Chapter Five

In the morning Maureen woke to Silvie roughly shaking her. “Get your white ass outta bed. You gotta be lookin good for the Captain.”

Maureen struggled to a sitting position. “I can’t, Silvie. I’m so…so…tired, so ashamed. I want to go home.”

“Travis say you can go home this evening. It ain’t come clear to you yet, has it?”

Maureen looked down at her feet and remembered just two days ago she was a housewife and mother indulging herself by having a pedicure. “What hasn’t come clear to me, Silvie?” she asked without looking up, her voice listless.

“When you told Travis last night that you was his woman, you became his woman. You belong to him. It’s tighter than a fuckin marriage. That’s how it works. You is his now. Only way you is getting outta that is in a pine box, less Travis gets tired of you and throws you out.”

Maureen nodded. After a moment she turned to face the older woman, “I heard you last night. I heard you and Travis.”

“Yeah, I guess we was makin a ruckus. That Travis! He know how to satisfy a woman. The man can keep goin all night.” She shook her head smiling at the memory. She pointed toward the door. “Bathroom’s at the end of the hall. There’s a shower and some stuff to take that lipstick off. Fix up good. If you do the right things by the Captain and say what he want to hear, maybe Travis will fuck you today. That’s what you want, ain’t I right? Travis big cock is what you needin now?”

Maureen stood. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. That’s what I need.”

It took a long time to scrub off the lipstick marks around her mouth. The astringent was strong and burned. After her shower, she returned to the shabby room. Silvie had placed the red skirt and blouse and shoes on the bed beside Maureen’s make up kit. There was also the tube of KY and the next largest anal plug.

Inserting the plug was both awkward and painful. But thinking of why she was doing it…imagining Travis taking her there brought a flush to her face and she felt her pussy moisten.

After applying her makeup and dressing once more in the red skirt, blouse, and spike heels, she looked in the mirror and was pleased to see that last night’s abuse and lack of sleep hadn’t affected her appearance. If Travis wanted her to look hot for her interview with the Captain, she did. The outline of her bare breasts was visible through the shear blouse. Her bare legs and skintight skirt made it obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties.

She sat on the bed waiting for Silvie to return. She tried not to think of her children but found herself imagining what they might be doing at this time. They were at the campsite. Brian was no doubt scrambling eggs for them on the grill. Sara and Billy were probably getting dressed and deciding whether they wanted to fish or go on a hike. She longed to be with them, to gather them to her for hugs, to see that Sara’s hair was brushed and Billy’s shoes were tied.

She looked again in the mirror and quickly turned away. It was a sparkling summer morning and she was dressed like a slut. She was sitting on the edge of a filthy bed in a black slum waiting to be summoned by someone she had never seen, a person called The Captain. In just a few days she had gone from being a good wife and devoted mother to...to...what? She’d become the personal whore of a vicious and arrogant black man. No one had forced her. She’d spent the family Christmas fund for these clothes. She’d phoned Travis. She came here on her own.

Last night, as Silvie had reminded her, she was offered the chance to leave or to become Travis’s woman. She made the choice freely. How could she have done that? How could she have wanted to belong to him? And knowing that belonging to him meant her body was no longer her own. It would be used, not only by Travis but by anyone he chose to give her to, or rent her to. She had agreed to become a black man’s whore.

Silvie said that Travis was sending her home tonight. Perhaps when she was back in her house with her children in her arms, she would come to her senses? Maybe she could persuade Travis that it would be in his best interest to cancel their agreement? Maybe she could simply never return here and, if he bothered her, she could alert the police? Then she remembered Travis had the photographs and the tapes. Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks.

She heard Silvie on the stairs and quickly wiped her face. Silvie came in and shook her head in approval. “You lookin a hellava lot better than you did. I spect the Captain gonna like what he sees.”

“Silvie, I know this Captain is powerful down here. He’s like the mayor or something, but why does he want to see me? Why must I go on this interview you and Travis keep talking about?”

“The Captain is Dexter Wells. You know who that is?”

“The name sounds familiar, but I don’t know.”

“Fifteen years ago Dexter Wells was the best damn linebacker the NFL ever had. He woulda been in the Football Hall of Fame if he hadn’t got into some trouble at the end of his playin days.”

“I vaguely remember my father talking about him. But why….”

Silvie interrupted her, “Dex, is the Captain. He runs things here: gamblin, drugs, prostitution, politics all that shit. He also has businesses uptown. He knows lots of important folks: politicians, entertainers, big money men. He’s the richest black man I know. You is Travis new whore. Travis is Dexter Wells’ long time whore. We all is. He one damn good lookin super stud. Smooth talkin, very slick, but he can be a mean motherfucker! You don’t want to get on his bad side less you like floatin down the river head first with nothing but your ass lookin up at the moon.”

Maureen turned away for a moment, then looked back, “Silvie, I don’t want this. I don’t belong here. I want my husband and my kids. This is crazy. It’s a life I can’t possibly…”

Silvie stepped forward and slapped the younger woman hard across the cheek. Maureen cried out and fell back on the bed. Silvie stood over her, “I’m tellin you once more only because I like the way you eat pussy. No one gives a fuck what you want. You’re in this now. You gotta do what the fuck you’re told.”

Slowly Maureen sat up. “ I know, it’s just that…Sara and Billy and…”

Silvie cut her off. “Get up. Travis is in the kitchen. He wants you to stop by before goin to the Captain.” She tilted Maureen’s head and grinned at her. “Seein your black lover gonna make you forget them kids. Always has. Ain’t that right?”

Maureen thought she’d be sent directly to the Captain. That Travis wanted to see her was a welcome surprise. She remembered for a moment his mouth on hers, his huge cock inside her. “Yes, you’re right. Travis makes me forget. I wish with all my heart it weren’t true, but he even makes me forget my kids when I’m with him.”

He was sitting at the kitchen table. She drew in her breath when she noticed her sister’s photograph propped up in front of him. He slid his chair away from the table and leaned back to stare at her. She stood before him twisting her hands nervously. Feeling her nipples stiffen and the familiar sinking in her stomach, she bowed her head. “My God,’ she thought, ‘I only met him two weeks ago and wanted to make him leave my house. He’s ugly, and fat, and mean. He despises me.’ “You lookin good this morning,” he said.

The compliment startled her. She looked up feeling her cheeks flush. For a moment she couldn’t find her voice. “Thank you,” she said, and lowered her eyes. Just standing there in his presence made her breath come faster. She repeated softly, “Thank you.”

None of this was lost on him. “You sleep good last night?”

She raised her eyes to look at him. It seemed as if his question had been sincere. “No, I couldn’t sleep. The room was filthy and the bed.” She paused, “There was noise. And…and I was thinking about my kids.”

“I bet you was wishin I’d come in that room and fuck you. I bet that’s what was keepin you awake?”

She looked down at the floor again, “Yes, it’s true. I was hoping that you would want me.” She paused, “All night I was hoping.”

“What if I told you to get on your knees right now and suck my dick?”

She glanced up to see if he was kidding. She wasn’t sure. “I would.” She said.

“What if I wanted you to spread my ass cheeks and lick my hole?”

She knew Silvie was standing in the doorway. She nodded slightly.

“Speak up, damn you,” Travis shouted.

Her face was crimson, “Yes...yes, I’d do it. You know, even…even if I didn’t want to I couldn’t…couldn’t say no.” She wrung her hands, nervously twisting her wedding band, “I don’t understand it…don’t…”

He gestured to her. Come over here. Stand between my legs. When she was close to him, he placed his hands on the back of her thighs and slowly moved them up to her ass. She closed her eyes. Her legs trembled. He slid one finger along the crack of her pussy. She groaned and pushed her pelvis forward. Travis called out to Silvie, “My little white whore is drippin wet!”

“That don’t surprise me,” Silvie laughed. “With a little trainin Mrs. O’Donnel be ready to fuck and suck all night long.”

Travis continued to fondle her ass, “Is Silvie right? You think you soon be bringin me a wad of hundred dollar bills every mornin?”

His big calloused hands were kneading her ass cheeks. She swallowed, trying not to process what he’d said, “I…I…don’t,” she began.

His hand felt the base of the anal plug. He twisted it, then shoved it in hard. She cried out in pain. He twisted it again, “You’re my whore ain’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, “I’m your whore.”

“What do whores do at night?”

“They…they give themselves to…to men for money.”

“Then what?”

“They take it…take the money to their…to the man they work for…the man who owns them.”

