by Big Herc
Tone said, squeezing his cock through his loose cotton shorts.
“None taken.” Enjoy your anonymity while you can Son. It won’t be long before you have every paparazzi in this town stalking you down like some crazed lunatic. Trying to get shot of you private life,” Barry advised.
“It sure beats having the feds or the police trying to sweat a brotha,” Tone said jokingly.
“Just be prepared. Take care.”
Hanging up the cell phone, Tone smiled to himself and thought about all the hard work he’d put in to get to where he was at. It felt good to finally be reaping the rewards of his efforts. What was the use in dreaming if you didn’t pursue those dreams?
Lying next to Tone, Maria was stretched out on an oversized Armani beach towel listening to Lady Gaga on her iPod. She had her sunglasses on and had a feeling of pure abandonment. She fantasied about having Tone's big cock inside her. She hadn't yet seen it, but knew it was fat by the look of the huge bulge in his shorts.
Drifting into a dream state, her breasts swelled and her legs tensed fantasizing about his manly touch. Rolling over on to her side, she tried to conceal her cravings from Tone’s wondering eyes, tossing the towel over her waist. Gradually she eased her hand into the waistband of her bikini bottoms and started rubbing her clit.
Maria’s brain began experimenting with images of Tone’s engorged cock, creating a wave of lust inside her. It started at her knees and rose along her thighs, resonating on the surface of her pussy lips. Visions of Tone’s lips pressed against her skin and his penis impatiently rubbing against her made her quiver. Picturing him pushing his way between her knees, forcing her legs apart, entering her cunt thrilled her.
Scene after scene, danced around in Maria’s mind of Tone plunging into the depths of her body, thrusting into her pleasure box. The idea of him sating her flesh and endlessly emptying his semen into her womb thrilled her. With her middle finger she began massaging the bud of her flesh, working herself towards an orgasm.
Unaware that Tone had been watching, his hand came down on hers, causing Maria’s breathing to stop. The muscles and the nerves in her belly tighten and it felt like she had peed on herself. Her thoughts had been momentarily suspended clearing a void she desperately needed to fulfill.
“Hello, Beautiful,” Tone whispered in her ear, rubbing her hand. “I’d been admiring you playing with yourself now for the past ten minutes and thought that I could be of some assistance in helping you cum.”
Peering through her dark lenses, Maria looked up to see Tone’s dark chocolate physique poised over her. She tried to remember if he had looked this handsome when they'd first met at Roscoe’s in Hollywood. Few words needed to be spoken since they were communicating on a sexual plane. She simply nodded her head and spread her legs to show her consent.
Lying down beside her, Tone adjusted the beach towel so that they were now both covered up and proceeded to caress
Maria’s smooth belly. Gradually he worked his way down to her pubes, stroking her soft peach fuzz. His fingers ran along the folds of her mound and across the top of her hair, forcing her legs to spread wider. Gripping her swollen sex, Tone’s fingers dipped lightly between the softness of her lips and passed over her erect clitoris. As his fingers moved back and forth between her legs, he sank them deeper between her moist pillows. She bit her lip to stifle the sob that was rising in her throat. Maria was panting with desire as Tone brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
Then his hand stopped moving and cupped the whole of her kitty cat which had inflamed her. This caused her to breathe in sharply. With his other hand, Tone grabbed Maria’s free hand and drew it inside his shorts. He helped her grasp his rigid penis and guided her movements, regulating her speed until she could manipulate it on her own.
Nobody seemed to notice or be paying any attention, so Maria leaned in closer and wiggled her ass into Tone’s groin. This allowed him easier access to her dripping snatch and better movement with her hand. Tone had succeeded in restraining himself for a long time, but could feel the sperm swelling up in his nut sack. Teasing his piss hole at the tip, Maria would play with his pre-cum, then slide down the swollen veins of his arched penis. She would tease it lightly with her manicured nails and massage his balls at the bottom, before rising again with a lustful twist. Tone’s cock had grown so much that the journey her hand made seemed endless. She would squeeze him tightly in her small fist, strangling his swelled flesh, and then replace her grip on it with merciless movements.
