Chapter 1
It was an old brownstone like most of the other house on that little side street. Once that section of the town had been populated by old established families but high taxes and environ mental changes had driven most of those old families out of the town itself. During the past few years those once proud, old brownstones had become cheap rooming houses. It was really too bad but a sign of the times, so it seemed.
"Can I help you?" asked a well-stacked colored broad wearing a short, almost skintight uniform. I'd barely had a chance to move into the entrance hall when she'd opened the door in answer to my ringing of the bell.
"You have an ad in the paper," I said, aware at once of the way her big, dark eyes were moving slowly over my six-foot-three frame while she made no effort to hide the fact that my size and build aroused the sexual lust deep in her loins.
"It's more like the whole third floor, man," she replied as I let my eyes move boldly over her sexy body, making no effort to hide from her the fact that her build aroused that same animal lust in my loins as the sight of mine aroused in hers.
"Sounds as though it might be just what I've been looking for," I said, pushing my way past her into the entrance hall and making it a point to let the back of my left hand brush against one of her lush black thighs.
"It ain't a bad deal, man," she said after pushing the door shut behind me and turning so that we stood looking each other right in the eye. "Twenty bucks a week ain't bad if you can take all the fuckin' that goes with it."
"Do I get to see the room first?" I asked trying not to let her see that she'd startled me by talking so frankly.
I'm no man of the world, not by a long shot, but I've been around long enough to have learned a few things. One of the things I've learned is that letting a broad, black or white, learn that she can shock you by talking just a little bit dirty, is a sure-fire way of turning her off fast. I had no such desire to turn off such a well-stacked bitch.
"Follow me," she said, turning on her heels when she'd at last looked me over well enough that she'd decided to at least show me what she had for rent.
I followed her up the stairs staying far enough behind her to have a good view of her hips under that short, skin-tight uniform. A man can tell a hell of a lot about what any broad is going to look like naked, by watching the roll of her ass while she is going up a flight of stairs.
The way the buttocks of that black bitch rolled under that tight uniform, I knew she was going to be one hell of a good-looking broad when stripped naked. Even fully clothed she was one hell of a chick. Oh, I know a lot of guys who'd cop out at just the thought of fucking a black bitch no matter how willing she might be, even if she had the shape of a beauty queen. Well yours truly wasn't one of those stupid kind of bastards.
Even back in high school I'd earned myself a pretty good name for being willing to fuck or suck any broad, black or white, anytime anywhere I got the chance. Shit! I'd gone down on a black bitch of twenty when I'd been but seventeen and fucked her good after that just to prove I had guts enough to do it.
It wasn't long after I'd proven myself to be a real man to that black bitch that everybody in town knew my name. They all knew that Vance Daniels was a handy man to have around when a broad wanted to do some sucking and fucking. It had been almost funny how popular I'd suddenly found myself with even the chicks in the upper classes there at school.
"Once you've made the climb it's not so bad," the colored broad said, turning to face me, as she reached the third floor.
"Do I have to do my own cleaning way up here?" I asked, glad I'd left my bags below before making that first trip.
"I guess that's between you'n me, man," she said rolling those dark eyes of hers at me. "I don't get paid to clean up here by Mrs. Chester and her girls."
"Perhaps we can arrange something that'll make it kind of worthwhile for you to come up here once a day and clean up for a poor, lonely man," I said, letting one of my hands reach out to catch the hem of her short uniform and lift it above the tops of her fishnet nylons, as though I had every right in the world to do just that very thing.
"You're feelin' what I felt when I first opened that door," she said taking a key from the left hand pocket of her uniform and moving towards the door there at the head of the stairs, as though she were used to having a perfect stranger catch the hem of her uniform and lift it above the tops of her nylons like I was doing.
"Tell me how you felt, cunt," I said, feeling that I'd show her I knew all the right words, too.
"Like I jest couldn't wait until you stuck that big, hard cock of yours deep into my black pussy for a change," she replied, moving to push open the door.
"I can see you're lookin' to get fucked good," I said, taking note of the fact that she wore only a garter belt rather than the usual pantyhose most broads would wear under such a short dress.
"Shit! workin' round this here place a body gets so they can't hardly think "bout nothin' but gettin' fucked, man," she answered and that was the second time she'd spoken as though all was not strictly the way it might seem there in that old brownstone house.
