by Big Herc
Bedroom Gangster
Big Herc
Copyright © 2010 by Big Herc
Publish Green
212 3rd Ave North, Suite 290
Minneapolis, MN 55401
612.455.2293
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ISBN: 978-1-62652-179-7
Table of Contents
Cover Page
Inspirations & Dedications
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
BIO
Inspirations & Dedications
When I sat down and wrote this book, I was locked down doing a ten year bid in the feds. I had been without female contact for quite some time and during this period I learned a lot about the true appreciation for woman. Most guys take it for granted that they can admire the beauty of a woman or holla at a female when they get ready. Well in prison, if you so much as look at a female staff and she says something, you go straight to the hole. Prison is the most inhuman experience a person can ever endure. You're alive, but you're not alive, because you cannot live like you want to or make choices that you want to. Everything you do revolves around prison politics and the bullshit that comes with it. Fortunately I had some good dudes around me and I want to dedicate this book to them. I did eight and a half years without a single visit from family or so called loved ones, so I chose to take up a new family. These are some real muthafucka's that looked out for me and I can count on them through thick and thin.
I send much love out to J-Cat, Big “V”, Baby Girl, Brotha Wang, Ace, Cafe, Jiles, Breakbread, Turbo, Cleo, C-Down, Benny, Torrie, Kyle, Demylon, Damian Love, Tracy, Mike J, Josh, Big Rube, Big Dee, B Rope, Shelia, Valerie, Jesse and Tony. All of these people contributed in some shape or form to my success. If your name is not mentioned, then you must not have done anything worth speaking of.
I also want to send shouts out to all of the homies still locked down and all of the falling soldiers still locked up fighting for their lives. From Lompoc USP, Sheridan to Herlong and all of the other federal institutions out there, hold your head up. To the soldiers in the military defending our country, I also want to give you props and let you know to keep your head up. It will all be better one day, just focus on that vision.
It's funny how life takes its course and things play out on the path we travel. This book is based on fantasy, but after doing the second rewrite I can say that it has a lot of truth to it. Many of the scenarios have actually been played out in my life unintentionally.
Eight in a half years was a long time to go without pussy, so naturally I had to get my dick out of the dirt when I touched down. Hooking up online was totally nonexistent when I got locked up and was a blessing in disguise. Once I posted up some shots on a couple of swing sites, it was on and cracking. It wasn't long before I was knocking pussy from the halfway house and coming back, telling the guys about my conquest. I could holla at multiple women at the same time and weed out the fakes before we hooked up. And when we hooked up, it was always to fuck. I didn't have time for the games and neither did they. I slung dick like a true cocksman.
Once I got into the swing party scene my numbers went up dramatically. On any given weekend I would bang six women, averaging roughly twenty women a month. I was getting my numbers back up. Most of them were mature married women that craved big black cock. They got served by multiple black cocks, while their husbands watched or filmed. This was also a new phenomenon that had taken off since I had been down. They called it cuckolding. Life was beautiful, the husbands would feed them and we would fuck them. Having performed in the porn industry for some years under the stage name “Big Herc,” I had gotten used to people watching me fuck on camera, so naturally I took to the swing party scene like a fish in the water.
This was supposed to be my dedication and inspiration section, but I got a little off track. The reason I brought up some of my personal escapades to begin with was not to brag, but to share some of my experiences. Experiences that began with a thought, a pen and a piece of paper. Through these experiences I realized that I created my own reality and could continue to do so. Don't ever let anybody shit on your dreams or tell you it can't be done. They're just haters and you should try to get as far away from them as possible. They are detrimental to your well being.
I would like to thank everybody that purchased this book for supporting me in my literary craft. I hope this book provides you with many entertaining fantasies and that you bust multiple nuts to my tales.
In closing, be about it and don't listen to anything anybody tells you that is contradictory. Life is too short to be bothered by suckas.
