Bedroom Gangster

by Big Herc

“Give me this pussy Baby. Whose pussy is it,” Tone barked. He grabbed underneath her knees and lifted her legs up into the air, placing her thighs up against his chest so that he could hit her cervix. “That's what I'm talking about,” he growled as he pounded away.

  “It's your pussy Daddy. Tone, baby that feels so fucking good. You are hitting the back of my pussy. Work it, Daddy. Give me your entire dick,” Sandra begged. “I’m going to cum!”

  “I’m going to cum with you,” Tone howled, as his balls tightened up and his swipe pulsated. He ejaculated several thick loads of cum juice inside her awaiting slick walls and made loud noises with each spurt. As soon as he let Sandra’s thighs down he collapsed into her awaiting arms spent. They shared soft kisses and he eventually fell asleep inside her.

  In the afternoon Tone awakened to find himself still snug next to Sandra with a cum crusted up cock. She had curled up in his arms with her voluptuous, soft boobs pressed up against his broad chest. Her smooth, sexy, tan legs were wrapped around his muscular quads like a milky swirl. In his arms, Sandra looked so right, like it was where she belonged, like it was meant to be. The more he thought about her lying next to her in bed, the more excited Tone became. This caused his dick to swell up again allowing him to slide back into her cum filled cunt.

  Slowly Tone moved his hips back and forth, making sure he was completely inside her. He enjoyed the feeling of mixing their fluids together, combining their life-force.

  Sandra kissed him on the neck letting him know that she was awake, and then moved her hips with his rhythm. Motioning him to roll over, Sandra climbed on top with her hands clutched in his hands. She rode his love tool like a wild woman and sent shock waves shooting through his body. As she quickened her pace, she squeezed his hands tighter on the brink of another orgasm. Their eyes locked and they acknowledge the spiritually, sexual, euphoric plane they’d connected on. Sandra’s love cream coated Tone’s thighs, running down his nut sack between his ass crack. He could feel himself getting ready to cum again and she wanted to cum with him.

  “Tone, Tone,” Sandra screamed, as the first of four orgasms rocked her body.

  “Oh Sandra, Sandra,” Tone yelled, cumming with her; shooting more of his life into her womb. She completed him and with her he felt whole.

  “You know Tone, I could spend all day having sex with you and never get bored,” Sandra whimpered, still impaled on Tone’s dick. She rocked her hips back and forth, shaking from the mini climaxes.

  “Same here, Love. I’m so glad we spent this time together. I missed you, Sandra and just want to let you know that I really do love you.” His cock was still inside her and he could feel their juice making his ass crack wet.

  “I missed you too, and I love you Tone,” Sandra’s eyes got teary. She leaned down on Tone’s chest and kissed him all over his face, neck and chest, massaging his softening hose.

  Sandra fell asleep on top of Tone and they woke up a couple of hours later. Both of them were hungry again and felt like getting out of the house, so they showered and headed off to eat at Gladstone’s off of PCH in Malibu. They dined on steak and lobster, sipping Dom P in honor Sandra’s promotion. A host of celebrities Tone had recognized from the trade papers walked by their table and glanced at them like they were famous. Together they never had a problem attracting attention. People couldn’t help but look and stare, most likely entertaining some fantasy they imagined.

  “Tone you make me feel so special,” Sandra said, sipping on her glass of champagne.

  “That’s because you are special. What was going through your mind that first day we met when you saw me laying there on the beach?” Tone nibbled on a bread stick as he spoke.

  “Seriously, I was just hoping that you weren’t some crazed sociopath that had fallen asleep on the beach on some weird trip. It was so early in the morning I was kind of thrown off. Usually there’s nobody on the beach that early.” Sandra could not stop smiling as she spoke to Tone. He made her so happy.

  “You sure have one hell of an imagination,” Tone laughed thinking back to the day they met.