"May I ask just who this Mrs. Chester is?" I asked letting go of her skirt so she might lead the way through the door she had just unlocked fof me with the feeling that things were going to be improving where my sex life was concerned the moment I passed through it. "You have made some interesting cracks about the lady in question without really saying what was actually behind those cracks."
"Mrs. Chester and her three daughters live here when not on that island they own near Florida," she explained. "I'm their housekeeper both here and at the house on the island, makin' it kind of nice."
We'd moved into the big, low room that had to be the whole third floor. The first thing I spotted was the fact that the whole north side of the roof was nothing more than one giant skylight. Beneath that giant skylight was a long work table that would be perfect for my typewriter. The place had surely been planned by a writer or painter.
"So why would such a fine lady be taking in boarders?" I asked, even though there was already one of those real wild kind of ideas forming in the back of, what some people called, my dirty little mind.
"It's the best way of meetin' menfolk for a lonely lady who don't think it's proper to be out lookin' for men in the bars, like some of these younger bitches do," my guide informed me, as she drew my attention to the big, triple size bed, sitting under the low caves of the northeast corner, by moving to it and turning back the covers.
"You mean to say that if I take this room she'll come up to visit me from time to time?" I asked, moving up behind the young lady who was bending over that big bed in such a way that the hem of her uniform was drawn well up over the tops of her nylons. She damn well knew that a lot of sexy flesh was showing.
"It won't be for no little visit," the black bitch informed me, as she turned very slowly around. I discovered that once her hands had skillfully turned back the bed clothes, they'd gone to work unfastening the front of her almost skin-tight uniform. "The lady comes up to the third floor only when she desires to be soundly fucked." That black bitch wasn't even wearing a bra and with the melon-shaped breasts she had, she could have used one.
"So it's your job to check out the men first when they come to look over this third floor and make sure no duds get in up here," I said, stepping forward very quickly to take those full, melon-shaped breasts in my hands. "Well I kind of like the idea of you being the first to discover how well I fuck." If those breast of hers had had longer nipples I'd have called them tits. The nipples were little more than darker circles around those tiny holes there in the very center of each full mound of soft, black flesh.
"Mrs. Chester had to go see her lawyer today," the black bitch informed me, as she leaned closer. "If she was here I'd never have gotten to say more'n hello to you, man." She was breathing hard while the soft, black flesh beneath my fingertips began to grow very firm.
"So, that would seem to be her problem," I said and laughed softly. "How many white men have you been fucked by, cunt?" My one hand had moved off her right breast to ease her uniform off her one smooth, black shoulder thinking about how sexy she was going to look wearing only her garter belt and nylons.
"I seen that lawyer," she said and her breath was so hot I could feel it on the back of my hand. "Wouldn't mind spendin' all that time between his thighs."
I had worked the uniform down over those smooth shoulders of hers so that it could slip down along her arms to fall at last in a pile about her trim ankles. I'd been right in thinking she'd look real sexy wearing only her garter belt and nylons. If I was any judge of broads, and I felt I was a fair one, she was the kind of broad who liked to have a nice hard cock driven deep into her cunt with one powerful thrust. After that, she didn't care how she got fucked as long as she felt that first powerful thrust.
"Cool-as they used to say," I said stepping backward to get a little room so I might undress.
"No, baby," she cooed, coming forward to grip both my hands firmly in hers. "You're gonna do all the work later. Stretch out on that soft bed and let Sarah do the work of taking off your clothes."
If she thought I was going to give her an argument over that kind of arrangement, she was out of her skull. Shit! I'd learned how highly aroused a bitch could become from performing the simple task of unfastening and removing a man's clothes for him, knowing he'd be fucking her good once she'd finished her simple little task.
"You didn't answer my question, cunt," I reminded her, as I stretched out there on the huge bed'. "How many white men have you fucked?"
"Oh, I lost count a long time ago, man," Sarah replied, while those skilled black fingers of hers made quick work of opening the front of my shirt. "Any man that has what it takes to stay up here over two weeks always gets around to fucking me real good, if only to prove he still has what it takes."
"Now what about these three daughters you've been rather catty about?" I asked, as I felt those slim black fingers move in under my shirt and do little walking steps through the thick mass of hair covering my chest.
