Satisfying my Curiosity - 2

The day following my little adventures with Black cocks was somewhat of an anti-climax (in more than one expression of the word). I had an uneventful day at work; I had been a little disappointed not to have seen my fellow commuter and to have felt his stiff cock on the ride in but, on the up-side, I had at least remembered to pick up my purse and my keys when I had left the house!

I got home before Andrew returned from his overnight trip and despite his talk of marriage when we had spoken on the phone, he now gave the impression that this was not the most important thing on his mind. I mean, god's sake, how can you plant the idea in your sweetheart's mind one day and then seemingly forget about it the next?!

He was his usually distracted self when he came home but at least had the good sense to ask if I was OK after my 'ordeal' of being locked out. Obviously I didn't tell him all the details of how I had managed the situation but he swiftly moved on and then his talk seemed to be all about the business he had been away negotiating. Grief, the guy drives me crazy at times.

After all the excitement of my not being able to get into the apartment (and the pleasant manner in which the time was spent with the landlord while we waited for the locksmith!) our city life settled back into its less than exciting routine and I was left with my dreams and fantasies for company. Andrew seemed to have become more distracted since his visit and when I challenged him he claimed that it was due to this new piece of work needing a lot of attention. It was so frustrating for me and I almost got to the stage where I was having to make an appointment with him to have sex!

Thoughts of sex were constant. I couldn't get out of my mind the vision of the black cocks I had recently been involved with, knowing that I had been responsible in making them spew that lovely hot white cum. It had made me feel empowered, knowing that I had that kind of control and that pleasure for all concerned would be the consequence of my touching and jerking off of these compliant black males.

Quite a while went by and in that time I never had sight of either our landlord or of the black guy on the train ride in to work; it was so frustrating knowing that my new fascination with black cock was not going to be easily served. It was therefore a relief when the phone rang one evening (Andrew had his head in a book) and I answered the call and my heart gave a jump to hear the voice of the locksmith.

"Hi, you said to call to arrange payment for the job I did for you last week …"

We both knew what kind of payment was being referred to and I stammered, "Oh, yeah, … Hi …. uh, well, uh … it's not convenient at the moment but I'm free tomorrow afternoon if you want to come by …"

He responded with a chuckle, "Yeah, that'll work for me. See you tomorrow then … "

Andrew looked up, "Who was that?"

"Oh nothing; a cold call," I said as I replaced the phone followed by the thought, "Oh my God, is it that easy? "

I had already booked the afternoon off in lieu of some extra hours I had worked and, now, just by simply answering the telephone I had found the answer to my thoughts on how I was going to be filling the time. Not just filling time but also, maybe, filling me, I hoped!

The following morning passed by in a haze. I had hoped that for an hors d'oeuvres I may have seen 'train guy' but it never happened and I just had to make do with the sensation of my pussy getting wetter as I let my mind contemplate on what the locksmith might be packing beneath his pants!

Lunchtime and I made my excuses and left work for home. I had no worries about being on my own or surprise interruptions for Andrew had already said that he would be working late (again!) and therefore I would be undisturbed. I likewise had no concerns about my intended liaison being witnessed for in the short time I had lived in the city I had discovered that, despite their brash way of going about their lives, New Yorkers are invariably wrapped up in their own little worlds and hardly notice anything outside their bubble unless 'prodded'! Certainly that was the case with Sam the landlord and I'm sure a herd of elephants going up the stairs wouldn't be noticed by him.

I got home and in anticipation of what I hoped was going to be a momentous afternoon I took a shower and made myself presentable. I wasn't too sure what the appropriate wear was for being fucked by a black man but figured he would not be too concerned if I had made the wrong choice. I played safe and just pulled on a tee shirt, my jogging bottoms and forgot about any underwear.

The phone rang which gave me a start and I picked up to hear the locksmith ask if I was home … which was a bit dumb given I had just answered the damn phone … but I didn't mention that. I told him, "yeah, I'm here, I've got your payment waiting for you."

He laughed and said he'd be right over.

