by Big Herc
A couple walking by with their dog tried to peek through the windshield of the Hummer being nosey. Tone could see the woman making gestures to the man who had now pressed his face to the glass. He was using his hands to get a better look. The man couldn't see anything, so he reluctantly walked off continuing to glance over his shoulder.
Brianna climbed off of Tone’s softening cock and with a trail of semen dripping out of her snatch. After she put on her sweatpants, she licked the cum juice cocktail from around Tone’s dick and balls.
“Fuck, Brianna, I can see what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to have a brotha sprung.” Tone snarled, his cock still sensitive from the recent ride.
As they pulled up to the front of Brianna’s apartment, Tone turned down the music and dimmed the lights. It was roughly eight o’clock at night and the surrounding streets were alive with action as people prepared to indulge in the Hollywood nightlife. Where most other cities had nothing going on during the week, the City of Angels was popping with movers and shakers. Hollywood celebrities, hustlers, gangsters and squares were all looking for some excitement. Every day was a red carpet event.
“So do you wanna come up and hang out for a while? We can order some pizza and watch a movie. I know you’re hungry.” Brianna asked nonchalantly, grabbing her bag, exiting the Hummer.
“I would love to but I have a few things I need to take care of. For starters, I need to go online and find me a spot. I’m staying with a friend right now and it’s cool and but I need a place of my own with a little more room.” He really wanted to come up and kick it but things were moving fast and he had to stay on top of his game.
“Well call me tomorrow and I’ll roll with you go check out apartments. You could always use a woman’s perspective,” Brianna said somewhat disappointed. It had been a while since she’d spent time with a man at home and Tone seemed so different. She could feel an instant attraction to him but didn’t want to scare him off by being too aggressive.
“You know you’re right. I could use a woman’s perspective.
I’ll call you in the morning and we’ll do breakfast before we roll. Besides, you can let me know what areas are cool since I don’t know the city that well. Brianna wrote down her number and was about to get out of the truck when Tone grabbed her gently by the back of her head and pulled her towards him. She offered no resistance allowing their lips to meet in an electrifying deep wet kiss.
“Tomorrow,” Brianna said smiling, visibly happy as she exited the truck walking away towards her apartment entrance.
“Tomorrow,” Tone shouted grinning, turning up the beat in his Hummer, He was slumping E-Forty through the fifteen inch Punch sub woofers.
Tone navigated through bumper to bumper traffic down La Brea Boulevard towards Sunset seeing what he could get into. Wanna-be-models, actors, hookers, ballers, pimps, and club-goers cruised the streets in everything from Ferrari's to Benz’s. In a city where money reigned supreme, it was all about the floss. Botox, fake tits, big rims, butt implants, steroids, cocaine, and ecstasy, it was all superficial. If you were not playing, you were getting played. Hustle or be hustled. L.A. was no joke.
“Hey what’s up,” a couple of sista’s hollered out in a passing gold Lexus sittin’ on twenty-two’s. It was normal for Tone to get this kind of attention while out rolling in his ride. It was a baller’s ride and a lot of women saw the car as an opportunity to come up, but Tone knew the game and wasn’t about to get played. The women he knocked that he knew were strictly into his car, never made it past his SUV. He fucked them right in the backseat and kept it pushing. Since they so badly desired to fuck his car, he fucked then in his car.
Coming to a stop at a traffic light at the corner of Sunset and Fairfax, a couple of young hookers tried to get his attention whistling, waving at his ride. One of the hookers was a high yellow sista with green eyes, long wavy brown hair, and a big ass. The other was a pale white girl, with sort of dirty blonde hair and exceptionally large natural breast. Tone guessed their ages to be around eighteen or nineteen years and by the way they walked in their high heels he could tell that they didn’t have much experience on the stroll.
“What’s up ‘lil mamas? I see you’re out here looking fine and all, but I am not down with the tricking. I slang cock myself.” Tone yelled out at the girls quickly approaching the H1 trying to catch him before the light turned green.
“Can we get a ride with you please? We aren’t trying to sell you any pussy, we just want to roll and get off this strip before our fake ass pimp comes back and the police make their rounds again.”
