Contrasts (21 page)

After Ike was finished and closed the bedroom door behind him, Ann lay face down on the damp bed and sobbed for a long time. Her lips were swollen and bruised. Her vagina had been stretched and was rubbed almost raw. Their semen coated her throat.

After awhile she brushed her teeth and gargled and coated her body with the scented oil and reapplied her makeup. She put on the shear gown Darnell made her wear earlier in the day, and slipped her feet into a pair of white pumps. She glanced at the red light of the video camera and wondered if Watts had been watching. She wanted him to see that she was dressed appropriately to say goodbye to the poker club. From the sounds coming down the hall it was obvious that they were preparing to leave.

When she entered the dining room the first thing she saw was that the chairs and table had been pushed back against the walls and a large futon mattress took up the center of the room where the table had been. The men were drunk now and loud and becoming mean. Paul was in the kitchen getting more drinks and ice. John Albertson was closest to her. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. “I bet you were thinking the party’s over?” he asked.

As soon as she’d seen the mattress, Ann knew what they had in mind. “Please, Mr. Albertson......” she began.

He cut her off, “It’s ‘please Master’”, he said.

She felt his hand move on the outside of her gown move down to fondle her ass. She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes, “Please Master, no more...I...I’m.....”

His fingers dug into her ass cheek, “You’re forgetting, Mrs. Gardner,” he gestured toward the video cameras. “I think one of the rules is that you’re to submit without complaint. Isn’t that correct?” She bowed her head and nodded.

Paul came into the room with fresh drinks. Albertson continued, “Besides poor Paulie hasn’t had any fun. He’s been working all evening and hasn’t even had time to think about what’s been happening in his bedroom. Isn’t that right, Paulie?”

“Yes...I...I...”

Suggs held up his beer again as he had at the start of the evening, “To Mrs. Gardner, a whore for blacks!” he shouted. All the men yelled and laughed.

Albertson turned Ann toward him and tilted her head up so she had to look at him. “Is Suggs right, Mrs. Gardner? Is that what you are? A whore for blacks?”

She felt tears forming again, but held them back. “Yes, that’s what I am.”

“Then you’re going to do what whores do?”

“Yes.”

He waved a hand at the other men. “Sit, gentlemen.” He pointed at Paul. “You too, Paulie.” He turned back to Ann, “Before you came out to say goodnight, we asked Paulie if he’d like to watch his wife take black cocks between her pretty lips and watch her take black cocks into her pretty white cunt. Paulie said he would. Take a seat, Paulie.”

The men made room for him. “Hey, Paulie,” Trevor shouted, “you can jerk off if you want to.” Everyone laughed.

Albertson led Ann to the center of the mattress. She was unsteady walking on it in the heels. He held her arm and then stepped off to the side. “Strip,” he said. She untied the sash at her waist and slid the gown from her shoulders.

“Goddamn! That’s one fuckin fine body!” someone yelled. Others agreed.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Albertson said. When she was on her hands and knees, he went on, “Now put your head down on the mattress and lower the middle of your back and lift your ass. That’s an invitation....an invitation to be fucked like a dog.

Invite us, Mrs. Gardner....invite us.”

When she had done as he’d instructed he continued, “Now, Mrs. Gardner, say ‘I’m a bitch in heat and I want to be fucked with your big black pricks...fucked like a dog. Say it like you mean it.

Ann had become aware that actually speaking the words she’d been made to say since signing the contract aroused her. She’d never had to say anything as degrading as this. She lifted her head slightly from the mattress and looked at the row of seated black men. “I....I’m a...a...bitch in heat,” she said, “and...I want to...want to be fucked like a...like a,” she hesitated and started again, “I want to be fucked with your big black pricks....fucked like a dog.”

The men, except Paul, quickly took off their pants. Their cocks were hard and they began to stroke them. Ike Johnson was first. He grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her slightly before thrusting his cock into her. He started slowly, but gradually picked up the pace. Although she tried not to, she found herself thrusting back matching his rhythm. After a few minutes he groaned and shot his load into her. The men cheered and clapped.

“I think the bitch can do two at once. What do you think, Mrs. Gardner?”

“No, please....I don’t....

He interrupted, “But it don’t matter what you think cause you’re just a bitch in heat, ain’t that right?” He looked over at the seated men. “Who fucked her the first time and would like to feel them warm wet lips slide over his cock this time?”

