Maureen's Choice (8 page)

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.

C
hapter 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.

She still sat in the chair across from him, her legs spread. “Yes, Sam honey, I owe you.” She felt her heart pounding. She was afraid of what he might demand.

He rolled off the bed and turned with his back to her. He bent down over the bed, his ass facing her. “Crawl to it,” he said.

She made a small whimpering sound in her throat. Then she slid off the chair and crawled across the space that separated them. She got to her knees, her face even with his raised ass. He reached behind him with both hands and spread his cheeks. “Kiss it,” he said, “kiss your lover’s black ass. The stench of his maleness was powerful but it excited her. She leaned forward and kiss one ass cheek then the other. After a moment, she extended her tongue and licked his ass until it was wet with her spittle..

He pushed her back and turned around. His cock was hard again. She looked up at him. “Thank you,” she said.

“For what?”

“For letting me kiss you there.”

He grinned down at her, “And where did my pretty white woman kiss her black lover?”

She swallowed hard, her breathing was heavy, “On my knees, I kissed your ass and…and I licked it….licked your ass.”

“Did you like it?”

She didn’t answer immediately. She bowed her head and twisted her hands in front of her. Finally, in a soft whisper she said, “Yes, I did.”

They slept intermittently in each other’s arms. Each time they woke, he pulled her closer to him and they kissed. She found she liked kissing him in the dark. She didn’t have to look at him. She just felt his thick velvety lips on hers. She was surprised at how gently he kissed and how he teased her with his tongue. His wet lips slid over hers and his tongue darted in and out of her open mouth. She found herself wishing he would keep kissing her. Just before dawn she whispered into his mouth, “Fuck me again, Sam. I’m so hot. Please fuck me again.”

He toyed with her nipples, “Have you got a warm mouth? Is your lips wet? How about a hot tongue? You got a hot little white woman tongue for me?

“Yes, Sam. Can’t you tell? I love kissing you. My lips are warm and wet. My tongue’s hot.”

Slowly he rolled over onto his stomach, “I want to feel them lips and that hot tongue on my ass. You don’t have to go down between the cheeks. Do like you did before kiss my big fat black ass till I fall asleep. Kiss it nice, you know. I want to hear you kissin it and feel your tongue.”

She didn’t answer him. She got to her knees beside his ass and leaned over to kiss and lick it. She remembered how flat and flabby Brian’s ass was. Sam’s ass rose in the dark, round and firm. The black skin shining in the pale light of the streetlamp outside was smooth and velvety. She liked pressing her lips to it and tasting the faint black male muskiness. She made kissing sounds with her lips. She licked and kissed him there until she heard him snoring.

Before the children returned, he made her get out of bed, fix her face, put on her heels and a gown. The shear white gown was transparent. The white pumps had five inch heels. She stood beside the bed. He looked up at her for several minutes. They could hear Brian in the kitchen. “Get your sweet ass downstairs and bring me a beer,” he said.

She started to protest but when he became angry, she did as he said. In the kitchen, Brian didn’t look at her and didn’t speak. She got the beer and hurried up the stairs. Sam chuckled, “Now that husband knows how a woman’s supposed to look for her man in the mornin.” He took the beer from her and slid his other hand inside her gown to fondle her breast. She looked down as this ugly cock remembering how it had felt in her mouth, and her cunt, and her ass. Her nipples stiffened. He brushed his hand across them and grinned, “Tell me, Mrs. O’Donnel how is a pretty white woman supposed to look in the mornin when her black lover wakes up?”

“Before her black lover wakes, she should get out of bed and put on her make-up, and brush her hair, and dress in a pretty gown. She knows her lover likes to see her in heels so she should wear them all the time.”

“And then?” Sam toyed with one of her nipples.

She stepped close to him, pressing her body against his. She looked up into his face, “Then she should wake him by softly touching her lips to his lips or…or to his beautiful black cock.” She stood on her tiptoes and tilted her head up. “I love the way you kiss me, Sam,” she said.

When the long kiss ended, he shook his head, “You got that right, baby.” He put his free hand on her shoulder and pushed. She got to her knees. He stood there finishing his beer. She tongue kissed the tip of his prick and licked around the rim of his cockhead while looking up at him. He watched her indifferently.

After they heard Brian leave, Sam said, “Fill the tub with hot water. I want a bath. Then you can go down and make me a breakfast: eggs and bacon and toast and coffee. Don’t make nothin for yourself cause while I’m eaten, you gonna be under the table suckin me off.”

She filled the tub for him and placed Brian’s robe on the back of the chair before going to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. Billy’s toy cars were on the counter along with Sara’s teddy bear. She touched the bear and felt tears well up. She turned away and busied herself setting the table. She fried the bacon and kept it warm in the oven. When she heard Sam on the stairs, she broke the eggs into the pan and started the toast. As soon as he sat down, she poured his coffee. As she stood beside him, he moved his hand up the inside of her bare thigh and slid his finger along her wet slit. She drew in her breath and waited hoping he might rub her swollen clit. Instead, he lifted his hand to her mouth and extended the glistening finger. She parted her lips and sucked her juice from his finger. After a moment he jerked his head toward the stove, “Don’t burn the fuckin eggs,” he said.

After she’d served him the bacon and eggs and buttered his toast, he pointed to beneath the table. “You know what you’re havin for breakfast?” he asked.

“Your cum,” she said.

“Yeah, if I got any left.” He looked at her over the rim of his coffee cup, “You figured out yet how I want my cock sucked?”

“You like me to make love to your balls first…kiss them and lick them.”

“Yeah, do that and talk to me, talk dirty, you know.”

She crawled under the table and kneeled between his spread legs. As she’d done before she lifted his heavy prick and held it up while she gently kissed his swollen ball sack. Even though he’d just bathed, the strong black male scent had already returned. She continued to tongue kiss his balls for a long time. He ate quickly feeling his cock harden. “I ain’t heard you say nothin,” he said.

She paused but stroked his cock, “It makes me hotter when I know you’re watching me on my knees making love to your black cock.”

He pushed the table away. She looked up at him, her soft wet mouth glistening. Continuing to look into his eyes, she worked her right hand under his ass and slowly pushed her middle finger into his hole that was hot and slick. Not taking her eyes from his face, she slid the finger into her mouth and sucked it. With her other hand, she stroked his throbbing cock. She withdrew her finger, “For awhile longer, Sam, I’m your woman, your pretty white woman on her knees between your legs asking you to please let me suck your cock.”