Chapter 1
Tone awoke to the heavy panting of a golden retriever in his face as he lay curled up on the sand of the Santa Monica Beach, with his goose down blanket and leather Polo coat. Tone spent his first night in Los Angeles sleeping away his past against the back drop of the Pacific Ocean. Watching the waves break, Tone contemplated the life in the hood he’d left behind and the new life ahead he wanted to create for himself.
“Franky! Franky! Get over here! You don’t know that man. I’m so sorry about that, Franky is a little overly friendly,” a female voice said as Tone strained to adjust his eyes against the glaring sun. The retriever was licking Tone’s hand as he moved to position himself and get a better look at the beauty behind the voice. Sitting straight up, the woman’s crotch was almost directly in front of his face. Through the thin white material of her shorts, he could make out the outline of her puffy pussy lips. It was obvious that she was not wearing any panties. Her legs were well built and tan, displaying signs of past athleticism. Her feet were bare and her toes French pedicured. Her ankle bore a single silver designer bracelet, with a matching silver ring around her pinkie toe. Moving up past her shorts, she was a little thick in the waist, but in a sexy way. Her belly button was pierced with a diamond stud. A pair of succulent thirty-six double D tits hung low, right above her belly button in a white sports bra. Her face was natural, free from any makeup, with full juicy lips and piercing blue eyes. Her long blonde hair flowed down to the middle of her back.
“Don’t worry about Franky; he’s just a playful little guy, aren’t ya!” Tone said playfully, grabbing the blue rubber ball that had rolled over to the area where he had been sleeping. Upon Tone grabbing the ball, Franky went crazy, jumping up and down, wagging his tail and barking. Tossing the ball towards the ocean, Franky took off clumsily to go fetch it.
“How are you doing this morning? I’m Tone,” he said holding out his hand to greet her. She extended her hand squeezing his fingers. Her hand was soft and her fingers manicured. Taking in her full beauty, Tone could see that she was a mature woman, probably in her mid-forty’s, but very attractive. Older women had always been Tone’s thing. He didn’t like to waste much time with women his own age, because they usually didn’t know what they wanted and liked to play too many games.
“Hello, nice to meet you Tone, I’m Sandra. You’re out h
ere on the beach little early this morning aren’t you? What did you do, sleep out here last night?”
“As a matter of fact, I did. I had the money to stay at a hotel, but I wanted to spend my first night in L.A. getting acquainted with the ocean. I’ve always dreamed of living on the beach, so I figured why not make it a reality. What are you doing out here so early?” Tone rose to his feet admiring the tan, thick white woman before him. She stood about 5’7”and appeared to weigh about one hundred and sixty pounds. Her curves were in all the right places and Tone could feel his dick stiffening in his pants.
“I live up the way. I come out here every morning with Franky to give him some exercise before it gets too crowded. Where are you from?” She said shifting her hips, causing her massive mammaries to jiggle.
“Sacramento, California. I moved out here to start my own porn company. I heard that San Fernando Valley was the 'Porn Capital' and there’s nothing like this going down in Sacramento.” Tone replied.
“That’s crazy, because my best friend’s husband runs one of the biggest porn companies in the Valley. I always knew that the industry made a lot of money, but I didn’t know how much money until I met her husband. He’s like the Hugh Hefner of porn. Maybe I could introduce you to him,” Sandra said smiling, obviously warming up to Tone, feeling more comfortable.
“You know, I would really appreciate that. This is what Hollywood’s all about, making your dreams come true. Would you like to grab some breakfast, I’m starving?” Tone could sense that Sandra was game and ready to go. If he could get her back to her pad, he knew that he could tap that coochie.
“I don’t know, I have Franky with me and I really need to run some errands around town.” Sandra’s voice was whinny and unsure. She’d already contemplated in her mind what it would be like to have sex with this handsome black man and her pussy was dripping. She’d never been with a black guy before, but had heard stories from her friends about dark meat and was anxious to have her own chocolate experience.
“Come on Sandra! I know you haven’t had breakfast yet. Franky could roll with us. I have a SUV with lots of room. Besides, if it was left up to me, I wouldn’t have a clue on where to go grab a bite to eat.” Tone knew she wanted to go; it was just a matter of saying the right words. The dampness of the camel toe between her legs said it all.
