Chapter 11
Alternatives are necessary, a back-up plan was essential, and Billy didn't want to have only one choice when two or more could be had for, let's say the price of one.
That's why he was literally pushing Miriam to get that bread from her family, bread he could use to open up the soul club he'd been talking about.
And, for one club, he was using another "club" as persuasion. Not exactly a Billy club; only shaped like one.
Number One.
In Miriam's apartment, in Miriam's bed, with the raunchy, rocking soul sounds of Muddy Waters on the box, his guitar ripping off those blues changes like a person tearing paper to pieces. Miriam seemed to dig old man Muddy especially, because Billy remembered he'd got some of his best loving results when Waters' sounds had been blasting from the stereo. So, when he'd dropped up this particular time, he'd insisted on her putting Muddy right on.
As he'd also insisted on getting Number One right in.
"Ooooooh!" Miriam cried, feeling him digging into her like dessert. "Billy ... you're hurting me ... take it easy ... uuuuuuuh! .."
Well he wasn't really hurting her all that much. It only seemed that way, since Number One was now at full throttle, its expansive width stretching the shit out of her delicate pussy membranes, touching every square inch of her cunt lining as he moved it around. But the fact that he had her bound to the bed, each wrist and ankle carefully secured to each corner of the bed by strips of a silk sheet he'd torn to shreds right in front of her face, seemed to fulfill her sexual fantasies just a bit more than usual.
She had, as a matter of record, asked him to do it exactly that way.
Well, Billy was no sex-and-sadism kind of dude; that really wasn't his number at all. But, he'd sensed that she wanted some power laid on her, and some fantasy fulfillment given her. So, figuring the old persuasion was going to get the job done anyway, he'd gone along, and now, as she felt the cool pink sheets against her perspiring brown body, and he felt her quivering flesh beneath his own, things were really going down the right, not uptight, way.
He shifted his position slightly, easing the weight riding on her.
She smiled, showing him her polished white teeth, indicating, "That's better."
As he watched her lips turn into a persuasive pout again, he jabbed her right at the very end of her vagina with the probing tip of Number One, and smiled, watching her expression suddenly change into something approaching satiation. She started to hum some offbeat blues figurations, and he could feel her bodily muscles seemingly shivering in tempo with Muddy's mad music.
Muddy was doing I Am The Blues, a real raunchy tune, a gut-busting song, that really got to the life
source of black experience. Billy lay there, listening to the gravel, raw whisky voice of Muddy's, really signifying something, really doing his number the right-on way. It gave him some good feelings, some fine exuberant attitudes, listening to his man Muddy wailing the truth and soul message like that. Yeah.
He glanced down at Miriam again. If he moved his head just a little lower, he could have some tasty tits for his midnight snack. Why not?
Slowly, carefully, he twisted his shoulders and sort of hunched his back up, moving his head so it was hovering over her right breast. That big, elongated nipple looked mighty tasty as he moved his head downward, his tongue first coming in contact with the very tip.
He began to lick away, his tongue barely touching the tip of her stiff nipple, and she began to croon, her voice turning husky as Billie Holiday. He could feel her breast starring to heave itself around, to sort of rise and fall in time to both the music and the movements of his tongue.
There was the slightest taste of salt as he licked away, no doubt from her sweat glands. He half-wished he'd poured some sake or Suntory, or something, over her breast, to give an additional flavor he could lick off. Well, too late now; with Number One in a fine position for attack, he sure didn't feel like climbing off and going out to get some juice. No, man, he'd stay right where he was.
He stopped licking.
He took a gentle, carefully measured bite of her nipple. She jumped, her body quivering and shivering as if she'd caught cold. She made some squeal-
ing sounds from deep inside her throat, as he gave her a couple more quick bites, all done with the most careful of finesse and technique.
Then, he moved his lips over the top of her big, vibrating boob. He clamped them down hard, and slowly began to suck, feeling the pressure of his mouth drawing her tit further and further inside. His tongue licked at her nipple, at the same time that he was sucking her entire breast.
Slowly, rhythmically, he did his number, feeling that lovely appendage of flesh responding to his ministrations, hearing her sighs change key, feeling the rest of her body trembling the way it should when being so beautifully stimulated.
He continued this way for about four or five minutes.
Then he took his mouth away and moved his head toward her right ear. He got bis tongue licking along her outer ear, especially in that delicate and sensitive area right beneath the lobe. She felt his thick, powerful tongue ploughing along, scraping strongly at her skin, and she began to quiver all over again. Her clit felt rigid as if set in cement, and she could feel her juices slowly beginning to flow, their liquid patterns set into motion by Billy's careful touches.
He got his tongue inside her ear, next move.
As if it was his prick, he began to stab his tongue inside her lobe, driving hard toward the eardrum itself. She felt his probing tongue, and began twisting, as if trying to free herself from her bonds. He was striking some very sensitive chords, his tongue darting in and out, leaping and licking, giving her plenty of heat right inside her ear.
He did this for several minutes, leaving her jumping with joy when he'd finished, and withdrew.
He whispered to her, "Hey, baby, when's that big bread coming for Billy boy to open his club?"
