Chapter 13
I hadn't seen Yvonne in some time, so I called the hotel, and told her to come by the pad. She got there shortly after she got off the desk, Yvonne hadn't seen the collection, and I wanted to put her picture on the wall too.
"I thought since you'd hit the big time," Yvonne said, "you didn't need me anymore."
"You know what I am, Baby," I told her, "so cut the mother-fucking shit."
"I'm here, ain't I?" she said softly. "Well, just cut the shit," I snapped. "I didn't come to fight, I came to fuck," she replied.
"How about that!" I said laughing.
I took her into the bedroom and turned on the lights. Ethel had put up some special lighting to show off the collection. Spot-lights were aimed at the pictures, while the rest of the room was dark; the bed was in shadows. "Son of a bitch," Yvonne said when she saw the pictures.
"It's time for yours to go up, "I told her. "No way," she said.
I hit her once with the back of my hand and she flew across the room and landed on the bed.
"You need another lesson," I told her taking off my belt.
"I'm sorry, Baby," she pleaded softly, "anything you say, just don't beat me."
"Strip bitch!' I snarled.
"Oh, Don, honey," she pleaded, "Please.. . . . "
Yvonne started peeling her clothes off, and I shed mine. When she was bare, I told her to lay down on the bed. She knew there was no way to get out of it, and laid on the bed without saying another word. I whacked her across the ass with the belt, and she screamed her anguish. Her yell galvanized me into action, and I slammed the belt onto her ass and thighs again and again. Each time I slammed the belt into her naked flesh, she squealed in misery. I decided I was gonna beat the bitch until she liked it.
I started whacking her butt with slow methodical strokes; she yelled until she was hoarse, and I kept pounding on her ass. Then she began to moan softly. Her moans sent thrills through me, and I whacked her butt with renewed vigor. I was going crazy with joy when she said, fuck me, baby, please flick me."
I threw the strap aside and smashed my already erect cock into her cunt. It was moist and ready for my weapon.
"Oh, Lord," she purred, "you sweet fucking son of a bitch."
I smashed my cock into her cunt and she wrapped her arms and legs around me, and locked me in an embrace of black hot flesh. Yvonne started working her ass, and shivers of joy raced through my body. Each time I slammed my cock into her cunt, she squealed with delight.
I gulped one of her tits into my mouth and started working on the nipple. She squealed with joy, and slammed her cunt against my cock. Her pussy was red hot, and her body was a searing flame. Each time my cock charged into her cunt, she erupted against me.
We were bucking on the bed, and the fucking was good. Yvonne moaned over and over, and the sounds sent shivers of joy flowing through me.
Then I shot my nuts off, and filled her cunt with my come. I kept smashing my cock into her cunt, and she twisted and arched and kept her ass in motion slamming her cunt against my cock again and again. Then her body shook in one long spasm as she reached her climax, and sent her own come flowing into her cunt.
I added Yvonne to my collection.
The collection had become an obsession with me; all I could think about was adding more and more pictures to it. Brenda Washington became the next of the Don's ladies to go up on the wall.
I had been seeing her for some time; she lived in the same block, walking her dog at the same time each night. She was tall and willowy with short cropped hair, and much to my delight, very fine mammary development. She generally wore pants, and they always showed her figure off well. She had a narrow waist and slim nips; her thighs showed signs of voluptuousness, and her ass was more than ample.
The dog was a large German shepherd named Robert, and she had him" well trained. She never used a leash, and I never heard her raise her voice at him.
Whenever I would pass her on the street she would smile, and say Good evening."
Robert's presence always made me keep my distance, and he also prevented me from engaging in any long conversations. It's not that I'm afraid of dogs-I really like them-but every dog I ever knew ate meat, and so I gave Robert a wide berth.
My chance came, however, one night when I was heading out with no particular place in mind, and I saw Brenda sitting in her car, a green Triumph, with a frown on her face. She kept turning the starter but the car wouldn't start.
