Chapter 9
Lazara now had three regular lovers. She saw Mike Gersten twice a month, usually on a Thursday, unless his work or her period interfered. Duane Forest came to see her once a month, whenever he was in New York on business, and the two of them cursed each other out vilely while fucking, sucking and doing things people who normally loved one another would do. Then there was Daryn Purcell. He had been put on an overseas route, and he had asked for Lazara. So whenever they were in another country, Lazara spent the entire layover with Daryn.
During the next few months she met many men, and when the price was a good one, she slept with them, steadily building her Swiss bank account to almost a hundred-thousand dollars by the time the first year had elapsed. In addition, she had well over twenty-thousand dollars worth of gems, all of which were appreciating in value. She also had one painting given to her by the owner of an art museum and studio. She had taken it to an art appraiser who had valued it at fifteen-hundred dollars at the present, and probably it would be worth a helluva lot more in years to come.
Fourteen months after she had joined Trans-Universal Airlines, Lazara was invited to a party along with Daryn, Marilyn, and almost every flying member of the company. It was a party celebrating the company's thirtieth year in business, and it was being held at the huge house of the present chairman of the board, Ben Pollard. He looked like the old movie actor Minor Watson, with all white hair, a fatherly round-cheeked face, and a friendly smile for everyone, especially Lazara. The party was loud and it was long, and everyone was having a fabulous time. There were no restraints as Marilyn had been afraid there might be, since Dan Pollard was rumored to be a highly conservative man. People milled around in what looked like a huge ballroom, and they spilled over into the den, living room, solarium, and soon were all over the house. Marilyn even disappeared with Ralph Plank, the Operations V.P. who was shortly being moved up to the presidency of the company.
Pollard was moving around all night, talking to everyone, smiling at the ladies, shaking hands with all the men. He was a widower, and in his day was rumored to be quite a ladies' man. Not only was he chairman of the board, but he was also the company's major stockholder.
Lazara wore a pink dress cut very low in front with a brassiere that pushed her full breasts up very high, making them look even larger than they were, as if such a thing were necessary. At one point during the evening, while she was standing by herself near the punchbowl, Pollard approached her, smiled, and said, "May I suggest you go upstairs. Go to the room all the way at the end of the hallway. Just walk inside."
Lazara knew this was not the time to ask questions of the corporation's biggest wheel. She smiled, turned, and headed for the front hall. When she got there, she mounted the stairs that were covered with red velvet carpeting and walked to the end of a very long hallway. She entered what she knew was the master bedroom, an ornate room with a massive bed and old, almost Victorian furniture.
Less than five minutes later, Ben Pollard walked in.
"How do you like it?" he asked.
"It's lovely" she told him.
"How would you like to live here the rest of your life?" he asked, taking her completely by surprise.
"Me?" she asked. "Mr. Pollard, I'm just a stewardess."
"You're also a woman, a highly attractive woman, and you have the singular quality of being both beautiful and black."
"Black is a requisite?" she asked.
"For a reason," he nodded. "The important thing is, you follow orders for a short period of time. I assure you it will be a very short period, afterwhich you'll be giving the orders."
"Mr. Pollard, a girl has the right to know just what it is she's getting herself into. I have no idea what kind of orders you'll give."
"There'll be times I'll want you to do things you might not want to do," he told her. "But at no time will I ask you to do anything that might disgust you. Nor will I ask you to endure any permanently damaging pain."
"Only temporarily damaging pain?" she mused.
"You look like an extremely intelligent woman," he told her. "I'm giving you an opportunity to climb out of the rat race once and for ail." "Why me?" she wanted to know. "It will all become very clear to you in the not-too-distant future. You have my word."
"Mr. Pollard, do your worst."
"In private, you can call me Ben. Now undress!"
"Here? Now? With the door open and the light on?"
"Yours is not to reason why," he told her, and she knew that any more questions would be foolish on her part if she wanted to continue the charade he was beginning.
