by Thomas Henry
She tugged at my hair and wriggled against my touch. “Oh, you tease so much!”
I plunged my tongue into her folds and pushed it as deep into her creamy depth as I could. She bucked against me and grabbed at my head. “Oh, yeah! Oh…”
I found her clit with my lips and flicked it with my tongue. She squeezed my head between her thighs. I put my hands behind her knees and spread her wide open. I looped my arms around her legs and found her breasts with my hands. I sucked on her clit and squeezed her nipples, rolling them hard between my fingertips. Crystal squealed and shook, clamping my head between her thighs once again. I was pleased that she came so quickly. I wondered if she would respond as well to my cock.
As I was kissing my way back up her body, she said, “Thuy right, you know. You eat pussy very good.”
“As well as Thuy?”
“Well, it different with lady. Not same feeling for me. Lady very good, but not same as man.”
“Here’s something else that’s different,” I said as I worked the head of my cock up and down between her folds. I couldn’t believe how creamy she was. And I couldn’t help but think how creamy Rachel had been back in our high-school days. And that made me think of Karen. And that gave me pause about what I was about to do. For all I knew, Karen was copulating with her husband at that very moment, but I still felt guilty about being with another woman.
I shook my head and tried to clear my mind. Who was I kidding? There was no way I wasn’t going to plunge my cock into Crystal’s pussy again. And so I did.
She was warm…almost hot…as she enveloped me. And she was so lubricated that I was up to my balls in her with a single push. I pressed my chest against those luscious tits and began to stroke her. Crystal wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me her lips.
I managed to maintain control for quite a while. When I got to the point where I knew I couldn’t last much longer, I pushed deep into her and ground the base of my cock against her clit. She responded quickly, digging her nails into my back and strangling me with her legs as I spilled into her.
With my passion spent, at least temporarily, blood flowed back into my brain and I began to wonder just what Crystal was up to. I wasn’t convinced that her orgasms had been genuine. I guess I had bedded too many strippers over the years. Now that she had made me cum, I half expected Crystal to look at her watch and tell me it was time for her to go.
But, all she did was cling to me and kiss me until my softening cock slipped out of her. I rolled onto my back, and Crystal scampered out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. A minute later, she returned with a warm washcloth. She carefully wiped off my cock and balls, and then ran the washcloth between her own thighs as she disappeared into the bathroom again.
When she returned, I pretty much expected her to start putting on her clothes. I was thinking about how big a “tip” to give her…and how much to give her for Thuy. But she hopped back into bed and snuggled up to me. She put her head on my shoulder and kissed my cheek. Her hand drifted down my stomach and found my still-swollen cock. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed gently. Then she started stroking me very slowly.
I hardened again, and I started to feel that need in my balls. Crystal must have read my mind, because she slid her hand down my shaft and cupped my balls. She alternated between rubbing them and gently tugging on them. My cock was throbbing.
“How about we make deal?” she said.
Here it comes, I thought. I knew she wasn’t here because of my irresistible charm. How much did she want? “What do you have in mind?”
She continued to massage my balls. She was young, but she knew exactly how to negotiate with a man.
“I need a daddy.”
She took me by surprise with that one. “So you do want to have a baby?” I asked. My stomach churned with the knowledge that she already had a belly full of my sperm.
She giggled. “No, not baby daddy. Daddy for me. You know…sugar daddy.”
My stomach settled, but I still felt vulnerable as she continued to fondle my balls.
“I hate dancing in bar,” she continued. “I like go back school. So…I thinking. Maybe you support me while I go school, and I belong to you. I be your sugar baby.”
“Sugar baby?”
“Yeah. You take care me, and I take care you. I do whatever sex you like. Anything. I belong to you…only you. Unless…”
“Unless what?”
“Unless you want me do like Karen. You know, play with somebody else while you watch…or something like that. If you take care me, I do whatever you say. You can tie me up…fuck my ass…whatever you like do.”
“You know I have Mai living with me when she is in town.”
“I know. That okay. I no make trouble with her. You take care me, and I do whatever you say and I no tell anybody. I promise.”
I had my doubts about the wisdom of making such a deal with her, and I wasn’t sure she was serious, but with my balls in her grasp, she was negotiating very effectively. My cock was oozing and my balls were once-again aching with need.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m not sure where I would put you. You know, this is my personal, private place. I don’t want anyone living here, and I don’t think Mai would…”
“No, no…you no worry about that. I can stay with my mom. She say if I go school, I can come home and live with her. But…”
“But?”
“Well, you cannot come see me there. You know, Mom not like that.”
“Yeah, I can imagine. I’m probably older than your father.”
Crystal shrugged. “I don’t know.” She winked at me. “But I know you older than Mom.”
Crystal continued to negotiate with her hand as she kissed me and gazed at me with those beautiful brown eyes. “So what you think?”
“I don’t have enough blood left in my head to think right now. But maybe we can figure something out.”
And we did. Crystal already had worked through the numbers and knew what she needed. All things considered, it was a lot less than I had expected her to ask for. I didn’t know if I really wanted a sugar baby, but her interest in getting out of the bar and going back to school seemed genuine, so I decided to give the arrangement a try.
