Susan looked down at her carton of chocolate-swirl, sighed and then closed it. She wasn't about to let Steve make her drown her sorrows in a carton of ice-cream, even if it was chocolate-swirl.
When Carla arrived, she found Susan dressed in a gray college sweatshirt and raggedy, old blue jeans. "No way," Carla said.
"What?" Susan replied.
Carla grabbed Susan's arm and led her to the bedroom where she sifted through Susan's clothes, finally pulling out a short, red dress. "Here, put this on," she told Susan, moving a finger to Susan's lips before she could object.
"Now let's go," Carla said. She led Susan back through the house and out to her car. "Promise me you'll have an open mind?"
"What are you getting me into, Carla?" Susan asked.
"Just promise me."
Susan sighed. She thought about Steve. "Okay, I'll try."
Thirty minutes later, Carla said, "Here we are."
Susan looked up at the neon sign that glowed in the night. "Johnny's Adult Toys."
"That's what it says," Carla replied. "And you told me you would keep an open mind."
Susan shifted in her seat and stared at the sign. Steve had called her goodie-two-shoes before he walked out. Was she?
As Susan wallowed in self-pity, Carla quietly got out of the car and walked around to Susan's door. "Out, Missy," Carla said.
No more, Susan said to herself. Steve wanted her to loosen up, and that's exactly what she was going to do. Without hesitation, she got out of the car and followed Carla into the store.
"What's up, Carla," said a large, grizzly-looking man behind the counter.
"Hey, Johnny, how's business?"
"Good. Who's your friend?"
Susan watched Johnny move around the counter, her eyes flashing to the long, thick bulge emanating from his crotch. From what she could see, Johnny was almost twice the size of Steve. She felt an unfamiliar twitch between her legs. She was actually turned on by Johnny's hidden hard-on.
Johnny reached out his hand to Susan who was still staring at the snake-like bulge in his pants.
"This is Susan," Carla said, interrupting Susan's reverie.
Susan nodded, her cheeks now flush.
"Booth eleven available?" Carla asked.
"Yeah, go on back, you know the routine," Johnny replied.
"Routine?" Susan asked.
Carla grabbed Susan's arm and led her down a long hallway that had numbered doors lining both sides. As they passed the first few doors, Susan could hear moans, grunts and growls. She couldn't believe they were actually going into one of these rooms.
"Okay, here we are," Carla said before pulling a wad of bills from her purse. "Twelve should get you the full show."
Susan took a deep breath and opened the door. She couldn't believe how small the room was. Her office cubicle, the one that made her claustrophobic, was twice as big. Carla followed, closing the door with a hush.
Susan looked around the small room. Directly opposite the door was a floor to ceiling window covered on the other side by a sliding wooden door. To her left and right, attached to the walls, were several handles. Just below the window, and slightly to the left, was a machine with a sign that read, "Place bills here." As Susan studied the window closer, she noticed a large, circular hole about waist high.
"Go ahead and stick a couple of dollars in the machine," Carla said.
Susan smiled and then, one-by-one, fed all twelve bills into the machine.
"Greedy, aren't you," Carla laughed.
When the last bill was sucked into the machine, the lights dimmed. The wooden door behind the window lurched upward. Susan stepped toward the glass, staring at the shadowed male figure on the other side. He was tall, much taller than Steve, and when he stood and turned to one side, she saw that his cock was much larger than Steve's also. Susan was quickly beginning to suspect that perhaps it was Steve's less than average tool that was the problem with their sex life.
The room the man stood in was surrounded by dull, yellow lights that did little to show the man's face...until he began walking toward Susan. When he stopped, he was within feet of the window. Susan could now see his icy blue eyes, his clean-shaven face and slightly tanned body. Her eyes dropped to his rod, which stood at attention. It was long and thick, the head the size of a small kiwi fruit. He looked down at her, and then stepped closer, sliding his swollen staff through the hole in the window.
Susan grabbed the long shaft with both hands.
