Chapter 3 β The change begins
The next morning I was in the office shortly after eight. I couldn't sleep late β I was so excited and churned up, I was awake at five. I'd taken the vibrator off the bedside table and within ten minutes I'd made myself come twice.
After I'd showered, I went downstairs and before breakfast I practiced with the zucchini again. I could now just about take half the smallest one into my mouth without gagging and hold it there while I licked the honey off. But if Mr. Rogers wanted me to do that with his big cock, I was going to have to try a lot harder.
Although I was hungry, I had only the light breakfast the instructor had described β just coffee, fruit and toast with a tiny bit of butter β then I opened my robe, took the vibrator out of the pocket and buzzed myself to orgasm again. I'd made myself come four times last night, sitting in front of the mirror and finding my way around my own pussy. It was a strange experience. Not long ago I would have been disgusted by the sight. Now, with a lot of coarse black curls trimmed away and consigned to the trash, it
did
look a lot prettier. And it felt
sooo
good when I touched it with my fingers and the vibrator.
On the ride to work, I just kept wanting to lift my skirt and slip my hand in my panties, but that's not possible on a crowded bus. It was hot on the bus, and I felt even hotter. When I arrived and unlocked, I went to my desk, got my vibrator out of my bag and brought myself off under my desk.
Mr. Rogers arrived around eight fifteen. I'd barely had time to put my toy away in my bag, and I must still have looked flushed. He smiled at me, perhaps a little knowingly.
"Vicky. Good morning. You're here nice and early. I must say you're looking very nice today. I love your hair and I see you've applied your make-up. You must have remembered the technique very well." In fact I'd got Ashlyn to draw a little chart of my face and write on it how to apply the stuff she'd sold me yesterday. I was glowing, with pride at my achievements in 24 hours - and from my recent orgasm.
"Thank you Mr. Rogers. And thank you for making it all possible."
"My pleasure. And talking of pleasure, last night you told me quite eloquently what I would be doing to you. Can you remember what it is?"
"Certainly, Mr. Rogers," I beamed. "I took a notepad out of my purse, flipped it open to check the words I'd composed there, then looked up at him, smiling. "First, you're going to make my pussy really wet. Then you're going to slide your cock β your, nice, big, hard cock, Mr. Rogers β into my cunt and fuck me. And you're going to play with my pussy and my clit and maybe my titties until I come. Did I get that right?"
"That was very good, Vicky. Very good indeed. And did you do your other homework?"
"Yes, sir." I reached into my purse and pulled out the smallest zucchini, which I'd carefully wrapped in a sandwich bag. I looked straight at him, opened my mouth and slid the vegetable about halfway in, most of the way to my throat, until it started to get uncomfortable. I held it there for a few moments, then took it out and smiled triumphantly.
"Good, Vicky. Now you need to put it back in, and then slide it in and out. Let me see you do that. Oh, and did you bring the honey? I need to see how you lick it off."
So I dribbled honey over the zucchini, opened my mouth and slid it back into my mouth.
"Good, that's right, nice open mouth. Push it as far back as you can."
I did as he said, and gagged a little.
"Gently. Now slowly back, pressing your tongue underneath it. Now back in. Good, as deep as you can go. Now swirl your tongue around the tip and up the sides. No, don't twist it in your mouth. Keep it the same way up. Good. Now slowly slide it in and out, in and out for me. Excellent. Thank you Vicky. Now you can rest."
I got some water from the cooler. My jaw was rather tired. "Is that β is that what you'll want me to do with β with your cock, Mr. Rogers? Only it's so much bigger than the zucchini, I'm not sure I can manage it."
"Vicky, I think you'll find that it's not a lot bigger. Here..." he checked there was still no-one in the main open-plan area outside, then led me through to his office. Inside, he unfastened his pants. His cock was quite hard; not as much as last night, but nearly so. He held the zucchini alongside it, and I could see that he was about the same length, perhaps a little over six inches, and a little thicker, but not a great deal.
"It's just as well that for your first blow job you didn't pick a black guy. There's one dude at the gym β do you remember him, the tall guy with the dreads?" I nodded. He'd been pumping iron last night, and was seriously ripped. "Well, I've seen him in the shower and he's way bigger than me. So don't worry. I'm Mr. Average when it comes to cock size. After me, you can maybe work your way up to something more substantial."
"Oh, I don't think I'd like that, Mr. Rogers. Yours looks plenty big enough for me." I looked at his cock again, and it didn't seem as fierce and intimidating as it had, almost in front of my face, last night.
"Mr. Rogers. Could I β could I please touch it again?"
"OK, Vicky, but we'll have to be quick."
I reached out and cupped it gently in my hand. As I held it, I could feel it hardening some more. Without asking, I started to stroke it up and down. He didn't stop me, and I began to get into a rhythm. I loved feeling the velvety tip against my palm, and I sort of swirled my hand over the head again and again. It started producing some slippery fluid, which β surprisingly - felt really sexy.