  “It must be from all the murder mystery crime stories I watch. But after I got a good look at you in that expensive leather Polo coat and expensive goose down blanket, I knew you couldn't be too dangerous. Then when you introduced yourself, I had a black cock attack and tried to figure out how I could get you home. I wanted to sample that chocolate dick without appearing to forward.”

  “You’re crazy,” Tone said laughing with her.

  “No, I’m serious. I’ve never really judge a guy by the color of his skin, but I did find you extremely attractive.” Sandra stoked Tone's cock through his pants underneath the table.

  “Now you’re making me blush.” Tone's cock jumped in his pants and he could feel a boner on the rise.

  “I didn’t know that black people could blush,” Sandra giggled.

  “So what are you saying? Black people don’t get embarrassed?” Tone replied jokingly.

  “No, but I think it’s cute to know that I made you blush,” Sandra smiled.

  As the evening progressed, the free flowing Dom Perignon took away Sandra’s inhibitions. During the course of the dinner he felt her bare foot brush up against his crotch. Her foot stayed on his crotch throughout their conversation as they moved towards the topic of sex, all the while maintaining direct eye contact. They spoke about their past experiences and both got excited by their recent freaky escapades. Meanwhile Sandra’s foot never left his bulge. It didn’t take long before Tone had unzipped his fly, releasing his horse cock for her to play with on her toes.

  Reaching under the table with his right hand, Tone managed to ease his fingers around the edge of Sandra’s panties into her wet, receptive cunt. Soon they were both groping and fondling each other like two teenagers at the drive in. During dessert, Tone hand-fed Sandra strawberries from across the table distracting some of the diners trying to be nosey. They both had had enough of playing in public and had agreed to head back to the house for more privacy. Only when they were about to leave, did she remove her foot, sticky with pre-cum, from his cock.

  Tone paid the bill and left a hundred dollar tip on the table. Exiting the restaurant into the warm Malibu night, they waited for the valet to bring the Diablo around to the front. The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the beach in the background, mixed with the jazz music from the quartet playing on the deck, set the tone for a romantic cruise home.

  Pulling the Lambo around, the valet commented on how clean the ride and opened up the passenger side door for Sandra to get in. Tone slid him a twenty dollar tip and climbed into the driver’s seat, roaring off down the highway. They weren’t down the road five minutes before Sandra had his ebony love pole in her hand, stroking it to erection. She smeared the sticky pre-cum around the tip of his helmet like a chocolate glazed donut.

  Driving had become a task and Tone looked for somewhere they could pull over and handle their business. There was a dark shoulder off to the side of the road and he immediately pulled off, throwing on his hazard lights. He popped the trunk like he was changing the tire then walked around to Sandra's side of the car.

  “Get out of the car and lean that ass over the hood Slut,” Tone said sternly. He held his dick shaking it at her as he made his demands.

  Raising her skirt up to her waist, Tone stepped behind Sandra and pulled her panties to the side. He wasted no time slamming his chocolate pleasure rod into sex hole. He’d been planning on fucking her like this before they went to dinner, so he didn’t hesitate in his pumping.

  The hood of the Lambo was cool and the night air was warm. They could see cars passing by them on the road roughly forty feet away, which added a thrill of excitement to their public display. As Tone thrust inside Sandra from behind, she bucked back talking shit, telling him to fuck her harder. The harder he pumped, the more shit she talked. Some of the cars passing by honked their horns, while others slowed down to see if they ne
eded any help. When they got close enough to see what was really going on, they simply sped off.

  “I’m going to cum, Sandra! You’re going to make me bust a nut,” Tone groaned, slamming into her from the back.

  “Cum in my mouth, Daddy! I want to taste your seed,” Sandra moaned.

  Tone immediately pulled out quick, squeezing his shaft, while Sandra spun around and dropped to her knees. As soon as she opened her mouth, he launched his torpedo of his syrupy wad into her mouth. When she came up to kiss him, she still had strings of jism hanging from her lips and chin. He kissed her hard on the mouth and tasted some of his juice on her breath. He knew deep down inside this bitch was about it.

