Bedroom Gangster

by Big Herc

  “What are you trying to do to me, girl?”

  “I’m just letting you know what you’ll be missing over the next few weeks.” Brianna expressed, hugging Tone tightly around his neck as she got ready to board her flight with tears in her eyes.

  “Believe me, I know, Boo.” Tone walked Brianna to the security checkpoint then bounced out. Checking his watch, Tone made a mental note on how he was going to dazzle Sandra over the next couple of days. He planned on giving her her own goddess treatment, but first he had to get with thick ass Kimberly, the cute sista from Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles. She had been on his nuts to hook up and she needed to get broke off. Damn it felt good to be a bedroom gangsta he thought to himself as he strolled through the bustling airport, looking healthy, dark and chocolate.

  Chapter 20

  Dipping through side streets on the way home from the LAX in the Lambo, Tone made it back to the Bel Air estate in record time. He had a few hours to get ready for his date with Kimberly and needed to shower and pick out something to wear. She wanted to go out to dinner, so he’d planned on taking her to Houston’s and back to his place afterwards.

  Empty and quiet, the estate had an air of peace and tranquility within its confinements. This was one of the first times Tone had actually been all alone in the mansion since they all moved in over a year ago. Looking around the surrounding, a sudden outburst of laughter escaped his lips stirring an overwhelming sense of satisfaction within him. The vision he’d been painting in his mind for all those years had finally become a reality. He was living a movie star’s life and enjoying every minute of it. The hood was a distant glimmer, although he still kept in touch with a few cats in Sac that were trying to make it happen. Staying focused on the prosperous opportunities that presented themselves at that moment were his main focus.

  Naturally, the women he met that played an important role in his life, all wanted the same thing he wanted. To be loved, provided for and taken care of emotionally. Tone treated every woman like she was the most beautiful creature on the earth. Literally like goddesses. At the same time he was open and honest with them. He was their god. For a woman, sex could only truly be deep, life altering, and transcendent if she knew she was being fucked by a god and she loved her man like a god.

  Tone had found acceptance within himself and who he was. He had mastered his destiny and learned how to control his path. He didn’t try to justify his actions to satisfy the opinions of other’s creating a false sense of reality. Tone believed in himself and had established inner peace and happiness which allowed him to excel in everything he did. This included the sex game with no hang-ups. He enjoyed life without fear, guilt or judgment and never let himself or the women in his life be diminished by someone else’s opinions. By sharing intense sexual energy with these women, Tone had tapped into the power of the spirit, the power of true love which could not be expressed by words alone.

  Checking himself out in the full length mirror naked, Tone recognized that he was the perfect specimen to fulfill the emotional and sexual needs of the women around him. The absence of a good man plagued so many women around the world. At six foot, two hundred and forty pounds of dark chocolate he oozed the essence women desired. His arms were twenty inches on the hang, complimented by a thirty six inch waist and a good head on his shoulders. He splashed on some Chrome cologne, slipped into his Cerruti suit with his Cesare Paciotti shoes. He looked and felt like a billion dollars.

  Kimberly stayed two blocks down from Crunch gym in Hollywood, in a nice two bedroom apartment. She lived with her roommate, Faith, a petite Asian girl from Louisiana that aspired to be an actress. Since he was in the Lambo and didn’t want to take any chances on parking the car on the street. Tone texted Kimberly and had her meet him out front while he chilled in the ride bumping Jeezy. The night sky was crystal clear and the music sounded crisp piping through the JL Audio speakers.

  Roughly ten minutes passed before Kimberly came strolling out of her apartment complex lobby. She looked very sexy in a white Channel halter dress that displayed her toned shoulders and accentuated her thirty-six double D breasts. Her curly brown hair cascaded down her back and she had small diamond studs in her ears. The strapped white high heels that she wore went well with her outfit and the small gold chain draped around one ankle was a nice touch. In tow next to her was Faith, grinning cheek to cheek in her work out gear. She had on a pink sports bra which showed off her thirty-four C tits and firm abs, along with some spandex shorts that displayed a gaping camel toe. At five -six, one hundred and fifteen pounds, she was definitely a stunner.

