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The knock came as I took my first sip from my third glass. Sighing, I stood and walked to the door; the sight through the peephole evoked a different sigh.

“Massage,” she said when I opened the door.

“I didn’t order a massage,” I said.

“A special gift from the hotel, sir, for the birthday boy.”

“That’s…a surprise.”

“All part of our new charm offensive.”

Staring into her brown eyes, I replied, “Which I’d wager you spearhead.”

Smiling in pleased surprise, she pushed the door open and rolled her massage table into the room before I could decide yea or nay, and gulping, I closed the door. “It’s a shame you have to spend your birthday in your hotel room, sir,” she said.

“Call me Henry.”

She smiled. “Call me Linda.”

“And what do they call you at home?”

“You couldn’t pronounce it.”

“Try me.”

She said something fearsome and laughed at my short stammer and long silence. “But usually they call me Linda too.” I laughed as well as she looked closely at my bottle, then at me.

“Would you like a glass of scotch?”

“More than you can imagine.”

I poured her a glass and we clinked them together, and she swallowed half in one gulp.

“Now now, that’s just wasting it,” I grinned.

She smiled, “True. I promise I’ll savor the rest. Now, I’ll go in the bathroom while you undress and get on the table.”

“That’s not necessary,” I smiled.

Her eyes goggled and she replied, “Oh, it certainly is. Policy as well as prudence.”

She returned when I said I was in position, and she began massaging my shoulders. As she began working my muscles, she asked, “So why are you in a hotel room on your birthday?”

“Work requirement. I was the only one who could come.”

“Poor boy, all alone. Not even a girlfriend.”

“True, all alone.”

“At home too?”

“Oh no, I have a wife.”

“Ooooh. And you left her all alone at home. On your birthday. A loving wife would have met you.”

“True.”

We chuckled and she said, “And so you’re here…”

“Yes.”

We talked as she massaged my back, then when I turned over, she glanced sharply down at the pole in my towel and blinked, then shrugged and began massaging my shoulders. A little too casually, she said, “So, you like Asian women.” I nodded and she chuckled. “Sorry I’m not the willowy waif.”

“You look perfect. Just like my wife.”

She glanced at me with rounded lips and said, “So no wonder you like me.”

I chuckled, “Damn straight.”

She continued the massage, ending at my feet half an hour after she had started. She looked at me closely and then leaned in. “That was courtesy of the hotel. I offer more thorough massages for a decent price. I could make this a very special birthday for you.”

Feeling sick and naughty and horny as hell, I nodded. “Anything.”

She chuckled. “Okay, you owe me fifty dollars.” She lifted her top over her head and let her breasts swing free, then stripped off the bottom and stepped out of her panties. Her body was solid and brown, the triangle thick and woolen, and just like when I saw my wife at home, I started throbbing with desire. She chuckled at the throbbing of the tent and said, “I don’t know whether to give you a discount for liking brown girls so much, or charge all the market will bear.”

She slipped the towel aside and smiled, “All this for dear little me?” As she reached down and pulled out her lotion, she glanced at me from the side of her eye and smiled, “Don’t be shy. You were just going to jerk it tonight anyway, right?” I nodded. She chuckled, “So it doesn’t really matter whose hand does it, right?”

At that moment it didn’t, so I just nodded.

“How many times did you plan to come tonight? Missing your dear old wife and all?”

“Probably five.”

She grinned, “Challenge accepted. Two hundred per, the fifty will count toward number one.”

After a second, I nodded. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“You think with your cock. Sometimes that’s rewarded.” She poured oil on my cock and ran her fingertips along it. “Rewarded abundantly and joyously.” She watched with a slight smile as she lightly fingered my cock, slicking it up and inspecting it critically before saying, “I’m the best whore you’ll ever meet, you know. A consummate professional, with a consummately professional sense of discretion. This will be all ours and only ours, and you will never forget it. And if I may say so, your cock deserves nothing less. That is a fine implement of love and war.”

As she stroked harder, she said, “Of course, for that sum, I will love you loooong time.” We chuckled and she grasped me in her hand. “So let me lead. Let me give you the birthday to remember.”

I nodded and watched closely as she played light and loose-fingered with my shaft. “I do love playing with cocks, you know. Ever since I was in high school.” She stroked my shaft with her fingertips as I stared raptly at her. “My senior year was the first time I ever played with one. Plump brown girls don’t get much attention, you know. Not worthwhile attention. But there was one boy, my friend for three years, and I had gotten such a crush on him. I was studying at his house one afternoon, in his room, and he was lying back on his bed like you are. I looked up and saw his pants bulging against gravity. Just standing straight up. Like a khaki Halloween ghost.”

We laughed and she rubbed the oil a little harder into my skin, and then poured some more into her palm. She wrapped that hand around my shaft as she circled the tip of my cock with the index finger of her other hand. “I knew in the abstract what hard cocks were all about, you know, but in my family that’s all I ever had the chance to learn. Since I had perfect grades, by that time I was allowed a little freedom for studying. Of course, my mother thought I was with my BFF Cindy. Me, I just liked the freedom out from under her beck and call, even just a little. And suddenly I saw that, just there, this hard fact. Rock-solid hard fact, and I was intrigued, and that’s a fact.”

