“Just wonderin if you is still my bitch.”
“Darnell?”
“You ever been anyone else’s bitch?” His voice was deeper, but still laced with the old arrogance.
“No. no...I haven’t. How did you...”
“It’s been in all the fuckin papers. Your dumbass football hero husband and all.”
“Well, Darnell,” she began
Again he interrupted. “No words of affection?”
She felt the tingling sensation in her stomach. “No. That was over a long time ago.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Your famous husband givin a speech down in San Salvador tonight?”
“How did you know?”
“I read the fuckin papers.” There was a pause, “So how about you and me havin a drink at my bar, just for old time’s sake.”
“You have a bar?”
“I done good. Came down here with some of Uncle Watts’ money and bought a bar Got apartment above. Doin ok. We sell some food, nachos and burgers mostly. It’s a local place. Just tell the taxi guy to take you to 904 Vanilla, the Rio Bar and Grill. I still got the same cell phone number in case you get lost. You kept it, didn’t you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s in my iPhone book.”
“Look.”
She pressed some numbers on her iPhone. “Yes, it’s here, 505-872-9001.”
“That’s the one. I didn’t think you’d fuckin delete it.”
There was the old familiar warmth washing over her body and draining down to moisten her slit. She fought against it, “Darnell, after what you did you have a lot of nerve to think I’d...I’d...”
“Hey it’s just handshake and a drink between old friends. We’ll probably never see each other again, at least not in this fuckin world.”
“I...I...can’t. I just can’t.”
“You got anything else to do tonight?”
“No.”
“You just gonna sit in a hotel room and look at fuckin Mexican television?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to see how good I done. Want you to see my nice little bar. I even learned how to speak Mexican Spanish. You’d be proud.”
“Give me the address again so I can write it down.”
As soon as she hung up she regretted what she’d agreed to. She sat for awhile on the bed trying to decide how to get out of it. She finally concluded that getting out of it was easy. She just wouldn’t go. She’d drop down to the hotel bar, have a drink or two, chat with some of the other players’ wives, come back to the room and go to bed. Easy.
An hour later she was in a cab on Vanilla Street looking for the Rio Bar and Grill. It was in the middle of the block, a small stucco building with a red tile roof, just like ten thousand others in the Mexico City neighborhoods. The neon sign blinked off and on. She’d worn a peasant blouse and a flared colorful Mexican skirt and open toed heels. She had become so comfortable without undergarments she only wore them during cold weather. She hadn’t even packed a bra and panties for this trip. She had nothing on under her blouse and skirt. Before getting out of the cab, she looked in her small mirror and spread a fresh coating of gloss over her bright red lips.
Darnell had put on a little weight, but otherwise was much as she’d expected him to be. His hair had grown longer and was braided in dreadlocks. He wore a crisp white shirt open at the neck, brown kakis, and flip-flops. She noticed he’d had a recent pedicure. There were only six stools at the bar, four booths along the window wall and two small tables in the center of the room. The place seemed cozy and clean. A young boyish looking Mexican stood behind the bar, but otherwise it was empty. Darnell got off one of the end stools and came toward her, “It’s early,” he said. “I get a late crowd.”
She knew immediately that it had been a mistake to come. Seeing Darnell again brought back the old fear as well as the desire. “I’m glad,” she said, “to see you’re doing well.”
He led her to the bar where she sat on one of the backless swivel stools. He sat next to her. “I think it was chardonnay,” he said motioning to the bartender. “Chardonnay for Mrs. Gardner.”
The bartender poured her drink and brought Darnell a glass of ice water. Ann looked puzzled, “You don’t drink?”
“Not often, celebrations and holidays maybe a little.”
“So, you’re a successful business man?”
“Yeah, I even got me a BMW, the kind you and me use to ride around in.” He sipped his ice water and put down the glass. “You ain’t still pissed at me for what I done?”
“I was for quite awhile, Darnell, but it’s best to let the past be the past.”