"Maybe I can help," I told her, "let me try."
"Thanks," she replied, "I'm at a total lost when it comes to any kind of machinery."
"I'm not much better," I said, "but I'll give it a try."
I tried the motor a couple of times, but it didn't kick over. I checked the gas and it was alright, then I checked the distributor, and discovered it wasn't getting any spark.
"It looks like your points are gone," I told her.
"Exactly what does that mean?" she asked me.
"Well, to put it bluntly, it ain't gonna start until you get new points."
"Damn,' she muttered, "of all nights for this to happen."
"We can call a service station," I told her, "they'll send someone out."
"I just don't have the time," she told me, "I'm late already."
"Aren't we always," I said laughing.
"Well . . . yes,' she said smiling, "but I'm really late. My best friend is going to Africa for two years, and I'm a hostess at her going away party. I was supposed to be there two hours ago.'
"I tell you what neighbor," I said, "I'll drive you to your party. How s that?"
"I can't impose . . . " she started.
"It'll be a pleasure," I told her.
"I'm really desperate," she said, "I accept, neighbor."
"Great!" I replied.
"I'm going to Evanston," she said softly. "We're gonna be good and late," I said still laughing.
"It's not funny," she said. "It is to me," I replied.
I took her arm and guided her to the Wildcat.
"My name is Brenda Washington," she said, "thanks for being a knight in shining armor."
"I'm Don Juan Johnson," I told her, "it's a pleasure to be of service."
"Don Juan," she said softly, "after the Spanish Don Juan?"
"How'd you guess?" I said mockingly.
"It wasn't too hard," she replied.
I wheeled the Wildcat away from the curb and headed for the Outer Drive; five minutes later we were heading north.
"The Spanish Don Juan was supposed to be the world s greatest lover," she told me.
"So I've read," I said smiling.
"Now you're gonna tell me, if he was around today, he d run a poor second to you."
"He wouldn't even be in the race," I said still smiling.
"Black men are beautiful," she said laughing, "when they get their shit together it really sounds good."
"I am good, baby," I replied.
She leaned back on the seat and looked at me through half closed eyes. She was wearing a pair of nip hugging slacks and a see through blouse. She didn't have a bra on and she didn't need one. The blouse was flesh colored and blended with her skin, so you had to look twice to see that there wasn't a damn thing underneath it.
Brenda kicked her shoes off and tucked her feet under her on the seat and leaning on her arms, kept looking at me through half closed eyes. I turned the radio to some FM jazz and kicked the Wildcat. We roared along at 55 miles an hour and I kept an eye on the rear view mirror watching for fuzz.
"That's some dog you have," I told her.
"Thanks," she said softly, "I trained him from a puppy."
"You trained him?" I said.
"It's not that hard," she replied, "dogs are very intelligent."
"You can't say that for too many people," I said.
"Most people are shit heads," she said. "I hope that doesn't include me," I said.
"No, neighbor," she told me, "that does not include you."
"You a model?" I asked.
"I used to be," she said, "but it was too hectic. I'm a legal secretary."
"It should be exciting working for a lawyer."
"I like my job and it pays well," she replied, "what do you do?"
"I'm self-employed."
"Oh, what line?" she asked.
"I'm a hustler."
"You must be doing pretty good," she said, "Wildcats are expensive. "I manage," I told her.
"One would say you manage very well," she told me. Once we got to Evanston, Brenda had to direct me to the house where the party was being given.
"How're you gonna get back to the city?" I asked.
"In the same car that brought me," she said, "join the party and have yourself a ball, but just remember, you're already spoken for."
I did just what the lady told me to do. The house was packed and people were overflowing out into the yard. Once we got there, Brenda started playing hostess, and f was on my own. There were at least a dozen broads there I wanted to get to know better, but I played it cool. Brenda brought her friend Iris Mitchell over and introduced me. Iris was a little woman who wasn't bad looking. I later learned that she was a whiz in math, and was going to Tanzania to teach in a University.