“Rock-solid.”

She laughed. “Except for its twitching, of course. That was new. And completely unexpected. And the poor guy was oblivious of the effect he was having on me. He was staring at his textbook. Biology, of course. Looking at a line drawing of…well, you can guess.”

By this time she had me firmly in hand; I wanted nothing more than to enact that line drawing with her and to hell with the world. She continued, “So, he was probably wishing he could do to himself what I’m doing to you, and I was certainly wishing to learn what to do with his, just like what I’m going to do with yours. You have to understand, I was such a good girl. I’d never even come once. Whenever I got wet, I’d just wait for it to pass.” We laughed and she smiled as my right hand grasped her left hip; she nodded, “Yes, that’s good for now. We don’t want you too excited.”

I caressed along her left side from her hip to her armpit and down to her knee, lightly, leisurely, restraining myself as I listened. She continued, “He looked up suddenly and said, ‘I gotta go pee.’ I said, ‘You peed ten minutes ago.’ He sort of stared at the corner and sighed. I was curious and felt really funny in my belly. Probably a bit like you do now.” I chuckled as she reached down with her left hand to stop my hand from reaching her breast. She shook her head curtly and stopped stroking me.

“Don’t want you to explode too soon now. —So, anyway, I said, ‘Whatcha readin’?’ He blinked and said, ‘Reproduction.’ I got up and sat next to him on the bed and peeked at his book, and sure enough, there was the little line drawing of his tentpole standing up nice and firm, with the limp form shown by a dashed line, and all the tubes marked out and everything. ‘So complicated,’ I said. ‘To think that’s inside us. Well, you,’ and I blushed at the thought of it inside me too. I then peeked on the other page where my parts were shown, and which he had been staring at.”

She glanced down and held my snake firmly in her grasp, squeezing without stroking, and smiled as my hand stroked her side, feeling her ribs under my fingers. “He was embarrassed and I was shy, so we sat there silently for a minute. He was throbbing like wild, I could see out of the corner of my eye, and I felt like I was drowning in my panties.

“So, after what seemed like forever, probably two minutes, I asked, ‘Does it really do that? Like in the drawing?’ He was still nervous but said, ‘Yeah, oh yeah.’ Of course, I could see that it did.” We chuckled, and she continued as she looked down at my cock, “So I got up some more courage and said, ‘The outline doesn’t show much.’ He just laughed and nodded. ‘What does it feel like when it does that?’

“‘Like I’m about to explode. Like it’s the only thing in the world. The only part of my body. Like if I don’t do anything I’m going to die.’ ‘So what do you do then?’ I asked, and he chuckled, ‘You read that part of the book.’ ‘Yeah, but you don’t have a wife, so what do you do then?’

“He laughed really hard for a second and said, ‘I pretend.’ I knew a little about that but no details, so I was genuinely curious, ‘How?’ ‘I use my hand.’ I nodded, ‘Yeah, but, I mean, how?’ He was genuinely curious too: ‘What do you mean “How”? You don’t know?’ I just shook my head and he laughed and said, ‘Do you want to see? For class?’ I blinked and nodded like a bobble-head, and he said, ‘Okay, but you have to show me too.’ I almost said, ‘Show you what?!?’ but figured I didn’t want to seem too ignorant.”

She looked down and pulled the towel back on top of my staff and said, “So, he said, ‘Well, okay, so, I pull my pants down.’ I nodded and he watched me as I watched him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants and slip them down to his ankles, and I stared at the massive bulge under his boxers. And then he pulled them down and this enormous throbbing black snake stood up, so much realer…so much more physical than any stupid line drawing. He was about nine inches, but it seemed like two feet long, and I just stared. And stared. And he said, ‘So, I do this.’ He rubbed his fingers along the shaft and said, ‘I start like this, while I think about some girl, and then I hold it like this.’”

She had pulled the towel down and chuckled as I sprang up fully erect. She had run her fingertips along the shaft in time with the story, and now she grasped it firmly. “I watched as he grabbed himself like this and started pounding, just whacking away. ‘I really need it so my balls don’t explode in my pants.’ I gasped and said, ‘Do they do that?’ He chuckled, ‘Well, no, but they get really sick and throw up until they feel better.’ I stared and said, ‘They throw up?’ He said, ‘Yeah, oh God, like this,’ and he thrust up and this massive stream of white goo shot out of the tip, spraying all over his shirt and his black belly and then dribbling all over his hand as he emptied his balls for me. Streak after streak, and he moaned the whole time, pounding away like a madman.”

She had stopped stroking and let me calm down before continuing. “So he said, ‘That’s cum. That’s semen, my seed.’ I asked, ‘Do you always get that much?’ ‘Oh, God no,’ he said. ‘And usually I go soft after that.’ However, he was still hard and I asked, ‘So is something wrong?’ ‘Oh no, it’s all right. It’s just I have an audience.’ I blushed, and then I blushed more when he added, ‘An audience who has to show me hers.’