He nodded, “Forget the bad stuff and remember the good stuff, right?”
She had finished her wine, “Yes, remember the good stuff.”
“But I did take a terrible beating for you.” She was hoping he’d show some sign of gratitude.
“Yeah, I was there. I thought you were stupid. I’d have never done that.”
“No,” she said. “I’m sure you wouldn’t.”
“I wanna show you my apartment.” He stood up. “I own the whole building.” He gestured toward a beaded arch in the back wall. Beyond it she could make out a stairway.
“Ahh, I don’t....”
He put his hand over hers and squeezed lightly, “You ain’t afraid of your old student is you, Mrs. Gardner?”
She forced a smile, “No, not at all. And by the way it’s Mrs. Morgan.”
He laughed easily, “I keep forgettin you is a long time married woman. You look the same as back then.” He took both of her hands and gently pulled her off the bar stool. “I want you to see I ain’t the fuckin slob I use to be.” He kept hold of one hand and led her through the arch and up the stairs.
“Just a quick look,” she said.
“Yeah, that’s right. Just a quick look.” He unlocked the door and swung it open and stepped back while she entered. He closed the door, but didn’t lock it.
Ann was surprised. The living room was large and comfortably furnished with a colorfully upholstered couch and two club chairs, a bamboo and glass coffee table, tasteful drapes at the side of the sliding glass door that opened onto a balcony overlooking the street below. There was a television screen attached to the wall above a small fireplace. She noticed a tiny kitchen through an arch to the right and a short hall that she assumed led to the bedroom and bath. The place was spotlessly clean.
She stood in the middle of the room smiling, “Well, Darnell, I must say I’m impressed. Did you do all this yourself?”
He was in the kitchen opening a bottle of chardonnay, “Gotta tell the truth,” he said gesturing for her to sit on the couch. “I got two businesses. The one you saw downstairs and I also pimp out eight high class whores only they’s called escorts. Whores is legal in Mexico. I treat my girls’ right. They see a doctor every other week and if they get in trouble they just hit a button on their phone and I got a tough guy right there to see they ain’t hurt.”
Ann sipped the wine he’d poured, “So these...these young women helped you with this?”
“Two of them did. They got good taste and were happy to spend my money.”
“Do any of them stay here?”
“No. Don’t pay to mix business and pleasure. They make good money, five to eight hundred a night. I take twenty percent. They all workin in the city this week because of the football shit. Big money week for them.”
“And you?”
He laughed, “Yeah, me too.” He’d taken one of the chairs opposite the couch. “You got any kids?”
It was a question she’d come to hate. “No, we’ve been trying...trying for the past five years, but so far no luck.” She shook her head and drank. “We thought this week down here in romantic Mexico might do the trick.”
“You not on the pill, then?
“No. I haven’t been on it since the day we were married.”
He leaned forward, “You ever think about old times, about you
and me, the classroom, that bitchy fat girl who knew what we was up to?”
She shook her head, “No....like I said, the past is best forgotten.”
“But not the good stuff. Except for the end there, what we done counts as good stuff, don’t it?”
“I’m not sure.” she tried a weak smile, “It was...well....exciting.”
“Who was the first guy to make you cum?”
She finished what was in her glass. He filled it. “You were.”
“You still got a shaved pussy?”
She didn’t like where this conversation was going, “It was never shaved. Watts sent me to a place where they did a procedure that made it permanent.”
His eyes narrowed and his voice became demanding, “Show me.”
Suddenly she felt her nipples stiffen and the color rise in her cheeks. She started to stand then sat back down, “No, Darnell...this isn’t.....I didn’t come here to....”
“You didn’t come here thinkin maybe Darnell would shove his black cock into your bald white pussy?”
She shook her head, “No...no...that’s not it at all. I just wanted to...to...”
He cut her off and leaning forward said evenly, “To show me your pussy.” He waited.
“Do it!” he demanded.
