“Yes, Sam, honey, I’m your lover.”
“You gonna make love to me all night, right here in this bed?”
“Yes, all night, honey. I’ll make love to you all night.”
“You hot?”
She drew her fingers along the length of his cock, “Very hot, Sam. Hot for you. I want you to take me, make me your woman.”
“And even with your husband hearin you downstairs?”
She knew what she had to say. Before answering him, she touched her lips to his cockhead. Kneeling between his legs, she looked up at him, “Yes, Sam, even with my husband hearing us downstairs. I want to be close to you, in your arms, kissing you.”
“Yeah, Mrs. O’Donnel, that’s how it should be, naked in bed with your black lover.” He grinned at her showing his broken teeth, “Now, suppose you make love to my cock and balls.” Maureen pushed his cock back against his stomach and, once more, began to kiss his balls. He watched her indifferently, his hands behind his head. He was sure of her now. He could play with her as much as he liked. She’d do anything. And black cock made her so fuckin hot that she no longer cared about anything but satisfy his desire. Looking at this beautiful woman with them big blue eyes and them puffy soft red lips, and that smooth white skin who was on her knees between his legs gave him a sense of power he’d never felt before. He thought if things were fair it would be like this always, not just for tonight. He’d have this young white woman undress him every night. He’d have her on her knees suckin him off and spreadin her legs for him, and callin him honey, and beggin him to fuck her ass. Yeah, that’s the way it ought to be. He leaned forward to tap her head, “Suck my dick, now and keep lookin up at me while you’re suckin. Let me see that you’re lovin it.”
His scent had become stronger. She’d noticed that about black men. As they became aroused, the scent of their cocks and balls grew more intense. Like the others, the strong smell of Sam’s crotch caused her saliva to flow and her pussy to lubricate. She breathed him in and slowly slid her lips over his horrible cockhead all the while looking up into his mocking eyes.
“Yeah, baby, that’s the way. Suck it good. It’s like Travis says, you is sure one black cock lovin woman.”
She paused and holding his cock with both hands stared at it for several moments, “Travis is right,” she said.
Sam grinned. “Well, you gonna love my cock for a long time tonight. I don’t want to cum quick so just tickle the end with your tongue, you know underneath the rim. And kiss it some more. I like to see you kissin my prick. Keep lookin up at me.” Maureen flicked her tongue on the base of his cockhead. “That’s the way,” he nodded. “Lick around the rim. Make it nice and wet.” He watched her for several minutes while she teased him with her lips and tongue. She paused to look up for his approval. His face was impassive. He frowned, “You know I hate women, especially uppity white women like you. Do you know that?”
“Yes, Sam, I know.”
“And you hate me as much as I hate you, ain’t that right?”
She pressed her lips to his cockhead before answering, “Yes, that’s right. No man has ever humiliated me, and frightened me, and abused me the way you have.”
“Your husband’s downstairs on the couch?” It was a question.
“Yes, he’s on the couch.” She circled the rim of his cock with her tongue. “And here you is…where you want to be, on your knees kissin my prick?”
She looked down at the ugly deformed head of his cock again, “Yes, Sam, this is where I want to be.” She looked up at him and wet her lips, “Please, let me take it all.”
“Yeah, but I’m gonna give you a little of that abuse you was talkin about. You want my cock in your mouth, you got to earn it. You got to do somethin to prove you look up to the black man, you know, give him the respect he ought to have. Somethin to show you belong to whatever black man you is with.” She felt her heart beating faster. She swallowed and nodded. “First,” he continued, “push your middle finger up my asshole, real easy. Wet it first.” He pulled his legs back toward his chest presenting her with the black hairy crack of his ass and the puckered hole at its center. She drew back,
“Goddamn it!” he yelled, “Do what I say!”
Afraid, she wet her finger, then slowly pushed it into his opening. Her finger slid in easily. His passage felt slippery like mucus and was hot. When she took it out, he lowered his legs and sneered at her. “Now, Mrs. O’Donnel, if you want to suck my cock so bad, you got to suck your finger first.”
