The Sweet Wife (18 page)

“Well, then, you got a natural talent for suckin cock. Your mouth fills up with hot spit real quick. I spect you get off suckin the black man’s cock?”

She could feel her pussy moisten, “Yes, Robert, it excites me.”

He drove in silence for a few minutes. She saw him looking in the mirror. She parted her legs wider. He nodded, “That’s right. I see you startin to cream already. All this talk got me a world class hard-on. If I wasn’t takin you to the Captain I’d have you come up here and suck me off, nice and slow, take my cum. Would you do that?”

“Yes, Robert, you know I would.”

“That’s good to hear.”

After they had gone a few blocks she leaned forward and spoke tentatively, “Robert, you won’t say anything to my sister…I mean about me…the things I’ve done?”

He grunted, “No, I won’t. Captain’s orders. I ain’t sayin nothing.”

“Please Robert, when my sister gets in the cab, may I put my legs together?”

He nodded, “That be all right.”

He seemed to know exactly where Eileen and her father lived. He pulled up at the curb and honked the horn. For several moments Eileen stood in the open doorway apparently speaking to her father. She wore a beautiful off the shoulders white linen dress, matching heels and purse. Her golden hair shimmered in the light. Her body was tanned and, like Maureen, she’d rubbed it with oil. Robert stared at her, “Damn, she’s one good looking bitch!” he said softly.

For a moment, Maureen felt the old resentment of her sister rise up. Although both of them were pretty, Eileen always got the most attention. Eileen with the long blonde hair, the wide smiling mouth, the eternal tan, the athletic body. She remembered Travis’s words, “I want you to be the prettiest woman in the place tonight.” Until now, she was certain she would be. Eileen was coming down the walk, a little unsteady in the unfamiliar heels. Robert turned back to Maureen, “The Captain gonna do her real good tonight. Little sister ain’t ever gonna be the same.”

Maureen shook her head, “No, she won’t ever be the same.” She was surprised that the thought pleased her.

Eileen bounded into the taxi excitedly and laughing, “My God, Maureen, I can’t believe I’m actually going to have dinner with Dex Wells! He’s been my favorite sports hero since I was a little girl!”

Maureen pitied her trusting sister and at the same time felt a wave of guilt. She forced a smile, “He’s every bit as nice as he seems in those television interviews.” She patted Eileen’s knee, “And handsome. He doesn’t look much older than when he played for the pros, just more distinguished.”

Impulsively, Eileen hugged her sister, “Oh gosh, I hope I look all right. I hope I don’t say something stupid.” She sat back, “What about your date, this Travis? Was he on the team with Dex? I don’t remember his name.”

“No, they’re just friends and I guess you could say business partners,” Maureen smiled wanly.

Eileen leaned closer and whispered, “He’s not black is he? I mean if you’re going with him…you know…”

Maureen turned her head to look out the window. “Yes, he’s black,” she said. “He’s very black.”

“But…but…how could you? I mean a black man…” Eileen started to protest.

They had pulled up in front of the hotel. Robert didn’t move. Maureen opened the door and slid out. Eileen followed. Inside, at the far end of the dining room they saw Dexter and Travis at a secluded table. Eileen stopped and grabbed Maureen’s arm. “That big ugly man with Mr. Wells, he’s not Travis? He’s so fat and so…so ugly and mean looking!”

“Yes, that’s Travis,” Maureen’s heart was pounding and she felt her face flush and a ripple of heat spread through her body.

“But...but...Maureen, he’s gross. How could you…how can you,” Eileen protested.

Maureen looked directly at her sister, “I could and I can,” she said quietly. “And I want to.” She moved toward the table before Eileen could speak.

The men didn’t stand. Maureen made the introductions. When she sat, Travis tapped her leg. She looked at him quickly and whispered, “I’m sorry.” She spread her legs and remembered to keep her lips parted. Under the table his rough hand moved along her inner thigh. She wished he would touch her wet pussy but he didn’t. “You lookin good, babe,” he said, “but your pretty blonde sister gets the prize.”

Eileen giggled delightedly when Dexter agreed. During dinner Dexter was charming. He told funny locker room stories about his years in the NFL. Maureen noticed that the waiter kept Eileen’s wine glass full. He filled her own glass only once. Eileen, in her nervous excitement, kept drinking.

