Chapter 4
When I got to New York City, I did not know what I would do. I just walked around for the first day. The place was so big, I thought. I had not been prepared for the size of those buildings. I thought that they could have put all of Birmingham into one of those tall, office buildings.
But, as night came on, I started to get a little scared. I did not know where I would spend the night. I checked my money. I had five dollars on me and that was it.
I was sitting in a little coffee shop when I did that, and I knew that I had enough to pay for the coffee and pie that I had ordered but I wondered if this was going to be enough to get a hotel room that night.
And then I noticed this young white man looking at me. He smiled.
He was a tiny guy with long, black hair that fell around his face and seemed to frame it.
And he was white, so white that he almost seemed to be transparent.
But he seemed friendly and I thought that I did need a friend that night. I smiled back at him. I thought that it might be easy to fuck him, if that was what he wanted. I would fuck him and then he would let me stay through the night at his place. I did not even think about what would happen to me the next day. I had already begun to live from day to day, and I knew that I could not worry about tomorrow, not in a place as big and as heartless as New York City.
The little, white man moved over and sat down in the booth across from me. He smiled again and he stuck out his hand.
"Hi," he said. "My name is David. David Jones. Most folks just call me Davy."
"Davy," I said. "My name is Melody."
As I shook his hand, I tried to figure out just how old this guy was. He could have been fifteen or he could have been forty. Who knew for sure? This guy looked so white that he seemed to be ageless.
"You look like you need a place to stay, Melody," David said.
Well, he sure had that right. I smiled and nodded my head.
"Would you like to stay with me for a little while?" he asked.
He was being direct, so I thought that I might as well be direct too.
"Sure," I said. "I would fuck you for a roof over my head."
And the white man laughed and then he watched me while I ate my pie and drank my coffee. Later, he picked up the check for that little meal and he walked outside on the busy street with me.
"I live near here," he said. "Let's go."
I walked with him, feeling good because I had found a friend there in New York City.
And I towered over the little white guy as we walked down the street. I thought that we must look very strange. But no one who passed us seemed to notice anything. It was like there was nothing too strange for New York City. .
David lived in a tall building that had once been a hotel. But now, he said, they rented out the rooms as studio apartments. We went up in the elevator together to the top floor and got out and David led me down the hall to his room.
That room was small but it.looked okay and I thought that I would be comfortable there.
There was a big bed in the corner of the room. It was the biggest piece of furniture there and it looked very inviting. I walked across the room and sat down on the edge of that bed and pulled off my shoes. Then I smiled at him.
"You want to fuck right now, Davy?" I asked, using that boyish name that seemed to fit him.
As I said, I did not know how old he was, but I figured that anyone who was that small and that white had to be like a boy.
"Go ahead and get undressed," he said. "I have to use the john."
And then he went into a little room and closed the door. I stood up and took-off my clothes. There was a fan in the window and it was hot in that room. It was the middle of summer. I turned on the fan and I stood in front of it and let the breeze blow over my black, naked body. That felt good. I smiled and I wiggled in that breeze.
I was still wiggling when David came out of the bathroom. He was naked too. When I turned and looked at him, I noticed the prick first. It was long and meaty, and it certainly did not look boyish at all. I could tell that David was all man. But that prick was just as white as the rest of his body. I studied him and finally I just had to ask the question.
"How come you're all white, David Jones?" I asked.
"Because I am an albino," he said. "I don't have that much pigmentation in my body. My daddy was an albino, and I guess that I am really only half-albino. That is the reason that my hair is black. I got that from my mother. My daddy's hair was all white."
"Really?" I asked.
"Really."
I had known white man before, but I had never known an all-white man.
I suddenly wished that I could have met David's father.
But I figured that I would just settle for the half-albino son.
I sat down on the bed and spread my legs. I thought that David would come to me and start the sex stuff right away, but he didn't. He turned around and walked back into the bathroom.
And, when he came out again, he had all kinds of stuff in his hands.
I noticed the ropes first. I grinned. I thought that ropes would be fun.
"Hope you don't mind, Melody," he said almost sheepishly. "I like to tie girls up."
And I thought that I was very lucky to find a man like that.
"Oh, shit, David," I said. "I don't mind at all."
"You ever been tied up before?" he asked.
"No. Not really. I have been slapped and called names, but never-"
"I thought that you would like it," he said. "I thought when I saw you sitting there that you were my type of girl."
