These imaginings, too, both frightened and brought her to a state of excitement she had never experienced before. She now fully understood and accepted the fact that she belonged to Travis. Her marriage to Brian was over. Although she tried not to think of it, she also knew that she might eventually lose her children completely. Much as she might want to return to her former life, there was no going back, not now. She touched her hard nipples and felt a shiver go through her body. She knew her pussy was dripping wet.
On Friday afternoon the phone rang at 2:00. Her mouth went dry and her heart beat faster. She sat down at the kitchen table to answer it. Travis voice had an edge to it. “What you got to say to me?”
“I’m your white woman. I belong to you. I worship your black cock.”
“I want you to be the prettiest bitch in that room tonight. You understand?’
“I’ll try Travis, honey. I bought a new dress. It’s very thin and fits tight. I won’t wear anything under it. I bought new shoes and had my nails and hair done. I’m going to look good for you, honey. You’ll be proud of me. I’ll try my best to make you want me.”
“Do your mouth bright red. Use some of that oil. Rub your body with oil and perfume. All night you’re to keep your lips parted, you know what I mean. And under the table keep your legs spread in case I want to finger your cunt.”
Just the sound of his voice made her hot. “Yes, honey. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“You been puttin the big plug in your ass?”
“Yes. I started on Wednesday. I…I ...think I’ll be open enough for you.” She paused, her breath coming fast. “I want you, honey. I want to feel your beautiful big cock in my ass.”
“Well, if you do everything right without no bitchin you’re gonna get my dick and a lot of others up your ass, in your mouth, and fuckin your cunt. The Captain thinks you’re a good lookin whore for blacks and says you’re only gonna do rich black dudes. He says there’ll be a three way split on the money you bring in.”
“But I belong to you, Travis? I’m your woman, aren’t I?”
He softened his tone, “Yeah, babe, you’re my woman long as you bring me a fat roll of greens every week.”
“I will. I promise. I…I...I’ll do the men who pay for me….I’ll do them good. They’ll want to come back. I’ll earn money for you and make you proud.”
“You bringin your sister tonight, right?”
“She agreed to come, but I’m afraid for her. She’s so trusting. So innocent. Dex, I mean, Mr. Wells won’t… show her the video tapes of me, threaten her, hurt her?”
“How fuckin dumb are you?” He sounded angry now. “You think he’s gone to all this fuckin trouble just to look at her across a table and then pay the check and send her home in a cab?” Maureen’s heart sank. My God! Eileen was her little sister! For just a moment she considered hanging up the phone. Travis was speaking. “There’s a room waitin for us, a suite of rooms in the best hotel in town. Just you and me. I got a big black cock that can stay hard all night. I got a big load of hot cum for you. Maybe a couple loads; one for your mouth one for your ass. It’s what you need. We all know that. It’s like Silvie said, you’re hooked. Admit it.”
She closed her eyes nodding sadly, “Yes,” she said, “It’s what I need. You’re what I need, Travis. You’re right, we all know that now. I’ll bring Eileen for the Captain.”
“Good. Robert will pick you up at your house around seven thirty. Then he’ll stop for your sister. Both of you better be ready, and you better be lookin real fuckin good.”
“I will Travis. You’ll be proud of me.” She paused feeling a flush come to her face and spread through her body. “Just hearing your voice makes me hot. You do that to me, Travis. Just thinking about you makes me hot and wet. I’m hot and wet now.”
“Yeah, I can tell and that’s good. One more thing. I want you to make up a little speech about worshipin my dick; about what you gave up to be my woman, you know?”
She thought for a moment of all that she was ready to sacrifice and suddenly it seemed like too much. She couldn’t speak.
“I can’t fuckin hear you,” Travis was becoming angry.
“Yes, honey,” she said, “I’ll do that…make up a speech. I’ll do whatever….” Before she could finish, the phone clicked and he was gone.
Brian had taken the children to his mother’s again. A little after seven, Maureen stood before her mirror. The black dress clung to her body. It was obvious she had nothing on under it. Her pale skin was coated with a sheen of oil. The black pumps, although new, felt comfortable. Their high heels accentuated her small ankles and the curve of her calf muscles. Her bare legs contrasted sharply with the black shoes and skirt. She had applied her make-up meticulously. Just as Travis had ordered, her full lips were a bright red. The gloss caught the light and caused them to look wet and glisten. Her bright blue eyes were alive with excitement. When she moved in the tight dress, it appeared almost as if she were naked. She felt confident she would be the prettiest woman in the place tonight. She was sure Travis would be pleased.
Promptly at seven thirty Robert’s cab pulled into the driveway. She grabbed her purse and hurried out to it. He motioned for her to get into the back seat. The night was warm and humid. Before they started, Robert flicked on the overhead light and turned to look at her. His face was unexpressive, his gaze direct. She felt the color rise to her cheeks. “Spread,” he said.
She parted her legs. “Show me,” he ordered. She pulled her dress back over her thighs and spread her legs wider. “What are you showin me? Say the words.”
“My cunt, Robert. I’m showing you my cunt.”
“You like showin me your cunt?”
“Yes, Robert, I like showing you my cunt.”
“Yeah, your juicy white cunt belongs to the black man now, don’t it?”
She closed her eyes to avoid his, “Yes, Robert,” she said, “my…my cunt belongs to the black man.” She opened her eyes, the excitement was gone from them, replaced by resignation and something sad. “I belong to the black man now.” She closed her legs and tugged her dress down.
She saw in his mocking smile that he felt superior, that he knew she could no longer resist, that she had surrendered herself to them. “You got to remember that when you in the company of a black man, any black man, you keep your legs spread. You let him know that’s how you supposed to do and you spreadin for his pleasure.” He waited for her response.
She parted her legs again. “I’m sorry Robert. There’s much I need to learn.”
“Yeah, and how you let the black man know you always ready to suck his cock?”
“I keep my lips parted.”
“That’s right.” He turned around and started the car. Glancing at her occasionally in the rear view mirror, he continued to torment her, “How many times you suck my cock, Mrs. O’Donnel?”
“Twice, Robert. I did it twice.”
“You like it? Did you like takin my black dick in your pretty mouth? Like the way it feel?”
Maureen remembered how long and thin and smooth his cock was, “Yes, Robert, I liked it. I liked how it felt.”
“Yeah, it was nice seeing your pretty white fact down there and your red lips slidin up and down my stiff prick. I liked the way you tongued the tip and licked around the rim. Who taught you that? You do that way for your husband?”
“No one taught me and I never did that for my husband.”
“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?�
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“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.
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