CHAPTER ONE

 

"You want to do what?!"

 

She was a black whore, as black as tar, with a thick British accent. Only she wasn't from England, she was from Africa. And the transaction, not that it mattered, was taking place in a stylish Dutch bar, in Stockholm. What did matter, at least to Drake Johnson, was how much Mona wanted, in the way of dollars, to give him back what he wanted, in the way of sex. And that's what they were trying to get straight.

 

"Now you say you're first class and a pro," drawled Drake, "but I don't rightly see your proovin' it at all." Drake took off his big ten gallon hat and smiled his best winning charmer: "I want a lot of hot sucking and fucking. I don't see what's so hard to understand about that. Beggin' your pardon, mam." He put his hat back on. "Now how much?"

"Well," said Mona, flicking her fingers at the cocktail table, "you look like a fellow who could afford a hundred dollars. How's that sound?"

"Sounds steep, but alright," said Drake. "Let's go." He laid a fin down on the table and stood up.

Mona tossed some sort of fur, probably beaver, around her shoulder, and took the Texan's arm. "It's gonna be hot," she promised with a whisper in his ear. "Real hot."

"If it is," said Drake, "I got plenty of friends with plenty of money who'll be buyin' all you'll be willin' to supply."

 

They made their way up the stairs of a cheap hotel off Andersen Boulevard. Drake was on vacation, "woopin' it up" as he put it, and though be had his own hotel room on the other side of the city, he declined to take his women there.

Mona locked the door behind them while Drake quickly undressed. "Come on," he said, "we ain't got all night for this."

She smiled and slowly, on her way into the main part of the room, kicked off her heels and undid the back of her dress.

"I wanna see me some of that nice dark meat," said Drake. His cock bounced between his pale white legs as he made his way to where Mona stripped. "You know," he said, taking himself a handful of her large chest, "you got something better than sex appeal, baby."

"Oh, yeah," said Mona. "What's that?"

"Big tits." He lifted his other hand to aid in the attack on the whore's chest. He rubbed her big mammaries even though she still had her blouse on.

"If you'll give me a minute," said Mona, "and your money up front, I'll give you something a little better than that." She watched his hands squeezing her boobies. He rubbed the tips of the tits, even through the material of the blouse. She wore no bra, so it wasn't a half-bad feel for either, one of them. "Come on," she said, "the money and then I take off my clothes. All of my clothes."

Drake let loose of the black whore's chest. He went back to where he'd thrown his trousers and pulled out his wallet. "One hundred bucks, black baby." He shook the single bill at her. "This better be good."

She smiled and took her blouse off on her way over to take the money. "Thanks," she said. She palmed the money and put it with her belongings. "You won't be disappointed." When she leaned over her clothes, she made sure to give Drake a good long view of her fine, firm buttocks.

"Yeah," said Drake, rubbing his hands when he saw the lovely ass crack, "I'm gonna get me some of that asshole of yours."

"Sure," said the whore. "Just step right up." She pranced over to the bed and leaned her hands down on the edge of it. Her butt stuck out for an easy feel. Her legs were spread. "Come on over and take yourself a rub."

 

Drake had just that in mind. He stepped up to the gorgeous moon and spread his fingers across the cheeks. His first move was a quick massage, just with his hands, and he got himself a nice look at the whore's friendly sphincter. When he had the dark buttocks spread he lifted his prick against the groove. He rubbed back and forth, getting himself a nice fresh feel.

 

"Yeah," he said enjoying the smooth texture of the whore's soft butt, "this is alright, Mona. I think you're gonna be fine."

"I should think so," she said. "I like to call myself a pro." She rolled her fanny under his cock and balls...

"Oh, baby," said Drake. "That's the kind of thinking that gets you a tip when we're all done, eh?" He reached around and took hold of Mona's long pendulum titties. He leaned on her back, put his belly and chest flat on her spine and whispered in her ear, as he rubbed her lovely titties, "I'm gonna come all over your black body a whole bunch, eh?" He chuckled and then kissed her ear. "Lots of white creamy jism rolling around on your face, eh?"

