Bedroom Gangster

by Big Herc

  “You know Tone, you are something else. You’re gorgeous from head to toe, and you don’t have any hang-ups. When you talk, you make a lot of sense and you’re honest. Why couldn’t I have met you back in college?”

  “Because you weren’t ready for me then, but you’re ready me now. Our meeting on the beach this morning was not coincidence. We attract that which we most desire,” Tone answered.

  “You’re right about that. I am a very sexual person, but it’s so hard to find a man out here in L.A. with all the games and bullshit guys give you. They all think they’re players but they’re either gay or married with kids and they’re lying to their wives.” Sandra squeezed the base of Tone’s dick, teasing his pisshole. “Tone, I could handle a relationship with you and I wouldn’t get mad or upset if you saw other women. As long as you came home to me every night and kept me safe, I’d be here for you. I could even introduce you to some of my well off friends and their kinky husbands that fantasize about black men. I could be your lover and your pimp!” Sandra said giggling, trying to place Tone’s cock into the entrance of her hungry pussy. Tone responded with authority, slamming his dick into Sandra’s juicy pussy.

  “Yesss, baby, I know! I know who the real pimp is! Just keep fucking me with that big black cock of yours.” She begged as Tone drilled her kitty cat in the spoon position. Their intense cycle of sex would be repeated throughout the day as they shared intimate secrets with each other getting better acquainted.

  Chapter 2

  Soaking up the warm southern California sun by the poolside in Sandra’s manicured backyard, Tone reminisced about life back in the hood Things hadn’t always been so gravy.

  A year ago Tone was living in Sacramento fresh out the federal pen. He was putting the smash down on cats and having a fling with a very rich, older European woman. He was on a mission to get paid, paper chasing, living life in the fast lane. After having done almost a decade behind bars, he was poised with a plan and determined to claw his way to the top and failure was not an option. During his bit in the Fed’s he’d befriended some Mexican ballers who had taken a liking to him. They agreed to help him finance his dream of building a porn empire if he would take care of some loose ends for them on the streets. These cats still had a few more years to do before they got out, but had a lot of uncollected Benjamin’s still on the streets .They needed someone they could trust to do the right thing. Tone was their man. If he took care of business and collected the one million dollars of outstanding debt in the hood, he would be blessed with two hundred and fifty racks to do with as he pleased. Tone knew that collecting the money wasn’t going to be a problem, he’d done collections for ballers in the past. Fresh out of the Fed’s after having done a ten year bid, he had to be careful. He was going to have to temporarily get his hands dirty.

  The streets hadn’t changed a whole lot while he was gone. Besides a few new structures and developments, everything was the same. The game was still cracking with a few of the same of old players and a lot of new hustlers making a name for themselves. Young cats were pushing big body European sedans on twenty-twos, popping e-tabs with Viagra and getting money. It didn’t take long for word to spread on the streets that Tone was out and putting in work.

  The players that owed paid up when Tone came through to collect. He had no time for excuses and took whatever they had of value as compensation for their debt. He had given his word to his friends back in the pen and was not about to let them down. No one was going to stand in the way of his dream of becoming the black Hugh Hefner. One year was the time frame he had set for himself to wrap up all his business in Sactown and bounce to L.A.

  Tricia, the sexy cougar he was seeing was just along for the ride. For her, Tone was her chocolate fantasy lover. She was living a dream and did not want to wake up. Having been previously married to a real-estate broker with two kids, Tricia had been awarded a seven figure settlement in her divorce along with the house. She had a lot of money at her disposal and was not afraid to spend it.

  Tone had always had a penchant for older women and they seemed to be naturally drawn to his rich dark chocolate complexion and mature disposition. Although Tone had grown up in the hood, he had taken the time to educate himself on the finer things in life, reading GQ, Vanity Fair, Robb Report and Architectural Digest, in addition to frequenting five star hotels and museums.

