Chapter 8

We spent two weeks in Mexico, and then headed back to Chicago. The papers were still full of the truck heist, and the cops kept saying they had good leads, but I knew it was just a tale they were telling the public. I decided not to go back to Dino's; I had 75 G's in my stash, and with that kind of dough, I didn't feel up to punching a clock just for a front.

I started enjoying life, going to taverns and clubs and having myself a ball. I was in a joint on Rush St. when I met Ethel Ward. She was gigging there as a waitress. The minute she walked over to my table, wearing that mini-maid's uniform, with her big fine thighs on display, I got a hard-on. She had a hip-swinging walk that made her ass jingle, and desire started seeping through my body.

"Good evening, sir," she said in a deep husky voice. "What may I do for you?"

"Well now," I replied, "that depends on what you do."

"I serve drinks," she said with a hint of a smile on her face.

"I II take scotch on the rocks," I said. "The best in the house."

I didn't think you'd drink anything else," she said, and headed for the bar. Three minutes later she was back with the scotch.

"Here you are sir," she said, "the best in the house."

I sipped my scotch and watched her waiting on the other customers. The more I dug her big thighs, the more I wanted to get between them.

She wore her hair in a short natural, and her breasts were straining against the fabric of her blouse. Her hips had an enticing spread to them, and her well-rounded ass bounced with each step she took. It was obvious from looking at her that she got a half a hundred propositions a night. The joint had a three man combo that was belting out some pretty good sounds; and I settled down to enjoy the music, and work my way into Miss Fine Brown Frame's panties.

Each time she came back to the table, I put on my best manners and most winning smile. The vines I was wearing shouted money. I had started wearing a thick mustache, and long side burns, with a short natural, and my hair was black instead of brown, like most Black folks. Red was my best color, and I had on a fire engine red shirt, a powder blue double breasted suit, with matching tie, and black zip boots. I laid my wallet, which I had picked up in Mexico, on the table. It was brown leather with intricate designs on it.

"That's a beautiful wallet," she said, on one of her trips to the table, "you been to Mexico?"

"I just got back a little while ago," I replied. "I flew down in my plane."

"You flew all the way to Mexico?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered, "I'm a qualified charter pilot."

That's nice," she said, "the only kind of plane I've ever been in is one of those big passenger jets."

"How'd you like to go up in mine?" I asked her.

That would be real groovy," she said, smiling.

Then she had to go back to work. I listened to the sounds and sipped my scotch. I knew I'd made another score.

"What time do you get off?" I asked her when she came back to see if I wanted another drink.

"We close at 2:00," she said.

"Mind if I wait?" I asked her.

That'd be fine," she said.

At 1:45 she came over to the table and asked me, "what kind of car you driving?"

"It's a Black Wildcat," I replied.

"Pull it up out front," she said, I'll be out a little after 2:00. The boss won't let us check out until the joint's closed."

I left just before 2:00 and pulled the Wildcat into a no parking zone right in front of the club. I sat there digging some FM jazz and waited for her to come out. When I saw her, she'd changed to a single piece pants suit, and everything was being shown to its best advantage.

She climbed into the car with a soft smile on her face.

"This is the first chance I've had to sit down since I started at 7:00 last night," she said with a deep sigh. "My name's Ethel Ward." I'm Don Juan Johnson," I told her.

"Oh, baby," she said, as a broad smile creased her face. "I'm happy to meet you."

"-likewise," I said smiling.

"Where do we go?" I asked.

"My place is only a few blocks from here," she said.

"Your place it is," I told her.

It took us about ten minutes to drive to her place, and another ten to find a parking space. She lived in the attic of an old 1890 mansion which had been converted into apartments. Her place was real nice, and she'd put some work into making it that way. She was a painter and the walls were covered with her pictures; she wasn't bad.

"You're an artist?" I asked. "Not bad."

"Thanks," she said shyly, "want some scotch?"

"I really dig wine," I said, "but most clubs don't carry anything decent."

I have a bottle of Spanish port?" she said, "I think you'll dig it."

She popped the cork and poured me a glass. It was a deep amber color; the darkest wine I'd ever seen, like it looked like brandy.

"This is great," I told her after my first sip.

"I knew you'd dig it," she said.

"You're from Chicago?" I asked her.

"My home is Cleveland," she told me, "I came here to go to art school."

"How long have you been in school?" I asked.

"I finished school a couple of years ago," she said. "I tried commercial art for awhile, but it wasn't my bag."

"So you started waiting tables." I said.

The money is better,' she told me, "and I have lots of time to paint."

"You can't spend the rest of your life waiting tables," I told her.

"I don't intend to," she replied, "as soon as I get enough bread together, I'm gonna split to Mexico, and do some serious painting."

"What do you call all of this," I said, pointing to the picture lining the walls. "Finger painting?"

It's alright," she said, "but I want to do better."

"You'll be able to do that in Mexico?" I asked. "Well, I'll be able to spend all my time painting."

"All your time."

"Most of it anyway."

She stood up and stretched; the suit covered her like a piece of skin, and I could tell she wasn't wearing a damn thing under it.

