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I Remember Bethany - 4
by The Piano Man (godan5@comcast.net)
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The continuing interracial affair between an older
black sergeant/piano player and a school
teacher/waitress. In which Beth strips in public and
finds that she enjoys exhibitionism. (MF, exh, intr,
oral, anal)
***
PART 4
Beth tried to back off from the relationship because of
my coming departure and she succeeded in keeping it on
a platonic level after our Christmas idyll. I respected
her feelings and didn't do anything to reignite our
affair. Adele in her way helped by insisting that I
come home right after work and taking the Mercedes
because she said that she and the girls needed the
transportation while I was left with the MG and there
was no way I or anybody else but a contortionist could
fuck in a MG.
We tried to be just friends but it was hard on both of
us, I often found myself staring at her and I
occasionally caught her staring at me with longing.
Sometimes the pangs of desire were almost unbearable. I
tried to council her to seek out somebody new but she
said that she didn't want to start up with anybody at
school because of gossip and she didn't want to start
picking guys up in bars especially at the Goldrush. I
think we both meant to keep it on a platonic level but
sometimes events have a way of conspiring against even
the best of intentions.
The period after New Years is always a dead time in any
bar so Jimmy had come up with the idea of a wet t-shirt
contest a few years back and it had grown into a local
institution. As a part of the competition, he told all
the waitresses that if they wanted to work that night
they had to compete in the contest. Beth at first
hesitated but because of financial desperation and the
lure of large tips plus my encouragement caused her to
sign up for that Saturday night. I told her how
beautiful and sexy she was and that she should show off
her newfound persona.
Saturday night came and Jimmy had all the girls
exchange their white blouses for French cut white t-
shirts that stated, got soaked at the Goldrush!" across
the midriff. The place was packed in anticipation of
the contest and the liquor was flowing freely. The
first part of the contest was for the female customers
and jimmy had hired a couple of ringers from the
topless clubs downtown. Jimmy handed out free t-shirts
to the contestants. Several guys had brought in their
girlfriends and a few sorority sisters got in on a dare
and were egging each other into upping the ante.
I remember that I was playing a lot of songs by an
acquaintance of mine from New Orleans named Henry Byrd
(Professor Longhair) mostly stuff like 'Big Chief' and
Tippitina' when the female customers started to get
drenched in warm water and dance in completion on our
makeshift stage. Jimmy had designed the contest in
successive single elimination steps so that the girl
with the least applause had to quit before the next
round. They also had to down a drink between each
round.
The first girl up was a ringer and sill had a bikini
top under her shirt and undid the strings and pulled
off the bikini from under the shirt to wild applause.
The rest of the contestants got the point and their was
a short delay while the girls removed their bras from
under their shirts. After that they danced across the
stage with their breasts on display under wet fabric.
For the second round the contestants were lightly
sprayed with ice water to make their nipples stand up.
By the third round, the girls were much less inhibited
with some bending forward to display their freely
swinging titties. At the end of that round the second
ringer pulled off her pants to dance in her bikini
bottom and t-shirt. The couple of contestants who
refused to follow suit were quickly eliminated and soon
all the women were dancing in cotton briefs or opaque
pantyhose.
At the end of that round the second ringer pulled up
her shirt to give the crowd a flash of her naked tits.
At the start of the next round, the first ringer just
pulled off her shirt and threw it out into the crowd.
After that each female was greeted with stamping feet
and cries of "take it off- take it off!" They all
complied and one by one they all pulled off their
shirts to wild applause. The contest was won by an
initially shy sorority sister who ended up shaking her
large, well shaped breasts over the cheering crowd.
During her break, Beth and I shared a joint and she
confessed to being very nervous but I reassured her
that she was very beautiful and that she had my vote.
"And now what you've all been waiting for – the
Goldrush Girls." Jimmy announced. "This part of the
contest will only have one round." Obviously Jimmy did
not want to have his wait staff not serving drinks for
an extended time. "Each girl will have one and only one
chance to win your vote and you vote by putting your
dollars in this." And he held up a plastic bucket which
he place in front of the stage.
The first woman up was a veteran waitress and she set
the pace with a slow bump and grind routine in which
she stroked her breasts and played with her nipples
before unzipping her skirt and dancing around in her
wet t-shirt and pantyhose before pulling off her shirt
and swinging it around her head to toss it into the
cheering crowd. Several of her regulars rushed forward
to leave large tips in the bucket.
Jimmy counted the money and put the total next to her
name on the chalkboard near the darts board. Each
waitress followed suit in a similar manner to play to
her regulars and tantalize the others while stripping
down to her pantyhose and pumps. Only one was
different, ending up in a tiny opaque bikini bottom to
great applause.
