Chapter 2
Her first family had been the Carsons. They were merely middle-class and she lived with them for no longer than it took to gain job-experience. The second family, the Turkins, she stayed with for almost six months. They had more money, and gave her the introduction to society that she needed.
At no time, had she ever considered putting any of her plan into effect with either family.
She concentrated completely on learning the job first hand, and doing it to as much of a degree of perfection as possible.
Meanwhile, she had investigated as many other families as she could. She knew that Bert Tapper would be as shocked to discover she had read up on him thoroughly, before applying for the job, as he would not have been, to learn he had done the same.
For her plan to work, the family had to be perfect. The very members of it had to conform to her details of her plan, and above all, they had to be very, very rich. The Tappers fit the bill, to the smallest and most minor points.
Salome Coyne was more than aware of how limited her prospects were. About the best she could hope for, given her color, background and career, she knew, was to meet some black doctor and marry him.
To her, that was quite unacceptable. Black doctors don't make any money, she knew. And besides, most of the black doctors she met also wanted to marry somebody else other than a nurse.
She had dated a few while going to college and they had all opened up to her, telling her they planned to get a piece of the pie before they were done. Just speaking with them, made her realize that they wouldn't consider her a large enough piece.
That was about the time she began to formulate the plan. She learned very quickly, that it would have to be-through whites, that she reached the plain of success she desired. Fellow blacks weren't going to get her there.
That was why she rejected Elgin Downey's offer of marriage, although he was the first and only person, so far, that truly touched her heart. Elgin was a tall, incredibly handsome medical student that was more interested in medicine than money. He loved her, and she loved him, but marriage was impossible.
"You'll never be happy," he warned her when they broke up. "Money not only isn't everything, it's not anything, if that's all you have." It pained her to say it, but she had responded coldly and grimly nonetheless. "Well, we'll see about that, when I get it, won't we," she had told him.
After studying several likely candidates, she had settled on the Tapper family. Bert Tapper had inherited his money from his parents after a sudden auto accident, and his wife, Jessica, had wealthy parents of her own, still living.
Their children were perfect for Salome's needs. A young teenage girl and son, a baby boy. The sex of the baby really didn't matter, but having it a be a boy, Salome had decided, was just so much the better.
Upon reading up on the Tapper's in several magazines, she had picked up bits and pieces of useful information. Tapper had married late, almost thirty, and his wife had had a history of emotional, problems.
This last piece of gossip had been picked up by checking around with friends, and added to that, was the fact that the Tapper's kept separate bedrooms. Salome had no doubts that the stories her friends told her about the Tappers not having sex any longer were true.
When she met Jessica, a rather cold and aloof woman, even to a servant, Salome felt, she was almost certain that she had made the best possible choice. Wrapping them around her finger was going to be easy.
The husband and wife often seemed to deal with other as vague and distant relatives, rather than marriage partners and the children were equally as distant and confused with each other.
The fourteen-year-old boy was obviously dealing with his puberty with some difficulty, and the girl was fighting between rigid coldness and smoldering sexuality. The baby was bright and cheerful, but given to moody silence.
All in all, they were fucked up, perfect for a woman that knew how to carefully, skillfully manipulate them. Just what she intended to do.
From the first, she was drawn to the young boy, deciding that she had to get him on her side as soon as possible. The girl would be out of the question for quite awhile she realized, and perhaps the mother, would be the hardest of all.
In Jessica Tapper's eyes, she had seen suspicion and distrust, even a measure of hatred. Obviously, the bitch knew her husband got a little off her from the moment they were introduced.
From the way her nostrils flared and her eyes roamed quickly up and down the length of her body, Salome was wondering if she were trying to see or smell any evidence of her husband on the nurse.
"Mister Tapper has told you almost everything you need to know," the woman had said, stiffly. "So I don't suppose there is any reason for me to repeat your duties."
"I'm aware of my responsibilities, yes," Salome had answered, evenly, not giving an inch under the woman's cold stare. "And I'm well-qualified for the task."
That had shaken Jessica enough for Salome to notice. She wasn't used to servants being tough with her, and it was easy to see her nervousness. But Salome had not pushed her, for she was smart enough to realize when to back off.
