Contrasts

by Charles Arnold

  She had told the tattoo guy exactly what he was to do. It had been the same wherever they went. The girl was decisive and demanding. Store managers, clerks, waitresses, respected her. She greeted Ann with a nod and ignored Paul. She wore a red velvet floor length robe and open toed vinyl heels, heavy makeup and several gold bracelets. She looked carefully at Ann and nodded her head in approval. “You look hot, but not too hot for a Sunday morning,” she said

  Ann felt herself blushing, “Thank you.” Rona raised an eyebrow. “Oh,” Ann said, “I’m sorry. I mean thank you, Mistress Rona.”

  Rona finally acknowledged Paul and pointed to a chair in the far corner of the room. He removed his cap and crossed to sit in the chair holding the cap in his lap. Rona moved to the couch and sat down leaving Ann standing in the middle of the room. The black girl looked up at her. “Do you know why you’re here?”

  Ann shook her head, “No, I don’t.”

  “Mr. Watts and I looked at the tapes last night. They showed that you don’t know shit about sucking cock? Is that right?”

  Blushing furiously, Ann nodded, “I never....I mean....last night was the first....”

  “Yeah, that was fucking obvious. You’re here today to get a lesson. I been suckin cock since I was nine years old so there ain’t nothin I don’t know about how to do it and do it good.” She sat back and appraised Ann. “I guess you’re wondering whose cock you’re gonna learn on?” Ann glanced at Paul. Rona laughed, “Fuck no! Your mouth belongs to black men. Besides I bet Paulie’s dick ain’t no bigger than his thumb.” She looked over at Paul and laughed again. “Your wife is gonna learn on one of the most beautiful black pricks God ever made.” She turned to yell down the hallway, “Hey Danny, your cocksucker is here!

  She turned back to Ann, “He was takin a shower. We just finished fuckin an hour ago, but it don’t take him no more than three minutes to get it hard again.” She grinned, “When he sees what I got for him his cock will jump right up, hard as steel. He’s my boyfriend.” She handed Ann a small rosewood box. “A present from Mr. Watts,” she said.

  Ann opened the hinged lid. Inside was a circular gold ponytail hair clip. Ann looked at Rona, “What....” she began.

  “It’s for when you suck cocks. Pull your hair back. The men want to see your face while you blow them.”

  They heard someone coming down the hall and then he stood in the arched entryway to the living room. He was very black, coal black and muscular, broad shouldered and narrow waisted. He wore a white terrycloth robe. His feet were bare. Ann stared at him unable to speak. He was unquestionably the most attractive man, black or white she’d ever seen. Slightly over six feet, a finely chiseled face, high cheekbones, straight nose, big soft brown eyes, a wide mouth, huge hands and feet, and a warm smile, welcoming instead of mocking. She felt her heart racing. Rona watched them closely and frowned. “This my boyfriend, Danny Morgan,” she said, her voice pitched higher than usual. “He plays for the New Your Giants.”

  Dan shook his head at her, “Rona why don’t you tell it like it is.” He turned back to Ann, “I play on the practice squad and only on special teams. I don’t dress for games, at least not yet.”

  “Well,” Rona said, “I know you gonna be on the first string before this season is over and then half the bitches in the United States, white and black be hot for you. It ain’t like you ain’t had a lot of pussy already and most of it white; high school girls, college, cheerleaders, rich white bitches.” She wagged a finger at Ann, “But since we hooked up, he ain’t fuckin nobody but me. One thing about Danny Morgan, he’s not the fuckin around kind when he got a girlfriend who gives it to him when he wants it. Ain’t that right, Danny?”

  Still standing in the entryway looking steadily at Ann, he laughed. “That’s right, Rona, you’re as much as a man can handle.” He gestured toward Paul. “Who’s that?”

  “That’s the bitch’s husband.”

  “I don’t know why I let you talk me into this. I’ll do it because I said I would, but the husband got to go.”

  Rona jerked a thumb at Paul. “Go down the hall to the bathroom. Sit on the toilet and jerk off. We’ll call you when it’s over.” Paul nodded. As he crossed in front of her he looked down at her bare toes. She noticed and smiled slightly. When they heard the bathroom door close, Rona directed Danny to a big overstuffed chair opposite the couch.

