Contrasts (12 page)

Rona nodded, “Yeah, let him use your mouth like it was your cunt. Make a seal with your lips. Wrap them around it tight. Tease his balls with your fingers. Think about the cum inside them. Think about his hot jizz shooting into your mouth. Hunger for the taste of it. Learn to worship his balls. That’s where your greatest pleasure comes from. Yeah, that’s your reward, swallowing your black man’s cum. Imagine laying between his legs and sucking him all night long. Imagine you are his cocksucking slave. Take pride in how you are able to pleasure him.”

Except for her low whispery voice it seemed as if Rona had disappeared. Ann was conscious only of the taste and feel of the cock that slid in and out of her mouth and of the musky scent of the powerful black man she was servicing. Even though her lips were tightly sealed around his cock, some of her saliva ran down his shaft and onto his swollen balls.

She felt him go tense. Beside her she could hear the excitement in Rona’s voice, “Hold the base of his cock. Suck it, draw your cheeks in. Move your head faster, faster, choke, slobber, work it, work it! You want his cum.” Her words became a rhythmic chant, “You want his cum. Say it to yourself, ‘I want his cum, I want his cum, I want his cum!’”.

Rona’s words had entered Ann’s head before Rona said them. Not looking up at the black man now, she concentrated on sucking him harder and faster, trying to take more of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue, her mouth filling over and over with saliva, her body sweating, her pussy oozing her juices, and in her mind repeating, “I want his cum, I want his cum, I want his cum...”

Suddenly she felt his cock jerk and heard him groan as his powerful orgasm began to explode in her mouth. Sticky, wild spurts of his cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, but his cock kept shooting what seemed like rivers of hot rich sperm. Some dribbled from the corner of her mouth. She was looking up at him again trying to show him how grateful she felt. The spurts of jizm continued longer than she thought possible. His thick pearly white cum tasted like he smelled, musky and pungent.

“Milk it,” Rona was saying. “Squeeze his cock; get the last drop of his cum.” Ann took her mouth from the head of his cock and tightened both hands around his shaft and slid her hands up. She watched a bubble of opaque jizm emerge from his pee hole and become a glutinous strand that started to ooze down the underside of his cockhead. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she stuck out her tongue and lapped up the last bit of his cum before parting her lips to take the head of his cock into her mouth once more.

“That’s it,” Rona said. “Always clean the black man’s cock after he cums in your mouth. Lick it clean. Let him see that you are grateful and thank him.”

Ann licked her own lips knowing the taste of him would be in her mouth for a very long time. As his beautiful cock began to subside she continued to kiss and lick it. She also kissed and licked his balls once more. After a time he nodded. She inched back, “Thank you,” she said.

“That was the best,” he smiled down at her. “I can’t believe you haven’t been doing that all your life.” Ann felt herself blushing.

Rona frowned. “You can’t say the white bitch is better than me!”

Laughing, Danny held up both hands, “I don’t want to get in the middle of no cat fight. Rona, you’re an exceptional teacher. Let’s leave it at that.”

“Yeah, well now she knows how to suck black cock, but she ain’t gonna suck yours no more.”

Danny stood and held out his hands to lift Ann up. “Rona can be awfully bossy for a teenager,” he said. He looked for a moment into Ann’s eyes and was about to say something more, but thought better of it. He let go of her hands and giving Rona a friendly slap on the ass made his way out of the living room and down the hall.

Rona turned back to Ann. “He’d be playin first string with the Giants right now only he’s too damn sweet. Ain’t mean enough.” She gestured toward the hallway, “Fix up your face and get your wimp husband. He’s gonna drive you to Watts’ place.” She wrote the address on a card and handed it to Ann. “It’s a penthouse apartment over on Fifth Avenue up by the park. Basement garage like here. Paulie is to wait in the car. You push the penthouse button for the private elevator.”

A half hour later Ann found herself in the huge living room of Watts’ apartment. It was tastefully furnished in very expensive modern. Modular couches surrounded a massive fireplace, tall windows looked out over Central Park, and abstract paintings decorated the walls. Along one wall was an elegant bar. In front of a pair of the windows was a round cocktail table and two leather armchairs. Watts greeted Ann as the elevator door opened onto the apartment and directed her to one of the chairs at the cocktail table. There were wine glasses on it and an open bottle of chardonnay and ice bucket as well as another open bottle of merlot on the table. After Ann was seated, Watts stood beside his chair, “As they say in Billy Joel’s song, a bottle of red and a bottle of white. Which do you prefer?”