And I wondered if my need for abuse showed in me that much. I remembered that other men, that Randy for example, had known just by looking at me that I would sit still for all kinds of punishment. Maybe it did show, I thought, and, if it did, it would make my sex life a lot easier.
I lay back on the bed and smiled at the white man.
"Well, come and tie me up, David. Tie this nigger bitch up."
When I said that, I could see the way that David's eyes came alive with passion.
He knew that he had a winner then, a real, nigger winner.
He walked toward me with those ropes in his hands and. he moved onto the bed. I lay there and let him turn me just as he wanted me. The ropes were around my body and the white man tied them tightly. He pulled them tight over my tits and tied my hands behind my back and then tied my legs with the same ropes so that I could not close my legs, even if I had wanted too. Within a few minutes, he had me fixed up like a queen.
And then he moved off the bed and stood there and studied his work of art.
"Looks real good," he said. "I like the way the ropes look against your black flesh."
"You mean my nigger flesh, don't you?" I asked.
And the man laughed and corrected himself. "Yes, your nigger flesh."
He leaned forward and slapped one of my tits hard with his hand.
"You sexy, nigger bitch," he said.
And I gasped with delight. I could feel my pussy bubbling with juices already.
I liked the idea that he was going to fuck me like that, fuck me while I was fixed there in those ropes.
But he moved away from the bed and went back into the bathroom and I wondered if he was going to fuck me at all.
"David!" I called. "Davy! Come fuck my nigger cunt, please!"
But he did not come out of the bathroom for a long time. It seemed like an eternity to me.
Then, when he did come out of the bathroom, he was holding a needle in his hand. It was one of those medical things and there was something in it, something that he wantec to shoot into me.
I knew that immediately and I felt a lump come to my throat.
"What is that, Davy?" I muttered with fear. "What is that in that needle?"
"Something to make you feel very good," the young, white man said.
And he moved toward me again and climbec on the bed. I gasped, but I could not escape him. I could not even move that much because he had tied me up with such skill. When trembled, I hurt. It seemed that my shaking made the ropes cut into my nigger flesh even more.
And then David put the needle on my tit and jabbed it into me. He shot the stuff into my system and I felt like I was going to throw up for a moment.
And then he pulled the needle out and he moved off the bed.
"Just let it work, black bitch," he said. "Let it work and you will feel like fucking even more."
He moved back into the bedroom and I felt some kind of fog come over me. I closed my eyes because the room was whirling around. And then I felt as if I was floating or something. And there was a heat in my system, a heat that I loved. It flowed through me so sweetly and made my life seem easy and happy. I floated with that heat and I sighed.
When I opened my eyes, David was standing over me. :
When he spoke to me, he seemed to be speaking from a cloud, high in the summer sky.
"Didn't I tell you that it would make you feel good?" he asked.
"Yes," I muttered. "Yes, and it does make me feel good too."
I closed my eyes and I felt like a flower, a black flower that was opening up to the sunlight.
And then I opened my eyes when I felt the flesh against my mouth.
David was kneeling with his cock against my lips. I looked up at him and he seemed to be five hundred feet tall.
"Suck it," he said, and his voice boomed from the clouds.
I could not refuse a voice like that, not when I was tied up and floating.
I opened my mouth and David put his thing into me and I started to suck on his cock.
That cock was so white, and it seemed cold in my mouth.
But I was hot, hot with the stuff that he had shot into me and hot with the ropes that bound me.
And I thought that I would use that heat, that nigger heat, to warm up that cock and make it hard. I sucked on it with relish, working my mouth back and forth on the thing.
And David groaned to me and ran his fingers over my kinky hair.
"Yeah, nigger bitch," he said. "Suck that thing. Suck it good."
And I thought of all the other cocks that I had sucked, of my brother's cock, of the black cocks and the white cocks. But I knew that this prick would be special to me always. It was my first New York City prick, I thought, and it was the first time that I had ever sucked a cock while floating on a heated cloud.
As the thing grew stiff in my mouth, it also got very warm and I knew that I had defeated the coldness in that cock.
That made me one proud nigger girl. I sucked on it until' it was hard enough to fuck me. Then David pulled the cock out of my mouth and I looked at it. The whiteness was gone. The blood that had rushed into that thing, drawn there by my sucking cock, gave the male flesh a pale rose color that I liked. I raised my head and kissed that rose-colored cock.
