Chapter 5
"Sure," said Fred. Mona glanced at the clock and saw she still had time enough for one more good fuck with the man. She liked the way he had handled her questions about his racial attitudes, and liked his earnest, forthright way of dealing with what for him was a most unusual situation.
"Maybe I'll do a little stepping out," she thought. Fred reached up and grasped her shoulders, pushing her brown, naked body down onto the sheet
"Into positions at all?" asked Mona with a sly grin.
"I've heard about them, of course," said Fred, "But Claire and I usually-"
"Missionary, right?" said Mona, still grinning.
"That's about it," said Fred ruefully. He found himself growing excited at the prospect of discovering a new way to fuck.
"Know why they call it, 'missionary'? " asked Mona, pressing her naked shoulder blades into the softness of the mattress and raising her legs high over her head. She spread her thighs wide apart, the swelling lips of her wet, hot, pink cunt aimed straight at Fred's face.
"Afraid I don't," said Fred, staring at her exposed, pink pussy hole.
"The missionaries taught it to the natives-they felt it was more Christian than fucking doggie-style."
"What is doggie-style," asked Fred puzzled.
"That's what I'm going to show you," said Mona, rocking back and forth, her hands clutching her chocolate brown ankles. Then a sudden, lusty idea flashed through her mind.
"Say!" she said, her voice tone casual. She laughed to herself as she saw how she was teasing Fred. His prick swung slight, sticking straight out from his bare crotch. She could see that his cock head was throbbing from the picture she was presenting of her naked female flesh.
"Say what," asked Fred, reaching over and brushing his fingers along her juicing, horny red gash.
"Ever eat a woman out?"
Fred wasn't sure at first what she meant by the colloquial expression.
"Oh yeah," he said, recalling that the words referred to oral sex. "I'd tried it with Claire a few times, nothing much happened. She doesn't seem to like to perform orally on me, so we just let the matter drop."
"Remember where you put your finger before?" Mona asked, releasing her grip on her ankles.
She draped her bare heels over Fred's naked shoulders. She lifted her head and shoulders up off the sheet, leaning back and propping herself up on her forearms. Her nude, chocolate-brown body was now jackknifed, her feet on either side of Fred's head.
"Sure as hell do," grunted Fred. Mona twisted her body to one side, lifting a brown skinned palm off of the sheet. She shot her hand into Fred's crotch, cupping her palm under the tightened sac of his scrotum.
"How would you like to put your mouth there?" Fred cocked his head to one side and stared at her quizzically.
"My first impulse would be to refuse," he said slowly, "but considering-"
"Considering all the other changes you've gone through, why not, right?" Mona interrupted, her voice sounding casual. The casualness was as forced as her cries of passion when with an ordinary John. She found herself wanting the feel of the man's lips on her cunt meat desperately.
"Just tell me when," Fred gasped.
"Just lay on your belly," said Mona, no longer trying to keep her heavy passion out of her voice. Fred bellied down on the bed. Mona raised her knees and spread her legs wide apart. Fred slid in between her outspread, upraised limbs and thrust his face into her naked crotch.
"You've got the right idea," said Mona, her voice hoarse with lust. Fred began sucking randomly at her pink pussy skin. He darted forth his tongue, and rammed the hot, wet flesh deep into her throbbing cunthole. Mona lifted her feet off the bed and wrapped her chocolate brown legs tightly around the white skin of Fred's back.
Fred jerked up his mouth and planted his lips firmly over the folds of wrinkled cunt meat in which Mona's clit was buried. He found the protective sheath of skin over the clit with the tip of his tongue, and pantingly pushed the tiny flap aside.
"That's it," cried Mona, digging her heels tightly into his back.
Fred slowly massaged her organ of female pleasure with his tongue.
"Your hands-two fingers!" Mona shouted.
Fred shoved his hand into her crotch and rammed two fingers into the quivering meat of her pulsating pussy hole. He pushed hungrily against the quivering vaginal walls, grazing her tiny love bud with his lips.
"My ass," gasped Mona.
Fred extended the third finger of his cunt-probing hand and rammed the white digit into the pink, tender flesh of Mona's anus. She ground her naked ass into the sweat and come stained sheets, murmuring loudly.