There was lots of booze, lots of food, and lots of good looking broads, black and white. I dove right into the spirit of things, and had myself a ball. Every time I told a chick my name, they all gave me a look that said they thought I was putting them on. At the same time, I got some open invitations but I passed em all up.
We were on the drive heading south with Brenda looking as a cool and crisp as she was when we started north. I felt all sweaty and sticky, and I wondered how she couldn't stay so cool, in the mass of humanity that had been in that house. I turned the air conditioner on and like man it was the best reason in the world for spending so much money for a short.
Brenda sighed and said, "Oh baby, that feels good. I thought I was gonna melt."
She opened the top three buttons of her blouse and leaned over an air jet, bathing her breasts with the cooling current. After she was refreshed, Brenda twisted herself into what I later learned was her favorite position for riding in a car, and settled down for the ride home. She didn't bother to re-button her blouse and her breasts peeped at me through the open material. The sight of her naked breasts and the curve of her nip and thighs in the tight fitting slacks caused me to tingle and my cock came slowly erect. We were nearing 39th Street when Brenda told me, "park the car, baby."
Her eyes were closed, and I thought she was sleeping. I pulled off the Drive and killed the motor. When T turned to face her, Brenda took my face in her hands and drew my lips to hers. Our mouths met in a tongue-exploding kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and discovered that she was a bundle of live fire.
She leaned back against the seat and guided my lips to her breasts. I gulped one into my mouth and went to work on the nipple. Brenda slid her hand along my thigh and grasped my cock through my pants. She massaged my cock with her lingers and wild pleasure surged through my loins.
She caressed the back of my neck and kissed it gently. I slid my hand between her thighs and caressed her cunt through the fabric of her slacks. After about five minutes of this, I came up for air. and said, "Your place, or mine?"
"Yours," she whispered.
It took us five minutes to reach my pad. When we got there I put some sides on the stereo and popped the cork on some grapes.
"I'm a wine freak!" she exclaimed.
That makes two of us," I replied.
"Hustlin' must be paying off;" she told me.
"How's that?" I asked.
"Nothing in here comes cheap," she said.
"Don't I know it," I said.
The music filled the room, and I wrapped her in my arms again. Our mouths met, and the tongue-filled kisses started again. Brenda wrapped her body around me and welded it to me. I felt the firm softness of her body, and went slowly mad.
I stood it as long as I could, then I started taking off the few clothes she had on. She didn't try to help me; when she was bare ass, I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. The room was dark and I left it that way. Putting her on the bed, I kicked my clothes off.
Laying down beside her, I slid my hand between her thighs and captured her cunt, it was wet and ready. I started finger fucking her and caressing her clit. at the same time, I went to work on her tits again. I sucked and bit the nipples gently. Brenda slid her hands across my hips and thighs and wrapped them around my cock, and started jacking me off. The fire inside me became a roaring inferno.
Brenda nibbled my ears and kissed my neck. I sucked her tits and worked on her clit and the lips of her vagina.
"Take me, baby," Brenda purred softly in my ear, "I've been waiting all night."
Her legs parted, and I slid in between her brandy colored thighs. My cock dove smoothly into her wet twat, and touched bottom, before it stopped.
Brenda wrapped her long legs around my waist and lifting her butt off the bed, sent her ass into motion. I smashed my cock into her cunt, and shivers of joy swept through me.
"Oh Lord," Brenda purred, "You've got a beautiful dick."
The softly whispered words galvanized me into action. I slammed my cock into her cunt again and again. Brenda kept her legs locked around my waist, and met each thrust of my rampaging dick with her cunt.
"Oh, baby," she purred, "it's so big and beautiful."
The joy washing over me was wild and savage, and I smashed my cock into her cunt again and again. Each time my cock slammed into her cunt, Brenda worked her ass in a circular motion that gave my weapon fits.