Smiling, she undressed, and the white-haired man walked over and began caressing her chocolate body. He lowered his head and began sucking on a nipple, sucking at the growing black bud gently as he began easing her naked body to the carpet. She didn't understand why he had chosen her. He had the chance to pick up just about any stewardess at the party, and black or white, as far as she was concerned there were some prettier than she. Why had this man selected her? He didn't seem the type to have a fetish for black flesh. When he kissed her mouth, she felt a familiar tingling charging through her body, and she ran her fingers through his white hair, pressing him all the more tightly to her.
Pollard lifted his mouth from hers, smiled down at her, and nodded, saying, "Yes, you'll do admirably. You're young, eager, willing, and quite capable of pleasing me. You're exactly what I want."
She whimpered with lust, not understanding what strange power there was about this old man that aroused her, but he surely did. Her painted red fingernails lightly tickled the nape of his neck, and then she was undressing him. It took awhile, but he was soon as naked as she in the brightly lit room, and he was pressing the hardened tip of what was still a formidable penis against the black silken jungle of her vaginal hairs. The man inhaled the sensuous odors of her perfumed flesh and he felt the warmth of her palm swarming over the head of his hard cock. He crushed his mouth against her full lips, plunging his stiffly wet tongue into the unresisting open heat of her sucking mouth.
Screaming for release as tiny fired of excited passion danced over her dusky flesh, her body began quivering and jerking upward against him, completely oblivious of the fact that anyone might walk in on them at any time. She knew he was doing this with the door open and the lights on to test her total obedience to him. Just why he was so set on having her was something she didn't know, but believed him when he said she would indeed eventually find out.
Her squeezing hand was wrapped tightly around the old man's throbbing penis, milking the pulsing shaft to where it swelled to greater heights of lusty excitement, though her dazed and swirling mind continued questioning why she was so willing to obey this man blindly. It was a hunch, and her hunches almost always paid off. For some reason this old man's hot, flaccid penile skin that she pulled back and forth over the helmetlike head was more sensuous and arousing than even Daryn Purcell's cock, and Daryn had, until now, been the most all-around sensuous man she knew. True, Duane was able to outlap him, but Daryn was better in every other department. Even so, this nakedly aching cock was so stimulating, and she knew it was eager to fuck her, and so she was eager to be fucked by it.
"Yes indeed," the white-haired man whispered in her ear as her softly milking hand slid over the smooth, rubbery head of the throbbing twitching phallus. It was a wonderful cock, all right, and he had selected her to be the recipient of it.
Ben Pollard was well aware this woman wanted to be solidly fucked. His hands wandered all over her perfumed flesh, enjoying the feel of her, thrilling to her satin skin. Everything about her was delectable.
Pinching and pulling at her voluptuous nakedness, his hand glided swiftly to the pink slash hidden under the growth covering her pelvis. Tingling, aching for the old man's touch, the pink-ly flaccid lips involuntarily spread themselves beneath her curling hair and allowed his seeking ringers into the heatedly damp crevice to brush against the already erect bud of her pulsating clitoris. It felt so good, so very good.
"I like everything about you, Lazara," the old man whispered. "As a matter of fact, I've been looking at your records since you've been with the company, and it's quite good. That's neither here nor there. I've also spoken to many other people about you, and from what they've told me, you're just the person I want. You're strong-willed, and given the power, you won't be deterred by a lot of foolish people."
"The power?" she asked.
"As I said, you'll discover what I'm talking about all in good time. In the meantime, I'm glad you're such a lovely woman because you can alleviate my loneliness and probably be the companion I've been needing for some time, now."
Together they rose and sat on the bed, she, still gripping his penis, tugging on it with licentiously rhythmic strokes. She teased his phallic lance again and again.
Pollard reached down and took her fingers from his pulsating penis. He rolled her over on the bed so she lay face-down. It was a gentle handling, but at the same time he was letting her know he was the master and she was definitely the slave. She would do just about anything he wished.
Still not understanding what the white-haired man had in mind, she let her face rest on the pillow of the bed. A burningly salacious ripple shot through her from the top of her spine down to the backs of her trembling thighs as she felt the man climbing onto her body. Considering his age, his body was still very firm, and his solidly firm penis was dragging itself against the insides of her thighs.
