Maureen's Choice (9 page)

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.

C
hapter 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.

Robert grunted and came in her mouth. She milked his cock while drawing her cheeks in and sucking him dry. His jism was thick and hot. She held him in her mouth until his prick subsided. Looking up at him, her lips puffy and wet, she asked, “Did you like it, Robert? Was I good?”

He shook his head, “You got a mouth made for sucking cock.”

Gently she put his prick back in his pants and zipped him up. “You’re the second person to tell me that today,” she said. “But my mouth’s only for black cock,” she added.

He chuckled, “You got that right.” He stood. “Is there a cold beer in the refrigerator?”

She rose and led him to the kitchen. He sat at the table and drank out of the bottle. Sam’s dirty dishes were still in the sink. Robert looked around and noticed the toys on the counter. “That’s a cool lookin teddy bear,” he said.

Maureen glanced at it and felt a sudden terrible sadness sweep over her. “It’s Sara’s. She’s had it a long time. It’s her favorite toy.”

Robert drummed his fingers on the table. “I got a sister who got a kid, a little girl name of Shauna. She’d like to have a bear like that.”

Quickly Maureen said, “I can tell you where we got it. It was expensive but if you want one for your niece, I’ll help pay for it.” She moved over to stand in front of the toys.

“I wasn’t thinkin about buyin one. I was thinkin you would like to give me your kid’s teddy bear.”

“Oh, Robert, I couldn’t do that. I mean Sara loves it. She takes it everywhere except to school. She sleeps with it at night. Let me buy one. We can get it on the way to Travis’s.”

Robert frowned, “Like I said, I don’t want to buy one.” He paused staring at her, “You wearin that necklace and ankle bracelet that tell me you is a white woman for blacks. Now I’m telling you it’s an honor to be what you is. Don’t you think it’s an honor to serve the black man?”

Maureen tried to hold back the tears but they ran down her cheeks. “Yes, I think it’s an honor to serve the black man.”

“And servin the black man means you do whatever the black man tells you to do. Ain’t that right?”

“Yes Robert, but….”

He cut her off, “This black man is saying for you to give me that fuckin teddy bear and for you to say you want my little niece Shauna to have it.”

Maureen brushed the tears from her face and picked up the teddy bear. She handed it to Robert. “I’d like you to have this to give to your sister’s little girl, Shauna,” she said.

Robert finished his beer and belched. “I spect Shauna be happy with a present from Uncle Robert.” He looked at his watch. Fix up your face. Don’t want to keep Travis waitin.”

She put on her make-up and carried her small suitcase out to the cab. Robert threw the teddy bear into the front seat. Maureen noticed the neighbors watching. “Do you want me in the front or the back?” she asked.