Travis had ordered baby lamb chops. He held them in his hands and ate the last of the meat off the bones. Maureen saw Eileen look away then back at her, frowning. Travis noticed. Deliberately, he placed two fat greasy fingers on Maureen’s lower lip. Maureen glanced at her sister who was staring wide-eyed. Maureen looked up at Travis and parted her lips. Travis slid his fingers between them. Maureen closed her eyes and sucked his fingers clean.

Eileen turned toward Dexter about to protest. He smiled at her. “It’s OK,” he said as he filled her glass. “When a woman does that, it’s a way of her saying she loves her man. She’s telling him she belongs to him. Your sister is happy to do whatever old Travis wants.”

Travis nodded and withdrew his fingers from Maureen’s mouth. He put his hand under the table and squeezed her thigh. “That’s true, ain’t it babe? That’s the way it is between you and me, right?”

“Yes, Travis honey.”

“Tell your sister,” Travis said.

Maureen looked across the table at Eileen, “I do whatever he wants me to do, Eileen.” She glanced up at Travis, “Anything,” she said. She looked back at Eileen, “I’m his woman now. I belong to him.”

Travis put his arm around her and placed his huge hand over her breast. He grinned across at Eileen. “Your pretty sister is learning a whole new way,” he said. “Ain’t that right, babe?” He squeezed her breast.

Maureen nodded, “It’s not like with Brian,” she explained. It’s different. A lot different.” She stared steadily at her sister. “He’s training me. Travis is training me to be his woman.”

Eileen quickly finished her wine. There was an awkward moment of silence. She looked at Dexter who smiled at her and gently placed his index finger on her lip. She jumped slightly as if shocked. Frowning, she began to shake her head. Dexter leaned close to her ear. “Open,” he whispered. Frightened, she looked up into his face. The color rose to her cheeks. His eyes burned into hers. “Open,” he repeated. She parted her lips. He slid his finger into her mouth, then pushed it out and in a few times. She didn’t resist. Staring into her eyes he said, “Suck it, Miss Eileen, suck it nice.” They could see that she was moving her tongue around and over his finger. When he withdrew it, her breath was coming faster and her face was flushed.

Dexter put his hand under her chin, tilting her head up. “You ever do that for your boyfriend?”

She shook her head, “Oh my Gosh, no…I…I…we….”

He put his arm over her bare shoulder and drew her close to him. “I think we’re going to get along just fine. What do you think?”

She saw that Maureen and Travis were looking at her waiting for her to answer. “I don’t…I mean…we just met. I don’t really know you…and…and…”

Dexter held his wine glass to her lips. Looking up at him with both fear in her eyes and a kind of childlike wonder, she drank.

When she finished he leaned toward her, and tilted her head up. “Open,” he said. She parted her lips. The kiss lasted a long time. When it ended he looked across at Maureen and Travis. “I think Eileen is ready. What do you think?”

Travis smiled, “Looks to me like she is.”

Dexter turned to Eileen and pulled her closer. “What does the little sister think?” He asked. Eileen seemed almost in a trance. She still stared up at him, her breath coming fast. He placed his hand on her cheek, “”Are you ready, baby? Tell me,” he whispered loud enough for them to hear. Eileen turned slightly away and bowed her head. He slid his hand down slowly along her shoulder and dress until he cupped her breast. She shivered and made a little sound, but didn’t move. He whispered something to her they couldn’t hear.

She flinched, startled, “Oh, my...no…I’ve never…” she stuttered. She glanced at Maureen who turned toward Travis. Dexter squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger. She looked up at him, “Please, don’t,” she said breathlessly.

He lifted his hand to her chin again, tilting her head up and leaning closer. “We both know what you want, baby, don’t we?” She parted her lips as he pressed his over them.

Travis excused himself saying he needed the Men’s Room. He nudged Maureen who immediately said she had to go too. As she was leaving, she glanced back at Eileen who seemed small and vulnerable next to Dexter. He held both of Eileen’s hands and was speaking seriously to her. Eileen’s face was flushed but she was nodding slowly in agreement.

In the Ladies Room Maureen fixed her make-up and spread a coating of fresh gloss over her bright red lips. Travis was waiting when she came out. Instead of going back to the dining room, they took an elevator to the twelfth floor. Travis fondled her ass, “You got the plug in, the big one?”