Suggs stood up, “Yeah, but only if she swallows.”

Albertson nudged her with his shoe, “You swallow, Mrs. Gardner...you gonna swallow Suggs’ big wad of cum?”

She closed her eyes and nodded, “Yes, I will,” she said.

Cliff Bass, the young dockworker, got behind her while Suggs got on his knees in front of her and spread his legs so that his fat cock was touching her lips. “Kiss it,” he said. She leaned forward and kissed the piss hole of his round cockhead. He put his big hands on the back of her head. She opened her mouth wide to accept him. Behind her, Cliff Bass, rammed his cock into her and after less than a minute came and quickly came a second time. Suggs made her lick his heavy ball sack and suck his thick cock for a long time. When he came, he pushed her head down until her nose pressed against his pubic hair. She gagged and couldn’t swallow his cum fast enough. It ran from the corner of her mouth and hung from her chin.

Albertson allowed her time to recover and to wipe her face and reapply her lipstick.

When she finished, she put her head on the mattress and lifted her ass. Again, Albertson nudged her with his shoe, “Say it,” he ordered.

For a moment she wasn’t sure what he wanted her to say, but then she remembered, “I’m a bitch...a bitch in heat and I want your black cocks...I want you to fuck me like a dog.”

“My turn,” Albertson said as he stood behind her. “Trevor she’s going to give you a first class blow job, ain’t that right, Mrs. Gardner?”

Without looking up she murmured, “Yes. yes...I’ll try.” It was Trevor who came first. His cum was watery and tasted bitter. Albertson fucked her slow and expertly bringing her almost to an orgasm and then stopping. Soon she was thrusting back, but he held her still and then began the slow rhythmic thrusts again. She was hot, wanting desperately to cum, they could all see it. A third time he brought her to the edge then pulled out entirely. “Beg,” he said. “Beg for it.”

She was silent for a moment. He touched her swollen clit with his finger. She jumped and cried out. “Please....please.....I’m begging you...please fuck me, please let me cum, please Master Albertson, please...”

He slid his cock in and grabbing her hips pulled her back against his balls. He fucked her hard for thirty seconds until both of them came together, crying out and collapsing on the mattress. His cock stayed in her until it went limp. When he withdrew it, he rolled her over and knelt over her face, his cock wet with her juices and dripping cum. “Clean it,” he said. She opened her mouth and he lowered his glistening black cock into it. She sucked him clean.

Ten minutes later they were outside and the door closed. She lay on the mattress too tired to cry or move. Paul had cum in his pants and was starting to carry bottles and glasses out to the kitchen. The doorbell chimed. Ann sat up frightened. Paul went to the door. It was Albertson.

“I decided to spend the night,” he said. Ann turned away and buried her head between her hands. He walked across the room to stand over her. “I think the bitch liked what I gave her and wants more. Ain’t that right, bitch?” Ann didn’t respond. He grabbed her ponytail and yanked her around so she had to look up at him. His eyes burned into her, “I asked do you want more?” he said evenly.

She felt the familiar wash of heat. “Yes,” she said.

“Yes, what, bitch?”

“Yes, Master, I want more.”

“You go back to the bedroom and fix yourself up so you look good for me while I have a beer with Paulie. Come back to the kitchen when you’re ready.” Ann struggled to her feet and unsteady on the heels made her way along the hall to the bedroom. Paul poured a beer for Albertson and one for himself. He tried to cover the large wet spot at his crotch, but wasn’t successful. Albertson looked at it and smiled. “I see the night wasn’t a total loss for you,” he said. Paul’s face reddened. His former accountant leaned across the table, “You know, Paulie, all those times I came here about the business and every day at the office I was wanting to fuck your wife. I knew under those loose clothes she wore was a fuckin fantastic body. I also knew she wasn’t gettin much if anything from you. Once when you were away from work I made a copy of the photograph you have of her on your desk. I keep it hidden at home. What chance did an older, balding black guy have of scoring with his boss’s young beautiful white wife? None, right?’

Paul nodded and repeated, “None.”

