Contrasts (13 page)

Ann bowed her head so as not to look at either Watts or the deformed black man. Tears ran down her cheeks. Watts placed his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Now, by God, you are going to do what I ordered you to do.”

Unsteadily, Ann rose and trying to avoid looking at the misshapen creature who stood in the middle of the room grinning at her, his mouth and black gums a dark hole.

Behind her Watts was saying, “Look at your new Master, Mrs. Gardner. The contrasts between you are, I think, infinite. Are you aware of them?”

She didn’t answer. She stood before him. In the spike heels she was almost a head taller. He looked up at her. A strand of spittle ran from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were sunk deep in his bald head. His nose was long and thin. His bottom lip stuck out and hung down like a piece of loose flesh. His filthy fingers were more like claws than fingers, the dirty fingernails long and pointed. He continued to grin up at her while making guttural sounds in his throat. He smelled rank.

Forcing back the gorge that had risen in her throat, she tilted his head up and leaning down parted her lips and pressed them against his. His tongue quickly darted into her mouth tasting faintly of whiskey. She heard Watts laughing, “You see, Elijah, I promised you a nice Sunday treat and here she is! You should know, Mrs. Gardner, that Elijah is the official rat exterminator for the building. He lives in a small apartment in the basement.”

The kiss ended. “To the nuptial couch,” Watts directed. Taking the repulsive old man by the hand Ann led him to the couch in front of the fireplace. Watts followed them. “Tell her what you want, Elijah. She will do whatever you say.”

Elijah sat in the middle of the couch and looked up at Ann, drool still seeping from the corner of his mouth, his dew lip wet with spittle. “Fu...fu...fuck,” he stuttered.

Unaccountably Ann felt her nipples harden and the electric warmth travel from them down to her crotch. “Please,” she said, “let me undress you.” Her heart was racing and her cheeks red. Elijah was wearing old fashioned overalls with suspender straps. Under them he had on a soiled blue work shirt. On his feet were thick soled work boots and dirty gray socks. He reached out with both hands to touch her breasts. She flinched, but didn’t step away. Instead, she slipped the wide suspender straps over his bony shoulders. He was so thin the overalls dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them.

He wasn’t wearing shorts. His cock was semi-hard. When Ann saw it she stepped back away from him and stood there staring at his deformed penis. It dangled like a long, thin, black withered branch that curved to the right. The twisted veins had knotted forming ridges and lumps. It was uncut, the foreskin bunching up at the end completely covering his cockhead and hanging from it like dead flesh. He smelled of sweat and stale urine. His hairless legs, like his arms, were frail sticks. He stood there like a skeleton, the outline of ribs and hip bones showing through his wrinkled black skin.

Ann turned away shaking her head, “No, no, no,” she whispered.

Watts waited a few moments then spoke softly, “Touch your pussy,” he said. Ann not looking at him or the black cretin, didn’t respond. “Touch your pussy,” he said again more forcefully. Hesitating, she drew a finger along her slit. “Let me see,” Watts ordered. With her back still toward him, she held up her hand. “Wet,” he said. “Are your nipples hard?” She nodded. “My contrasts theory is, I must admit, somewhat flawed. Not all women are aroused by dramatic contrasts, but those who are can’t deny or suppress it. It’s obvious, Mrs. Gardner, that you are one of the latter.”

She turned around trying to avoid looking at Elijah. “You might be right,” she said, “but this....this...”

“Cretin,” Watts said. “He’s about as far from you as another human can possibly be; mindless and filthy and mean, not to mention old, skinny, and black. He stinks. He has the cock of a deformed baboon. He’s almost mute, toothless, and vulgar.” She glanced at Elijah who was pulling at his crooked cock. “Yes,” Watts continued, “not exactly the lover a young beautiful refined white woman like yourself would welcome to her bed.”

Ann took a step toward him, “Please, Master, please no...”

“But, Mrs. Gardner, your pussy is very wet.” He pointed to her breasts, “Your nipples are hard. I suspect your heart is beating fast. Perhaps your mouth is filling with saliva? Maybe you’re wondering what his cockhead looks like and how it smells and how it tastes? It’s possible you’re imagining watching that hideous cock slide into your lovely white cunt?”

Without saying anything, Ann took the grinning imbecile by the hand and led him back to the couch. “Sit,” she said, “and let me take off your shoes.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something,” Watts said, “not that it means anything to him, but it does remind you of your status.”