I guess he must have been calling from around the block for 5 minutes later I heard footsteps on the stair and in anticipation of him ringing the bell I opened the door and told him to come right in. (I noticed that for this visit he had left his tool bag behind!)

I was a little nervous at what I might be letting myself in for, I mean, I hardly knew the guy but he stepped in, looked around as if he was 'casing the joint', but with no ill-intent said, "Nice place. "

I took a breath to still my beating heart, figured he was safe, gestured him to the sofa and said, "Yeah, we like it .." as I sat beside him.

"We? You mean you is a married lady … " he quipped, " .. what the fuck do you need me for .. other than unpicking your lock!"

I laughed at this attempt at humour, "No, I'm not married, not yet anyway, but it might be happening soon …"

"You don't sound too sure," he said as he unbuckled his belt.

"Uh, it's kinda complicated," I murmured as I watched him pull down his zipper.

"Well, I don't do complicated, I prefer the simple life and right now let's keep it simple and why don't we get down to what I came here for .." He tugged down his boxer shorts and a beautiful fat black cock came into view. It wasn't overly large, it wasn't fully erect (at least as far as I could tell), it was just a beautiful sight, a veiny ebony shaft with a fat purple plum of a knob sitting on top. I told him so, "Hmm, that looks nice, let me help you with that."

I leaned over and he took his hands away to pull off completely the annoying clothing that might have impeded access and made no protest when I wrapped my own hand around his exposed cock, it felt as good as it looked. I marveled at the warmth, at the way it began to seemingly swell as I gently moved my hand and explored. He evidently approved at what I was doing and grunted, "Yeah, that's it girl, just like that, you got it .."

I had indeed 'got it' and I spent the next few minutes slowly jerking him feeling his cock get progressively stiffer, longer and fatter with every caress of my grasping fist. Soon my fingers could no longer close around him but that didn't seem to concern him too much as he sighed in contentment at each stroke. Although I hadn't had too much experience of jerking off strangers I figured I must be doing something right.

Soon his impressive stiff cock was pointing unaided at the ceiling and I took a moment to pull off my tee shirt. He approved of the interruption and took his own moment to admire (at least I think it was admiration, maybe he was just leering) at my exposed tits. I didn't ask him if he liked what he saw but took his appreciation for granted when he reached over and his black hand began caressed and fondled my white breast. He was so gentle and all my fears of this encounter maybe being a 'bad thing' just dissolved. I murmured a sound that indicated he was doing the right thing and returned my attention to his cock.

Soon we had a good rhythm going. I made things easier for us both by turning and kneeling on the sofa alongside him which gave me a more comfortable grasp of the matters in hand. He for his part was then able to use both hands to continue to caress my tits; my nipples signaled approval by stiffening nicely. All the while I don't think we made eye-contact. He was focused on my soft heaving breasts; I could not take my eyes off his cock which was by now streaming that sticky stuff which made my stroking go so much easier. He made no objection when I leant down to check if it tasted as good as it looked.

I have no idea how long (or short) the time I was licking at that black lollipop when I felt his hand pushing down the waistband of my sweat pants but I certainly got the message that he wanted to see the rest of what I had to offer. I obliged and without taking my attention away from that delicious cock I assisted his efforts and somehow my pants joined the rest of our discarded clothing on the floor and we were now both totally naked. Oh, this was so wrong but felt so right, all thoughts that I was being a naughty girl had long been forgotten.

Inevitably my licking at that delicious sweetmeat prompted me to do more and I surprised myself at the ease at which that fat knob slipped inside my open mouth; I was not surprised when I felt his hand slip from my breast and make its way down between my thighs and once again I showed consent by opening my legs so that the hand could more easily touch me.

