Contrasts

by Charles Arnold

  The old black man began to fuck her slowly and rhythmically. At the end of each stroke, he pulled her ass back and pushed his cock in deeper, making a grunting sound when his ball sack slapped against her ass. His long cock was hard, but not rigid so that it brushed against her swollen clitoris with each stroke. She had begun to make little whimpering sounds. After two minutes, she cried out and almost collapsed as she had a powerful orgasm. Elijah pulled her ass back against him and kept his cock buried in her.

  When she had gained control of herself, he began once more to fuck her slowly. Her secretions coated his cock. Soon she felt another orgasm begin to build. He increased the rhythm of his thrusts and slapped her ass hard. Her whimpering had become harsh grunts, much like his, “Uhh, uh, ug, uh, uh.” When he sensed she was about to cum again, he sunk his cock into her as far as it would go and held her still. She wiggled her ass and tried to move back and forth but he wouldn’t let her.

  “Please,” she rasped, “please fuck me...oh please.”

  When he was sure she wasn’t about to cum, he would begin to fuck her until he brought her to the edge, and then he’d stop thrusting. He fucked her this way for ten minutes.

  “Please let me cum....please I need to cum....please,” she begged.

  He quickened his pace, digging his fingernails into her ass cheeks, and pounding her hard. She screamed as her orgasm wracked her body and his orgasm exploded inside her. He fell back against the couch while she collapsed on the floor her trembling body soaked with sweat. She lay there sobbing quietly for several minutes.

  Finally, she rolled over and looked up at Watts who sat nearby in one of the leather chairs. He smiled down at her, “Well, Mrs. Gardner, two major orgasms in less than fifteen minutes. I’m guessing that you’re thinking maybe being a bitch for blacks might not be so terrible after all.” She didn’t say anything. “I think you should thank your lover by cleaning his cock with your mouth and helping him to dress.”

  Elijah was sitting on the couch naked, his long scarred cock hanging down between his parted legs. Ann crawled to him. His cock was wet with her pussy juice and his own watery cum. She lifted it to her lips and licked it clean. The taste of her juice and his cum was not repugnant. She breathed in his pungent scent. Then she helped him button his shirt and pull on his coveralls. She got to her knees again as he picked up his shoes and socks and started toward the elevator. “Thank you Mr. Watts,” he said, grinning. “She sure as shit is one hot white bitch. Maybe she do me again sometime?”

  “That’s always a possibility, Elijah.” The old man grinned and grabbed his crotch as the elevator door closed. Watt’s turned toward Ann, “Take the position,” he said. Ann, still on her knees, placed her hands behind her neck and arched her back. Watt’s studied her. “I think the old man is right. You are an easily aroused white bitch who, in time, is going to discover things about herself she never imagined. I expect you’ve discovered a few already isn’t that so?”

  Ann looked up at him and nodded, “Yes.”

  “What exactly have you learned?”

  She thought for a moment, “I’m not sure, but I had never experienced orgasms...I had no idea how they.....how they...I mean the feeling...the excitement. When they happen I feel as if I’m not who I am. I’m consumed by this incredible feeling like thunder and fire and lightning.”

  “Why do you suppose you orgasmed twice in just a few minutes? What about that disgusting old half retarded black man excited you?”

  She managed a weak smile, “Contrasts,” she said.

  He chuckled and crossed to pull her to her feet. “Right you are, Mrs. Gardner, right you are.” He led her to the hallway and pointed to a door on the left. “The bathroom. Wash and apply your makeup. I’ll let Paul know you’ll be down in a few minutes.”

  When she reappeared, he smiled at her, “You look rather stunning,” he said. “There’s a sparkle in your eyes.” She felt herself blushing. He rang for the elevator. “Tomorrow you are to ask that Darnell be readmitted to your class. He will phone you tonight with instructions. Keep in mind that he is one of your Masters. You must obey him.”

  She frowned, “Please, Mister Watts, anyone but...but that boy. He’s nothing but...but a self-important little....little....bully...a thug.”

