As I read over the file I couldn’t help but think that this was just another teenager who could have turned out a lot different if she had a father role in her life. Lucinda had managed to get herself into hot water on several occasions and this last time had almost landed her in a juvenile detention facility. I finished reading her file, looked at her arrest photo one more time and then picked up the phone. A very pleasant sounding woman answered the phone so I was fairly sure it wasn’t Lucinda. I said, “Hi, this is Officer Blat, is this Lucinda’s mother?” The woman said, “This is. I’ve been expecting your call Officer Blat. Can you help my daughter?” I replied, “I certainly hope so Mrs. Washington, I certainly hope so. I would like to meet with you and your daughter and then possibly have a second meeting with just you so we can discuss what we need to do to keep her out of trouble.” I heard an audible sigh of relief and then she said, “That would be wonderful Officer Blat. Tuesday evening might be perfect because Lucinda has community service from 6 PM to 8 PM on Tuesday. We could meet at 5 PM and when Lucinda leaves we can continue our meeting.” I said, “Great. I’ll see you on Tuesday evening Mrs. Washington.” She replied back, “Thank you so much Officer Blat. I’m looking forward to meeting you.”
I arrived a little early so I though I would take a little stroll around the neighborhood. I knew the area but I had never been in this particular apartment complex. As I walked around I could smell the wonderful smell of West Indies style cooking. A few women actually stuck their head out of their doors and whistled at me or made lewd comments towards me. Some of them told me to get my white ass out of their neighborhood. One thing was for sure, I had not gone unnoticed. I found apartment 343 and gave the door a good knock. A beautiful young woman answered the door and said, “Co me in Officer Blat. My mom and I have been expecting you.” I stood there momentarily dumbfounded, as she looked so different from her arrest photo. She had beautiful smooth chocolate brown skin, full dark lips, soft inviting eyes, and a very nice body.
I said, “Lucinda?” She said, “That’s me. The next big crime figure but here to be saved by the super white cop.” She didn’t look like Lucinda but everything I had read in her file she was definitely sounding like Lucinda. Suddenly her mother appeared behind her and said, “Where are your manners child? That is no way to speak to Officer Blat.” She turned the corner and yanked the door from Lucinda’s hands allowing the door to open wide enough for me to come in. I started to walk in and then Lucinda’s mother said, “Oh Lord have mercy. He didn’ t just send me someone to help me with my daughter he sent me someone cute too. Come in, come in Officer.” I stepped into her home and as my eyes adjusted to the light I saw that Mrs. Washington was simply an older slightly heavier version of Lucinda. Her face was gorgeous and her body had extra curves from the extra weight she had put on over the years. Like a dumb school kid I said, “Please, call me Paul.” She held out her hand to shake mine and said, “Okay Paul, then call me Shamari.”
I held her hand for what seemed like an eternity and thought to myself that she had a beautiful name. Then I said, “Shamari, that’s a beautiful name.” She smiled and let go of my hand. Then she said, “Thank you. It means African Queen. My mother always said I had a beautiful name to go with a beautiful face.” I blurted out, “I can see why she would say that.” Then Lucinda spoke and said, “And you can call me Ralph because you two are going to make me puke. Flirt with my mom on your own time. ” Shamari took my hand and said, “Let me show to you the couch and please, don’t mind my daughter.” Lucinda said, “Jeez Mom, get your hormones under control. One cute white guy comes over and your juices start flowing.” Shamari turned towards Lucinda as quick as lightning and said, “You watch your mouth child.” Lucinda said, “Yes Momma.”
Shamari was wearing a low cut tight fitting sleeveless dress with a design of sliced fruits like watermelon, apples, etc. Her butt swayed from side to side as she walked away. She said, “I’ll go get us something to drink for our little meeting.” As I watched her walking away I was acutely aware of Lucinda watching me watch her mother. I quickly looked away and said, “Well Lucinda, it is nice to finally meet you.” She stood there with her hands on her hips and said, “Uh-huh. Looks to me like you were glad to meet my mother. Here’s a little word of advice. Keep your eyes aware from her cleavage or you’ll be sorry. She is husband hunting and she really seems to like you.” I was not unaccustomed to teenagers of single moms being so disrespectful so I said, “And I like your mom. She seems like she is a very good mother.” Lucinda let out one of those condescending laughs and said, “Trying to avoid the subject. Suit yourself.”
