Chapter 7
"Bojangles, pull the car over."
"Here, ma'am?"
"Of course here, you silly nigger! Where else would I mean? Five blocks down?"
"But this looks like a very bad neighborhood, ma'am."
"Bojangles...."
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Do you like your job?"
"I most certainly do, ma'am."
"Would you like to keep it."
"Of course, ma'am!"
"THEN DO AS I FUCKING TELL YOU, YOU STUPID SHIT!! PULL THIS CAR OVER NOW!!! "
"What if the hubcaps get stolen, ma'am?"
"I don't know! We'll buy the rental company a new car! Just park on this block!"
Bojangles reluctantly pulled over.
The area was indeed a very shady one.
Groups of Puerto Rican teenagers blaring slasa music from ghetto blasters lined the sidewalks.
Graffiti lined the walls.
Burned out buildings were numerous.
This was deepest Harlem.
And Melissa Millicent-Forbes had demanded that her chauffeur pull over to the side of the street in their big pink Cadillac.
Bojangles sometimes worried about his mistress' sanity....
"Now what, ma'am?"
"What do you think?"
"We're certainly not going to step outside I hope!"
Bojangles was horrified at the thought.
"Of course not! Although these vulgar street urchins are probably related to you in some way, even I can tell that we'd get knifed as soon as we opened the car door! I'm not dumb, you know!"
"Whatever you say, ma'am."
"If we're not going to step outside, what else do you think we should do?"
"Stay in the car?" Bojangles suggested.
"You think you're a silly fuck, don't you? Keep that sense of humor up and you'll be without a job and standing on one of these street corners with the rest of these disgusting darkies!"
"My lips are sealed, ma'am."
"Not quite, Bojangles. You're not going to get out of this that easil"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now, answer my question! What do you think I want you to do."
"I really have no idea, ma'am."
"Think!"
"I'm really at a loss, ma'am."
"Think of Juanita Canyon ... " Bojangles eyes grew wide. "B-but ... b-but...."
"But, but YES!"
"But Missy Millicent-Forbes! NO!! "
"What do you mean?"
"We can't do that ... HERE!"
"And why the fuck not? It's a free country, isn't it?"
"I doubt very seriously it's that free, ma'am!"
"Well, I believe in good old American freedom! You should be thankful for it, too! It's what set your ancestors free!"
"Well, I do believe in it, but...."
"But nothing! We should have the right to exercise our freedom of expression! I learned that in my American Government class last year!"
"But what you're suggesting isn't really freedom of expression, if you don't mind my saying so, ma'am!"
"What is it then?"
"It's ... it's obscenity!"
Melissa threw back her head and shrieked with laughter.
"You certainly didn't consider it obscene when we pulled over in Juanita Canyon."
"But-"
"Shut up and let me finish...."
"But-"
"I'm warning you! You couldn't wait to shove your big black cock up my cunt when we pulled over in Juanita Canyon!"
"But Juanita Canyon is deserted, ma'am."
"So what?"
"So this is Harlem in New York City in the middle of the afternoon and there are hundreds of people milling around us, ma'am."
"I know. And all of them are staring at our car."
"And quite a few are touching it, I might add. And I just waxed it this morning...."
"These people won't notice a thing! Why, they're hardly real humans in the sense of the word anyway!
They live in vulgar tenements infested with vermin and cockroaches, they eat dog food ... Anything we do in the back of this pink Cadillac can hardly be considered obscene when you compare it with these cretins' everyday lives!"
"B-but, Miss Millicent-Forbes...."
"Yes, Bojangles?"
"I-I wouldn't even be able to...."
"To what?"
"To, well, you know what I mean, ma'am...."
"To ...??? "
"To perform...."
"You mean to get it up?"
"I-I suppose that that's what I mean, yes."
"Shit, Bojangles! No need to worry about that! One look at my great tits and you'll have no problem at all! The blood will rush to your big black cock as quickly as it always has, no matter where you've fucked me!"
"I have a feeling this with be an entirely different experience, ma'am...."
Melissa squealed with exasperation.