  “And you feel superior to him?”

  “Of course. How could I not?”

  “Don’t you think many of the slaves felt and actually were superior to their masters?”

  “Yes, certainly.”

  “But they had to obey, right?” Reluctantly Ann nodded. The elevator door slid open. “Also remember, Mrs. Gardner, contrasts. Between you and Darnell there’s a vast number of dramatic contrasts.” The door closed.

  In the basement garage Paul opened the car door for her. She sat in the back and closed her eyes. “He sent me photographs,” Paul said. “On my cell phone, photographs of you and....and an old ugly black guy.” Ann didn’t answer him. At home she showered and took a long nap.

  Journal Entry

  It was terrible last night knowing my Ann was in our bedroom naked with that punk kid, Darnell. And then kissing him in front of me but this afternoon was even worse. After driving her to church and waiting for her, I had to take her to Rona’s apartment. I’m required to wear the damn chauffeur’s uniform. I can see that Ann has begun to despise me. Rona’s apartment is luxurious. She’s only eighteen but there’s something about her that excites me and makes me want to win her approval no matter how badly she treats me. Why is that? I get a hard on when I remember kissing her toes....her black toes. They made me stay in the bathroom while Ann had to give some big handsome black football player a blow job. I was there a long time. It seems Rona was instructing Ann on how to do it.

  Afterwards, I was told to drive Ann to Watts’ place which was only a few blocks away. He lives in a penthouse that must have cost ten million. I had to stay in the car in the basement garage. But after awhile my iPhone buzzed. There was a photograph of my Ann on her knees sucking the deformed cock of an old black guy who looked retarded. Another picture came through of him fucking her doggie style and then a third of her face. She was having an orgasm as the black guy fucked her. I kept switching back and forth between the photographs as I jerked off. I’m terribly ashamed to admit it, but seeing her that way makes my cock so hard it hurts. Tomorrow she has to go back to her classroom and get Darnell admitted. I’m sure the little skinny bastard will put her through hell. I’m so terribly sorry.....or am I?

  Paul slept in the spare bedroom. It appeared that’s where he was to sleep from now until the ninety days were up. At seven in the morning, Ann’s special phone rang. It was Darnell. “You gettin ready for school?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, honey, I’m getting ready.”

  “You remember what I told you to wear?”

  “A button up cardigan, a short skirt, and heels, high heels.”

  “Nothin underneath, no bra, no panties.”

  “That’s right.” There was a pause. She realized he was waiting. “I mean nothing underneath, honey.”

  “Naked under your sweater and skirt, naked for me?”

  “Yes,” she felt the familiar tingle flow from her stomach to her crotch, “Yes, Darnell honey, naked for you.”

  “Yeah, that’s the way I want you always to be for me, naked under your clothes and lookin hot...lookin hot for Darnell, right?”

  “I will...honey....I’ll try to...to...look hot for you.” She closed her eyes and envisioned this short skinny black boy with the baggy pants and gold tooth, this arrogant little thug who smelled bad.

  “Do more than fuckin try; you know what I’m sayin?”

  She heard the anger in his voice, “I will, honey, and I promise I’ll look the way you want me to. I want to...to...please you.”

  “Mr. Watts say you can put a tape, a band aid, over the tattoo on your ankle and to take off the bracelet when you’re at the school. He don’t wa
nt you gettin fired.”

  “Thank you. I was worried about that.”

  “You get me back in your classroom and give me a seat in front of your desk.”

  “Yes, honey, I will.”

  “And you let them dumb fucks in class know you got the hots for me and you do what I say.”

  “Yes, I’ll try to let them see I’m...I’m fond of you and I’ll do what you tell me to do only....”

  “Only what?”

  “Please don’t tell me to do something that will cause me to lose my job.”

  “You making fucking rules?”

  “No, no, honey, it’s just that...”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know. Watts told me. He wants you and me in the fucking classroom for awhile. But after class you’re my bitch.”