And David seemed happy with the way that I had done that for him.
He reached out and he patted my head as if I were a trusty dog.
"Good bitch," he said. "Real good. You suck cock good, nigger."
And those words sent a special fire through my system to match the fire that that stuff had given me. I moaned to him as I lay there, tied on the bed.
"Fuck me, David. Fuck me, white stud. Fuck that nigger bitch cunt of mine."
At least, I think that I said that. I was floating so much that I could not really tell what I was saying and what I was just thinking. I know now that that is the way that heroin works on you. It puts you in a cloud so that you don't know anything except the heat. That heat is in you for sure and that heat is what you really listened to.
David moved around on the bed as I lay there tied. He moved between the legs that I could not close even if I had wanted to. Then he put his hands on my tits. The rough ropes were across my nigger tits and David pressed down on those ropes, making the fibers of those things cut into my flesh. I sighed and moaned and shivered with that new pain, that new heat.
And David Jones slammed his rose-colored cock into my cunt with a great force.
"Take that, you nigger scum," he said. "Take that cock into your worthless cunt."
And I shivered and moaned and tried to move as much as I could. When I bounced my pussy against his cock, I felt the ropes bite into me even more, but I did not mind about that.
I just knew that that heat had to be answered, that that heat gave me a feeling that I had to have fulfilled. I did not mind the ropes or the pain or the abuse. I just lay there and sighed and worshipped the heat.
And David worked back and forth in my' cunt with his cock and pressed those rough ropes into my tits and gave me all the pleasure that I could stand with that fucking and that pain. The heat rushed through my system and I fucked away on that cock. I started to gasp out the words.
"Give it to me. Deeper. Deeper. Harder. Fuck me, David. I love it. I love that cock."
"Nigger," he groaned, and his cock seemed to fill up my insides. I thought that I was going to explode with all that pleasure and that heat and that cock. And I did not care if I exploded or not. I just wanted to give him everything that I could give.
"Nigger," he snarled again. "Nigger bitch, I am going to get you hooked."
And I did not know what hooked meant at that time, but I thought that I would be happy to let David hook me, hook me with his cock and hook me with his heat.
We fucked until we both came, came with excitement and lust for each other.
Later, David explained it all to me. He told me that that had been heroin that he had shot into me and he told me that nothing in the world could feel as good as horse in my system.
And I had to agree with him. I knew that I had felt wonderful with that heat in me that first time. I wanted more. He gave me a shot every other day or so and then he fucked me. He always tied me up too. That New York City white man gave me everything that I could ever want from any man, and I never wanted to leave him, never wanted to be anything except his nigger bitch.
But then things changed for the worse. First, David got all depressed and said that I was beginning to bore him. I tried to do things that would keep him happy. I would crawl to him and lick his feet and beg him to tie me up.
But he did not seem to come out of his depression. He still worked with me a little bit, tied me up and gave me the shots and then fucked me. But he seemed to do it as if he were reciting some poem that he had memorized years before, some poem that did not mean anything to him any longer.
And then one day I came home to that little apartment. I had been out buying some food.
And, when I walked in, I saw him with another girl. She was tied up on the bed and he was naked and he was shooting the stuff into her. She was an Oriental girl, a pretty and tawny girl with big tits.
"Fucking gook," he muttered to her as he gave her the heat that he had once reserved for me.
And I did not have to be told that I was not needed there any longer.
I put the groceries down and I put some clothes in "a suitcase. I moved quietly, but David knew that I was there. I don't think that the girl even realized that I was in the room with her. She was floating on the hot cloud and she did not seem to know that anything was around her at all.
By the time I had packed, she was already sucking on David's cock.
I turned and left and did not look back. I had some money with me, and I went to Boston.
I figured that winter would come there more quickly than it would come to New York City.
And I remembered that all I had wanted to do at one point was see the snow.
I fucked for money in the Combat Zone in Boston and I got enough to get out of that town and I wound up at Belle's in Ayer because someone told me that it was a good place to wait for snow.
I have thought about all this stuff since then, and I think that my whole life seemed to drive me to this place, to drive me into Ranee Godwin's arms. I don't know if it was fate, but I know that something put me there in Ayer, something that was stronger than I was.
And I knew that something would put me in Africa restroom.