Quickening his own pace in Maria’s sex, Tone now had three fingers sliding in and out of her snug cunt and was rubbing her clit. He was coaxing an orgasm out of her quivering body. Tone and Maria were oblivious to the sunbathers around them that had taken up positions to get a closer view of their public sex show.
Maria was close to cumming and could feel her body stiffening up. When she came, she threw her head back and let out a low moan from the intensity. She tried to catch her breath as the waves of pleasure faded, but new it was obvious she had made a scene.
“So you like the way I play with that pussy,” Tone whispered as he withdrew his fingers placing them in his mouth. “Damn you taste just like some sweet candy.”
“Oh my god, that was so hot.” Maria was still recovering but had not stopped stroking Tone's cock. “I want you to cum for me baby. Give it to me. Squirt all over my hand,” she begged.
“Fuck baby, here it comes,” Tone growled.
When Tone’s engorged swipe finally shot its semen in long white, creamy spurts, Maria received it with great pride on her arms, her thighs and bare belly.
“Damn girl, you milked a load out of a Nigga’s sack! Your hands are like magic,” Tone said, rubbing his nut into her skin like lotion.
“So are yours, Baby.” I hope this means that you’ll cast me in one of your movies,” Maria replied, kissing Tone hard on the lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth.
“For sure, you got that coming. I was already planning on casting you and your friend Kimberly in my “Fresh Out” series anyways. I wanted to taste your sweet pussy from the first day I met you.” Tone looked directly into Maria's eyes when he spoke and he knew he had her full attention.
“I want to feel you inside me, Tone,” Maria whined, turning her body around completely so that her breasts pressed up against his chest. “Let’s go back to your place and fuck.” The small crowd that had formed around them was now snapping pictures with their cell phones and drawing the attention of the life guards in the tower.
“I'm definitely down to fuck, but we should probably get our clothes together before the beach patrol rolls up on us. Looks like we've attracted quiet a crowd.” Tone struggled to pull his shorts up, fumbling with his leaking dick, while Maria tried to adjust her bikini top and bottoms as quickly as possible.
“We don’t have to drive all the way back to L.A. to make that happen, we can just go get a room around here somewhere. I kind of like it out here, feels like we're on vacation.” Tone said, packing up their things.
“I like it out here too; it does feel like we're on vacation. Did you bring any business cards with you,” Maria added digging into the Gucci bag they had brought. “We done already gave these people a free show and you know it's every white woman's fantasy to be fucked by a black guy.” She grabbed a stack of cards out of the inside pocket and went and passed some out to the admiring couples.
“And it’s every white man’s fantasy to watch,” Tone retorted laughing. Maria was on her game and he liked that. She was already peeping game.
“You know Maria, you’re right. I’ve entertained plenty white couples and fucked enough pink toe to know that the interracial thing is hot.” Tone commented, after Maria passed out roughly twenty business cards.
As Tone and Maria walked towards the parking lot across the warm sand, they got nods of approval from fellow beach goers. Tanned surfer-type white guys and hot snow bunnies gave them props on how good they looked together. They hadn�
�t quite reached the H1, when Tone’s IPhone started ringing like crazy. It was the couple that had saw them on the beach that Maria gave a card to. They were interested in getting together later on that night. Clicking off the phone, a shit eating grin formed across Tone’s face,
once again it was on.
Chapter 12
While Tone did his thing with Maria in Orange County, slanging that dick, DDH pursued his own lascivious rendezvous back in the city. He mobbed through L.A. traffic in the burnt orange Diablo feeling like he owned the town. Earlier that day Samantha Terry, the famous black ex-supermodel, turned T.V. personality, had called him requesting his services at her Palace Verdes mansion. They’d met about a month ago at the Cheesecake Factory in Marina Del Rey and had hit it off. He’d been out enjoying an evening of dining with Tone, Brianna, Pam and Jennifer and she had been chillin’ with some girlfriends having drinks.
Throughout the evening, Samantha had been playing the sexual safari game with DDH, trying to get his attention without being too forward. She had flashed him a smile, and then played with her hair every time he looked her way. When she finally made a move for the bathroom, DDH took it as his cue to move in.
