Chapter 2
"What's the deal," said Mona. She took the almost empty pipe from Styles, held a match to the bowl and dragged vigorously.
"Here, honey, I'll take care of it," said Styles, taking the pipe from her slender, brown hand. He stuffed hashish into the bowl again, lit up and passed the pipe to Mona.
"Better let her get really high before going into details," he thought. They smoked silently for a short while. "She's ready now," thought Styles, seeing the glaze in Mona's dark-brown eyes.
"A couple of my more highly placed clients," Styles began. Mona turned her face away from him to hide a silly smile. Styles always referred to the Johns as 'clients'. She always felt like laughing all over herself when he used the term, but suppressed her laughter, knowing that Styles would be offended.
"You can take the ghetto out of the pimp, but you can't take the pimp out of the ghetto," she thought.
"A friend of Mr. MastersI believe you've met him, haven't you?"
"Yes, I know . the man," said Mona. This time, she didn't have to hide her grin. "Poor man's got a bit of a problem-remember the-"
"I sure as hell do," Styles interrupted with a chuckle. "What did you say he wanted you to do?"
"Wanted me to tie him up and spank him, for being bad," said Mona with a laugh.
"You nasty bitch, you did just that," said Styles with an evil grin.
"Well, at least I didn't wear out the meat," chuckled Mona, gesturing to her naked cunt.
"Well," Styles continued, his tone business-like. "This one is going to be sort of surprise for the other man. His name is Gold-Frederick Gold,-likes to be called Fred."
Mona made another mental note. "Doesn't know he's going to get some, huh," she asked with a sly grin.
"That's the tough part," Styles continued. "He was described to me as a very straight, you know, conservative dude-you'll really have to do a job to get him to get what his friends paid for."
Mona frowned. She was quite used to the usual tricks, forty-five minutes to an hour's worth of the usual sucking and fucking. The men knew what they wanted to do. and made no bones about it. But a man who had to be seduced was a different matter.
"Now let me get this straight." she said, somewhat uncertainly. "I'm supposed to turn him on and deliver the goods all in one hour, right?"
"Fraid so," said Styles. He didn't like the uncertain way in which Mona was questioning him about the night's assignment. But he knew which button to push.
"Listen honey, I'll level with you. I didn't want to take on this job at all. I mean, at all. I know what a bitch it can be for you girls to have to deal with someone who doesn't want any. But I'm stuck."
"What do you mean stuck," said Mona, puzzled.
"Got her." thought Styles, a feeling of grim satisfaction rising up in him. Mona's education and intelligence made her more difficult to deal with than the other girls in the stable. But she could be manipulated.
"We do a whole, regular business with Masters and the rest of that crowd," Styles continued. He forced himself to sound sad and worried.
"Jesus, he's really in a bind now," thought Mona.
"Anyway, if I can't produce, they'll go right over to the new boy in town."
That would mean a considerable loss of income for the stable. Mona looked around at her luxurious surroundings and shivered at the thought of losing it, after all she'd gone through to get here.
"You think I can handle it," she said softly.
"Baby, you're the only woman I've got who's even, got a prayer in a deal like this." Styles looked down at the floor as he spoke. "But if you don't pull it off, don't worry about it-I'll admit it myself, this one's almost impossible."
The challenge sent a feeling of grim determination flooding through Mona's body.
"I'll take care of it for you," she said quietly.
"I know you will," said Styles gently. Mona rolled over and lay on her stomach. Her large, round breasts pressed into the blue satin of the sweat and cum stained bedsheets.
Styles knelt beside her and softly caressed the supple, chocolate brown skin of the graceful curves of her beautiful back. Mona purred softly, rubbing her naked cunt into the sheet. She spread her legs apart.
Styles knelt between her legs, his stiff penis brushing its swollen head against the firm, brown skin of her rounded buttocks as the large member hung from the pimp's crotch.
He slid his hands under her stomach and raised her up. Mona hunched over the bed on all fours, her breasts swinging from her brown-skinned torso. Styles reached over and cupped her breasts in his light-skinned, sweated palms. The long, black nipples hardened at his touch and pressed their sweat-beaded tips into his hands. He reached for the flash of pink cunt meat hanging down from under her naked ass, shoving two fingers into her throbbing, juicing cunthole.
