Melissa Millicent-Forbes was sure that she had everything in life!
Not only was she the daughter of one of the richest men in California, she also had the best tits, sexiest legs and sweetest ass!
And the servants at Millicent-Forbes Manor filled her life with such joy and her pussy with such delight!
There were such a variety to choose from and
Melissa seemed to have had them all!
But her favorite servant by far was Bojangles.
Dear, deear Bojangles with his thick, ten inch slab of negroid fuckmeat!
How Melissa loved their afternoon excursions to Juanita Canyon!
She would force the big, impassive black chauffeur to pull the car over to the side of the road.
The she would demand that he get in the back seat of the car.
And shove his big cock up her fuck-hungry twat!
Melissa loved nothing better that that pulsating tool of hard, black meat violating her deepest recesses!
Except, of course, Chuckie and his thick white cock, Bernard and his uncut French slab of dick, Edna-Louise and her talented tongue....
One
"Bojangles, do be a dear and fetch me the Mazaradi."
"The red one or the black one, ma'am?"
"Silly me!" tittered Melissa Millicent-Forbes. "I had no idea I even had a black Mazaradi! It's so difficult to keep track of all these tiny trifles Daddy insists on bestowing upon me!"
The young rich girl's brow furrowed as she tried to strain her dizzy little mind and recall if she had ever even seen a black Mazaradi, let alone sit in and own one!
She stared at the impassive negro chauffeur who stood at attention beside his mistress.
"Umm, Bojangles, my love...."
"Yes, ma'am?" the black servant replied patiently.
Dear, dear Bojangles!
As aloof and professional as always! Melissa could not imagine how she have survived without his care and concern.
"Are you sure I have a black Mazaradi?"
"Quite sure, ma'am."
Melissa could not recall ever having stepped foot in a car matching that description. Decidedly not.
Bojangles surely must be mistaken! "Just how sure are you, Bojangles."
"Very sure, ma'am."
"And why is that, dear?"
Bojangles cleared his throat and continued staring with quiet respect at the nubile young blonde as he replied.
"Because I distinctly remember driving you down to Juanita Canyon in it last week and shoving my big black cock up your pussy in the back seat, ma'am."
"Gracious!" Melissa gasped as her delicate giggles gently subsided. "Of course! How could I have ever forgotten? Last week! At Juanita Canyon! In the back seat!"
"Yes, ma'am," Bojangles replied. "I recall the incident explicitly."
Melissa reached out and touched her hulking black chauffeur on the arm with a dainty pink fingernail.
She leaned towards him and whispered with delighted excitement, "In that case, why don't you go collect the red one out of the garage. I mustn't have ridden in it in months."
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles turned to vacate the luxurious hallway of Millicent-Forbes Manor to journey to the spacious garage for his mistress' car.
Melissa sighed in relief.
What would she do without Bojangles to assist her in these moments of peril?
Her perky little face that moments before had been marred with a look of worry was transformed into the picture of contentment once again.
It certainly was very tiring to engage in such a tremendously difficult thought process, like remembering.
Thank God Bojangles kept track of the seventeen automobiles Harrison Millicent-Forbes had lavished upon his spoiled little girl!
Melissa stared at the negro's firm ass as he began to walk down the hall.
The cheeks were meaty and firm.
They swaggered slightly as Bojangles moved further away.
Melissa ran an eager tongue across her perky pink lips.
"Oh ... Bojangles?"
The servant turned.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Why don't we get some champagne and brie for our afternoon excursion."
"Yes, ma'am."
"We're going back to Juanita Canyon today."
The shadow of a sly smiled played across the black man's thick lips.
"And I'm sure you know what that means...."
Melissa cast her pale blue eyes over Bojangles' muscular form. They came to rest at the huge bulge that graced the crotch of the negro's tight uniform trousers.
Melissa winked suggestively at her servant.
"Yes, ma'am, I certainly do," Bojangles replied, trying desperately to hide the lewd grin of delight that threatened to dissolve his impassive manner.
He turned once more and continued down the hall.
Melissa raced up the stairs to her master bedroom to select a proper shawl to drape over her slight shoulders.
How she adored Bojangles and his thick, throbbing slab of nigger fuckmeat!
Melissa would have never been able to get through the week without feeling that pulsating rod violating her hungry, dripping pussy at least once or twice every few days!
Bojangles really was the most accommodating servant!
Just like Bernard, the sexy French chef who took Melissa regularly on the cutting table of the Millicent-Forbes' spotless kitchen; and Chuckie, the cute, blonde yard boy who had shoved his impressive cock up Melissa's fuck-starved cunt numerous times behind the pedigree rose bushes that graced the garden of the mansion.
It sure was fun being the daughter of one of the most wealthy men in California!
Melissa's tiny heart raced as she gleefully bounded up the stairs.
She couldn't wait to pull up in the red Mazaradi on some deserted stretch of road in Juanita Canyon and order her chauffeur to savagely rape her with his big ten inches of nigger cock.
It had been quite a while since Melissa had demanded that Bojangles fuck her.
She had been too busy offering her maidenly abyss of delight to the chef and the gardener lately.
But when Melissa had lazily opened her eyes and stretched delicately under the creamy satin sheets of her canopy bed that morning, her twat had been tingling for something different.
She was tired of those big white cocks.
She wanted some savage nigger meat!
And Melissa knew just where she could get it from: Bojangles the chauffeur.
Melissa tittered to herself in anticipatory rapture as she entered the lavish chambers of her bedroom.
Dear, dear Bojangles!
The expert chauffeur with the thick black dick!
Melissa threw open the double doors of her walk-in closet and dug through the vast array of fashionable attire that hung from the seemingly endless supply of hangers.
Perhaps the yellow shawl Mother had given her for her fourteenth birthday last week?
Melissa glanced down at the ample mounds of young breast-flesh that graced her creamy chest.
The little rich girl was quite proud of her tits.
They were huge, creamy orbs that rose and separated entirely on their own.
A tiny pink nipple, usually erect, topped each of the mounds.
Melissa's slender, china-like fingers ran along her mounds.
If she wore that yellow shawl, Bojangles wouldn't be able to see her breasts.
At that moment, they were revealingly exposed by the low-cut summer frock Melissa had purchased on her last shopping trip to Paris.
It would certainly be a crime to hide those marvelous boobs under some silly yellow shawl!
It really wasn't that chilly out; perhaps Melissa should go to Juanita Canyon wearing nothing but her summer frock....
That way, Bojangles would be able to steal glances at her huge tits though his rear-view mirror, and it would be certain that the big, black servant would drive her all the way to the canyon with a cock throbbing painfully in the crotch of his uniform trousers!
Melissa tittered uncontrollably at this devious little scheme she had just devised.
She covered her lips with her slender fingers as the giggles continued to burst from her tiny, moist mouth.
She traipsed joyfully out of the walk-in closet, leaving the doors open for Fanny, the house-maid, to close in the morning.
Melissa's massive tits bounced and jiggled as she bounded down the marble staircase.
At the bottom of the stairs, she nearly collided with Harrison, the elderly English butler Mother had brought over from London last spring.
Harrison glanced down at the young girl with the bouncing tits.
Melissa squealed with laughter.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Harrison, dear!" she breathed. "I didn't see you coming!"
"The fault is all mine, Miss Millicent-Forbes," Harrison intoned dryly. Melissa sighed.
The old butler was so incredibly stuffy!
Melissa could hardly ever make the distinguished, cold man laugh or smile.
Harrison looked down in undisclosed horror at Melissa's breasts, which were obscenely revealed due to the extremely daring cut of the French summer frock.
"Miss Millicent-Forbes!" he gasped, his eyes growing wider and wider. "Surely you're not going to be seen in public like thatU"
Melissa pouted, hurt by the butler's remark.
"Don't you like my dress, Harrison? Daddy bought it for me when we were in France!"
"Perhaps it is not a dress, Miss Millicent-Forbes," Harrison said. "Perhaps it is a dressing gown that should only be worn in the privacy of your bedchambers. You really do seem to be ... showing a bit too much...."
Harrison's eyes continued to stare in disbelief at the vast plains of creamy boob-flesh that rose and fell every time Melissa breathed.
Melissa looked up at the aged butler.
An evil little thought suddenly entered her mischievious mind.
A sly grin played on her perky pink lips.
"Perhaps you would like to ... tuck my boobs down into the dress, then, Harrison," she said, winking suggestively at the old, gray-haired man.
Harrison's wrinkled face exploded with shock.
"Miss Millicent-Forbes!" he sputtered in amazement. "Why, I have never heard of such a thing in my life!"
This cheap little tart!
She really behaved no better than a seasoned street whore from Times Square!
Harrison's elderly body trembled in disgust.
"Come on, Harrison!" Melissa urged playfully. "If you don't like my tits hanging out, shove them back in!"
Harrison's face turned bright red.
His entire body shuddered in repulsion.
He clamped his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them the horrid little tramp would have disappeared down the hall.
She didn't.
Melissa stood before him, thrusting her chest up and lewdly exposing her creamy melons to the butler as if she were some gypsy offering them for sale at a street fair.
Melissa Millicent-Forbes might have money, but she was really not much more than a painted daughter of joy!
The conservative English butler could not handle such crudeness at close quarters like this.
"Do it, stud!" Melissa breathed, approaching the butler with her massive tits.
They stuck out underneath the flimsy cotton like projectile missies ready to rocket off into outer space.
Harrison's hands shook uncontrollably.
"Do it or I'll get you fired!" Melissa said, flashing the man a saccharine smile.
Harrison stared at the scarlet mistress of the mansion in horror.
"One word from me, and Daddy will throw you out of here on your wrinkled old ass!" Melissa breathed playfully.
"B-but, Miss Millicent-Forbes...."
"DO IT, GODDAMN IT!!! "
Harrison jumped.
He had a profound dislike for profanity.
And Melissa Millicent-Forbes spoke like a truck-driving bull dyke at times!
Harrison realized that the little nymphette really did have the power to remove him from his rather comfortable (and profitable) position as butler to the Millicent-Forbes family.
How he hated this vile, disgusting tramp for exercising her power over him.
But there was nothing else the elderly butler could do.
He had to obey Melissa's every command!
Harrison's hands were trembling.
He reached towards the firm, ample breasts that were half-exposed under the flimsy material of Melissa's yellow summer frock.
The English butler's gnarled hands paused in midair.
His elderly facial features twitched in disgust. "Come on, you silly old fart! Squeeze my big tits!" Melissa demanded. Harrison shuddered.
"I-I can't, Miss Millicent-Forbes! I just can't!"
"Shit!" Melissa exclaimed.
Harrison cringed at the crude language that seemed to spew from the young girl's mouth regularly.
Melissa seemed to be such a hardened, cynical nymphomaniac! She seemed to possess a sluttishness that betrayed her mere fourteen years!
"Are you some sort of faggot?"
"MISS MILLICENT-FORBES!! " Harrison sputtered in amazed indignation.
"Every fucking guy in Southern California would jump at the chance to feel my tits! And you're acting like some pansy-assed queer who wouldn't touch a girl if she jumped on his face with her legs spread wide! Now, wrap those ugly, wrinkled fingers around my tits before I call daddy and have him send you packing! NOW!"
Harrison reached forward once again.
Melissa's dainty pink lips were twisted into a frown.
Her tiny foot tapped the marble floor impatiently.
But her blue eyes sparkled with delight at the torture she was putting the old man through.
Harrison's fingers trembled more the closer he came to the young girl's breasts.
"Oh, you're such a fucking stupid senile ogre!" Melissa wailed.
As Harrison gasped in shock, Melissa suddenly grabbed the front of her frock and thrust it down.
Her creamy orbs spilled out and bounced lewdly before the English butler's horrified eyes.
He sputtered and hemmed and almost fell onto the hallway floor, clutching at his heart in shock.
"SEE??? SEEE???? " Melissa wailed triumphantly. "I have the best tits on the West Coast! And probably on the East Coast, too! Shit, I have the best goddamn tits in the entire Northern Hemisphere! And that is why I have them half-hanging out of my dress!"
"Miss Millicent-Forbes!" Harrison moaned. "Such crudeness!"
"Oh, fuck off, you silly troll!" Melissa spat, shoving her tits back into her dress and turning on her heels before storming down the hallway.
She paused and looked back at the horrified and disgusted butler.
"And I'll tell you something else! All the other servants in this fucking house love my tits, too! I'm going to give them to the chauffeur right now! And he sure as hell will appreciate a quick grope at the best tits in America when he gets offered them!"
Melissa threw back her head and guffawed with rough, horsey laughter as Harrison grabbed at his heart once again and stumbled back to his quarters, his head reeling and his entire body shuddering in nausea.
Melissa traipsed gaily down the remainder of the hallway and opened the double oak doors.
She stuck her head outside.
Sun bathed her flawless facial features.
Melissa squinted her eyes in pain.
Perhaps she should wear a sun bonnet?
But Bojangles had already collected the champagne and brie, and was standing beside the red Mazaradi at the end of the driveway.
To hell with the sun bonnet!
Melissa's horny twat was hungering for thick, nigger cockmeat!
She simply couldn't wait any longer!
Melissa stepped outside and skipped down the huge manor steps, her infamous boobs bobbing suggestively.
Chuckie poked his head up from under a gardenia bush.
He flashed the mistress of Millicent-Forbes Manor a sexy smile.
He waved at Melissa with a grimy, dirt-covered hand. "Hi!" he called. Dear, dear Chuckie!
Chuckie the gardener with the biggest damn cock Melissa had ever taken up her hole! The biggest white cock, that is. Nobody had yet beat Bojangles's thick ten inches!
*****
Melissa waved back in glee as she toyed with the idea of having Daddy hire some new servants.
Some new servants with big cocks!
"Where are you off to?" Chuckie asked, approaching Melissa as she frolicked down the garden path.
"Juanita Canyon!" Melissa replied. "Oooh, Chuckie! Please don't come near my new summer frock with those filthy hands of yours!"
"Sorry," the hunky blonde gardener replied in that deep voice of his that sent shivers up Melissa's horny little spine.
"That's okay," Melissa smiled. "Will you be ready for a bit of fun this evening?"
"You bet!" Chuckie grinned.
"Marvelous! I just can't wait to taste that delicious come of yours once again!"
Chuckie beamed proudly.
"Why, thank you Melissa!" he said.
"Shh!" Melissa warned. "Please, Chuckie! I know you shove your big, big cock up my twat regularly, but you simply must remember to address me properly! What if one of the other servants were lurking about!"
"Sorry, Miss Millicent-Forbes," Chuckie said, flashing the nubile young girl his usual vain grin.
"Bojangles and I should be back from our afternoon excursion at about six o'clock. I trust you will be ready?"
"Ready and willing, Miss Millicent-Forbes!" Chuckie said, reaching down and squeezing the huge bulge that rested in the crotch of his tattered, grimy jeans.
"Fine. And I hope you have a particularly wondrous bouquet of flowers to present to me in my bedchambers!"
"As always!"
"Gracious! What on Earth would I do without you, Chuckie my love?"
"I don't know, Miss Millicent-Forbes!"
"Well, I mustn't dally! Bojangles must have the Mazaradi ready by now! And we do have champagne and brie chilling! Mustn't let is get warm under this sun!"
"Okay, Miss Millicent-Forbes. I'll see you at six o'clock!"
"Fine, love."
Melissa continued to hop down the garden path. She suddenly stopped and turned to face the yard boy, who had been staring at the sexy outline of
Melissa's creamy ass-cheeks as they wriggled under the flimsy material of the summer frock. She giggled in delight.
She just knew that Chuckie would be checking her fine ass out as soon as her back had been turned!
"Oh, and Chuckie, dear ... " Melissa said, a sly grin on her tender pink lips.
"Yes, Miss Millicent-Forbes?"
"Would you mind taking me up the ass tonight?"
Chuckie whooped with boyish glee and jumped in the air.
"YEEE-HHHAAAHHH!! You bet your sweet ass I will, Meli-uh, Miss Millicent-Forbes!" Melissa smiled.
"Wonderful! I haven't been fucked like that in weeks! Oh, and Chuckie...."
"Yes?"
"That language ... please!! You really must clean your mouth up!" Melissa chastised. "I know that on occasions, I may let a rather crude word slip rather indiscreetly through my lips ... but Daddy does own the manor, you know. And you are only an employee here."
"Sorry, Miss Millicent-Forbes," Chuckie said.
But he was still grinning.
He couldn't wait until six o'clock to sneak up to Melissa's master bedroom with a bouquet of freshly-picked roses and shove his thick cock up her smooth, creamy butt!
Melissa winked at the sexy yard boy, let a tiny giggle escape from her lips, and continued on her way down the path.
Bojangles nodded politely at Melissa as she approached the car.
"You have the champagne and brie I trust, Bojangles?"
"Yes, Miss Millicent-Forbes."
Bojangles opened the back door of the car and ushered Melissa inside.
"Great," the spoiled bitch said. "Now get your black ass in the driver seat and let's be on our way! I can't wait for that big nigger cock of yours!"
"Yes, Miss Millicent-Forbes."
A discreet smile spread over the big black chauffeur's handsome features as he stuck the key in the ignition.
The red Mazaradi sped off towards Juanita Canyon.
Two
"Bojangles, love...."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I think we've gone far enough. Could you please pull over as soon as possible."
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles glanced in his rear view mirror and, just as Melissa had suspected, cast a secretive glance at the bubbly blonde headed girl's fleshy boobs.
The black chauffeur licked his thick lips as he turned the steering wheel with his big, thick hands covered with black leather gloves.
Melissa always insisted that he wear them.
The little rich bitch loved the feel of leather.
Especially when that leather was fondling her young, smooth skin.
The black Mazaradi rested in a secluded area under a clearing bordered by a few Douglas firs.
Bojangles turned the key in the ignition.
The engine groaned and was silent.
Bojangles wet his big negroid lips once again.
"Shall I go retrieve the champagne and brie from the back, ma'am?"
"Yes, Bojangles," Melissa breathed in excited glee. "Oh, I'm absolutely famished! I certainly hope you brought along some of those crackers imported from Switzerland that I do love so dearly!"
"Of course, Miss Millicent-Forbes."
Melissa flashed her black chauffeur an animated grin.
Under that smile that graced her tiny pink lips was an invitation for wild, unbridled ... sex.
Melissa Millicent-Forbes was a sex kitten.
A sex kitten lusting for thick, nigger cock.
Forget the brie and imported crackers!
After one morsel of the rich, creamy cheese and expensive wheat crackers had been gulped down her delicate throat, Melissa would no longer be famished for nourishment of the culinary type.
She would be famished for hard, brutal fuck action!
In the back seat of the Mazaradi overlooking Juanita Canyon, Melissa's horny hunger could only be satisfied by one thing.
Bojangles's thick ten inch dick!
Melissa thought of the massive member that the negro hauled between his legs as Bojangles went to the back of the car to take out the afternoon snacks.
The brie and champagne might be good.
But what Melissa was getting for dessert would be much better!
"Bojangles, sit in the back seat with me here and pour us both a glass of that deliciously cold champagne," Melissa ordered, a sexy smile still plastered on her perky face.
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles knew exactly what an invitation to the back seat of Melissa's car implied.
