Chapter 6

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.