Chapter 1
When she was sixteen years old, Salome Coyne was raped by her step-father. It was the last time anybody surprised her.
The world did not hold anything shocking for her after that. Sixteen years of watching the streets, dodging the studs and junkies, keeping her pussy tight and undamaged, so that it would be valuable, later on, had been more than most lifetimes for others.
Losing her cherry to the man she hoped would pick her family up out of the garbage and despair of Harlem had just about ended the girl's concept of trusting anyone. After that, survival was all that counted. That, and a good sense of the smarts.
She was thinking about that rape, now as she casually bathed little Billy Tapper. The five-year-old boy was splashing around in the soapy water, giggling and playing with his toys, and Salome was not paying the strictest attention to her work.
She supposed it was the sight of his little cock that made her drift back to her own time of purity. It was so tiny and so unused as yet, not having become the weapon of pain and trouble it would eventually be.
The little boy hadn't hurt anybody with his tool, yet. That wouldn't come for quite some time. Salome grinned as she stared at the child. He was looking up at her, his eyes wide and his grin completely trusting.
You dumb, bird-brained little fucker, the twenty-four-year-old nurse thought. You think I'm just the sweetest thing there is, don't you? Well, you just go on thinking that way, it's just what I want you to do.
Salome shook her head, rubbing some soap into the washcloth and pushing the rag over the boy's back and shoulders. She was thankful that the kid didn't mind baths. The last family she worked for, she had to fight the children tooth and nail to wash them, then listen to the parents bitch, when the kids didn't come out squeaky clean.
At least this clan was a bit more self-controlled. A lot more tight-ass, but that was just fine. She had plans for the Tapper family. Big plans.
She grinned wider now, and pushed the child gently back in the tub. "Come on, baby, let Salome wash your privates," she chuckled softly. Out of her eye, she caught sight of the girl peering into the bathroom, trying to be secret about her spying.
She had a fleeting impulse to spin around and confront the girl, let her know, once and for all, that she was well aware of the fact that Candy Tapper was always sneaking around and watching her.
She curbed the impulse, however. In point of fact, she was glad the girl was spying on her, she wanted her to. It was all part of the plan. All part of the great scheme she had.
She adjusted the boy in the tub, so that the girl, peering in through the crack of the door, could see exactly what she was doing. As the child giggled with delight, she rubbed his tiny cock with the wash cloth, pulling on it leisurely and lightly. She could almost imagine the wide-eyed stare in sixteen-year-old Candy's eyes.
That little girl is getting ripe for it, Salome thought with amusement. She's already caught the other boy pulling on his rod, I'm surprised she hasn't asked to do it for him herself.
The thought of fourteen-year-old Martin Tapper set Salome's loins to tingling just a little bit. He was to be the icing on the cake, she mused. Him and the girl. She was going to have lots of fun, once she set the plan into motion.
The little boy in the bathtub was cooing with pleasure now, as the black nurse continued to take more than the time needed to wash his loins. She ran the cloth slowly over his tiny legs and little buttocks, and rubbed it against his flesh, briskly. The kid was smiling like he was in heaven and it made Salome laugh softly, with amusement once more.
"You sure like that, don't you, boy?" she cackled quietly: "You don't know what it's about, but you know how good it feels, right?"
In the mirror's reflection she saw the combination of intense interest and flickering excitement that was already flashing in the girl that was watching her. The eyes told her everything. They were nearly on fire.
She shook her head, rinsing the little boy off, then. These little white bitches never understand themselves, she was thinking. She knew for certain, that even through all her excitement, Candy Tapper was probably more than likely, feeling a horrible sense of guilt and shame.
What they thought that pussy they had was for, Salome would never know. In a lot of ways, she was grateful for her step-father's attack. It had taken some foolish notions out of her mind, even as it had taken virginity out of her flesh.
Instead of locking it up like a priceless jewel, she had used her pussy after that. Used it to get the best grades she could in school, and the best jobs once she got out of school.
So far, her tight black pit had taken her a good distance out of the stinking streets she had been born to. She intended to have it take her a lot further.
