He had her lick and tongue his ass for almost an hour. During this time, she reached one hand under him, supporting herself with the other, and gently masturbated his massive cock. It was hard as steel and throbbed in her small hand.
“Now!” he cried out. She quickly rolled over on her back and slid under his cock. She guided his cock into her open mouth. For half a minute he fucked her mouth as if it were a cunt before he came in powerful hot spurts. She swallowed his cum rapidly, almost choking. After he came, to her amazement, he continued to slowly fuck her mouth. In a few more minutes he was hard again. “On your knees,” he commanded. “Lift your ass up, press your face against the mattress, and beg for it.”
She did as he’d instructed, “Please Master, fuck me. Please, please fuck me.”
“Your cunt or your ass?”
“It doesn’t matter…I…I’m so wanting to feel you deep inside me.”
He grabbed her hips and with one fierce thrust drove his cock into her cunt. “You’re like a female dog in heat, a bitch. My bitch, right?”
She’d grunted when he first entered her knowing he’d ripped her. Now she was thrusting back feeling his huge balls slap against her ass. “Yes, Master,” she said, “I’m your bitch.”
He fucked her for almost an hour sometimes slamming into her, sometimes easing into her. She came twice before cumming a third time as he emptied his hot thick load into her. Both of them were dripping with sweat. He stretched out on the bed and directed her to kneel between his legs, “Suck me up,” he said.
His enormous black cock had not entirely subsided. The musky scent was now mixed with her own. Gently she pushed his cock back against his stomach and lowered her head to kiss and lick his balls. She took one, then the other into her mouth. The skin on his ball sack was tight and smooth. He raised his legs offering her his ass crack once more. She spread his cheeks and buried her head between them and pressed her parted lips over his hole and drove her tongue into it. She was pleased to hear him groan with pleasure. “Dig,” he said, “dig!” She forced her tongue deeper into his hole. The bitter taste wasn’t unpleasant. After several minutes he said, “Now, my cock. Kiss the tip first then make love to it with your mouth.”
Reverently, she held his cock between her hands and stared at it. She felt the tickling in her stomach and her mouth filled with saliva. She leaned forward slowly and parting her lips kissed the end of his cock and tongued his piss hole while looking up at his face. “Tell me,” he said.
She lifted her head, “I worship your cock, Master,” she whispered.
He had her suck for a long time before ordering her to once more press her face and breasts to the mattress and raise her ass. Kneeling behind her, he opened her asshole with two fingers before sliding his cock into it. She had grown to love having her ass fucked. In some ways it gave her more pleasure than anything else. He fucked her ass for a long time. She orgasmed without touching her clit. She was amazed when she felt hot spurts of his cum deep in her ass. They slept for two hours and began again. It was difficult to believe that any man could have the stamina he had. ‘My God,’ she thought, ‘he is sixty-two! The black race is superior.’
In the morning while the General was sleeping, Nancy came for her. The two women left quietly. Back in her room she bathed, had breakfast, and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. Later in the afternoon Nancy came to tell her she would be sent for again that evening. “Prepare as you did yesterday,” she said. “You’re lucky. The six women you saw were auctioned off a little while ago.”
Maureen had almost forgotten about them. “Don’t they ever escape?” she asked. “I mean after they’re sold, don’t some of them find a way to get back home?”
“Between six and ten women are sold here every week. They bring between two and five million each. The men who pay that kind of money are very careful to keep what they’ve paid for. In the twenty-five years I’ve been here I have heard of only one who made it home successfully. Others have been killed trying.” She smiled at Maureen, “Funny thing, the one who did escape eventually returned to her Master . I guess for some people freedom isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
Maureen was silent for several moments than frowning she asked, “This slave trade, does it include children?”
Nancy shook her head, “No, never. The General has strict rules against that. He takes no one under eighteen. In fact, he’s anonymously informed various governments about traders who traffic in children. He hates them.”
For the following week the routine was the same. Every evening Maureen was sent to spend the night with the General. She quickly learned to understand his preferences and was delighted when she won his approval. Soon she came to know his body as well as she knew Travis’s, perhaps better. Twice during the week, the General had her whipped. Both times the whipping brought her to orgasm. Once in the middle of the week, she was made to suck and fuck the retarded boy Buru, before a group of the General’s dinner guests.
On the morning of the seventh day, Nancy came to her with an armful of new clothes. “Good news,” she said. “You’re going home.” At first Maureen thought the older woman was playing a joke on her. Nancy laughed, “No, it isn’t a joke. This person in the United States, this Big Daddy person had the General promise to send you back after a week. He felt you needed the kind of training only the General could give you.” She stood back amused at the surprise and confusion she saw in Maureen’s face. Pointing to the clothes on the bed she said, “You must hurry. A car will be here for you in half an hour. The General’s jet will fly you to London.” She handed Maureen a thick envelope. “There’s five thousand dollars spending money in here and a first class ticket to Cleveland. Tonight you’ll be fucking this stud you’ve talked so much about, this Travis person.”
