Erotic Short Story

He stood in the doorway of my hotel room, his gaze moving over my body. “Jai?”

“You’re John. Is that your real name.”

“Yep.” He tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, his head bobbling like one of those dashboard toys.

I gave him my best smile, hoping to put him at ease. “Your first time?”

“Yes.” He swallowed. His Adam’s apple joined the head bobbing.

I bit back a laugh. Seeing strange men might fulfill Sir’s desires, but there’s an element of risk involved. I still wasn’t used to it so I understood the client’s nervousness, but I’d vetted this man as best as I could. “Come in.” I stepped back, letting him enter. I released the door. It closed with a thud.

“You’re older than I thought you’d be,” he blurted out. “Uh, you don’t look old,” he continued, “I just mean your voice…It’s sexy, you sounded so young…”

“It’s fine, John. You’re not the first man to tell me that.

“That’s some…outfit?”

I chuckled. A piece of lace with strings might be called panties. More like floss. The cupless lace bands surrounding my breasts definitely would not pass as a bra. My nipples beaded beneath his admiring stare. The familiar pleasurable pinch from my piercings set up a need inside me.

I beckoned him to follow me through the living area into the bedroom.

Stopping at the foot of the bed, I turned and faced him. “Can I…” He pulled his outstretched hand back.

“Yes. Touch me wherever you like.”

“No.” He shook his head. “That’s not what I want.” I want what we discussed over the phone.

“Ah.” He’d called messaged me last week after I’d broadcast a video of me masturbating with the new “toy” Sir had me purchase. He wanted to come while watching me masturbate. It was just a coincidence he lived nearby.

I wet my lips, letting my gaze wander the room. A bed and dresser and two nightstands. “Not much room. Bring in one of the chairs from the living area.”

I pulled the covers down, folding them neatly at the end of the bed. I grabbed the pillows and placed them atop one another. I moved around the bed and turned on the lamp and inspected the room “Too much.” I clicked off the light, moved to the window pulled the blackout drapes back, leaving the sheers closed. Turning, the room was bathed in soft light.

John came through the door, pushing the chair in front of him.

“Put it over here by the window and sit.” He did as I instructed.

I pulled the dildo and lube out of the top dresser drawer.

“Let me see.”

“All in good time, hon. Just sit back and relax for now. You paid to watch. You’re allowed to touch but no penetration. Instruct me to change positions or penetration level at any time. Or stop and begin again. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I crawled on the bed, sat crosslegged. Picking up the dildo, I ran my fingertips down the shaft. A groan spilled from his lips. “It’s quite the specimen, isn’t it?” I asked. “So lifelike, except for the sheen of the material.” I ran my tongue over the tip, teased the frenulum. Veins bulged and crisscrossed the length of the shaft. I cut my eyes over at him. “You like to watch white girls being fucked by black men?”

He nodded.

“Maybe you’d pay to watch that some time.” He’d undone his jeans and pushed them down past his balls, thick and heavy with unspent cum. His shaft was long and thin and hard and lay on his belly. His fingers encircled his cock. He held it in a tight grip.

“And this monster dildo turns you own?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to help me?”

“Help?”

“We can take turns getting it wet, licking and sucking, or”—I picked up the lube, never taking my gaze off him and wiggled the bottle.

He looked from the dildo to my mouth. “Will it fit?”

I laughed. “Not my mouth.”

“Then use the lube.” He nodded toward my hand.

Our mouths and tongues wetting the huge, black dildo would have been a turn on, but he was paying for a show and I’d give it to him.

I flipped the top open and upended the bottle, squeezing. Clear fluid flowed coating the head and ran down the sides. I couldn’t help imagine sucking Sir’s cum off his cock. Shaking off the idea, I set the bottle aside. I ran my fingers over the head, caressing, spreading the liquid. I was so wet, I probably didn’t need the amount of lube I’d used. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked. Up. Down. Long. Slow. Over and over.

“Fuck that’s hot.”

My wet pussy throbbed with need as I continued to move my hand downward, pausing to fondle the fake balls, and then back up, rubbing my thumb around the head then before sliding my hand back down.

“You want this thick black cock penetrating my tight white pussy?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I scooted toward the headboard and leaned against the pillows. Feet apart, I planted them on the mattress. I gripped the dong mid-shaft and pressed it against my fuckhole.

“Shit, your fingers don’t meet.”

I looked up. He’d moved from the chair to the end of the bed.

“I told you, hon.”

“I just didn’t believe it. Push it in. Just the head.” Was he drooling?

My eyes drifted shut, anticipating being stretched wide. I pushed the head past my opening, and that feeling of being full began. I pressed in, pulled out, whetting his appetite.

A moan escaped my throat.

“More.” I wasn’t sure if he spoke or I.

I pressed my hips upward and pushed at the same time. A slight burn and pressure, I hesitated, waited until that pleasant feeling overtook the discomfort. I widened my stance and lifted my ass off the bed, and pulled the dildo out. Wet seeped from my cunt. I rubbed the shaft over the outside of my pussy, coating it with my juices. Blood rushed to my clit, making it difficult not to lavish the bundle of nerves with much-needed attention. Sir wouldn’t be happy if I sought my own pleasure instead of the client’s.

