Contrasts

by Charles Arnold

  She shook her head, “No...no...that’s unthinkable.”

  “Unbutton,” he said. After a moment she fumbled with the buttons at the top of her sweater. “More,” he said. She unbuttoned several more. He slid his hands up and inside her sweater to cup her bare breasts. He toyed with her stiff nipples. Her breathing became faster. “Who am I?” he said.

  “A student....a student in my class.”

  He dug his sharp fingernails into her nipples. She stifled a scream. “Who am I?” he repeated. He twisted her nipples and pressed his hard cock against her ass.

  Hating herself, she pushed back against it, “My Master,” she said

  “So what that make you.”

  “Your woman....your slave.”

  “Yeah, now you got it right. Keep it in your head that I’m your Master, but like I said, you don’t got to call me that. There’s other things, you know what I’m sayin?”

  She nodded, “Yes, honey, I know.”

  “You like feelin my cock up against your ass?”

  “Yes, honey.”

  “You like feeling my hands squeezin your tits?”

  “Yes, honey, I like it.”

  “What about my cock? What you gonna do with it?” He pinched her nipples again, causing her to gasp.

  “I’ll do what you want.”

  “What you think I want?”

  “You...you...want me to...kiss it and to...suck it.”

  “Yeah, that’s right. You always start by gettin on your knees and kissin my piss hole and lookin up at me, lettin me see the respect. What else you do?”

  Talking about it like this, saying the words, imagining how it will be stimulated her as much as his hands on her breasts. “You want me to undress, to be naked for you. You want me to spread my legs and....and take you...take your cock, your black cock inside me.”

  He continued to knead her breasts and whisper in her ear, “Who do that white cunt belong to?”

  “It belongs to you, honey.”

  “Any time I want it?”

  “Yes, honey, any time you want me I’ll come to you.”

  “Like today?”

  “This afternoon, tonight, whenever you want to fuck me.”

  He turned her around to face him and pulled her tightly against him. His hard cock pressed against her pubic bone. “Ask,” he said.

  She bowed her head then looked up at him, “Please honey, fuck me.”

  “And?”

  “Please let me kiss your....your cock. Please let me suck it.” She put her right hand between his legs and squeezed his hard cock. “I want to,” she said, “I want to, honey, please, I want to suck it.”

  He sat down in her chair and spun it around to face her. He parted his legs. “Take it out,” he said.

  “Here?” she said. “What if...”

  “Are you fuckin deaf? You sayin you want to suck it so take it out and suck me off.”

  She glanced at the door to see that it was entirely shut, “Yes, honey,” she said.

  She kneeled between his legs and unbuttoned his shorts. His black cock was as she’d remembered long, thin, and circumcised. She kneeled before him and looked at it for several minutes. The black cockhead was smooth, a thin thread of pre-cum oozed from the slit in its end. The hard shaft did not stick straight out but curved upward. Looking up into his eyes, she leaned forward and parting her lips slightly kissed the tip and tasted his pre-cum. As Rona had taught her, she lifted his cock and pressed it back against his stomach. She also lifted his balls and began to lick beneath them. The scent was the same; strong, musky, black maleness. She knew her pussy was very wet. She licked his balls and drew them into her mouth remembering to keep looking up into his face letting him know that she was grateful.

  “Ahhh,” he sighed. “Seems old Rona give you some lessons. Much better, Mrs. Gardner.”

  “Thank you, honey.” She licked along the shaft and flicked the bottom of the head with the tip of her tongue and licked around the rim, continuing to look up at him. Then she took the cockhead into her mouth and went down on his shaft until she began to gag. She loved the taste and smell of him. She’d almost forgotten where she was. She began to bob her head up and down making a tight seal around his cock with her lips. It shocked her to realize that she wanted his cum, wanted this arrogant black boy to fill her mouth with his hot young cum. Suddenly he grunted and pressed her head tight against his crotch as he pumped spurts of thick cum down her throat. She couldn’t believe how much there was. Her mouth filled up. She swallowed and swallowed but some seeped from her mouth and hung from her chin until it dropped in white gobs on her sweater. She felt his stiff cock soften in her mouth. Cupping his balls with one hand and the stem of his shaft with the other, she looked up at him, her lips wet with his cum.

