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 Blackshaft - 2-06 - Pride (Adults Only.  Copyright@Rama.  2013)





   Eglin City.  Night.

   He had picked the lock of the door and stepped out into windy rooftop of
the tower block.  The moon was clear giving Vern Kobe a good, clear vision
of the city.  His black skin shone as he took the long sight from the
satchel he had put over his shoulder.  The wind felt cold as the black man
walked to the east side of the roof and surveyed the large area of park far
below.  He hunched down and looked across to the building he'd come to look
at, then lifted the sight to his eye.  Turning the zoom he snorted as he
found the apartment he was looking for.

   "Not so safe, motherfucker." he said to the air.



   The Storme Building.  Penthouse.  Night.

   Family, he thought.  That's what you can't plan for.  Howard Storme was
trying to take his mind off yet another article in those hated gossip
magazines.  The business tycoon had spent too many years building this
little empire to let his damn daughter wreck the brand.  He looked across
the city to the lit-up facade of the Lime Building.  The ungrateful little
cow wasn't answering her cell.  Was she in there tonight, he wondered. 
According to the scandal mags she was spending a lot of time there
recently. A football player one night, a baseball player another night,
another big-name the next night...

   All of them black.  Was she going through every black star in the city?
And why there, in HIS building?  Didn't she know what the word loyalty
meant?  "Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany..." he muttered and turned away from the
window.  The cream and ivory furniture filled the room.  Some of it was
painted gold to match the edgings of the room and the ornate displays that
were made up of the golden ornaments.  One table held a large, gold, curved
clock.  In a couple of the corners stood gold statues.  The decor in the
apartments other rooms was along the same lines.  It was upfront and honest
to Howard Storme.  It showed who had the money and so who had the power.

   Howard Fucking Storme.

   He had helped build this city.  Storme Industries had shaped how this
city was today.  And Storme Industries was Howard Storme.  If it had his
name on it, it would be a success.  This city owed him.  Hell, the country
owed him.  He was the American Dream.  Howard Storme had made the business
what it was.  He had made careers and broke them.  Never fuck with the
Howard, was something he would tell people.  It was an ethos he had spoken
about in his presentations and business lectures.  Don't take no for an
answer and never let anyone fuck with you.

   That disrespectful little asshole from that third-rate TV network on the
east coast would learn that when the lawyers were through with him.  Every
night he'd been calling a liar and questioning his `true' wealth.  Little
shitbag would learn....



   Corrine Allen's Apartment.  Night.

   Kacey watched the deep, passionate kiss between Corrine and Danielle
Holmes.  She watched as their hands held each other close, the women's
bodies pressing together.  The young woman felt a thrill deep down inside
her.  Danielle had taken her out three times to various places.  Each time
they had simply been two women out for a drink.  There had been some
advances from males but every time she saw a man looking over she stopped
looking.  Finally Danielle had come right out with it.  "As men go they
weren't bad." the black woman had told her.  "Nothing wrong with a little
nameless fun." Kacey had told her she was just nervous.  After that the
woman had simply smiled and then took Kacey home.

   "So miss me?" Corrine asked as Danielle was taking her cases into the
main bedroom.

   Kacey looked at the older woman.  "Yeah."

   "What's this about you trying to drag my girlfriend around the bars?"

   "I never!" Kacey replied.  "She was the..."

   Corrine laughed as she threw her coat on one of the couches.  "I know.
But it would be good to loosen up a bit." She dropped her voice.  "You got
a chance at a life now.  Take it." she told Kacey.  "Get drunk.  Get laid.
Be young."

   "Get laid?" Kacey asked incredulously.

   "I'm not your mother." Corrine smiled and hugged Kacey, putting her
mouth to her ear.  "Forget Alison.  Forget all that vigilante crap."
Corrine kissed Kacey on the cheek and stepped back.

   "I missed you too." Danielle said from the bedroom door.

   Kacey watched as Corrine looked at her black lover and saw the change in
her face.  There was a lust there.

