Maureen's Choice (5 page)

“Show me your tits,” he said. She pulled the capped sleeves off her shoulders and pushed the top of the dress down until her breasts were bared for him. The long pink nipples became darker and stuck straight out. “You like showin me your tits?”

She had trouble speaking, “Yes, yes I do,” she said.

“That necklace and ankle bracelet of yours says you a white woman for blacks. Is that true?”

“Yes, it’s true.”

“I take that to mean you give yourself only to the black man. Maybe since you had some black cock you got to lovin it, maybe more than lovin it. I heard of some white women who worship black cock. Is you one of them?”

“I…I’m not sure,” she stammered. He leaned forward. She could see the anger in his eyes. “Yes, yes, I guess I am,” she said..

“Any black man ever leave his mark on you?”

“No, I don’t know what…”

“I want you to take this fingernail you made clean,” he held the finger out to her again, and mark one of your tits.”

Maureen felt a wave of heat spread over her breasts and flow down to her crotch. She moved closer between his legs and took the extended finger between her hands again. Looking up at him she said, “Please, I don’t…don’t know how….”

“Make a mark.” She continued to look up at him puzzled. “Draw blood,” he said.

She looked down at his finger then back at him. He placed the tip of his finger against her lips. She kissed it. “Tell me what you want,” he said.

“Your mark. I want your mark on my breast.”

“Then do it,” he ordered.

She inched closer and, holding his finger tightly with one hand, she placed the pointed nail under the nipple of her left breast. With her other hand she held the breast steady. Closing her eyes, she quickly pushed the fingernail up slightly breaking the skin. A thin trickle of blood ran over the nail and the tip of Mufta’s finger and then down her breast.

Mufta put his finger in his mouth and sucked it. “Now I got a white woman’s blood in my veins ,” he said. He handed her a Kleenex. “And what you got, Mrs. O’Donnel?”

She dabbed at the cut and wiped the blood from her breast. “I have your mark,” she said.

“You ain’t Sam’s woman. He just paid for you for tonight, ain’t that right?”

“I belong to Travis, Travis Henry. I’m his woman.” Just saying that she belonged to Travis caused a wave of heat to wash over her body. “Sam paid to have me for fifteen hours.”

“How much?”

“He said a hundred dollars an hour. Fifteen hundred.”

“Sam ain’t got that kind of money. He must of killed somebody.” Maureen was silent. The thought that she might be forced to take a killer back into her house had been uppermost in her mind all night.

Mufta leaned back in the chair and nodded thoughtfully, “So, you is Travis’s woman. He’s a big mean bastard I got no fuckin use for. How long you knowed him?”

“Two weeks.” It was hard for her to believe two short weeks ago she’d been a normal, contented wife and mother living in a nice suburban all white neighborhood.

“You should know my name ain’t Mufta. That’s a nickname, something the brothers made up. My name’s Clifford Fell.”

It occurred to her she might persuade him to take her away from Sam. She moved closer between his legs and rose up pressing her body against his, “Kiss me, please,” she

whispered, “I liked the way you kissed me at the bar.” She parted her lips to receive his tongue. She sucked it and moaned deep inside. They kissed again and a third time. She could feel the secretions ooze from her cunt. She nuzzled his ear, “I’m yours, your pretty white woman. Oh God, I want you to fuck me. Please let me make love to you.” She unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans and tugged them down along with his soiled shorts. The scent of him was strong. She knelt at his feet and removed his shoes and then his socks. Kneeling there at his feet, she looked up at him, “Tell me, tell me what you want,” she said. She put her hands on his knees, “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Start on my balls. Kiss them. Tongue kisses.”

Tenderly Maureen cupped his balls and bent her head over them. They swelled, the black skin stretching and shining where her mouth touched it. She paused for a moment holding his thick cock back against his belly. He nodded at her, “Tell me what you’re doin,” he said.

“I’m kissing my black lover’s balls. I’m kneeling at his feet kissing his balls. I’m asking him to please let me lick them.” She wet her lips and still looking up at him, parted them and kiss his balls gently. She lifted her head, “Please let me lick them.”

“Yeah, baby, lick my balls. And lick underneath too.” She bent lower and, with the flat of her tongue, licked the space between his black hole and the base of his balls. “That’s right,” he sighed. “This how sposed to be. Beautiful young white woman on her knees lickin the black man’s balls.”

