Unknown - Southern tramp

Brutus couldn't get over how dazzling Miss Melanie looked that morning in her diaphanous blue gown. Her long golden hair was thrown back and fell in brilliant tresses down her back, and her large blue eyes sparkled like chinks of sky. He couldn't help stealing a look at her revealing, plunging neckline. Miss Melanie had the creamiest, smoothest looking skin he'd ever seen and her full ballooning breasts looked like round firm melons, good enough to eat.

Brutus shook these disturbing thoughts from his mind, knowing how dangerous they could be. You start messing around with the boss' daughter, you playing with fire, fool, he told himself.

Brutus didn't know that the lovely sixteen year old wench had plans to seduce him, and was squirming with excitement.

They drove along in silence for a while, and then Melanie began to speak in her sweet, innocent sounding tones.

"You planning on marrying our Dahlia, Brutus?"

The big black stud cast an amazed glance at the daughter of his employer.

"Me and Dahlia, getting hitched? No, ma'am! Where you got that idea?"

"But you like Dahlia a lot, don't you, Brutus?"

The big man shrugged. "Why, sure. Dahlia's a fine woman. But I ain't interested in her that way, ma'am. I got my own fiance in town."

"Oh," Melanie said, "Then, how come you have sex with Dahlia in the barn all the time?"

Brutus nearly swerved the car off the road and into a tree he was so overcome with shock. The hulking black brute was shaking like a leaf in consternation, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow.

"W-What's that, M-Miss Melanie?" he gasped hoarsely.

Melanie gave a silvery laugh and patted his huge bicep soothingly.

"Oh, don't look so scared, Brutus, silly! I was just pulling your leg! I'm not going to tattle to Daddy about your messing around with his mistress, don't you worry!"

Brutus gulped hard and stammered, "T-Thank you, Miss Melanie."

She batted her lashes coquettishly at him and said in a slightly lower voice, "That is, I won't tell him if you promise to do exactly as I say."

Brutus swept a sidelong, startled glance at the pretty but crafty blonde perched beside him in the front seat of the limousine.

"Anything you say, Miss Melanie," he muttered, still in a state of semi-shock.

"Good," she said crisply, "Because I'd like to get to know you a lot better, Brutus!"

She reached out and placed her small pale hand on his thigh and squeezed lightly, feeling the play of solid muscle beneath his black slacks. She was eyeing the enormous basket that bulged between the black stud's legs, and her pussy began to get all warm and itchy.

Slowly, she ran her hand down the inside of his leg toward the groin area, and a shudder ran through Brutus' huge frame.

"M-Miss Melanie," he stammered hoarsely, "I-I don't think you better do that. Your daddy would be awful, awful mad if-if…"

His voice trailed off weakly and he gave a little groan when Melanie's fingers closed around the big bulge made by his long thick cock and balls. She squeezed it lewdly, caressing the gradually expanding hose of flesh through the material of his pants and making a cooing noise of excitement and admiration.

"Ooooh, Brutus! You're so big down there, aren't you? Like a horse!" Melanie gasped.

Brutus gave a low groan of pleasure and alarm as the pretty white girl's fingers fumbled with his fly and slowly pulled down his zipper. Melanie thrust her hand eagerly inside his pants. Her fingers scraped through his tight, kinky pubic patch and brushed over the thick, rope-like shaft of his donkey-sized schlong. Grasping it at the base, she fished the flopping prong of meat out of the black dude's pants and gave a little squeak of admiration when it sprang free and continued to grow and grow and grow in her little lily white hand, a huge, purple-knobbed slab of dark flesh and gristle, hot with lust and throbbing mightily.

"Oh, MY, Brutus! It's even bigger close up than it looked yesterday in the barn!" Melanie gasped, her blue eyes widening as she ran her fingers up and down the thickening stem of the impressive, rubbery pole.

"I-In the barn?" Brutus croaked, looking at her in wonder.

"Yes, Brutus, I was spying on you and Dahlia when you were getting it on in the barn yesterday afternoon," Melanie said with a giggle, "But don't worry, Brutus, Daddy's not going to find out. I'm a clever young lady, and you just do what I say and everything will be just fine!"

The black brawny brute had no choice but to obey the willowy young blonde's commands.

They were nearing Mulligan's Lake, a large oval-shaped body of water in the countryside where folks sometimes came to picnic. Today, the area was deserted and looked idyllic and beautiful.

Melanie spotted a grove of oak trees near the water, and she decided that was as good a place as any for the little sex session she wanted to have with Brutus before going into town.

"Oh, Brutus! See that clearing in those trees over there? Drive the car into it and park for a while, will you please?"

"Yes, ma'am," Brutus muttered, his heart pounding hard.

The soft white hand which continued to pump up and down the rigid length of his rigid phallus was sending darts of flaming prurience through his lusty loins, and his fear was becoming overwhelmed by the hot, unreasoning desire that was taking possession of his senses. Hell, the prettiest, sexiest white girl he'd ever laid eyes on was practically begging him to get into her pants! What red-blooded guy could turn down an offer like that, no matter what the potential consequences might be?

Brutus pulled the limousine into the clearing, parking beneath an enormous oak tree which cast a shadow across the car and camouflaged it somewhat.

Melanie went to work right away. Her fingers darted to Brutus' shirt, unbuttoning it rapidly and drawing it open. She cooed in feminine pleasure as she ran her hands over the hard, muscular slopes of his mahogany hued torso, scraping her fingers through the tight kinky coils of hair that covered his chest and belly. She bent forward and pressed her lips lightly to his warm brown flesh. Lashing out her tongue, she lapped at it lewdly, and inhaled the musky, pungent scent of Brutus' masculine black body.

The big black stud groaned in pleasure, gaping at the gorgeous girl who was so obscenely tonguing his body. Her silky blonde hair spilled across his dark, rippling belly as she moved downward, dipping her tongue briefly into his navel before swirling it through the pungent mane of dark, kinky pubic hair that surrounded the thick bulging root of his prick, which she was still pumping with one hand.

Bending low, Melanie blew hot air on the huge, swollen nuts that dangled to the seat of the car, and then pressed her puckered, pink lips against the scumbag, kissing it wetly, the tip of her tongue snaking out and sluicing across the wrinkly skin, tasting the bittersweet flavor of his manhood.

The sultry blonde purred in excitement, lewdly swirling her tongue around the fat, vein-etched base of his battering ram, moving slowly up the trunk-like column, sucking her pouting lips about the gnarled, rigid flesh and darting her tongue rapidly back and forth across it.

She bathed the stretched, taut flesh with her warm saliva, and hummed against the sensitized tower as she sucked at and kissed it. Brutus gave a low, broken moan of pleasure, his senses swirling with lust. Reaching down, he ran his huge, coarse fingers through Melanie's silken blonde tresses and shuddered as he felt her lips brush over the bulging, mushroom-shaped knob of his cock.

Melanie lapped the driblet of translucent liquid that had pearled on the tip of his glans, and then stretched her jaws wide apart and slowly let the first couple of inches of the enormous phallus slide over her wriggling tongue and into her mouth. He was truly gargantuan! Her jaws were straining so far apart they threatened to snap, and ached with the effort required to accommodate a log of flesh so large. But Melanie loved it. She loved the heady, pungent taste and smell of the thick, unwashed slab of black manmeat. Her vision was cloudy with sluttish excitement, and she suckled the cock excitedly, running her fingers up and down the shaft while with her other hand, she tickled and caressed his balls.