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always a lot of hot cum. You’re gonna learn to want my cum. You’re gonna swallow every drop of the black man’s cum and wish there was more. Now what you got to say?”
    As he was speaking, she could feel the heat draining downward to her vagina. She could feel how wet she’d become. “I…I…don’t know what to say,” she murmured. She wanted to tell him to leave, threaten to call the police if he didn’t. She remembered how his mouth felt as it covered hers, the wetness of his thick lips. Without looking up she whispered, “Teach me…please…teach me how to worship your black cock.”
    He leaned back in the chair. “Yeah, you got to learn some stuff.” He gestured for her to back away. She crawled backwards until she was about five feet from him. “Now,” he said, “stand up and strip for me, but do it real slow. You got to tease your man. You got to always let him know you’re hot for him, real hot for your black master. The only thing on your mind is to make your man hard, make him want to fuck you.”
    She had never been naked before a stranger. She had never stripped for her husband in the obscene way this stranger demanded. Her face was scarlet with shame. She didn’t know quite what to do. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. He nodded. “Lick your lips,” he said. “Make them shine.” As she unfastened the next two buttons, she circled her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Look at me, and pinch your nipples,” he instructed. “And tell me if them tits is mine to play with.”
    Her blouse hung open. She cupped her bare breasts and, with the thumb and index finger of each hand, squeezed her already distended nipples. “Yes,” she said, “my breasts are yours to…to play with.” He gestured for her to continue. She removed her blouse.
    “Just stand there for a minute. Put your hands behind your neck and push your titties out.” He observed her for a few moments. Embarrassed, she lowered her eyes. “Keep looking at me,” he said. “And you know what to do with your tongue.” She looked across at him and once more wet her lips. “Your tits ain’t too big but they don’t sag and you got nice long nipples. Anybody ever suck them nipples but your husband?”
    “No…just Brian.”
    “Well maybe you’d like someone else to suck them and bite them?” It was a question.
    She nodded her head. He waited. “Yes,” she said, “I’d like you to…to…suck my nipples.” Saying the words caused a tingling sensation in her stomach and the warm flow downward to her crotch.
    “Yeah, well maybe I will and maybe I won’t. The way you’re standin is called ‘the position.’ When you’re standin or on your knees if I tell you to take the position that means you put your hands behind your neck and throw your shoulders back. It’s like you’re offering yourself to your man. It’s like you sayin to him he can do what he wants: pinch your tits or slap them. He can stick his finger or his cock or even his big toe in your mouth. He can play with your cunt or your asshole and you don’t do nothing. When you stand or kneel in front him with your hands locked behind your neck you’re telling him that you’re hot and you want him to do what ever he feels like doin to you. And you never turn away or say anything. That’s the first lesson you got to learn about worshipping the black man’s cock.” He leaned forward and wagged a finger at her. “You got that lesson in your head?’
    She lowered her hands to her side and glanced back at Brian hoping he might object to these insanities. He was standing in the open doorway, his face pale, his eyes wide. His hand was on his crotch. She turned toward Travis and put her hands behind her neck again and squared her shoulders, “I understand,” she said.
    “When you’re ready for lesson two, you can drop the skirt, but take your time.”
    She pulled down the side zipper and slowly pushed the skirt over her hips. It slid down her legs