Chapter 4
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.