* * * *
“What does mindinko mean?” Karen asked. It was the first time we had talked on the phone since Ted came home.
“I don’t recognize that word. Where’d you see it?”
“I overheard Ted talking to someone on the phone. He was talking about taking me to something called a mindinko party.”
I felt like I had been punched in the solar plexus. “Um…” I tried to breathe. “Um, the word is Mandingo. Mandingo party.”
“Oh...so you do know the word. What’s it mean? What kind of party is it?”
My heart was racing, and I struggled to breathe as images of Karen being ravished by a gang of naked black men flashed through my mind. “Um…I’ve never heard of anyone having one here in Hawaii…but on the Mainland, a Mandingo party is where white women have sex with black guys while their husbands or boyfriends watch. I have the impression it’s usually some kind of gangbang.”
“Gangbang? Really?”
“Well, don’t know that for sure. But that’s what I’ve heard.”
“I see.” Karen was silent for a few moments. I could hear her breathing. Finally, she said, “So why is it called a Mandingo party? What does ‘Mandingo’ mean?”
“Well…I’m not really sure why it’s called that. Maybe it’s a reference to the black porn actor who calls himself Mandingo. The man has a huge dick, and I think he usually performs with white women. Or, maybe the name comes from an old movie from the ‘70s called ‘Mandingo.’ I don’t remember it very well, but it had something to do with a black slave having sex with a plantation owner’s white wife.”
“And his name was Mandingo, too?”
“No, I don’t remember his name, but he was a Mandingo, which is the name of a people from
Africa. According to the movie, Mandingo men were highly prized as fighters. In fact, the character in the movie was played by Ken Norton, who was a well-known heavyweight boxer back when the movie was made. If I remember correctly, he was the guy who broke Muhammad Ali’s jaw.”
“Seems odd that people today would name a party after an old movie about slavery.”
“Yeah. I’ve heard that some people think Mandingo parties are racist. They draw some kind of parallel between the parties and the slavery era.”
“I don’t get that. What’s a party today got to do with slavery back then?”
“Well…I‘m not really sure. I mean, Mandingo parties obviously are all about a racial fetish…white women with black men. But what exactly does that mean? Different people seem to read different things into it. Some people think the black guys are being degraded as mere sex objects. Other people think the black guys are being put on a pedestal, and it’s the white guys who are being degraded.”
After another pause, Karen asked, “How do you know all this stuff?”
“Well…you know…a guy hears things.”
“Oh, you always say that!” I heard her take a deep breath and slowly exhale. “Well, I guess I know where Ted’s coming from.”
“Oh? How’s that?”
“Remember when you asked me if I was going to tell Ted about Bill or the bachelor party? And you said if those were just one-time things, so to speak, then telling Ted might not be a good thing to do. But if I intended to continue, then I should tell him.”
“Uh-huh…”
“Well, I decided not to tell Ted about the bachelor party, because that definitely was a one-time thing, and I don’t know how he would react to me doing something like that. He might be really upset that I did it without his approval, especially since he couldn’t be there to see it.”
“Yeah. He might be really pissed at me, too.”
“Yeah, maybe. So I’m not going to tell him about that. But Bill is a different matter. I want to keep seeing him, but I really don’t want to do it behind Ted’s back. So, I thought I should figure out some way to bring Bill into the picture with Ted.”
My stomach knotted as an image of Karen riding Bill’s cock flashed through my mind. “So you’re going to tell Ted about Turtle Bay and all that?”
“Well…no...I don’t know how he’d react if he found out I already had sex with Bill without his approval. He might get really upset and insist that I not see Bill anymore, and I don’t want to risk that. But I had been thinking maybe Ted would be turned on by the idea of watching me have sex with a black guy. Who knows? Maybe he already had been fantasizing about it, you know? So maybe I could figure out a way for Ted to meet Bill somehow, and then maybe Ted would “introduce’ Bill to me and bring him into the picture that way. You know, maybe I could get Ted to think it’s his idea for me to have sex with Bill.”
“I see. So you and Bill would pretend not to know each other, and Ted would think he was arranging for you to have sex with Bill for the first time?”
“Yeah, something like that. Anyway…I was trying to figure out a way to bring up the idea to Ted. You know, the general idea of me having sex with a black guy. I know he gets horny as hell when he tells me about his fantasies involving me. So the other night, while I was giving him a blowjob, I just casually asked him what he fantasized about when he was at sea…you know, when he masturbated. I asked if he fantasized about me having sex with you…or did he fantasize about me with other guys?
“He said he did both. He said he thought about the times he watched me with you, and he tried to imagine what we were doing while he was away. And then, when I sweet-talked him a little, and gave his balls a nice massage, he admitted he also fantasized about me with other guys.
“I asked him what kind of guys and what kind of fantasies. So, he told me about a couple of things, and when he finished, I casually asked him if he ever fantasized about me with black guys. At first he didn’t say anything, but after I squeezed his balls and coaxed him, he admitted that was one of his favorite fantasies. But he said he had been reluctant to tell me because he didn’t know how I would react.