She hesitated, shrugged, then said, "It'll take a while ... check has to clear ... foreign exchange ... you know, has to go from my father's bank to this one here..."
Billy started to withdraw.
Slowly, methodically, he began to pull Number One back, to yank it out by a few inches. She could feel him pulling away from her, and she coughed, sputtered out, "Please, Billy . , , don't go, man ... not yet... not now.. "
"You piss me off, baby."
"Huh... what you mean..."
"I mean, you done promised me some big bread so I could open up my soul club, like we been talkin' about these past couple of months. Now, you suddenly trying to make excuses, and I don't dig that jive you laying down." Pause. "I think 111 split this scene, do my number with some other chick, some sister I can depend on when I need her to come through. Yeah, I think that's exactly what 111 do ..."
"No!"
It was a cry, a scream, an exhortation all rolled up into one short, swift syllable. And, from the tone of her outburst, he could tell he'd hit home.
He moved his head over to her left ear.
He began to do the same thing he'd done to her right one, only this time, while he was licking and biting away, he got some straight stuff whispered into her ear, telling her she'd better get her black ass together and get that big bread winging its way across the Pacific pretty goddam soon. No more
jivin, and shuckin—he wanted that dollar investment like now.
She wiggled like a worm on a hook as he took some fearful bites of her left ear, chomping right on that sensitive area of the lower lobe. At the same time, he let Number One jab and stab her a few times, and he could feel her midsection vibrate in response. He really laid it on her heavy, and she began to shudder all over, to really yank her wrists and ankles at the silk sheet strips that tightly secured her to the bed.
He moved his mouth now to her left breast.
This time, though, he didn't touch her with his tongue.
Instead, he used his nose, nestled that flat, broken appendage against the taut tip of her nipple. He began to rub, the tip of his nose sensitive and effective, at the same time breathing out through his nostrils, so that a small current of air was enveloping her sensitive skin on her big boob. It was a very sensuous, very carefully thought out movement, and she really began to get goose pimples from such a technique.
Billy continued using his nose, rubbing it along her entire breast from nipple all the way along and down the side, right to the base, at the same time keeping up the nose-blowing thing, letting his passionate breath make waves along her sensitive skin. It was almost Oriental in its simplicity and effectiveness, but it was his own technique, not out of any Japanese sex manual. No, man, that was Billy's thing, and his scene only.
She was really moaning now, and he could tell from the tonal quality of her voice that he was really getting to her.
He stopped that, though.
This time, he used his tongue.
Right on the tip of her left tit.
Again, that strange salty taste filled his mouth, and she could feel his tongue lapping away, moving all over her breast area, really turning her on.
She began to speak in short phrases, to make big promises about getting him his money. She said something about having it for sure by the end of the month, in less than two weeks time. She even mentioned that she'd cash in her U.S. Savings Bonds, sell her furniture, become the Ambassador's mistress ... anything to see that Billy got his big bread, as long as he didn't stop what he was doing, as long as he didn't leave her.
Yeah, that was it. That was her big number. She was really hot for his black ass—and black cock— now.
"Don't leave me, Billy . • . please don't leave me!..."
He listened to her words, laughing to himself. He really didn't know for sure whether he dug her that much or not. Sure, he preferred soul sisters, always had; but, the fantastic way Sunny had treated him since he'd been in Japan, he'd never known one better, and that was the truth and soul of the matter. Still, right now, if he'd had to make a choice, he would probably have chosen Sunny straight ahead.
But he didn't really have to make a choice right now... did he? Not just yet
Plus, he still wanted to sock it to Takitoshi, to get even with him for trying to fuck around with Sunny. No, he had to get his revenge, to make sure he got
his due respect. He had to make Takitoshi lose face, so much so that he'd look like a blank from the neck up. And, to do that, he needed not only Miriam's cooperation, but mainly her money.
He bit her on the nipple.
Hard.
She jumped, yelped, went into a renewed struggle to free herself, felt the silk strips cutting into her wrists and ankles, felt her pussy juice beginning to pour out of her palpitating pussy, felt Number One nestling nice and huge and snug inside her quivering cunt.
Now, Billy got her left breast inside his mouth.
With those soft sucking sounds of his, he began to manipulate her boob, his tongue stabbing at her taut nipple, his lips clamping tightly over her tit He had managed to get most of it inside his mouth, and was really sucking and licking away, at the same time moving his prick around in such a way that she would feel it touch a different part of her pussy with each motion.
She was really heaving and humping now, her frustrations increasing with each movement of her vaginal muscles. Oh yeah, she really wanted him to come, to really get it together inside her. She was really hot for his big black cock, and he knew it, too.
But, as he continued manipulating her breast, he knew he had to do things the cool way, to stretch out his performance to the last possible fraction of a second. Right on. He had to get things done just right, to make absolutely sure she didn't back away from her promise to lay that big bread on him. And the best way was to really make her work for Number One, to appreciate that much more what she was
getting—and, presumably, would continue to get as long as she took good fucking care of Billy Jones and his Number One.
He took his mouth away from her breast.
