Chapter 4
A tall, sophisticated-looking black man greeted them as they walked in.
"Hello, Styles," Masters called out. The black man smiled broadly. Masters cast a worried glance around the room. "Is everything ready," he asked.
"Oh, yes, Tom," said Styles, grinning to himself as he referred to the business man by his First name. "The girls are powdering their noses right now-" He was interrupted by the sound of a door opening. Two black women, dressed in sexy evening gowns walked in, broad smiles on their faces. A moment later, a third stepped in. She was much taller than the other two, and wore an evil-looking smile on her beautiful, dark-skinned face.
"Tom, I'd like you to meet Melody," said Styles, giving the portly man a sly wink. Fred thought he could see Masters' body tense as he took the woman's hand.
"And this is Gina, and Suzy," Styles continued. The two girls stepped over to Williams and Hendries.
"Styles," boomed Masters, "I'd like you to meet the newest vee-pee in town-Fred Gold."
Styles stepped over to Fred and extended a light-brown hand. "Congratulations, Fred," he said, his voice as smooth as the silk shirt he was wearing.
"Thanks," said Fred, clasping Styles' hand tightly. There was something strange, something out of place about the man. Fred felt a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. The other two women were running their fingers through the hair on the heads of Williams and Hendries. Melody hovered over Masters, staring down at him with a strange look in her eyes.
A waiter pushed the door open with a metal tray laden with bottles of liquor, ice, and glasses.
"I'm glad you could stay for a drink with us," said Masters, grinning evilly at Styles.
"Always a pleasure to be in the company of gentlemen," Styles said.
Fred thought he detected a note of sharp sarcasm in his voice. He glanced at the three other businessmen. They showed no sign of a slight by Styles; their eyes were fixed on the women fussing over them.
They seated themselves on the couches stretched against the walls of the suite's front room. Williams and Hendries curled their arms around the shoulders of the two black women.
"Oh, god," thought Fred, "prostitutes! How disgusting-" His thoughts were interrupted by Masters. The portly businessman stepped over to him with a large drink, all but pushing the glass right into Fred's face.
"Drink up," Masters said, "The evening's just starting."
Fred started to walk over to one of the couches, but turned abruptly and plunked himself down in an easy chair in a corner of the room. Then Williams and the girl Styles called 'Gina' got up from the couch, silly grins across their faces.
"Got to go for a walk," said Williams, casting Masters a sly, lusting wink They disappeared through a doorway off to one side of the large room.
"Yeah, got some things to take care of," said Hendries. He and the girl named Suzy got up and disappeared through another door.
Melody walked over to where Masters was sitting. "Up," she said sharply. Masters rose without saying a word.
"Finish that drink, or throw it out," Melody barked. Masters emptied the glass down his throat with one large gulp.
"Let's go," Melody said harshly. She turned, and started walking out of the suite. Masters trailed meekly behind her. He winked at Fred as they walked out.
"What the Sam Hill," thought Fred, watching Master's form vanish out the doorway of the suite.
Styles got up slowly and walked over to the chair Fred was sitting in.
"I'm afraid I have to go now," he said softly. "I just want to wish you a happy birthday, and good night."
"Thank you," said Fred, shaking Styles' hand.
"Oh, yes," said Styles absently. "There is a birthday present for you. Right through that door." He gestured with a light-brown hand at a door directly across from where Fred was sitting. Without another word, he walked gracefully out of the suite.
"I'm not sure if I want to go in there or not," Fred thought, staring at the door Styles had pointed to.
"Well, I guess I'd better go through with it," he thought. He put down his drink and walked slowly across the carpeted room.
"If this is what I think it is," he thought, grasping the brass doorknob tightly. "Oh, what the fuck!"
He twisted the knob hard and threw open the door.
"Good evening, Fred," a high-pitched, sexy voice called out. Fred stood still in amazement.
The room contained an overly enormous double bed, almost an exact copy of the bed he slept in with his wife. A tall, slender black woman sat on the bed, dressed in a flaming red, silk robe.
"Ha, huh, who," Fred said, staring at her beautiful, chocolate-brown face.
"My name is Mona," she said, her voice a soft, seductive purr. "I'm you're birthday present."