   "I'll bet." Corrine smiled and winked at Kacey.  She leaned towards the
young woman.  "Could you..." she whispered then smiled.

   Kacey got the message.  She headed into her room and came out with her
coat.  "I'll go out." she smiled.

   As she walked out the door, Kacey saw Corrine being led into the
bedroom. She stared at the door after closing it.  She could picture them
kissing and touching.  She could see them fucking in her mind.  Those full
white lips around Danielle's black pussy.  She knew about the sex toys that
were kept in the drawer under the bed and could picture that big, black
dildo being stuffed into the wet pussy lips....

   Kacey forced herself to turn and walk away...





   *



   Kacey had gone to a movie.  She couldn't remember what it was about all
she could remember was pushing a hand down the front of her jeans and
making herself cum as she thought of Danielle and Corrine at home.  Getting
back she saw the women sitting on the couch, both wearing robes, their hair
wet, as they ate a chinese meal that had been delivered.

   "Hey, kiddo." Danielle called over as Kacey walked in.  "We kept you
some."

   "Nice time?" Corrine asked.

   "Went to the movies." Kacey replied throwing her coat off and picking up
her share of the chinese meal.

   "What'd you see?" Danielle said.

   "Oh, some action thing."

   "Sounded good," Corrine said with a raised eyebrow.  Kacey just shrugged
and saw Corrine's hand resting on Danelle's firm, dark thigh.  "Look, it
was long trip," she continued.  "I'm going to bed..."

   A look passed between Corrine and Danielle.  "I'm feeling a little tired
again myself." Danielle said as Corrine stood up.  "Might join you."

   As the two women headed back into the bedroom, Kacey felt alone.  She
put the TV on and watched the news as she ate.  All the time she couldn't
get the thoughts of the sex going on behind that door out of her head. 
After an hour she went into her room and looked through the growing
collection of DVDs she was gathering.  All of it hot, naked lesbian
porn....

   Lying back she undid her jeans and found the small, quiet vibrator she
had bought.  As she watched a blonde being kissed by two other women, both
wearing strap-on dildos, she put the small vibrator between her legs and
gently made herself cum.  The blonde straddled one of them and lowered
herself down the hard rubber cock, then began riding it.  As the blonde
kissed the woman under her Kacey watched the third woman, a brunette, come
up behind her.  She had seen this one so many times now but loved the
expression on the blonde's face as the second cock entered her ass.  She
wondered what it was like to feel those two cocks inside at once....



   Warehouse.  Office.  Night.

   Once upon a time he had been a somebody.  He had known people.  He had
been a rising name in the city's mental health services.  The legal firms
or the city would call on him to examine their clients for the sake of
society.  Professor Harlem Jonas had been the go-to guy to deal with the
crazies.  Just one word and he could put someone away for good.  He had
seen those psychiatrists who courted the media and wrote their books about
healing the world or would do their `celebrity' clinics shows and found
them disgusting.  They were wasting their talent and education.  Instead of
stroking the egos of those pompous hollywood whores they should be healing
the world around them.  But the general public seemed to disagree.

   Harlem had written one book - The Mind: Intelligence Unleashed.  After
all those idiotic publishers had turned it down he had tried
self-publishing.  Two thousand copies had sat unsold despite his every
attempt to sell them.  Book fairs, e-sites on the web, not one copy had
gone.  The public had decided.  And it had decided it was made up of idiots
who wanted books about Z-list celebrities or sad little serial killers.  In
a way it was the public who had sent him on his path in life.  During the
case of Marlon Dukes, the `Spring-Break Slasher' who he had diagnosed and
recommmended a life-long treatment behind bars to Dukes own lawyers, he
found out that `famous' TV psychiatrist, Alan Toulson, was also acting on
the lawyers instructions.  Only he had said he could `cure' Marlon Dukes.
And being a famous TV shrink, the lawyers had went with his advice.  Harlem
had watched that fraud work his magic in court and, sure enough, Marlon
Dukes was sent to a special facility where Doctor Toulson would `cure' him.
And all in front of the TV cameras.  Harlem knew it would end well and it
didn't.  One day the cameras were turned on and there was the good doctor's
body sitting behind his desk while his head was on the shelf among the TV
awards on a shelf in his office.

