Chapter 3
The half dozen guys sitting around the bar in Neptune's Trident gawked at the gorgeous thing who came tripping in and ordered a Sea Breeze. Renee perched on the stool, crossing her long, sexy legs.
She wore scarlet shoes with six inch stiletto heels and black lace stockings. She always kept these in the back of her car, and she had quickly changed into them before she went into the singles bar.
Renee allowed herself a casual glance around the smoky interior of Neptune's Trident. Just a few middle-aged guys, a couple of drunks, a skinny kid with acne who looked suspiciously young-no one interesting.
She took out a pack of Virginia Slims and lit one up, looking bored and beautiful and unapproachable. She drank two Sea Breezes and was beginning to get a little restless.
Just then, the door to the bar swung open and someone entered. Renee's back was to the door, so she didn't see who it was, but she saw everyone turn and stare and heard some feverish whispering.
Trying to be cool, she turned her head to see what all the commotion was about. A very flashy individual was sauntering up to the bar. He was a strikingly handsome fellow with a shock of blonde hair that didn't look quite natural.
He wore a silver fox coat which was a trifle showy, and a red silk shirt with a ruffled collar, which was opened to the navel, revealing a gym body and a golden tan.
His pants were white and skin tight, and he wore hand-tooled black leather boots. Diamonds and rubies glittered on his manicured Angers.
He looked like a GQ model-perfect features, perfect teeth, gray eyes, good cheek-bones, perfect. nose ...
And he was preening like a peacock, knowing that all eyes were upon him. To Renee, he seemed a little bit ridiculous, even though she knew at-once who he was.
Lance Devereaux was in Amber Springs on a promotional tour for his new movie, Southern Heat. He was one of those splashy self-promoting celebrities who make a lot of noise and but don't have much to show for it, except for good looks.
Renee's interested sharpened, however, when she got a glimpse of his entourage. Two hulking bodyguards shadowed the fur-clad movie star. They were both enormous with thick, ox-like necks and broad shoulders, huge arms and hands, and they looked mean, very mean.
But what attracted Renee's attention most was that one of these big goons was black as the Ace of Spades. The brute was at least six foot six, and must have weighed close to three hundred pounds! Big, black and built! Wow!
He wore a white tee shirt, contrasting deliciously with his ebony-hued flesh. His pecs bulged masterfully against the clinging cotton, and Renee did not fail to notice that the fellow had a very, very big basket.. , Lance Devereaux sauntered up to the bar and perched two stools down from where Renee sat. His goons took a table behind him.
"A martini, very dry," Lance said loftily.
"Right away, Mr. Devereaux," the bartender said eagerly, searching for the olives.
Lance shot a sideways glance at Renee. A little smirk creased his handsome features. He ogled her huge knockers and her long, crossed legs.
He took a sip from his martini glass. He saw Renee put a cigarette between her rosy lips. Lance rose from his stool and scooted across till he was sitting right next to her.
"Let me," he said, flashing a solid gold lighter.
"Thanks," Renee said coolly, taking a drag on her cigarette after he lit it for her.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing in a dive like this?" Devereaux asked silkily.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," Renee said sweetly.
He didn't catch the hint of sarcasm.
"I was thirsty and bored. These publicity tours can be such a drag," Lance said airily.
"Publicity tours?" Renee said innocently.
"You know who I am, don't you?" Lance asked, aghast.
"Oh, yes! You do commercials, right? l know! You're in that Preparation H ad on T. V.! " Renee said brightly.
Lance flashed a pearl-white grin, wagging a well-manicured finger at her.
"You're just pulling my leg, now, aren't you, young lady?"
"Well, Mr. Devereaux, you are a teensy weensy bit conceited!" Renee giggled.
"Can't help it!" he shrugged attractively. "Comes with the territory. Everyone expects me to be an ass-hole, so what can I do?"
"I suppose you're right," Renee nodded. "Actually, you seem a little nicer than l expected."
