JJs mistake
By Crossman at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk
A black amazon beauty dishes out what every white guy wants


Jasmin Johnson was a stunning black beauty, a woman just entering her late
20s, with a sculpture and toned body, a strong woman, a woman who could
defiantly look after herself. An Amazon, that was JJ,

Her business phone rang hello it was Dave, now Dave is that kind of guy that
can get you anything, the friend of a friend with all the right contacts. He
could get you anything or any service for a price. Thought you might be
interested in this he said a guy, a white guy whos after a strong black women
to beat him up JJ smile, dont all white men want that.

She had been driving around the area for about 10-15 mins Hill view.. Hill
view she was muttering to herself. A screech of breaks, reverse and turned
into the road bloody useless road sign, the road was full of expensive homes,
a bit of money in this road she thought. 28..30..32! she parked on the
opposite side of the road and looked at No 30. A large house two cars in the
drive way, nice place. She was just about to get out her car when the front
door of No 30 open, a man 59ish early to mid 30s walked out, short polo shirt
with two large suit cases. He placed then in the sport car, just then a blond
bimbo type came out the house, the two talked for a bit kissed goodbye then
the bimbo got in the sports car and drove off. The guy returned to the house,
Jasmin thought to herself as she walked over to the house so thats his game
when the cats away he wants to play She rang the bell but Im the one whos
going to play she smiled.

The door opened yes Jasmin ignored him brushed past him and walked straight
in, the hallway was big, tall all the way up to the roof with a large
staircase, what looked like expensive painting decorated the high walls.
Excuse me who are you? she stopped looking around oh you she turned and faced
him, she undid the belt of her trench coat, it fell to the floor. I said who..
his voice stop dead as he saw the woman beneath the coat, he took in the sight
of a dark black athletic Amazon woman dressed in black knee length boots and a
leopard skin sports bikini. Her sculptured body was breath taking; he looked
up her body, till he came to a beautiful face, bright red full lips and long
plaited jet black hair. Im Jasmin, was that your wife who just left? what? yes
er wife business trip, why am I telling you!. She smiled, he was dumb struck
at the sight of her body, she enjoyed that, why the cats away were going to
play she came closer to him and gave him a kiss on the lips er.. whats going
on only thing is this cats a leopard and shes got claws. Jasmins right hand
came down hard across his face SLAP! His knees buckled it was the last thing
he was expecting why the he.. SLAP her left hand attacked his other side of
his face, harder this time. Again he buckled and staggered back a few steps,
he held his sore face what there was no time for him to say any more. In one
sharp moment Jasmin had turned her back into him grabbed dropped her shoulder
and throw him over it, a loud THUD rang out as he landed squarely onto the
hallway rug then sliding for about 15 feet on the polished wooden floor, like
a kid on a mat coming down the helter-skelter. He didnt have time to recover,
Jasmin grabbed him by the hair pulling him up, he held onto her strong thighs
as she pulled him up. But he wasnt done for, driving his head and shoulder
into her stomach OOHFF, knocking the wind out off her as he drove her into the
hallway side table. The entangled pair fell over the table onto the floor, the
man on top; he clumsily lashed out only a poor shot that partially succeeded
as his fist just caught Jasmins jaw. Then a sharp pain as her knee found its
mark in his groin, she pushed him off and he rolled around in agony.