  She wanted to throw the phone across the room. She was older, highly educated, cultured, a devoted Catholic. She was wealthy and beautiful and white. She was his teacher for God’s sake! He was waiting for her response, “Yes, honey, after class I’m your bitch.”

  “And what do that mean, bein my bitch?”

  “It means I belong to you. I do what you say. I...I’m your woman.”

  “You been thinkin about what we done? You been thinkin about my cock?”

  “Yes, I have. I’ve been thinking about both...about what we did and about your...your cock.” She had to confess to herself that what she’d just said was the truth. She had tried to dismiss Darnell from her thoughts, but somehow her mind kept going back to the day he first appeared in her classroom and then to the night she led him to her bedroom. In fact for the past few days she had thought of little else.

  “That’s good,” he said. “I been wantin a white woman for a long time and a white woman who is my fuckin teacher is even better.” He paused, “I’m gonna make you do things.”

  “I know.” She heard the click as he hung up.

  “Contrasts,” she said aloud to herself.

  She dressed as he’d instructed; a short black pleated skirt, black pumps with the four inch heel, and a cotton form fitting spandex cardigan, no bra, no panties. She removed the ankle bracelet and put it in her purse. She also hid the ankle tattoo with a piece of adhesive tape. She was getting better at doing her makeup. When teaching she’d never put on anything except pink lipstick. She applied a light mascara and bright red lipstick which she coated with gloss.

  As she was finishing her toast and coffee Paul sheepishly came into the kitchen. “Is there anything I can do?” he asked. He stared at her. She could see that he knew she was naked under her sweater and skirt.

  “Don’t you think you’ve done enough,” she said. He reached out to her, but she turned away and started toward the door. “I’m taking my own car. I don’t know when I’ll be home. Darnell is calling the shots.” She slammed the door and hurried out to the BMW.

  Her principal was shocked when she requested that he put Darnell back in her class. She said that perhaps she had exaggerated the boy’s behavior moreover that she felt she would be able to convince him to take his education more seriously. Her request was quickly granted because the principal knew whatever teacher got stuck with Darnell would complain. As before, Darnell was scheduled for her last class of the day.

  All during the day students were surprised at her appearance. A few didn’t even recognize her at first. The consensus was that Mrs. Gardner is “hot”. Several boys whistled and others made suggestive comments. She felt half naked and was having trouble walking in the stiletto heels.

  As the last class of the day started filing in, she felt her heart racing. Shawana was about to take her seat in front of Ann’s desk. Ann quickly grabbed her arm, “Ah, Shawana, there’s a new student coming who has trouble seeing. I’ve been asked to sit him in the front.” Shawana began to protest, but Ann led her to an empty seat in the back of the room. As she went back up the aisle she heard Shawana saying to the girl next to her, “What’s with Mrs. Gardner. She not only got herself lookin like a high class ho, she bossy as hell.”

  Just before the late bell rang Darnell appeared in the doorway. The students turned to look at him. “See what the cat drug in,” Shawana said. He was wearing shorts that reached to his knees, worn sneakers, a Yankees cap turned backwards, and a dirty tee shirt that said “Once you go black”. He leaned against the door frame picking his teeth with a matchstick. With his other hand he rubbed his crotch. He stared steadily at Ann whose face had reddened. He was waiting.

  “Oh, uh, Darnell,” she said, “please come in. Welcome back.”

  The students looked puzzled. “What the fuck,” Shawana said. Darnell slouched up the aisle and took the empty desk in the front of the room. Shawana stood up, her eyes flashing angrily, “You sayin this skinny perv gonna take my seat cause he can’t see good?”

  Ann was obviously flustered, “The nurse...the school nurse examined him and asked me to seat him up front because of some eye related problem.”

  “Yeah, he gonna be lookin up your dress, is all.”

  Continuing to stare at Ann, Darnell grinned, “Maybe she like that,” he said. Ann remembered him in her bed naked on top of her his long black cock buried deep inside her. She felt her nipples harden and the sinking feeling in her stomach. She hurried around behind her desk and pretended to search for something in one of the drawers. The special phone in her purse buzzed. Her back to the class, she opened it and read the text message, “You hot for me?” She turned back to the class, her face scarlet. Looking at Darnell, she nodded. She watched him text quickly without even looking at the keys, “Show it, bitch.”