  “Damn Wardy, this ride is hell of clean. Ya heard me!” Faith commented in a country, ghetto accent. “This is a Lambo huh? Can I go for a ride?”

  “Yeah it's a Lambo. I like your accent girl; we can go for a ride on another night. You look very hot Kim,” Tone said as he stepped out of the car to open the door for her.

  “Thank you handsome. You look very dapper yourself. Don't mind my roommate; she's always acts like this. This is my crazy roommate Faith I was telling you about,” Kimberly said with a big smile on her face getting into the low car.

  “Glad to finally meet you. Talking to you on the phone, you don’t look nothing like you sound.” Tone gave Faith a nice hug and felt soft breasts press against his chest.

  “I get that a lot, Wardy. I grew up in Baton Rouge, Louisiana around nothing but blacks. You don’t sound anything like you look either. I was expecting a square ass looking brotha, not some buffed out chocolate Denzel.” Faith gave Tone a once over.

  “I get that a lot too. I’ve been told that my voice doesn’t fit me either, but I just roll with it.” Tone walked around the car and started the V12 engine. “We’ll set aside some time one of these days and I’ll take you for a spin.” The car roared down the block leaving an exhaust note that trumpeted the night air.

  Dinner at Houston’s was elegant and pleasant. They talked about everything from the meaning of life, to sexual fantasies and fetishes. As the wine flowed, Kimberly loosened up and became more uninhibited. She had managed to work a hand into Tone’s slacks through his zipper and was playing with the head of his dick. When her fingers were all nice and sticky with pre-cum, she brought them to her mouth and sucked each one off, one by one.

  “Taste good, don’t it,” Tone commented adjusting his seating position as not to look to obvious.

  “Ummm, ummm,” Kimberly moaned her other hand still stroking Tone’s dick under the table.

  “Take your panties off,” Tone whispered into Kimberly’s ear, pinching her nipples through the material of the expensive dress.

  Kimberly was about to get up from the table when Tone grabbed her hand.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I was going to go take my panties off for you,” Kimberly grinned, buzzed.

  “I want you to take them of here, at the table,” Tone smiled.

  “What if someone sees me,” Kimberly responded, looking around the room as though she was nervous.

  “Well then I guess you better not make too much of a scene,” Tone smirked.

  Kimberly’s nipples were now noticeable harder than they’d previously been and the fear of getting caught had acted as an aphrodisiac. It turned her on so much that she’d soaked her panties. Wiggling her ass back and forth in the chair, she finally managed to get her panties off and passed them to Tone under the table. Tone took the panties and placed them over his nose, inhaling her exotic aroma, before stuffing them into his inside coat pocket. With her pussy bare and unrestrained, he reached back under the table and made her cum a shivering, teasing, little orgasm on his finger. Then he made her lick it off. Kimberly’s pussy was oozing kitty sauce and her crotch was soaking wet. It made her thighs stick together when they touched.

  Her hand had been pumping Tone’s cock under the table all the while and he could feel himself getting ready to bust any minute. Grabbing her empty wine glass, Kimberly brought it und
er the table and placed it over Tone’s cock.

  “Cum for me, Daddy. Give me something thick and white to mix with my wine. I want to taste your cocktail,” she whimpered.

  “Oh shit,” Tone breathed unable to hold back any longer. The combination of Kimberly’s hand and her sex talk had sent him over the edge. He came hard, bucking in his chair as he shot several jolts of sperm into her wine glass. The wine glass was almost a quarter full of jism when she placed it back on the table. Grabbing the half empty wine bottle, she poured the fluid into the glass, mixing it with Tone’s nut until it was half full. The cum floated around in the wine, dancing around like clouds in the liquid. Kimberly gulped down the concoction, looking Tone right in his eyes. She made sensual noises as it disappeared down her throat.

  “Are you ready for desert now?” he said, using her panties from his coat to wipe off the excess nut from his dick.

  “Yesss,” Kimberly hissed swallowing the last of her cocktail. “Let’s go back to my place,” Kimberly slurred, squeezing Tone’s dick, walking him towards the exit. They couldn’t get out of the restaurant fast enough. Their hands were all over each other, rubbing and touching. Waiting for the valet to pull the Lambo around, Kimberly had worked her hand inside Tone’s pants again for the second time that night and was openly jacking his dick off while he stood pressed up against the small of her back.