But then again, Bojangles had known that the excursion to Juanita Canyon would not be spent viewing the breathtaking scenery.
It would be spent in sweaty, lust-locked embraces and tongues digging deep down one another's gullet.
Bojangles's mighty black shaft twitched with anticipation as he opened the door and crawled back into the red-upholstered seats with his mistress.
Once inside, he undid the picnic basket that Edna-Louise, the sultry Scandinavian kitchen maid, had packed for Melissa and Bojangles.
He handed Melissa an embroidered cotton napkin and placed another over his meaty thighs.
It hid the big bulge that lurked in the crotch of his chauffeur uniform trousers that had been the object of Melissa's lusty attention ever since he had stood up after parking the car.
"Bojangles!" Melissa breathed. "Please be a dear and remove that napkin from your lap!"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I simply must have a good look at that amazing bulge between your legs while we enjoy this late afternoon snack with one another."
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles removed the napkin and stuffed it back into the picnic basket.
Melissa's clear blue eyes shimmered with horny heat as the meaty mound was exposed to her view.
"That's much better, love," Melissa giggled.
Bojangles poured them both a glass of champagne, making sure that Melissa's was filled to the brim.
He couldn't drink much himself; he had to drive Miss Millicent-Forbes back to the manor, after all!
Bojangles took out a handful of crackers which the thoughtful Edna-Louise had already spread with brie.
Soon, the two were exchanging passionate glances as they sipped their champagne and nibbled at the crackers.
Melissa tittered in mirth as the alcohol quickly went to her head.
She placed a delicate finger on Bojangles's firm knee.
Bojangles remained as aloof and impassive as always.
His handsome, reserved negroid features stared respectfully at his mistress.
But his loins were burning with desire.
Desire to strip the clothes off this sluttish little tramp who was lucky enough to have a father that owned half of California.
Bojangles dearly wanted to rape Melissa.
He wanted to shove his cock up the young girl's pussy and pump away as she clawed at his brawny back with her feline fingernails.
But there really was no need for anybody to rape Melissa Millicent-Forbes.
The cock-hungry little girl gladly spread her legs to every hunky male that even looked her way.
And even to most that didn't look her way!
"Gracious!" Melissa giggled tipsily as she ran her hand over her delicate forehead. "This alcoholic beverage certainly is going to my head!"
"That's because you're eating on an empty stomach, ma'am."
Melissa' fingers began creeping up the black chauffeur's firm, thick thigh.
"Do you really think so?" she gasped.
Melissa let a dainty burp slip through her pink lips.
She tittered in disbelief at her social faux pas.
"Goodness! You will excuse my rudeness, won't you, Bojangles?"
"I certainly will, ma'am."
Melissa's comely countenance was becoming more flush with each sip of champagne she took.
Her fingers continued to travel up the impassive chauffeur's meaty thighs.
Bojangles cleared his throat and shifted slightly.
His big eyes stared straight ahead as he felt the delicate little digits caressing his brawny flesh.
"Oh ... my!" Melissa gasped. "I certainly am rather lightheaded! Oh ... ohh...."
"Are you quite alright, Miss Millicent-Forbes?"
"Y-yes, Bojangles," Melissa said, rather unsteadily-
The nubile young girl's eyes had clouded over.
She looked quite green for a few seconds, and Bojangles suddenly entertained the disappointing idea that perhaps Melissa would be too drunk to want to fuck.
But nothing would have stopped that cock-lusting little bitch from her daily dose of dickmeat!
A horny grin suddenly passed over Melissa's features.
"You know what I want?" Melissa asked.
"More champagne?"
"No...."
"Brie?"
"No...."
"Uh...."
"What other choices are there, Bojangles."
"Ma'am?"
"You know what I'm talking about, don't you, Bojangles?"
Melissa's fingers crept with closer and closer to the stiff shaft of black cockmeat that throbbed painfully in the crotch of Bojangles's chauffeur uniform trousers.
"I-I guess I do," the big black man replied, still as aloof as ever.
Melissa suddenly grabbed her chauffeur's crotch.
Her fingernails dug into the massive slab of dick-meat savagely.
Bojangles winced.
But Melissa knew that the negro loved pain.
She knew that he loved her brightly painted fingernails that seared his coarse, manly flesh.
"Strip my dress off and rape me!" Melissa demanded.
Bojangles knew that he must obey his mistress' commands.
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles reached forward with a thick, firm hand and began to undo the buttons that graced the back of her flimsy summer frock.
Button after button was released as more and more of Melissa's young skin was exposed to the black man's sight.
Bojangles grunted in delight as he cast his eyes over Melissa's flesh.
"You like to fuck white girls, don't you, Bojangles?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"And you I ike to fuck me best of all, don't you."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"And why is that, Bojangles."
"Because, because...."
"Come on, nigger! Tell me why."
"Because you have the best goddamn pussy in the United States of America."
"Right! And what about my tits."
"They're nice, too!"
Melissa smacked her chauffeur across the face. Bojangles' head flew back and he sputtered in surprise. "B-but...."
"NICE??!! " Melissa wailed. "NICE???! . "
"W-well, yes, ma'am...."
"IS THAT ALL YOU CAN SAY ABOUT THE BEST FUCKING TITS YOU'VE EVER LAID YOUR
NIGGER EYES ON IN YOUR LIFE?! . "
"Well ... uh...."
Bojangles knew that Melissa definitely had a point.
The girl's tits were the best meaty orbs he had ever wrapped his thick lips around in many a year. And those nipples! Pink. Firm.
Almost always erect!
How Bojangles loved to nibble away at them with his big white teeth!
"You're right, ma'am. I should have known better...."
"You certainly should have! Now continue taking my dress off."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Bojangles' sexual hunger had risen in his loins when Melissa had slapped him across the face.
He had almost begun panting with fuck-hungry lust when the girl abused him verbally.
How Bojangles loved it when Melissa treated him so cruelly!
When Melissa used her power over him to force the black man to rape her!
When Melissa treated him like the servant he was!
A sex slave to fulfill the young spoiled girl's every wish!
Her every hunger
Her every desire!
Bojangles tugged at the buttons with his big, thick fingers.
Several buttons popped from the material and bounced on the red upholstery of the car.
Melissa was drunk and didn't care how badly the chauffeur was tearing her dress.
All she wanted was that huge nigger shaft violating her pussy!
That prized pussy that every hot-blooded boy in all of California lusted after!
Bojangles was lucky to even get a glimpse of her naked flesh, let alone have a piece of that white, creamy skin!
Bojangles stripped the dress from Melissa's shoulders.
"KISS ME!! KISS ME!" the young girl panted in her inebriated state.
Bojangles was only too willing to oblige his mistress.
His thick nigger lips touched her slender shoulders.
He began to run his tongue over the smooth flesh.
Melissa parted her dainty pink lips and let a tiny moan escape from between them.
This was just what the girl liked!
A big, black chauffeur, slobbering all over her shoulders as his passions rose with every tender kiss he placed upon her skin!
Bojangles began to move south with his parted lips.
He wrapped those big lips around Melissa's tits.
The tits that were the envy of every debutante on the social scene!
Bojangles nibbled at the nipples.
As expected, they were firm and erect.
As he continued to suck on the tiny pink paps, Melissa reached forward and tore the man's chauffeur cap from his head. She ran her long, slender fingers through his greasy, kinky hair.
"Oh ... " Melissa moaned. "That feels so good! Nobody can kiss me like you do, Bojangles!"
A smile spread across the man's lips.
Bojangles was no longer the impassive, professional chauffeur.
One mere taste of those creamy orbs was enough to transform the refined servant into a fuck-hungry animal, desperate for lurid sex with the little rich brat!
Bojangles licked her boobs. He slurped at the mountains of lust with his big, wet tongue.
As he continued to kiss Melissa's tits, his big black hands slowly shifted the dress further and further down his mistress' legs.
Soon, Melissa gasped as he trembling twat was exposed.
Her imported summer frock dangled at her knees for a few seconds, then fell to her ankles.
Melissa deftly kicked the frock to the floor of the Mazaradi.
"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! " she suddenly wailed in delight.
Bojangles certainly did not want to waste any time!
His big black shaft had been throbbing so painfully in the close confines of his uniform trousers for so long that he was more than delighted at the command to set his cock free and begin ramming it up the wettest, richest cunt in the nation!
"Come on, nigger!" Melissa begged. "Get those pants off!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Get them off quick!"
"Anything you say, ma'am!"
Bojangles undid the zipper to his trousers with one swift movement.
He pulled down his tight underwear and his massive, ten inched shaft of throbbing cockmeat sprang out and bounced lewdly before Melissa's delighted eyes.
"Shove it in now!! "
"Yes, ma'am."
It was rather difficult in the back of the Mazaradi for the two fuck-starved creatures to manipulate themselves properly, but Bojangles and Melissa always found a way!
The girl lay down on the red upholstery.
She spread her legs.
Melissa offered her maidenly delights to her black chauffeur with all the sluttishness of a Times Square whore displaying her wares to some drunken wino on the street.
He arched her back.
She thrust her hips forward.
Bojangles mounted her.
His black flesh gleamed.
Her white flesh trembled.
Bojangles entered Melissa's cunt.
The girl squealed in delight as she felt herself being impaled on the throbbing shaft of nigger meat.
*****
Bojangles' cock was mighty thick. And impressively long.
It was rather amazing that he slid up Melissa's tight twat so easily.
But the girl's pussy juices had been flowing ever since she had caught a sight of the huge bulge in the chauffeur's crotch when he had gotten out of the front seat of the car to retrieve the champagne and brie.
Melissa was dripping wet!
Bojangles felt his cock gliding into her sea of love juices.
Melissa's sugar walls wrapped around his thick shaft.
She squeezed that big black cock with her pussy muscles the best way she knew how.
And nobody in Southern California could fuck with such wild abandon as little fourteen-year-old Melissa Millicent-Forbes! "NOW PUMP ME HARD!" Melissa squealed. Bojangles grunted with pleasure. "Yes, ma'am."
He began to plummet down into the deep depths of Melissa's cunt.
He buried himself up to the hilt.
Up to the hilt in wet, hot pussy meat!
Melissa wailed like a banshee when she felt the man's big, black balls smack against her pelvic bone.
Bojangles had entered her all the way!
The little girl was impaled on ten inches of thick, black cockmeat!
Tears welled in Melissa's pretty blue eyes as Bojangles began to ravage her cunt forcefully.
Brutally.
Savagely.
He panted and puffed as his thick cock slid in and out of the abyss of love. "COME!! COME."
"This soon, ma'am?"
Bojangles was just beginning to enjoy himself! "YES, GODDAMNIT!! SHOOT YOUR THICK NIGGER JISM UP MY CUNT!! "
Melissa was begging the chauffeur to shoot his wad.
Bojangles would have to obey. "Yes, ma'am!"
Bojangles quickened his pace.
Sweat began to drip from his beefy black body as he pounded with brutal force up his mistress' cunt.
THE feel of that tight pussy could make him reach orgasm quickly.
Bojangles could feel this come bubbling up in his hefty, meaty balls.
He gasped.
He grunted.
And he suddenly let loose with a neanderthal scream that seemed to come from his very bowels.
Thick streams of fuckjuice traveled up his thick, veined shaft and exploded into Melissa's twat.
The girl shuddered uncontrollably.
Her entire body trembled with the force of a thousand wild horses.
Her pussy was drenched was her own love liquid flowed and greased up the huge pole that was ravaging her deepest recesses with load after load of sticky, sweet jism.
Bojangles body lurched and pumped.
And suddenly the black chauffeur was still.
He had shot his load.
He was exhausted.
Spent.
And the little blonde girl was about to pass out from orgasmic delight. The alcohol had really gone to her head! "That was marvelous!" she whispered. "Thank you, ma'am."
"You may pull out now, Bojangles."
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles' cock was still hard and throbbing.
But he pulled out of his mistress' satisfied twat.
Bojangles' cock glistened with pussy juice.
He ran his thick fingers over his shaft and brought them up to his lips.
He slurped at the delicious fishy delicacy with horny heat.
Melissa's eyes fluttered open and she glanced at the watch that was wrapped around Bojangles's thick wrist.
"Gracious!" she exclaimed suddenly, spring to life and grabbing for her yellow summer frock. "We better be heading back! It's almost six o'clock and I still have Chuckie's big cock to contend with!"
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles pulled up his pants and stuffed his flaccid slab of fuckmeat neatly inside. He hung himself to the right. As always.
Melissa wriggled into her frock.
"Damn!" she exclaimed. "Half the fucking buttons had been ripped off! You'll really have to be more careful next time, Bojangles. Or you won't get many more times to shove that thick black cock of yours up my cunt."
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles exited the back seat of the Mazaradi and swaggered around to the front.
He put the key in the ignition and the engine sprang to life.
The black Mazaradi swung onto the highway once again.
Memories of Melissa's nubile flesh still danced in Bojangles' mind.
But Melissa was already dreaming of Chuckie the cute yard boy and his thick white cock....
Three
"Edna-Louise."
"Ja, Bernard?"
"Could you please pass me ze garlic press?"
"Certainly, Bernard."
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome."
The kitchen of the Millicent-Forbes Manor was a veritable United Nations, what with a French chef and a kitchen maid from Norway.
But although the two foreigners might have had a bit of difficulty in understanding one another as far as speaking was concerned, Bernard and Edna-Louise were more than capable of understanding the non-verbal communications that occurred between them.
On a regular basis, the swarthy French man and the buxom Scandinavian blonde attacked one another in the larder with fingers trembling with lust and lips trembling with passion.
They were forced to keep their relationship clandestine, for Blake Millicent-Forbes, Melissa's father, had a habit of inviting Edna-Louise up to his bedroom when his wife was away on a shopping trip to Europe and fucking the poor girl's brains out.
Not that Edna-Louise particularly minded.
The Norwegian girl had worked as a go-go dancer and pricey call girl in Oslo before applying for the position of kitchen maid at Millicent-Forbes Manor.
She quite enjoyed being fucked by both the moody, brilliant chef and the master of the household!
Hell, she reveled in the feel of their thick dicks ravaging her soaking twat!
Bernard, of course, was much better looking than Mr. Millicent-Forbes. The moody, brilliant chef was six foot two of brawny musculature.
His hair was long and black.
His eyes were deep-set and bored into Edna-
Louise's very soul when he stared at her with fuck-hungry lust.
His facial features were gaunt and haggard, which gave him the air of once having been a cute little boy when he was young.
But Bernard was no little boy any longer.
He was a man.
A strapping, handsome, sexy French man who liked a regular dose of tasty pussy meat.
And Edna-Louise was always willing to feel his thick nine inches of uncut meat pounding between her legs.
Edna-Louise had been raised in the tundra of Norway, and she boated the flawless complexion of a face-cream advertisement girl.
Her high cheekbones were accentuated by her ruby red lips, which always seemed to be pursed into a little pout.
A pout that begged to be kissed.
Her boobs were almost as luscious as little Melissa Millicent-Forbes', which meant that the spoiled brat despised the kitchen maid with every fiber of her slutty, bouncy body.
Melissa had tried to get Edna-Louise fired on many occasions.
But no matter how many tantrums Melissa had, no matter how many times she stamped her tiny feet indignantly, and screamed and cried for her father to dispose of the maid, Blake Millicent-Forbes was not about to give up his hot piece of ass to satisfy his daughters desires.
So Edna-Louise remained the kitchen maid of Millicent-Forbes Manor.
Which pleased her to no end.
She loved working day by day with the sexy French chef, watching with breathless delight as his big, strong hands kneaded dough and chopped up onions.
Edna-Louise handed her lover the garlic press.
She sat down on a kitchen table beside Bernard.
Her legs were spread apart suggestively.
Edna-Louise had damn good-looking gams!
They were long and shapely and went almost up to her armpits!
At that moment, they were encased in white stockings that contracted with the tiny black mini-dress that Blake Millicent-Forbes insisted she wear around the house.
A frilly apron graced the front of the skirt.
And that frilly apron was raised more than once a week as the master of the house prepared to strip the gorgeous blonde beauty's clothes from her in the privacy of his bedchambers at night.
Edna-Louise sighed.
Bernard looked up from squeezing the garlic. "What is ze matter?" he asked in that sexy, husky voice of his.
"Oh, Bernard ...! don't know," Edna-Louise replied.
"Zomezing must be wrong. Otherwise you no zigh in zis manner."
"Ja, you are right."
"Well? What iz it."
"It's, well ... it's...."
"Alors! We do not have all day to play zeze games! I must prepare the spaghetti zauce supreme for ze master and Mizz Melizza."
"Ja, Bernard. I know. And that is the problem."
"Qu'et-ce que tu m'as dit? Ze spaghetti zauce? Ze spaghetti sauce iz ze problem?"
"No. It's that little tramp."
"Mizz Melizza?"
"Yes."
"What iz ze matter with Mizz Melizza? I think she iz a very nice little girl!"
Edna-Louise suddenly burst into tears.
"Ach, you would! You would!" the woman wailed.
Bernard looked down at Edna-Louise in surprise.
"Did I zay zomezing wrong?? "
"Yes! Melissa Millicent-Forbes is not a nice little girl! That little slut is lying about me right and left to everybody on the staff! She told Fanny the house maid yesterday that she caught me and that horrible black man, Bojangles, engaging in ... in ... sex in the garage!"
"And what iz ze matter with zat?"
"But I didn't! Bernard, you know I would never touch a black man in my life! Any other man, probably. Any handsome man, definitely!! But not a black man! And a mere chauffeur at that! Why, he doesn't even have proper quarters in the house like the rest of us! He must stay in his apartment above the garage!"
Edna-Louise sniffed and sobbed and dabbed at her eyes with a paper towel.
"I hate that cheap whore so much! She just wants to get me fired because I have better looking tits than her! And better legs, too!"
Bernard looked at Edna-Louise, perplexed.
"Mon Dieu! And how can she zay zat? She iz only fourteen years old!"
"Ja, she is fourteen years old and has already been fucked by nearly every goddamn guy in the entire state!"
"Zo she iz unusually horny for her age. Why should she hate you for zat?"
"Because..because ... oh, I don't know! I guess she is just jealous!"
"And I can zee why!"
Bernard glanced down at the creamy mounds that rose and feel each time Edna-Louise would engage in a new bout of sobbing.
Edna-Louise quit crying and glanced up at the French man with tear-stained eyes.
"Do you really mean that?"
"Tut alors! Of course I do!"
Bernard put down the garlic and the garlic press and kneaded Edna-Louise's left boob lewdly.
Edna-Louise beamed in delight at the feel of the man's firm hands groping obscenely at her flesh.
"Bernard," she said. "You've fucked both of us many times already. Be truthful with me now. Who is better? She or me?"
"Oh, you, ma petite choulette!" Bernard exclaimed, hunching down beside the sexy Scandinavian on the chair with her legs spread like a wild animal in heat.
"Then why haven't you taken me in the larder lately?" Edna-Louise asked.
"Mon Di'eu! But you have been up in ze bedroom of ze master the last few weeks!"
"I suppose your right," Edna-Louise said, her eyes becoming less and less red and her pussy juices beginning to flow as she stared deeply into the swarthy Frenchman's deep-set eyes.
