by Big Herc
Chapter 9
Tone, Pam, Jennifer and Brianna moved into the Bel Air mansion shortly after Tone’s visit with Milton Steiner and his wife, Ivy. They had really enjoyed their frolic with Tone in Malibu and made arrangements to see him twice a month from then on. Milton and Ivy also introduced Tone to some of their affluent friends who became regular clients of debauchery and lewd acts.
Tone had paid the rent up for a year at the Bel Air mansion and was seriously considering buying the place at the end of his lease. Things had really picked up the last couple of months and a lot of money making opportunities had come into play. The exclusive escort service he had conceived with the help of Sandra had really taken off and his porn membership site was kicking ass with the premier of his porn series called “Fresh Out.”
Tone knew he had a winner with the “Fresh Out” series because it was catchy and different. It was going to feature studs that were all ex-felons, fresh out of the penitentiary, fucking hot chicks, young and old, in various scenes and settings. He’d kept in contact with a lot of his old prison buddies and had a lineup of hardcore cock slangers ready to put it down on camera with no hang-ups.
The first scene he had scheduled to shoot was of his homeboy DDH, who had received an early release from Lompoc on a writ of habeas corpus. He was flying into LAX airport later on that night and Tone was going to document his “Fresh Out” experience filming everything, from his stepping off the plane, to him riding in the back of the Hummer getting his dick sucked by Pam.
DDH was Tone’s Nigga. They’d did time together in the Fed’s and became close friends. They had always talked about getting into the porn game when they touched down and now they were finally making it a reality.
When DDH stepped off of the Southwest Airlines flight at the terminal, he was suited and booted in the outfit Tone had sent him. With a fresh white Polo shirt, tan Polo slacks and tan snake skin Mauri’s loafer's he was poster a boy for little Havana. His hair had grown out and he was now sporting a playboy fade. At six foot one, two hundred and forty pounds on swol, DDH was an imposing site. He stood out from the crowd without even trying and made it a habit of always flashing his pearly whites. He had read somewhere that grinning gave off a friendly vibe.
Tone could see DDH looking around the crowd with his bag in hand and a confused look on his face, like “where the hell are you ,” which Tone caught all on camera. Signaling Pam to walk over to greet DDH, she approached him with one of her sexiest strolls. She was dressed in a black Prada dress that accentuated her curves.
As soon as DDH saw Pam walking up to him, he started smiling and embraced her with open arms. His hands wasted no time, squeezing the softness of her ass and his tongue conveniently found its place in her mouth. Tasting her sweet breath was like being reborn after not having any female contact in several years. Coming up for air, Pam pointed over in Tone’s direction and DDH lit up. Passing the camera off to Brianna, Tone walked up to DDH and gave him a big embrace.
“Damn my Nigga! What’s up?” DDH said, overjoyed.
“Good to see you Family, welcome home!” Tone replied, hugging his brotha from another mother.
“You weren’t lying when you said you had it cracking out here,” DDH said excitedly. He glanced over at Brianna, who was still filming and admired her in her black pumps, a white mini skirt and a knitted red Bebe top. He felt his cock jump in his boxers and knew that the jimmy was back in action.
Walking through the terminal heading towards the ride, Pam and DDH held hands like they were a couple, while Tone read through some “Fresh Out” questions and Brianna filmed. Pam and DDH naturally clicked with each other. They laughed and flirted, which was a good thing, since they would soon be having sex together like wild animals in heat.
DDH’s cock was already as hard as steel when they exited the air conditioned terminal into the warm L.A. night air. Tone had parked the H1 in the parking garage on the third level, in the back, in the cut. That gave them just enough privacy just in case they wanted to film a quick fuck scene on the spot. He knew DDH was a horny bastard like him and having been down eight years and he'd slipped him a Cialis just for kicks so he would be a mad bull. Tone knew that just getting a little head on the ride home might not cut it. DDH would want to fuck Pam doggy style right off the top in the parking lot, then relax on the way home, getting his dick sucked.
