She still sat in the chair across from him, her legs spread. “Yes, Sam honey, I owe you.” She felt her heart pounding. She was afraid of what he might demand.
He rolled off the bed and turned with his back to her. He bent down over the bed, his ass facing her. “Crawl to it,” he said.
She made a small whimpering sound in her throat. Then she slid off the chair and crawled across the space that separated them. She got to her knees, her face even with his raised ass. He reached behind him with both hands and spread his cheeks. “Kiss it,” he said, “kiss your lover’s black ass. The stench of his maleness was powerful but it excited her. She leaned forward and kiss one ass cheek then the other. After a moment, she extended her tongue and licked his ass until it was wet with her spittle..
He pushed her back and turned around. His cock was hard again. She looked up at him. “Thank you,” she said.
“For what?”
“For letting me kiss you there.”
He grinned down at her, “And where did my pretty white woman kiss her black lover?”
She swallowed hard, her breathing was heavy, “On my knees, I kissed your ass and…and I licked it….licked your ass.”
“Did you like it?”
She didn’t answer immediately. She bowed her head and twisted her hands in front of her. Finally, in a soft whisper she said, “Yes, I did.”
They slept intermittently in each other’s arms. Each time they woke, he pulled her closer to him and they kissed. She found she liked kissing him in the dark. She didn’t have to look at him. She just felt his thick velvety lips on hers. She was surprised at how gently he kissed and how he teased her with his tongue. His wet lips slid over hers and his tongue darted in and out of her open mouth. She found herself wishing he would keep kissing her. Just before dawn she whispered into his mouth, “Fuck me again, Sam. I’m so hot. Please fuck me again.”
He toyed with her nipples, “Have you got a warm mouth? Is your lips wet? How about a hot tongue? You got a hot little white woman tongue for me?
“Yes, Sam. Can’t you tell? I love kissing you. My lips are warm and wet. My tongue’s hot.”
Slowly he rolled over onto his stomach, “I want to feel them lips and that hot tongue on my ass. You don’t have to go down between the cheeks. Do like you did before kiss my big fat black ass till I fall asleep. Kiss it nice, you know. I want to hear you kissin it and feel your tongue.”
She didn’t answer him. She got to her knees beside his ass and leaned over to kiss and lick it. She remembered how flat and flabby Brian’s ass was. Sam’s ass rose in the dark, round and firm. The black skin shining in the pale light of the streetlamp outside was smooth and velvety. She liked pressing her lips to it and tasting the faint black male muskiness. She made kissing sounds with her lips. She licked and kissed him there until she heard him snoring.
Before the children returned, he made her get out of bed, fix her face, put on her heels and a gown. The shear white gown was transparent. The white pumps had five inch heels. She stood beside the bed. He looked up at her for several minutes. They could hear Brian in the kitchen. “Get your sweet ass downstairs and bring me a beer,” he said.
She started to protest but when he became angry, she did as he said. In the kitchen, Brian didn’t look at her and didn’t speak. She got the beer and hurried up the stairs. Sam chuckled, “Now that husband knows how a woman’s supposed to look for her man in the mornin.” He took the beer from her and slid his other hand inside her gown to fondle her breast. She looked down as this ugly cock remembering how it had felt in her mouth, and her cunt, and her ass. Her nipples stiffened. He brushed his hand across them and grinned, “Tell me, Mrs. O’Donnel how is a pretty white woman supposed to look in the mornin when her black lover wakes up?”
“Before her black lover wakes, she should get out of bed and put on her make-up, and brush her hair, and dress in a pretty gown. She knows her lover likes to see her in heels so she should wear them all the time.”
“And then?” Sam toyed with one of her nipples.
She stepped close to him, pressing her body against his. She looked up into his face, “Then she should wake him by softly touching her lips to his lips or…or to his beautiful black cock.” She stood on her tiptoes and tilted her head up. “I love the way you kiss me, Sam,” she said.
When the long kiss ended, he shook his head, “You got that right, baby.” He put his free hand on her shoulder and pushed. She got to her knees. He stood there finishing his beer. She tongue kissed the tip of his prick and licked around the rim of his cockhead while looking up at him. He watched her indifferently.