"Thanks! And you're the best-looking chick I've seen in weeks!" Lance purred.
'Thank you!"
"What d'you say we go back to my hotel room and have some bubbly and get better acquainted?" Lance said huskily.
"You do work fast, don't you?" Renee said, amused.
"I've got a busy schedule, what can I say?"
He did know how to pour on the boyish charm ...
"I'll tell you what, Mr. Devereaux. You're awfully good-looking and quite charming, but you're not exactly what I had in mind."
Lance looked crestfallen. He sighed dejectedly.
"Well, you can't blame a fellow for trying," he said forlornly, shooting her a sly glance. "What's your name, anyhow?"
"Renee," she said.
"Well, Renee. Might I ask what kind of guy you are looking for?"
Renee flashed him a cool blue gaze, a slow smile creasing her lovely features.
"Do you really want to know?" she demanded.
"More than anything!" he said dramatically.
"I'm looking for someone a lot like that goon who followed you into the bar."
"Which goon?" he said blankly, looking around.
"Your body-guard, silly. The one who looks like Mr. T's bigger, better brother."
"You mean Turk?" Lance cried.
"You don't have to tell everyone in the bar," Renee said ironically.
"Sorry!" he lowered his voice. "Well, Renee, you're sure full of surprises!"
"So you see, Lance, you'd be better off with some other chick."
"Well, now, I don't know. Let's think about this," Lance said, scratching his chin.
A light dawned in his jade green eyes.
"Say! I've got it! Come on back to my hotel, and I'll let you get acquainted with Turk!" Lance exclaimed.
Renee looked at him in mild surprise, but a little tingle of interest was beginning to kindle between her legs.
"What's the catch?" she asked.
"No catch!" Lance grinned. "Except I get to watch! And maybe join in?"
Renee giggled. "You're a funny one, Lance Devereaux. I guess I would like to sip some champagne...."
Lance had an enormous suite at the Oleander Arms, the swankiest hotel in Amber Springs. He had room service send up two bottles of Moet and some caviar, and produced some good smoke as well as some fine cocaine.
In forty-five minutes, Renee was high as a kite and having a great time. She and Lance got along famously, giggling like kids. She noticed, however, that Turk and the other body-guard had vanished as soon as they arrived at the hotel.
Lance rose, a trifle unsteadily, and turned on the radio. Turning, he said slyly, "I'll be back in a jiffy, Renee. Make yourself comfortable, why don't you?"
Renee hummed along with Arethra Franklin as she sipped the bubbly champagne. She was tingling all over, a delicious warmth stealing through her voluptuous body. Kicking off her shoes, she said to herself, What the hell ... and started undoing her dress.
She shimmied out of it and perched on the sofa wearing only her lacy pink panties and her black net stockings. She untied the ribbon in her hair, and her golden tresses tumbled luxuriantly around her alabaster-smooth shoulders.
Her full, ripe breasts looked luscious and creamy in the subtle lighting. They were milky white, with tiny pale blue veins visible through her almost translucent flesh. Her nipples were juicy and ripe and they burned with desire, sprouting erectly.
The door to the bedroom opened and Lance appeared, dressed grandly in a black velvet bathrobe. It was obvious he was nude underneath. He had a big, shit-eating grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.
He sauntered over to an armchair and then, before sitting, clapped his hands imperiously.
"My dear, I have just decided to make your fantasy come true!" he said dramatically.
Another shape loomed in the bedroom door-way, filling it up. Renee gasped, her blue eyes widening, her cheeks flushing as electric jolts of passion seared her senses.
It was Turk. He had changed his costume. Now he wore his birthday suit, and Renee decided she had never seen a better-dressed man ...
The black buck strode into the room, moving with simian aggressiveness. His naked flesh gleamed, purplish black and silk-smooth over rock-hard slabs and slopes of muscle.
He was HUGE!! And in all the right places! His hulking torso tapered dramatically to a narrow waist. Those enormous thighs looked like they could crush a skull between them with no effort at all.
