it was all Brian could do to keep up with her.
Un-like Jerry, Pam and I loved for someone else to rub our clits. Right at that moment, she was pinching mine to match the rhythm of the plunging dildo. I was doing the same for her and both of us were inching closer to orgasm by the second.
"Now, you will fuck me, pretty boy," Jerry told Brian as soon as she caught her breath. Her heaving chest was covered with sweat and she was still rubbing her clit slowly. "And you will cum when and where I tell you to cum," she finished.
"Whatever you say," he breathed. His big cock was leaking pre-cum and already looked as if it was going to explode any minute. And it was pretty obvious that Brian liked being treated this way by the big Amazon.
Even though Pam and I had been teetering on the brink of orgasm, we allowed each other to cool down while watching Brian and Jerry. He stepped between her legs again and she caught his prick in both hands, guiding him to her hole. Moaning, she rubbed his big knob up and down her wet slit and then tucked it just inside of her hole.
"Ram it in," she ordered.
With a low grunt, Brian grabbed her big ass with both hands and drove the full length of his cock into her. Her pussy swallowed him whole.
"Come on, pretty boy," Jerry taunted. "You can do better than that. I said fuck me!"
With a look of determination on his face, Brian literally threw his body against hers with enough force to make both of them grunt. He withdrew until just the head of his cock remained inside and then he drove himself to the hilt again. As this powerful fucking continued, she met him stroke for stroke. Her hands covered his ass, actually asking him for more.
"Jesus!" Pam hissed and shook her head.
"Yes," I said softly.
From the glazed look on Brian's face, he was really getting into this rough-and-tumble fucking.
Pam had started moving the dildo in and out of my pussy again and rubbing my clit. I humped the toy slowly and turned my attention to her as well. Within minutes, we had brought each other to fever pitch again and I would have sworn there was no turning back for me.
Until I heard Jerry's animal-like roar and realized she was climaxing.
If Brian had trouble keeping up with her before, that was nothing compared to now. All he could do was hang on to her big body for the ride. It seemed as if her orgasm was going to go on forever.
Finally, she caught her breath and released him slowly.
Pam and I stood there with a dildo stuffed into our cunts and wondered what was coming next.
Brian stood before her, his steely rod dripping with her juices, waiting for further instructions.
"Take me doggy style," Jerry muttered.
Maneuvering herself around gracefully, she slid off the end of the table and thrust her ass high into the air. This was a woman who was used to giving orders and getting complete cooperation. And this time was no exception. Brian stepped up behind her, held her wet swollen lips apart with one hand and guided his cock into place with the other. He flexed his hips and sank the full length of his shaft into her drooling hole.
"Fuck me," she grunted, pushing back against him.
Of course, we could see everything from this position. I shuddered as I watched his wet prick disappear into her and then reappear again even wetter than before. Sensing my excitement, Pam began fucking me with the dildo again while she sucked one of my nipples into her mouth. I held her head against my chest, humped the dildo and watched Brian fucking the big Amazon.
Jerry reached down between her legs and began rubbing her clit and I knew she was getting ready to blast off again. I pushed the dildo deeper into Pam's pussy and withdrew it slowly. She released my nipple and moaned, squatting lower onto the toy.
"Damn, I'm so hot," she whimpered. "But I don't want to cum until Brian does."
I was having the same feelings and my cunt muscles squeezed the dildo hard.
Jerry was cumming again. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered around Brian's plunging dick and her squeals of pleasure filled the small room.
Brian held onto her ass with both hands while he drove himself ball-deep and held it there. His face was a mask of concentration as he fought for control and his whole body was covered with sweat. I wondered how in the world he kept from cumming.
Jerry took a while longer to catch her breath this time and then she glanced over her shoulder at Brian. "Now, you're going to ram that big prick up my asshole."
Pam gasped and shuddered through a mini-cum. I fucked her slowly with the dildo and watched Brian pull his cock from her clutching cunt. A lewd wet sound came through the intercom speakers and, again, I watched as he stroked his dripping-wet prick. It looked even bigger than before and the knob on the end was a deep purple color.
"That makes me want it in my ass, too," Pam whispered. "Please do me."
I nodded as my friend turned around and bent over. Placing both hands on the floor in front of her, she spread her legs wide. The dildo that she had been fucking me with was still in place and I squeezed my legs together to hold it there. In the semi-darkness of the storage room, I found her puckered asshole with my thumb and added her natural oils to it for lubrication.
"Is he doing it?" she breathed.
Glancing at Brian, I saw that the head of his dick was already buried in Jerry's rectum. Her grunts of pleasure reached my ears and I saw her reach around to hold her big ass cheeks even further apart.
"Yeah," I answered as I worked the dildo against Pam's anal opening.
Pam moaned and pushed back against the sex toy, all but forcing the end inside of her tight channel.
"Come on, fucker," Jerry was grumbling. "Let me know you're in there. Bang my asshole!"
Brian was fucking her asshole steadily now, stretching it wide. He withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside and then he shoved it ball-deep again. With every thrust, his balls slapped the back of her thighs and her ass quivered like a bowl of gelatin.
"Please, give it to me," Pam pleaded.
At the sound of her voice, my juices poured out around the dildo and I rubbed my clit with my free hand. I pushed the dildo deeper into her asshole, pulled it free and then inched it into her again. Soon, I was fucking Pam just as Brian was fucking Jerry and she seemed to be enjoying it just as much.
"Yeah, that's what I wanted," Jerry moaned, grinding her ass against Brian. "That's exactly what I wanted."
Between her legs, I saw that she had two fingers pushed into her pussy and was rocking her clit with her palm. It wasn't going to be long now. I hoped Brian would get some relief soon.
In front of me, Pam was gasping as her orgasm overtook her. I could see her tight little asshole clamping down on the dildo and I could hear her fingers churning her juices to a froth. I rubbed my clit faster, my orgasm building quickly and I knew there was no turning back this time.
Jerry howled and when I looked through the window into the small room where she and Brian were, I saw her asshole doing the same thing. Only her asshole was sucking hard on a real cock as if it wanted to drain it dry.
Pam recovered quickly, her harsh breathing filling the room as she slumped to the floor.
"Pull your dick out," Jerry snapped.
Brian did as he was told, giving himself a hard squeeze as he did so.
"Jack off and cum on my ass," she told him.
