Chapter 29

Evening and cruising through the city streets. Dave held the steering wheel and maintained his driving within the required speed limit, loving the feel of the wind slapping his arm. Every now and then he glanced at Howard beside him gazing forlornly at whatever they drove past.

Dave had called Howard before quitting work for the day to let him know he would be stopping by his place later in the evening to pick him up. He wanted them to go out for a ride. Let's just cruise round the city and cool off our minds, what do you say? Give you a chance to get away from things for a while. Howard had reluctantly accepted. He could not think of anything better to do, not when he and April were still giving each other cold shoulder. Their conversation was minimal during dinner but with little or no sense of spite coming from either. They had gone their separate place of comfort after that: she went with Carl upstairs while he retired to the living room to watch a college basketball game with a beer in hand. His phone rang while the game was midway and it had been Dave letting him know he was outside waiting. Howard trooped upstairs and found April in bed in her nightdress reading a paperback novel. Howard had changed his clothes and told April that he was going out for a stroll with Dave; she did not look up nor bother enquiring why or what for. He took his set of house keys with him and told her not to wait up for him. She kept on with her book like she had not heard him at all.

They drove to a bar in the Downtown area that played Blues music. Just when Howard was starting to catch the scenery vibe, Dave announced that he had an important errand he needed to take care of and if Howard wanted to tag along. Howard sighed and finished his beer then left with him. His eyes sauntered about the lovely women in the bar and for a moment thought he picked one out that looked a lot like April.

Dave fiddled with his rear view mirror and adjusted his glasses on his face before glancing again at Howard still bearing a dour look about himself. He felt bad for him somewhat, finding out about April the way he had. If only April had not beaten him to the punch he had intended coming clean to Howard the next day.

"Hey, buddy," Dave tapped Howard's arm and got a startled response from him. "You looking all grim like that ain't gonna to calm your mind, you know that, don't you."

"Speak for yourself," Howard sombrely replied. "You've no idea how I feel."

"That's where you're wrong. Look at it this way, if I'd found out such from Jenny, I'd probably be all huffing and puffing about it like you are right now."

Howard turned to him. "Say it was Jenny, what would you have done?"

"Get upset, no doubt. But in the end, I'd do whatever I can to make something out of a bad situation. I mean, you're not thinking about getting a divorce, are you?"

They met each other's gaze for a second then Dave switched back to his driving and Howard resumed staring out the window.

"God no, I don't want that," he sighed. "Right now I'm stuck at the junction of nowhere and fuck it."

"You're the one who's making this so hard on yourself, Howard."

"Gee, and I never knew that. How come neither you nor Jenny thought to come out straight and tell me about this?"

"I was going to, but April beat me to it. But reflecting on that, would it have made a difference if I had?"

"No, I guess not," Howard admitted. "Right now, I don't know anything more. Where are we going anyway? I thought you brought me out for a drink?"

"We've had the drink. What we're up to now is something that's just as important for me," Dave said as he took a right turn into a tree-lined posh neighbourhood. "There's a great man that's having himself a good time and requires me to provide clean-up service for him."

Howard turned to him baffled. "What sort of great man are we talking about here? And what do you mean by clean-up service? Don't tell me you've got yourself, a handyman sort of job somewhere."

Dave laughed. "You remember what I told you about how Jenny and I started out as swingers, and how I love watching her screw other men?"

"Watching her screw black men," Howard emphasised. "Yeah, I can't ever forget that part. What else am I missing here?"

"Something else I wanted to tell you but didn't know how," Dave said. "You'll probably get freaked out by it, but I beg you to behave. It'll be much better seeing it for yourself than me explaining."

Another turn and they arrived at a narrow street with similar narrow-looking apartment buildings. Dave found himself an empty space and slid his car into it.

"Whatever," Howard unclipped his seatbelt. "Whatever it is that we're here for, let's just get it done fast, okay? I've got plenty of work waiting for me."

"Don't worry, we won't be here about twenty minutes, a half hour max. Trust me on that," Dave chuckled.