At first she thought he might want to fuck her dogstyle, and simply lay there, letting him plan the next move. The penis slid along her trembling flesh, leaving a path of salacious desire in its wake. The pinkly wet lips of her seething vagina opened without her willing it to happen, expecting to be met by the massively jerking penis, but a moment later those inner lips were disappointed when the upward moving phallic staff didn't penetrate.
Lazara bit her lower lip and raised the upper part of her torso, balancing herself on her elbows so that her breasts swayed helplessly beneath her. She gasped as the heated rubbery tip slid to the long dark crevices that separated the quivering dark-brown orbs of her never-before-penetrated buttocks. Lazara suddenly understood exactly what the man intended doing. Once, twice, a third time the stone-solid shaft pushed at the damp crevice of her anus, searching for an entry through the tiny elastic ring hiding between her perspiring orbs.
No one had ever done that to her, before.
She was submitting to his demands because an inner voice told her it would be highly beneficial in the long run, but she remembered him saying something about not wanting to do any permanent damage to her, and now she knew why.
Without realizing it she was breathing heavily as she felt the swollenly twitching penis probe at her rubbery sphincter, slowly pushing against her virginal anus as if searching for the key to open the narrow orifice and force her to accept the sadistic intrusion.
Pain charged through her as he pushed, and with it, a sense of pleasure. It circled through her entire quivering body as beads of perspiration poured off her. Each confusing thought of the two words that contradicted one another cued her tiny, narrow sphincter and it clenched and unclenched in time to the way her heart was beating, seeming to grasp at the burning red tip of the old man's throbbing cock and pull it toward her untouched opening. She heard him grunting and groaning, then suddenly felt him throw his arms around her, grabbing her firmly jiggling breasts, pulling her up and around to face him.
"You're too tight," he told her. "We need to make everything smooth and oily for a good fit."
At first she didn't quite comprehend what he meant, but the obsessed look in his shining eyes almost instantly let her know what he wanted as he pushed her face toward his groin.
"Hurry up!" he commanded, and the helpless woman knew there was no way for her to refuse what he wanted. Cautiously she parted her full lips and eased her tongue out of her mouth. The perns was big, though not as big as others she had known. Still it was big enough for the man to be proud of what he sported.
Lazara felt ridiculous. Here was a man about to sodomize her, and in order to help him carry out his perverted desire, she was about to suck on his penis and lubricate it to make it fit that much more easily into her asshole.
"You know it'll hurt if you don't make it nice and slippery," he insisted. Yes, she knew.
Letting out a soft moan that let him know her body needed satisfaction too, she flicked her long pink tongue all the way out to wet the burning tip with her own saliva. Guided by the old man's hands, she quickly ran the length of her tongue along the heatedly pulsating penis. His skin had a sweetish taste to it. As if detached from reality she continued to lap at the twitching shaft, and then made a ring of her lips and began sucking three quarters of it in and out, in and out. She wondered if she was becoming a depraved sex maniac.
"Jesus!" he groaned, and suddenly pushed her away, turning her body onto its belly again and forcing her to lie on the. bed with her bumcheeks up in the air.
"I have this thing for ass-fucking," he gasped. "It's my only real weakness. I'm certain you'll be able to put up with it for a little while, just a little while. When it's all over and done with, you'll understand why, and you'll be glad you did."
Lazara knew the old man had almost come in her mouth, and she trembled, wondering what his sperm tasted like. All the cocks she had sucked had each given off a different-tasting sperm. There were those women without discerning taste buds who thought all semen tasted the same, but Lazara knew different. Each man had his own taste, just as his body had its own scent.
Once again he was pressing the large red knob against her anal opening. It was definitely too big to fit in there. If she had any brains she wouldn't even allow him to try. She rotated her upthrust hips frantically trying to escape the probing phallus. All this managed to do was lodge the wetly burning tip in the elastic opening of her previously untouched rectum. The tip was wet, oily with her saliva, but she was certain she still would not be able to take it.
