Wanna Try Something Better (unedited progress to date)

 

Wanna Try Something Better?

Copyright 2020 by Stormbringer

A South Florida Universe Story

 

 

BBC’S ADULT BOOKS

Miami, Florida

1996

 

 

Ben hated computers.

He sat back on his stool, turning his attention from one screen to the next. The monitor on his register was showing the slow progression of Windows95 point of sale system installing off a noisy cd-rom. “Point of sale,” he grumbled, “More like piece of shit.”

The other screen on his desktop was more interesting, but also more worrisome. The picture finally appeared, a nude woman on her knees, sucking a large black cock off alt.sex. Pornography was on the internet now. Worse news for him, a survey done last year had shown that 80% of internet usage was porn.

The good old days were over.

Benjamin Blackwell Calhoun stood and surveyed his sex store. It had come a long way in the twenty years since he’d opened his shop. A red flashing neon sign simply read, ADULT, telling passersby what items the shop sold. Back in those days, he had displays of magazines, dirty paperbacks, and sex toys. It had been a struggle for years, but then came the video cassettes and he’d made a fortune. The booths playing videos brought in more customers and then someone had drilled a glory hole into a wall between the booths. Ben wasn’t mad, he was intrigued. He added holes to more of the booths, and widened them to fit his thick black cock.

He’d watched couples and college kids enter his store, giggling, and laughing, buy some tokens off him and disappear into the booths. If the woman was attractive enough, he’d often excuse himself and sneak off to stick his monster cock through one of the holes. There were screams and gasps of disbelief. Sometimes it scared them off, sometimes there’d be a tentative touch on his cock, a squeeze of the hard head of his glans, sometimes he’d get a handjob, sometimes a blowjob, and sometimes, he’d feel the hot embrace of a wet pussy backing into his monster cock.

He wasn’t the only one either. Men started showing up wanting the same and a few women became regulars, addicted to jerking and sucking anonymous cock. Some hung black men had even started sticking polaroids of themselves, pants pulled down to show off their junk, with phone numbers attached. He’d taken to calling the bulletin board the Bull Pen. Some hung white boys tried putting their pictures up, but Ben usually ripped their information down after they left.

He surveyed the store’s extensive video section. Progress was threatening this as well. The movie Twister was being released on a new disk format this year and if that caught on… Ben sighed. He was 51 now and apparently that was old enough to resent changing times. His sons, Buru and Bomani, had big ideas for the store, but Ben wasn’t quite ready to turn things over to them. When the millennium came, he planned on taking his bike cross country. He toured several times a year, visiting biker weeks with other members of his biker club, the Black Panthers. The open road was starting to call him more and more.

The chime over the front door rang.

Things were slow during the day time midweek and he wasn’t too surprised to see a woman walking in. it was eighty degrees outside and she wore a belted overcoat making her figure look bulky. Blonde hair was tied back and largely hidden under a scarf. Giant sunglasses hid most of her face. She wore slightly heeled sandals. Her feet were dainty and pretty with red polish on the nails.

Dildo!

“Afternoon,” he said. “Can I help you?”

“Just looking,” she replied.

Ben walked back behind the counter and sat down. He glanced at his cash register’s monitor. 80% downloaded and it looked like the damn thing was stuck. He shook his head, annoyed. Ben turned his attention back on the woman.

Her gaze fell on the row of glossy magazines. Not the mainstream publications like Playboy or Hustler, the pure porn publications. She quickly turned her head away. She surveyed the VHS tapes, looking away from them also. She inched her way to the counter where the dildoes were, quickly surveying the assorted array of sex toys. Her eyebrows shot up above the top of her sunglasses when the lenses fell on the King Cock. The fourteen-inch lifelike black cock. She flushed and looked away. Ben tried not to smirk.

Her hand came up, Ben’s gaze focusing on her wedding and engagement rings. The later had an impressive diamond. He couldn’t quite tell, but she looked about thirty.

Thirty. Peak sexuality. Her husband wasn’t satisfying her. Small dick. Limp dick. It didn’t matter. Whatever it was, she was desperate and horny enough to go to a seedy sex shop in a black ghetto looking for a dildo to satisfy her needs. Her hands pulled a lifelike white six-inch dildo off the peg board.

“You sure that’s the one you want, Miss…”

His voice startled her and she jerked her hand back, holding the dildo to her coat. “Smith, uh Jane Smith.”

Lie.

She hurried to the counter. “Yes, this is exactly what I want. It’s a gag gift for a bridal shower.”

“Certainly, Mrs. Smith. Bridal shower gifts are usually bigger. Like the black ones over there or even the King Dong here. If it’s a gag gift, the big ones really make you gag.”

“Good heavens no,” she gasped, her gaze running along the foot-long black dildoes. “Something realistic. I like this one. My husband is about this…”

“I understand, Mrs. Smith. Is he having… difficulties?”

Jane Smith’s cheeks turned red beneath the glasses. She nodded.