  “Do you want me to clean it?” she said.

  “Yeah, Mrs. Gardner, lick it clean.” He watched as she licked the rim of his cockhead while continuing to look up at him. “Yeah, that’s the way to do it. I like to see my white bitch teacher on her knees cleanin my dick with her tongue. I think you like the taste of my cum. Is that right, bitch?”

  Ann dried his cock with the hem of her sweater. “Yes, I do. I like the taste.” She leaned forward and softly kissed the tip of his cock before pushing it back into his shorts and zipping them up. She glanced at the classroom door. The halls were quiet. “Would you like me to drive you home?” she asked.

  “Not to my house. I want you to take me to my neighborhood and stop at the Ruiz Bodega. That’s where my homies hang out.” She suspected he wanted to show her off to his hoodlum friends. She buttoned her sweater surprised at how spotted it was with his cum. He walked a few steps ahead of her to the parking lot which was almost empty.

  “BMW,” he said sliding in next to her, “this is fucking class.” She was about to start the car when he put his hand over hers. “You got the ankle bracelet?”

  “Yes, it’s in my purse.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, honey.” She fished around in her purse until she found it.

  “Put it on. I want my boys to see.” It was awkward bending over in the car to fasten it. Seeing the gold bracelet with the black letters there around her ankle made her feel ashamed, but at the same time not proud...certainly not proud but somehow reckless and daring.”

  “Take the tape off.” When she had ripped it off he said, “Now open your sweater and hike up your skirt. I want to look at your pussy and play with your tits.” Ann glanced around the parking lot which was still empty. She pulled her skirt back over her thighs until her pussy was exposed. Then she unbuttoned the top five buttons of her sweater. She looked over at the ugly teenager beside her and hated that he could make her do such things; hated the arrogant skinny black punk. Still, obeying his orders caused her nipples to stiffen and her pussy to moisten. Hard as she tried not to let it happen, it did.

  She pulled out of the parking lot following his directions. He slid his hand inside her sweater lightly moving his fingers over her nipples. “You like that, don’t you, Mrs. Gardner? You like me feelin your tits?”

  “Yes, honey, I like it.”

  “Who these tits belong to?”

  “To...to whichever black man has me.”

  “Who has you now?”

  “You do, Darnell, you have me now.”

  He pinched her nipples causing her to flinch. “Who do these tits belong to?”

  “They belong to you, honey.”

  He leaned over and with his other hand covered her bare pussy. “And this?”

  “It’s yours. It belongs to you.”

  “You remember to say that when we meet my homies.”

  She looked at him frowning, “But it will get back to the kids at school and to the administration.”

  “Nah, none of them go to school. No one believe them anyway. Everyone would think they’re bullshittin.” He trailed a finger along her slit. She drew in her breath. “You wet,” he said. “You real wet.” He took
her right hand from the wheel and placed it on the outside of his shorts. His cock was hard. “Squeeze it,” he said. After a few minutes he said, “I bet you would like me to fuck you. I bet you’re wantin to feel my black cock slide up into your wet cunt. Am I right?

  She swallowed and took a deep breath, “Yes, honey, I would.”

  “Would what?”

  “Would like to...to...feel you’re black cock inside me.” She glanced at him, “I would like it if you would...if you would fuck me.” She looked straight ahead. “I don’t know why I’m like this....why I want....want...” She shook her head, “I don’t know what I want.”

  “Who the fuck you kiddin, Mrs. Gardner?”

  They were in the poorest part of Brooklyn. He had her turn down a narrow side street and pointed ahead to the next corner. A faded sign on the side of the building said “Ruiz Bodega”. Under it someone had spray painted “Fuck all Latinos”. A group of black teens were standing around on the corner, smoking and drinking out of beer cans. There were six of them. “Pull up there on the corner and stop,” Darnell said. She started to cover her pussy and button the sweater. “Leave it!” he ordered. She came to a stop and kept both hands on the steering wheel. He lowered the windows as the boys gathered around the car.

