Maureen's Choice by Charles Arnold

didn’t answer him. She got to her knees beside his ass and leaned over to kiss and lick it. She remembered how flat and flabby Brian’s ass was. Sam’s ass rose in the dark, round and firm. The black skin shining in the pale light of the streetlamp outside was smooth and velvety. She liked pressing her lips to it and tasting the faint black male muskiness. She made kissing sounds with her lips. She licked and kissed him there until she heard him snoring.
    Before the children returned, he made her get out of bed, fix her face, put on her heels and a gown. The shear white gown was transparent. The white pumps had five inch heels. She stood beside the bed. He looked up at her for several minutes. They could hear Brian in the kitchen. “Get your sweet ass downstairs and bring me a beer,” he said.
    She started to protest but when he became angry, she did as he said. In the kitchen, Brian didn’t look at her and didn’t speak. She got the beer and hurried up the stairs. Sam chuckled, “Now that husband knows how a woman’s supposed to look for her man in the mornin.” He took the beer from her and slid his other hand inside her gown to fondle her breast. She looked down as this ugly cock remembering how it had felt in her mouth, and her cunt, and her ass. Her nipples stiffened. He brushed his hand across them and grinned, “Tell me, Mrs. O’Donnel how is a pretty white woman supposed to look in the mornin when her black lover wakes up?”
    “Before her black lover wakes, she should get out of bed and put on her make-up, and brush her hair, and dress in a pretty gown. She knows her lover likes to see her in heels so she should wear them all the time.”
    “And then?” Sam toyed with one of her nipples.
    She stepped close to him, pressing her body against his. She looked up into his face, “Then she should wake him by softly touching her lips to his lips or…or to his beautiful black cock.” She stood on her tiptoes and tilted her head up. “I love the way you kiss me, Sam,” she said.
    When the long kiss ended, he shook his head, “You got that right, baby.” He put his free hand on her shoulder and pushed. She got to her knees. He stood there finishing his beer. She tongue kissed the tip of his prick and licked around the rim of his cockhead while looking up at him. He watched her indifferently.
    After they heard Brian leave, Sam said, “Fill the tub with hot water. I want a bath. Then you can go down and make me a breakfast: eggs and bacon and toast and coffee. Don’t make nothin for yourself cause while I’m eaten, you gonna be under the table suckin me off.”
    She filled the tub for him and placed Brian’s robe on the back of the chair before going to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. Billy’s toy cars were on the counter along with Sara’s teddy bear. She touched the bear and felt tears well up. She turned away and busied herself setting the table. She fried the bacon and kept it warm in the oven. When she heard Sam on the stairs, she broke the eggs into the pan and started the toast. As soon as he sat down, she poured his coffee. As she stood beside him, he moved his hand up the inside of her bare thigh and slid his finger along her wet slit. She drew in her breath and waited hoping he might rub her swollen clit. Instead, he lifted his hand to her mouth and extended the glistening finger. She parted her lips and sucked her juice from his finger. After a moment he jerked his head toward the stove, “Don’t burn the fuckin eggs,” he said.
    After she’d served him the bacon and eggs and buttered his toast, he pointed to beneath the table. “You know what you’re havin for breakfast?” he asked.
    “Your cum,” she said.
    “Yeah, if I got any left.” He looked at her over the rim of his coffee cup, “You figured out yet how I want my cock sucked?”
    “You like me to make love to your balls first…kiss them and lick them.”
    “Yeah, do that and talk to me, talk dirty, you