My Little Black Books

My Little Black Books My Little Black Books

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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To submit this story, I had to explain how I used my little black books, and yes, there are two of them.

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To submit this story, I had to explain how I used my little black books, and yes, there are two of them.

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Submitted: November 29, 2016

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My Little Black Books

Some years ago I was traveling quite a bit as an internal auditor for a large firm. I had some favorite cities that I always enjoyed visiting, and there were some that I never looked forward to because they were too remote for any night life after work.

During my visit to our office in Houma, Louisiana, one of the office cashiers noticed that I was not wearing a wedding band and asked my status. She actually asked if I’d like company for dinner, and I thanked her but explained that I could not accept. Any social activity with any employee is forbidden and I could never break that standard.

However she offered to introduce me to a friend from college, and considering the size of the town, I reluctantly accepted. The girl met me at my hotel and we had dinner and a very pleasant long night together. She gave me her address, phone number and email address and encouraged me to call her the next time I would be in the area.

I ended the week working in New Orleans and after work met a bartender who convinced me to spend the weekend with her. She also gave me her personal information and invited me back.

Then I got the idea to keep a “Little Black Book” to record names, phone numbers, etc. for future reference. At present, I have two “Little Black Books”. Why? Because I’m OCD when it comes to organization!

In the front section of the first book, the women’s names are in alphabetical order by their FIRST names. If I get a call, “Hi, this is Audrey,” for example, I can easily find her info for a quick reference and conversation. Each entry also has a “bio” including full name, address, all contact information, type of work she does, and of course sexual likes and dislikes.

In the back section of the first book, the same women’s names are in alphabetical order by their LAST name. I didn’t have any particular reason for doing that; as I have already stated, I’m OCD about some things.

In the front section of the second book, I have the name of the city in which each woman lives, and yes, in alphabetical order by city name. In each entry is the name of the women who live in that city.

In the back section of the second book, I have the occupations of the same women, listed in alphabetical order by occupation. The favorite categories are accountant, barber, bartender, cashier, chiropractor, dancer, dental assistant, dermatologist assistant, florist, hygienist, manicurist, optometrist assistant, pharmacist, sales, stylist, teacher, and waitress.

The reason why I listed all this information here is to explain how the next story came about.

I recently bought a new Big Bertha driver to enhance my golf game. On the first round that I played, I overdid my drive on a par five hole and heard something “pop” in my back. It hurt all day even after a hot shower so I decided to have it checked out.

Yep; book two, chiropractor page, Phoebe Jenkins. She has an office sixty miles from where I live but I promised her I would always consider her first if I needed therapy. We had not seen each other for about eight months but my notes revived my memory of our last encounter. She likes having sex at her work place, she’s into mutual masturbation, anal play and anal sex, but I did not call her office expecting anything but relief from my back pain.

I called Monday and was surprised at getting an appointment the next day. When I arrived, I filled out the forms and waited the seemingly required thirty minutes in the lobby before I was summoned and taken to a “treatment chamber.”

When she came in, Phoebe was perky and in a good mood, and wearing scrubs that did NOT hide her curves as I would have expected. We sat and had come “catch up” conversation for a few minutes before we got down to the business of my relief. (Yeah, after I saw how good she looked I started thinking about some other “relief”.)

As I undressed, she put one of those temporary sheets under me before I lay down. I was not uncomfortable being totally naked in front of her, and she proceeded very professionally. The sheets seem to make me sweat, but it’s better than the plastic covering on the table. The contraption to put your face down into is a life saver, and takes the pressure off the spine. Phoebe has remarkable hands and I was relaxed and felt great in no time at all.

When it was time to flip over, she worked mostly on my upper legs and hips, knowing damn well that I’d get aroused. I didn’t mind and I was not about to complain.

“You’re damn good with your hands,” I sighed, as much as an invitation as it was a compliment. Phoebe loves masturbating a guy for a long time, making him suffer. Without looking at me she said, “Flip over again, Ben, but on your hands and knees and I’ll show you something new.”

