Wednesday-Newberry's day. Lotte rang for Ilse, then pulled off her thin black negligee and hung it in the closet. She was stretched out naked on the waterbed when the maid entered a moment later.
"Yes, madam?" Ilse said, always attentive to her mistress' needs. She was young and pretty and a perfect companion for Lotte, who did not have many women friends. The fact that Ilse had saved her life when Lotte slashed her wrists after Edward's death created a bond between them that could never be broken. Lotte loved Ilse, and she was certain that Ilse loved her just as much.
"Bring the molasses, Ilse. I am in that mood today."
A knowing smile touched the maid's lips. "This must be Newberry's day, madam. I can always tell from the mood you are in. Last week it was the dildo you made me strap on."
"You are very perceptive, Ilse. Newberry puts very strange cravings in my head. But I luf them. That is vy I invite him to my chamber every week. "
"Very good, madam. I will bring you the molasses."
The dutiful maid left and returned quickly with a jar of molasses and a ladle from the kitchen.
"Good, Ilse. Now you do it yourself."
The maid seated herself on the edge of the waterbed and began to dip the ladle into the molasses.
"No," Lotte objected. "Vit your hands, Ilse. I vant to feel you caress my body vit your hands."
Ilse laughed. "It is not Saturday, madam. Though I wish it were, of course."
"Do not vorry, my darling. Saturday vill still belong to you."
"You are a wonderful mistress," Ilse said, dipping her fingers into the jar of molasses and beginning to massage Lotte's left breast.
"Vit both hands," Lotte said.
The obedient maid dipped her other hand in the molasses, then cupped one over each of her mistress' breasts. She massaged the beautiful fleshy mounds with loving expertise, taking her pleasure from the contented smile of her madam's lovely face.
"You haf vunderful hands, Ilse," Lotte told her with a dreamy voice, her eyes closed and her lips still curled into a smile. "Now massage my cunt, darling. "
"Yes, madam. With delight."
She scooped up molasses into each hand from the rapidly emptying jar and began to massage her mistress' crotch. She smeared Lotte's pubic hair with the sticky syrup, then spread wide the mouth of her cunt and scooped a glob inside.
"My ass now, Ilse."
Lotte turned onto her stomach. She had put a sheet over the waterbed to keep from smearing it with the sticky molasses.
Ilse smeared her buttocks with the gooey substance and wriggled her sticky finger inside her mistress' ass hole.
"Is that enough, madam?" she asked.
"Perfect," Lotte said. "Thank you, IIse. Now bring in Horst."
"Of course, madam," Ilse hesitated. Then she said, "Would it be all right, madam, if I were to take my pleasure from your ass before I go after Horst?"
"You may do as you like, Ilse," Lotte told her fondly. "You know I luf you, darling."
"And I love you, my beautiful mistress," the maid said, pressing her lips to Lotte's buttocks and giving each a sticky kiss in turn. She licked her madam's ass until the sweet molasses was cleaned from around her anus, then re-applied it from what remained in the jar and said, "Thank you, madam. I will bring in Horst now."
"Good, Ilse. He has not been fed today, I hope."
"Never before six. I am sure he will be in good appetite for you."
Lotte was still lying on her stomach with her eyes closed, half drowsing, as the maid returned with Horst on a leash. The eighty pound German Shepherd lunged against the restraining collar as his nostrils caught the sweet scent of molasses and he understood what was waiting for him on the waterbed.
"Easy, you bad dog," Ilse reprimanded. "You have not been invited yet, Horst."
"Release him," Lotte said, not bothering to open her eyes.
Ilse unsnapped the leash from the collar and the large animal pranced straight to the waterbed, hopped up onto it, and nuzzled Lotte's buttocks with its nose. A long tongue flicked out, licked the honey from its nostrils, it sneezed once, then commenced to lap the plentiful layer of molasses from Lotte's buttocks. The beautiful, wellgroomed dog worked its tongue into her crack and delved into her bung hole in search of the sweet honey Ilse had planted there with her finger.
Soon the molasses was gone from her backside and Horst began to nuzzle Lotte's crotch, trying to lap up the sweet honey between her legs.
"Don't tickle, Horst," Lotte said with a giggle. She was barely able to turn onto her back before the excited dog was licking at the sticky, matted hairs around her cunt.
Ilse was standing near, watching with an envious expression on her face as Horst thrust his muzzle into her mistress' honeyed quim and dug out the tasty molasses she had secreted there. Lotte held the mouth of her cunt open with her fingers for the dog's deeper entry.