  They saw bright lights quickly approaching in the distance and assumed that it was highway patrol. Both of them got straightened up as fast they could and jumped into the Lambo, smashing to the pad. At home Sandra got ready for bed and Tone took the liberty of putting some Maxwell on the stereo, lighting some incense and candles. He had arranged an array of scented oils and roses next to the bed. As she climbed into bed, he told her to relax and lay on her tummy. He positioned himself between her thighs and poured some exotic oil onto his hands then starting massaging her feet, working his way to her ass crack. When he got to Sandra’s ass, he teased the rim of her anus and let his finger gently penetrate her sphincter ring. Her breath quickened and Tone moved up the small of her back, to her upper back and shoulders.

  “Roll over,” he whispered in her ear, resuming his sensual body seduction, kissing her soft lips, rubbing the flavored oil all over her arms, hands, breasts, nipples and belly.

  Everywhere Tone rubbed oil he followed up with a tongue bath. He savored the fruity flavor of the oil mixed with her skin and sweat. When he reached her lust swelled flower, Sandra squirmed against his touch, trying to coax his fingers into her steamy depths. She climaxed on contact when Tone doubled back with his tongue. Finishing the full body massage with her toes, he proceeded to suck each toe, one by one.

  Tone had worked himself into a sexual frenzy and had to get into the velvet vault before he lost it. Feeling her wetness around him was all he could think about.

  “Roll onto your side,” Tone breathed as he eased into Sandra in the spoon position. He entered her slit, taking her into the night where she needed him to be and he wanted to go. Together they made the perfect team. Later he would cuddle in her arms, nestling against her pillowy breasts. He reminisced to himself, “this is where it all began. So far, so little time, and life was truly beautiful.”

  BIO

  Aka “Big Herc,” aka “Chocolate Hercules”

  aka “DDH (Dick'em Down Herc)”

  www.1dayumay.com

  Born and raised in California, I grew up in a military household and learned responsibility, discipline and independence from an early age. You treated your elders with respect, didn't cuss and never spoke when grown folks were talking. I could count the number of times I got whopped on one hand, although most of the time I didn't get caught. My Mom had me at the tender age of fourteen and never once spoke about who the sperm donor was, so I just assumed he was a piece of shit and went about defining myself through my own endeavors.

  Mom's married this sorry ass nigga out of high school that went into the Coast Guard and he made it clear that I was his step son. He wasn't much of a father figure and most of the time when he was home I stayed out of the house or in my room. He had a bad habit of smoking weed, drinking Mad Dog 20/20 and playing chess. I don't know what she saw in him.

  Moms had two more kids by this asshole, a boy and a girl and the marriage spiraled downhill, which was where it was going from the jump. His sorry as got kicked out of the military for too many dirties and that was the last straw in this pathetic marriage. Getting a divorce meant that we would be moving back to the hood. My Mom was a single mother with three kids. No more skateboards and BMX bikes, it was time for a young buck to step his game up.

  Mom's took on three jobs and ran herself into the dirt. She wrecked two cars in the process from exhaustion and attempted to take up smoking. Top Ramen and government cheese was the norm. What did it for me was Christmas with no tree, no turkey, no decorations and no presents. Being that I was the oldest, I could understand the struggle that my Mom was going through, but for my little brother and sister it didn't make sense.

  I was a straight A student with a 4.0 grade point average and I never got into any trouble before I moved to the hood, but when they say you can become a product of your environment, it holds a lot of truth. Even in the hood, initially I stuck to the books and tried to figure out different ways to make money so I could help out Mom's. I hated to see her struggle and we weren't getting any outside help from other family members. A lot of people like to just watch and see how long you can tread water before you drown. Well we were drowning.

  I had always been very personable growing up, so I made friends with a lot of different people. I had friends that were into sports and friends that hustled. As money became scarce, I leaned towards the friends that hustled. They had big knots, didn't give a fuck about school and wore all of the popular clothes of that time like TROOP, Fila, Jordans and Starter. I figured if I could get a piece of the money, but keep my grades up, I was good. I just needed some dough to add to the household income.