“Well, I know it can be frustrating, but his problem is probably medical and it’s important you don’t resent him for it. And I know you’re embarrassed being here, but you’re doing nothing wrong. You’re entitled to a satisfying sex life as much as anyone.” Her cheeks were even more flushed now. “Jane, I sell lots of sex toys… sex tools… and they’ve help save marriages. Now, if you’re husband’s a minute man or can’t get it hard, lots of couples use tools to improve their sex lives.”

“Oh god, no,” she gasped.

“We’re alone here, Mrs. Smith. Store’s empty. You can talk to me.”

“I want it for my alone time.”

She had a lovely voice. Ben was starting to become intrigued, wondering what kind of a body she was hiding under her coat. “And is his problem is stamina or hardness?”

Jane Smith sighed, seeming to relax a little. “Both,” she exhaled. “He’s older than me. Our love life started out good, but over the years, he’s become more… floppy. And when he does get it hard,” she paused. “He finishes after only a few strokes.” She sighed again, her flush coming back.

“Heart condition?”

“Yes!”

“Penis problems are a common side effect of heart conditions and medication. Shy of a miracle pill coming on the market to cure erectile dysfunction, a dildo’s you’re only choice.”

Jane sighed, a smile spreading across her face. It was a pretty smile. “Thank you for being so understanding, Mr…” Her gaze fell on his business card. It read; Benjamin Blackwell Calhoun, proprietor. “Calhoun.” She finished. I guess you put the BBC in the store’s name?”

“I put the BBC in lots of things, Mrs. Smith, but you can call me Ben and yes, I’m the store’s owner.”

“Well, thanks again.”

“You’re sure your husband won’t go for using a toy during your intimate moments?”

Jane shook her head. “It would hurt his feelings too much.”

“Lots of husbands don’t have a problem with bringing toys into the bedroom, but if you’re sure this is for your alone time…” He paused and Jane nodded. “Then do you wanna try something better?” Ben leaned over and held his hand over the rack of six-inch realistic white dildoes that she’d just purchased. He moved his hand right, the dildoes growing larger and larger. When they hit ten inches, they turned darker the bigger they got until his hand stopped over the black King Dong, the color matching Ben Calhoun’s skin color. “Generally speaking, the bigger the better with more powerful multiple orgasms.”

“Oh no,” she said, shaking her head. “This is perfect.” She handed him the plastic encased dildo.

Ben took it and frowned down at it. “And you’re husband’s only this large?”

Jane frowned. “Uh, well yeah. I think so anyway. It’s been a while since I’ve seen it that large, but it’s close.”

“Then why not get a bigger one? Much more satisfying.”

“Well, I wanted one that reminded me of when times were better.”

“Why not a seven or eight inch one? The eight-incher is also a vibrator. There’s no rule saying you can’t pretend your husband has a larger dick.” He watched her, looking at the one she wanted to purchase and over at the larger dildoes. Still, she hesitated. “Look, I can give you 50% off one of the larger ones. That will make it cheaper than the one you’re buying.” Her eyebrows shot above the sunglasses again.

Bingo! A woman that can’t resist a bargain.

“Well, if you really think they’re better?” Her gaze was on the eight-inch vibrator, but her hand came out for the safer choice and took the seven inch one. It was a realistic pinkish one, no different than the six-inch dildo, just longer and slightly thicker. “I’ll try that one.”

“Very good, ma’am,” said Ben. The new sales program was still loading, so he just pressed a button to open the register. “That’s $29.99.”

“You mentioned 50% off?”

“Of course, my bad. $14.99 then and if you wanna try something better, I’ll give you a discount on an upgrade too.”

“Thank you, Mr. Calhoun. Is a check okay?” Jane Smith took a check book out of her purse.

“Certainly,” he said, looking at her curiously. “I’ll need to see some ID and if it isn’t printed on the check, please write your phone number in the memo line.”

She quickly wrote out a check and handed it over to him with her driver’s license on top.

Ben gave the license a quick glance. Her real name was Dawn Connor and she lived in an upper-class section of Miami and the photo showed an absolutely lovely face with bright blue eyes and just the hint of an upturned smile. It matched the address on her check so he slid it back to her. “Thank you, Mrs. Connor… I mean Mrs. Smith.” He gave her a pronounced wink as her face turned red.

“Good afternoon,” she replied, turning and racing towards the door. Probably wanting to get out before any other customers came in.

Ben watched her go, his cock swelling as he pictured the lovely woman’s face on her driver’s license. The bell chime went off as she exited, glancing right and left before she hurried off down the sidewalk. Ben Calhoun followed her to the door. By law, he had to cover his windows and he’d taped brown paper tablecloths along his panes. At some point, a corner had become torn. He pulled the paper back and gazed out into the street.

Jane Smith aka Dawn Connor was approaching an expensive mini convertible. She tossed the bag with the dildo in the back seat before opening her coat and pulling it off her shoulder.  Ben’s cock swelled even more as her ass appeared. It was encased and displayed by tight shorts that stopped high on her thigh. Her legs were tanned, athletic and thick. He could see the small of her back under a tight pink tee shirt.

Please turn, he thought. Please turn.

She turned.