"Join us, Ilse!" she told her maid. "You don't know vat you are missing!"
In a flash Ilse had stripped off her uniform and underthings and was smearing what remained of the jar of molasses onto her quim and breasts. Soon she was on the waterbed, her thighs entwined with those of her mistress as the lucky dog took turns lapping at the two lovely ladies' honey-coated twats.
When all the molasses had been devoured from their crotches, Horst moved up to their breasts. Standing between the two women, he licked first one and then the other, hardly knowing which of the bounteous offerings was sweetest.
"Don't bite, Horst," Ilse reprimanded as the hungry dog nibbled at one of her nipples.
"Such a vunderful dog," Lotte said. "Look, Ilse!"
"Goodness," the think we are going animal!"
Indeed, the aroused dog's red, moist prick was extended a good four inches from its scabbard.
"Not tonight, my handsome German dog," Lotte said. "Tonight I vill be raped by a big black cock, not your little red thing. Enough Ilse. Take him away."
"Immediately, madam," the maid said.
She attached the leash to Horst's collar and dragged him unwillingly from the room. When she returned for her clothes she asked Lotte, "Would the madam like me to bathe her before her guest arrives?"
"No, Ilse. I think to be raped I need not be so clean. I vill let you bathe me afterwards. Perhaps ve maid replied with a giggle. "I to be raped by this beautiful shall sleep together tonight."
"Very good, madam," Ilse said with a pleased smile and turned to go.
"In the meantime my pretty one, you may take Horst to your room and entertain yourself as you wish."
"Thank you, madam," Ilse replied brightly.
When the time for Newberry's arrival neared, Lotte prepared for bed. She put on sheer black panties and an equally thin nightgown. Both were made of the finest, sexiest Japanese silk. Her ample mounds of shapely tit were clearly visible through the gossamer fabric, the twin pink nipples jutting outward, with a slight upward tilt, like tiny erected penises. Even the triangular patch of golden brown hair that sheltered the archway of her crotch was invitingly, tantalizingly obvious.
Traces of molasses were still smeared in her pubic hairs and breasts, causing the silk clothing to cling to her erogenous parts somewhat uncomfortably, especially when she moved. It was as though her tits and hairs and the sensual lips of her cunt were stuck to flypaper. But the discomfort was merely a counterpoint of eroticism to the excitement elicited by the realization that soon Newberry would add his own mouth and cock juices to the diverse brew.
The anticipation caused Lotte's own juices to ooze from her vaginal funnel. Soon the crotch of her panties was soggy, as though she were a baby who had just wet its diaper.
The thought of Newberry stirred a different kind of excitement in Lotte from the way she anticipated her other lovers. She had met the huge Negro with his coal black skin not through friends or during a party. Fate had brought them together in a unique way.
Lotte had returned to her BMW sedan with an armload of packages one day after spending the afternoon shopping. A heavy rain was falling and she was already soaked. In her eagerness to extract the keys from her purse, the packages slipped from her arms and fell to the rain puddled asphalt with a splash.
"Look to me like you needs some help, lady," a deep voice said from behind her, startling her.
"Oh, yes!" Lotte gasped, whirling around and brushing water from her eyes. The large Negro frightened her momentarily, but before she could object or consider the possibilities of rape and robbery he was already bending over, scooping the packages into his wrestler-muscled arms.
"Thank you. If you would kindly put them in the trunk," Lotte said, quickly fishing out the keys and opening the lid.
When the bundles were safely inside, the black man closed the lid and said with a smile, "Now how bouts a ride, lady. I been waitin' for the bus, but they don't seem to come when it's rainin'."
Despite her trepidations Lotte could not very well refuse him a ride after the help he had volunteered, so she told him to get in.
"Where can I take you?" she asked.
"Jus' whichever direction you'se headed. I ain't too particler. I jus' wants to get outta the rain."
This nebulous reply increased Lotte's uneasiness. She felt convinced now that she had made a mistake in allowing this giant of a black man to ride along with her. Of course, she reminded herself, if his intentions were unlawful he could have physically forced his wishes on her anyway. So perhaps in the long run it was best that she was acting friendly instead of obstinate.
"Vat is your name?" Lotte asked, trying to make conversation to hide her growing fears.
"You kin jus' call me Newberry," the burly black man replied.
"That iss a strange name, Newberry. I haf never heard it before."
