Can… can you do it that way?'
Douglas looked at her and grinned. Whenever he had fantasized it, he had fantasized the woman on her back. He was confident of his fantasies. 'Sure,' he lied. He took his time, running the fingertips of one hand along her smooth dark shoulders and down the sides of her now more familiar tits. He no longer noticed her color as a difference between them but as an attraction of own. And, strangely, she was thinking the same of his white, now intimately known body.
She gasped with pleasure as she felt him twist his thumb over the swell of her softened nipple, taunting the center with his nail and then circling the ring of puckered skin around the tip.
'Aaaaaahhhhh,' Eflo moaned involuntarily and lay back on the bed, ready to be loved.
Douglas Harper leaned over her, his sandy-colored hair falling over his gray eyes, and kissed the nipple with which he had been playing, rooting it out to hardness with his teeth. Then he pulled the pillows out from behind him and nudged them under the black woman's full asscheeks until her darkly shadowed loins were propped up high. Crawling in between her splayed open legs, he spread her smoothly rounded thighs as far as they would go and then parted the kinky fringe of her pubic hair with his thumbs to get a look at her nakedly exposed, coffee- mottled cunt.
Eflo closed her brown eyes for a discreet moment and then opened them to watch his progress. Her handsome white lover kept his gray-eyed gaze locked lustfully on her face as he spread the cheeks of her up-tilted ass wide and dipped his middle finger into the moistly seeping circle of her thirsty cunt. Then spreading her tight anal sphincter open to his lewd assault, he inserted his cunt-moistened finger slowly up into her clasping, defensively contracting asshole.
'Uuuuugggghhhhhh,' she moaned, the first pain surprising her.
'Just relax,' he counseled, feeling proud that at last he had something to give her! 'We're going to have a good time for ourselves, Eflo! A bloody good time!'
CHAPTER FIVE
Prudence Harper kept telling herself that she wanted nothing to do with this big Captain Happy, of all the curious and unrespectable names! She fidgeted at the table while he was gone. Then, seeing that he did not return immediately, she helped herself to the curried meats and ate ravenously. She was glad he was gone, glad that the door was closed between them, cutting him off from her naughty, disobedient body. But, oh God, she had to admit as the food made her feel more content, he sure was attractive.
She remembered how he had approached her while she took her bath and how aroused she had become. He had carried her into the bed and then… then left. God, she realized, he could have had her. He said he could wait until she no longer felt guilty. If that's all she had to do, pretend to feel guilty whenever he made advances… that was easy! It was easy if she could make herself not want him! Otherwise, she would hide her guilt. She might not even feel it, making it even easier for her awakened body to run away with her principles! She must not let that happen! She just mustn't!
But the petite little blond knew that her feelings were a turmoil. Captain Happy, making his advances and cutting himself off, was respecting her more than Douglas ever had. Douglas had respected her virginity before they were married. He had even respected it afterwards! He had valued her virginity more than he had valued her! Now that she had lost it, he had lost interest. He had become cool and correct. Having nothing to believe in, he believed in her coolness and correctness. She actually found herself yearning to tell her principled husband that… that… she wanted Captain Happy!
Prudence, sitting in the room assigned to her and nibbling on a piece of hard bread, blushed. Oh, God, she thought, a big tear threatening to roll down her alabaster cheek from the corner of one of her big blue eyes, she did want Captain Happy! Every time he came near her, try as she might to hate him in the beginning, she ended by turning on like a light bulb. What was it about this man? All he had to do was look at her with those big expressive brown eyes, and she utterly melted, her legs turned to marmalade, her stomach churned just the way it had when as a child, her nurse had taken her on the ferris wheel that first time!
Here she was a prisoner of the man, and he turned her on. It was crazy! It was fantastic! She couldn't help but dream of lying down with him, stripped of all her clothing, feeling his penetrating brown eyes burning into her china-like white flesh, his fingers tracing the line forged by his steady eyes, his massive, blood-swollen prick probing, warming, building her to a climax so powerful that… that it would make her unconscious! Oh, it would never be that good with Douglas! How could she pass up the opportunity to experience at least once…
It was too awful! Too obscene! The troubled blond slipped over to the bed where she had left her purse, picked her travel brush out and began brushing out her long blond hair. She tilted her head as she brushed in languid, deliberately soothing strokes, pulling out the highlights that shone brightly under the artificial lighting of the small chandelier dangling from the ceiling. Imagine having a chandelier in your bedroom! Imagine having one in your prison cell, the ambassador's wife thought then.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. There were circles under her eyes. It was hardly surprising, considering the strain she had undergone when she was pulled from the train and forced to ride the long way to Whitelaw under the barrel of a gun! She pouted into the mirror, wondering if she had time to change into her nightgown before anyone came for the dishes. She needed badly to go to bed. It was not so much that she felt terribly tired, but she certainly looked it!
Deciding that there was no way of knowing under these circumstances when it was safe to dress and undress, Prudence stripped down to her waist, critically appraising the rest of her body, the warm full tits that swelled out like ripe cream-white honeydew melons, the nipples large and a dark rose color, setting off the lightness of her ivory skin. Her fleecy blond hair hung down below her tits, and her eyes looked as blue as the summer sky as the light caught them.
Suddenly, studying her own fragility, Prudence wondered if it was merely sexual attraction that lured her to the captain or whether she sought the security of the older man, the paternal love that her father had hidden from her behind a wall of principles just as her husband did. Happy was an expressive man! She peeled off the rest of her clothing and pulled her nightgown out of her bag. It was her pink one, her very favorite, she thought, slipping into it and turning once again to the mirror to get a full view. She looked like a little girl in one sense, and yet the lines were long accentuating her little waist, which tapered so gracefully into the widely angling hips. She turned and from the new direction noticed how the gown nipped invitingly up under her ripely thrusting tits, the scanty pink material revealing the shadow of her dark puckered nipples. Oh God! Whether she wanted Douglas or… or Happy, she needed her husband! She needed to get laid! Maybe under these extreme circumstances, he could bring her to orgasm with his cock… if he didn't turn her off first!
She had almost forgotten the door until she turned and saw Captain Happy looking at her somberly, obviously taking in the sheerness of her pink nightgown. She blushed, realizing that she had forgotten all about getting her wrapper out of the bag and that her tits were clearly visible, also the stiffened, rosy nipples. She lowered her eyes. There was nothing she could think of to say, and that one silent admission was all the Head of State needed!
Quickly he strode over to her and enfolded the trembling young woman in his strong arms. Her delicate perfume filled his senses as he buried his head into her soft, fleecy, blond hair.
'Oh, Prudence,' he whispered with a little animal cry of pain. Then suddenly the inevitable happened, the worst thing she could have allowed but which she really knew she could never prevent!
The beautiful little ambassador's wife found herself flat on her back, sprawled out on the huge bed, watching the Head of State removing his khaki fatigues. What a magnificent body he had! As old as he probably was, he was still strong and tight, his dark muscles rippling as tautly as any younger man's. His loins, too, were taut and muscular, she saw, as he pulled off the last stitch of his clothes, his white T-shirt. Then quickly he lowered himself to the bed and peeled away the pink lace of her own skimpy nightgown. In a second she was as naked as she had been only a few seconds before he came in.