  “Hey, it’s fuckin Darnell!”

  “What you doin in a BMW with a white woman?”

  “Yeah and she hot, motherfuckin hot! What you doin, Darnell? She takin you home so you can cut her grass and wash this BMW?”

  Darnell grinned at them. “She my bitch,” he said.

  “Yeah and Michelle Obama is my mama!”

  Darnell draped his arm over Ann’s shoulder and moved his hand down inside her sweater. He rolled her stiff nipple between his thumb and index finger. “Tell them, baby,” he said. “Tell them what you is.”

  She bowed her head, “I...I’m his...ah...his bitch,” she said softly.

  Darnell pinched her nipple, “Ain’t nobody hear you. And look up goddamn it!”

  Ann lifted her head. The boys had crowded around both windows. They could see her pussy was bare and Darnell’s hand on her breast. “I’m his,” she said. “I’m Darnell’s bitch.”

  The boys hooped and hollered. “Goddamn! I can’t fuckin believe it!”

  “Little Darnell rolls up here in a fuckin BMW with some hot white woman who says she’s his bitch! How about that!”

  “Hey, Darnell’s Bitch, you fuck this ugly motherfucker?”

  She glanced at him. He nodded. “Yes,” she said, “yes I do.”

  “When?”

  “Whenever he wants me.”

  “Holy shit, you hear that? She give it up to Darnell whenever he wants it!”

  Darnell took her right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on his hardening cock. He nodded at the laughing boys, “She can’t keep her hands off it.”

  “How about her mouth. She blowin you too?”

  “Ask her.”

  “Hey, you suckin Darnell’s cock and fuckin him?”

  Her face was scarlet. She felt Darnell’s hand on her pussy and his finger slide into it. The boy closest to her shouted to the others. “He’s fingerfuckin her!”

  The boys crowded closer. The first one said, “She didn’t answer about given Darnell blow jobs.”

  “Tell them,” Darnell said.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Do what?”

  “I....I....suck him.”

  “He cum in your mouth?”

  She nodded, “Yes, he does.”

  “You swallow?”

  “Yes.”

  “You shittin us. You sayin you swallow this skinny ass motherfucker’s cum?”

  Ann bowed her head. Darnell stopped rubbing her clitoris. She looked up at the boy who had asked the question. “I swallow his cum,” she said.

  “How about your ass. He fuckin your white ass?”

  “No.”

  Darnell grinned at them, “Not yet, but she’s gettin it ready, ain’t you, babe?”

  She leaned close to him, “Please, Darnell, don’t.....”

  “Tell them what you’re doin.”

  “I....I’m....trying to open...to widen...it so that Darnell can...can take me there.”

  There was more hollering and back slapping and high-fiving, “Darnell’s gonna get her sweet ass, gonna ass fuck this hot white bitch.”

  Darnell put his hand on the side of her face and turned her toward him, “Speak up, baby, affection you know. You gonna give up your sweet ass to me?

  She felt a surge of heat course through her body, “Yes, honey, you can have me there....I want you to.” He pulled her closer. She parted her lips for his kiss.

  “Sweet Jesus!” the closest boy yelled. “She taken that motherfucker’s tongue!”

  “Hey, Darnell,” another boy shouted, “you is only eighteen. How old is your white bitch?”

  Darnell grinned up at the crowd of boys, his hand still fondling Ann’s breast, “She twenty-four.”

  “What she doin with a skinny shithead like you?”

  “And an ugly one, too,” someone in the crowd added.

  “She got a thing for my dick. Can’t get enough of it.”

  The closest boy noticed Ann’s left hand still gripping the steering wheel. “She wearing a ring. She got a husband?”

  Darnell pinched Ann’s nipple, “Tell them.”

  Looking straight ahead she said, “Yes. I have a husband.”

  “Why ain’t he out lookin to kill that black boy beside you?”

  Darnell leaned across her to face the questioner, “Cause he’s a motherfuckin pussy. I do his wife in his own bed and when I’m done fuckin her he asks can he bring me a beer.”