   Marlon Dukes was arrested and accused then the police came arrested
Harlem himself.  He protested in court and denied all the charges.  he
denied ever visiting the place.  The fact they had security footage that
seemed to show him on the grounds and fingerprints on various bottles and
needles didn't mean he had killed the fraud.  He sat and listened to the
three other so-called psychiatrists who declared him mentally unsound and
could only shake his head as they tried to claim he had another side to his
personality.  An ego-driven side that was meant to be more sociopathic.  As
he heard a jury of his lessers announce him guilty he saw the truth. 
Professor Harlem Jonas was only true intellectual.  He was a single
glittering truth in a sea of dullards and idiots and morons.

   It was an necessary act to escape from the very same high-security
hospital he had sent so many true sociopaths and psychopaths to.  It was
vital act of social necessity that he start removing those same idiots who
had been responsible for trying to imprison him.  They had merely been
scared of the true sight of intellectual superiority in him.  He saw that
fear as he hunted them down.  One-by-one.  Every single one of them were no
smarter than a lab rat when he threw them into his little tests.  He saw
that fear and realised that he was the true nightmare.

   He found the knight's helmet in a shop that belong to one such little
rat he tested.  As he put on the make-shift knight outfit and looked in the
mirror he saw the image he was looking for.  The dark blue cape and black
plastic body suit looked just right in the shadows.

   The Nightlord had been born.  That was also the night he met them.  The
Queen and the Princess.  Harlem...  No, Nightlord had escaped that night.
But with a new understanding.  Over the next few years had been caught,
that was inevitable but that was the cost of science.  The world just
didn't understand yet.  He met those very individuals he had been so
judgmental on and had to admit there was a purity to what they did.  The
one called Smiler in particular.  No matter what they tried Smiler never
changed.

   Then they all started dying.  All the pure ones.  Even Smiler was
killed. Someone had finally understood the rules.  Nightlord had taken his
chance and escaped yet again but this time he disguised him in his skin. 
The helmet was gone.  The thin face with deep intelligent eyes got him
through life.  The killings of those `villains' had made a change in the
city.  Even the Queen was appearing less.  Life was just that.  Life.  He
found himself using his intelligence to make his way back into the criminal
gangs.  Only as a chemist he could help others until he had placed himself
in the right position and then come out and declare himself the new king of
crime.  Nightlord would be triumphant.

   Opening his eyes, Harlem looked at the office door.  It had been a long
day testing the newest batch of party drugs.  All nice and legal but still
with that kick that would bring them back wanting more.  He had chosen to
sleep in the office on a cot.  Or had until some noise had woken him up. 
Harlem got up and crept towards the door.  There were guards around the
building.  He opened the door and peered out.  Blinking he took in the
sight.  Seven bodies, the guards, all tied to chairs.  Their faces were
slashed into bloody grins.  All the way from ear to ear...

   "Was wondering were you where." Smiler said, walking to one of the tied
bodies.  He dragged it next to another of the dead guards.  "Be a chum and
help me put them in a circle, would you?."



   *



   "Gang hit?" the uniformed cop next to Commissioner Gregg suggested.  She
had came down specially when she heard about the details.  Forensic teams
had swept through the building already but she and every other cop knew
this area was another of places that the growing criminal gangs were taking
over.  She looked at the plastic sheeting that was draped around the centre
of the warehouse.  The tables with drug-making equipment was visible
through it.

   "No." she said quietly.  The cop looked at her.  The badge said their
name was Mendez.  He looked barely old enough to shave.  She looked at the
slashed grins on the faces.  "Not a gang hit." she said, feeling sick to
the stomach.  She had ordered a departmental restriction on the news of
Smiler's return.  But there was no way she could keep that in place.  She
had heard the news was already the worst kept secret in the department.