“So, I looked again at the dribbling streaks all over his shirt and belly, and he stripped off his shirt and wiped up, and sat up with this expectant look like a hungry lion. And I was too scared to move, but after what he had showed me, I knew I had to show him. So I stood up and pulled off my shorts and sat at the foot of the bed.”

Here she let loose my cock and settled at the foot of the massage table, where she spread her thighs to let me see the swollen wet lips within the thicket of black. She continued, “He just stared at me, like I was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen, a work of art, an idol of sexiness, for the first time in my life, and he said, ‘Why don’t you take off your top too?’

“Sure, why not, I thought, and so I did and undid my bra and he just stared at my tits. I stared down at his cock, which was throbbing again, and drops were dripping out of the tip. I knew he was going to show me his seed again, and I wanted that more than anything in the world, even though I would have to do something so dirty, so so dirty. So I pulled off my panties and spread my thighs and watched him as he stared at the most private part of me, just like I had seen his most private secrets. And though I didn’t really know what I was doing, I knew he’d watch anything I did. And soon I knew exactly what to do. I had never felt anything so good and so dirty all at once, rubbing my little toy as he stared and stared. I got wetter and wetter and my lips got thick and wet, and soon I rubbed my little nub with one finger as I ran two fingers inside my lips.

“I think I lasted two minutes, and I suddenly fell into a warm sea, washing all over me, and all I could hear was my fingers squishing in my juices. And my body just thrust everywhere, like a gymnast or something, and after a minute I just collapsed. And when I opened my eyes I saw him still staring at me, all of me, and he wasn’t disgusted in the least about what I had done. Just staring with this look of…admiration…and awe…just amazed.

“I said, ‘Aren’t you going to do it again?’ He said, ‘I thought you should. You inspired this.’ I asked, ‘It’ll be all right? You won’t mind?’ because it was his secret, you know.” We laughed for several seconds and she continued, “So he said, ‘No, I won’t mind,’ and I sat next to him and he rolled over a little so it was pointing at me…” and here she rose and stood next to me and reached down, “…and I touched it and ran my fingers all over it as it twitched for me, and soon he reached down and felt my lower lips.”

Here she took my hand and placed it on her pubis, letting me run my fingers within her lips and slowly enter her sodden tunnel. She moaned, “Yes, like that. God yes.” She grasped my cock and continued as she stroked me vigorously, “So I finally felt his black python. It was velvety soft and hard as steel at the same time and so fun to play with. He was breathing like crazy as he rubbed me softly to see how I reacted, and soon we had the same rhythm. He lay back as I crouched on his hand, and soon his fingers were deep inside me, all the way in, and I boiled over just as he lost control and fucked my fist, and I stared at all the juice shooting out of him as I pleasured my first man.”

I bucked up under her fist and her story as she rode my fingers to a mutual climax that tore screams from both of us, my spurts matching her squeals. Temporarily emptied, I stared up at her, so like my wife in appearance yet so different in her manner, as she caught her breath and then ran her fingers through my cum. “After we came, I played with his cum like this, feeling it, amazed at what I had made his snake spit out. It had brought him so much pleasure, and at the same time it could give me a baby if it went anywhere near where he kept his fingers. He was still rubbing inside me, you know, keeping me hot and wet, and with his other hand he reached up and pulled me down and gave me my first kiss.” She laughed, “That’s right, the first time I ever touched a boy was his cock, and my first kiss was after my first orgasm and the first orgasm I ever gave. And as we kissed, he got hard again, and he sucked on my breasts as he kept rubbing me.”

She looked down and smiled, “You’re as hard as he got again. I played with him again and he moaned, and I asked, ‘Is this good?’ He nodded and thrust up against my hand, so I asked, ‘What does it feel like?’ He said, ‘Like heaven. Well, not heaven, because that’s what you feel like,’ and I giggled as his fingers wiggled and said, ‘You can’t go to heaven. If I got a baby I’d get sent to hell.’”

We laughed and she continued, stroking me lightly, “I brought him off once more and came twice more myself, and then we just lay there kissing and smiling until it was nearly time for his mother to get home. Before I left I said, ‘We can’t tell anyone. My family would kill me.’ He nodded and I asked if he’d done that before. He ducked the question so I figured he had, but it didn’t matter like I thought it would. I then asked how often he did it by himself, and he said twice or three times a day, and I said, ‘I’ll do it now. All mine.’ He laughed and said, ‘There’s other things you can do, you know.’ ‘No, I don’t know,’ I said, so he looked in his closet for a minute and pulled out two magazines and a book and put them in my backpack and said, ‘Homework.’”

We laughed as she stared down at me, and she then looked down at the head of my cock peeking out purple above her fist. “It still seems a little odd to see a white cock in my hand instead of his black velvet, but it feels just as good. Is this as good as you get at home?”

“Even better.”

“And it really turns you on, doesn’t it? Secret sex away from home with your little golden-brown whore?”

I nodded, “Yes.”

