Sex for Money, Rent, & Food, Chapter 10
June agrees to work for Malcolm but on one condition.
"Why you? Well, for starters, it's not just the physical sex that lights my fire, June," said Malcolm. "The verbal stimulation for me is just as exciting as the physical stimulation. In my case, the verbal stimulation is more exciting than the physical stimulation. My problem has always been that not all women, who do what you do, have the creative intelligence enough to cerebrally satisfy me."
"I see," she said. "For a man so big and so strong, you seem to be wired more like a woman than a man, Malcolm," she said with a sexy smile. "With men more visual and women more emotional, much like you in that regard, women require more cerebral stimulation than do men."
"Having my brain sexually stimulated is more exciting to me than having a woman making my cock hard with her hand and/or mouth. Preferably and even so much as not seeing nor knowing what the woman looked like and with neither of us allowed to touch the other, I'd almost prefer being in a pitch, black room with a woman who has a sexy voice and a dirty mind as her only tools to stimulate me."
"Interesting," said June.
"She'd talk dirty to me as I masturbated to her words," he said looking at her as if afraid she'd think less of him for the confession of his sexual fetish. "If there was a way to arrange that kind of erotic interplay without having me come off creepy, I would. Only, I don't know how to do that other than to look for a woman who is willing and able to satisfy my needs," he said looking deeply in her eyes. "I think I found that woman in you."
"Actually, being with you in a dark room with just my voice to arouse you, albeit challenging, sounds like fun, Malcolm. I'd love to try something like that with you sometime. I'd love for my words to be so sexually arousing that I can make you cum without touching you," she said with a sexy smile. "Wow. How hot is that?"
"See? That's what I mean and that's why I like you, June. You understand what a man wants and what a man needs without questioning his desires and passing judgment on his fetishes to make him feel guilty."
"There's nothing for you to feel guilty about, Malcolm. Words whispered in your ear can be just as arousing as a tit in your hand or, in my case, a cock in my mouth. Sometimes sexy thoughts are more stimulating than getting laid. Think of dirty talk as mental foreplay without the physical interaction," said June.
"You get it! That's exactly what I mean, June. I imagine a woman as beautiful as you with a voice as sexy as your voice playing through the speakers in my house. No matter where I am, in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the living room, or in the bathroom, and even in my car, I'd hear her sexy voice in my head enticing me to pleasure myself to her arousing words," he said closing his eyes as if imagining his sexual fantasy.
"Of course the problem becomes when you prefer one over the other. There needs to be a healthy balance of dirty talk and physical sex. I'll have to work on that with you," she said grabbing his cock through his pants.
"I'm willing to work with you on that, June," he said opening his eyes with a smile.
"Relax," she said in her sexiest voice. "Allow me to excite you with my voice without touching you with my hands or mouth," she said moving her hand away from his bulge. "Think of me as June, your personal, erotic computer you had installed in your house for your sexual, listening pleasure," she said looking at him. "I can do this Malcolm. Maybe you could even prepare a dialogue for me to recite, different one each day. "Maybe if there's interest enough, we can record our sexy thoughts on a computer chip and market our idea. Imagine a blowup doll being able to talk dirty."
"I may not be interested in a blowup doll," he said with a big laugh, "but I know you can excite me with your words which is why I offered you the job," said Malcolm. "Yet, dirty talk is not the only condition of the job."
"What other condition is there?"
"I have white friends too, of course, but all my close friends are black men," he said. "Black men want white woman but not all white woman want black men. I need a white woman who'd be agreeable to exclusively having sex with black men. Much like me, all the black men I'll introduce you to are successful, educated, and respectful. They'll treat you like the lady you are, especially if I introduce you as my special friend. However, you must never tell them that you're reporting everything they did with you to me. I prefer them thinking that I'm your man and am sharing you with them and not spying on them for my sexual pleasure, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, I understand what you mean. You're the man," said June with a chuckle and giving his package a gentle squeeze while lightly teasing the head of his prick with her finger. "Only..."
"Yes? Only what?" He looked at her affection.
"You're the first black man that I've ever been with and even now, with you refusing to have sex with me and only wanting to talk about sex, I still haven't experienced what it's like to be with a black man," she said with a laugh. Still playing the professional call girl, she decided not to tell him that she was horny and hot for him. "If your friends are much like you, considerate and kind, then I don't see a problem with me having sex with them or with you, especially with you and especially with them helping me to earn a nice living. I'm not a racist, Malcolm. I'm a woman who's been sexually neglected all of her adult life. I'm a woman who's looking forward to making up for all that I lost by having some hot sex."
"I know that, June. Just as I know you're not a racist, I know you have needs too. Otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here with me, a supersized, black man while wearing what your wearing," he said with a booming laugh.
"Only, I'd prefer experiencing being with a black man first before agreeing to only exclusively having sex with black men," she said looking up at him while rubbing her hand along his bulging erection. "Since you're here with me now, alone in the back of your car, as any good pimp would, I mean, benefactor, why can't you break my interracial cherry and personally show me what it's like to be with a black man? I'd like to know what it's like to be with you sexually." She looked at him with as much sexual excitement as she did curiosity. "I'm curious to know."
There was an uncomfortable pause where they looked at one another. Knowing that he'd never make the first move, based on his sexual peccadillo that he'd rather just talk and listen than to have sex with a woman, June leaned over and kissed him on the lips. When he didn't pull away or push her away, she parted his reluctant lips with her tongue. With her fingers already toying with the head of his cock through his pants, she slid her hand down to feel the rest of his growing erection while French kissing him.