Ben’s black cock started straining at his pants, trying to burst free. Dawn Connor had a killer body. Her tits had to be pushing an E-cup. The pink tee-shirt was low cut and showed off her cleavage. It also ended above her navel showing off a flat sexy belly. The t-shirt had black letters on it. GIRL… He couldn’t quite see from this distance, but it looked like, GIRL POWER. Not only was she lovely, but Dawn Conner had a real South Beach, Miami body. A body more suited for a stripper’s pole… or a big black pole, not some limp dicked rich man’s wife.

She got in the car, letting her long blonde hair down as she buckled up. The last thing Ben saw was Dawn removing her big sunglasses and replacing them with smaller sexier shades. She ran her hand back through her hair and pulled off into the street.

“And I’d sure like to put the BBC in that,” he mumbled.

Ben looked down by the door and grabbed the, BACK IN sign that had a clock on its face. He moved the hands down to show a half an hour in the future, hanged it up and locked the door. He turned, freeing his cock and sighing as the real King Dong came free, stroking it to hardness as he headed for the back room where he kept a king-sized mattress on the floor.

Ben often took a break to jerk off during the week. Sometimes he grabbed a magazine off the shelf and sometimes he jerked off in one of the video booths. Today, he’d wank off with the image of Dawn Connor fresh in his mind.

**********

Dawn stretched and sighed. It was hot and humid, the sun beating down on her bikini clad body. She reached down beside the cot and grabbed an ice cube from her cup of iced tea. She ran the cold piece of ice over her chest and the tops of her breasts to cool off.

Beside her, Scott whistled, watching her. His stare was lustful, but sad.

Dawn glanced at the crotch of his suit, wishing for signs of a bulge or any sign that his penis was growing. Scott Connor was a handsome, fit, and desirable man despite being fifteen years older than her 28. The penis problems started at forty and it had been more than three years since she’d seen a truly hard erection on her husband.

The only hard thing she’d seen lately was her new dildo. Thinking about it had her nipples swelling, pushing out the front of her bikini top. The bottom of her bikini panty turned wet. She didn’t climax easily, maybe every third time with Scott early on in their marriage. She had her first orgasm in five years with her new toy and once the damn had burst, she’d masturbated every day since and sometimes twice. The larger size had been the right choice as her pussy seemed to love the added length and thickness. Lately, with each use, it seemed to be taking longer to get off with it. She wouldn’t mind sneaking inside for another session, but she figured Scott would wonder where she’d gotten off to. They didn’t get a lot of time together and it was nice sitting by the pool with her husband.

The phone rang.

“I’ll get it, dear,” she told him. Dawn stood up from the cot presenting her bare ass around her thong to her husband. He spanked it playfully.

The phone rang twice more before she made it inside.

“Hello,” she answered.

“Is this Dawn Connor?” said a deep voice on the other end.

“Yes, who is this?”

“Mrs. Connor, this is Ben Calhoun from BBC’s Adult Books,” said the voice.

Dawn gasped, glancing fearfully outside at her husband. “Why are you calling me? You can’t call me here,” she said, her voice lowering to a whisper even though there was no way Scott could hear her.

“Sorry Ma’am,” said Ben. “I’ll put you on the do not call list. This is a courtesy call to see how satisfied you are with the product you purchased.”

“Seriously?” she asked in disbelief. “Yes, I’m very satisfied with my purchase,” she said, rushing though her words. “Now, I have to get going, Mr. Calhoun. Have a nice…”

“Any thoughts on that upgrade?” he asked. “If you wanna try something better, the vibrating ones do all the work for you. The biggest con with your purchase is that you have to use your hands to work it and that can be a little distracting. I can even give you another discount.”

“Hmm, another discount?” she said, glancing out the sliding glass door again. Scott was turning his attention from his Sport’s Illustrated and towards the door, wondering where she was. “No. No, the one I purchased is just fine. Thank you, Mr. Calhoun. Please don’t call me at this number again.”

“Mrs. Connor…”

“Good afternoon.” Dawn hung the phone up. Scott was sitting up on his cot. She stuck her head through the sliding glass door. “Just a salesman, dear,” she yelled. “I’m going to run upstairs and use the bathroom. I may be awhile.”

“Fine dear,” he replied. “I’m going to hop in and cool off.”

Dawn heard the splash as she turned and hurried to her bedroom. She retrieved her dildo from its hiding spot, while pulling the strings on the sides of her panty as she approached the bed.

“Mmmm,” she sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling the dildo into her pussy. Her pussy lips spread out around the head, embracing it as she started working the shaft deeper inside her. As her needy pussy swallowed all seven inches, she laid back on the bed, feet on the floor. Her bikini top consisted of two black triangles that barely covered her nipples and had to be adjusted constantly. She had little problem showing off her assets, but this bikini was so skimpy she only wore it in the privacy of her own pool.

