Chapter 7
Jonelle fingered the new pair of silk panties that Mr. Parsons had had his chauffeur pick up for him in the city. She looked down at her naked legs.
She looked at the long, smooth brown limbs. Then, she looked at her dark crevice and the several tufts of curly hair that edged it.
She sighed and lifted and bent one leg up. She put her foot through the lace thigh line of the panties.
She lifted the silky scrap of material up to her knee. Then, she lifted and bent her other leg, and put that foot into the other thigh line of the panties.
Then, with both feet on the ground, slightly apart, she pulled her panties all the way up. She liked to feel them a little slipped into her cunt lips and ass crack.
She loved the light silkiness of their material. She liked to feel it against her sensitive cunt skin.
Jonelle had soon trained James to buy her little presents, as well as letting her rifle through his wallet, in his cast off trousers. In proportion to the lessening in her pleasure in her relations with James, so her demands on him, and their successful answering increased.
Now, Jonelle had a locked chest full of frilly, silky panties and slips, and a few bras when she rarely wanted to wear one. She also had real silk stockings, with pretty, sexy garters, in a darker, but sheer color.
She kept this chest in an obscure closet that was supposed to be for her papers in her work with James. Her mother didn't see her undress anymore, so she was totally unaware of her new acquisitions.
Jonelle acquired a great appetite for pretty, expensive, luxurious things. It was in a different compartment in her psyche to her appetite for Hubey, which she placed the most importance in, but it was strong, and it was growing constantly, with each Friday.
Each Friday, now, she would come into the study, and lock the door. And, Mr. Parsons would be waiting for her with a new little gift bunched up in his hand.
Jonelle always had to try on the gift for him. And, she had to undress in order to do that.
He had already put a long playing record of Mantovani or LeGrand on the hi-fi. He would lean back in his wine leather arm chair.
He would rest his hands relaxedly on the armrests. And, his cock would be out of its fly, resting relaxedly, more likely than not, on the thigh of his trousers.
He liked to have it out, in the air, while still remaining fully dressed. He liked to watch Jonelle strip and pose for him.
He liked to watch the slow ascent of his cock as he watched her and became more and more aroused. Sometimes, just looking at her was not enough.
He might sometimes remain flaccid until the girl began to touch or suck on his cock. And, he got a sort of perverse pleasure in looking down at his soft cock while the beautiful very young looking girl stripped to her brown nakedness, and then put a midnight blue silk garter belt with seamed black silk stockings on her lithe legs.
But, eventually, Jonelle would suck, or pull, or rub her pubic mound against his cock until it attained fullness. Then, he would get full return for what he payed for.
Jonelle did her strip routine like a pro. She was so lovely that she found that even a jaded man like Mr. Parsons did not require too many fancy moves to arouse him usually.
If he was having trouble, it was usually because of heavy drinking the night before, or momentary monetary problems in his vast estate. And, a few warm licks of her tongue was usually all that it took to get him ready.
He often liked Jonelle to put on sheer silk stockings, with seams up the back of her long brown legs. But, along with that, he liked her to wear oversized patent leather pumps.
And, often he required her to wear an oversized, old fancy dress of Mrs. Parsons. Then, he'd have her lean forward, and rest her little titties against his shiny mahogany desk.
He would look at her bare little round ass staring up at him. And, his cock would invariable rise to the occasion.
He remembered a few times when Sandra was little and she had gotten into her mother's closet. She had climbed into the large clothes, and once, she had even put on Mrs. Parsons stockings and garter belt.
Sandra had found the garter belt very curious. It looked to her like panties, but there was no crotch to them.
So, she pulled off her own panties, and slipped the garter belt onto her bare ass. Then, she hitched up the nylons, as tightly as they would go.
Her mother was furious at her, because she ended up running the stockings. But, first, she was considered very cute for walking into the living room, where Mr. and Mrs. Parsons were sitting, quietly reading, in her get up.
She walked haltingly in the oversize high heels, and pirouetted in front of her parents. They laughed appreciatively.
"Look, Mommy, Daddy! I'm all dressed up, like Mommy." Sandra said to them.
"That's very cute, dear. But, you better not rip anything, or get it dirty." Mrs. Parsons said to her.
"Look at these funny panties I found! Why are they made this way, Mommy?" Sandra said.
She reached down, and lifted up her skirt, or her mother's skirt. She brought it above her waist.
Her father's cock immediately began to stir as he looked at the little girl's bare, hairless pussy underneath the garter belt.
Mrs. Parsons laughed uproariously. She jabbed her husband in the side with hilarity.
"Isn't that adorable? She thinks that that's a sort of panties!" Mrs. Parsons said to her husband.
Sandra basked in the laughter. She kept her skirt up, and turned around.
She had an impulse, and bent over, sticking her bare ass out at her parents. Her legs were wide apart to balance her on the high heels.
So, when she bent over, Mr. Parsons had a good look at her totally naked ass crack, ass hole, and the backside of her pussy. His cock pounded with arousal in his pants.
Sandra wiggled her ass. Then, she stood up again, and turned to the front again.
She pushed her front out, then, wiggling her hairless pussy in front of her parents. Mr. Parsons put his hand to his bulging crotch.
His penis was quite obviously sticking out. But, Mrs. Parsons, as usual, paid no attention to it.
