To all my detractors, I love you. This is a story about a good looking black man seeking out the women who will respond to him. He engineers situations to his advantage, you just gotta love him eh! Lol.
Christine Caroline Lomas, or CC as she was known, had been the cutest and the prettiest girl anywhere, right through Pre School to where she was now, a senior in her last year before going on to college. But now she was nearly a woman, an 18, nearly 19 young lady, and one of utter, rare soft beauty.
She was now standing at 5ft 7", weighed 110lbs, and every once of it was in the right place. Her hair was soft long, blond and silky, her face was the heart stopper though, high arched sweeping natural eyebrows, huge saucer like emerald eyes that could shoot any man down. Her cheekbones flew across her wide angular sweet face, lips that begged to be kissed, both symmetrical, pouted by god himself. And the cutest button nose with a small square slightly dimpled chin.
Even her dad, when she saw him, because her parents were separated at the moment, sighed sometimes when she caught his eye. She was popular of course, all the girls wanted to look like her, all the boys, including some of the male teachers drooled for her. Her body was sharp and toned, fit and super healthy, she would die rather than try a cigarette, never drank, and had a fitness regime.
Her body kept eyes glued to it when in movement, her tits weren't large, they sat on her frame exactly right, tight sensitive upturned nipples, above a sweeping waist, above sweeping hips, all carried by near perfect legs, no bumps, lumps, or annoying in and out bits around knees and ankles.
She was a girl learning very quickly how to become a woman, behave like a woman, and look like a woman, and not the girl she was intent on leaving behind. CC had it all, her grades were good, she did the best she could in everything she attempted, she wasn't the cleverest, and she wasn't the best, but she was better than good enough, even she knew that.
She had the pick of the boys, and knew at college it would be the same there, sometimes she wished she didn't look as good as she did. Maybe they would want her for what she was, not what she looked like. She would moan about it to her mother, who understood very well what she was going through. It was easy to see where CC got her looks from, her mother had that rare something too.
Denny Hanson was sat in his apartment looking out of the big picture window, he was getting bored, he needed something to do. At 44 he hadn't worked in a lot of years, well, not the 9 to 5 kind of work anyway. He had lived on the edge for most of his life, and life had smiled on him, he had never done anything bad.
But now he felt the need to be busy for an hour or two in the day, something that didn't interfere with his life, or him. He was well enough off never to work again, and making a living from not stepping over the line was becoming too much like hard work, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Denny was a big handsome, outwardly affable black man, 6ft 3" and looked every inch a man. He was well known in all sorts of nefarious circles, even the police knew him, but had never had the pleasure of him in their cells, much to their chagrin. His main asset was the brain a university professor, his mind a mathematical playground, and he had put it to good use over the years, through gambling, mainly poker.
The apartment he owned had been won through gambling, the man who had lost quite a considerable sum of money at the table to him hadn't been able to pay it. Denny knew that if something wasn't forthcoming he wouldn't get his winnings. So the owner of the establishment had made it his business to find out who the guy was, where he lived and what he did. Once known it was easy to put the pressure on.
He had eventually come up with a compromise, he had a bolt hole in town that he used for liaisons with girlfriends, his wife was unaware of it. The deeds were handed over, Denny was happy because it was worth a damn sight more than the man's gambling debt. He had money but couldn't get away with withdrawing such a large sum, so he had offered the apartment reluctantly.
He thanked Marty for doing all the leg work for him, and getting the debt settled.
"I owe you Denny," he said, "you looked out and took care of me when I was trying to make my way. I could never repay you for what you did, you took me under your wing, and I wouldn't be where I am now if not for you."
Denny was as about as popular as any person could be. He was able to turn any situation into a joke, make people laugh with a comment; he even got on stage at times in clubs he frequented. He ad libbed about the people in at the time, he was hilarious, and it had a well used bonus too, it led him to women. Some of them very wealthy, some of them noted celebrities.
He had fucked his way all over, all sorts of women fell for him, making them laugh was his way into the pussies. He had, as far as he knew 13 children with about 8 or 9 different women, and not one of them chased him. Black husbands had them unknowingly as their own, white ones were talked away as rape or drunken sex.
He had the ability to get into women so easily; he loved to get one who was a challenge instead of just literally falling into his bed, or theirs. But he had another asset, one that could never be over looked. His dick, it was magical, he could make love to a woman, and she would know for certain that she had been made love to by the consummate lover.
They would nearly always, if they could, come back for more, a lot more, which in turn led to the wealthy ones showering him with generous gifts of thankfulness. Yes, he had a cock that was a woman's cock, a cock made for them, and gifted to them by the handsome black seducer.
Denny picked up his local paper and was scanning through it when he saw an advertisement, it read.
We urgently require a part time janitor at Killington School. Hours 10am to 2 pm. No previous experience needed, but must be conscientious, honest and keen, would suit unemployed person.
He called a few people he knew, found out that this little menial job might just be what he was looking for, it wouldn't interfere with a late breakfast and after 2pm, the day was his. He made a further call, an appointment was made for him, and he went suitably dressed for the interview.
He was 5 minutes early, and was ushered in right on time. The head mistress, a Mrs Joyner asked him a few peremptory questions, he knew the job was his by her quiet friendly tone. And the position was indeed offered. He accepted gracefully, and checked out the headmistress, she was nice white woman, and quite a looker, about his age, and he thought that maybe he could have some fun in the future.
She walked him to the door and they shook hands, he held hers for one second longer than necessary, she looked at him. That's good, message received and understood, he said to himself. He started the following Monday, he got there 15 minutes early just to show willing, and the head janitor, who Denny immediately thought he was a prick, showed him the ropes, allocated some tasks and left him to it.
It was then that Denny saw what he was in for, he hoped, all the girls he saw were young women, some of them stunners, oh boy, he thought, happy days. He checked them out quietly as the next few days wore on, he was happy enough there, the job was a no brainer. He also made sure Mrs Joyner saw him around, he let her have the odd glance, but that was all. Got to get them to make the first move if possible, was his motto.
