I Remember Bethany Ch. 03 (Illustrated)byrondori©
(In which Beth goes to the Brown Palace, samples foreign customs and has a trip around the world)
My wife, Adele, had taken the girls back to St. Louis for Christmas with her Mother and I wisely worked my schedule so that I was the only rehab specialist available for the Holidays and I sadly could not go to visit my in laws.
Since my wife was not home and I had been going through poker withdrawal, I got into an all-nighter with some buddies. A brother named Gary who was a chef for the Brown Palace unwisely drew against my inside straight and wound up owing me a bundle. We settled with him giving me a night and dinner at the fanciest hotel in Denver, namely where he worked. Back then the chefs were expected to be on 24hour call for late night room service so he had his own room at the hotel. He also agreed to chauffer me and my chosen companion on the evening in question. I couldn't very well take Adele because I wasn't supposed to be gambling, so I decided to surprise Beth.
Every year the Goldrush Bar employees exchanged gifts and I had purchased a black demi-bra with open cups and a matching garter belt with silk stockings for Bethany. She surprised me by giving me a card explaing that she really couldn't afford anything nice. "Besides your wife would be sure to notice if I did get you anything valuable; so I decided to give you everything for one night." The card just said 'the services of Bethany: a slave for one day'.
Now today that might be considered racist or something but back then college kids did that sort of thing for fundraising and as a fraternity stunt or just as a gag gift; and she probably meant it that way but I decided to go with the slave idea. I gave her my gift and she thought it was wonderful even though she had never worn anything like that before. I told her "As my slave this is what you will wear as underwear and nothing else, no slip, no panties, rien, est-ce que tu comprends?"
"Oui, que autre devoir je mettre?" She asked with some hesitation, knowing how I liked to get her to show off her body.
"Oh something nice and some high heels: we're going out. And by the way, while we are out I want you to speak nothing but your best French because we are going to the Brown Palace Arms."
Her eyebrows shot up. She obviously hadn't thought that her gag gift was would involve going out in public especially to something as fancy as the finest restaurant in Denver where she would feel very insecure, especially in the company of a black man.
"Relax; remember you can do anything you want in French as long as you pronounce it correctly." I quoted Shaw to make her laugh. I figured that since Denver had a lot of racists and bigots back then (still does, I've heard) that as a mixed race couple we might get some rude stares and comments, but if we appeared as obviously foreign and beyond their ken, they could ignore us and we could ignore them. I told Beth "Tomorrow night, I will be a wealthy Senegalese businessman and you will be my beautiful Parisian mistress. We have flown into Denver on our way to Aspen and have stopped for a meal at the Palace. Denver is still as insecure about its' cultural appeal and sophistication in foreign eyes as when the Browns built this place in the last century. I am sure that everyone will be trying to empress us with their cosmopolitism. "
When I picked her up in the Mercedes with Gary dressed as a chauffer, Beth was very impressed. She looked ravishing in a very fine white silk blouse open to just above the bra clasp at her sternum and tight black mid thigh skirt. The silk barely showed the dark of her areolas and the outline of her nipples through the fabric. Both Gary and I were also impressed. The car was warm enough to make her take her coat off and we all shared a jay of my best stash before heading out. The mix of potent weed and black tar opium soon had Beth's inhibitions down and we were necking and petting like we were in our teen years in the back seat.
"Je ne peux pas attendre pour mettre mon grand coq noir dans votre bouche. « Beth nodded but glanced at the back of Gary's head before lowering her own into my lap. "Eyes front Gary, you just watch the road." Of course Gary knew that the Mercedes' rear view mirror was electronically controlled from the steering wheel and I could hear the little motor whine whenever we came to a stoplight. I repaid his discreet voyeurism by pulling up Beth's skirt to manipulate her moist and tender chatte with two fingers inside and my thumb outside on her hot button while she ministered to my old nine-iron. While writhing around my fingers, Beth's falation skills only continued to improve as she explored my organ as if it were a wonderful amusement park for her tongue and mouth with occasional thrusts to bury me as deep in her throat and for as long as she could. I finally had to grab and squeeze my self to prevent ruining our clothes as Beth started to orgasm.