Back on her feet Jasmin pulled the disoriented man to his knees by his hair,
SMACK as her fist connected with his jaw, again SMACK as the other fist
followed. Again and again and again her fist did their work; the hallway was
filled with the sound of beautiful black fists hitting soft white flesh. He
blanched there on his knees, not sure what was keeping him up. Jasmin bent
down and picked up one of the letters that now strummed the floor. Mr & Mrs
John Cadman she read out well John wonder what Mrs Cadman would say to all
this? She drove her right thigh into his chin; it had the desired affect and
sent him to the floor in a heap. A few swift kicks to the abbs just to keep
him in place, she pulled him up again, he held on to her leg to steady
himself. Even in his state he could feel the strength, firmness and silkiness
of her body and she felt good, Jasmin knew this and pulled him up slowly so
that could feel her. He stood in front of her, an inch or so taller even if he
was slouched, his hands on her hips like the body do you white man? She
grabbed his cock through his shorts, it was getting hard you do dont you
who..? But before he could finish she had carried out the perfect judo
shoulder throw and he had landed half way down the hallway. To her surprise
and delight he got to his feet himself, even if he was unsure on them, a bit
of a wobble had set it. Her fists did there work SMACK SMACK and he wobbled
some more, a trickle of blood ran from his lip and nose, eyes started to puff
up. She pushed him back, not that hard just to give him a chance to get his
thought together, which he did in a way. He let out wild punches; she easily
stepped backwards and out of his reach. He missed her 4 5 times as she stepped
backwards each time then with one big swing and all his strength he swung out
at her. But Jasmin again simply ducked out the way but this time his fist did
connect, but unfortunately for him it was with the wall. The pain shot down
his fist and arm and he screamed out. Must look where your going little man
she said with a smile, her connected into his bent double body, he staggered
back but not too far as Jasmin grabbed his head and throw his face into her
knee as she drove it up. He bounced off her knee staggering backward hitting
the wall and slumping to the floor.

She slowly ambled over to him, her strong hand grabbed is hair pulled him up
and her sculptured thigh smashed into the side of his head sending him back up
the hallway. Up onto his feet he was pulled again, Jasmin pushed him against a
wall she grabbed him by this t-shirt and ripped it in half you need to work
out more if youre going to be any kind of competition for me boy. He tried to
protest plea.. but she turned and drove her elbow into his stomach, knocking
the air out him then hip tossed him onto the floor. She dropped onto him,
wrapped her powerful legs around each of his and her arm around his neck; with
her free hand she grabbed his cock. He was still hard, she squeezed him time
to cum for mummy she yanked him from out his shorts. Her expert hand worked
his manhood thats it boy still hard for your mistress arent you she played
with him no please dont it was all he could do to resist almost crying, but he
could put up no resistance to her. Soon she would finish him thats it little
man now cum for your mistress he sobbed, she knew he was ready and on queue he
shot his load, Jasmin had milked him and destroyed him.

She got up and towered over the broken man kiss your mistress feet boy her
boot almost forced into his face, he willingly kissed her boot. He even
enjoyed the taste of the leather boot. But she had no sympathy the beautiful
black Amazon dragged her victim up once more, she eyed a door, must lead
somewhere, lets find out where, and with deadeye accuracy she throw him over
her should and he landed dead centre of the door, smashing it open. He lay
there in the entrance to what looked like a study, nice room and a idea time
to pay for the privilege of mistress visit, two thousand in cash boy ye..yes
mistress. The man crawled over to a cupboard, open it, a small safe inside.
Jasmin looked around, good house, nice furniture, a safe; she could be onto a
winner here.

The man crawled back with fist full of money here mistress, she was onto a
winner here. Taking the money she once more pulled the man up, he stood there
tired, beaten and wobbling about, SMACK SMACK a left and right fist connected,
OOHHHFF her kneed connected with his stomach, THUD a right arm uppercut, he
wobbled and wobbled but still didnt go down. You will go down you bastard he
was almost dead on his feet with the beating she had given him. But he never
saw the final blow; all he saw was a blur as she launched into a round house
kick that connected perfectly. He was spun around and was sent through the air
by the force of the kick he landed half way across the room onto a large
writing desk. SMASH! He landed face down on the desk. Jasmin smile a good
ending for him, not even bothering to check him she collected her coat, with
her lipstick she wrote over the hallway call me when you can put up a better
fight and her number.

Jasmin left the house, back in her car she counted the money two thousand a
good days work, she smiled. Driving off she turned out of the road and into
Hill view what!!! She stopped and looked around she was meant to have gone to
32 Hill view, Hill side! The sign on the road she had just been in said Hill
side wrong house!! She had just beaten up and stolen money off someone who oh
well she though how would he explain it anyway? Oh well his problem! Jasmin
found number 32, the right one this time, and time to beat someone else up. As
she reached the door a text message came through Thank you mistress, my wife
will be away again in two weeks time could you please come back then? she
smiled and rang the door bell. The door open she strolled in, the door closed
behind her and a loud SMACK was heard as if someone had been hit very hard
across the face!!!!!