“Carl asked me if you’d suck him off.” She didn’t say anything. He pinched her nipples.
“If you want me to,” she said.
“Yeah, I want you to suck Carl’s cock and then come out and tell us about it.” He pulled her sweater up to cover her breasts.
Carl leaned over to Darnell, “Thanks, bro. I ain’t gonna forget this.” He followed Ann down the dark hallway. They heard the door close. As before, they drank mostly in silence, hoping to hear some sounds from the men’s room. Ten minutes later they heard Carl groan. “He’s shootin his load in her mouth,” Eddie said.
A little later, Carl appeared. “Holy shit, she got down...”
Darnell held up his hand. “She gonna tell us,” he said.
“She fixin her makeup,” Carl said. “Says she has to always look good for Darnell.” Both he and Eddie looked at Darnell with undisguised admiration. For the first time in his life Darnell felt important, respected. After five minutes Ann returned. The front of her sweater was spotted. Her makeup had been carefully reapplied. She took her seat next to Darnell. “We been waitin for you to come back and tell us about suckin Carl’s dick.”
Once more her face reddened. “I...I...did it.”
Darnell glared at her. She was aware that he was getting drunk. “We know you fuckin did it!” he said. “We want you to tell us about it!”
“We went into the men’s room. It’s very dirty and smells bad. He sat on the toilet. I got on my knees in front of him. He told me to take down his jeans, which I did. His cock was hard.”
Darnell interrupted, “What it look like? Big as mine?”
“It...it...was uncircumcised and big like all black cocks are, but not as long as yours, honey, not...not as beautiful.” Everyone except Carl laughed.
Darnell’s left hand was feeling along her inner thigh. “You like that? You like me feeling you up.”
“You know I do.
“Go on.”
She took a deep breath. “I...I...pushed his cock back and kissed his testicles...his...his balls and licked them. Then I pulled the skin on the end of his cock back over...over the head. A little bubble of cum had leaked out of...of his pee hole. He told me to lick it up. I did. I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could and sucked and tickled the underside with my tongue.” She stopped, but saw they wanted more. “I licked around the rim and licked his balls again. Then he held my head and moved his hips. He said he was fucking my mouth. I couldn’t swallow his cum fast enough. There was so much of it.” She glanced down at her sweater. “Some spilled over.”
Darnell’s fingers were trailing lightly along the crease of her pussy. As much as she fought against it, as much as she hated him for the deception and gaining control over her, as much as she despised him for the humiliation and abuse....she trembled at his touch and wanted him. My God, he was an ignorant, homely, skinny teenage street thug and her student, but there was this other thing....this overwhelming desire.
“You like suckin Carl’s dick and suckin Eddie’s?”
She reached over to lay her hand on the side of his cheek. She licked her lips and leaned closer. “No, honey, I liked knowing I was pleasing you. It’s your cock I love. I love to suck it. I love the taste of your cum.”
The older man shook his head. “Sure sounds like she means it.”
Darnell asked the bartender to phone for a taxi. When it arrived he gave the driver the address to her house.
She turned to face him shaking her head, “Please, Darnell, don’t do this. Let’s just go back to your place.”
“Ain’t no rush. Your wimp husband home?”
“Yes, I’m sure he is, but why.......
“Maybe I want him to see with his own eyes how his uppity teacher wife is changed.” He tapped her knee. “Spread,” he said loud enough for the driver to hear. She parted her legs. “You is changed, ain’t you, Mrs. Gardner?” She noticed the driver looking at her in the rearview mirror.
Darnell’s fingers trailed along her inner thigh. “Yes,” she said, “I’ve changed.”
“Yeah, that’s right. And while we at your house get somethin sexy to wear tonight for when you suckin me off and bring that make-up stuff, oil and perfume and shit.” Darnell noticed the driver, an older black guy, kept glancing up at the mirror. He leaned forward, “Hey, Pops, you like what you see?”
The driver chuckled, “She one fine lookin woman. How come she with a kid like you?”
“She been blacked and I done it. She belong to me now.”
The driver caught Ann’s eye, “That true, Miss, what he sayin?”
Ann started to draw her legs together. Darnell shook his head. She parted them and nodded, “Yes, I’m his woman.”
The driver shook his head frowning, “Hard to believe,” he said.