His family jewels swung meatily between his legs, and though he was not yet aroused, you could see at once that Turk was Hung with a capital H.
His bull-cock looked like a long, fat length of tarred rope, draping down over his hefty balls, almost reaching his knees. Renee's mouth watered at the sight, and she felt her pussy tingle and burn as it chafed fretfully against her clinging pink undies.
"MMMM, Lance, you are too good to me!" Renee purred with kittenish delight.
She sprang nimbly from the couch and darted up to the muscle-bound monster. She stared up at him with awe, and Turk flashed her a toothy grin, his dark eyes gleaming with jungle heat.
"Hi there, big boy!" Renee purred, running her finger-tips up his macho chest to his broad shoulders. "Why don't you give me a kiss?"
Turk growled, deep in his throat. His massive arms locked around her middle, crushing her close. Stooping, he mashed his thick lips against her mouth, kissing her hard. Renee gurgled in breathless delight as the brawny Negro sucked at her lower face.
His long, slobbering tongue swarmed around in her mouth. She felt his massive pecs flex against her bouncy, resilient knockers. And she felt something rapidly growing harder and longer, pressing and throbbing against her sleek, smooth belly.
With some difficulty, Renee managed to disentangle herself from Turk's bear-like embrace. She was panting hard. Her golden hair was disheveled prettily. Her cheeks were rosy with color. Her eyes were hot with bitch need.
"Oh, Turk...." she mewled, and pressed her lips in the valley between his muscled man-tits.
Her soft, warm taster lapped its way across the Negro's massive chest. She loved the way his pecs flexed against her lips. She suckled each of his hard paps, feeling them grow rigid against her tongue, like bullets.
Turk lifted his arms, hooking his hands on top of his woolly head, making his muscles stand out magnificently. Renee cooed, lashing her taster up the flaring boomerang of his right lat, plunging her face in the slimy hollow beneath his arm.
The blasting heat of stud armpit seared her senses, and Renee went hog-wild, sucking and licking, whorishly loving the acrid flavor of his sweat which filled her mouth like smoke. She lapped the kinky tufts of hair which sprouted beneath his arm, then swooped over and orally serviced the other armpit.
Quivering with female passion, the buxom blonde eagerly worked her way down the massive stud's body, making his ebony-hued flesh gleam with her warm spit. She shuddered as she sank to her knees on the carpet.
Turk's bull-meat lurched aggressively in the air, inches from her eyes. She could smell the pungent aroma of his sweaty crotch. God, was he big! She reached out with trembling fingers, closing both lily white hands around his rigid fuck-tool. It felt hard as iron, hot as a poker, and she stroked it and squeezed it, her pussy dripping with excitement.
Slavishly, she drew the pulpy, purple knob to her gasping lips. She kissed it. She poked out her tongue and wiggled it all over the greasy knob. Turk rumbled his approval as the blonde bitch stuffed his donkey-meat in her mouth.
Her jaws ached as they strained wide apart. She made little gurgling sounds of frenzied delight, sucking like a leech, bobbing her pretty head up and down. Renee pumped on the lower part of his over-sized whanger with her little hand while she gobbled and slurped on the upper half, which totally filled her mouth and jammed into her throat.
Saliva bubbled from the corners of her hungry mouth, and her cheeks hollowed as she slurped and milked on the juicy black pecker. The musky flavor of Negro prick drove her wild with passion.
Turk began to hunch back and forth with his hips, feeding her his big meat.
"Yeah, girl; suck dat cock! Suck it!" he muttered thickly, lust searing through his low-hanging testicles. '
The powerful body-guard began to get aggressive. Reaching down, he groped Renee's bouncy boobs as she sucked his cock. He kneaded them roughly, white flesh oozing between his dark knuckles like dough.
He jerked his twitching whang out of her panting mouth and slapped it roughly to and fro against her flushed cheeks, making them sting and glisten with spit and pre-come.