Bernard reached forward and planted a kiss on the beautiful Scandinavian's pouted lips.
Edna-Louise beamed.
"Ach, Bernard! Can't the spaghetti sacre supreme wait a few minutes?" she suddenly panted. "Mr. Millicent-Forbes is cute, and his cock is very big. But I've been hungering for your massive uncut dick for so long now! I just can't concentrate on my work without feeling that huge cock up my hole!"
"You want me to fuck you? Now."
"Please! Please!" the woman begged. "In the larder! Oh, God, please!!! "
"Sacre bleu!" Bernard exclaimed.
He looked over at the unpressed garlic.
The uncooked spaghetti.
The unpeeled tomatoes for the sauce.
Then he looked back at Edna-Louise.
He noticed the woman's full-bodied lips.
Her sparkling blue eyes.
Her young, smooth flesh.
Her massive tits.
Her slender thighs that poked out from underneath her sexy black mini-skirt with the little frilly apron of white.
Bernard felt his cock swell and grow.
He felt the blood surging through his veins.
He cleared his throat.
"Mon Dieu!" he wailed. "We are zo far behind with ze spaghetti zuace supreme! But my cock iz randy and willing and ready to shove up your pretty little puzzy!"
Edna-Louise wailed with glee.
She clasped her hands together in ecstasy.
She hugged the swarthy French stud.
"Ach, let us be on our way to the larder, then," she said. "We must certainly not waste another minute!"
"We wazte another minute and ze master come into the kitchen to find out where his zupper iz!"
"Come on, then!" Edna-Louise urged. "Come on!"
She tugged at the chef's arm.
Bernard threw his hands up in surrender.
"Allons-y toute de suite!"
"Ja, we certainly must hurry!"
Edna-Louise giggled like a school girl and ran with tiny steps to the larder.
She threw open the door.
The smell of fresh fruit and vegetables attacked her nostrils.
She sniffed in delight.
"I love the smell of this room!" she said, as Bernard swaggered behind her, his cock throbbing painfully under his clean white apron.
"And why iz zat?"
"Because the smell of bananas and cucumbers and summer gourds reminds me of you, my love!"
"Ah! Je vols maintenant!"
Edna-Louise began unbuttoning her frilly white blouse with trembling fingers.
"Close the door!" she whispered. "We don't want anyone to see us! The master would fire me for sure!"
"I bet he would, if he knew ze head chef waz taking a pieze of hiz own private pieze of azz!" Bernard slammed the door shut as the water for the spaghetti began to boil on the stove.
The two fuck-hungry servants were bathed in darkness.
"Shall I turn on ze light?"
"No. Let's fuck in the dark!" Edna-Louise breathed. "I like it better that way!"
"Whatever you zay."
Edna-Louise had thrown her blouse to the larder room floor.
She dug at the back of her bra and attempted to strip the undergarment from her chest.
Bernard reached down and pulled his apron from his muscular thighs.
He flung it to the floor.
He reached for his zipper.
He thrust it down.
The French chef pulled down his pants.
He thrust down his underwear.
Bernard's thick, nine inch cock sprang into the air at the exact same moment that Edna-Louise undid her bra and her boobs spilled out onto her chest.
"Feel my big tits!" she breathed. "Feel zem? I cannot even find zem in ze dark like zis!"
"Here they are!" Edna-Louise moaned, reaching out and grabbing the French man's firm hands.
She shoved his hot, sweaty palms that had been laboring over the masters' meals all day long onto her sizzling breastflesh. "How does that feel?" she asked. "Good."
"Mais oui!"
"Better than the flabby tits of that little slut Melissa Millicent-Forbes."
"Naturellement!"
"And I bet they taste better than hers, too. Right."
"Right."
"So why don't you taste them? Why don't you suck them."
"Ze pleazure iz mine!"
Bernard wrapped his sensuous European lips around Edna-Louise's sensuous European tits.
That boobflesh sure did taste good!
A bit too salty, perhaps, for Bernard's cultured tongue, but that didn't matter!
He ran his moist tongue along Edna-Louise's cleavage, reveling in the sensation of traveling between her mountainous globes.
His thick finger felt underneath the black miniskirt that Edna-Louise had not had time to remove.
He pulled down the kitchen maid's white stockings.
They fell to her ankles.
Bernard shoved his hand up the skirt once again.
He gasped as his trembling fingers came into contact with hot, moist muffmeat.
"AAAHHHHH!! " Edna-Louise gasped. "Do that again, my love! Shove those thick fingers of yours up my twat!"
Edna-Louise's cunt burned with lust.
It burned with lust for Bernard's cock.
For Bernard's thick, uncut slab of French fuck-meat.
Bernard wriggled his fingers around deep up the squirming girl's fertile fields.
"OOOOHHH!!! Rub my clit!! Please!! Rub my little clittie with those strong fingers, Bernard!"
Bernard was happy to oblige the command.
Edna-Louise's clitoris throbbed and pulsated.
The tiny shaft above her labia almost wriggled with delight as the man rubbed it gently with his fingertips.
"Ahhh, and now I muzt fuck you!" Bernard gasped. "So soon?"
"Mais oui!! Do not forget, ma petite choulette, that the spaghetti zauce supreme is still waiting!"
"Silly me!" Edna-Louise giggled.
Bernard thrust the buxom blonde beauty up against the shelves of fruits and vegetables.
A kumquat teetered on the top shelf and landed on Edna-Louise's blonde head.
The woman could barely feel it.
She was on another planet, floating in another galaxy as Bernard hiked her mini-skirt above her hips and prepared to straddle her up against the wall.
Bernard shoved his uncut cock up Edna-Louise's cunt.
The girl squealed in delight.
"JAM IAM That feels so good! Shove that big pole all the way up my twat!"
"Zat iz what I waz planning to do!"
The nine inches slid gently between the twitching pussy lips of Edna-Louise's fuck-starved cunt.
Edna-Louise's pussy squelched in delight as she was impaled on the massive shaft.
"OOOHHHW You're so much better than the master!"
"And you're zo much better zan ze mistrezz!"
Bernard bucked forward with his strong hips and began to pump his cock up Edna-Louise's fertile fuck fields.
He plummeted with blind fury, shoving so savagely that Edna-Louise was half-afraid that she would start to hyperventilate.
Never before had Bernard fucked her so brutally, so forcefully!
And never before had she felt so good on the receiving end of her sexy stud's bullcock!
As Bernard continued pumping into the hot, moist pussy, his firm hands reached up and began to lewdly grope at Edna-Louise's massive tits once again.
He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He shoved it down Edna-Louise's throat.
The Scandinavian fuck-queen thrust her hips forward to meet her lover's every pump.
Bernard banged her slender, fresh form back against the shelves of vegetables and fruits every time he plunged back into the dripping abyss of lust.
"Mon Dieul" Bernard exclaimed. "I'm going to zhoot my load!"
"JA! JAAAAAA!!! Fill my pussy full of your hot come!"
"Any minute!"
Bernard could tell that already droplets of pre-come were squirting up the sexy woman's cunt.
His hot geyser of love liquid would soon be bursting forth into the depths of Edna-Louise's cunt.
Just a few humps more.
Bernard gasped.
He grunted.
He groaned.
The veins in his neck bulged with blood as the veins in his cock bulged with come.
He was ready to shoot his load!
He clawed at Edna-Louise's tits.
His fingers dug at the flesh.
They twisted the creamy mounds as Edna-Louise winced.
In rapture.
Suddenly, the door to the larder was thrust open. "ZUT ALORS."
"HILOMLUTU UTSALAH"
"WHATTHE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE???!! "
Bernard and Edna-Louise turned around in horror to see who had so rudely interrupted their steamy fuck session.
Nobody other than little Melissa Millicent-Forbes stood at the threshold.
Her cute features were screwed up in rage.
Her eyes seemed ready to bulge from her sockets.
"Oh, Mizz Melizza...."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! " the young shrew wailed. "I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!! IMMEDIATELY!!!! "
"Well, you see," Edna-Louise began, reaching down with fingers shuddering in terror to retrieve her blouse. "We were just...."
"NOT FROM YOU, YOU UGLY WHORE!! "
"Why, I-"
"YOU'RE GETTING FIRED!! BOTH OF YOU!!! I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU!!! . "
"But, Mizz-"
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY SEX SLAVE!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR COCK UP THAT SILLY WENCH'S CUNT??!! "
"We can explain everything. Really ... " Edna-Louise began.
The Norwegian kitchen maid did not know how on Earth they would ever be able to explain why she and Bernard had stripped off the majority of their clothes and had begun fucking in the darkness of the larder, but she thought they might at least be allowed the courtesy to explain themselves.
Perhaps Bernard could say that the smell of fuck-scented sweat kept the vegetable and fruits fresher for a longer time....
But Melissa Millicent-Forbes was in no mood for explanations.
She slammed the larder door shut and ran out of the kitchen, wailing like a thing possessed.
"What are we going to do now?" Edna-Louise moaned, strapping her boobs back into her bra.
"Je ne sais pas!"
"We're going to be fired for sure! Oh, no! I'll have to back to Oslo and sell my body to those horrid old men all over again!"
Edna-Louise burst into tears and buried her beautiful head in Bernard's strong arms.
"Don't worry, my dear. We'll get out of zis zomehow."
"But how?" Edna-Louise wailed. "The master will never stand for me fooling around with other members of the staff! And that little bitch caught me fucking you! In the middle of the larder no less!"
"Mon Dieu! Ze spaghetti!! " Bernard suddenly moaned.
The French man shove dhis cock back into his pants, pulled them up, grabbed his apron, and ran out of the larder.
Edna-Louise slumped against the wall in the darkness amidst the grapefruits and mangoes and cried her pretty little eyes out. Her life was doomed!
Melissa would get her sent back to the horrors of a whore on the streets of Oslo for sure if she told her father what she had just witnessed!
They must stop her somehow!
But how?
An evil grin suddenly spread across the nordic beauty of Edna-Louise's face.
She knew exactly what should be done!
She dried her eyes, pulled on her blouse, and walked out of the larder, a smile still spread on her face.
Four
Chuckie the yard boy sat in Melissa Millicent-Forbes' bedroom wondering where the sexy little nymphette was.
His cock had been hard all day long just thinking about the sexual delights Melissa was interested in engaging in that evening.
Anal sex!
Buttrucking!
Chuckie ran a wet tongue over his boyish lips.
He couldn't wait to ram his cock up Melissa's ass! But where was she?
Still with that darkie chauffeur at Juanita Canyon? Chuckie glanced at his watch. Six thirty-five.
Melissa was usually on time.
Damn, the horny little slut was usually early when she knew she had arranged to meet the hunky yard boy for some brutal fuck action!
Chuckie had had to sneak into his mistress' bedroom by crawling up the trellis that ran along the south wing of the manor.
If Blake Millicent-Forbes knew that his hired gardener was creeping up to the bedroom of his fourteen year old daughter to ravage her with his thick dick, the millionaire would not be too happy.
He would be absolutely livid.
So Chuckie always made sure he never left his mark.
Except, of course, up Melissa's cunt. And this evening he would be leaving his mark up her ass!
Chuckie gripped the bouquet of freshly-picked lilies of the valley in his strong, young hand. He sighed.
The fuck-starved youth could take the suspense no longer!
He was desperate to get his cock up those creamy butt-cheeks!
Chuckie had never really butt-fucked before.
But it sure sounded interesting.
And it was bound to be an experience worth remembering, especially with an ass as fine as the one that Melissa wriggled with such pride as she traipsed down the garden path outside Millicent-Forbes Manor!
The door to the bedroom was suddenly flung open and Melissa stormed in, enraged.
Tears of anger glistened in her pretty blue eyes.
"W-what's wrong?" Chuckie asked, jumping up from the chair and offering the girl the bouquet of lilies of the valley.
"Fuck off!" Melissa snapped.
"B-but...."
Chuckie shoved the flowers under Melissa's cute little nose.
She flung them out of his hand and they scattered on the floor of the bedroom. "Get those damn things away from me."
"A-are you alright?"
"Of course I'm alright!" Melissa screamed. "I've never felt better in my life!"
"Somehow I doubt that...."
"Shut your silly fucking mouth up!" Melissa wailed, her eyes bulging with rage, her chest rising and falling swiftly.
Chuckie stared hungrily at the bounteous breasts that graced the girl's chest.
"Get your clothes off and let's fuck," Melissa said. Chuckie didn't argue.
The thought of fucking the shit out of Melissa's ass while she was in this wild-cat mood turned the young gardener on.
He stripped off his jeans.
"Get in bed," Melissa growled, throwing her ravaged summer frock on the floor.
Chuckie hopped into bed with his shirt and underwear still on.
He had kicked off his grimy sneakers as soon as he had entered the bedroom.
He didn't want Fanny, the house maid, to see strange muddy footprints on the young girl's carpet.
Melissa crawled into bed beside the hot young stud.
Her body trembled in anger.
Her cute nostrils flared.
Her pretty, perky face was flush.
She turned around quickly on the bed.
"Fuck my ass!" she demanded. "And you better grease your stupid cock up before you shove it in, or I'll smack you silly!"
Chuckie had never seen Melissa like this before!
She had always seemed to be perky and full of joi de vivre, bouncing happily across the huge lawn outside the manor, her dizzy blonde head lost in the extremely difficult thought-process of remembering or some such thing.
That was not the Melissa he now encountered. This Melissa seemed embittered, jaded, street wise.
And extremely angry.
in Chuckie's cock throbbed delight as he slipped out of his jockey shorts.
He liked the thought of being forced to fuck this enraged little girl.
He had never in his life.
And Melissa had turned around and was offering him his ass! It really seemed too good to be true! A dream he had been waiting for! Chuckie removed his shirt. It fell too the floor.
The two young bodies lay under the frilly pink quilt on Melissa's bed. Melissa was seething. Chuckie was smoldering with lust. He spat on his hand.
"You want me to grease up with my spit."
"You just spit in your hand, didn't you?" Melissa snapped. "Well, yes...."
"Then I suppose you better use your spit! And if you don't shut up and begin fucking my ass, I'm going to punch you in your goddamn nose and you'll be able to grease up with your blood!!"
Chuckie smiled to himself.
Melissa Millicent-Forbes should get angry more often!
He loved her like this!
Chuckie spread his spit over his meaty tool.
The kid was exceptionally well hung.
Perhaps he wasn't as large as Bojangles, but he was certainly as thick.
Perhaps even thicker!
He glanced under the sheets to get a better look at Melissa's ass.
He spread her creamy cheeks apart.
The feel of the tender flesh almost made him shoot his load on the bedsheets immediately.
"God, what a fine ass you have, Miss Millicent-Forbes!" Chuckie groaned.
"Cut the remarks and shove that big pole up my ass, shithead!"
Chuckie did as he was told.
He continued to spread Melissa's young butt-cheeks and check out her rear end before the big entrance was made.
The tiny pink rosette that marked the entrance to the young girl's tunnel of love was situated in the center of her buttcrack.
It sure looked good!
Chuckie aimed the blood-engorged tip of his member at the girl's bunghole.
He pressed against her sphincter muscle. Melissa shrieked in horror.
"NOT SO QUICK, YOU ASSHOLE!! SLOWER!! SLOWER!! . "
"Okay...."
"AND MORE GENTLE!! JESUS CHRIST!!!! " Chuckie rearranged himself on the bed and prepared to shove in once again. "STOP!! STOP!! "
Chuckie's cock slipped out from between the girl's ass-cheeks.
"Maybe if we try a different position," the astute young man suggested.
Melissa's dense little mind couldn't make head or tail of what the yard boy was saying to her.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I mean, perhaps you should get on your back, and I'll put your legs over my shoulders, and I'll enter you that way."
"You seem to know a lot about this! You some kind of faggot or something?"
"No, but it just seems logical that-"
"Logical smogical!" Melissa growled. "Shut up with that crap and let me get on my back. How the hell can I get on my back when you're lying so close to me! I swear, you are the most ignorant ass-hole I ever met!"
Chuckie grinned to himself.
"And wipe that silly smirk off your face before I belt you. I'm in no mood for your shithead antics."
"Obviously!"
"SHUT UP!!! "
Chuckie moved away from Melissa's ass and allowed the girl to get on her back.
She glared up at his cute face, hating him and hating the entire world.
Just wait until she told Daddy about that sluttish Scandinavian whore getting raped in the larder with that faggy French chef!
She would have them both sent packing the very next day!
Hell, forget that!
Bernard and Edna-Louise would be kicked out of the manor before sundown!
And they would not even receive their last week of pay.
An evil grin spread across Melissa's face as she envisioned Bernard and Edna-Louise hitchhiking across Beverly Hills, lugging their suitcases behind their silly asses as the sun sank on the horizon.
She giggled suddenly as Chuckie grabbed her legs, threw them out from underneath the dainty pink bedsheets and placed them over his broad, young shoulders.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"None of your damn business!" Melissa snapped, her smile fading as quickly as it had appeared.
These servants were so impertinent at times! just because she allowed a select few to sample her maidenly delights, that was simply no reason for them to treat themselves as if they were her equal!
Why, these servants were nothing more than the dregs of humanity who had been fortunate enough to secure a job waiting on Melissa and her parents hand and foot!
They must be taught exactly where they stood in the hierarchy of Millicent-Forbes Manor.
On the very bottom rung of the scale!
Chuckie shrugged his shoulders and Melissa's feet almost fell off.
He placed them back on, one in the middle of each of his brawny shoulders.
"I guess I better grease up again."
"You're damn right you better! That huge cock of yours felt like a telephone pole trying to shove itself up my ass!"
Chuckie grinned.
"I'm warning you! You hurt me in any way and there'll be hell to pay! I'll run down to Daddy and tell him you broke in here and tried to rape me!"
"I bet you would, wouldn't you?"
"Damn right!"
Chuckie spat on his cock once again. And once again he spread the spittle over his turgid pole.
He aimed for Melissa's butt hole a third time. He thrust his hips forward. Melissa shrieked in anguish.
"PULL IT OUT!! PULL IT OUT!!! "
Chuckie's cock slid out from between her butt-cheeks once again.
"JESUS CHRIST!" Melissa panted. "Listen, let's just forget this crap! There's no way that stupid cock of yours is going to fit up my ass! So just get my legs off your shoulders and shove your silly dong up my cunt!"
"Aw, but I was looking forward to-"
Melissa seethed with rage.
"I told you what I wanted you to do! Now DO IT!! "
Chuckie was disappointed. He had wanted to feel his cock gliding between the tight, warm rectum walls of Melissa's ass. Now he would never get the chance. Unless....
Unless he shoved in as quickly as he could, as brutally as he could!
He could only butt-fuck Melissa Millicent-Forbes if he got his thick shaft lodged up her hole before she even had time to protest.
Chuckie took a deep breath.
He swiftly reamed his rod and thrust forward with all the strength his sinewy young body could muster.
It worked!
His cock plummeted up Melissa's ass walls! Melissa screamed and shrieked as she felt the pulsating tool scraping up against her virgin ass-walls.
She opened her mouth and dug into Chuckie's arm like a mad dog. She aimed at his eyes with her long fingernails.
