Chapter 2
"Bojangles, love...."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I think we've gone far enough. Could you please pull over as soon as possible."
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles glanced in his rear view mirror and, just as Melissa had suspected, cast a secretive glance at the bubbly blonde headed girl's fleshy boobs.
The black chauffeur licked his thick lips as he turned the steering wheel with his big, thick hands covered with black leather gloves.
Melissa always insisted that he wear them.
The little rich bitch loved the feel of leather.
Especially when that leather was fondling her young, smooth skin.
The black Mazaradi rested in a secluded area under a clearing bordered by a few Douglas firs.
Bojangles turned the key in the ignition.
The engine groaned and was silent.
Bojangles wet his big negroid lips once again.
"Shall I go retrieve the champagne and brie from the back, ma'am?"
"Yes, Bojangles," Melissa breathed in excited glee. "Oh, I'm absolutely famished! I certainly hope you brought along some of those crackers imported from Switzerland that I do love so dearly!"
"Of course, Miss Millicent-Forbes."
Melissa flashed her black chauffeur an animated grin.
Under that smile that graced her tiny pink lips was an invitation for wild, unbridled ... sex.
Melissa Millicent-Forbes was a sex kitten.
A sex kitten lusting for thick, nigger cock.
Forget the brie and imported crackers!
After one morsel of the rich, creamy cheese and expensive wheat crackers had been gulped down her delicate throat, Melissa would no longer be famished for nourishment of the culinary type.
She would be famished for hard, brutal fuck action!
In the back seat of the Mazaradi overlooking Juanita Canyon, Melissa's horny hunger could only be satisfied by one thing.
Bojangles's thick ten inch dick!
Melissa thought of the massive member that the negro hauled between his legs as Bojangles went to the back of the car to take out the afternoon snacks.
The brie and champagne might be good.
But what Melissa was getting for dessert would be much better!
"Bojangles, sit in the back seat with me here and pour us both a glass of that deliciously cold champagne," Melissa ordered, a sexy smile still plastered on her perky face.
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles knew exactly what an invitation to the back seat of Melissa's car implied.
But then again, Bojangles had known that the excursion to Juanita Canyon would not be spent viewing the breathtaking scenery.
It would be spent in sweaty, lust-locked embraces and tongues digging deep down one another's gullet.
Bojangles's mighty black shaft twitched with anticipation as he opened the door and crawled back into the red-upholstered seats with his mistress.
Once inside, he undid the picnic basket that Edna-Louise, the sultry Scandinavian kitchen maid, had packed for Melissa and Bojangles.
He handed Melissa an embroidered cotton napkin and placed another over his meaty thighs.
It hid the big bulge that lurked in the crotch of his chauffeur uniform trousers that had been the object of Melissa's lusty attention ever since he had stood up after parking the car.
"Bojangles!" Melissa breathed. "Please be a dear and remove that napkin from your lap!"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I simply must have a good look at that amazing bulge between your legs while we enjoy this late afternoon snack with one another."
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles removed the napkin and stuffed it back into the picnic basket.
Melissa's clear blue eyes shimmered with horny heat as the meaty mound was exposed to her view.
"That's much better, love," Melissa giggled.
Bojangles poured them both a glass of champagne, making sure that Melissa's was filled to the brim.
He couldn't drink much himself; he had to drive Miss Millicent-Forbes back to the manor, after all!
Bojangles took out a handful of crackers which the thoughtful Edna-Louise had already spread with brie.
Soon, the two were exchanging passionate glances as they sipped their champagne and nibbled at the crackers.
Melissa tittered in mirth as the alcohol quickly went to her head.
She placed a delicate finger on Bojangles's firm knee.
Bojangles remained as aloof and impassive as always.
His handsome, reserved negroid features stared respectfully at his mistress.
But his loins were burning with desire.
Desire to strip the clothes off this sluttish little tramp who was lucky enough to have a father that owned half of California.
Bojangles dearly wanted to rape Melissa.
He wanted to shove his cock up the young girl's pussy and pump away as she clawed at his brawny back with her feline fingernails.
But there really was no need for anybody to rape Melissa Millicent-Forbes.
The cock-hungry little girl gladly spread her legs to every hunky male that even looked her way.
And even to most that didn't look her way!
"Gracious!" Melissa giggled tipsily as she ran her hand over her delicate forehead. "This alcoholic beverage certainly is going to my head!"
"That's because you're eating on an empty stomach, ma'am."
Melissa' fingers began creeping up the black chauffeur's firm, thick thigh.
"Do you really think so?" she gasped.
Melissa let a dainty burp slip through her pink lips.
She tittered in disbelief at her social faux pas.
"Goodness! You will excuse my rudeness, won't you, Bojangles?"
"I certainly will, ma'am."
Melissa's comely countenance was becoming more flush with each sip of champagne she took.
Her fingers continued to travel up the impassive chauffeur's meaty thighs.
Bojangles cleared his throat and shifted slightly.
His big eyes stared straight ahead as he felt the delicate little digits caressing his brawny flesh.
"Oh ... my!" Melissa gasped. "I certainly am rather lightheaded! Oh ... ohh...."