Fred felt the walls of her cunt contract, and begin to suck at his come-wet lips. Her ass-hole tightened in a clutching grip around his probing finger. Mona pressed the back of her head into the sheet and let out a long, low: wail of pure animal pleasure. Fred's body began to shudder as her cunt spewed lady juice onto his lips and chin.
Mona reached up and pressed her hands into Fred's bare shoulders. Ecstatic pleasure rolled over her in waves as the white businessman's mouth worked her black whore pussy. She climaxed, a screaming, exploding flower of pleasure in her brain. Panting, she roughly pushed Fred's head and hand out of her cunt.
"Damn!" she said, gasping, her breasts bouncing as her torso heaved.
"You must be a natural," she continued, "that was perfect!"
Fred sat back, wiping her come off of his mouth. He stared into her eyes.
"Did that really bring you pleasure?" Mona could see the uncertainty in his eyes.
"I don't know how to convince you," she began.
"I believe you," Fred grunted. Her contracting cunt could mean nothing else.
He stared at her silently for a moment. "How about that animal fuck," he said.
Mona rolled over on her stomach and raised herself up on all fours. "I think you can figure out what to do," she said passionately. Her lithe, naked, chocolate brown body was covered with sweat.
Fred planted his knees between her upraised, backturned legs. He reached under her firm, rounded buttocks and seized the flash of pink cunt meat hanging between her sensuous thighs.
"Right," gasped Mona. The touch sent sparks of passion throughout her naked form.
Fred shoved the hardened shaft of his erect cock between her thighs. He planted his hands on her buttocks and lunged forward, slamming the swollen head of his prick against her pink cunt meat.
"I think I need a little help," he grunted. Mona twisted herself around raised a bare arm and seized the shaft of his prick.
"Now when I say 'move', you move, got it?" her voice dripped with intense passion. Fred could feel her genuine excitement, her skin tingling under his hot, sweaty palms.
She shoved the swollen head of his cock into her throbbing, juicing cunthole.
"Move!"
Fred lunged forward, burying his prick to the root in her pussy. He pressed his naked crotch against the chocolate brown skin of her ass, then leaned forward.
Mona grabbed his wrists and raised herself up. She jammed his hands over her large, round breasts. Fred clutched the brown globes of female flesh tightly. The long black nipples pressed into his palms as he slowly ground his prick into her pulsating twat.
"Oh, it's good, it's good," cried Mona, thrusting her hips towards his crotch.
Fred jammed his crotch hard against her ass, his cock head ramming into the back wall of her cunt. She lowered herself slowly to the mattress, pressing Fred's hands tightly against her torso. He lay out on her back, his prick buried deep in her twat. He slid his hands off her breasts, and ran his Fingers down the smooth, brown plain of her torso.
Mona raised her hips slightly as his fingers found her wiry, black pussy pelt. She raised her head and cried out in passion as his fingers found her clit again.
Fred began to pump his prick slowly in and out of her twat. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger over her tiny clit, making the black woman writhe and rub her naked tits into the sheet. The walls of her cunt began to contract, and suck at his prick. . The motion brought a rush of semen to the shaft of his cock.
"I'm coming," he gasped, squeezing her love button hard.
"So am I," gasped Mona. She jerked up, knocking his fingers away fro
Her passionate cry sent a red-hot shot of ecstasy through Fred's body. His penis began jerking with rapid sexual release. Then she felt hot gobs of come splash against the walls of her cunt, felt Fred soften and jerk out of her cunt.
Fred rolled off her naked form and lay out on the bed, his breath coming in deep heaves. "That was magnificent," said Mona, gasping as she rolled over and stretched out next to him.
"You, you really did come," said Fred, filled with a mixture of satisfaction and amazement.
"So did you," said Mona, toying with his limp prick. She glanced over at the clock and saw that their hour had only about two minutes to run.
"Listen," she said ruefully, "I've got to go now."
Fred caught her glance at the clock. "Time's up, huh," he said, in an even tone of voice.
"Afraid so," Mona replied. "You've only been contracted for an hourbusiness is business, even when it's pleasure."
Fred stared silently down at the wet mattress. Mona gently jerked her hand away from his crotch and got up off the bed.
