Chapter 9

When Carla went home that evening, her husband was gone. This bothered her no end. She waited and the following day he never showed.

She called up her girl friend, Donna. "What do you think happened to him."

"I don't know," she told her. "Of course, I can phone him where he works."

Finally she gathered up the courage to phone. When she got him on the phone she told him how sorry she was that she'd carried on.

"It's over," he told her, "finished. Don't you understand ? "

"When you put it that way, damn it," she snapped, "I guess I do. Look, I don't want you any more than you want me. You can go to hell in a bread basket."

She hung up on him. She felt miserable. She called up Donna and told her what happened.

"Don't despair," Donna told her. "I know a real nice guy you can make it with. Honey, you aren't prejudiced, are you?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she asked, not certain of what she was getting at.

"I mean, would it upset you if you fucked a black guy?"

"I never gave it much thought," she admitted.

"Well, there is this nice, handsome, black athlete who's in town," Donna told her, "and he just loves white women. He pays very well. He has a certain sexual ritual that he puts you through. But it wouldn't be bad."

"What's his name?" she asked curiously.

"Greg Farrell," she told her.

"Oh, I know him," Carla exclaimed. "He's the famous football hero."

"Sure, you've seen him doing commercials for razor blades," Donna laughed. "He's a real sharp guy. Look, I'll set it up. Would two o'clock be all right?"

"Where?"

"At the Valley Plaza Hotel," she told her. "That's where he's staying. You can pretend you're a reporter. Just take along a notebook. Say that you want to see Greg Farrell. That's the way I have to do things. There's a lot of action in this fucking business."

Drying her tears, Carla forced herself to continue. She knew that she had to be brave and carry on in spite of her fears.

She got dressed and wore a plain outfit. But she thought it would be interesting to wear some blue lace panties and a matching bra. When she got to the Valley Plaza Hotel she remembered that she had forgotten her reporter's notebook. To keep the guise complete, she went down the street and purchased one. Returning to the hotel, she went right to the main lobby and asked the desk clerk if she could use the house phone to talk to Greg Farrell.

"Of course," he nodded, pointing to the phone in the corner.

Carla went over to the phone and called him.

"Come right up," Greg told her, "I can hardly wait to give you my story."

He chuckled as he said "story." When she got up to his suite, he opened the door. He was only wearing a pair of bikini shorts.

"I'm pleased to meet you," he told her.

"Well, I'm pleased to meet you, too," she smiled as she glanced at his quivering, long, black penis which was contained in the bulging crotch of his bikini shorts.

She used her notebook as a cover-up.

"Donna told me I should take your story," she told him, "so where shall we begin?"

"I want to begin with Adam and Eve," he laughed as he slid out of his bikini shorts.

"You don't waste any time, do you?"

"Didn't the first man and woman run around bare-ass naked in the Garden?" he chuckled.

"Yes," she admitted. "But where's the snake?"

Reaching for his long, black penis which was dangling between his legs, he told her that his snake was there.

"It's sure a long one," she smiled.

"The better to fuck you with, Snow White," he laughed as he walked over to her.

He wanted to undress her and she didn't object.

"I have always had a fascination with white women," Greg explained to her. "Not that I don't appreciate black women, for I do. But theres' something about white women that drives me ape, if you know what I mean."

At this point he had her blouse off. He was caressing her beautiful bosoms.

"You've got a nice pair of knockers," he told her with feeling. "They're really something."

He looked at her adoringly.

"Come on, baby," he smiled. "I want to have a good time with you."

Now he was eager to give her a good time.

"Baby," he told her sincerely, "I want to lick your tits. Just go over there on the bed and let me suck on them."

Without removing the rest of her clothes, she let him suck on her breasts. Apparently, he was so eager to lick them he couldn't wait.

"Oh, you're wonderful," Greg panted as he let his tongue sweep nimbly over her nipples.

Reaching down he patted her pussy.

"Now you're doing it, darling," he told her. "Just like that. Oh, baby, you're beautiful."

He was more excited than ever. He loved the way she caressed his head as he sucked her breasts.

"Greg, baby," she begged, "I love it when you do that to me. Oh, suck them, honey, suck them."

Passionately he tongued her nipples. She became more aroused every moment.