"Oh s'asseoir et nous sommes ici." Beth sat up as if she were waking from a dream to realize we were in front of the hotel. As she wiped at her face and pulled herself together Gary rushed around to open the car door for us with a grin he could barely conceal. Beth responded with a blushing, guilty smile of her own. I began to realize that she had a streak of exhibitionism and that she got turned on by being exposed for the appreciation of others.
The grand inside of the hotel with its lighted arches and walls of yellow marble and deep plush carpets was very impressive and we were shown to our table quickly by a very polite maître'd . As we talked, I ordered the Foie gras, truffle soup, lamb for Beth, duck L'Orange for myself, and fruit crepes for desert along with a fine Beaujolais to accompany the meal.
The dinner was sumptuous and leisurely and our conversation in French was sparkling. Beth had a professional appreciation of the wait staff and I was able to share my hobby of people watching by commenting on our fellow diners. I noticed that a nearby couple seemed to be following our conversation and I assessed them silently. The woman was an older blonde and seemed to regard us with a haughty distain. From her intonation in French I detected a Swiss accent. The male had a gray military crew cut and was grizzled in a way that comes from a life in a lot of sun but the top of his head and the back of his neck were fair. His dark eyes looked hard and so did his hands but they lacked the calluses that come from farm work. The faded L.P.N. (Legio Patria Nostra) tattooed on his wrist above the stainless steel Rolex confirmed that he was Ex-Legion.
I raised my glass in toast "Vive La France, Vive La Senegal, rappelez-vous Camarón" referring to a glorious but losing battle fought by badly outnumbered Legionnaires guarding a military payroll at a hacienda somewhere between Veracruz and Mexico City. His eyes lit up and he raised his glass to join my toast and gave an appreciative nod to Beth. I noticed that the woman did not join the toast and continued her hostile looks.
Later, I heard the blonde mutter something about a "singe épris de tramp" after glancing at Beth and I started to get hot under the collar and was considering several comments regarding her personal habits and genealogy that I picked up in Marsalis.
However, Beth and her waitresses' sense of timing responded wonderfully. She waited until the Ex- Legionnaire had taken a large sip of wine and leaned forward in a stage whisper that only they could hear. "Je ne peux pas attendre pour vous mettre à votre grand coq noir dans ma petite chatte blanche." He lost control and sprayed the mouthful of wine across the table and all over the blonde. She started screaming about her dress and I quietly requested the check. The waiter replied that it was already taken care of by Gary and handed me a room key.
Beth looked at me in surprise as we walked down the hall to Gary's room with its fireplace and piano and chilling Champagne and remarked that this was somebody's apartment and then I had to explain about the poker game. She laughed and stepped into my arms "Am I part of your winnings?" I responded with a passionate kiss and we shared another joint and a glass of the bubbly. Then she sat back to display a vast expanse of silk stocking clad leg and bare thigh and smiled "And what would the wealthy Senegalese gentleman like to do with his little tramp mistress?"
"Judging by the Officers that I had to escort around Ft. Benning as translator, the Senegalese are quite inventive about introducing various parts of their selves into every part of a woman's anatomy."I replied with a suggestive leer.
Beth's eyes widened and she reddened noticeably but handling it well she replied "Well, I hope you will take into account your slave/mistress's lack of worldly experience and grant me the consideration of gradual introduction to these practices."
My heart skipped a beat and I felt Mr. Johnson rise to the occasion. "I guess we could start by you showing off my Christmas presents."
She replied by raising her silk clad leg to caress its length and display the tops of her lacy thigh-highs and garters. She then opened her blouse to show off her demi-bra and the way it pushed up and revealed her breasts in all their glory. Walking over to the piano bench she put one foot up on the bench and bent to adjust the ankle strap of her high heel giving me a beautiful view of her naked bush and gleaming lower lips. "What are you looking at?" Looking over her shoulder at my lustful gaze she brought her fingers slowly up to smooth her stockings all the way to the tops and then to caress her bare inner thighs and lower cheeks and sensually stroke the slickness of her labia.