True to Tone’s intuition, by the time DDH and Pam had reached the truck, she'd slipped her hand into his pants and was openly stroking his monstrous member. When Tone opened the back door of the Hummer, DDH quickly bent Pam over the back seat and hiked up her dress over her ass. Pulling her G-string to the side, he bent down and licked the crack of her ass. It had been years since he had smelled he essence of a woman and scent of her pussy and ass was like a hit of a potent drug.
“Fuck me DDH! I want to feel your deprived beautiful cock fill my pussy!” Pam begged. She grabbed the back seat bracing herself and spread her legs, allowing DDH easy access to her dripping snatch. The thought of fucking a man who hadn’t been with a woman in eight years, both thrilled and excited her.
With his pants dropped down around his ankles, DDH pressed his engorged black member against the opening of her wet sex. Pam offered no resistance as DDH’s naked cock sheathed itself in her gaping, silky wetness.
“Yes DDH! Yesss!” Pam cried, wiggling her ass back and forth. She snuggled her pussy back into DDH’s shaft as he began to pound her.
Tone stood nonchalantly in front of the Hummer with the front passenger side door open keeping point. He made sure no one walked up on them unexpectedly disrupting the scene. Brianna had taken position behind the door to the side, recording the whole scene up close. She utilized the light mounted on the camera and the parking garage to film the best possible footage.
DDH fucked Pam deep and hard, gripping her waist as he pounded away. He was like a lion on the plains focused on the prey before him. Pam did everything she could to stifle her moans, but they erupted uncontrollably. He cries of pleasure could be heard echoing throughout the spacious parking structure.
“Tell her to try and keep it down a bit or put your panties in her mouth. She’s going to get us busted.” Tone voiced to Brianna peeking around the door.
“Tone he’s fucking the shit out of her!” Brianna interjected, rubbing her own pussy.
“That’s my nigga, but Brianna, you’re going to have to gag her.”
Brianna pulled off her soaked panties and stuffed them into Pam’s mouth. Pam came right away as she pumped herself back onto DDH’s manhood creaming his cock. She knew she was going to cum again soon and she reached her second climax just as DDH stuck his tongue in her ear. He bit her neck and made her squeal with pleasure as he thrust into her. Pam braced herself against the back seat as she raised her ass up and spread her legs. She could feel DDH’s cock contracting into her clenching hungry pussy
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming my nigga!” DDH howled, continuing to pump hot nut into Pam’s coochie.
When DDH withdrew his still erect cock out of Pam’s womb, she trembled hard against the seat. His cock continued to pulse, dripping cum onto her ass cheeks and crack. Her pussy felt wet and filled, Pam could feel his cum starting to seep out of her pussy and trickle down her thigh.
“Did you get all of if it?” Tone asked Brianna. Checking his watch he realized that they had been at it for almost forty minutes.
“Yeah, I got it!” Brianna replied, moving around to get a shot of Pam and DDH’s facial expressions.
“Good, now let’s get in the truck and get the hell out of here,” Tone barked climbing into the front seat.
Pam had stripped all the way out of her dress and was now sitting in the back of the H1 completely naked, covered in sweat, smelling like sex. DDH hadn’t bothered to pull up his pants, but instead had taken off the rest of his clothes and was now squatted down between Pam’s thighs, licking on her swollen pussy lips. The moment his tongue tou
ched her clitoris, Pam’s ass lifted off the bench seat. Her back arched and straightened while her hips undulated unable to control their grinding. DDH sucked and licked tenderly on her love button and was turned on by her moans of pleasure. Making circular movements around her clit, DDH then slivered his tongue down to Pam’s salty cum filled twat. He felt the drizzle of her pussy juice cocktail as she came with an intense orgasm.
Brianna continued to film from the front seat although she couldn’t get any close-ups, while Tone navigated the Hummer through the side streets to avoid the heavy evening freeway traffic.
“DDH, you’re going to wear the girl out, Homie. You might want to save a little for the house.” Tone said laughing.
“Let him do his thang, Daddy. He's alright. I’ll make sure he’s ready when we get home,” Pam purred.
DDH slid two fingers into her soppy pussy, fucking her slowly as he ate her out. His big lips sucked lightly and rhythmically on her clit, for several minutes before he heard her moans changing into cries, indicating the approach of another orgasm.