Brian wasted no time following these orders. His hand began to move, slowly at first, but it picked up speed very quickly. Soon, he was fucking his fist, his grunts of pleasure reaching our ears. Spreading his legs, he caught his swinging balls in one hand and cupped them gently.
The first tremors of orgasm washed over me just as Brian roared and began to squirt. I continued to buck and shudder, unable to breathe as I watched him spray his thick, white cream all over her ass. He directed the streams of cum right onto her splayed asshole and then across each cheek, his body bucking out of control.
When it was over, he slumped into a nearby chair, totally drained. I was as exhausted as he looked and leaned against the wall while Pam pulled the dildo from my pussy. Squatting on the floor, she kissed my lower lips tenderly and stroked my inner thighs as I came back to earth.
Moaning, Jerry smeared his love lotion into her skin with both hands, pressing her big nipples into the table at the same time. "That was a real good fuck, pretty boy." she told him. "We're going to have to do this again sometime."
Brian simply nodded. His limp cock was curled up on his thigh, tired after the workout. I had a feeling he wouldn't be thinking about sex again for a while. Then again, neither would Jerry.
Pam and I stayed right where we were until Jerry cleaned up and left. We were dressed when Brian found us and we told him how we had watched the whole thing.
"You deserve a bonus just for that," I told him.
"Anything to keep the customers satisfied," he said with a laugh.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Can we talk?" Pam asked, perching on the corner of my desk.
This was several days after the episode with Jerry and Brian and the two-way mirror. Pam had been kind of quiet all day. I thought she probably had something on her mind, but I waited for her to get it started.
"Sure," I said. "Brian should be back from lunch in just a few minutes. We'll go upstairs and have our lunch."
"Good."
"Can you give me a hint what this is about?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"A potential customer. Actually, it's the husband of the lady I'm doing the interior decorating for. I'll need your help." Pam explained.
"You mean a customer for Mona Joy's?" I asked.
Pam nodded.
Just then, the little bell tinkled over the door and Pam went out into the shop. She was back in seconds, eyes sparkling and a little breathless. "Brian's back."
While I made sandwiches and poured iced tea, Pam finished telling me about our potential customer. It all boiled down to the fact that the husband was interested in phone sex.
"Why doesn't he just call one of the 900 numbers?" I asked.
"He doesn't want his wife to know, for one thing," she answered. "And he thinks it would be more exciting if he actually knew who he was talking to."
"Or listening to," I added.
"Right. He wanted to know if I would be interested in doing it," Pam told me.
"Are we talking about masturbation or something else?"
"He'd like to listen to two girls together. That's why I need your help."
I could not keep the grin off my face. Before the idea for Mona Joy came to mind, I had considered getting involved in phone sex. Here was my chance to see if it was as much fun as it sounded like it might be.
"I've never done anything like this before," I finally said. "But I'm willing to give it a try."
Pam laughed and clapped her hands. "Can we do it from your speaker phone here in the apartment?"
"Sure."
"Good, I'll make the arrangements for everything else. All we really have to do is enjoy each other," she explained.
"And we do that very, very well, don't we?" I said with a wink. Memories of her wearing the strap-on dildo flashed through my brain and I shivered with desire.
Pam was all business, though, discussing how much we should charge.
Two days later, Pam came into the shop and told me she had arranged for us to call Dan at his home that evening. His wife was working late and he would be alone. That gave me all afternoon to fantasize about having sex with Pam while a strange man listened on the telephone.
Brian showed an interest in hanging around after the store closed. He had fucked Pam and he had fucked me, but he had been trying to get both Pam and I in the bed together for weeks.
"We have a very important phone call to make," I explained to the handsome young man. "But soon, I promise, very soon."
He looked disappointed, but he left.
Pam was already heading up to my apartment when I locked the door behind him. By the time I stepped into my living room, she was on the sofa making the call. I sat down beside her and pressed SPEAKER so I could hear everything that was said. She caught my hand in hers and flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the palm. I shivered and slipped my hand down inside her bra. Her nipple grew stiff against my fingers.
The telephone rang twice before he picked it up. "Hello."
"Dan, do you know who this is?" she asked in a low, sultry voice.
"I think so," he stammered.
"Good," she said, and then gave me a questioning glance.
I shrugged.
"My girlfriend is here with me," she continued. "Do you want to say hello?"
"Hi, Dan," I breathed without waiting for his response. "My name is Mona, Mona Joy. I don't know about you, but I think Pam is just gorgeous."
"She's.. .she's very pretty," he said. I pictured him swallowing hard and sinking into the closest chair.
"You should see her naked," I continued, going with my instincts. "I've just unbuttoned her blouse. Her tits are just about ready to spill out of the lacy cups of her bra," I told him.
There was silence on the line.
"Dan, are you still there?" Pam asked, her voice shaking.
"Y.. .yes," he answered.
"Mona is licking the skin right between my breasts," she told him truthfully. "I've unhooked my bra and now she's.. .she's working her hot tongue around my nipples."
"Ummmm, they're getting bigger and bigger," I moaned, pressing my face between Pam's tits and inhaling her scent. And then I moved my head from one peak to the other, sucking hungrily.
"God, her mouth is so good," Pam moaned.
"What about you, Dan?" I asked. "Are you getting bigger and bigger, too?"
"Uh-huh," he muttered.
"Are you going to jack off for us?" I asked, sliding one of my hands between Pam's legs. The crotch of her panties was wet and I pushed it up between her swollen lips with two fingertips.
She groaned audibly.
"Probably," Dan answered.
"Good, we just love it when we have a party like this and everybody cums," I told him. "I'm rubbing Pam's pussy through her panties right now, and do you know what?"
"What?"
"They're wet. Do you think they're wet because of you?"
"I.. .I don't know."
"Maybe she's wet because she knows I'm going to lick her sweet pussy until she cums and you're going to be right here listening to us," I suggested.
Silence.
While I continued to talk, Pam and I removed the rest of her clothing. She lay back against the cushions on the sofa and spread her legs wide for me.
"I'm going to undress Mona now," Pam said.
Even as she spoke, she pulled my sweater over my head and I knelt between her legs, caressing my breasts with both hands. Pam's hands covered mine and I moaned with a little more emphasis than normal for Dan's enjoyment.
"Mona has pretty tits, too," Pam breathed. "I'm going to suck them now."
