The Sweet Wife (9 page)

“Get on my knees.”

“On your knees you gonna crawl to me.”

“That’s right,” she said quickly. “I’ll crawl to you and kneel in front of you. I’ll take the position. I’ll beg you to let me suck your beautiful black cock.”

“Just my cock?”

“Oh, no. I’ll make love to your…your balls. I’ll lick your honey spot. And I’ll try my best to take more of you, more of your cock than I did last time.” She paused. He waited. She knew her pussy was soaked. “I want to be your woman. I want to worship my black lover’s cock. It’s all I think about. On my knees I want to worship my black lover’s cock.”

“Now you gettin the idea. That’s the right attitude. You beginning to understand where you belong.”

It was the first time he’d complimented her. She felt herself blushing. “Thank you, honey,” she said.

“Did you get them plugs, them different size plugs I told you to get, them asshole plugs?”

Her heart sank, “No I forgot…I didn’t know where, how…”

“Dumb bitch honky woman!” he shouted. “I’ll tell Robert to stop at the place on the way here. He’ll let you know what to buy. You got to open yourself up. You know the black brothers gonna want to fuck your fine white ass.”

She knew she had to object and if that wasn’t enough she had to hang up and turn back to the place that was safe and sane. She said nothing. When Travis spoke again, it was with a slow drawl, a mocking tone,

“You gonna do that for us, ain’t you Mrs. O’Donnel? You’re gonna stretch your little white asshole ain’t you? You’re gonna offer it to us. You’re gonna take our black pricks up your virgin ass.” He waited a moment to let her fully understand what he’d said. “Tell me what you’re gonna do for you lover. Let me hear you say the words, baby. Tell your lover what you’re gonna do for him.””

If the way he’d said “baby” hadn’t sounded like a term of affection, she might have hung up the phone and put an end to this craziness. She said, “I…I’ll get the plugs. I’ll open myself. I’ll offer my ass to you.”

“Not just me, baby. I got friends. Do I need to fuckin remind you? I told you I’d take you back but only if you do whatever I say.”

Speaking quickly before she could imagine the consequences she said, “Yes, of course, your friends. When I’m open…when I can take them, your friends can…can have me.”

“That’s better. Don’t forget the picture.” He hung up.

She sat for a long while listing in her head reasons for abandoning this whole frightening thing. The reasons were numerous and solid. She couldn’t think of a single reason for continuing with it. She closed her eyes and imagined the way the huge black man had dominated her right from the start. She saw herself in the upstairs bedroom kneeling before him naked, opening her mouth wide to take the enormous head of his black cock. She remembered with surprise and shock that the horrible length and thickness of his prick had been inside her. She’d even discovered later that his cock had ripped her slightly. Some of his cum mixed with her blood. She found the thought of that excited her, even now.

After a few moments she went into the bathroom and ran a tub of very hot water. She soaked for a long time deciding, finally, that she would go, but just his one time. She had no intention of taking Eileen’s photograph. After her bath, she rubbed her body with the perfumed oil and carefully made up her face.

The black gown fit perfectly. It was cut to a “V” that exposed most of her back. Thin straps looped over her shoulders where another open “V” bared the inside swell of her breasts. It was clear she wore nothing under the gown. A slit extended along the left side from the hem almost the entire length of her leg. Both her breasts and pussy would be easily accessible. She squeezed her tiny feet into the pumps which were also cut low across the base of her toes. Although the thin heel was at least four and a half inches, she was not as unsteady as she had been. The shoes, in fact, were comfortable. Quality pays, she thought.

Standing before the mirror, she was startled by her image. She’d exaggerated the fullness of her lips. The gloss made them shine, bright red and wet. She had also applied heavier eye shadow and mascara. Her blue eyes were bright with excitement. She’d not been in the sun so the pale flawless skin of her face contrasted dramatically with the black sheen of her hair.

She watched herself take a few steps in the tight gown. It moved with her like a second skin. Each step revealed the whiteness of her leg which also appeared even whiter against the deep black of the gown. My black lover told me to look hot for him. She smiled at her reflection, I do. I look very hot. I think he’ll want me. I want him to want me.

She put her make-up kit into an old gym bag along with the skirt, blouse, and shoes she’d worn at Jimmy’s. Before zipping the bag, she looked at Eileen’s photo. Her sister was a natural blonde. She had Maureen’s blue eyes and smooth skin. Recently she’d just turned nineteen and, Maureen felt certain, was still a virgin.