"Yeah, well I bet yours is kinda strange too, considerin' that for'ner's accent you got."
"My name iss Lotte."
Newberry laughed. "Lotta what? Lotta money?" His eyes took in the expensive interior of the car, the fine clothes she was wearing-the succulent (equally expensive, he probably thought) body beneath the clothes. "Yessirree, you must be Lotta Money. Jus' how come you for'ners comes to this country 'n makes all kinds uh money? 'N us poor black folks been here four hundred years and can't make a dime to buy a twenty cent cuppa coffee?"
"I vas a poor country girl in Germany," Lotte said, feeling her limbs wax limp with inrushing fear. "But I had the gut fortune to marry an American who vas not so poor."
Newberry grinned contemptuously. "Yessir, these rich white Mister Charley's! They ain't satisfied with they own milky ofay cunts. They gots to lure our good lookin' black women onto the ends of they cocks 'n then go over to Europe and grab up you good lookin' forin cunts too. It's a good thing so many white womens in this country get raped. If it wasn't for that they wouldn't have no sex atall!"
Newberry laughed a deep, mirthful laugh that sent chills down Lotte's spine. There could be no doubt about his intentions now.
"I think you should better get out," Lotte said, pulling over to the curb and stopping the car. Her intention was to grab the door handle and jump out, leaving him with the car and her purse, but at least escaping with her life. She did not get the chance, however.
"See this?" Newberry said, and Lotte's eyes froze on the muzzle of the revolver he now pointed at her from his lap. "I think maybe you better cut the shit 'njus' keep on drivin'. You dig?"
Lotte pulled the car back onto the street. "I vill do as you say. It vill not be necessary to use the gun. "
"You gonna get a gun all right, cunt. One's bigger 'n blacker than this one!" He scooted across the seat to her so that their hips and thighs were touching. His coarse Levi's were uncomfortable against the tender flesh of her bare leg. He was still wet from the rain and the cold contact with her warm nudity below the hemline of her mini-skirt sent an icy chill down her spine.
"Where you want it?" Newberry asked with a lewd grin. "In the woods where you'll get'cher ass all muddy? Or how 'bouts your own pad? I ain't too fussy 'bout where I fuck you white cunts."
"Since I haf zee choice," Lotte said with a tightly-controlled, emotionless voice, "I prefer zee rape in a dry bed, if you don't mind."
"I was hopin' you'd say that. I don't like wrestlin' round in the cold mud myself. Now there ain't nobody else at your pad, is they? Like a husband or maid or somepin. Cause like they say, two's company 'n three's a crowd. 'N my trigger finger gets awful itchy in a crowd."
"There iss no one," Lotte said, this being Ilse's day off.
Newberry laid his hand on Lotte's thigh and squeezed with increasing pressure. "You 'n me's gonna have lots uh fun, Miss Lotta Money. I'se raped lots uh white cunts, 'n they all has a ball!"
A deep basso chuckle broke from his throat.
"You are hurting my leg," Lotte said, wincing from the pain of his vice-like grip.
"Sorry bout that," Newberry said, releasing the pressure on her thigh. "I sure 'nough don't want to spoil no merchandise. Not 'til it's out of the package, leastways."
When they reached Lotte's luxurious apartment building she parked the BMW in the underground garage and led the huge black man up the back stairway to her suite. Because of his size and the deadly revolver he carried in his jacket pocket, she did not even consider making an effort to escape. She resigned herself to the rape and robbery and hoped only to come out of the dangerous predicament with her life.
"You live high on the hog," Newberry said with a bitter contempt in his voice. "Maybe I ought to find me a rich white cunt to shack up with. You ain't thought of gettin' rid of your old man has you?"
Lotte led him into the bedroom without offering a reply and closed the door. "You vant I should remove my clothes?" she asked.
"I don't need no help," Newberry said. He grabbed the front of her blouse in his set of bear's paws and pulled it apart. Buttons flew across the room in every direction. With a couple more violent jerks the blouse was off and he flung it on the floor.
Lotte shivered as she stood before him, her breasts infinitely vulnerable inside the transparent pink brassiere. His enormous weight dwarfed her fragile body.
"You do not haf to be so rough," she said, tears beginning to swell in her eyes.
Newberry's lips curled into a satanic grin. "Don't start cryin' yet, Miss Lotta Money. I been treatin' you gentle so far!"