Again, she did exactly what she told Dan she would do. I dangled my nipples over her face, giving her first one and then the other to suck. She slid her hands down my body, pushing my slacks and panties down as she did so. Then she caught my ass in both hands and pulled my mound against hers. Our lips came together in a tongue-battling kiss and we moaned into each other's mouth.
"Now, we're both naked, Dan," Pam told him as I ground my pelvis against hers.
"And my pussy is just as wet as Pam's," I assured him.
Pam pressed two fingers between my legs. "She's right, Dan. God, I'll bet you'd love to have her tight pussy wrapped around your dick right now. It's so wet and so hot."
I moaned and squatted lower, grinding my pussy against her hand.
She paused, pulled her fingers free and licked them clean. "And she tastes so good."
"Rub my juices on my tits," I begged, momentarily forgetting that Dan was listening or that anyone else was in the world for that matter. All that was important was the pleasure Pam and I were bringing each other.
Pam dipped her fingers into my juiced-up hole again and smeared the thick, clear oils onto my nipples.
"You should see this," Pam said. "She's kneeling here between my legs, fingering herself because she's so hot."
I groaned and rubbed my clit furiously. "Play with your pussy, too," I said in a voice husky with need. "Let's bring ourselves off so Dan can hear us cum."
"Would you like that, Dan?" Pam asked.
"Yeah," he breathed.
Pam spread her legs even wider and pushed just her fingertips into her slit. When they were making a circle inside her lips, she began pinching her clit with the fingers of her other hand.
I moaned and shuddered through a mini-cum at the sight of her sweaty body squirming around on the end of her fingers. At the same time, I was strumming my own clit. My hips began moving of their own accord, forcing my fingers deeper.
Thick wet sounds filled the room and mingled with our grunts of pleasure as Pam and I watched each other masturbate. This wasn't anything new. We'd done it a hundred times, but never with someone listening on the telephone.
The sofa squeaked steadily as Pam humped her hand. "I'm just about there, Dan," she told him.
"Me, too," I grunted, keeping an eye on Pam's pussy stretched around her plunging fingers. It was beginning to pulse and her juices bubbled up and out, sliding down her crack to her anus. I knew I should be telling Dan all about this, but all that came out was little whimpers of pleasure.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Pam moaned, and rammed her fingers deep and her entire body grew stiff.
That triggered my orgasm and I shuddered from head to toe as waves of pleasure cascaded over me, taking me to la la land and back again.
"Are you there, Dan?" I heard Pam asking breathlessly as I struggled to return to reality.
"Yes," he hissed.
"Did you cum with us?"
"No."
Pam seemed happy to hear that. "Do you know what Mona and I do after we cum like this."
"No."
"We lick each other clean," she said. Holding her swollen lips wide with both hands, she thrust her pussy toward my face. "Do you like to lick pussy, Dan?"
"Oh, yeah," he answered.
I had a feeling Dan found this talk more thrilling than listening to us cum. Well, if it turned him on to know I was licking Pam's pussy, who was I to deny him this pleasure.
"Oh, Dan, she's licking my juices off my thighs," Pam whimpered as I did just that.
The closer my mouth came to her pussy, the more she talked.
"I can feel her breath on my wet hairs," she told him. "I've got my legs wide apart, pushing my pussy at her face, but she's still teasing me."
Pam was telling him the truth. I swirled my tongue around in her hairy bush, barely brushing the tip of her erect clit with it from time to time. At the same time, my fingertips traced up and down her slit.
"It's not just her tongue," Pam groaned. "It's her fingers, too."
The only indication that Dan was still with us was the heavy breathing we could hear through the speaker.
I glanced up at Pam's face. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell with her own ragged breathing. She didn't care whether Dan was listening or not. As I tasted her sweet juices for the first time that evening, I really didn't care either.
"She has her tongue inside of me," Pam said as if suddenly remembering Dan was there. "God, it feels so good."
I spent the next few minutes licking the entire length of Pam's slit. My tongue dipped into her asshole and then slithered up to her cunt, where it dived in there a few times. Then I worked it on up to her clit. I sucked it noisily and, from the sound of Dan's groans, I knew he heard it.
"She makes me want to cum so bad," Pam whimpered, grinding her pussy all over my face. "I almost wish I had a big dick like yours here, Dan, so you could fuck me."
"Would you like to be here, Dan?" I asked, pushing a finger into Pam's pussy. Her strong muscles pulled at it hungrily and she humped it gently, her breasts jiggling with the seductive motion.
"Yeah," he breathed.
"You could fuck Pam while I licked her clit," I said, adding a second finger to her pussy. She gasped aloud when I wiggled them inside of her. "Or maybe we could both lick her pussy at the same time. Your tongue in her hole, mine on her clit.. . " I let the suggestion dangle.
"Yeah," Dan grunted.
"Are you rubbing your dick?" Pam moaned. Dan just moaned.
I grinned up at Pam and she smeared her juices around on my lips. Then she licked her finger and moaned again at the taste of herself. Pulling my fingers free, I lowered my mouth to her twat again. My tongue went directly to her hole this time and wet sounds filled the room as I flicked it in and out.
"So, good," Pam moaned, her hips beginning to rock steadily. "She eats my pussy so good."
Pam's juices were really flowing now and I slurped them up while rubbing her clit with my fingers. Her body moved faster and, as her orgasm approached, her pussy squeezed my plunging tongue.
"I think I'm going to cum," Pam grunted. "God, I wish I had a cock, Dan. A big fat cock." Each word was punctuated by an upward thrust that nearly threw me off the sofa.
Grabbing her ass with both hands, I kept right on tonguing her hole. Now, I could hear Dan's response over the telephone speaker. He was grunting steadily and there was no doubt that he was ready to cum right along with Pam.
"Cum with me, Dan," Pam said between clenched teeth.
I removed my tongue from her pussy and put my fingers to work again. Pam's eyes were closed and she humped my hand with abandon as her peak of excitement grew closer and closer.
"She's so pretty when she cums, Dan," I told him. "You should see her with her legs spread wide like this. Her little clit is just begging for attention."
"Oh, God!" Pam grunted, holding onto my wrist with both hands.
"I'm sticking a finger in her hot little asshole right now," I told him. My voice had taken on a noticeable tremor, too, and a fresh flood of juices soaked through my panties.
"Oh!" she gasped when I did exactly what I said I was going to do.
"She-likes it better when my tongue is in there," I told him. So saying, I lowered my face between her cheeks and jabbed at her asshole with the tip of my tongue. The tiny opening opened up like a flower and I pushed my tongue deeper.