Just then Shamari turned the corner with a tray of sodas and glasses with ice. She immediately got suspicious and looked at Lucinda saying, “What have you been telling the nice officer?” Lucinda said in a voice that was intended to mock her, “I was just telling Paul to keep his eyes off of your breasts.” Shamari slapped Lucinda and said, “I told you to watch your mouth child.” Lucinda spun to leave the apartment but Shamari caught her arm and said, “Honey, you are on probation. Leaving here is not an option until Paul, I mean Officer Blat tells you that you can.” Lucinda yanked her arm away and said, “Fine. I’ll stay.”
I asked all my standard questions and added some follow up questions, as I deemed necessary. In my opinion Lucinda was just an angry young lady and directed her anger towards men. It was also my opinion that her anger was directed towards men because her father had walked out on her mom. I also felt that she lacked respect for her mom but I wasn’t sure why. Someone knocked at the door around 5:45 PM as I was having a discussion with Lucinda. Shamari said, “You two keep getting to know each other while I answer the door.” Shamari left the room and went out to the front room leaving me alone with Lucinda. I continued to ask her a few questions and as I did she began running her hand along her cleavage. My professional background told me not to look but she was so well built that I allowed her to draw me in. She had a beautiful necklace and began swinging it between her breasts. I watched her necklace and stopped speaking mid-sentence. Her breasts and her necklace were so inviting that for the first time in my career as a probation officer I was finding myself very attracted to one of my juveniles.
Then just as quickly she snapped her fingers right in front of my face. She started laughing and said, “That was too easy Officer Blat. You are in way over your head. Unless you plan on getting married in the next month I suggest you run back to your car and never look back.” I wasn’t too sure what she was talking about so I said, “You cannot scare me young lady. If I leave another probation officer will fill my shoes.” Lucinda said, “I wasn’t trying to scare you Officer Blat. I think you’d make a nice addition to the family. I was just trying to warn you. But be my guest. Ignore what I’m saying and have a nice life.” I sat there wondering what the hell she was talking about when I realized Shamari was standing there. I didn’t know how long she had been there but I was sure she had caught the tail end of the conversation. Then she said, “Lucinda, I think it is time you run along to your court ordered community service.” Lucinda turned to leave and said, “Thanks for stopping by Officer Blat. I’ll see you next week.”
Shamari began cleaning up the empty sodas and took my glass from my hand. She said, “I don’t know what has gotten into that child. I sure didn’t raise her that way. Can I get you another soda Paul?” I said, “Sure, I would love another soda. You can’t blame yourself for the way Lucinda is turning out. She is a very typical young lady who grew up without a father.” Shamari said, “Yes, I have heard that from the counselors at school too. I’m looking for a man but nice eligible men who are interested in an older black woman with a nuisance teenager are few and far between. Believe me Paul, when the right man comes along I’m going to snatch him up.” Shamari headed off to the kitchen and as I watched her walk away I thought to myself that I would love to have sex with her. But since she had just verified what Lucinda had told me about looking for a husband I knew it would be a cruel thing to do knowing I had no matrimonial intentions.
I could hear Shamari in the kitchen and as I sat there alone my mind replayed over my conversation with Lucinda. Why had she warned me not to look at her mom’s breasts? And what had happened to me when I suddenly found Lucinda snapping her fingers in front of my face? She had managed to get up off the couch, walk up right in front of me and I wasn’t aware of any of it until she snapped her fingers. I was still trying to sort out all these thoughts when Shamari returned with two fresh sodas.
I pulled out the notes I had taken when I was interviewing Lucinda and flipped through them as Shamari got settled into the couch where Lucinda had been sitting. I started to discuss my interview when Shamari interrupted me. She said, “I understand what you’re saying Paul but once I find a husband I think Lucinda will fall back into line.” I looked at Shamari for a moment. Her face was round and beautiful and her lips were so inviting that I wanted to cross the room and kiss her. I reminded myself that I needed to be professional and looked away from her delicious lips. Then I said, “Getting married is a noble ambition Sham ari but I want to be realistic about Lucinda’s options.” Shamari stopped me and said, “You mean you don’t think some nice eligible man would want these for the rest of his life?” I followed her hands to see what she was going to gesture to and realized she was pointing at her cleavage.