She wondered if she’d known this would happen when she decided to see Darnell. She wondered if she’d decided to see Darnell because she knew this would happen. Bowing her head she spread the full skirt out around her and pulled it back over her thighs. Not looking up, she parted her legs.
“You wet?” She nodded. “Speak up,” he said, “and how about some affection.”
“Yes, honey,” she whispered, “I’m wet.”
“Some things don’t never change,” he said reaching across to take her hands and lift her from the couch. He led her down the short hall and into the bedroom.
She sat on the edge of the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and started to remove his kakis. She turned away, “No, Darnell, I can’t...I can’t...
He was naked, his cock sticking straight out. “Look what I got for you,” he said.
She turned and drew in her breath. She’d forgotten how long it was, how black, how perfectly formed. She’d forgotten the scent and taste of it and how it felt sliding into her opening and along the walls of her vagina, and how when he was on top of her, it rubbed against her clit with every stroke. Without being told, she removed her blouse, her skirt, and her shoes.
“Doggie or me on top?” he asked, standing in front of her.
She reached out and gently took his cock between both her hands. Looking up at him she said, “You on top.”
“Ain’t you forgettin somethin?”
“Please fuck me, honey. You on top.” She leaned forward and pressed her slightly parted lips to the tip of it.
As he had in the past, he entered her slowly. She watched, wide eyed, as his cock slid into her. He fucked her slowly, making sure his cock rubbed her clitoris. She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew his head down to her and held his open mouth against hers. She liked that; his tongue in her mouth while his cock was deep inside her.
He pulled out and, holding his cock, flipped the tip against her clitoris. “Beg,” he said.
“Please, honey, please....please, Darnell...dear, dear Darnell, please put it in me, please, honey, keep fucking me.”
He sat up straight with his cockhead resting on her clitoris. She arched up and reached for his cock. Before she realized what had happened he slapped her hard across the face. Shocked, she looked up at him. He was frowning. In his eyes she saw the old anger. Impassively he said, “Did you miss me?”
His sudden change frightened her. She knew what he wanted to hear. “Yes, I did. I mean, yes, honey, I missed you.”
“Did you get yourself off rememberin my cock in your mouth and cunt?’
She turned her head aside and squeezed her eyes shut. He waited. She turned back to look up at him and nodded, “Yes, I did. I thought about...about your cock and I....I....touched myself.”
“You do that a lot?”
“Yes.”
“In bed while your husband was asleep?”
“Yes,” she paused, “I....I’m ashamed but I did.”
“You still doin that, thinkin about my cock and playin with your pussy?”
She felt the tears well up, “Yes...I think about it....remember how it was with you.”
A little smile crossed his lips. He rubbed his cock against her wet slit. “So, maybe sex with your fuckin football hero husband ain’t that great?” She didn’t respond. “I asked you a goddamn question Mrs.....Mrs....what the fuck is your married name?”
“Morgan.”
“Yeah, Mrs. Morgan, is your fuckin perfect husband givin you what we both know you need?”
She glanced down at his long black cock wet with her juices. She wanted desperately to feel it inside her, deep and hot. She wanted to feel him fucking her. No one had ever fucked her like Darnell. And there was this other thing....this power he had over her. She’d thought that time had erased his inexplicable hold over her, but that wasn’t true. She both hated and welcomed it. From the first moment she saw him in the doorway of her classroom six years ago she felt this desire....no not desire exactly.....this insane compulsion to please him, to obey him. Darnell had understood from the beginning. He knew long before she admitted it, that he could have had her even if she hadn’t signed Watts’ contract.
He took her breasts in his hands and viciously twisted her stiff nipples. She cried out, but made no move to resist. “Does your husband,” he glared down at her, “does fuckin Danny boy Morgan give you what you need? Does he make you crawl to him? Does he pinch your nipples so they hurt?”