Travis nodded, “That’s right. And if their man is in a right mood, he gives them some back so they can buy sexy clothes and stay lookin good.” He winked at Silvie, “So tell me, Mrs. O’Donnel, is you gonna spend your nights fuckin and suckin so as to keep your main man in spendin money?” He cupped her pussy in one big hand and squeezed.

She groaned again, “Yes…yes, honey, I’ll fuck and suck. I’ll bring you everything I make.”

“You gonna do white men or black men or both.”

She looked directly at him, “Black men,” she said solemnly. “I’ll give myself to black men; only to black men.”

“Just black cocks in your mouth and in your cunt, and later in your ass?”

“Yes, honey, only black men will use me. I’ll take only black cocks in me.”

“Not even fuck your husband?”

“No, not even my husband.”

“Why’s that?”

Still looking into his mocking eyes she said, “I’m your woman. I belong to you now.”

He tapped the anal plug with a long fingernail. “Why you got this thing in your ass?”

She bowed her head, “I want to make it bigger, to widen myself so that…so that you can take me there.” She saw him frown. “So that you can fuck me there,” she said. “So that the men you send me to can fuck me there.”

“You want my big cock in your little white ass? You want other black cocks in your ass?”

“Yes, I want your cock. Want it in my ass.” She hesitated then said softly, “Others, too.”

He grabbed her arms and pulled her down so that she was kneeling between his parted legs. “You been sayin all the right things so I’ll give you a little treat.” She heard Silvie’s loud laugh behind her. “You can take it out,” Travis said.

Quickly she unzipped his fly and, reaching inside the opening with both hands, pulled his incredibly long thick cock out. Once more the size and weight of it astonished and frightened her. “Jus look at it for a couple minutes,” he said. “Look at it hard.” His body was very black but his cock was an even deeper black. Thick veins twisted along its length. The enormous cockhead was, as she remembered, covered with a thin almost transparent skin which bunched up at the end. She wanted to hold it against her cheek. She wanted to press her lips to the rope-like veins and feel the blood coursing through them. She felt his cock begin to swell in her hand. Her nipples jutted out and her breathing came faster.

“Tell me,” Travis said.

Not taking her eyes from his cock she answered, “I worship your cock.” She repeated, “Yes...yes, on my knees, I worship your black cock.”

He studied her for a moment, “Yeah, I think maybe you do.” He leaned forward, “Now, skin it back just a little and kiss it real soft right on the tip. If you do it like you love it, I’ll let you tongue my pee hole.”

She looked up at him and licked her lips to make them glisten, “Thank you, honey,” she whispered. Then, holding his massive cock in both hands, she gently pulled the skin back to expose the cockhead. It was smooth as black satin. Slowly she lowered her head and very softly pressed her lips to it. A warmth that she’d never felt before flowed through her body. She wanted to keep her lips on his cock longer, but he grunted indicating she should look up. Her moist red lips were parted and her bright blue eyes were misty. Even Travis was slightly startled by her beauty and the softness in her eyes.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he said, “you can tongue my pee hole.”

She licked her lips again, “Thank you, honey,” she said. Still holding his massive cock with both hands she reverently lowered her head to it. She placed her parted lips over the tip of his black cock and felt with her tongue the long slit of his hole. Gently, she pushed her tongue into it. The musky scent of last night’s sex with Silvie was strong. As she breathed it in, she found herself desperately wishing he would allow her to suck him. She felt maybe she could take the whole terrible length of it. She longed to feel it filling her mouth, feel the bulbous head pressing against the back of her throat, choking her. Sensing her desire, he pulled his cock away from her and stuffed it back in his pants. “Zip me up,” he said. She looked at him pleading with her eyes. “Zip me up,” he repeated.

Silvie crossed the room to stand beside them. After Maureen had closed his fly, she continued to kneel between his legs, her eyes lowered. Travis sat back in his chair. “Show me your cunt,” he ordered.

Quickly Maureen lifted her skirt and spread the outer lips of her vagina. Travis nodded, “Jus like I thought.” He turned to Silvie, “ Bitch is wetter than before.”

Silvie chuckled, “Looks to me like you got yourself a little honky slave.”

Travis smiled, “I think you might be right. She give up her husband and her two kids to be my woman.” He leaned forward, “Ain’t that true, Mrs. O’Donnel?”

Not looking at him Maureen began, “I…I…don’t….I can’t…I mean my children….”

Travis took her face between his two huge hands and pulled her up and forward. Fiercely, he pressed his open mouth over hers and slid his thick tongue between her lips. He held her there. She groaned and sucked his tongue. When he let go, she collapsed on the floor, burying her face in her arms and whimpering softly. Travis winked at Silvie and nudged Maureen with his shoe. “You’ll do anything for me won’t you, babe?”

She struggled to get her breath, “Yes, you know I will,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything.”

Travis gestured to Silvie indicating she should stand next to Maureen’s head.

She was wearing open-toed sandals with a spike heel. “Look up,” he said to Maureen. “Who’s this standin here?”

“Silvie.”

“You wanted me to fuck you last night, but I fucked Silvie instead. How’d that go down with you?”

“I…I…was disappointed and…and...angry.”

“Did you think some bad thoughts about old Silvie? Curse her, maybe?”

“I guess I did.”

“You sorry now about them thoughts and curse words?”

Maureen, not looking at Silvie, nodded, “Yes, I’m sorry.”

“Show her you’re sorry.”

Maureen frowned, “How…how can I show her?”

“Kiss her feet.”

Maureen glanced down at Silvie’s bare toes. Her long toenails were painted purple. Maureen looked back at Travis, “Please don’t….” she began.

“I’m tellin you,” Travis said. After a moment, Maureen bent down over Silvie’s bare foot and touched her lips to the black woman’s toes. “Both feet,” Travis ordered. “And stay there till I tell you to move.” Maureen felt the tears spill down her cheeks as she pressed her mouth to Silvie’s other foot.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Silvie said, “married white woman down on the floor kissin my toes when she should be given her little kids their breakfast.” They watched her kneeling over Silvie’s feet. Silvie’s nipples had hardened.

Travis played with them. “You know,” he said, “Mrs. O’Donnel’s really white. Yeah, smooth white skin. I like that, the whiter the better. Shows up good next to black cocks and black feet.” Both of them chuckled. “I ain’t gonna let her get a tan, gonna keep her nice and white.”

“That’s good,” Silvie said. “She just so damn small, is all. I know the brothers gonna want her but I’m not so sure she be able to go all night.” She tapped Maureen’s head, “You can stop now.”

Travis looked at his watch. “It’s later than I thought. The Captain will be expectin her.” He nudged Maureen with his shoe, “Get up. Fix your face. Robert be here any minute to take you to the Captain.” She rose still frowning. She was anxious to brush her teeth to get the taste out of her mouth. Without saying anything, she hurried off to the bathroom.

In a few minutes she was back. Travis looked at her carefully. “Yeah, you got a sweet mouth and that’s the right color lipstick, bright red.” He nodded. “I think the Captain be pleased. But you gotta do what he say, understand?”

Maureen glanced at the photograph of her sister which was still on the kitchen table. Travis noticed. “That’s right. You gonna give this to the Captain. He probably ask some stuff about her. You answer with the truth, you hear what I’m sayin?” He held out the photo to her.

She took it. “Yes, I’ll do what you want.”

His smile and his eyes mocked her, “Yeah, we both know that now, don’t we. We both know for sure from now on you gonna do whatever I say.”

She bowed her head, “Yes, we both know,” she said softly.

“Well, you do good with the Captain, maybe I give you what you want before sendin you home. What is it you want?”

She looked up, “Please, honey,” she took a step toward him, “Please fuck me tonight before you send me home.” She looked down at the floor then back at him. “I want you so much.”

“We’ll see,” he said. They heard a car horn outside. “Give your little sister to the Captain,” he said waving her toward the door.

He’d put words to what she’d been afraid to think these past days. She remembered Travis asking her about Eileen as soon as he’d seen her photograph. He’d also wanted to know about her family. She’d told him that Eileen was probably a virgin. When he questioned her about her mother and father, she revealed that her mother was dead and that her father had a bad heart condition. Later, she was puzzled by his interest in these things. When he insisted she bring Eileen’s photograph with her this time, she knew, but refused to admit, what they wanted. Now, she felt sick in her stomach. She couldn’t do what they were going to ask. Whatever they wanted from her, she would manage, but not Eileen. There was no way she’d give them Eileen.