Melissa clawed into the flesh on Chuckie's cute face as she struggled and fought to escape the savage butt fucking the yard boy was determined to wrack her young body with.
Melissa shrieked, digging into Chuckie's face as savagely as she could.
Two fingernails broke and fell on the bedsheets.
Droplets of blood from Chuckie's scratched face joined the broken nails.
But Chuckie was young.
He had stamina and strength.
His cock had buried itself up to the hilt in Melissa's bunghole.
He began to fuck Melissa's ass.
His strokes were slow and gentle at first.
Melissa suddenly began to calm down.
She quit shrieking like a wild animal.
Her look of agony and repulsion was quickly replaced by one of ecstatic delight.
"GOD DAMN!!" she wailed. "THAT FEELS GREAT!! FUCKING GODDAMN GREAT!!! RAPE MEEE!!! RAPE MY ASSSHOOOOLLLLLLEEE!! "
"That's just what I'm doing," Chuckie grunted. "I knew you'd like it!"
"Like it!" Melissa panted, her face one big vision of rapture. "I FUCKING LLLLOOOOOVVVEEEE IT!! "
Chuckie continued to shove his massive slab of manmeat deep up the cunt of the little whore who was his mistress.
Melissa wailed and screamed and wrapped her dainty little feet around Chuckie's head as he continued plugging her butt.
Her toes caressed his earlobes.
The balls of her feet dug into his broad shoulders.
Melissa had never had a better time in her life with the young, hot gardener!
She made a mental note in her mind to never demand that Chuckie ravage her pussy again.
It would always be up the old shit chute as far as Melissa and Chuckie were concerned!
That arrangement, of course, would suit Chuckie just fine!
Although Melissa had never been fucked up the ass before, she certainly was acting as if she were an old pro at the sordid business.
She flexed her ass muscles as her greedy bowels begged for more and more of that good, hard cock-meat!
"SHOVE IT UP MY ASS HARDER!! HARDER, GODDAMMIT!! HARDER!!"
Chuckie was quick to oblige the mistress of Millicent-Forbes Manor.
He pounded up that ass so brutally that he was almost afraid that blood would begin spurting out of Melissa's tender young ass.
But Melissa's butt hole was healthy and pliable.
It could have even taken Bojangles's thick black nigger meat up it had the girl been so brave to request that her chauffeur fuck her in that manner.
But she never would.
Melissa's dark hunger to be ravaged up the ass would be a secret that only she and Chuckie would share!
Chuckie kept rearranging the aim of his thrusts.
He wanted to be sure that each and every section of the tight shit chute would feel the hardness of his cock.
He wanted to make Melissa reach orgasm as many times as she did when he used to fuck her in the conventional manner.
Up her cunt, that is.
And Melissa certainly seemed to be close to achieving her first orgasm of the evening!
Her body shuddered and trembled in fuck-hungry lust.
Her brutal fingernails which only moments before had been scratching Chuckie's cute young face reached around and began to claw at his back as streams of pussy juice began to flow between her smooth, firm thighs like the rivers of Babylon.
"COCK! COCK!!! " the young girl gasped. "GIMMIE THAT BIG COCK UP MY ASS!"
Chuckie was thrusting up the girl's butt with such fervor now that he could barely utter a reply.
He merely grunted instead.
Sweat dripped from the bodies of the two young people locked in the passionate embraces of one another.
Melissa's fingernails were clawing into Chuckie's back, sending droplets of blood running down his skin.
But the kid didn't care.
The blonde yard boy was only feeling one sensation at that moment.
The sensation of his cock being gripped tightly by Melissa's rectum.
He pounded deep in her bowels again and again.
"Shit, Miss Millicent-Forbes!" the boy grunted. "I'm gonna shoot my load. That alright with you?"
Melissa had been shuddering with orgasmic delight for the past few minutes.
If Chuckie had asked her for anything on the planet she would have granted it!
Gone were the thoughts of the sluttish Scandinavian kitchen maid.
Gone were the thoughts of her dear lover Bernard fucking Edna-Louise in secret in the larder.
Melissa only wanted one thing at that moment.
And that was Chuckie's hot come. Up her ass!
"COME!! COME!! I DON"T CARE!! SHOOT ME FULL OF YOUR LOVE JUICE!! " the girl wailed.
"Okay! I can't hold out much longer...."
"IT DOESN'T MATTER!! GIMMIE THAT COME!!! GIMMIE!! GIMMIE!! GIMMIE!!!! "
Chuckie could feel his hot jism bubbling up in his shaft.
He knew that in seconds his heavy load would be whitewashing Melissa's tender bunghole. He grunted.
He tried to hold back the fountain of sperm for a few ecstatic seconds more.
But nothing could hold back the busting of the dam.
Chuckie wailed and began to pump his jism deep up Melissa's ass.
Melissa could feel the young yard boy's come filling her hole.
She squealed in fuck-hungry lust.
"MORE!! MORE!! MORE!!! " she wailed.
And it seemed as if Chuckie's cock knew exactly how much Melissa loved the feel of sperm shooting up her ass, for the thick, hot loads of fuckjuice just kept on coming!
Melissa gasped and panted and attempted to buck her hips up to meet the brutal strokes of the blonde kid's thrust.
But she soon gave up.
Chuckie was pounding brutally enough for both of them.
Soon, however, his load had been spent.
The gardener collapsed on top of his mistress.
Tears of joy streamed from Melissa's blue eyes.
"Wonderful! Simply wonderful!" she moaned over and over again.
She could feel Chuckie's cock gradually growing soft inside of her.
Chuckie pulled out with a resounding plop.
Melissa fell back on the pink bedsheets.
"How did you like that?" he asked.
"Marvelous!"
Chuckie scrambled off of the sheets and reached for his jeans.
"Looks like that got you in a good mood," he said.
Suddenly he realized that that had not been a very discreet comment to have made.
Melissa's face, which had been reposing in rapture seconds before, suddenly turned sour.
She glared at the boy who had just bestowed such pleasure, such ecstatic joy on her horny little butt hole.
"Why don't you just shut the fuck up and get your silly ass out of here?" she snapped.
Chuckie pulled on his underwear and jeans and prepared to vacate the premises.
"And take those damn ugly flowers with you, shithead!" Melissa snapped. Chuckie bent down.
He picked up the lilies of the valley which his mistress had thrown to the floor before their lusty butt-fucking session.
"Okay," he grinned. "I'll leave now. But I'll be around any time you want some more hot action!"
Melissa snorted with contempt.
"You'll be lucky, ass-hole!"
Chuckie grinned as he slipped his sneakers on his feet and headed to the window to crawl back down the ivy-covered trellis.
He knew that Melissa might be angry at him now.
But nothing could hold the little nympho back from desiring the services of his big, stiff cock once again.
He turned around and waved. "Goodbye, Miss Millicent-Forbes. I'll see you soon."
Five
Melissa lay on her bed with her blonde locks spilling out over the pink satin pillow case. Her ass still throbbed. But the pain felt good.
Perhaps Chuckie had been rather impudent when he had mentioned that he had gotten her out of her bad mood.
But even Melissa Millicent-Forbes herself was not dumb enough to think that she would never demand that the yard boy fuck her up the ass again.
That brutal ass-fucking had felt do good!
And Melissa already was hungering for seconds!
But her hot young sex slave for the evening had already been dismissed!
Melissa sighed and ran her hand down her ravaged buttcrack.
How she wished she had not gotten rid of Chuckie so soon!
When they fucked in the conventional manner, she usually forced the hot young stud to ravage her body two, three, perhaps four times in one evening.
Melissa was always hungering for sex!
But she sure had blown it this time!
She had forced Chuckie to leave her bedchambers.
Melissa sighed.
How she loved this life of luxury; sex any time she demanded it-even if it was only with the hired help.
Bojangles!
Dear, dear Bojangles with the ten inch cock! He was so good to her as far as fucking was concerned.
But he really was nothing but a dumb darkie.
A dumb, refined darkie.
But a darkie all the same.
Melissa began to drift off to sleep.
The affects of the champagne earlier that afternoon and the brutal fuckings by both her chauffeur and the yard boy had made her very tired indeed.
The young girl closed her eyes.
And suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Melissa sprang up in her bed.
Who the fuck was knocking at her door?
"Who's there?" she called out.
The door opened.
Standing in the threshold were Bernard and Edna-Louise.
Melissa trembled with rage.
"What the fuck are you two doing in my private bedroom?" she screamed, pulling up the pink sheets to hide her exposed breasts.
"Wei I, ma'am, we just wanted to talk to you about a few things, if you don't mind," Edna-Louise said.
"I certainly do mind, you little whore!" Melissa snapped. "Now close my door and get your asses down to the servant quarters where you belong! You have no right to disturb me during my beauty sleep!"
"Beauty sleep?! " exclaimed the Scandinavian beauty. "But it's only eight o'clock in the evening! And you usually don't get up until noon at the very earliest! You must sure need quite a lot of beauty sleep!"
"Shut your sluttish little mouth up!" Melissa growled. "I can get you fired for a rude comment like that. And don't you forget it. In fact, I'm going to get you fired anyway for the disgusting display of desperate, bestial sex I saw earlier this evening in the larder!"
"I don't zink zo, Mademoiselle," Bernard said.
"And just what the fuck do you think you're talking about?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, Miss Millicent-Forbes," Edna-Louise said. "We have come up here to tell you exactly why you cannot fire us!"
Melissa snorted with contempt.
"How dare you filthy servants come up to my private chambers and tell me why I can't fire you! Just walking in here is enough reason for Daddy to kick you out on your asses!"
"Perhaps normally," Edna-Louise continued. "But not in this instance."
Melissa seethed.
She stared at the golden nordic beauty with hatred.
How Melissa despised Edna-Louise! "What the fuck are you talking about."
"I'm talking about that antique Grecian urn ... you remember?" Melissa froze.
Two months before, she had invited a few members of the Los Angeles football team over for an orgy when her parents had been vacationing in Tahiti.
During a particularly violent fucking session, one of the damn stupid jocks had knocked over her mother's prized urn and had smashed it into a hundred or more tiny slivers of clay.
Mother had not been pleased.
Melissa had ordered the servants to keep their mouths shut as to how the accident had occurred.
Melissa's mother loved her little daughter.
But only so much.
If Mrs. Millicent-Forbes ever found out who had broken her priceless ancient urn, and under what particularly sordid circumstances, Melissa would never hear the end of it.
"What are you talking about?" the little blonde girl asked, growing a deathly pale shade.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Edna-Louise said. "If you want to get us fired, I'm afraid you'll have to deal with your mother's wrath for the rest of your life!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that there are more than ten witnesses to what occurred that evening. You did force us to serve champagne to your ... friends ... that evening. All of the servants in the house staff are prepared to stand behind me if things come to that."
Melissa stared.
Edna-Louise continued.
"Everyone knows that it was you, or rather, your football friends, that broke that urn. And Mrs. Millicent-Forbes will be quite interested to hear under what circumstances the accident occurred, I'm sure. So you better keep your trap shut about Bernard and I, or...."
"ARE YOU THREATENING ME??!! "
"Yes, I most certainly am!"
"Bernard, talk some sense into this slut!"
"But I am afraid, Mademoiselle, that I am on her zide. Why you wizh to get her fired iz beyond me. Cannot you two live together in total harmony? I am quite willing to fuck both of you whenever you need my thick, uncut cock!"
Melissa thought.
Edna-Louise really did have her between a rock and a hard place.
Mother would never let Melissa forget her indiscretions!
She would have to keep the true story about the broken urn a secret at all costs!
"Get your asses in here," Melissa snapped, angry that the servants had gotten the best of her for the first time in all her fourteen years.
Bernard and Edna-Louise entered the private bedchambers of Melissa Millicent-Forbes.
"Yes?" Edna-Louise asked.
"Take your clothes off. Both of you!"
Bernard and Edna-Louise looked at one another in shock.
"Mais, pourquoiV Bernard demanded to know. "Ja, why?" Edna-Louise repeated.
"Because Chuckie just fucked me, but I'm desperate for more. And I know I've never had another girl in my life, but at this moment I feel so horny I'll take any naked body that passes my way! So take your clothes off!"
Bernard and Edna-Louise exchanged glances once again.
"NOW!"
Bernard closed the door to Melissa's bedroom. "If you insist, Mademoiselle," Bernard said. "I most certainly do."
"Okay...."
Edna-Louise's plan was working perfectly. The Norwegian kitchen maid had seen Melissa staring at her tits with envy. With jealousy. And also with lust.
She knew that it she and Bernard entered Melissa's room and presented the little brat with an ultimatim such as they had just done, she would have been unable to refuse.
And, realizing how hungry for sex the young nymphomaniac was, it only stood to reason that she would demand that the very handsome couple join her in bed.
After just one three-way orgy with Bernard and Edna-Louise, Melissa's libido would have been unable to let the servants go!
She would definitely want to keep them on the staff to satisfy her every desires!
Bernard, obviously, was willing.
Edna-Louise herself didn't really relish the taste of pussy too much, but some sacrifices had to be made!
She didn't want to be sent back to Oslo only to be relegated to the position of a go-go dancer or a call girl once again!
Edna-Louise pulled the dainty black mini-skirt from her slender hips.
Bernard took off his apron.
In seconds, both servants were totally naked and crawling into bed with their mistress.
Melissa beamed in delight.
"I always hated you, Edna-Louise."
"I know, Miss Millicent-Forbes."
"But I must admit you are almost as beautiful as I am."
"I know, Miss Millicent-Forbes."
"And I've never been with another woman before...."
"I know, Miss Millicent-Forbes."
"How the fuck do you know?"
"Well, I don't really know. I always suspected, though...."
"You saw me staring at your big tits, then?. "
"Yes, ma'am. All the time. In the kitchen, in the hallway, in the dining room."
"No need to elaborate, ass-hole. Just start licking my pussy."
"Yes, ma'am."
"And you, Bernard...."
"Mademoiselle?"
"You can shove your cock down my throat."
"Mademoiselle!"
"I know! I know; it's not usual for me to do anything nice for you. I always force you to fuck me. But I haven't tasted good, hot come in a while. And I like French come best of all!"
"Ires bien!"
Edna-Louise did as her mistress instructed.
The pink satin sheets were thrown back and Melissa's firm, tender body was exposed to the very interested eyes of the two servants.
Edna-Louise immediately got to work on Melissa's pussy.
The delicate, pink pussy lips were hidden underneath a luscious bush of soaking pubic hairs.
They looked mighty delicious!
Just as delicious as the spaghetti Bernard had just served to Melissa's father in the dining room moments before.
Edna-Louise stuck her tongue out.
The moist, pink flesh dug between Melissa's pussy lips.
The young girl gurgled in rapture and spread her legs to allow theNorwegian whore to use her best aim.
During her life as a call girl in Oslo, Edna-Louise had been forced to jump in the sack with many old, wrinkled females.
Their cunts had been horrible.
Old.
Wrinkled. Smelling of fish.
And although Norwegians ate fish regularly with wild abandon, Edna-Louise had never cared much for the smell and taste of ancient female pussy.
Melissa's cunt, however, was a different story.
A different story entirely!
Edna-Louise groaned in delight as she ran a suddenly eager tongue between the trembling twat lips of her mistress.
"JAH I love this pussy! It tastes so good!"
"You're damn right it does! I have the best fucking pussy in the United States of America!"
Modesty was never once of Melissa Millicent-Forbes' best qualities.
But on this once certain point, Edna-Louise had to agree that she found her mistress quite possibly might be right.
She slurped.
She licked.
She ran her tongue delicately along the muff lips with increasing vigor. Bernard straddled Melissa's face. Melissa looked up and gasped in delight.
She had never seen the French chef from this angle before!
His huge balls swung lewdly before her fuck-starved eyes.
His ass jutted out lusciously.
His cock stood stiff and hard, inches from Melissa's blue eyes.
"Come on, ass-hole!" she urged. "Shove that cock down my throat! I want to taste thick, hot cock-meat!"
"Mais oui, Mademoiselle."
Bernard pulled back the sheaf of skin that covered his blood-engorged head.
He shoved the throbbing member into Melissa's mouth.
The thick shaft of uncut meat passed between Melissa's parted, pink lips.
She began to suck on the chef's cock.
Bernard shoved every last inch of his cock down Melissa's throat.
She eagerly took it all.
Bernard was quite surprised.
For being a novice a this cock-sucking business, Melissa was deep-throating his rod as if she had been working Sunset Strip all of her life!
"You like zis? You like my big cock down your throat?"
Melissa, of course, could not answer the question with a mouth full of cockmeat.
But her pretty blue eyes widened and she nodded her head vigorously. Bernard winced.
As Melissa's head bobbed back and forth, he felt his shaft being pushed in both directions quite brutally.
But the hot French stud could take it all.
Just as Melissa could take his entire cock down her greedy gullet.
Her lips wrapped around the throbbing shaft and began to suck harder and harder.
Melissa's cheeks hollowed out she was sucking so hard.
Her pretty face became red.
Her eyes bulged with lust.
Bernard began to slide his shaft in and out of his mistress' mouth.
Edna-Louise, meanwhile, was practically excavating Melissa's cunt with her tongue.
Melissa was amazed at how far down the Norwegian kitchen maid's tongue could travel.
With deft little strokes, Edna-Louise licked at the tender pussy walls of Melissa's twat.
She dug in deeply.
Melissa's thighs writhed in orgasmic delight.
That kitchen maid sure could eat pussy as well as she could suck Bernard's and Melissa's father's cocks!
Melissa stuck her pelvis forward so that Edna-
Louise could dig down deeper.
The little blonde bitch would have screamed in rapture as the tongue touched places that had never been explored before.
Edna-Louise was a pro!
Melissa made a mental note to visit the kitchen very, very often after the evenings activities were through!
Perhaps even Fanny, the house maid, would be able to help her rise in the morning with a hot pussy-eating session!
Melissa had always hated bull dykes, but the sensations she was feeling between her sweaty thighs was sending spasms of fuck-hungry pleasure coarsing throughout her entire body!
Bernard's cock kept thrusting down Melissa's cock.
It had been quite a while since Melissa had had a mouth full of cock.
She decided she really must take up the practice once again!
The French man's cock tasted so good!
She could have slurped that hot fuck tool for hours!
But already Bernard was showing signs of reaching his limit.
His muscles were beginning to tense.
His hips continued thrusting savagely, but Melissa could sense that the man was desperately attempting to hold back the thick stream of jism that would soon burst from his rod.
Melissa certainly did not wish the swarthy, sexy French chef to hold out much longer!
She was just dying to taste that creamy jism!
That luscious come!
That savory fuckjuice!
Melissa's cunt suddenly erupted with a fresh burst of pussy juice.
Her entire body exploded with fuck-starved delight.
"Oh, Mademoiselle, I do not think I can hold out much longer!" Bernard gasped. "Iz it okay if I shoot my load down your throat?"
Melissa showed her acceptance by a forceful nodding of the head.
She would like nothing better!
Of course!
Bernard should have realized by that point that she wanted nothing better than the taste of his creamy fuckwad down her throat!
She longed to lap down his load!
Slurp down his jism!
And suddenly she got the chance.
"SACRE BLEU!!! " the French chef wailed.
And Melissa's mouth was suddenly filled to the brim with load after load of hot, sticky jism.