In high school Eileen had been rather skinny and terribly shy. She excelled in sports and built her social life around the various teams she played on: basketball, volleyball, stick hockey, and track. Since entering college last fall, she had filled out: strong beautifully shaped legs, breasts slightly bigger than Maureen’s, a tiny waist, and a round firm ass.

Maureen was afraid to imagine why Travis wanted Eileen’s photograph. She closed the gym bag. He’ll be angry, but I’m not taking it, she decided.

At exactly nine o’clock Robert’s taxi pulled up in front of the house. Maureen threw the old raincoat over her gown, picked up the bag, and hurried out, hoping none of the neighbors were watching. She settled into the front seat next to Robert. He nodded, “You got everything?” he asked.

She pointed to the bag, “Yes, in there.”

“Travis said to remind you about the picture. Is it in the bag?”

“Ah, I...I forgot. Can’t we just skip it. I’ll bring it next time.”

“Travis orders. The picture comes with you or you don’t go nowhere. Now, get out of the cab.” He reached across her and opened the door. “Either bring the fuckin picture or stay home. I’ll wait five minutes.”

Back inside the house, Maureen sat on the bed and looked at the photograph of her smiling sister. Her alarm clock was next to it. Four minutes went by. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she took the photograph and hurried down the stairs out to the waiting cab.

“I was about ready to go,” Robert said. He looked at her for several moments. He put her hand on his crotch. Inside his pants, his cock was hard. “Travis say you gonna pay me like last time, but on the ride home.” Maureen pulled her hand away and said nothing. Robert pointed to a package in the back seat. “We don’t have to stop. I got the plugs on the way over here.” He watched her face turn red. He chuckled, “What you gonna do with them plugs?” Maureen turned away and started to put the photograph in her bag.

Before she was able to, Robert took the picture from her and looked at it. “Yeah,” he nodded, “she one fine piece. Blonde, right?”

Maureen took the photo from him and placed it in her bag, “Yes, she’s blonde. Why does Travis want it…the picture?”

Robert started the car, “You gonna see the Captain tomorrow. First time seein the Captain, you got to bring him a present.”

Maureen stared ahead. Neither of them spoke until Robert pulled up to a dilapidated frame house several doors from Jimmy’s Bar. Robert pointed to it, “That’s Travis place. Ring the bell.” He reached in the back seat and handed her the plastic bag. “Don’t forget these,” he said.

As she was leaving she turned back, “My sister’s picture isn’t going to be a present for anyone,” she said.

“We’ll see,” Robert smiled.

The porch sagged. She noticed all the windows were shuttered and there was no window in the solid door. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she rang the bell. She waited and was about to ring again when the door opened. A tall well built black woman stood before her, “You must be Travis’s new woman. That right?”

Maureen resented idea that she was known here only as someone who belonged to an arrogant black man who was practically a stranger to her. The woman’s haughty attitude also annoyed her. “My name’s Maureen O’Donnel,” she said.

“My name’s Silvie Jones.” She didn’t move from the doorway. She glared at Maureen. Her voice was deep and steady, “Is you or ain’t you Travis’s new whore? If you is, say so. If you ain’t, get your white ass out of here.”

Maureen glanced at the street hoping to catch sight of Robert’s taxi. The street was empty. “I...I’m Travis’s friend,” Maureen stammered.

Silvie snorted, “Travis ain’t got no female friends. He just got his whores. Is you the new one or not?”

After a moment, Maureen looked down and said, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…I...I’m his new...new…woman.”

Silvie moved aside, “You like all the rest, too fuckin uppity for your own good.” She led the way down a dark hall. Maureen could see the kitchen at the end of it. Silvie pointed through a doorway to the left that opened into a large dining room. On the far side of this room she noticed two pillars supporting an arched entry into a dimly lit living room. To her right Maureen was shocked to see a group of men sitting around a large dining room table playing poker. They looked up from their cards. Silvie gestured toward Maureen, “Here’s your snotty bitch, Trav,” she said.

Without speaking, Travis crooked his finger at Maureen. As she moved forward into the light, the men smiled and nodded.

“Looks like you got yourself a fine piece, this time, Trav,” one of them said. The rest agreed.

