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  “First off, I’m a psychiatrist. Shrink is such a derogatory word. Second, I can’t divulge his reason for seeing me. I never disclose information or discuss them in idle chatter.”

  Nancy winked at Ernest. When she turned to the cashier and handed her a credit card, she frowned. After they left the sex shop she asked Ernest to hail her a cab. When a cab pulled over, she kissed him lightly on the cheek.

  “It’s been very enjoyable as usual,” she waved.

  “Yes very,” he said with outright disapproval. “I guess you will go home and cuddle to a pillow and this Mr. Excitement fellow.”

  “Perhaps,” she said after he shut the cab door. She let the cab’s window down. “Or I might cuddle to a dildo, a black one.”

  Ernest faked a laugh then snarled as the cab rolled away.

  Nancy settled in her mid-town, high rise apartment and readied for a shower. Once her shower commenced she smiled, touching herself while she lathered and washed her body. She never fingered herself to the point where she would orgasm. Tonight she allowed the shower’s raining to stimulate her. Thinking about all the men she found attractive, but would never have. Nancy held her pussy lips open. The spraying water hit her smooth, sensitive skin, giving her clitoris, and inner walls exposure. She was very slow when it came to getting to know a man.

  While she was in the shower playing with her sexual portion, Nancy thought about her client, Markus Johnson. It was a good fantasy for her. She rubbed her clit as the water sprayed until her legs shook uncontrollably. Suddenly she stopped. It had been the longest time since she had a man inside her. She felt like she wanted that sensation instead of fingers, and the spraying water. It was one of the most refreshing showers she had ever had. She laughed at herself when she stepped out the shower. She didn’t want to cum by herself, Nancy reached for a towel.

  “I’m such a naughty, naughty girl. You are nasty, Nancy.”

  The words easily slipped from her tongue as she examined herself in front of the full length bathroom mirror.

  It was close to midnight and Nancy yawned before reaching for the remote control of her DVD player. She inserted A World According to Mr. Excitement volume one, propped pillows up against her antique headboard, and pressed play.

  Nancy watched until she felt tempted to retrieve her dildo that had been purchased two years ago. She walked over to the closet with her eyes on the video.

  “You were amply named, Markus Johnson,” Nancy uttered at the screen. “A world according to Mr. Excitement, indeed…”

  The movie she was watching was getting her very excited. Her pussy was glistening with moisture as she reached to retrieve the once forgotten sex-toy. Nancy was aware that once she pushed it in her a little she would cum instantly.

  She didn’t do it. Nancy felt way too tired to get the toy from the box kept way back in her closet. It had been a very eventful day for her, she thought, walking back to the bed. She curled under the warm cover, and fell into a pleasant sleep.

  Mr. Excitement atop her with his massive penis inside her, replayed on her mind as she slept. She dreamt of him looking into her dark blue eyes. Her legs were stretched open, as far as they could go. She was slowly stroking the huge thing between his legs, moving it closer toward her moist opening.

  05

  Markus awoke on Tanisha’s couch around nine Tuesday morning. He was completely refreshed and full of vigor. Tanisha was rummaging through pots and pans in her kitchen, possibly preparing to make the pancakes she had promised.

  He went to the bathroom, relieved himself then took a long shower. After the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist, heading into the kitchen with an erection. Tanisha stood by the stove, warming a griddle. The pancake batter was already whipped.

  Markus crept closer to her. He knew nothing was underneath the white Victoria Secrets silk robe she was wearing. Tanisha slept completely naked. He rushed in quickly before she could turn around.

  “Don’t move.” He pushed up her robe, exposing the thickness of her ass. “Bend over, nice and slow. I wanna see those lips split open.”

  She was breathing hard, but doing exactly what he told her. His hands were on her butt cheeks. Markus’s tongue was flicked between them. He slid it up and down then poked inside her moistness.

  “Oh yes, Markus. Keep it right there…!” Tanisha moaned.

  She enjoyed penetration more than getting licked. Markus knew exactly what she was all about. He didn’t stay on his knees for long. He wanted her to be thoroughly wet before he entered.