Bored, now, with being spied on, she picked the boy out of the tub to dry him, turning to face the door. She wasn't surprised to find the girl gone, once she had completed her turn, and happy that the job had been completed.
She's going to wonder a bit more, Salome was thinking. Going to think about my hands, and what those things I can do feel like. She's going to go back to her room and touch herself, trying hard to get the liquid warmth rolling inside of her, and while she's doing that, she's going to be thinking about my hands.
The tall, elegant-looking nurse was well aware of the confusion existing in a sixteen-year-old girl. Children of both sexes are very unstable at that age, she knew. Very, very ready to be pushed and nudged in whatever direction pleasure can take them.
As she rubbed the little boy clean, she smiled to herself in the big, ornate mirror that covered the length of the wall above the sink in the bathroom. That reading that she had done had certainly come in handy.
While she was studying in college, she had made a point to take several courses in psychology, learning as much as she could about people, mostly children and parents and how they worked together.
Even when only halfway through school, she had realized she was forming some plan in her mind, without really knowing what the plan actually was. Now, a couple of years later, she had a better idea of what she had in mind, and was pleased with herself, that she had had the foresight to be educating herself ahead of time.
Salome Coyne had no intention of being a nurse all her life. Washing the behind of some white woman's kid wasn't her idea of her place in the world. Cleaning up after other's wasn't going to be her future.
Not that it really mattered in the end, that they were white. She wouldn't have settled for it, if they were as black as she was. Power, money, control, that was to be her destiny. "I was born to rule," she whispered to herself, shaking the little boy. "You hear me, Billy, I was born to rule!"
The little boy giggled, laughing delightfully as she dried his hair. She picked him up then and carried him into his small bedroom. She put him down on his bed and picked up the tiny pair of baby shorts, slipping them over his tiny, pudgy legs.
She shook her head, as she gazed, absently around the boy's room. She'd grown up with two other sisters, sleeping in the same couch-bed in her mother's living room. The idea of a five-year-old having his own bedroom, not to mention own bed, was a little offensive to her.
She could allow herself to get real angry at these white scum, if she wanted to. It was often a battle for her to keep her anger under control. They just flaunted their damn good fortune too often for her, sometimes.
Grimly she dressed the child in his slacks and shirt, then fit the shoes and socks over his feet. After she had tied the laces, she put him down on the floor, and the little boy began to play with his toys.
At that point, she heard the door in the front of the apartment slamming, and glancing at her watch, she realized that Martin was home from .baseball practice. She could hear him arguing with his older sister, and she sighed, hurrying to the living room to break up the fight.
"All right, you kids, settle it down," she said, sternly as she walked into the big, plush room that was damn near the size of the apartment she'd lived in as a girl.
They were in the center, squaring off to crack each other with their fists. She could see the haughty, sneering look on Candy Tapper's face, that snotty, rich-bitch attitude she couldn't stand.
In front of her, Martin Tapper, thin and wiry, with all the handsomeness of his father showing on his features, was doubling up his fists into tight, white-knuckled hammers. For a moment, she almost wanted to let the boy smash his sister in the face. The little bitch deserved it, thought Salome.
"What's all this fussing about, anyway?" she hissed, coming between them. "Can't you two ever spend more than five minutes together without trying to kill each other?"
"The little pig called me a dirty name," Candy hissed turning to glare at Salome, the sense of being superior clear in her eyes. "I don't have to stand for that!"
"Aw Christ, Salome," snorted the boy, relaxing now that the fight had been stopped. "She was walking around with her chest pushed out, showing me how big her boobs are getting. She just didn't think I'd dare tell her I knew what she was doing."
"He called me a cockteaser," wailed the girl. "He said he's going to tell everybody that that's what I am!"
"Well you are," snarled the boy. "Anytime you go around tossing your rear end around like a salad and jiggling your boobs, that's what you are!"
Viciously, the girl slapped her brother across the cheek. He hadn't been expecting the blow, and it threw him back a couple of inches in shock. He put his hand to his stinging face and started to lunge forward.
Salome caught him around the waist and held him from rushing at his sister. "Now, now, you can't go hitting ladies," she chuckled softly, allowing the tips of her fingers to fan out over his groin. "It isn't proper, Marty."
