Author's Note: Of the Lit stories I've written thus far, this is the fourth time I wrote a piece for someone else. A creation composed with the first goal of pleasing them; the second pleasing you, the reader.
Sometimes scenarios or situations take place that can offend readers. I get it. This story has black men in it. There is no intention to offend anyone in any way about different types of people. Apologies if anyone reading it feels that way.
But I'd add that if the idea of a big black cock referenced as an erotic turn on offends you, please exit this story now.
EXTENDED STAY
I'm still pissed off because we have to stay here for a month. It's day thirteen and I'm stuck--well, we're stuck--at the Common Inn, a less than ideal extended stay motel on the edge of Smallville. If my blowhard husband knew how to properly do his job, we'd have been home last week.
He needs someone to come along in his life who will put him in his place.
Mr. All High and Mighty. Ham--I call him behind his back.
He's gone all day while I sit in this dumpy place with nothing to do. One of the reasons I call it dumpy is because there are two quarter-sized unrepaired holes in the wall: one in the bathroom adjacent to the toilet and the other conspicuously a straight shot across the small room from the king size bed. I can't tell if the bathroom hole is from a (former) fixture; plus it's dark on the other side. But the bedroom hole--if I didn't know any better--almost seems like a purposely placed 'glory-type' hole. Gross. I filled both with tissue paper the minute I discovered them.
*Neighbors*
The highlight of my day is taking out the trash. Of the three dudes next door, one of them is always home. Whenever I step outside to do anything, even empty the garbage, I can see a crack in the curtain suggesting I'm being peered at. At first I was creeped out, but as each guy eventually introduced themselves--and the fact that all three (Brad, Simon & Clarence) are very good looking--I have come to enjoy getting checked out. Did I mention all three are black? Not that it matters, but there is allure to each one of them and their fit trim hard bodies and attractive faces has made me curious about the legendary tales about the size of black cocks.
I think I'm fairly good looking. I'm a tiny bit overweight but I'm regularly admired for my large breasts. I wear my chestnut brunette hair straight at shoulder length--unless I'm working out in a power ponytail--with bangs down to my eyebrows. I have dark brown eyes. Guys like my butt, too. I can tell they stare at it.
So on day thirteen as I take out the trash I actually put on makeup, a low cut blouse and a short skirt. I see the curtain crack on the way to the dumpster and Clarence just happens to be taking out his trash as I begin to return to my door.
"Oh hey, hi." he says.
"Hi Clarence. What are you up to today?"
"Heading to work at noon. Pardon me for saying so, but you look nice today."
"Thank You, I...er..."
I've never stuttered in my life, but with my heart pounding and my cheeks flush from the unexpected nice comment from Clarence, I didn't know what to say next and re-entered the hotel room.
*A Change In Scenery*
I sat on the bed overcome by horniness and slipped a hand inside my panties which were already moist. As I looked up imagining Clarence naked and watching me, I saw the tissue covered hole across from the bed. Then I made a decision I probably shouldn't have, but fuck...I'm bored...and I shouldn't have to just be sitting here. This decision could substantially change the future of our temporary stay, but I felt like it's just a little bit of payback to my husband Ham for putting me...us...in this dump for a month.
I got up and walked over to the tissued hole and removed this flimsy barrier thereby removing my potential masturbatory privacy.
I thought my heart was pounding before. Fuck. Now it was downright racing!
I sat on the bed with my back against the headboard and spread my legs. I slipped my hand back inside my panties and began circling my clit with my saliva-wet index finger. My eyes were transfixed on the quarter sized hole directly across from me while I fantasized about being watched. My orgasm came on very quickly as I was so fucking horny thinking about performing in front of a stranger.
And I wasn't quiet about it. But I couldn't help it. I'm loud when I orgasm.
I had closed my eyes just before and during the contractions. When I opened them I could swear that the hole directly across from me was dark suggesting I was being watched.
But it returned to light so quickly I was second guessing what I thought I saw. I'm pretty sure Clarence just saw me masturbate to an orgasm.
The thought was reinforced even more when he left for work and spoke just outside our door.
"See you later, Lois."
I couldn't talk or push out a response. I was excited at what happened, but my brain was still processing it all.
He didn't just say good bye. He said see you later. Like maybe suggesting he would see me again. The next time I masturbated. Like he saw me earlier and he was telling me he'd see me later.
*Making a Scene*
The next day, when I emptied the garbage, it was Simon who was milling around just outside the three fellas door.