The young girl gulped.
She gurgled.
She swallowed with wild abandon.
With fuck-hungry pleasure!
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!! " grunted Bernard as he spilled his fuckseeds deep down his mistresses throat.
Edna-Louise continued to lap away at the moist, fertile fields of Melissa's cunt.
Those pussy juices tasted so good!
But not as good as the delectable fuckjuice that was pouring down Melissa's throat in gallons!
Melissa lapped up as much of the creamy come as she possibly could.
But tiny dribblets of the funky stuff spurted from between her perky pink lips and dripped down her chin.
Dribbled down her neck.
Came to rest at the top of her breasts.
Melissa's hands shot out and her slender fingers rubbed the creamy jism into her smooth skin.
She continued to gurgle in delight.
And then it was all over.
Bernard's supply of jism had been depleted.
The French man pulled his cock out of the young girl's mouth.
His uncut meat was stiff for a few seconds more, then gradually began to deflate.
Edna-Louise's tongue withdrew from between Melissa's pussy lips.
All three fell onto the sheets, panting and sweating in post-orgasmic rapture.
Stars seemed to dance before Melissa's young eyes.
Bojangles' big black cock up her cunt.
Chuckle's dick up her ass.
Bernard's uncut meat in her mouth.
And Edna-Louise's expert tongue down her pussy.
What a wonderful bunch of servants there were at Millicent-Forbes Manor!
"Well, Mademoiselle, perhapz we zhould leave you alone to dezide wether or not you are going to tell your father about our...."
"Indiscretions," Edna-Louise supplies.
"Mercie. About out indizcretionz thiz evening...."
"Shit, no!" Melissa gasped. "As far as I'm concerned, you two can stay on the staff even if you're convicted of assassinating the president!"
"Why, thank you, ma'am!" Edna-Louise beamed. "That's very nice of you!"
"And what you did to my twat tonight was very nice of you!" Melissa added.
Bernard and Edna-Louise looked at one another proudly.
Their plan had worked out better than they could have possibly imagined!
Now they would both be able to revel in the maidenly delights of young Melissa Millicent-Forbes any time of the day or night!
No more sordid groping around in the larder during the evening while the water for Blake Millicent-Forbes' spaghetti simmered on the stove!
"Now you two must really get back to your quarters," Melissa murmured. "It's been a very long day and I am quite honestly ready to drop at this moment!"
"We understand, Mademoiselle," Bernard said.
The two servants slid from the bed and began to reclothe themselves.
"And we shall be more than eager to service you any time you need!" Edna-Louise added, pulling on her bra.
"I can't ... fucking ... wait ... " Melissa murmured.
The fourteen year old millionaire's daughter closed her eyes.
Soon she drifted off to slumber land.
Bernard and Edna-Louise crept silently out of the young girl's bedchambers.
Edna-Louise put out the light.
Six
"Mother?" Melissa sweetly inquired a few days later at the breakfast table. "Yes, dear?"
"May I please go to New York this weekend."
"Whatever for, dear? You just went last month."
"I know!"
"Then why would you like to go again? New York is so cold."
"I'm obviously not going for the weather!"
"Respect your elders, young lady." Blake Millicent-Forbes snapped, looking up from his morning newspaper.
"Sorry."
"Then why do you want to go?" Mrs. Millicent-Forbes asked.
"Well, last month I only went there to see the Broadway plays."
"Yes. And you saw all the good ones, didn't you, dear?"
"Yes. And deathly boring things they were, I must say."
"Why was that?"
"You know, no live sex acts, no body getting bludgeoned to death on stage ... that sort of thing...."
"Melissa!"
Mrs. Millicent-Forbes stared at her young daughter in horror. "Sorry, mother."
"You still have not told me why you want to go this time. I certainly hope it is not to witness live sex acts and ... brutal acts of violence...."
"Of course not!"
"Well, Melissa, please tell me why. My coffee is getting cold."
"Very well, mother. I want to go to look at the art galleries."
"Melissa! You do tend to shock me at times! I never thought you had any interest in aesthetics!"
"But I do, Mother! I really do."
"Well! Wonders certainly will never cease, will they?"
"Can I go? Can I?!! PLEASE???!! " Melissa whined. Mrs. Millicent-Forbes' brow furrowed. "Well, I don't know. I really is a very dangerous town. What do you think, Blake."
"Let her go."
"YIPPPEEEE!!! "
Melissa, obviously, had an ulterior motive for visiting the art galleries of New York. A sexual ulterior motive. Of course.
The horny little girl had seen a photo of once of the finest up-and-coming artists of New York's Lower East Side in an issue of one of the imported fashion magazines she kept on the nightstand beside her bed.
Branston Cleaverton was his name.
And the girl had taken one look at this hot young stud and the huge bulge in his paint-spattered jeans.
One look had been enough to get Melissa interested in New York and art.
"Not so fast! How are you going to get around on your own? Not on those vulgar subways loaded with creeps and perverts, I hope?" Melissa's mother asked.
Although the idea seemed intriguing to Melissa, she shook her head no.
"How, then, dear?"
"I'll take Bojangles along with me, of course!" Melissa tittered with glee. "We can rent a limousine and he can drive me around everywhere!"
"Well! I suppose that's all settled then, isn't it?"
"Damn right!"
Mrs. Millicent-Forbes almost dropped her china teacup.
"Such language!" she gasped. "Sorry, mother."
"No. I'm afraid that truck driver's mouth of yours will simply have to go."
"Aw...."
"I mean it, Melissa! Since your Father and I are allowing you to go to New York, I do not want to hear any of that repulsive language emitting from your mouth upon your return. Is that quite clear?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Good. Now finish your eggs and then you may go tell Bojangles your plans."
"Thank you, Mother."
Melissa wolfed down the remainder of her meal, then slid from her chair.
"I'm going to tell my chauffeur now," she said. "IS it okay if we stay for a week?"
"However long you want, dear. But don't you think a week of looking at paintings hanging on gallery walls will be a bit dreary?"
Melissa thought of the huge bulge in Branston Cleaverton's crotch and shook her head vehemently no.
"Are you sure, dear? Wouldn't you rather go to Walt Disney World with Bojangles for the week."
"Shit no."
"MELISSA!"
"I mean ... no. Disney World is for stupid kids!"
"But you are only fourteen, dear."
"I don't care! I want to see some art in New York!"
Mrs. Millicent-Forbes sighed.
"Whatever you say, dear."
The woman took another sip of her lukewarm tea.
Blake Millicent-Forbes' head was still buried in the newspaper.
Melissa skipped gaily out of the dining room, her head full of visions of the hunky young artist with the massive cock hanging between his legs....
*****
"Where's Branston Cleaverton?" Melissa snarled at the bespeckled young man behind the counter of the Sigue-Sigue Gallery on East Tenth Street.
"I said where's Branston Cleaverton?!! "
The man looked with distaste at the belligerent girl with the impassive black man at her side.
Melissa had a suntan.
Californians!
The man snorted with contempt.
"This is a gallery, not a social club for artist!" he intoned dryly.
"FUCK YOU!" Melissa shrieked.
The man's horn-rimmed spectacles almost fell from his pointy nose.
"Missy Millicent-Forbes!" Bojangles begged. "Please have some respect for others...."
"Oh, fuck off! You're nothing but a silly darkie anyway!" Melissa growled.
Bojangles disappeared behind an impassive facade once again.
If Melissa got herself tossed out of the gallery, he wanted to be no part of it.
Perhaps if that likely event did occur, Melissa would call her father up and demand that he buy the gallery.
Then she would be able to fire the young man with the spectacles.
"Listen!" Melissa said indignantly. "Don't you know who the hell I am?"
The quiet young man looked up from a row of slides he was studying.
"I don't know who you are," he said. "But I can certainly tell what you are!"
"WHAT???!!! " Melissa sputtered, enraged.
"You heard what I said. Now clear out of here before you scare the collectors away with your repulsive Californian behavior!"
The young man glared at Melissa.
Then his face suddenly spread into a welcoming grin.
"HI!" he waved to a handsome young man who had just swaggered up to the group.
Melissa turned around to confront the intruder.
Her face suddenly lit up with glee.'
"Branston!! " she wailed, running over and hugging the very surprised man around the waist.
Branston Cleaverton looked down at the nubile, sexy young nymphette who had just attacked him.
His face was a mixture of shock and surprise.
And delight.
Melissa's fantastic boobs squashed suggestively against his brawny chest. "And who are you?"
"Don't let this vulgar creature bother you, Mr. Cleaverton."
"Shut up, Tom. I was talking to her, not to you!"
"Sorry, Mr. Cleaverton!"
"I'll ask again: Who are you?"
"I'm Melissa Millicent-Forbes. And I want to fuck you!"
Branston flashed the girl a seductive grin.
"Oh, yeah? I think it would be more the other way around. I would have to fuck you."
"Who the hell cares?" Melissa asked. "We both get our rocks off either way!"
Bojangles clamped his eyes shut in humiliation.
Was the young girl never going to learn the intricacies of social etiquette? It didn't seem likely.
"Are you the daughter of Blake Millicent-Forbes?"
"Damn right!"
"Hmm...."
"What's the matter? Don't want to fuck the daughter of one of the richest and most influential guys on the planet?"
"Quite the contrary, actually...."
Tom was horrified and repulsed and resumed his close scrutiny of the slides.
Bojangles pretended to be remarkably interested in a rather disgusting painting of a headless woman being disemboweled by wart hogs that hung on the wall next to him.
"Shit! You mean people know me out here in New York?"
"Well, I don't know about that. But a few of my friends play for Los Angeles' football team.. "
Melissa giggled and covered her mouth with her dainty pink fingernails.
"Oh, yes! I had them all over one night at our manor."
"So I heard. Quite an evening...."
"Certainly was!"
"You're quite an amazing little girl, I hear."
"The best!"
"And quite an amazing lay."
"The best!"
"Let's go!"
"Where?"
"You name it!"
"How about my place?"
"Where's that?"
"Two blocks down."
"Bojangles, my chauffeur, will drive us."
"But it's only a five minute walk!"
"So what! We rented a fucking pink Cadillac convertible! I have to ride in it somewhere!"
"Okay. Let's go. I'm getting all hot and horny just staring at your big tits!"
"Shit! How the hell do you think I feel about that big bulge between your legs?! "
"I don't know how you feel about it now, but I know how you're going to feel about it later!"
"Oh, yeah? How?"
"Exhausted."
Melissa shrieked with unlady-like laughter. "Bojangles, go get the car," she ordered. "Yes, ma'am."
*****
Branston has stripped off his clothes.
He lay on his bed, the throbbing cock that had caught Melissa's horny eyes the week before exposed for her pleasure.
"Let me suck that big dick!" she wailed.
"Is it as big as you thought it would be?"
"Bigger!"
"Really?"
"Shit, yeah! I used to think that my chauffeur Bojangles had the biggest cock around. You know what you hear about those darkies...."
"Yeah. They sure give us white boys a bad name!"
"But this mother-fucker ...!! "
Melissa took the massive tool between her slender fingers.
She could barely fit her hand around the meaty shaft, it was so large.
"Are you sure you'll be able to take it down your throat? You are quite a young girl, after all!"
"Maybe I'm young, but I've certainly got experience!"
"Great! Let's feel some of that experience wrapped around my tool, then."
"You bet!"
Melissa spread her lips.
She realized she was going to have to stretch them extra wide if she was even about the entertain the idea of taking the cock in her mouth.
It was so big!
It was monstrous!
Gargantuan!
Just one glance at that amazing shaft of thick, white cockmeat had set the girl's pussy juices flowing.
Melissa had stripped out of her clothes and flung them onto the artist's bedroom floor.
Melissa glanced at the man's cockhead.
It was throbbing and purple and bigger than two of Melissa's fists.
She tried to open her mouth and take the tasty treat down her tender young throat in a variety of positions.
But each time she edged closer and closer to the massive rod it seemed impossible that she would be able to slip it into her greedy orifice.
"To hell with this shit!" she gasped.
"What do you mean?"
"There's no way in hell I'm going to be able to take that thing down my throat!"
Branston looked disappointed.
"You mean you're going to put your clothes back on and head back to your pink Cadillac and your hung darkie chauffeur?"
"Do you think I'm crazy? Of course not! I mean I'm going to just let you fuck me instead!"
"Fantastic!"
Branston suddenly paused, however.
"But are you sure your cunt will be able to handle my massive cock?"
"Shit! Two of those football players fucked me at the same time! I think my pussy can handle anything! We've been through quite a lot in my mere fourteen years, let me tell you!"
"I can certainly believe that!" Branston said as Melissa battered her perky blue eyes at him seductively.
Melissa lay on the bed and spread her legs. Wide.
She knew this massive member was going to be a tight fit.
But she also realized that it was going to make her one mighty happy girl.
Shit, she was going to be downright ecstatic!
Branston straddled Melissa's young form.
His cock throbbed in anticipation.
The hot young artist was desperate to get his cock lodged between those delicate pussy lips.
He shoved forward.
Melissa screamed as she was suddenly impaled on the amazingly thick shaft. And then she moaned. In rapture. "Feel good."
"Great."
"Want more."
"There's more?"
"That's only half of it! You got about another seven inches to go, baby."
"Hot damn!"
"Does that mean I should go ahead."
"You're fucking right it does! Hell, you're gonna fuck my stomach out of my throat!"
"I really just might!"
Melissa shrieked in ecstasy as Branston filled her abyss of love with inch after inch of his amazing cock.
She wailed with delight and tears welled in her eyes as she suddenly felt the man's balls smack up against her pelvic bone.
Melissa had taken the entire thing up her cunt!
Branston Cleaverton had impaled her on his shaft! He had buried himself up to the hilt!
Branston began to pump up the dripping pussy with slow, steady strokes.
"How's that feel?"
"Great!! Just great!!! "
"Want me to go faster?"
"Yeah!"
"Faster still?"
"Yeah!"
"Even faster?"
"YEAH!"
Melissa continued to squeal in delight as Branston worked his hips back and forth with ferocious fury.
The fertile fields were soaked with the young girl's lust juices that flowed like a river.
Her cunt made squishing noises as Branston attacked it again and again.
SQUISH!
SQUASH!
SQUISH!
SQUASH!
"Oh, yeah, baby! I'm gonna come! You ready to take that load up your cunt?"
"AM I EVER!! SHOOT AWAY!! "
Melissa's entire body trembled.
Her young limbs shuddered.
Her pussy tingled in rapture.
Her delicate pink lips seemed to revel in every last inch of cockmeat that was violating their sugar walls.
Branston's brow was covered with sweat. His brawny body flexed and contracted as he continued to pound up Melissa's chute. And suddenly he could contain himself no longer.
The big man came. And came. And came.
He pumped load after load of jism up Melissa's cunt.
The girl was exhausted.
Her pussy muscles could barely grip the thrusting cock after the third load of come had been emptied into it.
Melissa collapsed on the man's bed before the final few drops of come had even left his cockhead. Melissa collapsed with a smile on her face. Branston pulled out of here pussy. The girl had really been a great lay.
But she was young.
And would be getting older and more experienced.
The hot young stud couldn't wait to meet her again in a few years!
Branston shoved his quickly-softening cock into his underwear
He went into the bathroom to take a shower and wash the pussy juices from his shaft.
On his bed, Melissa dozed off....
Seven
"Bojangles, pull the car over."
"Here, ma'am?"
"Of course here, you silly nigger! Where else would I mean? Five blocks down?"
"But this looks like a very bad neighborhood, ma'am."
"Bojangles...."
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Do you like your job?"
"I most certainly do, ma'am."
"Would you like to keep it."
"Of course, ma'am!"
"THEN DO AS I FUCKING TELL YOU, YOU STUPID SHIT!! PULL THIS CAR OVER NOW!!! "
"What if the hubcaps get stolen, ma'am?"
"I don't know! We'll buy the rental company a new car! Just park on this block!"
Bojangles reluctantly pulled over.
The area was indeed a very shady one.
Groups of Puerto Rican teenagers blaring slasa music from ghetto blasters lined the sidewalks.
Graffiti lined the walls.
Burned out buildings were numerous.
This was deepest Harlem.
And Melissa Millicent-Forbes had demanded that her chauffeur pull over to the side of the street in their big pink Cadillac.
Bojangles sometimes worried about his mistress' sanity....
"Now what, ma'am?"
"What do you think?"
"We're certainly not going to step outside I hope!"
Bojangles was horrified at the thought.
"Of course not! Although these vulgar street urchins are probably related to you in some way, even I can tell that we'd get knifed as soon as we opened the car door! I'm not dumb, you know!"
"Whatever you say, ma'am."
"If we're not going to step outside, what else do you think we should do?"
"Stay in the car?" Bojangles suggested.
"You think you're a silly fuck, don't you? Keep that sense of humor up and you'll be without a job and standing on one of these street corners with the rest of these disgusting darkies!"
"My lips are sealed, ma'am."
"Not quite, Bojangles. You're not going to get out of this that easil"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now, answer my question! What do you think I want you to do."
"And why the fuck not? It's a free country, isn't it?"
"I doubt very seriously it's that free, ma'am!"
"Well, I believe in good old American freedom! You should be thankful for it, too! It's what set your ancestors free!"
"Well, I do believe in it, but...."
"But nothing! We should have the right to exercise our freedom of expression! I learned that in my American Government class last year!"
"But what you're suggesting isn't really freedom of expression, if you don't mind my saying so, ma'am!"
"What is it then?"
"It's ... it's obscenity!"
Melissa threw back her head and shrieked with laughter.
"You certainly didn't consider it obscene when we pulled over in Juanita Canyon."
"But-"
"Shut up and let me finish...."
"But-"
"I'm warning you! You couldn't wait to shove your big black cock up my cunt when we pulled over in Juanita Canyon!"
"But Juanita Canyon is deserted, ma'am."
"So what?"
"So this is Harlem in New York City in the middle of the afternoon and there are hundreds of people milling around us, ma'am."
"I know. And all of them are staring at our car."
"And quite a few are touching it, I might add. And I just waxed it this morning...."
"These people won't notice a thing! Why, they're hardly real humans in the sense of the word anyway!
They live in vulgar tenements infested with vermin and cockroaches, they eat dog food ... Anything we do in the back of this pink Cadillac can hardly be considered obscene when you compare it with these cretins' everyday lives!"
"B-but, Miss Millicent-Forbes...."
"Yes, Bojangles?"
"I-I wouldn't even be able to...."
"To what?"
"To, well, you know what I mean, ma'am...."
"To ...??? "
"To perform...."
"You mean to get it up?"
"I-I suppose that that's what I mean, yes."
"Shit, Bojangles! No need to worry about that! One look at my great tits and you'll have no problem at all! The blood will rush to your big black cock as quickly as it always has, no matter where you've fucked me!"
"I have a feeling this with be an entirely different experience, ma'am...."
Melissa squealed with exasperation.
"I'm giving you one last chance, darkie! Get your ass back her immediately or I'll catch the flight back to Los Angeles tomorrow on my own!"
Bojangles gulped.
He really did love his life of luxury at Millicent-Forbes Manor in Beverly Hills. The big black chauffeur sighed.
He got out of the car.