After they heard Brian leave, Sam said, “Fill the tub with hot water. I want a bath. Then you can go down and make me a breakfast: eggs and bacon and toast and coffee. Don’t make nothin for yourself cause while I’m eaten, you gonna be under the table suckin me off.”
She filled the tub for him and placed Brian’s robe on the back of the chair before going to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. Billy’s toy cars were on the counter along with Sara’s teddy bear. She touched the bear and felt tears well up. She turned away and busied herself setting the table. She fried the bacon and kept it warm in the oven. When she heard Sam on the stairs, she broke the eggs into the pan and started the toast. As soon as he sat down, she poured his coffee. As she stood beside him, he moved his hand up the inside of her bare thigh and slid his finger along her wet slit. She drew in her breath and waited hoping he might rub her swollen clit. Instead, he lifted his hand to her mouth and extended the glistening finger. She parted her lips and sucked her juice from his finger. After a moment he jerked his head toward the stove, “Don’t burn the fuckin eggs,” he said.
After she’d served him the bacon and eggs and buttered his toast, he pointed to beneath the table. “You know what you’re havin for breakfast?” he asked.
“Your cum,” she said.
“Yeah, if I got any left.” He looked at her over the rim of his coffee cup, “You figured out yet how I want my cock sucked?”
“You like me to make love to your balls first…kiss them and lick them.”
“Yeah, do that and talk to me, talk dirty, you know.”
She crawled under the table and kneeled between his spread legs. As she’d done before she lifted his heavy prick and held it up while she gently kissed his swollen ball sack. Even though he’d just bathed, the strong black male scent had already returned. She continued to tongue kiss his balls for a long time. He ate quickly feeling his cock harden. “I ain’t heard you say nothin,” he said.
She paused but stroked his cock, “It makes me hotter when I know you’re watching me on my knees making love to your black cock.”
He pushed the table away. She looked up at him, her soft wet mouth glistening. Continuing to look into his eyes, she worked her right hand under his ass and slowly pushed her middle finger into his hole that was hot and slick. Not taking her eyes from his face, she slid the finger into her mouth and sucked it. With her other hand, she stroked his throbbing cock. She withdrew her finger, “For awhile longer, Sam, I’m your woman, your pretty white woman on her knees between your legs asking you to please let me suck your cock.”
Sam nodded, “You gettin it on, now. You getting to know how it is; getting to know how to serve the black man, how to show him respect.”
“Yes, Sam, I’m learning. You’re teaching me things I need to know.”
“Yeah, get down on your knees. Look at me while you suck my dick. Suck it slow. It feels right to me sittin here watchin a pretty white woman slidin her lips over my dick and suckin it good, wantin me to shoot my load into her pretty white mouth.”
“Thank you, Sam,” she said. She lowered her head over his cock and forced herself to take all of it. With her nose pressed against his crotch, she paused to breathe him in. Slowly, she moved her head up and down the length of it making a tight seal with her lips. She sucked for a long time often moaning deep in her throat.
“Finger your cunt,” Sam said. “Work it so you cum when I do.”
She touched her clit lightly knowing she was already on the edge of cumming. She felt him tense up and then yell as he shot hot spurts of cum into her mouth. She rubbed her clit in a circular motion and shoved two fingers into her cunt. She continued to suck him and swallow as she exploded in a series of orgasms. She sucked until his fat cock went limp in her mouth. He looked down at her and shook his head, “Damn if you weren’t born to suck cock, black cock,” he said.
She nodded, “Yes, only black cock.”
He sat in the chair for several minutes looking down at her kneeling at his bare feet. She lifted his cock to her lips and tenderly kissed it. He looked at his watch. His fifteen hours were almost up. He pointed to the stairs. “Fix your face then help me dress,” he said.
She followed him back to the bedroom and quickly reapplied her lipstick and gloss. He had pulled on his pants and shirt. She buttoned his shirt and tucked it in, then knelt to zip up his pants. He sat on the bed. “Shoes and socks,” he said.