She looked at him in disbelief, “You must be crazy,” she said.
His cock was fully erect and hard. He leaned back again with his hands behind his head, “A white woman who belongs to black men do what the fuck they tell her to do, right?”
“Yes, but…..”
“Look at my prick. Look at it good. Unless you do what the fuck I told you, you ain’t gonna get it; not in your mouth, or your cunt, or up your ass.” He paused. She said nothing.
Maureen bowed her head, “Bastard,” she whispered.
“You gonna taste me where the sun don’t shine or ain’t you? I ain’t waitin any longer.” He made a move to get out of bed.”
“No!” she cried, “I’ll do it.”
He rolled back in the bed and once more pulled his legs up, “Shove it in there again and look up and me and suck your fuckin finger while it’s still wet.”
For the second time, Maureen pushed her finger into his hole. She withdrew it and lifted her head to look at him. Her finger glistened. “Now,” he said, “put it in your mouth and suck till I tell you to stop.”
She felt her stomach retch as she slid her finger into her mouth. Sam watched her for a full minute, “Yeah, you got yourself a taste of what the brothers call their essence. You
got a taste of Sammy’s essence,” he laughed. “How you like it, Mrs. O’Donnel?” He gestured for her to take her finger out of her mouth. She turned her head and spit. Sam laughed again, “Seems the uppity white bitch got to get more experience with the black man’s essence. Why you do that? I mean did you suck your finger cause of me?”
“I was afraid…afraid you would…”
He interrupted her, “Stroke it,” he said. “Stroke it nice and look at it. Is you my lover or ain’t you? Tell me while you stroke my dick.”
She didn’t answer him. “Slowly and gently she masturbated his misshapen penis. It was thick and hard and pulsed in her hands. She stared at it and felt her nipples stiffen and her mouth fill with saliva. She glanced up at him. “I’m your lover,” she said softly. “Please, Sam, you promised.”
“Beg,” he said.
“I want it, honey. I want it in my mouth. After what I just did, I want it now more than before.” She looked up at him pleading with her eyes, “Please, Sam, please.”
“Yeah, okay, go down on me. Take all of it. If you gag just keep goin. Take every fuckin inch of it.”
His cock was not long but unusually thick. The grotesquely bent cockhead forced her to open her mouth as wide as she could. Very slowly she eased her mouth down the length of his prick until her nose was pressed against the curly black hairs of his crotch. She stayed like that breathing through her nose and feeling his cock throb in her mouth, the scent of him making her dizzy. Just as slowly as she’d gone down, she lifted her head, tightening her lips around his cock. She stopped with his cockhead still in her mouth. Looking up at him, she moved her tongue sideways against the base of his cockhead. She groaned with pleasure.
“Don’t you make me cum,” Sam ordered. “I’m gonna fuck your cunt first and cum in your mouth. Then you’ll suck me again till I get hard and I’m gonna fuck your ass and
cum in your mouth again. Ain’t that what you want? Tell me.”
Holding his cock in both hands she gently masturbated him. “Yes, Sam, I want you inside me, inside my cunt and deep inside my ass. I want to take your cum in my mouth, all of it.” She circled his cockhead with her tongue and looked up at him, “In the mornin
g I want to suck you again and want you to fuck me, fuck me hard.” She sat back on her heels and moved her hands over her body until they cupped her breasts, offering them to him. Her breath was coming quickly. She could feel the secretions oozing from her pussy. “I want you to…to…do things to me…to make me do things…things that show I respect my…my black lover.”
Without saying anything, he rolled back and lifted his legs. She nodded, “Yes, honey,” she said. She pushed her finger into his hole, withdrew it, and quickly slid
it into her mouth. Sam stretched out his legs and chuckled, “You learn, quick, Mrs. O’Donnel,” he said. He sat up and pulled her down so that she lay under him. “Put that pillow behind your head so you can watch. When she had done it, he said, “Take it in your hands and put it in your cunt. Look at it. Look at my black dick goin inside you”
The gnarled, ropy veins of his prick glistened with her saliva. His misshapen cockhead was ringed with imprints of her lipstick. She spread her legs wide. He probed her opening. She took his cock in her hands and guided the grotesque head into her. She stared transfixed as his thick cock slowly entered her. When he’d sunk his cock fully into her, he remained still. He leaned down close to her face. “Think about it, Mrs. O’Donnel. The man you hate so much is inside you. His fat, ugly prick is buried way up inside your pretty white cunt. How’s that make you feel?”
