In the Black of Night
" Ok....you're account'll be set up in about twenty minutes, after that, you can get on line from your own place."
" All right...thanks.", replied some African American lady's voice as she hung up and Paul did the same thing, getting out of his seat afterward, slowly strolling across the room's wide open area, headed toward the window.
With no one else around, the thirty five year old guy was all by himself at three in the morning, the man owning and operating his own little private Internet access business, providing cheap dial up service to all the poor ghetto people within the local area code, doing this by renting a small "warehouse" flat located on Cleveland's near east side on Harvard Avenue close to the Broadway intersection.
Standing before the window on this quiet and warm summer night, he looked outside into the darkness and took note of the eerie silence, no one around except a few cars that went by once every five minutes or so. While his mind drifted here and there about this and that, he continued to stare away, also thinking about how to make more money, his business only producing about twenty five thousand a year in profit. However, a moment later, Paul suddenly heard something approach, coming from the intersection a few buildings up, sounding like high heels echoing throughout the otherwise quiet night. Sure enough, as Paul slowly raised the window's screen and stuck his head halfway out afterward, he saw the silhouette of a lady against one of the street lamps, the mysterious figure coming his way.
As she approached, Paul could see the shape, the body and outline of a young woman in her early or mid twenties! She got closer and closer until the lady was walking directly under his window, not noticing the white guy staring down at her. Upon closer inspection, Paul could tell that she was black, wearing blue jeans, knee high black stiletto boots, and only a dark tube top around her two nice and firms tits.
She didn't keep walking; the woman came to a halt about twenty feet from the window and simply decided to lean her frame against the wall, looking real seductive with her nice dark mane raised to the top of her pretty head. As she stood there, the woman reached into her black leather purse and produced a cigarette which she obviously placed into her mouth and lit up.
Paul silently said to himself, " It's very clear what she's all about...let's see if I can get something ."
As his heart began to beet faster, Paul stuck his head out the window a little further and said with a loud whisper, " Hey...psst, you...down there."
Quickly, the sexy young lady's coon eyes went wide open as her head turned and she looked over and up in Paul's direction, her facial expression finally turning to eager curiosity while she ventured over and then stood directly under the window, staring up at him, a smile now coming from her lips while she replied, " Yea...ok, no problem...let me in."
With a swift tilt of his head, Paul motioned to the right where the building's entrance was. Wasting no time, the attractive black girl strolled over to the darkened entrance way and stood before the old rusted metal door after which she heard a buzzer. When she pulled open the door and stepped inside, the woman made her ascent up the eerie and dilapidated stairwell, up to the fourth floor where she walked down an empty hall that lead her to the "suite" she was interested in. She knocked twice only to hear the sound of a bunch of locks opening up until suddenly the door went inward, stopped by a security chain, revealing the same white guy's face.
" Hi", was all the black prostitute said as Paul quickly closed the door, removed the chain, reopened the entrance, and let the foxy dark-haired whore in, the cigarette still smoking between her two sensuous lips.
The young lady looked around as her eyes went wide again and she lightly exclaimed, " Shit man....what the fuck's all this computer stuff all over the fucken place...this joint's full of wires and crap, more shit than I've ever seen before in my life."
" I'm a cheap self employed ISP..., Internet service provider, got a bunch lines rented out from the phone company, connected 'em to modems, servers, and that T line there."
" Neat...I see.", replied the "working girl" as she simply strolled over to a black sofa at one side of the spacious suite and parked her gorgeous, shapely, and perfectly curvaceous butt to the cushion, saying further, " Got any fucken booze or coffee...I see a coffee maker over there...could use some of that black shit now..., you know, that dark brew that's the same color as my ass...the thing you're all eager to see."
All excited, Paul answered, " Ok...I'll make you a cup...but I'm sorry, ain't got any booze."
" That's allright.", replied the lady as she dropped the cigarette to the floor, killed it with her right boot, and simply fired up another.