A light shown through the living room window. Ann paid the cabby and followed Darnell up the walk. She used her key to open the door. Closing it awakened Paul who had fallen asleep on the couch. Groggily he sat up staring at them through half closed eyes. They stood in the archway, Darnell’s arm around Ann’s waist.
Fully awake now Paul started to stand, “What....” he began.
Darnell interrupted, “Sit over there,” he said, pointing to a chair across from the coffee table and couch. When Paul was seated he guided Ann to the couch and pulled her down to sit beside him. He grinned at Paul, “I thought maybe you would be at Rona’s washin her windows or cleanin the floors or suckin her toes.”
Paul’s face reddened, “No, I’ve....I’ve been here all evening.”
“Waitin for your wife to come home?”
“Yes...I....I worry.”
Darnell put his arm over Ann’s shoulder and slid his hand down the front of her blouse to cup her breast. “Ain’t no cause to worry. Your wife is in good hands,” he pinched her nipple, “Ain’t you, Mrs. Gardner?”
Ann, looking down at the coffee table, nodded, “Yes, Paul, no need to worry.”
Darnell leaned forward, “She got a real man who takes care of her, takes care of her in all kinds of fuckin ways, ain’t that right?” he turned her to face him.
“Yes,” she began. He pinched her nipple again. “I mean yes, honey, you do...you take care of me.” Calling this boy ‘honey’ in front of Paul made her feel ashamed.
Darnell jerked his head toward Paul, “Tell your husband how I do that, tell him how I take care of you, you know what I’m sayin?” He tapped her knee with his other hand. Obediently, she spread her legs.
Still not looking up at her husband she said, “My needs. He takes care of my needs.”
She glanced at Darnell and saw the anger in his eyes, “What the fuck does that mean,” he said. “Tell him what your fuckin needs are. And look at him.”
Ann raised her head and knew that even after all she’d been through she was blushing, “I....I.....need to be taken...taken like a woman.”
“Fucked, you mean and fucked a lot.” Darnell said.
“Yes, fucked, fucked a lot.”
“That ain’t all. Let’s hear it,” Darnell’s voice rose.
“I.....I...need his...his cock, Darnell’s cock.....need to...to see it, feel it......taste it....and...and the scent of it.” Darnell’s hand moved up her thigh until his middle finger slid along her wet crease. She drew in her breath and stared across at her husband. “I get on my knees, Paul, and kiss his cock. I kiss his balls and lick them. He pushes my head down on his cock until I gag. I don’t mind. I want him to do that.” Darnell’s finger made circular motions over her clitoris. Her breath came faster. “I suck him, Paul; suck him until he cums in my mouth. I love the taste of his cum and how it smells. I swallow all of it and then I lick his cock clean. And all the time I’m doing that, Paul, I’m hoping that I’m giving him pleasure.” She glanced at Darnell who was grinning. “Of all that’s happened, of all the men I’ve been with, I....I...Darnell...he excites me...makes me want to...to...” She looked back at Paul, “to belong to him, to be his.”
Her words and watching what Darnell was doing to her had given Paul a painful erection. “Do...you...do you love him?”
Ann shook her head, “No...I don’t, but I need what he gives me probably in the same way you need what Rona gives you and, like I said, I want to be his woman.”
Darnell unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down. He turned to Ann, “Take them off and show him.”
Ann got to her knees before him and slipped his jeans over his sneakers. She then pulled his jockey shorts off. His hard cock was even with her face. Darnell crooked a finger at Paul, “Come on over here. Get behind the couch so you can watch her suck me off.” Paul stood knowing that Darnell could see the bulge in his crotch. He moved behind the couch and looked down at Ann who avoided looking at him. He was shocked at the length of Darnell’s cock and the size of his swollen balls. Ann’s hands were on Darnell’s thighs, pale against the blackness of his skin. She had pulled her skirt back up over her knees. Paul noticed her nipples stiff against the shear blouse. Her purse lay on the couch beside Darnell. He dropped it on the floor. “You know what to do,” he said.
“Yes, honey. I know.” She found her lipstick and the gloss. She coated her lips and then spread the gloss over them. She looked up at Darnell for approval. He nodded, “Yeah, now whatcha want?”
“Please, honey, let me kiss it, kiss the tip.”
“Yeah, then my balls. Paulie thinks you doin this because of the fuckin contract. He thinks you gonna suck my cock cause you have to. Tell him.”
Staring straight ahead at Darnell’s cock she said, “This has nothing to do with the contract. It’s what I want.”