"Hows 'bout meeting me for lunch tomorrow," she asked softly, pulling on the short nightgown.
Fred stared at her as the filmy garment slinked over her large, brown breasts. His gaze dropped to her crotch as the hem of the transparent nightie dropped gracefully over her pelt of black pussy hairs.
"I don't know," he said.
"Why not," said Mona. "No big love scene. Just talk."
Fred looked up at her and smiled. "Sure," he said. "What time'll be good for you?"
"I'd better call you-say, can you take calls like this at work? I mean-"
Fred Chuckled. "Up to about a week ago, I'd say no. But now I have a private phone, with an outside line-the switchboard operator'll never know."
Mona laughed. "Privilege of rank, huh? what are you, the president or something."
"No, just a brand new vice president." Mona was impressed. She could see by his eyes that he wasn't lying.
"You're awfully young, it seems," she said softly.
"Twenty-nine," sighed Fred, "youngest vee pee in the place."
"Must have taken a lot to get there," she said.
"Don't even ask," said Fred with a rueful grin. "Let's just go."
Mona drew on the silk robe she was wearing when Fred first came into the room. She stepped to the door of the suite's bedroom and opened it swiftly. Fred walked out First.
"Good evening, Mr. Styles," she heard him say. A hot flash of guilt coursed through her, then an uncertain fear. She didn't know that Styles would be waiting for her right outside the room, and was afraid that the orgasms
Fred had given her somehow showed on her face.
Fred left quickly, and was gone when she stepped into the front room of the suite.
"How did everything go," asked Styles softly.
"Didn't you. see his face," said Mona, leaning casually in the doorway.
Styles, of course, was able to Figure out what had happened by the way the young businessman had bid him a good night. But he didn't suspect that anything deeper was involved than what usually occurred.
"Seems like you were able to get him to receive his birthday present," he said absently, staring at his manicured nails.
Mona laughed at his euphemism.
"Daddy, it took about a minute and a half!"
Styles stood up and draped his arm around her robe covered shoulders.
"You did a good job tonight, honey," he said softly.
They walked out of the hotel and into Styles' car. Mona felt pleased at having carried out so easily what she thought would be a difficult assignment. And she felt excited at the prospect of seeing Fred Gold the following day.
"It's really sweet of you to help me with all this," said Clair, straining under the weight of the paper bag she lifted out of the trunk of her car.
"Hey, you and Fred are good friends of mine," said her neighbor, Randy Waite. He puffed slightly as he hefted a large cardboard box full of bottles and cans of refreshments for Fred's birthday party the following night.
"Hows 'bout a cup of coffee," she smiled, bending over to put the bag she was carrying down on the stone step leading to the back door of her house. She wore a long, loose skirt. A puff of wind blew the waist of the skirt aside as she bent down. Randy glanced over at the step, and caught a good look at her panty-covered ass. A pang of sharp lust shot through his tall, black frame.
"Stupid nigger," he chided himself. "Lusting after your neighbor's wife'" He hated to admit it to himself, but he had been wanting Clair's body for months.
Claire opened the screened back door and lugged the paper bag into her kitchen. Randy puffed in after her, plunking the cardboard box he was carrying down on the Gold's kitchen table.
"Damn!" he said, throwing his tall, heavy-set frame into a chair and leaning back. "Must be getting old, or something."
Claire stared into his handsome, angular face and laughed. "Those bottles must weigh a ton and a half!"
"That all," said Randy with a chuckle. Clair got up from the table and started preparing coffee.
"Ol' Fred out with the gang?" said Randy, seeing that they were alone in the house.
"Yup," replied Clair brightly, walking over to the table carrying a steaming hot pot of coffee. "Some of his office buddies are taking him out for a night on the town."
"Celebrating the big promotion, huh," smiled Randy broadly.
"Uh-huh," smiled Claire, pouring the black, steaming liquid into two small, yellow cups.
Claire stared at Randy's hand as he picked up the cup. His fingers were long, and powerful looking. His light-brown skin contrasted evenly with the yellow glass surface of the cup. From seemingly out of nowhere, a sharp pang of lust shot through her loins. She leaned back in her chair, and rubbed her thighs tightly together under the waist of the long skirt she was wearing. The movement drove her passions up still further.