"She hit me, she cracked me one," he hissed, struggling against the black woman's grip, trying not really very hard, to break free.
"Girls are apt to do that, if you insult them, honey," the woman chuckled, gently kneading his groin then, to calm him down. "You're not supposed to tell them you realize what they're doing."
The young girl, her face at first rather smug and confident, began to grow dark, as she understood that Salome was agreeing with her brother in a round about way. Salome gave the glaring child a cool stare as she felt the young boy's shaft growing a bit as she massaged it.
The gentle, subtle caress took Martin's mind off his anger at his sister, and Salome released him after a moment, once she felt the shaft behind his trousers grown to almost full erection.
"Now you say you're sorry to your sister, honey," she cooed gently in the boy's ear, giving it a flick with her pink, pointed tongue. "And make up with her, for me."
Grudgingly, the boy nodded and mumbled a bleak apology.
He turned then, and quickly left the big living room, slipping into his bed room and shutting the door loudly. Faintly, Salome could hear the lock clicking into place and she grinned, broadly at the girl across from her.
"He's right, you know, baby," she said evenly. "You can't expect someone to let it pass, when you strut around like you do sometimes, Candy."
The girl, her hands on her hips, her legs apart in a defiant stance, glared darkly at the nurse. Her breasts were half-exposed in the open-throat blouse she was wearing, the nipples dark against the creamy color of it, pressing hard with her breathing.
"I saw what you did," she hissed. "I saw what you were doing to him."
"Good thing I did, too, child," laughed Salome. "Or else he'd have given you a bit of a nose bleed, I suspect. He hasn't quite become a gentleman yet."
"You touched him," the girl snapped. "You touched his thing, I saw it."
"What's the matter honey, are you jealous," laughed Salome coldly. "What do you want, to touch it yourself? Or, is it you want to be touched instead?"
The girl's eyes flew open wide in shock and embarrassment, as if she had been discovered doing something that she shouldn't. She gulped furiously and just a few tears came to her eyes. "I'm going to tell, I am," she sniffed, running then, from the living room.
Salome's laughter followed her as she ran to her own bedroom and slammed the door shut. The black woman watched her go, then shook her head and sat down in an easy chair, shutting her eyes tightly. She was wondering if Bert Tapper, husband to Jessica and father to Martin, Candy and Billy would want it again tonight. Grimly, she supposed he would. After all, the family was supposed to be going out to dinner with the grandparents this evening, and as always, she assumed Bert would have some urgent business to do before joining them. He was like that.
He had made no bones about it, when he interviewed her in his office two months ago. She had worn one of her most alluring, without being obviously so, dresses, and he had responded to it.
Sitting beside her on the wide, leather sofa in his office, sipping wine as he asked the necessary questions, his hand had kept finding its way to her bare knee cap. She hadn't pulled her leg away, either.
"I need somebody that can handle a rather large family," he had told her, his fingers gently opening and closing around her smooth, rounded knee. "That can take care of all the needs of each member." , She had leaned back and smiled, nodding her head with complete understanding. "I think I can do the job, Mister Tapper," she had told him. "I am well experienced in doing for others."
He had chuckled softly, leaning into her a little more, and she had found herself becoming amused by the game they were playing. Why he couldn't just come out and say he wanted a little pussy besides her nursing skills, she didn't know.
But, she'd played along, acting as if she had no idea in The world what he meant, even as she knew they both understood that they both understood, what he was talking about, completely.
She felt his lips pressing against her neck and she shivered, feeling his other hand on her shoulder. She wondered, for a moment, how long it would take him to get it down to her breast, and when she turned her mouth to his, she wasn't surprised at the speed with which he reached the target.
Their lips met, hers soft and pliant, moist and sensual, his rather dry and cruel, thin and cold in their kiss. Instantly, as she parted her teeth for his eager tongue, she felt the hand slipping over one of her large, full breasts, kneading it through the material of her dress.
"I think you're gonna do all right, Salome," he had chuckled, thickly, as his fingers squeezed her boob, anxiously.