"I'm giving you one last chance, darkie! Get your ass back her immediately or I'll catch the flight back to Los Angeles tomorrow on my own!"
Bojangles gulped.
He really did love his life of luxury at Millicent-Forbes Manor in Beverly Hills. The big black chauffeur sighed.
He got out of the car.
Melissa giggled with glee as the chauffeur opened the back door of the car and climbed in.
The rich little blonde girl knew that she would always get her way!
She had these servants wrapped around her little finger!
Bojangles sat next to his mistress in the back seat of the pink Cadillac convertible.
Thank Goodness Melissa had enough decency to keep the top rolled up!
Bojangles could only imagine the outroar that was going to erupt on Convent Avenue and One hundred and thirty-seventh Street when Melissa forced him to rape her in broad daylight in the back seat of the car!
And if they had done it with the top down....
The black chauffeur shuddered to think....
"Come on!" Melissa urged. "Let's go!"
Melissa tugged impatiently at Bojangles' chauffeur uniform pants.
Her fingers wrapped around his zipper and she pulled it down.
She dug underneath his underwear and pulled out the man's thick shaft of cockmeat.
"See?" she wailed. "It's almost hard already!"
Melissa knew just how to make the cock reach its full strength.
She bent down and wrapped her lips around the shaft. She sucked. She slurped. She licked.
In moments, Bojangles' cock was standing stiffly at attention in spite of itself.
Melissa reached down and pulled her own tight jeans to her ankles.
She shoved down her frilly panties.
Her thick bush of pubic hair was suddenly exposed.
Bojangles glanced out the windows of the car. Nobody had noticed the lurid sex scene that was being set up. Yet.
"Now fuck me!" Melissa demanded.
Bojangles grunted in discomfort and pulled his pants and underwear down.
He kicked them off and they fell to the floor of the car.
Melissa lay on her back.
"Straddle my hips!" she demanded.
Bojangles' hulking form of negroid flesh got on top of his mistress.
"Now shove it up my cunt!"
Bojangles did as he was told.
His meaty cock slid up Melissa's cunt.
He began to pump away.
In seconds, a crowd had begun to form around the car.
Puerto Ricans and blacks alike began to push and jostle one another for a view of the hot fuck action that was occurring inside the pink Cadillac.
Melissa could hear the tones of their voices, but could not distinguish what they were saying.
She was lost in rapture.
(And she also did not know how to speak Spanish.)
Bojangles pounded up her dripping pussy. He pounded. He thrust.
He attacked her with all the brute strength his meaty body possessed.
Melissa wrapped her hands around her big chauffeur's broad shoulders.
She stuck out her tongue and attacked Bojangles' mouth.
Her tongue slid between his thick lips.
Melissa bucked her hips up.
All thick ten inches of cock violated her pussy.
She grinded her hips sensuously.
In this manner, she was able to feel the black man's cock ravaging every section of her abyss of love.
Her canal of carnal delights.
Her wet, dripping pussy!
"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! " she screamed.
The crowds outside the car grew.
The spectators became increasingly rowdy. Hands stared pressing up against the windows of the car.
Noses were pressed against the window panes. Puerto Ricans and blacks were pressing in on all sides.
And still Bojangles' cock stayed hard. And he kept on giving his mistres more and more of that thick, throbbing shaft that she loved so much. That she lusted after! That she hungered for!
Melissa bucked up to meet the professional strokes.
Bojangles was not merely a chauffeur! He was Melissa's sex slave! A sex slave that had to fulfill the little rich girl's every desire just like Chuckie had to. like Bernard had to. like Edna-Louise had to.
Melissa was the luckiest little girl on the Earth at that moment!
She had the best tits on the East Coast, the best legs in the nation!
She had traveled from Los Angeles to New York on the perchance of meeting up with a hot, hung artist she had seen in a magazine.
And she had met him.
And fucked him.
And been fucked by him!
Melissa threw her head back and wailed in ecstatic delight.
Bojangles kept pumping up her twat.
His balls smacked her pelvic bone.
His shaft slid in and out, up and down, back and forth.
Ungh!
"Fuck me!"
UNGH!
"FUCK ME!"
UNGH.'