  She told the class to write out answers to the questions at the end of the last chapter they had read. “I need to get a book for Darnell and show him what he’s missed,” she said. She took a book from an open box in the corner and crossed to Darnell’s desk. He mouthed the word “tit”. She leaned over him brushing her breast against his shoulder. Opening the book she had trouble finding her voice, “This....this is where we’re at, chapter seven,” she said. Looking down, she saw that his hand was on his crotch squeezing his cock.

  Her stiff nipples were obvious under the tight sweater. He stared at them and licked his lips, “You think I can handle that?” he asked

  “Uh...ah...yes, I...I’m sure you can,” she said.

  “Yeah, I want to,” he said loud enough for the class to here. “I want to real bad.”

  She tried to fake a laugh, “Well wanting to is half the battle.” She was about to return to her desk, but he shook his head. She stood beside him. Most of the students were busy writing answers to the questions she had assigned, but those closest to Darnell were focused on their teacher and the local bad boy. Darnell jerked his head indicating that she was to move closer. She did while pretending to look out over the classroom. She stifled a little cry as she felt his fingertips trail along her bare leg. She knew her pussy was moist. The two boys closest to them saw what Darnell was doing. Their eyes widened and they grinned at each other. When Ann returned to her desk one of them leaned over toward Darnell, “Hey, Darnell, you de man!”

  Later in the period she was telling them about the hardships the slaves had to endure and how cruel the slave owners were. She related some of the stories Watts had told her. “The slaves had no recourse,” she said. “They were treated as property and after a time many of them began to think of themselves that way. The slave owners could do whatever they wanted with their slaves.”

  Nina, a quiet Mexican girl raised her hand, “Did the slave women have to...to...you know, do it with the owners.”

  “Yes, sad to say, that often happened.”

  “What about the married slave women? They have to give it up to the white boss too?” Shawana wanted to know.

  “Yes, they did.”

  “And their husbands can’t do nothin?”

  “That’s right. If they tried, they would be beaten to death or hanged.”

  Darnell turned in his seat to face the group. “Should be a payback time.
Should make whites do like the slaves done.” He looked at Ann, “Ain’t that so?”

  She glanced at the clock hoping the last bell would ring. “Well, there’s an old saying that two wrongs don’t make a right.” He narrowed his eyes and frowned. “But,” she added quickly, “you have a point, Darnell. There’s another old saying experience is the best teacher. Unless you’ve experienced something like the slaves experienced you won’t know what it was like.”

  Darnell held up the textbook, “Readin about it don’t cut it.”

  “No, it might give you some small idea of it, but can’t duplicate the experience.”

  He grinned up at her, “Since you teachin about the black slaves and all, maybe it be good if you had a taste of it. What you think?”

  She felt the whole class staring at her. She sensed they had become aware of something going on between herself and Darnell. His question was personal. “I...I’m not...I mean I don’t think you have to have gone into space in order to imagine what an astronaut feels like.”

  “But you just said readin about it don’t cut it,” Darnell argued.

  “Well, yes. But personally I don’t.....I don’t...”

  He cut her off, “If you was my slave I’d have you doin all kinds of crazy shit!”

  “Hey Darnell,” Shawna yelled, “that’s enough!”

  Darnell stood up facing Ann, “How about it, Mrs. Gardner, how you like to be Darnell’s slave?”

  Luckily the bell rang. The students were slow to leave hoping for some response from their teacher. She had retreated behind her desk and had begun to vigorously clean the blackboard. After the last student left, Darnell closed the classroom door.

  Ann stood facing the blackboard, her face in her hands tears streaking her cheeks. Darnell came up behind her and put his hands around her waist and pressed his crotch against her ass. She could feel his hard cock and his breath on her neck. “I askin the question again,” he whispered in her ear, “you like to be Darnell’s slave?”