God, I've never been so wet and I didn't need to look to know that his fingers must be getting nicely lubricated as they slipped in and he began to, what do they call it, oh yeah, finger-fuck me. (Being a 'nice girl' it's not an expression I would normally use!) It felt lovely as he gently stroked in and out and I reciprocated by picking up on his rhythm and began to do that other thing that I would never say in public, face-fuck me. It took no time at all for me to feel that familiar stirring begin to build down below my waist somewhere and then with a rush for the most delicious orgasm to flood over me like an intense hot flush. With a mouthful of black cock I could only squeal my delight but my sound of approval was obviously enough to trigger a similar peak in pleasure for my locksmith and as I moaned through my climax I felt the cock I was still grasping throb and then without any other warning to feel his hot sperm pulsing from the knob end and fill my mouth.

I admit that I was a little shocked that he could be so quiet about cumming like that and in so many words told him so. (Well, told him after I had spat out the mouthful of cum that I hadn't swallowed dribble out of my mouth and drip down onto my tits!) "Wow, that was quick, I was kind of hoping that I could watch you cum ….!"

He took his hand away and examined the streams of my juices that were stringing between his fingers, chuckled and said, "Yeah, well I was kinda hoping that you might have been a bit less eager so that I could have put that cum where it was meant to be going .. !"

We both laughed and I jokingly chided him for being a disappointment and that our 'payment session' had come to a conclusion so quickly. He didn't return the joke but said in all seriousness, "Don't you worry about that. You waana see cum lady, then you're in luck. I can go on for hours .. !" and as if by way of backing up his boast he shook his cum-covered cock at me which was still as stiff and as threatening as ever.

I responded in the only way I knew how, "Oh Goody, I do like to see a man cum!"

Over the next couple of hours he obliged my interest. I never knew a guy could do that, cum so easily, well certainly not in my experience. My Andrew, once he had cum, that would be it, he would be spent and I would be lucky if I saw the evidence of his climax more than once a week. But here was this guy (whose name I never did learn) who could seemingly pump out globs of the stuff on demand. Had I not already told Andrew that I would marry him I would have been tempted to transfer my affections to this 'cum machine'!

After his first climax I then acted out being the complete slut. I never gave it any mind to how he wanted to fuck me and I was taken all ways, on my back, on my knees or when he confessed to being lazy for me to clamber on top of him and for me to take control myself. I liked doing it that way because I got a better view of his fat cock stroking in and out of what was my, by now stretched pussy.

He was quite right, he could go on for hours without that lovely black tool of his losing its strength, and more to my delight that he could cum with equal ease. I made sure that when I sensed he was getting close to 'disengage' so that I could finish him off with a little bit of hand massaging and he certainly appreciated my attention and made no objection when I would direct his gift so that I could see the hot spurts of cum cover my tits. (That had always been a fantasy of mine!) Mind you, having confessed that, there was a more practical reason for making him cum on my body for not only did I want to see the delightful sight I also didn't want him to get his stuff on the furniture. I could see no point in running the risk of getting unsightly stains on the furnishings that might need to be explained to Andrew when he got home!

Eventually we both admitted that we had had enough and with the clock indicating that my black cum-machine had another appointment to go to as we retrieved our clothing I reluctantly said my goodbyes and thanked him for a wonderful time.

"My pleasure lady, any time .. and you don't have to be getting yourself locked out, I can come by anytime you want."

"Hmm, just loved the way you do it," I flattered, "I've never seen a man cum so much. How do you do that?"

He sniggered, "Huh, ain't nothing special but if you really wanna see cum so much then I know just the place to take you."

I tried not to sound too enthusiastic but unwittingly he had piqued my interest , "Tell me more," I said as nonchalantly as possible.

He looked up from tying his shoes in surprise at my response, saw I was being serious, and said, "Well, there's a bookshop I know where guys will be more than happy to let you see them cum."

"A bookshop? What do mean, a Barnes and Noble or something?"

He laughed, "No, not that kind of bookshop. Jeez lady, you really are an out-of-towner, aren't you! No, an Adult Bookshop. There's one just around the block from here; it's the kind of place where a guy will be more than happy to get his dick out and jerk off for you so that you can see him cum!"

I laughed at both his description of me being a naïve country girl and also the thought of a guy willing getting out his penis and jerking off but I didn't say that, instead I said stupidly, "But what if it's someone I recognise, someone who might know me?"

