Maureen's Choice by Charles Arnold Page A

know.”
    She crawled under the table and kneeled between his spread legs. As she’d done before she lifted his heavy prick and held it up while she gently kissed his swollen ball sack. Even though he’d just bathed, the strong black male scent had already returned. She continued to tongue kiss his balls for a long time. He ate quickly feeling his cock harden. “I ain’t heard you say nothin,” he said.
    She paused but stroked his cock, “It makes me hotter when I know you’re watching me on my knees making love to your black cock.”
    He pushed the table away. She looked up at him, her soft wet mouth glistening. Continuing to look into his eyes, she worked her right hand under his ass and slowly pushed her middle finger into his hole that was hot and slick. Not taking her eyes from his face, she slid the finger into her mouth and sucked it. With her other hand, she stroked his throbbing cock. She withdrew her finger, “For awhile longer, Sam, I’m your woman, your pretty white woman on her knees between your legs asking you to please let me suck your cock.”
    Sam nodded, “You gettin it on, now. You getting to know how it is; getting to know how to serve the black man, how to show him respect.”
    “Yes, Sam, I’m learning. You’re teaching me things I need to know.”
    “Yeah, get down on your knees. Look at me while you suck my dick. Suck it slow. It feels right to me sittin here watchin a pretty white woman slidin her lips over my dick and suckin it good, wantin me to shoot my load into her pretty white mouth.”
    “Thank you, Sam,” she said. She lowered her head over his cock and forced herself to take all of it. With her nose pressed against his crotch, she paused to breathe him in. Slowly, she moved her head up and down the length of it making a tight seal with her lips. She sucked for a long time often moaning deep in her throat.
    “Finger your cunt,” Sam said. “Work it so you cum when I do.”
    She touched her clit lightly knowing she was already on the edge of cumming. She felt him tense up and then yell as he shot hot spurts of cum into her mouth. She rubbed her clit in a circular motion and shoved two fingers into her cunt. She continued to suck him and swallow as she exploded in a series of orgasms. She sucked until his fat cock went limp in her mouth. He looked down at her and shook his head, “Damn if you weren’t born to suck cock, black cock,” he said.
    She nodded, “Yes, only black cock.”
    He sat in the chair for several minutes looking down at her kneeling at his bare feet. She lifted his cock to her lips and tenderly kissed it. He looked at his watch. His fifteen hours were almost up. He pointed to the stairs. “Fix your face then help me dress,” he said.
    She followed him back to the bedroom and quickly reapplied her lipstick and gloss. He had pulled on his pants and shirt. She buttoned his shirt and tucked it in, then knelt to zip up his pants. He sat on the bed. “Shoes and socks,” he said.
    She crawled to where they were and brought them back to him. She was about to pull his socks over his feet when he held up his hand, “Ain’t you forgettin somethin,” he said. She was holding his right foot. “Yes, I’m sorry, Sam.” She lifted his foot to her lips and kissed his toes. Then she leaned down to the floor to press her parted lips to the toes of his other foot. “Ahh,” he sighed, “the pretty white wife on her knees kissin the black man’s feet. That’s the way it should be ain’t I right, Mrs. O’Donnel?”
    “Yes, Sam, that’s the way it should be.”
    At ten o’clock a cab pulled up in front of the house. She was surprised to see a white driver. She was still wearing the transparent gown and heels. Sam pulled her out onto the front steps. Immediately he noticed two neighbors across the street who were standing in their yards looking at the cab. They and the driver stared at Maureen and the big black man. Sam turned her so that they could see she