She stopped to look up at him, her mouth wet, her eyes misty, “Yes, honey, this is how it’s supposed to be. This is where I’m supposed to be, on my knees to you.”

She continued to lick his balls and kiss them while looking up into his face. He kept her there for a long time before saying, “Now, suck my cock. Suck it good. You want my cum?”

“Yes, please I want it. I want all of it.” His cock filled her mouth. She felt it slide over her tongue and probe the back of her throat. He didn’t fuck her mouth but, instead, allowed her suck him. He let her make love to his prick. She licked its length. She ran her tongue along the indentation at the base of his cockhead. She teased the underside of his cockhead by flicking it with the tip of her tongue. She looked into his eyes while she lovingly kissed his pee hole. His cock glistened with her saliva. In the blue light it looked even blacker than it was. She held it tenderly between her hands then took all of it into her mouth and milked it, sucking hard, swirling her tongue over it, moaning with pleasure. He jerked and cried out as he filled her mouth with hot spurts of jism. She kept his prick in her mouth and sucked until she’d drained him. When he withdrew from her mouth she continued to cover his cock with soft, gentle kisses.

He leaned back smiling slightly as he looked down at her. “You keep that up you gonna make it hard again and I’m gonna have to fuck you.”

She stroked his limp cock. “Please, honey, take me out of here. We can go to a motel. You can fuck me all night. She pressed her bare breasts against his stomach and kissed his chest. “You can fuck my mouth and my…my cunt and my ass. We can make love all night long.” She moved up and whispered into his mouth, “I want you. I want you so bad.” She had to convince him to take her out of here, to take her away from Sam. “I’ll make you hot, honey, you’ll see. I’ll be better than any woman you’ve ever had.” She pressed her lips against his and slid her tongue into his mouth.

When they parted, he pushed her down to a kneeling position and kept his hands on her shoulders. “That Sam is a mean motherfucker. He paid for you. And Travis, he’s another mean motherfucker. And Dex, he’s meanest of all but don’t show it. You fixin to get old Mufta killed, that’s for sure.” He gestured toward the sink. “Make yourself look good. We been here half an hour, which was supposed to be ten minutes. Sam gonna be mad as hell.” He quickly dressed. At the door he turned to her, “Best not to let Sam see my mark on you,” he said and closed the door behind him.

Maureen stood at the mirror over the sink watching the tears form and spill down her cheeks. Louis had been right. Before long she’d be in her own bed with Sam. Sam would make her suck his cock, then he would fuck her; fuck her hard; fuck her cunt and her ass. She drove from her mind thoughts of what else he might do. Quickly she wiped the tears from her face and applied her make up. She paused before opening the door. It had been more than half an hour. Sam would be angry. Everyone in the place would turn and look at her knowing why she’d taken the three men into the room with the blue light.

As she passed them, Rashid and Mufta ignored her. Neither of them looked up from their drinks. At the far end of the bar, Sam was glaring at her. She felt sick in the pit of her stomach. She slid up on the barstool next to him and handed him the money. He counted it. “You kept that last bastard in there thirty minutes. It was a hundred and fifty for ten minutes. How much he give you?”

“I’m sorry, Sam. We were just talking most of the time. I only asked for a hundred and fifty.”

He spun her around to face him, “That mistake gonna cost you when we get back to your house,” he said.

She reached across to place her hand on his. “Please Sam, don’t…,” she began. “Can’t we just go to a motel?”

He leaned close to her, “No more fuckin whining,” he hissed. “No more fuckin talk about a motel. Every time you open your mouth it’s gonna be worse for you later. You got that? You fuckin understand what I’m sayin?”

She nodded quickly, “Yes, yes, Sam, I understand.”

He jerked his head toward the back of the room. “Don’t look now but while you was suckin cock we got company. It’s Big Daddy and a couple of fuckin bodyguards.”

In the bar mirror, Maureen could vaguely see four men at the table in the dark corner furthest from the bar. One was a huge black man, obviously Big Daddy. He wore a white linen suit and a white shirt and black tie. Even from this distance she could see that he was grossly fat. She guessed he was in his late fifties. The young men with him also wore suits and ties. They looked like linebackers for the Browns. All were tall and muscular. As she watched one of them stood and started toward the bar. Sam, too, had been watching. “Shit,” he said. “I knew as soon as Big Daddy got a look at you, he’d send one of his fuckin goons over here. He got a thing for pretty white women, especially if they’re young.”