Melissa giggled with glee as the chauffeur opened the back door of the car and climbed in.
The rich little blonde girl knew that she would always get her way!
She had these servants wrapped around her little finger!
Bojangles sat next to his mistress in the back seat of the pink Cadillac convertible.
Thank Goodness Melissa had enough decency to keep the top rolled up!
Bojangles could only imagine the outroar that was going to erupt on Convent Avenue and One hundred and thirty-seventh Street when Melissa forced him to rape her in broad daylight in the back seat of the car!
And if they had done it with the top down....
The black chauffeur shuddered to think....
"Come on!" Melissa urged. "Let's go!"
Melissa tugged impatiently at Bojangles' chauffeur uniform pants.
Her fingers wrapped around his zipper and she pulled it down.
She dug underneath his underwear and pulled out the man's thick shaft of cockmeat.
"See?" she wailed. "It's almost hard already!"
Melissa knew just how to make the cock reach its full strength.
She bent down and wrapped her lips around the shaft. She sucked. She slurped. She licked.
In moments, Bojangles' cock was standing stiffly at attention in spite of itself.
Melissa reached down and pulled her own tight jeans to her ankles.
She shoved down her frilly panties.
Her thick bush of pubic hair was suddenly exposed.
Bojangles glanced out the windows of the car. Nobody had noticed the lurid sex scene that was being set up. Yet.
"Now fuck me!" Melissa demanded.
Bojangles grunted in discomfort and pulled his pants and underwear down.
He kicked them off and they fell to the floor of the car.
Melissa lay on her back.
"Straddle my hips!" she demanded.
Bojangles' hulking form of negroid flesh got on top of his mistress.
"Now shove it up my cunt!"
Bojangles did as he was told.
His meaty cock slid up Melissa's cunt.
He began to pump away.
In seconds, a crowd had begun to form around the car.
Puerto Ricans and blacks alike began to push and jostle one another for a view of the hot fuck action that was occurring inside the pink Cadillac.
Melissa could hear the tones of their voices, but could not distinguish what they were saying.
She was lost in rapture.
(And she also did not know how to speak Spanish.)
Bojangles pounded up her dripping pussy. He pounded. He thrust.
He attacked her with all the brute strength his meaty body possessed.
Melissa wrapped her hands around her big chauffeur's broad shoulders.
She stuck out her tongue and attacked Bojangles' mouth.
Her tongue slid between his thick lips.
Melissa bucked her hips up.
All thick ten inches of cock violated her pussy.
She grinded her hips sensuously.
In this manner, she was able to feel the black man's cock ravaging every section of her abyss of love.
Her canal of carnal delights.
Her wet, dripping pussy!
"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! " she screamed.
The crowds outside the car grew.
The spectators became increasingly rowdy. Hands stared pressing up against the windows of the car.
Noses were pressed against the window panes. Puerto Ricans and blacks were pressing in on all sides.
And still Bojangles' cock stayed hard. And he kept on giving his mistres more and more of that thick, throbbing shaft that she loved so much. That she lusted after! That she hungered for!
Melissa bucked up to meet the professional strokes.
Bojangles was not merely a chauffeur! He was Melissa's sex slave! A sex slave that had to fulfill the little rich girl's every desire just like Chuckie had to. like Bernard had to. like Edna-Louise had to.
Melissa was the luckiest little girl on the Earth at that moment!
She had the best tits on the East Coast, the best legs in the nation!
She had traveled from Los Angeles to New York on the perchance of meeting up with a hot, hung artist she had seen in a magazine.
And she had met him.
And fucked him.
And been fucked by him!
Melissa threw her head back and wailed in ecstatic delight.
Bojangles kept pumping up her twat.
His balls smacked her pelvic bone.
His shaft slid in and out, up and down, back and forth.
Ungh!
"Fuck me!"
UNGH!
"FUCK ME!"
UNGH.'
"FUCK ME!"
"I-I can't hold out much longer!" Bojangles gasped, even as the crowds were egging him on.
They wanted the hot fuck session to last all afternoon!
So did Melissa.
Of course.
But all good things must come to an end.
And suddenly stream after stream of jism exploded deep up the wriggling girl's cock-lusting pussy.
Melissa's head shot back.
Her fingernails raked into the coarse, leathery skin of her chauffeur's back.
She rode out Bojangles' orgasm.
And they were both still.
Suddenly, as they lay panting in one another's arms, the sound of police sirens reached their ears.
Bojangles jumped to action. He pulled on his pants. He forgot all about his underwear. They remained on the floor in a tiny pile. Melissa tugged her jeans around her waist. "Should we make a break for it."
"In this, ma'am? They'll spot us a mile away."
"We better do some quick talking!" The police car pulled up to the pink Cadillac. Bojangles gulped nervously.
*****
"Mother? It's me, Melissa ... yes ... I'm fine ... but ... yes ... no ... yes ... MOTHER! Will you please listen! I got one phone call to make, and I decided to call you! Mother! Mother! Don't cry! No ... well, uh ... well ... for indecent exposure ... yes ... MOTHER! I am not! Oh, please! Yes! No! Let me speak to Daddy! You're absolutely useless! No ... Goodbye...."
Melissa smiled up at the police officer who towered over her.
"She's getting Daddy for me," Melissa explained.
The police officer continued chewing on his gum.
"Hi! Daddy? Hi! It's me! Yes ... I-NO! Don't listen to a word she says ... well, uh ... YES! But I need to be bailed out ... indecent exposure! Oh, not you, too! I am not! I already told mother that! Yes, he's here with me. Yes. Yes. In the cell. No ... in the car ... yes ... in Harlem ... DADDY!! Oh, PLEASE!! Will you just send me the money? Wire it, please! This jail is absolutely disgusting! And the food is awful! Just awful! Okay ... yes ... love and kisses to Mother ... Okay. Goodbye!"
Melissa hung up the phone.
"Daddy says he's wiring the money. It should be here this afternoon."
The policeman kept staring silently at Melissa.
His eyes cast over her big boobs.
He licked his lips.
"You do this type of kinky thing often, kid."
"Well, sporadically, I would say. Not exactly often...."
"About how often?"
"Oh, about once every week or so...."
"Yeah?"
A grin spread across the police officer's face.
Melissa checked him out.
BRADY, his badge said.
He had nice blue eyes.
A thick tuft of brown hair.
Meaty thighs.
Nice arms.
And what a big bulge!
Melissa's eyes almost popped out of her head. "Uh, listen, kid, I think I should take you up to the lounge and get you a cup of coffee Would you like that?"
"What about my chauffeur?" Melissa asked, motioning to a humiliated Bojangles who sat on a bench opposite her.
"He can stay down here."
"Okay."
"Ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
"Then let's go!"
Once in the hallway, Officer Brady grabbed Melissa's slender shoulders and threw her up against the wall.
But this was not an act of police brutality. Police lust would have been a better phrase. Office Brady shoved his tongue between Melissa's pink lips. The girl took it eagerly. Officer Brady fondled her right boob. Then her left boob.
Then he reached down and caressed the moist, warm area between Melissa's thighs. Melissa gasped and spread her legs. Wide.
Officer Brady continued to fondle her twat. Melissa decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
She reached down and grasped the thick, solid shaft that throbbed in the man's crotch.
"Ooooo!" she cooed. "Nice and hard."
"And big!" added the extremely vain Officer Brady. "Of course!"
"You like men in uniform."
"Love them!"
"Great! There's a whole bunch of guys that are just dying to meet you."
"B-but...."
"Your bail money won't be here for a few hours. You don't want to be bored, do you."
"I guess not!!! "
Melissa traipsed down the hallway behind the police officer.
Life sure was fun when you were the daughter of the richest man in California!
Melissa giggled as the police officer led her down the hallway.
This trip to New York sure was eventful!
Melissa couldn't wait to get back to California to tell Chuckie, Bernard and Edna-Louise all about it!
Eight
"Hello, Millicent-Forbes Enterprises. May I help you?"
"Extension 514."
"Excuse me, ma'am?"
"I told you to get me extension 514!"
"But ... are you sure? That's Mr. Millicent-Forbes private line!"
"What is your name?"
"Doritha ... uh, Doritha Jones."
"Are you new?"
"Yes, I just started."
"Well, I am Melissa Millicent-Forbes!"
"Oh, my!"
"Yes, so kindly connect me with extension 514 this instant."
"Yes ... right away!"
"Hello, Blake here."
"Daddy!"
"Millicent, dear! It's so nice to have you back. Did you have a good time in New York."
"Oh, father, it was fab!"
"Fine. Fine. So, you'll be home for dinner this evening?"
"Oh, father. I was calling to ask if I could borrow the company jet. There's an opening of a new film with Gian Baiello."
"Baiello? The Italian film star? I had no idea you were still interested in him?"
"No, not romantically. But we're still friends. They say this film is going to make him internationally celebrated! Oh, father, it opens in Milan tonight and I am just dying to see it. Please!"
"Well, dear, if it means that much to you then certainly you can go. Andrew just got back from Tokyo yesterday. I'll call ahead to have it fueled and readied for you."
"Oh, thank you, father."
"So, when will you be home."
"This weekend sometime."
"I miss you, Millicent."
"Oh, father, I miss you, too. I'll be home this weekend."
"Good."
"Oh, and father."
"Yes, Millicent."
"You have a new receptionist, Doritha Jones, want her fired!"
"Was she rude to you."
"You know these darkies."
"It'll be done this afternoon."
"Thank you, father."
Millicent hung up the phone and fell back upon her bed, when she heard a knock upon the door.
"Yes," she droned," what could you possibly want with me?"
The door opened and it was Harrison.
"Hello, Melissa."
"Yes, Harrison?"
"I wasn't sure if you were in here or not. There is a man here, come to fix their fireplace."
"There's nothing wrong with my fireplace."
"Why, no ma'am, but there seems to be a problem with the fireplace in the billiard room which is directly below yours. They need to fix it from up here."
"Must they do it now, Harrison? Send them away!
I am much too tired. I just got back from New York...."
"Miss. Melissa...."
"I just got back from New York and I have jet lag. Let me take a nap for a couple of hours."
"I'm afraid that isn't possible, Miss. Melissa."
"WHAT?"
"You're father is having that young senator from Massachusetts over...."
"I could not possibly care less. I am absolutely exhausted...."
"Your father needs to have a talking to that young upstart senator and so he invited him over for dinner and billiards this evening. He made it quite clear to me that he expected the fireplace in the billiard room fixed by the time he returned this evening."
"Well, I cannot believe...."
Just then a tall, tanned man, with rippling muscles showing through his grimy, sweaty t-shirt and work pants, walked into the room.
"You want me to drop this off here?" he growled in a low, gruff voice.
He had black, curly hair and had a few day's growth on his face.
He had a layer of dirt under his fingernails.
"Yes, my good man, that will be fine. This is the lady's bedchamber. Be especially careful not to mess it up. The floor is an intricate pattern of cut wood which was imported from Denmark and it cannot be duplicated!"
"Yeah, uh, it's real purty."
"It's much more than, ahem, real purty. It is worth more than you make in ten years. So be exceptionally careful."
"AH!" gasped Melissa.
She hated not getting her own way!
She was ready to throw a temper tantrum right there and then!
How dare Harrison insist that this common laborer come in to work on her bedchamber when she had told him that she wished to rest!
"OOH!"
She made fists and her whole body shook with rage!
Her perky, young titties jiggled as she shook! Her face got all red.
Her normally pink cheeks became as red as blood.
Her blonde hair fell down in clumps across her snake-like eyes.
"Yes, Melissa, will there be anything else," Harrison cooed.
As much as he had always been afraid of her wrath, the knew he had the upper-hand this time.
Whatever Mister Millicent-Forbes says-goes!
And he liked the sight of the spoiled rich girl not getting her own way and boiling over with rage because of it.
"HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU?"
"Excuse me, Miss. Melissa, is there a problem?"
"PROBLEM? I TOLD YOU THAT I WISHED TO LIE DOWN AND REST! BUT! YOU INSIST THAT THIS ... GREASY, SMELLY THING COMES INTO MY LABOR!"
". . .As were Mister Millicent-Forbes wishes. Will there be anything else."
"NO! GET OUT!"
Harrison turned and walked-out of the room. He giggled to himself as he closed the door behind him.
The repairman didn't seem to mind being called a "greasy, smelly thing". He lifted one arm up and smelled his pit to see if he had remembered to shower that day.
"YOU GET TO WORK!"
"I was just about to do that, ma'am. I just wanted to take my boots off to see that I didn't mess up your nice floor like the guy said."
He pulled off the big, black work boots and put them by the door. Then he walked across the room in his stocking feet towards the fireplace.
"Mighty nice place you got here."
Melissa tried her best to ignore him.
"Might nice. I never would have thought there were even motels this nice. This is almost a palace."
"Oh, please, my dear repairman, do what you came to do. I have a headache. All I wanted to do is lay down in peace."
"Oh, hell, ma'am. Go lay down on yer bed there! I won't bother you. Look at how big this place is. I'll be over here fixing the fireplace."
Melissa went over and threw herself onto her bed.
She unbuttoned the first few buttons of her blouse.
She kicked off her pumps and pulled down her stockings.
She unbuttoned the top button on her wool slacks.
She unzipped them halfway to give her some room to breathe.
She lay back and stared up at the ceiling.
Her platinum blonde hair cascaded across the piles and piles of silk-covered, down-filled pillows on her bed.
Everything was in red on her bed.
Bright blood red.
It contrasted very distinctly with her glossy blonde hair and muted pink skin.
Her indigo eyes shot a glance over to the worker.
Sure enough, he was standing by the fireplace, but his eyes were fixed on her.
She rolled around and faced him.
She propped herself up on one largish pillow and stared at him.
One of her large tits was almost falling out of her blouse. Almost! But not quite. He could see the shape.
The large round shape. The whole curve of the underside of that melon was exposed to him.
But the silk blouse came down and covered it at just the right angle to completely cover her shocking pink nipple.
She ran a finger across her lip.
She hadn't redone her make-up since the plane, so her lips were still bright pink, like a little girl's.
She raised one eyebrow in his direction, asking him why he was watching her instead of working.
He misunderstood the meaning of her expression.
He dropped his flashlight and walked over to the bed.
He stood over her. "Urn ... can I help you."
"Johnny. My name's Johnny," he stammered. "Well, that's nice. Is there something wrong or are you going to get back to work."
"Uh ... uh ... " He looked around.
She swung around on the bed, letting that little pink patch of nippleflesh fall out of her blouse.
That seemed to be the signal Johnny was waiting for.
Johnny leaned in close to her and stretched-out his hands.
Melissa sat-up quick and reached for the silver cigarette case next to her bed.
"Jimmy, why don't you get back to work before I have to call for someone."
She lit the cigarette, took a long drag off of it and blew the smoke into his face.
"NOW!"
"Yesum, ma'am."
Looking like a beaten puppy, the repairman walked back over towards the fireplace. "And ... uh, my name's Johnny, ma'am."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Next to the cigarette case and lighter there was a stack of European fashion magazines. She picked one up and started sifting through the pages.
She tossed it aside and picked-up another.
This was a Japanese fashion magazine.
She flipped through the pages. At one point she was astonished at this one haircut she liked.
"Hmm," she thought to herself, "I must remember that and show it to Antonio, my hair dresser."
Of course, she couldn't understand any of the text, it was all in Japanese. But she loved the pictures. The parade of foreign fashions was wonderful.
Then she turned the page and there was a big blow-up of Bruce Springsteen on stage.
"Ooh."
In red, white and blue letters was the word: SPRINGSTEEN.
And then lots of writing in Japanese.
She stared at the picture.
"He is so hot," she thought to herself.
Then she looked over at the animal who was fixing her fireplace.
"Hmm," she thought, "he does look a little like him."
As he worked, the giant muscles in his arms bulged.
Big blue veins stuck-out of the muscles. His whole body was lean, but packed solid with muscle.
She imagined that years of carrying bricks around for fireplaces would certainly build a man up big and strong.
She watched him work and decided that it might be worth her while.
After all, she did have a couple of hours to kill before her plane left for Milan.
Besides, if she detained him and he didn't finish his job, Harrison would look bad in her father's eyes!
"Hmmph!"
That will teach that ungracious, obnoxious foreigner!
She walked over to the door and casually turned the latch, locking the world out. And locking him in!
Then she strolled back to the middle of the room.
He continued with his work.
She stood there motionless for a minute.
He refused to look up at her.
"We'll see about this," she thought to herself.
Casually, she slipped out of her slacks and threw them onto a divan across the room.
She slowly unbuttoned each button on her blouse.
He noticed motion out of the corner of his eye, but tried not to look.
She whipped the silk blouse off her body.
It had felt cold against her skin, but now she was beginning to feel warm all over, despite her near-nakedness.
She stood there in just a tiny pair of pink cotton panties.
She stepped-out of them.
They ended-up on the divan along with her blouse and slacks.
She walked over to the west wall where the fireplace stood.
The repairman kneeled on the floor, looking up inside the fireplace with a flashlight.
He heard her walk over to him, but his pride was hurt for having been turned down once already.
He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of turning around again.
But he had no idea of this!
"It is a really nice fireplace. We should light a fire in it. It's so nice to fuck next to a blazing fire!"
"WHA'? "
He turned around quickly and found his face staring directly into her pretty, curly blonde muff.
She leaned her hips forward so that the little blonde curls brushed up against his nose.
He opened his mouth, panting.
The smell of pussy was overpowering!
She put one hand into his curly black, greasy hair.
She patted him like a dog.
There were bits of sawdust through hair.
Her dainty, feminine fingers picked them out carefully and lovingly, one-by-one.
Her other hand reached down in front of his mouth and sought out her own.
She pried her lips apart and lightly brushed them up against his rough whiskers.
"Sssss-ooooh."
They were really rough!
Then, her ring finger nudged his nose with a five-carat yellow diamond.
The pad of her finger, meanwhile, found her shining clitoris.
She began to rub.
Slowly!
Seethingly!
She whirled her finger round-and-round her clit in little circles. "Aah," she began to moan. "AAAaaah."
Johnny sat there in shock, transfixed by this gorgeous blonde girl with her finger on her clit.
He kept reminding himself that she was jailbait, but he knew that the pink beaver only inches away from his tongue was going to win out over his better judgment.
Jail-bait!
If only he knew that she was only fourteen! But old enough to know what she wanted. And old enough to go out and get it! She worked her finger on her clit! "AAAAH!"
He reached his hands up and traced the shape of her young, tight ass. It was so firm!
It was as taut as hard rubber.
He pulled on the cheeks.
She grinded her cunt closer to his face.
"AAH!"
She lifted her hand from her clit.
"That feels so good when I touch myself. Let's see if your tongue can do any better."
His jaw had already dropped.
She took her little palm and cupped it under his jaw.
She yanked his mouth open a little further. Then she moved her hips in. The dripping baby slit fit inside the man's gaping jaws.
His tongue slapped around her vulva. "AAAAH!"
She loved the feeling.
Her licked all around the folds of her cunt and then slipped his tongue inside.
He lapped-up as much of the musky taste as he could.
He loved the taste of her cunt and it's delicious gravy.
She motioned her hips in a gentle fucking rhythm. He had been working hard all day and the smell of his sweat became overpowering. And she loved it!
