Chapter 1
"Bojangles, do be a dear and fetch me the Mazaradi."
"The red one or the black one, ma'am?"
"Silly me!" tittered Melissa Millicent-Forbes. "I had no idea I even had a black Mazaradi! It's so difficult to keep track of all these tiny trifles Daddy insists on bestowing upon me!"
The young rich girl's brow furrowed as she tried to strain her dizzy little mind and recall if she had ever even seen a black Mazaradi, let alone sit in and own one!
She stared at the impassive negro chauffeur who stood at attention beside his mistress.
"Umm, Bojangles, my love...."
"Yes, ma'am?" the black servant replied patiently.
Dear, dear Bojangles!
As aloof and professional as always! Melissa could not imagine how she have survived without his care and concern.
"Are you sure I have a black Mazaradi?"
"Quite sure, ma'am."
Melissa could not recall ever having stepped foot in a car matching that description. Decidedly not.
Bojangles surely must be mistaken! "Just how sure are you, Bojangles."
"Very sure, ma'am."
"And why is that, dear?"
Bojangles cleared his throat and continued staring with quiet respect at the nubile young blonde as he replied.
"Because I distinctly remember driving you down to Juanita Canyon in it last week and shoving my big black cock up your pussy in the back seat, ma'am."
"Gracious!" Melissa gasped as her delicate giggles gently subsided. "Of course! How could I have ever forgotten? Last week! At Juanita Canyon! In the back seat!"
"Yes, ma'am," Bojangles replied. "I recall the incident explicitly."
Melissa reached out and touched her hulking black chauffeur on the arm with a dainty pink fingernail.
She leaned towards him and whispered with delighted excitement, "In that case, why don't you go collect the red one out of the garage. I mustn't have ridden in it in months."
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles turned to vacate the luxurious hallway of Millicent-Forbes Manor to journey to the spacious garage for his mistress' car.
Melissa sighed in relief.
What would she do without Bojangles to assist her in these moments of peril?
Her perky little face that moments before had been marred with a look of worry was transformed into the picture of contentment once again.
It certainly was very tiring to engage in such a tremendously difficult thought process, like remembering.
Thank God Bojangles kept track of the seventeen automobiles Harrison Millicent-Forbes had lavished upon his spoiled little girl!
Melissa stared at the negro's firm ass as he began to walk down the hall.
The cheeks were meaty and firm.
They swaggered slightly as Bojangles moved further away.
Melissa ran an eager tongue across her perky pink lips.
"Oh ... Bojangles?"
The servant turned.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Why don't we get some champagne and brie for our afternoon excursion."
"Yes, ma'am."
"We're going back to Juanita Canyon today."
The shadow of a sly smiled played across the black man's thick lips.
"And I'm sure you know what that means...."
Melissa cast her pale blue eyes over Bojangles' muscular form. They came to rest at the huge bulge that graced the crotch of the negro's tight uniform trousers.
Melissa winked suggestively at her servant.
"Yes, ma'am, I certainly do," Bojangles replied, trying desperately to hide the lewd grin of delight that threatened to dissolve his impassive manner.
He turned once more and continued down the hall.
Melissa raced up the stairs to her master bedroom to select a proper shawl to drape over her slight shoulders.
How she adored Bojangles and his thick, throbbing slab of nigger fuckmeat!
Melissa would have never been able to get through the week without feeling that pulsating rod violating her hungry, dripping pussy at least once or twice every few days!
Bojangles really was the most accommodating servant!
Just like Bernard, the sexy French chef who took Melissa regularly on the cutting table of the Millicent-Forbes' spotless kitchen; and Chuckie, the cute, blonde yard boy who had shoved his impressive cock up Melissa's fuck-starved cunt numerous times behind the pedigree rose bushes that graced the garden of the mansion.
It sure was fun being the daughter of one of the most wealthy men in California!
Melissa's tiny heart raced as she gleefully bounded up the stairs.
She couldn't wait to pull up in the red Mazaradi on some deserted stretch of road in Juanita Canyon and order her chauffeur to savagely rape her with his big ten inches of nigger cock.
It had been quite a while since Melissa had demanded that Bojangles fuck her.
She had been too busy offering her maidenly abyss of delight to the chef and the gardener lately.