"Are you ready for me? I'm ready for you." And she started to unzip her skirt but the zipper jammed and without even pausing she pulled it off over her head and dropped her blouse to stand in just her heels, hose, garters and bra. With a shy smile on her face, the close resemblance to Bettie Paige took me back to the first naked woman I had ever seen in the pages of men's magazines in the forties.
The sight was magnificent and I quickly stripped down to my boxers with Beth appreciatively appraising the dome tent in my shorts. I pushed her back onto the bed and spread her legs to push my head between her thighs. She had never experienced this I could tell she was shocked by her sharp intake of breath which quickly became a groan as I started kissing her inner thighs and the sensitive skin between her thighs and her Mons.
Now I grew up with the traditional macho black aversion to cunnilingus and Adele would not tolerate it but like several other things I left behind in East St. Louis, I left that reluctance behind and I still liked to practice it on special occasions. As I looked at the combination of innocence and sexual wild woman that Beth had become, I couldn't resist burying my face in her clean and musky pubic hair.
After her initial shock, Beth arched her back and pulled me by the back of the head into her center and my tongue found her already wet essence. I lowered her back onto the bed and began to work on her most sensitive parts. She opened up like a flower and was soon moaning and panting as she writhed on the bed. I worked two fingers into her and curved them up to massage the back of her clit while she began bucking against my mouth. When I used my little finger to push into her puckered virgin rosebud she screamed and went into a convulsive orgasm that left her limp and dazed. When she came around she sat up to remove her bra and heels and then my boxers.
When old John Thomas swung out to brush her lips, she grinned and began to kiss and fondle it, before pulling it into her mouth to continue the enthusiastic falation she had begun in the car. I marveled at how quickly she had gone from no experience at all to the wonderful Felatrix bobbing her head below me. "You like this old nigger cock, don't you?
"Uh hunh!" was the best she could manage with her lips wrapped around my now slick ebony shaft as she tried to swallow it whole.
I finally had to stop her and pull her off gasping with a string of saliva trailing from her lips to my cock head as I bent to kiss her. I pushed her back on the bed to stand between her wide spread, silk clad knees. She just looked up at me with eyes grown heavy with lust. "Venir ici et de baise-moi maintenant!" She demanded.
I was already rock hard as I knelt between her outthrust legs and worked my gleaming knob into her thick slippery labia. She groaned and pushed back to meet me. The tight heat of her channel was wonderful as I bent her knees towards her chest and I slowly pushed into her. I gradually pulled out to rock back and forth a few times before beginning to rapidly slam back into her. Beth pushed her ankles around my neck and grabbed the back of my thighs to pull me deeper into her swollen nethers. "Baise-moi, baise-moi, oh fuck me, fuck meee!" She cried.
I remember at age thirteen opening with trembling hands the pages of a skin magazine with Bettie Paige posing in nothing but stockings and a garter belt. The one page showing her hairy pubic triangle nearly drove me wild.Now here I was, the same little black kid grown into an almost 36 year old man, looking down on a young woman who could easily rival Bettie dressed in garter and stockings lying on her back with her legs spread. Moaning and writhing as I pistoned my black shaft into her, she was better by far than any fantasy my teen aged mind could have imagined.
Beth's mounting excitement revealed itself in a flushed face and chest, taught nipples and increasingly wet channel. Her head was flopping back and forth and whipping from side to side. Suddenly, her face turned scarlet and her eyes rolled back into her head as she clutched my thighs and I felt her vagina clench on my cock and I watched and felt her spurt all over our linked groins. After that powerful orgasm she looked up at me and said. " I want to taste your sperm when you come."
I was on the verge myself and as I started to come inside her I grabbed the base of my shaft and squeezed until I could reposition my body over her face and thrust my glans into her waiting mouth. The first blast hit her lips and the next few went into her mouth until come was running out onto her cheeks and neck. I was shouting incoherently as she licked, stroked and milked me to completion. My essence was running down her cheek and into her hair.
She laughed. "I love this. I love the taste of your cock coming in my mouth, I feel like I am giving back the pleasure you have given me" As she kissed my cock she looked in my eyes.