Ann was somewhat taken aback by his graciousness, “White this time, thank you.” Her dress stuck to her and was spotted with either her spittle or Danny’s cum. Her lips were swollen. She saw that he had noticed. She was sure Rona had phoned him with all the particulars as soon as they’d left her place.

Watts poured a chardonnay for her and a merlot for himself. Holding both up, he said “Contrasts,” and chuckled. He sat down and leaned back appraising her. “Rona tells me you had an instructive morning.”

She felt her cheeks redden. She didn’t know how to respond. “I...I...he...he was...”

“Danny’s a fine young man. Too good for Rona, but don’t tell her I said that.

She seemed somewhat upset about how quickly you learned and how satisfied her boyfriend was with your service. I think she’s a bit jealous. What did you think of Danny?”

Again the color rose to her cheeks, “He was a...a...gentleman and is very nice looking.”

“Yes. We’ve invited him to become a member of the NWS, but he declined. Usually we reserve our white women for members, but occasionally we bend that rule. Of course you are available to any black man who recognizes the tattoos and bracelet and wants you, provided you aren’t on your way to service one of our members.”

“Yes, I know the rules,” she said.

He sipped his wine and smiled. “Well now, Mrs. Gardner, since we last spoke you’ve had a taste, shall we say, of two black men. How was it?”

“What do you mean?”

“How do you feel about those experiences?”

“Degraded, humiliated and degraded,” she said

“Well, of course. That’s the common initial reaction. I expect in time it will change. Did you feel equally humiliated and degraded by both encounters?”

“No...not both.” He waited for her to explain. “The boy, Darnell, made me feel that way. Today I don’t know. I seem to have lost my head. I was not myself....sort of transported....I can’t explain it.”

“But were you aroused? Were your nipples hard? Was your pussy wet? Honest answers, Mrs. Gardner.”

She looked away, then back across at him, “Yes to all three.”

“Did Danny make you cum?”

She knew that he knew the answer, “No I just...I just did him.”

“Sucked him off you mean?”

“Yes, sucked him off.”

“Why do you think that sucking him off aroused you, transported you as you say?”

“I don’t know. I’d never done that before.” She paused. He waited. “Danny was so handsome, so manly and at the same time sweet, gentle.”

“But your husband must have been all of those things at least when you married him?”

“Yes, in a way, but this was different.”

“Perhaps it was the contrast?” He pointed to the two bottles of wine. “That’s where the excitement lies, Mrs. Gardner, it lies in the contrasts. Think of the best books, plays, movies, the real joy of life grows out of contrasts. The excitement of life grows out of contrasts: good and evil, young and old, peace and violence, adventure and boredom, kindness and cruelty, rich and poor, intelligent and stupid, sensitive and insensitive. Danny’s black cock in your white mouth.” Her cheeks were burning. She nodded. Watts leaned forward, “But your nipples didn’t stiffen and your pussy didn’t moisten when Darnell fucked you in your own bed?”

She was slow to respond. She wanted to lie, but knew Watts would know. “Yes, I was...was aroused.”

“In fact he made you cum twice. Why do you suppose that happened?”

“I don’t know. He’s a young thug, crude, demanding, arrogant, ugly, and I’m his teacher. I had him suspended from school because of his despicable behavior and here he was ordering me around in my own house, making me....making me...” she couldn’t finish.

“How many times during your marriage has Paul given you an orgasm? The truth, Mrs. Gardner.”

“Never. He’s never.”

“Yet here is this boy, who is, I agree, all the things you’ve called him, here is this young thug who gives you two orgasms in as many hours. I ask again. How is that possible?”

“I don’t know. I wish I did, but I don’t.

“Contrasts, Mrs. Gardner, contrasts. Danny is your age, he’s educated, handsome, clean, and, to use your word, sweet. Except for the color difference he’s much like you. Now, consider Darnell: black/white, young/older, ignorant/intelligent, ugly/beautiful, arrogant/reserved, dirty/clean, rough/gentle, demanding/obliging, mean/kind, cold/warm, selfish/generous, uncaring/empathetic....I could go on, but you get the idea. The contrasts between you and Darnell are endless and dramatic. Add to those his loutish behavior toward you in your classroom and the fact that he was in your house and naked in your bed with you, and you were naked in his arms kissing him.”

