Mona wrapped her lean, naked, brown body in a huge bath towel as she stepped out of the tub. She shivered as her wet, bare feet touched the tiled floor of the lavishly decorated bathroom.
She peered at her beautiful, black skinned features in the mirror and smiled to herself.
"Damn, I'm really looking good tonight," she thought. "If Styles is suspicious, I'm sure as hell ready to take his mind off it tonight."
She slowly pulled the towel off her black nudity.
"Yeah, I'm hot and ready," she thought. She cupped her hands under her large, round breasts and pointed her long black nipples at her image in the gold framed mirror.
"Come and get it, baby," she thought lustingly. "Just you come with that big, delicious prick of yours and ram it in."
She pressed her thighs together tightly. The thought of the naked body of her pimp sent a sharp pang of lust through her wet, naked form.
Her nipples grew long and hard as she rubbed the soft towel over her firm, round, chocolate colored buttocks. She felt the pink meat of her cunt lips swell, and begin to moisten. She tossed the towel aside and drew a silk robe over her naked body.
She stepped out of the bathroom and walked across the plushly-carpeted living room to her bedroom in the massive suite that Styles made his home and office.
She was lost in her thoughts when she entered the large, expensively decorated bedroom and didn't see Styles sitting on her massive bed. Standing in front of a large, full length mirror, she opened the front of the robe and studied her body with a proud eye.
"Hello, baby."
The smooth, soft voice startled her out of her sexual thoughts.
"Damn! You must move like a cat," she said, turning her head sharply around and seeing the pimp sitting on her bed.
Styles stared deep into her dark brown eyes. "Bet the bitch think's she's going to get clean away with it," he thought.
He stepped slowly away from the bed and stood behind Mona. She thrust her shoulders back as he reached around her lean, supple body and untied the string holding her robe closed.
"Oh Styles, honey," she murmured as he pressed his smooth hands into her naked flesh.
"There is something I want to talk to you about," he began, his voice tone controlled, even.
A chill feeling of fear ran through Mona. "My God," she thought, beginning to tremble. "He knows!"
That cold, cruel look in the pimp's eyes could mean only one thing.
CHAPTER ONE
Mona woke up slowly, stretching out her lean, supple, chocolate skinned arms. She lifted her head off the satin-covered pillow and craned her neck to glance at the clock sitting over the headboard of her large double bed.
"Damn," she thought, "I'm sure as hell getting to be an early riser! Only one o' clock, and I'm awake and ready to go."
She gripped the hem of the satin sheet and tossed it off her nightgown covered form. She stretched out her long, sensuous limbs, sliding her hands under her buttocks and raising her legs high off the surface of the bed.
The simple exercise sent the blood racing fast through her sexy, chocolate colored body. She swung her legs around, then jumped off the bed.
"I feel good today," she thought, stretching out her lean, graceful arms. The short nightgown she was wearing rode up over her pelt of wiry curls of pussy hairs. She dropped her arms and the nightgown slipped down, covering only a tiny portion of her sexy, brown thighs.
"Time to get to work," she thought with a laugh. She stepped out of the bedroom and walked into the plushly-carpeted living room. She stood silently in the center of the lavishly decorated room, gazing around and listening for the usual sounds of an afternoon at Style's residence.
"Looks like there's nobody here but me," she thought with a satisfied smile. The other girls in Style's stable had their regular hours when they could go out and shop. But Mona, as Style's woman, had as much freedom as a suburban housewife. She could almost come and go when she wanted, except for the times Styles had her trick for a special, meaning very wealthy, client. Work for her meant keeping her sensuous, man-killing beauty intact.
She stepped over to a night table and pulled open the gold-handled top drawer. A small, ivory-inlayed box lay on the bottom of the drawer. Mona opened the box and pulled out a marijuana cigarette.
"Oh, this is going to be a good day," she thought, sniffing the neatlywrapped joint. Her nose told her that the quality was up to the usual standards Styles set for his drugs. She stuck the joint in between her lush, thick, red lips and lit up, taking a slow, deep drag.
Holding the joint in her brown-skinned hand, she stepped into the almost ridiculously lavish bathroom. She dragged twice more on the joint. Feeling the marijuana creep into her body, she carefully .extinguished the joint and laid it out on top of the gilt-edged medicine chest. She pulled aside the glass door in front of the massive bathtub Styles had had installed and stepped down into the clean, white surface of the tub.
"Ooops," she thought with a laugh. The marijuana was affecting her strongly. She pulled off the nightgown and stepped back out of the tub, hanging the short, transparent garment carefully on a nearby towel rack.
"Styles would sure be upset if I ruined his favorite undie," she thought with a giggle.
Naked, she stepped back into the tub and turned on the ornately-handled faucets. The water came roaring into the tub, making small, white-foamed whirlpools around her bare feet. She sat down, pressing her brown, bare ass to the smooth, enameled surface as the water slowly began to rise.
She bent over and clutched at a plastic bottle filled with imported bubble bath soap, squirting a liberal amount of the pink-colored liquid into the several inches of water covering the bottom of the tub.
Soon the tub was filled with the bubble-covered water. Only her beautiful face and shoulders were visible above the bubbly foam rising pinkly around her. She leaned back, propping herself up on her forearms, bending her head upwards to keep her face above the surface of the bathwater.
Slowly and sensuously, she rubbed her naked, chocolate brown flesh with lazy fingers. Her nipples grew long and hard, the two black points sticking straight out from her brown breasts. She clamped her hands over her breasts, and rubbed the nipples hard between her thumbs and forefingers. She ground her buttocks into the wet, slippery bottom of the tub, a sharp pang of passion shooting through her black-haired cunt.
"Too bad nobody's around," she thought, her lusts rising steadily. If she felt horny and Styles wasn't able to accommodate her, any of the girls would jump into bed with her immediately.
She slid her hands slowly down the lean, hard plane of her stomach, then pushed her fingers roughly into the wiry, black curls of hair covering her beautiful pussy.
"Melody!" she thought, an image of the young whore's naked body flashing through her lusting mind. Her fingers slid down to the pink meat of her cunt lips, then into her wet, soapy cunthole. Her lusts were boiling up in her now, and she could almost taste the girl's pussy meat.
"And, oh, you, Styles!" she thought, jerking her passionate fingers rapidly in and out of her quivering snatch. The thought of his thick, eleven-inch erection made lust explode like a skyrocket in her brain.
Bathwater splashed up over her face. She sat up quickly, shaking her head from side to side and coughing the water out of her mouth.
"Better watch what I'm doing-be a shame to blow all this by drowning in the bathtub!"
She relaxed in the bath for perhaps half an hour. She rose, water dripping down her sleek nudity, and stepped out of the tub. She picked up the joint she had placed on top of the medicine cabinet and re-lit it, then reached for a large towel.
"God, have I got the hots today," she thought. Her body tingled at the feel of the towel rubbing against her naked flesh. She dried herself thoroughly, then reached for the nightgown. She sniffed carefully around the hem of the garment's armholes. She detected the tiniest trace of sweat, and tossed the garment into a hamper.
"Ah-ah," she thought, "Clean is the rule!"
She walked out of the bathroom completely naked and stepped back into her bedroom, the joint dangling loosely from her full, red lips. She selected a silk, oriental-looking robe from her very extensive wardrobe and draped the cool, slippery garment over her naked back. She walked back into the living room, the robe open and exposing her naked cunt. She sat back on the luxurious couch, stretched out her lean, naked limbs and pressed her shoulder blades into the luxurious backrest of the skin-covered couch.
"Wonder what Styles has planned for me tonight," she thought. The heavy euphoria the marijuana brought her faded a little as she thought of the work ahead. Although Styles sometimes had the girls work the streets, he usually tried to arrange their tricks over the phone. He could never get over his dirt-poor, ghetto background. And in spite of his often-stated hatred for what he called the 'white man's world', he tried to emulate the wealthy in every possible way.
Mona was his prized acquisition. She had come from a relatively respectable, upper-middle class background. Her education and manner of speech contrasted sharply with those of the other girls in his stable. A combination of the beauty of a professional model and a quick sexual intelligence made her the perfect whore.
She heard a soft click and quickly pulled the robe so that her body was covered. She sat straight up on the couch, in a model's posture. Styles was fussy about the way the girls looked around the 'house'. He was afraid that a half-naked woman sitting in his living room would blow his urbane, sophisticated image if he should come home with a 'special guest'.
"Well, hi, baby," a soft, smooth voice called out. Mona turned her head around slowly and saw Styles walk into the room.
"Hello, lover," she cooed back, stretching out her long, lean limbs. Styles was alone. She slid her buttocks up the fur-covered surface of the couch, letting the hem of the silk robe she wore ride up and expose her lean, black thighs.
"How's my best girl," Styles said, his voice a sexual purr.
"How's my man," she replied, staring at his angular, light-brown face with seductive eyes.
"Had a rough day," said Styles, sitting down next to her on the couch.
"Oh, baby," said Mona, stroking the back of his neck with gentle fingers. "What's wrong?"
"Just business stuff, honey," said Styles. Mona knew what he meant. Another pimp was working the areas he regarded as his own personal territory, cutting sharply into the nightly take the girls would bring him. She used her education to help him with some of the dull, routine tasks of maintaining his 'business'; but competition was something that Styles and the heavies he sometimes employed had nothing to do with her.
"Well, just you tell Mona all about it," she cooed, sliding sideways so that her bare thigh was pressed tightly against the fabric of his expensive slacks. The movement made the hem of her robe part, exposing her pelt of wiry black pussy hairs.
Styles glanced down at her exposed cunt, saw that the lips had swollen. He stared into her dark-brown eyes and saw her boiling lusts.
"Baby needs a little servicing," he thought, his lusts rising automatically He stood up and stepped away from the couch. Mona stared at him with lust as he pulled off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the couch. She saw a huge bulge appearing in the fabric of his slacks.
Styles stepped back to the couch and stood directly in front of her. She slid down to the floor. Kneeling, she reached up and unbuckled his belt. Styles reached his lean, hardened arms down and softly stroked the short black hairs covering her beautiful head.
"Got something really special," he murmured, as she unbuttoned the tops of his slacks and gently unzipped his fly.
"Tell me about it in a minute, daddy," she cooed, pulling the pants down his firm, black legs.
The bulge appeared unbelievably massive under the fabric of the pimp's silk underpants. She slid her slender, brown fingers under the waistband of his undergarment, then drew the fine fabric down his legs.
His prick sprang free, fully erect. Mona bent forward, wrapping her arms around his bare waist. She slid her fingers into the firm, black skin of his buttocks, then bent her face towards his naked crotch.
Mona opened her mouth wide and pressed her lips gently over the swollen head of the pimp's erect dick. He cooed softly, bending and gripping her silk-covered shoulders.
Mona toyed with his prick, squeezing down on the cock head with her lips then quickly releasing the pressure on his hard, male meat.
The penis quivered. Styles thrust his hips forward, and slid his cock deep into Mona's mouth.
Mona strained the corners of her mouth as she opened up wide enough to let the thick shaft of the penis slide home. Styles dug his fingers hard into the chocolate-brown skin of her graceful shoulders as she slid her mouth over the thick, hardened shaft of his cock.
She reached up under his crotch and cupped his tightened scrotal sac in the pink skin of her hot, horny palm. She rubbed her thumb over the tight, wrinkled male skin, tracing the egg-shaped outlines of his testicles with her thumb.
She pressed her lips tightly over the thick, hard, quivering shaft of the pimp's prick, and slid the wetted male member in and out of the hot, horny wetness between her perfect white teeth. Styles started rocking back and forth slowly, murmuring with more passion than he actually felt. His sexual prowess was one of the means by which he ruled the women in his stable. No matter where, or when, he had to be ready to engage them in sexual contact.
"Hope I didn't snort so much, I can't come," he thought. He pulled his hands away from Mona's shoulders and began unbuttoning his frilled, white shirt. Mona pulled a hand away from his ass and took the shirt from him as he pulled it off his muscled torso. She placed the garment to one side, and rammed the soft, meaty tip of her tongue to the sensitive underside of his penis head.
Styles began to slowly pump his prick back and forth in her well trained mouth.
"That's it, baby," he purred.
"Shit, I've got plenty of juice in me today," he thought, feeling the semen rush to the base of the shaft of his prick. He stiffened as Mona began sucking hard on his taut, male skin.
Mona clasped her hands back onto his buttocks and pulled the cheeks of his ass wide apart. She slid her fingers down the lining of wiry hairs covering Styles' asscrack, then rammed a finger into the tender, sensitive flesh of his anus.
"Oh, you're good, you're number one," Styles whispered passionately. His sexual cry drove Mona's passion up into a frenzy. She pressed her teeth into the hard shaft of his big, black prick, ramming the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in the head of his penis.
Styles worked his hips around slowly, in a circular motion. Mona jerked her tongue away from the head of his cock and dragged her tongue along the underside of his prick.
"Man must have some coke with him," she thought. "Sure as hell should have come in my mouth by this time."
Then she felt the penis begin to jerk violently. The swollen cock head rammed against the roof of her mouth.
"Oh, yeah," she thought lustily, as gobs of hot come splashed into the wetness of her mouth. She gulped hard, sucking the semen down her throat as she continued to massage the pimp's ejaculating male member with her lips. Feeling the last of the contractions subside, she jerked her face away from Styles' crotch. His prick was still fully erect. She leaned back against the back rest of the couch, raising her head as his semen slid down her throat.
"My favorite food in the whole world," she said softly, staring up at his handsome, light-brown angular face.
"And my favorite woman," he replied with a gentle smile, reaching out a long, lean arm to her. She took his hand and he softly raised her up off the couch.
"Honey," he said, "I need a bath in the worst way. But I'm tired. Could you-"
"I'll wash you, baby," she interrupted. "You just go on in there and wait for me."
Styles walked to the bathroom, half naked, his huge, erect prick swinging from side to side. The pink head was white with gobs of semen, the shaft glistening with Mona's saliva. She picked up and carefully folded his discarded clothing, laying the garments down on the couch.
Styles had already removed his shirt when she walked in. She stood silently in the doorway, contemplating his nude, muscled, light-brown body.
"I don't know if I love him or not," she thought, "But he's the only man I've been with in years that can get me off!"
Styles stepped to the tub. Mona knew her lines perfectly. "No, you don't," she said coyly. "I'll run the bath for you just sit down and relax."
She pulled the robe off her shoulders as she stepped towards the tub she had just bathed in. Styles leaned against the tiled bathroom wall, watching her naked ass cheeks spread apart as she bent over the faucets of the huge tub.
"Still don't know how I got her and broke her," he thought. "But damn, she's the one I can pass off as my wife!"
"Do you want a bubble bath," she cooed, blinking at him with her long eyelashes.
"No, honey," said Styles, a tone of mock aggravation in his voice. "You know that stuff is for you girls. I'm a soap man, myself."
"You're too damn good to us, Styles," she said. She used the word 'us' deliberately, and tensed as she waited for the expected reply. The reply came.
"Them, honey," said Styles, crouching down next to the tub and caressing Mona's naked back. "It's you and me-that's us. They are them."
Mona relaxed, and stepped away from the ornate faucets. That was the right answer-her position in the stable was as secure as ever.
"Going to marry that," she thought with grim determination. "Then it'll be all luxury and no streets."
Mona stepped out of the half-filled tub. Styles stepped into the steaming-hot water, and leaned his powerful back against a smooth, wet bathtub wall. Mona picked up a bar of soap and spread swirls of white foam across his light-brown skin.
"MMM, honey," said Styles, jerking his shoulders at the touch of her soft fingers, "You have the greatest touch!"
Styles lay back, propping himself up on his forearms. His head, shoulders and half his torso rose above the surface of the water. The lower portion of his body was completely submerged.
Moan stepped into the tub. Styles spread his legs apart, the head of his massive cock sticking up over the surface of the bathwater. He spread his legs apart. Mona knelt between his outspread legs and began rubbing the soap into his muscled chest.
Styles reached up two beefy, light-skinned hands and began caressing her naked, graceful sides. Mona lifted her head and sighed loudly at the sensual touch of the pimp's powerful fingers. She worked down his torso with the soap, then plunged her hands beneath the surface of the bathwater. She spread the soap over his submerged stomach, then drew her fingers slowly and temptingly across the surface of his brown, hard-skinned thighs.
Styles sat up sharply and pressed the wet palms of his horny hands into the soft, supple, chocolate colored skin of Mona's back. She inhaled sharply, then reached behind her, placing the bar of soap on the edge of the tub.
"You've got the greatest hands in the whole world," she murmured, twisting herself around at his passionate touch.
"Yeah," thought Styles, staring at her hard, long, black nipples, "I'm in for some of that today." Her blowjob had driven his lusts up much higher than he usually felt them to be.
He slid his hands around to her torso, and rubbed the wet tips of his fingers against the smooth, round skin of her chocolate-colored boobs. She ran her soapy, wet hands along the insides of his thighs, then up into his groin. Her fingers strayed to, but did not touch, his thick, hard prick.
The teasing motion made him pant slightly. She circled the thick, quivering shaft of his immersed penis between her thumb and forefinger, and squeezed gently. Styles moaned loudly, his passion real. He pinched her long, hardened, black nipples, jerking the perfect tits in a circular motion around her light-brown aureole.
"Come here, baby," he murmured, dropping his hands from her wet, bare tits. Mona stood up and planted her feet on either side of his lean, muscular thighs. He clamped his hands tightly around her waist and pulled her naked crotch down onto the thick hardened shaft of his cock.
Mona bent forward and pressed the slender fingers of her brown hands into the firm flesh of Styles' shoulders. He jerked his buttocks upwards, and inserted the swollen head of his cock into her throbbing, juicing cunthole.
Mona gasped and thrust downwards, burying the pimp's prick to the root in her black-haired cunt. She slid her arms down his muscled back and leaned into him, her nipples digging into the light-brown skin of his chest.
Styles felt the first rush of pleasure as his cock slid home. Mona closed her eyes. Styles cast a careful eye over the undersides of her bare arms, looking for the slightest trace of needle marks. The skin was perfectly smooth, and obviously unbroken.
"No," he thought, "Not her. Smart enough to take Angie bitch's cunt, but not her dope."
He felt a bit ridiculous at even suspecting her of turning to junk. He wrapped his arms around her naked, wet, chocolate skinned back and began to pump his penis in and out of her black-haired, well practiced twat.
Mona jerked her buttocks up and down, the firm rounded mounds of brown flesh bobbing in and out from the soapy bathwater.
Styles seized her breasts, the long, black nipples crushing into his palms.
"Oh, daddy, oh, honey," Mona cried, her passionate shout resounding off the tiled walls of the lavish bathroom. Styles felt the walls of her cunt begin to contract and suck at his invading member. He felt the chocolate-brown body he was clutching begin to shudder violently, causing wide ripples in the greyish surface of the soapy bathwater. Then Mona let out a piercing shriek, and literally leaped away from his crotch.
"I'm sorry to pull away from you like that," she said, gasping,"But you're just too much for me"
Her whole body was rocked with the force of the orgasm he had casually given her.
"Damn," she thought, struggling to regain her breath,"! don't know what, but he's it!"
She could not recall anything like the orgiastic fury Styles' prick caused in her every time he rammed the massive member into her black pussy.
"Be with you in a minute, dear," said Styles as Mona stepped out of the tub. He climbed out as she was drying herself off. Mona jerked the towel away from her black nudity and began rubbing the terry cloth surface over his muscled frame.
She worked her hands as if she was giving him a massage, pressing the terry cloth material tightly against the muscled skin of his back.
"Mona, you are a tonic!" he called out, the accent he had so carefully eliminated from his voice springing unexpectedly into his words.
Mona decided his mood was light enough for her to chide him a bit.
"Just like yo' grandmama would tell us young 'uns, raht," she said, her tone a comic exaggeration of a rural black dialect.
"Don't talk like such a nigger, woman," said Styles, a tone of put-on irritation in his smooth voice.
Naked, they stepped out of the bathroom. "Care to come into my room," said Mona, her voice a soft, seductive purr.
"Was just heading that way," said Styles, curling his arm around her bare waist. They went quickly into Mona's well decorated bedroom, the best kept of all the girl's rooms in the massive suite.
They glanced out an open window into the , ghetto streets below. Both had the same thought.
"Honey," said Styles slowly, gazing down into the littered streets. "That's where I'd be right now, if it wasn't for you girls."
"I know, Styles honey," she said. She was about to add that she would be working somewhere as a minor paper pusher, but remembered that Styles didn't like her to refer to the contrast in their backgrounds.
"And you do it all for us," she said instead.
"Hey, I almost forgot what I got for you and me," Styles said sharply. He dashed out of the bedroom. Mona lay down on her bed, writhing in anticipation of being rammed by his big prick again.
Styles walked in a few minutes later, clutching a small glass jar.
"Got your mirror, honey," he said, gazing around the room.
"Just sit back and get comfortable-I do that stuff," said Mona sweetly. She jumped off the bed and rummaged through the top drawer of the antique dresser Styles had bought for her when she first started working for him. She found a small, round mirror and ran back to the bed. Styles sat up on the edge of the bed as she placed the mirror down carefully next to him.
"Now, this is for you and me, only," said Styles, gingerly unscrewing the cap of the jar. He put a heavy emphasis on the word, 'only.'
"Wow" Mona gazed with hungry eyes at the white, fish scales of cocaine he poured out onto the shiny surface.
"Wait," she said, silently cursing herself for forgetting, "I'll get you a razor."