He grabbed a hank of her golden hair and shoved her pretty face down between his muscular legs.
"Suck my balls, bitch!" Turk thundered huskily.
Renee was only too willing to comply. She shuddered, delighted by his savage machismo. She mouthed the enormous globes of his nuts, sliding her licker all over the greasy sac, loving the acrid flavor and smell.
She slurped humbly on each egg-shaped nugget, then darted her face up beneath the heavy scumbag and tongued the underside of his greasy scrotum. Turk moaned in bestial delight, rising up on his toes as the bitch worked his balls over with expert wantonness.
"Yeah! Dat feel GOOD, bitch! Suck my big fuckin' balls all over! Yeah!" Turk panted, pumping his spit-lubricated erection.
All this while, Lance Devereaux was voyeuristically enjoying the hot black/white sex scene unfolding in his hotel room suite. The handsome movie star was sprawled in a chair. He had flung open his bathrobe and was pounding his throbbing pecker in his fist as he greedily watched his muscle-bound black bodyguard and the gorgeous blonde slut.
Turk swung around, facing away from the kneeling blonde. Bending forward, he jammed his sweaty bubble butt against her gasping, girlish face.
"Suck my ass, girl!" bellowed Turk.
Renee mewled in whorish delight, raining hot, wet kisses on the beefy cheeks of his coal black butt. She sluiced her licker up and down his slick ass crack, then burrowed between the beefy globes.
Pungent heat swamped her senses as she let her taster race and wiggle up and down his deep, grimy ass crevice. She worked her taster all over his musky butt, searching out the puckered rosebud of his anus. It burned the tip of her tongue, acrid and tight, and she quivered with girlish delight as she poked her licker all the way up his taut colon and wiggled it around.
Turk roared in bestial pleasure, punching his slimy ass back against her face, pumping his prick as he clenched at her tongue with his taut rectal ring. Renee's pussy quivered with bitch passion as she played with her ripe nipples and let her licker dart rapidly in and out of the Negro's butt-hole.
Turk straightened up and swung around to face her, panting with animalistic passion. His bull-meat jerked angrily in the air like a club. His dark eyes were pools of liquid lust.
Licking his thick lips, Turk dropped to his knees on the carpet and gripped Renee's shoulders, pressing her down on her back. Renee whimpered in delight, splaying her luscious gams wide apart.
The light glistened on the soft golden tuft which crested her pink, pouty twat. Turk ran his big hands up and down the front of her body, gripping the trembling globes of her bosoms, kneading them roughly. Renee mewled and squirmed, her aching nubbins scraping against the rough heels of his hands.
"Big fuckin' knockers!" Turk muttered thickly.
He stooped, stuffing her right tit in his big, drooling mouth. He slurped wolfishly, sliding his wet taster all over the pebbly halo, his spit trickling down her creamy white tit globe.
Renee cried out in joy, clinging to his woolly head as the brawny buck caught her nub between his strong white teeth and worried it like a dog. He let the throbbing nipple pop out of his mouth and growled as he attacked its twin.
Back and forth the massively muscled brute darted, working on her big, ripe tits till Renee's nips were fat and swollen and rosy as raspberries, blazing peaks of sensitivity.
He rolled his long pink tongue down the soft plane of her tummy, leaving a glistening trail of spittle in his wake. After pausing to tickle the enclave of her bellybutton, Turk gripped Renee's knees and pushed her sexy legs even wider apart.
The buttery petals of her silk-soft, oven-hot labia parted to reveal the pink, winking pucker of her cunt-hole. Hot lust knifed through the muscle-bound
Negro's loins as he stared at the spread little cunny.
He bent down, sniffing the sweet fragrance of her loins. Renee choked back a sob of almost delirious delight as his long, rough tongue flicked out and tantalized the bud of her clitoris, sending jolts of almost excruciating pleasure throughout her body.
She began to writhe and buck, little breathy cries fluttering from her lips as the brawny stud tongued and sucked her aching cunt all over. Turk buried his face between the honeyed folds of her spread twat, growling thickly as he ate pussy like there was no tomorrow.
