For a moment she thought she might collapse and cry hysterically. She took a deep breath, “I…I’m yours…I mean I’m your woman.” There was laughter and a scatter of applause. They waited for her to go on. “I’m going to take off my coat.” Laughter again.
“You gonna show us your white pussy?” Sammy yelled.
Maureen shook her head vigorously, “No...no…I’m not.”
Travis spoke up, “But you will if your man tells you to, ain’t that right?”
She realized now that it was hopeless to protest. “Yes,” she said bowing her head.
“Get on with it, then,” Travis said.
She fumbled with the belt buckle. With trembling hands she unbuttoned the buttons of the coat, finally letting it fall from her shoulders. The men hollered and clapped and stomped their feet. “Hey, Trav, you got yourself one fine lookin woman this time!” someone shouted.
“You gonna send her to the Captain?” Roy asked.
The second of the two the black women spoke for the first time, “What kind of fool question is that. Course he gonna send her to the Captain lessen he want his big balls stuffed up his big ass!” Everyone laughed again.
“That’s for damn sure!” the woman named Ruby said.
Travis spoke above the noise, “Yeah, yeah…all in due time, all in due time. My new bitch will have herself an interview with the Captain.”
“How about we have a look at her pussy?” Sammy asked. “I get hot just lookin at white pussy.”
Travis walked to the edge of the dance floor. “You got anything on under that top and skirt?” Maureen, her head still bowed, shook it. “Speak up, damn you. How many times you got to be told!” Travis yelled.
“No, there’s nothing under my blouse and skirt.”
“Why not? Why you comin into Jimmy’s Place without wearin a bra and panties?”
“I…I…don’t know. Because I thought you….thought you would…” she stopped.
“You wanted to get your black lover hot so maybe he’d fuck you. Ain’t that right?”
With her head still bowed she said softly, “Yes, that’s right.”
“Now you’re gonna show us your pussy.” She didn’t move. “Damnit!” Travis yelled, “lift the fuckin skirt and show the folks what you got there!”
The short skirt was tight, but the side slit made it easy to pull up. My God, she thought, how did it come to this? Why am I standing here exposing myself before these gross, ignorant, black low-lifes? The men were shouting again, their voices louder, huskier, “Fuckin cunt is shaved clean as a baby’s ass!”
“Hard to believe she can take Travis’s big prick.”
Travis grinned, “She took it alright and she fuckin loved it, didn’t you, baby?”
Maureen pushed her skirt down and lifted her head to face him, “Yes, yes I did.”
He nodded, “You give any of that pussy to your husband since I fucked you?”
“No.”
“Did he want some?” She felt her face flush as she nodded her head. “He’s your husband. He’s supposed to get pussy when he wants it. Why you not give the poor bastard any?” The crowd laughed again.
Maureen felt tears form at the corners of her eyes, “You told me…I mean…I was doing what you asked me to.”
Someone said, “I think Trav got his little bitch trained.”
Travis looked at the speaker and shook his head “Not yet. But a month from now she gonna know what it means to be Travis Henry’s woman.” He turned back to Maureen, “You saving that pretty white cunt for me, right? You want my black cock inside you. Say it. Tell the folks.”
The color rose to her cheeks. She turned to face the men at the bar, “I was saving my…my myself for…for Travis.” She looked down at the floor then back at him. “I want you…your black cock inside me.”
Sammy yelled, “Hey Trav, she give good head.”
“Yeah, for a beginner she do OK.” He crooked a finger at her. Relieved, she crossed to stand next to him. He put a big arm around her waist. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, “You gonna get down on your knees and suck my dick tonight?’
She bowed her head not saying anything. His arm tightened on her waist, she winced and looked up at him, “Yes,” she said.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I...I’ll get on my knees and…and suck you.”
The other’s laughed again. Someone yelled, “I’d sure like to see them hot red lips wrapped around Travis’ black meat!”