"I wonder if it's true about their pricks," she thought, then mentally upbraided herself for the racist thought.
Randy downed his coffee in two large gulps. He pushed his chair away from the table and stood up slowly.
"Think I'd better be getting back," he said, his deep, bass voice resounding through the room.
Claire watched him walk out of the door to her kitchen. Her gaze was fixed on the outline of his firm buttocks under the tight jeans he was wearing.
She took their cups over to the sink and washed out their glazed insides slowly. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop wondering how his black hands would feel on her bare, white skin.
"Honey, I'm home," she heard a familiar voice call out. She dropped the cups into the dish drainer by the side of the sink and dashed out into the living room. Fred had just come in, and was pulling off his suit jacket.
"So how was the funeral?" he asked cheerily.
"Wonderful," said Claire with a chuckle. "How was your birthday party?"
"Like your funeral," said Fred with a wry smile. He had given up on trying to make himself feel guilty about having had sex with Mona.
"What the fuck," he thought, "it was Master's idea, anyway. Never would have thought of it myself." He hated to admit it to himself, but he felt a strong masculine pride at having made the young black whore come.
"Isn't it about time you went to bed," said Claire slyly.
Fred caught her implication. He began to feel nervous, wondering if he still had it in him to make her come. And get himself together for it, in the first place.
"Yeah, I guess it is," he said, stretching his arms out wide and yawning deeply.
He went slowly up to their bedroom, and quickly undressed. Claire dashed into the bathroom. He examined his naked flesh carefully to see that no traces of his illicit affair remained on his body.
"Guess I'm covered," he thought ruefully, then stretched his naked form out on the sheets.
Claire walked into the room a few minutes later, wearing a long nightgown. She slid under the blankets and seized his limp cock. He turned on his side, his penis becoming fully erect as Claire pressed her fingers into the rough male skin.
"Still got some left in me," he thought, a feeling of relief blending with his rapidly rising passions.
"Oooh, nice," murmured Claire. She began hoisting the hem of her nightgown up her slender limbs.
Fred pressed his hand into a cloth-covered breast. He remembered the feel of Mona's brown skin against his fingers.
"Take it off tonight," he whispered passionately.
Claire looked a bit surprised at his suggested change in their routine. But his suggestion excited her.
She got up off the bed, brushing her fingers lightly against the taut skin of his erect cock as she released her grip on the hardened male member. She stepped to the side of the bed and slowly drew the nightgown off her small, lithe frame.
"Yeah, baby," Fred gasped. The head of his prick swelled and turned bright red.
He grabbed her small mound of tit flesh as she slid back under the sheet; She turned on her side, the small pink nipple of her breast pressing tightly against Fred's palm.
"Oh, are you a horny one," she gasped. Fred responded by clamping his mouth over her full, sensuous lips. She parted her teeth and Fred slid the hot, horny, wet meat of his tongue into her yearning mouth. She reached down and seized the taut shaft of his stiff dick tightly, her fingers digging into the rough male skin.
Fred pressed the tip of his tongue to the roof of her mouth. Claire released her grip on his cock and draped a naked leg over his thigh.
Fred seized the shaft of his cock and slid the member into her pulsating pussy hole. Clair pressed her nipples into the wiry hairs covering Fred's torso and jerked her hips forward.
Fred gasped as his cock slid into the tight wetness of her cunt. He wrapped her arms around her naked frame and began to pump his penis slowly in and out of his wife's cunt.
Claire felt the slow, mounting pleasure of her husbands prick inside her. But her mind was filled with images of Randy Waite, her next door neighbor. She found herself trying to imagine that it was his big, black cock inside her, and jerked her mind back to the body of the man who was fucking her.
Fred found himself wondering at the difference between his wife's pussy and Mona's. He couldn't understand why, but, under the blankets, her cunt felt the same.
"There's got to be some difference between them," he thought, then turned his attentions to his hand, which had slid between their locked-together bodies.
"Forget where it is," Claire chided him gently, jerking her hips so that his fingers slid down the light-brown curls of hair covering her pussy.
"Nope," said Fred, his fingers reaching for her wrinkled cunt meat.