She started to enter the front door of the cab, but Robert jerked his thumb indicating she was to sit in the back. They drove out of the slum and into the city which, on a Sunday morning, was deserted. He stopped in front of an impressive building on 21st Street. He’d not spoken during the trip. Now, he turned to her, “It’s on the twelfth floor; Dex Incorporated. Just take the elevator. Tell the secretary that you’re Travis’ new woman.”

Deliberately, she left the photograph on the seat. Robert called her back and handed it to her, “You want some good advice? Don’t fuck with these people.”

She was glad no one was on the street. It was Sunday and her make-up and short red skirt, transparent blouse, red spike heels, and bare legs suggested she was a high class whore coming home from a night’s work.

The outer office of “Dex Incorporated” was spacious and beautifully appointed. A beautiful black secretary greeted her with a smile. “You must be Mrs. O’Donnel. Mr. Wells is expecting you.” She nodded at the framed photograph in Maureen’s hand. “I see you brought Mr. Wells a gift. That’s a good way to start.” She smiled broadly and winked. Pressing a button on her desk, she said “Mr. Wells there’s a Mrs. O’Donnel to see you.” She nodded and gestured to the door behind her.

With a sinking feeling Maureen opened it and was temporarily taken aback with the luxuriousness of the office. A thick maroon carpet covered the floor. The walls were painted a soft gray and decorated with framed photographs of outdoor scenes. Behind a huge ebony desk sat the most handsome man, black or white, she’d ever seen. He wore an expensive black silk suit and a crisp white shirt with a plain black tie. He was a big man, imposing, broad shouldered. His fine featured face reminded her of a movie star whose name she’d momentarily forgotten. His large hands were folded on the desk top. She noticed his fingernails were manicured. Although he was smiling at her, she was aware that his eyes were hard and knowing. He gestured to a wood and leather chair in front of his desk. “Please, Mrs. O’Donnel, have a seat,” his voice was deep. His offer sounded to her more like an order than an invitation.

“Thank you.” She sat, tugging her skirt down and folding her hands over the photograph on her lap.

“I understand you’re Travis’ new acquisition?”

“Well, I’m….” she felt her face turn red, “ah...we’re…Travis and I are seeing each other.”

He looked steadily at her for a moment, “No games here, Mrs. O’Donnel. You’ve agreed to be the newest whore in Travis’ little stable of whores. You’re Travis whore. Is that not correct?”

She looked down at her hands, “Yes,” she said softly, “that’s correct.”

“Good. You are certainly the prettiest of the lot, prettier than I expected. But there is the problem of your marital state, and I understand you have kids?”

Maureen thought this was very much like a job interview, “Yes, I’m married and have two children.”

“We don’t usually take women like you but when your husband becomes aware of your decision, I’m sure a divorce will quickly follow. Considering your new status, he’ll get custody of the kids. It would be foolish to object to that and drag the children into such a sticky mess. Right?”

She hadn’t thought of the consequences. The idea of losing her children terrified her. “I couldn’t let them go!” She shook her head, “Oh, no, not ever.”

There was a remote on his desk. He tapped a button. On the wall behind him a screen lit up. She was horrified to see herself being led naked into the dining room of Travis’ house. She watched as Travis fitted her with the anal plug. She heard herself say, “Put it in my ass. When I’m ready, Travis’ friends can take me there…take me in my ass.” She watched as Sammy painted a clown mouth around her lips. Then she was on the floor begging to lick his balls. After that she saw herself sucking their cocks. Each of them fucked her mouth. There were close-ups of her swallowing their cum.

Dexter turned off the video. She bowed her head and wept silently. He waited several minutes before speaking. “Now Mrs. O’Donnel,” he began gently, “you wouldn’t want a divorce court judge to watch and hear that would you?” She shook her head. “As long as you don’t make a fuss, maybe you can get visiting rights to see your kids one weekend a month. That’s all I want you to ask the judge for, just one weekend a month.”

She nodded again. “Weekends are when the high rollers come into the city. None of my whores get a weekend off, but in your case I’ll make an exception. After looking at you I decided you aren’t going to do tricks in bumfuck Riverton. I’m saving you for the guys with money. You’ll be surprised how many black men have become rich. Some, like me, are legit. Others aren’t. But they all like to be seen with a good looking young white woman. They want a good looking white woman who will do what she’s told and don’t mind a little pubic humiliation. It’s a kind of payback, you know. ” He sat back appraising her, “Yeah, just rich black guys for you. How’s that?”

In her mind, Maureen was still seeing the tape. Tears continued to run down her cheeks. “Yes,” she said, “just blacks, rich black men.”

“I’m sending you to a good doctor on Monday. He’ll give you a complete physical. You go back to see him at the end of every week. I’m also giving you a membership in a gym I own. You’ll have a trainer and workout four days a week. He’ll also tell you what not to eat. There’s a make-up artist I know. She’ll give you some lessons and then you go back once a month so as to keep in style. She’ll also pick clothes and shoes for you. She’s good.” He waited for her to say something.

Not raising her head, she nodded, “I understand.”

“Any chance of you getting pregnant?”

“No, after our last child, I had my tubes tied.”

“Good. Guys paying big bucks don’t wear rubbers. They’ll want to fuck you bareback.” He watched for her reaction. There was none. She sat there, her head bowed. The tears had stopped. He leaned forward, “Travis said you were bringing me something.” Her hands tightened on the photograph. She said nothing. He waited several moments before speaking in the same even tone, “Your father has a bad heart. He lives at 220 Adams Street in West Briarcliff. What if he were to receive a brown envelope in the mail that contains photographs of his first born daughter sucking black cock?”

She flinched as if she’d been struck. Looking up she pleaded, “Please, Mr. Wells, I beg you, for the love of God I beg you, don’t do that. It would kill him.”

He reached his hand across the desk. She gave him the photograph. He placed it in front of him. “How old is she?”

“Nineteen.”

“Virgin?”

“I think she is.”

“Natural blonde?”

“Yes, natural blonde.”

“Travis says she played a lot of sports?”

“Since junior high: track, soccer, tennis, swim team, diving team, lacrosse.”

“Good. I like women with athletic bodies. They’re flexible and have endurance. She like to watch football?”

“Yes, she’s always been a fan, especially professional football. I’m sure she knows of you. She wanted to be a cheerleader in high school but was playing soccer and lacrosse.”

He propped Eileen’s picture on his desk and looked hard at Maureen. “Listen up. Here’s what you’re to do. You take her to the dining room at the Hotel Pierre next Friday evening, 8:00 o’clock. Tell her you want her to meet me and your new boyfriend, Travis. We’ll be at a table near the back. Make the introductions. After dinner, Travis and you make some excuse to disappear. You go with him to a suite I got you in the hotel for the night.”

Maureen was staring at him in disbelief. “I couldn’t do that…couldn’t leave her like that.”

He held up the remote. “Want to watch more of the movie?”

“No! No!”

“Want your daddy to get a copy of the tape?”

“How will she get home?”

“She’ll get home. It may not be until morning, but she’ll get home.”

Maureen gripped the chair and leaned toward him, her eyes flashing angrily, “You can’t do what you’re planning! My God! She’s my little sister!”

He smiled across at her, “You can’t be so stupid, Mrs. O’Donnel. You knew the score when you brought the photograph. Did you really think I just wanted to look at a picture of your sister? I like what you brought me and I always take what I like.”

“I won’t let this happen. I’ll go to the police.”

Now he leaned toward her, his eyes narrow slits, “First you should know that just about every cop on the force owes me. Second, you should know that unless you deliver your sister to me next Friday your father will get both the photographs and the tape. I expect that will kill him. Third, after you come home from Daddy’s funeral, you better keep a close tab on your kids. Do you get my meaning, Mrs. O’Donnel?” He sat back waiting for her response.

A shudder went through her body. She held back the tears that were forming. “You wouldn’t…not the children?”

“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t think I’d have to. Knowing that you caused your father’s death and could be responsible for more would bring you around. Face it, Mrs. O’Donnel, you’re going to bring your sister to me and leave her with me. You need to remember no one forced you to come to Travis’ place. No one forced to do any of the things on the tape.”

Maureen stared into her lap for several minutes, then lifted her head. “I’ll bring her but you must promise not to hurt her, not to force her and…and not to show her the photographs or the tape.”

“I promise nothing. You still don’t get it. What are you to Travis? Say it, say the words.”

“We’re together. I…I’m his woman.”

“You’re his whore. His pretty white whore. Isn’t that what you are?”