Fred stood transfixed by the woman sitting on the large bed. "I don't think-" he began.
"Good!" said Mona. "Don't think. Just sit here next to me."
Fred watched himself walk over to the bed and sit down next to the beautiful, black woman. The alcohol was rising up in him. He had a sudden, vivid image of her naked. A sharp pang of lust shot through him, destroying his attempts to feel disgust at what he normally would have considered a moral outrage. Mona curled a lean, slender, chocolate-brown arm around his shoulders.
"How do you feel," she said softly.
"I, I don't know," Fred replied, staring down at the carpeted floor of the suite's bedroom. "I, I'm married."
"Well, I have a man," said Mona softly, brushing her slim fingers across the nape of Fred's neck.
"B, B, But" said Fred, turning his head and staring deep into her dark brown eyes.
"You're thinking again," said Mona, a teasing note in her sexy, high-pitched voice.
"Yes, well, but," said Fred.
"Don't you like me," said Mona, forcing a sad note into her voice.
Fred felt suddenly guilty that he had offended her.
"Oh, yes, I, I like you, I guess," he mumbled. Mona stood up and stepped away from the bed.
"I'm hot," she said. Then she pulled aside the silk robe, slipped its Fine material off her chocolate-brown shoulders and let the garment drop to the floor.
Fred gasped. She was wearing a short nightgown, the hem barely covering her neat triangle of black pussy hairs. The filmy, transparent fabric revealed the tips of her long, black nipples clearly.
Mona spun around, the hem of the sexy nightgown riding up and revealing the firm, rounded cheeks of her brown ass. Fred inhaled sharply, his lusts rising up in him to the boiling point.
"I, I don't think," he began.
Mona sat down next to him on the bed. "Good," she chirped, "I told, you, just don't think."
Fred watched numbly as she knelt down on the floor, next to the edge of the bed. She reached up her slender, bare arms and shoved her hands into his lap.
Fred grasped her wrists firmly and raised her arms up away from his crotch.
"Please," he said desperately. His lusts were raging like a brushfire. Mona freed her wrists with a snap of her arms and dropped her hands to the businessman's crotch.
"Are you sure you don't want me for your birthday," she cooed, pressing her slim fingers into the bulge that was growing steadily in the fabric of the crotch of his slacks.
The feel of her fingers pressing the cloth against his steadily-growing cock made passion explode in Fred's brain like a fragmentation grenade that sent splinters of passion throughout his body.
"I, I, I," he said, staring down at her fingers.
"You, you, you," cooed Mona.
She unbuckled his belt deftly. Fred jerked the suit jacket off his shoulders, almost without realizing what he was doing. He watched as her nimble fingers undid the top button of his pants and zipped down his fly.
"Such tight underwear," murmured Mona, shoving her fingers into the fly slit of his briefs.
Fred gasped sharply, lifting his buttocks up off the surface of the mattress. Mona swiftly darted her hands up to the tops of his trousers and jerked the garment down his thighs.
Fred plunked his ass back down on the bed, his pants crumpled up around his ankles.
Mona leaned forward and planted her lush, red lips over the bulge in the crotch of his briefs. The movement pushed Fred's passions past the breaking point.
"I, I want you," he said hoarsely.
"Of course," said Mona, "of course you do!" She slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs and jerked the undergarment down his lean, hairy thighs. His prick sprang forth, fully erect.
"Oh, what a nice prick," Mona gasped, "As big as my man's!"
She reached forward and curled her thumb and forefinger around the base of the prick's quivering, hardened shaft. She worked her fingers slowly around the prick, then bent over and licked off a tiny drop of cum that had appeared on the tip of the prick's swollen head.
"Aren't you hot in all those clothes," she murmured. Fred numbly started to unbutton his shirt.
"Here, let me help you," said Mona, her voice a soft, seductive purr. She stood up, gently uncurling her fingers from the shaft of Fred's prick.
Fred stood up, and Mona pulled the shirt off his torso.
"Lay down honey," she cooed, "I'll take good care of you!"