  It was on a Sunday afternoon around Christmas time and the Arden Fair Mall was packed with shoppers when Tone spotted Tricia coming out of Macy’s. She was sashaying in a sexy Gucci dress, carrying shopping bags in both hands, making her way through the mall. He knew that she was money and made it a point to make his presence known. Dressed in a white Armani Exchange ribbed tank tip, black Armani slacks, black Kenneth Cole loafers, and a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, Tone was stuntin’ and had been catching females in the mall all day. But he wasn’t looking to just lay up and fuck; he could get his rocks off with a number of fine young honey's whose digits he had access to. What he was really looking to do was knock some money.

  As Tone approached Tricia, he could tell that she was checking him out. Her eyes did a quick once over his sculpted physique and she had a smile on her face that read ‘I’m game if you are.’ Not one to miss out on an opportunity, Tone introduced himself and proceeded to make small talk with Tricia, convincing her to join him for lunch at the Peppermill. She talked and he listened, as she explained how she’d been single for the last eight years and was a little rusty with the whole dating thing. Prior to her divorce, her ex-husband and kids had been her main focus which left little time to herself.

  The alcohol in the mixed drinks had made her to loosen up and she talked openly about her cheating husband, grown kids and boring sex life. Tricia confessed that she had never been with a black man, but had fantasized about what it would be like to date outside her race. Having grown up in a strict upper class Catholic home, she had had little to no interaction with blacks. She had always enjoyed listening to soul music though and was a big fan of Marvin Gaye, Smokey Robinson and Teddy Pendergrass. The conversation gradually shifted towards sex and one thing lead to another. By six o’clock that evening, Tone was filling her tight blonde-haired pussy with his chocolate love stick.

  Tricia and Tone would become more than just lovers, and he would eventually take up residence in her spacious luxury home. Tricia’s favorite part of the day was always her workout sessions with Tone, which he insisted she do in the nude. He would have her first walk on the treadmill for at least forty-five minutes, working up a nice sweat, while he simultaneously repped out multiple sets on the machine weights. Upon completing his last set, Tone would have Tricia lay spread eagle on her back, eating out her sweaty pussy and tasty asshole. Her body would convulse with multiple orgasms until she was crying to be fucked. With his engorged member he would then pound her dripping snatch with fury, shooting his load deep into her hungry walls.

  Beyond the sex, Tricia respected Tone’s privacy and never questioned his motives or intentions. She would shop for him regularly at the finest boutiques, purchasing Versace, Cerruti, Brionni and Ralph Lauren attire. They would attend charity events, golf tournaments and art galleries together, in addition to frequenting exclusive swinger parties. Tricia laced Tone on how to cater to the needs of affluent women and the finer points of etiquette. Tone on the other hand exposed her to a sexual side of herself she never knew existed. Although they seemed worlds apart on the outside, Tricia and Tone shared a common bond of love, sex, and hedonism. She’d established a place in his heart and she in his, where each other could always turn to for peace and comfort.

  “Tone, Tone. Baby, are you asleep? I have someone here I want you to meet. This is Vivian, she is a coworker of mine and she was creaming to meet you,” Sandra said with a devious smile on her face. Vivian shoves her playfully and giggles like a school girl in heat.

  Tone’s shorts were bulging, having developed an obvious tent while he was napping. Looking up at Sandra and Vivian
from behind his Tom Ford shades, he groggily responded. “Nice to meet you,” he said standing up to shake Vivian’s hand. Vivian’s eyes were immediately drawn to Tone’s crotch. She did a once over his chiseled frame before extending her soft pedicured hand to shake his hand.

  “So, you like what you see?” Tone said suggestively, pulling down his shorts exposing his swollen black dick.

  “Oh my god,” Vivian responded excited, squeezing the bulbous crown of his swipe. “Your cock is so beautiful,” as her hand slowly pumped his shaft.