She closed her eyes and shook her head, “No,” she said softly. “He’s a good man, a wonderful husband....kind, gentle. He could never hurt me.” She opened her eyes and looked up. His self-satisfied half smile indicated he knew what she was going to say. She swallowed and felt the tears form, “I love him, truly I do...... but no...no...it’s not what...what...it’s not the same.”
He gripped his cock and slid the head along her wet crease. “Then you know what you gotta do,” he said evenly.
She moaned and started to lift her hips again. He raised his hand to strike her. Quickly she sank back. “I couldn’t,” she said, “I just couldn’t. Danny is everything a woman could wish for.”
He rubbed her engorged clitoris with the head of his cock, “You want me to fuck you good?”
“Please, Darnell, honey, please fuck me good.”
“Then we talk?”
“Yes...yes....we’ll talk.
He inched up further and, kneeling, held his cock out to her. “Kiss it,” he said, “tongue kiss my piss hole and look up. Let me see the respect, you know what I’m sayin, let me see the love.” She lifted her head and parting her lips pressed them against the head of his cock and slid the tip of her tongue back and forth along its slit, all the while looking up into his face hoping he could see that, for now, she was once more his woman.
He nodded and moved back down. She spread her legs to receive him. As before, he teased her swollen red clitoris with his cockhead.
“Oh God, Darnell, honey,” she rasped, “please....please....”
Very slowly he entered her. She had lifted her head again to watch his black snakelike cock disappear inside her. ‘He’s in me’ she thought, ‘and it’s the same as before, maybe better.’ She felt his cock moving along the sides of her vagina and probing deeper than any other man’s ever had. “Ohhhh, Darnell....Darnell....”she whispered, reaching up to clasp her hands behind his neck and staring into his eyes, “no one has ever....ever...made me feel like this....just you all that time ago and now.”
Instead of answering he began to fuck her slowly, withdrawing almost all of his cock and pausing before slowly pushing it in. His cock was in constant contact with her clit. He fucked her like that for a long while, expertly bringing he
r to the edge of an orgasm then pausing before repeating the long slow strokes. Their bodies were sweating, her nipples were hard, her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. She licked her lips and drew his head down until his parted lips touched hers and his tongue darted into her mouth. She groaned and sucked his tongue.Locked together like this, he gradually increased the rhythm of his thrusts until she cried out and they came together. She could actually feel the hot bursts of seed he was pumping into her. She put both hands on his ass cheeks and lifted her hips to draw him in further. Her orgasm lasted a long time and was followed by several frantic bucking short orgasms.
Even though he had cum, he remained hard and, after a few minutes, began to fuck her again. After she had cum a second time he said, “You want to be fucked like a dog?”
Before answering, she rolled over and pressing her head against the mattress, she got to her knees, lowered her back, and lifted her ass. She couldn’t believe he was still hard. “Yes, Darnell honey, I want to be fucked like a dog....please honey, fuck me, fuck me like a dog.”
“You my bitch?”
“Yes, honey, I’m your bitch.”
He knelt behind her and, grabbing her hips roughly, fucked her hard until, for the third time, they orgasmed together. She lay on her stomach out of breath. He let her rest for a few moments then slapped her ass cheek. “Get on your knees beside the bed,” he ordered. He sat on the edge of the bed and parted his legs. His cock hung down between them. It was coated with her secretions and his cum. She knelt between his legs. “What you gonna do?” he asked.
“Clean you....clean your cock.”
“What with?”
“My mouth, lick it clean.”
“You want to do that? You want to clean my cock and my balls with your tongue?”
Gently, she lifted his cock between her hands and looking up at him said, “Yes, Darnell honey, I want to.....and it’s what I should do.”
It was the first time since early in the evening she saw him grin, “Yeah, that’s right, Mrs. Morgan, that’s how the married white wife be trained to treat her black lover.”
Kneeling naked before him like this made it seem as if the past six years hadn’t happened. She stared almost hypnotized at his long cock glistening now with the pale white mixture of her secretions and his jizm. Carefully she pushed his cock back against his stomach and lowered her head to his balls.
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