Fred lay back on the bed, spreading his hairy, masculine legs wide apart. Mona crept up on the bed and knelt between his outspread legs. She pressed the palms of her hands into the muscled firmness of his thighs and bent forward, planting a hard kiss on the tip of his quivering, cunt-hungry prick.
"Oh!" gasped Fred sharply, leaning over and planting his hands onto her nightgown-covered shoulders.
Mona opened her mouth wide and took the head of his cock in between her lush, thick lips. She closed her mouth tightly over the shaft of his cock, bending forward and covering the prick with the hot, sensual wetness of her mouth.
Fred cried out in passion as she gently grazed the taut, male skin with her teeth. Here was a pleasure he had never engaged in with his wife. She would take his prick into her mouth briefly, but only when he was semi erect. As soon as he became hard, she would jerk her face away from his crotch.
Mona was now sucking hard on the taut shaft, kneading the sensitive underside with her tongue. Fred jerked his buttocks up, slamming the swollen head of his prick against the roof of her mouth.
She felt the penis begin to jerk violently inside her mouth, heard Fred groan, then felt gobs of hot semen splashing against the walls of her well-trained mouth.
"Shit, this one's so easy, it's a crime," she thought, relieved that she was able to complete her mission so deftly. Fred was captured by her completely.
She let his come fill her mouth, then jerked her face away from his crotch when she felt the last of his ejaculatory contractions cease.
"How's that for a start," she cooed at him.
"Wow, my wife," Fred began, gasping.
"You don't talk about your wife now, I won't talk about my man," said Mona slyly.
She leaned back on her haunches and tossed the nightgown off her chocolate-brown torso.
Fred inhaled sharply at the sight of her large, round breasts, tipped with long, black nipples.
"You, you're beautiful," he gasped.
"Don't you want to touch me," said Mona with a seductive purr.
Fred reached out and clamped his hands tightly over her naked tits. The long, black nipples crushed into his hot, sweaty palms, the chocolate brown flesh of the boobs folding over his probing hands.
"Now, touch me down here," said Mona, gesturing to her black-haired crotch. Fred sank his fingers into the pink flesh of her cuntmeat. The feel of the hot, wet, female flesh made his penis spring back, fully erect.
He shoved a finger into the black whore's cunthole. Mona reached out and seized the shaft of his erect cock. She pressed her slim, brown fingers into the taut male flesh, cooing softly as Fred worked his impassioned fingers around the meat of her throbbing, juicing cunthole.
"Lay back, honey," said Mona with a soft purr. Fred jerked his hands out of her pussy and lay back, pressing his shoulders into the soft sheet.
"Up, up," said Mona, toying with the erect shaft of his prick. She knelt again between his legs, crouching, her naked cunt and ass hovering over his stiff dick.
She planted her hands firmly into the flesh of Fred's torso, then lowered her cunt down onto his erect prick.
"Oh. god!" shouted Fred, as his prick slid deep into t,he hot wetness of her well trained pussy. Her cunt walls felt tight, tighter than Clair's, around the his thighs, and lowered her twat to his crotch.
"Feel good?" she murmured, working her hips in a slow, circular motion.
"Yes, god, yes!" Fred cried out. He lifted his head and shoulders up off the surface of the mattress and clasped his hands onto her large, round, chocolate skinned boobs. He slid his fingers down along the supple black skin, then took the long, hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Mona began sliding her twat up and down the length of his prick. He dropped his hands from her breasts, and thrust his arms out wide on either side of his lean, hard frame.
Mona bent forward and laid out over his torso. Her breasts crushed against the wiry hairs covering his chest, the nipples digging into the rough, masculine flesh.
Fred began jerking his buttocks up and down, ramming the head of his prick against the quivering walls of her cunt. She clamped her mouth tightly over his, and poked at his teeth with the tip of her tongue.
Fred parted his teeth and let the hot, wet, meaty flesh of Mona's tongue slide into his mouth. He closed his lips tightly over her tongue, and began sucking softly on the wet, pink meat.
Mona murmured into his mouth and rubbed her lips back and forth over Fred's. She pressed her hands into his lean, hard sides, then slid her hot, sweaty palms under his buttocks.
Fred gasped as her hands slid down the stiff hairs lining the walls of his asscrack. He shrieked loudly as she dug a probing, hot finger into the tender flesh of his anus.