I felt like telling her I loved her but the fact that I was a happily married man and she was an impressionable young demi-verge on the rebound from a grievous hurt gave me pause. Instead I gratefully lay down beside her and we hugged and shared a deep soul kiss. I tasted myself on her lips and she observed my partial re-arousal. She reached down to grasp my manhood and pull me into her mouth to suck me into the depths of her throat and suck and fondle me until I rose to the occasion.
I knelt beside her and reached down to fondle and delve into her silky slick folds until she was moaning and writhing. Beth tried to get as much as she could into her throat until she was pushing her face against my groin. When she coughed and gagged, I pulled out to resume laying pipe between her silken thighs. Beth was highly aroused and she urged me to fuck her harder and faster until she shouted that she was going to squirt again and drenched our joining until we were slapping together with a loud wet sound. I thought of the sight of her lily white ass being plumbed by my black member and that drove me to suggest she might do better forward.
"Forward, like this?" Beth asked and she turned around on hands and knees to present her beautiful round ass to my loving assault and plunder.
I moaned with pleasure as I rubbed myself between her cheeks and then I teased her "Now which hole do I want? Enie, meene, miney, moe." As she looked back in alarm I plunged my self back into the depths of her frothing pussy and she screamed and bucked in pleasure and rocked back and forth with her long black hair and conical breasts swaying with the beat of my thrusting.
"Oh, my god!" she moaned and turned to look at me while my balls slapped her slick wet cheeks. The sight of her young innocent face clouded with lust will stay in my mind forever as she exclaimed "I want you to fuck me until I cry uncle!" With that, I really started to slam into her.
Tossing her head back and forth with her mane of thick black hair waving and her petite Tetons with their pebble hard nipples jerking back and forth in a increasingly rapid tempo, Beth reached back to grab my bicep and I lifted her leg until she was poised on one arm and one knee and swinging back and forth against my nine iron until she began a high pitched wavering cry that culminated in another orgasm. I lowered her back down and continued pulling her perfect apple shaped ass onto my pistoning rod until she cried out and ejaculated her female juices again.
With her face against the mattress and her fingers wildly clutching the sheets and her tush thrust into the air, Beth called out "I want to feel you coming in me again!"
I asked her "Is that what you want? You want me to unload all this hot cum in you? You want me to cum inside your hot little pussy?"
She responded by groaning and grabbing my hand. "Come in me, oh god, oh god, fuck me, cum with me, fuck me with your big black cock! Come for me baby!"
With her vagina spasming, I erupted. "I'm gonna cum, open up, I'm gonna cum!" and continued to jerk against her silk clad thighs until I was spent. I looked down to see that my mostly buried ebony shaft was slick and gleaming with a milky froth. As I pulled out, Beth whimpered and with her ass shuddering continued to spasm until a large thick stream of my sperm poured out of her swollen violet-hued lips and fell to puddle in the sheets below.
"Dear sweet Jesus, that was fantastic! I feel like I'm on fire." Beth continued to lay with her face against the sheets and her ass in the air smiling back at me while I poured us some bubbly. "What are you looking at?" When I knelt on the bed, she got up and crawled on hands and knees across the bed to worship Mr. Johnson with licks, kisses and sucking. She also laced her fingers and pulled my licorice stick to her chest and rub on it with her breasts pushed together with her palms while I lay and held her glass so that we could sip champagne together. When my member had resumed its parabolic state, I pulled her up to kiss me. She crawled up to my chest and straddled my lap and nestled between her cheeks she continued to massage me while lubricating both of us with our commingled juices.
Beth sighed between sips of wine and kisses. "I'd like to do it again but I'm starting to feel a little raw down there."
In reply, I reached over and took some K-Y on my finger and rubbed it between her labia and anus and ass cheeks and then slowly inserted it into her anal passage. "You're lucky little girl, I have a very interesting alternative which I think you may enjoy."
Her eyes widened in nervous anticipation of the size of my nine-iron and then they fluttered as she gasped. "Go ahead, do anything you want to me." I had her lay on her side with her knees to her chest exposing her rear entrance to my gentle assault. I knelt behind her and lubed myself. As I gradually pushed my glans up against her tight little rosebud, Beth's sphincter resisted but gradually relaxed. I saw her grimace and she groaned softly. I paused with half the head in her anal entrance.