by Nicola Diaz
“I absolutely will stop back over tomorrow. Thanks for the offer.” I gave him my signature sexy smile, then turned around and headed home.
Act II
Chapter 6: Carmine’s Delights
When I got up the next morning, a sense of urgency had crept into my psyche. I wanted to get back to that adult store. Something about it had me captivated. I got dressed and made myself a quick breakfast. Then I called Courtney and left her a voice mail that told her I really missed her. I knew that she’d be all over me if she knew that I had gotten robbed and that I still walked around by myself at night. I got dressed in my favorite skinny jeans and a pair of heels. I wore my denim vest and I pulled my hair back in a pony tail. Then I put on some of my favorite peach lipstick and headed out the door.
I took the seven train to the downtown stop, then got off and walked to the corner. When I got to the store, the lights were still on, and this time the door was open. I could now see the sign that said “Carmine’s Delights.” A few men were looking at DVDs, and a woman was in the back looking at sex toys. I hadn’t been inside an adult store for years. The last time I had ventured inside a place like this was when I was engaged to Samuel. He had been into all kinds of kink, and he especially liked leather whips which he bought every time he received a pay check. I wandered around for a few minutes and then the man from the previous night saw me.
“Hey hot stuff. I see you made it back. What can I help you find? Vibrators? Dildos? DVDs? Maybe a little hot massage oil or some penis rubbing balm?” He grinned and walked casually to my side. I smiled and continued to wander around, much like a kid in a candy store.
“I’m not really sure what I want yet. I think I’ll just look for now.” I smiled and continued to walk around, waiting for something to really catch my eye. I flipped through some of the DVD’s and saw one that looked especially enticing. The cover had a photo of five people, obviously in a gang-bang situation. It turned me on, just looking at the picture, so I decided to buy it. Then I walked around ot the other side of the store where all of the dildos were located.
“Need help, miss?” Another store worker approached me and I smiled.
“No thanks. I’m good.” I picked up a few of the smaller dildos- one was red and one was pink. Then I laid my eyes on a large black one, and lifted it down from the shelf. “Wow. It’s a heavy one.” I smiled and carried it to the register as the store employees watched on with admiration, all of them nodding their heads and smiling as they watched me prepare to pay for my goods.
A few of the guys in the store who were watching started to whisper. I’m not sure what it was about me that made them so nervous, but I decided not to let it get in the way of my good mood or in the way of my business. When I dropped the dildo on the counter by the cash register they covered their mouths and conversed quietly as they watched me, but I figured they were just surprised to see such a put-together white girl inside a porn shop on the rougher side of town. I pulled out my wallet and then took out my credit card.
“Hey, Franco. She gets a ten percent discount.” The big black guy yelled up to the kid who was working the cash register. He nodded his head and rang up the DVDs, then put them inside a red plastic bag. When he got to the dildo he had a hard time keeping a straight face.
“I’m not making fun, miss. I just…” He stammered and then looked at the line that had formed behind me. “That’s just gonna be one hell of a ride.” He rung it up and then stuffed it inside my bag. I giggled and handed him my credit card. He swiped it and then had me sign, which I did with pride. This was one of my most exciting purchases yet. I waved goodbye to the big guy, then opened the door and made my way down the street.
Again, I was greeted by the calls of men who were either standing outside of their places of business, or simply traveling by foot down the busy street. “Whoa. Nice lookin’, sugar.” One guy tipped his hat and let me walk in front of him. Another stopped in his tracks when he saw me preparing to cross the street.
“What agency do you work for?” He looked at me with intense curiosity.
“Agency?” I was confused.
“You must be one of the Ford models I’ve seen pictures of. No. Maybe you work for Elite.” He scratched his chin and I shook my head.
“I’m not a professional model. But thanks.” I smiled and continued on my way. When I got back to the train, it was empty. This was unusual, but I figured it must have been because the weather had been so cold and snowy. I found a seat in the back and propped my red bag up against the wall. The train conductor collected all of our tickets and then closed the doors. I think all of the excitement over my new toy must have gotten the best of me, because the rest of the ride was like nothing I had ever experienced before.
Chapter 7: Train of Surprise
I leaned my head back against my seat and looked out the window as our train started to roll away down the track. Then I closed my eyes and thought about how much fun I was going to have with my new, fat dildo. I looked around and noticed a group of good looking guys seated a few rows ahead of me. They looked like they were college aged, and for a second I wondered if they attended the university. I wanted my last few days of the semester break to be memorable ones, and I thought about asking one of my friends if she felt like venturing out to Decipher later that night.
The train rattled on down the tracks and I pulled out my new DVD. I stared admiringly at the cover. One of the men was big, with rippling muscles and a long, hard dick. He was preparing to slide it inside one of the Latino females that was also on the cover, and I gazed at her big, round breasts, wondering if they were fake or not. Another guy on the cover had his hands on a female’s ass cheeks, and was spreading them wide open.