She nodded, bowing her head, “Yes,” she whispered, “that’s what I am.”

“And that’s what your sister is going to be to me. I intend to make her my personal whore.” Maureen sat dumbly before him, trying not the grasp what he’d just said. Dexter tapped his fingers on the desk, “She got a boyfriend?” he asked.

“Yes, they love each other. They’ve just begun to talk about marriage.”

“Well the boyfriend’s got to go. Either she breaks it off with him or I’ll just make him disappear. Understand?”

“I can’t make her give him up.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that. You just bring her next Friday and leave her with me while you and Travis go off for a night of fucking.” He chuckled, “When Travis gets that dick of his in you, you’ll forget all about little sister.” She felt her face grow scarlet. She was terrified to think that maybe he was right. He chuckled again, “You’ll bring her. You’ll give her to me just like you gave me this photograph?”

“I have to. There isn’t a way out.”

“That’s right. There’s no way out.” He pushed his chair back from the desk, “Travis says you learning real fast how to suck cock. I saw on the tape how good you lick a man’s balls.” He crooked a finger at her, “Come over here and strip for me. I want to see what our new white acquisition looks like.”

Maureen’s legs trembled so much she had to lean on the desk for support. She stood in front of him and blushing furiously, took off her blouse and skirt. She noticed he was looking at her spike heels. “You sure got little feet. The brothers like that. Our women got big ugly feet.” He glanced up at her, “Keep your toes pretty the way they are now.” He sat back appraising her. “They told me you was smallish, but I didn’t think you’d be this small. It’s unusual for someone your size to do a big man like Travis. I bet the first time he fucked you he split your pussy. Right?”

“Yes. Afterwards, I noticed some blood.”

“But he made you cum, didn’t he? Made you cum good.”

Maureen remembered the fierce explosive orgasm he’d given her and his tenderness afterward. “Yes, he made me cum better than I ever had, better than I ever imagined possible.” She felt a rush of heat. Her long nipples stiffened.

“Yeah, that’s why you’re here. That’s why you belong to us. That’s why you’re bringing me your sister.” She bowed her head. “Most of our white whores like black cock all right, but they’re really in it for the money. Once in awhile we get a woman who just loves black cock and isn’t interested in the money. Black cock becomes a drug for them.” He paused and nodded, “That’s what it’s like for you isn’t it? Like a drug. You got to have it.”

For a moment Maureen forgot she was standing naked before a black stranger. She frowned, trying to assess his words. Finally, she nodded, “Yes, Mr. Wells, I don’t know how such a thing could happen in such a short time, but it’s like a drug. Travis, what he is and what he does to me is like a drug. It’s his blackness, his scent, his taste, the way he seems to own me.” She shook her head, “I’ve tried several times, tried hard to…to return to my real life, my husband and children…but…but...”

He finished her sentence, “But you belong to Travis and that’s not going to change, not ever. Now you’re going to show me your ass, and then you’re going to get on your knees and tell me you want to suck my cock.” Maureen turned and bent over. Dexter kept her like that for several minutes, “Travis said you were making yourself ready to take him in your ass. What size is that plug?”

“It’s the middle one.”

“On Wednesday I want you to insert the biggest one. Travis wants to fuck your ass on Friday.” He chuckled, “Does that please you, Mrs. O’Donnel? Does the thought of Travis big prick sliding up your ass excite you?”

“It frightens me and excites me. No one has ever…ever taken me there.”

“Well even with the big plug and plenty of KY, he’s going to split you again. But after a few more times, you’ll get to love it. I expect in a couple of weeks you’ll be on your knees begging Travis to fuck your white ass. What do you think?”

She rose and turned to face him. She knew this talk had caused her pussy to become wet. “I think that soon I will be on my knees begging Travis to fuck my ass,” she said. “I want so bad for him to want me.”

He gestured her toward him, “Get on your knees now and ask real nice to suck my cock.”

She knelt before him and without his telling her, she took the position, her hands behind her neck. She looked up at him, “Please, Mr. Wells, let me suck your cock.”

He shook his head, “Damn if you aren’t the prettiest woman in our stable. The rich brothers are going to like those long nipples. You have a soft mouth and a fine shaped ass.” She blushed at the compliment. “And your skin is so damn white and smooth. I think we’re going to ask $1,500 a night. The split will be even three ways; me, Travis, and you. Any objections?”

“No, that’s fine. But…will...will Travis…”

“Yeah, you’ll be Travis’ woman and I’m sure Travis will want you to take care of him.” He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. She was surprised to see that it was almost as long as Travis’s and seemed even thicker. Unlike Travis, he was circumcised. “Now, there’s some things your clients are going to want to hear you say and other things they’ll want to have you do. $1,500 is a lot of money. They expect a good time.”

He sat before her stroking his cock, making it hard. “What should I say?” she asked.

“Something like, ‘let me please make love to your cock.’ Then you tease it and lick it, lick the balls, under the balls, kiss it, make love to it. When he’s good and hard ask him to fuck your mouth. We get off on that; using a white woman’s mouth like it’s a cunt. You put your hands behind your back and open your mouth wide. Usually he’ll hold your head and fuck your mouth till he cums. You know. He’ll just fuck your mouth hard. You always swallow and afterwards lick him clean.”

While he was speaking she stared at his stiffening cock and felt her breath coming faster and the tingling in her stomach. Her mouth filled with saliva, and a flush came to her cheeks. She realized that simply looking at a black man’s cock aroused her more than anything ever had. She wanted it… wanted to kiss and suck it... wanted it in her mouth… wanted the hot spurts of his sperm to fill her mouth. Yes, she thought, she would swallow, always swallow the black man’s cum and always lick him clean afterwards.

When she spoke, her voice was low, husky. “Please let me make love to your cock,” she said. She got to her knees before him and looked up into his eyes. “I worship the black man’s cock. I worship your cock.”

“You’ll bring me your sister?”

“I’ll bring you my sister,” she moistened her parted lips with her tongue.

“You’ll help to make her my whore?”

“I’ll do whatever you and Travis tell me to do.”

He smiled down at her, “Are you hot, Mrs. O’Donnel?”

“Oh, God yes. You must see it, see how hot I am. Please, let me…let me love it.”

“Put your hands behind your back. Just use your mouth.”

She began by covering the length of his prick with soft tender kisses, up one side and down the other. She pressed her lips tightly over his pee hole and with the tip of her tongue licked his slit. She circled the rim of his thick cock looking up at him for approval. Her long nipples were hard. She opened her mouth wide and took as much of him into it as she could. She began to moan softly as she sucked.

“My balls,” he said. He held his cock back against his stomach. Quickly Maureen laved his heavy balls with her tongue. He slid forward so she could lick under his balls. After several minutes, he took her head in his hands and forced her to look up at him. Her mouth was wet, her lips swollen. “Do you want to worship the black man’s ass?”

She had trouble speaking, “Yes, please, I want to worship the black man’s ass,” she whispered. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and looked straight into his, “Please, I want to,” she repeated.

He stood and quickly removed his pants and shorts. He bent over the desk offering her the hard round globes of his ass cheeks. “Use your hands to part them,” he said. He smelled clean even there. She found herself remembering and wishing for the rich musky scent of Travis and the taste of his sweat. She imagined pleasuring Travis in this way. She wondered if she would be required to tongue the ass cracks of the men who bought her for the night.

Gently she separated his ass cheeks. His puckered hole was tight and smooth. She licked along the crack, avoiding the anal opening at first. Then she began to circle it with her tongue. She continued to moan but louder now. Finally, she pressed her lips over his hole and wiggled the tip of her tongue into it. She was disappointed because even there he smelled and tasted of cologne.

Suddenly, he turned around and gripping her head between his strong hands said,

“Put your hands behind your back again and tell me what you want.”

“Please fuck my mouth,” she said.

He drove his thick cock in and out savagely. She gagged and choked. The tears came to her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Still he used her mouth as if it were a cunt. Maureen felt the room spinning. There were bright white flashes of light. Her mouth was filled with his cock and it pressed against the back of her throat making it almost impossible for her to breath. Just as she thought she was going to pass out, he came in great explosive bursts. She swallowed as fast as she could, but gobs of his jism spilled from the corners of her mouth. Finally, he pulled back so that just the head of his cock remained in her mouth. “Suck it clean,” he said. “When there’s no more cum, make love to it again.” She sucked. “My prick just raped your mouth, but that doesn’t matter, does it?”