"It's wonderful," she exclaimed. "Oh, baby, keep it up."

With erotic pleasure he went on sucking her bosoms. Then Greg reached down and unfastened her skirt. She wiggled out of it. Now he was looking at her lacy blue panties.

"Hey, baby," he told her, "you've got a shaved box. If there's anything I like, it's a white chick with a shaved pussy."

He pulled her panties off and looked lovingly and affectionately at her crotch.

"You're beautiful all over," he told her. "Mind if I tongue you?"

At this point Carla's passions were so aroused that she shook her head.

"I would be disappointed if you didn't, darling," she assured him. "Go ahead. Let your tongue slide all over. Love me. I want it. I need it."

His hot tongue gently caressed her slit. She loved the erotic sensation of his tongue slipping back and forth.

"Oh, baby," she whispered enticingly, "you are driving me ape. I love that. Now you're doing it, darling. Love me. Yes, yes."

The erotic fascination that he found now had him trembling.

"Suck me," she told him. "Suck. Ohhh, baby, that's what I like. Now you're doing it."

He got down between her legs. He let his tongue slip smoothly back and forth across her slit. She loved the rhythmic caressing of her love button.

"Baby," she whispered, "you're beautiful. Just keep your tongue slipping. Back and forth. Oh, baby, that's dreamy."

The erotic fascination that he felt as he ate her was increased by the fact that she smelled so delicious. If there was one thing Carla liked, it was Joy perfume. She knew it was the most expensive perfume in the world. And she didn't hesitate to use it around her pussy.

"Oh, you smell so good," he told her as he went on licking and sucking at her snatch.

All at once he nibbled her clit. She gushed. In a rush of love juices, she came.

"Ohhh, I can't stand it," she gasped. "Lick me. Yes, baby, lick me."

Passionately he tongued her. She enjoyed the erotic arousal that he was giving her.

"Oh, baby," he told her with a certain fascination, "you don't know how wonderful this feels. I love you. I love you."

The delicious excitement that he experienced now had him shaking. He sucked her pussy dry. Then he told her what he expected.

"I like to slide my bare ass over a woman's tits. I've got some baby oil to do it with."

"Donna told me you had a certain sex ritual," she smiled at him.

"She talks too much," Greg grinned.

That didn't prevent Greg from doing what he wanted.

Straddling her after he had applied oil to his bare, black buttocks, he gently eased his behind across her bosoms.

"How does that feel?" he asked her.

"Wonderful," she told him. "I love it. Oh, baby, do me."

With passionate tongue lashes, he felt her eating his ass.

"You know how to swing your tongue around a guy's butt, don't you?" he asked as he lowered his ass right over her face.

Carla parted his ass crack with her tongue. She let it slip smoothly to his ass-hole. Finally she penetrated his hot, tight rectum.

"Eat my ass," he whispered enticingly. "Oh, baby, I want you to do me. Just like that. Now you're doing it. Come on, lover, suck my ass-hole."

She was providing him with just the erotic satisfaction he required.

"Oh, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Suck my sweet ass."

Carla's tongue swung smoothly and rhythmically up his ass-hole. The black man reached for his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. He pumped his cock vigorously as he massaged his balls. He was enjoying looking in the mirror. For he could see the white woman's pink tongue lashing up his black ass-hole.

"Come on, ass eater," he told her. "Let's give me a good tongue fuck. I love every inch of your tongue sliding up me."

Passionately she continued tonguing him. She loved every erotic moment of it.

"Yes, baby, yes," he whispered enticingly. "That's what I want you to do. Suck my ass-hole. Oh, wow!"

He was becoming more aroused than ever. The erotic fascination that he found as her tongue glided up his ass-hole amazed him. His balls tingled with sexual excitement. The sexual electricity raced up and down his spine as she sucked his behind.

Now he had enough of this.

"I want you to lick my nuts," he told her, "and I want you to lick 'em good."

His big black balls swung over her nose. She sniffed the delicious aroma of his crotch. Opening her mouth, she let Greg's big, black balls slip inside.

"Lick them," he told her earnestly, "Lick them, lover."

She sucked smoothly on his big, black nuts. At the same time he was pulling on his rigid, male member.

