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Sylvia’s Studio
Part 2: Something Special
Mr. Gonzalez hollered at me for about twenty minutes. I begged him for another two weeks’ grace, promising him I just signed a contract and would have the money plus the following month’s rent in advance. Stupid, but I was desperate and it did the job. Shaker relented, but with the warning that if he didn’t get both payments on time, he’d change the locks and sell my stuff. I tried not to think about it walking to a spa across town.
Sula Spa was the name on the door. Trickling water and soft music greeted my ears. I handed the receptionist Sylvia’s card and she gave me a knowing smile.
“Ah, Sylvia’s boy,” she said, tapping the card. “Welcome. Have a seat.”
That made me self-conscious. Clearly, there are no secrets here. Still, why feel self-conscious? I’m about to display my jumbo dick for money like a man-whore. Is there any shame left?
“Mr. Delessio?” asked my host, and I followed her to a room.
She was a sweetheart, perky, smiley, and beautiful. She was thin, and muscular with flawless ebony skin, big brown eyes, big full lips, and a tight little body. Her round ass stretched the fabric of her nurse-like uniform and she knew how to work it when she walked.
“Welcome, I’m Gina. Is this your first time here?” she asked.
“Yeah. This is for a modeling job. I never even thought of coming to a place like this.”
“More men should,” she chirped. “Wait until you see how we pamper you.”
She led me to a changing room where a plush, white, towel waited on a hanger.
“First, take off all your clothes, then step through this door and enjoy the sauna for ten to fifteen minutes. After that, enjoy a nice shower, throw on a bathrobe, and exit through the door that says Depilatory. I’ll be waiting there to wax you, then give you a full-body massage. Sound good?”
“Sounds real good,” I said with a smile. It was hard not to smile at her smile. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
She touched her hand to my arm and whispered, “I promise you will love it.”
I sat in the sauna, glistening with sweat. I was alone, which was great. I sighed deeply, still utterly enchanted by Gina. She was so sweet, and that body was something special.
My towel parted as a column of pulsing flesh rose between my legs like a meaty tree. There was still no one else around, so I figured I’d let it stretch a bit. I found myself admiring it, maybe for the first time. I was always trying to hide it. After what happened to Julia, I resented it. Now, I was admiring it.
It was one handsome dick. Straight as an arrow, not too veiny, nice proportions, and of course, humungous. It felt good when it was engorged like this. Part of me was horrified that it might do this during my massage. Another part of me hoped it would, hoped to feel Gina’s plump, brown lips on it, her hands, her pussy. I wondered what her pussy looked like, then what it felt like. God, I was horny and she was irresistible.
The timer went off.
I opened the door and looked around. No sign of anyone. I scuttled to the showers with my cock sticking out like a battering ram, bouncing with every step.
My shower started hot and soapy. I scrubbed everything thoroughly. Everything. I wanted to be fresh and clean for Gina. Then, I turned the shower cold and shivered while my erection finally went limp.
I walked into the parlor where hot wax was bubbling.
“Hey, Mr. Delessio! When you’re ready, take off the robe and hang it on the hook, then lay flat on your belly on the table. I’ll begin with your shoulders, back, and butt. Then, you can turn over and I’ll clean siirt escort up your scrotum and the base of your penis. Alright?”
I giggled. “Damn, this is so weird. Yeah, I got it, and call me Len.”
“You got it, Len,” she said warmly, her back still to me. “Go on and get settled, then tell me when you’re ready. After that, relax, and I’ll take care of everything.”
“This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”
“Um…well, yeah.”
“Don’t say that!” I joked, “Lie to me, Gina.”
“Oh, I mean, no,” she laughed heartily. “Ripping the hair off your balls is going to tickle like a feather.”
I laughed a little nervously. Her fingertips lightly touched the palm of my hand. It gave me a nice tingle.
“I got you, Len,” she assured me. “I’m good at this. It won’t hurt bad.”
She was right.
The spa music hummed, tinkled, and swelled in the background while she rubbed in oil, powdered me, and waxed away my shoulder hair. I grunted with the first rip but got used to it quickly. She kept going and I joked around in between. She giggled. I would do anything for that giggle. It egged me on.
It actually didn’t hurt much at all. She really was good at it. Of course, she hadn’t gotten down south yet.
The joking hit its height when she waxed my ass cheeks and in-between. The laughter killed the embarrassment I felt. Then came the inevitable.