He licked his lips with anticipation as he stared at his beautiful captive's luscious tits. Lotte's own eyes were fastened to the huge bulge inside her vanquisher's pants. She had heard stories of the large cocks black men are supposed to have. And a black man of this enormous size! It terrified her to think of such a cock being thrust inside her body. Was it possible to hold such a monstrous weapon? And weapon was the only word she could think of to adequately describe it. Surely he would rip her tiny cunt apart!
Suddenly her captor inserted his fingers inside the straps of her bra and pulled the clasps apart with his strong hands. He flung the frail article across the room. Before Lotte knew what was happening he had grabbed her voluptuous tits in each of his hands. The animal strength of his fingers dug into the flesh muscles of her breasts with a terrible pain.
"Aaahhhh!" Lotte cried. "Don't. Please."
He iss crushing them, she told herself. Before he iss finished he vill rip my poor titties off!
The black tormentor's only response to her pleas was a broad, sadistic grin. He increased the vice-like pressure and said, "Unzip my fly, bitch. You scream one more time-'n I'll tear your ofay body apart. You dig?"
Lotte was in too much pain to say anything.
"You dig?" Newberry repeated, his fingers digging deeper into her bruised muscles.
"Ye… ye… yes," Lotte muttered after supreme effort.
"Good. Good. Now you do what I say 'n unzip my fly."
Lotte's numbed reflexes fumbled with the zipper. It stuck halfway down and she began to panic. The terrible pain in her breasts rippled like waves of electricity through the rest of her body. Finally the zipper was all the way down.
"Now unfasten my pants 'n pull um down. Then pull my drawers down too!"
She did as he ordered. Amidst her pain and terror his semi-erect cock seemed as large as she had imagined. It was perhaps seven inches long and as thick as a flashlight. It hung between his legs like the horses' cocks she had seen on her father's farm, except this one was black as night.
"Now blow me a tune, Miss Lotta Money," her tormentor growled. "Make me come inside your white trash mouth!"
As she took the heavy penile hose in both of her hands and raised it to her mouth, she felt his grip on her breasts suddenly vanish. Then she heard a metallic click as he slipped the revolver from his jacket pocket and cocked the hammer. He pressed the muzzle of the pistol to her forehead and said, "You better hum good, bitch. There ain't no tellin' what little flash of anger might tighten my finger on this here trigger."
Lotte was conscious of nothing but the cold steel pressure of the revolver against her forehead as she encircled the fleshy black bullet-shaped head of his prick with her mouth and began to suck. She gave him the blow-job of her life, knowing that her life depended on it. She slid her lips up and down the shaft of his thick dong, exerting a suction pressure with her cheeks and lightly chafing his aroused flesh with her teeth. His pelvis thrusts rammed the meaty prick far to the back of her throat.
After a while Lotte switched techniques. She held the cock in her hands and nibbled at the sensitive flesh on the underside, below the head. His prick jumped around in her hands like a powerful fire hose.
"Lawdy, Lawdy!" the black man groaned. "Jus' keep on keepin' on, honey. You oughta be sellin' this stuff on the street!"
Lotte was beginning to realize how she might buy her life from this ghetto monster. Perhaps she could make herself too valuable to be killed. Not by selling herself on the street as he suggested, but there were other, easier ways.
"My back hurts," she pleaded. "I vant to get on my knees."
"Go ahead," the black man said. "But jus' remember I got this gun at your head, jus' in case you stop ticldin' my fancy!"
Lotte dropped to her knees and felt the steel mouth of the revolver jab at the back of her head, forcing her face into the Negro's sweaty crotch. Her tongue flicked out and licked his scrotum. The taste was acrid, unclean. But the muskyness aroused her with the same cuntal excitement as Sanchez' unbathed balls. She began to lap greedily at the coarse skin of Newberry's black bag. She grasped the strong muscular thighs in her hands and buried her face in his inviting crotch.
She sucked and licked with greater ferocity as fear loosened its grip on her nerves. This angry, violence-festered Negro after all was merely a man, and she had never failed to satisfy a man's erotic desires. By soothing the savage beast, perhaps she could ensnare her captor in his own trap.
"Oh, eat me, baby," the wilting giant groaned. "You make me feel sogooood!"
Lotte licked and nibbled his sack until it was slippery with her own saliva. Taking his cock in her hands once more she inserted the meaty tube into her mouth and chewed on it as though it were a stick of licorice. She could feel the heavy throbbing against her lips and tongue, forcing the milky jism farther up the shaft of his gasping cock. Her own cuntal juices were seeping down her thighs as she awaited the onslaught of hot come inside her mouth.