The man was reaching under her now, feeling between her thighs, seeking, finally finding the bud of her clitoris. She gasped at the exciting touch of his fingers on her delicate bud, and this made her jerk her buttocks up and back, feeling the heatedly pointed tip probe just a little deeper into her defensively tightening anus. Oh no! He was forcing it in. . . unnnnnhhhh. . . still. . . the finger felt so good. . . aaannnhhh. . . no. . . no. . . no. . .
"Hhhuuunnnhhh! AHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped out loud, wanting him to stop but unable to move away. Her swollen man-in-the-boat had become the ruling point of her body at that moment. It seemingly guided her physical being, uncaring about her mental refusal. Her body ached for sexual gratification any way it was able to receive it.
Now, against her will, her frightened buttocks were relaxing, and without hesitation her tiny sphincter loosened its tenuous grip on the organ trying to plumb her defenseless rectum.
She waited, holding her breath. A second went by, then two seconds, then a third, and then the pulsing penis slowly began pushing forward.
"Uuuuunnnngggghhh. . . uuunnnggghhh. . . " she gasped in stifled and pained breaths and shook her roundly smooth asscheeks, making the delighted black orbs feel as if rapid shots of heated sexual lightning were blasting through her trembling body. God! It was the first time she felt that sex was a wantonly obscene and perverted thing as the swollen penis continued pushing against her defenseless anus. It hurt! Oh Lord! Did it ever hurt! The head of the penis was nearly inside the elastically widening doughnut of her anus. It was stretching her, hurting her, and perversely, much as it hurt she didn't want it to stop. . . not really.
"Hhhuuunnnggghhhaaarrrggghh! AHHHHHH! OHHHHH!" she moaned with a mixture of masochistic pain and ecstatic pleasure. "Stop! For the love of God! It hurts!"
She jerked her quivering black buttocks to one side, then jerked them to the other in an effort to stop the burning pain that got hotter and hotter as the old man pushed his writhing hips forward with a choking grunt. The pain! It was becoming much too much, more than she had expected, and she howled as her upraised buttocks wriggled helplessly in a vain attempt to get away from the strong plumbing of the narrow channel between them.
Obscene, sex-ridden thoughts burned through her brain, and she began sobbing uncontrollably as she realized that in spite of the pain, she was fast learning to love this newly discovered method of fucking.
The old man smiled as he listened to her whimpering sobs. It had been a long, long time since he had ass-fucked any woman, and this was his first affair with a black woman, but he smiled, knowing she was exactly what he wanted to make certain the airline remained solid after he died. He knew this was a level-headed woman, acquainted with all the people who ran the various planes as well as members of the ground crew. He also knew "that she had become friendly with certain office personnel, including Ralph Plant, the future president of the airline. She would be a steadying influence where it counted, but more important, she would be an overpowering influence, as well. She was going to be his big surprise when the next board of directors meeting came around. Not one to waste time, he had already had certain transfer papers drawn up by his attorneys, and ail that was needed was the name of the person to whom he was doing the transferring. He thought about all this as he continued pushing his penis into her ravaged anal channel.
It hurt! It hurt! That was all the poor woman was able to think of. The massive penis sank another agonizing millimeter into her tightly clasping anus, stretching it beyond all limits of endurance. She was going to be split open like a musk melon.
"Help me!" he gasped. "Push back, and you'll find the pain ending that much sooner."
Pushing slowly, painfully backward, the lusting black woman in her masochistic passion tried fitting more of the stump of thick cock into the tightness of her squeezing rectum. Her heartbeat registered a steady thump ... thump ... thump ... thump of continual agony as she pushed her buttocks onto the rigid shaft.
The millionaire did his best to match the pressure of her backward thrusting hips. He slowly slid his solidly aching cock continually forward, sinking it deeper and deeper into the ravaged narrowness. He, himself, felt a certain amount of pain as her tight rectum squeezed the thickness of his thrusting penis. God! He'd never fucked anything this tight in his life, before. His cock felt bigger and thicker than it had ever previously felt, and he was afraid of dying ahead of time with ecstatic desire.
