This is a follow up to Saturday Night Showcase; readers must be aware, there are multiple sex scenes in this story and the story is long.
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It seemed that Saturday wouldn't come fast enough and only two thoughts crossed my mind:
The Glory Hole and Mr. Stoneheart.
Every few minutes, the thoughts combined and I imagined worshipping his cock. Wordlessly expressing my gratitude for my new job, begging to feel his cum on my tits again and silently willing him to fuck me.
I don't think that I've ever wanted anyone more than I wanted him right now.
There was something mysterious about him that made me want to get closer to him than any other man. Here I was, staring at the ceiling and all I could think about was him.
Thoughts flickered across my mind, his lips, his face, his cock and the way it twitched as my lips wrapped around his cockhead. He showed an impressive level of restraint, which shows experience. And just the way he forced his cock down my throat, yanking on my ponytail, Mmm. As my thoughts ran wild in my head, my nipples hardened, my hands were beneath the sheets, inching close, but not quite where they needed to be. I like to build up excitement, the anticipation is the best part.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I went straight for my pussy, attacking my clit with my left hand and teasing my hole with my right hand, circling my opening with a finger, dipping it in and reluctantly pulling it out. Slowly, I pushed my finger inside, moaning softly. This felt so good. I pressed on my clit, rubbing in circles and bucking my hips as I slid another finger into my pussy. Another flash, my tongue rolling over his tip, I started moving my fingers faster, curling them inside and pressing in harder on my clit. I felt the fastest orgasm I've ever had building and I forced myself to stop.
I leaned over to my special drawer in my nightstand, feeling around for my 7" ribbed dildo. Panting, I closed the drawer and laid back, continuing the assault on my clit and opened my mouth, licking all of the bumps on my dildo. I slid it into my mouth, sucking on it deeply, feeling the tip of it poke the back of my throat each time I slid it in and out of my mouth. I pulled the dildo out of my mouth, gasping for air, as I pressed even harder on my clit and rubbed the, now slick, dildo across my nipples. I shivered, as the bumps and ridges rubbed against my stiff nipples. All I could think was, this feels so good. But good was an understatement, good had nothing on this feeling; another flash, him sucking on my cum-soaked fingers, this sent chills down my spine. He likes how I taste.
Between the teasing and the flashbacks, my body ached for release. I smeared my spit down my body, dragging the dildo closer to where I needed it the most. I stopped the clit attacks long enough to rub the ridges on the tip again my clit, moaning loudly and with no warning, swiftly brought it from my clit, plunging it straight into my pussy causing me to scream out with intense pleasure, I needed this. I started pumping it in and out of my pussy and put my fingers back, rubbing my clit in between my thumb and my forefinger, driving myself wild. I forced my dildo further into my pussy than I was used to, hitting my g-spot. Holy hell it felt beautiful. I pulled it almost all the way out and slammed it back in grinding it in. This time, feeling the pressure build even greater than before, I let it happen, furiously rubbing and pinching my clit while fucking my wet, sopping cunt, I came hard.
As I came down from my high, still squirting and soaking my bedsheets, I fell in to a sweet, blissful sleep. Leaving that dildo in my pussy.
I woke up hearing an unfamiliar ring.
My new work phone.
I had hoped that I didn't sound as groggy as I felt.
"Hello, this is Janie," I answered, faking my best I'M AWAKE! voice.
I heard a familiar gasp and a raspy whisper, "Oh, fuck."
The recognition was clear, but it was obvious that I wasn't supposed to hear that, so, I pretended not to.
"Hello?" I repeated, "Who is this?" Oh, I knew who it was.
In the midst of me stalling, he seemed to recover. "Hello, Janelle, this is Mr. Stoneheart."
My heart skipped a beat and suddenly I was very aware of my wet, stuffed pussy.
I casually cleared my throat, "Mr. Stoneheart, hi." And then I remembered, "How can I help you, sir?"
"I was calling to make sure you remember your shift tonight."
My brain was screaming, HOW COULD I FORGET? But I had to keep my cool.
"Of course, sir." I cheerfully replied.
I'm pretty sure I could feel his smile, "Good. At the bar at 6 o' clock then."
Uh...what? "Wait, sir. 6 o' clock? My shift doesn't start until 8."
He just chuckled darkly then he composed himself, "I will see you at six. Understood?"
I nodded. And then I remembered he couldn't see me, "Yes, sir."
I knew the conversation was over, but I couldn't bring myself to hang up first. Mr. Stoneheart sighed and then hung up.
I put the phone down and exhaled deeply. It was only 12:30 in the afternoon and I planned to get a few things down before tonight.
I reached down, reluctantly pulling the dildo from my pussy, licking it as clean as I could and then smiled; feeling more awake.
I walked into my bathroom and turned on the shower to lukewarm; not cold, but I didn't want the heat for any more excitement, I'm saving that for the bar. I cleaned myself and my dildo. Then I got out and dried my skin, wrapping my hair in a towel as I ventured into my closet.
Yes, I know, they can't see me in the glory hole, but I still wanted to look good. I pulled out some sexy, black lingerie. The bra and thong were lined with lace and they came with fishnet, thigh-high stockings. The bra fit beautifully around my big, round tits and the thong fit snug in between my thick ass cheeks. This felt wonderful, I felt sexy, but I couldn't go like this.
I browsed a selection of outfits and dresses until I finally stopped at a retro-style, form-fitting, white satin dress, with a sweetheart neckline, lined with black lace. Taking the dress of the hanger, I put it on, pulling the dress over my DD breasts and smoothening the dress over my small waist and thick ass. I grabbed my black pumps with the red soles and headed back into the bathroom to curl my hair, letting my hair cascade over my shoulders like a waterfall. I sat on the counter to do some minor make-up. Red-wine colored lipstick and black mascara. I blotted my lipstick and bat my eyelashes before turning out the light.
I headed back to my room, placing my dildo back into my drawer, grabbed my purse, schedule, work phone and personal cell and a few hair ties, knowing I'd want to put my hair up at some point during the night. On my way out of the house, I grabbed a light jacket, I didn't think I'd need it in 70 degrees but, better safe than sorry. I checked the time. Only 3 o'clock. I got into my truck, my sweet Chevy Silverado, and drove to a nail salon, I got a mani-pedi in red wine colored polish to match my lipstick. It was beautiful and time seemed to be moving so slow, 4:30 pm. Maybe I was too excited for my first night, maybe if I didn't want to do anymore the time would go by faster. All of the cocks, every possible flavor of cum. My thoughts were clouded as I got back into my truck. There's only one other place I know I'd never want to leave. The drive felt eternal, as it always does. I pulled into a parking space next to a cozy and sensuous, massage and spa. 4:47 pm. I need to stop checking the time.
I sigh like I always do entering this place, suddenly I'm aware of all the tensions in my body. Tiana, the receptionist, looked cheery but bored and lit up as she saw me.
She squealed, "Thank you for calling Massage Jealousy, please hold."