  Again the boys hollered and high fived. “That true. That true what Darnell say?” one of them asked.

  Ann nodded. Again Darnell pinched her nipple, “Yes,” Ann said. “My husband...he...he doesn’t interfere.”

  “You gotta be shittin me!” the closest boy shouted. “You sayin motherfucker Darnell layin in your bed naked and his cum leakin out your pussy and he yell for your husband to bring him a beer and he does it?”

  Ann felt her cheeks burning, “Yes, he does.”

  Everyone, including Darnell, laughed. Darnell placed Ann’s hand back on the steering wheel. He looked at the boys and grinned, “We can’t be hangin around with you losers. We got things to do.”

  “What? What things you got to do?”

  Darnell turned Ann’s head to face him. “What things we got to do, baby?”

  “I...I...don’t....whatever you want,” she said.

  Darnell winked at the boys who were still pressing against the car. “I want you to drive me to your house, and then I want you to make yourself look real fuckin hot and wear somethin real fuckin sexy.” He turned to her again. “When you lookin good for me what do you want me to do?” He squeezed her bare thigh. She bowed her head. “Look up,” he said, “and speak up.”

  She felt the warm tingling downward rush from her stomach. Looking directly at him she said loud enough so his friends could hear, “After I make myself...make myself pretty for you, I want you to fuck me.”

  The boys were silent, intent. “How long?” Darnell asked.

  “I want you to fuck me all night....to stay with me and fuck me all night.”

  “In your bed with your husband in the next room?”

  “Yes, honey, in my bed with my husband in the next room.”

  “Show them how wet you are. Open the door so they can see.” Darnell said.

  Pushing open the door she turned to face them. With her head bowed and her eyes closed, she pushed her skirt back and parted her legs. She knew there was a white line of her secretions along the slit of her shaved pussy.

  “Goddam!” the nearest boy shouted, “the bitch is all juiced up and ready!” He started to reach toward her, but Darnell quickly spun her back in her seat and slammed the door. “Let’s go,” he said.

  Ann slipped the BMW in ge
ar and the car lurched forward then gathered speed. They hadn’t gone more than two blocks when Darnell’s cell phone rang. He answered it, listen for a minute frowning. “Ok,” he said “you call the shots.” He shoved the phone back in his pocket, “Sonofabitch!” he yelled.

  Startled, Ann looked at him, “What.....?” she began

  “Fuckin Watts,” he said. “You got to drop me off at home. Someone else gonna fuck you tonight. Watts say he leave a message for you with your husband.” He gave her directions to the low rent housing apartment where he lived. During the short ride he kept cursing and muttering to himself. Without saying goodbye or even looking at her, he got out and slammed the door.

  Chapter Seven

  In the house Paul was heating up some take out for their supper. Ann went straight to the bedroom, ignoring him. Her pussy was dripping. She resisted touching it until she was in the shower. Then, just a few circular rubs on her clitoris brought her to a powerful orgasm. She found herself wishing that Darnell’s long, thin cock had done it instead of her fingers. ‘I must be crazy,’ she thought. ‘That skinny boy is as mean as he is ugly. A few minutes ago I was exposing myself to his friends, what did he call them? His homies. Teenage thugs. And Sunday evening that horrible old man. Good God!’Then she recalled Sunday afternoon and the smell and taste of Rona’s boyfriend, Danny Morgan. She smiled. His beautiful cock was like velvet. What he saw in that little bitch Rona she couldn’t imagine. Drying herself, she put on a terrycloth robe and went to the kitchen.

  Being in the same room with Paul had become awkward. They avoided looking at each other as much as possible. She sat down and began to eat the chicken cutlet and salad he’d set out for her. He poured two glasses of chardonnay. “Uh...ahh...how did it go at school today?” he asked

  “You mean did Darnell humiliate me? Well, yes he did. More than you could possibly imagine.”

  “I’m sorry, Ann. You don’t know how I...”

  “I don’t care to know. I find it impossible to feel sorry for you. If you feel guilty, you should, but don’t expect me to pity you.”