"You don't have to worry about that. These bookshops are all the same. They have these video booths where you can go to look at a porno movies. You go in, shut the door behind you, sit down and look to your left or right and in the wall there will be a hole about eye-level. Wait a while and soon a cock will poke through and you can then ignore the movie you came to see and concentrate on that instead! The beauty of the situation is that the guy doesn't see or know who he is giving his cock to and you, for sure, have no idea who it belongs to!"

"You're joking, there's really places like that?"

"For sure lady, ain't no joke. Tell you what, why don't I take you there sometime, you know, just to make an introduction .."

And so I had my initiation into a world where the unknown phenomena (to me anyway) of 'Glory Holes' existed. It was the week following after his visit to get paid that the locksmith called and offered to make my dream come true.

It proved remarkably easy to accept his kind offer to chaperone me for my sweet Andrew had already apologetically told me that the project he was working required him to be putting in extra hours at the office. Even worse, he said, was that for the foreseeable future he would be home late or that he might have to go away and work at the client's base which meant overnight trips. I tried to be sympathetic and told him not to worry, that the extra money he would be earning would come in handy, joking that ".. we need to be saving for that wedding you seem to be reluctant to talk about!" hoping that he could take the hint. I told him that I would be fine on my own and that already I was thinking about joining a local gym so that, ".. I won't be get bored without you … don't worry, I'll always find something to do, to keep me occupied while you're away .. "

In truth, I was delighted, pleased that his absence would give me the 'alone time' I required to pursue my new endeavor, so that when the locksmith made the call to my cell phone I had no hesitation in accepting the invite to go with him to visit the bookstore and to see for myself if what he told me was true.

I knew of the place he was talking about. Indeed, it was just around the corner and I passed by there every day on my walk to the Subway but had never given much mind to the drab shop front with a neon sign that stated 'Bookstore - no Minors'. Now knowing what was hinted at within I viewed the store in a whole different light as I made my way along the sidewalk, my hoodie pulled up and just for good measure wearing a pair of sunglasses to hide my features.

Locksmith smiled in recognition when he saw me turn the corner so I guess my attempt at disguise hadn't fooled him but, ever the gentleman, he pulled the door open for me so that I could enter without pause and so minimize my exposure out on the open street. Once inside I took off my shades and was stunned to find myself in a bright store that seemed to be full of racks and shelves holding, well, I wasn't too sure what they were holding but for sure they didn't look like the books I was expecting to see and I told him so, "Hey, I thought you said this was a bookstore!"

He sniggered at my display of supposed naivety which wasn't far from the truth for indeed it was the first time I had been in one of these places but, no worries, he said, "Let me give you the tour!

He steered me toward the interior of the shop and I looked around and saw things that I recognized and many other items which although I had never seen before, left no doubts as to their pleasurable purpose. Indeed, their packaging screamed out as to their use. There were racks covering a complete wall which were filled with DVDs all having the most explicit pictures on the covers that left little to the imagination (I recognised one or two of the titles from the visit to my Landlord). An aisle was given over to vibrators and garishly colored dildos of every shape and size and I felt myself go weak at the knees at the thought of using some of the larger models. The locksmith picked up a particularly large box, nudged my arm and said with a laugh, "You ought to try this one. It says you can fill it with jizz and spray it any time you like!"

I dismissed the suggestion with as much dignity as I could muster but had to admit to myself that the idea had merit. Perhaps I might return some other time when I had some spare cash and in need of a treat.

There were a few other peple in the store and I could see that they were amused at the sight of him pointing out this and that and how he was steering me toward the back of the store. It didn't take too long before we stood in front of a line of closets that looked like a line of restrooms and I turned to see that some of the guys were taking even more of an interest in us. I turned my attention back and could see that some of the cubicles had doors, others had just a curtain hanging closing the gap. Locksmith said to me, "Got any money?"

I said, "What for?"

"Your gonna need it to work the video."

"No, I've got no money."

He sighed and shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a handful of coins. He extracted a few Quarters, pushed me inside one of the booths which was secured with a curtain and said, "Get comfortable, I'll be your first customer!"