“You know what, I am kind of hungry, but I’d rather cook you a nice breakfast and show you some L.A. Hospitality. I'm not dressed to go out to eat at some restaurant. Where are you parked? I’ll get Franky and we’ll head back to my place.” Sandra hollered for Franky who was running back and forth in the sand with the ball in his mouth. Tone gathered up his blanket and pillow and began to head over to his candy blue H1. Sitting on 26 inch Lexani rims.
“Nice car!” Sandra said jumping into the front seat, placing Franky on the plush tan carpet in front of her. “Sit Franky. Be still.” Franky calmed down somewhat, settling onto the carpet, while Sandra reached across the center console and unlocked the driver’s side door for Tone.
“Thank you, beautiful. You know, if you hadn’t unlocked my door, I was going to make you and Franky walk home. Just kidding!,” Tone said jokingly. Sandra smiled and called Tone crazy, stroking his arm as he put his truck in gear.
The Isley Brothers’ “Caravan of Love” was bumping over the Alpine sound system. Sandra blurted out, “Oh, I love this song!”
“You don’t know anything about the Isley Brothers,” Tone said teasingly.
“Uh, huh, they’re one of my favorite groups. A girlfriend of mine in college used to always play their music in the dorm.” Sandra lip synched the lyrics to the song as they pulled out onto the Pacific Coast highway. She gave Tone directions to her single story stucco house located a few blocks north of the Third Street Promenade.
As they walked into the house, Franky ran past them into the kitchen and began lapping at his water dish. Sandra bent down to pick up one of Franky’s toys from the floor which inadvertently caused Tone to bump up against her butt. She wiggled her ass side to side, grinding her rear into Tone’s growing erection. Tone grabbed her hips and slid the hard-on in his pants along the crack of her ass. Sandra let out a sigh of pleasure and stood up, turning around to look him in his eyes. Tone squeezed Sandra’s ass and pulled her body close to his, pressing her pillowy breasts against his chest. Leaning down, their lips met in an electrifying kiss, and his tongue explored her sweet mouth, sucking her soft tongue.
This is what she’d always dreamed of, her own black lover. The closest she’d ever come to being with a black man previously was Jonathan. He was the running back football sensation at the college she had attended. Parental influences and all the attention he was getting from other girls and the media, things just never worked out.
Sandra unbuckled Tone’s belt, unzipped his pants and with her right hand grabbed his erect cock and began to stroke his engorged member. The thickness of his shaft didn’t allow her hand to fully encircle the base of his penis.
Tone had worked his left hand between Sandra’s pantie less coochie rubbing her clit, sliding his finger between her swollen hairless pussy lips. His right hand was tweaking the erect nipples of her massive jugs. They were both breathing heavy and Tone could feel the pre-cum leaking from his cock.
Pushing Tone against the wall of the hallway, Sandra dropped to her knees to suck Tone’s massive chocolate pole. Her mouth strained to engulf his silky black snake, dripping spit down her chin in her efforts. The dark color of his skin was like an aphrodisiac to her, emitting thoughts of warmth, strength and comfort that she’d always longed for. One hand simultaneously stroked Tone’s shaft like a piston. She gagged to deep throat his swipe, while the other hand fondled his balls and massaged his prostate.
“Fuck Sandra, you’re going to make me cum!” Tone howled as his balls tightened up and the orgasm in him swelled.
“Um, hum,” Sandra moaned, continuing to pump and deep throat his cock.
“Here it comes,” Tone snarled, as torrid blast of semen erupted into Sandra’s mouth, causing her to take his dick out of her mouth momentarily to catch her breath. Tone’s dick continued to jerk in her hand spewing several more streams of jism onto her mouth, nose and chin. Strings of cum hung from her lips. With her free hand she scooped up the dripping cum, licking her fingers and palm, savoring the flavor of his chocolate shake.
