Chapter 5
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."