"Fuck me, honey," Brenda purred. "Oh, Daddy, it's so mother-fucking good."
I took her tit in my mouth and nibbled and bit the nipple. I sucked the tit deep into my mouth and worked on the hardened nipple, and my pleasure grew and grew. Their touch was a searing, scorching flame. Then I was in ecstasy as I shot my nuts off, and filled her cunt with come. My exploding cock prodded Brenda to more savage fucking, and then she climaxed, herself, adding her come to mine, in her cunt.
I climbed out of bed and put the spotlights on. When Brenda saw the pictures she exclaimed, "Oh, baby, they're magnificent."
"You can say that again," I said laughing.
"I mean the pictures, dope. The artist is damn good."
"I'm glad you feel that way," I said, "you're gonna get a chance to meet her," I told her, pointing to Ethel.
"Call her right now," Brenda told me.
"It's four in the morning," I said.
"I'm not leaving until my picture is up there," she told me, pouting.
Laughing, I called Ethel and told her to get over as soon as she could.
"The lady says you're the greatest," I told Ethel, "and that she's not gonna budge until her picture is on the wall."
"Keep the bed warm," Ethel told me, "but save some for me."
"She's on her way," I told Brenda, "now come here."
Brenda walked over to me; when she saw my cock was hard again, she fell to her knees and wrapping her arms around my hips, she started blowing my joint. I locked my lingers in her hair, and started undulating my hips. My dick leaped deep into Brenda's mouth and she nibbled the head, and licked my scrotum. Brenda drew my cock deeper into her mouth, and working her jaw muscles, sent shivers of pleasure surging through my loins. She was giving me the best blow job I'd ever had. I drove my cock into her mouth again and again and each time I did, her jaws gave me fits. Then I shot my nuts off, and come filled her mouth. She held my cock tightly in her mouth and milked all my come from me.
Brenda kept blowing my joint and I shot my nuts off again. Once more she milked all my come from me. Then i laid her on the bed, and parting her legs, I buried my face between her thighs. I sucked the lips of her vagina, and drove my tongue deep into her cunt.
Brenda wrapped her thighs around my neck and locked my mouth between them. I sucked her clit and her ass went into savage motion. Each time I smashed my tongue into her twat, Brenda slammed her twat up against my lips.
"Oh, sweet mother of God!" she purred, "Oh, Daddy, it's never been so good." , Her whispered entreaties urged me on to greater efforts. I drove my tongue into her twat again and again, and she moaned over and over.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, "ohhhhhhhh, it's so good."
Her pussy smashed against my mouth and her body shook like she had a fever, as she climaxed and poured love juice into my mouth.
The next day, Ethel worked on Brenda's picture until it was finished and Brenda was added to my collection.
It was going great; like I had me a string of eleven broads who were at my beck and call.
I took two or three of 'em to bed with me a couple nights each week. But no matter how many of em I bedded, I had to have new broads.
Every time I added a picture to the collection, I started looking for another broad to put in string. The collection had become a thing with me, and it caused the fuzz to bust me. I found out you can't play both sides of the street, and it was sweet Eddie who taught me the lesson.
Eddie came by to get some dick, and he saw the new pictures hanging on the wall.
"When is my picture going up?" he asked me.
"You got to be kidding?" I told him. "Those are the Don's women up there."
"What am I?" he snarled.
"You're just a dude who-likes cock instead of cunt," I told him, "but you're still a dude."
"You lousy bastard," he screamed, "those stinking bitches just want some fucking. I love you."
"That's your problem," I snapped, "you ain't got what it takes to turn me on.'
"You shitty son-of-a-bitch," Eddie screamed, I'll kill you."
Eddie rushed me with murder in his eyes; he swung a looping right at my head. I ducked under the right and drove my left into his face. Eddie's feet flew out from under him, and he slammed to the floor.
"Get up, homo," I snarled, "and get your black ass out, and don't come back. We're through."