"Where is Clarence this morning?" I asked, pretending to be all nonchalant.
"He had to work a double shift."
Shit, I thought. I was so horny thinking about masturbating for Clarence again, I decided I'd just go for it in front of Simon. I was thinking that if I could determine Simon was watching, I'd know Clarence did. You know, if roommates talk then Simon will read the situation and show up to the peephole.
Before removing my clothes, I removed the tissue from covering the hole.
I slid right up onto the bed from directly across the hole in the wall and lubricated my preferred masturbatory middle finger. As I quickly started moaning softly I slightly opened my eyes.
I saw! I could tell! Simon was watching!
I burst into orgasm with my brain more turned on than my vagina. I screamed Clarence's name while cumming either on accident or on purpose...I'm not sure.
*Turn down the Music*
It's the eve of day fourteen, and my husband Devin came very home late. I thought it was because of his deadlines, but when he came in the door smelling of cheap beer I was nonplussed. I had been listening to loud rap music through the thin walls of our three neighbors and getting tired of the pulsing bass beat that made it difficult to focus on anything.
"Go next door and tell them to turn down their very loud music," I told him.
When he came back he looked stressed and agitated. He entered our room and swiftly shut our door as if he was being chased.
"What happened?!"
"I can't make them stop. Some terse words were exchanged. I probably said some things I shouldn't have."
"Go complain to the apartment manager."
"I can't. Not tonight. We're just going to have to wear ear plugs, I guess."
*Planning Ahead*
The next morning, before I took out the trash, there was a knock on our door. I looked through the peephole and saw Clarence standing there. I had just finished showering.
There goes my heartbeat again. I realized its internal thumping was just like the bass to the rap music last night.
"Just a minute...!" I called out.
What should I put on?! I can't answer the door naked. I threw on my husband's gross terry cloth robe making sure there was plenty of cleavage from my large breasts showing.
"Hey, sorry to bother you, but this package was delivered to us by mistake."
"Oh my, okay, thanks."
"Lois, if you don't mind me saying so, you look good in everything you wear."
I needed to change the subject quickly before my mind got out of hand.
"Gee, thanks Clarence. Hey, sorry about my husband last night. He can be a little bit of a dick when he's drunk."
"Ah, it's okay. I bet he is a little dick when he is sober, too. He seems kind of full of himself. Just an observation."
"Well, he could benefit from being put in his place," I offered up without thinking before I spoke.
"Well, then send him over to quiet the music again tonight and I'll see to it that he gets a little comeuppance. Until then, I hope you enjoy your day."
As I closed the door, I checked out the package. It had overnight labels all over it with no unit number, so I'm guessing it went to the front desk.
I hadn't ordered anything. Why wouldn't Devin have told me if he ordered something?
Fuck it. I'm opening it.
*A Big Thing In A Small Package*
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
The minute I saw what was inside, my eyes shifted to our bedroom peep hole to check if the tissue was stuffed in it. It was. Whew. The neighbor's peephole was covered at the moment.
Inside the box was a huge black suction cup dildo!
The package was taunting me; it's contents calling me.
I could only conceive of one way this dildo got ordered 'overnight' and that concept was that Clarence bought it. For me! He knows. He's been watching just like Simon watched yesterday.
If I fucked myself with this massive tool in front of the viewing hole, I've conceded and acknowledged this entire connection. And I've possibly even extended an invitation. Shit.
Upon walking over to the dresser, I practiced attaching the suction end to the clothing door at an angle where I could insert it on my knees so the viewing hole would be able to see everything. Finding the right angle was challenging. But after experimenting a bit, I came up with a decent position. I want to go for it. I can worry about the consequences later. It was just my little way...ha, ha...big way of getting back at Ham for leaving me stuck in Smallville and not focusing enough on MY needs.
*Almost As Good As the Real Thing*
The only thing in my suitcase that would suffice for lubrication was vaseline. Not ideal, but if Clarence was leaving for work at noon, I didn't want to lose my opportunity.
I slathered the petroleum jelly thickly all up and down the shaft. Having not used a dildo since we got married, I wanted to ensure I could slide and ride without much resistance.
For a brief moment, I felt like I was masturbating the toy with my hands when I stroked the lubricant onto the shaft and thought about how nice a large cock felt in my fists--even though it was fake.
Well here goes nothing, I thought to myself as I removed the tissue from the viewing hole.
