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Neglected Black Housewife

by samslam 12/20/06

"Hi, may I help you find something?" I ask as I approach a strikingly beautiful woman looking around the bookstore.

"Yes," she smiles at me. "I'm looking for books on orgasms." She says it so matter-of-factly that it catches me off guard. Or maybe it's her exquisite eyes, deep brown with an almost oriental look, coupled with her mahogany complexion that makes me catch my breath.

"Right this way," I say, leading her across the store. "Is there a specific book you're looking for?" I ask as we walk toward the sexuality section.

"No, not a specific book. I just want to look through your selection," she responds. I'm taking in more of her beauty as we talk. She'd be tall even without her two-inch heels and her pale blue blouse beneath a light grey business suit perfectly complements her cocoa brown skin.

"There are a lot of books on orgasms. Is there a specific type you wanted?" I ask as we arrive at the sexuality section.

"Funny, I thought they had dispelled that old myth about different types and everyone agrees there's just the one kind now," she says.

"Type of book, I meant!" I feel my face flush and I know I'm probably blushing.

"I knew what you meant," she says, patting me on the arm, playfully. "I was just kidding!" Her smile shows beautiful white teeth between her thick, ruby lips.

"That was good!" I return her wide smile and recover my composure. "There really are a lot of different types of orgasm books. Here's one called The Multi-Orgasmic Woman," I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf.

"That's okay," she says with a slight chuckle. "I'm still trying to be the single orgasmic woman."

"Okaaaay," I say slowly, wondering if she expects me to comment on that. "There are different types of books depending on whether it's for you or your partner," I explain, noticing her wedding band for the first time. "For your partner, I have a popular one called She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman."

"She comes first, huh? If only," she says sarcastically. "No, I'm looking more for the, um.... do-it-yourself section." She laughs nervously.

I pause a minute before continuing. "Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure.

"What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages.

Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies."

"Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips her hip on one side, saying, "you really think you're going to stand here and help me pick out an orgasm book, don't you?"

"Um, no. I'm sorry. I was just trying to be helpful." I'm holding my hands up, palms out and backing away from her.

"You were very helpful, um," she bends slightly to read my nametag, "Mike, but I think I'll just browse now."

"Sure. If you don't find what you need here," I pause for effect of the double entendre, "just let me know. I'm here for another hour." She's smiling and flipping through the book as I walk away.

Wow! In the two years I've worked here I've never known any customer to be so candid about their sexual needs, let alone books on masturbation! The customers in this section are usually giggly teenagers or panting couples. Neither group asks for help.

I get back to work, reshelving books but my eyes keep straying back to her, captivated by her alluring presence. I position myself across the store where I can watch her without being obvious. Her business suit is perfectly tailored; conservative yet cut to show off her curvaceous figure. Her skirt hugs her ass giving a hint of the firm round globes underneath. Its mid-thigh length shows plenty of her shapely legs tapering into two-inch black pumps. I start fantasizing what she'll look like applying the techniques in that self-pleasuring book.

In my mind I see her lying naked on her back with her knees pulled up, pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her velvety, black bush brushes against her hand as she furiously works her fingers faster and faster trying to achieve that illusive climax. Her other hand is pinching and pulling at her thick black nipples stretching them out from their surrounding dark areolas, making her large, dark tits appear cone shaped on her heaving chest. She's bucking wildly against her hand, lifting her firm, round ass off the bed. Shifting her hand to her clit, she starts rubbing in a circular motion while still shoving her fingers in and out of her pussy. As hard as she's trying, she still isn't quite getting there. I crawl up on the bed, my pale white skin contrasting sharply with her dark mocha coloring. Bending my mouth down to her pussy and pushing her fingers aside, I say, "here, let me help you with that."

"Help me with what?" asks Amber, a recently hired, red-haired, high school girl with teen sized tits and a dynamite little ass. Her question breaks me out of my reverie and I realize I've spoken out loud.