"Honey," he told her, "don't my balls taste good? Lick the black sweat off them."

When she had finished sucking on Greg's black balls, the athlete was ready to jab his enormous black penis into her mouth. He eased his balls out of her. She tongued them gently as he pulled away.

"Now prove to me what a good cock sucker you are," Greg told her, "and I'll tip you plenty if you really give me a super suck."

Carla was eager to prove to Greg that she could give him a super cock suck. She first licked the sensitive glans portion of his penis. Then she licked around the top of his cock. Next she slid her mouth smoothly down over the cap of his cock. She fastened her lips around the head of his shaft and went on sucking smoothly.

"Suck me," he begged her. "Suck me, baby. That's the way. Suck, baby, suck."

With passionate lovemaking he worked on her intensely. Now he rammed his cock down her throat. She gulped anxiously.

"Suck my big pecker," he told her. "Suck it. Come on, cock eater, suck me."

She enjoyed sucking on his thick, black penis. She liked the taste of it. What she loved more than all was the enthusiasm that the black athlete displayed as he fucked her. It was almost as if thrusting his huge black penis down her throat was an athletic exercise. He liked to feel his balls swinging against her lips.

"Eat it," he told her. "Suck it, baby. Get the juice. Now you're doing it, darling. Suck my cock off. Suck it."

At this point he could hardly wait for his thick penis to explode. All at once his cock exploded. The hot, white cream shot down her throat. She gulped hungrily.

"Yes, yes," he panted excitedly, "that's the way. Suck it off. Now you're doing it. Suck, baby."

She enjoyed the taste of it. Her hands clasped his bare, black, slippery ass cheeks. She massaged them and caressed them just the way he liked it.

"Slide your finger up my ass-hole," Greg pleaded. "I enjoy that. Now you're doing it, baby. Yes. Beautiful."

When Carla had sucked all the cream out of his cock, he pulled out.

"I've got to hand it to you, honey," he told her. "You fall into the category of a super cock sucker."

Carla was pleased that Greg appreciated her. She also figured that he might tip her well.

The black athlete walked over to the dresser and got himself something to drink. Turning to her, he asked her what she wanted.

"Scotch or bourbon?"

"A good clean American drink," she told him. "Scotch on the rocks."

Greg handed her her drink a moment later. They sat there talking and laughing.

"There are many things I like to do," Greg admitted. "Wild things."

"Like what?" she asked him curiously.

"There is one way of doing it," he told her, "that always ignites a girl. I like to slip it up her pussy and her ass-hole at the same time."

That puzzled Carla. She simply couldn't understand how it could be done. Immediately Greg caught the question mark on her face.

"Puzzled?"

"A little," she admitted.

"Don't be amazed," he told her, "because it's really quite easy. You see, I wear a dildo strapped on myself. I can slip the dildo into your pussy and my thick black pecker goes up your ass."

"That's too much," she said as she watched the broad-shouldered, trim-waisted, black stud slip the dildo around his waist.

Once he had it on he applied some Vaseline to it.

"You'd better put some Vaseline on your cock, too," Carla commented crisply. "I don't want to take that long black snake up my ass-hole without a lot of lubrication."

"Do I frighten you?" he winked.

"A little," she admitted.

"You don't have to be fearful," he assured her, "because I'm gonna do it real nice. Just wait and see."

Carla went over to the bed where he instructed her on the position that he wanted her to get into so he could perform the double act.

"Just lie on your back, baby," he told her, "and I'll slip it up your ass and up your pussy, too."

He tried to do it that way and it wasn't working smoothly.

"It would be better if we did it dog fashion," Greg suggested.

Carla got on all fours and bent over.

"I guess penetration is easier at this angle," Greg admitted.

Carla felt Greg's hot hands on her bare buttocks. With a deep, penetrating cock jab he rammed it up her ass-hole. She let out a howl of pain.

"You're splitting me in two," she complained.

"Oh, baby, stop it."

"Don't worry," he told her. "At stitch in time saves nine inches."

"What are you talking about?" she asked him as she felt the dildo slipping into her pussy.

"I mean, stitching your pussy will save my nine inches the pleasure."

She shook her head. He had a nerve to talk about stitching up her pussy. But maybe that's what she would require after he got what he expected.