Chapter Two: Constance
Constance's Boy Toy
10-inch dick
Hard body
Blonde
Blue collar
Constance let herself into her apartment, and locked the door. She made a beeline to the bathroom, and took out a bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet. She knocked back two pulls and sighed. Tequila Fridays at Daisy's always gave her a horrendous hangover.
She continued on into the bedroom, and slumped onto the bed. Her room was all white, the lone spot of colour from a vase of red roses.
Constance rolled onto her stomach, and reached across the bed to her purse, from which she pulled the list of qualities her perfect man would possess. She looked over the list, and let out another sigh. Some no-strings sex was just what she needed.
Because she was anything but lazy, Constance forced herself to stand up, and headed to the bathroom again, this time shedding clothes as she went. She started the shower, and while it warmed up, she walked naked back to her room. From her bedside table, she drew her favorite vibrator. It was small, white, and waterproof, shaped like a sleek bullet, and with fast vibrations.
In the shower, she washed her dark hair with expensive, salon-grade shampoo, and then lathered herself with expensive, spa-grade body wash. She rubbed her hands over her breasts, enjoying the slick feel of them. They were a large C-cup, with big, dark nipples. Men loved her breasts, and she didn't blame them.
She slipped her soapy hand down to her pussy. She never shaved it – only did some light waxing for bikini season. Constance reveled in being a woman, and part of her womanhood, to her, was her thick, dark pubic hair. She ran her fingers through it before spreading her labia, and fingering her clit.
Constance loved masturbating – she did it at least once a day. She had a variety of dildos and vibrators in her bedside table, and liked to interchange them frequently.
Right then and there, she decided to make it a Masturbation Day. She had Masturbation Days every once in a while – she'd stay in all day, watch porn, and masturbate in ever way she could think of. A Masturbation Day almost always led to a one night stand the following night. For all Constance loved her body, and loved pleasuring herself, there was nothing like a good dick-fucking. She liked to keep her affairs, at this point in her life, as just that – affairs. She had a high-powered career, and didn't want to focus any attention on a serious boyfriend.
Thinking about how many times she could cum today, Constance brought the vibrator to her wet pussy, and rubbed up and down the entire length, before settling on her clit. While the vibrator took care of that, Constance slipped two fingers into her cunt, rubbing the walls back and forth, back and forth.
She came – a pleasant orgasm, if not a spectacular one. She knew she had to work her body more to get a truly amazing orgasm.
Constance finished washing up, and stepped out of the shower, feeling her hangover recede, and pleasant anticipation for the rest of her day. She brushed her hair and moisturized her skin, deciding to stay completely naked.
Because she didn't think masturbation or porn were things to be ashamed of, her porn collection was housed next to her regular DVD collection, in the entertainment center in her living room. Bending down to see the titles, Constance browsed through her movies, trying to decide on a good DVD to start with.
She selected her favorite double penetration porno, and popped it into the DVD player. She settled on the floor, with her back to her leather sofa, and spread her legs wide. She didn't turn her vibrator on – this one a long, green rod- just rubbed it slowly against her slit as the screen went back and a fleshy naked woman appeared on the screen.
The woman was riding a thick straight cock, and pumping a second vigorously with her hand, when Constance finally switched on the vibrator and moaned quietly with pleasure.
As she was slipping it into her pussy, feeling the tension build, the doorbell rang, and a male voice called from the other side of the front door, "Electrician, Ms. Del Costa."
"Damn it!" Constance muttered to herself. She had completely forgotten that the super of her building had promised to send an electrician – at her demand- to look over some faulty wiring in her bedroom.
Constance reluctantly turned off her vibrator, and muted her porno, before running into the bedroom and grabbing a robe.
She answered the door as she secured the belt of her short, silk robe. The electrician looked younger than her, maybe in his early twenties, and about her height, in a pair of battered, snug jeans, and a white t-shirt. He wore a tool belt – a tool belt, for God's sake! - And big, old boots. He was lean, with strong shoulders, and graceful lines of muscle ran down his arms.
After blatantly checking out his body, Constance finally looked him in the face. He had dark eyes, with long eyelashes. To top it all off, he had tousled blonde hair, and two days worth of dark blonde stubble on his angular face.
Constance gulped, and restrained herself from asking, "Do you have a 10 inch dick?" because he possessed every quality on her list, and was model-gorgeous, to boot.
Bingo
, she thought to herself, smirking predatorily.
"Ms. del Costa?" Justin Fine felt himself being to sweat under her intense scrutiny.
"I'm sorry, Mr…?"
"Fine. Justin Fine." He resisted the urge to rub his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans. Constance del Costa was fucking hot, in that tiny robe, with her miles of golden legs and big tits.
"Come on in, Mr. Fine," she gestured him inside, closing and locking the door behind him, "I'll show you to the bedroom." She looked back at him and smiled. "That's where I'm having the trouble."
As they passed the living room, Justin noticed a muted porno playing – a sweating, writhing woman with two porno-big cocks stuffed into her holes – and he saw the discarded vibrator on the floor.
Holy shit
. Justin felt his dick get hard, fast, and gulped. She had been masturbating! She interrupted her! Maybe she needed a hand – No.