As her nipples hardened, they began to form little pyramids on her chest, pulling her top tighter and stretching it so that hints of areola appeared. Dawn flicked the top up above her breasts and squeezed her bare nipples. They had always been sensitive and pinching them sent spasms of pleasure down to her womb, the pleasure slowly growing and growing. She raised her hips off the bed, into the imaginary thrusts of Scott’s hard prick. “Oh god,” she moaned, sitting back up. She wanted to keep squeezing her nipples, but she needed to move the dildo like it was fucking her. She settled for one hand slowly moving the dildo while the fingers on her other hand pinched and tugged on her hard nipple. The pleasurable sensation stayed where it was, stopping growing. Dawn moaned with frustration, releasing her nipple and using both hands on the base of the dildo to move it as fast and as hard as she could inside her until…

“AAAHH!” she cried out, her body relaxing back down onto her bed, her pulse beating rapidly. Needing to use both hands sure was a distraction to climaxing.

A vibrator would have been better.

**********

Three days later, Dawn returned to BBC’s Adult Books. The door chimed. Ben looked up, a smile spreading across his face. This time, she hadn’t tried to hide her great figure. She was wearing jean shorts, her bare feet in flipflops. A blue tank top, hugged her waist and flat tummy, stretching out around her large breasts. She still hid her face behind the large sunglasses with her hair under a baseball cap. Ben felt his cock twitch as he gazed at her body. “Afternoon, Mrs. Connor,” he said.

“Mr. Calhoun,” she answered with a nod, not meeting his gaze. She hurried towards the counter and the display of sex toys, her head turning slightly as she scanned the display. “I can’t believe I’m buying and eight-inch vibrator,” she mumbled, reaching out for the large bullet shaped sex toy. Her head turned as she took in the larger realistic looking ones, turning darker the bigger they got.

“What was that, Mrs. Conner?” asked Ben, leaning over the counter.

“I can’t believe I’m back here buying a vibrator.” She put in on the counter, eager to get in and out as fast as possible.

“You’re not, Mrs. Connor,” he said with a smile. She finally glanced at his face; brow furrowed above the dark lenses. “Jane Smith is,” he answered with a wink. “Would you like anything else Mrs. Smith?”

Dawn’s lip curled up in the beginnings of a smile. “No thank you, Mr. Calhoun,” she replied. “Is the fifty percent offer still good?”

“Certainly,” he said, ringing her up. The new POS system was up and running and despite his grumbling about it, he was rather pleased with it. “Let’s see, $39.99 with a fifty percent discount. That will be $20 Mrs. Smith.”

She reached into her purse and pulled out a wallet, pulling out a twenty. “Here you go.”

Ben reached for it, but his hand stopped. He pulled his hand back. “How would you like to get it for free?”

Dawn pulled the bill back. “Free?” she asked. “Wait, what’s the catch?” Her brow furrowed with suspicion.

“I need a product review of the item. Just agree to come back in a few weeks and tell he how it’s working out for you.” Ben held his hand up. “I don’t need a lot of detail, Mrs. Smith. I just need to know if the product is working for you.”

Dawn looked down at the packaged vibrator laying on the counter. She had plenty of money, but she was still a sucker for a sale and an even bigger sucker for a great deal. “No offense, Mr. Calhoun, but I can’t keep coming back to your establishment. I’m afraid someone I know might see me.”

“No offense taken, Mrs. Smith. You and about fifty percent of my clientele feel the same way.” Ben reached out and grabbed one of his business cards. “Call me when you come back and I’ll let you know if I have any customers. I can lock the front doors for a few minutes and let you in the back door. I can even do that for you, if you’d like to shop around a bit privately.”

“Thanks, but I’m sure this will work well. I’ll keep my promise and come back with a review, but I won’t be needing anything else.”

“You ever watch porn, Miss. Smith.”

“Certainly not, Mr. Calhoun. I find it disgusting and demeaning to women.”

Ben backed up and stepped down from behind the counter. “I’m sure, Mrs. Connor feels that way, but I think your friend Jane might like it. Watching a good porn gets the arousal flowing and enhances the pleasure from your purchase.” He reached out and grabbed a video off his rack. “Here, just give it a try. I could use and honest review of a few movies too. Bring it back the next time you come in.”

Jane reluctantly took the video. The slipcase showed a few large breasted bimbos and an ugly hairy man with a gut, not exactly her idea of a stud. She handed it back to Ben when he stepped back behind the counter. He slipped the video and her vibrator into a brown paper bag. “Thanks, Mr. Calhoun. I can’t make any promises on the video, but I’ll come back with a quick review. I’ll call and use your back door.”

“Sounds good, Miss. Smith. Have a good afternoon.” She didn’t answer and Ben watched her pause at the door, making sure no one was watching. “I’d like to use your backdoor,” he mumbled staring at the shorts hugging an absolutely great ass.

**********

Dawn stepped out of the shower and toweled her wet body. After rubbing the towel through her hair, she brushed her blonde locks in place and brushed her teeth. Nude, she strolled into the master bedroom, walking to the window and glancing down to make sure Scott had left for work. Her pussy was already lubricating as she walked over to her dresser and removed the bullet vibrator from its hiding place under some folded clothes.