"Are you quite alright, Miss Millicent-Forbes?"
"Y-yes, Bojangles," Melissa said, rather unsteadily-
The nubile young girl's eyes had clouded over.
She looked quite green for a few seconds, and Bojangles suddenly entertained the disappointing idea that perhaps Melissa would be too drunk to want to fuck.
But nothing would have stopped that cock-lusting little bitch from her daily dose of dickmeat!
A horny grin suddenly passed over Melissa's features.
"You know what I want?" Melissa asked.
"More champagne?"
"No...."
"Brie?"
"No...."
"Uh...."
"What other choices are there, Bojangles."
"Ma'am?"
"You know what I'm talking about, don't you, Bojangles?"
Melissa's fingers crept with closer and closer to the stiff shaft of black cockmeat that throbbed painfully in the crotch of Bojangles's chauffeur uniform trousers.
"I-I guess I do," the big black man replied, still as aloof as ever.
Melissa suddenly grabbed her chauffeur's crotch.
Her fingernails dug into the massive slab of dick-meat savagely.
Bojangles winced.
But Melissa knew that the negro loved pain.
She knew that he loved her brightly painted fingernails that seared his coarse, manly flesh.
"Strip my dress off and rape me!" Melissa demanded.
Bojangles knew that he must obey his mistress' commands.
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles reached forward with a thick, firm hand and began to undo the buttons that graced the back of her flimsy summer frock.
Button after button was released as more and more of Melissa's young skin was exposed to the black man's sight.
Bojangles grunted in delight as he cast his eyes over Melissa's flesh.
"You like to fuck white girls, don't you, Bojangles?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"And you I ike to fuck me best of all, don't you."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"And why is that, Bojangles."
"Because, because...."
"Come on, nigger! Tell me why."
"Because you have the best goddamn pussy in the United States of America."
"Right! And what about my tits."
"They're nice, too!"
Melissa smacked her chauffeur across the face. Bojangles' head flew back and he sputtered in surprise. "B-but...."
"NICE??!! " Melissa wailed. "NICE???! . "
"W-well, yes, ma'am...."
"IS THAT ALL YOU CAN SAY ABOUT THE BEST FUCKING TITS YOU'VE EVER LAID YOUR NIGGER EYES ON IN YOUR LIFE?! . "
"Well ... uh...."
Bojangles knew that Melissa definitely had a point.
The girl's tits were the best meaty orbs he had ever wrapped his thick lips around in many a year. And those nipples! Pink. Firm.
Almost always erect!
How Bojangles loved to nibble away at them with his big white teeth!
"You're right, ma'am. I should have known better...."
"You certainly should have! Now continue taking my dress off."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Bojangles' sexual hunger had risen in his loins when Melissa had slapped him across the face.
He had almost begun panting with fuck-hungry lust when the girl abused him verbally.
How Bojangles loved it when Melissa treated him so cruelly!
When Melissa used her power over him to force the black man to rape her!
When Melissa treated him like the servant he was!
A sex slave to fulfill the young spoiled girl's every wish!
Her every hunger
Her every desire!
Bojangles tugged at the buttons with his big, thick fingers.
Several buttons popped from the material and bounced on the red upholstery of the car.
Melissa was drunk and didn't care how badly the chauffeur was tearing her dress.
All she wanted was that huge nigger shaft violating her pussy!
That prized pussy that every hot-blooded boy in all of California lusted after!
Bojangles was lucky to even get a glimpse of her naked flesh, let alone have a piece of that white, creamy skin!
Bojangles stripped the dress from Melissa's shoulders.
"KISS ME!! KISS ME!" the young girl panted in her inebriated state.
Bojangles was only too willing to oblige his mistress.
His thick nigger lips touched her slender shoulders.
He began to run his tongue over the smooth flesh.
Melissa parted her dainty pink lips and let a tiny moan escape from between them.
This was just what the girl liked!
A big, black chauffeur, slobbering all over her shoulders as his passions rose with every tender kiss he placed upon her skin!
Bojangles began to move south with his parted lips.
He wrapped those big lips around Melissa's tits.
The tits that were the envy of every debutante on the social scene!
Bojangles nibbled at the nipples.
As expected, they were firm and erect.
As he continued to suck on the tiny pink paps, Melissa reached forward and tore the man's chauffeur cap from his head. She ran her long, slender fingers through his greasy, kinky hair.
"Oh ... " Melissa moaned. "That feels so good! Nobody can kiss me like you do, Bojangles!"
A smile spread across the man's lips.
Bojangles was no longer the impassive, professional chauffeur.
One mere taste of those creamy orbs was enough to transform the refined servant into a fuck-hungry animal, desperate for lurid sex with the little rich brat!
Bojangles licked her boobs. He slurped at the mountains of lust with his big, wet tongue.
As he continued to kiss Melissa's tits, his big black hands slowly shifted the dress further and further down his mistress' legs.
Soon, Melissa gasped as he trembling twat was exposed.
Her imported summer frock dangled at her knees for a few seconds, then fell to her ankles.
Melissa deftly kicked the frock to the floor of the Mazaradi.