I felt a twinge of sexual energy pulse through my body, and then I spread my legs open a little. It was hard not to get turned on looking at the graphic cover, and I wondered if I could get away with a quick masturbation session while riding on the train. I slowly unbuttoned the top of my jeans and slid down a bit in my seat. Then I felt around for the top of my panties. They were tight around my waist but I shoved them down and managed to get my fingers inside.
One of the guys turned around and smiled at me. I figured there was no way that he could see that I had my hand down my pants because the seat backs were so high. I smiled back and continued to wiggle my fingers down until I got them situated right where I wanted them- on top of my pulsing clitoris that was aching to be fondled. I rubbed it a few times and it grew hot from my touch. Then I slid one of my fingers inside my wet hole. It was too much to remain silent, and I let out a quiet moan.
The same guy who had looked at me earlier was turned around again. I made eye contact with him, and then closed my yes, unable to stop masturbating. The fact that I had gotten his attention was even more of a turn-on, and I started to rub myself off with fury. I cried out and then pulled my pants down so that they were underneath my ass. I scooted down even lower, and my pussy was now fully exposed. I circled my fingers around with precision, amazed at how wet I was and feeling like I’d have an orgasm at any minute.
Just then the same guy got up and walked out of his seat. He gazed at me as if he knew what I was up to, and I smiled as he got closer. “Holy shit!” He yelled out and then ran back to his seat. “Dude. She’s going at it- full bush, fingers inside her pussy- the whole nine.” He shook one of his friends by the arm and then they both ran out to watch me. I could hear them laughing and I kept my eyes closed, concentrating on the crescendo of sensations that were rippling inside my pussy. I heard another one pipe up.
“Get out your freaking camera. Are you kidding me?” One of them pulled out his phone and proceeded to video-tape me. For a second I contemplated stopping. What if the video were leaked out to the university? What if one of these guys eventually recognized me as a New York University professor and it ended up viral? I pushed the fearful thoughts to the back of my mind and continued to rub myself into a frenzy. It was so intense that I wished I
could have savored the feeling for much longer.
“Yes. Yes!” I cried out and fingered myself even harder, feeling the deluge of juices trickle down my hand as I got even closer to my climax. The guys were looking at me with anticipation, and I wondered how hard their dicks were by now.
“Holy shit, this is so hot.” One of them ran his hands through his hair and then propped his elbows up on the back of the seat as he continued observing me with awe. I cried out again.
“Yes! Oh my God. Yes!” That’s when it all let loose. The exploding orgasm cascaded through my wet pussy and left me panting with ecstasy on the train seat. I had lost track of time, lost track of the train stops, even. I smiled when I realized that with an uncanny synchronicity, mine was the next stop. I zipped up my jeans and smoothed back my hair just in time to hear the conductor’s bellowing voice:
“Next up is Fern Avenue.” He shut off the intercom and I reached for my red bag. Then I stood up and inched my way out of the seat. All of the guys were staring at me, their jaws dropped in amazement. I smiled and then walked past their seat. Then I turned around and smiled over my shoulder.
“Have a good evening, boys.” I chuckled and then hopped off the train, watching them as they pressed their faces against the glass. I covered my mouth and then laughed silently to myself as I made my way down the crowded city streets, and eventually into the comfort of my warm and welcome apartment. Once inside, I tossed my bag on the couch and poured myself a drink. I was only getting started.
Chapter 8: Bang or Bust
The semester was slated to begin in a day, and I had finally gotten a hold of Courtney. She was appalled that I had been robbed the previous week, and she was also upset to hear that I was still venturing out alone at night. I reassured her that I was fine, and we agreed to meet up as soon as we had a free night. I had just finished reviewing some of my course material for the upcoming week, and decided that I needed a break. I reached inside my red bag that was still sitting on the couch, and pulled out the DVD.
The title of the one I bought was “Bang or Bust.” I popped it into the DVD player and let it roll. The scene opened up with a group of men gathered outside at a pool. They were all standing around, looking rather bored, until a slew of scantily clad women joined them. That’s when the fun began. Most of the women were slowly enticed to strip, and before long, everyone was naked. I enjoyed looking at all of their bodies, at studying their features and their movements.
As the scene evolved, the men started massaging the woman. I watched as the men smiled and as the women lay down on their backs. I started to get turned on when I watched the men crouch down next to them and either play with their breasts or finger their pussies. The women who were receiving the pleasure all cried out with ecstasy, and I realized that I was now wet inside my panties. I slid my hand down between my legs and smiled when I felt the juices run between my fingers.
I watched on as the men and then women all pleasured each other in varying degrees. Some of the men jammed their dicks inside the women, and some of them liked to play with the womens’ assholes. There was a lot to see in the video, and I stopped it a few times to watch certain scenes over again. I liked seeing how in tune they all seemed to be with their bodies, and it was exciting to have my very own gang-bang right there in the middle of my New York City apartment.