"Faster!" Newberry's basso voice bellowed. "Faster, goddammit. She's about to blow!"
Lotte fucked him faster with her mouth, clamping her lips tightly around the shaft and scraping it harshly with her teeth. Suddenly her mouth was filled with liquid heat. It poured down her throat like an endless river of molten licorice, as though his prick itself were melting.
"Yoweeee," Newberry cried. "Eat me, baby. Eat it all!"
Lotte must have ingested a pint of the hot jism before it stopped coming. Then she squeezed his cock, from the bottom of the shaft right up to his pee hole, forcing out the last transparently white drops of sticky semen. She lapped them up with her tongue as they slid down the slippery head of his prick.
"You 'n me's gonna have some fun, Miss Lotta Money," the black man said, reaching down with his arms and lifting her off the floor. Suddenly she was sailing through the air. He had tossed her slight body as though she were a small puppy. By the time she finished bouncing on the waterbed he was already undressed and hovering over her like a giant black bear, about to attack his helpless victim.
"What kinda pretty things you got inside them fancy clothes," he said with a leering grin. "I knows you got some nice jugs, honey. Let's see if you'se just as nice all the way down!"
He grabbed her skirt in his paws and ripped it apart at the zipper, tossed it aside, then grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down her squirming legs.
"I do not know vy you haf to be so rough," Lotte objected. "I vant you to fuck me!"
"You vant me to fuck you, does you?" Newberry mocked with a coarse laugh. "That don't cut no ice, lady. Us niggers always treats they women rough. Didn't you know that?"
He spread her legs apart and glared at the pink labial folds that were oozing with Lotte's cuntal juices.
"Now ain't that a gorgeous sight for some poor nigger's tired eyes? Yes indeed, we's gonna have some fun tonight!"
He slipped his hands under Lotte's thighs and forced her legs up to her chest. The whiskers of his unshaven face scraped the inside thighs as he nuzzled his face in her snatch. His tongue was like a rasping chisel as it filed a groove inside the narrow slit of her runt. The venereal wine was flowing freely, oozing from deep inside her lascivious cavity and draining out of its narrow fissure. Newberry's tongue lapped the fruity wine into his mouth as he reamed the walls of Lotte's aroused snatch.
"Let me on top," she said. "I vant your tongue to fuck me deep!"
Newberry rolled onto his back and Lotte straddled his face, pressing her squim into his mouth. He gripped her buttocks with his powerful hands and forced her cunt down even harder against his gnashing lips and teeth.
"Oooooh!" Lotte groaned with pleasure as her tender labia were gnawed ferociously.
Newberry chewed and pulled on her cuntal lips, increasing their sensitivity to a fever pitch. He alternately bit, tugged and lashed them with his tongue, bringing Lotte to the brink of a climax. When his teeth clamped down on her clitty and held it vice-like as his tongue thrashed it, her cunt exploded with fireworks. She raised up and sat on his mouth as hard as she could, then wriggled her hips from side to side as though trying to grind her snatch into hamburger meat inside the sharp blades of his teeth.
When the long climax subsided, Lotte's raw cunt was feverish with pain from the eating it had taken. Newberry continued to gnaw at it, sending shock waves of agony through her entire body.
"No more eating please. It hurts. Fuck me with your strong tongue!"
Newberry clamped down on her clitty once more, just as a reminder of who was running this show, then did as she suggested. His tongue wriggled between the swollen, ultra-sensitive lips of her cunt like a snake seeking shelter from a storm. It rubbed cozily against the juicy walls of her venereal tunnel, stretching its length as it slithered farther into the hollowed recesses of her vagina. Then the rigid prong began to slide in and out of Lotte's slippery cunt, caressing its velvety membrane.
As the thrill of vaginal orgasm increased inside her pussy, Lotte took Newberry's thick cock in her hands. As though it were an ice cream cone, she held it and licked its creamy black head. Such a vunderful chocolate ice cream, she thought. She reamed his pee hole with the tip of her tongue, tasting the residue of his bitter-sweet come. Suddenly she felt the urgent desire to have this black pound of meat shoved up her cunt. She wanted to feel that hot jism splash against the door of her womb. She had never fucked with anyone as big as this black man and she wanted to feel the weight of his two hundred and fifty pounds crash against her pelvis with every penile thrust.