“Frightened,” she said, “but hot, very hot. Please Sam honey, fuck me. Let me cum.”
He moved his hips slightly and slowly, “Don’t you fuckin cum till I tell you to.” He grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples.
“I won’t Sam, I promise.” She tried to thrust up, but he wouldn’t let her. His cockhead was bent at such a downward angle, it rubbed places inside her vagina that no one else had, not even Travis. He continued to lean into her and force her to be still. He stopped moving entirely and pressed his full weight down on her while holding her wrists above her head.
“Sam, please, honey….” she began.
“Shut the fuck up!” he said. “Feel it inside you.”
She nodded. His thick cock pressed against the sides of her passage. She imagined it there like a fat deformed eel. She could feel the slight pulse of blood as it coursed through the bulging veins of his prick. She could feel her own secretions oozing around it and leaking from her cunt. With his free hand he twisted one of her swollen nipples.
“Oh God, yes!” she gasped, “like that…like that!”
He let go of her hands and rolled her up and over until she was astride him. Before she could raise herself on his cock, he held her down on it refusing to let her move.
“We gonna fuck but only if you yell, only if you yell loud. Let your wimp husband hear you yellin. Yell loud beggin me to let you cum. You got that?”
She squirmed on his cock but he held her fast.
But he’ll think you’re hurting me.”
“Then you ain’t gonna get cunt fucked. You gonna suck me off. I’m gonna fuck your ass. You ain’t gonna cum.” Roughly he pushed her off his body and onto the floor beside the bed. She lay there trembling. He saw her reach between her legs. Quickly he got out of the bed and grabbed her arms. There was a cloth belt to her robe on the chair. He forced her arms behind her and tied her wrists together. She didn’t struggle. He lifted her onto the bed and, once more, placed her in a kneeling position between his spread legs. His cock was still hard. He stroked it. “If you gonna yell like I say, you can shove it back in your drippin cunt. You not gonna yell, get your mouth back on it and suck. It’s up to you.”
Instead of answering him, she bent down and opened her mouth to take his cockhead. She tasted her own secretions on it and groaned. Lifting her head, she nodded. “I’ll do what you want. I…I…need you to fuck me…I need to cum.” He lifted her up and positioned her over his cock. “Sam, my hands, please untie my hands.”
He held her with just the tip of his cockhead brushing her clitoris. “No,” he said, “it’s better this way. I can make you cum when I want you to cum. Now, when I let you down on my prick, I want to hear you make some noise.”
Slowly, he lowered her until his cockhead was inside her, “Ahhh, I love it,” she said not much louder than a speaking voice.
Quickly Sam lifted her off his cock. He waited several moments staring up at her angrily, “You got one more fuckin chance. I want to hear you yell for me to fuck you. Yell! You fuckin know what I mean?”
She shook her head, “Yes, yes, I know, please Sam!” He started to lower her again and paused just as his cockhead disappeared inside her. “Please Sam honey!” she shouted, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” He let her down slowly until he was completely inside her but held her there, not allowing her to rise up. “I want it, Sam! Please, Sam, honey, I want your cock!” He lifted her slightly up and down a few times. Her eyes widened. She was gasping, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She was on the edge of an orgasm.
Maureen was rocking back and forth just out of reach of Sam’s cock, “Please honey,” she cried out, “please let me cum, fuck me so I can cum. I want it! I want you inside me!”
Sam lowered her on his cock and thrust up to meet her. He lifted her and dropped her quickly several times, “Aggggh!” she screamed as she came in a shuddering orgasm.
Sara turned and ran down the stairs calling for her father.
