Welcome to part 3 of 'Lisa Has Longings'. I have thought over the suggestions I have received, and incorporated the ones I like best- that is, the ones that got me hot. Please, please note that this is all PRETEND. I don't advocate infidelity, unprotected sex, or (heaven forbid!) whoring for Big. Black. Cock. If this does not turn you on, look elsewhere!
love, Aunt Amanda
End of Part two:
After a few minutes, Jimmy's prick softened slightly, and Lisa eased it out until just the glans remained in her mouth, where she sucked and licked the little hole in the end.
Jimmy looked down at her. Lisa was smiling. Her lips and chin were covered with his fresh cum, and a lot of it had dripped down onto her fat tits. "Thank you, Sir." She disengaged, held the cock with both hands. "Little Lisa was very thirsty, Sir. Thank you, Sir...."
Part Three
It was a good thing that the phone had not rung a few minutes before. Lisa started and looked sideways at it when it rang now. She made no move to get it, staying on her knees on the plush white carpet. She was still licking Jimmy's cock when the machine picked up.
"Hey Hon! Guess what? I'm at the airport! The meeting ended early and I managed to get a late flight out on standby. Wish you were there to come pick me up...you there?" At the sound of Bob's voice, Lisa seemed to cave in on herself. Now the light went out of her eyes as she heard the rest of the message. "OK- well I'm gonna grab a cab. It's about...9:00 now. Be home maybe 9:30. Hope you get in soon!"
Lisa looked stricken. Still, she managed to rally somewhat. "I – I should at least clean you up, Sir..." She whispered as she licked and cleaned every bit of cum and saliva from Jimmy's balls and softening prick.
Jimmy offered what reassurances and flatteries he could, but it was a mad rush to gather his stuff. After that, he had no choice but to leave. After he was gone, Lisa had little time to think about her throbbing, hungry pussy as she hurriedly went through the house and picked up any evidence of her indiscretions. She washed the glass that had held Jimmy's drink and carefully placed it on a separate shelf from all the others. To anyone else, it would look like little was amiss, but to Lisa, it was a sign that something had actually happened- that this had not been just some sort of dream.
After she had fed her husband and listened at for what seemed forever to the story of his business triumphs and early closing of contract negotiations, there was an indifferent session of lovemaking. It was only later that night, as he snored next to her, that Lisa realized that she had never gotten Jimmy's phone number.
Lisa spent the next four days on complete edge. She was distracted and couldn't get much done. She tried to stay near the phone- her land line. If she went out, she was constantly checking in with the home line to see if there were any new messages. She was hoping that Jimmy would leave a message while simultaneously in fear that he would-- and that Bob might pick it up.
Every morning, Lisa spent an hour or so after her husband went to work playing with her clit and combing the Craigslist's posts for cheap thrills. She would frig herself while looking at ads from black men who offered to fuck any white woman. She kept the phone nearby the whole time, occasionally picking up the handset just to hear the dial tone and reassure herself that, should Jimmy want to call, that the line was free.
As soon as Bob would get home, she would fuck him. It was a release of the incredible tension. Bob had no idea that his wife was imagining being a whore for Black Cock whenever she came- he just knew that he was getting it every night.
They were finishing dinner in the kitchen Thursday night when the phone rang. Unfortunately, Lisa was sitting at the table at that moment, and Bob was at the sink. She didn't have a chance to answer first.
"Bellows residence." Bob said. He listened, Lisa trying not to freak out. "Doctor who? No, I couldn't tell you. Let me put on my wife."
"Hon- someone confirming a doctor appointment?"
Lisa was trying not to jump up too fast. She took the phone. "Yes? This is Mrs. Bellows."
"Mrs. Bellows?" Lisa heard a woman's voice. "This is Doctor James' office." Her heart skipped a beat.
"Doctor-- James?" Lisa was not sure what this was about, but she had an idea, so she played along. "Yes. I've been waiting for your call." She tried to keep her voice modulated. Lisa's legs were shaking a little as she grabbed for a pencil. "Yes, 9:30 tomorrow is fine. Yes, I'll be there." She was writing.
She was trying to compose herself as she sat back down at the table.
"What's going on?" Bob was asking, but he didn't really care.
"Oh, nothing. Just a checkup- you know—woman stuff..." She stood up behind him, rubbed his shoulders. "You feel all tense, darling..." Bob sighed. Within another 5 minutes, they were upstairs and he was getting his cock sucked again. Starting this week, his wife seemed to want him to hold her head- guide it up and down his hard-on. And no matter how deep he shoved it into her mouth, she had no complaint.
Despite a bad night's sleep, Lisa was up early. From the moment her husband had gone, she had been preparing. She had showered again and re-shaven her pubic mound. Lisa had thought about what to wear to an 'appointment'. She had finally settled on office attire with a relatively tight skirt. Under it, she snugged up a white stringy thong that disappeared into her ass crack and only covered her pubis with the thinnest film of lace. Lisa also eased into a white pushup brassiere. It cupped her breasts, shoved her nipples up and forward, poking at the white silk blouse she wore over it. She applied the amount of makeup more appropriate for a nightclub than a weekday morning, then pulled on a pair of very high white heels and checked herself out in the bedroom mirror. Slut.
Lisa tottered around the first floor, waiting for the right time to leave. By 9:00, she was peering around a curtain from an upstairs room, checking on the street, which was quiet. No one was about. Thank God.
A little later, she pulled the Prius into a parking lot of what looked like a small office building. She checked the paper she held- it was the right address. The third floor had several suites. Number six had an envelope with her name on it, taped to the door.
"Please let yourself in and wait in room two." the note said. "Be ready for your doctor when he arrives."
Room two was rather large, as if it was really an unused office space. It had a couple of chairs and an examining table in one corner, near a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking a parking lot. A waist-high railing ran the length of the window. There were no curtains.
Lisa knew what she was supposed to do. She and Jimmy had played this game before. A few minutes later, she was standing ready. Lisa heard a door open (the hallway?) then heard it close again and what might have been the sound of it being locked. She got into position.
Lisa was wearing nothing but her heels, her push up bra, and the tiny lace thong. Her street clothes were on one of the chairs. Lisa knew she was not allowed to speak or turn to see who was entering the room. She faced the window all but naked, her hands clasped behind her head, her elbows back. She heard footsteps behind her.
Lisa hoped to God she had not made a mistake and jumped to the wrong conclusion after last night's phone call.
"Good morning- Mrs. B, is it?" Lisa almost jumped in shock. It was not Jimmy's voice. A strange man stepped around to where she could see him. He was wearing a white smock, carrying a clipboard. He was a good foot taller than Lisa. He was a very dark black.
"Ye- yes." Inside, she was freaking. Her knees felt shaky. Where was Jimmy?