"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! " she suddenly wailed in delight.
Bojangles certainly did not want to waste any time!
His big black shaft had been throbbing so painfully in the close confines of his uniform trousers for so long that he was more than delighted at the command to set his cock free and begin ramming it up the wettest, richest cunt in the nation!
"Come on, nigger!" Melissa begged. "Get those pants off!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Get them off quick!"
"Anything you say, ma'am!"
Bojangles undid the zipper to his trousers with one swift movement.
He pulled down his tight underwear and his massive, ten inched shaft of throbbing cockmeat sprang out and bounced lewdly before Melissa's delighted eyes.
"Shove it in now!! "
"Yes, ma'am."
It was rather difficult in the back of the Mazaradi for the two fuck-starved creatures to manipulate themselves properly, but Bojangles and Melissa always found a way!
The girl lay down on the red upholstery.
She spread her legs.
Melissa offered her maidenly delights to her black chauffeur with all the sluttishness of a Times Square whore displaying her wares to some drunken wino on the street.
He arched her back.
She thrust her hips forward.
Bojangles mounted her.
His black flesh gleamed.
Her white flesh trembled.
Bojangles entered Melissa's cunt.
The girl squealed in delight as she felt herself being impaled on the throbbing shaft of nigger meat.
Bojangles' cock was mighty thick. And impressively long.
It was rather amazing that he slid up Melissa's tight twat so easily.
But the girl's pussy juices had been flowing ever since she had caught a sight of the huge bulge in the chauffeur's crotch when he had gotten out of the front seat of the car to retrieve the champagne and brie.
Melissa was dripping wet!
Bojangles felt his cock gliding into her sea of love juices.
Melissa's sugar walls wrapped around his thick shaft.
She squeezed that big black cock with her pussy muscles the best way she knew how.
And nobody in Southern California could fuck with such wild abandon as little fourteen-year-old Melissa Millicent-Forbes! "NOW PUMP ME HARD!" Melissa squealed. Bojangles grunted with pleasure. "Yes, ma'am."
He began to plummet down into the deep depths of Melissa's cunt.
He buried himself up to the hilt.
Up to the hilt in wet, hot pussy meat!
Melissa wailed like a banshee when she felt the man's big, black balls smack against her pelvic bone.
Bojangles had entered her all the way!
The little girl was impaled on ten inches of thick, black cockmeat!
Tears welled in Melissa's pretty blue eyes as Bojangles began to ravage her cunt forcefully.
Brutally.
Savagely.
He panted and puffed as his thick cock slid in and out of the abyss of love. "COME!! COME."
"This soon, ma'am?"
Bojangles was just beginning to enjoy himself! "YES, GODDAMNIT!! SHOOT YOUR THICK NIGGER JISM UP MY CUNT!! "
Melissa was begging the chauffeur to shoot his wad.
Bojangles would have to obey. "Yes, ma'am!"
Bojangles quickened his pace.
Sweat began to drip from his beefy black body as he pounded with brutal force up his mistress' cunt.
THE feel of that tight pussy could make him reach orgasm quickly.
Bojangles could feel this come bubbling up in his hefty, meaty balls.
He gasped.
He grunted.
And he suddenly let loose with a neanderthal scream that seemed to come from his very bowels.
Thick streams of fuckjuice traveled up his thick, veined shaft and exploded into Melissa's twat.
The girl shuddered uncontrollably.
Her entire body trembled with the force of a thousand wild horses.
Her pussy was drenched was her own love liquid flowed and greased up the huge pole that was ravaging her deepest recesses with load after load of sticky, sweet jism.
Bojangles body lurched and pumped.
And suddenly the black chauffeur was still.
He had shot his load.
He was exhausted.
Spent.
And the little blonde girl was about to pass out from orgasmic delight. The alcohol had really gone to her head! "That was marvelous!" she whispered. "Thank you, ma'am."
"You may pull out now, Bojangles."
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles' cock was still hard and throbbing.
But he pulled out of his mistress' satisfied twat.
Bojangles' cock glistened with pussy juice.
He ran his thick fingers over his shaft and brought them up to his lips.
He slurped at the delicious fishy delicacy with horny heat.
Melissa's eyes fluttered open and she glanced at the watch that was wrapped around Bojangles's thick wrist.
"Gracious!" she exclaimed suddenly, spring to life and grabbing for her yellow summer frock. "We better be heading back! It's almost six o'clock and I still have Chuckie's big cock to contend with!"
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles pulled up his pants and stuffed his flaccid slab of fuckmeat neatly inside. He hung himself to the right. As always.
Melissa wriggled into her frock.
"Damn!" she exclaimed. "Half the fucking buttons had been ripped off! You'll really have to be more careful next time, Bojangles. Or you won't get many more times to shove that thick black cock of yours up my cunt."
"Yes, ma'am."
Bojangles exited the back seat of the Mazaradi and swaggered around to the front.
He put the key in the ignition and the engine sprang to life.
The black Mazaradi swung onto the highway once again.
Memories of Melissa's nubile flesh still danced in Bojangles' mind.
But Melissa was already dreaming of Chuckie the cute yard boy and his thick white cock....