Contrasts

by Charles Arnold

  Ann was somewhat taken aback by his graciousness, “White this time, thank you.” Her dress stuck to her and was spotted with either her spittle or Danny’s cum. Her lips were swollen. She saw that he had noticed. She was sure Rona had phoned him with all the particulars as soon as they’d left her place.

  Watts poured a chardonnay for her and a merlot for himself. Holding both up, he said “Contrasts,” and chuckled. He sat down and leaned back appraising her. “Rona tells me you had an instructive morning.”

  She felt her cheeks redden. She didn’t know how to respond. “I...I...he...he was...”

  “Danny’s a fine young man. Too good for Rona, but don’t tell her I said that.

  She seemed somewhat upset about how quickly you learned and how satisfied her boyfriend was with your service. I think she’s a bit jealous. What did you think of Danny?”

  Again the color rose to her cheeks, “He was a...a...gentleman and is very nice looking.”

  “Yes. We’ve invited him to become a member of the NWS, but he declined. Usually we reserve our white women for members, but occasionally we bend that rule. Of course you are available to any black man who recognizes the tattoos and bracelet and wants you, provided you aren’t on your way to service one of our members.”

  “Yes, I know the rules,” she said.

  He sipped his wine and smiled. “Well now, Mrs. Gardner, since we last spoke you’ve had a taste, shall we say, of two black men. How was it?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “How do you feel about those experiences?”

  “Degraded, humiliated and degraded,” she said

  “Well, of course. That’s the common initial reaction. I expect in time it will change. Did you feel equally humiliated and degraded by both encounters?”

  “No...not both.” He waited for her to explain. “The boy, Darnell, made me feel that way. Today I don’t know. I seem to have lost my head. I was not myself....sort of transported....I can’t explain it.”

  “But were you aroused? Were your nipples hard? Was your pussy wet? Honest answers, Mrs. Gardner.”

  She looked away, then back across at him, “Yes to all three.”

  “Did Danny make you cum?”

  She knew that he knew the answer, “No I just...I just did him.”

  “Sucked him off you mean?”

  “Yes, sucked him off.”

  “Why do you think that sucking him off aroused you, transported you as you say?”

  “I don’t know. I’d never done that before.” She paused. He waited. “Danny was so handsome, so manly and at the same time sweet, gentle.”

  “But your husband must have been all of those things at least when you married him?”

  “Yes, in a way, but this was different.”

  “Perhaps it was the contrast?” He pointed to the two bottles of wine. “That’s where the excitement lies, Mrs. Gardner, it lies in the contrasts. Think of the best books, plays, movies, the real joy of life grows out of contrasts. The excitement of life grows out of contrasts: good and evil, young and old, peace and violence, adventure and boredom, kindness and cruelty, rich and poor, intelligent and stupid, sensitive and insensitive. Danny’s black cock in your white mouth.” Her cheeks were burning. She nodded. Watts leaned forward, “But your nipples didn’t stiffen and your pussy didn’t moisten when Darnell fucked you in your own bed?”

  She was slow to respond. She wanted to lie, but knew Watts would know. “Yes, I was...was aroused.”

  “In fact he made you cum twice. Why do you suppose that happened?”

  “I don’t know. He’s a young thug, crude, demanding, arrogant, ugly, and I’m his teacher. I had him suspended from school because of his despicable behavior and here he was ordering me around in my own house, making me....making me...” she couldn’t finish.

  “How many times during your marriage has Paul given you an orgasm? The truth, Mrs. Gardner.”

  “Never. He’s never.”

  “Yet here is this boy, who is, I agree, all the things you’ve called him, here is this young thug who gives you two orgasms in as many hours. I ask again. How is that possible?”

  “I don’t know. I wish I did, but I don’t.

  “Contrasts, Mrs. Gardner, contrasts. Danny is your age, he’s educated, handsome, clean, and, to use your word, sweet. Except for the color difference he’s much like you. Now, consider Darnell: black/white, young/older, ignorant/intelligent, ugly/beautiful, arrogant/reserved, dirty/clean, rough/gentle, demanding/obliging, mean/kind, cold/warm, selfish/generous, uncaring/empathetic....I could go on, but you get the idea. The contrasts between you and Darnell are endless and dramatic. Add to those his loutish behavior toward you in your classroom and the fact that he was in your house and naked in your bed with you, and you were naked in his arms kissing him.”