Chapter Four
Maureen rolled off Sam’s body and lay face down on the bed sobbing uncontrollably. Sam watched her indifferently for awhile, then got up and went to the bathroom to piss. When he returned, Maureen had quieted somewhat but was still crying. She could faintly hear Brian downstairs and preparing the foldout couch to sleep on. Sam stood next to the bed for a moment before he turned Maureen over. She stared at the ceiling refusing to look at him. Roughly, he pulled her so that she was on the edge of the bed. Her lipstick was smeared and her mascara had streaked her cheeks. She looked at him, the hatred burning in her eyes. He moved closer so that his cock dangled above her face. “Put a fuckin pillow under your head and open your mouth,” he ordered. She hesitated for a moment, then fearing he might shout, she placed the pillow beneath her head. He leaned closer. The tip of his cock rested on her closed lips. “Kiss it,” he said. She pressed her lips tighter together. He twisted her nipple viciously. She cried out in pain. “Tongue kiss it, bitch,” he said, his thumb and index finger still pinching her nipple. She lifted her head slightly and, parting her lips, licked the slit of his piss hole.
He stepped back. “You look like shit,” he said. “You gotta look good for your black lover, right? You forgettin that I just let you cum?”
She sat up slowly and nodded, “Yes, Sam. I need to look good for my black lover.” She swung her legs over the edge of the bed. “Thank you for allowing me to cum.” She crossed to the small make-up table and wiped her face clean. She applied fresh mascara and lipstick and gloss. She brushed her hair, then sat looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed. The anger in her eyes had been replaced by resignation. She had lost her husband on the night Travis came to their house. She had turned her sister over to Dexter. And tonight she’d chased her children out of the house so she could grossly fuck a black man in her bed. If she weren’t careful, her children would learn the truth about her, and she couldn’t allow that. She had no family now but black men like Sam and Travis who humiliated and abused her. She truly belonged to them. The thought of it terrified her, but at the same time she felt a hot rush sweep over her body.
Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed. As if he’d read her thoughts, he said, “There ain’t no way back, Mrs. O’Donnel. That first time you came into the bar lookin for Travis we knowed you was gonna belong to us. You knowed it too.”
She listened hard for sounds from downstairs and heard none. Apparently Brian had settled in. She turned to face Sam, “Yes, Sam. I wasn’t sure then, but I am now.” Still naked except for her heels, she crossed the room to stand before him. She put his calloused hands on her hips and looked
down at him, “Do I look good enough for my black lover?” she asked.
He appraised her and nodded, “You’ll do,” he said.
She placed her hands over his and moved them up along her body until they cupped her breasts. Slowly and deliberately she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. “I want to look good for you, Sam. I want you to want me. I want you to…to make me do things.”
He squeezed her distended nipples. “Yeah, I’ll make you do things. You can start on my balls,” he sneered.
She got to her knees and, lifting his heavy cock, covered his testicles with soft wet kisses. She paused to look up at him. “Do you like it, Sam? Do you like to see your pretty white woman kneeling before you naked and kissing your balls? Do you like how it feels? Do you like knowing I’ll do whatever you tell me to do?” She bent her head to press her parted lips to his swollen ball sack again. Then, looking up, she said. “Look at me Sam. Watch your pretty white woman kiss your balls.” She lowered her head again and gently pressed her lips to his balls.
“Yeah, this is how it ought to be. The white woman, the pretty white woman on her knees kissin the black man’s balls.”
She stroked his hardening cock for a moment before pushing it back up against his stomach. “Yes, this is how it ought to be,” she said. She bent her head low and opened her mouth wide and closed her lips over his swollen ball sack. She held it in her mouth gently sucking it and moving her tongue against it.
For most of the night he kept her sucking his cock. Twice he fucked her cunt and pulled out in time for her to take his cum in her mouth. Once, he fucked her ass and came in it. She orgasmed powerfully each time he fucked her. She even came when he pushed his thick cock into her ass. Once he told her to sit in the chair across from the bed and finger herself while he watched. She came in less than a minute.
“You say want me to make you do things?” he asked.
“I’ll do what you tell me to do.”
“Since I just let you cum, you owe me,” he said.
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