She fished a wrapped, single edge razor blade out of the dresser drawer and pressed it into the palm of Styles' hand.
"She's trained perfectly," he thought proudly to himself. He carefully divided the powder into four long lines.
"Here, honey," he said, extending the mirror to Mona.
She knew her part in this particular act almost as well as she knew how to turn the pimp on.
"No, you got to go first," she said, pleadingly. "You always go first"
Styles fished around in his pocket and pulled out a small box. He opened the box quickly and yanked out a thin, silver tube.
"Got to fuel up," he thought, noticing that his prick was now only half erect. He sucked two of the lines of cocaine through the tube into his nostrils.
He leaned his head back, letting the cocaine run down his throat. "Not so good, but it makes it," he grunted. The drug was exploding madly in his brain. Mona suddenly looked more attractive than ever.
She took the mirror from him and rapidly snorted the remaining two lines. Her passions rose up as the drug slid down her throat, the burning sensation in her nose flaming her lusts still further.
Styles got up and placed the mirror and tube carefully on top of Mona's dresser. She pressed her shoulder blades into the soft, satin sheets, raising her knees and spreading her thighs wide apart.
Styles stood silently for a moment, staring down at her pink cuntmeat. He knelt down on the bed and thrust his head and shoulders between her upraised, outspread thighs.
Mona raised her feet off the surface of the bed and lifted her legs high into the air. Styles plunged his face into the fleshy vee formed by her bare, chocolate brown thighs and pressed his lips to her exposed cuntmeat.
"Oh, Styles!" Mona gasped, the touch of his sensuous lips to her cunt driving her passions up into a frenzy.
He sucked the hot, juicing cuntflesh into his mouth. He shot his hands forward, seizing her large, round breasts with impassioned, cocaine-fired fingers.
Mona writhed and ground her bare twat against his black face. He poked his tongue into her cunthole, pinching her long black nipples tightly. Mona raised her head and shoulders up off the surface of the mattress and dug her fingers into the brown skin of Styles' back.
He pressed the hot, wet meat of his thick tongue against the quivering walls of her yearning vagina. He slid his hands under her bare buttocks, pulling the cheeks of her ass wide apart.
Mona rocked back. He shot his tongue out of her cunthole as she grasped her ankles, bending her nude brown body into a bow as Styles pressed his lips to the folds of wrinkled skin just below her pelt of wiry black pubic hairs.
His tongue found the tiny flap of skin over her clit almost as if it knew the way with out Styles' direction. He reached up and rammed two fingers into her pussy-hole, pressing his fingertips against her throbbing, juicing cuntwalls. He pressed his lips tightly over her little love bud, sliding his fingers in and out of the sexual hotness of her pussy. He reached his other hand up and rammed a finger hard into the tender flesh of her anus.
"Oh, ow, it's good," Mona grunted, spreading her arms out wide from either side of her naked, chocolate brown form and shrieking with passion. Styles felt the walls of her cunt begin to suck at his lips, felt her cunt meat and ass-hole tighten around his probing fingers.
"STYLES!" she let out a low wail of animal passion as she climaxed, spewing cunt juice out onto his lips and chin. Styles jerked his fingers out of her cunt and ass, and pulled himself away from her violently throbbing crotch.
He sat up at the edge of the bed as Mona lay gasping, her breath coming in deep heaves.
"You do it, and do it, and do it," she gasped, her breasts bouncing around on the naked skin of her brown torso. "You are my man!"
"And you are my woman, baby," said Styles softly. "Want to smoke a little something before we continue here?"
"Sure, daddy," said Mona, her eyes glazed with cocaine and satisfied lust. He had brought her to orgasm twice in less than an hour. And she was ready for more.
Styles stepped out of the room again and Mona lay back on the luxurious sheets, her body quivering with anticipation of again feeling his cock buried deep in her body.
Styles walked back in, carrying a small square of aluminum foil.
"Oh, baby," Mona shrieked, "You got us some hash."
"That's what it is," said Styles with a broad grin. His penis was fully erect again, and quivering as it hung from his muscled, brown-skinned crotch. He held a small, alabaster stone pipe in his other hand.
"I'll do the honors," he said softly. He crumbled a piece of the jet black hashish into the smooth, white bowl of the pipe and lit up, taking a deep drag of the sweet tasting smoke. Mona gurgled as he handed her the pipe. She held the pipe with one hand, and stroked his erect cock with the other.
"Do you like birthdays," said Styles with a soft smile, the smoke pouring out of his nostrils.
"Sure!" said Mona, wondering why he'd asked. Her birthday had come and gone a month before, with the lavish party a natural part of the event.
"Well, tonight you're going to be a birthday present," said Styles, his smile growing even broader.
"Am I going to be all wrapped up? Do I jump out of a cake?"
"Come on, girl, that's not for such high class niggers as ourselves." Styles toked silently on the small pipe, watching for any sign of unwillingness on Mona's part.
"So what am I going to do," said Mona. Styles puffed silently on the pipe, then handed it back to her.
"You mean I'm just going to be given to someone for the night?" Clouds of thick, white smoke poured out of her mouth as she spoke.
"You've got the right idea," thought Styles to himself. He found it better to let the woman describe the assignment; any complaints he could answer by saying that it was her idea.
"No, not the whole night," he said, leaning back on the bed and propping himself up on his forearms.
"You mean just for an hour or so?" Mona found herself growing excited at the prospect of the strange job.
"An hour exactly," said Styles, emphasizing the word, 'exactly'. Mona made a mental note.
"Got to bring my watch," she thought. "Don't want the meter to run overtime." When Styles said an hour, no matter how casually, he meant exactly that.
CHAPTER TWO
"What's the deal," said Mona. She took the almost empty pipe from Styles, held a match to the bowl and dragged vigorously.
"Here, honey, I'll take care of it," said Styles, taking the pipe from her slender, brown hand. He stuffed hashish into the bowl again, lit up and passed the pipe to Mona.
"Better let her get really high before going into details," he thought. They smoked silently for a short while. "She's ready now," thought Styles, seeing the glaze in Mona's dark-brown eyes.
"A couple of my more highly placed clients," Styles began. Mona turned her face away from him to hide a silly smile. Styles always referred to the Johns as 'clients'. She always felt like laughing all over herself when he used the term, but suppressed her laughter, knowing that Styles would be offended.
"You can take the ghetto out of the pimp, but you can't take the pimp out of the ghetto," she thought.
"A friend of Mr. MastersI believe you've met him, haven't you?"
"Yes, I know . the man," said Mona. This time, she didn't have to hide her grin. "Poor man's got a bit of a problem-remember the-"
"I sure as hell do," Styles interrupted with a chuckle. "What did you say he wanted you to do?"
"Wanted me to tie him up and spank him, for being bad," said Mona with a laugh.
"You nasty bitch, you did just that," said Styles with an evil grin.
"Well, at least I didn't wear out the meat," chuckled Mona, gesturing to her naked cunt.
"Well," Styles continued, his tone business-like. "This one is going to be sort of surprise for the other man. His name is Gold-Frederick Gold,-likes to be called Fred."
Mona made another mental note. "Doesn't know he's going to get some, huh," she asked with a sly grin.
"That's the tough part," Styles continued. "He was described to me as a very straight, you know, conservative dude-you'll really have to do a job to get him to get what his friends paid for."
Mona frowned. She was quite used to the usual tricks, forty-five minutes to an hour's worth of the usual sucking and fucking. The men knew what they wanted to do. and made no bones about it. But a man who had to be seduced was a different matter.
"Now let me get this straight." she said, somewhat uncertainly. "I'm supposed to turn him on and deliver the goods all in one hour, right?"
"Fraid so," said Styles. He didn't like the uncertain way in which Mona was questioning him about the night's assignment. But he knew which button to push.
"Listen honey, I'll level with you. I didn't want to take on this job at all. I mean, at all. I know what a bitch it can be for you girls to have to deal with someone who doesn't want any. But I'm stuck."
"What do you mean stuck," said Mona, puzzled.
"Got her." thought Styles, a feeling of grim satisfaction rising up in him. Mona's education and intelligence made her more difficult to deal with than the other girls in the stable. But she could be manipulated.
"We do a whole, regular business with Masters and the rest of that crowd," Styles continued. He forced himself to sound sad and worried.
"Jesus, he's really in a bind now," thought Mona.
"Anyway, if I can't produce, they'll go right over to the new boy in town."
That would mean a considerable loss of income for the stable. Mona looked around at her luxurious surroundings and shivered at the thought of losing it, after all she'd gone through to get here.
"You think I can handle it," she said softly.
"Baby, you're the only woman I've got who's even, got a prayer in a deal like this." Styles looked down at the floor as he spoke. "But if you don't pull it off, don't worry about it-I'll admit it myself, this one's almost impossible."
The challenge sent a feeling of grim determination flooding through Mona's body.
"I'll take care of it for you," she said quietly.
"I know you will," said Styles gently. Mona rolled over and lay on her stomach. Her large, round breasts pressed into the blue satin of the sweat and cum stained bedsheets.
Styles knelt beside her and softly caressed the supple, chocolate brown skin of the graceful curves of her beautiful back. Mona purred softly, rubbing her naked cunt into the sheet. She spread her legs apart.
Styles knelt between her legs, his stiff penis brushing its swollen head against the firm, brown skin of her rounded buttocks as the large member hung from the pimp's crotch.
He slid his hands under her stomach and raised her up. Mona hunched over the bed on all fours, her breasts swinging from her brown-skinned torso. Styles reached over and cupped her breasts in his light-skinned, sweated palms. The long, black nipples hardened at his touch and pressed their sweat-beaded tips into his hands. He reached for the flash of pink cunt meat hanging down from under her naked ass, shoving two fingers into her throbbing, juicing cunthole.
"Oh give it to me, give it here," grunted Mona passionately. Styles seized the thick shaft of his massive, eleven inch erection and inserted the swollen head into her cunt hole. Mona thrust backwards, burying the pimp's prick to the root in her yearning cunt.
Style's pubic hairs scratched against the smooth, supple skin of Mona's ass cheeks. He bent over her crouched form, crushing her breasts against the smooth, perfect, brown skin other torso and began to work his penis around in her cunt in a slow, circular motion.
He jerked his hands away from her breasts and ran his fingers over the skin of Mona's back. He slid his hands down the sweat-covered ebony flesh, and planted his hands firmly onto Mona's buttocks. He kneaded the chocolate brown rounds of ass flesh with passionate fingers. Mona ground her ass against his cock, his penis crushing its swollen head against the rear wall of her penetrated ass. Styles pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and pressed his thumb over the pink, tender flesh of her sensitive ass-hole.
"Oh, do it all," shouted Mona, her voice a shrill wail of passion. Styles jerked his hands away from her ass and slid his sweaty, thick palms under her stomach.
He moved his hands in wide circles around the Hat plain of Mona's stomach, then clutched at her wiry pelt of black pussy hairs. Moaned purred as his fingers dug for the pink flesh of her cunt. He began to pump his penis in and out of her cunthole, his fingers groping for the hot, pink meat in which her tiny clit was hidden.
"There, there," Mona gasped, as Styles poked at the protective flap of skin covering her clit. He pushed the tiny flap of skin aside and rammed his finger down on to her extended, hardened love bud.
Mona wailed loudly, furiously thrusting her penetrated cunt back and forth over the thick shaft of the pimp's prick. He began pumping in rhythm with the movement of her crouched over waist, scissoring her clit between the first two fingers of his well-practiced hand.
"It's coming," gasped Mona loudly. She felt the penis inside her begin to jerk violently as her orgasm mounted. Then hot gobs of cum splashed against the quivering walls of her cunt. She flopped down, her nipples ramming into the sweat soaked satin sheet. Styles stretched himself out over her, cupping his chin over a chocolate brown shoulder and jerking his ass up and down as he rammed his prick in and out of her cunt. The walls of her cunt began to contract, and suck at his ejaculating penis.
Styles felt the contractions of her orgasm subside, and jerked his prick out of her twat abruptly. He sat back, then rolled over on his side and watched Mona writhe as the orgasm coursed through her naked frame.
"That was three!" she cried, her voice a wail of sexuality. "Three!"
Styles bent down and picked up the almost full pipe that was lying by the side of the bed. He struck a match and toked deep on the hashish, then handed the pipe to Mona.
"No. wait, just a minute." Mona gasped, her breath coming in deep heaves. Her large, round breasts jiggled as her torso winked in and out like a bellows. With a long deep breath, she regained her composure and hungrily took the pipe from the pimp's hand.
"Roll over, honey." said Styles. Mona gasped as she saw that his prick was again fully erect.
"That man never seems to go soft." she thought admiringly. She was well familiar with the unusual prowess of her pimp, but was always amazed at how quickly he could spring back, ready for more action. Her clients made her work easier for her by wearing themselves out on the first fuck. Of course, she helped them quite a bit. The seventy-five dollars they paid bought them more sex in that hour than they had seen in years.
She rolled over and again pressed her black nippled breasts into the satin surface of the sheet.
Styles slid his hands under her naked body and raised her hips off the surface of the bed. Mona started to lift her shoulders up. assuming the 'dog fuck' position she had just engaged him in.
"No. honey." said Styles softly. "Rear end this time."
"Oh. but you'll hurt me." said Mona. mock fear in her high-pitched voice.
"I'll make it better." said Styles. He patted her on her bare, upraised ass and stepped off the bed. "Just you stay there like that and don't move." he said, forcing a pedagogic note into his voice.
He stepped over to the dresser and took down the bottle of cocaine. He carefully poured some of the fish-scale like, white powder out onto the mirror.
He rubbed a portion of the powder onto the tips of his light-skinned lingers, then rammed his hand into the crack of Mona's ass.
"Oh, yeah," said Mona. inhaling sharply as lie rubbed the numbing cocaine over the tender, pink flesh of her ass-hole.
"Wet me." he grunted hoarsely. He stepped off the bed and walked to where Mona's face was pressed to the blue satin sheet.
Mona lifted her head up and opened her mouth wide. Styles thrust his hips forward, pressing the swollen head of his cock to Mona's lush, red lips. She craned her neck as he thrust the thick member in between her parted teeth.
Mona ran her tongue over the taut, quivering male flesh, soaking the huge dick thoroughly with her saliva. She felt a rush as the cocaine lie had rubbed over her tiny ass-hole shot through her naked brown body.
"Ready now?" said Styles, his voice a hoarse whisper of passion. He liked anal genital sex, mostly because it was different. Mona was about the only whore he currently had that had an ass-hole large enough to accommodate his large prick.
"Come on. please," gasped Mona. Her first experience with ass fucking was quite painful, the second and third merely tolerable. But Style's prick brought her to heights of pleasure she never thought she could obtain from anal sex. She found herself desperately wanting that huge, black prick buried deep in her cock hungry ass-hole.
"Give it to me. daddy." she screamed out.
Styles hovered over her buttocks, letting the swollen head of his cock brush against the taut skin of her buttocks. The feel of the black male meat against the cheeks of her ass drove Mona's passions up into a frenzy.
"Now, please," she moaned, wriggling her upraised buttocks in a frenzy of passion.
"Here we go, sweetheart." said Styles, his voice a hoarse sexual purr. He seized the thick shaft of his erect cock and slid it down the lining of wiry hairs covering the crack of
Mona's ass. She thrust her buttocks upwards, ramming the flesh of her pink little ass-hole against the head of his cock.
Styles inserted the head of his penis carefully into her ass-hole.
"That all right, honey?" he asked. He wasn't sure if he'd put enough cocaine on her ass to dull the pain of the primary insertion.
"Give it to me please," roared Mona demandingly, her desperate passions making her cast aside her little-girl, submissive role.
Gripping the base of the shaft of his prick tightly. Styles worked the cock head around slowly inside her pink little ass-hole. Mona moaned loudly and wriggled her buttocks in rhythm with Styles' movements.
"Give it to me, daddy," she cried, her voice soft with her rising passions Styles thrust forward slowly, embedding his long, black prick deep into the pink tender flesh of her ass-hole. He gripped her bare, chocolate brown sides tightly, his strong, slim fingers pressing tightly into her luscious flesh.
"More, more, give me more," gasped Mona, slowly jerking her upraised ass back and forth. Her ass-hole held the pimp's cock in a crushing, vise-like grip. Styles began to pump in and out of her ass, Mona's body shuddering with the wild pleasure his enormous dick was sending throughout her body.
Styles bent forward, sliding his hands under Mona's stomach. He clamped his hands over her large, round brown breasts, rubbing the long black nipples between his powerful fingers.
"You're my best woman, my woman," he grunted, sliding his hands off her breasts and down to the smooth, brown plane of her stomach. He slid his hands along the supple, ebony skin. His fingers scratched against the wiry black hairs covering Mona's well trained pussy, and kneaded the hairy pubic flesh.
Mona jerked forward, forcing Styles' hand down onto the pink, swelling meat of her black cunt. Styles pressed his light-brown fingers into the wet, hot pussy flesh, then rammed two slim fingers into her quivering cunthole.
Mona lifted her face from the sheet and let out a long, low animal howl of passion. Styles groped around the wrinkled folds of skin just below her pelt of wiry, black pussy-hairs, and pushed aside the tiny flap of skin covering her clit. He rammed his fingers down hard over the quivering organ of female orgasm, scissoring the little bud between his slim, cunt-gripping fingers. Mona's ass-hole tightened around his prick, crushing its softness against the hardened shaft of Styles' taut male skin.
Straining his wrist, Styles curved his hand so that his thumb pushed into her cunthole, while his fingers kneaded her long, throbbing love bud.
"Ooh, oh!" Mona grunted, thrashing her hips from side to side as her pleasure mounted. She ground her crotch against his.
Styles felt his penis begin to quiver inside her cunt, felt a hot flash of orgiastic pleasure begin to bloom in his brain. Mona's cuntwalls began to suck at his invading fingers, her ass-hole grip his penetrating cock in a vice-like clutch of passionate frenzy.
Mona was ecstatic, her passions flowering in her brown, shuddering, bent over body. She felt the pimp's cock begin to jerk violently inside her anus, then sighed loudly as hot .gobs of come splashed against the walls of her intestine. The sucking on his probing fingers became violent, the ass-hole tightening around his cock painfully. Mona shrieked loudly, thrusting her buttocks forward as the orgasm Styles' ass-digging cock had given her reached its peak. She spread her legs apart, dropping her crotch to the wet, satin surface of the sheets. Styles jerked his cock out of her ass-hole. The large, black member was still ejaculating, and splashed tiny drops of white semen over the chocolate brown skin of Mona's buttocks.
Styles knelt between her widespread legs, and pressed his hands into the graceful curves of the black whore's back, feeling her body shuddering as her orgasm passed its peak.
Mona sighed loudly as he slid his hands down the brown surface of her back and pressed his hot, sweaty palms into her buttocks. She ground her black-haired cunt against the surface of the sweat and cum stained sheets, her body still quivering from her massive orgasm.
She rolled over as Styles jerked his hands off her ass.
"That was the best!" she cried, sitting up slowly, "The very best!"
"Always aim to please," said Styles with a soft smile. He stepped off the bed and walked to the dresser where he had put the cocaine and mirror. A phone began ringing loudly.
"Want me to get it," asked Mona, beads of sweat dripping off her naked brown breasts.
"No, honey, I'll take it," said Styles. "About that deal for tonight." He started walking towards the door of her bedroom, then stopped abruptly as he approached the doorway.
"Got something for me to put on?" he asked, his tone now harder and business-like. Mona jumped off the bed and dashed to her closet.
"Here, daddy," she murmured, handing him a silk robe.
Styles draped the garment over his hard, lean, black body and dashed out to the living room. The phone was still ringing.
"Yeah, that's business," Styles thought to himself, "Nobody else would wait that damn long. Styles' regular 'clients' always let the phone ring about eighteen times before deciding that no one was in.
"Goddamn, hold on a minute," he grunted, sprinting across the carpeted living room floor.
"Hello," he said, carefully modulating his voice.
"Styles?" a coarse sounding voice replied.
"Speaking," he said smoothly.
"Hi, it's Masters," the voice continued. Styles gripped the reciver tightly, hanging onto the man's words.
"Hello, how are you," he said, his voice as smooth as the fabric of the silk robe he was wearing.
"Fine, fine," the coarse voice replied. "Listen I-" Styles heard a soft click, the sound of a phone being put on 'hold'. Masters was probably calling from his office. Naturally, he didn't want the identity of the person he was speaking to revealed to the wrong people in his organization. Styles understood that the signal to wait was that sound of the phone being put on hold.
A minute later he heard another click and Master's voice sounded again through the phone's receiver.
"Sorry about that," Masters began, "Someone-"
"It's all right," said Styles softly, "Business is business, you know."
"Right!" said Masters enthusiastically. "Anyway, that special we discussed-it's going to be tomorrow night. Will that be okay with you?"
Masters knew perfectly well that Styles would have a girl for him anytime he wished. But Styles conducted his affairs like Masters would a business matter. Somehow, Masters felt easier dealing with Styles as if he was an important account.
"Tomorrow night will be perfect," said Styles with a grim smile.
"And you have someone special, right?"
"I'm giving you my best womanmy woman, understand?" Styles added a lusting note to the smooth, controlled sound of his voice.
"Now you understand that this is to be a surprise, correct?"
"Yes, birthday present, isn't it?"
"That's right. How do we-"
"I'll have her there an hour or so before you begin the festivities," Styles interrupted. "Just leave the details to me."