Beth was last and when Jimmy poured water on her it was
clear that still wearing a bra. A few disappointed
jeers died out when they could see that it was a demi-
cup push up that left her small but perfect breasts
high and her hard dark 1/2-inch nipples prominently
displayed. I started playing Edith Piaf's 'Non, je ne
regrette rien' and she smiled and started a slow
sensuous dance that was distinguished by her total
self-adsorption as she stroked her arms and chest
before working down to linger at her waist before
slowly unzipping her skirt to step out of it and reveal
her black silk stockings and garter belt.
Her underwear was a bikini cut French silk trimmed in
lace and I am sure it was opaque when dry but wet it
was completely transparent. Her beautiful black bush
was clearly visible as was the crack between her
cheeks. The crowd gasped but Beth seemed oblivious as
she turned her back on the bar and slowly pulled the t-
shirt over her head while staring at me as I played.
The crowd started to whistle and stomp at the sight of
her nearly nude backside until she spun around with her
hands over her head and her legs spread in triumphant
display, her pubic hair and coral lips visible to
everyone.
Beth beamed in her glory to the howls of the crowd
before glancing down to notice to her horror that she
was practically naked in front of a large crowd of men.
She turned scarlet and dropped her hands to cover her
privates before rushing off the stage. The crowd loved
it and cheered and clapped before rushing forward to
fill the bucket with money. Beth paused to whisper,
"Thank you George." Before she ducked onto the restroom
to redress.
She easily won the contest and half the total tip money
and the crowd continued to give her large tips just for
the pleasure of seeing the tops of her breasts as she
bent forward to serve them. I noticed that she
accommodated this by leaving one more button undone
than usual.
When she brought me my drink she whispered "Is there
any way that we could get together tonight?"
I replied that my wife suspected that this was more
than a casual fling and she was waiting up for me and
the MG or even Beth's Mustang were no place for a
quickie.
"But I'm so hot for you right now, all of this has made
me extremely horny," she complained.
A thought occurred to me and I said "Prove it to me,
give me your panties and I'll see what I can do." She
didn't even hesitate but instead ducked behind the
piano to quickly peel them off. When she stuffed the
tiny wad in my hand they were still damp I lifted them
to my nose and inhaled deeply. Beth smiled but blushed
furiously as I got up to talk to Jimmy.
A short while later I approached to give her the key to
the storeroom downstairs. "But Jimmy never gives this
out. He guards his liquor like a hawk." She exclaimed.
"Well I asked him for a favor. Meet me down there when
we close. We don't have much time because I have to
give the key back to him before he closes up." I warned
her.
After the last customer as Jimmy was locking up and
doing the books, I stole down to the storeroom to find
Beth standing under the single bulb with her blouse
open and her skirt pulled up to display the naked glory
of her silk framed pussy. "You see I'm ready for you,
are you ready for me?"
As I stepped forward to embrace her, our tongues met
and her hands flew to my belt buckle and zipper. She
quickly pulled down my pants and boxers. She squatted
and began and lick and suck the black sausage that
leaped out to greet her ruby lips. Beth put her hand
behind my nuts to pull my cock into her until it was
past her tonsils and half way down her throat. We both
trembled as I held the back of her head while she blew
hot breath from her nose on my pubic hair. She held my
balls against her widespread lips and chin until she
had to pull back to gasp for breath. "Did you lock the
door?" she paused after felating me into a rock hard
state.
"No," I replied. "The key only works from the outside.
We don't want to be locked in here when everyone is
gone."
Beth laughed. "And how would you explain that to your
wife?" as she neatly folded my boxers and trousers and
placed them on a clean box. I lifted her up and she
shinnied up my torso to lock her legs around my middle
and poise her center over my tumescence.
"I bet you climbed trees as a kid," I joked.
"Lots; but this is the first time I did it in silk
stockings and heels and I was trying to get stuck on a
branch." She gasped as she sank her hot, wet, silky
organs down onto my old nine iron. Our tongues met and
thrashed while I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her
to me so that we were groin to groin. "Oh my god, this
is so good! I've missed this so much. Now fuck me!" she
exclaimed with a feral grin.
I responded by lifting her up and pulling my hips back
only to slam both of us together. "Ugh, like that? Ugh!
Is that what you meant? Ugh!"
"Fuck! Oh shit! Fuck, yes that's it!, Gasp: Oh
Wonderful George, give me that wonderful big nigger
cock. Oh, oh, oh, fuck me, fuck me! Oh, my big black
lover, fuck me hard, please!"
When she was really starting to increase the pace of
her self-impalement and her face was turning scarlet, I
worked my middle finger into her rosebud. She threw her
head back, screamed and ground herself against me until
she drenched both of our thighs with her juices.
For a while there was only our panting and the
squishing of our genitals, but gradually the slapping
of our wet thighs increased in intensity as I could
feel Beth's hot, wet breath on my neck and ear.
