better.”
“Yeah,” Silvie said, “nipples like that is sensitive to pleasure and to pain. Don’t take much to stiffen them and don’t take much to make them hurt like hell.”
Sammy stepped closer. “Hey, Trav, how about I suck one?”
Travis grinned, “Yeah, sure. She told us she gonna do what the black man tell her.”
My God, Maureen thought, they are speaking about me as if I’m not here, as if I have no say about my own body. She covered both breasts with her hands. Travis shook his head in mock sadness, “The bitch seems to have a learnin problem.” He laid a heavy hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “You stand up, bitch. You walk over to where Sammy is and sit your ass on the table so he don’t have to bend over. Then you ask him real nice if he will please suck your nipple.”
She turned quickly, ready to protest, but Travis shoved her from his lap and pointed toward Sammy who was in a chair at the far end of the table. She went to him. They laughed as she struggled to seat herself on the table facing Sammy. Looking once more toward Travis and seeing that his face was impassive, she offered her breast to the grinning Sammy. “Please,” she said, having trouble speaking, “will you please suck my nipple?”
Sammy glanced around at the others then back at her, “If I do that for you, whatcha gonna give me?”
“I…I…don’t know...I...,” Maureen stuttered.
“Maybe your gonna spread your legs and ask me to put my finger in your cunt?” he said. Everyone laughed.
Maureen looked back at Travis who nodded. She wanted to scream, to run for the door. Instead she said, “Yes, I’ll ask you.”
Sammy leaned forward and slid his lips over her distended nipple. He sucked hard then swirled his tongue around it. Maureen closed her eyes and fought successfully to keep from groaning aloud. She found herself wishing one of the men would take her other nipple in his mouth. Sammy’s teeth closed down on the base of her nipple, but the pain only excited her more. This time she groaned and everyone heard her. The men looked knowingly at one another. Silvie smiled.
Sammy flicked the tip of her nipple with his tongue, then stepped back. He grinned at her. “Now since I done so good, I think you got somethin to ask me?”
Maureen stared down at her hands which were folded in her lap. “Will you put your…your finger in me?”
“Where?” Sammy asked.
“In my…in my…”
“Say it!” Travis yelled.
Still not looking up she spoke in almost a whisper, “Will you put your finger in my...my cunt?”
Sammy waited. After a few moments, she pulled her gown open and spread her legs. Everyone could see the glistening secretions along her slit.
Ali peered closer, “Clean as a whistle. Bet she shaved it this morning, just for us.”
“You do that?” the short fat older man called Ralph asked.
Maureen nodded, “Yes, this morning.”
Sammy held a long middle finger up to her lips. “Kiss it if you want it,” he said. She touched her lips to its tip. He stood back a little so everyone could see and slowly inserted his finger into her. “Oh my!” he exclaimed “it slid right in. She’s wet and slick and her pussy ain’t just warm, it’s fuckin hot!” Everyone laughed again. Slowly he began to move his finger in and out.
Maureen tried to think of other things, of other places, but it was hopeless. Soon her breath was coming quickly. Although she tried not to, she found herself pushing her pelvis toward him.
Silvie moved closer to them. In a loud voice she said, “I wonder what Mrs. O’Donnel’s sweet little kids would say if they could see their mama sittin on a poker table in Riverton gettin finger-fucked by the ugliest man in town.”
“Yeah, and lovin it,” Sammy said.
The men cheered and laughed. Tears quickly came to Maureen’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Sammy withdrew his finger and held it up to her mouth again. “You want more, you know what you got to do.” She
“Yeah,” Silvie said, “nipples like that is sensitive to pleasure and to pain. Don’t take much to stiffen them and don’t take much to make them hurt like hell.”
Sammy stepped closer. “Hey, Trav, how about I suck one?”
Travis grinned, “Yeah, sure. She told us she gonna do what the black man tell her.”
My God, Maureen thought, they are speaking about me as if I’m not here, as if I have no say about my own body. She covered both breasts with her hands. Travis shook his head in mock sadness, “The bitch seems to have a learnin problem.” He laid a heavy hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “You stand up, bitch. You walk over to where Sammy is and sit your ass on the table so he don’t have to bend over. Then you ask him real nice if he will please suck your nipple.”
She turned quickly, ready to protest, but Travis shoved her from his lap and pointed toward Sammy who was in a chair at the far end of the table. She went to him. They laughed as she struggled to seat herself on the table facing Sammy. Looking once more toward Travis and seeing that his face was impassive, she offered her breast to the grinning Sammy. “Please,” she said, having trouble speaking, “will you please suck my nipple?”
Sammy glanced around at the others then back at her, “If I do that for you, whatcha gonna give me?”
“I…I…don’t know...I...,” Maureen stuttered.
“Maybe your gonna spread your legs and ask me to put my finger in your cunt?” he said. Everyone laughed.
Maureen looked back at Travis who nodded. She wanted to scream, to run for the door. Instead she said, “Yes, I’ll ask you.”
Sammy leaned forward and slid his lips over her distended nipple. He sucked hard then swirled his tongue around it. Maureen closed her eyes and fought successfully to keep from groaning aloud. She found herself wishing one of the men would take her other nipple in his mouth. Sammy’s teeth closed down on the base of her nipple, but the pain only excited her more. This time she groaned and everyone heard her. The men looked knowingly at one another. Silvie smiled.
Sammy flicked the tip of her nipple with his tongue, then stepped back. He grinned at her. “Now since I done so good, I think you got somethin to ask me?”
Maureen stared down at her hands which were folded in her lap. “Will you put your…your finger in me?”
“Where?” Sammy asked.
“In my…in my…”
“Say it!” Travis yelled.
Still not looking up she spoke in almost a whisper, “Will you put your finger in my...my cunt?”
Sammy waited. After a few moments, she pulled her gown open and spread her legs. Everyone could see the glistening secretions along her slit.
Ali peered closer, “Clean as a whistle. Bet she shaved it this morning, just for us.”
“You do that?” the short fat older man called Ralph asked.
Maureen nodded, “Yes, this morning.”
Sammy held a long middle finger up to her lips. “Kiss it if you want it,” he said. She touched her lips to its tip. He stood back a little so everyone could see and slowly inserted his finger into her. “Oh my!” he exclaimed “it slid right in. She’s wet and slick and her pussy ain’t just warm, it’s fuckin hot!” Everyone laughed again. Slowly he began to move his finger in and out.
Maureen tried to think of other things, of other places, but it was hopeless. Soon her breath was coming quickly. Although she tried not to, she found herself pushing her pelvis toward him.
Silvie moved closer to them. In a loud voice she said, “I wonder what Mrs. O’Donnel’s sweet little kids would say if they could see their mama sittin on a poker table in Riverton gettin finger-fucked by the ugliest man in town.”
“Yeah, and lovin it,” Sammy said.
The men cheered and laughed. Tears quickly came to Maureen’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Sammy withdrew his finger and held it up to her mouth again. “You want more, you know what you got to do.” She
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