  A lot of my friends were scared to sell dope. Maybe because they had a father figure at home that swore to bust that ass if they got into any trouble. It didn't help that I lived on the dope street frequented by smokers and drug dealers. Day in and day out I saw cats slanging and dipping by in clean ass old schools getting cheese from cluckers desperate to get high.

  Eventually I saved up my allowance and hit the big homie up about getting my money on. He gave me a white rock and told me that it was worth forty to fifty dollars and that I could flip it real quick on my block. There wasn't really a manual on selling dope, you just had to go for it and hope you didn't get caught. I didn't have an OG lacing me up on the ends and the outs like a lot of cats.

  After I got the rock, I jumped on my ten speed and headed back to the house, but I took the long route so that I would pass the dope park on the way. I had just reached the edge of the park when I noticed a car with what appeared to be two smokers inside it. How I knew they were smokers I don't know, but when I nodded my headed at their car they pulled over.

  “What you need?” I said trying to feel them out.

  “What you got?” They were also feeling me out.

  “I got a fifty rock.” I placed the white rock on the palm of my hand and rolled it around so that they could how big it was. The smoker on the passenger side nodded at the smoker driver and they pulled out fifty dollars handing it to me. I gave them the rock and kept it pushing.

  The next day I hit the big homie up again and he gave me a double up for my fifty dollars. I now had a hundred dollars worth of dope broken up into five twenty dollar rocks. When I hit the park this day it was on and cracking.

  At the main entrance of the park you had the OG's with their cars parked sipping on forties and bumping oldies shooting the shit. They had it popping like a drive through as they took turns slanging rocks. All of this went on in the broad daylight like it was the thing to do.

  When I popped up on the scene, I picked out a spot near the entrance of the park and short stopped; hitting my smokers off before they even made it to the park. For the most part the OG's didn't trip because there was so much money coming through, everybody could eat. A lot of them also knew my family and respected that fact that I was out there trying to get my money although I was only fifteen.

  It wasn't long before I turned the one hundred dollars into a g and was able to treat my brother and sister to an occasional

  McDonalds for dinner. I would also leave money out for my Mom, but she would question where it came from. She knew I was up to no good.

  I maintained a straight A grade point average, but moving fast and stupid mistakes can get you caught up
. I soon caught my first dope beef and had to muscle up in juvenile hall and do six months. I say muscle up because if you were soft, you got played like a punk. Nigga's in juvenile hall were banging hard and did not hesitate to throw them thangs. After six months of hell, any innocence I may have had in me had long been destroyed. Being around nothing but gangbangers and knuckleheads with a sense of abandonment made a nigga hard. I had no time to be weak or feel sorry for myself.

  Not long after I was released Mom's got married to a white cat and we moved to Huntington Beach. Now this was total culture shock for a brotha. I'd never seen so many rich white people and sheltered kids. I had already been fucking for a couple of years and had even ran a couple of trains with the homies on bitches, but these kids for the most part were virgins. If a guy got his dick sucked that was a big thang.

  Trying to fit in this new environment was like an apple trying to fit in with a bunch of oranges. I eventually I did make some friends and was able to maintain a decent grade point average. The coaches hated on me in sports so I was left with trying to find a part time job to put a little extra cash in my pocket. My drug dealing days were behind me.

  Post graduation I didn't really have any plans and Mom's and the family were moving to Boston, but I didn't really get an invite to come along. So my dumbass went back to the hood to attend junior college and eventually got caught up again fucking with some knuckleheads’.

  I was eighteen when I got locked up in California Youth Authority for a home invasion beef trying to come up on a d-boy lick. I was twenty-one when I was finally released and ready to break my dick off in something proper. 1994 was the year I did my first adult movie. I was on probation and slanging dick, trying to make a million.

  Porn game was good and I had the opportunity to have sex with lots of beautiful women. I even went to Japan for one week and had the opportunity to fuck twenty Japanese women over the span of five days. That was one of the best weeks of my life.