“Dirty and guilty and wrong, right?” I nodded again, and she smiled, “Just like I felt playing with the black python. And reading about all the things we could do and getting wet and rubbing the fire out three or five times a night. And staring at my little pussy in the mirror as I rubbed her raw. After a week I knew every wrinkle and tint, and by that time I also knew every millimeter of his cock. Every way it twitched as I played with it, and every way to use my hand to make it spray for me.”

She looked me in the eye and said, “But you want more than another whack for your money. Just like he wanted more than a whack after the first week. By then I’d memorized his book and the letters in his magazines, and so when we got to his house that afternoon, on our one-week anniversary, I let him take off my top and suck on my breasts while I unbuttoned and unzipped him and stripped him naked below the waist, and then after I played with him a few minutes I tried out my first lesson. He was irritated for a second when I pulled away, but I knelt between his legs and took out some cooking oil—cooking oil!—and lubed him up. He just stared at me with pure desire as I wrapped these babies around his beautiful snake.”

She sat up and pulled a bottle from a pouch on the side of the massage table and stood at the end of it, rising up to where her breasts were at the right height to envelop me. “Men do love my tits. It’s always fascinating to watch a man go to pieces between them. Some of them go even crazier than when they’re in my cunt.” She lubed me up and squeezed her breasts tight around them to get a feel, poured some more lube in her cleavage, and wrapped them around me again.

She looked down as she began rocking forwards and back and smiled, “That first time I was amazed at how white my pillows looked around his throbbing black velvet pole. Now I’m amazed at how brown they look around this beautiful pink pillar. And he stared at them as hard as you are. He was just as much a tit man as you are, and just like you, he loved my golden brown tits. Don’t you?”

“God yes.”

“You love having golden brown skin against you, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why is that, I wonder? Just because I’m a whore who’ll love you long time?” I frowned at hearing that yet again and she smiled, “Why the look? We’ve long since established that’s exactly what I am tonight. You’re going to pay for the services of the best whore in town, and I’m going to be worth every goddamn penny you pay for the privilege. And you’re going crazy right now knowing you’re getting it better with this golden brown whore than you ever had with your golden brown Madonna, right?”

I nodded speechless as the sick lust boiled inside me, and she smiled, “It turns you on so much. It turns me on just as much. To think a man will pay so much for what in many cases he could get for free! Just because I’m an actress, really. Acting, not faking, don’t get me wrong. I love what I’m doing, but I know how to show it, how to drive a man wild by showing what I’m feeling, and as he goes wild, it drives me wild. And men pay me hundreds of dollars to have orgasm after orgasm with them. And the orgasms I give them are worth every goddamn penny. That’s right, stare at my tits. They’re beautiful, and they want your cream so much. Coat them.”

She had teased me to the perfect pitch and smiled as I thrust up between her breasts in wild abandon, staring at their perfect golden brown roundness as the first spurt shot up to her neck. “Yes, that’s even further than his python spat!” The second and third landed in her hair on opposite sides, the second roping almost up to her scalp, and she laughed, “No man’s ever shot that far on me before! My hero!” The fourth surged thick and white almost to her chin, and the next five left a thick glaze on her breasts. The last two spat weakly to the top of her cleavage, and she pulled away to work the last drops out onto my belly.

“Wasn’t that the best you’ve ever done it?” I nodded in awe as she smiled and played with the fruit of her handiwork. “Better than at home?” I stared into her eyes and finally nodded, and she grinned. “Of course it was. So much cum! So many babies just lost their chance to be born. All your billions of tiny tiny sperm, all gave their lives so that you could have the greatest pleasure of your life. And it was so worth it, wasn’t it? A mere $200!”

“Yes, it was worth it.”

She shook so that her cum-coated breasts swung back and forth before me and smiled, “I think you even liked it more than he did that first time. He must have drenched them in five gallons of cum by the end of that year, even after I practiced my other lessons. He was such a tit man, just like you. Just like you, staring at his cum all over them as I rubbed it in and played with it for him, amazed at how easy it is to make a man drain all his cum with this, my plain plump brown body, and then get hard again watching me play with his seed.”

She glanced down, “Like that. Already hard again and about to start throbbing. But I was drenched by that time myself. I was drunk with the power my body held over him. All my life I was told it was dirty. Unseemly, anyway. All my life I learned that it was cute blonde girls who get all the interest and all the boys. And all the money. And here this gorgeous boy was in heaven between my breasts or in my hand, and even after he came three times, he’d still get hard just staring at my plump brown body. Golden brown. And that first time he stared at me like a dream.”

She started stroking me again and continued, “So I sat back and spread my thighs as he stared at my dripping tits and my cum-coated throat, and I rubbed my cunt raw for him. I held nothing back, and when I came he pushed me back and wrapped my tits around him again and fucked them raw, and his cum shot all over my face. I didn’t like that at all, but God, he loved it. You don’t get to do that, you know, for love nor money, no one does. Not after that.”