"FUCK ME!"
"I-I can't hold out much longer!" Bojangles gasped, even as the crowds were egging him on.
They wanted the hot fuck session to last all afternoon!
So did Melissa.
Of course.
But all good things must come to an end.
And suddenly stream after stream of jism exploded deep up the wriggling girl's cock-lusting pussy.
Melissa's head shot back.
Her fingernails raked into the coarse, leathery skin of her chauffeur's back.
She rode out Bojangles' orgasm.
And they were both still.
Suddenly, as they lay panting in one another's arms, the sound of police sirens reached their ears.
Bojangles jumped to action. He pulled on his pants. He forgot all about his underwear. They remained on the floor in a tiny pile. Melissa tugged her jeans around her waist. "Should we make a break for it."
"In this, ma'am? They'll spot us a mile away."
"We better do some quick talking!" The police car pulled up to the pink Cadillac. Bojangles gulped nervously.
"Mother? It's me, Melissa ... yes ... I'm fine ... but ... yes ... no ... yes ... MOTHER! Will you please listen! I got one phone call to make, and I decided to call you! Mother! Mother! Don't cry! No ... well, uh ... well ... for indecent exposure ... yes ... MOTHER! I am not! Oh, please! Yes! No! Let me speak to Daddy! You're absolutely useless! No ... Goodbye...."
Melissa smiled up at the police officer who towered over her.
"She's getting Daddy for me," Melissa explained.
The police officer continued chewing on his gum.
"Hi! Daddy? Hi! It's me! Yes ... I-NO! Don't listen to a word she says ... well, uh ... YES! But I need to be bailed out ... indecent exposure! Oh, not you, too! I am not! I already told mother that! Yes, he's here with me. Yes. Yes. In the cell. No ... in the car ... yes ... in Harlem ... DADDY!! Oh, PLEASE!! Will you just send me the money? Wire it, please! This jail is absolutely disgusting! And the food is awful! Just awful! Okay ... yes ... love and kisses to Mother ... Okay. Goodbye!"
Melissa hung up the phone.
"Daddy says he's wiring the money. It should be here this afternoon."
The policeman kept staring silently at Melissa.
His eyes cast over her big boobs.
He licked his lips.
"You do this type of kinky thing often, kid."
"Well, sporadically, I would say. Not exactly often...."
"About how often?"
"Oh, about once every week or so...."
"Yeah?"
A grin spread across the police officer's face.
Melissa checked him out.
BRADY, his badge said.
He had nice blue eyes.
A thick tuft of brown hair.
Meaty thighs.
Nice arms.
And what a big bulge!
Melissa's eyes almost popped out of her head. "Uh, listen, kid, I think I should take you up to the lounge and get you a cup of coffee Would you like that?"
"What about my chauffeur?" Melissa asked, motioning to a humiliated Bojangles who sat on a bench opposite her.
"He can stay down here."
"Okay."
"Ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
"Then let's go!"
Once in the hallway, Officer Brady grabbed Melissa's slender shoulders and threw her up against the wall.
But this was not an act of police brutality. Police lust would have been a better phrase. Office Brady shoved his tongue between Melissa's pink lips. The girl took it eagerly. Officer Brady fondled her right boob. Then her left boob.
Then he reached down and caressed the moist, warm area between Melissa's thighs. Melissa gasped and spread her legs. Wide.
Officer Brady continued to fondle her twat. Melissa decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
She reached down and grasped the thick, solid shaft that throbbed in the man's crotch.
"Ooooo!" she cooed. "Nice and hard."
"And big!" added the extremely vain Officer Brady. "Of course!"
"You like men in uniform."
"Love them!"
"Great! There's a whole bunch of guys that are just dying to meet you."
"B-but...."
"Your bail money won't be here for a few hours. You don't want to be bored, do you."
"I guess not!!! "
Melissa traipsed down the hallway behind the police officer.
Life sure was fun when you were the daughter of the richest man in California!
Melissa giggled as the police officer led her down the hallway.
This trip to New York sure was eventful!
Melissa couldn't wait to get back to California to tell Chuckie, Bernard and Edna-Louise all about it!