“Don’t stop baby! Don’t stop! Suck on this pussy! Make me cum!”
DDH’s tongue pressed hard against Pam’s engorged clit making her go over the edge. Pam’s body withered underneath him as she exploded in an orgasm that seized her naked body.
“Yess! Yess!” Pam moaned.
After her body stopped shaking, DDH came up for air. His dark face glistened with pussy juice and sweat as he grinned from ear to ear.
“I’ve waited eight years to do that,” DDH said, leaning back in the leather seat. Still horny, he stroked is throbbing hard on eyeing Pam like a piece of meat.
“Sit back and let me return the favor,” Pam purred, climbing between his legs.
“Hold on Pam, let me put another memory card in the camera. My God, you two are putting on one hell of a performance. My pussy is on fire right now.” Brianna said, switching out cards and camera batteries.
“I know how to take care of that,” Tone commented, rubbing his fingers between Brianna’s creamy thighs.
“You just focus on getting us home safe.” Brianna giggled, spreading her legs apart as to allow Tone easier access to her monkey.
Pam devoured his hard shaft with profound hunger. She worked to return the favor, giving him his own pleasurable oral experience. His cock slid down her throat, unhindered and without the slightest hint of a gag reflex. One of her hands fondled his balls while the other tweaked his nipples. When he let out a loud groan, signaling he was about to cum, she slid her lips all the way down his shaft so that she could receive his hot stream against the back of her throat. The muscles in her throat suctioned as she swallowed his seed in tiny spasms. Remembering she was being filmed she, conveniently displayed a pool of cum still on her tongue. The look in her eyes said, desire, gratification and hunger. Hunger for more cock?
“Fuck you two are hot! We’re almost home, so I’m going to wrap it up and you two can continue your sex fest at the pad.” Brianna turned the camera off and adjusted herself on the front seat. Her pussy was dripping, not only from the steamy action, but from Tone’s fingers working themselves in and out her exposed coochie.
When they arrived at the mansion, Pam and DDH were no less aroused from when they first met. They were still kissing and touching each other, but had managed to at least put their clothes back on.
“Damn homie, you got this muthafucka smelling like madussa” Tone said laughing as he got out of the H1. The back windows were completely steamed up and he had to leave the doors open so that the ride could air out. “So how did your first piece of pussy feel after eight years?”
“I’d fantasized about how it would feel after so many years, but to be honest with you, it goes beyond words. Your girl Pam here is the bomb,” he said smacking her ass. As he looked up at the mansion, DDH was thoroughly impressed. “I’m proud of you, Tone. You came out here and really made it happen like we used to talk about in the pen. This crib is off the hook! I know you have something good in there to eat. I’m starving.”
“Come on now, you know how I like to eat. I had the chef prepare grilled chicken breast, steak and lobster before we left earlier. Let’s go get our grub on, then you can have another go at it with Pam on a full stomach, unless you would like to sample Brianna or Jennifer.
“Who’s Jennifer?” DDH said excited by the idea of their being more pussy in house.
“You'll see,” Tone snickered.
As they walked up to the house, Jennifer came to the door to greet them. She wore thin white “come fuck me” shorts that displayed her camel toe, with a white bra that allowed her natural tits to bounce freely.
“What’s up you guys! Hello! You must be DDH.” Jennifer said, giving DDH a big hug, kissing him on the lips. Squeezing his cock through his pants, she felt his semi-erection jump in her hand. “Nice, I hope I can get a chance to sample some of that black cock tonight.”
“Don’t even trip. Tone is it cool if I do the scene with Jennifer?” Pam, you don’t mind do you?” DDH said, rubbing Jennifer's monkey through her shorts.
“Not at all, Jennifer and I are like sisters. We share everything. Besides, you’ve already let me sample the dick and I can always come back and get more.” Pam expressed.
“Do your thang, Playa. We are one big happy family here. She’s cool with it.” Tone smiled as he looked at his homeboy proud.
The girls went into the kitchen and prepared the plates, while Tone showed DDH around the house. He saved the garage for last purposely so that he could surprise him with his own car.
