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between his legs gave him a sense of power he’d never felt before. He thought if things were fair it would be like this always, not just for tonight. He’d have this young white woman undress him every night. He’d have her on her knees suckin him off and spreadin her legs for him, and callin him honey, and beggin him to fuck her ass. Yeah, that’s the way it ought to be. He leaned forward to tap her head, “Suck my dick, now and keep lookin up at me while you’re suckin. Let me see that you’re lovin it.”
    His scent had become stronger. She’d noticed that about black men. As they became aroused, the scent of their cocks and balls grew more intense. Like the others, the strong smell of Sam’s crotch caused her saliva to flow and her pussy to lubricate. She breathed him in and slowly slid her lips over his horrible cockhead all the while looking up into his mocking eyes.
    “Yeah, baby, that’s the way. Suck it good. It’s like Travis says, you is sure one black cock lovin woman.”
    She paused and holding his cock with both hands stared at it for several moments, “Travis is right,” she said.
    Sam grinned. “Well, you gonna love my cock for a long time tonight. I don’t want to cum quick so just tickle the end with your tongue, you know underneath the rim. And kiss it some more. I like to see you kissin my prick. Keep lookin up at me.” Maureen flicked her tongue on the base of his cockhead. “That’s the way,” he nodded. “Lick around the rim. Make it nice and wet.” He watched her for several minutes while she teased him with her lips and tongue. She paused to look up for his approval. His face was impassive. He frowned, “You know I hate women, especially uppity white women like you. Do you know that?”
    “Yes, Sam, I know.”
    “And you hate me as much as I hate you, ain’t that right?”
    She pressed her lips to his cockhead before answering, “Yes, that’s right. No man has ever humiliated me, and frightened me, and abused me the way you have.”
    “Your husband’s downstairs on the couch?” It was a question.
    “Yes, he’s on the couch.” She circled the rim of his cock with her tongue. “And here you is…where you want to be, on your knees kissin my prick?”
    She looked down at the ugly deformed head of his cock again, “Yes, Sam, this is where I want to be.” She looked up at him and wet her lips, “Please, let me take it all.”
    “Yeah, but I’m gonna give you a little of that abuse you was talkin about. You want my cock in your mouth, you got to earn it. You got to do somethin to prove you look up to the black man, you know, give him the respect he ought to have. Somethin to show you belong to whatever black man you is with.” She felt her heart beating faster. She swallowed and nodded. “First,” he continued, “push your middle finger up my asshole, real easy. Wet it first.” He pulled his legs back toward his chest presenting her with the black hairy crack of his ass and the puckered hole at its center. She drew back,
    “Goddamn it!” he yelled, “Do what I say!”
    Afraid, she wet her finger, then slowly pushed it into his opening. Her finger slid in easily. His passage felt slippery like mucus and was hot. When she took it out, he lowered his legs and sneered at her. “Now, Mrs. O’Donnel, if you want to suck my cock so bad, you got to suck your finger first.”
    She looked at him in disbelief, “You must be crazy,” she said.
    His cock was fully erect and hard. He leaned back again with his hands behind his head, “A white woman who belongs to black men do what the fuck they tell her to do, right?”
    “Yes, but…..”
    “Look at my prick. Look at it good. Unless you do what the fuck I told you, you ain’t gonna get it; not in your mouth, or your cunt, or up your ass.” He paused. She said nothing.
    Maureen bowed her head, “Bastard,” she whispered.
    “You gonna taste me where the sun don’t shine or ain’t you? I ain’t waitin any