  Ann was silent for several moments. “If what you are saying is true....”

  He cut her off and finished the sentence, “it’s no mystery why he made you cum twice.”

  “That wasn’t what I intended to say, but if it’s true then the more someone differs from me the more sexually stimulated I should be.”

  “Precisely.”

  “But this afternoon with Danny, I was very aroused.”

  “Yes and if Danny had fucked you I expect you would have orgasmed, but not twice in two hours. If Danny were fucking you regularly you eventually would settle for one orgasm a week.”

  She frowned, “I’m not so sure.”

  “The more contrasts and the more dramatic they are the more orgasms you will experience. Trust me, Mrs. Gardner.” He finished his wine and poured another glass and filled hers. “So, you got yourself in a hot sweat with Rona’s boyfriend this afternoon, but you haven’t been fucked today. We try to see that all of our white women get fucked at least once a day.”

  “You mean....”

  “Oh no, Mrs. Gardner, not me. I’m never intimate with our white women. I’m absolutely faithful to my wife, Tina. She’s in Florida visiting her mother who’s in a nursing home. She’ll be back next week. I’ve told her about our new acquisition. She wants to meet you.” He stood and crossed the room to press a button next to the elevator door. He pressed another button by the fireplace and suddenly it lit with what looked like real logs, the flames giving off heat and light. He turned and smiled at her.

  “We’re about to put my theory to a test,” he said.

  She started to stand, “Oh please, no...I’m not...not...”

  He motioned her to stay seated. “When our guest arrives you are to cross to greet him with a kiss, part your lips and receive his tongue. You are to lead him to the couch, pour him a glass of red wine, encourage him to feel your tits and finger your cunt which by then, I assure you, will be hot and wet. You will ask him to undress you. When you are naked, you will ask if you may undress him. When he is naked, you will kneel before him and ask to suck his cock. I see you’re still wearing the ponytail hair clip. When he’s hard you will beg him to fuck you.”

  She looked around for a door, but there was only the closed entrance to the elevator shaft. Watts put both hands on the cocktail table and leaned forward so that his face was just inches from hers. His eyes were hard bright pinpoints. “You signed the contracts. Your services are costing the NWH well over half a million dollars. There’s a prison sentence hanging over your head. Then there are two frail old folks out on Long Island.” He paused and continued to stare at her. “Now goddamnit, you will do exactly as I said. Do you understand?”

  She bowed her head. “Yes, I do.”

  “Wrong answer.”

  “Yes, Master, I understand.” They heard the elevator stop and watched as the door slid open. Ann’s hands flew to her mouth and she stifled a scream. A horribly grotesque little black man lurched toward them, toothless and grinning hideously. He looked emaciated. His squinting eyes quickly found Ann and never left her even though he was muttering something unintelligible to Watts. He stopped in the middle of the ro
om.

  Watts crossed to stand behind Ann and lift her out of her chair. “He’s waiting for your embrace and kiss.”

  Ann turned away, “Oh God no....I can’t....please....I honestly can’t.”

  Watts spun her to face him and slapped her so hard her head flew back. Her face was fiery red where his hand had struck her. “You are forgetting your purpose, Mrs. Gardner. You’re forgetting three hundred and fifty years of slavery. You’re forgetting the countless whippings and rapes, the thousands of lynchings, the endless poverty and humiliation, the terrifying abuse even after slavery ended.” She started to step back, but he grabbed her arms threw her onto the chair. Leaning over her, his face livid, he continued, “For hundreds of years pretty young women like you, most of them with husbands, were forced to submit to heartless masters and their imbecile sons, many of whom were more disgusting and infinitely more cruel than Elijah here.” He waved a hand at the old man. “The reason you are here, Mrs. Gardner, is to pay a very small amount of retribution.” He stepped back glaring at her, “You are also to receive a very limited sense of what it meant to be a slave so that should you continue to teach you’ll be able to better understand the slaves’ journey through the history of these United States. Finally, there is the question of the power of contrasts in generating sexual excitement.”