Pam's animal-like sounds of pleasure matched the way she was thrashing about on the sofa. Holding her legs high and wide, she humped my face with abandon.
Dan's throaty groan rattled the speaker.
I shuddered, realizing he had just emptied his balls all over the place. Pam was too busy bucking through her own orgasm to pay any attention to Dan and by the time she caught her breath, the drone of the dial tone filled the room. Dan had hung up.
"Pretty kinky, huh?" Pam whispered when I kissed my way up her body to her mouth.
"Very kinky," I agreed. "Let's give him time to recover and then call him back. Run downstairs and get one of the biggest dildos you can find," she suggested.
"I'll bring the butt plug, too," I said with a grin as I hurried down the stairs naked. "And in the meantime?"
"In the meantime, you can take care of this," I said, guiding her hand down to my overflowing cunt.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As it turned out, Dan called us back.
I answered the phone a little breathlessly because Pam had just pulled her tongue out of my cunt. I had been teetering on the brink of orgasm for ten minutes or more. "Hello."
"Mona?"
When I realized it was Dan, I turned on the speaker so Pam could hear, too. "Yes."
"I just called back to tell you that I'm.. .I'm hard again," he said.
"Ummmm, I just love a man who can recover quickly," I said, cupping one of Pam's damp breasts in my hand. Indeed, it had only been about half an hour since he had hung up the phone.
"Are you really, really hard or do you need to know what Pam and I are doing to get you that way?" I asked.
"Well, I'm more than halfway there, but," he said, then paused and swallowed hard, "but I'd like to know what you're doing."
"The first thing we did was move the speaker phone into the bedroom," Pam told him. "We're lying here in the middle of Mona's big bed. We're still naked and we still have the smell of pussy all over us.
It was true. Pam and I had been eating each other in one position or another since I had returned with the dildo and the butt plug. Her oils were drying on my cheeks, chin and lips and when we kissed, I could smell and taste my own pussy on her. We hadn't brought each other off, however, we were just getting ready for phase two of the phone sex with Dan.
"We've been eating each other," Pam explained to him. "But that's not what we're going to do now."
"What.. .what are you going to do this time?" he asked, sounding excited.
"As you know, Dan, we own a sex shop. We have access to lots of toys," I said.
"like dildos and vibrators?" he asked.
"Exactly. In fact, we have one of the biggest dildos we could get right here in the bed between us," I told him. "Pam wants me to fuck her with it."
"How big is it?"
Both of us were shocked into silence at the sound of a woman's voice coming into the room. We stared at each other, almost afraid to breathe. Dan's wife had evidently come in and caught him. Now, what were we going to do?
"My wife is here with me," Dan said. "Her name is Patty and she wants to listen, too."
"Are you going to suck him off?" Pam asked, overcoming her surprise much quicker than I.
"If you two are as good as he says you are, I'll probably have to climb on his lap and ride his cock to oblivion," she said with a little laugh. Her voice was husky. "We're both naked. He's been teasing my pussy with his tongue and I've been licking him just to coax him into calling you back. Now, tell me about this dildo."
"It's flesh-colored and about a foot long," I began as I picked the rubber dick up and ran my fingers over the bumpy surface of the shaft. "It has lots of ripples and bumps up and down the shaft and the head looks like the size of a small apple."
"My fingers won't reach around it," Pam put in. At that moment she was trying to stretch her fingers around the dildo. "And it's very flexible."
"It has a removable suction cup on one end," I added. "So you can secure it to a smooth surface."
"Mona is going to fuck me first," Pam said quickly. Rolling onto her back, she spread her legs wide and humped the air.
"She's such a horny little bitch," I told the couple on the phone. "You should see her lying here rubbing her wet pussy. She can't wait to have it stuffed full of this big dick."
Dan groaned and I thought I heard kissing sounds coming through the speaker.
Lying on my side next to Pam, I caressed her erect nipples while running the round knob of the dildo up and down her wet slit. The mouth of her pussy sucked on it noisily and she groaned as I used the tip to smear her juices up to her clit. It had begun to throb the moment she told Dan's wife about the dildo.
"She's really wet," I said, half to myself, half to our listening audience. "And her pussy is hungry for this monster, but I don't know if it's going to fit."
"Get it wet with your mouth first," Patty breathed.
"Or some KY."
Pam handed me the KY and I lubricated the fake dick. As I did so, I wondered who was seducing who over the phone. Maybe Patty should have her own 900 number. It was something to think about.
"It's really slick now," Pam said when I'd smeared KY all over the dildo.
"If you get on top of it, you'll be able to take it deeper," Patty explained.
There was a sharp intake of breath and I wondered if she was sitting on top of her husband at the time. Pam just shook her head, indicating that she simply wanted me to fuck her from this position. I returned the big knob to her hole and pressed it against the wet opening again.
"Is it in?" This was Dan and his voice had taken on a strained quality.
"Not yet," Pam admitted. She was holding her lips wide with both hands and grinding her body against the end of the dildo. It was so slippery, I could hardly hold onto it. Still, it refused to go in.
"Relax," Patty said. Her voice shook a little.
"Lick her clit, Mona," Dan put in.
Leaning forward, I placed my lips around Pam's clit and sucked on it tenderly. She gasped and shuddered through a mini-cum. That gasp turned into a groan and I realized the huge knob of the dildo had slipped inside of her.
"It's in," I told the couple on the phone.
There were more kissing sounds.
"Keep on licking her clit," Dan instructed.
"Oh!" Patty whimpered.
I trembled at the thought of her straddling her husband's lap. "Are you fucking now?"
"Yes," Dan answered. "She's sitting on my lap. Her pussy is so hot it feels like my dick is going to melt."
"Is it tight?" I asked.
"God, yes," he hissed.
As I watched Pam's pussy slowly devour the dildo, I pictured him sitting in a chair with his wife straddling his lap. With her back to me, he would hold her cheeks wide. That would allow me to see everything, from his wet, bloated balls to her juicy pussy sliding up and down his rod.
Pam's juices poured as we talked back and forth. I kept right on licking her clit. I worked the dildo in and out slowly, thrusting it a bit deeper each time. As Pam's excitement grew, she humped upward and soon, her tiny pussy was stretched around more than half the length of the dildo.
"It feels so good," Pam moaned, holding her legs high and wide, crushing her nipples with her thighs.