  “You’re going to make me cum again if you keep doing that,” Tone gasped in Kimberly’s ears, trying to play it off. He had his leather Fendi coat wrapped around the both of them, but it did not hide what was going on.

  “I know, I want you to cum,” she snarled continuing to pump his thick, throbbing erection.

  “You’re going to fuck around and drain me before we get back to the house.”

  “I’m not worrying about draining you. I know you have a lot of Hershey’s chocolate in those big, black balls of yours,” she cooed.

  Tone came, launching a fountain of semen onto Kimberly’s bare skin through the opening on the back of her dress, which made her shudder and moan with her own orgasm. Several more streams of hot cum shot out of Tone’s pulsating swipe before Kimberly had finished milking his member, coating her fingers and drenching her back. His sticky, wet discharge ran down the crack of her ass, moistening her cheeks like a slick lubricant.

  Tone rubbed his nut into her back, massaging a finger into her crack, and then quickly tucked his sausage into his pants as the valet pulled up.

  “You’re a lucky man,” the valet said, lifting up the door of the Lambo, helping Kimberly into the ride. “You have a nice car and a beautiful woman.”

  “It’s all in a day’s work, Player, you just have to keep it popping,” Tone responded passing him a dub as he slumped into the driver’s seat.

  Driving back to Kimberly's place, Tone was no less aroused by her presence. He could still feel the tingling in his dick and was itching to sample Kimberly’s sweet pussy.

  “You can park in my parking spot underneath the complex. It’s secured; you just have to be careful when you pull in. There's a little dip.” Kimberly hit the remote as they rolled up and Tone could hear the bottom of the car scrape slightly as he pulled in.

  On the elevator ride up, Tone pushed Kimberly against the wall and locked lips with her in a lustful embrace. They swapped tongues, clawing at each other like two animals. Feeling bold and daring, Kimberly had chose to strip out of her dress and walk down the hallway completely naked. Tone followed in hot pursuit admiring the jiggling of her firm ass cheeks.

  It took Kimberly a couple minutes to get the door open. She was still tipsy as she fumbled around in her purse for the right key. All the lights were off in the apartment, except for the T.V. going in the living room. Faith had passed out on the couch and was curled up in her robe with what looked like an empty glass of wine on the floor.

  Falling onto the couch, Kimberly pulled Tone down on top of her, startling Faith, who woke up pissed, cussing, until she realized what was going down. Kimberly was kissing Tone on the neck and forehead helping him get undressed, while Faith joined in, pulling down his slacks, grabbing his cock. Once Tone was all the way naked, Faith grasped his shaft with both hands and planted her lips around his plum like tip. She crammed his entire penis into her mouth. At first she let out a low moan, savoring the taste and texture with unabashed enjoyment. Then she began to make sucking and slurping sounds, attacking his dick in a frenzy.

  Kimberly had positioned herself over Tone, squatting over his face. This allowed him to reach up and delicately spread her thinly haired pussy with his fingers. His tongue darted in and out of her delectable snatch, lapping at her plump lips. This caused her to pant and whimper, rocking her hips back and forth. She rode Tone’s tongue for a while experiencing multiple orgasms and became lost in what was happening between them. Then like an agile cat, Kimberly slid down Tone’s chest, squeezing his face into her pillowy breasts, smearing her coochie juice all over his stomach.

  Faith’s lips glistened with pre-cum and saliva shined all over her face from lapping all over Tone’s shaved ball sack. When she came up to kiss Kimberly, Faith smelled of heavy musk, “cock breath.” This turned Kimberly on something fierce and she began to suck Faith’s tongue feverishly like her life depended on it. Faith had a firm grip on Tone’s engorged ram rod and guided it slowly into Kimberly’s swollen, wet pussy. Kimberly’s round caramel ass was spread wide and her little asshole winked as she plunged up and down Tone’s shaft with unrelenting force.