Enjoying this, Travis chuckled, “She can’t take but about half, but she licks my balls and gets her little white nose up in my ass crack. She likes the honey spot don’t you, babe?”
She looked across at him, her eyes filling with tears, “Yes, I do. I like it.”
Travis led her back to the bar and placed her on a stool. He leaned close whispering, “How about you start callin me ‘honey’, and put my hand on your tit. Then look up at me and ask for a kiss.”
Maureen glanced at his huge hand remembering that she’d sucked one of his fingers. Although she was frightened and humiliated, she also felt the tingling in the pit of her stomach and knew that her pussy was moist. Most of the men at the bar were still watching them. She took Travis’ hand and moved it up her body until it covered her breast.
“White bitch ain’t nothing but a slut,” Ruby said.
Maureen pretending not to hear her, looked up into Travis’ face. His thick lips were wet. She circled her lips with her tongue. His fingers pinched her nipple. She groaned inwardly. “Please, honey,” she said loud enough for them to hear, “please kiss me.”
“Yeah, baby, but first tell us what you done this past week so you could come on down here tonight to be with your man.”
She hated to think of what she’d done. To speak of it before these strangers was painful. “I bought these new clothes and shoes so that…so that… hoping you would be pleased.”
“How much that stuff cost?”
Her face was scarlet, “Almost three hundred dollars.”
“Yeah!” Ruby shouted, “Them fuck-me shoes got to cost a hundred fifty.”
Travis smiled, “My baby knows I like to see her little white feet in classy heels.” He squeezed her breast and toyed with her stiff nipple, “That’s a lot a money just so you could see your main man. No matter what it costs, you always gonna look good for me, right?”
“Yes, honey, I’ll try to look good for you, always.” He leaned down and wrapping his arms around her, pulled her tight against him. She tilted her head and parted her lips. His open mouth covered hers. Their tongues touched. She closed her eyes and felt only his warm lips and the taste of his mouth.
The kiss was just as she’d remembered and had longed for these past weeks. His size and strength frightened and also aroused her. The smell of his sweat also excited her. It was strong yet not unpleasant. She breathed him in as she moved her tongue against his. His soft puffy black lips slid over hers. She felt almost drawn out of herself. The barroom and the others disappeared. This was why she took the Christmas money. This was why she came here tonight.
As he pulled away, she heard herself whispering, “Please honey, oh, please!”
She tried to pull his head back toward hers. Roughly, he grabbed her wrists and forced her back down onto the stool.
Sammy leaned across the bar, “Wheee!” he cried, “She one hot little bitch now!”
Travis chuckled, “Yeah, I knew after the first kiss in her fuckin house that this one was gonna give it up to me and keep on givin it up to me.”
Roy shouted, “That right? You gonna keep on givin it up to old Travis?”
Maureen placed both hands on the bar and stared down at them. She’d forgotten to take off the gold band of her wedding ring. She remembered the beautiful ceremony and Brian placing it on her finger. She was still breathing heavily. Without looking up she said, “Yes, I’m going to keep giving it up to Travis.”
Travis put his hand under her chin, forcing her
to look up at him, “You come to me when I want you. You do what I tell you.”
She could feel the warm secretions oozing along her slit, “I’ll come when you want me. I’ll do what you tell me.”
At the far end of the bar sat an old skinny black man who had not spoken all evening although he’d stood up to look at Maureen when she was in the spotlight. “Hey, Goose!” Travis yelled, “How you like this hot young white woman I got here?”
The old man pulled at his crotch as he peered down the bar. His rheumy eyes were sunk deep into his skull. His bald head was ringed with a fringe of gray hair that hung over his ears. His wide mouth stretched into a grin revealing purple gums and a few broken teeth. His lips were dry and badly cracked. “She damn pretty, Trav,” he cackled.
“What if I told you she don’t kiss or fuck nobody but black men,” Travis shouted.
Goose thought a moment, “Well, I guess that be good for black men.”
“She just told me she feels sorry for you and she’d like to give you a big wet kiss.” Travis said. Everyone whooped and hollered.