She looked up at him, tears still continued to form in the corners of her eyes. She shook her head, still sucking gently. His cock was beginning to subside. He withdrew it from her mouth. Her lips were wet and swollen. “All the black men you serve will know they can rape your mouth. They’ll know they can hurt you with their black pricks. And they will.” He leaned down and brushed her hair from her forehead. “Then, Mrs. O’Donnel what will you do when you’re on your knees before them like you are now, when you’re in pain from the hard way they fucked your mouth. What will you do? What will you feel?”

She looked up at him, “I’ll worship their cocks even more. I…I’ll feel grateful that they have allowed me to…to…give myself to them.” She paused and closed her eyes, “But I’ll also feel ashamed, terribly ashamed of what I’ve become.”

He nodded thoughtfully, “I’ve seen one or two like you before; women addicted to black men, submissive white women, women who were ashamed, but they came when we wanted them and did what they were told.” He waited a moment, letting his words register. “When you get home you’ll try to talk yourself out of it, try to convince yourself that your place is with your husband and children.” He indicated she could return to the chair opposite his desk. When she was seated, he continued, “You might even want to go back on your promise to deliver your sister to me. But it won’t work. You’re hooked, Mrs. O’Donnel. A phone call from Travis will have you where you belong.” He smiled across at her. “And where is that?” he asked. “Where do you belong?”

“I belong on my knees before Travis, or you, or any black man I’m given to.”

He smiled across at her. “That’s right. Beautifully dressed or naked, beautifully made up, perfumed, your white skin smooth, your red lips parted, and knowing that your mouth, your cunt, and your ass belong to the man you kneel before.” He gestured toward her blouse and skirt, “Now, put these on. I’ll have Robert take you home.” He watched in silence as she dressed. She felt herself blushing and wondered how she could feel embarrassed after what she’d just done. When she finished, instead of leaving, she stood before him and bowed her head. This, too, puzzled her, but it seemed the right thing to do. He rose and led her to the door where he stopped and turned her to face him. “You’ll bring your sister to me on Friday?” It was a question.

“Yes, I’ll bring her,” she said.

Robert’s cab was waiting. She opened the front door and slid in beside him. He looked at her. “How’d it go?”

She forced a half smile, “All right, I think.”

“You suck him off?”

“Yes.”

“Put your lipstick on,” he said, flipping down the mirrored visor. She dug in her purse for the tube and applied the bright red color to her mouth. She turned to him for approval. “Unbutton the top buttons of your blouse.” Quickly she unfastened them. He grunted and started the car. “You’re learnin,” he said.

They drove in silence for several miles. Not taking his eyes off the road, he asked, “What about that hot blonde, your sister? You gonna bring her to the Captain?”

She stared out the window for several moments before answering. “I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t think I can.”

“Gonna be bad for you and her if you don’t.” They didn’t speak again until he stopped in front of her house. She noticed that the station wagon wasn’t in the driveway or the garage. That meant Brian and the children had not yet returned. She looked at Robert, “Do you want the usual payment?” Instead of answering, he grabbed his crotch and nodded. “It’s Sunday afternoon,” she said. “Neighbors will be out. I can’t let them see me. There’s a new development being built at the end of the street. No one will be working today. Please, can’t we go there?” Without answering, he drove to the unpaved entrance of Crestview Condos and pulled in behind the first building. The thought of what she was about to do made her hot. She wanted his cock in her mouth.

He started to unzip when she placed her hand on his arm. “Now what?” he glared at her.

“Can we get in the back? It will be better there.”

“What the fuck for?”

“I can get on my knees for you. You’d like for me to be on my knees?”

His smile and his eyes mocked her. “Yeah, that’s how it ought to be. White bitch on her knees to suck the black man’s dick.”

When they were in the back of the cab, she kneeled before him. “Yes, this is the way I ought to be, Robert, on my knees for the black man.” She freed his cock from his pants and shorts. The sand and dirt on the floor ground into her bare knees. For the second time in the past hour she experienced the sinking feeling in her stomach and felt her nipples stiffen. She stroked his hard cock as she looked up at him. “Do you want me to lick it like the last time or do you want to…to…fuck my mouth?”

“Open,” he said.

Obediently, she clasped her hands behind her back and opened her mouth forming a bright red oval with her lips. Just as Dexter had done, he took her head between his hands and thrust his prick into the opening she offered him. His cock was neither as long nor as thick as Dexter’s. However, it smelled rancid and tasted of urine and sweat. She groaned deep in her throat even as her eyes began to tear again.

Robert came quickly, and threw his head back grunting. She swallowed his cum and holding his diminishing cock with both hands, sucked until it grew limp in her mouth. He looked down at her and nodded. She tucked his penis back inside his shorts and zipped up his pants. They got out and started around to the front. She was about to slide into the front seat when he slammed the door and locked it. He leaned toward the open window, “You supposed to thank the black man for his cum,” he said. “You didn’t so you can fuckin walk home.”

He put the car in gear and stepped on the gas. The tires kicked up a cloud of dust that left her coughing. She brushed herself off and started down the block toward her house. In the bright sunlight her naked breasts were obvious under the shear blouse. Her red “fuck-me” heels clicked on the pavement. Across the street, the Ross brothers were throwing a Frisbee. They stopped to watch her not quite sure it was Mrs. O’Donnel they were seeing. She glanced about nervously hoping no one was looking out of a window and wishing desperately that no one would come outside. Just as she reached her driveway, her neighbors, Ralph and Betty Cline, came round the corner. They stopped to stare as she ran up the walk and fumbled to get her key in the door lock.

Once inside she leaned back against the door, her legs shaking, her breathing ragged. My God, she thought, in two hours the entire neighborhood will be talking about Mrs. O’Donnel coming home at eleven o’clock on Sunday morning dressed like a high-priced whore. They would be right, and they didn’t know the worst of it.

She went straight to the bathroom to remove the hated blouse, skirt, and shoes. In the mirror she saw that her lipstick was smeared, her lips were swollen, her mascara had run. Her cornflower blue eyes looked back at her dully. Around her mouth there was a slight trace of the clown lipstick Sammy had painted there last night. Was it only last night? It seemed weeks ago.

She made the shower scalding hot and, with a stiff body brush, scrubbed until her skin was pink. As she hung the brush up, she thought of Robert, then Dex, and finally, Travis. She imagined their different cocks, glistening with her saliva. She recalled the distinctive smell and taste of each of them. Although she tried to refrain, her fingers went to the wet nub of her clitoris. Within a minute she had an orgasm that wracked her body and doubled her over.

She knew she could cum again. All she had to do was relive even a part of last night or this morning. But she heard the station wagon in the driveway. Quickly she pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. She ran down the stairs just as Sara and Billy burst excitedly through the front door, both calling her name and wanting to tell her of their adventure. She knelt, laughing and crying, to gather them in her arms. Brian stood in the doorway looking tired and sad.

That night, she refused him again. “Why,” he whined, “what’s happened to you?”

“It’s your fault,” she said. “You have only yourself to blame.”

He stood beside the bed, glaring down at her, “How is it my fault? Tell me that!”

“You paid him…paid Travis to come here and fuck me. He did and you watched him fuck me and you saw how it was.” He crossed to the doorway and turned to her, his face red with anger. Before he could speak she said, “I’ve been with him, Brian. I’ve been with him these past two weekends. I can’t help it. I’m going to him again.”

Without a word, he went downstairs to sleep on the couch. Maureen got out of bed to check on the children. They were sound asleep, Sara hugging her teddy bear, Billy curled into a chubby little ball. She couldn’t leave them. What she’d said to Brian was wrong. She kissed them both and then returned to her bed vowing she wouldn’t go back to Travis and wouldn’t take Eileen to meet Dexter Wells. My God, her sweet sister was a virgin. She was in love. What those men wanted was unthinkable. Billy and Sara needed her. She’d make it up to Brian somehow. Things would never be the same, but they could put enough back together to go on as a family. She cried herself to sleep.

In the morning after Brian had left and the school bus had picked up the children, she busied herself with laundry and cleaning, trying hard not to think of Travis.

At noon the phone rang. She steeled herself against picking up. After three rings the answering machine clicked on but whoever it was hung up immediately. She was sure it had been Travis. At one o’clock the same thing happened. She felt the familiar hollow in her stomach and her hands trembled. The phone rang again at two o’clock. The children would be home around three. She couldn’t have this happening while they were here. She hesitated, promising herself that whatever it took, she would break away from Travis and Dexter Wells and all the rest of it. She must have been insane. She couldn’t drag Eileen into this madness. More importantly her children simply had to come first. She picked up the receiver.