  He sighed and crossed to sit. Looking up at Ann who hadn’t moved from the center of the room, he said, “You should know I don’t belong to the NWS and I don’t go for that Master stuff. I’m doing this as a favor to Mr. Watts and Rona.”

  It was the best news Ann had heard in the past several days. Rona waved a hand at her and told her to stand between Danny’s parted legs and to put on the clip. She gathered her hair at the back of her neck and secured it with the gold ring. Then she crossed to him and bowed her head.

  “Now, listen up,” Rona began. “Danny ain’t no fuckin douche bag Darnell. He’s a real man and got himself a big beautiful cock. Show her, Danny.”

  He parted his robe. It was as Rona had predicted, already stiff. Ann was visibly startled at the length and thickness of it. The circumcised cockhead resembled a huge mushroom. Thick veins ran along the length of his shaft. His pubic hair was a mass of tight little curls. His massive ball sack was hairless, the smooth skin tight. He watched her reaction and smiled. Behind her she heard Rona chuckling, “Hard to believe that gorgeous prick was pounding my pussy less than an hour ago. But you better believe them balls is filled with cum again and if you do like I’m gonna teach you, you’ll get to swallow all of it. Ain’t nothin better than the black man’s cum, absolutely nothin.” Both she and Danny laughed.

  Danny’s robe had fallen open. His stomach was what they call a six pack, rows of clearly defined muscle and a narrow waist. His chest was also hard muscle, flat and broad.

  Rona was speaking, “Now bitch,” she said, “take the position.” Obediently, Ann got to her knees between the black man’s parted legs. “Show him your cunt.” Ann pulled the hem of the dress up over her thighs and spread her legs feeling her cheeks redden and the heat spread down to her moist pussy. Dan’s splendid cock bobbed in front of her face. She felt her mouth fill with saliva. Rona continued, “Don’t touch. Just look at it and listen to what I’m saying.” Rona’s voice had become lower and huskier almost hypnotic. “Touch the cross at your neck.” Ann brought her trembling fingers up to the cross. “You are going to worship Danny’s cock and from now on all black cocks. You’re gonna keep this picture of a black cock in your mind all the time. You’re gonna want to kiss it, to lick it, to take it in your mouth. Most of all you’ll want to give the black man pleasure and you’ll want him to feed you his hot cum. It’s gonna fill your mouth; shoot all hot and sticky down your throat. His cum gonna make you swallow and swallow and want more. You’ll get fuckin addicted to the black man’s cum, hungry for it all the time, wantin always to worship his cock, wantin always to give him pleasure. Do you hear what I’m sayin? You understand?”

  Ann’s eyes had never left the rigid black cock before her. Last night the sight of Darnell’s skinny uncircumcised cock disgusted her. Touching it with her lips and taking in into her mouth made her almost vomit. But she felt herself desperately wanting this cock, wanting to do everything Rona mentioned: kiss it, lick it, take as much of it into her mouth as she could, make love to it, draw from it all the cum the powerful black man could give her. She couldn’t believe such thoughts had entered her head.

  “Yes, Mistress,” she said, “I understand. I...I....want to...to do as you say.” She touched the cross again. “I want to worship it.”

  “Then you got to make the pleasure last. You got to learn to tease it. You got to lick and kiss and tease for a long, long time. Your tongue and lips ought to be fuckin exhausted before you take his cum. Start by using your hands, but use them gently.”

  Tentatively, Ann reached out to touch him.

  “With your fingernails ti
ckle is balls, play with his scrotum, tease his asshole.”

  Ann looked up into his face as if requesting permission. He nodded. Still looking up at him, she tenderly ran her fingertips over his swollen ball sack, and then to the space behind it. Finally she let her fingers slide along his ass crack. He grunted and smiled when she touched his hole.

  Rona had moved to the edge of the couch and leaned forward watching carefully. “Give his cockhead soft, sweet kisses. Kiss his piss hole the way you would kiss a lover’s lips. French it. Part your lips and jab the tip of your tongue into it, into his piss hole.”