"Oh give it to me, give it here," grunted Mona passionately. Styles seized the thick shaft of his massive, eleven inch erection and inserted the swollen head into her cunt hole. Mona thrust backwards, burying the pimp's prick to the root in her yearning cunt.
Style's pubic hairs scratched against the smooth, supple skin of Mona's ass cheeks. He bent over her crouched form, crushing her breasts against the smooth, perfect, brown skin other torso and began to work his penis around in her cunt in a slow, circular motion.
He jerked his hands away from her breasts and ran his fingers over the skin of Mona's back. He slid his hands down the sweat-covered ebony flesh, and planted his hands firmly onto Mona's buttocks. He kneaded the chocolate brown rounds of ass flesh with passionate fingers. Mona ground her ass against his cock, his penis crushing its swollen head against the rear wall of her penetrated ass. Styles pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and pressed his thumb over the pink, tender flesh of her sensitive ass-hole.
"Oh, do it all," shouted Mona, her voice a shrill wail of passion. Styles jerked his hands away from her ass and slid his sweaty, thick palms under her stomach.
He moved his hands in wide circles around the Hat plain of Mona's stomach, then clutched at her wiry pelt of black pussy hairs. Moaned purred as his fingers dug for the pink flesh of her cunt. He began to pump his penis in and out of her cunthole, his fingers groping for the hot, pink meat in which her tiny clit was hidden.
"There, there," Mona gasped, as Styles poked at the protective flap of skin covering her clit. He pushed the tiny flap of skin aside and rammed his finger down on to her extended, hardened love bud.
Mona wailed loudly, furiously thrusting her penetrated cunt back and forth over the thick shaft of the pimp's prick. He began pumping in rhythm with the movement of her crouched over waist, scissoring her clit between the first two fingers of his well-practiced hand.
"It's coming," gasped Mona loudly. She felt the penis inside her begin to jerk violently as her orgasm mounted. Then hot gobs of cum splashed against the quivering walls of her cunt. She flopped down, her nipples ramming into the sweat soaked satin sheet. Styles stretched himself out over her, cupping his chin over a chocolate brown shoulder and jerking his ass up and down as he rammed his prick in and out of her cunt. The walls of her cunt began to contract, and suck at his ejaculating penis.
Styles felt the contractions of her orgasm subside, and jerked his prick out of her twat abruptly. He sat back, then rolled over on his side and watched Mona writhe as the orgasm coursed through her naked frame.
"That was three!" she cried, her voice a wail of sexuality. "Three!"
Styles bent down and picked up the almost full pipe that was lying by the side of the bed. He struck a match and toked deep on the hashish, then handed the pipe to Mona.
"No. wait, just a minute." Mona gasped, her breath coming in deep heaves. Her large, round breasts jiggled as her torso winked in and out like a bellows. With a long deep breath, she regained her composure and hungrily took the pipe from the pimp's hand.
"Roll over, honey." said Styles. Mona gasped as she saw that his prick was again fully erect.
"That man never seems to go soft." she thought admiringly. She was well familiar with the unusual prowess of her pimp, but was always amazed at how quickly he could spring back, ready for more action. Her clients made her work easier for her by wearing themselves out on the first fuck. Of course, she helped them quite a bit. The seventy-five dollars they paid bought them more sex in that hour than they had seen in years.
She rolled over and again pressed her black nippled breasts into the satin surface of the sheet.
Styles slid his hands under her naked body and raised her hips off the surface of the bed. Mona started to lift her shoulders up. assuming the 'dog fuck' position she had just engaged him in.
"No. honey." said Styles softly. "Rear end this time."
"Oh. but you'll hurt me." said Mona. mock fear in her high-pitched voice.
"I'll make it better." said Styles. He patted her on her bare, upraised ass and stepped off the bed. "Just you stay there like that and don't move." he said, forcing a pedagogic note into his voice.
He stepped over to the dresser and took down the bottle of cocaine. He carefully poured some of the fish-scale like, white powder out onto the mirror.
He rubbed a portion of the powder onto the tips of his light-skinned lingers, then rammed his hand into the crack of Mona's ass.