"Oh, there're three of those white cunts all right, lover," Sarah cooed, as her lips brushed my ear lightly. "They're fourteen, sixteen, and eighteen. They all like nice hard cocks every bit as much as their momma does."
"So the lady has three daughters who like nice hard cocks real well," I said and the thought passed through my mind that unless Sarah was pulling my leg real good, what went on in the old brownstone could top anything I'd ever written about in any of my books, to date at least.
"The fourteen-year-old gets home 'bout three-thirty," Sarah cooed, as her left hand pulled my shirt wide open so that she might lick one of my nipples with the tip of her tongue. "If the light is on up here she'll come hoppin' right up to look you over real good."
"Don't you think fourteen is really just a little young?" I asked, as that bitch's tongue moved back and forth from one of my nipples to the other.
"Nobody worries too much about her age once they get a look at them big tits of hers."
"Really that big are they," I said closing my eyes and letting the warmth from the tip of that skilled tongue seep all through my body.
"They done won her three beauty contests down in Florida already and you know big tits ain't that important to a gal down there, unless they're really somethin' else, man," Sarah said as her fingers worked first on my belt buckle, then the zipper of my fly.
"I've always been a nut for big tits," I confessed, lifting my ass slightly from the bed when I felt her trying to tug down my pants and shorts. "I go for tits with good-sized nipples that a guy can suck between his lips and roll around good." The bitch was pulling both my pants and shorts down over my hips at the same time in her eagerness.
"Oh, you're hard already, lover," Sarah cooed, as I felt my swollen cock spring upward into the air while my pants and shorts were pulled down past my knees.
"Shit! I'd have to be dead not to have a hard-on, cunt," I gasped, for the bitch had moved quickly downward over my body and was breathing right on the tip of my cock so that her hot breath was sending chills down my staff, into my balls, and on up my spine, clear to the top of my thick skull.
"Mrs. Chester sure is going to have to open those satin thighs of hers nice and wide to take all that good meat into her, man," she said and I'll be darned if she didn't giggle.
"What do you think you're going to have to do?" I asked and the thought of driving the full length of my eleven-inch cock deep into that black cunt of hers with one smooth thrust made me almost cream right then.
"I ain't one of those thin ladies of high fashion," Sarah said and giggled again. "Like so many bitches, she thinks you menfolk really dig skinny broads the most."
"Nothing wrong with a bitch who stays slim," I said, knowing it would be stupid to try and form a picture, in my mind, of what the lady of the house might look like from what Sarah might tell me about her.
"You men always gotta wear such big shoes," Sarah said, for she'd learned she had to first remove my shoes before being able to pull my tight pants and shorts off over my feet.
I lay there as relaxed as a man can be at such a time. Every now and then one of those soft, melon-shaped breasts would very gently brush one of my legs. When that happened, my swollen cock would jerk just a little. When my shoes had been removed and my pants and shorts pulled off over my feet, I sat up to slip out of my shirt. Shit! If I was going to fuck a naked bitch real good, I had no need for the shirt, not even the cigarettes in its pocket, for a while at least.
"Now you stretch out while I perform the same big, big favor for you, cunt," I said, grinning wide at the black bitch.
"I can take my garter belt and nylons off, lover," Sarah cooed and the way her eyes were glowing I could well picture the way she'd tear those garments from her lush body.
I reached across the bed and gave her a good swat on that bare ass of hers. There is something about the sound made the by palm of my hand striking the soft flesh of a broad's bare ass that has always given me a special kind of thrill. I got that same thrill from swatting Sarah's black ass and gave her a second one for the hell of it.
Sarah let out a sharp little cry when I swatted her that second time and quickly did as she'd been told. It was, after all, one way she could make sure my hand didn't have another chance to swat that lovely ass of hers again. I got to my feet, took a firm hold on her trim ankles and pulled her across the bed until her ass was just barely resting there on the edge of the mattress. I then lifted her feet up and placed each of them on one of my shoulders.
"Hey, the blood's rushin' to my head, man!" Sarah gasped and I chuckled softly, as my hands slid slowly down over those shapely nylon clad calves of her legs, down over her rich, full thighs to pass lightly over the thick mass of black curls covering the fullness of her cunt mound.
"Everything is going to feel like it was rushing in the other direction very shortly," I promised, as my fingers moved back up over those lush, bare thighs to find the tops of her nylons, then the garters that held them snuggly in place.