She glanced down at my cock and shrugged, “But you don’t want to know about that. I know what you want to hear about for your next $200. Oh yes, do I ever. Because it was what he wanted too.” She took a towel and wiped up my cum as she paused to think. “So many ways to kill his seed. That was what I thought of it as being, because I was always told that seed should only be used to fructify the womb. Sperm for babies. But there was no way I would let that happen, and there was no way I would give up draining his sperm. Killing his seed while nourishing our pleasure. It sounded so dirty and immoral. I loved it. It made me glow inside to think of the way I’d kill off so many sperm and they’d just grow back for more. Whole armies massacred between my tits, slaughtered on my belly, and soon I launched a new weapon of mass destruction.”

I laughed sickly as she chuckled. “Yes, it was a pretty perverse way of putting it, but that’s what happens when you twist sex around. It can make babies, sometimes, in some pairs of lovers, but it much more easily makes pleasure. So much joy, and the joy requires the death of billions of evolution’s foot soldiers. I was working through that little quandary.”

She crouched as she began stroking my cock again. “I’d read about everything, and masturbated to most of it. My head was filled with every perversion I could think of. That was back while it was still easy to feel guilty about just thinking about something I didn’t want to do in reality. So it took a while to decide if I wanted to do that. What would it taste like? Would I choke? Would he return the pleasure?”

After a pause she added, “And will you?” I nodded rapidly and she smiled, “Of course you will. Even if you never liked doing it, you’d do anything to lose an army down my gullet, wouldn’t you?” I nodded again and she smiled, “And I’ll bet you’ve never gotten that at home, have you?” I shook my head and she smiled, “Even when you do it for her. Am I right?” I nodded, and she said, “Lie back. Two weeks or so after I learned how to use my breasts, I finally realized fully that I wanted it too, and as he thrust up into my tits I bowed my head and licked the seed on the tip. He groaned at that, and so I continued licking. After a minute I let my tits drip away and concentrated on stroking him as I worked his head inside me. Just glorying in it as his seed drooled slowly into me. I managed to get about three inches inside me over the next ten minutes before he whispered he was coming. I sort of froze up even though I’d seen it so many times by then, and it took me by surprise. I knew he would love it if I swallowed it, so I did. I mostly avoided the taste too, which I really wasn’t expecting!”

We laughed and she said, “And after I swallowed all of it, I said it was his turn, and he dropped right into position and sucked me like he was born to it. God, it was incredible, even better than my fingers! So for the longest time after that he’d tit-fuck me first, then suck me off, then we’d sixty-nine two or three times. So you know what I expect now. And what you’ll get for your next $200. Infinitely better than for free at home.”

And with that she crouched above my face and lowered her beautiful pussy to me as I reveled in the feel of my cock in her mouth, and soon enough in her throat. I held her hips to keep her in position and feasted slowly on her like a connoisseur; she pulled away long enough to say, “Fuck, you eat cunt as well as he did! I’m gonna blow you like no man’s ever been blown before!” She then proceeded to keep her word, using her mouth and throat like a vagina and then a hand, and then both at once in the most exquisite treatment my cock had ever received.

I held off as she earned her money and an indelible place in my memories, my nose buried between her labia and into the mouth of her tunnel as my tongue and lips played with her clitoris, finding what she liked best and enjoying feeling the pleasure I was giving her. With a sudden shift of weight, she pulled away from my cock and bellowed into the air, her pussy spewing fluids all over my face as I held her in position and survived her pelvic pummeling of my face.

When she had recovered, I reached down and pushed down on her head. She chuckled and resumed gorging herself on my cock. She pulled away after ten minutes to say, “You may come now. Jaw’s getting tired.”

I simply pushed her head down again and moaned, “Suck it all! Swallow every drop!” She took me at my word and held her head in place as at the end I fucked up into her gullet and gave her the most satisfying load I had ever spewed, stream after stream of seed pumping straight into her stomach.

After she had used her lips and hands to suck out every last drop, she sighed happily and said, “That would have been worth it for free, but you did make an agreement.” We laughed and she added, “You give good suck. My beautiful brown cunt certainly inspired your worship.”

“Let me kiss you.”

“No, those are the only lips you get to kiss.” She rose and lay down beside me, and as she played with my cock in leisurely fashion, she said, “We of course followed the natural course of events, and after I had assured myself that condoms were effective enough to protect me from the risk of my family’s wrath, I let him inside me and entertained a man for the first time in my belly. But that story’s not for you, or for anyone, for love nor money. We had a glorious last semester and then a draining summer and then went our separate ways to college. And the first thing I did when I got to college was to get on the pill, since I had plans.”

She chuckled, “And my first month I was smitten by my photography instructor. Sexy as hell and the most arrogantly charming fucker you’ve ever seen. Perfect title for him, because he was always in the mood to fuck anyone and anything that came across his path. I didn’t realize I wasn’t special, I was just a warm muffin for him to pump his spunk into, and I was so flattered that he asked me to pose for him. Both before and after he pumped his spooge into my cunt, and my mouth, and all over by tits and belly.