The high yellow sista had a country accent and the white girl was in tow looking desperate.
“Hop in, but you better not be with no funny shit, because I am not the one,” Tone said sternly, popping the locks on the doors.
The sista climbed into the front seat and the white girl got into the back. With tears practically running down her cheeks, the sista said, “We’re not going to rob you or do anything scandalous like that; we just want to get off the streets. We’ve been out here for a week and don’t have any money to show for. Every time we make a few dollars, our pimp, Money Mike, comes and takes it. He says he’s checking his traps and makes us give up all our money.
This nigga tricked us into coming out here with him from South Carolina. He claimed that he had connections in the porn industry, and then when we got out here he switched it up on us. He says that we have to start off on the strip first before we can get into the movies so that we have some experience.”
Rolling down the strip, Tone listened to the sista ramble on about their stay in L.A. and what they had gone through dealing with this cat Money Mike, a wanna be pimp. He also came to find out that the sista’s name was Pam and her friend’s name was Jennifer. They were both barely eighteen years young. Neither one of them really had any family. They had been raised in a group home together from a young age. Pam was more of the dominate one out of the two and from the conversation, and tried to look out for Jennifer as much as she could. Jennifer acted shy, but Tone new better. The shy ones were usually cold freaks in the bed.
Tone had Pam call the motel room where they were staying at to see If Money Mike answered the phone, but it just kept on ringing. The last thing he needed was to catch a case over some fake as pimp. He swung by the Best Western in Hollywood, while the girls ran inside and picked up their belongings. From there, Tone took Laurel Canyon back to the Valley turning off onto Ventura Boulevard, looking for a decent hotel he could put the girls in for the night. He checked them into a twin suite at the Travel Man’s Lodge and ordered two large meat lovers pizzas with pineapple juice, which the girls devoured. They ate like they hadn't ate in days, stuffing themselves.
“Thank you Tone, thank you,” the girls said repeatedly between bites, giggling, and flirting. Pam had stripped down to her bra and panties and was sitting on the bed with her legs spread wide open facing Tone. Sitting in the chair across from the bed, he was able to get a clear view of her unshaven hairy pussy. Jennifer on the other hand had taken up position on the floor in just her red g-string and was rubbing her feet against Tone’s crotch.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Tone said wickedly.
“Who said anything about not finishing,” Jennifer retorted, easing from the floor to Tone's tented pants. When she pulled them down, his cock sprang forward hitting her on the lips. She wasted no time trying to deep throat his sausage, slurping and slobbering. Saliva dripped down the corners of her mouth.
“You little slut! You're going to have to share that dick,” Pam snarled in mid-bite. She tossed her pizza crust onto the floor and crawled across the bed to join Jennifer sucking on Tone’s dick. They took turns deep throating Tone’s cock, and French kissed in between swapping saliva back and forth.
Tone got more comfortable and took off the rest of his clothes, moving over to the middle of the bed. Placing a condom on his engorged pole, Tone ha
d Jennifer climb on top of his cock reverse cowgirl position. Her sparsely haired, wet, glove-like pussy, had a strong natural scent that turned him on. It actually made his cock grow harder in her pussy.
“Pam, I want you to suck on my balls and lick on Jennifer’s clit, while I fuck her sweet pussy,” Tone barked. He pumped Jennifer up and down his cock, gripping her by the ass cheeks. Pam wasted no time crawling between their legs, going to work. She sucked on Tone’s balls and licked Jennifer’s clit just like he asked.
“Oh fuck Tone, I’m cumming!, I’m cumming!” Jennifer screamed, discharging white frothy cum all over Tone’s condom. Pam did her best to clean up the cum with her tongue.
After Jennifer’s orgasm subsided, Pam told Jennifer to move aside so that she could get hers. She got on her hands and knees and told Tone to fuck her from behind, which Tone gladly obliged. Pam’s big round yellow ass was a work of art and Tone created his own masterpiece as he pounded her jiggling butt. Jennifer had taken up position beneath Tone between his legs, licking at his asshole and nuts.