She had not been there a week before she could sense the white woman forgetting all about her. She was probably even glad that the husband had her around for his pleasure, Salome considered grimly. As long as he stayed out of his wife's bed, the woman would be happy, the nurse was convinced.
But it was the'' children that she . was interested in. They were the key to the whole plan. They would be the vehicles through which she would come, eventually, to dominate and control this whole family.
As she walked toward the back of the apartment, then, she smiled to herself, thinly. I'm not going to be their nurse for very long, she was thinking confidently. Soon, I shall be the one that is taken care of, bowed to and pampered. Soon, I'll be the one pulling the strings, not them.
She had heard about slaves during the time before the Civil War, almost running some plantations completely. Never admitted to, of course, still under bondage but still in command and control, the helpless whites prisoners under their subtle control.
That was what she intended here. She would take each one of them under her influence, slowly, carefully bind them to her will, so that before they knew it, each of them would be powerless to resist her commands.
But the children were first. She already had the father's cock almost in her purse, she intended to get the boy's in there, too, as quickly as possible. She knew he wanted her, she could tell he was dying to get next to her, but too terrified to admit it, perhaps even to himself.
She had seen the look in his eyes, the rather frightened, confused stare he gave her every now and then. It was as if he had two armies battling inside of him, just as his sister did, and all she had to do was lend her support to one of them, to dictate the outcome of the war.
She stopped beside Martin's door, listening carefully for the sounds, if any, that might come from within. She could hear a little labored breathing and she smiled to herself, imagining what was going on inside the room.
She was about to knock, when she heard the opening of Candy's door down the hall. She abruptly turned around and returned to the living room, settling down in a chair once more.
The girl was dressed in a tube top and tight shorts, now, and it was obvious that she hadn't quite learned the lesson her brother and Salome were trying to teach her. Salome grinned at her as she walked by.
"That's not going to throw any cold water on those boys, honey," she chuckled, pointing with one, long slender finger to the girl's outfit.
Candy Tapper sniffed in distaste. "I am jusr. trying to keep comfortable in this wretched heat," she snorted. "I'm going out to play tennis, I shall be back by dinner time."
"Ill let your folks know," Salome chuckled again. She watched as the girl picked up a short spring coat and threw it over her shoulder. When the pretty teenager had left the apartment, Salome quickly got to her feet and headed back toward the bedrooms.
She noticed Martin going into the bathroom and she quickly slipped into his room, taking a place beside his dresser. He had a list of sicknesses that she had to keep constant checks on, and she was examining the small, daily book beside his bed when he returned to the room.
He was nervous and shuddering a bit as if he was embarrassed, as he sat down on the bed. She felt certain, then, that he had just been masturbating, and her very presence made him feel guilty about it.
"Well, am I getting any better?" he chuckled, clearing his throat, anxiously. He leaned back against the bed, and Salome suppressed a smile as she heard him pushing a magazine she had noticed, deeper beneath his pillow.
"You tell me," she said brightly, turning and smiling at him, broadly. "Do you feel like a big, strong fourteen-year-old boy, or not?"
He shrugged. "I feel okay, I guess," he muttered. "I don't feel like a he-man, but I'm not as weak as a kitten, either."
The tall, lovely black woman cocked her hip and leaned, rather enticingly, she felt, against the side of the dresser. She had one hand on her smooth, graceful hip and was toying with her long, black hair with the other.
"Well, you look okay," she laughed, quietly. "But that doesn't say much. Action always speaks louder than words."
"Hell, I'm on the baseball team," he snorted. "And I run track, too! What more can you want out of a kid?"
"Ohh, there's lots of things," Salome said, her voice casual and vague. "Such as, how are you doing with the girls these days?"
"I do okay," the boy mumbled, his voice becoming distinctly ruffled. "What's that got to do with anything?"
Salome laughed and went around to the other side of his bed, well aware that his eyes were following her closely, perhaps locked onto the generous ripple that her buttocks made as she walked.
She peered out the window of his bedroom to the skyline in front of the penthouse apartment. Far below she could see the tiny figures of people milling in the street and she nodded as if only half interested in the conversation.