Ann knelt at the old man’s feet and looked up at him, “Please, Master,” she said, “let me take off your shoes.” Some of his drool dropped on her hand. It felt like fire. He made a sound. She unlaced one boot and pulled it off. The stench almost made her retch. She removed the other boot. Both socks had holes that his big toes stuck through. His bare feet were thin; the toes crooked and long, the uncut toenails thick and grimy. His cock had begun to stiffen.

“Show him what is his,” Watts directed.

“Ann stood between the skinny old man’s legs and slowly lifted her dress over her head. He reached out to move his claw like hands over her naked body. She felt the secretions begin to ooze from her pussy.

Watts moved closer to them. “I want to see what you learned this morning. Suck him but don’t let him cum.”

Tears welled up in her eyes but she held them back. She got to her knees. His long twisted black cock swung back and forth in front of her. He leaned forward and pinched both of her nipples. She gasped as a tremor coursed through her body. She pushed his cock up and back. His ball sack hung down at least three inches from his scrotum, the testicles no bigger than marbles. The black wrinkled skin was scarred with lighter colored warts. The stench was strong, but like Darnell, she was surprised that it stimulated her. She breathed it in. She lifted his ball sack and, opening her mouth wide, drew it in. Looking up at him, she gently sucked his balls. Her mouth had filled with saliva. She heard him making sounds deep in his throat, “Uh...uh...uh”.

Watts looked down at her, “Yes, Mrs. Gardner, that’s very good.” His compliment caused her to blush.

She began to lick the underside of Elijah’s cock. She took the bunched gray skin at its head in her mouth while gently gripping his shaft and moving her hand so that his foul smelling cockhead emerged slowly like something being born. She stared at it for a moment and then bent to kiss it and touch the tip of her tongue to his piss hole. She knew her clit was swollen and felt her juices ooze from her pussy.

He put his hands on the back of her head and pushed her down until she gagged. He forced her to take more so that she was choking and gagging, but he wouldn’t let her up. She could feel the tip of his cock at the back of her throat. She thought she might pass out. Watts said something to him and he let go of her. Coughing and with tears streaming down her face, she was about to stand up and put her hands around his scrawny neck.

“Thank your Master for letting you suck him,” Watts said.

It was several moments before she could speak. Still on her knees, she bowed her head, “Thank you, Master, for...for allowing me to suck you,” she whispered. She looked up at Watts.

“Now ask him to please fuck you.”

She placed her hands on the old black man’s bony knees and lifted her head to look into his rheumy eyes, “Please, Master, please fuck me,” she said.

“He likes it doggy,” Watts said.

“I...I don’t know what that is.”

“I keep forgetting. You’re practically a nun. It means you get on all fours like a dog. You put your head on the floor and lift your ass, offering him your cunt. He will mount you much like a dog would. You are his bitch.”

She looked at his revolting cock. The warts were a darker color now and his cockhead more purple than black. She noticed her lipstick prints on it and the shine of her spittle. Still on her knees, she lowered her head to the floor.

“Lift your ass high and lower your back,” Watts said. “When you offer yourself like a dog, your pussy should be at a convenient height and wet and inviting.”

Ann was aware of the old man behind her, then his claw like hands were clutching her ass cheeks. She drew in her breath sharply as the tip of his cock touched her pink slit. Slowly he entered her. Her head was turned to the side and pressed against the floor. She couldn’t see him. She closed her eyes and imagined his ugly black cock sliding deep inside her. She could feel her pussy juices seeping from her cunt. He noticed the butt plug and looked over at Watts who nodded. He twisted it and began to slightly push it in and out. “Please stop!” Ann cried. Elijah glanced at Watts again. Watts held up his hand and made a fucking motion with his fingers.

The old black man began to fuck her slowly and rhythmically. At the end of each stroke, he pulled her ass back and pushed his cock in deeper, making a grunting sound when his ball sack slapped against her ass. His long cock was hard, but not rigid so that it brushed against her swollen clitoris with each stroke. She had begun to make little whimpering sounds. After two minutes, she cried out and almost collapsed as she had a powerful orgasm. Elijah pulled her ass back against him and kept his cock buried in her.

When she had gained control of herself, he began once more to fuck her slowly. Her secretions coated his cock. Soon she felt another orgasm begin to build. He increased the rhythm of his thrusts and slapped her ass hard. Her whimpering had become harsh grunts, much like his, “Uhh, uh, ug, uh, uh.” When he sensed she was about to cum again, he sunk his cock into her as far as it would go and held her still. She wiggled her ass and tried to move back and forth but he wouldn’t let her.