“I don’t think I can last much longer.” He groaned.

I silently agreed and said, “Did you come last week when we were having phone sex?”

“Yes.”

I pursed my lips into a mock pout. “After we agreed you’d wait until I took all thirteen and a half inches?”

“If you can take half, I’m satisfied.”

I took the opportunity to slide the dildo inside me to bring his focus back to the reason we were both here. Pushing. Pulling. I raised my hips off the mattress as I pressed the dildo in and lowered my hips as I slid it out. I set up a rhythm, the movement readying my cunt for deeper penetration. Not to mention, turning him on.

“Where the hell did you come up with that move?”

“Just modified Sir’s requirement of me rocking my hips. My voice was breathy with need. I gathered the control Sir had taught me. I came when he allowed and tonight I wasn’t. “You’ve got a good eight inches there.” I flicked my gaze toward his penis.

“But not the gir—shit, that’s over half inside you.” He paused on an upstroke then gripped his balls with the other hand, pulling them away from his body.

“Mmm.” I let my ass fall to the mattress, stroking faster. His moans joined mine. In and out, I inched the dildo deeper each time.

Up and down his hand moved over his own cock. The room fell silent except for the wet sounds and needy moans of our mutual masturbation.

I’m a whore, to be used for the client’s pleasure. But truth be told, I get off on men using me. To be their fucktoy, cumdump, just pussy. If it hadn’t been for long months of training, I’d have come already.

“I’m going to come,” John said.

I pulled the dildo out. “Not yet,” I said, rising to my knees.”

“Your cream coating the shaft isn’t helping.” His voice was raw, his jaw tight.

“Try.” Satisfaction filled me, knowing he was hard for me.

I placed the phallus between my thighs, lifted and put the head inside me, and then lowered my body onto it. I got it halfway in. I dropped my head onto my shoulders. “So full.”

“Fuck yeah.”

My channel walls gripped and pulled the cock deeper. Pain flared in my womb. I rose, lowered, rose and lowered until a needy ache replaced the pain.

“Deeper, I need to come, bad.”

“ ’Kay,” I managed to say. Up and down, up and down, I moved. Slow deep strokes, then shallow fast ones.

Everything receded except my need to fuck myself into ecstasy. I wanted to forget Sir’s command and give myself over to the pleasure I knew awaited me. Then Sir would punish me. The thought of his bamboo cane leaving welts on my ass cheeks and back of my thighs almost sent me over the edge. But guilt and remorse would overshadow it immediately for disobeying. And the edging I was going through right now, would bring on an even more intense and mind-shattering orgasm later at Sir’s hand or cock. I pushed erotic thoughts and my need to come out of my head.

“Lay down, Jai,” John said. “Open your pussy lips and rub your clit.”

What a terrible idea, I thought. But I complied.

“So wet.”

“You’ve almost got it all. That’s so fucking hot. I’m gonna come,” John said.

The pain returned. I swallowed the moan rising in my throat and focused on the burn and discomfort, and pressed the last inch inside me.

“I’m coming.”

I opened my eyes. His eyes were closed, his face awash with his impending release.

“Scoot over here and come on my black-cock stuffed pussy.”

He barely made it as ropes of cum spurted from the head of his dick. Panting through my own need, I let my head fall back on the bed. Inching my hand between my legs, I massaged his cum over my pussy.

“Thanks.”

“Let me see you out.” I lifted onto my elbows.

“No,” His gaze homed in on my pussy. “I want the image of you stuffed in my head. I’ll let myself out. Expect a nice tip added to your account in a little while.” He redressed in no time. “Thanks again. I’ll be calling you soon.”I crawled on the bed, sat, and crossed my legs. Picking up the dildo, I ran my fingertips down the shaft. A groan spilled from his lips. “It’s quite the specimen, isn’t it?” I asked. “So lifelike, except for the sheen of the material.” I ran my tongue over the tip, teased the frenulum. Veins bulged crisscrossed the length of the shaft. I cut my eyes over at him. “You like to watch white girls being fucked by black men?”

He nodded.

“Maybe you’d like to pay to watch that some other time.” He’d undone his jeans and pushed them down past his balls. Thick and heavy with unspent cum. His shaft was long and thin and hard, lying on his belly. His fingers encircled his cock, but he only held it in a tight grip.

“And this monster dildo turns you own?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to help me?”

“Help?”

“We can take turns getting it wet, licking and sucking, or”—I picked up the lube, never taking my gaze off him and wiggled the bottle.

He looked from the dildo to my mouth. “Will it fit?”

I laughed. “Not my mouth.”

“Then use the lube.” He nodded toward my hand.

Our mouths and tongues wetting the huge, black dildo would have been a turn on, but he was paying for a show and I’d give it to him.