It was the smell of a man. A herd-working, beefy man.
Not one of these sissy-assed, genteel, gentlemanly office faggots that ran in the upper circles of society.
NO!
This was a man. Not washed and buffed and perfumed, but sweaty and dirty and manly!
She rocked her cunt as his tongue slipped in-and-out.
He lapped at her clit, and each time he got close to it, spasms of ecstasy rocked her frail, little body.
Her titties jiggled up and down as she shook with excitement form his tongue's slurping up her cunt juices.
"AH!"
"AHHHH!"
"AHHHHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAH H H H H H H!"
With a fury that seemed like she was demon-possessed, she rocked all over the man with her first orgasm.
Almost painfully, she grinded her cunt into his mouth.
He lapped at her clit mercilessly.
Her whole body became hot!
Her cunt dripped until it was more moist!
Her legs went numb!
Her nipples became rock-hard and stood up and away from her body, as if pulled by unseen strings from the ceiling!
"AH!"
"AHHHHHH."
"AAAHHHHHHH."
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" It didn't take long before this bitch was enjoying her second orgasm! It became so tender it was painful. She pulled her cunt away from the man. She stood up and walked over to her bed. She threw herself upon it, not looking back or caring if the repairman followed. But he did follow!
His dirty, sweaty work clothes quickly became a pile on the floor and he was on top of her.
She was lying on her stomach, her face buried in some pillows and her hands running through her blonde hair.
He climbed on top of her back.
He grabbed her hands and put them on each side of her head and held them down there.
He began to rub up against her.
He humped the crack in her ass.
His dick, unseen to her, was enormous!
It was at least ten-or-eleven inches long and as big around as half-dollar.
The feel of the log rubbing up against her tight, tiny butt made her wince.
"He isn't going to try his way up the Hershey highway, not with that thing," she thought to herself.
The thought crossed his mind, and seemed quite appealing, but he dismissed it for the present.
He yanked up on her hips until she was supporting herself on her knees.
Her face was still buried in the pillows and he held her by the wrists.
She groaned into the pillows.
Her pussy had become soggy enough from all of the excitement to make a spot on the sheets.
His dick was rock hard and with one solid thrust he sent it up between the quivering lips of her cunt. "UH-UH-UHHHHHH!" She began to pant. It was too much for her! She was frightened!
She had never been filled up this much before!
He wasted no time working himself up to full gallop!
He pumped and pumped!
He thrust his cock with quick devastating blows up inside her pubis.
Her whole body shook with each ram!
As he doggie-fucked her, he got full view of that gorgeous tight, young ass!
He leaned over it and felt it against his burly, muscled chest.
"AAAH!"
"OH, FUCK ME!"
"I'VE NEVER HAD A MAN SO STRONG OR SO BIG BEFORE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
He whammed his cock up into her.
Each powerful thrust made her eyes bug-out a little.
She could almost feel it in her throat. "I'M GONNA ... I'M GONNA...."
"AAAAAAAAAAAH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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"JIMMY!"
That beautiful ass!
That hard, young, firm, beautiful ass!
It was more than he could resist!
He fucked her to the point of cumming and then....
Then....
He whipped his dick out from between the lips of her anxious, twitching, soggy pussy....
And he smashed it powerfully and painfully between the cheeks of her ass and down into the second, tinier, tighter fuck-hole found there!
From spasms of ecstasy to spasms of pain in the length of time it took her fragile adolescent nervous system to recognize exactly what had just happened.
His cock was well-lubricated from the dripping gravy from her itching, cumming cunt! She had let a few men up her shit chute before. But NEVER! NEVER!
Would she have considered this one!
It was enormous. It was as big around as two good-sized slabs of dickmeat.
And it was long enough to reach way up inside her intestines!
Way up!
Deep!
She could feel herself being ripped apart!
She felt helpless to the pain which wracked her whole body.
She tried to break free, but his grasp was too firm.
She turned her head to the side.
Those bulging muscles were like bands of iron which tied her to the bed.
There was no way of fighting her way free.
She squirmed.
It was useless!
His cock stretched her ass-hole a hundred-times out-of-shape.
The muscles squeezed hard, trying to force his dick out of the hole.
But it was no good. He wasn't moving!
And there was all the force in the body of that muscled, hard-working bricklayer to keep him up her ass-hole if that's where he wanted to be!
He continued to fuck!
He had to keep on pumping. He had to keep up the momentum, because the walls of the inside of her ass would close around his cock and stick to it.
It was painful up there. It was so tight!
You could say it was too '&*t' tight!
(If there was such a thing!)
He banged at her bunghole as she writhed in pain beneath him. lust a few minutes ago, she had wondered if her cunt was going to be able to accommodate his enormous tool.
Her cunt!
Her trained lips!
But her ass hadn't had the practice and wasn't built for this much torture. But he kept right on fucking! FUCKING! FUCKING! Faster and faster! Harder and harder!
He gritted his teeth.
It took every ounce of willpower he had not to cum yet.
This was the best fuck he had ever had, and he wanted it to last! Faster and faster!
He pumped his cock faster and faster up into her tender, abused shithole. "Help. Help."
But she was in shock from the pain and her voice came out only a whisper. Her legs went dead.
He had to pick up her hips and haul them up. UP!
For the best angle of penetration! Her hands were finally free, but it was no use. This screaming sex bitch couldn't move from all the pain.
He pumped and pumped!
HARDER!
FASTER!
Then suddenly he slowed down. ' Each fuck motion came slower, further apart, but more deliberate.
Each thrust reached even deeper up inside her intestines.
Deeper!
To the darkest, most-painful depths of the inside of her body that he could possibly reach!
Without a noise, he let loose a gusher of hot, steamy cum up inside her bowels.
The milky brine streamed out and painted the underside of all of her vital organs.
He was spent.
He pulled out.
She shivered as he whipped his cock out of her. Every motion in-or-out of her chapped, tender ass-hole sent storms of pain throughout her body.
He yanked it out violently.
He got-up and walked across the room.
He put the same smelly, dirty workclothes on his body.
Melissa lay on her bed shivering.
She couldn't move without searing flares of pain shooting from her ass.
He picked-up his boots at the door.
"Uh, the problem can't be fixed from up here. I'll have to catch it on the roof. Uh-thanks."
He closed the door behind himself.
Melissa stood up.
She walked very lightly so as not to upset her sensitive ass.
She slipped back into her clothes, grabbed her bag and was down the stairs of the house.
She checked her watch.
"Shit! I have to hurry. I have to be in Milan by dinner-time."
"Urn...."
She sorted-out the time difference in her head and realized that she would not be able to have dinner with Gian, but that she would be getting there at just about bedtime.
Which is, after all, the only time to visit tall, handsome Italian actors!
As she was practically out of the door, Bernard, the French chef ran up to her.
"Mademoiselle, mademoiselle!"
"Yes, love."
"It is your papa on the telephone for vous."
"Oh, thank you, Bernard." She ran into the small antechamber off the main entryway and picked-up the phone. "Father?"
"Yes, dear. I'm so glad I caught you. I thought you would have left by now."
"I-urn-was taking a nap and fell asleep."
"Well, how fortunate. I was just discussing the menu for this evening with Bernard. Listen, do you remember I was telling you how Andrew had just got back from Tokyo?"
"Yes."
"Well, there's some more problems there with the trade agreements. He needs to go back on this flight. So, he's going to ride with you to Milan and then ride on to Tokyo from there. You don't mind if he tags along do you?"
"No ... It's a 747. It's plenty big enough."
"Good. Good."
"I'll speak with you this weekend."
"Give me a call from Milan. I want to be sure you got there alright."
"Oh, father, you worry too much."
"Melissa, I want you to...."
"I will father. Bye-bye."
Melissa picked her sable up off the floor where she had dropped it and ran out the door. She stopped dead on the main veranda. "Is there a problem, Melissa?" It was Harrison.
"Yes. I was going to drive my jaguar to the airport, but it's going to rain this weekend. I don't want it sitting outside all that time. Yes, you had better send Bojangles around to drive me over."
"Certainly, ma'am."
Harrison went inside. In a few minutes a limousine pulled-up in front of Melissa.
"Not this old gray thing! I hate this! Where is the new midnight blue limousine?"
"Miss. Melissa, it's down at your father's office. He has meetings in Los Angeles today."
"Oh, bother! Okay, this will have to do. Did you at least get the ice machine fixed?"
"Yes, Miss. Melissa, and the television is now hooked up to wireless cable so it picks up HBO."
"Well, I'm not going to start watching a movie that I won't get to finish. You hurry this thing along to the airport!"
"Yes, ma'am."
In no time the big gray Cadillac had zigzagged through traffic to the airport and to the runway where the private Millicent-Forbes plane was standing-by.
Melissa jumped-out and ran to the plane, without even a parting glance in the direction of Bojangles. She raced on board.
There, at the head of the cockpit, was the pilot and another man. They were both tall, blonde and gorgeous. They were both tanned, athletic California boys. At first, Melissa was overcome by the sight. She had always had her eyes on Captain Rogers. He was hot.
She had always dreamed of fucking him, but she had only seen him when she was flying, which meant she was coming or going and there was no time for sex or other amusements.
And the other guy he was talking to.
Before she had time to figure it out, he shot out his hand to shake hers.
"Hi," he gleamed.
He shot her a large, toothy smile.
"I'm Andrew Grib, your father's attorney in charge of the trade deals with Japan."
"I'm Melissa."
"Yes, I know. I've seen your picture in your father's office. This is Captain Rogers."
"Yes, I know."
"Hello, Miss. Forbes."
"Call, me Melissa. It's a shame we never see each other long enough to get to be friends."
"Yes, it is. Well, if you have time, maybe we could stop for a drink in Milan."
"That would be nice. Or-you could show me around the cockpit sometime, maybe? Big engines fascinate me."
"Sure, just come on up. I'd be glad to show you around."
Melissa walked past them and into the lounge. She turned back and smiled at Andrew. "Are you going to be coming, Andrew."
"Ah-sure!"
Andrew followed her back into the cabin, and Captain Rogers went to prepare for take-off.
"I'm glad you're here Melissa. Your father always sends me on these trips alone. I usually feel so ashamed riding in this big plane all by myself."
"I'm glad I'm here, too, Andrew."
"I mean look at it! This whole plane for just the two of us! Can you believe it?"
"Well, how many people do you think could fit in here?"
"Hundreds and hundreds."
"Don't be silly. It would never get off the ground."
"This is a 747! Commercial flights carry hundreds and hundreds of people on one of these."
"Ghastly! Why that sounds perfectly awful! I can't believe people would pay to have themselves packed-up like sardines to fly. Really! But those are the common people and they don't know any better."
"Well, they ... I mean...."
"Oh, please, don't start defending them! Common people like living that way! Why, they like being poor and scraping-by on what they have. They don't know any better and they think they're happy."
"But they aren't poor because they like it, they're poor because they have no money."
"Then they should go out and work for some! The plight of the poor people! The plight of the poor people! That's all I ever hear. It's their choice to be poor!"
"Melissa, I think...."
"They don't have to be poor. If they would just work extra hard and save their money, but no they won't! They are lazy and shiftless and waiting around for a hand-out!"
"Melissa...."
"And do you know who they are waiting to get a hand-out form? ME! Well, let me tell you, enough of my father's tax dollars is wasted on welfare which goes to buy Coors beer for darkies in Harlem, while they run around having a hundred illegitimate little darkie children by a hundred different eleven and twelve year-old darkie girls, just so they can all go on welfare! It makes me sick! It's unamerican."
"But Melissa...."
"But what? Oh, here it comes! Are you going to tell me your big success story of how you came from a poor, working-class family and how you still have close ties to your humble beginnings?"
"Actually, yes!"
"Don't make me want to woof! Just because your family was cattle doesn't mean that you are cattle. You worked your way out of the mud of poverty. Otherwise, my father wouldn't hold you in such high esteem. Don't you see? You're family might be poor and worthless, but you're no longer like them."
"But I will always be a Grib!"
"Yes, but you are more one of us than one of them!"
"But, you can't understand. You never had to work for this money, you were born into it."
"Thank God! Oh, dear me, thank God! I would kill myself before I would want to grow up eating in MacDonald's and going to public school! Ooh! What an awful thought! Eating food out of tinfoil pans and buying polyester clothing off a rack in Zayre's department store!"
"But, living humbly has it's own charms."
"Please, Andrew! Common people don't matter! They are worthless! Their lives are worthless! They think that they are happy because they don't get enough to eat and their brains don't develop properly. They are too stupid to know any better. You sound like one of them sometimes, though. You can't just enjoy the spacious luxury of this 747. No, you are going to spend the whole trip feeling guilty!"
Melissa snickered to herself, knowing she was right.
"But, with people starving in the world...."
"Ha-ha-ha! I suppose we should detour down to West Africa to drop off a shipment of grain! Ha-ha-ha!"
"But, children are going to bed hungry!"
"Let them go out and get a job!"
"But there are no jobs! They live in a desert!"
"Then they should move! Ha-ha-ha! Anyway, they could always get a job in the servitude! There is always a need for good servants. Heavens! I can't tell you the trouble we have keeping good help."
"I don't think...."
"Oh, stop pouting! Here, can I get you a drink."
"Sure, whiskey."
"Straight up."
"Sure."
She fixed him a drink. She poured herself a glass of white wine and sat down next to him.
"So tell me," she proceeded without missing a beat, "you like to fuck?"
"Well, Melissa, I think-uh, I think we shouldn't-uh."
"Oh, Andrew, don't be such a stuffed shirt."
She had decided that she didn't much care for Andrew Grib.
Still, he was tall and blonde with blue eyes and a finely-muscled body.
He'd do.
She picked-up an intercom.
"Captain Rogers, this is Melissa. Please have no interruptions. Mr. Grib and I wish to be left alone for a while."
"Yes, Miss. Forbes."
She unbuttoned her silk blouse, and pulled it off over her head.
As she lifted her arms, her massive young, hard titties fell and jiggled like jello for a few minutes.
Her nipples were that electric bright pink color.
They were already rock-hard and ready for action.
She caressed the underside of them with her hands.
Her hair fell down around her shoulders in long streams of gold.
Her blue eyes shimmered in the dim light of the cabin.
Her tiny aristocratic nose pointed slightly up and away from her face. She took another sip of her wine and then pouted newly-moistened red lips.
She leaned in close to Andrew, as if to kiss him, and then pulled back quick.
Her right nipple lightly smacked against his closed lips.
He parted his lips and let her soft nippleflesh fall in against his tongue.
His hot breath made the tiny colorless hairs on her tits cringe.
He lapped all around the nippleflesh.
He slurped on the tit!
He reached his hands up and cupped them around her perfect milk factories! He squeezed. He poked! He probed!
He kneaded them like bread! He chewed on them! He kissed them! He lapped them!
Then he slowly, gently nibbled on her nipple.
She giggled because it tickled.
He was so gentle with her as compared to her lover-attacker of this morning.
Still, she wasn't sure which way she liked it best.
It still hurt her to sit down, but somewhere deep inside her ass she was begging for more.
MORE!
She loved having her shit chute filled up!
She loved having dickmeat stuck into every orifice of her body! '
She thought about all the guys who ad fucked her. "Hmmmmmmmmm."
She thought what it would be like to have both Captain Rogers and Andrew both fucking her at once.
The two blonde boys could easily pass for brothers. Oh, the thought of it!
At the same time, one up her ass and the other up her cunt!
Her pussy began to soak with excitement!
She pulled off her pants and shoes and stockings.
All that was left was that filthy rag of a pink, cotton pair of panties.
She almost couldn't believe her own gaul to slip on the same pair of panties after she had fucked the bricklayer this morning and had her undergarments soaked to the point of being wringing wet with her pussy drippings.
But she slid them down her legs and stepped out of them for the second time today.
Andrew was sitting on a great sofa.
He lay back and motioned for Melissa to lay down next to him.
She giggled.
She also did him one better. She sat right down on his face and began grinding her dirty, soggy cunt into his face.
Andrew was clean-shaven, so there was no problem of razor-burn against her tender pussy lips.
She rocked back and forth, providing all the action she needed to start to get herself off.
She rocked back-and-forth.
Back-and-forth.
All Andrew had to do was lay back with his tongue up and his mouth wide-open.
He slurped and lapped and let the light mucousy pussy gravy run into his mouth.
"AH!"
"AAAAAH."
"AAAAAAAAAH H H."
"UH."
"UH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She came and came!
Stream after stream of electric passion shook her body! "AAAH!"
"OH, ANDREW! ANDREW! ANDREW! OOH, YOU KNOWHOWTODO ITTOMEIYOU KNOW HOW TO GET ME WET AND HORNY AND WANTING TO BE FUCKED! FUCK ME, ANDREW! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"EAT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE!"
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"EAT MEEEEEEEE!"
"FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
"FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE!"
The plane began to rock.
"Wha'? " mumbled Andrew from beneath the tuft of curly blonde hair.
"It's just a little turbulence. Nothing for you to be worried about. Just you continue to give my cunt the turbulence you've been giving it! Ooh! You are so good! Oh, baby!"
He slapped his tongue up the folds in her pussy.
She writhed in pleasurable ecstasy.
She rocked her whole body, grinding her cunt into his face.
"OOH! OOH!"
Her clit was dancing with pleasure. The turbulence began to get worse. And worse!
Soon the whole cabin was rocking up and down. It bucked and swerved as the jet soared over the skies. Melissa giggled.
"Don't get nervous now! We have a loooooooong flight ahead of us still! Remember, you're not just flipping over to Tokyo, you're going the long way. First to Europe! You want to see that I get to my destination safe and happy don't you?"
She giggled.
He looked-up at her from underneath the oozing slit between her legs. He was worried.
This little girl could be a real cunt to daddy's employees!
She told the pilot she didn't want to be disturbed for any reason, and she meant it! What if it was more than just a little turbulence! He began to be worried! But Melissa was far from worried.
She rode his tongue to ecstasy and that's all she cared about!
As the turbulence got worse, it was like riding inside of a roller-coaster ride.
For seconds at a time, the passengers would be completely weightless.
It was tingling!
At any second, they would find their hearts in their throats!
And this only added to the excitement that was vibrating through the lips of Melissa's pussy!
"OOH!"
"OOH, BABY! YOU ARE SOOOOOOOOO GOOD. YOU REALLY KNOW WHAT IT IS YOU ARE DOING. BABY LOVES THE WAY HER SUGAR LAPS HER OUT! BABY HAS NEVER HAD HER FOURTEEN YEAR-OLD PUSSY FUCKED BETTER THAN SHE GETS IT FUCKED BY YOUR LONG, HARD TONGUE. LAP OUT ALL MY PUSSY JUICE! EAT ME! EAT ME! EAT ME! EAT ME!"
"AH!"
"AAAAAH!"
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
"AAA AAA A A A H!"
"UH!"
"UH!"
"UH!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AHHHHHHHHH!"
She grabbed hold of the hair on his head with her tiny fingers and yanked his head into her cunt!
She grinded!
She grinded!
She creamed her cunt into his face, letting the rhythmic pulses of her orgasms shoot through her entire body, alternating surges of numbing pain and vibrating ecstasy!