But when Melissa had lazily opened her eyes and stretched delicately under the creamy satin sheets of her canopy bed that morning, her twat had been tingling for something different.
She was tired of those big white cocks.
She wanted some savage nigger meat!
And Melissa knew just where she could get it from: Bojangles the chauffeur.
Melissa tittered to herself in anticipatory rapture as she entered the lavish chambers of her bedroom.
Dear, dear Bojangles!
The expert chauffeur with the thick black dick!
Melissa threw open the double doors of her walk-in closet and dug through the vast array of fashionable attire that hung from the seemingly endless supply of hangers.
Perhaps the yellow shawl Mother had given her for her fourteenth birthday last week?
Melissa glanced down at the ample mounds of young breast-flesh that graced her creamy chest.
The little rich girl was quite proud of her tits.
They were huge, creamy orbs that rose and separated entirely on their own.
A tiny pink nipple, usually erect, topped each of the mounds.
Melissa's slender, china-like fingers ran along her mounds.
If she wore that yellow shawl, Bojangles wouldn't be able to see her breasts.
At that moment, they were revealingly exposed by the low-cut summer frock Melissa had purchased on her last shopping trip to Paris.
It would certainly be a crime to hide those marvelous boobs under some silly yellow shawl!
It really wasn't that chilly out; perhaps Melissa should go to Juanita Canyon wearing nothing but her summer frock....
That way, Bojangles would be able to steal glances at her huge tits though his rear-view mirror, and it would be certain that the big, black servant would drive her all the way to the canyon with a cock throbbing painfully in the crotch of his uniform trousers!
Melissa tittered uncontrollably at this devious little scheme she had just devised.
She covered her lips with her slender fingers as the giggles continued to burst from her tiny, moist mouth.
She traipsed joyfully out of the walk-in closet, leaving the doors open for Fanny, the house-maid, to close in the morning.
Melissa's massive tits bounced and jiggled as she bounded down the marble staircase.
At the bottom of the stairs, she nearly collided with Harrison, the elderly English butler Mother had brought over from London last spring.
Harrison glanced down at the young girl with the bouncing tits.
Melissa squealed with laughter.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Harrison, dear!" she breathed. "I didn't see you coming!"
"The fault is all mine, Miss Millicent-Forbes," Harrison intoned dryly. Melissa sighed.
The old butler was so incredibly stuffy!
Melissa could hardly ever make the distinguished, cold man laugh or smile.
Harrison looked down in undisclosed horror at Melissa's breasts, which were obscenely revealed due to the extremely daring cut of the French summer frock.
"Miss Millicent-Forbes!" he gasped, his eyes growing wider and wider. "Surely you're not going to be seen in public like thatU"
Melissa pouted, hurt by the butler's remark.
"Don't you like my dress, Harrison? Daddy bought it for me when we were in France!"
"Perhaps it is not a dress, Miss Millicent-Forbes," Harrison said. "Perhaps it is a dressing gown that should only be worn in the privacy of your bedchambers. You really do seem to be ... showing a bit too much...."
Harrison's eyes continued to stare in disbelief at the vast plains of creamy boob-flesh that rose and fell every time Melissa breathed.
Melissa looked up at the aged butler.
An evil little thought suddenly entered her mischievious mind.
A sly grin played on her perky pink lips.
"Perhaps you would like to ... tuck my boobs down into the dress, then, Harrison," she said, winking suggestively at the old, gray-haired man.
Harrison's wrinkled face exploded with shock.
"Miss Millicent-Forbes!" he sputtered in amazement. "Why, I have never heard of such a thing in my life!"
This cheap little tart!
She really behaved no better than a seasoned street whore from Times Square!
Harrison's elderly body trembled in disgust.
"Come on, Harrison!" Melissa urged playfully. "If you don't like my tits hanging out, shove them back in!"
Harrison's face turned bright red.
His entire body shuddered in repulsion.
He clamped his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them the horrid little tramp would have disappeared down the hall.
She didn't.
Melissa stood before him, thrusting her chest up and lewdly exposing her creamy melons to the butler as if she were some gypsy offering them for sale at a street fair.
"Go ahead, Harry, dear," Melissa cooed, puckering her full-bodied lips suggestively.