Her breasts were not as perky as Lucinda’s but they more than made up for it in shear size and femininity. I stumbled on my words as I replied, “That isn’t what I was saying. Of course an eligible man would want those for the rest of his life.” I sat there staring at them as Lucinda’s words echoed through my mind. Then I realized what I had just said. Shamari had so unnerved me that she had just tricked me into admitting that I liked her breasts. I could feel my face turning flush. Shamari said, “I can always tell when a white man is embarrassed. You don’t need to be embarrassed Paul. Since when is it embarrassing to pay a complement to a lonely woman? It is flattering to see that you appreciate my assets.” Shamari pulled out a necklace from between her breasts and it occurred to me that it was the same necklace that Lucinda had been wearing. I thought to myself, “How cute, they have matching necklaces.”
Shamari began swinging her necklace and while common sense told me to look away I was enjoying the view way too much. Her breasts were so inviting and her necklace was so inviting that once again I overrode my better judgment and followed the necklace. Shamari just sat there swinging her necklace between her breasts and didn’t say anything for a long time. I felt that same feeling I had felt earlier this evening when Lucinda did this. All I wanted to do was rip her clothes off and take her but instead I just sat there completely mesmerized by the beautiful breasts before me.
I was very aware of my surroundings because of peripheral vision but my mind and my eyes were captivated by Shamari’s breasts and necklace. Then she said, “You know Paul I think it is important for every young person to have a father in their life don’t you?” I replied, “Yes of course.” Shamari said, “Of course you do. And you can see how much my Lucinda needs a father in her life don’t you Paul? Of course you do. And you can also see how much I would love to have a man in my life don’t you Paul? Of course you do. Don’t you Paul?” My head felt like a balloon and my mind felt like it was muddled down in a heavy fog but I managed to say, “Of course I do.”
Shamari continued, “And I’m sure you can see how incredibly happy and honored any man would be to become my husband don’t you? Of course you do. I am sure that you would love to be my husband wouldn’t you Paul? Of course you would. A handsome white man like you would love to marry an African Queen like me. A submissive man like you would love to submit to me and serve me as my obedient husband wouldn’t you Paul? Of course you would. I saw the way you look at me Paul. I fill you with desire because I am so beautiful. You want me Paul. You not only want me Paul but you want to spend the rest of your life serving me and submitting to me. Nothing, I mean nothing, would make you happier than being my husband and Lucinda’s father. I saw you looking at my lips Paul and I know how badly you want to kiss me. I want you to kiss me Paul. This African Queen cannot wait for her submissive white slave to kiss her and submit to her. I know you are enjoying staring at my big beautiful breasts and watching my necklace swing back and forth but it is time to put the necklace away. I am going to put the necklace away and then you are going to kiss me. Once you kiss me you will know that you belong to me. There is no other woman in this world but me. You will be captivated, enchanted, enthralled, fascinated and perpetually spellbound by me. You love my face, you love my body and most of all you love my personality. There just isn’t anything you can think of that you don’t love about me. Now come kiss me. Come to me Paul. Kiss me and become mine forever.”
Everything she had said so far made perfect sense to me. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I knew that the moment I had stepped into her apartment. She was everything a man could want and even more. I knew if I did not do everything in my power and capability to make her happy that I would not be happy. I felt myself stand up almost as if my body had a mind of its own and I walked across the room as she summoned me. I bent down to kiss her and she pulled me into her. The kiss was magical. It was everything I had dreamed of an d when it was over I knew there could be no other woman in my life but Shamari. She took my hand and said, “Come with me now Paul. I want to be made love to before my daughter gets home.” I took her hand and as she guided me down the hallway to the master bedroom I said, “Yes my queen.”
My mind was no longer in a fog as we made our way to her bed. I knew what I wanted and it was to give Shamari as much pleasure as I was humanly capable of. I wanted nothing in return as it not a slave’s place to expect pleasure in return. Of course I hoped to get something but could never be so bold as to expect something. She slowly undressed before me. I tried to help her but she swatted my hands and said, “No silly boy. Just watch me undress and let it get you more aroused.” She finished undressing and then she undressed me. Then sh e looked at my erection and said, “Oh my, I had heard white men were small but that must have been a lie. Now come here and make love to me Paul.”