  “My God…!” She gasped when he was inside her.

  “I thought you were an atheist,” Markus whispered. Tanisha smiled seductively.

  His dick was too long and had huge girth. He entered Tanisha and she was dripping wet. Markus was the first man she had fucked with an urge to have him nut inside her because she appreciated him as a person. He wasn’t a family member molesting her. He wasn’t some guy with a few hundred bucks to spend in a dingy VIP room at some club.

  “Your dick is… my God!” She yelled.

  She held on to the stove when she felt his dick penetrating her deeply. Markus rarely entered completely because he knew that would only ignite pain. He only wanted to give Tanisha pleasure. She bent her knees when he pushed slowly inside her.

  Tanisha was bent over the stove and Markus was slowly thrusting his dick halfway in her pussy then pulling out. He felt the inside of her warming then she got hot and wetter until her pussy was slippery. Suddenly her insides burst with the juices of her orgasm. A tidal wave of fluid squirted out and down his legs.

  She erupted like a volcano, like her juices were being ejected out a fire hydrant. He thrust a little harder. Her head rocked back and forth as she came hard. She was a squirter. Tanisha could have been a lucrative woman making movies in the porn industry but he made sure she never did a porno flick again. Tanisha was worth more than fucking on film.

  Her long legs shook as she finished her orgasmic ritual. Shaking her round ass until her body convulsed. She fell to the floor. Skeptically she moved away from the dick that made her gush.

  Tanisha got on the kitchen floor, and raised her long quivering legs in the air while lying on her back.

  “Come get more of this,” she said.

  She wanted to make him cum and knew she didn’t. He was before her rock hard. The way he was before he entered earlier. She was on the kitchen floor motioning a hand toward her dripping muffin, extending the invitation.

  “I gotta save myself for work… If you get my meaning…” he said, grabbing the towel.

  Wrapping it around his waist, he held a hand out for Tanisha.

  “What was that practice?” She asked shaking her head.

  “Yes,” he nodded.

  “I’m a crash test dummy now, huh?” She laughed getting up on her own.

  “No,” he said with sincerity. “You are my friend. Look! The pan is burning!”

  The kitchen was soon filled with smoke. The smoke detector went off. Markus ran to the living room to silence it. Tanisha took the griddle off the stove, ran water, and put it in the sink.

  “Fuck this!” She said while the kitchen sink was running. “Let’s get breakfast on the way. I’ll accompany you to work.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked. “You know how you got the last time.”

  “I know, I know,” she said, waving a reassuring hand at him. “I ain’t even gonna trip like that no more. Shit, we’re friends and I know what your job entails.”

  They took a shower together, lathering each other’s body, and rinsing each other off. After the shower, they got dressed, and went to a local diner they frequented. The shooting was at noon. They had plenty of time.

  After breakfast, they rushed to the porn shoot. The hotel suite was in a decent hotel in the Times Square area. The suites Smut Central Entertainment rented were usually spacious and the best the hotel in question had to offer. Markus and Tanisha were in the elevator heading for the penthouse suite
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  “I was gonna ask if you were nervous,” she began. “But then I was like, I don’t want you thinking about whatever triggers those blackouts.”

  “Well, what you said got me thinking,” Markus said, frowning. “I don’t feel lightheaded. I gotta make it through the next couple of hours.”

  “What do you be thinking about anyway?” She asked before she answered her own question. “Yeah, you told me earlier, some girl you met a few days ago, right? What’s so special about her?”

  “Besides being the most beautiful thing on the planet…? I don’t know…”

  “Shit Mark, you fuck all forms of bitches all the time. Ain’t any of them any more beautiful than the next? What am I?” Tanisha laughed.

  “You’re chopped liver. Isn’t that how the saying goes?”

  Markus winced when she bopped him on the side of his head.

  “Sorry Tanisha. You are beautiful. The women I fuck on the job are the same but, this girl is different. I don’t know what it is about her. She makes me think about things… my past and people and places…”

  “Oh,” she mumbled without really understanding what he meant.

