money saved for your kids’ Christmas. Travis tell us you spendin it on them fancy clothes and shoes tryin to look good for him. That true?”
Maureen bowed her head. Why did Silvie keep making her aware of how she’d betrayed her own children. She couldn’t answer. Silvie took a step closer and raised her hand. Immediately Maureen cried out, “Yes, it’s true.”
“Any of your kids’ money left?” Silvie asked.
Maureen glanced at Travis hoping he would intervene. He shook his head. The thought of what she had done here, and was doing and saying, made her wonder if she’d been drugged or was losing her mind. Somehow, she’d allowed herself to come under the complete control of this gross black stranger. She determined to fight against it. She looked up at Silvie, “There’s some money left. I’m not going to spend it. What I’ve done is wrong…I know it’s terribly wrong. I love my kids, love them with all my heart.” She turned to Travis, “When I get home I’m going find a way to replace what I took.”
Travis stood and unzipped his fly. He stepped up to her and roughly taking her head in his hands pushed her face into his open crotch. “Smell it,” he said. The strong, musky male sweat scent made her dizzy. She took deep breaths inhaling him. The night he came to her house reeled off in her head like a movie. Tiny rivers of tingling heat flowed down to her vagina. Everyone heard her muffled groan. Travis pushed her away and zipped up his fly. He looked down at her. “I’m tired of hearin about your fuckin kids and the fuckin Christmas money. You ain’t puttin nothin back. That right?”
Her breathing came fast. It was several moments before she could speak. She leaned forward placing her hands on his thighs. Looking up, she said, “I won’t. I won’t put the money back.”
“You gonna take what’s left and buy some new sexy stuff that I tell you to buy. That right?”
Still on her knees she stared into his hard black eyes, “I’ll take what’s left and buy what you tell me to. I promise.”
Silvie looked at her scornfully, “You want this big black mean bastard that much?’
Maureen nodded, the tears welled up again and ran down her cheeks, “Yes. I wish more than anything it wasn’t so, but I want to be his. I want to belong to him.”
Travis jerked his thumb toward the kitchen, “Get up,” he said. “Go with Silvie, she’ll tell you what to do. We got a game goin here and want some eats and beer.”
Chapter Four
The two women made sandwiches which they put on a tray along with five open bottles of Budweiser. Silvie directed Maureen to carry the loaded tray into the dining room. The men were engrossed in their poker game. Maureen stopped next to Travis. He took a sandwich and a beer. Without looking at her, he announced, “You brothers can feel her up if you want, kiss her. Kissin black guys turns her on. Tell her to sit on your lap and play with your dick. Just don’t fingerfuck her.” Still not looking at her, he ran his hand over her ass, “Ain’t I right, babe? The boys here can do what they want?”
She closed her eyes and nodded, “Yes, honey, they can do what they want.”
The men were staring at Maureen and smiling. Ari said, “Shit, Trav, damn good of you to let us play with your woman.” The others agreed. Maureen felt a shiver run through her body. Travis gestured that she was to continue serving. She went next to Ralph, the short, fat, older man. He looked up at her with beady eyes. As she leaned over with the tray, he put a pudgy hand on her breast. She pulled away. He sat back and frowned. “You got to be a lot more friendly than that,” he said.
She glanced at Travis who was looking at his cards. “I’m sorry,” she said. She stepped closer to the old man and bent over, inviting him to fondle her breasts. He slid his hands along her gown and squeezed both of them. “Nice,” he said, “very nice.”
She went next to Ari who took a beer and
Maureen bowed her head. Why did Silvie keep making her aware of how she’d betrayed her own children. She couldn’t answer. Silvie took a step closer and raised her hand. Immediately Maureen cried out, “Yes, it’s true.”
“Any of your kids’ money left?” Silvie asked.
Maureen glanced at Travis hoping he would intervene. He shook his head. The thought of what she had done here, and was doing and saying, made her wonder if she’d been drugged or was losing her mind. Somehow, she’d allowed herself to come under the complete control of this gross black stranger. She determined to fight against it. She looked up at Silvie, “There’s some money left. I’m not going to spend it. What I’ve done is wrong…I know it’s terribly wrong. I love my kids, love them with all my heart.” She turned to Travis, “When I get home I’m going find a way to replace what I took.”
Travis stood and unzipped his fly. He stepped up to her and roughly taking her head in his hands pushed her face into his open crotch. “Smell it,” he said. The strong, musky male sweat scent made her dizzy. She took deep breaths inhaling him. The night he came to her house reeled off in her head like a movie. Tiny rivers of tingling heat flowed down to her vagina. Everyone heard her muffled groan. Travis pushed her away and zipped up his fly. He looked down at her. “I’m tired of hearin about your fuckin kids and the fuckin Christmas money. You ain’t puttin nothin back. That right?”
Her breathing came fast. It was several moments before she could speak. She leaned forward placing her hands on his thighs. Looking up, she said, “I won’t. I won’t put the money back.”
“You gonna take what’s left and buy some new sexy stuff that I tell you to buy. That right?”
Still on her knees she stared into his hard black eyes, “I’ll take what’s left and buy what you tell me to. I promise.”
Silvie looked at her scornfully, “You want this big black mean bastard that much?’
Maureen nodded, the tears welled up again and ran down her cheeks, “Yes. I wish more than anything it wasn’t so, but I want to be his. I want to belong to him.”
Travis jerked his thumb toward the kitchen, “Get up,” he said. “Go with Silvie, she’ll tell you what to do. We got a game goin here and want some eats and beer.”
Chapter Four
The two women made sandwiches which they put on a tray along with five open bottles of Budweiser. Silvie directed Maureen to carry the loaded tray into the dining room. The men were engrossed in their poker game. Maureen stopped next to Travis. He took a sandwich and a beer. Without looking at her, he announced, “You brothers can feel her up if you want, kiss her. Kissin black guys turns her on. Tell her to sit on your lap and play with your dick. Just don’t fingerfuck her.” Still not looking at her, he ran his hand over her ass, “Ain’t I right, babe? The boys here can do what they want?”
She closed her eyes and nodded, “Yes, honey, they can do what they want.”
The men were staring at Maureen and smiling. Ari said, “Shit, Trav, damn good of you to let us play with your woman.” The others agreed. Maureen felt a shiver run through her body. Travis gestured that she was to continue serving. She went next to Ralph, the short, fat, older man. He looked up at her with beady eyes. As she leaned over with the tray, he put a pudgy hand on her breast. She pulled away. He sat back and frowned. “You got to be a lot more friendly than that,” he said.
She glanced at Travis who was looking at his cards. “I’m sorry,” she said. She stepped closer to the old man and bent over, inviting him to fondle her breasts. He slid his hands along her gown and squeezed both of them. “Nice,” he said, “very nice.”
She went next to Ari who took a beer and
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