  “Why don’t you put it in your mouth,” Tone snarled, pulling Vivian by the arm towards him. He mashed his lips up against hers, and sucked her fat tongue. Tone figured Vivian to be in her early fifties. Very single and horny as hell or else Sandra wouldn’t have brought her by the house. Roughly five foot four in heels, she had dark brown shoulder length hair and brown eyes. Vivian was thin, probably a hundred and ten pounds with what appeared to be a mouth-full of titties. Her excitement revealed that she had never been with a black man before. She was more than willing to drop to her knees on the hot cement to get a taste of Tone’s black sausage. Always the gentleman Tone passed Vivian a towel for her knees, and then positioned his cock at her mouth. With both hands and her lips stretched around his dick, she worked to deep throat his thick schlong.

  “That’s it you horny bitch, suck this black cock,” Sandra chanted as she stripped down behind them. Completely naked, except for her high heels and stockings, Sandra walked over to Vivian and started taking off her clothes and playing with her nipples.

  “I hope you told her Sandra, this cock isn’t free,” Tone moaned, grabbing the back of Vivian’s head forcing his cock deeper down her throat, causing her to gag.

  “Of course she knows it’s not free. Baby I told you, I recognize who’s the Daddy,” Sandra hissed sliding a finger into Vivian’s damp panties.

  Spit and pre-cum dribbled down the sides of Vivian’s chin as she worked Tone’s cock and balls like a depraved slut. He could feel the blood rushing to his member as he neared orgasm, preparing to release a massive load.

  “Here it cummmmms, auughhh!” Tone gasped, as he spewed what seemed like a gallon of cum from his purplish plum-like balls. Vivian tried to catch all of his juice, but was forced to withdraw his cock from her mouth, leaving strings of cum hanging from her lips.

  “Sandra! You dirty bitch! How long have you been hiding the Hershey’s chocolate?” Vivian cooed.

  “Apparently too long, because you need a black cock in your life, like a diabetic needs insulin. Lie down and spread your legs apart so that Daddy can take you home,” Sandra replied. She pulled Vivian down to the towel, and grabbed her ankles spread eagle so that Tone could fuck her steamy sex hole.

  Placing his erect cum coated swipe at the entrance of Vivian’s wet coochie, Tone pressed gently against the fold of her labia. He eased his cock past her wiry bush into the walls of her hot warm tunnel.

  “Yessss, Tone! Give me all that cock,” Vivian cried, as she clawed Tone’s ass, pulling him deeper into her pleasure box.

  Sandra, not wanting to be left out, walked behind Tone and kneeled down. She licked him from his balls to asshole.

  “Ohh, auugghh, damn! You’re going to make my dick explode,” Tone howled, as his toes curling with pleasure. Sandra’s tongue darted in and around his asshole and balls. With Vivian’s pussy having adjusted to the girth of Tone’s cock, he began to work up a nice rhythm, long stroking Vivian’s coochie. He pulled out each time before slamming back into her snatch.

  “Baby, I’m going to cum! My pussy is about to cream on your dick!” Vivian wailed as her body convulsed and waves of orgasms overwhelmed her.

  “Fuuckkk! I’m cumming,” Tone yelled, as he plunged his swipe into Vivian’s pussy. Shooting a steaming load of spunk into her wetness.

  “Daddy, what about me?” Sandra whined. Her face was covered with spit and ass juice, “I’m still horny!”

  “Bend that ass over! I have something for you, you horny bitch!” Tone snarled positioning Sandra between Vivian’s cum filled pussy. “Lick my nut out of her tasty coochie! Her pussy needs a good tongue bath while I ream out your pussy and ass.” With that, Sandra licked and sucked the cum out of Vivian’s jism filed hole, while Tone probed her tantalizing anus with his tongue. The musky smell of sex, sweat and bodily fluids in the warm air was intoxicating.