Just as she had expected, Travis answered. She was sure he was going to yell and curse at her and demand that she do the things she’d promised. Instead his deep voice sounded calm, even affectionate, “Hey, babe, you must of been out shoppin or somethin. I called earlier. How ya doin?”

“Fine. I...I’m fine.”

“I been thinkin about you. Right now, I got a big fucking hard-on, just from rememberin that you’re so fuckin pretty, and how soft your lips are and how hot and tight your cunt is.”

“Travis,” she began, “I’ve got something to tell you. I…”

He interrupted, “I didn’t pay you much mind last weekend, but I’ll make it up to you on Friday. The Captain got us the best suite in the hotel. I’m gonna fuck you slow and then fuck you hard and fuck you slow again. We’re gonna make love all night long, just you and me, babe, in a nice clean bed.”

“Please Travis, please listen...”

“You want that, don’t you? You want my big black cock. You think about it all the time, don’t you? You want to look pretty for me. You want to get on your knees for me. You want to kiss my cock. You want to take it in your mouth. You want to try to take it all this time. You want to smell it and taste it. You want to watch it slide into your wet cunt. You want to feel it fill you.” He paused, hearing her breathing come faster. “And when you’re really hot you’ll want me to ease it up your virgin ass. It’s gonna hurt at first but after you get used to it, you’ll be able to cum, cum good just from gettin your ass fucked. On Friday we have the whole night. Champagne and kisses. Lots of tongue kisses, Mrs. O’Donnel. Tell me that’s what you want.”

In the short time he’d been speaking, her nipples stiffened, her clit became gorged, her pussy was dripping wet. Her legs shook so bad she had to sit down. She swallowed hard trying to get control of her breathing. She couldn’t speak.

“Tell me, baby,” he repeated. “tell your main man what you want.”

“You,” she rasped, “I want you. Oh, God I don’t need this...I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t! I try…I try…for my kids…” She paused. He waited for her to continue. “I want all the things you said.” She spoke rapidly in a low desperate whisper that she didn’t recognize as her voice, “I want to get on my knees. I want your cock, your beautiful black cock. I want the smell and taste of you. I want to cover it with soft, wet kisses, and suck; suck your cock, suck it for a long, long time. I want your hot cum. I want to suck it again until it’s hard. I want to feel it inside me…inside my pussy, pounding inside me. I want you to cum inside me. Afterwards, I want to suck your black prick again, make love to it with my mouth. Then, I want it in my ass, far up in my ass. I want your lips on mine. Your your tongue…I want to suck your tongue. I want your body on top of me.” She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, “I want you to make me do things…all kinds of things. It’s wrong…it’s wrong…but…”

“You my woman? Travis’s pretty white whore?”

She put her hand on her pussy and touched her clit with a finger. “Yes, oh yes, Travis. I belong to you. I’m you’re pretty white whore.”

“Don’t you fuckin cum yet,” he said. “You’ll be there Friday and you’ll bring your sister for Dex?”

“Yes, honey, I’ll do what you say.”

“Get a good dress and heels, black. Nothin under the dress. I’ll phone you Friday afternoon.”

“Please, yes, call me.”

“And Wednesday, what are you gonna do on Wednesday?”

“The plug, the biggest one...to open me…to open me for you.”

“That’s right, baby. I want your ass.” He hung up.

She rubbed her clitoris and came so violently she fell to the floor and lay there groaning and crying. Gradually she became aware that Travis hadn’t even had to threaten her with the video tape and photographs.

By Wednesday she’d convinced Eileen to come with her to meet the famous Dexter Wells. Eileen was excited. Even as a little girl she’d been a devoted fan and had seen Wells at his prime in old video clips and had read about him. When in her teens she bought herself a jersey with Wells name and number printed on it. She was surprised that her conservative sister knew him and more surprised when Maureen told her that she’d met a friend of Wells named Travis. Eileen wanted to know more, but Maureen dodged her sister’s questions as best she could. She did, however, say that she and Brian were seriously considering a divorce. She was surprised when Eileen responded to the news by saying she’d never liked Brian. She thought he was a wimp and kind of creepy. Eileen asked if she could bring her boyfriend, Steve. Maureen explained that Mr. Wells had reserved a table for four and she’d feel awkward asking him to change it.

Early in the week she and Brian had begun to discuss the terms of a divorce. During the week she tried to avoid the children as much as possible.

On Wednesday, after speaking to Eileen and before Sara and Billy came home, she gave herself an enema then showered. She lubricated her anal opening with gobs of KY. The last plug looked twice as thick as the middle sized one. Carefully and slowly she pushed it in. At one point the pain was so unbearable she had to take it out. After resting, she tried again. When it was in, a small trickle of blood ran down the back of her leg, but her pussy was wet. Imagining Travis’s cock in her ass, she masturbated. By Friday she’d learned how to relax her sphincter muscle, but inserting the plug hurt terribly and removing it was almost as bad.

On Thursday she’d drawn out the last of the Christmas fund money. She bought a simple tight fitting black dress and new black pumps with four-inch heels. She also purchased new lipstick, gloss, mascara, and perfume. On Friday morning, she had her hair done and got a manicure and pedicure. She was going to be beautiful for Travis. She was going to be the woman he wanted her to be. She drove all other thoughts out of her head. When she felt herself weakening she repeated her mantra, “I worship Travis’ cock. I’m his woman.”

Her pussy had been wet all day. She knew all she had to do was rub it for a moment and she’d cum. She wanted to wait, wanted to let it build. The past two mornings as soon as Brian left for work she’d inserted the anal plug. It still hurt to put it in and was painful all day. The thought of Travis taking her there, sliding his huge prick into her anal passage both frightened and excited her. She had also begun to imagine being taken by other black men, strangers who were going to pay to have her. She would look beautiful for them, dress provocatively, naked under her clothes. She would let them know she belonged to them. She would crawl to them, kneel before them. It wouldn’t matter what they looked like; how fat, or old, or ugly; she would offer herself to them. She would do whatever they told her to do. She would make love to them, kiss them; kiss their mouths, their chests, their cocks, their asses, their balls, even kiss their feet. Yes, she could see herself groveling at the bare feet of the black men who owned her for the night. She would lick them, lick anywhere they wanted her to lick. Their cocks would be in her mouth, and in her pussy, and in her ass.

These imaginings, too, both frightened and brought her to a state of excitement she had never experienced before. She now fully understood and accepted the fact that she belonged to Travis. Her marriage to Brian was over. Although she tried not to think of it, she also knew that she might eventually lose her children completely. Much as she might want to return to her former life, there was no going back, not now. She touched her hard nipples and felt a shiver go through her body. She knew her pussy was dripping wet.

On Friday afternoon the phone rang at 2:00. Her mouth went dry and her heart beat faster. She sat down at the kitchen table to answer it. Travis voice had an edge to it. “What you got to say to me?”

“I’m your white woman. I belong to you. I worship your black cock.”

“I want you to be the prettiest bitch in that room tonight. You understand?’

“I’ll try Travis, honey. I bought a new dress. It’s very thin and fits tight. I won’t wear anything under it. I bought new shoes and had my nails and hair done. I’m going to look good for you, honey. You’ll be proud of me. I’ll try my best to make you want me.”

“Do your mouth bright red. Use some of that oil. Rub your body with oil and perfume. All night you’re to keep your lips parted, you know what I mean. And under the table keep your legs spread in case I want to finger your cunt.”

Just the sound of his voice made her hot. “Yes, honey. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“You been puttin the big plug in your ass?”

“Yes. I started on Wednesday. I…I ...think I’ll be open enough for you.” She paused, her breath coming fast. “I want you, honey. I want to feel your beautiful big cock in my ass.”

“Well, if you do everything right without no bitchin you’re gonna get my dick and a lot of others up your ass, in your mouth, and fuckin your cunt. The Captain thinks you’re a good lookin whore for blacks and says you’re only gonna do rich black dudes. He says there’ll be a three way split on the money you bring in.”

“But I belong to you, Travis? I’m your woman, aren’t I?”

He softened his tone, “Yeah, babe, you’re my woman long as you bring me a fat roll of greens every week.”

“I will. I promise. I…I...I’ll do the men who pay for me….I’ll do them good. They’ll want to come back. I’ll earn money for you and make you proud.”

“You bringin your sister tonight, right?”

“She agreed to come, but I’m afraid for her. She’s so trusting. So innocent. Dex, I mean, Mr. Wells won’t… show her the video tapes of me, threaten her, hurt her?”