They got out of the car and went across the street and walked a short distance then went into one of the buildings. They took the stairs to the first floor and walked down a hallway before Dave stopped at an apartment door and knocked. The door opened and a blonde woman appeared there. She looked at Dave then at Howard and back to Dave again. She had exotic makeup on her face that in Howard's eyes made her resemble a vamp than anything else. Howard noticed she was naked.

"Are you the slave?" she addressed Dave, who responded by nodding his head. She returned her eyes to Howard. "Who's your boyfriend?"

"He's a friend of mine," Dave answered. "He wants to see me in action to see about learning."

"What the—" was all Howard could utter before Dave grabbed his arm urging him to keep silent.

"He's new to the training and wants a couple of pointers," Dave continued, except the blonde did not seem sold on that.

"Master said he was expecting just you," she said.

"Is that that white boy?" a man's voice hollered from behind the woman. His bark was loud enough to silence the three of them. "Get in here, all of you."

The blonde vamp made a face before stepping back to let them inside.

Howard had enough opportunity to ogle her blonde features as she shut the door behind them. Her body was slender with a flat backside with a bull's eye tattoo decorating the back of her booty. She possessed a stupendous jutting rack that Howard realised was fake. He turned when Dave tapped his arm and prodded him to venture along further into the suite. They walked past the living room into a dark corridor of which there was an open door at the end of it. This was where they went.

They entered a bedroom and there was a black man lying on the bed with his arms crossed behind his head. He had an athletic stature with long pair of limps and appropriate muscles. His head was a shaved skull and except for a pair of black briefs he had no clothing on himself. His feature resembled that of the long-deceased actor Yul Bryner. He was watching a program on the TV set when Dave and Howard came and stood a few feet from the bed. Dave had a look of humbleness as he stood before the man's presence whereas Howard stared with a mixture of confusion and bafflement at what he was doing there. The blonde woman sauntered past them and came and sprawled on the bed beside the black man. She caressed his thigh while he ignored her presence and kept his eyes fixed on the TV screen. Then he looked at the watch on his wrist and he looked at Dave.

"You're four minutes late, pig," he said. His voice was surprisingly mellow but it bore an aura of authority about it.

"I'm so sorry, Master," Dave pleaded. "I was rushing as fast as I could to meet your appointment."

"Excuses I can do without, pig. What matters is you're four minutes late and that's unacceptable."

Howard's eyes returned to the blonde. He watched as she left the bed and went over to a tripod stand upon which a video camera sat; the position it occupied afforded it much of the room's view including him and Dave. Howard was growing uncomfortable the more he stood there. He felt the urge to leave except he felt magnetised by the blonde vamp and somewhat squeamish by the presence of the black man who had barely moved an inch from the bed.

The blonde finished tinkering with the camera—Howard saw a blinking light emanating from it and assumed it was possibly recording—and then she returned to the bed. Her hands pulled the pair of briefs the black man wore down his hips while he continued staring at Dave like he was impervious to her actions.

She fished out the thick black snake that lay dormant within his briefs and held it upright. Howard heard Dave continue to address the black Yul Bryner but their words sounded miles away from him as he was captivated by the sight of the monstrosity the blonde was stroking in her hand. The man's cock was about the length of her arm. Dave was not aware that his mouth was open until he exhaled a pocket of air as he marvelled at the woman stealing first a kiss from its bulbous tip and to then rolling her lips over its tip.

"Assume your place over there, slave!"

Howard jumped at the man's voice which sounded like the swift crack of a whip. He thought at first that the command was meant for him, then he saw Dave drop to his knees at the foot of the bed facing the couple.

The black man then looked towards Howard as he sat up on the bed and switched his focus to the blonde woman. He helped her with getting out of his briefs and then forced her face towards swallowing his girth. She exhaled and moaned as her head snapped back and forth while her lips pulled aggressively on his foreskin. The man rested on his elbows observing her output. Now and then he issued forth instructions of how to perform her task.

"Now run that bitch tongue of yours down my knob," he casually goaded her. "Yeah, that's good . . . just like a good whore would. Go all the way to my balls, now . . . yeah, suck on those nuts, bitch. Do it for daddy."