“Funny how life goes, Paulie. Here I am in your kitchen. Already tonight your wife has sucked my dick. I’ve fucked her, Paul, fucked her good and made her cum. At this very minute she’s rubbing that great body with oil and fixing that pretty face and deciding what sexy nightgown to wear and which pair of stilettos to put on....all that just for me, Paulie. I’m going to spend the whole night in your bed kissing your wife, having her lick my black balls and suck my black prick. Just like earlier she’ll be begging me to fuck her. And I will, Paul, two, three times maybe more.”

Paul’s cock had hardened again and was pressing against the wet spot inside his pants. He looked down into his glass then up at Albertson, “There’s nothing I can do about it,” he said.

“Not a fucking thing, Paulie, not a fucking thing.” He pushed his own beer aside. “By the way, you’ll be glad to hear we’re buying four more new trucks, that’s eight since Watts started giving us more business than we can handle. He has a big operation going near the Canadian border. Our trucks are running back and forth twenty-four seven. He’s given us twice the rate we used to get.” He reached across the table and jabbed Paul in the arm, “The bills are getting paid, Paulie.”

They heard the tap of Ann’s heels in the hallway then she was standing at the kitchen entrance. She steadied herself against the door jam. Her lips were swollen, but bright red and shining. She’d showered and as Albertson predicted rubbed her body with oil. She wore a pale pink baby-doll nightie that ended just inches below her crotch. Under it her breasts were clearly visible. On her feet were high heeled pink satin slippers. Both men stared at her for a moment. Albertson pushed his chair back, “Well?” he said. Ann noticed the spot on Paul’s pants and was silent. Albertson hadn’t taken his eyes from her, “Don’t you have anything to say, like an invitation or something?” he asked.

“Yes,” she looked directly at him, “I’m inviting you to spend the night with me.”

“In your bed?”

“Yes, in my bed.”

“You going to make love to me?”

“Yes.”

“Suck my dick?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck me?”

“Yes.”

“How long. How many times?”

“As long and as often as you wish.”

“Are you wet again?”

“I wasn’t, but I am now.”

“Show me.”

Ann lifted the edge of her nightie and ran her middle finger along her crease, then held it up. It was wet. Albertson stood and started down the hall. Ann followed. Paul watched as they entered the bedroom. He heard the door close and lock. He freed his aching cock from his pants and jerked off in his hand.

Chapter Ten

Journal Entry

This has been the most stressful day of my life. If I were any kind of a man I’d go out in the garage, make sure the doors were tight and start the car’s engine. I’ve masturbated twice already this evening and will probably get myself off two more times before morning. At this very moment, my former accountant, John Albertson, is in our bedroom fucking my wife. Later she’ll suck his cock. That will go on all night long, sucking and fucking and touching and kissing....Jesus!

Earlier this evening I had to watch as she gave herself to five of the black guys I used to play poker with. One is Nelson Suggs the chief mechanic at my company, a big rough brute of a guy. He made her suck him off while Cliff Bass fucked her, doggie style. The things they said, the things they did to her, the things they made her do! I sat there. The black guys had taken off their clothes. They had brought a big futon mattress and put it in the middle of the dining room floor. It’s still there smelling of sex. The whole room smells of sex. It was easy to see that she tried to hold back, but they had already fucked her in our bedroom. This was the second round of her sucking them and them fucking her. John was last. By that time she was so hot she began begging him to put his cock back in her when he took it out for a few seconds. She orgasmed in a way I never thought possible with her. I just now heard her crying out in the bedroom. He probably made her cum again. While I was watching them use her, my own cock became so hard it was terribly painful. I just squeezed it on the outside of my pants and I came.

The guys who fucked her didn’t wear rubbers, but I’m sure she took the pill this morning. They also made her swallow their cum and after John fucked her he made her clean his cock with her mouth. Writing this has given me a hard on again.

Earlier today that little bastard, Darnell, phoned and made me take photographs of Ann. He made her put on her makeup and wear a shear robe and then get naked for some of the pictures. He made her say some filthy stuff that he recorded. She doesn’t seem as reluctant to take orders from him. I can’t stand the skinny little prick. He’s got a mean streak. He smells bad and is just about the ugliest Negro I ever saw. He’s her student so I’m sure he feels like a big man when he can boss his teacher around. When all this shit began he was the first to give her an orgasm. She said I did, but I know she faked it every time. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t seem to find him so disgusting. He probably gave her the first real orgasm she ever had.