I kissed, caressed, massaged, and turned into a human pleasure provider. The more turned on she got the happier I was. She finally pulled me on top of her and said, “Make love to me.” I protested and said, “But I have been saving the best for last. Please let me finish and I promise my queen will be pleased with me.” She said, “Okay honey but this is the most pleasure I have ever felt with a man.” I got on my knees, gently spread her legs and looked down at her moist pussy. She was so aroused I could see her clit without even having to separate her lips. Then I said, “Then I think my queen is really going to enjoy this.” As I licked her pussy and clit I reached up and pinched both her nipples. She screamed so loud I thought the police would burst in at any minute. She finally flooded my face with pussy juices and then her whole body shook. She grabbed my head and said, “No more. No more. That feels too good.” She sat up so that her breasts dangled in face as I kneeled before her. I tried to kiss a nipple but she said, “I said no more. I can’t handle any more stimulation. Lie on your back. It’s your turn. Do not cum until I tell you to.”
Shamari climbed on top of me and began to slowly pump me. I knew I was going to cum already so I said, “I can’t hold it.” Shamari said, “Of course you can my pet. Look at the necklace dangling from my breasts. You will not cum until I command it.” My eyes locked onto the necklace and I replied, “Yes my queen.” The pleasure and pressure built and built until I begged her to allow me to cum. After an eternity she finally said, “You may cum now lover.” I let go and she pumped me furiously. I felt the blood leave my head and I think I was still screaming when I passed out.
When I woke up I was covered in a nice blanket and I could hear voices in the other room. My clothes were gone and there was a man’s robe hanging on the door with a note from Shamari telling me to put on the robe. I put on the robe, walked down the hallway and stepped into the living room. There were several women in the room including Shamari and Lucinda. They all turned to look at me and then one of them said, “Is that him?” Lucinda replied and said, “Yup that’s him.” Then she turned towards me and said, “I told you not to look at my mom’s breasts. But I guess you’ll be a great father and husband so I’m glad you didn’t listen.” Then Shamari patted the couch next to her and said, “Come sit down Paul. I want you to meet my girlfriends.” One of the women in the room said to Lucinda, “Honey, did you just say your momma is getting married?” Shamari shot Lucinda an angry look and said, “I had wanted to tell the girls. Big mouth spilled the beans but yes, Paul and I are getting married.” The other women hooped and hollered and some of them even hugged me. They said, “He’s a cute one” and “He’s a keeper” and “Can I try him out for a night.” Shamari beamed from all the positive attention and then said, “Thank you ladies but he’s all mine. Aren’t you Paul?” I replied, “Yes of course my queen. You are the only woman in the world for me.”
One of the bigger women in the room slapped me on the back and said, “Oh honey you are whipped already. You are vexed. I haven’t seen a man this head over heels in love for a long time. What did she do to you? Did she cast a spell?” I said, “Nope. She is just so beautiful that I fell under her spell and once I kissed her I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.” I got teased for a little while and then each woman slowly left the apartment until it was just the three of us. Shamari said, “Do you like my friends?” I said, “Oh yes, they are very nice.” She held up her necklace again and said, “Some of them will try and seduce you. I am the only woman you can become aroused for. The only woman. Is that clear my submissive lover?” My head spun every time I looked at that necklace. I obediently replied, “Yes, that is clear my queen.”
For the rest of the week I got off work and immediately went to Shamari’s home. I was absolutely consumed with the desire to spend every waking moment with her. She cooked dinner and I cleaned the dishes. I did the laundry and she folded it. We made a great team and I just continued to fall more and more in love with her. We decided it would be better if we moved into my place since I owned my own home. Lucinda accepted me as best as any teenage girl could but she never got into any trouble again.
After we had been married for a year Shamari came to me one day and said, “Don’t you think it is time we had a few children of our own? You’ve been such a good dad to my Lucinda.” I said, “If you would like children then of course. I just didn’t want to ruin what we have.” Shamari said, “I haven’t had to do this in awhile but let me ask you again.” She pulled out the necklace that had so captivated me the night we met and swung it in front of my eyes. My mind melted and then she said, “You think it is time we have children of our own don’t you?” To tell you the truth I would have had c hildren just to make my queen happy but she wanted me to want them too. I got lost on the necklace and then submissively replied, “Yes of course, I would love children of our own.” She tucked the necklace away between her breasts again and said, “That’s better. I am so glad you are such an obedient agreeable husband.”