"Fuck me," Lotte said as the snake of a tongue continued to slither in and out of her slit. "I vant to feel your magnificent chocolate cock in my pussy!"
Newberry gripped her hips in his powerful hands and lifted her off his mouth, holding her body at arms length in the air. With a quick twist of his wrists, he tossed her onto her back on the waterbed. This was a mistake, as it set up a tidal wave of turbulence inside their watery cushion. As Newberry maneuvered around to straddle her the rollicking waves tossed them both to and fro atop the billowy mattress.
"How do you make this fuckin' thing stop," Newberry's deep voice rasped. He was on his hands and knees, trying to retain his balance as the quick waves of the enormous waterbed slapped at him and pushed his heavy bulk from side to side as though it was weightless.
Lotte laughed. "You are not so big and powerful against this tiny ocean!"
"Don't laugh at me, you white cunt!" He swung at her face with a closed fist. It was a desperate, frightened, stupid move. A huge wave slapped his hip and sent him rolling off the waterbed. He thudded to the floor on his back and lay there a moment, stunned.
Lotte continued to laugh, disdainful of the violence her laughter was kindling inside the dangerous black man. But she did not fear him any longer. She was confident that she could capture, cage and tame the animal in him with the voluptuous sensuality of her cunt, ass, mouth, tits. Not that she wanted to transform him into a house pet. To the contrary, his violence excited her and she wanted to retain it. But she would have to tame it, make it manageable, so she could use it to her sexual advantage.
"I think the waterbed has scored a knockout," she said, mocking the angry giant with words and laughter both.
Newberry came up off the floor in a fighting rage. His eyes were aflame with humiliation. "I'll break you in half, you fuckin' cunt. Nobody laughs at Newberry!"
Lotte inserted her fingers inside her pussy and pulled open the succulent mouth for him. Driving her heels into the waterbed and arching her back, so that the weight of her body was resting on her shoulder blades, she lifted her hips and thrust her pelvis at Newberry, inviting him to enter the rapturous portals of her anxious cunt.
"Ram your anger inside my pussy!" Lotte begged. "Fuck me vit all the rage in your whole body! Tear me apart vit your big powerful prick!"
"I'll rip you right down the middle!" Newberry growled. He fell on her with his tremendous weight and pushed her deep inside the waterbed. Lotte felt her ass bang against the floor. For a long time she could not breathe. The waterbed surrounded her on three sides while Newberry's heavy bulk smothered her from the top. Panic spread through her body in giddy waves as she felt herself drowning amidst the flesh and rubber of her private ocean.
Finally the weight of Newberry's chest was lifted and Lotte floated upward from her watery grave. She gasped as the fresh air filled her lungs, then gasped again, even harder this time, as she felt the black man's large prick fill her cunt. He rammed it all the way in with a single thrust. The fleshy battering ram thudded against the door of her womb, sending tremors of earthquake ferocity spreading throughout her entire body. Even her teeth chattered with the force of his angry thrust.
She felt the lumbering penile trunk slide back from her womb and toward the grasping mouth of her pussy. The muscular walls of her cunt tried to crush the intruder within their oval vice, but to little avail. As she felt the heavy genital log begin to slide forward through her vaginal tunnel once more, gaining speed along its unstoppable course toward her womb, she shut her eyes tightly and clamped her teeth together in an involuntary reflex against the impending collision. Every muscle in her body was tight as a rock. Only the tender, flexible wall of her womb was left vulnerable to the driving onslaught of his powerful prick.
"Aaaarrrggg Lotte groaned as the bullet-nosed projectile slammed into the elastic membrane at the far interior of her cunt, stretching it until she thought it would snap. Newberry's enormous weapon not only penetrated her deeply, its meaty and muscular thickness filled her vaginal throat completely. She was gorged on chocolate prick. Only during birth when the pelvic bones spread to accommodate the new-born child's head would she be able to contain a greater fullness inside her venereal cavity.
Each angry thrust of Newberry's cock sent giant tremors quaking through the nerve-end faults of Lotte's body, all of them converging at the nexus of her Clint. Every assault against the quick-fevered membrane at the back of her pussy thrilled her with an instant climax. Bang Bang Bang Bang! She shot off time after time as the enraged Negro pumped his bullets into the chamber. Lotte had never before experienced such rapid-fire orgasms.