Harrison tried to remain calm.
Melissa Millicent-Forbes might have money, but she was really not much more than a painted daughter of joy!
The conservative English butler could not handle such crudeness at close quarters like this.
"Do it, stud!" Melissa breathed, approaching the butler with her massive tits.
They stuck out underneath the flimsy cotton like projectile missies ready to rocket off into outer space.
Harrison's hands shook uncontrollably.
"Do it or I'll get you fired!" Melissa said, flashing the man a saccharine smile.
Harrison stared at the scarlet mistress of the mansion in horror.
"One word from me, and Daddy will throw you out of here on your wrinkled old ass!" Melissa breathed playfully.
"B-but, Miss Millicent-Forbes...."
"DO IT, GODDAMN IT!!! "
Harrison jumped.
He had a profound dislike for profanity.
And Melissa Millicent-Forbes spoke like a truck-driving bull dyke at times!
Harrison realized that the little nymphette really did have the power to remove him from his rather comfortable (and profitable) position as butler to the Millicent-Forbes family.
How he hated this vile, disgusting tramp for exercising her power over him.
But there was nothing else the elderly butler could do.
He had to obey Melissa's every command!
Harrison's hands were trembling.
He reached towards the firm, ample breasts that were half-exposed under the flimsy material of Melissa's yellow summer frock.
The English butler's gnarled hands paused in midair.
His elderly facial features twitched in disgust. "Come on, you silly old fart! Squeeze my big tits!" Melissa demanded. Harrison shuddered.
"I-I can't, Miss Millicent-Forbes! I just can't!"
"Shit!" Melissa exclaimed.
Harrison cringed at the crude language that seemed to spew from the young girl's mouth regularly.
Melissa seemed to be such a hardened, cynical nymphomaniac! She seemed to possess a sluttishness that betrayed her mere fourteen years!
"Are you some sort of faggot?"
"MISS MILLICENT-FORBES!! " Harrison sputtered in amazed indignation.
"Every fucking guy in Southern California would jump at the chance to feel my tits! And you're acting like some pansy-assed queer who wouldn't touch a girl if she jumped on his face with her legs spread wide! Now, wrap those ugly, wrinkled fingers around my tits before I call daddy and have him send you packing! NOW!"
Harrison reached forward once again.
Melissa's dainty pink lips were twisted into a frown.
Her tiny foot tapped the marble floor impatiently.
But her blue eyes sparkled with delight at the torture she was putting the old man through.
Harrison's fingers trembled more the closer he came to the young girl's breasts.
"Oh, you're such a fucking stupid senile ogre!" Melissa wailed.
As Harrison gasped in shock, Melissa suddenly grabbed the front of her frock and thrust it down.
Her creamy orbs spilled out and bounced lewdly before the English butler's horrified eyes.
He sputtered and hemmed and almost fell onto the hallway floor, clutching at his heart in shock.
"SEE??? SEEE???? " Melissa wailed triumphantly. "I have the best tits on the West Coast! And probably on the East Coast, too! Shit, I have the best goddamn tits in the entire Northern Hemisphere! And that is why I have them half-hanging out of my dress!"
"Miss Millicent-Forbes!" Harrison moaned. "Such crudeness!"
"Oh, fuck off, you silly troll!" Melissa spat, shoving her tits back into her dress and turning on her heels before storming down the hallway.
She paused and looked back at the horrified and disgusted butler.
"And I'll tell you something else! All the other servants in this fucking house love my tits, too! I'm going to give them to the chauffeur right now! And he sure as hell will appreciate a quick grope at the best tits in America when he gets offered them!"
Melissa threw back her head and guffawed with rough, horsey laughter as Harrison grabbed at his heart once again and stumbled back to his quarters, his head reeling and his entire body shuddering in nausea.
Melissa traipsed gaily down the remainder of the hallway and opened the double oak doors.
She stuck her head outside.
Sun bathed her flawless facial features.
Melissa squinted her eyes in pain.
Perhaps she should wear a sun bonnet?
But Bojangles had already collected the champagne and brie, and was standing beside the red Mazaradi at the end of the driveway.
To hell with the sun bonnet!
Melissa's horny twat was hungering for thick, nigger cockmeat!
She simply couldn't wait any longer!