She crawled to where they were and brought them back to him. She was about to pull his socks over his feet when he held up his hand, “Ain’t you forgettin somethin,” he said. She was holding his right foot. “Yes, I’m sorry, Sam.” She lifted his foot to her lips and kissed his toes. Then she leaned down to the floor to press her parted lips to the toes of his other foot. “Ahh,” he sighed, “the pretty white wife on her knees kissin the black man’s feet. That’s the way it should be ain’t I right, Mrs. O’Donnel?”
“Yes, Sam, that’s the way it should be.”
At ten o’clock a cab pulled up in front of the house. She was surprised to see a white driver. She was still wearing the transparent gown and heels. Sam pulled her out onto the front steps. Immediately he noticed two neighbors across the street who were standing in their yards looking at the cab. They and the driver stared at Maureen and the big black man. Sam turned her so that they could see she was naked under her gown. He began to untie the thin belt that held Maureen’s gown together. Instinctively, she lifted her hands to stop him but then dropped them to her sides. Slowly and deliberately he opened the gown and placed his hands on her bare ass. He glanced at the watchers as he pulled her close to him. “Kiss,” he said.
Maureen put her arms around his neck. She tilted her head up and parted her lips for his kiss. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. The neighbors and the cabbie watched in shocked disbelief. Maureen groaned and held his face to hers. The kiss lasted a long time. His hands moved from her ass to her breasts. When they parted, he turned quickly and waved to the horrified women as he walked to the cab.
Chapter Five
As Sam was going down the walk, Maureen tied the sash around her waist. It frightened her how she let Sam untie it without a word of protest. Although knowing that Sam could do what he wanted to her was upsetting, it also excited her. By opening her gown to show the watchers she was naked, and then putting his hands on her bare ass and pulling her into him, he humiliated her. But she wanted to feel his hard cock against her. She wanted to kiss him.
It seemed incomprehensible to her. Sam was without a shred of conscience. He hated women and especially her. He had forced her to do unspeakable things in her own home. Only a few minutes ago she’d been under the kitchen table sucking his repulsive cock while he ate the breakfast she’d made him. Outside on the front stoop he’d untied her sash and exposed her nakedness to the neighbors while he rubbed his calloused hands over her ass. He was mean and ugly. Yet she’d made no move when he unfastened her sash. She’d trembled when he touched her. She’d stood on her tiptoes and reached around his neck and parted her lips for his kiss.
A half hour later, just as she was coming out of the shower, the phone rang. It was Travis. Just the sound of his voice made her heart pound and her breath come quickly. “Is that ugly motherfucker gone?” he asked.
“Yes, honey. He left awhile ago.”
“What did he have you doin?”
She wasn’t sure if she should if she should leave things out, but decided to be completely honest. “He showed me off in front of Brian. He had no choice but to take my children somewhere else. I think he would have done things…you know, in front of them.” She paused, holding back the tears.
“That was part of the plan. I don’t want you to keep on yammering about them kids of yours.”
“I know, honey, I know. But it’s so hard.” She knew he was waiting for her to continue. “Sam took me to Dex’s restaurant. I was hoping you’d be there. He made me…made me go into this little room, the room with the blue light.”
“You go in there with Sam?”
“No, there were three men at the bar. I had to take each of them there and…and suck them. They paid me and I gave the money to Sam.”
“How much?”
“A hundred and fifty each.”
“The bastard weren’t supposed to do that. We give him orders.”
“A man you probably know came in, Big Daddy. I had to dance with his bodyguards. He gave Sam six hundred because I was with them for about three hours.”
“Sam better be handin all that cash over to Dex or we ain’t ever gonna see his ugly face again. What else he do?”
“He made me come back to my house with him and he made sure Brian heard everything.”
“Yeah, well, better he know now what’s going down. Get real, Mrs. O’Donnel. That part of your life, husband, kids, it’s over. You belong to me now.”
“I know Travis. I know.” His saying ‘you belong to me now’ sent a rush of heat to her crotch. “Sam made me sleep with him. I sucked him most of the time. He fucked me in both places….my pussy and my ass.”
“You cum?”
“Yes, I came several times.”
“What else?”
“I don’t know if I should tell you this, but he made me kiss his…his…ass.”
“His asshole?”
“No, honey. That’s something I just can’t bring myself to do. I think he realized it and just had me push my finger in and then lick it.”
She could tell Travis was angry, “What about this morning?”