  Vivian came once again. She squirted sex-cream into Sandra’s awaiting mouth, giving her a sweet cocktail of spunk and pussy nectar. Sandra on the brink of her own orgasm, came up for air pushing her ass back onto Tone’s probing tongue which was deep inside her bunghole. “Yesss, yesss,” she screamed cumming all over Tone’s fingers which simultaneously rubbed her clit. Exhausted, sweaty and sexually satisfied, Vivian, Sandra and Tone stretched out on the damp towel in a heap, they shared an erotic three way kiss, and basked in the magical moment they had just shared.

  Chapter 3

  Tone had been in the city of Angeles now for about four months and had managed to stack fifty grand. He already had hundred and fifty thousand in gold certificates stashed away in a safe deposit box. With another two hundred thousand working for him in the commodities market, he was well on his way to becoming a multi-millionaire, ballin’ with the best of them. All the talk about how L.A. was so superficial, material and full of glitz and glamour, played right into his game plan. He was going to fuck The City like a stud and bust a nut in her fat coochie. You just had to make sure that you stayed strapped up, because few were rewarded with the fame, success and happiness of having made it to the top. Most people got caught up in an illusion that became their reality. Filled with broken dreams

  Tone refused to accept failure as part of his plan. He was scheduled to meet with Sandra’s friend’s husband, Barry Goldblume, the porn tycoon at two o’clock. If this a potential business deal went well, he would be managing and marketing his own website and providing content for Allure. Tone had done his research on Allure Video and it had revenue of one hundred million a year. He knew that there was still plenty of room for growth and competitors were hot on their heels. If Mr. Goldblume bought his idea, cool, he’d parlay the opportunity to the top of the adult entertainment industry. But if not, he’d simply claw his way up the porn ranks like he had clawed his way out of the hood and create his own membership based site with affiliate programs.

  Arriving at Allure’s Van Nuys facility at about a quarter to two, Tone made sure he showed up early. He did not wanting to be late for his first meeting with the man. He had experienced L.A. traffic and knew that the 101 freeway would wreak havoc on the afternoon commute.

  Exiting the building as Tone walked in was a tall platinum blonde sporting a red Bebe t-shirt with tits the size of ripe honey dew melons. She wore white Capri pants and red three inch heels, and was accompanied by a buff white guy.

  “What’s up bro? You in the business?” the buff white guy said as Tone walked by.

  “Naw, not yet, but I’m looking to get my feet wet. What’s your name?” Tone said, pausing to shake the guy’s hand.

  “Brian, but everybody calls me Johnny Stud and this is April

  Delight. Everybody in this business has a stage name. You might want to come up with a stage name for yourself if you plan on getting down in the business. Maybe something like Trey Black. It has a nice ring to it. By the way, nice ride,” he responded, putting his key into the door of a crimson red Porsche 996.

  “Yeah, nice ride,” April remarked, getting into the passenger seat. “Maybe we could work together sometime.”

  “Sure,” Tone answered, “As a matter of fact, let me give you my card.” Tone reached into his pocket and handed April and Johnny a card.

  “I ain’t tripping player, we do this as a team. When she gets paid, I get paid. It’s all about networking in this business. By the way, here’s my card. Give me a holler sometime.”

  Johnny put the Porsche in gear and rolled down the tinted window bumping Jay-Z
as he drove off.

  Stepping into Allure’s main office, Tone was impressed with the plush layout of the interior. Glossy photos of current and past film starlets adorned the walls in chrome frames next to multiple magazine box covers and posters. A large saltwater tank sat adjacent to a wall in the waiting area. It was flanked by two black leather Italian sofas and a glass coffee table filled with Adult Video Awards.

  “May I help you,” a sexy voice asked from behind a marble covered counter.

  “Yes, you may, Beautiful,” Tone responded. The caramel complexioned sista with silky shoulder length hair smiled up at him. Her enhanced rack bulged through her form fitting white DKNY t-shirt.

  “Do you have an appointment?” she asked flirtatiously sounding like a valley girl.

  “Yeah, I have a two o’clock appointment with Barry Goldblume. My name is Tone,” he responded. In the back of his mind, he thought I could knock this honey.