Melissa stepped outside and skipped down the huge manor steps, her infamous boobs bobbing suggestively.
Chuckie poked his head up from under a gardenia bush.
He flashed the mistress of Millicent-Forbes Manor a sexy smile.
He waved at Melissa with a grimy, dirt-covered hand. "Hi!" he called. Dear, dear Chuckie!
Chuckie the gardener with the biggest damn cock Melissa had ever taken up her hole! The biggest white cock, that is. Nobody had yet beat Bojangles's thick ten inches!
Melissa waved back in glee as she toyed with the idea of having Daddy hire some new servants.
Some new servants with big cocks!
"Where are you off to?" Chuckie asked, approaching Melissa as she frolicked down the garden path.
"Juanita Canyon!" Melissa replied. "Oooh, Chuckie! Please don't come near my new summer frock with those filthy hands of yours!"
"Sorry," the hunky blonde gardener replied in that deep voice of his that sent shivers up Melissa's horny little spine.
"That's okay," Melissa smiled. "Will you be ready for a bit of fun this evening?"
"You bet!" Chuckie grinned.
"Marvelous! I just can't wait to taste that delicious come of yours once again!"
Chuckie beamed proudly.
"Why, thank you Melissa!" he said.
"Shh!" Melissa warned. "Please, Chuckie! I know you shove your big, big cock up my twat regularly, but you simply must remember to address me properly! What if one of the other servants were lurking about!"
"Sorry, Miss Millicent-Forbes," Chuckie said, flashing the nubile young girl his usual vain grin.
"Bojangles and I should be back from our afternoon excursion at about six o'clock. I trust you will be ready?"
"Ready and willing, Miss Millicent-Forbes!" Chuckie said, reaching down and squeezing the huge bulge that rested in the crotch of his tattered, grimy jeans.
"Fine. And I hope you have a particularly wondrous bouquet of flowers to present to me in my bedchambers!"
"As always!"
"Gracious! What on Earth would I do without you, Chuckie my love?"
"I don't know, Miss Millicent-Forbes!"
"Well, I mustn't dally! Bojangles must have the Mazaradi ready by now! And we do have champagne and brie chilling! Mustn't let is get warm under this sun!"
"Okay, Miss Millicent-Forbes. I'll see you at six o'clock!"
"Fine, love."
Melissa continued to hop down the garden path. She suddenly stopped and turned to face the yard boy, who had been staring at the sexy outline of
Melissa's creamy ass-cheeks as they wriggled under the flimsy material of the summer frock. She giggled in delight.
She just knew that Chuckie would be checking her fine ass out as soon as her back had been turned!
"Oh, and Chuckie, dear ... " Melissa said, a sly grin on her tender pink lips.
"Yes, Miss Millicent-Forbes?"
"Would you mind taking me up the ass tonight?"
Chuckie whooped with boyish glee and jumped in the air.
"YEEE-HHHAAAHHH!! You bet your sweet ass I will, Meli-uh, Miss Millicent-Forbes!" Melissa smiled.
"Wonderful! I haven't been fucked like that in weeks! Oh, and Chuckie...."
"Yes?"
"That language ... please!! You really must clean your mouth up!" Melissa chastised. "I know that on occasions, I may let a rather crude word slip rather indiscreetly through my lips ... but Daddy does own the manor, you know. And you are only an employee here."
"Sorry, Miss Millicent-Forbes," Chuckie said.
But he was still grinning.
He couldn't wait until six o'clock to sneak up to Melissa's master bedroom with a bouquet of freshly-picked roses and shove his thick cock up her smooth, creamy butt!
Melissa winked at the sexy yard boy, let a tiny giggle escape from her lips, and continued on her way down the path.
Bojangles nodded politely at Melissa as she approached the car.
"You have the champagne and brie I trust, Bojangles?"
"Yes, Miss Millicent-Forbes."
Bojangles opened the back door of the car and ushered Melissa inside.
"Great," the spoiled bitch said. "Now get your black ass in the driver seat and let's be on our way! I can't wait for that big nigger cock of yours!"
"Yes, Miss Millicent-Forbes."
A discreet smile spread over the big black chauffeur's handsome features as he stuck the key in the ignition.
The red Mazaradi sped off towards Juanita Canyon.