"If a boy your age isn't doing well with the girls," she said carefully. "Then he's got a problem. "He can't possibly feel too good, if he isn't taking care of his nut, now can he?"
She turned to face him then, delighting in the flush of pink that had risen up in his cheeks. He looked down at his feet, shutting his eyes for a moment or two, and Salome saw she had struck a nerve.
"I worry about you, honey," she said, sitting down on the bed, now, and leaning over to touch his arm, affectionately. "And since I am in charge of your health, it's hardly surprising I'd be concerned."
She was stroking the boy's arm, then, gently riding the tips of her long, manicured nails up and down the length of them. She could feel the goose bumps rising up on his skin, and hear the sudden force of his labored breathing.
"Well... hell... I...," he stammered worriedly, drawing his arm away from her hand and holding it as if her touch had burned him. "I... I mean, what do you want, anyway, Salome?"
"I just want to help you, honey," she whispered, moving a little closer to him on the bed now. She could feel the nervousness coming off him like a cloud, and it stimulated her, almost as much as it amused her.
The boy felt her fingers at the nape of his neck, then, and he groaned, shivering uncontrollably as a harsh, tingling spasm rippled through his groin. He was breathing heavily, each breath almost painful to inhale.
"You can't help me in that area," he chuckled, anxiously. "I mean, that's my problem, you know."
"You're a nice, big boy, honey," she cooed softly, moving even closer to him, now, her fingers lazily scraping at the back of his neck. "You shouldn't have any trouble in that department at all!"
Cautiously, she ran the palm of her hand over his leg then, her soft, warm flesh meeting his trembling thigh beneath his shorts. He groaned, jerking once again as the contact was made, forcing the throbbing pain in his groin to grow stronger.
"Yeah, sure, of course," he muttered grimly. "Hell, sometimes I wonder about that. I wonder if I can turn anybody on!"
Salome laughed, her voice low and husky, the erotic tingle of promise in it quite clear, she was sure. She gently moved the tips of her fingers against his leg and tightened her grip around his neck.
"Don't be that way, honey," she murmured, bending forward and pressing her lips to his cheek. "I know what's good to look at, and believe me, baby, you're it!"
The young boy was painfully aware of her nearness to him. The touch of her soft, succulent petals at his cheek, and the heady, womanly aroma she gave off, was making his body throb with a sudden and powerful desire.
"Ohh, man, if I could only be sure of that," he moaned. "I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm going to explode, Salome!"
Now her fingers tightened on his leg and her hand gently turned his head around to face her. She could feel him trembling violently almost and she shook her head, making a sweet bow with her lips.
"I know one person you get to, baby boy," she chuckled quietly, leaning forward and pressing her lips suddenly to his. "I sure know one black lady you get the blood to flowing inside of!"
The boy was shocked as her mouth gently mashed against his. For a brief instant he did not know whether to clutch at her savagely, or flee the room and her caress. His body grew tense as he waited for the answer to come, and the beautiful, young black nurse, provided it.
"This is just between you and me, honey," she whispered, slashing at his teeth with her mouth. "I'm going to show you just how much you can get a girl going!"
She knew, exactly, of course, just the sort of impact this was having on the boy. To have his older, grown-up adult nurse showing such interest in him, had to be both blowing the boy's mind, and stimulating him beyond belief.
She ran her lips back and forth across his, greedily, then, lashing her tongue between his teeth and entwining the soft, pink dart around his own. He stiffened, his body going completely rigid as she hungrily made her attack.
His hands were in his lap and she pushed at them with the one that had been holding his thigh. "Come on, baby, you've done enough reading, you know what to do," she murmured softly. "Come on and be nice to me, if I'm gonna be nice to you!"
The boy groaned wildly. He was shuddering as if a harsh spasm of electric current was being pumped through him. She lifted one of his hands to the finely starched top of her uniform and held his palm to her breasts.
She could well imagine his excitement as he felt her hard, molded breasts, rising and falling excitedly against the material of her bra and uniform. He shivered again, closing his eyes tightly and finally daring o close his fingers around the globe.
"Umm, that's it, honey," she whispered intently, pushing his other hand out of the way and cupping her hand over the growing mound in his shorts. "Now do what you've been reading about, honey! Come on, make me feel good!"