She had laughed in return and ran her left hand around his neck for support and her right, quickly down over his stomach to his groin; From the way his shaft was already expanding against the tailored cut of his trousers, she knew it wasn't going to be too much work satisfying him.
"Umm, I think I might like working for you, Mister Tapper," she had chuckled, kneading the throbbing bulge gently. "I think I'm going to find the job very interesting, indeed!"
Bert Tapper had shuddered as he felt the black woman's fingers, long and delicate, tenderly squeezing and massaging the growing bulge that was beginning to pain him. He shuddered, his mouth mashing down over hers hungrily, and he drove his tongue, frantically at her own.
She allowed his eager spear to entwine around hers and listened to the thick, harsh gasps of breath that were escaping his lungs. His other hand had slithered up along her thigh then, scraping the tips of his fingers along the damp warmth of her inner flesh.
She shivered, glad that her legs did not need any panty hose to give them shape and form. She felt the tips of his fingers riding hesitantly over her panties, then, pressing greedily against the silken fabric and thrilling, she knew, to the dampness and warmth that came through them.
His kiss was growing more greedy as she fondled his shaft through his trousers. His lips roamed over hers, anxiously, his teeth beginning to take quick, short bites of her tender petals.
She moaned quietly, allowing her body to relax and experience as much pleasure, which wasn't a lot, as she could from his greedy caress and kiss. She felt his hand quickly riding down over her back, unzipping the dress with anxious need.
From the way he was trembling, she could tell that he was by now, so hot for her, that she could have held him off, if she wanted to. She could have said no, but that wasn't the way to play the game.
She allowed him to pull the dress away from her breasts, and listened, with satisfaction, as he gazed at her full, round breasts, now revealed to his greedy eyes. They rode high on her rib cage, the nipples thick and huge, pointing toward the ceiling in a proud, defiant manner.
He clasped his hand back over one soft, warm globe and "she shivered as she felt his fingers digging into her flesh, kneading the mound with a nearly brutal passion. She winced, slightly as he caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and impatiently rolled it back and forth.
Hot and stinging waves tore quickly through her breast and she shivered in response to the caress. Her own hand was busily unzipping his trousers then, tugging on the belt buckle and button that held them closed.
"Umm, that feels nice, Mister Tapper," she murmured as his fingers explored her mound, pushing and tugging on her panties. "Yes indeed, that's real nice!"
"Ohh, I think I can do a bit more for you than just pay you, Salome," chuckled the man, smugly. "I know a few things that can make you feel good."
His voice was a bit thick, betraying the anxious, excited need he was feeling and she nearly laughed with amusement when she got his pants open and slipped her hand inside them, wrapping her soft, slender digits around - his tool.
She felt him shudder violently and heard the drawn, groaning gasp of pleasure that escaped his lips. His fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her breast, then, and his mouth mashed so hard against hers, that she felt her lips being crushed, painfully, against her teeth.
She began to ride her hand slowly up and down on his shaft, then, and felt the cock growing harder as she kneaded and squeezed. The pole was thick, but not overly so, and the blood that was beginning to tear through it, was making it pulsate with a demanding warmth.
"God, Jesus, that's good," he gasped, shuddering as she pulled on the expanding spear. "Ohh, yeah, that's it, Salome, that's the way to go!"
"I'm going to do my job well, Mister Tapper," she whispered softly, flicking her thumbnail across the taut surface of his tool. "I'm going to show you that I know my job, well!"
The man jerked spasmodically on the sofa, the harsh, tearing waves of pleasure ripping through his flesh as she attended to his rod. His own hands were busily trying to pull her panties off her, now, and she lifted her trim, taut buttocks from the cushions, to give him more freedom to maneuver.
Quickly, he slid the unwanted garment over her hips and thighs and she kicked her legs, slightly, to allow them to fall to the floor past her feet. When his hand returned to her now naked mound, she felt the fingers almost jerking back from her hot, moist flesh in surprise.
He had probably never felt a cunt that ready for his touch, she thought, never felt his wife Betting that wet for him, so soon before. He was making soft, quiet sounds of moaning passion as he ran his hand over her pussy, and the black woman willingly spread her thighs under his attack.