“Well, one last thing,” she said. “Roll over, honey.”
I did.
She stood there stunned at the sight.
“Everything alright?” I asked, smirking.
She let out a belly laugh. “Uh…yeah. You just got me questioning some stereotypes.”
We laughed. I welcomed laughs, for they held my erections at bay.
She took a deep breath, oiled her hands, and massaged it into the base of my shaft and my ball sack. The warm hands of that beautiful girl on the base of my cock and balls was too much.
Slowly. My mast was hoisted.
“Oh shit,” I muttered. “I’m sorry.”
She stood in stunned silence, staring at it like it was a holy relic. Finally, she whispered, “I-It’s fine, baby. Happens all the time. This actually makes it easier to apply the wax. You just relax.”
With the little, wooden spatula, she smeared wax everywhere there was hair.
“Um… Hmm. Well, excuse me,” she said gently pushing my hard cock from side to side in every direction with the back of her hand to reach every spot. That bending drove me wild, but I held it together.
I grunted as the wax came off, tearing out my pubic hair violently, but the result was appealing. The shock of that sensation got me limp again. With an electric trimmer, she sheared down my remaining pubic hair to the point where it was no thicker than the hair of my stomach. She wiped away stray hairs with a wet washcloth.
Something came over her. She started smiling again and couldn’t stop.
“Ooooo, he’s so haaaaandsome!” she giggled playfully, pointing at my smooth cock. “What’cha think?”
“Fancy,” I answered, amused by the novelty. “It looks damn good. The skin is a little irritated, but not too bad.”
Gina replied, “I have some cream to help. May I?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, just squeezed the pale cream into her hands and rubbed it everywhere that was red. It was soothing but also stimulating. My redwood was once again reaching for the stars.
“I guess that feels good, she smiled widely. The pretense was gone now. She stared at my cock longingly while pulling off her latex gloves.
“You must be very popular with the ladies. You must be living it up on the dating apps.”
I sighed, “I don’t date, so no.”
“Say what?” she replied incredulously.
I silifke escort didn’t want to talk about why, so I just sighed. There must’ve been a look in my eyes or something because her incredulous expression relaxed into a confident and lusty one.
Her fingertips grazed my cock and it didn’t protest. She began to massage it gently with both hands.
“Sex is important, baby. You need it.”
Her massage resulted in a soft grip, embracing my organ.
“Would you like something even more relaxing than a massage?”
“Yes, please,” I whispered breathlessly.
She smiled seductively, then slowly shook her head in disbelief, saying. “I don’t even think I can fit it in my mouth.”
“Yeah,” I said awkwardly, wondering if this was too good to be true. “Blowjobs are a tough ask for this dick.”
“Well, hold up,” she replied, clearly not a quitter. “Let me try.”
Before my brain processed that, she lowered her big, soft, brown lips onto my glans, giving it a big, wet kiss.
“Oh shit,” I whispered.
She gave it another big, soft kiss, then another and another until she was making out with my cock. I moaned in total joy as her soft, pink tongue teased my glans with long licks, then rapid little soft licks on my frenulum. My cock was tingling hard. It was almost too much.
She stuck her tongue out as far as it could go and slid the glans into her mouth. Slowly, she pushed her head down. Centimeter by centimeter, she took it in until it could go no further. She pulled it out, gasping for air.
“Too much for me,” she sighed. “I couldn’t get it past the back of my throat.”
It felt good being in her warm, wet mouth, but I could feel the strain it was putting on her, and I didn’t want that. “It’s alright honey,” I smiled. “I loved those licks.”
“Mmmm, me too,” she said, getting back to it, rolling her tongue all around the glans, corona, and frenulum.
With one last big kiss that left a drool of precum attached to her lip like a string of spaghetti, she stood up. She pulled off her shirt and released her round, perky b-cups from her purple bra. She pulled off her pants and panties together and I groaned, “Oh yes,” at the sight of her hairless, firm, ebony flesh. She was so dark she almost shined. I never thought I’d ever be with such a beautiful woman, let alone a black woman. Her outer labia were large and soft, and between them I could see her inner lips salivating, drooling down her thigh, hungry for the feast waiting for it between my legs.
