It was my idea from the beginning and it made some money for Ralph and Mac. My reward was worth more than money (to me).

Ralph, Mac, and I lived in the second-floor flat of the old Victorian building in San Francisco's seedy Tenderloin District. The first floor was the little no-name adult bookstore and video booths that Mac owned. I was Ralph's submissive sissy slave and fucktoy. He shared me with Mac, and I was their full-time whore.

I freely admit to being addicted to cock so the situation was nearly ideal for all of us.

I spent most of my time in the shop, wearing the most minimal outfits. I love to show my feminine body to the horny males who came to the store.

The video booths had glory holes and the purchase of a ten-dollar roll of tokens entitled a guy to the use of my mouth or my ass (or both) through the holes in the walls. The glory holes were very popular during the hours I was on duty (so to speak).

I also went out on motel and hotel dates and Ralph even let me work the street now and then. My appetite for cock was prodigious. The only fly in the ointment, for me, was that most of the men I sucked and rimmed and who fucked me, were older guys. Often they suffered from ED and I had my work cut out for me, making them cum.

Don't get me wrong. I like older men just fine, but sometimes I longed for a younger, stiffer cock that shot bigger loads. I had a particular lech for well-hung Black men, few of whom came through the door of Mac's shop.

One of the regulars, and a friend of Mac's, was a guy who owned a dry cleaning business in the neighborhood. He talked entertainingly about the whores and Black pimps who seemed to make up the majority of his customers.

I was definitely intrigued by his descriptions of the pimps and wished I could get to meet them. As they say, 'desperation is the mother of invention' so I devised a plan whereby Mac and Ralph could make some money and I could fill my sissy holes with big Black cock regularly.

Somewhere along the way, I had discovered that Preparation H ointment contained the drug, Lidocaine. Lidocaine happens to be a very effective numbing agent, and when it's applied to a man's cock, he can stay hard for a long time before he ejaculates.

I bought a jar of the ointment at a nearby drugstore. I talked Ralph into taking me shopping at the big Cost Plus import store, where I bought a quantity of small handblown glass bottles with cork stoppers.

All that was left was to print some crude labels for the little jars. My first batch was twenty jars filled with a small amount of the Preparation H, diluted slightly with a small amount of aromatic Eucalyptus oil (to cover up the distinctive Preparation H odor).

The crude, hand-drawn label simply said, “Uncle Abdulah's African Stay Hard Ointment”

Then in smaller print, “Results Guaranteed: Try before you buy”

Mac gave his friend the dry cleaner a jar of the ointment to display on his counter, with instructions to send anyone interested to Mac's shop. I was sure the jar would arouse considerable curiosity there... and I was right.


The very next day around noon, a big black guy in a flashy suit strolled into Mac's shop and inquired about the secret African ointment. Mac produced one of the little jars from under the counter and told the man, it contained enough ointment for twenty applications and the price was fifty dollars.

The guy asked Mac about the guarantee and the 'try before you buy' on the label. Mac explained that the formula was handmade in Africa and that some jars were 'better' than others. The guy could buy a jar and go into the back room with me. I shimmied my ass and winked at the guy.

Mac told him that I would suck him hard and then apply the right amount of ointment to his 'member'. He could then fuck me for as long as he wanted, and if he was pleased with the results, he could take the jar. If he wasn't satisfied, he could have his money back or try another jar. No questions asked.

By the growing bulge in the guy's pants, I knew we had made our first sale. He handed Mac a fifty-dollar bill and followed me into the room in the back of the shop. The light was dim. An imitation Oriental carpet padded the floor and the only furniture in the little room was an old sofa.

I dropped to my knees, facing the big pimp, and started kissing his cock through his pants. My hands cupped his muscular ass and pressed him to my face. No words were spoken. None were needed. With my mouth, I unbuckled his belt and waistband, then unzipped his fly. I continued kissing and nipping his growing love shaft.

I slowly lowered his undershorts, teasing myself as the object of my desire emerged. It was every bit impressive as I had wished for: at least eight inches of very thick dark meat with prominent veins and a big reddish knob. I pushed him back to sit on the sofa and raised his muscular legs to give my lips and tongue access to his balls, perineum, and anus.

Licking sucking and fondling soon brought his cock to an awesome ten inches of velvety black rock-hard man meat. The sight of the huge reddish mushroom head was almost frightening. I had tightened my bleached boi-pussy with some alum and hoped I hadn't overdone it.

Taking a fingerful of the ointment from the jar, I carefully rubbed it onto the full length of his huge shaft. I was dripping precum in anticipation of the fucking I was about to get.

I was almost drooling with desire at the sight of his member, black and shiny with the ointment. The mushroom head was more red than black. He was reclining on the couch and I straddled him and lowered my ass to make contact with his big black snake.

I moaned in ecstasy as I slid down his pole. Much too tight because of the alum, my sphincter gripped his cock. Thankfully Abdulla's ointment was a fine lubricant or the pain would have been intense. He groaned, “God, that's tighter than any pussy.”

I leaned back on the couch and pulled him on top of me.

“Fuck me....HARD,” I cried.

He didn't hesitate and drove his cock into me like a pile driver, and I soon was bucking my hips to meet his every thrust.

“GOD, YES! Rip me a new one,” I shouted.

He fucked me even harder in response. For almost a half hour, he hammered that huge cock, balls deep, into my horny ass.

I bucked and writhed under his assault. The stimulation of my prostate was enough to make me cum. He rammed his big cock home, and I felt it jerking while his seed filled my colon. A surprising amount of my ejaculate sprayed on both our bellies from my little limp boi-clitty.

I rarely cum when a man fucks me. This was great. I cleaned him off with my tongue and then a damp washcloth. He was quite pleased with Uncle Abdulah's secret formula, and I was hopeful he'd tell others about it.


A short week later, Mac is one thousand dollars richer, and I'm smiling a lot even though I walk with a limp. My need for big black cock is sated, for the time being. Mac wants me to make more of Uncle Abdullah's magic formula. It's a big hit. I tell him I need a break and besides, the more he sells, the greater the chances are that someone will discover he's peddling Preparation H. We could end up in big trouble.

Better Uncle Abdullah should take a vacation for a while.