Fourteen-year-old Martin Tapper felt the breasts beating wildly under his hand, and the lovely black woman's fingers at his crotch and he could not believe his good fortune.
He felt Salome kneading his shaft through his shorts, pulling and tugging on his young prong, while thrusting her chest hard against his hand. He was shuddering as he fumbled with the buttons to the garment, trying desperately to free them and her breasts from their confinement.
Salome giggled softly and felt the boy tearing the garment down her shoulders, "once he had the buttons free. He was gulping frantically, now, and she felt his fingers dancing over her shoulders to the hooks of her bra with a hurried anxiety.
"Ohh, God, God, you're beautiful," he moaned, pulling the hooks free and sighing tightly as she allowed the bra to tumble away from her proud, firm breasts. "God, God, they're so lovely!"
Salome laughed again, taking his hand and clasping it to her chest once again. "Ummm, that's it, honey," she whispered with excitement. "Ummm, squeeze them, pinch them, just like that!"
She could feel his prick, now thick behind his shorts, pounding fiercely as she pinched and massaged the mound that was bulging tightly against them. He was sighing and moaning, his breath coming in harsher gasps by this time.
She laughed softly again and ran the zipper down on the shorts, slipping her hand inside of them. When she wrapped her fingers around his short, thick, prong, he cried out, the pleasure he felt from her touch almost painful in its intensity.
"Ooo, let me see this now," Salome chuckled, bending her head as she pulled the boy's cock from her shorts. "Umm, that's a nice big one, ain't it, honey?" she added with a delighted laugh.
She balanced his shaft in her palm and stroked it back and forth with her other hand. Each time she slithered her slim, sensual fingers up and down the length of it, the short spear jerked spasmodically in her hand and the boy gasped with a thick, taut tear in his voice.
His own fingers clutched and kneaded her breasts, pulling on her flesh with less awkwardness than she would have expected. His other hand was now worming its way up and underneath her skirt, and she sighed contentedly as she felt his fingers slithering along her inner thighs.
She shivered with delight as the tips of his digits brushed against her panties. He was obviously very excited by this time, and when she gave his tool several good, tight squeezes with her soft, warm fist, he sobbed wildly and began to shudder with uncontrollable pleasure.
Slowly she stood up from the bed, pulling him to his feet by his prick. "Undress me, honey," she murmured, "and I'll do the same for you!"
They stood there, she quite calm and leisurely about it, while he betrayed his youthful hunger by nearly tearing at her remaining garments with his hands. She felt him riding the zipper free on her skirt, then forcing it down over her hips and thighs, and she laughed, quietly.
Gently, she pushed his shorts and underpants down to his knees and pulled his shirt over his head. She felt him pushing down on her panties, sliding them over her hips and she sighed warmly as she felt herself naked at last, before him.
She was holding his cock tightly in her hand now, the tops of her fingers just beneath his throbbing helmet. She rubbed the taut, thick, knob against her belly and the stimulation of it made him shake with near ecstasy, as his prick head made contact with the enticing warmth of her flesh.
"Ohh, sweet baby boy, have I got an idea for you," she giggled. "I'm gonna give you something you'll remember for a long time."
Her voice was a smooth as silk, as textured as satin and the boy groaned as she ran her lips downward over his small chest. "You just stand real still, honey," she murmured quietly. "You just let Salome do the work this time!"
Jerking spasmodically, the boy tried to steady himself on his feet. He felt her lovely, sensual mouth working its way down over his belly, and he gasped as she stabbed at his navel with her sweet, moist tongue.
"God, God Salome, that's nice," he whispered, his voice drawn and tight, as raspy as if he hadn't had water in several days. "Ohh, ooh, Jesus, that's nice!"
She was still kneading and caressing his tool with her fingers, rolling them back and forth along the length of his prick. The flesh of his shaft was pounding, nearly on fire with demand, and as he trembled, she could tell she was having the effect on him that she wanted to.
Her tongue ran through the small thatch of hair that covered his groin and the boy nearly screamed as he felt the sweet arrow flicking at his shaft. She dropped to her knees in front of him, then, bracing herself on the floor as she pressed her lips to the base of his pole.