"Well, Fred is kind of conservative, if you know what I mean," said Master hesitantly. "Do you think-"
"Trust my judgment," thought Styles, gripping the phone receiver tightly. "Mona can do it," he thought, "She's got to-" Master's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"I trust you implicitly," said Masters. Styles thought he detected a note of heavy lust in the man's voice. He drummed his long, brown fingers on the phone's receiver, waiting for the inevitable next question.
"Do you think one of the girls can-" Masters began slowly.
"Of course," said Styles, his voice confident. "Just tell me when."
"I, I don't know how soon I can arrange my schedule," said Masters, his voice trembling now with excitement. "But you can-"
"Of course," Styles interrupted.
"Great!" said Masters. Styles thought he could hear the man utter a deep sigh of relief.
"I'll send you a check-should arrive in the morning mail."
"That will be fine," said Styles, a grim smile of satisfaction spreading across his light-brown face.
"Good day, and I'll see you tomorrow night," said Masters.
"What do you mean," said Styles.
"Aren't you going to bring the girl-I mean, you can sit down to a couple of drinks with us and all that."
"I don't know if I'll have the time," said Styles, forcing a note of regret into his silky smooth voice.
"Well, we all hope you can make it," said Masters. "Good bye, now."
"Good bye," said Styles. He waited until Masters hung up the phone, then jammed down the phone he was holding.
"Goddamn," he thought, "Which of my ladies can service this one? Yeah, Melody. Good."
He walked back into Mona's bedroom. She had her back and shoulders pressed into the surface of the bed. Her hands were pressed to her naked, brown buttocks, her feet pressed into her shoulders.
"Hi, daddy," she said softly as Styles walked back into the room.
With out saying a word, Styles tossed off the silk robe and threw himself down on the bed. Mona spread her legs apart with perfect, athletic grace. He shoved his head and shoulders between her bent-over, backturned thighs, planted the palms of his hands into the softness of the mattress, then rammed his prick deep into her cunt.
"Damn," gasped Mona. She spoke with difficulty because of the unusual position she was holding herself in.
"I mean, damn," she continued, "I didn't even see you get hard!"
Styles slid forward, burying his prick to the foot in her spread-open cunt. He pressed his muscled torso against her chocolate brown skin. The long, hardened, black nipples of her beautiful boobs pressed into his skin. She slowly lifted her feet up off the surface of the mattress, groaning softly as Styles ground his prick around her twat in a grinding, circular motion.
Mona wrapped her feet around his broad, light-brown skinned, powerful back and squeezed his lean sides with the supple insides of her sensuous thighs.
Styles clamped his mouth over hers, thrusting the hot, wet, meat of his tongue into the hotness of her yearning mouth. Mona closed her lips tightly over his invading tongue, and sucked hard on the soft meat.
Styles pulled his mouth away from hers with a sharp jerk. Mona's mouth made a loud, smacking noise as the tongue slipped out from between her thick, red lips.
"It's on for tomorrow night," Styles gasped as he pumped his prick in and out of her quivering cunt.
"To-mor-row night?" asked Mona between passionate gasps.
"Right, honey," said Styles with a grin. "At the Saint George Hotel; private party, the whole thing."
"Far out," said Mona, panting. "I'm going to be the surprise, huh?"
"That's right, baby," said Styles. He slid a slim, brown hand between their locked together bodies and pressed his fingers into the flesh of a chocolate brown, long nippled breast.
"Oh, oh, yeah," grunted Mona, as the nipple crushed into his hot, sweaty light-skinned palm. "I'll do it for you, daddy, I'll do it!"
Styles felt confident that Mona could handle this rather difficult trick.
"She can make any man fall," he thought to himself, "Any man!" He jerked his prick in and out of her quivering cunthole.
Her nude body writhed and shuddered with orgiastic pleasure. Then her jerking motions ceased, and he pulled himself away from her quivering, naked flesh.
Mona stretched herself out on the mattress, gasping, her breath coming in deep heaves. She heard the front door of the lavish suite slam shut, then heard a high-pitched, girlish giggle. A moment later a pretty, brown, pixi-ish face appeared in the doorway of her bedroom.
"Hi, Melody," she said with a giggle. Styles sat up on the edge of the bed, his penis still hard and sticking straight up from his wiry-haired crotch.
Melody dashed out of the room and returned minutes later, wearing a silk pajama top. The hem of the garment clearly revealed her tiny patch of pubic hairs.
"Come here, baby," said Styles with a seductive purr. She leaped up onto the bed, and into the lusting, grasping arms of Mona and Styles.
CHAPTER THREE
Fred pressed his fingers into the quivering, soft white flesh of his wife's breast. He pressed his lean, hard body onto her soft, supple flesh, and clamped his lips firmly over her mouth. Clair parted her teeth and Fred slid the wet meat of his tongue into the horny wetness of her mouth.
His erect penis lay against her pelt of light-brown pussy hairs. He reached down with his other hand and buried her fingers into the swelling, juicing lips of her pussy. The cunt meat was wet to his touch.
"Ready, darling," he murmured, jerking his tongue out of her mouth.
"Mmmmm, hmmm," Clair murmured in reply. He slid back, crouching between her outspread legs. Clair raised her knees and spread her legs wide apart.
Fred pressed the hot, horny palms of his hands into the sheets and raised himself up.
"Help me a little?" he gasped passionately.
"Sure, darling," she cooed. She lifted her head and shoulders off the pillow. Fred panted anxiously above her as she reached out a long, lean arm and seized the shaft of his erect prick.
Fred thrust forward. She inserted the swollen head of his prick into her wet, quivering cunthole. Fred slid towards her naked crotch, burying his prick to the root in her brown-haired cunt.
"Oh, it's good," Clair murmured absently.
Fred began working his prick slowly in a circular motion around her aching twat. Clair reached up her arms and pressed her hands into the lean, firm, masculine skin of her husband's back. She pulled him down onto her naked torso, her small mounds of breasts pushing their tiny pink nipples into the wiry black hairs covering his chest.
"Oh, Clair," he murmured, sliding his hands under the graceful curves of her naked back.
Clair pressed the back of her head into the pillow. She opened her mouth wide, and Fred clamped his mouth over her lush, sensuous lips. She wriggled, grinding her bare buttocks into the sheet as he again thrust his tongue into the hot, horny wetness of her mouth. She closed her lips tightly over his invading tongue and began sucking hard on the wet, hot flesh.
Fred slid his hands down her back, his knuckles rubbing against the smooth, linen surface of the bedsheet. He dug his fingers into the smooth, white, rounded flesh of her buttocks and began pumping his dick in and out of her juicing cunt.
"Fred, Fred, Fred," Clair moaned, digging her fingernails into the skin of his back. His wiry, black pubic hairs meshed with the light brown curls covering her cunt. He ground his crotch tightly against hers, the head of his prick pressing tightly against the walls of her cunt. He slid his fingers down the lining of stiff hairs covering the walls of Clair's ass crack, then pushed his finger against the pink, tender flesh of her anus. Clair shrieked, and ground her buttocks hard against his ass-clutching hands.
Fred felt semen begin to creep into the base of the shaft of his cunt-embedded prick. He contracted his ass-hole and took several long, deep breaths to hold back his orgasm. He jerked one hand out from under Clair's ass and slid it between their locked-together crotches.
Clair sighed softly as his fingers pushed roughly into the light brown curls over her swollen twat meat. She groaned as his fingers found the wrinkled folds of cunt meat in which her clit was buried. He pushed a fingertip down hard on her tiny love bud.
The walls of Clair's cunt began to contract and suck at his penetrating cock. Fred pressed his lips tightly against his wife's mouth, ramming the wet, meaty tip of his tongue against the roof of her mouth. He scissored her tiny love bud between impassioned fingers. Clair shrieked loudly, her lithe, naked body quivering as she climaxed.
The sucking motions of her cunt made it impossible for Fred to continue holding back. His penis began jerking violently inside her snatch, ramming its swollen head against the quivering walls of her cunt.
Clair's orgasm exploded in her brain. She jerked her hands away from Fred's back and thrust her arms out wide on either side of her writhing white-skinned, naked form. She dug her fingers into the sheet and let out a long, low wail of animal passion. Then hot gobs of semen splashed against the walls of her cunt.
Fred pulled out with an abrupt jerk of his hips. He rolled off her naked, shuddering body and stretched out next to her, his breath coming in deep heaves.
"Oh, darling," said Clair, gasping, "That was wonderful." She turned on her side and threw her arm over Fred's inert form. His chest rose up and down like a bellows as he fought to normalize his breathing.
"You're just great, honey," he said, turning his head to one side and planting a hard kiss on the smooth, graceful curve of her neck.
Clair inched forward and let her tiny, pink-bud nipples brush against the hairy skin of Fred's arm. She reached into his crotch and began toying with his limp prick.
"Such a cute little penis," she cooed, squeezing the softened male flesh between her slim, white fingers. The male member quivered at her touch.
"Can I have some more," she said coyly, tugging at the limp, wrinkled cock meat.
"In a minute, or two," Fred panted. He turned on his side and wrapped his arm around Clair's back. . He pressed her naked form to his hairy, lean torso. Clair rubbed her tiny nipples tightly against the skin of his chest, still holding his semi-erect cock.
She sat up slowly, releasing her grip on his penis. Fred pressed his buttocks into the sheet and spread his legs wide apart. Clair knelt between his outspread legs and bent her face to his crotch. She seized the base of his soft prick and licked at the head with the tip of her hot, horny tongue. She squeezed the softened shaft tightly, then pressed the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in the head of the prick.
Fred groaned at her touch and thrust his buttocks upwards. Clair opened her mouth and let his limp prick slide between her lush, thin, sensuous lips. She sucked hard on the softened member until the penis stiffened and thrust its swollen head against the roof of her mouth. Then she jerked her face abruptly away from his crotch.
"Care to suck me off a little," said Fred passionately. He reached up as he spoke, seizing her small mounds of breasts. He dug his fingers into the base of the white swells of female flesh, pinching the small boobs.
His hot, horny hands burned with lust as the hardened pink nipples dug into his palms.
"No honey," gasped Clair, the lips of her naked snatch swelling out wide. "I want you to come inside me."
Fred felt a momentary pang of disappointment. But the sight of his wife's kneeling, naked form made his passion surge as his prick stood straight up from his aching crotch.
"Sure," he said.
Clair rolled over and lay on her side. Fred turned, and pressed his mouth tightly against hers. He draped his arm over her supple nudity and pressed the palm of his hand firmly into her buttocks. Clair pressed her crotch hairs against the swollen head of his cock.
Fred seized the thick shaft of his erect prick and shoved the quivering, male flesh in between Clair's thighs. She rubbed the lean insides of her thighs tightly against the taut, male skin, then slid downwards. The head of Fred's cock nestled into the wrinkled folds of her cuntmeat. Clair shot her slim Fingers down and gripped the cock meat tightly, shoving the quivering member deep into her pulsating pussy walls. She reached up a slim, white-skinned arm and draped it over her husband's back.
Fred ground his crotch tightly against hers. His prick head slammed into her pussy walls. Clair pressed her fingers tightly into his buttocks. Fred slid his hand between their locked together bodies and again grasped the skin of her pussy.
"Oh, Fred!" Clair shouted, her passions rising like fire at the touch of his hot, horny fingers against her pussy hairs.
"Look," she said, arching her buttocks back and leaving a space between their locked-together groins. She could see Fred's prick sliding in and out of her cunt. Fred paid no attention. He dug his fingers deeply into the soft, supple flesh of the graceful curves of his wife's back, his Fingers groping for her cunt meat. He slid his hands down to her buttocks, and shoved his passionate fingers down into her asscrack.
"Ouch! Oh, Fred, please don't do that," Clair moaned, "It hurts-its taking my mind, OFF!, off what we're doing."
Fred grunted, and jerked his finger out of the sensitive flesh of Clair's tender anus. She sighed softly, and pressed her tits against the rough, hairy skin of his lean torso.
"So how does it feel to be a big executive," she cooed, rubbing her pussy hairs against the smooth plane of Fred's stomach.
"Feels pretty good right now," Fred grunted, sliding his prick rapidly in and out of her quivering cunt. Because he had just come, he didn't worry about shooting his bolt too fast. .
He groped around the wrinkled flesh of his wife's cunt, and again found the tiny, white bud of her clit.
"Oooh, oh!" Clair shrieked, and sank her teeth gently into Fred's chin. The walls of her cunt began to contract and suck at his penis. She climaxed rapidly, her lithe body shuddering.
"Come soon, please come soon, I can't stand it," she gasped, pressing her hand firmly into Fred's back.
Fred wasn't quite ready to come. But his wife's urgent pleas told him he would have to hurry if he wanted to complete the coitus. He rapidly fantasized, conjuring up in his mind images of naked flesh. He thought for a brief moment of a black skinned, impassioned woman. The fantasy did it. Semen rose up in the base of the shaft of his cock.
"Hurry please!" Clair cried, "I can't stand it!" Fred lunged forward and his cock began jerking violently inside her cuntwalls.
The pressure of his cock head against the walls of her cunt drove Clair's passions to an unbearable level. She felt relieved when hot gobs of semen splashed against the walls of her pussy, and jerked her snatch away from her husband's crotch.
Fred's penis was still jerking, shooting tiny drops of hot semen onto the supple, white plane of Clair's stomach.
"You're making me all wet," she said with a girlish giggle. She reached down and elapsed the stiff cock to the smooth, white plain of her stomach. She bent her body and rubbed the semen off the cock's head onto her small mounds of breasts.
"I'll only be a minute, darling." she murmured, steeping off the bed and dashing quickly out of their bedroom. Fred lay back, pressing his head into the pillow. He felt satisfied and relaxed, his penis sinking lazily down between his masculine, hairy thighs.
Clair walked back into the room a few minutes later. She plopped down on the bed, rolled over, and threw her arms over Fred's naked form.
"My big, new executive," she murmured, pressing her lips to his ear.
"Big and new is right," said Fred ruefully, staring up at the white plaster ceiling. "But holding down the fort, well-"
"Well, you'll hold it and hold it," said Clair, interrupting him softly. She reached into his crotch and seized his penis, then cupped her hands over his hairy balls. The penis lay limp against her palm.
"Tired, honey," she said.
"Yeah," said Fred wistfully. "Been one hell of a day-changing offices, yelling at clerks, the whole menage."
"Well, I think we'll just give it a rest," said Clair, gently pulling her hand away from his soft, warm sex.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry I can't be here for your birthday tomorrow," she said.
"Well, we can celebrate together the day after," said Fred. "Just you and me, I guess."
"Guess so," said Clair. She turned her head to hide the sly smile that had forced its way across her sensual lips. She and her neighbors, the Waites, were planning a surprise party for Fred the following night.
"Worst thing about that funeral," said Fred with a sly grin, "is that now I have no excuse."
"No excuse for what, honey?"
"A couple of the other execs are planning some kind of bash for me in a hotel tomorrow night-can't tell them I have to duck out to be with you, now."
"I'm sure you can stand the strain," said Clair with an amused murmur.
"Yeah, it'll probably be something stupid, like a nude woman jumping out of a cake-Masters was all smiles and chuckles when he told me about it this morning."
"Well, I think that's wonderful," said Clair, a tone of mock irritation in her lush, contralto voice. "Here I go, off to bury poor old Aunt Martha, and you'll be looking at some slut's tits. Fine." She pouted and twisted her pretty face into a grimace.
"I promise to keep my eyes shut," said Fred with a grin. "You know what I think about stuff like that-but if the others start thinking of me as an oddball, well, we might just have to go on welfare."
"I'm too proud for that," said Clair with a laugh. "Why, I'd just go out and sell my body on the streets."
"But honey, what would the neighbors think?" asked Fred, a tone of mock shock in his voice.
"You mean our neighbors think?" said Clair, twisting her sensuous features into a look of complete surprise.
"They must do something when the TV isn't on," said Fred with a chuckle. He leaned his head into the pillow and closed his eyes.
"Hey, you look tired," said Clair softly.
"Just about to pass out." She leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Fred's lips. He was fast asleep almost before she had pulled her face away from his.
She slid under the blankets, turned on her side and buried her aubum-haired head into the pillow. She reached down and gently placed her hands over Fred's genitals.
"Wish I had some more of you," she thought, fingering the softened male flesh. She turned, lying on her naked back, and quickly fell asleep.
"Goddamn it," thought Fred, "if I hear one more 'happy birthday', I'll throw a fit!"
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the mahogany top of his huge desk. He had spent the day in meetings with the company's big wigs, setting up his work and new responsibilities. Everywhere he went the secretaries and clerks were congratulating him with broad smiles and limp handshakes.
The phone on his desk rang shrilly, causing him to jerk around in his chair.
"Gold," he said, then silently cursed himself for not answering the phone with his new title.
"Hey, hi, Fred," a familiar, coarse voice answered.
"Hello, Tom," said Gold, trying to make his voice sound enthusiastic. Masters was important to him, to his career. But he didn't like the man very much. He found him to be loud, and a bit too reckless for his rather conservative tastes. He had to work hard at coming up with solid excuses for not joining Masters and some of the other execs on their raucous lunchtime jaunts.
"So how's the kid doing so far," Masters boomed. Fred winced at the reference to his age. Twenty-nine was very young indeed for a full vice-president. He knew his age counted against him, one more obstacle to struggle against as he rose up the corporate ladder. And although they showed no sign of it, Fred felt they must bear him some resentment for reaching at twenty-nine a position they hadn't obtained until they were in their late thirties.
"Everything is running fine, so far," said Gold, hoping he sounded sharp and with it.
"You haven't forgotten our little arrangement for tonight, have you," said Masters. Fred could almost see the lusting look on the man's wrinkled, heavy-jowled features.
"No, Tom, I sure haven't," said Fred, hoping he sounded like he was anything but bored with the whole idea.
"Say, I almost forgot," said Masters, "Your wife isn't planning anything, is she?"
Fred was about to tell him that Clair was off to her Aunt's funeral.
"Well, not until much later," he said instead. He didn't want to give Masters an excuse to let the affair run all night.
"Great!" Masters roared. Fred jerked the receiver away from his ear sharply at the coarse, loud sound of the man's voice. "We'll have one hell of a good time-just you wait and see!"
"It's great what you guys are doing," said Fred, hoping he'd used the right phrase to express his non-existent gratitude.
"Well, got to get back to," said Masters. Fred heard the phone click and he hung up his phone.
"What a way to make a living," he muttered to himself, "watching some poor young woman dance around naked in front of a bunch of boors!"
He forced the image of what the evening would be like out of his mind and turned back to the paperwork on his desk.
Masters strode into his office at about ten minutes after five.
"Don't tell me you're not ready yet," he said. Fred jerked his head up from his desk. With a sigh, he put aside the pile of papers he had been working on and leaned back in his swivel chair.
"A little early in the evening, isn't it," he said, killing himself to draw his handsome young features into a smile.
"Never to early to party," boomed Masters. His portly frame seemed to fill Fred's office.
Two other executives walked in behind him. Fred waved to them and locked the broad smile onto his features. Williams and Hendries were a little easier to take than Masters, but not by much.
"Hello, Bob, hello, Bill," he said cheerfully.
"Just can't take you away from your desk, huh?" said Williams with a sly grin. "Well, tonight we're going to take your mind off work. Guaranteed."
"You just bet your ass," Masters chimed in.
The three of them stood before Fred's desk, watching him as he put the paperwork into a drawer.
"They are," he thought, gazing at their grinning faces and suited forms, "There is the three stooges. Too bad I'm not in entertainment-I'd make a million with this clown show."
"You guys have to be in bed early or something," he asked, kicking himself to spread a broad grin across his face.
"No, not us," said Williams. "Got our passes for the night!"
"So why so early a start," said Fred with an amused look. N
"Well, we've got a lot to accomplish," said Masters. He turned to the other two businessmen and winked at them slyly. "First, we're going to take you out to a little place we've been known to inhabit!"
"Oh, shit," thought Fred, "here it comes. Why two grown men could get such pleasure out of looking at a naked woman, I'll never know. And they're all married men."
Fred tried his best to look excited as he stepped away from his desk.
"Lead me to it," he said, hoping his voice did not reflect the tired boredom he was feeling.
They walked quickly out of the massive, glass-walled office building and into the crowded streets. Masters raised a beefy arm and called a cab. Seconds later a taxi pulled up. to the curb and the three of them piled in.
"Here we are," said Masters with a huge, lusty grin. They were standing in front of a garishly-lit bar front. The huge neon sign atop the frail-looking brick structure spelled out "Topless, Bottomless' in huge yellow letters.
"Just great," muttered Fred, walking behind the others as they pushed open the curtain-covered glass door.
The bar was exactly what Fred expected. Clean looking at first, with the usual piles of litter edging the darkened corners of the barroom. A stage stretched across the back wall of the bar. Several young woman were gyrating wildly, completely naked.
"Heh, heh," chuckled Masters, his gaze fixed on the naked young women. Fred turned his face to the bar.
"Hey, buddy, show's over there," said Williams with a grin, gesturing towards the nude women.
Fred turned his head around and forced a grin across his handsome features.
"Mighty nice," he said, hoping he sounded like he was enjoying himself. The bodies of the dancers held no attraction for him. Perhaps in a different setting the sight of their naked flesh would serve to arouse him; but here, against the cheap decorations of the bar, they seemed to be statues that had somehow been made to move.