   "It's ready, Commissioner!" a forensic officer called over.

   She turned away from the gruesome scene and headed to one of the desks
where a laptop had been set up.  Next to it the label that had been left
tied to the disc was in a plastic bag.  Three words, that was all.  `PLAY
ME, ALICE'.  Gregg nodded.

   The screen came to life.  There was that grinning maniac again.  "Now I
want to make a complaint, Commish." Smiler said from the screen.  "I had
reported a missing person and you have done nothing about it." Jane Gregg
was aware of the cops gathering around her.  "Nothing!  What kind of
service is that for the good taxpayers?  Now you know who I'm meaning.  Old
Scarlett Queenie herself.  I know everyone needs a vacation but it's been
over a year now.  Seven days and there'll be another little present for
you. Byeeeeee...."

   The screen went blank.

   "Commissioner?" one of the cops asked.

   Jane Gregg felt the sickness get worse.

   "Commissioner, I'd heard...  I thought he was dead?" another cop said.

   "He's not." she told them.

   "Commissioner?" another cop said and Gregg turned to the woman who was
running into the building.  "These have started to appear." she added and
handed Gregg the flyer.



   Beach Mansion.  Front Room.  Day.

   Smiler sat on the antique chair and clapped his hand together as the
news told him just what he wanted to hear.  "...city awoke to the sight of
flyers and posters on walls and windows." the blonde bimbo reading the
autocue said.  "The posters are asking for the return of Scarlett Queen
with the offer of a three million dollar reward.  It has been discovered
the number is in fact the phone number of the Mayor.  We have to point out
that the number has now been changed after the system had crashed when it
was flooded with calls."

   "Just doing my civic duty, baby!" Smiler declared as he opened another
can of beer.



   Corrine Allen's Apartment.  Kacey's room.  Day.

   "So far, there has been no comment from either the Mayor's office nor
the Police Department, especially in relation to the smiling symbol that
apparently signs the posters.  A symbol that was used exclusively by the
notorious killer, Smiler."

   Kacey could only blink as she watched the news.  Her mind was full of
questions.  He was dead.  The Smiler was dead.  She had seen his body.  He
couldn't be alive.  She was interrupted by the sound of the door opening
and laughter filling the hallway.  Corrine was back from her shopping trip.
Corrine and Danielle.  She stopped herself from saying anything and snapped
up the TV remote then switched it off as the two women entered the living
area.  Kacey looked at Corrine, so filled with happiness as she kissed
Danielle again.  She had been doing that a lot recently.  Kacey saw the
little glances and touches they gave each other.  Any excuse led them to go
into the bedroom where Kacey would just stare at the wall and imagine what
was going on.  She could see them kissing and rubbing, their heaving,
panting bodies together.

   The old instinct was still in her though.  She felt the need to...  To
do what?  Put on a dumb costume and chase a ghost.  It was probably just a
stupid joke.  Yeah, just a dumb, stupid joke.  Kacey put a breath and
stepped into the main room of the apartment.  "Hi." she said and saw the
women had their arms around each other.  Corrine's hands were cupping
Danielle's ass.

   "Hi, babe." Corrine smiled.

   "Find any good deals?" Kacey asked and watched as the two grown women
fell into giggles.

   "Oh, yeah." Danielle told her.

   They were like schoolgirls, Kacey thought.  Corrine had seemed to change
since she had got back from her business trip.  There was a youngness to
her.  She was still the mature business woman-slash-CEO but she seemed like
a teenage girl when she was with Danielle.  Suddenly Corrine whispered to
Danielle and looked at her expectantly.  Danielle pulled away from Corrine
and took her hand then led her towards the bedroom.  Corrine made sure she
picked up one of the bags from the pile that had been dumped on the floor.