"Oooo, yes, that's right, Mister Tapper," she whispered in a soft, melodic voice. "Umm, over there, yes, ohh, that's just right!"
She squeezed his shaft hard in her soft grip, then, feeling the surging blood that had filled the shaft, now quaking violently in her hand. The rod was pounding fiercely by this time, a thick, throbbing weapon that responded wildly to her slightest touch and caress.
Pumping her hand rhythmically up and down on his tool, she pushed his head down over her neck to her breasts. She felt his lips slashing at her nipples, and his teeth nipping her globes wildly, with greed.
"Ohh, kiss them, Mister Tapper," she murmured sensuously. "Umm, kiss and lick my breasts, please, yes, ahh, yes!"
He responded perfectly, opening his mouth and gathering one nipple inside. He locked his lips and teeth around the thick, hard pebble and she jerked violently as she felt his tongue lashing at her imprisoned nugget.
His fingers were toying with the lips to her pussy, then, pulling and rubbing on them, almost angrily. She opened and closed her thighs against his hands, shivering as she felt his greedy digits exploring her hot, throbbing hillock.
"Inside, inside," she cooed, thrusting her loins, spasmodically against his teasing fingers. "Ummmmm, I need them in me, Mister Tapper, in me, now!"
The man shuddered as he felt her cunt petals, fluttering and quivering delightfully beneath his exploring fingers. He pinched them between the digits, teasingly, and the warmth that poured from her cave, combined with the thick, creamy lubricant that was seeping from the pit, was too powerful an enticement for him to resist.
Greedily, he thrust two fingers inside of her, and the young black woman gasped as she felt the sudden invasion of her channel. She moaned as he sank the fingers deep inside of her tunnel, twisting and turning them until they were buried to the hilt in her steaming chamber.
"God, you're so tight," he croaked, kneading her slippery, inner walls with his long, stiff prongs. "Damn, tight and hot, Jesus, this is beautiful!"
The black woman chuckled softly, expertly flexing her inner flesh and strong muscles against his buried spears. His fingers were shocked by the power and strength of her loins and his prick thundered even more anxiously in her hand.
She felt him slithering his fingers in and out of her then, his mouth mashed savagely against her breasts. She pumped her fingers up and down on his cock, twisting and turning them against his fevered flesh, as she felt his throbbing need growing stronger and stronger in his tool.
From experience, she knew it was not going to take much more to get him sobbing with delight and nearly screaming with need. His manhood was as stiff as an iron rod by this time, pounding so savagely, it felt as if his flesh were going to burst.
Again and again she rode her soft, kneading hand along the length of his powerful, thrashing meat. With her free hand, she cupped his taut, hairy ball bag and rolled the pounding stones over her delicate fingers.
The man was nearly beside himself with passion now, and his voice was a pathetic, broken gasp as he spoke. "God, God, this is so good," he moaned, jerking and thrashing on the sofa from her exquisite attack.
She nodded her head, absently, her cunt responding to his touch and assault in just the manner she wanted it to. She was turned on enough to enjoy a portion of this, but not to lose control.
It was important to keep herself completely clear-headed, for her object was to please him beyond anything he had imagined. She could feel the flesh of his manhood burning against her soft, sensual palm, then, and she realized that the orgasm building in his loins was soon to burst.
His fingers drove quickly back and forth along her pussy walls, twisting and turning to urge her on. He seemed to thrill at the way her cunt muscles expanded and contracted around the plunging spears and she did her best, now, to convince him it was all involuntary response to the attack of his fingers.
"Ohh, Jesus, Mister Tapper, God, do I need you, now," she moaned, her voice as stretched and taut with greed as he could want it. "Ummm, please, I need you in me, I do, right now, I do!"
She was pulling on his shaft, greedily trying to draw the pounding weapon toward her cave. He moaned, and pushed her dress up to her hips, then, wedging himself, suddenly between her soft, damp thighs.
She felt the material of his trousers against her warm inner flesh as he settled down between her lovely limbs. She pulled anxiously on his tool, drawing the weapon to her hot, slippery mound with obvious demand.