The lights went on, the girls vanished off the stage. Masters ordered another round of the watered-down drinks the bar was serving. A sad looking waiter brought the tall, frosted glasses over to the table Masters had gotten for them, right beneath the huge stage. The bar lights dimmed.
"Here comes the main event," said Masters, licking his lips. His eyes glittered with lust.
Fred was thoroughly bored, and the evening was only an hour old. He leaned back in the chair, and stared up at the stage.
"What's next," he thought, taking another sip on his too-sweet drink."An elephant making it with a baboon?"
A blast of loud music startled him, almost causing him to drop his drink. Several of the other patrons began clapping loudly as a tall, lean black woman stepped up on the stage, wearing a light-blue robe. Fred felt a strange tingling in his loins as she started to dance slowly, running her black fingers over the cheap fabric of the robe.
"Oh, shit," he thought as the tingling grew stronger, "I think it's getting to me, too. Guess it's all part of the process of turning into an ass-hole."
He felt himself becoming erect as the woman slowly pulled aside the robe, revealing a smooth, black-skinned torso. She wore a thin blue bikini top, and a pair of gold-edged, blue bikini pants. Fred's erect cock began pushing against the cotton fabric of his briefs.
"She's making me horny," he thought, surprised at his reaction. The woman danced around so that her gracefully curved, black-skinned back was turned to the audience.
Slowly, and with snake-like motions, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of the bikini top. She drew the straps of the garment away from her body and continued to dance, grinding her hips and holding the strings of the bikini top out away from her black-skinned form. Then she jerked the top away from her breasts, and tossed it over her bare, black shoulder.
Of course, the top landed squarely in Fred's lap. He stared down dumbly at the flimsy, blue garment.
"Freddy, baby, you've just won the prize," said Masters with a loud laugh. Fred said nothing. His eyes were fixed on the dancer's naked back. He found himself wanting desperately to see her naked breasts.
She danced, her back to the crowd for about another minute. Then she turned abruptly, cupping her hands under her pear-shaped breasts.
Fred inhaled sharply at the sight of her small, black-button nipples. He glanced over at his three companions, hoping they hadn't heard his gasp.
They leaned back in their chairs, staring up at the dancing, half naked woman with big, sloppy grins on their faces.
The dancer slid her hands down her bare sides, then down to the black, smooth, sensuous flesh of her thighs. She slid her hands up, gripping the elastic waistband of her blue panties.
Fred's erect cock was fighting to break free of his clothing. He found himself panting, waiting for the woman to pull off the bikini bottom and reveal her black cunt. She pulled the sides of the bikini bottoms away from her gyrating hips, then released her fingers and let the elastic waistband of the garment snap back against the soft, supple skin of her thighs. The movement made Fred gasp audibly.
Masters leaned over and pressed his whiskey-scented mouth close to Fred's ear. "Quite a' show, eh," he said hoarsely. Fred noticed that his eyes were fixed on the dancer's naked form.
"It's all right," said Fred, surprised at the eager tone of his voice. He was somewhat amazed at himself for enjoying the sleazy performance.
The dancer wheeled, again turning her naked back to the audience. She slid her fingers under the waistband of the bikini bottoms and slowly began to draw the flimsy garment down her sexy, black legs. She let the garment slide down her calves, then drop to her feet.
Fred's eyes were Filled with the sight of the garment sliding down her sensuous limbs. He gasped again as he saw her firm, rounded ass cheeks, the black buttocks grinding in a steady, rhythmic motion as she danced. She spun around, spreading her arms out wide from either side of her naked torso.
Fred felt like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. He saw her cunt, the triangle of black curls of pussy hair seeming to fill the entire stage. She raised her leg. From where Fred was sitting, he could see the pink meat of her pussylips clearly. She stretched her upraised leg, and Fred stared right into her pink little cunthole.
His lusts began boiling up furiously in him. He watched with total fascination as the dancer completed her act and dashed off the stage.
Masters glanced at his watch. "Time to get the show on the road," he said, pushing his portly frame away from the table and slowly standing up.
"Waiter!" he bellowed. Half the heads in the bar turned to stare at him. Fred felt a slight flush of embarrassment, then quickly covered his feelings.
"Think you shouldn't be so quiet about it, Tom," he said with a sly grin. "Waiter probably didn't hear you."
"Guess I'd better call again," said Masters. He opened his mouth wide, preparing to send another bull like roar through the crowded bar. But the waiter appeared at his elbow. He turned to the scraggly, red-jacketed figure, snapping his big mouth shut.
Masters paid quickly and they strode out of the bar. Fred's mood had improved somewhat. He felt mildly drunk as they walked out into the streets.
"Shit," he thought to himself, "wish to hell Clair'd be home tonight!" His lusts were boiling up in him. The erection that the dancer's sensuous performance had given had faded somewhat, but he could tell that he was still half-erect. "Wait 'till you see what's coming next," chortled Williams. They hailed a cab. Masters muttered some instructions to the driver and the cab shot away through the urban night.
"Where are we going," said Fred, staring out at the unfamiliar streets.
"Hotel Saint George," said Masters with a grin. "That's where we're holding your birthday party."
"Yeah," Williams chimed in, "And that's where we have your present waiting."
"Hey, shut up," said Masters, laughing. "It's supposed to be a surprise."
Fred leaned against the cab's back seat, trying to figure out whether their present would be a necktie or a fountain pen.
The cab pulled to a stop across the street from the large, gothic-looking building. They piled out of the car, Masters paying the driver with a large bill and telling him to keep the change.
They walked quickly into the baroque, over-decorated lobby. Fred sniffed with distaste at the garish sculptures standing on pedestals that were placed in all the wrong places in the mammoth, marble-walled room. Masters went up to the desk clerk, and was handed a set of keys.
"Right this way, gentlemen," he boomed, gesturing towards an empty elevator. They got off at the eighth floor and stepped out into the carpeted hallway.
"Fred, you are one lucky son of a bitch," snickered Williams. Masters strode ahead and stopped by a huge, oaken door.
"This looks like the right place," he said with a broad grin. He shoved one of the keys the desk clerk had given him into the brass-bound lock and grandly opened the door. Fred and the others stepped into what looked like a living room, actually the front room of an enormous suite.
CHAPTER FOUR
A tall, sophisticated-looking black man greeted them as they walked in.
"Hello, Styles," Masters called out. The black man smiled broadly. Masters cast a worried glance around the room. "Is everything ready," he asked.
"Oh, yes, Tom," said Styles, grinning to himself as he referred to the business man by his First name. "The girls are powdering their noses right now-" He was interrupted by the sound of a door opening. Two black women, dressed in sexy evening gowns walked in, broad smiles on their faces. A moment later, a third stepped in. She was much taller than the other two, and wore an evil-looking smile on her beautiful, dark-skinned face.
"Tom, I'd like you to meet Melody," said Styles, giving the portly man a sly wink. Fred thought he could see Masters' body tense as he took the woman's hand.
"And this is Gina, and Suzy," Styles continued. The two girls stepped over to Williams and Hendries.
"Styles," boomed Masters, "I'd like you to meet the newest vee-pee in town-Fred Gold."
Styles stepped over to Fred and extended a light-brown hand. "Congratulations, Fred," he said, his voice as smooth as the silk shirt he was wearing.
"Thanks," said Fred, clasping Styles' hand tightly. There was something strange, something out of place about the man. Fred felt a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. The other two women were running their fingers through the hair on the heads of Williams and Hendries. Melody hovered over Masters, staring down at him with a strange look in her eyes.
A waiter pushed the door open with a metal tray laden with bottles of liquor, ice, and glasses.
"I'm glad you could stay for a drink with us," said Masters, grinning evilly at Styles.
"Always a pleasure to be in the company of gentlemen," Styles said.
Fred thought he detected a note of sharp sarcasm in his voice. He glanced at the three other businessmen. They showed no sign of a slight by Styles; their eyes were fixed on the women fussing over them.
They seated themselves on the couches stretched against the walls of the suite's front room. Williams and Hendries curled their arms around the shoulders of the two black women.
"Oh, god," thought Fred, "prostitutes! How disgusting-" His thoughts were interrupted by Masters. The portly businessman stepped over to him with a large drink, all but pushing the glass right into Fred's face.
"Drink up," Masters said, "The evening's just starting."
Fred started to walk over to one of the couches, but turned abruptly and plunked himself down in an easy chair in a corner of the room. Then Williams and the girl Styles called 'Gina' got up from the couch, silly grins across their faces.
"Got to go for a walk," said Williams, casting Masters a sly, lusting wink They disappeared through a doorway off to one side of the large room.
"Yeah, got some things to take care of," said Hendries. He and the girl named Suzy got up and disappeared through another door.
Melody walked over to where Masters was sitting. "Up," she said sharply. Masters rose without saying a word.
"Finish that drink, or throw it out," Melody barked. Masters emptied the glass down his throat with one large gulp.
"Let's go," Melody said harshly. She turned, and started walking out of the suite. Masters trailed meekly behind her. He winked at Fred as they walked out.
"What the Sam Hill," thought Fred, watching Master's form vanish out the doorway of the suite.
Styles got up slowly and walked over to the chair Fred was sitting in.
"I'm afraid I have to go now," he said softly. "I just want to wish you a happy birthday, and good night."
"Thank you," said Fred, shaking Styles' hand.
"Oh, yes," said Styles absently. "There is a birthday present for you. Right through that door." He gestured with a light-brown hand at a door directly across from where Fred was sitting. Without another word, he walked gracefully out of the suite.
"I'm not sure if I want to go in there or not," Fred thought, staring at the door Styles had pointed to.
"Well, I guess I'd better go through with it," he thought. He put down his drink and walked slowly across the carpeted room.
"If this is what I think it is," he thought, grasping the brass doorknob tightly. "Oh, what the fuck!"
He twisted the knob hard and threw open the door.
"Good evening, Fred," a high-pitched, sexy voice called out. Fred stood still in amazement.
The room contained an overly enormous double bed, almost an exact copy of the bed he slept in with his wife. A tall, slender black woman sat on the bed, dressed in a flaming red, silk robe.
"Ha, huh, who," Fred said, staring at her beautiful, chocolate-brown face.
"My name is Mona," she said, her voice a soft, seductive purr. "I'm you're birthday present."
Fred stood transfixed by the woman sitting on the large bed. "I don't think-" he began.
"Good!" said Mona. "Don't think. Just sit here next to me."
Fred watched himself walk over to the bed and sit down next to the beautiful, black woman. The alcohol was rising up in him. He had a sudden, vivid image of her naked. A sharp pang of lust shot through him, destroying his attempts to feel disgust at what he normally would have considered a moral outrage. Mona curled a lean, slender, chocolate-brown arm around his shoulders.
"How do you feel," she said softly.
"I, I don't know," Fred replied, staring down at the carpeted floor of the suite's bedroom. "I, I'm married."
"Well, I have a man," said Mona softly, brushing her slim fingers across the nape of Fred's neck.
"B, B, But" said Fred, turning his head and staring deep into her dark brown eyes.
"You're thinking again," said Mona, a teasing note in her sexy, high-pitched voice.
"Yes, well, but," said Fred.
"Don't you like me," said Mona, forcing a sad note into her voice.
Fred felt suddenly guilty that he had offended her.
"Oh, yes, I, I like you, I guess," he mumbled. Mona stood up and stepped away from the bed.
"I'm hot," she said. Then she pulled aside the silk robe, slipped its Fine material off her chocolate-brown shoulders and let the garment drop to the floor.
Fred gasped. She was wearing a short nightgown, the hem barely covering her neat triangle of black pussy hairs. The filmy, transparent fabric revealed the tips of her long, black nipples clearly.
Mona spun around, the hem of the sexy nightgown riding up and revealing the firm, rounded cheeks of her brown ass. Fred inhaled sharply, his lusts rising up in him to the boiling point.
"I, I don't think," he began.
Mona sat down next to him on the bed. "Good," she chirped, "I told, you, just don't think."
Fred watched numbly as she knelt down on the floor, next to the edge of the bed. She reached up her slender, bare arms and shoved her hands into his lap.
Fred grasped her wrists firmly and raised her arms up away from his crotch.
"Please," he said desperately. His lusts were raging like a brushfire. Mona freed her wrists with a snap of her arms and dropped her hands to the businessman's crotch.
"Are you sure you don't want me for your birthday," she cooed, pressing her slim fingers into the bulge that was growing steadily in the fabric of the crotch of his slacks.
The feel of her fingers pressing the cloth against his steadily-growing cock made passion explode in Fred's brain like a fragmentation grenade that sent splinters of passion throughout his body.
"I, I, I," he said, staring down at her fingers.
"You, you, you," cooed Mona.
She unbuckled his belt deftly. Fred jerked the suit jacket off his shoulders, almost without realizing what he was doing. He watched as her nimble fingers undid the top button of his pants and zipped down his fly.
"Such tight underwear," murmured Mona, shoving her fingers into the fly slit of his briefs.
Fred gasped sharply, lifting his buttocks up off the surface of the mattress. Mona swiftly darted her hands up to the tops of his trousers and jerked the garment down his thighs.
Fred plunked his ass back down on the bed, his pants crumpled up around his ankles.
Mona leaned forward and planted her lush, red lips over the bulge in the crotch of his briefs. The movement pushed Fred's passions past the breaking point.
"I, I want you," he said hoarsely.
"Of course," said Mona, "of course you do!" She slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs and jerked the undergarment down his lean, hairy thighs. His prick sprang forth, fully erect.
"Oh, what a nice prick," Mona gasped, "As big as my man's!"
She reached forward and curled her thumb and forefinger around the base of the prick's quivering, hardened shaft. She worked her fingers slowly around the prick, then bent over and licked off a tiny drop of cum that had appeared on the tip of the prick's swollen head.
"Aren't you hot in all those clothes," she murmured. Fred numbly started to unbutton his shirt.
"Here, let me help you," said Mona, her voice a soft, seductive purr. She stood up, gently uncurling her fingers from the shaft of Fred's prick.
Fred stood up, and Mona pulled the shirt off his torso.
"Lay down honey," she cooed, "I'll take good care of you!"
Fred lay back on the bed, spreading his hairy, masculine legs wide apart. Mona crept up on the bed and knelt between his outspread legs. She pressed the palms of her hands into the muscled firmness of his thighs and bent forward, planting a hard kiss on the tip of his quivering, cunt-hungry prick.
"Oh!" gasped Fred sharply, leaning over and planting his hands onto her nightgown-covered shoulders.
Mona opened her mouth wide and took the head of his cock in between her lush, thick lips. She closed her mouth tightly over the shaft of his cock, bending forward and covering the prick with the hot, sensual wetness of her mouth.
Fred cried out in passion as she gently grazed the taut, male skin with her teeth. Here was a pleasure he had never engaged in with his wife. She would take his prick into her mouth briefly, but only when he was semi erect. As soon as he became hard, she would jerk her face away from his crotch.
Mona was now sucking hard on the taut shaft, kneading the sensitive underside with her tongue. Fred jerked his buttocks up, slamming the swollen head of his prick against the roof of her mouth.
She felt the penis begin to jerk violently inside her mouth, heard Fred groan, then felt gobs of hot semen splashing against the walls of her well-trained mouth.
"Shit, this one's so easy, it's a crime," she thought, relieved that she was able to complete her mission so deftly. Fred was captured by her completely.
She let his come fill her mouth, then jerked her face away from his crotch when she felt the last of his ejaculatory contractions cease.
"How's that for a start," she cooed at him.
"Wow, my wife," Fred began, gasping.
"You don't talk about your wife now, I won't talk about my man," said Mona slyly.
She leaned back on her haunches and tossed the nightgown off her chocolate-brown torso.
Fred inhaled sharply at the sight of her large, round breasts, tipped with long, black nipples.
"You, you're beautiful," he gasped.
"Don't you want to touch me," said Mona with a seductive purr.
Fred reached out and clamped his hands tightly over her naked tits. The long, black nipples crushed into his hot, sweaty palms, the chocolate brown flesh of the boobs folding over his probing hands.
"Now, touch me down here," said Mona, gesturing to her black-haired crotch. Fred sank his fingers into the pink flesh of her cuntmeat. The feel of the hot, wet, female flesh made his penis spring back, fully erect.
He shoved a finger into the black whore's cunthole. Mona reached out and seized the shaft of his erect cock. She pressed her slim, brown fingers into the taut male flesh, cooing softly as Fred worked his impassioned fingers around the meat of her throbbing, juicing cunthole.
"Lay back, honey," said Mona with a soft purr. Fred jerked his hands out of her pussy and lay back, pressing his shoulders into the soft sheet.
"Up, up," said Mona, toying with the erect shaft of his prick. She knelt again between his legs, crouching, her naked cunt and ass hovering over his stiff dick.
She planted her hands firmly into the flesh of Fred's torso, then lowered her cunt down onto his erect prick.
"Oh. god!" shouted Fred, as his prick slid deep into t,he hot wetness of her well trained pussy. Her cunt walls felt tight, tighter than Clair's, around the his thighs, and lowered her twat to his crotch.
"Feel good?" she murmured, working her hips in a slow, circular motion.
"Yes, god, yes!" Fred cried out. He lifted his head and shoulders up off the surface of the mattress and clasped his hands onto her large, round, chocolate skinned boobs. He slid his fingers down along the supple black skin, then took the long, hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Mona began sliding her twat up and down the length of his prick. He dropped his hands from her breasts, and thrust his arms out wide on either side of his lean, hard frame.
Mona bent forward and laid out over his torso. Her breasts crushed against the wiry hairs covering his chest, the nipples digging into the rough, masculine flesh.
Fred began jerking his buttocks up and down, ramming the head of his prick against the quivering walls of her cunt. She clamped her mouth tightly over his, and poked at his teeth with the tip of her tongue.
Fred parted his teeth and let the hot, wet, meaty flesh of Mona's tongue slide into his mouth. He closed his lips tightly over her tongue, and began sucking softly on the wet, pink meat.
Mona murmured into his mouth and rubbed her lips back and forth over Fred's. She pressed her hands into his lean, hard sides, then slid her hot, sweaty palms under his buttocks.
Fred gasped as her hands slid down the stiff hairs lining the walls of his asscrack. He shrieked loudly as she dug a probing, hot finger into the tender flesh of his anus.
"It, it," he grunted, trying to say that she was causing him pain. But before he could compose himself, he felt a red-hot flash of passion shoot through his penetrated buttocks.
"It's good," he said with a loud, lusting gasp.
Mona glanced at the clock sitting on the night table to the side of the bed. Only fifteen minutes had passed since Fred Gold had entered the suite's bedroom.
"Shit," she thought, "Must be losing my time sense. Sure as hell didn't take long to get him in this black pussy."
She jerked her attention back to the naked body of the man on whom she was sprawled out. She ground her bare twat tightly against the root of Fred's prick.
Fred wrapped his arms tightly around her bare back, his Fingers pressing tightly into the supple, chocolate brown skin. Mona slid her probing finger out of his anus and dug her hands into the man's bare buttocks.
"Oh, I can't," shouted Fred, his body shuddering. Mona felt his penis begin to jerk violently inside her, then felt the familiar sensation of gobs of male come splashing against the walls of her well trained pussy. She waited, panting, until the last of the contractions of Fred's prick subsided, then jerked her bare crotch off of Fred's cock. His semi-erect cock slipped out of her pink cuntflesh, and fell onto his bare thigh.
"I, I never," Fred gasped, his chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. Mona sat cross-legged on the bed, staring down at his sweat-covered frame.
"Never fucked a black woman before," she said, her voice tone expressionless.
"That's not," Fred began, ihen stared deep into her dark eyes.
"That's not what I meant to say," he continued. "What I meant was that I've never fucked anyone but my wife since we were married."
"But you never fucked a black woman before," Mona persisted.
"No, that's true, I haven't" said Fred. He stared at her silently for a moment. Mona reached down and began toying with his semi-erect cock. She took the soft shaft between her fingers and squeezing the limp male member hard. She pressed a finger into the tiny slit of the cock's head. Fred wriggled his bare ass against the sweat-stained sheet.
"Do you mind if I ask you, well, things," Fred said shyly.
"Sure," said Mona with a coy smile. "This is the model you can talk to."
"Well, hey," said Fred, somewhat abashed. "I didn't mean to imply that you're uneducated, or something. I just wondered, well, it's the way you talk, your voice tone and all-"
"If I'm some poor rich girl gone astray?" said Mona.
"I, I don't mean to sound corny," Fred began. He was rapidly shaking off the effects of the alcohol he had consumed earlier. He began to feel uneasy, as if he had just woken up and found himself in bed with a strange woman.
"Some birthday," he muttered to himself. Then Mona's fingers found the sensitive underside of his cock head.
"Oh, that feels good!" he gasped, as strong, chocolate brown fingers pressed roughly into, the soft, sensitive underside of his limp cock.
"You seem to be uneasy," said Mona softly, gently jerking the prick out from the bush of wiry black pubic hairs ringing the base of its softened shaft.
"Well, I wasn't expecting any of this," said Fred. He began to feel more comfortable now, talking conversationally with the young black whore.
"I was told that I was to be a surprise," said Mona with a broad grin.
Fred laughed. "Surprise is right! You know, I've never been unfaithful to Claire-she's my wife, Claire, and-"
"And you're starting to feel guilty, right," said Mona, the grin locked on her pretty brown face.
Fred dropped his gaze to the carpeted floor of the suite's bedroom.
"I guess so," he said.
"Why?" Mona stared straight into his eyes. "Well, uh," said Fred. "Don't know?"