Maureen quickly grabbed Travis’s hand with both of hers. She looked up at him pleading, “Oh, God no! I can’t. I can’t do that. I really can’t.”
“You just said you gonna do what your black lover tells you to do. I’m tellin you to get your ass down there and give my old friend a nice wet tongue kiss.”
The crowd had suddenly become quiet. They waited silently their eyes on Maureen. Not moving, she stared ahead across the bar. Travis took her purse and found her make-up kit inside it. He handed the lipstick tube to her and a small mirror. She looked up at him, her eyes tearing again. He shook his head. The four quarters he’d placed on the bar earlier were still there. She glanced at the phone in the corner. Travis leaned close to her ear. “Do what your fuckin told,” he whispered.
She propped the mirror up and, with trembling fingers, coated her lips, then spread a sheen of gloss over them. When she finished, she looked at Travis who nodded in approval.
Unsteady in the stilettos she walked the length of the bar to where the old man sat grinning idiotically. The only sound was of her heels clicking on the bare floor. When she reached him, he shouted down to Travis, “Can I play with her titties, Trav?”
The crowd remained silent. Travis nodded, “Yeah, Goose, do what you want. Feel her up…her tits, her ass whatever you want. She’s hot to give herself to the black man. That’s why she’s here.”
Maureen stood before the grizzled old drunk. He smelled strongly of urine. His face and hands were grimy, his black skin crusted. He reached out with both hands and placed his bony fingers on her breasts and squeezed them painfully, his long dirty fingernails digging into the thin material of her blouse. Suddenly his face became hard and mean. He hissed and spittle flew from the black hole of his mouth. Maureen cried out and forcefully pushed him away as she backed up. She turned toward Travis, “I can’t!” she screamed. “I can’t do it!”
Travis clenched his fists. She could see the mounting rage in his face. He snatched up the quarters and went to the phone.
“Hey, Trav,” Sammy yelled. “You’re not sendin the bitch home are you?”
“You’re fuckin right, I’m sendin her home.”
He dialed a number and spoke quickly and hung up. Maureen was afraid to approach him. He pointed toward the door. “Wait outside, bitch. Cab is on the way!” he yelled.
The men in the crowd muttered their disappointment. Ruby shook her head, “I was hopin Trav would make her eat my pussy.”
Not sure her trembling legs would carry her to the door, Maureen fled. Within three minutes the cab arrived. The driver was a black man, young and muscular. She slid into the back seat. He turned to face her. “It’ll be fifty. You got the money?”
With a clutch of fear, she remembered she had only twenty dollars left. “It was twenty when I came here earlier this evening,” she said nervously.
“Cost more to go home,” he said unsmiling.
“All I have is twenty,” she fumbled in her purse.
He took the bill she handed him. “You thirty dollar short.” He patted the front seat. “That mean you got to sit up here,” he said.
She thought of running back into the bar and begging Travis to give her thirty dollars. She thought of trying to walk to Briarcilff. Neither thing seemed possible. Apprehensively, she climbed out of the back seat and into the front one.
He pressed a button locking all the doors. He then unzipped his fly and withdrew a long thin cock that was already hard. He looked at her, “When you start suckin, I start drivin,” he said.
“Please, no,” she protested. “I can give you the money when we get to my house.”
“This ain’t about the fuckin money,” he said. He reached over and grabbing her forcefully by the back of her neck, drew her head down to his crotch. “You come down here wantin black cock. Now you got some. Suck it.”
Like Travis, the scent was rich and musky. She felt herself moisten quickly. She took him into her mouth. At first she tried to make him cum by sucking hard, but when it became clear that he could hold off, she licked his shaft and teased his cockhead with her tongue. The trip lasted twenty minutes. When the cab stopped he had not yet cum. He lifted her head so she had to look at him. “For a white bitch you suck pretty good,” he said. “You like my black prick?”
Her fingers were still around the base of his cock. Her lips were swollen and wet, her eyes misty. “Yes, I do. I…I...like it.”
