Uncle Abdulah’s Secret African Stay Hard Ointment

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 bursa escort 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 bursa escort bayan 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 escort bursa 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.