"It, it," he grunted, trying to say that she was causing him pain. But before he could compose himself, he felt a red-hot flash of passion shoot through his penetrated buttocks.
"It's good," he said with a loud, lusting gasp.
Mona glanced at the clock sitting on the night table to the side of the bed. Only fifteen minutes had passed since Fred Gold had entered the suite's bedroom.
"Shit," she thought, "Must be losing my time sense. Sure as hell didn't take long to get him in this black pussy."
She jerked her attention back to the naked body of the man on whom she was sprawled out. She ground her bare twat tightly against the root of Fred's prick.
Fred wrapped his arms tightly around her bare back, his Fingers pressing tightly into the supple, chocolate brown skin. Mona slid her probing finger out of his anus and dug her hands into the man's bare buttocks.
"Oh, I can't," shouted Fred, his body shuddering. Mona felt his penis begin to jerk violently inside her, then felt the familiar sensation of gobs of male come splashing against the walls of her well trained pussy. She waited, panting, until the last of the contractions of Fred's prick subsided, then jerked her bare crotch off of Fred's cock. His semi-erect cock slipped out of her pink cuntflesh, and fell onto his bare thigh.
"I, I never," Fred gasped, his chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. Mona sat cross-legged on the bed, staring down at his sweat-covered frame.
"Never fucked a black woman before," she said, her voice tone expressionless.
"That's not," Fred began, ihen stared deep into her dark eyes.
"That's not what I meant to say," he continued. "What I meant was that I've never fucked anyone but my wife since we were married."
"But you never fucked a black woman before," Mona persisted.
"No, that's true, I haven't" said Fred. He stared at her silently for a moment. Mona reached down and began toying with his semi-erect cock. She took the soft shaft between her fingers and squeezing the limp male member hard. She pressed a finger into the tiny slit of the cock's head. Fred wriggled his bare ass against the sweat-stained sheet.
"Do you mind if I ask you, well, things," Fred said shyly.
"Sure," said Mona with a coy smile. "This is the model you can talk to."
"Well, hey," said Fred, somewhat abashed. "I didn't mean to imply that you're uneducated, or something. I just wondered, well, it's the way you talk, your voice tone and all-"
"If I'm some poor rich girl gone astray?" said Mona.
"I, I don't mean to sound corny," Fred began. He was rapidly shaking off the effects of the alcohol he had consumed earlier. He began to feel uneasy, as if he had just woken up and found himself in bed with a strange woman.
"Some birthday," he muttered to himself. Then Mona's fingers found the sensitive underside of his cock head.
"Oh, that feels good!" he gasped, as strong, chocolate brown fingers pressed roughly into, the soft, sensitive underside of his limp cock.
"You seem to be uneasy," said Mona softly, gently jerking the prick out from the bush of wiry black pubic hairs ringing the base of its softened shaft.
"Well, I wasn't expecting any of this," said Fred. He began to feel more comfortable now, talking conversationally with the young black whore.
"I was told that I was to be a surprise," said Mona with a broad grin.
Fred laughed. "Surprise is right! You know, I've never been unfaithful to Claire-she's my wife, Claire, and-"
"And you're starting to feel guilty, right," said Mona, the grin locked on her pretty brown face.
Fred dropped his gaze to the carpeted floor of the suite's bedroom.
"I guess so," he said.
"Why?" Mona stared straight into his eyes. "Well, uh," said Fred. "Don't know?"
"If a man is married-" Fred began hesitantly.
"He should be able to please his wife," Mona interrupted. She cupped her hand over Fred's genitals,.
"I can teach you interesting things that you can do with your wife," said Mona, her voice a soft, seductive purr.
"But adultery," Fred began.
"Honey, I'm bought and paid for," said Mona evenly. Fred's limp cock quivered as it rested against the sensual warmth of the palm of her trained hand. "You know, I've never been in favor of prostitution," said Fred ruefully.
"And here you are," laughed Mona. She deftly wrapped her fingers around his semi-erect prick, felt the member begin to grow at her practiced touch.
"Does it seem all that bad," she chuckled. Fred dropped his gaze to her caressing hand.