"You want some more wine?" she asked me.

"Come here," I told her.

She walked over to me with a soft, little girl-like smile on her face.

"Yes, Daddy," she said, whispering.

I pulled her onto my lap and our lips met. My tongue exploded into her, mouth and she returned the compliment. I slid the zipper down and took one of her full ripe breasts in my hand. I played with the nipple and shoved my tongue damn near down her throat.

She slid her hand along my thigh and grabbed my cock, which was standing proud.

The touch of her fingers sent my mind reeling, even with my pants covering my joint.

"Wait a minute, baby," she whispered in my ear, "you're gonna get that beautiful blue all wrinkled, and I wouldn't like that. Let's get comfortable."

She stood up, unzipped the suit and stepped out of it all in one motion. I sat and looked at her naked loveliness for a few seconds; then climbing to my feet I shed my duds. She took each piece from me and then walked into the bedroom.

I'll hang em up," she said, "so you'll look just as pretty in the morning, Put some records on."

I picked a half dozen sides and put em on the hi-fi.

When she walked back into the room she had that little girl smile on her face again.

"Here I am, Daddy," she said softly, "I'm all yours."

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her tight against me. Our lips clung to each other and her tongue was driving me mad. She had a strong supple body, with firm muscles. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine. After about two minutes of this, I picked her up and headed for the bedroom. The covers on the bed had been turned back, and the sheets were silk. I put her on the bed, gently, and climbed in too. I slid my hands between her thighs and captured her furry cunt. Sliding my fingers into her twat, I grabbed her clit and started frigging her. At the same time, I took one of her breasts into my mouth and started working on the nipple. She reached down and grabbed my cock again; the feel of her fingers on my naked scrotum sent desire racing through me like a tornado.

"Lay down," she told me.

I laid on my back and she climbed on top of my hips and slid my cock into her cunt. Then she started working out. She sat straight up and my cock went deep into her cunt.

"Mr. Don Juan," she whispered, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."

She squatted above my hips and worked her cunt up and down on my cock. Each time the head reached the lips of her cunt, she wiggled her ass, and my whole body shook from the pleasure surging through me. I took her tits in my hands and fingered the nipples like a mad man. Her eyes were closed, and that little girl smile was still on her face.. Her movements were slow and deliberate, and the slowness was a mind blower.

I started to join the party and she stopped me.

"Don't move, just lay there," she whispered, "this is my ride."

I kept working on her tits; each time my cock slid into her cunt she tightened, the muscles and that sweet twat grabbed my cock, and made my ears roar. Each time I moved my hips and tried to join the party, she made me stop.

"Lay still, she said.

Laying still was getting to be as hard as hell. The pleasure sweeping over me like water, kept telling my body to move. Then my hips started to tremble, and in a few seconds my whole body was shaking; right after that I snot my nuts off, and come filled her cunt. like it was out of sight; I shot my nuts twice and each time

I did, she tightened the muscles of her cunt and milked the come right out of me. She kept on working out, and then her movements became faster, and faster. Her ass was working like a windmill when she shouted, "Oh, Daddy," just once, and her own come began to flow. She kept working her ass, and came two more times. Then she fell forward, and her lips met mine and clung to them in a long tongue-filled kiss. I wrapped my arms around her waist and played with her ass. Then she started slowly working out again, and my limp member stood up proud again.

When my cock was hard, I rolled her over on her back and took charge of the action myself. I drove my cock deep into her well-lubricated cunt, and she started to moan. She wrapped her thighs around my hips and lifted her ass off the bed. She slammed her cunt up against me, and I shoved my cock deep into it.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispered, "Oh, it's so good!"

I gobbled one of her tits in my mouth, and each time I drove my cock into her cunt, I bit the nipple gently. She grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against her. I drove my cock deep into her cunt again and again. Our bodies had minds of their own and they took charge of the action. The fucking became wilder and wilder, and Ethel's moans changed to urgently whispered entreaties.

"Do me, baby," she whispered, "Oohhhhhhhh."

She pulled my mouth away from her tit and drew it up to her mouth. Her tongue leaped into my mouth and it was a searing, scorching flame. My ears started roaring again, and this added impetus to my movements. The bed was rocking gently, and I closed my eyes and let the savage joy I felt wash over my body. My body was shaking again, and I shot my nuts off in a wild, savage climax. My exploding cock sent Ethel into still more savage actions; I kept slamming my cock into her cunt and she screeched.

"Oh, baby," she screamed, "you fuck so good!" she filled her cunt with come of her own.

Afterwards, she curled up next to me and held my limp member gently in her hand, and we slept.

We got up late and spent the afternoon in Old Town. I bought me some flares, and a wild body shirt, so I wouldn't have to look like some square in my blue in the middle of the day.

Two nights later I was sitting at the bar in the club when Ethel walked up to me and said, "There's a white broad who'd like to make it with you."

"Who's that?" I asked her.

"She's a rich bitch who's wild about black dick," she said, "she comes here all the time trying to pick some cat up."

"How do you feel about it?" I asked.