Ann was silent for several moments. “If what you are saying is true....”

He cut her off and finished the sentence, “it’s no mystery why he made you cum twice.”

“That wasn’t what I intended to say, but if it’s true then the more someone differs from me the more sexually stimulated I should be.”

“Precisely.”

“But this afternoon with Danny, I was very aroused.”

“Yes and if Danny had fucked you I expect you would have orgasmed, but not twice in two hours. If Danny were fucking you regularly you eventually would settle for one orgasm a week.”

She frowned, “I’m not so sure.”

“The more contrasts and the more dramatic they are the more orgasms you will experience. Trust me, Mrs. Gardner.” He finished his wine and poured another glass and filled hers. “So, you got yourself in a hot sweat with Rona’s boyfriend this afternoon, but you haven’t been fucked today. We try to see that all of our white women get fucked at least once a day.”

“You mean....”

“Oh no, Mrs. Gardner, not me. I’m never intimate with our white women. I’m absolutely faithful to my wife, Tina. She’s in Florida visiting her mother who’s in a nursing home. She’ll be back next week. I’ve told her about our new acquisition. She wants to meet you.” He stood and crossed the room to press a button next to the elevator door. He pressed another button by the fireplace and suddenly it lit with what looked like real logs, the flames giving off heat and light. He turned and smiled at her.

“We’re about to put my theory to a test,” he said.

She started to stand, “Oh please, no...I’m not...not...”

He motioned her to stay seated. “When our guest arrives you are to cross to greet him with a kiss, part your lips and receive his tongue. You are to lead him to the couch, pour him a glass of red wine, encourage him to feel your tits and finger your cunt which by then, I assure you, will be hot and wet. You will ask him to undress you. When you are naked, you will ask if you may undress him. When he is naked, you will kneel before him and ask to suck his cock. I see you’re still wearing the ponytail hair clip. When he’s hard you will beg him to fuck you.”

She looked around for a door, but there was only the closed entrance to the elevator shaft. Watts put both hands on the cocktail table and leaned forward so that his face was just inches from hers. His eyes were hard bright pinpoints. “You signed the contracts. Your services are costing the NWH well over half a million dollars. There’s a prison sentence hanging over your head. Then there are two frail old folks out on Long Island.” He paused and continued to stare at her. “Now goddamnit, you will do exactly as I said. Do you understand?”

She bowed her head. “Yes, I do.”

“Wrong answer.”

“Yes, Master, I understand.” They heard the elevator stop and watched as the door slid open. Ann’s hands flew to her mouth and she stifled a scream. A horribly grotesque little black man lurched toward them, toothless and grinning hideously. He looked emaciated. His squinting eyes quickly found Ann and never left her even though he was muttering something unintelligible to Watts. He stopped in the middle of the room.

Watts crossed to stand behind Ann and lift her out of her chair. “He’s waiting for your embrace and kiss.”

Ann turned away, “Oh God no....I can’t....please....I honestly can’t.”

Watts spun her to face him and slapped her so hard her head flew back. Her face was fiery red where his hand had struck her. “You are forgetting your purpose, Mrs. Gardner. You’re forgetting three hundred and fifty years of slavery. You’re forgetting the countless whippings and rapes, the thousands of lynchings, the endless poverty and humiliation, the terrifying abuse even after slavery ended.” She started to step back, but he grabbed her arms threw her onto the chair. Leaning over her, his face livid, he continued, “For hundreds of years pretty young women like you, most of them with husbands, were forced to submit to heartless masters and their imbecile sons, many of whom were more disgusting and infinitely more cruel than Elijah here.” He waved a hand at the old man. “The reason you are here, Mrs. Gardner, is to pay a very small amount of retribution.” He stepped back glaring at her, “You are also to receive a very limited sense of what it meant to be a slave so that should you continue to teach you’ll be able to better understand the slaves’ journey through the history of these United States. Finally, there is the question of the power of contrasts in generating sexual excitement.”