Carla moved forward and flipped a switch on the machine.
Music burst through overhead speakers. Susan found herself mesmerized by the cock in her hand, the small room, the smell of old sex, the soft breathing of her friend Carla.
"Let go," Carla whispered.
Susan did and watched the sculptured body step away to the side, and then re-appear with a large bowl. He sat the bowl in front of the window and then did several pushups, his cock diving into the bowl each time he lowered himself.
Susan watched in concentrated awe, her mouth fully open, the twitch in her pussy growing. She leaned her head against the window and eyed the chocolate in the bowl, the same chocolate that was covering the cock of the man that had returned to the standing position in front of her.
Carla moved behind Susan and gently raised Susan's dress.
The man moved his chocolate covered cock through the hole.
Susan unsnapped her bra, her ample breasts bouncing slightly as they were freed. She grabbed the chocolate covered snake, stroking it with both hands, rubbing it across her breasts, moaning as she did so. She then moved the large shaft into her mouth sucking hard and furiously. She had never had anything this size in her mouth. The more she sucked and slurped the more she wanted this man inside of her.
The man slid from Susan's mouth and picked up the bowl holding it next to the hole in the window. Susan reached through grabbing a hand full of chocolate pudding.
Carla followed with her own hand-full and then moved behind Susan. She reached around Susan's body with both hands smearing the pudding over Susan's breasts and nipples.
Susan moaned, sliding her wet panties to the floor. With both hands covered in pudding, she slid them between her thighs and cried out.
Carla reached into the bowl once more, and then motioned for the man to slide his rod back through the hole. The man did as she asked.
"Susan," Carla said.
Susan continued rubbing the pudding into her pussy, leaning against the glass for support. He eyes were closed, her legs spread so far apart it appeared as if she had been riding a horse.
"Susan, move your ass up to the hole in the window," Carla said.
Susan, still in a daze by what was going on around and in her, turned her ass toward the hole and grabbed a handle on each wall.
"Relax, okay," Carla said and began rubbing her handful of pudding between Susan's ass cheeks, sliding slowly down to her pussy lips and then back up again.
Susan moaned and squeezed the handles as she felt Carla stuffing her puckered rear hole with pudding.
"Gawd, that feels so good," Susan moaned. "I want him in me."
Carla grabbed the man's cock, fighting the urge to put him in her own mouth, and then started to slide it inside Susan's pudding filled pussy. As she leaned over a bit further, Carla noticed a stream of white cream dripping from Susan's chocolate cunt. She had an orgasm before the man had even entered her. Carla smiled and looked down at Susan's white cream that had mixed with the pudding on the floor.
"Vanilla-Swirl," she whispered into Susan's ear, and then slid the length of the man's cock into Susan's chocolate pussy.
Susan moaned as the wide snake parted her pussy lips, much further than Steve's cock ever had. She pushed back against the glass, her pussy swallowing up the man's stiff rod. She leaned forward and then slammed back on the man, her ass smacking against the glass as if she were being spanked. "More!" she cried out. "Give it to me, more, more."
Carla raised an eyebrow, surprised at her friends cry for more. She looked up at the man that was banging away at her best friend, his firm stomach pressing against the glass each time he drove into Susan. Not being able to handle the raw sex going on around her, Carla pulled up her dress and began massaging her own clit, her eyes staying on the stud that was fucking her best friend. Moments later, her chocolate covered pussy was dripping with her own white orgasmic cream.
"Vanilla-Swirl," Susan said and smiled at Carla.
Carla laughed.
"Oh, fuck," Susan said and moaned, letting out a faint scream as her pussy pulsed and released another stream of orgasmic juice. The man behind Susan gently slid his cock out of her juicy hole, pushed a button, and then smiled as the wooden door lowered. Susan collapsed onto the floor next to Carla. "That bimbo can have Steve," she said and laughed.
Originally Published June 2006: Sexy, Strange & Strangely Sexy