“And he also made sure I got a job as the gallery attendant on campus with extra pay. So imagine my surprise a few months after he had let me down easy in his easy-going way to find that I was on display in the latest faculty exhibit. Wide open, cunt well and truly fucked in beautiful black and white, not a crevice of my lips hidden from the viewer’s gaze. And the rest of me, though my face was largely obscured. And while I was shocked to the core and disgusted at being used to advance his career, I also got so wet knowing all the men and women were turned on at seeing me. They would stand fascinated as I watched them in disgust, then with curiosity, then with the hottest fucking pride I’ve ever experienced. So after two weeks I got a button made that said, “Yes, that’s ME!” and wore it on my, natch, black turtleneck under my denim vest above my jet black shrt and jet black hose. My first night after I got it I saw this gorgeous man staring at it and I came over, and he looked at me like visitors always do, like I’m going to harass him for breathing within a yard of the artworks, and I just held his eyes and let my vest hang open, and I puffed out my chest in pride and watched his eyes goggle.

“‘I’m a masterpiece, aren’t I?’ I said to him. He nodded and I said, ‘We have a special program where the most appreciative visitors get to touch one artwork of their choice, all for the price of a small deposit in the bank.’ His eyes went wide and I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the back and let him ravish me. I’d never been the object of anonymous lust before, the eternal female for the temporary phallus, and I came repeatedly as he fucked the hell out of me. He lasted thirty minutes and made three fairly large deposits in my bank, and thank god for the pill!”

She had stroked me to full hardness by then and added, “Of course, I almost couldn’t walk home that night! And after that, whenever I was on duty, I’d watch the visitor’s guestbook, and whenever a visitor from out of town I fancied was there—it was a small, out-of-the-way hole in the wall in the art building and I worked mostly when the building was largely empty—I’d flash my button and soon they’d be flicking my button, then plunging to the depths of me, taking glorious unexpected pleasure in my belly, usually coming right after I had the most massive orgasms.

“And the most incredible was the night a newly-wed couple came in right before closing, looking around like they were killing time until it was time to kill a few more armies of sperm, and suddenly they just stood there staring, both of them, the woman harder even than the man. I walked over and did the usual chest puff, and when I knew they were mine, I made my spiel and said, ‘So we’re closing now.’ They nodded silently, and I went and locked the door and turned out the lights and suddenly found them on each side of me, just our little night spotlight on the other side of the main gallery lighting the scene.

“And I finally satisfied my last craving, my last fantasy, the thing I’d read about in my homework but hadn’t tried yet. She fell into my arms as hubby caressed us and worked his way into me from behind, and I barely felt it as I explored her soft busty body, her red hair and white skin shining out as I worked my way down to lap the dew from the grass between her thighs, and as hubby romped like a madman inside me, she opened fully to me and tasted like me and came as hard as I always did, again and again, and when hubby made his deposit, she pushed me back and made a long slow withdrawal, sucking me into multi-orgasmic bliss as I leaned my head back and took our resurgent man deep into my throat. And after we had both swallowed every drop he had given us, we sixty-nined while he took her and then me for the last times that evening, but we kept on, sucking and sucking until midnight as he photographed us from every angle.”

I was fully hard by this time, and she chuckled, “I knew that would work. You want nothing more than to fuck me from behind while I suck a sweet little cunt, don’t you? So many men do. And the nicest customers get to see it…if they’re a lot richer than you, sorry. But it’s beautiful, nothing to be ashamed of. Admit it.”

“Yes.”

“Damn straight, and you never got that at home, but maybe you can dream. The pictures he took of us are some of my favorites. And my last night, I showed my button to five different visitors, only two of them men, and went home with the most beautiful black woman you’ve ever seen, and found she was even sweeter than my high school man had been.” She looked me hard in the eye then and said, “So yes, that piece of art, it’s ME!”

I pushed her over onto her back and pushed her thighs apart to see her vulva completely flushed and open with desire, and without further ado pushed her knees to near her ears and thrust fast and hard inside her. She said, “Don’t hold back. Just don’t come too fast, but use me, just fuck this anonymous cunt like thirty men and ten women did in that art gallery. Out-of-town visitors are always welcome, and I’m open for business any time, day or night!” She then groaned as I fucked fast and hard up into her, a fast rhythm I would be able to maintain for a while, and soon felt her contracting in climax around me, moaning and squealing as I used her body purely for my own pleasure.

“That’s right,” she groaned, “make sure you get your money’s worth. My cunt’s worth a lot more than $200, but you might as well make sure I get your effort’s worth before you make your deposit.” As I rode her fast and hard, she intoned, “Just like the gallery, my choice of the finest men and women, free cunt for their pleasure and mine, cock after cock and cunt after cunt falling to pieces under my talents, their special gallery attendant and sex partner. Plump plain golden brown me, the sexiest woman they’d ever seen once I got started, pure lust to burn them up.” With a sudden squeal she climaxed again and groaned, “God yes, don’t stop, fuck this cunt, use it like God’s own fucktoy.”

She watched me as I used her, and suddenly she said, “Better than at home, isn’t it?”

“It’s great at home. We come good.”

“But not like you will tonight, right?”

“Nope.”

“Damn straight. You’ll never forget your tight, wet, sweet golden-brown whore who fucked you until you wasted away.”

“You sure talk a lot.”

She laughed, “Getting feisty! Like it won’t be any less of a sin if you don’t admit you’re fucking a whore. You know you need it. I have a God-given talent and it’s a waste for humanity if I don’t use it. Now fuck this cunt like the customer is always right and make your next deposit.”