“God, you taste so good. I can’t get enough of you. Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.” Sandra licked up the rest of the cum and saliva covering Tone’s dick before standing up to lead him into the bedroom, ready to let go of all inhibitions.
Tone pulled her sports top over her head releasing her giant tits and immediately started sucking her pink erect bullet-sized nipples. Sandra fell back onto her brass, four-poster bed taking Tone down with her. He worked his tongue down to her stomach discarding her damp shorts, dipping his tongue deep into her sticky box. She moaned with pleasure, arching her back, grabbing the back of his head, pressing his face against her creaming cunt. Tone’s lips were covered with pussy juice.
“Fuck me, Tone! I want you inside me!” Sandra begged.
“How bad do you want it?” Tone said, taking a step back as he stripped out of the rest of his clothes. The baggy clothes he had been wearing did not provide a clue as to what he was working with underneath. At six foot, two hundred and forty pounds, Tone’s physique resembled that of a professional bodybuilder from years of working out and doing time in the pen. His arms were twenty inches on the hang, complemented by broad hulking shoulders, slabs of steak for pecks, a little waist and sweeping quads. “You want to be my little slut?” Tone asked.
“Yeah baby, I’ll be your little slut. Just fuck me with that pretty cock of yours,” Sandra cooed. Her thighs gaped open hanging off the end of the bed, her left hand rubbing her clit, while her right hand tweaked her nipples.
Tone grabbed Sandra’s ankles, placing her calves against his chest, rubbing his cock against her steaming wet slit. The b
ulging veins in his dick would make a dope fiend envious.
“Fuck me Tone! Fuck me!” Sandra yelled, clawing Tone’s rock hard ass cheeks.“Ah, you little bitch!” Tone howled out. “Take this cock.” And with that Tone slammed his chocolate swipe deep into Sandra’s pussy. “Shihhhhiiittttt!” Sandra cried, trying to catch her breath. Tone pistoned her snatch, like a jack hammer, smacking loudly into her thighs causing her ass and titties to jiggle violently. Sandra gripped Tone’s buff arms trying to brace herself against his long stroke assault.
“Yesss, give me all that black cock! Pound this pussy! Pound this Pussssssy!” Sandra wailed. “I’m cumming!” Tone didn’t miss a stroke. Sticky, clear cream coated his balls, running down his ass crack. Sweat poured off his forehead dripping down onto Sandra’s tits and face as he leaned down to suck her tongue and bite her lip. His balls tightened up and he could feel his dick throbbing inside her sugar walls.
“Here it comes! Ummm, ahhhh!” Tone released a jetting load of spunk into her box. His orgasm lasted for what seemed like five minutes during which time he continued to pump furiously. Drenched in a sweat, but still erect, he pulled his cream covered cock out of her frothy pussy, Oozing cum dribbled out of her coochie onto the cotton bed sheets.
“Tone, that was fucking hot. Your body is so sexy, but you already know that don’t you? Women probably tell you that all the time. You must have been a professional stud in the last town you lived in, because that was definitely worth paying for. A woman could easily fall in love with a cock like that.” Tone laid down next to Sandra on the soft sheets groping her breast, rubbing against the side of her ass. “I’m going to keep it real with you, Sandra. I’m not going to sit here and lie to you and tell you that you’re the only woman I’m fucking, when you’re not. But that doesn’t mean that we can’t have something that’s real. I love to slang this cock and get paid for doing so. There are women I fuck, just because I love to fuck and then there are women I love to dick and charge. They do not mind spending the money because they have plenty of it to spend and I nonetheless enjoy their company. One thing about me, I’m not on any superficial vanity trip. I work out and take care of myself because it’s the natural thing to do, I’d pleasure a sixty or seventy year old women, tall, fat, skinny or short, with the same amount of passion as I would a twenty year old woman if she was paying. I think society is too caught up with its own double standard’s acting like it’s taboo for an older woman to date a younger man, but a guy like Hef can date three twenty year olds and it’s perfectly normal. And who’s says a full figured woman can’t be sexy? Beauty is all in the eyes of the beholder.”