Free Maureen's Choice by Charles Arnold Page B

covered his testicles with soft wet kisses. She paused to look up at him. “Do you like it, Sam? Do you like to see your pretty white woman kneeling before you naked and kissing your balls? Do you like how it feels? Do you like knowing I’ll do whatever you tell me to do?” She bent her head to press her parted lips to his swollen ball sack again. Then, looking up, she said. “Look at me Sam. Watch your pretty white woman kiss your balls.” She lowered her head again and gently pressed her lips to his balls.
    “Yeah, this is how it ought to be. The white woman, the pretty white woman on her knees kissin the black man’s balls.”
    She stroked his hardening cock for a moment before pushing it back up against his stomach. “Yes, this is how it ought to be,” she said. She bent her head low and opened her mouth wide and closed her lips over his swollen ball sack. She held it in her mouth gently sucking it and moving her tongue against it.
    For most of the night he kept her sucking his cock. Twice he fucked her cunt and pulled out in time for her to take his cum in her mouth. Once, he fucked her ass and came in it. She orgasmed powerfully each time he fucked her. She even came when he pushed his thick cock into her ass. Once he told her to sit in the chair across from the bed and finger herself while he watched. She came in less than a minute.
    “You say want me to make you do things?” he asked.
    “I’ll do what you tell me to do.”
    “Since I just let you cum, you owe me,” he said.
    She still sat in the chair across from him, her legs spread. “Yes, Sam honey, I owe you.” She felt her heart pounding. She was afraid of what he might demand.
    He rolled off the bed and turned with his back to her. He bent down over the bed, his ass facing her. “Crawl to it,” he said.
    She made a small whimpering sound in her throat. Then she slid off the chair and crawled across the space that separated them. She got to her knees, her face even with his raised ass. He reached behind him with both hands and spread his cheeks. “Kiss it,” he said, “kiss your lover’s black ass. The stench of his maleness was powerful but it excited her. She leaned forward and kiss one ass cheek then the other. After a moment, she extended her tongue and licked his ass until it was wet with her spittle..
    He pushed her back and turned around. His cock was hard again. She looked up at him. “Thank you,” she said.
    “For what?”
    “For letting me kiss you there.”
    He grinned down at her, “And where did my pretty white woman kiss her black lover?”
    She swallowed hard, her breathing was heavy, “On my knees, I kissed your ass and…and I licked it….licked your ass.”
    “Did you like it?”
    She didn’t answer immediately. She bowed her head and twisted her hands in front of her. Finally, in a soft whisper she said, “Yes, I did.”
    They slept intermittently in each other’s arms. Each time they woke, he pulled her closer to him and they kissed. She found she liked kissing him in the dark. She didn’t have to look at him. She just felt his thick velvety lips on hers. She was surprised at how gently he kissed and how he teased her with his tongue. His wet lips slid over hers and his tongue darted in and out of her open mouth. She found herself wishing he would keep kissing her. Just before dawn she whispered into his mouth, “Fuck me again, Sam. I’m so hot. Please fuck me again.”
    He toyed with her nipples, “Have you got a warm mouth? Is your lips wet? How about a hot tongue? You got a hot little white woman tongue for me?
    “Yes, Sam. Can’t you tell? I love kissing you. My lips are warm and wet. My tongue’s hot.”
    Slowly he rolled over onto his stomach, “I want to feel them lips and that hot tongue on my ass. You don’t have to go down between the cheeks. Do like you did before kiss my big fat black ass till I fall asleep. Kiss it nice, you know. I want to hear you kissin it and feel your tongue.”
    She