The following Tuesday brought another envelope. This one contained twenty dollars. Marci was in the kitchen preparing our dinner. She seemed very relaxed. It was to be expected. It was the fifth Tuesday since this business began. We were becoming blasé about her weekly shows. I was curious about what she was going to add that night. Maybe she would repeat the previous week's performance. What could she add? All she had not removed were her shoes. Eventually, the raises had to stop. Probably the whole thing would soon end.
At seven, I ambled into the bedroom and sat in the corner by the pull cords. I had placed a chair there after the previous week's show. I might as well be comfortable. True, I always got a hardon, but I could unzip my fly to ease the agony of its confinement. Marci came in as soon as I was seated and turned on the lights. Her jacket went into the closet, then her blouse. She was wearing a front hook bra with a wide space between the cups. The inner curve of the lower edge of her boobs was clearly visible. The moment she took her spot in front of the bed, she unhooked the bra and spread her arms wide proudly displaying her breasts in all their glory. She flung the bra onto the bed, caressed her tits, and played with her nipples. She seemed to be in a hurry to finish the show. After a few seconds of breast play, she unzipped her skirt and let it drop. My jaw dropped with her skirt. Never had I seen her in a G-string. Previously I thought the black thong was daring. Now it seemed tame.
I expected the string would come off quickly. Instead, she returned to playing with her breasts. My dick strained against my pants. The agony became unbearable, so I opened my fly and extracted my dick. "Trying to inspire me?" she said without breaking her act.
"You inspire me," I said as I stroked myself.
"Good." Her hands traveled down her flat tummy to her crotch. The sides of her hands framed the black patch over her pussy.
She brought her left hand up her tummy and ribs to her left breast. Lifting her boob, she licked the nipple. At the same time, she slipped her right hand inside the G-string. It was obvious her middle finger had spread her labia open. She continued playing with her tits. Her right hand slipped up and down inside the triangle over her pussy. Her eyes began to glaze over. Her left hand stayed busy lifting one boob, then the other, to her lips to be sucked on. My cock ached for attention. I saw that she caressed her clit with her fingertips. "Take it off," I whispered. She ignored my plea and continued playing with her nubbin. Her right hand went deeper into her covered pussy. Clearly her fingers had entered her tunnel. "Take off the G-string," I pleaded. My dick was rock solid. I stroked it firmly. I did not understand why she kept the G-string on after stripping completely the week before. Her refusal to remove it drove me nuts.
Her breathing was deep and rapid. She gasped for air. Her hips jerked with each thrust of her finger inside her. The more I pleaded to see her hand, the more she ignored me. She began screaming. Her hips rested against the edge of the bed. Beads of sweat fell from her lips. I stood and stripped off my clothes. A minute later she fell back onto the bed. Her entire body shook in a major orgasm. "Close the drapes," she whispered.
As I pulled on the cords, she scooted up onto the bed. The moment the curtains were closed, I crawled onto the bed over her, pulled the G-string aside, and shoved my solid meat into her. She wrapped her arms around my chest. I banged into her in a frenzy. Her tunnel was the tightest and the wettest I could remember. The harder I pounded her, the tighter her grip on my ribs became. My balls rose up. Her nails dug into my back. My back arched. I couldn't hear. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't feel anything because of the tension in my loins. My nuts contracted pumping my seed into her womb. Her sharp nails punctured my back drawing blood.
Several minutes later I regained enough strength to lift myself off her. I rolled onto my back beside her. "Why didn't you take off the G-string?" I asked. "You drove me crazy."
"I know," she said. "That's why I left it on. You think you were suffering? Think of what it did to him."
"How would he be suffering? I was here with you. He's a hundred yards away or more."
"The phone hasn't rung yet." I hadn't thought about the phone. I had been too insensate to hear it, but she was right. Then it rang. "Guess I spoke too soon." She picked up the receiver. "Hello?" She listened longer than usual before returning it to the cradle. "He's having trouble breathing." She smiled.
Next Tuesday's envelope contained fifty dollars. Over dinner, I tried to get Marci to reveal her plans for that night's show, but she just smiled and said, "You'll see." She enjoyed tormenting me.
At seven o'clock, we turned off all the living room and dining room lights. Before going to the bedroom, I peeked through the gap in the living room drapes. All of the apartments I could see were dark. In the lights from the swimming pool area, I saw most of the curtains were open. There were more telescopes. "Looks like we have a full house," I said.
I settled into the chair in the corner. Marci entered the room a few seconds later and turned on the lights. She had rearranged the room a bit. The lamps were between her and the window, which made her more visible from the outside. Had that been in response to the jump in donation? I certainly approved, but it didn't seem like enough. I suspected she had more in mind.
Her jacket and blouse came off quickly followed by the bra. As usual, she caressed her breasts and licked her nipples to full size. My dick strained against my pants. This night she was wearing shorts, very short shorts. "How short were they?" you ask. When she turned and leaned over the bed, they rode up to expose her ass cheeks. Her pussy lips protruded from the side of the crotch. I wondered if she wore the shorts to work. They would not have been proper for her position. I knew her boss was a leg man. Had he, or someone else, been getting a free show, or more, when I wasn't around? For a second, an image of her boss fucking her flitted through my mind. To my total amazement, I liked the thought. I vowed then that if she wanted him inside her, she could have him. I wanted to hear all the juicy details afterwards.
She turned back to face the glass. For a moment, she put her fingertip on the corner of her lips and stared at me with the pouting expression I adored. The shorts were so tight that her pussy lips were outlined against the crotch material. After a few seconds, she unhooked the waistband and opened the zipper. Wiggling her hips from side to side, she pushed the tight pants down until they fell on their own to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Her pussy was bare, no panties, no thong, no G-string, no hair. The last made me look twice. She never shaved her bush before. She had trimmed it for wearing her bikini, but it hadn't been completely bald. She ran her finger up and down her slit a couple times to emphasize she was hairless.
She knelt on the foot of the bed facing the window with her knees spread apart. After stroking her breasts and nipples a few times, she raised her arms high above her head and leaned back until her head touched the bed behind her feet. When she returned to an upright sitting position, she held a ten-inch long black vibrator in her right hand. It was shaped like a penis. Her left hand dropped a tube of lubricant by her leg. I stood up and took my clothes off, an act which brought a smile to her face. My rigid cock pointed at her pussy.
She twisted the base to turn on the vibrator. She traced circles around her areolae with its tip until her nipples were solid pointers. Her slit had already opened by the time she placed the tool against it and rubbed it up and down. Turning her head to face the wall beside her, she kissed the head of the dildo, then opened her mouth to let it slide in a couple inches pretending to give it a blowjob. When she pulled it out, she had an expression of total lust. She opened the lubricant and smeared the shaft with the lube. With the artificial cock thoroughly coated, she held it against her clit. The vibration made her gasp for air. Shifting her grip to hold it by the base, she spread her pussy lips and pushed the shaft into her cunt. She slid it in and out of her tunnel simulating a prick's fucking motions. My own meat was a steel rod. She watched me stroke my manhood while she played with the vibrator in her hole. After a few minutes, her eyes closed, and her mouth fell open as an orgasm surged through her. She collapsed in her back with the black tube inside her pussy.