“How fuckin dumb are you?” He sounded angry now. “You think he’s gone to all this fuckin trouble just to look at her across a table and then pay the check and send her home in a cab?” Maureen’s heart sank. My God! Eileen was her little sister! For just a moment she considered hanging up the phone. Travis was speaking. “There’s a room waitin for us, a suite of rooms in the best hotel in town. Just you and me. I got a big black cock that can stay hard all night. I got a big load of hot cum for you. Maybe a couple loads; one for your mouth one for your ass. It’s what you need. We all know that. It’s like Silvie said, you’re hooked. Admit it.”

She closed her eyes nodding sadly, “Yes,” she said, “It’s what I need. You’re what I need, Travis. You’re right, we all know that now. I’ll bring Eileen for the Captain.”

“Good. Robert will pick you up at your house around seven thirty. Then he’ll stop for your sister. Both of you better be ready, and you better be lookin real fuckin good.”

“I will Travis. You’ll be proud of me.” She paused feeling a flush come to her face and spread through her body. “Just hearing your voice makes me hot. You do that to me, Travis. Just thinking about you makes me hot and wet. I’m hot and wet now.”

“Yeah, I can tell and that’s good. One more thing. I want you to make up a little speech about worshipin my dick; about what you gave up to be my woman, you know?”

She thought for a moment of all that she was ready to sacrifice and suddenly it seemed like too much. She couldn’t speak.

“I can’t fuckin hear you,” Travis was becoming angry.

“Yes, honey,” she said, “I’ll do that…make up a speech. I’ll do whatever….” Before she could finish, the phone clicked and he was gone.

Brian had taken the children to his mother’s again. A little after seven, Maureen stood before her mirror. The black dress clung to her body. It was obvious she had nothing on under it. Her pale skin was coated with a sheen of oil. The black pumps, although new, felt comfortable. Their high heels accentuated her small ankles and the curve of her calf muscles. Her bare legs contrasted sharply with the black shoes and skirt. She had applied her make-up meticulously. Just as Travis had ordered, her full lips were a bright red. The gloss caught the light and caused them to look wet and glisten. Her bright blue eyes were alive with excitement. When she moved in the tight dress, it appeared almost as if she were naked. She felt confident she would be the prettiest woman in the place tonight. She was sure Travis would be pleased.

Promptly at seven thirty Robert’s cab pulled into the driveway. She grabbed her purse and hurried out to it. He motioned for her to get into the back seat. The night was warm and humid. Before they started, Robert flicked on the overhead light and turned to look at her. His face was unexpressive, his gaze direct. She felt the color rise to her cheeks. “Spread,” he said.

She parted her legs. “Show me,” he ordered. She pulled her dress back over her thighs and spread her legs wider. “What are you showin me? Say the words.”

“My cunt, Robert. I’m showing you my cunt.”

“You like showin me your cunt?”

“Yes, Robert, I like showing you my cunt.”

“Yeah, your juicy white cunt belongs to the black man now, don’t it?”

She closed her eyes to avoid his, “Yes, Robert,” she said, “my…my cunt belongs to the black man.” She opened her eyes, the excitement was gone from them, replaced by resignation and something sad. “I belong to the black man now.” She closed her legs and tugged her dress down.

She saw in his mocking smile that he felt superior, that he knew she could no longer resist, that she had surrendered herself to them. “You got to remember that when you in the company of a black man, any black man, you keep your legs spread. You let him know that’s how you supposed to do and you spreadin for his pleasure.” He waited for her response.

She parted her legs again. “I’m sorry Robert. There’s much I need to learn.”

“Yeah, and how you let the black man know you always ready to suck his cock?”

“I keep my lips parted.”

“That’s right.” He turned around and started the car. Glancing at her occasionally in the rear view mirror, he continued to torment her, “How many times you suck my cock, Mrs. O’Donnel?”

“Twice, Robert. I did it twice.”

“You like it? Did you like takin my black dick in your pretty mouth? Like the way it feel?”

Maureen remembered how long and thin and smooth his cock was, “Yes, Robert, I liked it. I liked how it felt.”

“Yeah, it was nice seeing your pretty white fact down there and your red lips slidin up and down my stiff prick. I liked the way you tongued the tip and licked around the rim. Who taught you that? You do that way for your husband?”

“No one taught me and I never did that for my husband.”

“Well, then, you got a natural talent for suckin cock. Your mouth fills up with hot spit real quick. I spect you get off suckin the black man’s cock?”

She could feel her pussy moisten, “Yes, Robert, it excites me.”

He drove in silence for a few minutes. She saw him looking in the mirror. She parted her legs wider. He nodded, “That’s right. I see you startin to cream already. All this talk got me a world class hard-on. If I wasn’t takin you to the Captain I’d have you come up here and suck me off, nice and slow, take my cum. Would you do that?”

“Yes, Robert, you know I would.”

“That’s good to hear.”

After they had gone a few blocks she leaned forward and spoke tentatively, “Robert, you won’t say anything to my sister…I mean about me…the things I’ve done?”

He grunted, “No, I won’t. Captain’s orders. I ain’t sayin nothing.”

“Please Robert, when my sister gets in the cab, may I put my legs together?”

He nodded, “That be all right.”

He seemed to know exactly where Eileen and her father lived. He pulled up at the curb and honked the horn. For several moments Eileen stood in the open doorway apparently speaking to her father. She wore a beautiful off the shoulders white linen dress, matching heels and purse. Her golden hair shimmered in the light. Her body was tanned and, like Maureen, she’d rubbed it with oil. Robert stared at her, “Damn, she’s one good looking bitch!” he said softly.

For a moment, Maureen felt the old resentment of her sister rise up. Although both of them were pretty, Eileen always got the most attention. Eileen with the long blonde hair, the wide smiling mouth, the eternal tan, the athletic body. She remembered Travis’s words, “I want you to be the prettiest woman in the place tonight.” Until now, she was certain she would be. Eileen was coming down the walk, a little unsteady in the unfamiliar heels. Robert turned back to Maureen, “The Captain gonna do her real good tonight. Little sister ain’t ever gonna be the same.”

Maureen shook her head, “No, she won’t ever be the same.” She was surprised that the thought pleased her.

Eileen bounded into the taxi excitedly and laughing, “My God, Maureen, I can’t believe I’m actually going to have dinner with Dex Wells! He’s been my favorite sports hero since I was a little girl!”

Maureen pitied her trusting sister and at the same time felt a wave of guilt. She forced a smile, “He’s every bit as nice as he seems in those television interviews.” She patted Eileen’s knee, “And handsome. He doesn’t look much older than when he played for the pros, just more distinguished.”

Impulsively, Eileen hugged her sister, “Oh gosh, I hope I look all right. I hope I don’t say something stupid.” She sat back, “What about your date, this Travis? Was he on the team with Dex? I don’t remember his name.”

“No, they’re just friends and I guess you could say business partners,” Maureen smiled wanly.

Eileen leaned closer and whispered, “He’s not black is he? I mean if you’re going with him…you know…”

Maureen turned her head to look out the window. “Yes, he’s black,” she said. “He’s very black.”

“But…but…how could you? I mean a black man…” Eileen started to protest.

They had pulled up in front of the hotel. Robert didn’t move. Maureen opened the door and slid out. Eileen followed. Inside, at the far end of the dining room they saw Dexter and Travis at a secluded table. Eileen stopped and grabbed Maureen’s arm. “That big ugly man with Mr. Wells, he’s not Travis? He’s so fat and so…so ugly and mean looking!”

“Yes, that’s Travis,” Maureen’s heart was pounding and she felt her face flush and a ripple of heat spread through her body.

“But...but...Maureen, he’s gross. How could you…how can you,” Eileen protested.

Maureen looked directly at her sister, “I could and I can,” she said quietly. “And I want to.” She moved toward the table before Eileen could speak.

The men didn’t stand. Maureen made the introductions. When she sat, Travis tapped her leg. She looked at him quickly and whispered, “I’m sorry.” She spread her legs and remembered to keep her lips parted. Under the table his rough hand moved along her inner thigh. She wished he would touch her wet pussy but he didn’t. “You lookin good, babe,” he said, “but your pretty blonde sister gets the prize.”

Eileen giggled delightedly when Dexter agreed. During dinner Dexter was charming. He told funny locker room stories about his years in the NFL. Maureen noticed that the waiter kept Eileen’s wine glass full. He filled her own glass only once. Eileen, in her nervous excitement, kept drinking.