   As the door closed and Kacey heard the giggles from the other side she
knew she should get her coat and go out.  That would be the decent thing.
She had seen the name on the bag.  `VALENTINES'.  One of the biggest chains
of `adult' stores in the country.  Lingerie and marital aids.  Sex toys. 
Kacey knew she should go out.  But instead drifted back into her room and
looked at the separating wall between her bedroom and theirs.  Stepping
back she sat on the bed and undid the buttons of her jeans.  Pushing her
hand down the front of her panties, Kacey moaned as she thought of what
they were doing in there.  Kissing, touching.  Undressing.  Fucking.

   She lay back on one elbow and slipped a finger into herself....



   Hotel room.  Evening.

   It was so fucking easy these days, he thought as Verne Kobe buried his
hard, black cock deep into the white woman he'd picked up in corner bar an
hours ago.  They were all so fucking easy these days.  He couldn't remember
her name but didn't care.  The 30-something bitch would be gone in another
hour or two.  There was a wedding ring on her finger so she'd go somewhere.
But she'd go with his cum inside her.  She was on her back, her legs
wrapped around his naked body as he held himself deep inside her.

   "Oh, oh, oh, god...." she gasped and he felt her hands grip his ass
cheeks.  She was pulling him into her.  The married bitch was wanting it
bad.  He gripped her chstnut brown hair with both hands and looked her hard
in the eye.

   "Say it." he told her.

   "Give it to me!" she demanded.

   Vern smiled and pulled back only to slam his cock forward again and
again and again.  "Say it!" he ordered.

   "Give it to me!" she told him.  "GIVE IT TO ME!  GIVE IT TO ME!"

   He slammed in one last time and felt his balls explode, forcing his cum
deep into the bitch's womb.  The woman cried out in pleasure and he felt
her cunt flooding with juices as he filled her up, making sure he sent his
cum in as deep as possible.

   Rolling off her her lay back, gasping as the woman just looked at him
with a smile on her face.  She rolled onto her side and gently cupped his
balls and cock in her hand.  She squeezed him gently.  "Damn, woman!" he
told her.  "You on heat."

   "I love black men." she said softly.

   "Your husband know that?"

   "I'm divorcing the prick."

   He looked at her.  "And?"

   "I love black men." she smiled.

   "This ain't the start of something sweet." he told her.  "After you
leave that's it."

   "I know." The woman kept massaging his cock and balls in her hand.  The
softness had been stopped and he felt himself getting hard again.  "I don't
care."

   "How many black men have you fucked?" he asked with a smile.

   She thought for a second.  "Lots."

   "Lots," Vern repeated and shifted as he felt his cock growing nicely. 
Her fingers gripped the shaft, easing the skin back.  "I got an idea." he
grinned and pushed her head down.  "Why don't you use that pretty mouth of
yours to get me really hard again and then I'll fuck you again."

   "Oh, baby," the woman smiled then licked her lips.  She slid down and
moved between his legs where she placed her hands at the base of his stiff
cock to hold it up then pushed her lips down the shaft.  Vern moaned as he
felt the warm wetness of her mouth and put his hands on the back of her
head.

   "All the way," he told her as she started working her mouth up and down
his shaft, filling the room with wet, slurping noises.  The bitch was good
at this, he thought.  That was something he took these days.  All the
bitches loved a soldier boy.  Plenty of women would spread their legs for a
soldier boy.  It was something he supposed.  The army had shafted him and
the rest of his company so he was shafting every bitch he could back. 
Especially the white ones.

   The sound of choking made him look down and he saw he was holding her
head down hard.  Her nose was crushed against his belly.  His cock was
pushing into her throat.  Vern released her and watched as she shot up,
gasping in air.  "Oh, man." she said.  "I thought--"

   "Shut up," he grinned and grabbed her head.  He shoved her back down
onto his cock, watching as she stuffed in hungrily into her mouth.  He
slowly started moving his hips up to meet her face.  "That it." Vern smiled
and wrapped her hair in his fingers then yanked her head back.  "Now lie
back and spread those legs again.....



