Free The Sweet Wife by Charles Arnold Page A

herself to the black man. That’s why she’s here.”
    Maureen stood before the grizzled old drunk. He smelled strongly of urine. His face and hands were grimy, his black skin crusted. He reached out with both hands and placed his bony fingers on her breasts and squeezed them painfully, his long dirty fingernails digging into the thin material of her blouse. Suddenly his face became hard and mean. He hissed and spittle flew from the black hole of his mouth. Maureen cried out and forcefully pushed him away as she backed up. She turned toward Travis, “I can’t!” she screamed. “I can’t do it!”
    Travis clenched his fists. She could see the mounting rage in his face. He snatched up the quarters and went to the phone.
    “Hey, Trav,” Sammy yelled. “You’re not sendin the bitch home are you?”
    “You’re fuckin right, I’m sendin her home.”
    He dialed a number and spoke quickly and hung up. Maureen was afraid to approach him. He pointed toward the door. “Wait outside, bitch. Cab is on the way!” he yelled.
    The men in the crowd muttered their disappointment. Ruby shook her head, “I was hopin Trav would make her eat my pussy.”
    Not sure her trembling legs would carry her to the door, Maureen fled. Within three minutes the cab arrived. The driver was a black man, young and muscular. She slid into the back seat. He turned to face her. “It’ll be fifty. You got the money?”
    With a clutch of fear, she remembered she had only twenty dollars left. “It was twenty when I came here earlier this evening,” she said nervously.
    “Cost more to go home,” he said unsmiling.
    “All I have is twenty,” she fumbled in her purse.
    He took the bill she handed him. “You thirty dollar short.” He patted the front seat. “That mean you got to sit up here,” he said.
    She thought of running back into the bar and begging Travis to give her thirty dollars. She thought of trying to walk to Briarcilff. Neither thing seemed possible. Apprehensively, she climbed out of the back seat and into the front one.
    He pressed a button locking all the doors. He then unzipped his fly and withdrew a long thin cock that was already hard. He looked at her, “When you start suckin, I start drivin,” he said.
    “Please, no,” she protested. “I can give you the money when we get to my house.”
    “This ain’t about the fuckin money,” he said. He reached over and grabbing her forcefully by the back of her neck, drew her head down to his crotch. “You come down here wantin black cock. Now you got some. Suck it.”
    Like Travis, the scent was rich and musky. She felt herself moisten quickly. She took him into her mouth. At first she tried to make him cum by sucking hard, but when it became clear that he could hold off, she licked his shaft and teased his cockhead with her tongue. The trip lasted twenty minutes. When the cab stopped he had not yet cum. He lifted her head so she had to look at him. “For a white bitch you suck pretty good,” he said. “You like my black prick?”
    Her fingers were still around the base of his cock. Her lips were swollen and wet, her eyes misty. “Yes, I do. I…I...like it.”
    “You take all my cum. Don’t spill any?”
    “Yes, I...I’ll take it…all of it.”
    He let go of her. She tugged his pants down and cupping his balls, licked them. Gently, she slid her lips and tongue over the length of his cock until it was once more wet with her spittle. Then, she took him inside her mouth and sucked fast and hard, moaning all the while. He cried out and came in hot spurts, filling her mouth so that she had to keep swallowing.
    As she got out of the cab, he handed her a scrap of paper with a number written on it, “My name’s Robert,” he said. “Any time you want a ride to or from Riverton call me.” He grabbed her wrist pulling her halfway back into the cab. “You know the fare, right?”
    She glanced at his cock which had just begun to subside. “Yes, Robert, I know the