I made quick work of the two garters holding up the left nylons, just as quick work of those holding up the right, and began rolling both nylons down over her lush, black thighs at the same time. She was breathing hard and I swear it looked as if those full cunt lips of hers were opening and closing ever so slightly, as though trying to suck more fresh air deep into her burning loins. Oh, she was so hot, she'd very likely reach an orgasm even before the full length of my cock was buried all the way in her cunt channel.
"You don't have to work so slow, man!" she gasped, her hands closing into tight little fists at her sides and beginning to pound the mattress beneath her.
"You're going to feel every hard, hot inch of my cock when I drive it all the way to the top of your head," I said and laughed softly. "If you think the inside of your cunt is churning now, just wait, baby."
"I don't dig guys who're nothin' but a lot of hot air, lover," she gasped.
"What about this fourteen-year-old?" I asked. "You're not just pulling my leg about the size of tits she's got." I slid my hands under her and got a firm hold of her buttocks.
"She won't let you fuck her in the normal way, not with her being a virgin and all," Sarah gasped and she was really breathing hard as the desire mounted not only in her churning cunt channel but all through her lush body. "She'll let you wrap your cock up with those big tits of hers though, if a girl can really do that."
Christ! If what the black bitch was saying happened to be true, I'd walked into something. Sure, I'd been looking for a new place to sit my typewriter, the chance to get to meet some new and perhaps interesting people to write about, but this seemed to be something else. Shit! I could write a whole book on what happened between myself and Sarah up there on the third floor of the old brownstone. If Mrs. Chester and her girls were really that sexually starved, I'd have enough material to write what was known in the field as a blockbuster.
"You've got a real nice ass here, cunt," I informed Sarah and laughed softly. "Nice tight little hole I'll bet." I moved my hips forward to let her feel the head of my cock against that smooth black ass of hers.
"This ain't that time of the month, bastard!" she spat and her whole body jerked violently when she felt the heat from the head of my cock against her smooth, bare flesh.
"Shit! I didn't know you broads still worried about that little thing anymore, not with the pill to take," I said, letting the tip of my cock brush over her tiny asshole.
"No! Please!" she cried sharply. "I'll suck it real good if you'd like. Not my poor ass, man!"
"Who're you trying to kid, bitch?" I asked and placed the palm of my hand flat against those full cunt lips of hers, so that I could feel the heat pouring forth from that hot love channel of hers. I knew she couldn't take too much more of my teasing without reaching an orgasm.
"Please?" she begged. "Shove that big, hard cock deep, deep into my cunt and fuck, fuck, fuck the livin' hell out of me."
"Now let's not get too carried away?" I asked wondering just how many men she'd begged for a fuck, even before she'd learned what their first names were. At least most of the bitches I'd screwed had had enough self-respect not to let a total stranger fuck them. They all made sure they knew my name at least.
"Shove that stupid thing clear into me, every fucking inch of it," she cried out sharply and she didn't sound like a black bitch at all.
Flipping her over, so that she was face down on the big bed, was no problem at all. I just slid my hands up along those full black thighs of hers to just below her knees, took a firm grip on them and rolled her over switching her legs from one shoulder to the other. If her legs had been up over my shoulders the way they were, that full, burning cunt mound of hers would have been brushing the edge of the mattress. By letting my knees bend ever so slightly, my cock was able to slip up along the full mound of her cunt. She could feel its full length against her slit, while I could feel the heat pouring from that narrow slit against the full length of my staff.
"Oh, you're a real bastard," Sarah moaned into the big pillow she'd pulled down to bury her face in, so that when I drove all of my big cock clear into that throbbing cunt of hers with one smooth thrust, she wouldn't be heard screaming clear over in the next block.
"Know how filled you're going to feel when all of that nice hard meat slips into you, cunt?" I asked and moved my hands slowly up and down over the soft flesh of her inner thighs feeling the jump of her muscles just under her black skin.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Either fuck me now or, or I'll kick your fuckin' teeth in."
I decided that as k---eyed up as she was, as tight as those muscles in the calves of her legs were, that she just might do that very thing unless I fucked her good. Hell, hadn't I already had more pleasure fooling around with her in the last ten minutes than with any bitch I'd screwed in the last six months or so?
It seemed as though she had a good fuck coming. A really good fuck that is, not just a quick banging, and that was just the thing I planned to give her.