"Oh, yeah," said Mona. inhaling sharply as lie rubbed the numbing cocaine over the tender, pink flesh of her ass-hole.
"Wet me." he grunted hoarsely. He stepped off the bed and walked to where Mona's face was pressed to the blue satin sheet.
Mona lifted her head up and opened her mouth wide. Styles thrust his hips forward, pressing the swollen head of his cock to Mona's lush, red lips. She craned her neck as he thrust the thick member in between her parted teeth.
Mona ran her tongue over the taut, quivering male flesh, soaking the huge dick thoroughly with her saliva. She felt a rush as the cocaine lie had rubbed over her tiny ass-hole shot through her naked brown body.
"Ready now?" said Styles, his voice a hoarse whisper of passion. He liked anal genital sex, mostly because it was different. Mona was about the only whore he currently had that had an ass-hole large enough to accommodate his large prick.
"Come on. please," gasped Mona. Her first experience with ass fucking was quite painful, the second and third merely tolerable. But Style's prick brought her to heights of pleasure she never thought she could obtain from anal sex. She found herself desperately wanting that huge, black prick buried deep in her cock hungry ass-hole.
"Give it to me. daddy." she screamed out.
Styles hovered over her buttocks, letting the swollen head of his cock brush against the taut skin of her buttocks. The feel of the black male meat against the cheeks of her ass drove Mona's passions up into a frenzy.
"Now, please," she moaned, wriggling her upraised buttocks in a frenzy of passion.
"Here we go, sweetheart." said Styles, his voice a hoarse sexual purr. He seized the thick shaft of his erect cock and slid it down the lining of wiry hairs covering the crack of
Mona's ass. She thrust her buttocks upwards, ramming the flesh of her pink little ass-hole against the head of his cock.
Styles inserted the head of his penis carefully into her ass-hole.
"That all right, honey?" he asked. He wasn't sure if he'd put enough cocaine on her ass to dull the pain of the primary insertion.
"Give it to me please," roared Mona demandingly, her desperate passions making her cast aside her little-girl, submissive role.
Gripping the base of the shaft of his prick tightly. Styles worked the cock head around slowly inside her pink little ass-hole. Mona moaned loudly and wriggled her buttocks in rhythm with Styles' movements.
"Give it to me, daddy," she cried, her voice soft with her rising passions Styles thrust forward slowly, embedding his long, black prick deep into the pink tender flesh of her ass-hole. He gripped her bare, chocolate brown sides tightly, his strong, slim fingers pressing tightly into her luscious flesh.
"More, more, give me more," gasped Mona, slowly jerking her upraised ass back and forth. Her ass-hole held the pimp's cock in a crushing, vise-like grip. Styles began to pump in and out of her ass, Mona's body shuddering with the wild pleasure his enormous dick was sending throughout her body.
Styles bent forward, sliding his hands under Mona's stomach. He clamped his hands over her large, round brown breasts, rubbing the long black nipples between his powerful fingers.
"You're my best woman, my woman," he grunted, sliding his hands off her breasts and down to the smooth, brown plane of her stomach. He slid his hands along the supple, ebony skin. His fingers scratched against the wiry black hairs covering Mona's well trained pussy, and kneaded the hairy pubic flesh.
Mona jerked forward, forcing Styles' hand down onto the pink, swelling meat of her black cunt. Styles pressed his light-brown fingers into the wet, hot pussy flesh, then rammed two slim fingers into her quivering cunthole.
Mona lifted her face from the sheet and let out a long, low animal howl of passion. Styles groped around the wrinkled folds of skin just below her pelt of wiry, black pussy-hairs, and pushed aside the tiny flap of skin covering her clit. He rammed his fingers down hard over the quivering organ of female orgasm, scissoring the little bud between his slim, cunt-gripping fingers. Mona's ass-hole tightened around his prick, crushing its softness against the hardened shaft of Styles' taut male skin.
Straining his wrist, Styles curved his hand so that his thumb pushed into her cunthole, while his fingers kneaded her long, throbbing love bud.
"Ooh, oh!" Mona grunted, thrashing her hips from side to side as her pleasure mounted. She ground her crotch against his.