I flipped the top open and upended the bottle, squeezing. Clear fluid flowed on the head and down the sides. Setting the bottle aside, I ran my fingers over the head, caressing, spreading the liquid. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked. Up. Down. Long, slow strokes. Over and over.

“Fuck that’s hot.”

My pussy was wet and throbbing as I continued to move my hand downward, pausing to fondle the fake balls. I stroked upward, rubbing my thumb around the head then back down.

“You like this thick black cock penetrating my tight white pussy?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I scooted toward the headboard and leaned against the pillows. Feet apart, I planted them on the mattress. I gripped the dong mid-shaft and pressed it against my fuckhole.

“Shit, your fingers don’t meet.”

I looked up. He’d moved from the chair to the end of the bed.

“I told you, hon.”

“I just didn’t believe it. Push it in. Just the head.”

My eyes drifted shut, anticipating being stretched wide. I pushed the head past my opening, and that feeling of being full began. I pressed in, pulled out, whetting his appetite.

A moan escaped my throat.

“More.” I wasn’t sure if he spoke or I.

I pressed my hips upward and pushed at the same time. A slight burn and pressure, I hesitated, waited until that pleasant feeling overtook the discomfort. I widened my stance and lifted my ass off the bed, and pulled the dildo out. Wet seeped from my cunt. I rubbed the shaft over the outside of my pussy, coating it with my juices. Blood rushed to my clit, making it difficult not to lavish the bundle of nerves with much-needed attention. Sir wouldn’t be happy if I sought my own pleasure instead of the client’s.

“I don’t think I can last much longer.” He groaned.

I silently agreed and said, “Did you come last week when we were having phone sex?”

“Yes.”

I pursed my lips into a mock pout. “After we agreed you’d wait until I took all thirteen and a half inches?”

“If you can take half, I’m satisfied.”

I took the opportunity to slide the dildo inside me to bring his focus back to the reason we were both here. Pushing. Pulling. I raised my hips off the mattress as I pressed the dildo in and lowered my hips as I slid it out. I set up a rhythm, the movement readying my cunt for deeper penetration. Not to mention, turning him on.

“Where the hell did you come up with that move?”

“Just modified Sir’s requirement of me rocking my hips. My voice was breathy with need. I gathered the control Sir had taught me. I came when he allowed and tonight I wasn’t. “You’ve got a good eight inches there.” I flicked my gaze toward his penis.

“But not the gir—shit, that’s over half inside you.” He paused on an upstroke then gripped his balls with the other hand, pulling them away from his body.

“Mmm.” I let my ass fall to the mattress, stroking faster and deeper. His moans joined mine. In and out, inching deeper each time. Up and down his hand moved over his own cock. The room fell silent except for the wet sounds and needy moans of our mutual masturbation.

I’m a whore, to be used for the client’s pleasure. But truth be told, I get off on men using me. To be their fucktoy, cumdump, just pussy. If it hadn’t been for long months of training, I’d have come already.

“I’m going to come,” John said.

I pulled the dildo out. “Not yet,” I said, rising to my knees.”

“Your cream coating the shaft isn’t helping.” His voice was raw, his jaw tight.

“Try.”

I placed the phallus between my thighs, lifted and put the head inside me, and then lowered my body onto it. I got it halfway in. I dropped my head onto my shoulders. “So full.”

“Fuck yeah.”

My channel walls gripped and pulled the cock deeper. Pain flared in my womb. I rose, lowered, rose, and lowered until a needy ache replaced the pain.

“Deeper, I need to come, bad.”

“ ’Kay,” I managed to say. Up and down, up and down, I moved. Slow then fast, shallow strokes then deep. Everything receded except my need to fuck myself into ecstasy. I wanted to forget Sir’s command and give myself over to the pleasure I knew awaited me. Then Sir would punish me. The thought of his bamboo cane leaving welts on my ass cheeks and back of my thighs almost sent me over the edge. But guilt and remorse would overshadow it immediately for disobeying. And the edging I was going through at this moment, would bring on an even more intense and mind-shattering orgasm later at Sir’s hand or cock. I pushed erotic thoughts and my need to come out of my head.

“Lay down, Jai,” John said. “Open your pussy lips and rub your clit.”

He waited until I complied then pulled the cock out and slid it back in.

“So wet.”

“You’ve almost got it all. That’s so fucking hot. I’m gonna come,” John said.

The pain returned. I swallowed the moan rising in my throat and focused on the burn and discomfort, and pressed the last inch inside me.

“I’m coming.”

I opened my eyes. His eyes closed, his face awash with his impending release.

“Scoot over here and come on my black-cock stuffed pussy.”

He barely made it as ropes of cum spurted from the head of his dick. Panting through my own need, I let my head fall back on the bed. Inching my hand between my legs, I massaged his cum over my pussy.

“Thanks.”

“Let me see you out.” I lifted onto my elbows.

“No,” His gaze homed in on my pussy. “I want the image of you stuffed in my head. I’ll let myself out. Expect a nice tip added to your account in a little while.” He redressed in no time. “Thanks again. I’ll be calling you soon.”

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