"Uh...with those books," I say, pointing to the books in her arms and trying to recover quickly. "Here let me take some." I glance over at the enthralling woman still browsing the sexuality section.

"Sure. Whatever," she says, handing me half her books but looking at me quizzically. "Are you okay?" she asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I say, putting my hand in my pocket and trying not to be obvious about adjusting my aroused cock. Amber and I have hooked up a couple of times since she started working here. She's been a regular customer for a long time but couldn't get hired until she turned 18 last month.

"Is that for me?" Amber asks, looking at the bulge in my pants. She moves closer angling her body so no one can see what she's doing and slides her hand over my cock, squeezing it between her fingers.

"Yeah," I lie. "I was hoping we could get together after work tonight."

"Oh, Mike," she says. "I can't. I've got a big test tomorrow. I need to get right home." She glances around the store and, lowering her voice says, "it's not busy right now. Jason and Debra can handle it. Why don't you help me put these books in the back."

I follow her to the stockroom which is deserted this time of night. She leads me to a secluded spot between two rows of shelving and while unbuckling my belt says, "I can't leave you like this. Besides, I owe you after what you did to me Saturday night!" Smiling, she quickly kisses me on the lips, drops to her knees and pulls my Dockers and boxers down in one smooth motion.

"You don't owe me anything," I say. "I thoroughly enjoyed it."

"Well, I plan on thoroughly enjoying this too," she says, smiling up at me. "But the orgasm ratio had to be three to one in my favor."

Amber is a young, very enthusiastic lover. She loses herself in complete abandonment during sex, which is part of the reason she came so many times the other night. Now, as she runs her tongue up and down the length of my cock, I close my eyes flashing on her sexy teenage body. She has small firm tits with puffy pink areolas and eraser-like nipples. A light patch of red pubic hair surrounds her tight little pussy and her firm round ass makes you want to cream just looking at it.

I open my eyes just as she slips her mouth over the end of my cock. While caressing my balls with one hand she wraps her other hand around the base of my cock, pumping it in and out of her mouth. She's creating a steady rhythm with her sucking and using her tongue to lick just under my cock head. The entire sensation is incredible and I start thrusting my hips forward matching her rhythm while watching the door to make sure we're not interrupted.

I've never done anything like this and the excitement of a blowjob in the stockroom is driving me close to my climax. Amber pumps faster, stroking and sucking my cock and playing with my balls. I dig my fingers into her red hair and pull her head towards me, trying to drive my cock farther into her mouth. She looks up at me, lets go of my cock and slides her lips all the way down to the base of my shaft. I can feel the tension building in my balls as my cock enters the back of her throat. I'm getting close and I close my eyes again. Suddenly, in my mind, I'm lying on my bed and the sexy black woman I just met is kneeling between my legs, her massive brown breasts with their hard black nipples are brushing against my thighs as she deep throats my cock. She pulls her lips back along my cock, stroking faster, sucking harder and flicking her tongue against the underside of my cock. Our eyes lock and I watch her thick, black lips glide down my cock and I buck my hips up to meet her. My legs tense, I thrust my ass off the bed and start shooting streams of cum deep in her throat in quick jerky motions. Nearly losing my balance I grab the nearby shelf to keep from falling over. Looking down, it's Amber again stroking and sucking and swallowing my cum. When she's sucked every drop of cum from me, she let's my cock slip from her lips and stands up.

"Wow! That was amazing!" I say. "I really needed that."

"You are amazing and that was intense!" she says, making a show of licking her lips. "You really came hard and I really enjoyed it but we'd better get back. I'll go out first, I want to get a coke," she says, smacking her lips as she leaves the stockroom. While I'm pulling up my pants, I'm already wondering if my fantasy woman is still in the store. If I ever get a chance to live out that fantasy, I'm pretty sure I won't be thinking about Amber when I cum in the her mouth.

Yes! She's still looking at sexuality books as I exit the stockroom. I figure I might as well take a chance, gorgeous women flaunting their sexual needs don't come along everyday.

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