Styles felt his penis begin to quiver inside her cunt, felt a hot flash of orgiastic pleasure begin to bloom in his brain. Mona's cuntwalls began to suck at his invading fingers, her ass-hole grip his penetrating cock in a vice-like clutch of passionate frenzy.
Mona was ecstatic, her passions flowering in her brown, shuddering, bent over body. She felt the pimp's cock begin to jerk violently inside her anus, then sighed loudly as hot .gobs of come splashed against the walls of her intestine. The sucking on his probing fingers became violent, the ass-hole tightening around his cock painfully. Mona shrieked loudly, thrusting her buttocks forward as the orgasm Styles' ass-digging cock had given her reached its peak. She spread her legs apart, dropping her crotch to the wet, satin surface of the sheets. Styles jerked his cock out of her ass-hole. The large, black member was still ejaculating, and splashed tiny drops of white semen over the chocolate brown skin of Mona's buttocks.
Styles knelt between her widespread legs, and pressed his hands into the graceful curves of the black whore's back, feeling her body shuddering as her orgasm passed its peak.
Mona sighed loudly as he slid his hands down the brown surface of her back and pressed his hot, sweaty palms into her buttocks. She ground her black-haired cunt against the surface of the sweat and cum stained sheets, her body still quivering from her massive orgasm.
She rolled over as Styles jerked his hands off her ass.
"That was the best!" she cried, sitting up slowly, "The very best!"
"Always aim to please," said Styles with a soft smile. He stepped off the bed and walked to the dresser where he had put the cocaine and mirror. A phone began ringing loudly.
"Want me to get it," asked Mona, beads of sweat dripping off her naked brown breasts.
"No, honey, I'll take it," said Styles. "About that deal for tonight." He started walking towards the door of her bedroom, then stopped abruptly as he approached the doorway.
"Got something for me to put on?" he asked, his tone now harder and business-like. Mona jumped off the bed and dashed to her closet.
"Here, daddy," she murmured, handing him a silk robe.
Styles draped the garment over his hard, lean, black body and dashed out to the living room. The phone was still ringing.
"Yeah, that's business," Styles thought to himself, "Nobody else would wait that damn long. Styles' regular 'clients' always let the phone ring about eighteen times before deciding that no one was in.
"Goddamn, hold on a minute," he grunted, sprinting across the carpeted living room floor.
"Hello," he said, carefully modulating his voice.
"Styles?" a coarse sounding voice replied.
"Speaking," he said smoothly.
"Hi, it's Masters," the voice continued. Styles gripped the reciver tightly, hanging onto the man's words.
"Hello, how are you," he said, his voice as smooth as the fabric of the silk robe he was wearing.
"Fine, fine," the coarse voice replied. "Listen I-" Styles heard a soft click, the sound of a phone being put on 'hold'. Masters was probably calling from his office. Naturally, he didn't want the identity of the person he was speaking to revealed to the wrong people in his organization. Styles understood that the signal to wait was that sound of the phone being put on hold.
A minute later he heard another click and Master's voice sounded again through the phone's receiver.
"Sorry about that," Masters began, "Someone-"
"It's all right," said Styles softly, "Business is business, you know."
"Right!" said Masters enthusiastically. "Anyway, that special we discussed-it's going to be tomorrow night. Will that be okay with you?"
Masters knew perfectly well that Styles would have a girl for him anytime he wished. But Styles conducted his affairs like Masters would a business matter. Somehow, Masters felt easier dealing with Styles as if he was an important account.
"Tomorrow night will be perfect," said Styles with a grim smile.
"And you have someone special, right?"
"I'm giving you my best womanmy woman, understand?" Styles added a lusting note to the smooth, controlled sound of his voice.
"Now you understand that this is to be a surprise, correct?"
"Yes, birthday present, isn't it?"
"That's right. How do we-"
"I'll have her there an hour or so before you begin the festivities," Styles interrupted. "Just leave the details to me."
"Well, Fred is kind of conservative, if you know what I mean," said Master hesitantly. "Do you think-"
"Trust my judgment," thought Styles, gripping the phone receiver tightly. "Mona can do it," he thought, "She's got to-" Master's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"I trust you implicitly," said Masters. Styles thought he detected a note of heavy lust in the man's voice. He drummed his long, brown fingers on the phone's receiver, waiting for the inevitable next question.