"If a man is married-" Fred began hesitantly.
"He should be able to please his wife," Mona interrupted. She cupped her hand over Fred's genitals,.
"I can teach you interesting things that you can do with your wife," said Mona, her voice a soft, seductive purr.
"But adultery," Fred began.
"Honey, I'm bought and paid for," said Mona evenly. Fred's limp cock quivered as it rested against the sensual warmth of the palm of her trained hand. "You know, I've never been in favor of prostitution," said Fred ruefully.
"And here you are," laughed Mona. She deftly wrapped her fingers around his semi-erect prick, felt the member begin to grow at her practiced touch.
"Does it seem all that bad," she chuckled. Fred dropped his gaze to her caressing hand.
"No, of course not. You're a very beautiful woman. But it doesn't seem natural, somehow."
"What's not natural about it," asked Mona. His prick was now nearly erect again. She let his hand from his cock and brushed her brown fingers along the skin of Fred's thigh.
"Well, the idea of having to pay money for it-" Fred began.
"Honey, let me clue you in on one basic fact." Mona drew her eyes into hard slits as she spoke. "All sex is bought and paid for, one way or another, no matter why, how, or with who."
Fred jerked his head back and stared straight into the black woman's eyes.
"I never thought of that before," he said. "It sounds so cold, somehow."
"That is what is known as the way things are," said Mona, her voice somber. Then she smiled brightly and squeezed the shaft of Fred's erect prick.
"Ever fuck a woman up her ass?" Fred stared at her, his prick quivering.
"N, no, I never thought about it."
"Oh, yes you did," said Mona with a sly chuckle. "Just couldn't bring yourself to ask your wife, huh?"
Fred blushed deeply and dropped his gaze to the sheets. Mona rolled over and lay on her stomach.
"Asses are nice," she said, grinding her crotch into the softness of the mattress.
Fred pressed the hot, sweaty palm of his hand onto her chocolate skinned, rounded ass cheeks.
"Doesn't that feel good," Mona cooed. She writhed as if she was enjoying the feel of his hand on her ass.
"Yeah," gasped Fred, digging his fingers into her taut ass flesh.
"Now slide your fingers down the crack."
Fred hesitated for a moment, then cautiously ran his fingers down the lining of wiry hairs overing the walls of Mona's ass crack. He inhaled sharply as his fingers hit into the pink flesh of her small anus.
"Don't you want to stick your prick in there," she asked jerking her buttocks upwards.
Fred planted his knees between her outspread legs. Mona raised her buttocks, spreading her backturned thighs wide apart.
"Reach into that drawer, will you, please," Mona cooed. Fred turned around, stretched out a muscular arm, and pulled open the draw to the nightable by the side of the bed.
"Get out that tube," said Mona. She had given Styles careful instructions on the preparations for her session with Fred Gold.
"K-Y Jelly?" said Fred, a puzzled note in his voice.
"Yup," said Mona brightly. "Never heard of it?"
" 'Fraid not," said Fred, handing her the snail, white tube.
Mona sat up swiftly, and turned to Fred. "This is to make it fit in easier," she said, a tone of heavy lust in her voice. Fred stared at her hands as she opened the tube.
She rubbed some of the clear lubricant onto the light-brown skin of her hands then slowly ran her jellied fingers over the quivering shaft of Fred's erection. Fred inhaled sharply, his body shuddering as her fingers caressed his yearning male member.
"All ready now," said Mona, reaching for a tissue and wiping the residual jelly off her fingers. Fred's prick glistened with its coating of clear colored lubricant.
Mona rolled over again and pressed her large, round breasts into the sheet. She raised her buttocks, swinging the sensual, rounded flesh in a slow, circular motion under Fred's lusting gaze.
He planted his knees between her backturned, outspread thighs and lunged forward, the slippery, quivering shaft of his prick sliding down into Mona's ass crack. She thrust her hips backwards, the opening of her anus slamming against the swollen head of Fred's erect cock.
"Push in," she gasped, contracting her muscles so that the walls of her ass crack closed around Fred's prick. Fred gripped her chocolate-brown sides tightly and pushed forward, inserting the head of his cock into the black woman's ass-hole.
"That's it, baby," Mona cooed, thrusting backward. The shaft of Fred's prick slid deep into her anus. He leaned forward, the wiry black pubic hairs at the base of his prick scratching against the taut skin of her ass cheeks. Fred gasped loudly.
Mona began working her penetrated ass around in a slow, circular motion.
"How does it feel," she said with a practiced gasp.
"It's good, good," Fred grunted. He pressed his fingers into her soft, supple black skin, running his hands up her sides. Mona raised her torso slightly, and Fred cupped the palms of his hot, horny hands over her breasts. He took the long, black nipples between his thumb and forefinger, roughly massaging the hardened black tits.
"That's right, that's good," said Mona as he started to pump his prick slowly in and out of her ass-hole.
"Know where to put your hands next?" said Mona, thrusting her ass cheeks against Fred's thighs.
Without answering, he jerked his hands away from her tits and slid his fingers down the smooth, even plane of her stomach, pushing his fingers into the wiry black hairs of Mona's pussy pelt.
"Hey," she said, "That's right!"
Fred dug his horny fingers into the pink, wrinkled folds of skin just below her bush of wiry black pubic hair. He closed his eyes, and an image of Claire's naked body flashed through his mind. His fingers found the lap of female flesh covering her tiny clit.
"You do know your stuff," gasped Mona, surprised. None of her tricks, and there had been hundreds of them, had ever given her a flash of pleasure. Fred had accurately and skillfully found her clit, and his fingers scissored her tiny love bud in a passionate, clutching grip. Waves of sexual pleasure rolled over her. For a brief moment she thought it was Styles who was firing with passion her anus and clit.
"It's against the rules to come with a trick, but," she thought. Then she decided to surrender herself to what ever pleasure Fred Gold could bring her..
"How'm I doing," he grunted, bending over her upraised buttocks.
"Good, good," gasped Mona. "Keep your fingers doing what they're doing!" pumping his prick madly in and out of her ass-hole, his hands massaging her tiny love bud. He felt the walls of her cunt contract and suck at his probing fingers. Mona groaned loudly, and her ass-hole tightened around his invading cock with a crushing, vise-like grip. She felt the cock begin to jerk violently inside her anus, then her orgasm exploded in her brain. She lifted her head up off the mattress, opened her mouth wide, and let out a long, low, animal wail of passion. Then she felt hot gobs of semen splash against the walls of her anus. She felt Fred growing soft inside her, and jerked her buttocks away from his crotch.
"That was great," said Fred, climbing out from between her backturned legs. His prick glistened with sweat and dissolving jelly.
"I swear," said Mona, rolling over on her back and panting heavily, "I swear, you're the first trick to really make me come."
Fred stared at her silently for a moment, trying to decide whether she had actually orgasmed or was just acting. He remembered how violently her pussy had contracted at the touch of his fingers, and decided that she really had come.
"That's true," said Fred. "I mean, you felt the way my wife does when she climaxes."
"You have good sex with your wife," asked Mona, pressing her hands into Fred's thighs.
"Well, we come and all," said Fred.
"But it's getting boring and repetitious, right?" asked Mona.
"I can't say that, but we do seem to do the same things all the time."
"Well, what the hell else do you think I mean? Most married couples repeat the same moves so often, they don't even think of it as real sex."
"It hasn't gotten that bad yet," said Fred with a chuckle. "Say, do you really read up on your profession?"
Mona laughed loudly. "Aren't any training manuals available," she said. "I took a course on marital psychology when-"
"You went to college?" Fred tried to conceal his amazement. To him a whore was an uneducated, semi-criminal type of person.
Mona smiled at his amazement. "I sure did," she said. "That's strange to you right? Is it because I whore, or because I'm black?"
A look of anger flashed through Fred's eyes.
"Don't try to lay that shit on me," he said. "I was raised around black people all my life. Went to private school with black people. Got pushed out of one executive spot by a black man, pushed another black man out of a spot I wanted to get into-"
"Mister liberal," said Mona sarcastically. "Sorry. I wasn't trying to lay a racism trip on you. Just want you to see me as a person. Doing a professional job."
"Is that how you see it," said Fred. He found himself fascinated by the young black whore.
"Sure," said Mona. "What the hell-I'm living in absolute luxury, with nothing to do for it but what comes natural. I've got a good body. You've got a good head for business. If you sell your head for the lifestyle you want, what's wrong with me selling my body for what I want?"
Fred looked down at her long, naked legs. He felt a sharp stirring of desire in his loins. His prick began to throb and grow erect again.
"The logic is inescapable," he said thoughtfully.
Mona found herself a bit worried about the easy, natural way in which they were beginning to converse. If she had gone into professional life, Fred could very well have been her next door neighbor, or her patient. She reached down into his crotch and seized the shaft of his prick.
"Let's see if you can make me come again," she said, casting him a seductive look.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Sure," said Fred. Mona glanced at the clock and saw she still had time enough for one more good fuck with the man. She liked the way he had handled her questions about his racial attitudes, and liked his earnest, forthright way of dealing with what for him was a most unusual situation.
"Maybe I'll do a little stepping out," she thought. Fred reached up and grasped her shoulders, pushing her brown, naked body down onto the sheet
"Into positions at all?" asked Mona with a sly grin.
"I've heard about them, of course," said Fred, "But Claire and I usually-"
"Missionary, right?" said Mona, still grinning.
"That's about it," said Fred ruefully. He found himself growing excited at the prospect of discovering a new way to fuck.
"Know why they call it, 'missionary'? " asked Mona, pressing her naked shoulder blades into the softness of the mattress and raising her legs high over her head. She spread her thighs wide apart, the swelling lips of her wet, hot, pink cunt aimed straight at Fred's face.
"Afraid I don't," said Fred, staring at her exposed, pink pussy hole.
"The missionaries taught it to the natives-they felt it was more Christian than fucking doggie-style."
"What is doggie-style," asked Fred puzzled.
"That's what I'm going to show you," said Mona, rocking back and forth, her hands clutching her chocolate brown ankles. Then a sudden, lusty idea flashed through her mind.
"Say!" she said, her voice tone casual. She laughed to herself as she saw how she was teasing Fred. His prick swung slight, sticking straight out from his bare crotch. She could see that his cock head was throbbing from the picture she was presenting of her naked female flesh.
"Say what," asked Fred, reaching over and brushing his fingers along her juicing, horny red gash.
"Ever eat a woman out?"
Fred wasn't sure at first what she meant by the colloquial expression.
"Oh yeah," he said, recalling that the words referred to oral sex. "I'd tried it with Claire a few times, nothing much happened. She doesn't seem to like to perform orally on me, so we just let the matter drop."
"Remember where you put your finger before?" Mona asked, releasing her grip on her ankles.
She draped her bare heels over Fred's naked shoulders. She lifted her head and shoulders up off the sheet, leaning back and propping herself up on her forearms. Her nude, chocolate-brown body was now jackknifed, her feet on either side of Fred's head.
"Sure as hell do," grunted Fred. Mona twisted her body to one side, lifting a brown skinned palm off of the sheet. She shot her hand into Fred's crotch, cupping her palm under the tightened sac of his scrotum.
"How would you like to put your mouth there?" Fred cocked his head to one side and stared at her quizzically.
"My first impulse would be to refuse," he said slowly, "but considering-"
"Considering all the other changes you've gone through, why not, right?" Mona interrupted, her voice sounding casual. The casualness was as forced as her cries of passion when with an ordinary John. She found herself wanting the feel of the man's lips on her cunt meat desperately.
"Just tell me when," Fred gasped.
"Just lay on your belly," said Mona, no longer trying to keep her heavy passion out of her voice. Fred bellied down on the bed. Mona raised her knees and spread her legs wide apart. Fred slid in between her outspread, upraised limbs and thrust his face into her naked crotch.
"You've got the right idea," said Mona, her voice hoarse with lust. Fred began sucking randomly at her pink pussy skin. He darted forth his tongue, and rammed the hot, wet flesh deep into her throbbing cunthole. Mona lifted her feet off the bed and wrapped her chocolate brown legs tightly around the white skin of Fred's back.
Fred jerked up his mouth and planted his lips firmly over the folds of wrinkled cunt meat in which Mona's clit was buried. He found the protective sheath of skin over the clit with the tip of his tongue, and pantingly pushed the tiny flap aside.
"That's it," cried Mona, digging her heels tightly into his back.
Fred slowly massaged her organ of female pleasure with his tongue.
"Your hands-two fingers!" Mona shouted.
Fred shoved his hand into her crotch and rammed two fingers into the quivering meat of her pulsating pussy hole. He pushed hungrily against the quivering vaginal walls, grazing her tiny love bud with his lips.
"My ass," gasped Mona.
Fred extended the third finger of his cunt-probing hand and rammed the white digit into the pink, tender flesh of Mona's anus. She ground her naked ass into the sweat and come stained sheets, murmuring loudly.
Fred felt the walls of her cunt contract, and begin to suck at his come-wet lips. Her ass-hole tightened in a clutching grip around his probing finger. Mona pressed the back of her head into the sheet and let out a long, low: wail of pure animal pleasure. Fred's body began to shudder as her cunt spewed lady juice onto his lips and chin.
Mona reached up and pressed her hands into Fred's bare shoulders. Ecstatic pleasure rolled over her in waves as the white businessman's mouth worked her black whore pussy. She climaxed, a screaming, exploding flower of pleasure in her brain. Panting, she roughly pushed Fred's head and hand out of her cunt.
"Damn!" she said, gasping, her breasts bouncing as her torso heaved.
"You must be a natural," she continued, "that was perfect!"
Fred sat back, wiping her come off of his mouth. He stared into her eyes.
"Did that really bring you pleasure?" Mona could see the uncertainty in his eyes.
"I don't know how to convince you," she began.
"I believe you," Fred grunted. Her contracting cunt could mean nothing else.
He stared at her silently for a moment. "How about that animal fuck," he said.
Mona rolled over on her stomach and raised herself up on all fours. "I think you can figure out what to do," she said passionately. Her lithe, naked, chocolate brown body was covered with sweat.
Fred planted his knees between her upraised, backturned legs. He reached under her firm, rounded buttocks and seized the flash of pink cunt meat hanging between her sensuous thighs.
"Right," gasped Mona. The touch sent sparks of passion throughout her naked form.
Fred shoved the hardened shaft of his erect cock between her thighs. He planted his hands on her buttocks and lunged forward, slamming the swollen head of his prick against her pink cunt meat.
"I think I need a little help," he grunted. Mona twisted herself around raised a bare arm and seized the shaft of his prick.
"Now when I say 'move', you move, got it?" her voice dripped with intense passion. Fred could feel her genuine excitement, her skin tingling under his hot, sweaty palms.
She shoved the swollen head of his cock into her throbbing, juicing cunthole.
"Move!"
Fred lunged forward, burying his prick to the root in her pussy. He pressed his naked crotch against the chocolate brown skin of her ass, then leaned forward.
Mona grabbed his wrists and raised herself up. She jammed his hands over her large, round breasts. Fred clutched the brown globes of female flesh tightly. The long black nipples pressed into his palms as he slowly ground his prick into her pulsating twat.
"Oh, it's good, it's good," cried Mona, thrusting her hips towards his crotch.
Fred jammed his crotch hard against her ass, his cock head ramming into the back wall of her cunt. She lowered herself slowly to the mattress, pressing Fred's hands tightly against her torso. He lay out on her back, his prick buried deep in her twat. He slid his hands off her breasts, and ran his Fingers down the smooth, brown plain of her torso.
Mona raised her hips slightly as his fingers found her wiry, black pussy pelt. She raised her head and cried out in passion as his fingers found her clit again.
Fred began to pump his prick slowly in and out of her twat. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger over her tiny clit, making the black woman writhe and rub her naked tits into the sheet. The walls of her cunt began to contract, and suck at his prick. . The motion brought a rush of semen to the shaft of his cock.
"I'm coming," he gasped, squeezing her love button hard.
"So am I," gasped Mona. She jerked up, knocking his fingers away fro
Her passionate cry sent a red-hot shot of ecstasy through Fred's body. His penis began jerking with rapid sexual release. Then she felt hot gobs of come splash against the walls of her cunt, felt Fred soften and jerk out of her cunt.
Fred rolled off her naked form and lay out on the bed, his breath coming in deep heaves. "That was magnificent," said Mona, gasping as she rolled over and stretched out next to him.
"You, you really did come," said Fred, filled with a mixture of satisfaction and amazement.
"So did you," said Mona, toying with his limp prick. She glanced over at the clock and saw that their hour had only about two minutes to run.
"Listen," she said ruefully, "I've got to go now."
Fred caught her glance at the clock. "Time's up, huh," he said, in an even tone of voice.
"Afraid so," Mona replied. "You've only been contracted for an hourbusiness is business, even when it's pleasure."
Fred stared silently down at the wet mattress. Mona gently jerked her hand away from his crotch and got up off the bed.
"Hows 'bout meeting me for lunch tomorrow," she asked softly, pulling on the short nightgown.
Fred stared at her as the filmy garment slinked over her large, brown breasts. His gaze dropped to her crotch as the hem of the transparent nightie dropped gracefully over her pelt of black pussy hairs.
"I don't know," he said.
"Why not," said Mona. "No big love scene. Just talk."
Fred looked up at her and smiled. "Sure," he said. "What time'll be good for you?"
"I'd better call you-say, can you take calls like this at work? I mean-"
Fred Chuckled. "Up to about a week ago, I'd say no. But now I have a private phone, with an outside line-the switchboard operator'll never know."
Mona laughed. "Privilege of rank, huh? what are you, the president or something."
"No, just a brand new vice president." Mona was impressed. She could see by his eyes that he wasn't lying.
"You're awfully young, it seems," she said softly.
"Twenty-nine," sighed Fred, "youngest vee pee in the place."
"Must have taken a lot to get there," she said.
"Don't even ask," said Fred with a rueful grin. "Let's just go."
Mona drew on the silk robe she was wearing when Fred first came into the room. She stepped to the door of the suite's bedroom and opened it swiftly. Fred walked out First.
"Good evening, Mr. Styles," she heard him say. A hot flash of guilt coursed through her, then an uncertain fear. She didn't know that Styles would be waiting for her right outside the room, and was afraid that the orgasms
Fred had given her somehow showed on her face.
Fred left quickly, and was gone when she stepped into the front room of the suite.
"How did everything go," asked Styles softly.
"Didn't you. see his face," said Mona, leaning casually in the doorway.
Styles, of course, was able to Figure out what had happened by the way the young businessman had bid him a good night. But he didn't suspect that anything deeper was involved than what usually occurred.
"Seems like you were able to get him to receive his birthday present," he said absently, staring at his manicured nails.
Mona laughed at his euphemism.
"Daddy, it took about a minute and a half!"
Styles stood up and draped his arm around her robe covered shoulders.
"You did a good job tonight, honey," he said softly.
They walked out of the hotel and into Styles' car. Mona felt pleased at having carried out so easily what she thought would be a difficult assignment. And she felt excited at the prospect of seeing Fred Gold the following day.
"It's really sweet of you to help me with all this," said Clair, straining under the weight of the paper bag she lifted out of the trunk of her car.
"Hey, you and Fred are good friends of mine," said her neighbor, Randy Waite. He puffed slightly as he hefted a large cardboard box full of bottles and cans of refreshments for Fred's birthday party the following night.
"Hows 'bout a cup of coffee," she smiled, bending over to put the bag she was carrying down on the stone step leading to the back door of her house. She wore a long, loose skirt. A puff of wind blew the waist of the skirt aside as she bent down. Randy glanced over at the step, and caught a good look at her panty-covered ass. A pang of sharp lust shot through his tall, black frame.
"Stupid nigger," he chided himself. "Lusting after your neighbor's wife'" He hated to admit it to himself, but he had been wanting Clair's body for months.
Claire opened the screened back door and lugged the paper bag into her kitchen. Randy puffed in after her, plunking the cardboard box he was carrying down on the Gold's kitchen table.
"Damn!" he said, throwing his tall, heavy-set frame into a chair and leaning back. "Must be getting old, or something."
Claire stared into his handsome, angular face and laughed. "Those bottles must weigh a ton and a half!"
"That all," said Randy with a chuckle. Clair got up from the table and started preparing coffee.
"Ol' Fred out with the gang?" said Randy, seeing that they were alone in the house.
"Yup," replied Clair brightly, walking over to the table carrying a steaming hot pot of coffee. "Some of his office buddies are taking him out for a night on the town."
"Celebrating the big promotion, huh," smiled Randy broadly.
"Uh-huh," smiled Claire, pouring the black, steaming liquid into two small, yellow cups.
Claire stared at Randy's hand as he picked up the cup. His fingers were long, and powerful looking. His light-brown skin contrasted evenly with the yellow glass surface of the cup. From seemingly out of nowhere, a sharp pang of lust shot through her loins. She leaned back in her chair, and rubbed her thighs tightly together under the waist of the long skirt she was wearing. The movement drove her passions up still further.
"I wonder if it's true about their pricks," she thought, then mentally upbraided herself for the racist thought.
Randy downed his coffee in two large gulps. He pushed his chair away from the table and stood up slowly.
"Think I'd better be getting back," he said, his deep, bass voice resounding through the room.
Claire watched him walk out of the door to her kitchen. Her gaze was fixed on the outline of his firm buttocks under the tight jeans he was wearing.
She took their cups over to the sink and washed out their glazed insides slowly. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop wondering how his black hands would feel on her bare, white skin.
