Free Contrasts by Charles Arnold

directly in front of him. Ann had been expecting this, but felt her legs tremble and the color rise to her cheeks as she crossed to stand before him. He looked up at her smiling,” You know what I want,” he said.
    She bowed her head, then looked at him her cheeks scarlet, “Yes, I know,” she murmured. Her hands shook as she unbuckled the belt of the raincoat and then the buttons. She hesitated, then opened the coat and shrugged it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor.
    Paul half rose out of his chair, “Oh Jesus!” he exclaimed.
    Watts motioned for him to sit down. “Turn around,” he said. She turned her back to him, now facing the two women on the other side of the room. “Ahh,” Watts sighed, “just as I thought when I felt it the other day, round and firm. You have the bubble ass of a fine black woman. Members of the NWS are going to like that. Now, turn back to me.” His hand went to his crotch as he examined her. “The black tattoos stand out and are placed just right, easy to see. So is the ankle bracelet. Tell me what the letters stand for.”
    She glanced down at the open toed shoes. It was strange to see her toenails painted bright red. The gold bracelet glinted. “The letters mean ‘I Love Big Black Cock’.”
    “How do you think the black men are going to react when they see that?”
    “I...I...don’t know.” He waited. “I mean they will probably approach me.”
    “What are you going to do when they, as you say, approach you?”
    “I’ll be....be...I’ll welcome that...welcome their approach. Let them...let them...” she didn’t finish.
    “Let them touch you, maybe even encourage them to touch you?”
    She felt a wave of heat spreading from her breasts downward, “Yes, let them...encourage them to...to touch me.”
    “Kiss you?”
    “Yes, kiss me.”
    “What if a black NWS member wants to take you somewhere right then and fuck you?”
    She could feel her pussy begin to moisten, “Yes, I...I’d have to go with him.”
    He nodded. “Just a few more things, Mrs. Gardner, and then you can go home. The NWS has adopted some of the customs of the southern slaveholders. One of them is called ‘the position’. When a female slave was ordered to take ‘the position’ she would immediately fall to her knees, remove her blouse or shirt, expose her bare breasts, place her hands behind her neck, and arch her back. This would serve to lift her breasts as if she were offering them to her Master or Mistress. Often her nipples would be painfully pinched. Sometimes they would be whipped. Even the children of the slave’s owners abused the black female slaves in this way. They would laugh and devise other ways to torment these black women.” He reached out and moved his hand up the back of her leg, along the muscled curve of her calf, along her thigh, and into the hairless slit. “Wet again, Mrs. Gardner?”
    She shuddered, “Yes,” she said.
    “Take the position,” he ordered.
    Slowly she got to her knees before him and, as he’d instructed, placed her hands behind her head thrusting her breasts up toward him. Her smooth pink nipples were stiff. He rolled each between his thumbs and index fingers. She closed her eyes and gasped. Watts glanced over at Paul, “Your wife’s hotter than you knew. She has potential.” He squeezed her nipples, “Ain’t that right? Aren’t you hotter right now than you’ve ever been?”
    Looking down at his hands on her breasts she shook her head, “I...I...don’t...don’t...”
    He released her and sat back in his chair. “Look up at me,” he said. “Do you remember what punishments I told you were administered to the slaves?”
    “The boy...the boy they burned.”
    “Yes and the thousands they hung. They even sold postcards of black men, sometimes six or seven in a row, hanging. But what other punishments?”
    “They were often whipped.”
    “Yes, whipped hard, flayed until there was no skin on their backs. Sometimes they were whipped