Maureen recognized Linc and Sammy from the bar. There were two others she’d never seen. She stood, trembling, next to Travis’s chair. “Take your coat off, baby,” he said. He took her gym bag and the other one and put both on the table. She hesitated, but was too frightened to protest. Not looking at any of them, Maureen removed the raincoat.

They hollered and applauded. One of the men cried out, “Goddamn! She come to us wearing a practically see-through sexy gown and nothin on under it!” Maureen felt her face grow red. Sammy yelled, “I told you she gonna look hot…real hot.”

A short older man shook his head, “Look at them high heels and that fine bare leg! She gettin us all juiced up already!””

Linc said, “Old Trav can pick em.” He nudged Travis, “Hope she gonna behave better than last time.”

Travis had placed his hand on her ass. He squeezed it painfully, “You gonna do whatever I say. Ain’t that right, baby?”

He relaxed his hand.

Looking out over their heads she said, “Yes. I’ll do what you say.”

“Well, for starters, suppose you tell the brothers and Silvie why you’re here.” She frowned looking puzzled. He dug his fingers into her ass again causing her to wince. “What’s them words you been sayin?”

“Please, Travis, don’t…” she began.

“Tell us what you want,” he demanded. “Tell us why you left your nice white neighborhood tonight and left your husband and your two little kids to come down here where all the black folks live. You slummin or what?”

He was forcing her to say the words. She bowed her head, “I…I came here to…to worship Travis’ cock,” she whispered.

“Not just mine, bitch. Speak up and say the fuckin words right.”

Her head still bowed, she said, “I came here to…to.” She couldn’t finish.

Travis slammed his open hand down on the table. “You got a fuckin lot to learn!” he shouted.

Maureen glanced at him, frightened. She quickly said, “I want to worship the black man’s cock.”

“How?” Travis was angry.

Bowing her head again she spoke softly, “On my knees. I…I’ll kiss it, and…and suck.”

Sammy stood up and grabbed his crotch, “Hey Trav, she can start with me right now. Jesus! Look at that sweet mouth!”

Travis began to slowly caress her ass. She felt her nipples stiffen and knew she was already wet. “We got a card game goin here,” Travis said. Before they could object, he continued, “You brothers know me to be a generous man. This here new woman of mine,” he patted Maureen’s ass, “is gonna be a double prize tonight. She gonna suck the cock of whoever who wins the most and then the one who loses the most. My new woman gonna suck off two of you brothers here tonight. How do that sound?”

The men loudly agreed. Maureen began to protest, “Oh God...no! Please, Travis, I...I thought it would be just you and me…I didn’t...”

He quickly cut her off, “As you can plainly see it ain’t just you and me. Now, you doin what you’re told, right?”

The thought of taking strange black cocks into her mouth repulsed and terrified her. She backed toward the hall, but Silvie blocked her and shoved her toward Travis. There was no way to escape. She cursed herself for coming. It was several moments before she could say anything. She nodded, “I’ll do what you tell me.

Sammy laughed, “How about havin her warm up on Silvie here?”

“Yeah,” a cadaverous looking man called Ali said, “nothing better than watchin a good lookin white bitch goin down on a good lookin black sister.”

Travis put his arm around Maureen’s waist and drew her down to sit on his lap. She could feel his cock begin to harden beneath her. He moved his hand up to cup her breast. “You ever eat pussy?” he asked.

Blushing furiously, Maureen quickly said, “No…no…not ever. I wouldn’t think of...”

Travis pinched her nipple, “There’s always a first time. You might even get to like it.”

Silvie was standing beside them. She drew her long pointed fingernails lightly down Maureen’s cheek. Maureen looked up at her, frightened. Silvie smiled, “Yeah, Travis got it right. You gonna do me good. Miss Silvie gonna teach you how to eat pussy.” She trailed her fingers over Maureen’s breast, “You gonna make Miss Silvie cum, ain’t you baby?”

Maureen felt a shiver go through her body. She looked away from the piercing brown eyes and said nothing. Silvie glanced at Travis who nodded. Quickly, the black woman slapped Maureen hard across the face. “When I ask you a fuckin question I’m lookin to get a fuckin answer!” The unexpected blow brought tears to Maureen’s eyes. Silvie leaned close to her, “Now, I want to hear it, you gonna lick me good and make me cum?”