I couldn’t get into position fast enough. Then I felt her hands again, and it startled me. She used one hand to carefully squeeze my ball sac, stretching the skin tight. When I gasped in surprise, she tried to calm me down. “”Don’t worry, Ben, this won’t hurt, I promise.”

Her fingertips ran lightly all over the taut skin and I tried to relax. Then her other hand began rubbing a warm slippery liquid all up and down my cock. That’s when I decided I could trust her to make things happen. And she did. Her slippery fist teased the length of my cock until I told her I needed to come.

Her fist slowed down and her hand holding my balls tightened until I groaned, “Stop, it hurts, Phoebe!” She released my balls, added more liquid to her other hand and stroked faster. My fingers were fisting in the sheet as she took me to the edge again. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I moaned.

But her hand slowed down so I tried to move my hips, to fuck her fist. Suddenly a wet slippery finger eased into the rim of my ass, but when I jerked she pushed it as deep as it would go. Her sharp fingernails were scratching my skin but it didn’t matter; her finger found my prostate and suddenly everything was right with the world. Between the expertise of her finger and her fist I couldn’t hold back even if I had wanted to and I shot my load on the sheet below me. She kept stroking until I was groaning and gasping before she let go and removed her finger.

I collapsed on my stomach on the sheet, not giving a thought or caring that I was lying in a puddle of my own sperm. She left me there while she worked at the sink and when she came back to the table, I sat up. She was naked. Her dark bush was trimmed in a heart, just like the last time I saw it.

“My, you’re all messy; stand up and let me help you,” she said. I stood by the table and she bent down and licked my stomach. My cock enjoyed it, but she was done with me.

“My turn. Do you remember what I like, Ben?”

“Sure do, Phoebe. Assume the position.”

I knew what options I had, i.e. the two things she likes, but I knew her very favorite. She was on her knees, ass in the air, legs spread and her head resting on her arms on the table. I leaned forward, spread her cheeks with my hands and blew a puff of air into her crack. She gasped, closed her eyes and smiled.

“Yes, yes, that’s the way I want it today,” she said.

I leaned down, pressed my mouth into the “heart” of her and licked her slit. I could have tongued her pussy for hours, but that’s not what gave her intense orgasms in the office. I teased her clit briefly with my tongue and then pressed my mouth against her dark hole. When I released her cheeks, their warm softness pressed against my face.

“Oh, God, yes, Ben, I love that!”

My lips merely kissed the center of her dark core as I slid three fingers on one hand into her pussy and rotated them around and around, turning my hand. I used two fingers on the other hand to rub little circles on her clit, just the way she likes it. She had told me that she loved to feel a hand stretching her while she was being finger fucked. I had suspicions that she probably liked being fist fucked but I was thankful she didn’t ask for that.

I teased and rubbed her for a few minutes and then started licking, lightly flicking the tip of my tongue up and down across her tight rim. She went crazy, shaking her ass in my face. She slid a hand down on her clit to cover my fingers and helped me get her off. She was so wet that even my wrist was soaked.

While she composed herself I licked my fingers clean. (Hell, I deserved it, didn’t I?) A few minutes later after when we were dressed again, I asked her about her passion. “You really like that backdoor stuff, don’t you, Phoebe? I mean, don’t you like a guy to lick your pussy and make you come or to stuff you with a big cock?”

“I only like a little oral for foreplay; I prefer just what you did. Having a guy’s mouth on me back there is the most exciting thing I’ve ever felt. I’m sorry if it all wasn’t good for you.” She said.

“Oh, I have no complaints, Phoebe; that was pretty intense, although I’ve never had my butt violated before.”

“Well, I enjoyed the treatment, Ben, and I hope you won’t wait so long to come back to see me,” she said, kissing me on the cheek.

So I decided that the first chance I get, I’m going to take my Big Bertha driver back onto the golf course and see what happens.

 

 

 

 

 


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