"I know you understand what I'm going to do, honey," she whispered quietly. "And I want you to know, that I want to do this for you! So you just stand there and let me take care of your need, Martin, like a good nurse ought to!"
From the way his cock was pounding in her fingers, she wondered, seriously, if he could take much more of this. She held her amusement inside, running her lips back and forth along the length of his prong, lashing at the hard, knobby surface of his cock with her tongue.
He jerked and shuddered as she nibbled at the rim of his helmet. Never in all his life could he remember feeling this good, and it took all of his young energy and will, not to fall to the floor, trembling out of control.
"Please, yeah, Salome, do it," he moaned, his voice thick, and tortured. He placed one hand on her shoulder to support himself, and his fingers dug into her flesh, urgently. His other hand was running through the mane of hair that covered her head, pulling on it almost breathlessly with greed.
Tenderly, her lips reached the base of his tool and her tongue worked its way across the tight, fevered bag that contained his balls. He was sighing and gasping by now, the tremors that were tearing through his body making him rock and sway as the lovely nurse attacked his aching sack.
He felt her teeth nibbling on his bag and he sobbed. The harsh pleasure that was rolling through him was powerful and intense, and his balls ached so badly, that the sheer exquisite agony of it almost brought tears to his eyes.
"Ummm, going to love sucking on these, honey," Salome chuckled quietly. "Yes indeed, my baby boy, going to love this, immensely!"
With that, she opened her mouth and pulled his balls inside with a quick flip of her tongue. She locked her lips and teeth hard against his bag, trapping his stones inside her moist, warm chamber and the boy nearly screamed with pleasure. k He felt her tongue flicking violently at his imprisoned nuts, tossing them from left to right against her moist, warm cheeks. She was blowing harsh, vibrating currents of air- against his flesh, sucking so hard on his stones, that the pain was almost too exciting for him to stand.
He groaned wildly, twisting from left to right as she sent his balls dancing back and forth between her cheeks, and lathered them violently with the tip of her soft, lovely spear. Never in the boy's life had he imagined anything this exciting and good, and he trembled now, the throbbing ache of his excitement surging in his legs.
"God, ohhh, God, that's too much," he gasped, shuddering so savagely she feared, for a moment, that he would topple over. "Damn, Salome, damn, that's good!"
She laughed, softly feeling his fingers roaming through her hair, and the powerful pounding in his flesh. She could feel the hot blood and come churning in his bag, sending waves of savage power surging through his tool.
She gripped and kneaded his prong, pulling on his flesh in slow, determined strokes of her hand. Each time she completed the pumping action, the boy thrust against her violently, moaning and sobbing as the ecstasy of her attentive attack made his flesh burn with pleasure.
She lathered his balls wildly with her tongue, and rubbed her thumb briskly across the surface of his prick. She felt him jerking and twisting as she pressed the warm bulb of his prong, and was well aware of the fact, that his passion was reaching a point where he would soon be out of control.
So far, all had gone well, and she pulled her mouth from his balls, then, gazing up at him with a wicked grin on her face. "Put one of your hands on my breasts again, baby, while I get down to the real reason I'm here," she told him.
As she felt his trembling fingers encircling her breast as before, she began to kiss and lick her way back up along the length of his prick, again. She whispered as she brought her mouth toward the knob of his young manhood, her voice soft and compelling, dripping with sensual power.
"I'm going to love you very nicely, my sweet," she murmured. "I'm going to make you feel so good, you won't be able to stand it!"
The boy was gasping and choking, by this time, his shaft pounding savagely as her lips and teeth reached the rim of his helmet. He felt her lashing at the taut, moist knob with her tongue, and his groan of pleasure was ringing wildly in the air, as she moved her mouth up and over it.
"Ohh, God, God, yes, yes," he whispered tightly, shuddering involuntarily as Salome opened her mouth wide, and made her soft, pliant lips encircle the head of his meat. "Jesus, God, ohh, take it, take it in your mouth, yeah!"
The fourteen-year-old boy could not believe any of this, now, and was almost insane with pleasure as the lovely black woman's lips wrapped tightly around the head of his manhood. He felt her tongue lashing at his flesh, her teeth grinding at the base of his helmet and he sobbed, the loveliness of her assault overwhelming him.