Suddenly she thrust her tongue into my ear and I
started to loose it. Before I could erupt into her hot
womb, she reached down to grasp and squeeze my Johnson
by the base, remove herself and clamber down to squat
in front of me and wrap her smiling lips on my manhood.
When she finally released her grip, I yelled and began
to spurt load after load into her mouth. Looking like a
chipmunk, she tried to swallow as much as she could but
the force of my sudden release and the involuntary
jerking of my hips caused a great deal to escape her
lips and dribble down her chin and fall to her breasts
and thighs.
"I bet I look like some cheap Parisian streetwalker."
She smiled up at me and continued to milk and stroke
and suck me while I looked down on her in wonder at the
shy self-professed Midwestern prude of a few months
back . I noticed the engagement ring was still
sparkling on the hand that was fondling my dripping
black testicles.
Somehow I found that to be incredibly erotic and I
began to grow again inside her mouth until I was
against her tonsils. Examining my parabolic state, Beth
grinned in self-satisfaction and reaching into her
purse, she produced a tube of KY jelly and liberally
coated my ebony phallus until it shined. Standing and
turning around, she placed Mr. Johnson between her
cheeks and began to rub them up and down on the slick
length of it until we were both gleaming. "Take me
around the world again. Please, George."
I didn't need to be asked twice and pressing my cock
head against her rectum I encountered the familiar
initial resistance. She keened softly until the glans
penetrated the muscular ring of the entrance and then
the rest of me followed with a rush and a gasp and a
groan of pleasure from us both. My jewels were flush
with her wet pussy and I held it there while we got
used to the heat and intensity and tightness of her
anal passage.
As I pulled back she began to tremble and I worked just
the head back and forth until she was panting and I
slammed back into her. "Oh Jesus, Oh God!' she moaned
and her legs threatened to give way under her. I
gradually began to pick up the pace, and she put her
foot up in the shelf in front of her and grabbed the
shelf above with both hands to brace herself as my
thighs began slamming against her reddening cheeks. I
could feel my testicles slapping against the wet curls
of her pussy with each thrust.
"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Fuck me; fuck my ass with your big
black nigger cock! Fuck me deeper; fuck me in the ass
until I scream. Oh God, Oh God, harder! Oh God I'm
gonna cum. FUCK ME! AHEEEE!" She cried and again
drenched our joining and twitched and gasped while her
glut muscles clenched and trembled around my swollen
dick. I reached under her to support her heaving chest
and abdomen. Her face was crimson and her chest and
belly were bathed in sweat. She was incapable of speech
but she reached back to lovingly caress my sopping wet
balls.
I had just resumed laying pipe into Beth's hot tight
asshole when suddenly she froze in alarm and gasped in
the middle of a low moan when she glanced at the
entrance to the storeroom. "There's someone outside the
door!"
"Relax, it's only Jimmy. He just wants to watch. Why do
you think he gave us the key?
She jerked her head down so that her hair hid her
burning cheeks as she suffered the embarrassment of
realizing that her black boss had just watched her
guzzling cum and getting fucked in the ass while
begging for her older, married, black lover to bugger
her harder. But what could she do? She could cover
herself and run from the room past Jimmy or cower in
the corner behind the boxes. She was torn with
indecision plus there was nine inches of thick black
cock lovingly lodged up her sweet colon.
I offered to stop and started to withdraw but she
moaned "Nooo!" She pleaded with her voice shaking, she
reached back to pull my buttocks back into her. "Don't
stop! Please don't stop." She kept her head down but
pushed her ass back at me until I resumed her
impalement.
Resuming the pace, I watched from the side as her hair
and her tits rocked with each thrust. At first she just
grunted in pleasure but soon she was screaming at me to
fuck her harder and faster as she clutched at my thighs
and told me to come deep in her ass. I thought she had
forgotten all about Jimmy until I noticed her staring
at the door in the thrall of lust and humiliation and
the excitement of being watched.
Finally, she closed her eyes as she surrendered to
another screaming, squirting orgasm that drove me over
the edge with her until I exploded and emptied my nuts
into her hot bowels with her yelping in mindless
pleasure with each hot jet of my sperm.
We ended our long climax with her leaning with the side
of her red sweaty face against a case of Jim Beam as
she clutched me up against her twitching ass and she
watched her old black boss masturbate into her lacy
silk underwear until thick ropy sperm spurted through
the wet silk. She watched with a small smile as he
grinned and carefully folded them up to place in his
pocket and disappear back up the stairs.
As I extracted my self from her reddened cheeks a
stream of pearl trickled out and down her silk-clad
leg. Beth looked back to smile at me. "So that's what
you wanted them for." She remarked hoarsely as she
slowly pulled her skirt back down over her beautiful
gleaming butt.
"I think you liked being watched," I remarked in
wonder.
But Beth only gave me her best Mona Lisa smile before
she kissed me and we walked out of that door.
To be continued?
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