His hot spit mingled with her honeyed pussy juices. He felt the velvet heat of her tight twat spasm and vibrate around his searching taster. He worked his tongue way up inside her, and then let it flick rapidly in and out.
He pushed the tip of his forefinger against the slick opening and worked the digit all the way inside the succulent love-chute. Locking his hungry lips around her erect clit, he suckled it as he finger-fucked her blazing cunny.
"AAAAAH!! AAAAAH!! Y-YEEEEES!! " Renee shrieked, tossing her golden mane.
She scissored her long legs around Turk's thick neck and began mashing her wet box against his face, flurries of incredible rapture swirling through her loins.
He worked two fingers up her tight cunny and pumped them in and out. He twisted them around inside her, spreading her pussy wide. The fireball of bitch-need which seared deep within her seemed to grow and grow, till she felt light-headed and breathless.
Turk pushed her legs off his shoulders and scrambled up, panting hard. He dragged her legs on either side of his waist. Fisting his over-sized whanger, he slapped it against her aching twat a few times.
"Want it, bitch?" Turk snarled thickly. "Want this big fuckin' cock shoved up your wet pussy? Huh?"
"Ooooh, p-please! Fuck me! Stick it in me! Shove it up there, PLEASE!" Renee moaned brokenly, her blue eyes blazing with naked passion.
The black buck punched the blunt, purplish head of his pecker against the glistening flower of her sex. Gripping Renee's waist in both big paws, he braced himself and started to lean into her, slow and easy.
The ripe folds of her vagina slowly gaped around his slick member, stretching wider and wider, until with a moist sliding motion, about half of his truncheon pumped up into her frothy interior.
Renee's eyes snapped wide open. She gave a strangled scream, her back arching in a bow. Her nails raked across the rug. Blazing explosions of mindless ecstasy strobed through her hot cunt as she felt it slowly strain around his monster pecker.
It pumped deeper and deeper, slamming against the very back of her pussy, stretching it beyond belief. She had never felt so totally expanded, so totally filled with manhood. She felt split wide open, stuffed completely.
It was an awesome sensation, and she sobbed in joy, whipping her golden tresses from side to side. The jello-like mounds of her boobs wobbled and jerked as she wriggled. Her furnace-hot cunny milked and squirmed around his rigid black tool, milking it deliciously.
"Yeah, baby! Hot little cunt you got! Yeah! Take it, girl! Take my big black meat up there! UNGH!" Turk snarled.
He planted his hands on the rug on either side of her, heaving himself up into a push-ups position. His muscles expanded and bulged as he began to thrust with his hips. His sweaty ass heaved ruggedly up and down between her lithe, creamy legs.
His hard stomach clapped moistly against her tummy as he pounded his bull-meat with sledgehammer strokes into Renee's quaking, squirming love-tunnel. His heavy nuts smacked virilely against her buns each time he jammed his sex-joint to the root inside her.
Broken screams erupted from Renee's mouth. Her body jerked violently each time the muscle-bound Negro stroked his horse-cock up her cunt. Hot sucking sounds came from the point where her bloated pussy yawned and sucked at his wrist-thick fuck-shaft.
Searing rapture spread like liquid electricity to all corners of Renee's body, setting her on fire. Lights and colors swam behind her tear-dazzled eyes. She bucked upward frantically.
She hooked her ankles around the small of his back. She ran her hands feverishly up and down his sweat-soaked chest, feeling the hulking slopes of his pectorals bulge against her lily white fingers.
"Ooooh, G-GOD! OOOOH, G-GOD!! I'M . . .I'M C-CUUUUMING!" Renee Sawyer screamed in ecstasy.
She flopped wildly, like a fish out of water. Exquisite shock-waves of primal pleasure expanded and flowered between her legs. She sobbed in mindless rapture, her senses drenched by an orgasm that seemed to go on and on ...