I described her position to Dan and then told him how her pussy looked stuffed with the fake dick.
Patty's ragged breathing came through the speaker. "Play with my asshole," she told her husband. Obviously, she had all but forgotten about us.
"Sometimes, I wish I had two clicks," Dan confessed. Each word seemed to be punctuated by a powerful upward thrust. "I could fuck her pussy and her ass at the same time."
That reminded me of the butt plug. "Do you know what a butt plug is?" I asked as I reached for the slender, plastic toy lying on the night stand.
"No," Patty grunted. "Tell us."
I swirled my tongue around the plastic shaft and watched Pam's face. It was contorted in ecstasy and she nodded when she realized what I was going to do. As I pushed the smooth, rounded tip against her wet, puckered hole, I described the toy to them.
"I'm sticking it in her asshole right now," I said.
"Oh, Jesus!" Pam hissed when I began pushing it inside. "It makes me want even more."
"Dan, give me two fingers," Patty moaned after a few minutes.
I shuddered and pictured this faceless man with his dick buried in his wife's pussy and two fingers pushed into her ass.
With my fingers wrapped around the slick dildo, I fucked Pam's pussy slowly. I worked the butt plug in and out at about the same speed, alternating the movements of the two toys. Her body thrashed about on the rumpled sheets as her groans of pleasure grew louder and louder.
"She's going to cum," Patty gasped.
"Are you going to cum?" This was Dan talking to his wife. "Cum all over my dick."
He had no way of knowing that his words were pushing three women toward some much needed release. Patty wailed and I pictured her bouncing up and down on his lap faster and faster. Pam was just about ready to explode and all I could do was squeeze my legs together around my own aching clit.
"Let me feel that pussy cumming!" Dan continued.
Pam shrieked and her whole body bucked out of control as she exploded in climax.
"Suck me with your pussy," Dan grunted.
Patty's cries of release came through the speaker and seemed to go on forever.
"She's cumming," Dan told us. "God, I can feel her pussy squeezing me, sucking me. It's like she's milking me with her cunt."
I gasped when Pam's fingers found my clit and flew off into orbit immediately.
"Her juices are pouring. Running down my cock and balls.. . "
For the next few minutes, I was too wound up in my own intense pleasure to pay much attention to what he said. When I returned to reality, though, he was describing their new position to us.
"She wanted this in her ass anyway," Dan said. "Tell them, baby."
"He's right. I'm such an anal freak," Patty confessed. "I'm on my hands and knees with my butt sticking up in the air. All I want is to feel his dick stuffed in my asshole."
Slowly, slowly, I turned toward Pam. We kissed and then I moved to my hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
"That's what Mona wants, too," Pam whispered, sliding her hand down my sweaty back to squeeze my ass. "She's almost begging for it."
I moaned, realized the sound was muffled by the pillows and moaned louder, strangely excited that Dan and Patty were listening to us.
"Dan is licking my asshole," Patty moaned. "God, it feels so good. He sticks his tongue in my cunt and then wiggles the tip up to my butthole. Then he pushes it inside of me." Her babbling went on and on, becoming less descriptive as her passion increased. Soon, she was just grunting obscenities.
I wanted to tell them that Pam was doing the same for me but speech was impossible. I couldn't remember ever being that turned on, that ready for anal sex in my life. Spreading my cheeks wide with both hands, I pushed my ass back against Pam's face. That magic tongue continued its work, thrilling me every time it slithered deep into my rectum.
"He's using his dick now," Patty moaned loudly. "I can feel the rubbery tip of the knob stretching my little hole."
"You love it, don't you, baby?" he muttered.
"Oh, yes," she hissed. "I want every inch of it buried in my asshole."
After removing her tongue, Pam had brought the butt plug into play. She wiggled the tip around inside my hole until I was rocking backwards, reaching for more. Then she began inching it inside of me, rimming my asshole from time to time.
There was no way I was going to get that gigantic dildo in my asshole and Pam knew it. She waited until just the right moment and pushed about half of its length into my splayed pussy. I groaned.
At almost the same instant, Patty's throaty grunt reached my ears. I knew her husband's dick was sliding into her asshole. I closed my eyes, trying to picture this couple I'd never met joined in this fashion. His thick cock would stretch her puckered hole wide and maybe he was reaching underneath, playing with her wet pussy. They would remain motionless while she adjusted to this welcome intruder. And then, when the sensation turned to that incredible, decadent pleasure, she would moan and her body would ask him for more.
"It's in, Jesus, it's in," Patty howled. "Damn, it feels so very huge."
"You love it," Dan breathed. "You love having an ass full of cock."
"Yes," she replied and I knew the pleasure was already overcoming everything else. "I want it all."
Pam handled both sex toys with ease. She seemed to know just how much dildo I needed in my pussy and also just when to push the butt plug deeper into my ass. My own grunts of pleasure filled the room as I shuddered through one cum after another, each one more intense than the one before.
"Mona is just about ready to really cum," I heard her saying as if from a distance. "Her ass just loves getting fucked." Even as she spoke, she somehow managed to rub my clit with her long finger from time to time.
The final orgasm came upon me with such speed and intensity that I thought I would pass out. My whole body gyrated, bucked and thrashed and the savage sounds coming from my lips sounded unfamiliar.
Of course, they were mingling with those sexy sounds coming from the telephone speaker. Patty was shouting out her pleasure and Dan's throaty roar let us know that he was pumping his load deep into her asshole.
When it was over, Pam removed the sex toys and I collapsed, gasping for breath. Patty's groans turned to satisfied whimpers and they were quiet for a while. I felt as if, somehow, we'd all been fucking each other with the same dick.
"Thank you so much for this." Patty's voice sounded groggy, sleepy.
"I'll send you a check," Dan promised.
"That will be fine," Pam assured him.
I was too weak to say a word.
When they hung up the phone, I felt strangely alone with Pam.
"That was unreal," she said as she curled up next to me.
I simply nodded.
"Do you think we should bring them in on the action? They're very good on the phone."
I thought about it for a minute. "I'll have to look in on the cost of a 900 number and some other equipment."
"It would be worth it," she said. "Hell, I'd probably call them myself."
I laughed even though I wasn't sure she was joking and hugged my friend close. We woke up in each other's arms the next morning.
That day, I received a call from Larry, the lonely businessman. He expressed an interest in voyeurism and wondered if I might be able to arrange something. I assured him that I probably could, knowing full well that my exhibitionist side would give anything to put on a show for him.