“How you doing beautiful?” I would love to hang out with you some time. Give me a call when you have some free time,” DDH said in his smoothest voice handing her a card at the same time.
“I will definitely do that,” she responded smilingly looking down at the card. “Nice picture.”
“Thank you.” DDH kept it pushing to the bathroom and let her marinate on the card.
Samantha and DDH had talked on the phone a few times since then, but had not been able to get their schedules to coincide to meet up. Although they had not yet seen each other, she had already sent him gifts through the mail. DDH had always been known for his mouthpiece and had gotten Samantha to pay a few bills and purchased him a Rolex watch. To her money was not an issue, it was his time she wanted the most. She had enough “yes men” in her life and people hanging from her clit along for the ride. With him, she could be herself and not worry about what he thought of her afterwards.
Over the years in the pen DDH had watched Samantha on T.V. gradually making the transition from runway super model to celebrity talk show host. And he always wondered if she was truly getting dicked down properly. Judging from her body language, he figured she probably was in a serious drought. What she really needed was a hog like him to give her a good hood dicking and blowout them Hollywood checks. He’d always known that, deep down inside, behind all that superficial bullshit, a cold freak lay dormant, waiting to be unleashed. But in her line of work, finding a real man, let alone one that would not kiss and tell to the tabloids was slim to none. Her private life was way too public.
As far as Samantha’s celebrity status was concerned, DDH didn’t give a fuck about that. He was a self made celebrity himself and a bona fide hood nigga. An O.G. turned playa for real and he would bang her ass out like any other slut he’d met from the street. And he meant slut in a good way, because all he fucked with is sluts.
In public they could be as square they wanted, but behind closed doors it was all about the freaking. Just thinking about her fine caramel complexioned ass, with them juicy natural titties and forty-two inch ass, made his dick hard.
Traffic on the 405 freeway had been amazingly light for a week night and before he knew it, it was time to exit on Hawthorne Boulevard and head west towards the beach. Old school Al Green piped through the Bose audio system which made him reminisce about how he used to bust corners in the hood in his ‘67 mustang.
Damn a nigga came along way he thought to himself.
Accessing the Lambo’s voice activated phone system; he dialed up Tone and gave him a heads up for the evening. They called each other at least once a day out of habit, just to stay on point.
“What’s up, Pimpin’?” Tone hollered into the receiver, trying to assert his voice over the bass pounding in the background.
“Just doing it like real playas do it, pimpin.” I’m on my way to Samantha’s crib. I’m about to lay that ass down,” DDH replied, serving the V-12 past the gawkers heading home in the afternoon commute.
“Is that riiiiight! Make sure you bust an extra nut in that caramel ass for me. It wouldn’t be right if you didn’t tax that sweet booty hole,” Tone laughed.
“You know I’m going to talk her into letting me hit that asshole. That's being charged to the game.” DDH downshifted into third and shot past a yellow light.
“You’re a fool wit’ it. Hollar back at me when you wrap that up.”
“You got that. Stay up!”
“You too. Much love.”
DDH was about ten minutes from Samantha’s spot, so he called ahead to let her know he was almost there.
“What’s up, Miss Beautiful!” DDH said, picturing her big green eyes and pretty smile.
“Hello, handsome. You might not be saying that after you see me without all of my makeup or wig on,” Samantha said coyly, playing with her natural shoulder length hair.
“I hope that you don’t think that the makeup a wig define your beauty. I’ve seen pictures of you in People Magazine without your makeup on and you were fine as hell.” At five foot eleven inches tall, Samantha was an exotic woman with or without Hollywood glamour.
“Those damn paparazzi, I hope that you’re not just saying that so that you can stay the night, because it just might work.”
“Baby, you’re going to want me to stay the night anyways after I put this dick on you. We're going to have a marathon session.” DDH had been talking dirty to her on the phone ever since they met and sending her dirty pictures through her e-mail. They had practically fucked without actually fucking. “I’m going to have you making fuck faces that you’ve never made before.”