He raised his head, so that he could look her right in the eyes.
Her eyes were as opaque as if shooting skag, the brown irises glazed as if covered with a plastic layer. Her facial expression was like that of a medieval nun getting ready to become a saint, thanks to a physical violation of her private parts. Her tongue was sticking slightly out, right at the left end of her lips, and her nose was still breathing and moving in time to Muddy's mad music, still blasting loose in the background.
If any chick was ever ready for a good rocking, fucking time—it certainly was Miriam Henderson.
"How soon?" Billy said, moving Number One around a bit, greasing her walls with his prick.
"Huh... how soon... what..."
"The loot, baby, the big bread, what the fuck you think I'm talking about, how soon I'm gonna come?"
More terse conversation.
"A week ... I'll have some money ... in a week ...is that... all right?..."
"Right on," he said, but coldly, as if to imply right off if things don't work out the right way.
For emphasis, he gave her a jolt, stabbed her hard, with Number One, a straight-ahead drive that made her feel as if someone was bolting her body to the bed. She gasped, as if he'd knocked the breath right out of her. She began to go right into orgasm, no further delays, her sexy body shiver-
ing and shuddering as if he'd really unlocked the door to her destiny.
It was time for a taste of tongue, too.
As he began to ride her, Billy decided he'd French her a bit, at the same time, to really work her over. He moved his head right over hers, raised it back as if he was a wild animal getting ready to bite into the throat of a victim, then brought his head down, mouth open and teeth gleaming white, until their lips touched.
He bit her right on the upper Hp.
She really squirmed, because he'd bit her almost hard enough to draw blood, and it really hurt. That was, of course, what he wanted. He was playing power games with her now, and he meant for her to really feel the power, the sheer animal sexual power, he could let loose on a second's notice, the command he had over her. body and soul and whatever.
As he withdrew his teeth, he noticed the fear that had crept into her eyes. Fine, scare her a little, really make her appreciate my loving ways, he thought.
He bit her on the lower Hp.
This time, she didn't flinch as much, but she felt his teeth tearing at her flesh just the same. She tried to relieve the pain by using her tongue against his teeth, but no go, that didn't work. She had to submit, let him give her some more love bites, until he was finished and took his teeth away again.
He bit her on the nose next.
Right on the tip, not so hard as he'd done on her lips, but easy and almost gentle, leaving no marks. This time, she felt her entire insides start dissolving into liquid flesh, as he rubbed her nose with his when he'd removed his teeth.
But, now...
He really scared the shit out of her, pulled a Dracula—or Blacula—bit with her, by zooming in over her throat and ever so carefully clamping his teeth over her Adam's apple.
For a few brief seconds, she actually thought he was going to go through with a big blood-guzzling bit, right from her own exposed throat. She almost started to scream, but the sound died in her throat as he, oh so carefully, did his biting number on her throat, then kissed her gently and lovingly before withdrawing his mouth, getting his head upright again, and looking her in the eyes.
She was sweating from every pore, trembling from the top of her hair follicles to the edge of her toenails.
And he saw the sheer terror he'd caused ... and was glad.
Muddy Waters wailed in that rusty, gutsy voice of his, singing and swinging those Chicago-town blues so that the music was seeping into both their nervous systems, enveloping them with those swinging soul sounds.
Time to drive her home.
He began to move.
He was going to do it the right way, now, not touching her anyplace but inside her churning cunt. He took his mouth, his hands away from her, so that they were only physically connected at the crotch. Yeah, this time all she was going to know was Number One, all the way.
He started slowly, then gradually increased the speed and tempo, his cock moving around from wall to wall, front to back. He began -to add variations and rhythms to his basic theme that he'd never dis-
played before, little tricks he'd been saving up for such a time as this. This was the big one, the real convincer, the action that had to get her laying those fat green bills on his dark brown hands, and he was going to make super sure she'd really have something to remember him by, because next time she saw him she'd better have that big bread with her, otherwise he was going to pass her ass right on by, and that would be the end of it
Her body was pure response, all sex, as she began to arch her back and flex her limbs, as her orgasms increased in intensity and passion. She was gulping air like a drowning fish, and her haunches were bouncing off the bedsprings like great big beach balls as she arched and stretched and moved as much of her pussy into him as she could.
His own balls were huge blown-up balloons, squeezed tightly inside their scrotum, and his prick was a piece of steel, taut with tension as he struggled to hold off until he could really give her a come that would tear her cunt right off.
And his timing was right on.
He caught her just at the beginning of what promised to be a supercome scene, and let loose his juice, burst after burst, in his super refined staccato style.
"Uh...uh...uh!..."
Just like that, bang, bang, bang ... he made her squirm with his sperm.
Her cunt clutched his cock, trying to tear it out by the roots, refusing to let go as he came and came, driving her harder and harder with each movement, while Muddy wailed and roared in the background, Billy's driving dick synchronized with the flailing crash of the drums. He was giving Maid Miriam the fuck of her life, and his Number One didn't
start going down for the longest time. This time, as he knew for sure from her sexual response, he'd got what he wanted. The big bread—from this fantastic fuck.