Chapter 4
Christopher wanted to stay with Yvonne for weeks and let her suck off his cock about once every fifteen minutes.
Yvonne Craig took his cock right down into her throat-proving to him that she was no bullshit-artist.
Yvonne wanted to prove that she could do the things she had told the ethnic-sexual researcher she could.
By the time Christopher shot his seed in Yvonne's mouth, he was convinced his interview was valid.
The information was useful, and would turn into some very revealing statistics, Christopher Adamms figured.
Ahhh, but Christopher had to go. He could not stay with Yvonne any longer. For one thing, he couldn't afford it.
He had to keep his research project in mind. He couldn't allow himself to think aboutwell-himself.
He had to think about his work. He paid Yvonne for both the straight fuck and the blow job-with a tip for her throat, the interview, and overall skill.
"You are going to come back and pick me up again?"
"Sure."
Christopher had found her hitching a ride under the Thirtieth Street elevated in Astoria. After Christopher and Yvonne left the Hotel Backstreet II, they went to his car and he dropped her off where he had found her.
He wanted to come back and see her. She was great. But he had to move on. Christopher Adamms vowed to himself that he would return and fuck Yvonne again after his research had been completed.
Somehow, he knew that it would never happen. His research would not be done for some time, and he doubted if girls like Yvonne Craig stayed in one place for very long. He knew that girls like Yvonne Craig sometimes did not live to be very old.
Christopher went home and wrote out his notes longhand before typing them out. He then showered, dressed and headed out for more research. He was feeling very horny.
As usual, he was beginning his ethnic research with the smarmier side of the sample. As always, he was going to save the least sexually active girls for last.
He drove to the east side of Brooklyn Heights, where the old Heights met Fort Greene. There he found a bar called the Flamingo Tavern. The front windows had been painted over with a crude painting of a scantily clad female. The neon sign above the blue-lit doorway said, "GIRLS'. GIRLS! GIRLS!"
Christopher Adamms could tell that he was in the right place.
He could hear music blasting out of the strip joint from the jukebox, the second he stepped out of his car in the parking lot out back.
The music called out to him: "Help me, Rhonda, help, help me, Rhonda, help me, Rhonda, help, help me, Rhonda-HELP ME RHONDA YEAH! GET HER OUT OF MY HEART!"
There was no cover at the door. But the beers, which came in eight ounce bottles, cost three-fifty apiece.
Clip joint.
Typical.
At one end of the bar was an elevated platform, a stage, where a girl in nothing but a g-string was gyrating to the music.
"I'VE GOT TO GO MAKE IT HAPPEN! TAKE THE WORLD IN A LOVE EMBRACE!"
Christopher Adamms bought a beer at the bar from the cute little blonde in leotards, tipped her a quarter, and settled in to watch the show. Good. A Negro.
Within five minutes Christopher Adamms was hopelessly in love with the ail-but naked girl on the stage.
"BORN TO BE WILD! BORN TO BE WILD! BORN TO BE WILD!"
Christopher managed to pull his eyes off the dancer long enough to check out the scene. Naturally enough, there were no female customers, only female employees.
He could see that two dancers were sitting at the bar waiting their turn on stage, while a third issued men in and out of the ladies room, which obviously served as her office.
"PUSH! PUSH! PUSH IN THE BUSH! PUSH! PUSH! IN THE BUSH!"
Christopher could feel himself getting a hard-on. This was another professional scene. Christopher Adamms did not want to bias his sample with hookers.
But he couldn't leave.
Christopher Adamms managed to make eye contact with the girl on the stage. She winked at him. He winked back.
She was tiny.
Yet her body was superb.
His balls ached.
Her skin was very black and her Afro hair-do was quite high. Still, Christopher Adamms could see that the stripper was barely five feet tall, and he correctly assumed that she had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in her entire life.
When the dancer's stint was through he was pleased as punch when she sat down beside him. She sat so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her body.
He could smell the hauntingly beautiful musk oil the dancer had applied between both of her ears. Christopher decided that he was going to explain who he was right off.
He was not going to make it with this one under false pretenses as he had with Yvonne Craig. This time Christopher Adamms was going to try a different approach.
"Buy you a drink?"
"Sure."
"What are you having."
"June will know."
"Right. Mind if we drink these in a booth?" he said.
The dancer's drink cost Christopher five bucks and looked to him like straight ginger ale. Clip joint.
"Let's go. I hope you aren't looking for any extras. I do not do extras. You want something talk to Sharon, the girl who's working the girls room."
"No extras. I want to talk." Christopher Adamms said.
