It took a long time to scrub off the lipstick marks around her mouth. The astringent was strong and burned. After her shower, she returned to the shabby room. Silvie had placed the red skirt and blouse and shoes on the bed beside Maureen’s make up kit. There was also the tube of KY and the next largest anal plug.
Inserting the plug was both awkward and painful. But thinking of why she was doing it…imagining Travis taking her there brought a flush to her face and she felt her pussy moisten.
After applying her makeup and dressing once more in the red skirt, blouse, and spike heels, she looked in the mirror and was pleased to see that last night’s abuse and lack of sleep hadn’t affected her appearance. If Travis wanted her to look hot for her interview with the Captain, she did. The outline of her bare breasts was visible through the shear blouse. Her bare legs and skintight skirt made it obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties.
She sat on the bed waiting for Silvie to return. She tried not to think of her children but found herself imagining what they might be doing at this time. They were at the campsite. Brian was no doubt scrambling eggs for them on the grill. Sara and Billy were probably getting dressed and deciding whether they wanted to fish or go on a hike. She longed to be with them, to gather them to her for hugs, to see that Sara’s hair was brushed and Billy’s shoes were tied.
She looked again in the mirror and quickly turned away. It was a sparkling summer morning and she was dressed like a slut. She was sitting on the edge of a filthy bed in a black slum waiting to be summoned by someone she had never seen, a person called The Captain. In just a few days she had gone from being a good wife and devoted mother to...to...what? She’d become the personal whore of a vicious and arrogant black man. No one had forced her. She’d spent the family Christmas fund for these clothes. She’d phoned Travis. She came here on her own.
Last night, as Silvie had reminded her, she was offered the chance to leave or to become Travis’s woman. She made the choice freely. How could she have done that? How could she have wanted to belong to him? And knowing that belonging to him meant her body was no longer her own. It would be used, not only by Travis but by anyone he chose to give her to, or rent her to. She had agreed to become a black man’s whore.
Silvie said that Travis was sending her home tonight. Perhaps when she was back in her house with her children in her arms, she would come to her senses? Maybe she could persuade Travis that it would be in his best interest to cancel their agreement? Maybe she could simply never return here and, if he bothered her, she could alert the police? Then she remembered Travis had the photographs and the tapes. Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
She heard Silvie on the stairs and quickly wiped her face. Silvie came in and shook her head in approval. “You lookin a hellava lot better than you did. I spect the Captain gonna like what he sees.”
“Silvie, I know this Captain is powerful down here. He’s like the mayor or something, but why does he want to see me? Why must I go on this interview you and Travis keep talking about?”
“The Captain is Dexter Wells. You know who that is?”
“The name sounds familiar, but I don’t know.”
“Fifteen years ago Dexter Wells was the best damn linebacker the NFL ever had. He woulda been in the Football Hall of Fame if he hadn’t got into some trouble at the end of his playin days.”
“I vaguely remember my father talking about him. But why….”
Silvie interrupted her, “Dex, is the Captain. He runs things here: gamblin, drugs, prostitution, politics all that shit. He also has businesses uptown. He knows lots of important folks: politicians, entertainers, big money men. He’s the richest black man I know. You is Travis new whore. Travis is Dexter Wells’ long time whore. We all is. He one damn good lookin super stud. Smooth talkin, very slick, but he can be a mean motherfucker! You don’t want to get on his bad side less you like floatin down the river head first with nothing but your ass lookin up at the moon.”
Maureen turned away for a moment, then looked back, “Silvie, I don’t want this. I don’t belong here. I want my husband and my kids. This is crazy. It’s a life I can’t possibly…”
Silvie stepped forward and slapped the younger woman hard across the cheek. Maureen cried out and fell back on the bed. Silvie stood over her, “I’m tellin you once more only because I like the way you eat pussy. No one gives a fuck what you want. You’re in this now. You gotta do what the fuck you’re told.”
Slowly Maureen sat up. “ I know, it’s just that…Sara and Billy and…”
Silvie cut her off. “Get up. Travis is in the kitchen. He wants you to stop by before goin to the Captain.” She tilted Maureen’s head and grinned at her. “Seein your black lover gonna make you forget them kids. Always has. Ain’t that right?”