"Something for this afternoon?" he wanted to know. "I'm really.. .I really need something."
My mind was in a whirl. Pam was working on her new project so that was out. And Brian had to watch the shop. Then it dawned on me that whoever I was with wouldn't matter. I checked my calendar. Katrina was coming in for a massage at two.
"Are you interested in watching two women together?" I asked. "Yes."
"Can you be here at 1:45."
"Yes."
"Good. I'll see you then."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Larry arrived right on time, looking better than he had the first time I saw him. He wore a white T-shirt, which contrasted vividly with his tanned skin. His muscular arms and shoulders rippled under the cotton fabric of the shirt and his jeans hugged his ass like a second skin. Knowing he was watching me would be fun, but I would much rather spend the afternoon in bed with him.
Maybe someday he would get over being gun shy and I could lure this handsome hunk into my bed. Until then, I would have to make sure he enjoyed himself alone.. .with some outside help.
I positioned Larry in front of the two-way mirror and explained that I had a woman coming in for a massage in about fifteen minutes. Then I pressed the button that turned the intercom on. "You won't be disturbed here," I told him. "Do whatever you like."
Silently, I pointed out the box of tissues on the table beside his chair. Alongside the tissues was some warmed oil and what the catalog called "The Pocket Pussy."
"Have you ever seen one of these?" I asked when I showed him the strange-looking device. He admitted that he had not.
"Its use is pretty straightforward," I said, showing him the opening that looked for all the world like the swollen lips of a cunt.
He was still examining it when I left him alone.
Katrina arrived promptly at two, entering by the back door, as she always did. I had the room prepared exactly as she liked, except that it was lit by dim lights instead of flickering candles so that Larry could see everything.
Proud of her body, she removed her clothes while I watched quietly. Then she swayed toward the table and lay down on her stomach. I think both of us really knew what was going to happen, we were just waiting for nature to take its course.
"How's the business going?" she asked when I went to work on her shoulders and upper back.
"Very well. I've had to hire someone to help out, because Pam and I can't keep up with it all," I told her.
"I'll bet you've tried out all the toys," she said quietly.
"As a matter-of-fact, I've experimented with a few." My hands trembled as the warmth of her flesh traveled up my arms to my tingling nipples.
"Dildos?" Hearing this sophisticated, well-bred woman say the word made me shiver.
"Yes."
"They don't need batteries, do they?" she persisted. "No."
"I'd like to buy one. What do you recommend."
"That depends on how you're going to use it," I explained. "If you have a female partner, you might want a double-headed dildo or a strap-on. If you don't, I have one with a suction cup.. . "
Katrina turned over easily, caught my hands and placed them on her breasts. "Tell me about a strap-on dildo."
I swallowed hard and kneaded the firm globes. Her nipples burned hot holes in my palms, exciting me even further. "It's just like a dildo, only it has straps that you buckle into place. You wear it. It looks like you have a dick," I finished.
"Show me," she breathed, and ran a pink tongue across her lips. "Show me your fake dick."
Leaving her alone for just a moment, I hurried out to the stock room. The strap-on was right where I'd left it, clean and ready for action. I grabbed it and returned to Katrina.
"Put it on for me," Katrina whispered after she had examined it thoroughly.
I undressed quickly and strapped the dildo into place. It was difficult to keep from looking toward the mirror, where Larry was watching. Finally, I turned toward Katrina, who was still lying on her back on the table.
"You're right," she said, propping herself up on one elbow and motioning for me to come closer. "It does look real."
"It feels real, too," I assured her, sounding much more confident than I felt.
"Are you going to let me try it out?" she purred, curling her fingers around the rubber dong and stroking it lovingly.
"If you'd like," I told her, goose bumps running up my spine.
"Oh, I'd like this very much," she moaned, pulling the dildo even closer.
Soon, she was planting little kisses all over the domed knob and then she began licking her way up and down the shaft. Whenever this would happen, I just let myself go. A myriad of sensual feelings flooded through my body and I could almost make believe that I really had sprouted this gorgeous cock.
"Suck it," I whispered, placing a hand on her dark head.
Katrina moaned softly as she slid her lips down over the end of the dildo and flicked it with her tongue. Little wet sucking sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head up and down, taking more than half of the rubber dick into her mouth.
"Does that turn you on?" I asked.
"What do you think?" she said, and spread her legs, allowing me to see her glistening wet pussy. As I watched, she parted her lips even further and showed me her clit. It was growing bigger by the minute.
"And how would you like that pussy taken care of?" I groaned. Sliding my hand down her body, I squeezed her mound.
She pressed her cunt into my palm and whimpered. "Use your tongue first."
Turning so that Larry could see everything, I lowered my face to Katrina's steamy snatch. She arced her back and pressed her pussy toward my face, moaning in anticipation of my exploring tongue.
"Oh!" she gasped when I worked the tip of my oral muscle up and over her clit and then down into her fluttering hole.
She tasted just like she always did, sweet and tangy at the same time. I curled my tongue into a point and thrust it deep just to hear her moan with pleasure. Again and again, I pushed it inside of her pulsing pussy.
While I tongued her, I imagined Larry watching us while he greased his cock with the warm oil. He would probably pump it slowly, taking his time to enjoy the show. At least, I hoped that's what was happening.
"It feels so good," she moaned, humping my face steadily. "Please don't stop until I cum."
Even though my legs were shaking and my own juices were oozing down my thighs, I wasn't about to stop until she was satisfied. Soon, I had both hands on her ass, literally pulling her onto my tongue.
Her orgasm hit hard and fast. There were no preliminary shudders or even a guttural cry from the woman. She just climaxed, her body gyrating wildly against my face while she held onto my head with both hands.
I knew how much Katrina liked to come down slowly, so I allowed her to do this. My licks turned to gentle kisses and, finally, I was just rubbing my cheek against her wet lips. By this time, I was so turned on, I had all but forgotten that Larry was watching.
Then I remembered and I squeezed my wet thighs together, shuddering through a cum at the same time.
"Will you fuck me now?" Katrina was asking, again reaching for me with her whole body.
I stepped to the end of the table, just as I had seen Brian do with Jerry. Propped on her elbows, Katrina watched the dildo come closer and closer to her pussy. She gasped when I rubbed the tip up and down her crack. Holding it steady, I worked the thick knob around in a little circle just inside her inner lips.
"That's really good," she sighed, and lay back on the table.
