She remembered the hot, thick spurts of Robert’s cum. “Yes, Travis, I have a taste for it…for the black man’s cum.”
“You remember the words I made you learn? Say them.”
“I worship the black man’s cock.” She repeated it, “I worship the black man’s cock.”
“I want you to keep on sayin that to yourself all the damn time.” He waited.
“I will.”
“Robert’s gonna bring you to a place. He’ll pick you up Saturday night at nine o’clock. I want you to get a new gown at that fancy store you went to last time. I seen one there yesterday. It’s black. Supposed to wear somethin under it cause it’s like see-through. But you don’t wear nothin under it. Get new shoes. Saw them there, too. Pumps they call them. Four or five inch heel. Classy. Them’s fuck-me shoes that don’t look like fuck-me shoes.”
“Please, Travis, the money….” She began.
“I don’t give a shit about that.” He cut her off. “Get it where you got it before. You won’t be goin home till Monday. Pack a bag, lipstick and that stuff. I want you to look hot. Oh, yeah, bring along them clothes you wore last time and bring that picture of your sister. You got what I’m sayin?”
She knew if she said “no” that would end it. She hesitated, wanting desperately to tell him she couldn’t do what he demanded. Instead she put her hand between her legs again. “Yes honey,” she said. “I understand. But why my sister’s photograph? I mean what’s that for?”
“Since when you askin questions? I say bring it, you bring it. You don’t want to do what I say, stay the fuck home.”
“I’ll be ready at nine on Saturday.”
“What you want to do? Say it.”
She had trouble controlling her voice, “I want to worship the black man’s cock.”
“Which black man?”
“You, Travis, honey. I want to worship your cock. On my knees I want to worship your cock.”
“How you gonna do that?”
She had been imagining it for days, “I’ll be pretty for you. My lips will be bright red and wet. My mouth will be hot. I’ll kneel in front of you. I’ll kiss it, soft gentle kisses all over your beautiful cock. I’ll hold it against my cheeks, I’ll lick it, lick it everywhere, lick your balls, lick under your balls.” Her breath was coming faster. “I’ll skin it back and lick around the rim. I know you like to watch me do that. I’ll take it into my mouth, deeper than the last time. I’ll suck your black cock, suck it for a long time, make love to it.”
She heard the click of the receiver as he hung up and immediately she had a powerful orgasm.
She walked the five blocks to the bank where she withdrew another four hundred dollars. Two more blocks took her to Ailene’s. The gown and shoes Travis mentioned were on display. Both were just right for her: a size six gown and size four shoes. Without trying them on, she paid and hurried back home. To keep her resolve, she continued to repeat the phrase Travis had given her. “I worship my black lover’s cock.”
A part of her mind kept telling her this was insane. It was a road from which there would be no return. Her family would suffer and eventually she would pay a terrible price. But there was this other thing…this rush of heat to her crotch when she repeated her mantra, the way her nipples stiffened immediately when she thought of Travis. She was troubled to find that remembering how she’d exposed herself in the circle of light on the dance floor also excited her. She tried to comfort herself with the thought that this was just something she had to work through and in a little while she would be done with it.
She had just time to hide her purchases before the children came home. In the morning, she helped them pack. By ten o’clock Brian was backing out of the driveway. Sara and Billy were waving to her. She waved back, then ran inside and threw herself down on the couch where she sobbed uncontrollably for half an hour.
Determined to shut her husband and children out of her mind, she spent the afternoon having her nails done and a pedicure, fingers and toes bright red. She also had her hair styled. These were things that she’d never even considered in the past.
Shortly after she arrived home the phone rang. With a sinking heart, fearing Brian had changed his plans and was returning, she picked it up.
“You got the stuff I told you to buy?” It was Travis.
She had trouble finding her voice, “Yes...I did. I bought them yesterday.”
“Like I said, wear that stuff tonight and bring the other stuff to wear tomorrow at the interview.”
“I don’t understand. What interview.”
“You got to have a private talk with the Captain tomorrow. Didn’t you hear them say it at Jimmy’s?”
“I...I guess so. I must have forgotten. Who is the Captain and why….”
He cut her off, “The Captain is the boss He’s like the Mayor of Riverton. He runs it. Police…. everything. If the Captain don’t approve, you get sent home and are told don’t ever come back.”
“But that doesn’t seem…”
Again he interrupted, his voice angry, “Don’t be givin me no shit. Just do what you’re fuckin told, you got it?”
“I’m sorry honey.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
She realized that she’d been hoping he’d ask that. “Oh, yes, honey. I want you to fuck me. I want your cock. It’s like you said on the night you were here. I think about it all the time. I…I...think about how you took me.”
“What you gonna do first?”
“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...”
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