I thrust even faster and harder in her and let myself go. I heard her gasping as she rose to her next peek with me, and when her spasms and screams started, my body went rigid and I shot deep inside her. She continued bucking underneath me as I held myself steady above her, and despite the pleasure I had taken in her I soon hardened again.

She chuckled as I pulled out, “Yeah, another army battered and destroyed inside the finest-trained cunt you’ll ever have. Admit it, that was the best $200 you’ve ever spent, even after spending down my throat. Yet, anyway.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re ready for your sweet golden-brown whore to earn the rest of her night’s pay and leave you drained and exhausted, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That I’m the best fuck you ever had and ever will have.”

“You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had and ever will have.”

“Now fuck me silly.” She got on her hands and knees and let me find the right height behind her, and after I entered her again she said, “While that is very nice, don’t you want your money’s worth? In the side pocket. Lube me up. You get the whole shebang tonight. I do not want to be forgotten by such a fine young man.”

I stammered, “But I’ve never done that before.”

“Then it’s a lucky night for both of us.” She then chanted teasingly, “I’m gonna get your virginity, I’m gonna take your cherry!”

We laughed as I lubed her slowly, cock still buried inside her pussy to the hilt, and when I felt my two fingers enter her, she sighed, “Yes, gentle, like that.” I felt the tremors inside her as I searched gently inside her, and when she said, “You can do it now,” I pulled out and pushed my juice-and-oil-slick cockhead against her ring. As I slowly entered, she giggled and said, “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here,” and as we laughed I pushed further inside her.

Her ass enveloped me as I felt her shift her weight to lean over to the side, then I heard a buzz and felt something thick and vibrating enter her pussy as she moaned. “You take your time long and slow,” she said, “while I fuck myself silly. We can make this last a long time if you’re man enough to hold off.”

“Do you do this often?”

“Only on birthdays,” she chuckled, “mine or his.”

I continued pushing forward, sinking into her bowels as she began fucking herself vigorously, managing to miss my swinging balls as she stroked in and out. She soon began rolling her hips to impale herself on her vibrator, which she held in place deep inside her, nearly pushing me over the edge as her ass stroked my cock with the motions. After a minute she squealed in time with the spasms in her belly and went stiff, and over the next ten minutes climaxed repeatedly, sharp, fast peaks that pulled yelps and moans from her. Finally, she said over her shoulder, “The big one’s coming. You can come when it hits.”

I held her hips as she worked hard on both prongs buried inside her, and suddenly she screamed, twisting and bucking as if trying to escape a trap. I allowed the sensations to wash over me and with a lunge pulled her hips against me as I fucked fast and hard into her ass. She screamed even harder and fucked back against me and her vibrator, and after five seconds or so I screamed as I pumped my seed deep inside her.

She finally pulled out the vibrator and let it drop to the floor; she collapsed and grunted as I collapsed on top of her, and we passed out. A few minutes later I came to, my soft cock still inside her, and she said sweetly, “Happy birthday, darling. Was it good?”

“Incredible. You pushed all my buttons and found a few new ones.”

“For both of us.”

I pulled out and stood up, lifted her in my arms, and carried her to the bed. I lay her down and asked, “Where did you learn all that?”

“Practice. All by myself when you were on business trips. I'd spend thirty minutes at a time just eating a banana.”

I curled up next to her and said, “I love the hair.”

“I tried a new style, just for you. I figured it would spice it up. Just enough different from me to really turn you on, make it easier to imagine you were getting serviced by a high-class whore. I don’t know why you say you’ve never been interested in that.”

“And I’m not. But you made it so irresistible.”

“Told ya, I’m a good actress.”

I laughed, “And a good gymnast.”

She laughed in return and said, “It was strange. So sexy. I felt so dirty and so free, sin and joy all wrapped up in one golden brown package. I’ve never done…anything like that.”

“So you never had a well-hung black boyfriend?”

“Ooh, are you jealous? Gonna punch him out?” She grinned.

“No. I was just thinking if you had, we might look him up so you wouldn’t need that vibrator.”

She laughed and said, “You know what I’ve done. Well, mostly. You know my parents; there’s no way in heaven or hell I could have spent even a week after school out from under momma’s thumb. No man was worth doing that for before, acting like that. Even for my husband, I had to mentally prepare. Practice. Explore myself.”

She kissed me and after a second said, “But that last bit? That was your one and only time ever. Treasure it in your mind and savor it, because you’re only getting it on your birthdays. Remember, only on birthdays and anniversaries. Because we’re only doing it once a month, on the 23rd of every month, so it stays special. Because if we do it any more than twice a month it might get old. Which is why we’re only doing it every Wednesday. And maybe Sundays.”

We laughed and she sang, “Nah nah nah nah nah, I took your cherry!”

“And I took yours.”

She grinned, “Damn straight. Now then, I do believe you have a payment to make?”

I laughed and said, “Since I have tomorrow off, let me take you shopping.”

She laughed and said, “Wash up and we’ll finish your birthday present.”