"Anyway you want it, honey," she said. "You just enjoy yourself, Mr. Johnson. You paid, and this is strictly for you." She rubbed her smooth ass cheeks against his groin to underline what she said. She reached between her legs, supporting both of their bodies with one hand against the bed still, and she cupped his nuts and rolled them. "Mmmm," she hummed, "you have awfully hot rocks. Good and hard, Mr. Johnson."

"Why don't you just call me Drake, Mona. Eh?"

"Sure, Drake," she said. "Anyway you like it." She rubbed her butt back and forth, wiggling her hips. He turned her around with his strong hands on her hips. She came up from leaning on the bed. Her titties pressed against his chest. He looked down at the large breasts and cupped them bare-handed with both his palms. He rubbed them around and then tweaked the lovely, large nipples. He tweaked them both at the same time.

 

"Oh, Drake," she said, "that's cute."

 

He slid his hand down between her smooth ample thighs. His finger traveled softly into her black curly bush and located her leaking twat lips. He fucked her with that digit, stroking her clitoris and rubbed her insides for about five minutes. They just stood there with the Texan finger-fucking her like that. At one point Mona spread her legs so that Drake could get in anywhere he wanted. She wouldn't have minded she told him, if he wanted to use both hands and rub her asshole at the same time. He told her he'd get into that later.

 

When he got her fairly juicy, he told her to lay down. She spread herself out on the bed lifted one knee. Her cunt was big and wide open. He knew what the inside of her twat was like, but he wanted to get a feel of it with his cock before he went any further.

 

"Okay," he said, "now you bend it up. Push it along my prick and make me real happy with that pussy of yours, eh?" He climbed down between her long smooth black legs and filled her up with his stiff meat. He'd had a boner ever since he left the bar.

"Mmmm," she said, "you're big, Drake. Really big."

The Texan smiled. "Glad you like it." He reached under her butt and felt up her ass. He filled her bunghole with a long finger, just to be sure that he had a good tight feel of her entire pelvis, and then he jammed both boney objects in and out of her body at the same time.

"Uuuuh," moaned Mona, "that's a lot of fucking there, Drake. A lot of fucking."

"Sure," he said, slowing down to catch his breath. He pulled his prick out of her pussy and looked at it. "Look at that," he said. "And then after you get a nice look at it, go down on it."

"Sure, honey," she said. "All you have to do is ask."

"Good," he said.

 

She reached down and circled his cock with her long dark fingers. She spread her hands out so that she could get as much of his white bone in her fists as possible. When she had a good healthy feel of it, and when she had squeezed it a couple of times, she rolled her lips across the spongy pink head. She rubbed the Texan's cock with her thick moist lips.

 

"Nice," grunted Drake. "Really nice." He watched the whore rubbing his pecker with her mouth. "Okay," he said, "now lay down again. I want my cock up between your titties. Got it?"

"Sure," she said with a smile.

 

She spread herself out on the bed and he leaned up against her chest. His penis rubbed between her breasts. She pushed the titties up along side of his joint so that he would get the best feel possible.

 

"You like that?" she asked. "Is that how you like it? You just tell me now if you want something special, eh Drake?"

"That's fine," he said, "you're doing just fine."

 

He worked his way down to her belly. His big dick rubbed against the smooth dark meat of her stomach. Her hips rolled under his legs and he inched down a little further so that his cock was between her legs again.

 

"Alright," he said, leaning toward her face. "Let's have a taste." He pressed his tongue into her mouth. Her own tongue rubbed gracefully and smoothly in and out of his face, against his mouth muscle, and lightly along his lips.

"Mmm," she said. "How's that?"

"That's good," said Drake. "I like that."

"Fuck me," whispered Mona. "Put it in my twat and fuck me."