  She knew Markus went to see some shrink but they didn’t speak much about it. She figured it was stupid of her to begin mentioning stuff now. He was trying to focus and not have another one of those attacks anytime soon.

  “Think about me when you’re fucking today. I’ll be watching,” Tanisha smiled.

  “Think about you? Hah, fat chance! I’m doing a scene with Vonchell today. Wait ‘til you see Vonchell,” Markus said, waiting for another bop across the head but none was forthcoming.

  The elevator door opened and they walked down a long hall to the suite. Tanisha put an ear to the door before Markus reached for the doorknob.

  “I don’t hear no fucking,” she said in a naïve way.

  “Once I punch the time clock, you’ll hear a lot of it.”

  Markus opened the door. The staff from Smut Central Entertainment was setting their audio and video equipment. There were only a handful of people standing around, but the suite had many rooms. Markus didn’t see any of the professional girls around, they must be in another room getting ready, he thought. Markus felt Tanisha grab his hand. He looked at her, said, “Thanks for coming with me.”

  He saw Audra, his agent with a slim cigarette in her mouth. She was discussing things with his boss, the forever shady, Tony Tee-Neck Jersey.

  “There’s my boy!” Tee-Neck yelled when Audra pointed to Markus. “Come over here, Excitement.”

  “Did that white dude with the receding hairline just called you, boy?” Tanisha said with a huge frown.

  “I don’t like being called boy.”

  He didn’t like being poor either. Smut Central Entertainment was giving him more money than any adult entertainment film company he worked for. They paid him like he was white.

  Markus was in an industry where white women got more money than men. Smut Central however valued the worth of a man with a huge dick and super staying power. They did little of the editing tricks the other companies did.

  Most of their films had a theme. Smut Central’s movies had an actual storyline, unheard of in modern day porn. They were full featured triple X films, and featured women who were ethnic and mostly exotic. These women looked more like models, angels who graced the ground mortals walked on. They weren’t the average hos he fucked for small change once upon a time. This was the second gig he had with Smut Central, and didn’t want to make a mess of things.

  Audra gave Markus the fakest smile. Her eyes were saying, don’t fucking faint on me this time. Audra took the slim cigarette out her mouth long enough to blow a long stream of smoke into Markus’s face.

  “Audra, the pleasure is all yours,” he said, waving a hand in front of his nose before he bent and kissed her hand.

  A college graduate who represented a couple of weak basketball players, and a few B movie actors, Audra was a light-skinned black woman in her thirties. She considered Markus a B movie actor. Short but not fat, Audra wasn’t a bad looking woman.

  Without her heavily medicated bifocals and dressed for the occasion, Audra could pass for a video hoochie. Markus wasn’t sexually attracted to his agent, but would like nothing better than fuck the hell out of her one good time, just to hear her scream. Markus looked at his boss.

  “Hey Tee-Neck, what’s going down?”

  “You are,” he smiled. “On Vonchell... And this time let’s hope you get back up,” Tee-Neck laughed.

  A spitting image of an aging mafia boss, Tee-Neck possibly was. Markus had no clue as to who Tee-Neck was. He knew Tee-Neck didn’t actually direct the films. Tee-Neck owned Smut Central Entertainment, but pretended he did not.

  Daisy Lace, a skinny white woman was the real director, but Tee-Neck got the credit as director, and producer. Daisy, the artist in the company, played the role of owner.

  Markus paid little attention to the small talk in the room. It was clear by the way the staff was preparing the sound equipment, cameras and how the lights were place. The shooting would begin shortly.

  Daisy Lace had a vision for this particular film. They were doing a few scenes with little dialogue this time for a compilation video. The norm in the porn business was to simply recycle scenes from previous films then put hours worth on a DVD.

  Not Smut Central for they were innovative, and did fresh scenes all the time. There was nothing but drop-dead gorgeous, dark, and light ebony skinned women, all virgins to the camera.