While making the coffee, Paul looked in her direction, saying, " You sure know how to make yourself at home...don't you?"
" Of course...and by the way..., let's see it."
" See what...my dick?"
" The money."
" Ok...here...and I suppose you want what...a hundred for the hour?"
" Can you double that?"
" Depends."
" On what?"
" You see..., I got this fetish and..."
Before he could finish, she quickly completed his sentence for him, " ...and you wanna kiss my boots, ass, and then have me piss on you in the end..., right?"
" Ah...yea, how'd you know?"
" I can read people...been in this 'work' long enough..., so you gonna give the extra hundred or not?"
" Are you gonna do what I ask?"
" Sure."
" Ok...here's two hundred.", said Paul as he opened his wallet and produced five twenties, one Ben Franklin, and another twenty, finally saying, " Here's a tip as well...twenty extra bucks."
She took the cash, saying, " And where's the coffee?"
Getting turned on by her bitchty attitude, Paul quickly ran back to the brewer, poured a cup of the stuff, and then returned to the lady who took the thing, drank the black brew, and said, " All right...take off all your clothes while I drink this shit."
" Ok", replied the man as he undressed himself, finally standing naked before the sexy black whore.
Finished with the coffee, the lady stood up, put the cup to the side, killed the cigarette the same way she did with the first one, and then started to take everything off as well, removing everything except the two exquisite high heeled boots, pulling her pants and panties over the black leather footwear! With her naked chocolate colored ass parked back on the sofa, the woman snapped her fingers and said, " Crawl to me and start kissing."
Like a faithful dog, Paul went down on his hands and knees and crawled over, finally pressing his lips against her left boot, kissing away at its side, taking in the leather's smell which always and forever turned him on!
" That's it...respect those boots...they're nice...aren't they?"
His cock at a full erection now, Paul replied, " Oh yes ma'am...oh yes...!!!". However, he suddenly asked, " And by the way...what's your name?"
" What's yours?"
" Paul."
" I'm Latasha."
" That's a nice name."
" It sure is.", answered the lady as she next got up and turned around, shoving her ASS into his face, saying, " You know what to do...right?"
" Oh yes...yes...thank you, ma'am...thank you...thank you your ladyship!", was all he said as he pushed his face into her beautiful butt and kissed away!
KISS! KISS! KISS!!!! He went on and on, doing it over and over for almost twenty minutes! KISS! KISS! KISS!!!!!!
" You sure love my ass...don't you?"
" You're so beautiful...so beautiful!!!!"
" That's right...I'm beautiful...and perfect too...so keep kissing!"
KISS! KISS! KISS!!!! It was almost like he couldn't get enough of her gorgeous behind, the act of kissing her butt causing his pulse to go faster and faster until he finally pulled his face away from her ass and said, " I got a pair of shackles in that drawer there...two of them actually..., if you render me helpless, can you please whip me a little?"
For a second, her face turned to disappointment, but then a wicked smile suddenly crossed her lips when she said, " Well ok...you say they're in that drawer over there?"
" Yea that one...there's a ruler inside as well...you can hit me with it."
" OK.", replied the whore as she strolled over, Paul staring away art her nice naked ass while she moved, the guy still transfixed by it curvaceous appearance!
Back by the man again, Latasha said, " Now lay down."
" You got the keys too...right?"
" Of course...don't worry...you'll be fine when it's all over...you won't have a worry in the world when I'm done here."
Like a jerk, Paul stretched himself out and allowed the woman to shackle his ankles together followed by his wrists, his hands now laying on his stomach as the guy faced the ceiling.
The ruler in hand, the lady stood over him, giving him a good view of her BLACK PUSSY!!! Next, she began smacking away at him with the thing, causing Paul to reach for his dick and play with himself, the "fake" pain and humiliation turning him on.
To his surprise, however, the lady suddenly stopped a short while later and strolled over to his pants where she took the thing and reached into the rear pocket, removing his wallet, causing Paul to say, " What are you doing?"