She laid down on the bed, sighing as she spread her legs open and flipped the switch to vibrate on the dildo. She closed her eyes and held the shuddering toy against her clit, letting the pulsations increase her arousal until an orgasm slowly start to build up. Time to bite the bullet, she thought, pushing the vibrator into her pussy, smiling at her little joke as her pussy lips easily spread open for the bullet shaped toy. “AAH,” she moaned, flipping the switch to maximum vibration as she pushed it deeper. “AAH AAH.” She released the toy and grabbed her swollen nipples, squeezing the hard nubs. “AAAAHHHH!!” Her hips bucked up off the bed as she came hard. Her ass fell back on the mattress. Dawn gasped for breath. That had been a big one, maybe her biggest. The vibrator was still doing a number inside her pussy. She kept pinching and tugging on her nipples. Another climax was growing, coming quickly. “OH SHIT!” she moaned, her hips leaping up again. Her orgasm, forced half the dildo out of her pussy, before her vaginal muscles squeezed down around the plastic, contractions trying to pull it back in wanting it thrusting in and out of her like a real man. Another outward contraction, pushed it out of her completely.

Satisfied and still gasping as she tried to catch her breath, Dawn sat up and reached down to switch the vibrator off. She fell back down on the bed, placing the vibrator between her large heaving breasts. Contented, she closed her eyes and easily could have fallen right back asleep. It was sad, but her new toy was better than her husband had ever been at getting her off. Yesterday had been the first time she’d used it and she’d been shocked by how good the eight-inch toy had felt inside her and at how quickly, she’d cum. Having a double today had been an unexpected surprise. Her day was mostly free and she’d planned on having a second session with her new toy, but after two orgasms, she might just skip a second session.

Dawn forced her eyes open. She planned on laying out by the pool this morning and could always nap outside. She got off the bed, cleaned off the dildo in the bathroom and hid it back beside the brown paper bag containing Mr. Calhoun’s porn movie.

Dawn did fall asleep beside her pool. The heat on her skin and her state of sexual gratification put her asleep quickly. When she woke, the sun was high in the sky, near noon. She sat up on the cot, stretched her arms over her head and got up, jumping in her warm pool to cool off.

Dawn swam a bit before climbing up the later and drying herself off. She went inside to eat lunch, fixing a sandwich, and staring outside as she ate. She wanted to lay out some more, but her mind kept wandering to the toy upstairs. “Why not,” she said, finishing her sandwich. Her pussy was already lubricating as she walked up the stairs. Dawn pulled at the strings on her bikini, the two pieces falling to the floor in her bedroom as she once again went to retrieve the vibrator. This time, her eyes fell on the bag containing the adult video. “I did promise a review,” she mumbled, putting the tape in her VCR.

Dawn hit play and pressed the tip of the vibrator against her clit again, switching it on. The vibrator did its job arousing her even if the movie didn’t. It was exactly what she expected, cheesy music, bad production values, worse acting, even worse dialog, and an essentially non-existent plot. She watched the first scene and found herself bored. Honestly, it was more arousing to close her eyes and imagine Scott fucking her with a hard, oddly shaped bullet penis.

She moaned, starting to push the dildo inside her, ready to turn the movie off, but she didn’t want to take her hands off her new toy. The ugly hairy man was in the next scene. Dawn shook her head. These things might have more appeal to women if they got attractive men to act in them. She couldn’t even say much for the big boobed slut that quickly kneeled down in front of sasquatch man. God, the man was hairy and he had a gut! Seeing him in a sex movie was more of a turn off then arous… “Holy crap!” Dawn gasped when the man’s penis sprang up. The woman grabbed the shaft and started stroking it. Her eyes widened as the huge penis swelled up even more, the actress soon wrapping her lips around it and sucking the huge cock.

Dawn’s nipples were aching for attention. She reached down and switched the vibrator to maximum, laying back and squeezing her nipples, her attention fully focused on the ugly hairy man’s penis. It made her dildo look small and inadequate. She was equally impressed by how much of the big cock the woman was managing to swallow.

Dawn watched fascinated as the actress spread her legs open and took the huge cock. Dawn reached down and pushed the base of the bullet vibrator in as deep as it would go while working one nipple with her other hand. She came hard as the chubby troll pulled his monster penis out of the one, several large blasts of sperm striking her tits. She quickly sat up, jerking the man’s shaft, a few more wads of semen striking her face or falling on her outstretched tongue.

Dawn switched the dildo off and removed it. She laid down, catching her breath and watching the next scene. It was as boring and poorly acted as the rest. The man was fitter and better looking, but inches smaller than the hairy actor, but still an inch or two longer than her husband’s back when Scott got a firm erection.

Dawn found herself using the dildo once or twice a day for the rest of the week. Sometimes, she watched the scene with the hairy man and the actress again and again, trying to time her own orgasm to the man’s. She came hard watching him pull that monster out of the woman, his cock swollen and rampant as her came on her tits, face, and tongue. Other times, she laid down, closing her eyes, picturing her with Scott, but his cock was 10” long and each time she had the fantasy, Scott was looking more and more like the ugly chubby man until Dawn was picturing herself as the actress getting fucked by the hung porn star.

**********

Ben let Dawn in through the back door in the alley behind his store. She wasn’t hiding her body anymore, wearing shorts and sandals along with a tank top that showed off her sexy belly. Her blonde hair was down and her blue eyes weren’t hidden behind big sunglasses, but then it was a cloudy day with rain in the forecast. He smiled and let her in.