I waited a few moments to let my eyes adjust to the gloom and saw that the booth was sparsely furnished with just a stool secured to the back wall and when I turned around I could see a TV screen mounted above the doorway. On the side wall a metal box with a coin slot and on the adjacent shelf a box of tissues. Intrigued, I followed the instruction sheet pasted on the wall, pushed in a Quarter and instantly a porno movie started to play on the screen above my head. I sat back on the stool and the action being played out immediately got my attention. It was very reminiscent of the movie that Sam, my landlord, had shared and instantly had the same effect on me as I looked at a stiff cock sliding in and out of a wet pussy.

The next thing that caught my attention was movement to my right side. I hadn't noticed it before such was my haste to sit down but there in the wall was a hole that had tape padding around the edges and through the hole I saw something beginning to poke through. I took my eyes off the screen and it took me no time at all to recognize the familiar sight of Locksmith's cock head; there was no mistaking it, surely nobody else could have a purple plum the likes of that which I had enjoyed when he had visited last Week! It was confirmed when I heard his voice, "Come on girl, suck it."

I obliged.

"Yeah, that's it bitch, just like that …"

It took no time at all for me to realize what I had gotten myself into, the most marvellous situation whereby I could seek and suck cocks without fear of being recognized. I didn't realize at the time that what I was taking advantage of what was called a 'glory hole'. He told me afterwards that was its name, after that is, he had cum in my mouth. He told me that if I cared to remain sitting there that others would follow him and they would do the same … if that's what I wanted.

I wanted.

The next guy was white (no guessing how I knew that!) and he seemed to have no compulsion about sticking his cock through the hole that was still sticky from Locksmith's emission. I certainly had no hesitation in accepting the invite to take hold of the cute stiff little prick and I marveled that guys could be so different beneath their pants. His less than impressive size made no difference to me gaining my enjoyment and after a few minutes of me sucking and licking he obligingly announced, "Oh shit, I gonna cum," … as if that was a bad thing! I continued to apply myself and was gratified to have him spurt his load over my tits which were now exposed because I had taken the opportunity of the gap between Locksmith's departure and the arrival of this new guy to take off my blouse and to have pulled my bra down. I shuddered with pleasure as I felt the hot cum hit my chest to then dribble down.

I think there were four separate guys who took advantage of me sitting in that booth that night, I lost count but once the visits stopped I wiped myself off, pulled my blouse back on and nervously stood up and left the booth. I don't know what I was expecting but it was certainly a surprise to find that I was on my own, no sign of the locksmith, and the only other occupant of the store was the guy sitting behind the cash register. He looked up as I made my way to the exit said without conviction, "Thanks for your visit and have a great evening and see you soon ..!"

He was correct on both counts. I did have a great evening and he did see me again soon.


In contrast, I never did see the Locksmith again but that didn't matter to me for I didn't need him now I had found an alternative source to service my pleasures. Andrew continued to concentrate on his job and at the same time apologized to me for 'neglecting' me. I told him that he didn't need to be so concerned; that what he was doing was for the moment more important than anything else and, anyway, that I was kinda busy myself and had plenty to keep me occupied and that, jokingly, "I'm hardly missing you at all .. !"

He was relieved; I felt sort of guilty that I was deceiving him so. He made me feel even worse when he tried to lighten the mood by referring once again to the 'getting married thing'. This time he took the subject a bit further by saying that he had noticed the Bridal shop down the street and that maybe I might take an interest in the gowns they had there. I responded enthusiastically and said something like, "Yes, I have often looked in their window and had been having similar thoughts in that direction…"

Obviously, I didn't mention that the store was located across the street from the Bookshop and that my thoughts had been had been more directed at how perverse it would be to be wearing a White Wedding Gown and to be in the bookstore and being fucked by a Black cock.

Andrew looked at my serene face as I mulled over the fantasy and took my expression as being one of a bride-to-be thinking on matters related to wedded bliss. Oh, how little he knew what I was really thinking but have to add that he did appreciate my enthusiasm when we got to bed later.


to be continued.