James Barton: Door to door teaser

Forty minutes later, she pulled into the wide drive of the Van Atten residence, slowed and drove toward the large home situated amid high pines and evergreens. She pulled up in front of the mansion and wondered again at Marge's mysterious message… Old Tom… possibly Mr. Van Atten? Well, she decided as she unlocked the trunk and removed the parcels for that address, she'd soon find out!

Ringing the bell for the fourth time, she experienced a sinking feeling in her stomach – no answer. Could it be that both the Van Attens and their servants were away? Not likely, she thought, and decided to walk around to the back of the house – there was a walk and an arbor to one side – perhaps they were all at the pool, if they had one. And she strode off briskly in that direction.

As she emerged from the covered arbor, she ran head on into an elderly black gentleman, spilling her packages. She was startled at first, but as she looked at his sweet, smiling face as he apologized, she really couldn't be angry.

"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am," he said again as he picked up the last of the parcels. "But is there sumpin' I can do for you?"

Pam blushed slightly, then replied, "Well… yes, I'm from Lotus Products… I was looking for Mrs. Van Atten."

The man's face brightened suddenly as he stepped back and looked her up and down. "Now where's that nice Miz Townsend gone off to?"

Pam blushed again under the man's appraising stare. "Ummm, she's off ill today – but actually, she won't be with Lotus but another week – I'm her replacement."

"Right sorry to hear that – but glad she got a pretty lady like you to take care of Mrs. Van," he said, and smiled broadly. "Ah… guess you didn't know, though."

"Know?"

"Yes'm… Mrs. Van's gone off for two weeks herself – Bermuda, I believe."

"Gracious!" Pam exclaimed. "Ummm – Mr. Van Atten?"

The old man laughed. "Ain't been one of them in years, Miz Drum…"

"Oh… well, I suppose I can come back…" and she looked thoughtfully at the elderly man. "Unless you could sign for these things – I could have the bill mailed to Mrs. Van Atten."

"Sure could, ma'am… does that all the time 'round here!" he told her, and gestured toward a pair of glass doors. "Come on in – we can put these things in there and then I'll sign your paper for you."

Pam followed the man and he unlocked the glass doors that led to a darkened study just off the large expanse of lawn. Inside it was cool and dim and Pam walked with the man to a large mahogany desk; as he set the packages aside, Pam thought, Why this must be 'Old Tom'!

She bent over the desk and the man watched as she dug through her purse in search of her order book. As she leaned forward, the back of her skirt hiked up displaying her white thighs and just the fringes of her bikini panties. The man swallowed thickly as the young white girl leaned forward then and exposed more of her posterior to him. He thought again of the other Lotus Lady and he felt the sudden rising in the leg of his coveralls.

"Ummm… did Miz Townsend maybe mention me to you, Miz Drum?" the man asked as he plunged his hands into his deep pockets and pressed down his growing erection.

Without looking up, she checked off the items on the delivery slip and she smiled as she told him, "Well, yes – as a matter of fact she did. She told me to be especially nice to a gentleman named Tom."

"Tom?" he questioned, then smiled as he connected the name to the Townsend woman. "Oh, yes'm… that's right… Miz Van lets me do a lot of the buyin' 'round here – guess that's what she meant, allright," and he felt his prick growing stiff against his leg as the girl looked over her shoulder and smiled brightly at him.

As she checked the packages off the list she sensed the old black man move closer to her, but she thought nothing of it, for she knew he would be responsible for all the articles he signed for. As she reached the bottom of her list, she sighed and said, "There – that's it, if you'd like to check it," and she turned to look at him.

Pam gasped as she turned, for standing only inches away from her, the Negro had unbuttoned the front of his coveralls and was holding onto the largest, blackest cock she had ever seen!

"But… but…" she began to protest, unable to believe her eyes.

The old man smiled and licked his lips as he reached for her hand. "Member what Miz Townsend said? Be nice to Old Tom?" and as he spoke, he took her hand in his callused paw and lifted it to place it on his throbbing, hot cock.

"Ohhhh!" she gasped again as her fingers came in contact with the man's prick. "I… that is… I don't think…"

"Now, now, Miz… just touch it a li'l for me… We all by ourselves here… doors locked from the inside and nobody ever gonna know unless we tells 'em… you just play with it a bit and we gonna buy lots of them Lotus things!"

"But… but that's bribery!"

The old Negro smiled as he reached for her other hand and forced her to wrap it around the thick base of his prick as her fingers curled around the head of it. "Well, not exactly, ma'am… I calls it jus' playin' 'round a bit… and that never hurt no one… an'it shore feels good!"

Pam blinked her eyes and stared in disbelief as both of her hands were wrapped about his swelling prick. He moved forward a bit and as he did, the thick foreskin was peeled back to expose the glistening head. She had never seen a black prick before, let alone touch one, and she felt a sudden stab of excitement as she realized that this man was black! Oh, God, she thought, it was happening again today! She swallowed back her fear as a warm stirring made itself felt between her legs.

"Uh-huh! That's it, child… just play with it a bit… squeeze it and rub it all over… that feels good!" he told her as he moved his hips back-and-forth and released his hands from around hers.

Pam looked down in fascination as his hands moved away – she knew she could pull her hands off if she wanted to, but the longer she held the stiff, hot meat in her soft hands, the more she wanted to hold it. She peeled back the foreskin and inspected the huge head of his prick; a small drop of fluid squeezed out and hung suspended and she rubbed her thumb over it and rubbed it into the sensitive skin of the head.

The old Negro moaned lowly and Pam became aware of his rough hands on her hips – beneath her skirt! She tried to back away a bit, but she felt the hard outline of the desk cut into the cheeks of her ass as she did. She opened her mouth to protest, but as she did, the old man's hands hooked onto her bikinis and pulled them down to her knees.

She gasped as she looked down at her panties, and for some reason, she suddenly wanted them off! She wriggled a bit and finally they fell to her ankles where she was able to kick them off. Then the old man raised her skirt and exposed the lush blonde thatch of hair that grew above her pussy, and he drew in his breath sharply.

"My, oh, my!" he exclaimed. "You is blonde all the way down there!" and his huge black paw closed around her cunt as he stood sideways a bit and pumped his prick into her hands.

Pam swallowed thickly as she saw his hand on her pussy; the sharp contrast in color sent a thrill through her lusting young body and all thoughts of rejection or refusal left her mind as his thick middle finger pried apart her cunt lips and slid in easily to the first knuckle.

"Ummm-mmm! Just like you was greased, mizzy!" he told her, and Pam recalled using some vaginal ointment that morning, and was thankful for the fact that she had. The old man wormed his finger deeper inside her, then pulled it out and took hold of Pam about the waist and lifted her effortlessly onto the edge of the desk. Her hands still held his prick and suddenly she understood as he slipped his hands behind her knees and lifted her legs so that they were spread wide, exposing her pussy to the head of his bulging prick.