“What that mean?” someone asked.
“She’ll do what he wants. She’ll belong to him like I belong to Travis.”
“She a virgin?”
“Yes.”
“Dex gonna get her cherry? She gonna give it up to the black man?”
Maureen was slow to answer. She envisioned Eileen watching the video tapes and Dexter threatening to send them to their father. “One way or another, I think she will.” She paused, “She’ll give herself to Mr. Wells.”
The man at her feet spoke in a raspy voice she had difficulty understanding. His fingers lightly teased her dripping pussy. “Two nights from now if your pretty blonde sister’s still at the Captain’s fine condo. What do you expect he’ll have her doin?”
Maureen was surprised to discover that imagining a scene between her sister and the Captain pleased and aroused her. “She…she will be made up beautifully and except for heels and jewelry, she’ll be naked.” She hesitated. The fingers on her pussy moved lightly to touch her swollen clit. “On her hands and knees, she’ll crawl across the floor and kneel in front of the Captain. He will have taught her the proper position a white woman is to take in front of a black man; her hands behind her neck, her bare breasts offered to him.” She paused again envisioning the scene. “She’ll look up at him and, in her little-girl voice, she’ll beg him to please let her suck his cock. He’ll permit it but not allow her to use her hands.”
“Go on,” someone said.
“After making her lick his balls and suck for a long time, he’ll cum in her mouth and she’ll swallow it.” She paused once more and nodded to herself, “Yes, the Captain will break her spirit. She’ll be his.”
The man on the floor moved away. She felt Travis step between her spread legs. He put her hands on his crotch. Through his pants she felt his stiffening prick. The men could see how aroused she’d become. “Tell me,” Travis said.
“I worship your cock,” she said. She tilted her head up and deliberately licked her lips, “You know I do, Travis. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I’ve become your woman.”
“You sayin you worship just my cock?”
“I worship the cocks of all black men.”
“There’s seven of us,” he said. “You gonna do us all?”
Suddenly Maureen felt released. It was as if she’d spent years smothered under heavy quilts, bound up in them, hardly able to breathe and now they were gone, lifted away. She reached up to find Travis’s hands, “Yes, honey…I want to. I want to do all of you. I…I’ll suck. I want your cum. You can fuck me…fuck me all night…fuck my…my cunt…cum in it and my ass…fuck my ass…hard…” She took a deep breath, “Yes, fuck my ass hard…it’s ready for you…cum in my mouth…all of you cum in my mouth. Use me. Make me do things. Make me do things I’ve never done before.”
Travis removed the blindfold. It was a minute until the men in the room came into focus. Except for Travis they were naked. Most were in their fifties or older. Their black pricks were, as she’d imagined, hard. They were not the rowdy low-lifes she’d met in the bar. They seemed wealthier, better educated, and, she could see in their eyes that they were much more degenerate. She knew they would be cruel.
“Strip,” Travis ordered. She stood up and, facing the half circle of men, pushed the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders and peeled the dress down over her breasts and hips. It gathered at her ankles. She stepped out of it. Her small breasts were high and firm, the long pink nipples stiff. Her pale skin gleamed. The men spoke softly among themselves. They stared at her stroking their hard cocks, knowing she was theirs for the night. “Walk to the end of the room and back to us,” one of them commanded.
When she turned they noticed the flat black circle of the anal plug which contrasted sharply with the smooth whiteness of her ass cheeks. She moved easily in the black five inch pumps which, like the plug, contrasted with milk-white skin of her shapely legs. As she started back toward them, someone asked, “Why you got that plug in you?”
The color rose to her cheeks. She glanced quickly at Travis. “It’s there to…to stretch me…to open me for you…for all of you.”
Travis nodded and gestured toward the floor in front of him. She kneeled before him and, without being instructed, quickly took the position, her hands behind her neck, her head bowed. All of the men except Travis had removed their trousers. “Take out my prick,” he said.
Her hands shook as she unzipped his fly. His monstrous cock had just begun to stiffen. It was so thick her small hands couldn’t encircle it. The black skin bunched up at its head covering his piss hole. Fat dark veins bulged and twisted along its length. She knelt there staring at it for a full minute, her breath coming faster. She licked her lips and swallowed. No one spoke until Travis said, “Look up here and tell me about worship.”
For a moment she thought the speech she’d rehearsed had gone out of her head, but then it came back and here in this place on her knees before Travis she knew the words were true. “I thank you Travis for taking me as your woman. I thank you for permitting me to kneel at your feet, for allowing me to worship your beautiful cock. I want to honor it, to worship it with my tongue, my lips, my mouth. I want to caress it, to lick it, kiss it, suck it. Yes, cover it with loving kisses. I want to suck it, Travis, as often and as long as you wish.” She paused. “I want to drink from your great cock. Everything, Travis, I want to drink everything.” As she continued to look up at him he could see the adoration in her eyes. “I have left my marriage, my husband and my home. I have…” She glanced down at his cock which was swelling in her hands. She looked back up at him, “I have given up my children, Travis. I have chosen to prostitute myself for you, and am glad.” Tears were starting to form in the corners of her eyes.
He nodded. “Let us see how you worship the black man’s cock. Don’t skin it back. Find the hole with your tongue. Thank me and show your respect.”
Holding his throbbing shaft with both hands, she lowered her head to the dark flower of its tip. Parting the bunched skin with her lips and tongue, she licked his piss hole. She moaned with pleasure. After several moments, he said, “Enough.”
She looked up at him, “I worship your cock, Travis. Truly, I worship it.”
He gestured toward the circle of men who had crowded closer, their cocks stiff now. She looked around at them, then bowed her head. “I’m your white whore,” she said. “Do whatever you want to me.”
Also by Charles Arnold:
Lisa, Her Initiation
Lisa, Her Educatin
The Penitent
The Warden’s Woman
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