Helplessly skewered by the solidly rotating cock, Lazara was certain she would be split in half and moaned again. But even as she moaned, she felt the pain beginning to recede in her rectum, and the strangely lewd sensations she had felt building within her was mounting higher and higher. Obscene desire was building to greater heights, and the pulsing in her cunt was no longer agony but pure lust. All the while the old man continued rubbing his titillating finger against the extended nodule of her clitoris, building unbelievable pressure.
She almost eagerly obeyed him when he pulled at her slender thighs, now forcing her to lie flat on her belly instead of kneeling with her buttocks frantically waving in the air. The solidity of the mattress and the savage hardness of his plunging penis all engulfed her shuddering inner self at the same time. Her licentiously maddened nerves rippled with wave after wave of sensuously wild torment as her slowly undulating hips now pulled the thickly probing penis ever deeper inside her tugging rectum and colon. When his hard pelvis smacked against the black orbs of her buttocks, and his pelvic hair brushed against her anal pucker, she knew he was all the way in as her firmly round breasts pushed all the harder into the mattress. Her trembling asscheeks would spring back to life when he pulled away from her, and then abruptly flatten again when he drove his massive pole all the way into the clinging depths of her hairless little asshole. The pain had now completely faded away, replaced by an insatiable and fiery desire, as she wished for more of the stabbing, thrusting penis. "Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" she gasped as he pushed his cock right back into the tortured depths of her rectum. "Harder! Harder! Ben, fuck me harder!" she gasped.
"I knew you'd like this," he gasped. "I knew you were the kind of girl able to adapt to anything."
As far as Lazara was concerned, all that counted in the world at this moment was the man's continually lustful sodomizing of her body. The old man's cock had widened her elastic hole until he had an almost-easy entry. His hard cock slid in and out all the more rapidly as his colorless seeping seminal oils continued lubricating the ravaged passageway.
Out of control with insane desire, the lovely Lazara's slender calves now shot up at a ninety degree angle to her thighs and flailed insanely on either side of her. Her spastically twitching body loosened her ravaged anus even more, allowing the depraved sodomist to slam another solid blow against the trembling cheeks of her shuddering buttocks while driving every last little inch of his lasciviously maddened penis deep into her savagely raped bowels.
She winced painfully at the sudden masochistic pleasure still shooting through her trembling body and groaned softly. A cock in her ass felt good, really good. She wanted him to go on and on and on.
Flat on her belly, she gasped as her black perspir- ing buttocks bucked spastically in the air while the old man slammed his massive cock into her tightness with what little strength he had left, fucking her like a crazed hound.
"Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me!" she gasped, exciting herself to the ultimate breaking point. "IIIIII'MMMMMMMM. . . COMMMIII-IIIINNNGGGUUUHHH. . . AAARRRGG-GHHHNNNGGGHHHH!" she bellowed as the pressure from the mounting balloon of rapture bloated itself with inner desire as the release took place. She was having both, a clitoral orgasm and a rectal orgasm at the same time.
The balloon of desire within her burst as she quivered spasmodically, throwing her helpless legs out to the sides and the thrilling electric shocks of climax blasted through her tortured mind. Snapping like a snake whip, her curvy body convulsed with the overpoweringly brutal climax as it hit at the very center of her being.
Ben Pollard felt the raw, burning liquid of her inner oils spewing from her jerking vagina onto his hand as it rubbed viciously at her swollen clitoris. He was pleased she was able to attain an anal orgasm, but he had not yet come, so her "duty" was not yet quite completed.
His two hands quickly sought her well-rounded hips as he drew her roughly to him, while at the same time he leaned back and watched his lancing phallus, making certain it would not come out of her ravaged backside until he was done with her.
Dazed by the overpowering strength of her own orgasm, the helpless stewardess obediently lifted her hips as he tugged at the soft resilience of her skin. The two black moons of her ass cheeks quivered from the force of her orgasm and were separated solely by the white pipe of flesh between them pumping into her tiny pink orifice. Almost crazed with sexual excitement, never believing he would feel this way fucking a black woman, the man looked down at her trembling asscheeks, enjoying the contrast of his white cock between them.