"God, I want to get in there," he groaned, his voice almost a wail of need. "I want to get in there deep and hard, Salome, deep and hard!"
She laughed, her voice high-pitched and strained as she felt the hot, thick tip of his cock making contact with her quivering cunt petals. Eagerly she thrust herself forward, allowing the pulsating shaft to slither between the tender lips and penetrate the steaming passage beyond.
Almost savagely he drove into her. He groaned wildly and thrust hard, pushing his cock along her cunt walls and burying the tool deep in her moist, gripping channel. She locked her cunt muscles tightly around the plunging shaft and flexed them wildly to draw his tool deeper inside of her.
Bert Tapper moaned, his voice torn and harsh with the ecstasy of invading her. He shuddered violently, the pounding spasms of delight roaring in his flesh as she kneaded his sinking prong along its way.
His fingers frantically slipped beneath her buttocks and wrapped themselves around the hard, firm cheeks. He dug his spears into her flesh, pulling her loins hard to his groin, gasping as he buried himself inside of her.
"Give it to me, hard, Mister Tapper, hard," groaned the black woman. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him to her chest, savagely.
He shuddered again, feeling an unbelievable delight in his flesh as he ground himself against the black woman's wet, slippery belly. He pulled his weapon out of her, then slammed it back to the depths of her pussy once more.
She threw herself up to meet his attack and ground her belly against his as the cock plunged deep inside of her again. She shivered, rocking from side to side, now, using every inch of her cunt to stimulate the man.
He grew more frenzied, bucking back and forth along the hot, slippery channel with increasing power and force. His rhythm grew wild and erratic as his passion took control, and in moments, only the frantic lust that was consuming him, was guiding his nearly violent assault.
Salome was well aware of the fact that this attack would not satisfy her very much, but that was not her aim, anyway. She rocked back and forth with his ramming prong, trying as best she could to follow every plunge he took.
The faster his assault became, the more she could sense a climax building in his meat. Hurriedly she stroked her clit to give her own passion a little nudge and she flexed her muscles around the driving weapon, determined to experience at least a minor orgasm before he was finished.
She could feel him trembling and thrashing inside of her, then, bucking so fiercely that she felt he might pull out of her, in a complete loss of self-control. Inside her cunt, the walls of her tunnel had grown tight around his plunging shaft and she felt the roaring wave of release suddenly washing over her.
"Yes, Mister Tapper, ummm, going to come, yes," she moaned, jerking and twisting as he buried his weapon in her pit once more. "Oooo, here it comes, umm, so nice, so damn nice, yes, yes!"
The climax rumbled in her pit and she sobbed, locking every inch of her cunt around his thundering prong. She knew his cock was ultra-sensitive by this time, and she could well imagine what the flood of liquid and heat was doing to the man.
As she lay thrashing beneath him in the throes of her climax, the man's attack grew even more savage and fierce. He sobbed, ramming into her savagely, driving as hard and as fast as he could to the depth of her damp, tight channel.
Again and again his tool roared into her pit and she felt it expanding tightly against her walls. He was nearly in tears as he thrust himself deeply inside of her once more, and she could feel the length of his prick quaking with the sudden burst of his orgasm in his balls.
Hot, thick, wads of come began to spurt from his tool and the man nearly screamed with pleasure as the steaming seed pumped from his rod. "God, ohh, Christ, that's good," he moaned. "Ahh, coming so fucking good, Salome, so fucking good!"
He twisted and turned inside of her, the throbbing demand pouring from his flesh. Again and again the sticky gobs of semen poured from the head of his cock, the spurts of his passion draining all his energy and strength from him.
He lay inside of her, groaning and shuddering as the lingering tremors of delight rippled through the length of his spear. She felt his mouth against her shoulder, breathing heavily and she sighed, satisfied that she had accomplished what she wanted.
When at last he was able to pull away from her, he got to his feet, walking weakly to his desk as he adjusted his clothing. He sat down behind it, and 'she busily adjusted her own garments.
By the time he looked up again, a weak, drained smile on his lips, she knew that she had the job. There was an empty sound in his voice when he told her the address where he lived, and she left the office, quite pleased with herself. The first phase of her plan, successfully completed.