Maureen frowned, “What do you think they’ll want?”

“Whatever the fuck it is, you just do it. Ask no questions.”

The bodyguard was behind them. Paying no attention to Sam, he stepped between them and spoke to Maureen, “Big Daddy says he’d be pleased if you joined him at his table for a drink.” Without waiting for an answer, he turned and walked back.

Sam looked worried. He leaned close to Maureen and spoke quietly, “Travis works for Dex and so do about twenty other guys. Dex runs the drugs, whores, and other stuff here in Cleveland. You knowed that?’ Maureen nodded. “Well Dex works for Big Daddy. Big Daddy has a guy like Dex in every city on the East Coast, hundreds of guys.

Big Daddy is the richest black man in the fuckin world. He not only runs the drugs and whores, but he owns a shit load of legitimate business and has connections in Washington.” He leaned closer. “I heard he supplies young American women to rich oil guys in them Arab countries and to big shots in Japan and China.”

“White slavery?”

“I guess you could call it that.” He paused. “You better play your cards right or you might fuckin find your sweet white ass on a slow boat to China.”

It occurred to Maureen that this Big Daddy might want to take her out of here. Her only concern at the moment was to get away from Sam. “Should I go over?”

“Yeah, nobody keeps him waitin. And do what the fuck he says.”

One of the bodyguards pulled up a chair for her next to his boss. Big Daddy was even fatter than she’d suspected. The broad expanse of his belly stretched the width of the table. His round head was bald, his penetrating eyes heavy lidded, his nose broad, and his thick lips pendulous. He spoke in a deep raspy voice, “Why you with that ugly low life over there?” he asked.

Maureen swallowed hard, “He’s not…I mean he only…only…has me for the night.”

“You a whore?”

“No…I mean in a way, I guess. I belong to a man named Travis. Travis works for Mr. Wells, Dexter Wells.”

Big Daddy smiled at her. One of his front teeth was gold. “Then you whorin for this Travis. Nothin to be ashamed of. When you talk to Big Daddy you got to talk plain and speak the truth. Understand?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“This Travis works for Dex and Dex works for me. Whatever Travis got also belongs to Dex. Whatever Dex got also belongs to me. You get my meaning?” Maureen nodded. Big Daddy continued, “This afternoon I paid a visit to Dex and see he got himself a pretty white girl, young blonde, very young, very pretty. Dex say she got a dark haired sister, also very pretty. Is that you?”

Maureen was both surprised and dismayed to learn that Eileen was still with Dex. She’d assumed it had been a one night affair, that Dex wanted to take her sister’s virginity and then would have sent her home. “Yes, she’s my sister.”

“Well, your baby sister got the hots for old Dexter.” The band began playing a slow piece. Big Daddy gestured toward one of his bodyguards. “The boys here expressed a wish to dance with the white woman at the bar. Since you was the only white woman at the bar, I took it they meant you. You dance?”

Oddly Maureen felt herself blushing, “Yes, I like to dance,” she said.

“Good. I want to see how you move.” He nodded at the bodyguard next to her. “This is Junior.” He pointed toward the other two, “The one with the little beard is called Ref and the other one is Dalton.” He smiled at her, “Why don’t you dance with the boys.” He chuckled, “But only one at a time.”

Maureen began to hope they might take her with them. Obviously, Sam was frightened of Big Daddy. For the next three hours she danced with the bodyguards. They were all excellent dancers. During the slow dances they often placed their big hands on her ass and pulled her into their stiffening cocks, but otherwise they treated her respectfully and didn’t say much. Occasionally, she would glance over at Sam who had turned his back to them and was huddled over his drink.

At ten o’clock Big Daddy signaled the waitress for the check. Maureen had just returned from the dance floor with the one named Ref. She took her seat next to Big Daddy. She turned to him and put her hand on his, “Please,” she said, “take me with you.”

Big Daddy shook his head. “We’ll get together and party,” he said, “but not tonight. That’s not how I do business.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, “He’s going to take me back to my house where my husband is…please,” she said.

Big Daddy leaned close to her frowning, “That’s of no concern to me.” He opened his wallet. “How much is that brother paying for you.”