Darnell turned toward Paul, “Your wife is on her knees to the black man. She grew up all them years prayin and worshippin in Church, gettin filled with all that religious shit. She don’t believe in that stuff no more.” He looked down at her. “Ain’t that right?”
She raised her eyes to look into his, “I used to think that was important. I don’t think so anymore.”
“What’s important?”
She gently touched his rigid cock. “This. And kneeling before you like I am. Trying my best to be your woman. Trying my best to give you pleasure. Wanting to obey you. Wanting to make you proud of me. That’s what’s important.”
“Kiss it,” he said.
She leaned forward holding his shaft with one hand and, parting her lips, pressed them lightly over his pee hole. Her lipstick made a red imprint on the tip of his cock.
He reached down and with his left hand pulled his cock up and back against his stomach. With the fist of his right hand he pulled back the skin over his balls until it was stretched tight over his balls. He held it so that his ball sack became round and smooth. It was like a billiard wrapped tightly in the toe of a black silk stocking. It formed one black ball. Still holding the loose flesh, he offered her the smooth round balls. Tentatively, she extended the tip of her tongue and licked them. Darnell nodded, “Open wide and take it in,” he said. Looking up at him she lowered her head and opened her mouth as wide as she could. She was able to take half of it before she began to choke and gag. She pulled back, tears starting to form.
He glared at her, “You gonna take it, bitch! You gonna take my balls in your mouth!”
He bent down, “Lick them first. Make it wet.” She swallowed hard and nodded. With the flat of her tongue she laved the tightly stretched skin until it dripped with her spittle. “Now, this time open wider,” he said and pushed on the back of her head. She thought her jaw might become unhinged, but gradually felt the slippery ball sack slide past her lips and teeth. It filled her mouth making her cheeks bulge. He made her stay like that for several minutes. Her eyes widened and teared as she looked up at him. “Gonna be easier next time,” he said. He tugged and his ball sack slowly emerged from her stretched lips. Her spittle ran from the corners of her mouth and over her chin. She gasped and swallowed. Darnell waited until she recovered.
She brushed away the tears, wiped her mouth, then placed both hands around the base of his cock and looked up. “Please,” she rasped, “please Darnell, let me...let me suck you.” He glanced down at the open purse beside her. “Oh yes,” she whispered, and quickly found her lipstick, the gloss, and a small mirror. When she looked up at him again her red lips glistened. He nodded. “Yeah, I shouldn’t have to be remindin you.”
“I’m sorry, honey.”
“Suck me,” he said.
She circled the rim of his cock with the tip of her tongue, before taking the cockhead in her mouth. Darnell looked back at Paul. “See how she do that, lick the rim first. See how she keep looking up at me to see if what she’s doin is ok. When she got my cock in her mouth she can move her tongue back and forth quick like under the head, you know in that place where it feels good.” He leaned back and sighed. “That’s what she’s doin now.” Ann began to take more of his cock, slowly going up and down on it. It glistened with her spittle. “Sometimes I fuck her mouth,” Darnell continued. “I use it like it was a cunt. I jus hold her head and fuck it. But this is better, makes her work, and lasts longer.” He tapped Ann on her shoulder, “Balls, lick underneath my balls.” With one hand she pushed his cock back and with the other she lifted his balls. She ducked her head down so that she could lick beneath them. Darnell grinned, “If she doin me good I let her get down there where it smells. She like the smell. Ain’t that right, Mrs. Gardner, best place to get the black man’s smell is under his balls.”
She paused to look up at him. Her eyes were misty, her lips wet and swollen, “Yes, Darnell, honey, it excites me, your scent makes me hot.”
“Yeah, well suck me off, not too fuckin fast.” She reached for his cock. He shook his head, “No hands,” he said. She placed her hands on his thighs and once more took his long black cock into her mouth. She went down on it until she began to gag, then tightening her lips around his shaft drew back until just the cockhead was in her mouth.
Then slowly she lowered her head further. Each time she did this she was able to take more of him before gagging. He had leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes.
“Yeah, das it, baby, jus like that, take it long and slow,” he said. After several minutes, he tensed, “Make me cum, suck hard, make me cum!” She grabbed his shaft with her right hand and making a tight seal with her lips, drawing in her cheeks she bobbed her head up and down over his cockhead. He cried out and began to shoot his hot cum into her mouth. She jerked his cock with her hand as she continued to suck.