" Taking out all the cash plus this thing here.", answered Latasha, removing an additional fifty dollars combined with his plastic back card.
" You can't take that...that's not right...put it back!"
" Make me.", replied the brunette, giving him a dirty grin.
" C'mon...put it back and release me...please!"
" No."
" C'mon."
She said nothing as she simply marched back over to the guy and stood before his head after which she raised her right boot and slowly lowered its sole over his mouth, saying, " Lick it...now!!!"
" C'mon...I think I'm done here...let's end this!"
" Oh we'll end it all right...but first lick the underside of my boot."
" Then will you release me?"
Suddenly, without warning, Latasha smashed the boot's heel into his teeth, knocking out two of them, blood dripping away from the side of his mouth!
" FUCK YOU...ASSHOLE...NOW GIVE ME THE PIN NUMBER TO THAT FUCKEN CARD...NOW!!!!", cried the black lady.
In pain, he continued to plead, " Please...let me go!"
" I SAID GIVE ME THAT FUCKEN NUMBER!!!"
" Look just take the cash and go...I'll call 911 and have 'em release me...I can crawl over to the phone and call...I won't tell 'em about you...I promise...just go!"
Frustrated, Latasha went over to her purse and removed a fresh cigarette after which she fired up the thing and returned to the guy, squatting down before his mid section, taking hold of his dick with her free hand!
" NO...PLEASE...C'MON!!!!"
" Then what's the number?"
" I'll scream real loud!"
" Ha...in this neighborhood...no one'll care...now give me the fucken number!"
Working up some courage, he finally said, " Go fuck yourself..., bitch!"
" Ok...have it your way."
She pulled at his cock and stretched it out, bringing the hot end of the cigarette closer and closer, eventually making contact with the head of his organ!
"AHHH....NO...WHY...STOP!!!"
" The number!"
Again, she burned him with the cigarette, this time on his nuts, doing it in more than one place.
" C'MON LADY...C'MON!!!"
I want the number!"
At last, with more and more of his body subjected to the cigarette's hot end, Paul finally caved in and gave the black lady the number. Like it was nothing, she stood up straight, went back to her purse, dropped the card and cash into the black thing, and then removed a Lugar with a silencer attached to it.
Back by the naked man, Latasha aimed the gun down at his head and heard, " What are you doing?"
"What does it look like...I got a gun in my hand!"
"You...you're not really serious about this...you can't be!"
"Why not...why fucken not?"
" Because...because that's murder...surely you don't wanna do that!"
" I can do anything I want...and my name ain't 'Surely' ".
"Ahhh...um...the card number I gave you is fake...I made it up!"
"Nice try man...but I ain't buying it...you're gonna die!"
" Please...please!!"
When she was about to shoot him, Latasha decided to get a little "funny" as she lowered the pistol down between her legs and said, " Ok...here's something to get your money's worth...jack off while I stick this up my black slit!"
"C'mon...please!"
Latasha pushed the barrel of the gun up her pussy and softly exclaimed, " Oh... ohhh...yea, mmmmm...that feels so good...yea!!!!"
"Please let me go...please!"
OH yea...Yesss...YESSSS...!!!!!"
" You're really a nice person...you won't hurt anyone...please!", said Paul in desperation!
" My body's nice...but my heart's black...yea..., real black!!!!"
" Just leave...please!!!"
MMMMMM...OH YEA...YEA...YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!", cried the woman as she came, giving herself a real nice orgasm as Paul looked on!
Slowly, the lady pulled the weapon from her hairy snatch and took aim! She pulled back at the trigger and killed him with one fatal shot to the temple!
As blood poured from his head, Latasha quickly strolled back to the couch and was about to get dressed when she suddenly turned around, looked at the corpse, and said to herself, " Oh yea...I almost forgot."
She walked over to the dead body, spread her legs over his head, and simply pissed away, peeing down at the guy. When her bladder was empty, she returned to the couch, put the gun back into her purse, got dressed, and finally left the building, disappearing into the black of night.
The End