Marcelle waves her hand dismissively. “I’ll handle it; send him to me.” She points a manicured finger at me. “I expect to have privacy while I’m taking care of the tip.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I agree. “I’ll be fully absorbed in my chores.”
“Good boy,” she says with a brisk nod.
My maid and I have a better understanding now. No longer a dick tease, she lets me have sloppy seconds three days a week.
Through the cotton fabric of Marcelle’s uniform, I stroke my dick in anticipation. After the grocery man finishes making his delivery, Marcelle will graciously spread her legs for me.
Meat Me
Lynn Lake
She pushed open the wooden door with the cracked pane of glass and walked into the dingy shop. Inside, pornographic DVDs, magazines, and books were stacked three wire racks deep; sex toys and dolls of all makes and models lined the walls. The place smelled of stale cigarette smoke and spunk.
The woman strolled around the racks and past the glass counter full of lighters, rolling papers, pipes, and dildos that ran along the far wall. She was tall and slender, in her mid-forties, dressed in a dark-blue business suit, slim legs sheathed in metallic blue stockings that spilled out of her knee-length skirt and into three-inch black heels. Her raven hair was carefully done up; her light-brown, aristocratic face tastefully made up with blue eye shadow and black eyeliner; plush lips glossed to glistening.
“Hiya!” the man behind the counter said, leering; a little guy, pitch-black, with horn-rimmed glasses and a shaved skull. “They’re waitin’ for ya.”
She slowed momentarily when he spoke, then coolly nodded and walked past, through the red velvet curtain that cordoned off the video and peep show booths from the rest of the store.
“Bitch!” the man swore under his breath, balling his little fists. He watched the woman’s trim buttocks shudder from side to side under her tight skirt as they and she disappeared behind the curtain.
The smell of spunk was stronger in back, the raucous moaning and groaning of video porn stars and live peep show performers rising and falling in rhythm to the heated slap of flesh against flesh, both on-screen and in-person. The woman’s heels clicked briskly along the tile corridor, past the booths and through the swinging door at the end of the hall.
There were three stalls inside the “washroom”; the green metal doors of two of them closed, the middle one hanging open. She didn’t hesitate, entering the middle stall and then closing and securing the door.
There was a padded stool on wheels where the toilet should’ve been; a roll of paper towels where toilet paper normally hung. Two holes had been cut into the side panels of the stall almost dead center, five inches in diameter and foam-padded around the edges. The woman sat down on the stool and crossed her legs and waited, ice-green eyes flicking back and forth between the holes.
A cock suddenly speared through the hole to her right; a fully-erect cock, vein-striped shaft and mushroomed cap shining licorice-black under the stuttering fluorescent lights; pube-pebbled balls crowding the bottom of the opening. A tight smile flashed across the woman’s lips.
She appraised the cock at eight inches long and five inches in circumference. Years of experience had honed her measurement skills. She made no move toward the twitching dong, however; waiting, watching the other hole.
A cock thrust through that opening as well. A pink-shafted, purple-headed, vein-ribboned cock, as clean-cut as the other, but jutting slightly upward like a fleshy horn. She appraised this one at nine inches in length, six inches in circumference. She allowed herself another brief smile, eyes darting from one huge, disembodied cock to the other.
Then she stood up and removed her jacket, her white satin blouse, and bra. Her large, brown, mocha-tipped breasts spilled out and swayed as she slipped off her skirt and panties. Naked now except for her nylon stockings and patent leather high heels, she carefully placed the tailored outer garments and silken undergarments on the floor in a corner. Her body was tight and streamlined, belying her age, her pussy shaved clean for maximum sensation, flaps shining and aroused.
She sat back down on the stool and pushed herself forward, grasping the two straining cocks in her manicured hands. Groans erupted from behind the panels as she clutched, felt, weighed the pair of pulsing erections, lightly stroking for texture and firmness. The one in her right hand was smoother and straighter; the one in her left longer, heavier, and thicker. They both pushed urgently at her hands, their throbbing traveling right through her down to her pussy.
She held the pink one and stroked the black one, swirling her soft, warm, brown hand up and down the pulsating length of the impressive dong, around and about the bloated blue-black cap. The cock jumped in her pumping hand, swelling higher and harder. She stared as she stroked, eyes locked and unblinking, hand and fingers deftly tugging and caressing while she held tight to the other big penis.
The grunts and groans behind the right panel became more animated, the wall shaking as she stroked harder, faster, really pulling on the vibrating cock. Her hand flew up and down the raging length of shaft, up and over the glans-split hood.
Perspiration dappled her forehead and upper lip, her tits shuddering with every heated stroke, her body flushed and pussy sopping. She could feel the dong seize up iron-hard, and she gasped when a pearl of pre-cum surged into the gaping slit at the head of the pipe. She thrust her own head closer and flicked out her tongue, snatching the drop into her mouth.
The panel shook with the weight of the body behind it. The woman engulfed the leaking cockhead with her warm, wet mouth, then the shaft, easily and expertly consuming the cock, her cheeks puffing out and her throat widening to accommodate the enormous erection.
Until her nose pressed right against the partition, lips kissing her hand still gripping the base, mouth and throat packed full of cock. The owner of the dong yelled, “Fuck!” The other cock jumped in her hand, desperate to know what was going on.
She kept the tremendous member locked down in her mouth and throat for ten torrid seconds; hot, humid breath steaming out of her flared nostrils and dewing the green metal. Finally, slowly, she pulled her head back, the dripping shaft oozing out of her mouth until she clung to just the meaty cap with her teeth.
Then she pushed her head forward again, swallowing the over-engorged cock, breathing deep of the musky scent of the tightened balls, feeling the blazing appendage beat all through her trembling body.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come!”
She pulled on the dong a couple more times with her lips and mouth, taking it to the back of her throat and beyond, bathing the sensitive underside with her tongue. She jerked her head all the way back so that the ebony snake popped right out of her mouth and hung there, gleaming and twitching and ready to burst.
She grabbed on to it, sliding closer, pointing the throbbing tool at her bared chest and fisting. An agonized groan, and semen dribbled out of the slit in the well-formed hood, then sprayed. Six bursts of hot, sticky spunk splashed against her chest, showering her tits. Her hand milked the jerking cock, her pussy shimmering with the shooting sensation and the wicked feel of the heated semen on her tingling skin.