Lust burned in her eyes as she bent downward with her hair cascading over her face and attacked his testicles as he instructed; her rump jerked up and down and side to side like that of a bunny rabbit while she did. Her face glistened with spit, pre-cum and sweat and her lips made slurping noise as she grasped his prick with both hands and forced her mouth down on him. Now and then she swept her hair backward with one hand, groaning with lust as he went on licking his shaft.

Howard watched her, mesmerised by the vigour she applied to the man's hard-on. He had seen women suck off men like this, but only in porn movies; never did he believe until now that women actually blew men off as the blonde was doing. His thoughts went to April and he could not help imagining her suck off black men like this woman was doing. He felt a slight disturbance growing in his crotch. He looked over at Dave and saw to his shock Dave stroking his penis out of his jeans while still kneeling beside the bed.

The black man then pushed the woman backwards and got on top of her.

Howard moved away from where he had been standing and edged towards the foot of the bed where Dave was. The black man was all controlling, all domineering over the woman. He rammed his prick roughly inside her and she screamed as her cunt spasmed as he pounded her harder and harder. Their bodies smacked against each other loud. Even the bed groaned from their romp, especially when the man grabbed hold of the headboard and thrust his pelvis against her. The woman's legs kicked wildly into the air. Howard could not help wincing from her screams. It sounded as if the man was stabbing at her cunt with the raw intention of drawing blood.

"Fascinating, right?" Dave said to Howard. "Don't you just love the way he's fucking her?"

"My God, Dave . . ." Howard could not come up with anything else to say. His friend was sweating hard behind his glasses while furiously stroking his cock. Howard felt like he was going insane.

"Hey slave, get your white ass over here!"

Howard jumped once again and this time he and Dave looked towards the black Yul Bryner who was up on his feet while the woman lay curled up in near foetal posture with her hand massaging her cunt. The man's face was dotted with sweat; his erection stood like a tent-pole against his crotch. Dave was scrambling to his feet while clumsily trying to fix his penis back inside his jeans.

"Don't make me have to call for you again, slave," he growled.

Dave adjusted his glasses on his face and neglected zipping back his fly as he rushed onto the bed. Howard stood numb and mind-crazy as he watched Dave actually suck the black man's cock as the blonde had done earlier. The black man cradled Dave's head while his mouth made evident slurping noise and gasps. The picture could not have been any clearer to Howard as he watched Dave bob his head back and forth, making steady grunt noise as he gagged on the black man's girth with his glasses pressing against the man's pelvis. Like the woman had done earlier, Dave was sucking the man's cock with gusto.

The blonde vamp came to her knees and the black man looked at her and seemed to remember what his mission was and gestured at Dave to get off the bed, which he did without question.

The woman got into doggy position with her butt arched upward. Howard could not believe the sight of the man's cock, the way it fell between his legs thick as a beer bottle up-close. He watched him lower himself behind the woman and even winced when the man's prick made contact and the blonde hollered a screeching cry as he rammed into her. Dave was back at his former stance on his knees and was excitedly stroking his cock to the action. Howard became aware of his erection kicking alive inside his jeans. So surprised was he to think that he was feeling aroused like any seasoned voyeur would. His eyes went to Dave whose groans seemed to near match that coming from the couple and he saw that he had ejaculated on his hand.

The black man remained crouched over the woman, his hands pinned down her backside while he kept on feeding her pussy with his rod. The woman squirted all over the sheets while he mercilessly fucked her, grunting with exertion till he finally pumped his barrel of cum inside her pussy. Howard watched from the side lines as the man heaved and yet kept thrusting inside her till he exhaled as he then withdrew from her and she collapsed on the bed. Dave came to his feet and came and helped the woman to roll over onto her backside. He got onto the bed and lowered his face upon the woman's snatch and ate her cum-filled pussy.

The black man tottered as he came off the bed, his feature glistened with copious sweat. His gaze went to Howard whom he surprised by fixing him with a jovial-type smile.

"You got a name, white boy?" he asked.

His voice sounded raspy when he spoke, as if the shock of what he had witnessed had been too overwhelming that he had nearly lost the feel of his voice.

"It's Howard."

"Nice to know you, Howard. I'm Olu Shango."