  Each scene started with an interview followed by the newbie getting initiated into the world of porn by Mr. Excitement’s dick. Daisy Lace asked questions about their promiscuity and what they thought about Mr. Excitement fucking the hell out of them. The interviews and oral scenes had been done a couple of days beforehand. Markus had blacked out when they were about to get vaginal penetration on tape. Daisy Lace told him to prepare for the scene. They were about to take the filming where they had left off yesterday.

  “Where’s Vonchell?” Markus asked the director.

  “I’m over here.”

  Markus heard the sweet voice. He turned toward the balcony door. His sight landed on slender curves and chocolate milk. Vonchell slinked away from the balcony. She trotted to him wearing only a pair of stiletto heels.

  “I was admiring the skyline. This is only the second time I’ve been to New York,” she said, her hands on hips.

  “That’s right. You’re from Germany, right?” He asked, slowly recollecting her status.

  Although she spoke perfect English, Vonchell had more than a touch of an accent. She was born and raised in Germany on a military base. Her father was a Black American soldier, and her mother native German. Vonchell was raised the proverbial army brat. Markus wondered what turned her to porn.

  He didn’t care to know and didn’t ask Vonchell much about her past. Markus was more concerned about her nice sized heart shaped ass. Her face was breathtaking, wide hazel colored eyes, light auburn shoulder length hair, small waist, and thirty-six B’s. Her sensuous five foot-six, weighing about a buck-twenty-five frame, was enough to sacrifice an arm, leg or good marriage to fuck. Doing her along with the other was on the schedule. This feat would get him a nice piece of cash.

  “Don’t faint on me this time, Mr. Excitement,” Vonchell purred. “And don’t hold back neither. Don’t let my tight little pussy fool you. I like it deep, rough, hard…”

  Markus couldn’t wait to get inside Vonchell. All he had to do was keep his mind on the nice shape in front of him while concentrating on what was between her lick-able legs.

  Markus turned around and saw Tanisha sitting on a chair behind the main camera. She was focused on the long leather couch that would host the sexual festivities. He blew her a kiss and lipped, “I’m gonna be thinking about you.” Tanisha smiled. He figured she was good at reading lips.

  06

  Markus worked Vonchell’s pussy and was about to move on to the
next newcomer, a beauty, named Entice. Vonchell went beyond freaky and requested anal during the taping. Markus was more than happy to oblige. The director didn’t mind and kept the cameras rolling. With the energy these two had on camera, the scene would be classic.

  Tanisha winced while watching Vonchell take the huge dick in her ass with nothing but a little drip of KY jelly. Vonchell was as impressive as a pro. Markus rocked back and forth, eventually letting off on top of her marvelously shaped butt.

  “Cut!” the director Daisy Lace shouted.

  Jealousy washed over Tanisha. Vonchell had the perfect ass to compliment the rest of her nice body. Tanisha had eaten a pussy or two in her time, doing lesbian performances at clubs, and bachelor parties. Vonchell’s act made her imagine licking pussy for no payment. Tanisha thought Vonchell was beautiful but she was a dirty little thing.

  “Strictly dickly…” she uttered under breath.

  “Pardon me…?” Daisy said.

  “Great scene,” Tanisha smiled.

  “Markus, get some rest. Entice is in the next room, mentally preparing for your humongous dick,” Daisy laughed from the director’s chair.

  “I don’t need any rest. Send her in, and let’s make this happen,” Markus smirked.

  “You’re fucking amazing,” the director smiled at Markus. “Get the reflection panels. Let’s do this scene out on the balcony,” she shouted at the camera crew.

  Entice was more reserved than Vonchell. A native New Yorker, she was straight out of Queensbridge housing projects in the borough of Queens. She was good looking but not on Vonchell’s level. Much like Tanisha, Entice was a stripper at first, eventually escalating into adult entertainment.

  Entice took a hell of a pounding from Markus. She had never been fucked the way Markus fucked her. She told him she loved him after the shoot was over. Tanisha wasn’t sure if Entice was joking or not. Entice was in love with the dick.

  After the filming was wrapped for the day, Markus had a few words with his agent. Then Vonchell, Entice, Tanisha and Markus found themselves in an elevator going down to the lobby.