“Stores empty and the front door’s locked,” he said.

Dawn gave one last nervous glance down the alley towards her car before slipping in the backdoor to the stockroom. “Thanks,” she said, following him into the store. “Just worried about my car.” Her eyes fell on a mattress and blanket laying on the stockroom floor.

“Neighborhoods not that bad,” he assured her.

Dawn grinned wryly and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Sure, it isn’t.” She glanced over at the bars on one window in the stockroom. The display window in front had a shutter he could pull down and his counter was behind bullet proof glass with a little sliding glass door he could shut by the register to secure himself in the booth. There was also an alarm bell above the front door and the backdoor, she’d just entered through.

“Not that bad,” Ben repeated. His store had survived the Overtown race riots in 1980 and a few riots since. BBC’s ADULT BOOKS was just barely in Overtown, off I-95 and most of his clientele were white men sneaking in for their porn fix. “Here for an upgrade?”

“No, just a product review like we agreed upon.” Her eyes glanced over at the hallway with BOOTHS on a sign above it.

“Video booths with a selection of adult movies to choose from,” he explained. “Would you like some tokens?”

“Ah… no thanks,” said Dawn, shuddering. Her mind pictured a small booth with a porno running while some man jerked off watching it. She still couldn’t believe she was in a sleezy place like this.

“How did the bullet work for you?”

“Fantastic. The thing’s amazing.”

“And you orgasm every time?”

She blushed a little and nodded. “Yes, it’s perfect.” She glanced at the row of dildos beside the counter. Her gaze falling on a giant flesh colored one beside a black one that had to be a foot long. The white one looked like HIS cock!

“And what did you think of the movie?”

“Not much,” she replied. “Mostly boring, bad acting, bad dialog, no plot.” She kept staring at the 10” lifelike penis.

“Did you watch it to the end?”

“Uh, no. I never made it that far.”

“You need to watch it to the end, Mrs. Connor… I mean Miss. Smith.”

Dawn smiled; her eyes glued to the dildo. “Dawn is fine when we’re alone, Mr. Calhoun.” She continued staring. “Say, do you know who the actor was in that movie you gave me?”

“Which one, Dawn?”

“The hairy one, a little chubby, not very attractive.”

“The one with the big dick?” he asked. She blushed again. “That’s Ron Jeremy. Pretty famous. They call him, “the hedgehog”. You have a good eye, Dawn. That’s his cock you’re staring at.”

“What?”

Ben stepped up behind the counter and pulled a plastic encased dildo out. It was called the Ron Jeremy Dong and had an image of the actor on it. The package stated the dildo was 9 ¾” long. “If you wanna try something better than the bullet, it’s yours. Same deal. Just give me a review.”

“I couldn’t it’s too big.”

“Did the actress have any trouble taking it?”

“Well, no,” she replied. The actress seemed to be actually enjoying it despite the ugly man it was attached to.

“Well give it a try then,” said Ben, pulling a brown paper bag open and slipping the large dildo inside. “What about another movie?”

“Not really my thing.”

“Maybe you just haven’t found the right one. “I’ll get you another one with Ron Jeremy.”

“Okay,” she replied meekly, embarrassed her nipples were starting to harden at the thought of seeing more of Ron’s dick.

“But finish the first movie so you can give me a review. I want to know if it’s worth putting in one of the booths. The same for the second movie.”

Ben removed the slipcase from a video and placed it in a plastic rental box. He added the nearly ten-inch model of Ron Jeremy’s cock in a nondescript brown plastic bag. She slipped out through the storeroom and into the back alley, eager to get out of this section of town. She was also eager to try out her new toy tomorrow.

**********

She tried out her new toy as soon as she got home.

She hadn’t planned on it. Dawn removed the large dildo from it’s wrapping and found herself staring at it. Her mind filled with images of “The Hedgehog” thrusting it in and out of the actress as she ran her hands along the bumps and ridges of the realistic looking plastic cock.

Almost before she knew what she was doing, Dawn was naked on her bed, eyes glued to the actress trying her best to suck the ugly man’s monster appendage. She ran the head of the dildo along her slit, her arousal growing as she stared at the woman blowing the actor. Dawn didn’t like sucking dick. She’d done it for her husband a few times on special occasions, but the actress looked like she was enjoying it. Of course, she was an actress.

Ugly Ron sat up on his knees and pressed his cock down on the woman’s slit. Dawn pushed the head of the Ron Jeremy Dong against her own labia and pushed the head inside even as Ron’s disappeared in the actress. “OH!” she moaned, raising her hips into the dildo as she pushed it deeper. She tried to work the dildo in and out of her pussy in time to Ron’s thrusts, but she couldn’t keep up. “AAAHH!” she cried cumming hard. Dawn’s hips fell back down onto the bed. She held the dildo inside her, trying to catch her breath, staring at the TV until Ron pulled his gorgeous cock out of the woman and splattered an impressive load of semen on her fake tits.