He continually slid his throbbing cock in and out, in and out, feeling her tight asshole suck on the length of it, nursing on it, wanting to pull the sperm out of it. This aberration was his only weakness, and soon he would have no weaknesses. By catering to him without asking questions, by letting him enjoy her, and by enjoying him at the same time, she had insured what Ben Pollard had in mind.
The woman rolled and moaned, drunk with the satisfaction or orgasmic lust, slowly rolling her hips from side to side as the man continued sinking his pulsating cock in and out of her shuddering asshole. She gasped with renewed pain now that the orgasm was over, but even that quickly faded as the penis pushed and pushed, widening her ass hole once" again. Lazara relaxed her squeezing anal opening even more as the man grabbed her loosely dangling breasts and began tugging on them, forcing her to once more move her rounded buttocks against his body.
Looking at the smoothness of her flesh, he wanted her ass muscles clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, seeing that even though she had already come, she was enjoying his penis thrusting into her rectum. The rubbery walls of her tortured back cavity continued to tightly cling to his cock, driving him totally out of his mind as he drove into her vagina with greater and greater strength. Lord! That asshole of hers was tighter than any other he had ever fucked.
The tight muscles in his own flexing buttocks squeezed spasmodically as he continued smashing his white thighs against her helpless black flesh, pounding her cheeks until he thought they would permanently flatten. His hands clung to the fullness of her jiggling breasts as he kept on pulling her back, making the aroused woman feel more and more delighted as she became that much more accustomed to his driving penis. He continued thrusting, plunging, and cramming his cock into her narrow inner chamber, continually widening her sphincter muscle.
He was panting heavily with his exertions, but he wasn't worried about his heart giving way. It was the one organ in his body that was still good ... aside from his cock. Releasing her soft breasts, he brought his hands back and gripped her buttocks, tugging them apart to give himself a better view of his thrusting cock going in and out of her narrow asshole. Wow! She was so tight it was as if the inner friction was scraping the first layer of skin from his throbbing cock.
He was building higher and higher now, and knew there was very little time left as the tight skin around his rigidly thrusting phallus screamed in agony, afraid it might be scraped off by the tightly burning ring of her anus. The old man was able to hear the squeaky sounds made by her interior, feeling the pressure of her softly succulent buttocks as they slapped incessantly against his pounding stomach. Oh was this goodl He berated himself for having waited this long to enjoy this all over again. His wife had died five years earlier, and since then he'd had nothing to do with women. He had originally convinced himself that he was making the black girl do this in payment for all he was about to do for her, but the truth of the matter was, he wanted to fuck an ass again. When his wife had been alive he had been the most unfaithful of men, but when she died, he had, until tonight, been very faithful to her memory.
So good! So good! It was becoming too muchl Now it was beginning, deep in his testicles as they smacked against the hairy mat covering her pelvis and cunt. There was a shuddering of bubbling fluids, then a temporary stoppage, and the last second of self-control before the first blasts of overpowering semen burst from the aching tip of his tormented penis and spewed into her ravaged bowels.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGGG-GHHHHAAAARRRGGGHHH!" he bellowed, screaming like a wild bull as he leaned back and jerked wildly against the rounded black flesh of her rounded, swollen buttocks.
Once, twice, three times, ten times, twenty times his body jerked as he fired again and again into the deeply quivering guts of the prone woman, filling her rectum and colon with the searing white fluid from his tortured testicles.
Uncounted minutes passed as he sprawled on top of her, his penis still stuck inside her, slowly wilting. He was almost unconscious, regaining his strength. Finally he was able to pull himself off her, and the two of them dressed.
"You'll notice," he told her. "Even though the light was on and the door was open, no one disturbed us. In this house no one will disturb you other than myself. I have a lot to teach you and a very short time in which to teach it all."
"What are you talking about?" Lazara asked as she rubbed her behind with tissues to take out all the dripping semen.
"Tomorrow you'll find out. I want you to move out of wherever you're living and permanently move in here. This will be your new home for as long as you wish. It, among other things, will be