"Honey, I'm home," she heard a familiar voice call out. She dropped the cups into the dish drainer by the side of the sink and dashed out into the living room. Fred had just come in, and was pulling off his suit jacket.
"So how was the funeral?" he asked cheerily.
"Wonderful," said Claire with a chuckle. "How was your birthday party?"
"Like your funeral," said Fred with a wry smile. He had given up on trying to make himself feel guilty about having had sex with Mona.
"What the fuck," he thought, "it was Master's idea, anyway. Never would have thought of it myself." He hated to admit it to himself, but he felt a strong masculine pride at having made the young black whore come.
"Isn't it about time you went to bed," said Claire slyly.
Fred caught her implication. He began to feel nervous, wondering if he still had it in him to make her come. And get himself together for it, in the first place.
"Yeah, I guess it is," he said, stretching his arms out wide and yawning deeply.
He went slowly up to their bedroom, and quickly undressed. Claire dashed into the bathroom. He examined his naked flesh carefully to see that no traces of his illicit affair remained on his body.
"Guess I'm covered," he thought ruefully, then stretched his naked form out on the sheets.
Claire walked into the room a few minutes later, wearing a long nightgown. She slid under the blankets and seized his limp cock. He turned on his side, his penis becoming fully erect as Claire pressed her fingers into the rough male skin.
"Still got some left in me," he thought, a feeling of relief blending with his rapidly rising passions.
"Oooh, nice," murmured Claire. She began hoisting the hem of her nightgown up her slender limbs.
Fred pressed his hand into a cloth-covered breast. He remembered the feel of Mona's brown skin against his fingers.
"Take it off tonight," he whispered passionately.
Claire looked a bit surprised at his suggested change in their routine. But his suggestion excited her.
She got up off the bed, brushing her fingers lightly against the taut skin of his erect cock as she released her grip on the hardened male member. She stepped to the side of the bed and slowly drew the nightgown off her small, lithe frame.
"Yeah, baby," Fred gasped. The head of his prick swelled and turned bright red.
He grabbed her small mound of tit flesh as she slid back under the sheet; She turned on her side, the small pink nipple of her breast pressing tightly against Fred's palm.
"Oh, are you a horny one," she gasped. Fred responded by clamping his mouth over her full, sensuous lips. She parted her teeth and Fred slid the hot, horny, wet meat of his tongue into her yearning mouth. She reached down and seized the taut shaft of his stiff dick tightly, her fingers digging into the rough male skin.
Fred pressed the tip of his tongue to the roof of her mouth. Claire released her grip on his cock and draped a naked leg over his thigh.
Fred seized the shaft of his cock and slid the member into her pulsating pussy hole. Clair pressed her nipples into the wiry hairs covering Fred's torso and jerked her hips forward.
Fred gasped as his cock slid into the tight wetness of her cunt. He wrapped her arms around her naked frame and began to pump his penis slowly in and out of his wife's cunt.
Claire felt the slow, mounting pleasure of her husbands prick inside her. But her mind was filled with images of Randy Waite, her next door neighbor. She found herself trying to imagine that it was his big, black cock inside her, and jerked her mind back to the body of the man who was fucking her.
Fred found himself wondering at the difference between his wife's pussy and Mona's. He couldn't understand why, but, under the blankets, her cunt felt the same.
"There's got to be some difference between them," he thought, then turned his attentions to his hand, which had slid between their locked-together bodies.
"Forget where it is," Claire chided him gently, jerking her hips so that his fingers slid down the light-brown curls of hair covering her pussy.
"Nope," said Fred, his fingers reaching for her wrinkled cunt meat.
CHAPTER SIX
Mona leaned back against the wet enameled bathtub wall and thrust her long, brown fingers into the pink flesh of her cunt meat. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, filling her mind with images of Fred Gold's naked body.
"I don't know," she thought to herself, plunging her fingers deep into her cunthole. "Maybe I'm just bored-but something about that honk-"
A sharp stab of pleasure interrupted her thoughts. She ground her bare ass into the wet bottom of the enormous tub, scissoring her extended . clit between her pussy probing fingers.
"Oh, Styles, oh, Melody," she murmured, waves of pre-orgiastic pleasure shooting through her wet, naked, chocolate-skinned form. She ran her free hand up the smooth, brown plane of her torso, and fingered a long, hard, black nipple.
The lips of her cunt swelled, and spewed lady juice into the warm, soapy bathwater.
"Is this a private party," a soft voice said.
She jerked her head around sharply and smiled as she saw her friend Melody standing over her. Melody had pulled aside the glass door shower curtain, and was smiling at Mona's naked form.
"Hey, baby," said Mona softly, looking with obvious lust at her friend. Melody was wearing a pair of panties and a tee-shirt top. Wisps of black pussy hairs peeped out from under the hem of the undergarment. The points of her nipples showed clearly through the thin material of the tee shirt. Mona felt an immediate, hot, stab of lust for the tall, light-skinned woman.
"You look lonely in there, all by yourself," said Melody, her voice dripping with lust.
"Oh, it's such a big tub," said Mona with mock sadness.
Mona pulled the tee shirt off her lean, hard frame. Mona ran the tip of her tongue over her lush, red lips at the sight of Melody's naked breasts. The black nipples extended from the tan-skinned, cone shaped mounds of female flesh. Slowly and temptingly, Melody drew the panties down her supple thighs.
"Come on in, honey," Mona cooed, staring at the taller woman's naked cunt. Melody raised her leg high as she stepped into the tub, giving Mona a good look at the sweet sight of the swelling flesh of her naked cunt lips.
"Let me wash your front," said Melody, dipping her naked buttocks into the greyish, soapy bathwater. She picked up a bar of soap lying on the side of the tub and rubbed the soap tightly into her palms. Then she pressed her hands into Mona's bare shoulders, and began working the soap into the whore's chocolate-brown skin.
"Oh, your hands feel SO good," Mona cooed, arching her back and thrusting her large, round breasts forward.
Melody slid her hands down and pressed her palms tightly against the brown skin of Mona's breasts. She murmured to herself as the long black nipples dug into her light-tan palms, then rubbed the soap in slow, swirling circles around the smooth plain of Mona's stomach.
Mona shoved her hand into Melody's crotch. Melody spread her legs apart, and Mona shoved her fingers into the swelling, juicing lips of the taller whore's cunt. She pushed aside the wrinkled, swollen folds of pussymeat and shoved her horny fingers into Melody's throbbing cunt hole.
"Oh, you black bitch!" said Melody, grasping Mona's bare, wet sides with impassioned fingers.
"Black bitch yourself, yellow gal," said Mona, assuming a mock southern black accent. She leaned her head forward and pressed her thick, red lips tightly over Melody's mouth. Melody thrust her tongue forward and slid the hot, wet, meaty flesh in between Mona's parted teeth.
Mona closed her lips tightly over Melody's invading tongue, and began to suck hard at the horny, wet meat. Melody clamped her hands tightly over Mona's breasts, digging her tan fingers into the chocolate brown skin.
Melody shot her tongue out of Mona's mouth, and dropped her hands from her naked, wet tits.
"Let's you get out of that tub right now, whore," she said, her voice hoarse with lust.
Mona rose silently out of the bathwater, tiny bubbles of soap hanging from the points of her long, hard, black nipples. Melody leaped out of the tub and seized a huge bath towel.
"Let's get you all nice and dry," she cooed.
Mona stood in the center of the tiled bathroom floor and stretched out her long, supple, chocolate brown arms. Melody wrapped the towel around her naked form, and began pressing the terry cloth material into her flesh.
"Oh, you sweetheart," gasped Mona, as Melody rubbed the towel over her naked breasts.
Melody pulled the towel off Mona's naked frame.
"You're dry enough," she said lustily, her eyes filled with the naked flesh of the young whore.
She quickly rubbed the towel over her own nudity and dashed out of the bathroom.
"Hey, where are you going," said Mona with a laugh.
"Guess," said Melody, turning her head as she dashed out of the bathroom. Mona ran after her, forgetting Styles' prohibition of nudity in the front room.
Melody dashed into Mona's bedroom. Mona followed her in, and threw herself down on her large double bed. A flash of jealousy cut through the passion flooding through Melody's body.
"Number one woman got it all," she thought grimly.
Melody was the number two woman in the stable. Her own room was only slightly less lavish than Mona's, but she resented somewhat the added touches. Then she gazed at Mona's naked frame lying on the large bed, and her lusts took over again.
"So what you got for me," said Melody, parodying the street accents she had been raised with.
"So come and see," said Mona, deliberately making her voice sound higher-pitched than it actually was.
She raised her knees and spread her brown thighs wide apart. Melody threw herself belly down on the satin sheets and slid between Mona's outspread limbs.
Mona raised her feet off the surface of the bed and wrapped her legs around Melody's tan-skinned, naked form. Melody plunged her face into Mona's crotch, sucking gobs of swollen, wrinkled pussy flesh into her mouth.
Mona pressed her shoulder blades into the sheet and pressed the insides of her thighs tightly against Melody's head.
Melody poked her tongue into the chocolate-skinned whore's cunthole, pressing the soft, meaty tip of her tongue against the quivering walls of Mona's cunt.
"Oh, give it to me!" Mona wailed, pressing the back of her head into the satin smoothness of the sheet.
Melody shot her arms up and clamped her hands over Mona's large, round breasts. The hard, long, black nipples dug into her palms as she pressed her face hard against the girl's crotch.
Melody jerked her tongue out of Mona's cunt hole. Mona raised her feet up off of Melody's naked, tanned-skinned back and lifted her legs high in the air. She raised her head and shoulders up, and seized her ankles, bending her passion wracked body into a bow shape. i
Melody pulled her hands away from Mona's breasts and pressed her fingers tightly into the backs of Mona's thighs. She pressed her face to the chocolate skinned girl's ass crack. Mona cried out in passion as Melody rammed the hot, wet, meat of her tongue into the tender, sensitive flesh of Mona's anus. She rocked slightly, her back pressed into the sheet as Melody's tongue probed her ass-hole.
"My cunt, my cunt," gasped Mona, releasing her grip on her ankles and letting her feet drop onto Melody's back.
Melody jerked her tongue out of Mona's ass hole and pressed her lips to the wrinkled folds of flesh just below her pelt of wiry black pussy hairs. Almost of its own accord her tongue found the tiny flap of skin over Mona's clit, and poked the protective sheath of female flesh aside.
"Yeah!" cried Mona sharply.
Melody grazed the hardened love bud with her lips. She shoved two fingers into the whore's cunthole and pressed hard against her quivering vaginal walls.
She felt the walls of Mona' cunt contract and begin to suck at her lips. She shoved her free hand into Mona's ass crack and rammed a horny finger into her ass-hole, the pink, tender flesh wet with her saliva.
The phone rang shrilly. Mona jerked her head up, startled, her passions cut short just as they were rising to orgiastic heights.
"Oh, what the fuck!" she cried out angrily.
"You just lay here and keep your pussy warm," said Melody, "I'll get it." She jumped quickly off the bed, knowing how angry Styles would get if they flubbed a phone call.
"Remember," he said to them, "You don't know if it's important until you pick up the damned receiver and find out!"
Melody's body shuddered with passion as she dashed out of Mona's bedroom.
A quiet, educated-sounding voice asked for Mona as she picked up the receiver.
"Hold on, honey," said Melody sweetly. "I'll get her for you."
She put the receiver down carefully and ran back into the bedroom.
"It's for you, honey," she said, smiling at Mona's naked form. "Didn't give his name."
Mona remembered with a start that Fred was supposed to call her this afternoon.
"Now what the fuck," she muttered loudly, steeping off the bed. She darted a slender arm into her clothes closet and pulled out a bathrobe. Draping the robe she dashed out of the bedroom and ran to pick up the phone.
"This should be interesting," thought Melody. She slipped out of the bedroom and ran into the room Styles used on the rare occasions when he wanted to sleep alone. She picked up the extension phone, hoping that Mona wouldn't hear the soft click.
"Good," she thought, the silence in the receiver indicating that Mona had not as yet answered the call. She sat down on Styles' unusually small bed and pressed the receiver tightly against her ear.
"Hello, Mona?"
"Speaking. Who is this, please?"
Melody smiled grimly. "Mona's sure learned her lines well," she thought to herself. Although she liked the young whore, she could never get over the differences in their backgrounds. She was painfully aware that
Mona had in her childhood the things her poverty-stricken background could never give her.
"Hi, it's me, Fred. Sorry I couldn't call any earlier."
"Oh, that's fine, Fred honey. You just would have woke me up-we sleep pretty late around here."
Melody jerked the phone away from her mouth, unable to contain her gasp of amazement.
"Goddamn," she thought, "sounds like missy's stepping out!" She clamped the phone receiver tightly over her ear and pressed her buttocks tightly into the softness of Style's mattress.
Fred chuckled. His uneasiness when he was dialing Mona's number had faded rapidly. Although he sounded casual, he had spent the whole day agonizing over whether or not to call the young black woman. The sound of Mona's seductive voice made him glad he had called. He leaned back in his swivel chair, a broad smile crossing his face.
"So what time will you be free," he asked, glancing at his watch.
Mona paused for a moment, running her schedule through her mind.
"Hows 'bout two," she said.
"Great! Anyplace special?"
"You pick it"
"okay, it'll be a surprise-Oh, I'm sorry, no pun intended."
Mona laughed shrilly. "Well, I guess it's about time you surprised me."
"So meet me in front-"
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
"Ah, no. Not at all."
"So you're ashamed to be seen with me?"
"Oh, cut the crap! You look as much like my wife as she doesunless you decide to dress up as a hippy."
"My tan's a little deeper."
Melody gripped the edge of the bed tightly. A grim smile spread across her light-tan, angular features.
"I have me a story to tell," she muttered to herself. "Mona's my friend and all, but where I come from-"
Her thoughts trailed away as she considered the difference between friendship and a better place in the stable's tough pecking order.
"Sorry, Mona honey," she thought. She leaned back, propping herself up on her forearms, cradling the phone receiver on her shapely shoulder.
"You missed your calling," said Fred with a chuckle. "You should have been a black comedian."
"Well, I sure have made that, considering all the clowns I've been with."
"Oh, ho! So you think I'm a clown?"
"Yes, a harlequin. You ought to wear bells on your shoes!"
"Remind me to remind my secretary to order a set. Pointed hat, too?"
"Of course. Say, don't you have any work to do?"
"Who me? I'm an executive. You trying to chase me off the phone?"
"Yup. Kind of busy." Mona giggled as she spoke.
"okay, then. Where'm I going to see you."
"Hows 'bout by the hotel? We both know where it is."
"okay, then. Bye."
"Bye," said Mona softly, hanging up the phone. A feeling of strange excitment flashed through her chocolate covered form. She walked swiftly back into her bedroom, her lusts rising as she thought of Melody's waiting nakedness.
Melody heard the click as Mona hung up the phone. She dashed swiftly out of Styles' room, and into the bathroom.
"I'll be with you in a minute," she called out.
Mona walked back into her bedroom and threw off the silk robe. Naked, she lay out on the large bed, brushing her chocolate brown fingers against the swelling lips of her cunt.
Melody stepped in a few minutes later. She tossed off the robe she was wearing and threw herself down next to Mona. Mona rolled over on her side. Melody turned to face her. Mona arched her shoulders back, thrusting her large, round breasts into Melody's cone shaped boobs.
Melody pushed her head forward, her lush, sensuous lips ramming into Mona's mouth. Mona darted her tongue forth, and Melody sucked the hot, wet, meaty flesh into her mouth.
Mona rubbed her long, black nipples against the flesh of Melody's cone shaped mounds of female black flesh. Melody slid her hands between their locked together bodies and seized Mona's nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
Melody closed her lips tightly over Mona's invading tongue, rubbing her hardened tits with impassioned fingers. Mona murmured over the tongue in her mouth and wrapped her arms around Melody's tan-skinned frame.
Melody thrust her hips forward, rubbing her cunt hairs against Mona's pussy pelt. Melody poked Mona's tongue out of her mouth and planted her lips to the graceful curves of Mona's neck. Mona cooed with pleasure as Melody rubbed her lips down the smooth, chocolate brown plain of her torso.
Mona lifted her head and shoulder off the surface of the mattress as Melody sucked her hair-covered brown pubis into her woman-hungry mouth. She twisted herself around and reached into the drawer of an antique night table by the side of the bed.
Fumbling, she dragged a long, sleek, vibrator out of the drawer. Melody curled herself up into a fetal position and twisted around completely. Her head was now at Mona's crotch, her twat by Mona's face.
Mona planted a hard kiss on Melody's cunt lips as the light-tan skinned woman rammed her head into Mona's woman hungry twat. Mona lifted her thigh and crushed the supple, brown flesh onto the side of Melody's head. She sucked the wrinkled flesh of Mona's pussy into her mouth, draping her arm over Mona's buttocks.
Mona jerked her face away from Melody's crotch and flicked on the vibrator. Melody heard the familiar, purring noise and murmured passionately into Mona's cunt.
Mona rubbed her Finger over the bullet-shaped head of the vibrator, making sure that the motor was turned up to its most intense speed. She placed the head of the vibrator to Melody's cone shaped breast.
Melody's body jerked at the touch of the quivering plastic to her black bud nipple. She began sucking furiously at Mona's swollen, juicing cunt meat.
She ran the vibrator over the tanned surface of Melody's breasts slowly, pressing the head of the vibrator tightly into the supple woman flesh. Melody's body shuddered as she rammed her tongue against the quivering walls of Mona's pulsating pussy.
Mona pressed the vibrator head into the supple skin of Melody's smooth, firm stomach. Melody dug her fingers into Mona's buttocks, then slid her impassioned, woman-wanting digits down the lining of wiry hairs covering the walls of Mona's ass crack. She raised her thigh as Mona slid the vibrator down her wiry black pulsating pussy pelt.
Mona pressed her lips tightly into Melody's cunt hairs. She placed the quivering, humming head of the vibrator to the pink, wet, hot lips of Melody's cunt. The taller, tan skinned woman's body shook violently as Mona caressed her cunt flesh with the plastic instrument of pleasure.
Melody slid her finger into the pink, tender flesh of Mona's anus. Mona shoved the vibrator deep into Melody's cunt hole. Melody cooed into Mona's cunt, and pressed her lips to the quivering pussy meat just below Mona's pelt of wiry black pussy curls.
"Oh, honey!" gasped Mona, pushing the head of the vibrator tightly against the passion-wracked walls of Melody's cunt. Melody lowered her leg, pressing the supple skin of the inside of her tan thigh to Mona's invading hand and crushing her cunt lips against the vibrator.
Melody poked aside the tiny flap of skin over Mona's clit. She rammed the hot, wet, woman wanting meat of her tongue over Mona's love bud.
Mona cried out sharply, jerking her wrist forward and pushing the head of the vibrator against the back wall of Melody's cunt. Melody rubbed her thigh against Mona's hand.
Melody rubbed her lips over Mona's hardened love bud, feeling the walls of her cunt contract and suck at her lips and chin. Waves of orgiastic pleasure flooded her body as the vibrator worked its way around the inside of her hot, throbbing cunthole.
Mona's ass-hole tightened in a crushing, vise-like grip around Melody's probing finger. Come spewed out onto Melody's lips and chin as Mona climaxed, sighing loudly. Mona jerked her hand up and rammed the head of the vibrator into the quivering flesh at the top of Melody's pussy gash. Melody jerked her head out of Mona's crotch.
"Give it there!" she cried out passionately.
"Sock it to me!"
Mona twisted her wrist and rammed the vibrator into the wrinkled folds of flesh in which Melody's clit was buried. Melody pressed her arms tightly around Mona's passion-wracked form as the vibrator brought her to a slow, flaming climax.
Melody jerked her crotch away from Mona's hand, rolled over and lay flat on her back, her breath coming in deep heaves.
Mona's chocolate brown form was covered with sweat. She clicked off the vibrator and laid down next to her on the sweat and come stained sheet. "Nice little toy you've got there," said Melody, gasping. Her breasts jounced back and forth as her torso heaved with her deep breaths.
"Isn't it cute," said Mona, staring at the plastic instrument. It's white surface glistened from its coating of lady juice.
"Let me see," said Melody, stretching out a tan-skinned arm.
She picked up the vibrator gingerly, and held it under her nose.
"Smells like pussy," she said with a chuckle.
Mona lay back on the bed, raising her knees and spreading her legs wide apart.
Melody raised herself up on all fours and crawled over Mona's spread-eagled form, clutching the vibrator tightly. She twisted herself around, planting her knees on either side of Mona's head.
Mona reached up her arms and grasped Melody's hips tightly. Melody flicked on the vibrator and began running the humming, quivering plastic head along the smooth, chocolate brown plane of Mona's stomach.
Melody lowered her body slightly, letting her nipples brush against Mona's naked, melon-like breasts. Mona pulled her bare twat down to her woman-hungry mouth and clamped her lips tightly over the swollen pink meat of Melody's cunt.
Melody curled her arms around Mona's upraised, outspread thighs and ran the vibrator head along her supple, sensuous flesh. Mona wriggled, ramming her tongue deeply into Melody's cunt hole. She pressed her fingers into the firm skin of Melody's buttocks, pulling aside the cheeks of the tan skinned woman's ass.
Melody brushed the high-speeded head of the vibrator across the swollen meat of Mona's twat. Mona shuddered, ramming her tongue against the pulsating walls of Melody's pussy.