“Remember how you use to always talk about how you wanted a Lamborghini Diablo,” Tone said grinning at DDH.
“Yeah, I remember. That’s my dream car. I’m going to bust one too. As soon as I get some ends rolling in with you on this porn thing, I'm going to make it happen.”
“You already have ends rolling in, bro,” Tone said handing DDH a titanium brief case from behind a false wall in the garage. “Open it up.”
Inside the brief case were ten stacks of one hundred dollar bill bundles, amounting to a hundred g’s. DDH was almost in tears. “Damn family, you really looked out,” he said in a broken voice, hugging Tone.
“I’m not done yet bro, go look under that car cover. That’s all you.”
Pulling back the tan car cover, DDH discovered a burnt orange Lamborghini Diablo VT Roadster sitting on chrome Giovanna’s. Nineteens on the front and twenties on the back. It looked just like the one he use to dream about in the DuPont Register. DDH was like a kid on Christmas morning who’d hooked up with Santa Claus personally.
“Damn, this ride is sick! Fuck this is clean! Shit bro! Damn!” DDH could not stop swearing as he walked around the exotic Italian car admiring the fine craftsmanship. He checked out the thirty series tires, chrome exhaust, detailed undercarriage, V-12 engine and peanut butter interior. DDH practically came on himself for the third time that night.
“Start it up,” Tone said, smiling, handing DDH the keys.
When DDH turned on the ignition, it was like music to his ears. The symphony of the V-12 engine roared like a bull waiting to be unleashed. “This is one of the best days of my life, Tone.”
“It’s all good bro; it only gets better from here. Let’s go eat.”
Tone and DDH bounced into the kitchen where the food was laid out on the table, buffet style. The girls had set out chilled champagne and lit candles to create a very relaxed atmosphere. Posted above the table was a large banner in big red letters that read, “WELCOME HOME DDH.”
“Welcome home,” the girls all said, strolling into the kitchen dressed in sexy maid costumes.
DDH at this point could no longer restrain his emotions, he broke down and cried. It had been eight long years since he had been able to show any signs of emotion. In the pen, a nigga was on hard status 24/7. A sign of weakness was an open call for the wolves to swoop on you. He hugged Tone, Brianna, Pam and Jennife
r in a group hug. They all ate and drank, laughed and talked about their past exploits and future plans. DDH was excited to get involved in the exclusive escort scene with Tone and the girls. He’d always fantasized about being a true cocksman.
After dinner, Tone, Pam and Brianna prepped the master bedroom to shoot the scene with DDH and Jennifer. Tone would be directing, while Brianna worked the video camera and Pam took still shots.
When Tone yelled action, Jennifer walked into the room and sat on DDH’s lap and whispered in his ear, “welcome home.”
DDH came out of his clothes like lightening, and then took pleasure in undressing Jennifer kissing her body along the way. When she was entirely undressed, DDH took Jennifer in his arms and began caressing her from head to toe and left no part of her body untouched.
Jennifer now had an electrifying desire to be fucked by DDH and practically begged him to put it in. He had eased one hand between her cheeks, and was finger fucking her pussy, squishing her juices around. Jennifer twisted and moaned against his touch as they kissed passionately.
“Take me Baby! Make this pussy your pussy. Show me how bad you want this pussy,” Jennifer whimpered.
“You ready for this cock baby? You want me to fuck you with big black dick,” DDH breathed positioning Jennifer to be penetrated. “Roll over onto your side and let me see how pretty that pussy looks.”
Jennifer positioned herself onto her right side with her legs bent forward. DDH held her from behind allowing a perfect view of entry for the camera. He slipped one leg between hers and entered her with a power thrust that went almost up to the hilt. It was not until DDH had reached the deepest point of Jennifer’s vagina and paused there long enough to sigh with pleasure, that he began moving his rod back and forth with long, regular strokes for the camera.
Relieved of her anxiety of fucking on camera, Jennifer became wetter and more aroused with each stroke of DDH’s phallus. Through the midst of her ecstasy, Jennifer was relishing in the pleasure of being pounded by a big black cock. She wanted to enjoy this moment as long as possible.