“Yes, honey. I think I’m open enough for you.”

Travis nodded, “You did good bringin your sister for Dex. Don’t look like she gonna give him much trouble.” They walked down the hall to room number 1200 and stopped before the door. “This is a suite, the best one in the hotel.”

Maureen smiled up at him, “I’ve been thinking about this all week. Just you and me Travis.” She put her hands on his chest and got on her tiptoes, tilting her face up to be kissed. He pushed her away and took from his pocket a thick black leather blindfold, which he dangled in front of her.

“It ain’t gonna be just you and me, least not yet,” he said unsmiling.

Her eyes widened in fright, “Oh, please Travis…” she began.

Roughly he grabbed her upper arms and slammed her against the wall. “Don’t start no shit,” he said angrily. “We gonna party first; me and a bunch of other guys. Can you guess who the entertainment gonna be?” He glared down at her. She turned away, the tears starting to form. “Travis, you promised,” she said softly.

He took her chin in his hand and squeezed painfully. “You’re my woman. You do what the fuck you’re told.”

She bowed her head. After a moment she brushed away the tears and looked up at him. “Yes, I belong to you, Travis. I’ll do what you say.” He held up the blindfold. She nodded. He placed it over her eyes and tied it tight. She heard him rap on the door which opened immediately. Guiding her to a straight back chair he told her to sit. “Legs spread, lips parted,” he reminded her. She heard expressions of approval and sensed the men gathering around her. They had been drinking. She heard chink of ice in glasses. She thought she detected shoes and trousers being removed.

She imagined the group of black men forming a half circle around her. They would be almost naked now and holding their stiffening pricks. Just looking at her would make them hard. She liked knowing she had the power to make their pricks hard. She knew their pricks would stay hard because she was pretty, and naked under her dress, and because they sensed she was in heat and wanted them. She knew she was beautiful. She knew how black men lusted after beautiful, young white women. And tonight they had one. She was young, and beautiful, and white. Tonight she was theirs and they knew it. They would want her. They would want to take her again and again. And they would also want to humiliate and perhaps even hurt her. Each one of them would take her two or three times tonight. Their great black cocks would glisten with her spit and her pussy juice. They would shoot their thick cum on her face and body and in her cunt and in her ass and her mouth. She could feel her secretions oozing from her cunt and realized they could see it. They knew she was hot. They knew she wanted them.

She flinched as someone placed a sweaty hand on her shoulder. “Ah, Trav, you and Dex sure brought us a prime piece; young, white, pretty. Her little bald cunt’s already oozing.” He put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up. “She got a mouth made for suckin cock. It’s nice and wet and the way she keeps it open like that. You got her trained, Trav, got her trained right. Does she suck cock good?”

“Tell him, babe,” Travis said.

She swallowed and tried to bring her breathing under control, “I try, yes I try to…to do it…to suck, I mean. I try to suck good.”

“You like the taste of the black man’s cum?” His hand moved across her back.

“Yes…I like the taste. I like it….like the taste of the black man’s cum.”

He put both hands on her shoulders. Slowly, he moved them down and under the square neck of her dress. His hands were hot on her bare breasts. With the thumb and forefinger of each hand he pinched her nipples. She drew in her breath and tried to suppress a groan. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “You like that too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said.

“If you want kissed, tilt your head back and turn toward me. And ask.”

She did as he directed. “Please kiss me,” she said. His mouth brushed hers and his tongue slid between her parted lips. While he squeezed her nipples, she sucked it.

As soon as he stepped away she felt another hand on her bare leg. Her dress was pushed back. Someone spoke to Travis, “We understand she brought her little sister for Dex to play with. That true?”

“Ask her,” Travis said.

The man who had spoken asked, “Is it true you give up your sister to old Dex to fuck?”

Maureen felt someone on the floor in front of her and gasped as bony fingers circled her ankle and then pointed fingernails trailed along her calf. “Yes, I brought my sister to…to…the Captain.” Her face was flushed and her breathing was heavy.

She heard Travis laugh then he spoke, “What you think gonna happen to your baby sister? Tell us.”

The fingernails teased her inner thigh and brushed lightly over her pussy. She gasped and involuntarily spread her legs wider. “I…I…think he’ll take her…make her his.”