Melody shoved the vibrator into Mona's cunt. Mona cried into Melody's pussy opening, then shoved her lips up, clamping her mouth to the cunt meat at the top of Melody's gash.
Melody slid the vibrator penis-like in and out of the throbbing, juicing hole of Mona's cunt. Mona rubbed her lips over Melody's tiny, hardened love bud.
"You got it!" gasped Melody. She jerked her wrist up and planted the vibrator head over the skin folds in which Mona's organ of female pleasure was growing hard. Deftly, she reached her other hand into Mona's crotch.
Groping, her fingers found the tiny flap of skin covering Mona's clit. She poked the tiny flap of protective female flesh aside and rammed the head of the vibrator onto the quivering love bud.
Mona's whole body shuddered violently with orgiastic passion. The touch of the vibrator to her little love bud sent a wave of passion through her naked, chocolate-brown body. She grazed her teeth over Melody's clit, and felt the walls of her cunt begin their familiar suction against her lips and chin.
Melody wailed loudly, pressing the pointed tip of the vibrator right down on Mona's clit.
Come spewed out onto Mona's lips and chin. She jerked her head out of Melody's cunt, feeling the walls of the woman's cunt cease their orgiastic contractions.
She pressed her shoulders into the sheet, opened her mouth wide and let out a long, low, wail of passion. Melody jerked the vibrator out of her twat and rolled over, laying out next to her. Their naked, black bodies were covered with sweat.
"So what was that phone call of yours, anyway," gasped Melody, stretching out her long, supple arms.
"Oh just some business matter for Styles," said Mona casually. A tingle of fear crept through her as she realized the implications of her meeting with Fred. And lover or not, she wasn't going to tell Melody what was going down. She forced herself to sound casual, bored even with having to answer the phone.
"Like what," asked Melody with a yawn. She found herself fascinated by Mona's attempt to cover her tryst.
"Girl sure knows how to keep her cool," she thought, turning her gaze to the naked black body lying next to her on the bed.
"I, I'm not sure exactly," said Mona, silently cursing herself for not writing up some kind of makeshift message.
"Melody, I love you," thought Mona, "But I know you'd run right to Styles with all the bad news."
Mona's feeling of unease was heightened by the fact that she didn't know exactly what Styles would do to her. She was sure that he wouldn't like his number one woman stepping out on him. But she had never known him to beat or act violent towards her or any of the girls.
"Just what does he do," she thought, brushing her fingers along the sensuous flesh of Melody's arms. A couple of times a whore had been caught in some transgression or other. Styles called her into his room. They would emerge about fifteen minutes later, the whore crying and saying that she shouldn't have done what ever it was that made Styles displeased with her. But the woman bore no signs of beating whatsoever.
"Anyway," Mona continued, "It seemed to be some kind of salesman. I left a message in Styles' room."
Melody looked up at the ceiling and smiled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Fred tried to make himself look inconspicuous as he stood in the lobby of the huge hotel. He looked at his watch, muttering to himself.
"Damn" he said, seeing that it was already Fifteen minutes past two, "where the hell is she!"
He stared at each cab that pulled up by the curb in front of the hotel.
Finally, Mona's tall, sinuous form emerged from a cab. She dashed up to him, smiling broadly.
"Hi, honey!" she called out. "Sorry I'm late!"
Fred stared silently at her for a moment, transfixed by her appearance. He hadn't thought about what she would be wearing for their lunch date. He gaped at her as if he was a teenager. She was wearing a short, yellow dress, the pale yellow color contrasting beautifully with her chocolate brown skin. The hem of the dress's skirt revealed more than half the supple, sensuous flesh of her thighs. The top clung to her torso, revealing beautifully the outline of her large, round breasts.
"Hey, you look great!" said Fred, fighting to compose himself. He didn't want to appear awkward in front of her.
"And you look like the most proper young exec," she smiled.
"Shall we be off," said Fred, making his voice tone sound somber and serious.
"Let's," said Mona, a lilt in her high pitched voice.
Fred called a cab. They jumped in. Fred muttered some instructions to the driver and the yellow taxi sped off.
"Oh, wow, you have a little class," said Mona with a laugh, seeing the ultra-imagine restaurant that Fred was taking her to.
Fred turned to her and grinned. "A little," he said, with a shrug of his shoulders. Mona giggled and took his arm as they walked into the restaurant.
They sat down at a small table in a quiet, darkened corner. Fred ordered cocktails from a grisly-looking waiter.
"So. How was your night," said Mona, leaning back in her chair. Her eyes flashed seductively as she spoke.
"Quiet and peaceful. Not like yours, I would imagine," said Fred with a huge grin.
"So what do you think my night was like," asked Mona chidingly.
"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. Sex, drugs, the usual." Fred dropped his gaze to the swell of her large, round breasts as he spoke.
"Right," said Mona with a giggle.
Fred looked at her abashed. He had tried to imagine what the life of a prostitute would be like, but found himself unable to separate what he had read of them in pornographic novels he'd bought as a teenager.
"Who is Mr. Styles," Fred asked, knowing the answer and hoping Mona wouldn't say it.
"Well, he's sort of like the president for whom you're the vice president," said Mona casually. She knew that if they were to have an affair, some things would have to be cleared up first. She felt a bit nervous, but decided to tell Fred exactly what her life was like. She drummed her slender Fingers on the hard formica surface of the table and waited for Fred's reply.
"You mean your boss? but a prostitute's boss is called-"
"A pimp," Mona interrupted.
Fred jerked his head up and stared into her dark eyes. Mona watched his face as he composed his next statement.
"I've heard a lot of horrible stories-" he began, his voice low. He dropped his gaze to the table as he spoke.
"That was the old days," Mona interrupted Firmly. "Back in the early part of this century, and even up till the fifties, pimps were like slave masters. Today they're more like your boss at work-they have a product to sell, and people who produce the product for them. I produce."
Fred's facial expression changed rapidly. A smile spread across his handsome, fair skinned face.
"I'd thought, or I was hoping I could think, that that was the case," he said gently.
Mona leaned back in her chair, sliding her buttocks forward. She brushed the side of her bare ankle against Fred's leg.
Fred felt a shiver of passion shoot through him at the feel of her skin against his leg. He coughed, and excused himself.
"Got him going," thought Mona excitedly.
The waiter brought them their drinks, bending low over the table as he placed the tall, frosted glasses neatly down in front of them. He straightened up stiffly, and strode off.
Fred took a long sip at his drink. The alcohol ran down his throat, warming him with a sensual hotness that he felt in the pit of his stomach. He had firmly told himself that he was not going to 'funch', the office worker's term for a fuck at lunchtime, with her. But he felt an all-too-familiar sensation in his groin as he stared at the beautiful black woman seated in front of him.
"Do you sleep with Styles," said Fred, taking another long sip at his drink.
"Sure," said Mona coyly, raising her glass to her lips. She ran the soft, pink, meaty tip of her tongue slowly around the rim of the glass. Fred followed the movements of her tongue with his eyes.
"Oh, uh, that's part of the deal, right?"
"Well, honey, pimps always sleep with their whores. That part of the business hasn't changed at all." Mona smiled kindly as she spoke.
"What would he say if you slept out? I mean, not professionally."
"Honey, I always sleep professionally," laughed Mona, hoping to divert his line of questioning. She could see that her references to her relations with Styles was making the man uneasy.
A sharp stab of lust shot through Fred's body. He decided to drop the subject, and found himself peering at his watch.
"You in a hurry, or something," said Mona, tapping the toe of Fred's shoe with her foot.
"Huh? oh, no," said Fred with a laugh. "One of the benefits of being an exec is that no body's going to yell at me for goofing off."
"Yelling at is your job, right," smiled Mona, pressing her foot hard into Fred's shoe.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so," said Fred ruefully. "Try not to do too much of it though."
They ordered their lunch and ate silently, occasionally casting glances into each other's eyes. Fred felt his lusts growing by leaps and bounds. He tried to keep his mind off sex, to fight back the steadily growing bulge rising out of the fabric of the crotch of his slacks. But Mona's lush voice and clearly outlined features made this impossible.
"OH, that was GOOD!" said Mona enthusiastically, wiping her lush, red lips with a cloth napkin.
Fred dropped his fork to his empty plate, startled by the clanking noise it made as it hit the dirtied enameled surface, leaned back, and patted his firm stomach.
"Quite a meal, I agree," he said with false somberness. Mona giggled at his assumed voice.
"So why don't we go off somewhere," she said with a coy smile.
"No, lets not," thought Fred, a sinking sensation in his stomach accompanying his rising feelings of lust.
"Sure," he heard himself answer. "Where would you like to go?"
"Visit my private apartment," said Mona, reaching into her handbag and pulling out a fat string of keys.
"But don't you live with Styles?"
"Yes, I have a room there, that I sleep in a lot. But I also have my own place." Mona decided not to mention that the apartment was one Styles had set up for her to entertain certain of his clients. She wanted to keep their conversation as far from possible from what she did for her living.
They stood up and stepped away from the table. Mona stepped close to Fred as he turned to leave, accidentally on purpose brushing her hand over the bulge growing out of the crotch of his slacks.
Fred inhaled sharply at the touch on his rapidly erecting, cloth covered prick. His lust rose like an erupting volcano, and he fought to keep himself from trembling. He paid quickly, and walked out, his arm in Mona's.
Randy Waite fretted and fumed.
"Goddammit," he muttered, turning to his wife Julie who was sitting next to him in the back seat of the taxi.
"Honey, you know that midtown traffic is going to be murder at this time of day, so just cool yourself off."
Randy said nothing. He drummed his fingers on the vinyl car seat and stared out the cab's front window.
Julie turned her head and peered out the side window of the cab.
"Hey," she said, tugging at Randy's sleeve. "Isn't that Fred Gold?" She gestured to a tall, suited figure walking with his arm locked in that of a beautiful black woman's. Randy twisted his head around and stared at the direction in which Julie was pointing.
"Yeah, that's Fred, all right." he said, squinting.
"What do you suppose he's doing with that woman?" Julie's voice held a note of grim suspicion as she spoke.
"Either he got himself a nigger," said Randy with a broad grin, "Or else he's entertaining an important client.
"The latter does seem more probable," said
Julie with a hint of skepticism in her voice.
The cab moved forward with a lurch. Randy leaned back in his seat and took a good, long look at Fred and the woman he was with.
"Damn," he said to himself. "That is one hell of a woman. She looks good-too good, I'd say."
"Well, we're under way at last," Julie giggled. Her comment jerked his attention away from Fred and the black woman.
The cab slowly turned a corner. Julie stared intently at a woman who was struggling with an immense dog on a long leash. Randy looked out the opposite window and saw Fred and the black woman entering a large, imagine-looking apartment building.
"Now that doesn't look like a business deal to me," thought Randy, staring up at the huge, modern building.
"No shit!" He leaned forward and stared, amazed out the window. Fred had curled his arm tightly around the woman's waist as they walked through the building's big glass doors.
"Looks like Claire's going to be lonesome," he thought lustily.
He promised himself to arrange a visit with Fred's wife as soon as possible.
Melody leaned back against the fur-covered couch and lazily lit a marijuana cigarette. She stretched out her long, slender legs and filled her lungs with the sweet tasting smoke.
She heard a soft click, the sound of the front door to the huge apartment being opened with a key. She expelled a huge cloud of the thick, white smoke and smiled grimly.
"Here comes the man," she thought. Her cunt lips began to swell at the thought of Styles' naked form crouched over her. She especially looked forward to having sex with the man today, because of the tale she had to tell him.
"Styles, honey," she thought, the grim smile spreading across her tan-skinned, angular features, "Have I got a sad story for you!" Her head around to see the tall, light-skinned figure of the pimp standing over the couch.
"Hi, daddy," she cooed, staring up at him with lust-filled eyes.
She leaned over and casually extinguished the joint. Styles looked around the empty apartment.
"Mona around?" he asked absently. Melody coughed.
"Shit," she thought, "He's always asking after his chocolate doll. Guess I'm only second best, all the way around. Maybe his mind'll change after I talk to him a little. But I'd better take care of business first.
"Something's up," said Styles to himself, scrutinizing Melody's face. He could never point out exactly, but he could always tell when something was wrong with one of his women. He had learned to read people's faces and gestures quite early in life. A part of survival in the kind of childhood he'd had was knowing when he was going to get hit, and by whom.
He stared speculatively down at Melody's robe-covered frame. A shot of lust shot through his loins.
"Honey, I need a bath," he said, pulling off his suit jacket and tossing the garment down on the couch.
"I'll run it for you," said Melody, jumping up off the couch. She dashed into the lavish bathroom and threw off her robe. Naked, she knelt down by the. enormous bathtub and turned the faucets on full.
Styles walked into the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing an oriental-looking bathrobe. A red, fierce-looking dragon had been embroidered on the back of the black cotton garment. Two large Japanese characters were embroidered on either side of the jacket's lapels.
Melody turned and plunked her bare ass down on the side of the tub.
"Is that new," she said, staring at the unusual bathrobe.
"Yeah, got it this morning," grunted Styles. Melody got up and pulled the robe off his shoulders. He was naked underneath, and fully erect. His eleven-inch prick stood straight out from his wiry-haired crotch, the head swollen.
"Friend of mine says it's a Japanese fireman's robe," Styles said, stepping into the steaming-hot tub.
Melody picked up a bar of soap. She dipped the lemon-scented soap into the steaming bathwater, and rubbed the soap into her light-skinned palms.
Styles turned his back to her. Melody rubbed the soap into his broad, powerful back, working her hands in slow circles. She bent down, rubbing the soap into the small of Styles' back, then pressed her sensuous fingers tightly against the taut skin of his buttocks. Styles stiffened his back and gasped.
"Damn! your hands feel good today, girl," he said.
Melody purred seductively, rubbing the soap in large, circular white swirls against the dark skin of the pimp's ass. She slid her hands around and began rubbing the soap into his stomach. Styles' body trembled with lust.
"Hows 'bout a little coke for us," he said hoarsely.
Melody ran her soapy fingers over the taut shaft of his erect cock and quickly darted away from his tall, heavy set frame.
"Oh, please, daddy," she said coyly. She put the bar of soap down on the side of the tub. She stepped away from the tub as Styles carefully lowered his buttocks into the hot water.
"I'll get it," she said shrilly, pulling on her silk bathrobe.
She dashed out of the bathroom and into Styles' bedroom. She pulled open a dresser drawer, and pulled out a glassine envelope filled with white powder. Her eyes fell on several fat marijuana cigarettes lying on the bottom of the drawer.
She stuck her head out of the bedroom's doorway.
"Styles, honey, can we smoke one of these?"
Styles turned around in the tub. "Yeah, bring two in," he grunted.
Melody dashed back into the bathroom, carrying the mirror, cocaine and two of the large cigarettes. She placed the mirror carefully down on the side of the tub.
"Watch you don't splash everything, daddy," she cooed, her voice a soft, seductive purr.
"Girl, if I don't know what I'm doing, you wouldn't be here," said Styles with a laugh.
He drew one of his long, heavy arms out of the bathwater and carefully shook the excess water off his hand. Melody dashed over to a towel rack and brought over a small hand towel. She wiped Styles' hand dry, then tossed the towel into an open laundry hamper.
Styles measured a small amount of the white powder onto the mirror. He looked up at Melody quizzically.
Melody clamped her hand over her mouth and giggled. "I'm sorry," she said wistfully, I forgot the razor."
She leaped up and walked over to the medicine cabinet. She unwrapped a razor blade and laid it carefully on the mirror. Styles looked up at her and smiled.
The pimp drew himself into a crouching position, his knees pressing against the slippery, wet wall of the tub. As he carefully divided the pile of white powder into lines, Melody thrust her hand under the bathwater and seized his gigantic, erect penis.
"Easy baby," he muttered, "You're going to cause an accident."
Melody squeezed his prick hard and darted her hand away from his crotch.
Styles snorted two lines of the cocaine into his nostrils with a slender tube that Melody had brought. He handed the mirror and tube to her, and she quickly snorted the white powder.
The drug hit her like a flash fire, driving her lusts up to the boiling point. Styles lifted a soapy, wet hand out of the bathwater and began running his powerful fingers along the smooth, supple surface of Melody's sensuous thighs.
"Oh, daddy, your fingers feel so good," Melody purred, moving her lithe, naked form in a snake-like motion.
Styles slid his buttocks along the wet, enameled surface of the tub and leaned against a wet wall. He spread his legs wide apart, the head of his stiff dick popping up above the surface of the water.
Melody slinked into the tub. She planted her bare feet firmly on either side of Styles' outspread legs, and slowly lowered her naked buttocks to the gray, soapy surface of the bathwater.
Styles reached up and firmly grasped her lean, graceful sides. He pulled her twat down to the head of his erect prick. Melody leaned forward, planting her hands on his bare, wet shoulders and lowered the swollen lips of her cunt down onto his erect prick.
Styles tugged firmly at her nude form and Melody pressed her quivering cunthole to the head of his prick. Styles jerked his buttocks upwards as Melody slid her twat down onto his stiff dick.
"Oh, it feels so great," she squealed, wriggling her naked hips.
Styles' prick slid deep into her cunt. She pressed her bare buttocks to the firm, rough skin of his thighs and leaned forward, ramming her naked boobs into the muscled plane of the pimp's torso.
Styles wrapped his arms tightly around her light-tan skinned form and clamped his mouth over her lush, thick lips. Melody parted her teeth. Styles shoved his tongue into the hot, horny wetness of the black whore's mouth. Styles closed his lips tightly over her invading tongue, and began to suck at the wet, hot, meaty flesh.
Melody began to grind her hips in a slow, circular motion, feeling the swollen head of Styles' erect prick slamming into the back wall of her cunt. The feel of her nipples pressing against his chest sent electrical flashes of passion through her tan-skinned frame.
"Oh, you're good," grunted Styles. She cooed softly as he ran his hands down the graceful curves of her back, rubbing her bare buttocks hard against his wet, soapy thighs.
She felt his penis begin to jerk violently inside her, then felt the familiar sensation of hot gobs of come splashing against the walls of her well-trained pussy. Styles panted hard, lifting her up and down on his prick as he climaxed.
Feeling the contractions of his ejaculating prick subside, Melody jerked her naked twat away from the pimp's crotch and stood up in the tub.
Styles leaned back his head, sliding forward and seizing her hips. The back of his head pressed into the wet, slippery side of the bathtub. Melody lowered her naked twat towards his face. She bent over, her naked, cone-shaped, tan skinned breasts hanging over the edge of the bathtub, and planted the light-skinned palms of her hands firmly on the tiled bathroom floor.
Styles raised his head and planted his mouth over the swelling, juicing meat of her pink cunt lips. He sucked the wrinkled flesh hungrily into his horny, black mouth, his fingers digging deep into the supple skin of Melody's hips.
Melody pressed her crotch tightly against his probing, cunt eating mouth. He rammed his tongue deep into her quivering, come-wet cunthole, pressing the tip of the soft meaty flesh against her throbbing vaginal walls. He jerked up his mouth and planted his lips over the wrinkled folds of female private flesh just below Melody's pelt of wiry black pussy hairs. She groaned, her body writhing, as his well-practiced tongue pushed aside the protective flap of skin covering her tiny clit.
"Eat me, DADDY!" Melody cried out, the drug adding greatly to her almost unbearable feelings of orgiastic pleasure.
Styles rubbed his lips over her hardened love-bud. He reached up and slid two fingers into her quivering cunthole, extended a third finger and shoved the impassioned finger into the tender flesh of her anus.
He felt the walls of her cunt contract and begin to suck at his probing, cunt filled mouth. Her ass-hole tightened around his finger in a crushing, vise-like grip. Melody's body shuddered. She leaned back her head, opened her mouth wide, and let out a long, low wail of animal passion.
Styles jerked his fingers away from her cunt and ass holes and grasped her sides, pulling her cunt away from his come-wet mouth. She staggered back, then stepped quickly out of the tub.
"Oh, daddy, that was magnificent," she murmured, rubbing herself down with a thick bath towel.
Styles rose slowly out of the tub, the soapy water running off his light-brown, heavy set frame.
Melody draped the towel around him and began to rub his trembling body vigorously. She pressed the terry cloth material of the towel to his firm, round buttocks, then quickly jerked her hands around and clutched the towel tightly to the thick, hard shaft of his still-erect penis.
Styles bent down and picked up the cocaine, mirror and cigarettes that Melody had brought into the bathroom. He handed the drugs to the young, tan-skinned whore.
"Let's go into my room," he said hoarsely. His prick quivered, and Melody could see that he was far from through with her.
"Don't forget your robe," he called out. Melody was just about to dash out of the bathroom.
She cupped her hand over her mouth and giggled shrilly. "Sorry I forgot," she said wistfully, "but you made me so horny-"
"I'll take care of that good," said Styles with a grin. Melody drew the robe over her bare shoulders. Styles quickly pulled on the Japanese fireman's robe and followed her as she walked out of the bathroom.
Melody threw herself down on Styles' enormous, round bed. She pressed her shoulder blades into the satin covering, arching her back so that her breasts thrust forward from the tan-skinned, supple plane of her torso.
Styles walked over to the dresser and picked up one of the fat marijuana cigarettes. He put the joint to his lips slowly, his eyes fixed on the naked woman lying on his bed.
Melody watched with hungry eyes as he put a lighted match to the end of the joint. His cock head swelled large as he drew the sweet smoke into his lungs. He sat down at the edge of the bed and handed the joint to Melody.