Finally, Sandra tired of the game, and walked back upstairs. James got up and went to the bathroom.
He sat on the covered toilet seat, and unzipped his fly. His red cock jumped out of the gaping material.
He grabbed it with his hands. His knuckles going white with his passion.
He pulled briskly at his skin for two or three strokes. Then, gobs of come shot out and splattered against the bathroom door.
After he recovered his breath. He wet a sponge, and mopped off the door.
Then, he returned to the living room. But, he retained the image of his little daughter's naked pussy since then.
And, so, he liked Jonelle to re-enact the scene for him, sometimes. She would wiggle her brown bare ass at him, in her oversized pumps.
And, instead of sitting meekly with his hard-on, he would be able to get up, walk over to her, and slam his cock up her teasing orifice. He'd grab her bare ass, and shove himself into her.
Sometimes, she would do it facing him frontally, and he would grab her, and lift her up onto the large desk. He'd spread her legs apart, and push his throbbing cock up her hole.
He rarely spoke to Jonelle, except to give her instructions as to what to do for him. He would just stick his cock up her ass, her mouth, her cunt, or between her fingers, or cunt lips or breasts, and grunt away to orgasm.
Jonelle would count dollars. She hardly even felt his cock up her anymore.
James took her from behind. He pressed her back down.
Her hard titties pressed against the fine wood grained finish. She turned her face to the side, and pressed her cheek down on the wood as well.
She kept her breath steady and medium speed, as the man shoved his cock up her asshole. She was still not used to being penetrated that way.
James put the thick head of his cock to her puckered dark reddish orifice. He pressed against it.
Bit, by bit, he shoved his way up her. He groaned as the tight canal hugged his cock skin.
It pulled hotly at his prick. The ring of his cock was vigorously stimulated.
His hot, moist breath poured down on Jonelle's back, through Mrs. Parsons old, fancy dress. He looked through oily lidded eyes at her curly black hair.
He moved, tensing his ass muscles. He finally got himself all the way into her asshole.
He smelled the slightly acrid odor of tension that Jonelle exuded. It excited him.
He moved his hands down around to her lower abdomen. He slid them under the old dress.
He rubbed at the smooth skin of her lower belly. Then, he reached his hand down to her pussy.
He passed his hand lightly over her sparse curls. The hand which followed, stayed there.
The first hand delved into the wet cunt lips. He spread them wide apart, and dug his fingers into the recess of her inner folds.
Jonelle felt him pull at her cunt. She sighed with resignation.
James began to pump in and out of her asshole. Her inner skin held tightly and hotly to his organ as it worked its way back and forth.
His swollen penetration irritated her nether canal. Her bowels began to feel queasy.
Jonelle hoped that he would finish soon. She wanted to examine his wallet, and leave.
She hoped that he did not have a long day in store. She knew that usually, when she did the dress up routine, that would satisfy him for the afternoon.
She could hear him grunting behind her. He was pumping himself faster and faster inside of her.
She felt his thick organ slide back and forth in her asshole. Finally, she felt the hot seed spurt into her bowels.
He withdrew from her. She grabbed her stomach, and crouched over.
"What's the matter. I didn't hurt you, don't pull anything like that on me!" James said to her.
"I, I feel bad. I gotta go now." Jonelle said to him.
"Here, take it and go." James spit out, his slime covered cock dangling at his right side.
He threw Jonelle forty dollars. She grabbed it, stepped out of the high heels, and the old dress, and slipped her shabby dress over the silk stockings.
She ran out of the room. James looked down at his flaccid cock.
He took out his handkerchief and wiped it dry. His sighed contentedly, and picked up a financial news magazine.
Jonelle went down to her room, once she had cleaned herself up. She made herself some hot, herbal tea.
Her mother sweared by natural remedies. She put her feet up on the foot rest, sat in the easy chair, and turned on the television.
The next day she heard that the children were coming home soon. She wondered how they looked and acted.
Each time they returned from school, there were changes. Jonelle preferred the children to their parents, especially their father.
"Now, you remember, don't talk to Jamie or Sandra unless they talk to you first, except to say good day if you see them, or if you're doing any work. But, I spose you won't see them with the kind of work you do for Mr. Parsons." Jonelle's mother said to her.
"No, mama." Jonelle said, raising her eyebrows, and sighing.
"Now help me shell these peas, girl." Jonelle's mother said to her.
"Okay, mama, just a minute." Jonelle said to her, collecting herself, and going to the kitchen.
"Don't forget how to do physical labor just because you can do some fancy sort of job for Mr. Parsons." Jonelle's mother said to her.
"No, mama. I won't." Jonelle said to her, picking up a handful of peas.
The two black women shelled for the next half hour. Mrs. Parsons was giving a big dinner for the return of her children.
She wanted Jonelle's mother to make a special meal. One of the dishes was baby peas in butter sauce and light herbs.
Mrs. Parsons thought that it was time to introduce her children, especially pretty Sandra to the other society members in the area, which had grown in the past years. So, she was holding a dinner party and dance.
Jonelle hoped to be able to work as a server for it. She liked to watch the white people entertain each other.
She could learn of ways to get more out of them. And, she could also scout out new white men, since she was thinking of leaving the big house, or at least taking on a few extra paying customers.
Jonelle might have come from a humble beginning, but she would never return there.
That was the only thing she really knew for sure.