  Ann bowed her head so as not to look at either Watts or the deformed black man. Tears ran down her cheeks. Watts placed his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Now, by God, you are going to do what I ordered you to do.”

  Unsteadily, Ann rose and trying to avoid looking at the misshapen creature who stood in the middle of the room grinning at her, his mouth and black gums a dark hole.

  Behind her Watts was saying, “Look at your new Master, Mrs. Gardner. The contrasts between you are, I think, infinite. Are you aware of them?”

  She didn’t answer. She stood before him. In the spike heels she was almost a head taller. He looked up at her. A strand of spittle ran from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were sunk deep in his bald head. His nose was long and thin. His bottom lip stuck out and hung down like a piece of loose flesh. His filthy fingers were more like claws than fingers, the dirty fingernails long and pointed. He continued to grin up at her while making guttural sounds in his throat. He smelled rank.

  Forcing back the gorge that had risen in her throat, she tilted his head up and leaning down parted her lips and pressed them against his. His tongue quickly darted into her mouth tasting faintly of whiskey. She heard Watts laughing, “You see, Elijah, I promised you a nice Sunday treat and here she is! You should know, Mrs. Gardner, that Elijah is the official rat exterminator for the building. He lives in a small apartment in the basement.”

  The kiss ended. “To the nuptial couch,” Watts directed. Taking the repulsive old man by the hand Ann led him to the couch in front of the fireplace. Watts followed them. “Tell her what you want, Elijah. She will do whatever you say.”

  Elijah sat in the middle of the couch and looked up at Ann, drool still seeping from the corner of his mouth, his dew lip wet with spittle. “Fu...fu...fuck,” he stuttered.

  Unaccountably Ann felt her nipples harden and the electric warmth travel from them down to her crotch. “Please,” she said, “let me undress you.” Her heart was racing and her cheeks red. Elijah was wearing old fashioned overalls with suspender straps. Under them he had on a soiled blue work shirt. On his feet were thick soled work boots and dirty gray socks. He reached out with both hands to touch her breasts. She flinched, but didn’t step away. Instead, she slipped the wide suspender straps over his bony shoulders. He was so thin the overalls dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them.

  He wasn’t wearing shorts. His cock was semi-hard. When Ann saw it she stepped back away from him and stood there staring at his deformed penis. It dangled like a long, thin, black withered branch that curved to the right. The twisted veins had knotted forming ridges and lumps. It was uncut, the foreskin bunching up at the end completely covering his cockhead and hanging from it like dead flesh. He smelled of sweat and stale urine. His hairless legs, like his arms, were frail sticks. He stood there like a skeleton, the outline of ribs and hip bones showing through his wrinkled black skin.

  Ann turned away shaking her head, “No, no, no,” she whispered.

  Watts waited a few moments then spoke softly, “Touch your pussy,” he said. Ann not looking at him or the black cretin, didn’t respond. “Touch your pussy,” he said again more forcefully. Hesitating, she drew a finger along her slit. “Let me see,” Watts ordered. With her back still toward him, she held up her hand. “Wet,” he said. “Are your nipples hard?” She nodded. “My contrasts theory is, I must admit, somewhat flawed. Not all women are aroused by dramatic contrasts, but those who are can’t deny or suppress it. It’s obvious, Mrs. Gardner, that you are one of the latter.”

  She turned around trying to avoid looking at Elijah. “You might be right,” she said, “but this....this...”

  “Cretin,” Watts said. “He’s about as far from you as another human can possibly be; mindless and filthy and mean, not to mention old, skinny, and black. He stinks. He has the cock of a deformed baboon. He’s almost mute, toothless, and vulgar.” She glanced at Elijah who was pulling at his crooked cock. “Yes,” Watts continued, “not exactly the lover a young beautiful refined white woman like yourself would welcome to her bed.”

  Ann took a step toward him, “Please, Master, please no...”

  “But, Mrs. Gardner, your pussy is very wet.” He pointed to her breasts, “Your nipples are hard. I suspect your heart is beating fast. Perhaps your mouth is filling with saliva? Maybe you’re wondering what his cockhead looks like and how it smells and how it tastes? It’s possible you’re imagining watching that hideous cock slide into your lovely white cunt?”