“You take all my cum. Don’t spill any?”
“Yes, I...I’ll take it…all of it.”
He let go of her. She tugged his pants down and cupping his balls, licked them. Gently, she slid her lips and tongue over the length of his cock until it was once more wet with her spittle. Then, she took him inside her mouth and sucked fast and hard, moaning all the while. He cried out and came in hot spurts, filling her mouth so that she had to keep swallowing.
As she got out of the cab, he handed her a scrap of paper with a number written on it, “My name’s Robert,” he said. “Any time you want a ride to or from Riverton call me.” He grabbed her wrist pulling her halfway back into the cab. “You know the fare, right?”
She glanced at his cock which had just begun to subside. “Yes, Robert, I know the fare.”
“And you’ll pay it?” He let her go.
She slid out and closed the door. The window was down. “I don’t...I don’t know.” His hand tightened on her wrist. “I’ll pay it,” she said.
The house was dark. She was tempted to look in on the children, but didn’t. Brian was sound asleep and snoring. She undressed, hid the clothes and shoes, and crawled into bed. Brian hadn’t moved. She fell asleep still tasting Robert’s cum in the back of her throat.
Chapter Three
In the morning Brian tried to wake her but she rolled over and went back to sleep. He fed the children and got them off to school before going to work.
She didn’t awaken until after ten o’clock. Recalling last night, she masturbated and came quickly. After her shower, she determined to put Travis out of her mind and out of her life. She sat down and made a budget that might let her replace the money she’d taken from their Christmas fund. It would mean cutting a little here and there, but she felt she could do it before Brian noticed.
For the rest of the day she busied herself making a fine pot roast dinner and baking a cake. She was going to get her life in order by being a good mother and wife. She’d make it up to Brian tonight.
When the children came home she joked and laughed with them, but frequent flashbacks of Jimmy’s Bar left her feeling terribly guilty. With Brian, it was worse. He didn’t ask where she’d been. Whenever she looked at her husband, the image popped into her head of him kneeling between Travis’ legs to lick her cum from the black man’s testicles.
That night, Brian went to bed early. She stayed on the couch until she was sure he would be asleep. Before going upstairs, she masturba
ted again.
On Wednesday afternoon, she retrieved the two scraps of paper she’d saved. For a long time she studied the numbers written on them. On Thursday Brian announced that he was taking the children camping for the weekend. When they asked if she was coming along, he told them their mother hadn’t been feeling well and was staying home. He had hardly spoken to her in the past two weeks.
Late Friday morning, she phoned Travis. Her heart was pounding. She punched in a wrong number the first time. Before she tried again, she felt along the slit of her pussy. It was wet. He answered immediately with the same arrogant, “Yeah?”
She swallowed, “It’s Maureen,” she said.
It was as if he had known she would call and knew why. “You get one more fuckin chance,” he growled. “You do exactly what I say next time?”
“I...I…don’t know.”
“Then stop fuckin botherin me. I got better things to do.” He waited.
After several moments she said, “Yes, I promise. I’ll do what you say.”
“No matter what?”
“I…I’m not sure.” He was waiting. “Yes,” she said knowing it was a terrible mistake. “Yes,” she repeated, “no matter what.”
“You want to be my woman, want to belong to me?”
She shut her eyes and touched her swollen clitoris. She hesitated. Once the words were spoken, she wouldn’t be able to call them back.
“You’re keeping me waitin, and I don’t wait for no woman, especially a white bitch who’s in heat,” Travis said.
He knew. Somehow he knew. He had probably known from the first time he’d seen her. “I want to be your woman. I want you to...to take me. I want to belong to you.” She was close to an orgasm. Denying herself, she placed her hand on the table.
“Robert tell me you sucked his dick and sucked it good. He thinks you got a thing for black cock. Is that true?”
“Yes,” she said quickly, “Yes, it’s true.”
“Robert says you swallowed his cum. You got a taste for the black man’s cum?”
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