   *



   The bitch was pure slut.  Vern had unloaded his balls into her a third
time before he told she had to go.  She looked disappointed as put her
clothes on ten left.  She scribbled down her phone number and left it on
the bedside cabinet.  "Anytime, baby." she told him as she left the room.
He picked up the paper with the number on it.  Normally Vern would have
binned the number but she had a slutty quality he thought might be worth
going back to.  A couple of times anyway.

   In the meantime he had business to deal with.

   Still naked, Vern got off the bed and went to the wardrobe.  He opened
it and got out the long case that was stored in there.  Opening it, he
glanced over the contents then closed and locked it again.  It was time to
go.  He got dressed then left, making sure there was nothing left in the
room that would identify him.

   Getting downstairs at the reception he paid in cash for the room and
looked at the sweet looking asian girl behind the desk.  Shame, he thought.
Still, if he came back there might a shot at her.  Big if though.  If was
successful the plan was to leave for good.



   Tiffany Storme's apartment.  Hall.  Evening.

   The phone rang.  On the floor the shoes had been kicked all the way down
the hall.  The phone rang again.  And again and again.  It clicked straight
through to messages after five rings.  "Hi, this is Tiffany, I'm REALLY
busy right now so leave message and I'll see you later." The phone clicked.

   "Tiffany, honey.  This is your father.  Pick up the phone....  Now....
I'm serious.  I want to speak to you....  I NEED to you....  Jesus Christ,
Tiffany!"



   *



   Tiffany Storme was in ecstasy as the phone clicked off.  She was on all
fours on her bed and sandwiched between two big , strong black men she and
her friend Holly Davison.  She felt the two thick cocks throb and pulse in
her ass and cunt and smiled as she looked at the satisfied expression on
Holly's face.  Holly was sitting naked in the large wicker chair in the
corner of the room.  She watched as Holly slid a finger up her pussy and
slowly fingered herself.

   "This rich bitch tight!" the black man in her ass said.

   "Fuck, yeah, bro!" the one in her cunt agreed.

   "This rich bitch want FUCKED!" she cried out.  They just grinned and
Tiffany cried out as both black cock were suddenly pushed deeper into her.
She gripped the bed and looked into the eyes of the man under her.  She
felt a hand grab her hair and her head was pulled up.  Tiffany found
herself looking into the lust-filled eyes of Holly who pushed her fingers
into Tiffany's mouth.  Tiffany tasted the pussy juices on the fingers and
sucked hard on them.  She saw Holly smile then the fingers were pulled out
and replaced by her hot lips.  Tiffany returned the kiss from Holly and
pushed her tongue against Holly's.

   The women pulled back and looked at each.  There was lust in their eyes
as Holly cupped and squeezed Tiffany's right breast.  "I wanna lick the cum
from your pussy..." Holly said, not taking her eyes from Tiffany's.

   "Mmmmm...." Tiffany smiled.

   "FUCK, YEAH!" Tiffany heard from behind her and felt the cock in her ass
being drawn back.

   "UUUuuuhhh!" she groaned as the cock slammed back into her ass.  As it
drew back she felt the one in her cunt slam forward.  Holly knelt on the
bed in front of Tiffany and held her head in her hands.  They didn't break
off looking deep into each other's eyes as Tiffany felt both thick, black
cocks pistoning into her fuckholes.  They were oblivious to the grunts and
groans and cheers of the two black studs pounding into Tiffany.



   *



   Rooftop.  Evening.

   The wind was cutting as Kobe stepped out onto the rooftop.  It was the
best place for the job.  He pulled the thick coat around him and headed to
the side of the building that overlooked the park.  He looked across the
city park then at the last sign of the sun as it gently sank way.  Soon it
would be dark and just the right light for him.  Kobe sighed and put the
case down.  He opened it and looked at the broken down rifle inside.

   It was time.



   *



   Tiffany Storme's apartment.  Hall.  Evening.