Salome knew she had him completely under her control and she pushed her head forward, using her tongue and lips to pull his prick into her mouth. She relaxed her throat muscles quickly, and effortlessly guided the short, hard prick into her moist, snug passage.
The velvet softness of her throat gripped the young prick tightly, and she bobbed forward once more, burying his cock to the hilt in her warm, wet mouth. She sucked on the root of his tool, then, and locked her hands around his legs to hold him steady. Inside of her mouth, his prick was pounding with a burning need, and she closed her eyes tightly.
Slowly, she began to ride his meat in and out of her mouth and throat. The boy felt the silken flesh of her throat walls undulating around his tool, and each stroke that buried the cock deeper in the black woman's mouth, made him scream with a harsh, burning need.
She felt the surging blood reaching a near fevered pitch in his rod as she slithered it back and forth along her throat tunnel. She took long, leisurely strokes, measuring every thrust of her head perfectly, burying her face greedily in his youthful groin. She loved the way the cock pounded against her wet, warm inner walls, for the furious power of his pulsating flesh told her of his greed, and the sheer intensity with which it pounded against her throat channel, was enough for her to know that she was taking the boy to the heights of ecstasy.
Faster and harder she began to ride the prick inside of her mouth. She sucked as hungrily as she could on the tool, determined to draw the orgasm out of his loins in one, harsh and continual spasm of bliss.
The boy could hardly remain standing any longer, it seemed. His one hand was hard and tight on her shoulder as he leaned into her, and his other clutched at her breast so fiercely that it created a dull ache in her soft, warm globe.
She pumped his prick in and out of her mouth, wildly, determined to bring him to a powerful and savage climax as quickly as she could. From the way the tool was expanding against the soft, warm snugness of her throat canal, she could tell it would not be very long, now.
The boy was swaying rhythmically under her assault. His body twisted and turned with every stroke that she took, and his groans of passion rung in her ears with a loud, almost wailing sound.
She felt his rod pounding out of control then, and she increased the rhythm and speed of her sucking as she felt his orgasm beginning to pulsate along the length of his plunging shaft.
"Ohh, God, Salome, God, yes, ummm, ahh, Jesus," he cried, his voice tortured and weak, so filled with pleasure she could barely hear him. "Going to, going to, going to, yessss!"
She almost laughed at the moment of his climax. She felt him thrusting forward, burying the shaft in her throat and leaning on her heavily as the first angry spurts of come burst from his balls and splashed into her mouth.
She sucked greedily on the exploding weapon, pumping her head back and forth frantically to draw out every drop of the precious fluid. She swallowed determinedly, eagerly to get as much of him in her belly as possible.
She knew the sensation and effect it would have on him, and as the wads of thick, creamy fluid spurted from his prong, she drank hungrily from the spurting pole, feeling his flesh quaking violently as she sucked on his dick and held him in her fingers.
Twisting and turning, the boy felt as if every last ounce of energy and passion was being drained from his body. The climax felt as if it were being torn from his loins, the sensation of strength pulled almost as if from the middle of his thighs.
He sobbed tightly and shuddered uncontrollably, pushing away from her and falling around and across his bed. She knelt in front of him, watching his body jerking involuntarily, the lingering traces of his wanting racing through his loins.
She patted his buttocks and rose, licking the last drops of his come from her lips with a satisfied smack of her tongue. She picked up her clothing then, and slipped into it, wanting to take a quick shower before any others of the family returned home.
She reached the door when the boy was finally able to rise up on his elbows and gather enough energy to speak. "What... what about you?" he groaned, blinking the thick steam of sweat out of his eyes. "When... when do I take care of you?"
Salome gazed at him, the delight and pleasure clear in her dark, brown eyes. She laughed merrily and shook her head. "Don't you worry, honey," she assured him, her voice as erotic as ever. "I'm going to get taken care of! Don't you ever worry about that, I'm telling you!"
Then she slipped out of the door, grinning as she leaned against it, almost unable to move any further for a few seconds. She shook her head at last and walked on toward the bathroom, the taste of the boy, and her success, still deliciously bitter on her educated tongue.