Vanessa yawned and turned over lazily. Who the fuck had the balls to ring her doorbell at 8 in the morning? She sure as hell wasn't going to answer it, having gotten to sleep around 3am. Just as she was falling back asleep, she remembered...
Her new cock was supposed to arrive today! She'd ordered a new packing dildo for work, and couldn't wait to try it out, see what kind of a reaction she would get. The delivery person typically rang and left the package on her step.
She slipped out of bed naked and padded to the front door, peering out through the peep hole. Yep, package! She grabbed her robe off the coat rack and wrapped herself in it before snatching the package and bringing it inside to the kitchen table. Living in an apartment precluded naked retrieval of packages.
Opening the box, she squealed in delight. It was beautiful. Not so big as to be unrealistic, but girthy, and made of a soft, light brown, flexible silicone. She couldn't use it to fuck anyone, but that's not what it was for. She had other toys for that. The head of this beauty was a fucking masterpiece! Perfectly shaped, for a circumcised dick anyway. The attached balls were an afterthought, small in comparison to the cock. She didn't want them to get in the way, so ordered that style. She opened her robe and held it up against her smooth, shaved mound. This could work!
Scampering back to her bedroom, she pulled out her shiny blue booty shorts and put them on, slipping her new cock inside. Her first glance in the mirror put a huge smile on her face. This look fucking rocked. She played with different positions, tried it peeking out the top of the shorts and laughed at the realism. She settled on off to the side, curved slightly downwards.
Still naked except for the shorts and her new cock, she moved the clothes on the floor of her bedroom out of the way and faced the mirrored closet doors. Those mirrors factored in heavily when she signed the lease for her ground floor apartment. The huge bedroom and wood floor combined with those mirrors made it perfect for practicing her art...because it was an art.
Vanessa's game was seduction. She beckoned the people who watched her dance with intentional provocation and eroticism. She danced in front of the mirror, trying out moves that emphasized her new cock, checking to see how wild she could get with the dance moves and have it stay in place.
For the thousandth time, she felt grateful to her Puerto Rican mother for her almond skin, full lips and thick dark curls. Vanessa played the exotic card by simply walking down the street, and was very popular at work.
When she pitched the cock idea to the owner of the club, she was totally on board. Vanessa loved working at a woman-owned club. More freedom, more protection, and more respect for her art. There were so many new moves she wanted to try out!
An hour later she realized she needed fuel, coffee and breakfast. Starbucks, only 2 blocks away. She checked the mirror, wiped the sleep out of her eyes and applied some deep red lipstick. She slipped on a stretchy fake leather black tank top that looked like a corset, stepped into low heeled black sandals and headed to the front door. Hand on the knob, she realized she was still wearing her cock! It was that comfortable, she marveled.
She decided to take it for a spin and blow a few minds. Why the fuck not! She held her large purse in front of her until she got out to the street, and garnered a few double-takes on the way there.
Standing in line with her purse hiding her cock, she scanned the coffee shop and selected her victim carefully. The mirrors on the wall allowed her a view of everyone without the need to turn around. She was getting plenty of looks. There were many to choose from. But she needed just the right combination of...oh, snap! There he was! The guy behind her, who couldn't take his eyes off her ass. White guy, black hair, needed a shave, wearing expensive clothes.
Another part of Vanessa's art that she was quite skilled at - knowing designer clothes. It could make the difference between a $5 tip and a $20 one. Those shoes he had on cost a cool 100. The deep blue polo shirt was a Paul Smith! Definitely white collar, taking a break from shaving for the weekend, with his laptop in a shoulder bag.
Sure, she wasn't working and there were no tips to dance for. She was just fucking around. But why not? Vanessa chose her timing carefully. When she was almost to the front of the line, she turned around casually and moved her purse to the side, giving him a full view of her new cock. Her purse went to the crook of her left arm, and she ever-so-slightly traced her cock with the fingers of her right hand in one smooth movement that he would have missed if his line of vision hadn't been ass-level. Vanessa could do smooth.
She knew she had him when he didn't immediately look up, but paused, catching sight of her cock and not quite believing it.
"Good morning!" She said with a soft laugh, moving her purse back in front of her.
"Morning." He replied, looking up quickly and self-consciously. He'd just been caught staring at her ass, and then had his mind blown staring at her cock.
That moment was so delicious for Vanessa - what would happen now? Did he think her cock was real? Would he reject any further communication? Did her cock interest him? Did he roll that way? Anything could happen!
Taking in her face, he smiled. Hmmm...maybe he did roll that way! Vanessa knew she was pretty, and her lips could work magic sometimes. But he'd just seen her cock. And she didn't seem like his type, if she had to guess.
That's when he surprised her.
"May I buy you a cup of coffee? Or whatever you're having?" He locked blues eyes with her green ones for a brief moment. Well, this was an unexpected tip of sorts! She purposefully hesitated for a beat.
"Just because it's a beautiful day and I love your outfit. No other reason." He was trying to put her at ease by letting her know nothing was expected if she accepted his offer. That was nice. She returned his smile, and glanced down at his hardening cock in those expensive sweat pants. Vanessa didn't miss much. That's what made her such a good stripper. His semi-erect cock made her decision.
"Why thank you, Sir! How sweet of you. I would love a cup of coffee with a lot of room for cream, and a ham and swiss panini. To go, please." She added the last part on as insurance, to make it clear she wasn't going to sit down in her shiny blue cock-filled booty shorts with the computer man in expensive clothes. Not today.
"Done. My pleasure. You have brightened up my morning!" His smile was genuine.
At that moment the person in front of her moved aside. Computer man stepped forward, ordering for them both. Apparently he was a latte man. Metrosexual, from the looks of him. She learned his name was Mike when the cashier asked for a name.
They moved down to the pickup area and he surprised her again. No cheesy conversational attempts, no invasion of personal space. It was almost awkward, the amount of personal space he was giving her. Thankfully, it didn't last long.
"Panini, coffee and latte for Mike?"
Mike the computer man stepped up to the counter and picked up his latte, giving her cock one more side glance, probably just to confirm it was really there. Then, Mike delivered his last surprise.
"Have a great day!" He nodded at her and walked away, eliminating the possibility of further conversation.
She flashed him a big smile but did not respond. Maybe he just needed to sit down with that hard-on! Seemed like it was more than that, though. He seemed quite concerned about not appearing creepy. How fucking refreshing was that?
She dug into her purse for a moment while she added cream to her cup of coffee, then walked towards the exit and paused at his table, now with an open laptop. She tossed her card down on the table without a word and did another quick Vanna White with her cock. She watched him take it all in and then look up to see her wink, turn and walk away.
He was cute.
Maybe he'd call. Maybe he'd expect her cock to be real. Didn't matter. She was quite confident she could satisfy computer guy Mike with her strap-on. And the thought of fucking the ass of that well-off, metrosexual, blue-eyed, and considerate guy who just bought her breakfast...made her panties wet.
She thought about him while she ate her breakfast.
Then she danced, and danced, and danced...with her new cock.