   Tiffany looked down and kissed the black man under her as Holly was
whispering to the black stud pounding away in her ass.  Suddenly she felt
him pulling back until he popped out and looked up to see him moving round.
The thick cock came round in front of her face.  Fresh from her asshole. 
Tiffany looked up to him and saw the smile on the black man's face as he
bobbed his cock in front of her.  She felt a hand on the back of her head
and saw Holly was pushing her towards it.  All the time the cock in her
cunt slid in and out, in and out.  Nice and easy.  His hands rested on her
hips.  The look on Holly's face said it silently.  Do it.

   Do it...

   Tiffany Storme, rich little celebrity socialite, opened her mouth and
took the big, black cock that had just been filling her ass into her mouth.
Looking up again she saw the black man grabbing Holly by the hair and
kissed her.  As they kissed Holly just kept pushing Tiffany's head on.  The
black man's hand grabbed her hair and pulled her towards his cock.  She
felt the cock in her cunt thrusting in faster and clamped her lips around
the cock in her mouth...



   *



   Rooftop.  Evening.

   Slow your breathing, he told himself as he remembered his training.  The
rifle was long.  It was a black market gun that had disappeared from a
military delivery.  It wasn't one of those weapons.  Not those one.  This
one worked.  Kobe knelt and peered through the long-distance scope.  He
zeroed in on the window and lowered his breathing, getting control.



   *



   The Storme Building.  Penthouse.  Evening.

   Howard Storme looked at the filthy gossip magazine again.  This was the
worst thing yet.  He looked at the frame of the video that had been
printed. Yup, that was his darling little princess.  Dear sweet Tiffany. 
The girl who would take over from him.  And there she was in a dirty little
sex tape.  Looking right in the fucking camera no less!  This the last
straw.  First thing tomorrow he would see the lawyers and get the will
changed.  If she wanted to....

   He grabbed his cell.  He was still her father, god damn it.



   *



   Tiffany Storme's apartment.  Hall.  Evening.

   "YEAH!"

   Tiffany heard Holly's cry as the two big, black cocks were slamming into
her now.  the stud under had pulled out and was kneeling behind her having
slapped his hands on her hips and pushed himself back into her cunt.  The
stud in front had her head in both hands and both men had started thrusting
and pounding and ramming into her cunt and mouth again.  The man had then
grabbed her arms and pulled them back, leaving her knees the only support
she had.  Glancing to the side Tiffany could see Holly back in the chair,
legs spread and fingering her furiously.  The cocks felt so damn big inside
her, forcing their way down her throat and up her cunt.

   "Fuck!" the stud behind her cried out, driving in again....

   "Uuh, Yeah..." the stud ramming down her throat replied as he smashed
his hips forward.  The cock slammed over her tongue and back down her
throat then stopped.  He gripped her head holding his cock down her throat.
"Fuck the bitch hard, bro!" he laughed.

   The phone started ringing again....



   *



   Rooftop.  Evening.

   Nice and easy, Kobe thought, feeling his heart calming down.  The
bastard was right there.  Right there in the crosshairs of the rifle.  Now
adjust for wind and drop and control the breathing....



   *



   Tiffany Storme's apartment.  Hall.  Evening.

   "This Tiffany Storme.  I'm a bit busy right now," the answer machine
said from the hall.  "Message me after the beep."

   BOM!  BOM!  BOM!

   The headboard of the bed was banging against the wall as the black stud
fucking Tiffany from behind upped his pace into her.  The stud down her
throat had grabbed her hair with one hand and had the other hand under her
chin.  He was sitting back and had hooked her mouth open so his large, dark
balls had popped into her mouth as well.  All the time the black man behind
was fucking and hammering her down the cock in her throat.

   "Tiffany Storme, this is your father!  You will speak to me!"

   "Not right now she won't!" the stud behind her laughed as he slammed
forward, forcing her face to squash against the other black man's belly...

   "....uuuu....hhh....u...u....uuuuu.....!" Tiffany felt her face get hot
as she started gagging on the cock that seemed to be filling every inch of
her throat....



   *



   The Storme Building.  Penthouse.  Evening.