The teasing continued with the dildo just inside of her cunt and my fingers pinching her clit rhythmically. She grew wetter and wetter, the juices pouring down her ass cheeks, making them gleam wetly. Then, suddenly, with a little cry of pleasure, she lifted her hips off the table, forcing the dick inside of her.
"Now, fuck me," she all but demanded.
Grabbing her ass with both hands, I began working the dildo in and out of her pussy. It slid in to the hilt easily, stretching her wide. When I withdrew all but the head, her cunt clung to it greedily. Her breasts danced on her chest with her erotic bucking and both of us were covered with sweat in just a matter of moments.
I could almost feel Larry's hot gaze on my naked ass as I held Katrina's legs high and humped her steadily. She grunted and groaned and met me stroke for stroke. Again, she was the one rubbing her clit, her scarlet-tipped fingers handling it expertly. I watched as her pussy began to pulse around the plunging dildo.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, Jesus."
"Oh, Christ!"
With every thrust, the base of the dildo pressed against my own clit. My own orgasm grew closer by the minute. Finally, unable to stand it another second, I rammed the dildo in to the hilt, pulled her body against mine and worked my hips in a wicked circle. I bit my lip and groaned as my climax overtook me.
On the table beneath me, Katrina thrashed about in the throes of orgasm. And in the back of my mind, I wondered if Larry was cumming right along with us.
"I need to cum again," Katrina whimpered almost before she caught her breath.
"One good thing about dildos is that they're always hard," I told her.
Katrina did not even smile. She crawled off the table and motioned for me to lie down. "I want to get on top."
The padded table was damp from her sweat, but I barely noticed. Once I was in position, she climbed on top of me, kissing my mouth. Her tongue darted between my lips and I sucked on it briefly. Then she pressed her sweaty breasts against my face. Down below, her pussy was poised over the tip of the pleasure-giving dildo.
"I want it inside of me," she muttered as she spread her knees wide and squatted lower. "I want to fuck it."
"You can fuck it," I breathed.
Again, I remembered that Larry was watching this whole thing. The thought excited me and I put both hands on Katrina's hips, pulling her cheeks wide. This would allow him to see her wet pussy as it swallowed the dildo, as well as her tight little asshole.
"Just slide that pussy down onto it," I told her.
Katrina sank down onto me with a sigh. Then she worked her body around in a circle.
"Come on," I muttered. Pulling her ass cheeks even wider, I urged her to start moving. "Slide it up and down. Ride it."
"Oh, yes," Katrina moaned as she worked her body up and down the fake dick. "It does feel like a real one."
Looking down between us, I could see the dildo. It even looked like a real one glistening with her juices as it filled her pussy to capacity. I bucked upward, coaxing her to move even faster and soon, we were bucking together steadily.
"Rub my clit," she whimpered, covering her bouncing breasts with both hands.
I reached down between us. Finding her erect clit, I rubbed it just the way she liked. She groaned low in her throat, closed her eyes and I knew she was ready to climax. By the same token, her lusty humping was sending me right up there again, too.
Knowing Larry was watching, I spread my legs wide. Now, he could see both of us cumming at the same time. Two wet pussies pulsing and gushing. One stuffed with cock, the other just pretending, but it didn't matter. The result was the same.
Katrina collapsed on top of me. Holding my face in her hands, she kissed my eyes, my nose, my mouth. Her breath was warm and the scent of her sex filled my head.
"You know what I want now, don't you?" she asked when her breathing returned to normal.
"Tell me," I suggested.
"I want this fucker in my ass."
"Think you can handle it?"
"I know I can," she said, giving me a level look.
Katrina climbed off of the dildo then. Her pussy released it with a thick, wet slurp. "I'd like to watch in the mirror," she added.
I swallowed hard and sat up. The wet dildo jutted out in front of me. I wasn't sure how we were going to pull that off, but I was willing to try whatever she had in mind. And I knew that if Larry hadn't cum and gone by this time, he would be there soon.
While Katrina set up our next position, I vaguely wondered if Larry had used the pocket pussy or just his hand. Had he stood up, pumping himself while he watched us? Maybe he even squirted his load on the window, wishing he could cum all over us.
Soon, she was on her hands and knees, offering her ass to me freely, glancing in the mirror from time to time. I primed her puckered hole with my tongue and then my fingers. The rounded tip of the dildo slid inside of her easily.
After giving her a few minutes to adjust to the size, I inched my way deeper and deeper until the head was buried deep in her bowels.
"Fuck me," she moaned over and over, watching the whole thing.
I did exactly as she asked, my movements increasing in speed and intensity as my own excitement heated up and boiled over. Soon, she was thrusting back against me, taking every inch of the dildo into her rectum and begging for more. Again, her climax was intense and lasted a long, long time.
Mine threatened to take my breath away. As I bucked and shuddered against her ass, I looked into the mirror with glazed eyes. Something told me that Larry was cumming right along with us, or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
When Katrina dressed and left, I felt as if I had fucked two people at the same time. I finally took off the dildo, put my own clothes back on and went to see Larry.
To my surprise, Larry wasn't alone.
He had turned to face Pam, who was standing there with her panties down around her ankles. She had two fingers buried in her twat. He had both hands wrapped around his prick. They were both just about ready to explode, neither one knowing or caring that I was even in the vicinity.
Pam's fingers flew in and out of her twat. She rubbed her clit furiously. Larry pumped his cock so fast that his hands were nothing but a blur. He lost control first, thrusting upward while thick, white blobs of spunk shot high into the air. Pam groaned, shuddered and drove her fingers even deeper as her orgasm overtook her.
They both turned to me, sweating, shaking and gasping for breath.
"What a show, man!" Larry was the first to speak. "It was better than a fuck film."
"And I never knew you were so good with the strap-on," Pam added. "I'll have to remember that the next time we play with that toy."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Brian, how would you feel about stripping for a bunch of women at a bachelorette party?" I asked.
"A bachelorette party!" Brian said in surprise. He pretended to be shocked, but I could already see the smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
"He loves the idea. Look at those eyes," Pam teased, and hugged the big man warmly.
Katrina's friend, Shelly, was getting married in a week to her black lover. She wanted to give the bride a bachelorette party she would never forget, complete with a male stripper. As wedding presents, we were all supposed to bring the toy of our choice to share with the bride.
"And I do mean share," Katrina said just before hanging up the phone.