"I'm not the first," she said smiling, "and I won't be the last, just get back by closing."

"You're something else," I told her.

"What the hell!" she said, "you need the exercise; you're about to wear me out."

"Some shit," I said laughing.

"I've been told she pays well," she said.

"So now I'm a whore,' I snapped.

"Don't knock it, baby," she snapped back, "how do you think I got through school?"

"Bring her over," I said, 'let's see what the action will pay."

I didn't really need the bread, but since the lady was willing, I couldn't refuse to cooperate. She was a bottle blonde, in her early forties, but her body was still in good shape.

This is Don Juan Johnson," Ethel told her.

"I'm Sharon Coleman," she said, "it's nice to meet you."

She slid onto a stool and I could see that the legs were nice. Her tits had begun to sag a little, but they were still pretty nice. From the muscles in her arms I guessed she played a lot of tennis. We sat and talked small talk about twenty minutes and then I said.

"What'd you say we go someplace else?"

"I'd like that," she said.

I nodded at Ethel and then Miss Rich Bitch and I left. We piled into the Wildcat and went straight to her pad. She lived in one of those luxury high rises on Lake Shore Drive. Her apartment was damn near the top, which meant she was really loaded.

The joint had a black doorman, and when we went in, his eyes gave me a knowing look. I smiled my reply, and guided the lady to the elevator. Once we were m her place we didn't waste any time.

"I hope you don't disappoint me," she said.

"It's never happened yet," I said laughing.

"Is that waitress your woman?" she asked.

That's right," I replied.

"She doesn't mind this?" she asked.

"She knows me," I said.

"Come into the bedroom," she told me.

The room was covered with mirrors, ceiling and walls. The minute we were in the room she started stripping. I followed her lead, desire building slowly in me. When we were both naked, she took one look at my tall standing cock and said, "Oh, honey, this is gotta be the best ever."

Then, she walked over to a chest of drawers and took out a cat-o-nine-tails; handing it to me, she said, "Prepare me." Then she lay down on the bed and waited. The whip was made out of hard rubber, so it wouldn't leave any marks. I swung in the air a couple of times, to get the feel of it and then I obliged the lady. The minute the whip bit into her ass and hips, she moaned softly, 'Oh, honey, this is going to be the greatest, I know it."

She had a deep tan and there were no swimming suit marks so either she used a sunlamp or laid out in the sun naked. I swung the cat again and again, laying it on her butt and thighs and back.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned each time the cat bit into her flesh. I've got to admit I was enjoying laying the whip on her ass. Each time the cat bit into her flesh, a thrill shot up through my arm, and spread through my body.

"Fuck me!" Sharon screamed.

I dropped the cat and leaped onto the bed. I didn't bother to roll her over. I parted her thighs and slammed my dick into her cunt from the back. She climbed up on her knees and shoved her ass up against my crotch. I grabbed her hips and held her ass in place. I drove my cock into her cunt, which was wet and ready, and she screamed at me, "Fuck, you black mother-fucker!" When she screamed that, I became enraged and I started fucking her with brutal savage thrusts. The more brutal I became, the more she screamed her joy. My pleasure grew wilder and wilder, and I drove my dick deep into her.

"Fuck nigger," she shouted, "fuck nigger. I leaned forward and grabbed her tits, and started twisting and pulling them with savage delight. She squealed and shouted, "Fuck nigger, fuck nigger, fuck."

She didn't join the action but remained completely unmoving while I drove my cock into her cunt with savage hurting thrusts.

"It's the greatest," she shouted, "Oh, you black mother-fucker."

The she was coming; her body shook in uncontrollable spasms, and she shouted and squealed.

"Fuck it!" she screamed, "fuck it!"

I slammed my cock into her cunt again and again, and then I was coming; I shot my nuts off until my cock went limp. Then I rolled off her ass, and she fell forward on the bed.

"Oh, you wonderful black bastard," she purred, "it was the best ever."

I climbed out of the bed and headed for the John. I took a quick shower and started dressing.

"Don't leave, honey," she said, "the night's young!"

"This night is over," I told her.

"How much, mother-fucker?" she sneered.

"You ain't got enough, bitch!" I snarled.

The doorman was still on duty when I got downstairs. He smiled broadly this time and said, "That's a wild broad."

"I take it you been there, too?" J asked him. I make more a week beating her ass," he told me, "than I do on this door. You get clean?"

"I left it for you," I said.

"That was kind of you," he said. "I'll pick it up in an hour. She'll be calling just before I go off."

"She's sick," I said, "real sick."

"I'm just what the doctor ordered," he said smiling.

I drove back to the club and picked up Ethel. "Well," she said.

"Miss Rich White Bitch is sick," I snapped.

"All white broads hustling black dick are sick," she said softly. "I thought you knew that."

"I knew one who wasn't," I said quietly.

"I know a hundred who are," she replied.

"What the fuck we talking about them for?" I asked.

"When we get to my pad," she said, "Mama'll take care of what's ailing the baby, and she had that little girl smile on her face. That night she asked me to pose for her naked.