"No, of course not. You're a very beautiful woman. But it doesn't seem natural, somehow."
"What's not natural about it," asked Mona. His prick was now nearly erect again. She let his hand from his cock and brushed her brown fingers along the skin of Fred's thigh.
"Well, the idea of having to pay money for it-" Fred began.
"Honey, let me clue you in on one basic fact." Mona drew her eyes into hard slits as she spoke. "All sex is bought and paid for, one way or another, no matter why, how, or with who."
Fred jerked his head back and stared straight into the black woman's eyes.
"I never thought of that before," he said. "It sounds so cold, somehow."
"That is what is known as the way things are," said Mona, her voice somber. Then she smiled brightly and squeezed the shaft of Fred's erect prick.
"Ever fuck a woman up her ass?" Fred stared at her, his prick quivering.
"N, no, I never thought about it."
"Oh, yes you did," said Mona with a sly chuckle. "Just couldn't bring yourself to ask your wife, huh?"
Fred blushed deeply and dropped his gaze to the sheets. Mona rolled over and lay on her stomach.
"Asses are nice," she said, grinding her crotch into the softness of the mattress.
Fred pressed the hot, sweaty palm of his hand onto her chocolate skinned, rounded ass cheeks.
"Doesn't that feel good," Mona cooed. She writhed as if she was enjoying the feel of his hand on her ass.
"Yeah," gasped Fred, digging his fingers into her taut ass flesh.
"Now slide your fingers down the crack."
Fred hesitated for a moment, then cautiously ran his fingers down the lining of wiry hairs overing the walls of Mona's ass crack. He inhaled sharply as his fingers hit into the pink flesh of her small anus.
"Don't you want to stick your prick in there," she asked jerking her buttocks upwards.
Fred planted his knees between her outspread legs. Mona raised her buttocks, spreading her backturned thighs wide apart.
"Reach into that drawer, will you, please," Mona cooed. Fred turned around, stretched out a muscular arm, and pulled open the draw to the nightable by the side of the bed.
"Get out that tube," said Mona. She had given Styles careful instructions on the preparations for her session with Fred Gold.
"K-Y Jelly?" said Fred, a puzzled note in his voice.
"Yup," said Mona brightly. "Never heard of it?"
" 'Fraid not," said Fred, handing her the snail, white tube.
Mona sat up swiftly, and turned to Fred. "This is to make it fit in easier," she said, a tone of heavy lust in her voice. Fred stared at her hands as she opened the tube.
She rubbed some of the clear lubricant onto the light-brown skin of her hands then slowly ran her jellied fingers over the quivering shaft of Fred's erection. Fred inhaled sharply, his body shuddering as her fingers caressed his yearning male member.
"All ready now," said Mona, reaching for a tissue and wiping the residual jelly off her fingers. Fred's prick glistened with its coating of clear colored lubricant.
Mona rolled over again and pressed her large, round breasts into the sheet. She raised her buttocks, swinging the sensual, rounded flesh in a slow, circular motion under Fred's lusting gaze.
He planted his knees between her backturned, outspread thighs and lunged forward, the slippery, quivering shaft of his prick sliding down into Mona's ass crack. She thrust her hips backwards, the opening of her anus slamming against the swollen head of Fred's erect cock.
"Push in," she gasped, contracting her muscles so that the walls of her ass crack closed around Fred's prick. Fred gripped her chocolate-brown sides tightly and pushed forward, inserting the head of his cock into the black woman's ass-hole.
"That's it, baby," Mona cooed, thrusting backward. The shaft of Fred's prick slid deep into her anus. He leaned forward, the wiry black pubic hairs at the base of his prick scratching against the taut skin of her ass cheeks. Fred gasped loudly.
Mona began working her penetrated ass around in a slow, circular motion.
"How does it feel," she said with a practiced gasp.
"It's good, good," Fred grunted. He pressed his fingers into her soft, supple black skin, running his hands up her sides. Mona raised her torso slightly, and Fred cupped the palms of his hot, horny hands over her breasts. He took the long, black nipples between his thumb and forefinger, roughly massaging the hardened black tits.
"That's right, that's good," said Mona as he started to pump his prick slowly in and out of her ass-hole.