"You have my undivided attention," the girl said sweetly.
Christopher Adamms started by telling the girl exactly who he was and why he was there.
"That's quite an impressive line you got there, Mister."
"No line."
To prove it Christopher had brought along his most recently published book, which was about the movies of Abbott and Costello. Researching his current project was a hell of a lot more fun, Christopher thought.
"Hey, you are on the level, huh?" the girl said. She was impressed.
Next to being a doctor, being a writer was best for picking up girls. They took a survey and proved this to be true.
"Anyway, I was hoping you and I could have a long talk somewhere, after you finish work, so that I can include you in my book," Christopher said.
"I think that is a great idea. You are just going to ask me questions?" She pouted in the cutest manner.
"I am a new wave journalist. I get involved," he said.
"Good, you look like you might be fun to get involved with."
"What's your name?"
"Annette Hickman."
"Annette? Pretty name."
"My old lady was into beach party movies," she said.
"Where would you like to go?" Christopher Adamms asked.
"How about my place. I live on Pacific," she said.
"Perfect."
"I don't get off work until four, Christopher," she said. "I'll wait."
"Don't get too drunk-if you know what I mean," she said.
"I can't-not at these prices," Christopher replied.
Annette lived in a studio apartment on Pacific Street, not far from where the cross-town thoroughfare crossed Flatbush Avenue, near the Long Island Railroad Station.
Christopher's cock was burning by the time they got there, but he was determined to administer the interview first.
It turned out that Annette Hickman was only nineteen years old, and was attending Hunter College during the day.
She slept when she could, usually taking two three hour naps each twenty-four hours, instead of ever getting a full night's rest.
She had been hired at the Flamingo because of her fine body and her dancing skills, in spite of the fact that she refused to prostitute herself in the back room like the other dancers. This had been a difficult decision for Annette Hickman to make, because the girls who worked extra earned up to two-hundred dollars more a week, and she could have used the money.
But, as it turned out, Annette had morals. She had only "gone all the way" with four guys in her whole life, and she got by during her casual dating periods by giving the "best blow job this side of the East River."
When the interview was over, Christopher put his pencil and his notebook away.
"Now I want to do more personal research," he said.
"Would you like one of my famous blow jobs and massages."
"Sure."
"Let's get naked."
"Right. I don't want to touch you any place where I shouldn't."
"You can touch me any place you like. Just keep your cock out of my cunt," Annette Hickman said with a smile.
"Gee, I hope I can remember all of the rules," Christopher said.
They took off their clothes and Annette Hickman spread a plastic sheet across her bed before allowing Christopher to get on it.
She told him to stretch out on the sheet, which he did without a peep of protest. Annette Hickman then poured baby oil all over his back and his legs. The pretty little black girl used skilled fingers to massage the oil into his muscles. She caressed his buttocks, and then reached in between to lightly stroke the base of his balls. His nuts were on fire.
She ordered him to roll over and massaged his front side, touching everything except for his cock and balls.
She then climbed onto the bed beside him and began to kiss and lick and bite at the side of his neck.
The ebony-skinned stripper used her pearly white and perfectly straight teeth to bite lightly at the side of his neck, up and down his jugular vein. She parted her lips and stuck out her tongue as far as she could get it.
The diminutive bar girl flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across his dangling ear-lobe. He could feel her using the point tip of her tongue to explore the inner shell of his ear.
The small yet buxom dancer then pushed a stiffened tongue right up into his inner ear canal. He shivered violently and he could feel his entire body being covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh.
He shivered so hard that he looked and felt as if he were trying to get right out of his skin. The small yet buxom dancer giggled girlishly at his reaction. The shapely and passionate black girl pushed her tongue tip up inside his ear as tightly as she could get it, pushing until she could taste the bitter flavor of ear wax.
The curvaceous and large-breasted stripper then showered Christopher Adamms' face with tiny peck kisses, making loud smacking noises as she released each smooch.
She kissed his chest, then his belly. She planted one long kiss on his mouth and then crawled in between his legs.
Annette could see that Christopher's cock was fully erect. It had flopped onto his belly so that the tip was pointing at his handsome face. Annette Hickman could see that his cock was bouncing up and down on his stomach, and she couldn't help but think as she looked at his tool of masculinity that it looked like it was doing a modern dance at that deliciously sexy moment. She got on her belly in between his legs. He raised his knees in the air and rolled back onto his as cheeks so that she would more easily be able to get at his dangling scrotal sack with her lips and her fingers.