   "TIffany!" he said, looking across the park that spread out below his
penthouse.  "I am your damn father and you will pick up this phone.  I am
sick of reading about your...  TIFFANY!" Howard yelled as the tears welled
up.  "I am so glad your mother isn't alive to see you now...."



   *



   Tiffany Storme's apartment.  Hall.  Evening.

   "You haven't heard the last of this!" Howard Storme's voice yelled
before ending the call.  Tiffany had barely heard him, she was too busy
trying to breath when the stud pulled away from her throat and she gasped
in air.  He slid off the bed and she watched him grab Holly.

   "Let's go, bitch." he smiled and pushed the blonde onto the bed.  next
to Tiffany.

   "On your back," the other one told Tiffany as he pulled out.  Tiffany
rolled onto her back obediently and both girl spread their legs for the
black men.  Both of the men sank their cocks deep into the two hot, wet
cunts and began fucking again.  The two white women looked at each other
and held hands as they smiled.

   "Come on." Tiffany told the men as she wrapped her legs around her black
stud.  She locked her ankles together.

   ""Don't you fuckin' stop." Holly told her man, letting Tiffany's hand go
and putting her arms around his neck.  She pulled him down onto her.





   *



   Rooftop.  Evening.



   "Now," he muttered as he breathed out and squeezed the trigger
gently....



   *



   Tiffany Storme's apartment.  Hall.  Evening.

   The women kissed the black men hungrily as they fucked.  They looked
deep into their eyes.  They were gasping as they were gettign closer to
climax....



   *



   The Storme Building.  Penthouse.  Evening.

   The glass seemed to explode in front of him making Howard jump back and
rolled over the leather couch.  Landing he looked over the back of the
couch and saw the glass had held but for a single bullet hole in the centre
of the web of fractured glass.  Suddenly two more shots hit the glass in
close proximity punching a larger hole through the toughened glass.

   "Shit!" Howard cried out and scrambled away to the side of the room.  He
grabbed the penthouse phone and hit the zero button.  "Security!" he yelled
looking back at the fractured glass.  "SECURITY!!!"



   *



   Tiffany Storme's apartment.  Hall.  Evening.

   "Uuuuhhh..." Tiffany was gasping sharply as the black man slowed down
his thrusting, going good and deep inside her.

   "Jesus!" Holly cried out beside her and Tiffany looked over to see the
blonde in the throes of orgasm as the black man kept thrusting into her. 
He suddenly slammed forward and arched his back.

   "Aaahhhhh!!" he gasped and Tiffany knew Holly was being filled with hot,
thick cum.

   She turned back to her stud and took his face in her hands.  "Make me
cum!" she demanded....



   *



   Rooftop.  Evening.

   How...

   Kobe looked up in surprise.  He'd had the son of a bitch dead!  That
bullet should have....  He looked back through the scope.  There was
something wrong with what he saw.  Details were just off.  Furniture around
the holes in the window seemed to be in the wrong place.  Just...

   "Fucker!" Kobe spat as he recognised the glass.  The glass was a special
security glass that made things look it was just off to the side of where
it actually was.  "Bastard." he said as the sound of sirens could heard
from across the other side of the park.  He got up and quickly started to
break the gun down.  It was time to go.



   *



   Tiffany Storme's apartment.  Hall.  Evening.

   "Uuh! ...Uuh! ...Uuh!...Uuh!" The pleasure exploded throughout her whole
body and Tiffany clung onto him as he continued rocking into her.  As she
came she suddenly felt the hot rush of thick cum explode into her own
pussy. She slapped her hands onto his ass and pushed them forward.  It felt
so fucking good...!

   As the foursome lay there panting and getting their breath, Tiffany and
Holly looked at each other.  Holly smiled.  "Swap?" she asked.

   Tiffany smiled.  The night was still young.  She caressed the ass of the
black man going soft inside her then stroked the firm shoulder of the man
on top of Holly.

   "Swap." she said....
   END OF PART ONE.