"Do you think one of the girls can-" Masters began slowly.
"Of course," said Styles, his voice confident. "Just tell me when."
"I, I don't know how soon I can arrange my schedule," said Masters, his voice trembling now with excitement. "But you can-"
"Of course," Styles interrupted.
"Great!" said Masters. Styles thought he could hear the man utter a deep sigh of relief.
"I'll send you a check-should arrive in the morning mail."
"That will be fine," said Styles, a grim smile of satisfaction spreading across his light-brown face.
"Good day, and I'll see you tomorrow night," said Masters.
"What do you mean," said Styles.
"Aren't you going to bring the girl-I mean, you can sit down to a couple of drinks with us and all that."
"I don't know if I'll have the time," said Styles, forcing a note of regret into his silky smooth voice.
"Well, we all hope you can make it," said Masters. "Good bye, now."
"Good bye," said Styles. He waited until Masters hung up the phone, then jammed down the phone he was holding.
"Goddamn," he thought, "Which of my ladies can service this one? Yeah, Melody. Good."
He walked back into Mona's bedroom. She had her back and shoulders pressed into the surface of the bed. Her hands were pressed to her naked, brown buttocks, her feet pressed into her shoulders.
"Hi, daddy," she said softly as Styles walked back into the room.
With out saying a word, Styles tossed off the silk robe and threw himself down on the bed. Mona spread her legs apart with perfect, athletic grace. He shoved his head and shoulders between her bent-over, backturned thighs, planted the palms of his hands into the softness of the mattress, then rammed his prick deep into her cunt.
"Damn," gasped Mona. She spoke with difficulty because of the unusual position she was holding herself in.
"I mean, damn," she continued, "I didn't even see you get hard!"
Styles slid forward, burying his prick to the foot in her spread-open cunt. He pressed his muscled torso against her chocolate brown skin. The long, hardened, black nipples of her beautiful boobs pressed into his skin. She slowly lifted her feet up off the surface of the mattress, groaning softly as Styles ground his prick around her twat in a grinding, circular motion.
Mona wrapped her feet around his broad, light-brown skinned, powerful back and squeezed his lean sides with the supple insides of her sensuous thighs.
Styles clamped his mouth over hers, thrusting the hot, wet, meat of his tongue into the hotness of her yearning mouth. Mona closed her lips tightly over his invading tongue, and sucked hard on the soft meat.
Styles pulled his mouth away from hers with a sharp jerk. Mona's mouth made a loud, smacking noise as the tongue slipped out from between her thick, red lips.
"It's on for tomorrow night," Styles gasped as he pumped his prick in and out of her quivering cunt.
"To-mor-row night?" asked Mona between passionate gasps.
"Right, honey," said Styles with a grin. "At the Saint George Hotel; private party, the whole thing."
"Far out," said Mona, panting. "I'm going to be the surprise, huh?"
"That's right, baby," said Styles. He slid a slim, brown hand between their locked together bodies and pressed his fingers into the flesh of a chocolate brown, long nippled breast.
"Oh, oh, yeah," grunted Mona, as the nipple crushed into his hot, sweaty light-skinned palm. "I'll do it for you, daddy, I'll do it!"
Styles felt confident that Mona could handle this rather difficult trick.
"She can make any man fall," he thought to himself, "Any man!" He jerked his prick in and out of her quivering cunthole.
Her nude body writhed and shuddered with orgiastic pleasure. Then her jerking motions ceased, and he pulled himself away from her quivering, naked flesh.
Mona stretched herself out on the mattress, gasping, her breath coming in deep heaves. She heard the front door of the lavish suite slam shut, then heard a high-pitched, girlish giggle. A moment later a pretty, brown, pixi-ish face appeared in the doorway of her bedroom.
"Hi, Melody," she said with a giggle. Styles sat up on the edge of the bed, his penis still hard and sticking straight up from his wiry-haired crotch.
Melody dashed out of the room and returned minutes later, wearing a silk pajama top. The hem of the garment clearly revealed her tiny patch of pubic hairs.
"Come here, baby," said Styles with a seductive purr. She leaped up onto the bed, and into the lusting, grasping arms of Mona and Styles.