"Know where to put your hands next?" said Mona, thrusting her ass cheeks against Fred's thighs.
Without answering, he jerked his hands away from her tits and slid his fingers down the smooth, even plane of her stomach, pushing his fingers into the wiry black hairs of Mona's pussy pelt.
"Hey," she said, "That's right!"
Fred dug his horny fingers into the pink, wrinkled folds of skin just below her bush of wiry black pubic hair. He closed his eyes, and an image of Claire's naked body flashed through his mind. His fingers found the lap of female flesh covering her tiny clit.
"You do know your stuff," gasped Mona, surprised. None of her tricks, and there had been hundreds of them, had ever given her a flash of pleasure. Fred had accurately and skillfully found her clit, and his fingers scissored her tiny love bud in a passionate, clutching grip. Waves of sexual pleasure rolled over her. For a brief moment she thought it was Styles who was firing with passion her anus and clit.
"It's against the rules to come with a trick, but," she thought. Then she decided to surrender herself to what ever pleasure Fred Gold could bring her..
"How'm I doing," he grunted, bending over her upraised buttocks.
"Good, good," gasped Mona. "Keep your fingers doing what they're doing!" pumping his prick madly in and out of her ass-hole, his hands massaging her tiny love bud. He felt the walls of her cunt contract and suck at his probing fingers. Mona groaned loudly, and her ass-hole tightened around his invading cock with a crushing, vise-like grip. She felt the cock begin to jerk violently inside her anus, then her orgasm exploded in her brain. She lifted her head up off the mattress, opened her mouth wide, and let out a long, low, animal wail of passion. Then she felt hot gobs of semen splash against the walls of her anus. She felt Fred growing soft inside her, and jerked her buttocks away from his crotch.
"That was great," said Fred, climbing out from between her backturned legs. His prick glistened with sweat and dissolving jelly.
"I swear," said Mona, rolling over on her back and panting heavily, "I swear, you're the first trick to really make me come."
Fred stared at her silently for a moment, trying to decide whether she had actually orgasmed or was just acting. He remembered how violently her pussy had contracted at the touch of his fingers, and decided that she really had come.
"That's true," said Fred. "I mean, you felt the way my wife does when she climaxes."
"You have good sex with your wife," asked Mona, pressing her hands into Fred's thighs.
"Well, we come and all," said Fred.
"But it's getting boring and repetitious, right?" asked Mona.
"I can't say that, but we do seem to do the same things all the time."
"Well, what the hell else do you think I mean? Most married couples repeat the same moves so often, they don't even think of it as real sex."
"It hasn't gotten that bad yet," said Fred with a chuckle. "Say, do you really read up on your profession?"
Mona laughed loudly. "Aren't any training manuals available," she said. "I took a course on marital psychology when-"
"You went to college?" Fred tried to conceal his amazement. To him a whore was an uneducated, semi-criminal type of person.
Mona smiled at his amazement. "I sure did," she said. "That's strange to you right? Is it because I whore, or because I'm black?"
A look of anger flashed through Fred's eyes.
"Don't try to lay that shit on me," he said. "I was raised around black people all my life. Went to private school with black people. Got pushed out of one executive spot by a black man, pushed another black man out of a spot I wanted to get into-"
"Mister liberal," said Mona sarcastically. "Sorry. I wasn't trying to lay a racism trip on you. Just want you to see me as a person. Doing a professional job."
"Is that how you see it," said Fred. He found himself fascinated by the young black whore.
"Sure," said Mona. "What the hell-I'm living in absolute luxury, with nothing to do for it but what comes natural. I've got a good body. You've got a good head for business. If you sell your head for the lifestyle you want, what's wrong with me selling my body for what I want?"
Fred looked down at her long, naked legs. He felt a sharp stirring of desire in his loins. His prick began to throb and grow erect again.
"The logic is inescapable," he said thoughtfully.
Mona found herself a bit worried about the easy, natural way in which they were beginning to converse. If she had gone into professional life, Fred could very well have been her next door neighbor, or her patient. She reached down into his crotch and seized the shaft of his prick.
"Let's see if you can make me come again," she said, casting him a seductive look.