  Ann had been waiting for this. She felt a draining, tingling sensation in her crotch and knew that her pussy was wet with her secretions. Licking her lips and gently holding the base of his cock, she leaned forward and softly pressed her parted lips over its tip.

  As Rona had instructed, she pushed the tip of her tongue into his pee hole and looked up at him. After the kiss she continued to look into his eyes. It seemed as if she were seeing him through a soft mist. He could have been an ancient African warrior prince.

  “Say it,” Rona urged.

  She didn’t need to be told what to say. “I worship your cock,” she said.

  “Now his balls again. Kiss them all over. Touch your tongue to them. Let him hear the kisses.”

  Ann pushed his cock back and lowered her head to cover his testicles with wet kisses that made little kissing sounds. Then she licked them with the flat of her tongue. The millions of taste buds in her tongue imprinted in her mind the unique taste of him. She reveled in his pungent musky smell. It was the scent more than anything else that aroused her. Black men didn’t smell at all like white men. Their smell was manly; sweat certainly, but mixed with something else, something strong, powerful, and earthy; not like exotic jungle flowers, but more like their roots in dark wet soil.

  She breathed him in. She’d even been aroused by the black man’s distinctive scent with the boy, Darnell. She could feel her juices seeping from her pussy. She lowered her head further and lifted his balls so she could lick under them. Her tongue moved close to his ass crack. She felt she would even lick him there if he wished. She seemed to be out of herself. There was only this dark musky place, these heavy smooth skinned balls, the powerful rigid cock, the head now wet with her spittle and ringed with the imprint of her lipstick. There was also the low cadenced voice of Rona.

  “Lick along the underside of his cock. Make it wet. Make his whole cock wet with your spit.” She watched carefully. “That’s it. Look up at him. Let him see that you worship his cock. Let him see it in your eyes.”

  Ann was vaguely aware that Rona was now squatting down beside her and masturbating. In a low voice, she continued, “Now use your tongue to stimulate the base and head of his cock. That’s right, keep looking up at him as you lick and tease just under the cockhead. Lick around the rim. Yeah, let your tongue dart around teasing your man’s warhead. As you become more submissive, more worshipful and let him see it, your own pleasure will increase. Let him know that your lips, your tongue, your mouth belong to him.”

  Ann felt her tongue become slippery. His splendid black cock glistened with her spittle. She wanted desperately to slide her lips over his velvety cockhead and take as much of him into her mouth as she could, but she waited for Rona’s instructions. She could see in his half closed eyes that she was giving him pleasure. She cupped his swollen testicles tenderly then moved her hands up along both sides of his shaft as if in prayer while circling the indentation at the base of his cockhead with the tip of her tongue and pausing to french his pee hole. His engorged black cock had become even harder. Her own nipples were painfully hard and her secretions continued to ooze from her hairless cunt.

  Beside her Rona leaned closer, “Now, very slowly take his cockhead into your mouth. Make it slick and slippery. Swirl your tongue around it. Think of his sperm building up in his balls. Be thirsty for it. Let the point of your tongue know his cock.

  Let it know the weight and power of his cock. Let it feel the veins, the ridges, the smooth cockhead, the piss hole. Let your tongue know his cock better than your eyes and hands do. Keep your tongue working as his cock fills your mouth. Never let your tongue rest. Keep looking up at him letting him see how honored you feel to be on your knees him sucking him. Make it last. Enjoy sucking him off. Enjoy giving him pleasure. I like to think of the tip of my tongue as a little clit. Let his cock own it.”

  Ann had taken half of his cock into her mouth. It was like Rona was saying, his throbbing black muscle seemed to own her mouth. The movement of her tongue was now limited, but she kept squirming it around and under his cock. She felt his hands on the back of her head. He gently pushed her down. She wanted to take all of it, but was able to take only half before gagging. He quickly released her, but held her head as he began to slowly fuck her mouth, letting her decide how much of it she could take.

  Rona nodded, “Yeah, let him use your mouth like it was your cunt. Make a seal with your lips. Wrap them around it tight. Tease his balls with your fingers. Think about the cum inside them. Think about his hot jizz shooting into your mouth. Hunger for the taste of it. Learn to worship his balls. That’s where your greatest pleasure comes from. Yeah, that’s your reward, swallowing your black man’s cum. Imagine laying between his legs and sucking him all night long. Imagine you are his cocksucking slave. Take pride in how you are able to pleasure him.”