  Tone thrust up into Kimberly in perfect rhythm, while sucking on Faith’s extended nipples. They were about three-quarters of an inch long and as big around as Tone’s pinky. He took each one of them in his mouth, sucking, licking and biting them, making Faith cry out in pleasure. Faith worked her body up Tone’s chest until her cunt was pressed directly against his waiting mouth. Tone lapped at her labia and swollen clit like a thirsty dog. He probed her slit and asshole, using his tongue like a drill.

  Kimberly would slide up and down Tone’s cock, rubbing her plump tits up against the soft flesh of Faith’s back, each time exposing about six inches of his dick, before plunging back down onto his thick pole. She made sticky clear coochie sauce splash on his quads. Her hips moved fast, and then slow as she diddled her love button, cumming in convulsions. She gushed all over his penis leaving streaks of white cream.

  “Oh Tone, it’s so deep! I’m cumming! I’m cumming on your dick!” Kimberly screamed.

  “Fuck baby, I’m cumming with you! I’m busting a nut inside your hot pussy!” Tone yelled as his balls contracted and ass cheeks tightened. He came a tidal wave of jism.

  “I can feel your cum, Daddy! I can feel your cum wetting my pussy walls,” Kimberly cried, grinding her coochie against Tone’s pelvis.

  “Oh shit, Wardy, I’m cumming too! I’m cumming in your mouth!” Faith wailed, bucking her dripping cream hole against Tone’s lips, squirting in his mouth.

  Slumping down onto the couch next to Tone and Kimberly, Faith rubbed her sweaty body against theirs. They shared an electrifying three-way kiss that left all of them breathing hard.

  “Let’s get down on the carpet,” Tone voiced, lifting Kimberly off his slick, juice covered swipe. He moved to the floor between the two women so that both pussies were within striking distance. Having tasted Faith’s sweet, ripe nectar, he was anxious to bang her tight pleasure box, but he knew he would have to take his time if he wanted to get it all in.

  “Tone, fuck Faith like you fucked me. I want her to feel what I just felt,” Kimberly cooed, jacking his black meat back to full glory. “She’s always talking about how she liked her some black dick, but didn’t want to give the pussy up.”

  “That’s because I am not no toss up, ya heard me.? But if it’s the right nigga, I don’t have no problem letting him hit this pussy,” Faith whined, playing with her small erect clitoris poking through her hood. “Tone you’re the right nigga. I want you to fuck this pussy like i
t’s yours, Daddy. I want you to make me cum with your beautiful black cock,” she purred.

  Tone spread Faith’s legs as far as they would go and positioned himself missionary style between her. He placed her thighs up against his chest so that her feet were by his face and then he took turns sucking on her toes. He rubbed his fat cockhead against her pouty pussy lips and exposed the light pink of her cunt which resembled a rose. While he met some resistance at her oyster opening, Kimberly pinched and sucked on Faith’s nipples. He then backed out and repeated the movement again with gentle pressure, getting a little farther, withdrawing letting Faith adjust to his girth.

  “Tone, quit teasing her with the dick and pound her pussy. She can handle a big dick,” Kimberly snarled wickedly.

  “Bitch, he knows what he’s doing. My shit is tight and he’s got a big dick. I’m not use to big dicks like you, Ho,” Faith responded, giggling. She was breathing hard enjoying the pain and pleasure she was experiencing.

  Tone pushed forward with the back of her knees on his shoulders and provided steady pressure to accomplish deeper penetration with each thrust. Her body adjusted to his intrusion, thrusting violently a number of times, driving him further into her pleasure box. He had to exercise some self control to suppress the urge to ram it home in her until she finished a series of short hammer liked pelvic thrust. Once she had settled, he completed his insertion with one hard thrust, bouncing his balls against her asshole.

  “Fuck me, Wardy! I want to feel your thang in my stomach. I want you to pop my coochie, Wardy!” Faith whined, pulling Kimberly’s face to hers, kissing her hard on the mouth.

  That was all Tone needed to hear as he went to work pistoning her velvet coochie, pummeling her like Asian rag doll. He could tell by her breathing she was close to climaxing, but he was so excited to be in her gripping canal, that he wasn’t sure he’d last long. Looking over at Kimberly he watched her fingering her cum filled pot, making frothy white bubbles in her own hypnotic trance. Tone felt the pressure build up in his balls and began shooting a second massive load in Faith’s cunt.