Travis had ordered baby lamb chops. He held them in his hands and ate the last of the meat off the bones. Maureen saw Eileen look away then back at her, frowning. Travis noticed. Deliberately, he placed two fat greasy fingers on Maureen’s lower lip. Maureen glanced at her sister who was staring wide-eyed. Maureen looked up at Travis and parted her lips. Travis slid his fingers between them. Maureen closed her eyes and sucked his fingers clean.

Eileen turned toward Dexter about to protest. He smiled at her. “It’s OK,” he said as he filled her glass. “When a woman does that, it’s a way of her saying she loves her man. She’s telling him she belongs to him. Your sister is happy to do whatever old Travis wants.”

Travis nodded and withdrew his fingers from Maureen’s mouth. He put his hand under the table and squeezed her thigh. “That’s true, ain’t it babe? That’s the way it is between you and me, right?”

“Yes, Travis honey.”

“Tell your sister,” Travis said.

Maureen looked across the table at Eileen, “I do whatever he wants me to do, Eileen.” She glanced up at Travis, “Anything,” she said. She looked back at Eileen, “I’m his woman now. I belong to him.”

Travis put his arm around her and placed his huge hand over her breast. He grinned across at Eileen. “Your pretty sister is learning a whole new way,” he said. “Ain’t that right, babe?” He squeezed her breast.

Maureen nodded, “It’s not like with Brian,” she explained. It’s different. A lot different.” She stared steadily at her sister. “He’s training me. Travis is training me to be his woman.”

Eileen quickly finished her wine. There was an awkward moment of silence. She looked at Dexter who smiled at her and gently placed his index finger on her lip. She jumped slightly as if shocked. Frowning, she began to shake her head. Dexter leaned close to her ear. “Open,” he whispered. Frightened, she looked up into his face. The color rose to her cheeks. His eyes burned into hers. “Open,” he repeated. She parted her lips. He slid his finger into her mouth, then pushed it out and in a few times. She didn’t resist. Staring into her eyes he said, “Suck it, Miss Eileen, suck it nice.” They could see that she was moving her tongue around and over his finger. When he withdrew it, her breath was coming faster and her face was flushed.

Dexter put his hand under her chin, tilting her head up. “You ever do that for your boyfriend?”

She shook her head, “Oh my Gosh, no…I…I…we….”

He put his arm over her bare shoulder and drew her close to him. “I think we’re going to get along just fine. What do you think?”

She saw that Maureen and Travis were looking at her waiting for her to answer. “I don’t…I mean…we just met. I don’t really know you…and…and…”

Dexter held his wine glass to her lips. Looking up at him with both fear in her eyes and a kind of childlike wonder, she drank.

When she finished he leaned toward her, and tilted her head up. “Open,” he said. She parted her lips. The kiss lasted a long time. When it ended he looked across at Maureen and Travis. “I think Eileen is ready. What do you think?”

Travis smiled, “Looks to me like she is.”

Dexter turned to Eileen and pulled her closer. “What does the little sister think?” He asked. Eileen seemed almost in a trance. She still stared up at him, her breath coming fast. He placed his hand on her cheek, “”Are you ready, baby? Tell me,” he whispered loud enough for them to hear. Eileen turned slightly away and bowed her head. He slid his hand down slowly along her shoulder and dress until he cupped her breast. She shivered and made a little sound, but didn’t move. He whispered something to her they couldn’t hear.

She flinched, startled, “Oh, my...no…I’ve never…” she stuttered. She glanced at Maureen who turned toward Travis. Dexter squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger. She looked up at him, “Please, don’t,” she said breathlessly.

He lifted his hand to her chin again, tilting her head up and leaning closer. “We both know what you want, baby, don’t we?” She parted her lips as he pressed his over them.

Travis excused himself saying he needed the Men’s Room. He nudged Maureen who immediately said she had to go too. As she was leaving, she glanced back at Eileen who seemed small and vulnerable next to Dexter. He held both of Eileen’s hands and was speaking seriously to her. Eileen’s face was flushed but she was nodding slowly in agreement.

In the Ladies Room Maureen fixed her make-up and spread a coating of fresh gloss over her bright red lips. Travis was waiting when she came out. Instead of going back to the dining room, they took an elevator to the twelfth floor. Travis fondled her ass, “You got the plug in, the big one?”

“Yes, honey. I think I’m open enough for you.”

Travis nodded, “You did good bringin your sister for Dex. Don’t look like she gonna give him much trouble.” They walked down the hall to room number 1200 and stopped before the door. “This is a suite, the best one in the hotel.”

Maureen smiled up at him, “I’ve been thinking about this all week. Just you and me Travis.” She put her hands on his chest and got on her tiptoes, tilting her face up to be kissed. He pushed her away and took from his pocket a thick black leather blindfold, which he dangled in front of her.

“It ain’t gonna be just you and me, least not yet,” he said unsmiling.

Her eyes widened in fright, “Oh, please Travis…” she began.

Roughly he grabbed her upper arms and slammed her against the wall. “Don’t start no shit,” he said angrily. “We gonna party first; me and a bunch of other guys. Can you guess who the entertainment gonna be?” He glared down at her. She turned away, the tears starting to form. “Travis, you promised,” she said softly.

He took her chin in his hand and squeezed painfully. “You’re my woman. You do what the fuck you’re told.”

She bowed her head. After a moment she brushed away the tears and looked up at him. “Yes, I belong to you, Travis. I’ll do what you say.” He held up the blindfold. She nodded. He placed it over her eyes and tied it tight. She heard him rap on the door which opened immediately. Guiding her to a straight back chair he told her to sit. “Legs spread, lips parted,” he reminded her. She heard expressions of approval and sensed the men gathering around her. They had been drinking. She heard chink of ice in glasses. She thought she detected shoes and trousers being removed.

She imagined the group of black men forming a half circle around her. They would be almost naked now and holding their stiffening pricks. Just looking at her would make them hard. She liked knowing she had the power to make their pricks hard. She knew their pricks would stay hard because she was pretty, and naked under her dress, and because they sensed she was in heat and wanted them. She knew she was beautiful. She knew how black men lusted after beautiful, young white women. And tonight they had one. She was young, and beautiful, and white. Tonight she was theirs and they knew it. They would want her. They would want to take her again and again. And they would also want to humiliate and perhaps even hurt her. Each one of them would take her two or three times tonight. Their great black cocks would glisten with her spit and her pussy juice. They would shoot their thick cum on her face and body and in her cunt and in her ass and her mouth. She could feel her secretions oozing from her cunt and realized they could see it. They knew she was hot. They knew she wanted them.

She flinched as someone placed a sweaty hand on her shoulder. “Ah, Trav, you and Dex sure brought us a prime piece; young, white, pretty. Her little bald cunt’s already oozing.” He put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up. “She got a mouth made for suckin cock. It’s nice and wet and the way she keeps it open like that. You got her trained, Trav, got her trained right. Does she suck cock good?”

“Tell him, babe,” Travis said.

She swallowed and tried to bring her breathing under control, “I try, yes I try to…to do it…to suck, I mean. I try to suck good.”

“You like the taste of the black man’s cum?” His hand moved across her back.

“Yes…I like the taste. I like it….like the taste of the black man’s cum.”

He put both hands on her shoulders. Slowly, he moved them down and under the square neck of her dress. His hands were hot on her bare breasts. With the thumb and forefinger of each hand he pinched her nipples. She drew in her breath and tried to suppress a groan. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “You like that too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said.

“If you want kissed, tilt your head back and turn toward me. And ask.”

She did as he directed. “Please kiss me,” she said. His mouth brushed hers and his tongue slid between her parted lips. While he squeezed her nipples, she sucked it.

As soon as he stepped away she felt another hand on her bare leg. Her dress was pushed back. Someone spoke to Travis, “We understand she brought her little sister for Dex to play with. That true?”

“Ask her,” Travis said.

The man who had spoken asked, “Is it true you give up your sister to old Dex to fuck?”

Maureen felt someone on the floor in front of her and gasped as bony fingers circled her ankle and then pointed fingernails trailed along her calf. “Yes, I brought my sister to…to…the Captain.” Her face was flushed and her breathing was heavy.

She heard Travis laugh then he spoke, “What you think gonna happen to your baby sister? Tell us.”

The fingernails teased her inner thigh and brushed lightly over her pussy. She gasped and involuntarily spread her legs wider. “I…I…think he’ll take her…make her his.”

“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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