  Without saying anything, Ann took the grinning imbecile by the hand and led him back to the couch. “Sit,” she said, “and let me take off your shoes.”

  “Aren’t you forgetting something,” Watts said, “not that it means anything to him, but it does remind you of your status.”

  Ann knelt at the old man’s feet and looked up at him, “Please, Master,” she said, “let me take off your shoes.” Some of his drool dropped on her hand. It felt like fire. He made a sound. She unlaced one boot and pulled it off. The stench almost made her retch. She removed the other boot. Both socks had holes that his big toes stuck through. His bare feet were thin; the toes crooked and long, the uncut toenails thick and grimy. His cock had begun to stiffen.

  “Show him what is his,” Watts directed.

  “Ann stood between the skinny old man’s legs and slowly lifted her dress over her head. He reached out to move his claw like hands over her naked body. She felt the secretions begin to ooze from her pussy.

  Watts moved closer to them. “I want to see what you learned this morning. Suck him but don’t let him cum.”

  Tears welled up in her eyes but she held them back. She got to her knees. His long twisted black cock swung back and forth in front of her. He leaned forward and pinched both of her nipples. She gasped as a tremor coursed through her body. She pushed his cock up and back. His ball sack hung down at least three inches from his scrotum, the testicles no bigger than marbles. The black wrinkled skin was scarred with lighter colored warts. The stench was strong, but like Darnell, she was surprised that it stimulated her. She breathed it in. She lifted his ball sack and, opening her mouth wide, drew it in. Looking up at him, she gently sucked his balls. Her mouth had filled with saliva. She heard him making sounds deep in his throat, “Uh...uh...uh”.

  Watts looked down at her, “Yes, Mrs. Gardner, that’s very good.” His compliment caused her to blush.

  She began to lick the underside of Elijah’s cock. She took the bunched gray skin at its head in her mouth while gently gripping his shaft and moving her hand so that his foul smelling cockhead emerged slowly like something being born. She stared at it for a moment and
then bent to kiss it and touch the tip of her tongue to his piss hole. She knew her clit was swollen and felt her juices ooze from her pussy.

  He put his hands on the back of her head and pushed her down until she gagged. He forced her to take more so that she was choking and gagging, but he wouldn’t let her up. She could feel the tip of his cock at the back of her throat. She thought she might pass out. Watts said something to him and he let go of her. Coughing and with tears streaming down her face, she was about to stand up and put her hands around his scrawny neck.

  “Thank your Master for letting you suck him,” Watts said.

  It was several moments before she could speak. Still on her knees, she bowed her head, “Thank you, Master, for...for allowing me to suck you,” she whispered. She looked up at Watts.

  “Now ask him to please fuck you.”

  She placed her hands on the old black man’s bony knees and lifted her head to look into his rheumy eyes, “Please, Master, please fuck me,” she said.

  “He likes it doggy,” Watts said.

  “I...I don’t know what that is.”

  “I keep forgetting. You’re practically a nun. It means you get on all fours like a dog. You put your head on the floor and lift your ass, offering him your cunt. He will mount you much like a dog would. You are his bitch.”

  She looked at his revolting cock. The warts were a darker color now and his cockhead more purple than black. She noticed her lipstick prints on it and the shine of her spittle. Still on her knees, she lowered her head to the floor.

  “Lift your ass high and lower your back,” Watts said. “When you offer yourself like a dog, your pussy should be at a convenient height and wet and inviting.”

  Ann was aware of the old man behind her, then his claw like hands were clutching her ass cheeks. She drew in her breath sharply as the tip of his cock touched her pink slit. Slowly he entered her. Her head was turned to the side and pressed against the floor. She couldn’t see him. She closed her eyes and imagined his ugly black cock sliding deep inside her. She could feel her pussy juices seeping from her cunt. He noticed the butt plug and looked over at Watts who nodded. He twisted it and began to slightly push it in and out. “Please stop!” Ann cried. Elijah glanced at Watts again. Watts held up his hand and made a fucking motion with his fingers.