Maureen thought she’d be sent directly to the Captain. That Travis wanted to see her was a welcome surprise. She remembered for a moment his mouth on hers, his huge cock inside her. “Yes, you’re right. Travis makes me forget. I wish with all my heart it weren’t true, but he even makes me forget my kids when I’m with him.”
He was sitting at the kitchen table. She drew in her breath when she noticed her sister’s photograph propped up in front of him. He slid his chair away from the table and leaned back to stare at her. She stood before him twisting her hands nervously. Feeling her nipples stiffen and the familiar sinking in her stomach, she bowed her head. “My God,’ she thought, ‘I only met him two weeks ago and wanted to make him leave my house. He’s ugly, and fat, and mean. He despises me.’ “You lookin good this morning,” he said.
The compliment startled her. She looked up feeling her cheeks flush. For a moment she couldn’t find her voice. “Thank you,” she said, and lowered her eyes. Just standing there in his presence made her breath come faster. She repeated softly, “Thank you.”
None of this was lost on him. “You sleep good last night?”
She raised her eyes to look at him. It seemed as if his question had been sincere. “No, I couldn’t sleep. The room was filthy and the bed.” She paused, “There was noise. And…and I was thinking about my kids.”
“I bet you was wishin I’d come in that room and fuck you. I bet that’s what was keepin you awake?”
She looked down at the floor again, “Yes, it’s true. I was hoping that you would want me.” She paused, “All night I was hoping.”
“What if I told you to get on your knees right now and suck my dick?”
She glanced up to see if he was kidding. She wasn’t sure. “I would.” She said.
“What if I wanted you to spread my ass cheeks and lick my hole?”
She knew Silvie was standing in the doorway. She nodded slightly.
“Speak up, damn you,” Travis shouted.
Her face was crimson, “Yes...yes, I’d do it. You know, even…even if I didn’t want to I couldn’t…couldn’t say no.” She wrung her hands, nervously twisting her wedding band, “I don’t understand it…don’t…”
He gestured to her. Come over here. Stand between my legs. When she was close to him, he placed his hands on the back of her thighs and slowly moved them up to her ass. She closed her eyes. Her legs trembled. He slid one finger along the crack of her pussy. She groaned and pushed her pelvis forward. Travis called out to Silvie, “My little white whore is drippin wet!”
“That don’t surprise me,” Silvie laughed. “With a little trainin Mrs. O’Donnel be ready to fuck and suck all night long.”
Travis continued to fondle her ass, “Is Silvie right? You think you soon be bringin me a wad of hundred dollar bills every mornin?”
His big calloused hands were kneading her ass cheeks. She swallowed, trying not to process what he’d said, “I…I…don’t,” she began.
His hand felt the base of the anal plug. He twisted it, then shoved it in hard. She cried out in pain. He twisted it again, “You’re my whore ain’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped, “I’m your whore.”
“What do whores do
at night?”
“They…they give themselves to…to men for money.”
“Then what?”
“They take it…take the money to their…to the man they work for…the man who owns them.”
Travis nodded, “That’s right. And if their man is in a right mood, he gives them some back so they can buy sexy clothes and stay lookin good.” He winked at Silvie, “So tell me, Mrs. O’Donnel, is you gonna spend your nights fuckin and suckin so as to keep your main man in spendin money?” He cupped her pussy in one big hand and squeezed.
She groaned again, “Yes…yes, honey, I’ll fuck and suck. I’ll bring you everything I make.”
“You gonna do white men or black men or both.”
She looked directly at him, “Black men,” she said solemnly. “I’ll give myself to black men; only to black men.”
“Just black cocks in your mouth and in your cunt, and later in your ass?”
“Yes, honey, only black men will use me. I’ll take only black cocks in me.”
“Not even fuck your husband?”
“No, not even my husband.”
“Why’s that?”
Still looking into his mocking eyes she said, “I’m your woman. I belong to you now.”