“So I acted kind of sheepish and hesitant…and then admitted it was one of my fantasies, too. I was about to suggest that maybe we should look for a black guy for real, thinking that, you know, I’d work out a way for it to be Bill. But before I could say anything, Ted reached over and picked up the phone and called someone about that Min…Mandingo…party thing.”
“He made the call while you were giving him a blowjob?”
“Yep. I guess the idea of taking me to a Mandingo party turned him on more.”
“So…what did he find out?”
“I don’t know. He really didn’t say. He just hung up the phone and jumped on me. And we didn’t do much talking for quite a while after that.”
Once again, my stomach churned, this time with visions of Karen in the throes of passion with her husband. “I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve never heard of a Mandingo party in Hawaii, but why take the risk that he’ll find one? Why don’t you just figure out a way to have Ted watch you have sex with Bill?”
“Well, I would if I could think of a way of introducing Bill without revealing that we already…well, you know.”
My mind was racing, and my stomach was churning. I really didn’t want Ted dragging Karen to some party where she might be gangbanged by a bunch of strangers.
“Hmmm…I may have an idea,” I said. “What if we get Mai to ‘introduce’ Bill to you and Ted? It just might work. She doesn’t know that you’re already involved with Bill. She doesn’t even know that you know him. But she did tell you about that time she and I had the threesome with him, so she knows that you know of him. I’d think it probably would seem natural to her that you or Ted might ask her about Bill if she knows you’re looking for a black man to help act out a fantasy. I’ll bet she would be willing to try to arrange something. Maybe she could work it out for you and Ted to ‘meet’ Bill at a party, or something like that.”
“Hmmm…that does sound like a pretty good idea. But isn’t she in Vietnam?”
“Yeah, but she’s about to head back. She’ll be here in a few days.”
* * * *
When I arrived at my Halawa man-cave, Bill’s car was parked next to my building, but he wasn’t in it. And Karen’s car was nowhere in sight. I was a little late, and I assumed she was running late, too. But where was Bill? It was his lunch hour, so maybe he had wandered down the street to grab something to eat.
The three of us were getting together to talk over a plan for getting Mai to “introduce” Bill to Karen and Ted. Karen and I already had concocted the basic plan, but we thought we should meet with Bill to flesh it out and make sure all three of us were on the same page.
I suppose we could have done it over the phone, but I really wanted to see Karen in person. It had been much too long. I figured that her daughters were in school and Ted was at work…and Bill would need to get back to his office fairly soon. So with any luck, I would have a couple of hours of quality time alone with Karen. My balls tightened in anticipation. I hoped she arrived soon.
I pressed the remote button, and the overhead door rolled up. Surprise, surprise. Karen’s car was parked inside. Of course. She had a remote control for the door. Somehow, that had slipped my mind.
I pulled in next to her car and pushed the button to lower the door. I looked around, but didn’t see Karen. Apparently she already had gone upstairs. My stomach knotted. They had gone upstairs.
I hadn’t seen Karen since Ted came home, and I was pretty sure Bill hadn’t either. So I figured he probably was all over her the moment he saw her. As I got out of my car, I couldn’t help but wonder how long they had been here…and what they had been doing while they were waiting for me.
I had a feeling I knew the answer. The knot in my stomach grew. My already-tight balls started to ache. Maybe I could sneak up on them and surprise them in the act.
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br /> Had they heard the rollup door? I hoped not. I eased my car door shut and tiptoed up the stairs.
No one was in the public area. No one was in my office. I crept to the bedroom door and peeked around the jamb. As I had pretty-much expected, they were naked in my bed.
Karen was lying on her side, facing me. Bill was spooning her. Her butt was pressed against his groin, and her leg was draped back over his, giving him full access to her pussy. She was kissing him over her shoulder as he slowly stroked her. She clung to his head with one hand and grunted a muffled “Mmm!” each time he pushed his glistening cock balls-deep into her.
My body reacted the way it always did when I saw them together. My stomach was in turmoil, but my balls were aching, and my cock was straining against my pants.
I watched them for a couple of minutes. At one point, Bill seemed to glance at me, but he continued kissing and stroking her without acknowledging my presence. Finally, I cleared my throat and stepped into the doorway. Karen broke off their kiss and looked my way. She seemed startled to see me standing there.
“Oh! Hi!” she said.
“Hi yourself.”
“See…I told you I thought I heard the door,” Bill said, nuzzling her ear. He didn’t miss a beat as he continued to stroke her with his ebony rod. He slid a hand up her body and cupped her breast.
“We got here a little early,” Karen said. “So…”
“Uh-huh. Mind if I watch?” I asked. They were beautiful together, and notwithstanding the pangs of jealousy stabbing me in the gut, I was extremely aroused by their obviously genuine passion for each other.
“Be my guest,” Bill said. He gazed directly into my eyes as he squeezed Karen’s breast and sank his cock deep into her. He clearly sensed…and enjoyed…my internal conflict over how much she loved fucking him.
Karen closed her eyes and moaned as she turned her head back toward Bill. She put her hand around his neck and pulled his head down to kiss him. They continued kissing for some time, with Karen grunting each time Bill gave her a deep, powerful stroke.