My job was to get the male stripper.
Pam and I persuaded Brian easily. All we had to do was get him in the bed between us and he would do anything we asked. It was a long, pleasurable afternoon.
The night of the big party, we met at Katrina's big house early to wrap our gifts and get ready for Brian's show. With the music and lights in place, he made his entrance looking absolutely gorgeous in tight white pants and a white shirt with wide, flowing sleeves.
Poised in the middle of Katrina's den, he gave me the signal. I turned down the lights, turned up the music and settled back to watch. He was magnificent, every move seduction in motion. He might as well have been fucking every one of us in turn both with his eyes and his body.
By the time it was over, Brian was all but naked, his erection bulging his g-string. And we were all breathless, especially Shelly.
"Let's open the gifts," Katrina squealed.
There were lots of squeals and laughter as the gifts were opened. Shelly received a male blow-up doll from someone. After it was inflated, we propped him up in the middle of the floor, admiring his fake erection.
I watched her face when she unwrapped my gift. It was the black strap-on dildo we'd shared earlier.
"We'll try this out later," she promised me.
After watching Brian perform, I was ready for just about anything.
Pam gave her a double-headed dildo. "That's for when you spend a night out with the girls," she teased.
"Will you show me how to use it?" Shelly asked, holding one end of the dildo in each hand. "My pleasure," Pam said.
Shelly also received a various assortment of vibrators, including a vibrating butt plug from one of the lesbians who frequented our shop. Someone else gave her a huge box of batteries.
Some time during the evening, amidst all the laughter and teasing, we began pairing off. Katrina and Pam slipped away first with Brian. The lesbian couple were all over each other, fondling, stroking and touching as they undressed each other right there on the sofa in front of us.
Jerry was there with another woman and they, too, turned their attention to each other over by the fireplace. Before she slipped away, she got permission to use the black strap-on dildo.
"It looks like everyone is having a good time," Shelly said when the presents were all opened.
"And it sounds like it, too," I said, sipping my wine.
Wet sucking sounds came from where the lesbians were eating each other out in a comfortable side by side sixty-nine position. One had the vibrating butt plug in her ass. My wet pussy grew even hungrier and I hoped Shelly was interested in trying out at least one of her new toys with me.
Jerry was wearing the strap-on dildo, fucking her lover with abandon. The woman on the floor underneath her, wrapped her long legs around Jerry's ass and humped her lustfully. Shelly watched them for a long while before turning toward me again.
"Let's go see what Katrina and Pam are up to," I suggested, leading Shelly toward the bedrooms.
She followed obediently, but I noticed that she picked up the double-headed dildo at the last moment.
We found Brian in the bed between Pam and Katrina. One was sliding her pussy up and down his thick cock while the other planted her muff right against his lips. It was a beautiful sight, especially when Pam leaned forward and sucked Katrina's nipple into her mouth. They did not seem to notice that we were standing in the doorway watching the whole thing.
Both women climaxed and then changed positions, getting on their knees in front of Brian. While he fucked one from behind, he used a dildo on the other. They came again and then he changed, fucking the one he had used the dildo on earlier.
"Let's go find another bed," I whispered to Shelly, hoping this had heated her up as much as it had me.
Again, she followed me obediently into the bedroom next door. She sat down on the bed and allowed me to undress her. I kissed every inch of her feverish flesh as it came into view. We could hear Pam, Katrina and Brian moaning in the room next door.
"Does that turn you on?" I asked as I licked my way from one of her nipples to the other.
"All of it does, the lesbians, the dildos, the sexy dancing," she confessed. "After I get married, promise me we'll have one of these kind of girl/girl parties once a month."
I promised her, hoping that her husband wouldn't be silly enough to try to stop her from coming. At that point, I would have promised her anything, though.
Shelly moaned softly and tangled her fingers in my hair as I lowered my face to her wet pussy. It was sweet and fragrant and I lapped at it hungrily, eager to give her the most thrilling night of her life with another woman. I sucked her clit until she was bucking steadily, teasing her with my fingertips. And then I worked my tongue into her pussy, listening to her cries of pleasure become more throaty and animal-like.
Soon, she was cumming, grinding her pussy all over my face as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.
"I should please you, too," she purred when I undressed and lay down beside her on the bed.
"This is your night," I told her, fondling her with loving touches. "There will be time for me later."
She swallowed hard and accepted this, thrusting her nipples into my busy hands. When my mouth replaced my fingers, she humped the thigh I worked between her legs, her moans becoming louder again, her juices scalding my flesh.
"I need to cum again. Please make me cum again."
Now it was time to play with our toy. Curling my fingers around one end of the dildo, I placed it between us as we ground our bodies against each other. That would warm it up quickly. And then I worked one end down her belly to her pussy.
Shelly spread her legs wide for me. She watched as I worked the long plastic dong into her with lust-glazed eyes. And she groaned when I began sucking on the other end.
"It looks like I have a cock," she moaned, thrusting her pussy toward my face. "And it looks like you're sucking it."
I kept right on licking and sucking and fucking her with one end of the dildo at the same time. Her ass bounced all over the bed and she squealed with pleasure, cumming a few more times before letting up.
Unable to stand it another second, I squatted over her and aimed my end of the dildo at my own snatch. "Now, watch me fuck your dick," I grunted.
Shelly watched wide-eyed as I slid my pussy down over the dildo. I took it deep, not stopping until our hairs were touching That's when she went into action, thrusting upward to meet my strokes. We fucked each other like that for what seemed like hours and then she climaxed. My orgasm hit within the next heartbeat and as we caught our breath, we heard Brian, Pam and Katrina at it again.
Someone was getting fucked up the ass and loving every minute of it.
"I want to try that butt plug thing," Shelly told me.
I hurried downstairs, found where it had been tossed aside in the heat of passion and raced back to Shelly. She had already been teasing her asshole with the dildo and was more than ready for me when I arrived.
While I fucked her ass with the butt plug, I rode up and down on the dildo, bringing myself off as well.
As we dozed off to sleep, I heard Brian roar and pump his load deep into someone's body. And then all was quiet.
As of this writing, Mona Joy is a thriving business. We have several different departments, each with a manager who is well-qualified to handle it. Brian is vice president in charge of sales and marketing. Shelly is over personnel.
Pam still runs her interior decorating business on the side, but her main interest is our new product research and development line.
Richard and I are getting married in the spring. He thinks he knows all about Joy's toys.
