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61

I Remember Bethany - 3
by Rondori (godan5@comcast.net)

***

In which Beth goes to the Brown Palace, samples foreign 
customs and has a trip around the world. The continuing 
interracial affair between an older black sergeant/piano 
player and a school teacher/waitress. (MF, intr, food, 
rom)

***

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 explaining 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.
 
"Oh, don't stop, I want to feel you inside me, don't 
stop." She whispered hoarsely. With that her sphincter 
suddenly relaxed and I slid into her hot tight virgin 
asshole. "Oh god!" she groaned and reached back to put 
her hand on top of mine as I slowly moved back and 
forth inside her. "This is so different, I feel so 
strange."

When the initial discomfort wore off and she began to 
moan in pleasure as I told her how wonderfully tight 
and hot it felt to be inside her fantastic ass. She 
groaned and reached back to pull me more deeply into 
the depths of her asshole and rock back and forth 
against me.
 
As our tempo increased her eyes shut tight and her brow 
furrowed. With barred and gritted teeth and she 
strained to pull me deeper into her colon with each 
thrust. Her cheeks and forehead reddened and her brows 
lifted towards the middle of her forehead as Beth began 
to orgasm. Her rectum contracted almost painfully as 
she shuddered in climax.
 
With a contented sigh, she turned to look me in the eye 
and give me a deep kiss. 
 
As I continued to thrust she rolled onto her stomach so 
that I was above her and she began to chant "Oh fuck 
me, fuck me, it feels so good, fuck me, please don't 
stop, fuck me in the ass; aeeee!" 
 
I crouched above her plunging myself between her 
cheeks, my balls slapping her pussy as she raised her 
ass to meet me. I laid down on her sweating and heaving 
back. As I put my face beside hers she arched her back, 
her lips curved in pleasure and strained with the 
unexpected bittersweet pleasure of my invasion of her 
virgin backside. She laced her fingers in mine and face 
almost purple she came again and collapsed.
 
"Please come in me, I can't take it anymore." She 
panted. 
 
I released all my inhibitions and straddled her legs so 
that they were together and her slick cheeks were 
squeezing me with each thrust, I wildly pumped into her 
until my own release. "Oh my god!" she cried "Your cum 
feels so hot in me!"

I collapsed onto her and as our sweaty bodies panted I 
saw her give me a shy smile. "Does my master like this 
slave's young white ass?"

"My old nigger cock loves this young white ass and so 
do I." I panted as I lay on her back. When we finally 
pulled apart, another stream of sperm poured out of 
her. 

"I hope Gary owed you a lot of money because we sure 
made a mess of his sheets." Beth laughed "So did you 
like your trip around the world?" she grinned and I 
laughed at the old reference to triple orifice 
penetration.

"Yes, did you enjoy your trip?"

"It was better than going to Hawaii." She smiled and 
leaned forward to kiss me.

Gary had the hotel install one of those new whirlpool 
tubs made by the Jacuzzi brothers for his back and legs 
from standing and cooking all day and we decided to try 
it out. I had Beth straddle one of the jets while I 
bathed her delta of Venus with my tongue and she 
returned the favor. We were both too worn out to climax 
but we enjoyed playing with each others genitals and 
back entrances in the hot bubbling water.

Later, as we were drifting off to sleep with her head 
in my chest, Beth whispered "Now that I've given you 
everything I have; I want to give you my heart too. I 
really do belong to you now." 

"But Beth, that's not right. You belong to yourself and 
what you choose to give or receive is your decision and 
yours alone. And yes, you do have a part of my heart 
too, but the other part belongs to Adele and my 
daughters."

"I know that and I wouldn't want it any other way. I 
only want you to know what I feel inside."

Late next morning I awoke to Beth's luscious lips 
bobbing up and down on my Johnson. I reached over to 
pull her hips up in order to have her straddle my face 
for her first sixty-nine. I also used my fingers in 
both her orifices until she was moaning around my cock 
and the vibrations felt wonderful. Beth came quickly 
and then she insisted on turning around to face me and 
impale herself with my nine-iron deep in her pussy. 

"I want to watch you from above this time."

We started slowly but soon she was grinding herself 
against me. My hands were clutching her ass cheeks as 
they rocked back and forth on my groin. At the height 
of our passion Beth whispered through clenched teeth. 
"Please touch me 'back there'." I gladly obliged her by 
pushing my little finger into her rectum and we both 
plunged into a wild bucking orgasm that left us 
quivering. For a long time whenever either one of us 
would twitch; it would set off a shiver in both of us.

Later at brunch, I don't remember anyone else being 
there. Everything seemed to be in a golden haze.

Beth surprised me by stating "I can feel that you're 
holding something back from me. I think I deserve to 
know what it is."

"Am I that easy to read? All right, I was hoping to 
tell you later so that it wouldn't ruin our Christmas 
but I guess I should tell you that I just received 
orders to transfer to Walter Reed and I can't refuse. 
There's a promotion involved and Adele has relatives in 
DC and she wants the girls to have a shot at a better 
education in one of the black colleges back there. 
We're moving in mid-May"

Beth put her hand on mine and she was smiling but I 
could see the tears gathering. "I suppose this is for 
the best, otherwise we would have to break it off 
pretty soon because of how much I'm beginning to want 
you. This way I won't have the temptation and 
heartbreak of knowing you're here in Denver." Tears 
started to roll down her cheeks. 

Watching her cry broke my heart and I needed to do 
something else and I spotted a piano in the corner. I 
walked over and checked if it was in tune. It was and I 
began. "You must remember this. A kiss is still a kiss; 
a sigh is still a sigh. The fundamental things apply as 
time goes by."

A smile broke through her tears. "Ah yes George; I 
guess we'll always have the Palace."

To be continued?

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