**********

Dawn waved at Scott from the upstairs window as he backed out of the driveway. Her hand was out of sight, pulling on the belt of her robe even before his car was driving down the road. She let the robe fall off her shoulders and hurried back to her dresser to pull out the dildo and the movie.

She inserted the movie into the VCR and hit play. It showed the actress rubbing Ron’s semen into her breasts. Dawn rewound it, watching the reverse fucking until the woman sat up, leaning in to suck Ron’s dick. Dawn stopped rewinding and his play.

She grabbed her dildo and sat on the edge of the bed. Once again, she rubbed the head along her moistening pussy, pushing it in as Ron pushed his real cock inside the actress. Dawn remained on the edge, working the new dildo in and out, staring at Ron’s cock on the screen. The beautiful images of his cock ruined when the camera would move up to show the expressions on his face. “Fuck me,” she whispered as the actress cried, “Fuck me.” Dawn moaned; her noises similar to the actress on the screens. She wanted to lay back and enjoy the thrusts of Ron’s cock while pinching her nipples. She wished this one was also a vibrator so she could do just that. “AAHH!” she gasped, her vaginal muscles squeezing tightly down around the big plastic cock as she came.

Dawn fell back on the bed, gasping for air and totally satisfied, watching Ron’s cock spewing his seed all over the actress’s tits.

Dawn reached over to the head of the bed and pulled a pillow over under her head. She’d promised to watch the movie to the end so she laid there to catch her breath, waiting for the actress to quit making goo-goo eyes at the Hedgehog while rubbing his cum into her tits. Dawn relaxed, letting the feeling of sexual satisfaction wash over her. The long dildo was still deep in her pussy, all the way up to the suction cup on the bottom. She sighed, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed so full. It made her feel complete somehow.

The blonde in the next scene was more natural looking than the fake looking porn star with Ron. She was sitting reading a magazine, twirling her hair when the doorbell rang. She smiled, dropped the magazine and bounced up to answer the door. “Ugh!” Dawn muttered when she opened the door and a black man entered. Dawn scrunched up her face as the black man and white woman kissed. She didn’t want to watch an interracial sex scene, though to be honest, the black man was better looking then Ron Jeremy. He had a flat top afro and an attractive face.

Still, she had no interest in watching this scene. She reached out for the remote and fast-forwarded the tape. The girl led him over to the couch. She pulled her shirt off over her head. They kissed again. She kneeled, looking up at him. She pulled his pants down. His enormous cock sprang… “What the fuck!” said Dawn, pressing play on the remote. A huge black cock nearly a foot long was bobbing before the woman’s excited looking face.

“Just what I wanted,” said the actress, grabbing the shaft. “A big.” She kissed the tip. “Black.” She ran her tongue over the crown. “Cock!” She let the shaft rest on her face. It took up her entire head. Her tongue came out and she licked up the shaft back to the tip before taking the head in her mouth and starting to suck what to Dawn’s eyes looked like at least a-foot-long penis that made Ron Jeremy’s look small.

A flesh flow of arousal ran down around the plastic shaft in her pussy.

As the dark black shaft hardened and started to glisten from the woman’s saliva, Dawn had to admit, the huge black cock was simply magnificent, rock hard, ebon perfection.

Dawn was almost sorry to see the actress stop sucking it she was so turned on staring at the veiny shaft each time the woman sucked back to the head. The couple moved to the couch, brushing her discarded magazine aside. The black man sat down and held his cock up while the woman straddled him backwards so that she was facing the camera. She lifted her skirt up, revealing that she was panty less (of course she was). She slowly lowered herself down over the shaft, taking more and more of it. She paused briefly, a painful expression crossing her face, before she sank all the way down into his lap. The painful expression was gone, now replaced by one of pure bliss.

Dawn grabbed the base of the dildo and began working it in and out of her pussy, staring intently at the blonde riding the 12” black shaft. It was one of the most erotic sights she’d ever seen. Big black hands were on her pale hips. They moved up, coming around to cup her breasts, looking like she was wearing a dark black bra. His fingers spread, squeezing her hard nipples between them.

“Oooo, fuck me, baby. Fuck me. You fuck me so good,” mewled the woman. “Fuck me with that big black cock.”

“Oh, fuck me,” grunted Dawn. “Fuck me, baby.” She stared at the couple on screen another climax growing. “You fuck me so good.” She couldn’t bring herself to say, big black cock, but she thought it. “OHGOD!” Her orgasm exploded so quickly, it caught her off guard. Waves of pleasure emanated out from her womb reaching the tips of her toes to the hairs on her head. “JESUS!” she cried, at the strength of the orgasm. She started pulling the dildo out, slowly opening her eyes to see that the actress had jumped off the swollen cock and was now kneeling, jerking it off, with her tongue stretched out. Dawn shoved the dildo back in her pussy all the way up to the suction cup, staring as strand after strand of white semen erupted from the cock head covering the woman’s face. “OHFUCK!” She came again. Hard. One giant orgasm on top of another.

Her strength drained from her, Dawn fell back on the bed. She stared dazed at the screen, the movie ending and going to the credits. Her vaginal muscles were still squeezing the shaft of the dildo, quivers trying to push it out before reversing to pull it back in. It was like her pussy wanted to get fucked by it more. Finally, the outward tremor, forced the dildo from her body. It fell to the floor with a thud. By then, the screen was showing all static.