She crawled onto me and laid her naked body on mine, kissing my lips with lusty passion. I caressed her lips with mine, and her body with my hands, which quickly found her plump, round ass and squeezed it adoringly. My stiff dick bobbed around between her legs like another arm rubbing her plump ass cheeks as she writhed, letting the lightning bolts of pleasure flash around her body, soaking up the joy of anticipation.
She crawled up further, feeding her puffy nipples to my mouth, then further so I could plant a thousand kisses on her firm belly. She came up far enough that my cock lilted back just enough to line up with her silky-smooth pussy. I released her ass and let her ease back. I felt the slick lips kiss and engulf the tip of my penis and she began to crawl back down, feeding it in slowly. It was so tight, but it was slowly yielding to my girth while she moaned and groaned.
I couldn’t believe it; I was finally getting pussy. I was elated, yet a twinge of fear did chill me. I prayed to god to let this happen without any incidents. I begged Him.
“Please be careful,” I whispered to her.
She silivre escort kissed my cheek. “You so sweet. Don’t you worry. I know what I’m doing.”
She did.
The head sank in until her yielding vagina swallowed it like a fine dinner, and she let out a huge screeching moan.
Spooked, I asked, “Hey, was that a good or bad moan?”
“Good,” she replied breathlessly. “So. Fucking. Good.”
She came down further and her nipples found their way into my mouth again, causing her to linger there a moment, but she wanted more cock. She kept easing down until my pulsing rod was stuffed almost halfway into her straining pussy.
Her pussy was tight and warm, yet slippery enough for there to be movement. My penis had never known this pleasure before.
“Oh god,” she grunted. “It’s stretching me so good, baby. It’s rubbing back and forth between two different spots. I’ve never felt so full of man before. God, I can feel your heartbeat through it. It’s the best feeling ever, but it is a lot. I have to go slow so I’m not too sore after.”
“Whatever makes it work for you is perfect for me, Gina. You feel so good. Your pussy is so snug around me, and it’s so wet.”
She really was wet too. Her pussy was drooling all over my belly, balls, and thighs.
She took more inches until she had to stop. I had almost eight inside her and that was enough for me to feel amazing.
Unable to just hump up and down, she rotated her hips, letting it stretch and swirl around her vagina, setting off all kinds of wonderful sensations that made her erupt in a symphony of little gasps, moans, and coos. My dick was tickled to the point of going numb and I knew it would start spasming any second. I begged to hold on as her moans were getting louder.
She trembled and jerked her head up, crying, “Uuuungh! I’m cummin’! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Hooooo-hough-ha-aaaaaaaahng!”
Her spasming pussy clenched my cock as hard as it could. She was a squirter, and the wetness spilled out of her like a waterfall, washing over my scrotum and thighs. She humped up and down on it to milk every little tinge of orgasm out of her pussy, but it also finished the job on me.
“Gina! Gina, Gina… Oh yeah! I’m cumming!”
With lightning speed, she slid off my cock with a loud schloop, and grabbed a clean, glass carafe beside the massage bed, quickly sliding it over my glans as her expert hand seized my shaft and jerked it into full orgasm. My cock bucked like a bronco, blasting thick ropes of cream into the carafe until it was almost half full.
“Goddamn, that’s a lot of man milk,” she laughed. “Good thing that didn’t reach my womb. Women in my family are famously fertile, and that much baby batter would have done the trick.”
We panted, joked, and laughed together as she screwed a lid on the carafe and hid it, along with anything else incriminating, in a locker to clean up later.
We snuck into the showers together.
“Damn, boy! You got me walking funny.”
It was funny watching her try to walk straight as her lower torso tried to find its center of strength again after straddling a piston that size. We kissed passionately as we showered, washing each other clean. In fairness, she mostly just cleaned my cock and my balls, over and over again, smiling up into my eyes in ecstasy. I gazed back, utterly smitten with the beautiful woman.
“Don’t go falling in love, Len,” she whispered sweetly. “It ain’t like that. I got a man I adore. He gets his extras and I get mine, but we are fused for life.”
“Oh,” I replied with the hint of a moan. It hurt. She was used to these casual things I guess, but I got attached. Already, I wanted to see her again, kiss her again, fuck her again, and sleep with her cuddled in my arms. I was in love, but I couldn’t be. She had a man. Fuck.
As we dried off, she said with an adoring smile, “Good luck with the job. I think Sylvia’s got something special in you.”
Continued in Part 3: Len’s photo shoot.
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