“Yes, Daddy, yes! Fuck this pussy! Cum for me baby, make me cum!” Pam begged, covered in sweat.
Tone could feel himself getting ready to explode, so he sped up his pace, fucking like a rabbit. He pistoned Pam’s pussy to the point where she was fighting to catch her breath.
“Ohhhh, shitttt! I’m cumming!” Pam moaned, pushing her face into the sheets. Her legs had given out from the torrid thrusting of Tone's cock and she collapsed completely onto the bed.
“Ahhhgghh, shitttt!” Tone yelled, slamming all the way into Pam’s juicy pussy. He flooded the condom with a load of hot nut. Sweaty and exhausted, he eased his still sensitive cock out of her snatch and rolled over onto his back.
Jennifer, not wanting to let the leaking sperm go to waste, crawled up and sucked the remaining spillage from Tone’s cock. She made his toes curl and he had to fight back the urge to holler out like a bitch. Smelling like sex, sweat, and pussy, Jennifer, Pam and Tone fell asleep in each other’s arms. They had consummated an unsaid pact which brought them all closer. Tone shared some of his life experiences with them as they lay in bed together and the girls asked question after question. They tried to gain more insight into the man that had taken them in and showed them love. It felt good to have someone they could trust in a city that showed no love.
Chapter 5
Tone was sound asleep when he was awakened by the sound of his cell phone ringing. Disorientated by his unfamiliar surroundings, he smiled to himself looking down at the beautiful naked women lying beside him. Pam and Jennifer, fine, young, hot and ready to go. The previous nights revel of unrestrained sexual indulgence had left them worn out, snoring like babies. Neither one of them showed any signs of waking up as Tone stumbled out of bed searching for his phone tossed on the floor. The room was still dark, so he knew it had to be early in the morning. Locating the phone underneath the bed, he checked the caller ID saw that Sandra had called. He immediately called her back.
“Hello baby! I was worried about you when you didn’t come home last night or call,” Sandra said sounding worried. “I’d heard about your performance on the set from Tiffany and she said that Barry was impressed with the proposal you left him. They want us to stop by Saturday for dinner.”
“That’ll work. I was going to go apartment hunting today to look for place. I also picked up a couple of new friends yesterday and I think that they would make a nice addition to our family,” Tone said gently squeezing Jennifer and Pam’s ass.
“Don’t worry about finding a place; a client of mine has a house for rent you can move into for nothing down. It's three thousand a month and that includes utilities and a gardener once a week. He just wants to make sure that whoever moves in doesn’t trash the place. It’s over off of Stonewater Canyon in Bel Air in a very private area. Perfect for what you’re looking for. Meet me at the Four Seasons for lunch at around two and I’ll have the keys on me. We can swing by the place after we eat and you can decide whether or not you want to move in. I think he also told me that the house was already furnished.” Sandra expressed excitedly. Her pussy was wet with anticipation and she looked forward to their afternoon rendezvous. She was addicted to Tone’s big black cock.
“I’ll be there, Love, just make sure you make reservations for five. I want you to meet my new friends. See you then, I miss you.” Tone commented, still half asleep, playing with Jennifer’s nipple.
“I miss you too baby,” Sandra cooed, getting ready for work doing her hair and putting on makeup.
“Hanging up the phone, Tone cuddled up between the girls, drifting off to sleep, dreaming of big plans in a big city. A few hours later he was roused by the warm sensation of Pam’s mouth wrapped around his hardening cock. She was sucking and stroking his engorged member simultaneously like her life depended on it.
Jennifer emerged from the bathroom with a grin on her face and walked over to one of the bags lying next to the bed and pulled out a strap on dildo. “Now who's the slut? I can see that I’m going to have to put your hot ass in check since you want to just go dick crazy,” Jennifer ranted. She strapped on the eight inch dildo, and positioning herself behind Pam’s ass which was tooted in the air.
Squeezing some lube onto the rubber cock, she teased the entrance of Pam’s puckered anus, and then plowed the rubber phallus deep into her kitty cat.
“Ummmm,” Pam moaned, damn near chocking on Tone’s dick which she had lodged past her tonsils.