Dawn laid on the bed exhausted for 45 minutes before she finally had the strength to get up. She cleaned the dildo and showered.

She got some errands done before going back to the bedroom and putting her bikini on. She sunbathed by the pool, falling asleep under the sun’s hot rays. She dreamed the black man from the video was coming through the gate carrying a pool net. She glanced at him, lowering her sunglasses to take in his sweaty dark torso. Bad music started playing in her head and she woke up.

Dawn hoped in the pool, swimming a few laps, her mind filled with images of the black man and the white woman. She climbed the ladder out of the pool, briefly toweled herself dry and walked back into her house, heading to her bedroom.

Dawn tossed the wet bikini into the tub. Once again, she retrieved her new dildo and laid down on bed. She rewound the tape back to the woman sucking Ron Jeremy’s prick, watching for a few minutes before finding it boring. She picked up the remote and fast-forwarded back to the woman opening the door to the back man. The moment his big black cock was freed from his pants, her pussy started getting wet.

She pushed it inside her as the woman sat down in his lap. Dawn wished this one had a vibrating function again as she stared at the screen. She kept most of the dildo inside her, working only a little in and out of her while she squeezed her nipple with her free hand. “FFUUCCKK!!” Her body leapt off the bed from another huge orgasm the second she watched the huge black cock erupting his seed all over the woman’s face.

“WOW!” cried Dawn, panting. Going to that seedy adult store had sure been worth it.

**********

Dawn was fixing dinner, her mind already focusing on her next session with the dildo tomorrow morning after Scott left for work. She was feeling like an addict, wanting her next fix. The phone rang. It was Scott telling her he was going to be a few hours late. She told him she didn’t mind.

Dawn was pulling the dildo out from under the pile of clothes a few minutes later.

She had time for a long slow session so Dawn decided to try out the second video. She wanted to see more of Ron’s big cock since the other scene had suddenly turned uninteresting to her. The movie started. “Hmm,” she hummed. Ron Jeremy had directed this one, but the star was apparently a former pro football player.

And he was black!

Dawn’s eyes widened as she took in the black man. They were playing up the concept that he’d played football in real life. He was in uniform, returning from practice to an attractive light skinned black woman. She gasped out loud when he took off his shirt. The man was broad chested with muscles on muscles. He wasn’t as good looking as the other black man, but he was bigger and more brutish looking.

“God!” she gasped, when his cock sprang up. It was as long as the first man’s, but probably a little thicker. This new big black cock quickly became the new image of masculine perfection in her mind.

She was so enraptured by it that she forgot to use the dildo until the scene was almost over. She spread her legs and was inserting it just as the man’s cock was erupting on the black woman’s brown tits and face. Dawn came suddenly, a small intense orgasm, but she’d only inserted the head of the dildo and it left her craving a bigger one. The man’s cock twitched shooting several more wads of white semen than the first black man had. The volume was greater too, almost twice as much.

She was glad she’d been daydreaming the last scene as the next one featured the same man, but this time with a very pale white woman with big breasts and blonde hair. The contrast of their skin was far more erotic. She was sitting on his ass nude, massaging oil into his V-shaped back.

“Oh god, fuck her,” moaned Dawn, working the dildo in her pussy, wanting the sex to get on with it.

The scene did get on with it. The white woman taking the big cock in her mouth, before riding the huge shaft, grinding her pussy into his crotch. Her pale white hands, resting on her broad black chest.

“OH GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” cried dawn, working the dildo harder into her pussy. “YYYEEESSS!!!” she cried watching the white woman jump off the shaft and kiss his balls, her dainty white hand jerking the black cock off. Massive eruptions of cum shooting up from the bulbous head.

Dawn rested the dildo between her breasts. She let the movie run its course. There was one more scene with another white woman and the same black man. Ben had been mistaken about Ron Jeremy being in this one, but she was happy for his mistake. The second scene with the black man and the pale white blonde that resembled her had been the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

Dawn put a robe on, went downstairs and fixed herself dinner. She was famished and ate more than usual. She fixed Scott a plate and put it in the microwave.

She ended her day heading back upstairs and taking a long bath.

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“I didn’t expect to see you back so soon,” said Ben, letting her in the alley door. She’d called him from a pay phone on the street.

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d return this video.”

Ben opened the case. “Oh Dawn,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m going to have to charge you for this.”

“What? Why?” she asked, startled.

“You didn’t rewind it.” He wagged his finger at her, smiling to show he was kidding. Ben also noticed the tape was stopped on the final scene with the black man.

“Sorry,” she apologized.

“No worries. And the other tape?”

“I left it at home. I’ll bring it back when I watch it.”

“That’s fine. Take your time.” He noticed she was looking flushed. He led her to the door to the store. There were voices on the other side. She froze. “We have one customer,” he explained. “He’s checking out. It’s Friday and we’re busier. There’ll be a crowd in a few hours.” He opened the door and peered out. “How’s the old Hedgehog’s dong working for you?”

“It’s amazing.”