The pretty little black girl kissed and licked and bit up and down the insides of Christopher's thighs, the way from his bent knees to the sides of his scrotum. Annette allowed her lips to come within a fraction of an inch of his balls without actually touching them. Christopher Adamms could feel a little hot moist breath on his aching nuts but that was about it.
The Negro exotic dancer then parted her lips and once again stuck out her tongue as far as she could get it. She stuck out her tongue so far that she could feel an uncomfortable tugging at the roots of her taster. She concentrated her attention exclusively for a moment or two on making her tongue tip as pointy as possible at the tip.
The ebony-skinned stripper then placed the tip of her tongue directly on the underside of Christopher's scrotal sack. She began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly. The little black girl licked tentatively at first. She could hear Christopher Adamms starting to moan with his absolute sexual delight.
The diminutive bar girl's laving became more eager and more enthusiastic as she proceeded. She began to lap at his balls with the flat part of her tongue. She lifted and lowered his balls with the coated part of her tongue. Annette Hickman did not stop licking at Christopher Adamms' balls until the entire scrotal sack was wet and shiny with the spittle that spilled from her steamy Negro mouth.
"Suck," he said.
"Your cock?"
"My balls."
"Oooh, I am good at that."
"You know to suck softly."
"Of course."
"You could hurt me if you suck too hard, you know."
"Don't insult me."
"I know you are an expert-but they ARE my balls."
"I will treat them gingerly always, Christopher," she said. "Good."
Annette concentrated on making her mouth cottony soft. She concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nostrils, which flared accordingly. She curled her lips over her teeth so she would not risk inadvertently biting his balls as she sucked them.
Annette Hickman knew that one bite to Christopher's nuts and the WHOLE MOOD could be ruined.
The Negro exotic dancer then wrapped her lips around Christopher Adamms' left nut and she began to suck. She did not suck anywhere near as hard as she could have. She created a subtle vacuum inside her oral cavity. She hollowed her cheeks only slightly.
She sucked just right as far as Christopher was concerned.
The Negro exotic dancer kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times so that she was licking and sucking at Christopher's swollen nut at the same time.
The tall and handsome writer began to toss his head from side to side. She sucked and licked for a long time before she pulled her mouth away and repeated the process with the other nut.
After sucking at the second swollen testicle for a long time, Christopher could feel his jism starting to boil.
"You can't believe how good that feels," Christopher said.
Annette giggled.
"I told you that I was good at this," Annette said.
"I believe you. I believe you. I believe you," he said.
"And you know what."
"What?"
"The best is yet to come!" Annette said.
She puckered her lips and blew cool air onto Christopher Adamms' wet and swollen nuts. He shivered with delight once again. He ground his back teeth together. Christopher was shifting the weight of his lower torso from one ass cheek to the other and then back again.
"You sure do have a big cock!" Annette Hickman exclaimed.
"Yes, it's probably just as well I don't fuck you."
"I was thinking of letting you fuck me, actually."
"But you are so little."
"My pussy is normal."
"I have been known to hurt women."
"My pussy stretches. I have always found it a hell of a lot more elastic than I gave it credit for. Those women you hurt were tense-they were scared."
"You're not scared."
"No way. I think you are swell, Christopher," Annette Hickman said.
The pretty little black girl turned her left palm upward toward the ceiling of her studio apartment.
She pushed her fingertips under his swollen scrotal sack. She wiggled her fingers and juggled his balls in this fashion. She fondled those twin glands of manhood lovingly.
The ebony-skinned stripper bobbed Christopher Adamms' balls up and down on the fleshy part of her fingertips, as if she were trying to determine the weight of his balls.
They were heavy.
Very heavy.
The ebony-skinned stripper could see that Christopher Adamms' scrotal sack was so big that she probably would not be able to hold the entire thing at once in the palm of a single hand, no matter how tightly she stretched her palm, no matter how far apart she parted her dainty black fingers.
The diminutive bar girl tried her best to clutch the entire sack, but there was no way. Her hand was too little, and Christopher Adamms' balls were too big. Some of that scrotal sack drooped over the sides of her hand no matter how far she stretched her hand.
The small yet buxom dancer held what she could, however.
She clutched as much of the scrotum as was possible, and she began to squeeze the sack gingerly and rhythmically-squeezing once for every beat of Christopher Adamms' racing heart. In this manner Annette simulated the natural throbbing Christopher was experiencing at that deliciously sexy moment in his balls.
Then the little girl pushed her right fingertipswith her palm turned upward-in between Christopher Adamms' furry belly and the top of his flopping cock shaft. She curled her fingers at the knuckles and formed a cradle for his cock. She lifted the head of his dick away from his belly, not stopping until his glans was pointed straight upward, at twelve o'clock high, at the ceiling of her studio apartment.