Melody took a long, deep toke and handed the cigarette back to Styles. He turned, so that he was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Melody handed the joint back to him.
He put the cigarette to his lips and stared down with glazed eyes as Melody slid around and pointed her pretty head to his naked crotch. She seized the thick shaft of his erect cock between her thumb and forefinger, then bent her head forward.
A tiny drop of semen appeared from the small slit in the tip of the cock head. Melody darted out her tongue and licked off the tiny drop of come. She pressed her lush, thick lips to the swollen cock head, and bit down gently.
Styles groaned softly, leaning back and propping himself up by planting the palms of his hands on the soft, satin sheet.
Melody slid her mouth down the length of the thick shat of his cock. Styles took a long, deep toke of the fat joint. He tapped Melody on her shoulder as he expelled the thick, white smoke from his nostrils.
Melody jerked her face away from his crotch, his hardened penis shaft banging against her lower lip as the thick member slid out of her mouth. She took the joint from him and filled her lungs with the sweet tasting smoke.
Handing the joint back to Styles, she pressed her face to the head of his erect cock, planting a hard kiss on the swollen, sensitive, male flesh. She slid her mouth back down the hardened shaft, blowing a huge cloud of smoke into the bush of wiry black hairs surrounding the base of the shaft of Styles' prick.
Styles watched lazily as the smoke billowed around his light-skinned stomach. Melody began to suck hard at the taut, male flesh of his cock. Styles leaned over, nearly jerking her mouth off his prick as he extinguished the joint in a nearby ashtray. He leaned back again, and closed his eyes, feeling semen rush into the shaft of his prick.
Mona felt his prick begin to jerk violently, thrusting its swollen head against the roof of her mouth. She pressed her lips tightly over the taut, male flesh, then felt gobs of hot semen come spurting into the hot, horny wetness of her mouth.
"Oh, okay, baby," he grunted. Melody jerked her face out of his crotch and leaned back, gulping as she swallowed his sweet-tasting come.
"Make daddy happy?" she cooed, planting her bare buttocks on the carpeted floor of the pimp's bedroom.
"Now," thought Styles, sitting up and gazing at her naked form.
"Come sit up here on the bed with me," he said softly.
Melody climbed up on the bed and planted her cute little ass into the softness of the satin sheets.
"Now tell me what's wrong," said Styles, staring straight into Melody's eyes.
"Damn!" thought Melody, studying the look on the pimp's face. "Bet he's all but figured it out already. Better play this one careful, real careful. Make believe that I don't want to open up."
"What do you mean, 'wrong', " she said, dropping her gaze to the surface of the bed.
"Come on now, honey," said Styles, his tone soft but firm."I know when something's not right with my women."
Melody said nothing. She kept her gaze fixed on the blue satin sheet.
She ran her fingers along the sheet, placing her hands gently on Styles' hard, muscular thigh.
"There is something going on around here," said Styles. "It is very important for me to know what it is.
Melody almost blurted out the whole story, but kept her mouth shut.
"Better let him work it out of me," she thought, running her fingers along Styles' thigh. "If I don't play this right, I'll be in the doghouse for what his number one's been up to."
"I have to know," said Styles firmly.
"I, I don't want to say anything about my friends here," said Melody. She gently shoved her fingers into the pimp's crotch.
The word 'friends' made Styles' ears perk up. He brushed her caressing hand away from his crotch.
"It's got to be Mona," he thought.
Melody let her hand rest on the sheet, inches from his bare thigh.
"Have I ever told you the story of Maryanne?" Melody lifted her eyes to Styles' face as he spoke.
"No daddy," she said guiltily, dropping her gaze to his semi-erect prick. Styles reached over and fished the half-smoked joint out of the ashtray. He lit the burnt end and took a deep drag, handing the cigarette to Melody.
"Maryanne was one of my best women ever," Styles continued, his tone somber and pedagogic. "She started to hate the Johns. She hated them so much she used to piss on their faces. I started losing regular, high paying clients right and left. And none of the other girls wanted to inform on her. If the matter had continued, the whole stable would be right down there in the streets." He gestured towards the window as he spoke.
"The point I'm trying to make," he continued, "Is that it's not a matter of informing-certain information is vital to the group as a whole. Now tell me all you know of what's been going on.
"Now," thought Melody.
She looked straight into Styles' eyes as she spoke.
"Mona's stepping out on you," she said, her high pitched voice a low mumble as she spoke.
Styles stared silently at her for a second, reading her face and eyes to see that she wasn't lying. He decided she wasn't.
"Now I want you to tell me everything you know. Everything."
Melody took a deep drag on the joint and told Styles about the phone call she'd overheard earlier that afternoon.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Give me that skinny, white prick," Mona gasped.
Fred pulled off his underwear, staring with lust filled eyes at the naked body of the chocolate skinned woman lying on the large bed. His penis sprang forth, fully erect.
As he stepped over to the edge of the bed, Mona sat up quickly. She reached out her long, supple arms and seized his naked waist. She planted a hard kiss on the swollen head of Fred's prick, then licked off the semen that had gathered at the tiny slit in the prick's head.
Fred gasped sharply as the hot, wet, meaty tip of Mona's tongue poked into the tiny slit. He bent forward, clamping his hands onto her soft, supple shoulders.
Mona pressed her lips tightly over the cock's swollen head, then bent forward, sliding the taut, quivering shaft of Fred's prick into her mouth. She curled her tongue around the taut, male flesh, pressing the tip of her tongue against the long vein running the length of the underside of the penis's shaft.
She slid her tongue until the hot, horny flesh pressed against the sensitive underside of the head of Fred's prick. She felt his prick begin to jerk violently inside her mouth. She slid her hands to his buttocks, feeling the firm, rough-skinned ass cheeks quiver as Fred's prick thrust its swollen head against the roof of her mouth.
"Mona, Mona," Fred groaned, working his penis in and out of the hot, horny wetness of her mouth.
Then she felt hot spurts of semen fill her mouth. She jerked her face away from his crotch and seized the base of the prick's shaft tightly, giggling as the semen splashed out onto her face.
"Does,-doesn't that bother you," said Fred, gasping.
"No, I like it," said Mona, raising a come-soaked face to his lust filled eyes. "Semen is very clean-it's just come from inside of you, where things have to be clean. And it feels so warm and good."
"My wife doesn't like the idea of come splashing into her mouth," said Fred, lying back on the bed and pressing his shoulders into the softness of the mattress.
"You mean she's never gotten you off orally," said Mona, a tone of surprise in her lush, sexy voice.
"Well, she's taken my prick in her mouth a lot," said Fred, "But she's never made me come."
"Maybe you should give her lessons," said Mona.
Fred laughed and reached out his arms to her. Mona climbed up on the bed and squatted over his naked form, the swollen lips of her cunt hovering above his semi erect penis. She planted her feet firmly on either side of his rough-skinned thighs, then thrust a chocolate-brown hand into his crotch.
His penis became erect the moment her fingers brushed against the softened male flesh.
Mona squeezed his erect prick tightly, making the head swell and turn bright red. She lowered her cunt lips onto his swollen prick.
Fred reached up and seized her large, round breasts. His passions boiled over as her long, black nipples dug tightly into his palms. She sat down on his thighs, his penis ramming into the back wall of her quivering cunt. She began to work her buttocks slowly, in a grinding, circular motion.
Her wiry black pussy hairs meshed with the bush of hair surrounding the base of the shaft of Fred's cock.
"Oh, it's so good," she gasped, jerking her naked hips up and down on the hardened shaft of his erect cock. Fred pressed his hands deeply into the soft, supple flesh of her brown busts, then tweaked the nipples between his horny fingers. Fred slid his hands off of Mona's breasts and pressed his slim, white fingers into the chocolate brown plane of Mona's torso. He pressed his hands tightly against her naked waist, then pushed his fingers into the wiry, black curls of hair over her well-trained pussy.
"Right," said Mona with a passionate gasp.
His fingers dug into the wrinkled folds of female flesh just below her black pussy pelt. Mona leaned back, pressing her hands to Fred's knees and giving him a good view of the area his impassioned fingers were probing.
Fred found the tiny flap of skin covering her clit. He poked aside the protective sheath of female flesh, then scissored her hardened, extended clit between the first two fingers of his cunt-hunting hand.
"Oh, Fred, Oooh," cried Mona, lifting her head and wailing passionately.
Fred felt the walls of her cunt begin to contract and suck at his invading penis. He felt semen rush into the base of the shaft of his prick and began jerking his buttocks up and down, ramming his dick in and out of the black whore's cunt.
Mona leaned back, her fingers pinching the flesh covering Fred's legs. Her large, round breasts jiggled as she shook with her climax.
Fred's prick began to jerk violently inside her cunt, slamming its swollen, come spurting head against the walls of her throbbing, juicing cunt.
Mona jerked her hips up and down, gasping as waves of orgiastic pleasure rolled through her naked, sweat-covered form. With a Final, cry of passion, she stretched out next to him.
"That was great!" said Fred, panting, his breath coming in deep heaves. Mona turned on her side and began running the tips of her horny fingers over Fred's muscled torso.
"You know," she said sadly, "I guess I should have met you a long time ago."
Fred stared up at her silently. She looked into his eyes, then dropped her gaze to the sweat and come stained sheets.
"You mean so that you could have been a housewife instead of a whore," asked Fred, a cynical note in his voice.
Mona laughed. "Same difference, I guess," she said. She extended a lean, supple arm and thrust her hand into the businessman's crotch.
Claire didn't know exactly what had happened, or how. One minute she and Randy Waite were sitting and having coffee together at her kitchen table. Then they went into the living room and sat down on her couch.
Now her face was pressed tightly to his, his tongue buried deep in the wet hotness of her lusting mouth.
"This is wrong," she thought, caressing Randy's invading tongue with her own. Randy reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"I shouldn't let him do that," she thought again, but made no move to push her tall, Hack neighbor away from her impassioned frame. Then a sharp stab of invincible lust tore through her pretty body. Randy's fingers had found the small mounds of her breasts.
Randy seized her wrist and thrust her hand into his crotch. Claire pressed her fingers tightly onto the bulge growing out of the fabric of his jeans. An electrical shock of lust shot through her probing fingers, up her arm, and right down into her brown-haired twat.
Randy pulled aside the sides of her blouse and yanked the tails of the plain cotton garment out of the hem of the short skirt Claire was wearing. She poked his tongue out of her mouth and jerked away from him.
"Randy, we shouldn't," she began.
Randy answered by pulling the garment off her shapely, sensuous shoulders. Claire extended her arms and let the handsome black man pull the blouse off her supple, sexy torso.
"I like small tits," Randy gasped, staring at her exposed flesh. He clutched her bare sides tightly, Claire's body shuddering at the touch of his strong, hot, horny hands. She leaned forward and planted a hard kiss on his throat.
Randy slid his hands up her slender, naked torso and pressed his hot, horny fingers tightly into the small mounds of her breasts. The tiny, pink bud nipples dug into his hot, sweated-up palms, sending his lusts into a storm of desire.
"Oh, we mustn't," murmured Claire, fumbling with the buckle of his belt.
Randy slid a hand along her thigh, under her short skirt. She cried out in total abandon as his fingers pushed into her panty-covered twat. She writhed, grinding her buttocks into the surface of the couch as his fingers slid under the elastic hem of the undergarments and rammed into the swelling, juicing lips of her cunt.
The feel of his fingers on her pussy broke down the last of Claire's resistance.
"I want to see you naked," she gasped, jerking herself away from his cunt digging fingers.
Randy slowly stood up from the couch.
He unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned the tops of his jeans. Claire watched with lust-filled eyes as he slid the garment down his hard, black legs. She stood up, reached behind her and undid the clasp of her skirt. She let the garment slide down her lean, slender thighs, then hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties.
"Here," grunted Randy, his pants bunched up around his ankles. "I'll do that."
He stepped out of his jeans and clamped his hands firmly onto Claire's panty covered hips. He jerked the undergarment swiftly down her thighs, gasping as he saw the light-brown curls of pussy hair covering her horny little snatch.
"Oh, you're a pretty one," he murmured, thrusting a passionate hand between her legs.
Claire closed her thighs tightly over his probing hand, silent as her lusts rose in her like fire.
Randy darted his hand out from between her locked thighs and quickly pulled off his underpants. His penis sprang forth, fully erect.
"God, you're big," gasped Claire, staring at his exposed male member. She had never seen a penis as large as his. The head was swollen, and pink in contrast to the black skin of the prick's shaft. She reached out a cautious hand and ran her fingers over the taut, male flesh.
Randy shivered, wriggling his naked buttocks.
"Let's see the bedroom," he gasped. Claire quickly darted out of the room, Randy following close behind her.
Claire through open the door of the bedroom she shared with her husband Fred. She threw herself down on the large, double bed, raising her knees and spreading her legs wide apart.
"Take me," she gasped, grinding her naked ass into the sheets.
Randy dropped down beside her and planted his knees between her spread-eagled limbs.
Claire spread her legs wider apart as Randy seized the thick shaft of his prick. He put the head of the cock to her throbbing, juicing cunthole and leaned forward, clamping his hands over her bare breasts.
"Stick it in," Claire groaned, pressing her naked shoulder blades into the softness of the mattress.
Randy jerked his hands off her breasts and clutched her bare sides. He slid forward, the shaft of his prick sliding deep into the tight walls of her swollen cunt.
Claire reached up and curled her arms around his naked back. She pulled his lean, hard torso down onto her naked chest, the points of her tiny, pink bud nipples digging hard into the rough, black, male flesh.
"Put your hands on my ass," Randy grunted.
Claire slid her hands down the muscled plane of her black neighbor's back and pressed her impassioned fingers tightly into the skin of his buttocks. Randy began to pump his prick in and out of her throbbing cunt.
He slid a hand between their locked together bodies and pressed his fingers tightly into the smooth plane of Claire's stomach. She groaned loudly as his fingers dug into the mat of light-brown curls of pussy hairs covering her prick-impaled crotch. She screamed as his fingers found the wrinkled folds of pussy meat just below her light-brown pelt of pubic hairs.
Then he rammed his impassioned fingers down hard on her tiny love-bud, finding the flap of skin over the little clit effortlessly. The motion brought Claire to an immediate, shuddering climax.
The walls of her cunt contracted around his invading prick. Randy felt semen start to creep into the base of the shaft of his cunt-embedded cock, but tightened his ass-hole and took in a long, deep breath. He always wanted his woman to come first.
Claire pressed the back of her head into the mattress and let out a long, low wail of animal passion.
The pleasure mounted, then became unbearable.
"Stop, stop, oh, god, STOP!" she shouted out, desperately jerking her cunt away from Randy's prick.
Randy pulled his prick out of her cunt and sat up, watching her torso heave as the last waves of her orgasm rolled over her naked form.
Claire sat up slowly, her lithe body covered with sweat.
"I'm sorry you didn't come," she gasped, her torso heaving as she struggled to normalize her breathing.
"I'll show you how to make me come," said Randy hoarsely. His erect cock stood straight up from his naked crotch.
He climbed off the bed and stood at the edge, pressing his knees into the mattress.
"Come over here," he said softly, his voice dripping with lust. Claire crawled over to where he was standing on all fours.
"Sit up," said Randy.
Claire dropped her bare feet to the hardwood bedroom floor. Randy's erect cock hovered right in front of her face.
"Eat me," said Randy, a commanding note in his lusting, deep voice.
Claire looked up at him, a mixture of lust and uneasiness on her pretty face.
"I don't really like to do that," she said quietly. She rubbed her tongue over her sensuous lips as she stared at his erect prick.
"Ever try," said Randy, jerking his buttocks forward so that the head of his cock brushed against Claire's lips.
"No, no, I haven't, not all the way," said Claire, a strong note of lust in her voice.
"Well, there's always a first time," said Randy.
Claire opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Randy thrust forward, sliding the head of his cock between her sensuous lips.
She closed her lips over the thick, quivering shaft of the black man's cock and grasped his bare buttocks tightly.
She curled her tongue around the thick shaft, sucking gently at the taut, male flesh.
"Harder!" said Randy, a sharp note of lust in his voice.
Fifteen minutes later, Claire lay back, Randy's prick buried deep in her cunt. She had decided that there was nothing wrong with having semen flood her mouth.
"I've got something new for Fred tonight," she thought, then gasped loudly as Randy clamped his hands over her bare tits.
Mona wiped the tears off her pretty, chocolate brown face. She and Styles had just had a long, serious discussion.
"I, I guess I'll call him now," she said, a slight sob in her voice.
"Not right now, honey," said Styles softly, reaching up and stroking her robe-covered form.
Mona turned slowly around and stared down at the pimp lying on her bed. She felt a tremendous relief. Styles had confronted her with the news of her affair, and she had broken down, telling him everything. She cried from relief, not from breaking off her infant affair with the young businessman. Instead of a beating, Styles had given her a long, carefully-reasoned discussion.
"I mean, you'd rather have me, right," he said softly.
"Only you, Styles," said Mona, smiling brightly at her pimp. She drew the robe off her shoulders and stretched out naked on the bed. Styles pulled off the robe he was wearing and pressed the palms of his hands onto her naked buttocks.
Mona raised her hips up, pressing her chin into the blue satin sheet. Styles rubbed jelly over the hardened shaft of his erect cock and pulled the cheeks of her naked, chocolate-brown ass wide apart.
"Only you, daddy," murmured Mona, as Styles slid the hardened shaft of his prick down the crack of her ass.
EPILOGUE
Claire leaned back against the sofa and half-watched the television. She felt a tremendous sense of relief. Hours ago, she and Randy Waite had decided not to continue their relationship.
"Just can't wait 'till bedtime tonight," she thought, rubbing her thighs together under the terry cloth bathrobe she was wearing. The experience with her neighbor had taught her a number of new ways to perform with her husband.
Fred Gold sat on the opposite side of the couch, staring at the garish colored lights emanating from the television set.
"Yeah, I guess it's best. What the hell, 'guess'! It would be absoutely impossible!"
Mona had called him at work and told him that their brief affair must be finished with. He, too, had learned a number of new ways to please his wife in bed.
Claire stretched out her arms wide and yawned deeply.
"Do you really feel like watching the news?" she asked casually, hoping her voice tone did not reflect the anxious lust rippling through her slender form. She felt almost like a schoolgirl as she contemplated the ways she would surprise Fred.
"No," said Fred, his own lusts rapidly rising. "I'm tired as hell myself-think it's better we just go to bed."
Claire followed silently behind him as he casually walked to their bedroom. Fred walked over to a closet as they walked into the room. Clair sat down on the edge of the bed. Fred began to unbuckle his belt.
"Let me help you undress," she said, her voice a soft, seductive purr.
Fred turned his head sharply around. The sound of her voice sent a sharp pang
He walked over to where Claire was sitting at the edge of their large double bed.
"Come here, honey," Claire murmured. She undid the buckle of his belt. Fred stared down at her, a look of lust mixing with the look of astonishment on his face.
"What are you doing," he asked hoarsely.
He had planned to introduce a number of variations in their sexual routine that night. Now it seemed like Claire was doing the same thing.
"Taking off your pants," she said coyly. She unbuttoned the tops of his slacks, zipped down the fly, and yanked the trousers down Fred's lean thighs. She let the garments drop to the floor.
She pressed her hands tightly into the rough, masculine skin of Fred's thighs, then slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs. With a deft, jerking motion of her supple wrists, she pulled the undergarments down his legs. His penis sprang forth, fully erect.
Fred felt a powerful lust roll over him. The head of his bared, erect penis swelled and turned a deep pink. A tiny drop of cum appeared in the tiny slit in his penis's head.
"Remember what you're always asking me to do," murmured Claire. She reached out her arms and planted the palms of her hands firmly on his buttocks.
Fred's prick dangled in front of her face.
She leaned forward, planting a hard kiss on the head of his stiff cock. Then she licked off the tiny drop of cum at the tip.
Fred thrust his hips forward. She opened her mouth, and closed her lips tightly over the swollen head, digging her fingers tightly into the taut skin of his buttocks.
"Oh, Claire, oh, baby," Fred gasped, as she slid the hot, horny wetness of her mouth over the hardened penis shaft.
Fred bent his knees slightly, and pressed his hands tightly into Claire's bare shoulders. He jerked his buttocks, jerking his prick in and out of her mouth as she pressed the tip of her tongue into the taut shaft of his penis.
She felt the prick begin its ejaculatory contractions, slamming its swollen head against the roof of her mouth. She pulled aside the cheeks of his ass as she felt hot gobs of semen splash into her mouth and murmured over the quivering, jerking prick between her lush lips.
Fred's orgasm exploded like an artillery shell in his brain. He felt his penis cease its impassioned jerking and darted his buttocks away from his wife's face.-
Claire sloshed the semen around in her mouth. Feeling the smallest bit of revulsion, she tilted back her head and bravely swallowed Fred's come. The sticky substance felt surprisingly sensuous as it slid down her throat.
"Ridiculous of me to feel disgust," she thought as the come dripped into her stomach. "It's been inside me hundreds of times."
Fred threw himself down on the bed. Claire stretched out, pressing her buttocks firmly into the mattress.
"No, honey," Fred panted, "Turn over.. "
Claire flipped over on her stomach, pressing her breasts tightly into the smooth sheet.
Fred stepped behind her and shoved his hands under her waist.
"We're going to doggie-fuck," he whispered passionately.
Claire raised herself until she was crouched on all fours. Cooing passionately, she thrust her bare buttocks towards her husband's naked crotch.