"Ah'll… teach you… to laugh at… Newberry," the Negro said with panting breath. Sweat was pouring down his face and dripping onto Lotte's neck and breasts. His entire body glistened with perspiration. His energy seemed to expire a little each time he plunged his pelvis against Lotte's crotch. He was like Joe Frazier after fourteen rounds against Muhammad Ali. Any moment he might collapse into exhaustion.
"Your big prick is such a beautiful vunderstick," Lotte told him admiringly. She softly stroked his cheek with the light touch of her fingers as the fires dwindled inside her own body. "I vant you to kiss me," she told him. "I vant to drink the salty sweat from your lips."
Clasping her hands at the back of his head she gently pulled his face down to her lips. She licked his eyebrows, the ridge of his eye sockets and lashes, the flared nostrils. She licked the acrid-sweet perspiration from his cheeks, then reamed his lips with the tip of her tongue. She slipped the outstretched tongue between his teeth and felt Newberry's mouth cover her own as he forced her head back against the waterbed.
Lotte and the black man delved into each other's mouths with their tongues, arm wrestling each other with their oral appendages. His aggressiveness was exhilarating. Lotte encouraged him to fuck her with his muscular tentacle. When she felt saliva trickle down her throat she acquired an instant craving for it. Her mouth became a vacuum, sucking the luscious liquid from his mouth into her own, swishing it around between her lips and gums before swallowing it, as though it were Listerine.
Newberry's oral secretion was like an aphrodesiac to Lotte's cunt. Her throat was a direct pipeline to the fires beginning to re-kindle between her thighs, and the black man's saliva was fuel for the flames. Her vagina responded to the heat with involuntary contractions, sending messages through her entire body telling her it was ready for action again.
If drinking his spit turns me on like this, Lotte thought with voluptuous excitement, maybe I should eat his shit. That would REALLY turn up zee boilers in my cunt!
Her hips writhed with anticipation Newberry's bulky weight. This kind of beneath raunchy behavior was just one of Lotte's many carnal appetites. She enjoyed a variety, just as she enjoyed various kinds of food. One day she might want Mexican, the next day Chinese, Italian or German. So with her sexual hunger. Sometimes she craved ass-holing, sometimes cock-sucking. Other times she enjoyed straight cuntal fucking or vibrator massaging. A whole world of sexual excitement awaited the person who dared to experiment-and Lotte dared anything, with anybody.
"Oowww!" she groaned. Newberry: had accidentally or otherwise-bitten her lip and a trickle of blood oozed down the corner of her mouth. She licked it with her tongue and was surprised by the succulent taste. She had tasted her blood before, of course, but not under such erotic circumstances. Her tongue flicked out and licked up another trickle. She liked it better than come. There was a dangerous excitement about someone biting her. About drinking her own blood. She wanted Newberry to do it again. Even the pain was erotic. The thought of eating shit was nothing compared to this new experience that gripped her imagination.
Despite her many appetites, Lotte had never truly felt the desire for masochistic orgasm.
Perhaps no one had sufficiently aroused this appetite in her. But now she desired it with every tingling nerve in her body. The danger of violent sex with Newberry was what aroused her-the cuntal excitement of walking the tightrope between libidinous pain and harmful injury.
Just thinking about her impending new adventure aroused her nearly to a climax. She wrapped her legs around Newberry's hips and ground her cunt against his flaccid penis. The tender folds of her labia tingled as they scraped roughly against his pubic hairs. Her breathing came heavier as her pelvis writhed and heaved beneath his bulky torso.
Lotte buried her mouth in the side of Newberry's neck. First she just sucked him, inhaling sharply and pulling at the skin with her lips as though she had fastened on him with a suction cup. Soon, however, she was tearing at his flesh with her teeth.
"Hey!" Newberry cried as the pain shot through him. "Wha'chu doin, you crazy woman? I didn't mean to bite'chu a minute ago. Leggo uh my neck!"
Lotte released him and noticed with excitement the double row of teeth marks imprinted in his shin.
"Hurt me!" she pleaded, her cunt still grinding away at his crotch. "I vant you to hurt me! Make me bleed!"
Newberry raised himself from her chest the full length of his arms and stared down at her with wide, incredulous eyes. There was a noticeable panic in the taut lines of his face. "You crazy woman! Wha-chu tryin' to make me do?"
Lotte squeezed her left breast between her hands, offering it to him. "Bite my nipple as you bit my lip. Make it bleed so I can drink the blood," she said.