I jammed a few fingers inside my wet hole and then got myself propped up on a pillow. I had forgotten how relaxing it was to watch a pornographic video by myself. When Samuel and I had been engaged, we liked to watch porn together, but that all seemed like a distant lifetime ago. I closed my eyes for a few minutes and explored my womanly bounty. I had shaved my pussy the night before, so it was much easier to gain access into my secret chamber.
I heard my phone ring, but ignored it, and continued to pleasure myself as the DVD played on. At one point, two of the men approached one of the black women. One started to rub her breasts and the other stood behind her and played with her ass. Eventually, they all made their way to the ground and the first man slid his dick inside her pussy, while the other man jammed his cock in her asshole. I had never had a sexual encounter that involved more than one man at a time, and watching the video gave me a new appreciation for the world of sexual adventures that lied before me.
Chapter 9: Deviant
After I had enjoyed the DVD, I decided to take a break and make myself something to eat. One of the benefits of living alone was that I didn’t need to be dressed. I was free to wander the expanse of my apartment without a care in the world, and that was exactly how I liked it. I pulled out a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured myself a glass. Then I rummaged in the fridge for some cheese and grapes. It was an indulgent sort of day, already, so I decided that I might as well finish it off right.
I carried my snacks and my drink into the living room and I sat down on the chaise lounge that was positioned next to the window. I had a spectacular view of the city, and it was especially enjoyable to watch the cars and the pedestrians when the sun had just set over the buildings. I liked to wonder about where everyone was headed, liked to think about what they all were doing with their lives.
As I chewed on one of the grapes, I decided that it would be a great way to top off the evening if I tried out the brand new dildo. I had to admit, the size was a bit intimidating, and I wasn’t exactly sure that the purchase had been the best one, but once I got it out of the bag I was convinced that I could make it work. I rummaged around inside the wooden trunk that I used to store DVDs, and pulled out another porn classic that I used to watch years ago.
I particularly enjoyed this compilation because it featured a lot of student and professor scenes. Although I had never contemplated having sex with one of my students, I still enjoyed watching the people in the videos as they acted out their deepest and darkest fantasies. I slid myself down into the soft cushioning of the chaise and then watched as the first scene opened. A woman with wire-rimmed glasses stood at a desk and then started to write on the chalk-board. The student walked up behind her and started to rub her on the shoulders.
I imagined what it would be like to have a student approach me and then I laughed. Most of my students were far too intellectual to be preoccupied with sexual deviance, but it was still a fun thought to entertain. I watched the professor unbutton her blouse and reveal her breasts to the student. He smiled and then ran his hands over them as she moaned with delight. I found myself getting turned on by the scene, and I rubbed my hand over my own breasts, happy with their shape and their size.
Before I knew it, I had my entire hand inside my pussy. It was incredible to see how stretched out I was able to get myself, and I felt a wave of relief as I glanced over at the giant black dildo that beckoned. After I had gotten myself juiced up and ready for more, I reached for the dildo and set it on top of my chest. It was heavy and thick, and I flipped it over to see an engraving on the bottom that said “Deviant.” I thought this was amusing, since I figured that my own sexual behavior lately had been what many would consider deviant.
I slowly moved the dildo down to my pussy hole, and set it on the top of my clitoris. Its weight required getting used to, but soon enough I had it positioned just right, and I was slowly gliding it in and out of my wet tunnel. It was thick and hard, and although it felt different from a penis, it still incited an intense wave of arousal inside me. I moved it in and out, slowly and deliberately, and I watched the DVD, as well. The professor had taken off all of her clothes and was now straddled on top of a desk as the student licked her pussy with his sizable tongue.
I closed my eyes and shoved the dildo deeper and deeper inside me. Pretty soon, my entire pussy was consumed with its girth and I let out a massive moan of pleasure. I heard a few footsteps above me, and wondered if the people upstairs had heard me cry out. Then I pushed the dildo back inside me and rubbed off my clitoris at the same time.
My body shook with the intense climax that erupted, and I held on with force to the dildo.
“Yes.” I smiled and ran my hands over my body, feeling satisfied yet again.
Chapter 10: Renewal
Classes started up and I was thrown back into the swing of teaching, grading, and advising. I had many classes scheduled back to back, and at times it felt like I was drowning in the monotony of it all. Courtney had been given an extra class to cover, and the two of us rarely had a second to even pop into each other’s offices for our usual greetings. One night, on the way home from the university, I decided that I need to seek out my adventurous and fearful place once more. I needed something to pull me out of the boredom, away from the recurrent predictability of life.
I drove into Brooklyn which wasn’t something I had done in years. I wanted to see what some of the neighborhoods were like, wanted to see who might be lurking around the streets when it got dark. I could hear Courtney’s voice in my head, telling me not to be stupid, warning me that I could get hurt, but I disregarded it and continued on my way. I knew as soon as I had crossed into a neighborhood that made me uncomfortable. Something in me bristled. I got tenser and more reserved. I locked my doors and I surveyed the area with more caution. Then I parked and waited.