Epilogue
Ten Months Later
Travis didn’t know about Maureen’s week in Nigeria and she never told him. For awhile he was puzzled by her quiet absolute subservient behavior. However, she gradually became her old self. At Maureen’s urging Big Daddy made Travis the manager of one of the car dealerships he owned. No more dealing in drugs, prostitution, and violence. They bought a condo in a suburb of Cleveland. Maureen worked part time as a trainer in an upscale gym. She longed to see her children, but forced herself to stay away from them. “It would only open up old wounds,” she said.
She spoke regularly with Eileen who had become pregnant immediately. Her first baby was a month old and soon to go up for adoption. Eileen appeared to be happy. In their last conversation she’d gone on and on about wanting to get back to servicing her “black bulls” as she called them. “Oh, Maureen, the sex is incredible. They make me cum and cum. Their skin is soft as velvet. They kiss so good and I love the way they smell. It really turns me on. Best of all they get hard and stay hard and can do it for hours.” Maureen found herself thinking of the General.
Her life with Travis was satisfying but had fallen into a comfortable routine. They associated with a small circle of friends, all black. They went out to dinner one night a week and to the movies. Travis had season tickets to the Cleveland Browns games. She couldn’t remember the last time they went dancing. The sex was still good but always left her wanting more or, she often wondered, was she wanting not more but different? It sometimes seemed to her that her life had become much as it had been with Brian. Occasionally, she found herself envying her sister.
She was delighted, then, when Eileen phoned to invite her to spend a week at Big Daddy’s estate so that she could see the baby before he was adopted. Travis owed his job to Big Daddy so he couldn’t object. Before she got off the phone, Eileen said, “Big Daddy wants to talk to you. He’s in his office. I’ll switch you over to him.”
Maureen felt the familiar tingle of excitement as soon as she heard his voice. “I understand you have been keeping yourself in shape,” he began.
“Yes, I’m a trainer in a gym so I’m probably in better shape than I’ve ever been.”
“How is it with you and Travis?”
“It’s fine,” she paused. “Fine,” she repeated.
“Do you ever think about General Suka?”
The question caught her by surprise. “Well I…” she knew better than to try to lie to him. “Yes, sometimes.”
“I had a long conversation with him last week. I told him you were coming down here to visit your sister.” He waited for her to respond. When she didn’t, he continued, “He calls you his little white bitch. You seem to have made an impression on him.”
“I’ve tried to forget that week,” Maureen said lamely.
“The General wants you,” he said.
A wave of fear swept over her. She found it difficult to speak. Big Daddy waited. Trying to keep her voice from trembling, she said, “No, you wouldn’t do that again. I mean drug me and send me back. If that’s what you’re planning, I’m not coming down.”
“Believe me, my dear, if the General wished to he could have you taken at any time. He doesn’t need me for that. I understand you witnessed his interview with several new prospects who were to be sold.”
“Yes, I did.”
“He wants you to choose to belong to him. If you choose not to, that will be the end of it. The General is a hard man, but I’ve never known him to go back on his word.” Before she could respond he went on, “Take some time to think about it. Say nothing to Travis. Should you decided to become the General’s little white bitch it will be permanent. There will be no coming back to Travis and your life here. I’m to get in touch with the General tomorrow afternoon and tell him to either send his jet here to Miami for you or not send it. I’ll phone you at noon for your answer.” He hung up before she could say anything.
She spent a sleepless night, tossing and turning. Travis was in a bad mood when he got up. “Goddamn it, Maureen, you kept me awake half the fucking night,” he complained. She reminded him she was going down to Florida to spend a week with Eileen. “Good,” he said. “Maybe a week away from each other will be good for us.” He left for work without kissing her.
The General’s words came back to her; “abject servitude, absolute obedience.” She recalled the collar and leash and how she would press her face against the mattress and wait for him to mount her. She remembered Nancy and Buru and the whip.
At exactly noon the phone rang. She picked up the receiver. “Big Daddy?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“Please ask my Master to send his jet for me.”
End
Also by Charles Arnold:
Lisa, Her Initiation
Lisa, Her Education
The Sweet Wife
The Sweet Wife, Book II
The Penitent
The Penitent II: The Facility
The Penitent III: The Marriage
The Penitent IV: Inner Circle
The Warden’s Woman
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