“DDH, I hope that you can back up all this big talk coming out of your mouth, because my pussy is hot and I’m horny and I’m tired of dealing with minute men. They’re done the minute they enter.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. I ain’t ever been a minute man. You can ask my old girlfriend from junior high school. I’ve been a coochie assassin ever since I was able to bust a nut.”
“You’re a mess. Where are you?”
“I’m right down the street.”
“Let yourself in when you get here. The front door will be unlocked.”
Arriving at Samantha’s Palace Verdes spread, DDH encountered a Tuscany style layout overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
It was decorated with manicured shrubs and colorful flowers. Upon entering the house DDH walked into the living room to find Samantha dressed in a pink silk robe, standing next to a black marble sculpture of a man and woman locked in a lover’s embrace.
“Kind of looks like us,” DDH said, pointing to the sculpture, breaking the ice.
“Come here,” Samantha motioned with her hand.
Confronting Samantha face to face, DDH put his arm around her waist and kissed her softly on her full lips. His hand slithered down her hips and cupped her round ass squeezing gently.
Samantha could feel her pussy immediately getting wet as his tongue probed her fresh mouth. She caught his hand and covered her face with it. She held it still for a moment, feeling the pressure of his finger tips and gave his palm a long moist kiss. Then she took each finger and sucked them one by one. Samantha was experiencing a level of arousal she hadn't experienced in years. As she squeezed his body against her scantily clad flesh, she inhaled his manly scent, mixed with exotic cologne. She wanted his cock desperately inside her hungry pussy.
Reaching down to rub the front of his pants, Samantha blurted out, “Damn DDH, it’s so thick, I can barely put my hand around it!”
He immediately undid his belt buckle and he told her, “Put your hand inside and grab it.”
Samantha plunged her hand inside his pants and squeezed his huge, hot, throbbing limb. Pulling his pants down to his ankles, she stared at his dick in amazement.
/> “You’ve got a beautiful black cock,” she cooed. The thick veins coursed through his rigid shaft. The big bell shaped head, stretched tight, shining like a plum. The sight of this wonder caused the cream that was already leaking out of her coochie to run down her thighs.
DDH’s lust for Samantha had been rising furiously during this time and he wanted to tax her pussy for all it was worth. He came out of the rest of his clothes, and then knelt down in front of Samantha removing her robe. The sight of her shaved pussy was too much to resist. DDH wanted to taste. She smelled like exotic fruit and her juices tasted sweet and sugary. Samantha’s fleshy vulva was much like that of a giant apricot. DDH had never sucked on a swollen extremity such as hers that filled his mouth.
“Oh my god, Yessss! Suck my pussy!” Samantha screamed, grabbing the back of DDH’s head. She crushed his face against her mound.
DDH placed one leg over his shoulder to keep Samantha from falling over, and then flicked his tongue diligently, tracing circles around her clitoris. He then licked broadly like a puppy over her swollen opening. Rapture swept through her body and she cried in a cunt gushing orgasm.
“Fuck me DDH! I need your cock in my pussy! Give it to me now baby! Pound my pussy!” Samantha whimpered.
Letting go of her leg, DDH stood up and rubbed his erect black meat against her body while Samantha placed the head at the entrance of her twat. Their mouths kissed and their tongues met. Her eyes looked into his eyes and burned with hot desire.
Overwhelmed by their desperation to fuck, DDH pushed Samantha roughly against the wall and grabbed underneath her left thigh. Balancing on one foot, he held her up and thrust his long member into her slick slit. With each strong effort, DDH almost lifted her off the floor. Samantha held on tight around his neck, whimpering in ecstasy.
“Oh my god, Baby, don’t stop fucking me!” Samantha moaned, as a second orgasm tore through her flesh.
“Put your other leg up on my shoulder and wrap your arms around my neck,” DDH told Samantha, now completely supporting her full bodyweight. He was bouncing her up and down on his brutal shaft like a rag doll. For the next thirty minutes, Samantha hung on for dear life, cumming over and over again, each orgasm more intense than the one before. After the sixth orgasm, DDH lost count.