  Except for her low whispery voice it seemed as if Rona had disappeared. Ann was conscious only of the taste and feel of the cock that slid in and out of her mouth and of the musky scent of the powerful black man she was servicing. Even though her lips were tightly sealed around his cock, some of her saliva ran down his shaft and onto his swollen balls.

  She felt him go tense. Beside her she could hear the excitement in Rona’s voice, “Hold the base of his cock. Suck it, draw your cheeks in. Move your head faster, faster, choke, slobber, work it, work it! You want his cum.” Her words became a rhythmic chant, “You want his cum. Say it to yourself, ‘I want his cum, I want his cum, I want his cum!’”.

  Rona’s words had entered Ann’s head before Rona said them. Not looking up at the black man now, she concentrated on sucking him harder and faster, trying to take more of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue, her mouth filling over and over with saliva, her body sweating, her pussy oozing her juices, and in her mind repeating, “I want his cum, I want his cum, I want his cum...”

  Suddenly she felt his cock jerk and heard him groan as his powerful orgasm began to explode in her mouth. Sticky, wild spurts of his cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, but his cock kept shooting what seemed like rivers of hot rich sperm. Some dribbled from the corner of her mouth. She was looking up at him again trying to show him how grateful she felt. The spurts of jizm continued longer than she thought possible. His thick pearly white cum tasted like he smelled, musky and pungent.

  “Milk it,” Rona was saying. “Squeeze his cock; get the last drop of his cum.” Ann took her mouth from the head of his cock and tightened both hands around his shaft and slid her hands up. She watched a bubble of opaque jizm emerge from his pee hole and become a glutinous strand that started to ooze down the underside of his cockhead. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she stuck out her tongue and lapped up the last bit of his cum before parting her lips to take the head of his cock into her mouth once more.

  “That’s it,” Rona said. “Always clean the black man’s cock after he cums in your mouth. Lick it clean. Let him see that you are grateful and thank him.”

  Ann licked her own lips knowing the taste of him would be in her mouth for a very long time. As his beautiful cock began to subside she continued to kiss and lick it. She also kissed and licked his balls once more. After a time he nodded. She inched back, “Thank you,” she said.

  “That was the best,” he smiled down at her. “I can’t believe you haven’t been doing that all your life.” Ann felt herself blushing.

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sp; Rona frowned. “You can’t say the white bitch is better than me!”

  Laughing, Danny held up both hands, “I don’t want to get in the middle of no cat fight. Rona, you’re an exceptional teacher. Let’s leave it at that.”

  “Yeah, well now she knows how to suck black cock, but she ain’t gonna suck yours no more.”

  Danny stood and held out his hands to lift Ann up. “Rona can be awfully bossy for a teenager,” he said. He looked for a moment into Ann’s eyes and was about to say something more, but thought better of it. He let go of her hands and giving Rona a friendly slap on the ass made his way out of the living room and down the hall.

  Rona turned back to Ann. “He’d be playin first string with the Giants right now only he’s too damn sweet. Ain’t mean enough.” She gestured toward the hallway, “Fix up your face and get your wimp husband. He’s gonna drive you to Watts’ place.” She wrote the address on a card and handed it to Ann. “It’s a penthouse apartment over on Fifth Avenue up by the park. Basement garage like here. Paulie is to wait in the car. You push the penthouse button for the private elevator.”

  A half hour later Ann found herself in the huge living room of Watts’ apartment. It was tastefully furnished in very expensive modern. Modular couches surrounded a massive fireplace, tall windows looked out over Central Park, and abstract paintings decorated the walls. Along one wall was an elegant bar. In front of a pair of the windows was a round cocktail table and two leather armchairs. Watts greeted Ann as the elevator door opened onto the apartment and directed her to one of the chairs at the cocktail table. There were wine glasses on it and an open bottle of chardonnay and ice bucket as well as another open bottle of merlot on the table. After Ann was seated, Watts stood beside his chair, “As they say in Billy Joel’s song, a bottle of red and a bottle of white. Which do you prefer?”