He tapped the anal plug with a long fingernail. “Why you got this thing in your ass?”
She bowed her head, “I want to make it bigger, to widen myself so that…so that you can take me there.” She saw him frown. “So that you can fuck me there,” she said. “So that the men you send me to can fuck me there.”
“You want my big cock in your little white ass? You want other black cocks in your ass?”
“Yes, I want your cock. Want it in my ass.” She hesitated then said softly, “Others, too.”
He grabbed her arms and pulled her down so that she was kneeling between his parted legs. “You been sayin all the right things so I’ll give you a little treat.” She heard Silvie’s loud laugh behind her. “You can take it out,” Travis said.
Quickly she unzipped his fly and, reaching inside the opening with both hands, pulled his incredibly long thick cock out. Once more the size and weight of it astonished and frightened her. “Jus look at it for a couple minutes,” he said. “Look at it hard.” His body was very black but his cock was an even deeper black. Thick veins twisted along its length. The enormous cockhead was, as she remembered, covered with a thin almost transparent skin which bunched up at the end. She wanted to hold it against her cheek. She wanted to press her lips to the rope-like veins and feel the blood coursing through them. She felt his cock begin to swell in her hand. Her nipples jutted out and her breathing came faster.
“Tell me,” Travis said.
Not taking her eyes from his cock she answered, “I worship your cock.” She repeated, “Yes...yes, on my knees, I worship your black cock.”
He studied her for a moment, “Yeah, I think maybe you do.” He leaned forward, “Now, skin it back just a little and kiss it real soft right on the tip. If you do it like you love it, I’ll let you tongue my pee hole.”
She looked up at him and licked her lips to make them glisten, “Thank you, honey,” she whispered. Then, holding his massive cock in both hands, she gently pulled the skin back to expose the cockhead. It was smooth as black satin. Slowly she lowered her head and very softly pressed her lips to it. A warmth that she’d never felt before flowed through her body. She wanted to keep her lips on his cock longer, but he grunted indicating she should look up. Her moist red lips were parted and her bright blue eyes were misty. Even Travis was slightly startled by her beauty and the softness in her eyes.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he said, “you can tongue my pee hole.”
She licked her lips again, “Thank you, honey,” she said. Still holding his massive cock with both hands she reverently lowered her head to it. She placed her parted lips over the tip of his black cock and felt with her tongue the long slit of his hole. Gently, she pushed her tongue into it. The musky scent of last night’s sex with Silvie was strong. As she breathed it in, she found herself desperately wishing he would allow her to suck him. She felt maybe she could take the whole terrible length of it. She longed to feel it filling her mouth, feel the bulbous head pressing against the back of her throat, choking her. Sensing her desire, he pulled his cock away from her and stuffed it back in his pants. “Zip me up,” he said. She looked at him pleading with her eyes. “Zip me up,” he repeated.
Silvie crossed the room to stand beside them. After Maureen had closed his fly, she continued to kneel between his legs, her eyes lowered. Travis sat back in his chair. “Show me your cunt,” he ordered.
Quickly Maureen lifted her skirt and spread the outer lips of her vagina. Travis nodded, “Jus like I thought.” He turned to Silvie, “ Bitch is wetter than before.”
Silvie chuckled, “Looks to me like you got yourself a little honky slave.”
Travis smiled, “I think you might be right. She give up her husband and her two kids to be my woman.” He leaned forward, “Ain’t that true, Mrs. O’Donnel?”
Not looking at him Maureen began, “I…I…don’t….I can’t…I mean my children….”
Travis took her face between his two huge hands and pulled her up and forward. Fiercely, he pressed his open mouth over hers and slid his thick tongue between her lips. He held her there. She groaned and sucked his tongue. When he let go, she collapsed on the floor, burying her face in her arms and whimpering softly. Travis winked at Silvie and nudged Maureen with his shoe. “You’ll do anything for me won’t you, babe?”
She struggled to get her breath, “Yes, you know I will,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything.”
Travis gestured to Silvie indicating she should stand next to Maureen’s head.