The small yet buxom dancer then made a fist around the shaft of his cock, and she found that the pecker was so thick that her fingers did not make it all the way around-at least not without the help of her long red fingernails.
She could feel the tips of her fingernails pressing into the heel of her palm. She squeezed at his cock and his balls in sync with one another, and both in sync with his natural throbbing.
The shapely and passionate black girl then held the tip of Christopher Adamms' cock upright with just the fleshy part of her right fingertips, so that she could get at the shaft of his pecker all the way up and down its entire length with her bold and curious tongue.
The shapely and passionate black girl found herself looking at the underside of Christopher's cock shaft, and the dilated blue veins that were protruding from it. The curvaceous and large-breasted stripper could see that there was one vein that was a good deal longer and thicker than any of the others. It was the main vein, the vein whose job it was predominantly to get the blood up into the head of his pecker.
She determined right then and there that she was going to allow that longest and thickest vein to determine her tongue tip's route from the base of the top of Christopher Adamms' pecker stalk. She once again parted her lips and allowed her tongue to protrude as far as it would go while keeping it as pointy as possible at the tip. She placed the tip of her curious tongue on the base of his cock at the underside, where his cock and balls came together.
Although Annette dud not know it, she was touching Christopher Adamms precisely where he was feeling he constantly mounting tickle of sexual anxiety.
Annette Hickman began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly. She lifted her chin and licked her way up that stalk, toward the head. She did this patiently. She licked upward only a millimeter or two at a time.
She squeezed Christopher Adamms' balls a little more snugly than before but still nowhere near hard enough to risk hurting him. She licked steadily upward until she got to the fleshy patch at the top of his cock shaft, just below the lower rim of his bulbous purple cock head.
Christopher's entire body jerked when she licked him there. Annette knew that this was a magic spot, where the nerve-endings were clustered densely. The spot, which was just below the split in the underside of his cock head, the groove that made that glans look to Annette
Hickman like a ripe plum, was super-erogenous. Indeed, it was one of the most sensitive places on the man's entire body.
Annette Hickman, sensing his acute pleasure, allowed her tongue to linger at that magic spot. She then licked upward further, right up onto Christopher's cock head. She allowed her tongue to follow the groove on the underside of his plum-like cock head until she got to the little swollen lips on either side of the handsome man's piss hole. He was moaning and groaning with each of his rapid exhales by this time. His exclamations of pleasure were getting steadily louder and higher in pitch. The little girl flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the man's piss hole. Christopher Adamms began to bounce up and down on the bed on the cheeks of his ass. He bounced up and down so hard that he made Annette Hickman's bedsprings squeak.
The pretty little black girl rolled the sides of her tongue over the stretched skin covering the head of Christopher Adamms' cock, and she was pleased to find that this skin felt every bit as smooth on her tingling and sexually aroused taste buds as it had looked like it would. She continued to lick at him until his entire cock head was covered with her spittle. The black girl then licked up and down the entire length of his cock shaft with the flat part of her tongue, lapping at his meat pole as if she were still a child working over an all-day sucker.
The Negro exotic dancer then propped herself up on her elbows so that she was looking straight down at the tip of his dick. The little girl could see the little hole at the tip of Christopher Adamms' cock winking at her.
She knew that she was going to have to open her mouth as far as she could possibly get it to get his cock head in her mouth. The ebony-skinned stripper knew that there was a chance that she was going to have to open her mouth further than she had ever opened it before-with the possible exception of once when she was in the dentist's chair having a cavity in a rear molar drilled and filled.
The diminutive bar girl then relaxed the muscles at the sides of her jaw. This was not difficult for her to do. The small yet buxom dancer then worked her lower jaw from side to side a little bit to get the kinks out of the hinges. The small yet buxom dancer once again concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nostrils. The shapely and passionate black girl knew that it wouldn't be long before this would be a necessity. After all, her mouth was going to be full.
Full of cock meat.
She dropped her jaw.
Her nostrils flared.
The little girl could feel her jaw dropping so low that it threatened to lock painfully in the open position.
The black girl could feel the skin at the corners of her mouth starting to stretch taut. She again concentrated on keeping her lips curled over her teeth. She did not want to bite Christopher's cock any more than she had wanted to bite his balls earlier.
Her jaw ached, but she tried not to think about it. She pushed her personal discomfort into the back of her head so that she could concentrate her attention exclusively on the pleasure she was giving. She pushed her mouth over the head of his cock and she began to suck.