“Fuck that bitch Jennifer! Show me what you’re working with,” Tone yelled wickedly. He wanted to see what kind of fuck skills Jennifer was working with.
Jennifer held onto Pam’s hips, and started pumping the fake penis in and out of her twat like a mad woman. Pam’s head was moving back and forth like a bobble head doll to the point where she could no longer focus on sucking Tone’s dick due to the assault.
Tone peeped out the demo Jennifer was putting down on Pam and slid off the bed with his pipe swinging between his legs. Strapping on a condom, he situated himself behind Jennifer’s pale, petite booty and slammed his monstrous sausage into her steaming pussy.
“Oh god, yes! Tone fuck me with your big black cock and make me cum, while I bang this bitch,” Jennifer hissed. She stopped mid-stroke so that she could synchronized her strokes with Tone's. Soon they were fucking like they were connected at the hips.
Tone long-stroked Jennifer’s musky twat, smacking his heavy balls against her wet pussy, while Jennifer smacked her hips against Pam’s ass, driving the rubber dick deeper into her sex pot. Whimpers of pleasure could be heard escaping the pillow as Pam buried her face. She was cumming in waves. The sheets left on the bed were soaked with sweat and bodily fluids.
Each stroke sent a shuddering climax through Jennifer’s body as the strap on rubbed against her erect clit.
“I’m cumming you little sluts! I’m cumming,” Tone howled, driving the full length of his pulsating cock into Jennifer’s tunnel. His orgasm was so intense he thought his cock was going to literally explode. He pulled out and fell back on the bed. His penis was still twitching inside the filled condom.
Jennifer was breathing hard and still flushed from having climaxed her damn self. Pulling the rubber cock out of Pam’s puffy kitty cat, she unstrapped the dildo and crawled up next to Tone, resting in his arms.
Pam was wore the fuck out, but clearly satisfied. She rolled over between Jennifer and Tone and hugged them both. She then kissed them, whispering that she loved them.
They all dozed off for a short nap, then got into the shower, soaping each other up. Lots of fondling, kissing and rubbing was going on while they soaped up each other’s wet bodies. Pam couldn’t resist the urge to take Tone's cock in her mouth, so she squatted down in front of Tone and began slobbering on his black knob. Jennifer was standing behind Tone playing with his ass, when she too dropped down to her knees spreading Tone’s butt cheeks, rimming out his as crack with her tongue.
> With both Pam and Jennifer working his cock and rectum, it wasn’t long before he was cumming down Pam’s hot mouth, and hollering like a bitch. Feeling a sense of overwhelming pleasure his knees damn near buckled.
“Damn you two are no joke! We haven’t even kicked the day off yet and I’ve busted two nuts. I can see that we’re going to have a lot of fun and make a lot of money,” Tone remarked, bracing himself against the shower wall.
“When our man takes care of us, we take care of our man,” Pam snarled, standing up. She held Jennifer's hand as she helped her stand up with a big grin on her face.
“We know how to be down for you, Tone,” Jennifer voiced. They shared a three way kiss exchanging tongues and swapping saliva.
Finishing up his shower, Tone called up the front desk and booked the room for the rest of the week and then called up Brianna, reminding her of their breakfast engagement. She sounded enthusiastic and talked a mile a minute. She said that she could be ready in about forty-five minutes, so to stop by when he got ready. Tone let her know that he would be on his way and hung up the phone to get dressed. Pam and Jennifer were primping in the bathroom mirror, putting on makeup and doing their hair. They both looked sexy, dressed in fashionable Versace outfits. They'd picked them up on Rodeo Drive on one of the only shopping trips Money Mike had took them on when they first got to LA.
Tone, always the dapper don, sprayed himself with some exotic body spray, put on one of his tailored cream colored Zegna suits and slipped on a pair of matching snake skin Mauri loafers. A classic Patek Philippe complimented his outfit, with a platinum custom bracelet. “You have to always look like a million bucks when you roll around this town,” Tone thought to himself. “You never knew who you might run across in traffic and appearance is everything.”