She was wearing open-toed sandals with a spike heel. “Look up,” he said to Maureen. “Who’s this standin here?”
“Silvie.”
“You wanted me to fuck you last night, but I fucked Silvie instead. How’d that go down with you?”
“I…I…was disappointed and…and...angry.”
“Did you think some bad thoughts about old Silvie? Curse her, maybe?”
“I guess I did.”
“You sorry now about them thoughts and curse words?”
Maureen, not looking at Silvie, nodded, “Yes, I’m sorry.”
“Show her you’re sorry.”
Maureen frowned, “How…how can I show her?”
“Kiss her feet.”
Maureen glanced down at Silvie’s bare toes. Her long toenails were painted purple. Maureen looked back at Travis, “Please don’t….” she began.
“I’m tellin you,” Travis said. After a moment, Maureen bent down over Silvie’s bare foot and touched her lips to the black woman’s toes. “Both feet,” Travis ordered. “And stay there till I tell you to move.” Maureen felt the tears spill down her cheeks as she pressed her mouth to Silvie’s other foot.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Silvie said, “married white woman down on the floor kissin my toes when she should be given her little kids their breakfast.” They watched her kneeling over Silvie’s feet. Silvie’s nipples had hardened.
Travis played with them. “You know,” he said, “Mrs. O’Donnel’s really white. Yeah, smooth white skin. I like that, the whiter the better. Shows up good next to black cocks and black feet.” Both of them chuckled. “I ain’t gonna let her get a tan, gonna keep her nice and white.”
“That’s good,” Silvie said. “She just so damn small, is all. I know the brothers gonna want her but I’m not so sure she be able to go all night.” She tapped Maureen’s head, “You can stop now.”
Travis looked at his watch. “It’s later than I thought. The Captain will be expectin her.” He nudged Maureen with his shoe, “Get up. Fix your face. Robert be here any minute to take you to the Captain.” She rose still frowning. She was anxious to brush her teeth to get the taste out of her mouth. Without saying anything, she hur
ried off to the bathroom.
In a few minutes she was back. Travis looked at her carefully. “Yeah, you got a sweet mouth and that’s the right color lipstick, bright red.” He nodded. “I think the Captain be pleased. But you gotta do what he say, understand?”
Maureen glanced at the photograph of her sister which was still on the kitchen table. Travis noticed. “That’s right. You gonna give this to the Captain. He probably ask some stuff about her. You answer with the truth, you hear what I’m sayin?” He held out the photo to her.
She took it. “Yes, I’ll do what you want.”
His smile and his eyes mocked her, “Yeah, we both know that now, don’t we. We both know for sure from now on you gonna do whatever I say.”
She bowed her head, “Yes, we both know,” she said softly.
“Well, you do good with the Captain, maybe I give you what you want before sendin you home. What is it you want?”
She looked up, “Please, honey,” she took a step toward him, “Please fuck me tonight before you send me home.” She looked down at the floor then back at him. “I want you so much.”
“We’ll see,” he said. They heard a car horn outside. “Give your little sister to the Captain,” he said waving her toward the door.
He’d put words to what she’d been afraid to think these past days. She remembered Travis asking her about Eileen as soon as he’d seen her photograph. He’d also wanted to know about her family. She’d told him that Eileen was probably a virgin. When he questioned her about her mother and father, she revealed that her mother was dead and that her father had a bad heart condition. Later, she was puzzled by his interest in these things. When he insisted she bring Eileen’s photograph with her this time, she knew, but refused to admit, what they wanted. Now, she felt sick in her stomach. She couldn’t do what they were going to ask. Whatever they wanted from her, she would manage, but not Eileen. There was no way she’d give them Eileen.
She started to enter the front door of the cab, but Robert jerked his thumb indicating she was to sit in the back. They drove out of the slum and into the city which, on a Sunday morning, was deserted. He stopped in front of an impressive building on 21st Street. He’d not spoken during the trip. Now, he turned to her, “It’s on the twelfth floor; Dex Incorporated. Just take the elevator. Tell the secretary that you’re Travis’ new woman.”
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