“I got him his breakfast and sucked him again. He made me kiss him as he was leaving. I was practically naked and we were on the front stoop with the neighbors watching.”
“How did you like that? I mean him kissin you in front of your neighbors the way he did?”
“I was terribly ashamed. They could see I was naked under my gown.” She paused and felt he was waiting for more. “But I have to admit I liked kissing him. I liked his hands on me and kissing him.”
“You hot, now?”
She wondered how he knew that describing what Sam had made her do would excite her. “Yes, honey, I’m very hot. I’m hot for you, Travis. I want you.”
“Pack whatever sexy clothes you have and your make-up and stuff. Don’t forget the fuck-me shoes. You ain’t goin back there no more. I’ll send Robert over to get you. Be ready in an hour.”
“I’ll be ready. Thank you, Travis honey.” She heard a click as he hung up.
She put on a tight nylon print dress and the white pumps she’d worn all night. After making up her face and brushing her hair, she packed the few things she had into one suitcase.
Instead of waiting for her outside, Robert rang the bell. His tall skinny frame filled the doorway. She noticed the neighbors across the street were staring from their front windows. Robert looked down at her, grinning, “Travis say to tell you to pay up front,” he said.
She stepped aside and closed the door behind him. He stood in the center of the living room appraising her. “My, my! Mrs. O’Donnel, you look as fine in the mornin as you do in the evenin!” He lowered himself into the overstuffed chair Sam had sat in last night. “All the way over here I was thinkin, do I want to feel them pretty lips slidin up and down my cock or do I want to fuck her pretty white ass?” He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his zipper. �
�Suppose you get down here on your knees and take it out for me,” he said.
She didn’t move, “Please, Robert, I’m so tired. Sam made me…you know how he is….I was up most of the night.”
Robert fondled the bulge that had risen in his pants. “I don’t give a shit about what Sam made you do. I don’t give a shit if you’re tired. All I give a shit about is seein you on your knees right here.” He pointed to the floor in front of him. “I want to watch you kiss my black dick and suck it till I cum in your pretty mouth. You fuckin got that?”
Maureen bowed her head, “Yes, Robert, I understand,” she said.
Maureen kneeled before him and reached inside his pants for his cock that was beginning to harden. Like his frame, it was long and thin.
Robert leaned down and lifted her chin so she had to look at him, “I see you wearing the necklace and the ankle bracelet. Tell me what you is, Mrs. O’Donnel.”
“I’m a white woman for blacks,” she said.
“Is your mouth hot? Is you gonna make my prick nice and wet?”
She began to stroke his cock. “Yes, Robert, my mouth’s hot. I’ll make your prick very wet.”
Well, suppose you start by kissin the tip of my prick and then suck me off nice and slow.”
Her lipstick was perfect, her lips bright red. Looking up at him she licked them. “Should I ask permission,” she said. She felt his cock twitch in her hand.
He wasn’t smiling now. His eyes had gone mean, “Yeah, bitch, beg for it.”
She gently cupped his balls with one hand and continued to stroke him with the other, “Please Robert, please let me kiss it. Let me show you that I love and honor the black man’s cock.” She parted her lips and licked them again. “My lips are soft and warm, Robert, please.”
He nodded, “Yeah, like you was kissin your lover’s mouth.”
She bent down over his cock, “Watch, Robert, it will be like I’m kissing my lover’s mouth.” She pressed her parted lips to his cockhead and touched his pee hole with the tip of her tongue. She found she loved the feel of a cock in her mouth, loved the skill she had developed to give pleasure. She was continually learning, experimenting, discovering different ways to tease, and lick, and suck. She loved the taste and scent of these black cocks. She loved to look at them shiny wet with her spittle. She loved the silken feel of them against her lips, even loving the thick veins and ridges as she slid her mouth down over them. She loved their rich funky scent. She loved the taste of their cum and the powerful way it spurted into her mouth. Of course she wanted to orgasm. She wanted to watch these long, thick black cocks slide into her cunt. She wanted to feel them deep inside her. She wanted black cocks fucking her hard. But she was finding almost as much pleasure in what she was doing right this moment, sucking…no, not really sucking but rather making love to Robert’s long black cock.
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