"AAAAAAAAH!"
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
"OH, ANDREW! ANDREW! ANDREW!" She came and came.
The cabin pressure became really thin, and the two of them got light-headed.
She rocked, shaking the last few moments of dripping pleasure from her pussy.
"AH! AH! AH!"
The cabin swerved and bucked!
It rocked up-and-down haphazardly!
The two of them were now giggling as Melissa grabbed the burboun off the bar and poured Andrew another drink.
"Do you think ... l mean...."
"Captain Rogers is a pro."
"Still, I feel kinda...."
"Oh, you are boring! Look at you, my poor beaver lips are dragging on the floor and you're still there in your tie and three-piece suit. Am I going to have to undress you, baby."
"Uh-"
She knelt over him and grabbed his tie. Pulling on his tie, she crawled against the turbulence down to his side. She got right up next to him. Face-to-face! She parted her lips.
Before he knew he was kissing her, she had her tongue down his throat. "Ungh."
She moaned and moaned.
She loved the taste of him in her mouth.
Actually, it was the taste of her own pussy!
She loved the taste!
He stroked her tits.
She loosened his tie. She took it off him, folded it neatly, and sat it on a small coffee service next to her.
She began unbuttoning his shirt.
She reached one hand in and felt his smooth, hairless chest.
But she could feel the perfect definition of each muscle through his soft, silky tanned skin.
She continued unbuttoning his shirt until she had that almost off of him also.
Her tongue still sought-out the dark crevices at the back of his throat, and that last few tastes of her own pussy drippings.
She slurped on his mouth. She unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. Slowly she slid it off of him and put it with the tie and jacket. Then, as he kicked off his shoes, she undid his fly. She groaned.
She squealed with delight! She could feel the hard tool through the material in his pants. It was a sizeable bulge!
She stroked it through his pants with one hand as he unzipped his pants with another. She pulled his pants down. The plane continued to buck! He kicked off his pants.
She left his side for a minute, just to get him restless.
She knelt on the ground and pulled off his socks. She giggled.
His feet looked so cute to her.
They were as perfectly tanned as the rest of him.
He was a consummate California beach boy!
She picked-up one of his feet.
She began massaging it.
"AAH," he moaned.
"These feet were made for beat-up tennis shoes, not Italian leather dress shoes with pointed toes."
"Oh, I know it. That feels so good."
"Oh, believe me, hunny. We have a lot of time to kill on this flight. Hours and hours and hours. I am going to have a lot of time to make you feel good."
She picked the foot up and slipped the big toe into her mouth.
She smiled up at him.
Her blonde hair was all tussled and messed-up and hanging over her face.
Her indigo eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the cabin.
She sucked on his big toe.
She pulled her lips back off the toe and she lightly licked over the tops of all of his toes.
She kissed each one.
Lightly.
She caressed his feet with her mouth. She loved the way it felt. He loved the way it felt.
All he could think about was that cute little girl with the massive tits taking the same care to lick and lap his cock!
She smiled up at him.
She knew exactly what he was thinking.
She had every intention of making his dream come true!
She caressed his poor tired feet with her lips and tongue as she saw the bulge in his boxer shorts get larger and larger and larger.
It was most impressive!
She stood up.
He slipped-out of his shorts. The plane continued to buck! He sat up, leaning his back against the back of the sofa.
He took her hands. She sat down.
But this time, she didn't straddle his face. This time she straddled his cock!
She loved the feel of it!
It wasn't a long cock. It was of average length.
But it was huge! It was the fattest cock she had ever seen in her life! It was fatter than Bojangle's! It was fatter than the fireplace repairman's!
She sat down on top of it.
She knelt on the sofa with her legs hanging over the edge.
Her pussy lips quivered as they parted.
Her soggy vulva spread.
She slid herself slowly down the pole!
She skewered her tight, young pussy by the force of her own weight.
The plane was still.
She slid slowly down the length of it.
It spread her wider than she had ever been spread!
She felt fulfilled!
Small orgasmic spasms were already rocking her pussy.
Her over-reactive clit just wouldn't quit!
She could feel herself stopping as she sat down on the hilt of his cock. Their two platinum tufts intertwined! Her ass-cheeks smacked against his balls. She loved the feel of it! He was so hot!
She stared down at his muscled body. He stared up at her floppy, hard titties. She wiggled them in his face. Her nipples were so hard and erect they hurt. Her pussy was so soggy, she slid effortlessly up-and-down the length of his shaft. It felt sooooooo good!
"AH! SUGAR! GIMME THAT COCK! FILL ME UP! SMASH ME INSIDE WITH YOUR HOT TOOL! IT'S SEARING HOT! SUGAR, IT RIPS ME UP AND I LOVE IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
She began to pick up speed as she bounced herself up at down on his pole.
She had a crazed look in her eyes.
She slid her pussy up-and-down on his pole!
FASTER!
FASTER!
HARDER!
HARDER!
She rubbed her clit harder and harder and harder against the pole as she worked her weight up-and-down.
The turbulence started up again!
The plane began to rock! But this time neither of them cared! She jumped up and down on his cock! His dick was getting harder and harder inside of her!
It was almost ready to shoot!
The plane would hit some turbulence and would then suddenly drop!
They would be weightless for a second!
The feeling was incredible.
She threw her arms over her head!
He began to pick his ass off the sofa to aid in the fucking action.
He loved the feel!
He squeezed his ass-cheeks together and let her fall down on his rock-hard meat.
He thrust-up and rammed it a little harder up inside her than before!
She would be weightless for a second, hovering around the head of his dick, then the plane would drop and she would come falling, slamming down harder onto his cock!
SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH!
SLAM!
SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH!
SLAM!
SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH!
SLAM!
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs!
He grunted!
"AHHHHH!"
"AHHHHH!"
"AHHHHH!"
"OMIG O D! A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A H-HHHHHHHHHHH!"
She came again in a great explosion of sexual energy.
Shortly thereafter, he exploded, dosing the inside of her pussy with a stream of milky-white cum!
At the moment of his climax, she was weightless, the lips of her pussy locked around the ultra-sensitive ridge around the head of his shooting cock!
It was the most incredible experience of his life!
He had never experienced anything like this before!
The two of them clutched each other as they let the last shock waves of orgasm pass over their bodies!
They sweat!
They panted!
They were both covered with the smell of musk!
They eventually relaxed their grip and settled down in the cabin.
Melissa poured them both another glass of bourbon.
"Melissa, I...."
"Hunny, you'll have worked this out of your system long before we reach Milan. And then you still have a long trip to Tokyo all by yourself, don't forget!"
Andrew smiled down at her and accepted the glass of bourbon.
"I'm just worried about all this turbulence," he explained.
"It happens all the time, besides," she rubbed her clit and stared up at him, "it's kinda fun. Don't you think?"
"Well, we shouldn't get too smashed. Just in case of an emergency."
Melissa howled with laughter.
"What does it matter? If something happens to Captain Rogers we're both gone! Neither you nor I can fly this thing whether we're drunk or sober!"
"I guess you're right."
'"Sides," she chided, "it's not that bad at all." She looked over at his suitcase. "Here, I'll show you that it isn't all that bad." She walked over and opened his suitcase. "What are...."
She flashed him a devilish grin as an answer. He quieted down. She pulled-out his toiletries kit. "I'm not incapacitated because of a little turbulence."
She reached inside and pulled-out his shaving cream and a razor.
"You shave with a straight razor! How wonderful!"
"You're not going to shave your legs with this turbulence! It's much too dangerous! You might slip and cut yourself!"
She pressed the button on the top of the can and a small ball of frothy, white shaving cream deposited into her hand.
"Shave my legs! No, no! It's much too dangerous in this turbulence."
CLICK!
She opened the straight razor. The plane bucked and swerved. ". . .And you're not going to shave me."
"No. You can shave yourself." The plane jumped.
She sat down on a huge leather chair across from him.
She took the ball of shaving cream and smashed it into her muff of curly, blonde pubic hair.
A look of horror shot across his face.
A bitchy, aristocratic look shot across her own face!
She would not mind dropping in an instant that this was her father's plane and he worked for her father.
And she could have him fired at the drop of a hat. She held up the icy cold blade. It glistened!
His teeth chattered.
His was scared shitless.
What if the plane jumps again....
What if she slips....
That razor was newly-sharpened. It could slice up her cunt like nothing! And they were a long way from a hospital.
The icy steel blade slid into the muff.
She scraped away one small patch.
She held up the blade and grinned.
She wiped the blade off on the carpet.
"That'll give the darkies who clean in here something to talk about-eh?"
She giggled.
The plane bucked!
She held the blade loosely in her hands.
The light, dainty wrist absorbed the shock of the plane's rocking and she managed to not extract even a drop of blood.
She scraped off another patch of fur.
Sweat poured down his brow.
He sat naked across the room watching her shave her pussy hair.
His dick shriveled-up out of fear.
She wiped her blade of the carpet.
"I'm almost half-way there. Don't worry. You worry too much!"
Just then the plane jumped up abruptly and roughly.
She slipped! The blade slid out of her hand! It came within a hair's breadth of her cunt lips, but it missed and tore into the leather chair. "Oops! That was close!"
It gouged the chair, making an incision at least three inches long!
A shiver went up and down his spine imagining they gash running along her cunt!
And the blade still sticking out of her cunt!
She pulled the blade out of the chair.
She smiled at him.
Then she bent over and continued to shave away the hair on her pussy.
She picked up a towel from off the bar and patted her pussy.
She reached inside the wet bar and pulled out a spigot.
She showered her shiny, shaved pussy with club soda.
Then toweled it dry.
"You like it?"
He was speechless.
But the shiny sight was enough to get his cock working again!
She walked over to him and nuzzled his hard-on against her cheek.
She began to lap around the head of his massive cock.
"MMMMMMM."
"YUM!" SLURP!
She got his cock ruby-red and as hard as stone all over again.
She lay down on the sofa next to him and he slid his cock up inside her pussy once more.
"OOOOOH!"
The shaving had made it even more sensitive. She loved the feel of his cock slamming up inside of her!
Each stroke echoed throughout her entire body. She slid along with him.
As he fucked, she would brace herself and then slip her body forward to meet his thrust for maximum penetration.
"AH!"
She loved the way he felt!
He was so big!
It filled her up so good!
"AH!"
She caressed his smooth muscled chest with her hands.
She kissed him a long, slow, passionate kiss.
He began to pick up momentum.
He fucked and fucked.
Harder and harder.
Faster and faster.
Harder!
Harder!
Faster!
Faster!
"OH BABY! FUCK ME! TEAR ME UP! RIP ME UP! I'M NO GOOD! TAKE MY WORTHLESS WHORE CUNT AND RIP IT TO SHREDS WITH YOUR ROCK-HARD MAN TOOL! OH! FUCK ME!"
He pounded into her cunt harder and harder and harder.
Her little display with the razor had just shown him that she was a worthless whore. No good! He slapped her! SMACK!
"FUCKIN' SLUT!"
He smacked her again!
SMACK!
He wasn't sure if it was to punish her or to try to knock some sense into her!
He kept pounding his massive cock into the space between her legs!
THRUSTING!
POUNDING!
PUMPING!
Harder and harder!
He was through being soft and gentle. That was more than this slut deserved!
Epilogue
Melissa Millicent-Forbes was one of the luckiest girls in the United States of America (in addition to having the biggest, most firm breasts and the best damn ass in the nation).
That girl could get as much cock as she could shove down her greedy cunt.
Or down her throat.
Or up her ass.
As the years wore on, the spoiled little rich girl tired of her chauffeur. And the mansion's chef. And the kitchen maid. Bojangles was fired. So was Bernard. And Edna-Louise.
Chuckie was lucky enough to service his mistress for quite a few years.
But eventually Melissa tired of him, also.
She ordered her father to have the handsome young gardener with the lust for female ass meat fired.
Blake Millicent-Forbes did as his daughter wished.
He only wanted the best for his little girl.
One day he called Melissa into his library.
"Yes, Daddy dearest?" Melissa breathed as she entered the dimly lit room. "That horrible old hag Harrison told me you wanted to see me."
"That's correct, dear."
"You know, I think that ugly old man has been with us for too long. He really is quite tiring. I do wish you would let him go back to England. Perhaps he can raise whippets and live a boring little life eating crumpets and tea...."
"Well, Melissa, dear," Blake Millicent-Forbes said. "That's one of the reasons I asked you to see me this evening."
"Really?! " Melissa said. "To fire Harrison, you mean?"
"Well, I'll fire him if you really want. But that's not exactly what I meant."
Melissa sat down on her father's desk.
She had become quite a raving beauty.
In fact, she got better looking with each passing year.
The passage of time had not destroyed any of Melissa's nubile youthfulness.
It had not made her any less horny, either.
She hiked the skirt she was wearing over her knees.
Blake Millicent-Forbes' eyebrows rose. He stared at his daughter's flawless legs. Melissa leaned forward.
She was wearing a rather daringly low-cut blouse.
Her voluptuous cleavage was momentarily exposed.
Those fine tits looked mighty tempting!
The millionaire licked his lips.
"What did you want to talk to me about, Daddy?? " the girl asked, fluttering her long eyelashes.
Blake felt his cock twinge painfully under his pin-striped suit.
He was ashamed of himself.
The man had never had indecent thoughts about his daughter.
But at that moment she looked pretty damn sexy.
Hell, Blake thought to himself, I have the best damn looking kid around!
Melissa pouted her lips sensuously.
The lips were full.
Wet.
Half-parted. Dying for a kiss. Painted blood red.
Glistening with the spittle off her tongue. Quivering.
Hungering for a thick, pulsating shaft to be shoved between them.
Hungering for ... daddy's dick!!
Melissa stared at her father.
Blake stared at his daughter.
"What did you want to see me about then, Daddy?" she inquired.
The young girl's pussy was getting soaked.
Her love juices seemed to flow more than they ever had before.
"I-I...."
"Come, Daddy!" Melissa sighed. "I really have things to do! Please make this rather brief."
"Well...."
"Come on, Daddy. What is it?" Melissa's long fingernails stroked her father's chin.
Blake Millicent-Forbes stirred in his big leather chair.
He grunted.
The handsome older man had never been so turned on in his life before!
There had been an electricity in that touch that stimulated him.
That made his cock pump full of blood.
That was turning him hot.
Horny.
Filling him with fuck-starved lust. Fuck-hungry passion. Passion for his nubile daughter's body! "I-I wanted to discuss the situation with the servants."
"What about them?"
"Well, Melissa, you seem to want to fire them at very frequent intervals!"
"But they are awful!" the girl exclaimed. "Absolutely horrid! And we can only have the best help at our disposal!"
"But, Melissa, dear...."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"I've been hearing some rather troubling rumors...."
"Rumors? About the servants?" Melissa's skimpy skirt crept slowly up her thighs. Blake gulped.
He wiped a droplet of sweat from his forehead. "Well, in a manner of speaking, yes."
"What do you mean in a manner of speaking?"
"Well, they weren't about the servants per se." Melissa sighed in exasperation. "I do wish you would get to the point, Daddy my love."
"Okay. Let me put it to you succinctly."
"Finally!"
"Are you fucking each and every one of the servants we hire."
"DADDY!"
Melissa stared at her father in mock horror. A sly grin spread across her lips. "I wouldn't touch ugly old Harrison with a ten foot pole!"
"Obviously not Harrison. But what about that black chauffeur you had. Bojangles, I think his name was."
"Yes, that was he."
"Did you fuck him?"
"Occasionally...."
"How often was that?"
"About five or six times a week."
"And Chuckie?"
"Up the ass. Three times a week."
"Bernard?"
"Mmmmm ... l guess about two times. And Edna-Louise a few times when I felt like it."
"And how about me...."
"WHAT?!! "
Melissa's love juices flowed.
Her panties were getting soaked. Her dress crept up her thighs a few more inches. She bent her young form closer to her father. Blake was trembling. "Do you want to have sex with me."
"Well...."
Melissa stared at her father. He exuded an air of sophistication. Of virility. Of experience. "Melissa, dear, do you want your father to fuck you?"
How could the sex-starved nymphette ever turn down such an offer?
"Let's go, Daddy!" she squealed with delight, clapping her tiny hands together in glee.
Blake could not control himself any longer.
The cultured business sophisticate lunged for his daughter's body.
He pulled Melissa's enraptured form across the polished oak desk.
Melissa landed with a plop on her father's lap.
She tittered when she felt his throbbing shaft.
Blake Millicent-Forbes certainly was well hung!
And at that moment his big, fat shaft was more excited than it had been in quite a while!
Melissa wasted no time.
She shoved her tongue down Daddy's throat.
Blake grunted with rapture.
He eagerly gobbled down his daughter's plunging tongue.
His thick, gnarled fingers ran across her creamy thighs.
Melissa giggled with horny heat. Her father groped excitedly at her voluptuous breasts.
He dug his fingers into the youthful mounds. Melissa's tongue continued to invade her father's throat.
Blake gasped.
His fingers pulled at Melissa's blouse.
He stripped it from her body.
"Melissa!" he moaned as the girl's tongue slipped from his mouth. "You're not wearing any bra!"
Blake swept his powerful arm across the desk. The pens, pencils, paper and books that lie on the shiny surface clattered to the plush carpet below.
Blake lifted his daughter from the desk.
He sat her on the edge.
His trembling hands ran up her thighs.
He bent down and sucked Melissa's firm tits.
The nipples were erect.
Hard.
Pink.
Pointy.
Fleshy.
And delicious!
His tongue swept across her creamy mounds. His fingers crept underneath Melissa's skirt. The shuddering digits groped hungrily. "And you're not wearing any panties!" he gasped. "Yes I am, silly!" Melissa laughed. "B-but I can feel your ... your...."
"Ooooohhh! My cunt, right."
"Right."
"That's because they have a hole in the . ... AAAR-RRGGHHHM"
Melissa writhed with delight as her father shoved his fingers between her pussy lips.
They dug around.
They wiggled.
They sent spasms of fuck-hungry lust coursing through the girl's limbs.
"Finally!" the man gasped. "I get a piece of the cunt that every servant we've ever had...."
"Except Harrison...."
"Except Harrison ... had had."
"You'll love it, Daddy. I just know you will," Melissa said. "Everybody else does!"
Melissa lay back on the desk.
He blonde locks draped across the cold surface.
Rapture lit up her perky blue eyes.
Her father reached for the zipper of his suit pants.
He thrust open his fly.
Melissa's eyes grew.
"Daddy! You're even bigger than Bojangles was!" she exclaimed with glee.
"Damn right," the man growled. "I don't know why you just didn't come to me in the first place, Melissa. Nobody loves you better than your daddy does!"
Blake Millicent-Forbes's cock swung proudly in the air.
It throbbed. It ached.
Melissa couldn't wait to be impaled on the end of her father's solid shaft of fuck meat. The veins bulged. The balls swayed.
Blake aimed his cock at his daughter's wet, dripping and thoroughly experienced glory hole. "FUCK ME NOW, DADDY!! I WANT YOUR BIG COCK UP MY PUSSY!! I WANT YOU TO TAKE ME!! FUCK ME RIGHT NOW!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEE!! " Melissa begged, tears welling in her eyes.