“Please,” she rasped, “please fuck me...oh please.”

When he was sure she wasn’t about to cum, he would begin to fuck her until he brought her to the edge, and then he’d stop thrusting. He fucked her this way for ten minutes.

“Please let me cum....please I need to cum....please,” she begged.

He quickened his pace, digging his fingernails into her ass cheeks, and pounding her hard. She screamed as her orgasm wracked her body and his orgasm exploded inside her. He fell back against the couch while she collapsed on the floor her trembling body soaked with sweat. She lay there sobbing quietly for several minutes.

Finally, she rolled over and looked up at Watts who sat nearby in one of the leather chairs. He smiled down at her, “Well, Mrs. Gardner, two major orgasms in less than fifteen minutes. I’m guessing that you’re thinking maybe being a bitch for blacks might not be so terrible after all.” She didn’t say anything. “I think you should thank your lover by cleaning his cock with your mouth and helping him to dress.”

Elijah was sitting on the couch naked, his long scarred cock hanging down between his parted legs. Ann crawled to him. His cock was wet with her pussy juice and his own watery cum. She lifted it to her lips and licked it clean. The taste of her juice and his cum was not repugnant. She breathed in his pungent scent. Then she helped him button his shirt and pull on his coveralls. She got to her knees again as he picked up his shoes and socks and started toward the elevator. “Thank you Mr. Watts,” he said, grinning. “She sure as shit is one hot white bitch. Maybe she do me again sometime?”

“That’s always a possibility, Elijah.” The old man grinned and grabbed his crotch as the elevator door closed. Watt’s turned toward Ann, “Take the position,” he said. Ann, still on her knees, placed her hands behind her neck and arched her back. Watt’s studied her. “I think the old man is right. You are an easily aroused white bitch who, in time, is going to discover things about herself she never imagined. I expect you’ve discovered a few already isn’t that so?”

Ann looked up at him and nodded, “Yes.”

“What exactly have you learned?”

She thought for a moment, “I’m not sure, but I had never experienced orgasms...I had no idea how they.....how they...I mean the feeling...the excitement. When they happen I feel as if I’m not who I am. I’m consumed by this incredible feeling like thunder and fire and lightning.”

“Why do you suppose you orgasmed twice in just a few minutes? What about that disgusting old half retarded black man excited you?”

She managed a weak smile, “Contrasts,” she said.

He chuckled and crossed to pull her to her feet. “Right you are, Mrs. Gardner, right you are.” He led her to the hallway and pointed to a door on the left. “The bathroom. Wash and apply your makeup. I’ll let Paul know you’ll be down in a few minutes.”

When she reappeared, he smiled at her, “You look rather stunning,” he said. “There’s a sparkle in your eyes.” She felt herself blushing. He rang for the elevator. “Tomorrow you are to ask that Darnell be readmitted to your class. He will phone you tonight with instructions. Keep in mind that he is one of your Masters. You must obey him.”

She frowned, “Please, Mister Watts, anyone but...but that boy. He’s nothing but...but a self-important little....little....bully...a thug.”

“And you feel superior to him?”

“Of course. How could I not?”

“Don’t you think many of the slaves felt and actually were superior to their masters?”

“Yes, certainly.”

“But they had to obey, right?” Reluctantly Ann nodded. The elevator door slid open. “Also remember, Mrs. Gardner, contrasts. Between you and Darnell there’s a vast number of dramatic contrasts.” The door closed.

In the basement garage Paul opened the car door for her. She sat in the back and closed her eyes. “He sent me photographs,” Paul said. “On my cell phone, photographs of you and....and an old ugly black guy.” Ann didn’t answer him. At home she showered and took a long nap.

Journal Entry

It was terrible last night knowing my Ann was in our bedroom naked with that punk kid, Darnell. And then kissing him in front of me but this afternoon was even worse. After driving her to church and waiting for her, I had to take her to Rona’s apartment. I’m required to wear the damn chauffeur’s uniform. I can see that Ann has begun to despise me. Rona’s apartment is luxurious. She’s only eighteen but there’s something about her that excites me and makes me want to win her approval no matter how badly she treats me. Why is that? I get a hard on when I remember kissing her toes....her black toes. They made me stay in the bathroom while Ann had to give some big handsome black football player a blow job. I was there a long time. It seems Rona was instructing Ann on how to do it.