Newberry scurried off the waterbed and started dressing. "Dnh-uh, woman. You ain't suckerin' me into none of this voodoo shit. Ah don't know whats you got in mind, but Ah wants noooo part of it. No sirree, Ah thanks you kindly."
The terrified Negro was dressed in a matter of seconds and headed for the door.
"Don't forget my purse," Lotte said quickly, racking her mind for some way to hold him. She would lose one of the best fucks of her life if he walked out the door and never returned. She wanted to feel that thick black prick rammed inside her cunt again and again. Maybe next time she could even get him to hurt her.
"Purse?" Newberry mumbled, confused. In his eagerness to escape from the mad woman's "voodoo" he even forgot his initial reason for kidnapping her.
"There should be a hundred and fifty dollars in it," Lotte told him. "If you come back next week and fuck me again I vill give you another hundred and fifty dollars."
Newberry hesitated, jittery on his feet. He was tom between his impulse to escape from a situation that he didn't understand and which frightened him, and his natural inclination for some easy money. Finally his greed overcame fear and he scurried over to where the purse was lying on the floor. He extracted the money, tossed the purse against the wall and crammed the bills into the pocket of his jacket. From his other jacket pocket he extracted the.38 revolver. Lotte heard the click as he cocked the hammer, raised his extended arm and pointed the muzzle directly at her face.
"I hear any word about you callin' the pigs and I'll come back 'n blow your fuckin' head clean off! You dig?"
"Don't vorry," Lotte told him. "You fuck much too good. I do not vant to see your gorgeous prick vasted in prison."
"Crazy bitch!" Newberry said with a shake of the head as he slammed the door behind him and left.
Now it was time for Newberry's return-as he had returned for several weeks. The gossamer black nightgown clung uncomfortably to Lotte's tits and silky bush as she walked to the door in response to the bell.
The chimes rang a second time.
"You are very eager tonight, my black friend," Lotte said. She opened the door and felt the cold mouth of Newberry's.38 prod at her navel.
"Just back up and don't make no loud noises," the gravelly voice told her.
"I vill not scream," Lotte said.
Newberry shoved her backwards with the gun so he could enter and close the door behind him. His eyes devoured her body inside the transparent nightgown. He seemed fascinated by her tits-the creamy mounds of flesh capped by large brownish areoles, her pink nipples jutting half an inch from their crown. Then his eyes descended along the curvaceous lines of her waist and flat stomach, down to the matted tuft of hair between her thighs. Lotte's body was a feast for any man's eyes-especially one intent on rape.
"Now ain't that sweet," Newberry said, licking his lips. "I can see you'se in fine form tonight, Miss Lotta Money. Don't tell me you been savin' all that jus' for me!"
"I don't save anything for you," Lotte told him. "You just take vat you want, don't you?"
"That's right," Newberry said with a vicious leer. "I takes what I wants. 'N right now I wants some money. Hand it over!"
He whacked her on the hip bone with the side of his.38, just to emphasize his point.
"Arrrr," Lotte groaned, wincing with pain. She rubbed the sore spot on her hip and protested, "I do not haf any money. You haf come at the wrong time."
Newberry slapped her hard across the mouth. Blood began to trickle down her chin.
"Now gimme the money, Miss Bitch. I ain't playin' games!"
"I told you-"
Before she could finish, Newberry slapped her again with the back of his hand. The side of Lotte's mouth was smeared with blood. It continued to trickle down her chin and along her throat.
"Maybe now you'll see this ain't no game," Newberry snarled. He grabbed the front of her nightgown in his fist and pulled her toward him, ripping the gown at the shoulder. Lotte grunted with surprise and pain both as he rammed the metal nose of the.38 inside the mouth of her cunt.
"Want me to shoot my bullets up your cunt, Miss Bitch? Or maybe you want to gimme the money now!"
"In my purse. On the chair," Lotte gasped, swallowing blood.
Newberry shoved her away and she fell to the floor. As she huddled there, shivering inside her torn nightgown, her face smeared with blood, the huge black man went to the chair and extracted the hundred and fifty dollars from her purse.
Finally Newberry returned the pistol to his jacket pocket and turned his attentions to Lotte once more. He lifted her from the floor with his strong arms and carried her into the bedroom.
"You ain't hurt, is you?" he asked with concern, cradling her lovingly against his chest. "I didn't mean to smack you too hard."
"It was vunderful!" Lotte replied, throwing her arms around his muscular neck and drawing his mouth down to her swollen lips.