When I came back out of the bathroom, she put away her cellphone and said, “Let me wash up real quick. The real masseuse will be by to get the table soon.”

I chuckled, “So you had an accomplice.”

She bowed and said, “A good one.”

Five minutes later there was a knock at the door, and I opened it to see one of the most beautiful black women I had ever seen. I blinked a few times and she said, “So you’re the lucky man.” She pushed her way into the room and saw the table, “So I understand I should clean it with bleach, maybe with sulfuric acid, maybe burn it in the landfill?”

We laughed as the bathroom door opened, and she strolled over and said, “Hey.” They hugged and she said, “So, this is the girl I told you about.”

After a second I said, “At the gallery?”

The masseuse said, “Yes, there was this beautiful tasteful nude of her, chaste yet sexy, in profile on the wall, small and plump, that was taken before she got a job in the gallery—you worked as a model for a month, right?” A nod yes and she continued, “And she came over as I was checking it closely and we chatted until I was sure she was interested, and she closed the gallery and became my best friend in college.”

I looked at her smile and she said, “So I changed it a little.”

The masseuse added, “My timid little virgin, but she opened up quickly. I was a little sorry to learn she’d gotten married, until this week.”

“It was a delicious coincidence. All the pieces to a wonderful puzzle all in place.”

“So that’s part of my birthday too?”

She grinned, “Sorry, you only have one birthday a year. You’ll have to wait till next year.”

“It’s only ten.”

In mock surprise she said, “Really? Really? Oh fuck, fucking time zones. Hell, I guess we’re not done then.”  She looked at the masseuse and added, “It’s a go.”

The masseuse grinned, “Really?”

“He was so into it.” She turned to me and said, “Anything you want, anywhere you want to play, it’s all open to you tonight.” She then kissed the masseuse and slowly undressed her for us, and every spot of her body she moved away from I explored in increasing delight. Soon I held the masseuse as she leaned back to me, kissing me deeply as I explored her full breasts, dark and lovely within my white hands, and supported her as my wife dove deep.

After a few minutes she pulled away and reached around to find my hard cock. She pulled me forward and down until my cock was at the gate to a brand new paradise, shiny black and beautiful, and as I pushed forward she returned to suckling.

Our new friend came quickly and pulled away long enough to bury her face between the golden-brown thighs open to her, and as she sucked happily I thrust inside her, intoxicated by the colors of our bodies. I looked into the brown eyes watching me, and she smiled. “I was a virgin when I met her, you know. Always fantasized about everything, never did anything, until she taught me. And you know my parents, what she’s doing now would be infinitely worse than playing with pythons, even black ones. Hell, it’s bad enough I’m playing with a white one, as you well know, even within the bonds of matrimony. It was easy to start sleeping with men once she’d opened me up, and all the feeling of sin just washed away. And all that mattered after I married you is that you’d respect this part of me.”

“I do.”

“And not just because you get beautiful black pussy?”

I laughed, “I love you, and you need to be happy. But the beautiful black pussy is a wonderful bonus.”

“Well, go on then, give her your cum.”

With a groan, I thrust hard into her, and as I came, I triggered their own climaxes. I pushed the masseuse to the side as she opened her thighs to my wife, and as I started sucking, I felt the new lips complete the circle.

Two hours later we lay in bed, golden brown between white and black. “Are you sure you don’t want to watch us sixty-nine again?”

I chuckled, “Save something for tomorrow. It’s beautiful though.”

“Can I get in the middle now? I’ve never been part of a trio before. I mean outside of the sex.” We made space and she curled up happily between us. “I never thought her getting married would make me this happy. It’s nice.”

“You work here, really?”

“In this town. The front desk thinks she’s a massage therapist, and I was just waiting in the bar for the call to action.”

“So basically you’ll come to visit regularly?”

“Yes, whenever you’ll let me, and we’ll see how it works out. In the long run…”

“What was it like, when you two started?”

“Sweet. Hot. I’d only had a couple of women before and a couple of men, nothing serious, but I knew I wanted both. And suddenly I saw her and I was so filled with desire, and I was filled with joy when she accepted me.”

“Like us. Like me. When I first saw her.”

“And it took a couple of months to know we weren’t in love, not real love, but we were such good friends and lovers. She found her first man, I found my third, and when we kicked them to the curb we consoled each other. And so on for three more years. And then college ended, so we met rarely, and then six months ago she said you were marrying, and three months later you were married and she was gone. And then she called me last week and asked if I was willing to try. And I made sure you were good for her and would be good for me, and I finally said yes, if you would try, so would I. And then she started this whole plan right then on the phone and it was so funny and sexy and so completely unlike her, I had to be part of it. —Now kiss me goodnight, I need to sleep.”

I kissed her, “Welcome to the family.”

“Thank you,” she said happily and soon was snoring quietly.

“Can we make it work?”

I replied, “I’m sure we can, if it’s what you want.”

“Yes.”

“Then there’s only one question remaining.”

“Oh?”

“What will she do when I take you shopping tomorrow?”

She laughed long and quietly and said, “She can stay here. My cunt earned me that money fair and square.”