"The Beat Goes On"
A short story by gstein
Sharon was a happily married loving wife and a model suburban housewife but the 'Beat,' the rhythm of life, took her to an unintended place.
"The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de
La de da de da
The Beat goes on, on, on, on..."
Another Friday morning had come around and now it had been weeks since Sharon's date with Robert and she'd not heard from him since they parted ways. They had said their good-byes after dinner in the restaurant at his hotel and the last thing Robert told her was that she'd be hearing from him soon. But now weeks had passed and she had not received a phone call or email or just a text from this man who owned her for an afternoon and told her that he wanted another date with her and that he'd work out the arrangements with Marvin.
And she'd not heard from Marvin since the day after her date with Robert. It was then he told her that he was traveling to Australia and New Zealand on business and he'd see her when he got back but Marvin never told her when he was planning to be back.
Over their lunch meeting all Marvin talked about was how she impressed Robert and that he was especially pleased with her performance in bed. But he never mentioned if he'd talked with Robert about arranging another date with her. He just gave her a generous check for her services and told her that he was pleased with her work and there would be more work coming her way.
Now Marvin wasn't a pimp, at least in the traditional sense. Rather he was an astute black businessman who managed a small but highly select stable of women that he used for rewarding and influencing business clients and associates who helped him further his global business interests. And he managed his stable sparingly and wisely, meaning that not every one of his business clients and associates got a date with one of his women. But those who did were rewarded with something very special and that was quality time and sexual intercourse with a trophy specimen of the female species.
Sharon was the newest trophy in Marvin's stable.
And because Sharon was new to his stable, and new to 'the life' and an unproven performer, Marvin intentionally arranged for Robert to be her first date because he was Marvin's "seasoner." Robert was the business associate whose privilege it was to 'break-in' the new additions to the stable. The man who 'conditioned' women physically, mentally, and emotionally for entertaining Marvin's other business clients and associates.
Robert was a sex master. He knew women. He knew everything about a woman's body, mind and soul. He knew how to look at a woman. He knew how to talk to a woman. He knew how to touch a woman. He knew how to arouse a woman. He knew how to seduce a woman. Most of all he was a highly skilled expert in foreplay and sexual intercourse and that's why Marvin arranged for Robert to be Sharon's first date.
So on her date with Robert, that began before lunch and lasted all afternoon and into the early evening, Sharon experienced time with a man and sex with a man the likes of which she had never dreamed or imagined. Robert did his 'thing' with her and in doing his 'thing' he awakened a dark, wicked and erotic side of Sharon's sexuality that she now wanted fulfilled more than anything else.
Now surprising, or maybe not so surprising, Sharon was, as they say, a happily married and loving wife. She was always telling her friends and family that she loved Dan more than anything else. That he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. That their life together was great.
And their marriage was good. And she and Dan had an active sex life; and the sex was good. But sex with Dan was in no way comparable to the sex she had with Robert.
Robert did things to her that Dan would never imagine doing. He made her do things with him that Dan would never imagine asking her to do. He made her feel things that Dan could never make her feel. With Dan it was love and intimacy between a husband and wife. With Robert she was used for his sexual pleasure. He fucked her like a street whore. And for some deep subconscious reason Sharon liked being used for a man's sexual pleasure and fucked like a whore.
She wanted a man who would take her for his pleasure and fantasy. She wanted a man who would be forceful with her and make her do things she would not normally do. She wanted a man who would treat her like she was his property. She wanted to be made to strip down naked in front of him and then directed to strut around a room, show herself to him, pose for him, do things with her body to arouse him, do things to him that would make him hard and erect. And she wanted a man who would take her to his bed and own her.
In his bed she wanted to be touched by black hands. She wanted black fingers exploring, feeling and fondling the private parts of her body. She wanted to be in bed with a man who would have no limits with her body, mind, and soul. She wanted to give herself to a man who would know how to use her completely.
But more than anything else she wanted to experience an enormous cock spreading her vulva, penetrating and stretching her vagina, and pushing deep into her body to a place where her good husband's cock would never go. And she desperately wanted the physical, mental, and emotional rush and release that would come from the climax brought about by a black man's long and fully erect cock stroking in and out of her love hole and then feeling the man pump his seed into her womb.
Sharon stiffened and shivered from just thinking about Robert and the things she had done with him and the things he had done to her. The things she desperately wanted to experience again. But now he was not here and she was frustrated and tense and she didn't know how to ease the tension. And to make the situation worse Dan was on a business trip in Europe and wouldn't be home until Sunday night. Two men, two sex partners in her life and both of them were gone leaving her in an agonizing sexless abyss.
So on this Friday morning sitting at her kitchen table drinking coffee, starring at a silent cell phone, thinking about sex with Robert and Dan and waiting for them to come back into her life, Sharon decided she wouldn't wait any longer. She decided that she was going to do something about her sexual distress. She was going to find a black man to take her and do with her all the things that Robert did with her. And she decided she was going to find that man today!
And she had an idea of where she was going to find him, the
Sans Souci Club
.
The
Sans Souci
was the hottest night spot in town. It was the place to meet, drink, dine, dance, party and more. It was the place to see and be seen. For women it was the place to be hit on and picked up. For men it was the place to find women who were looking for a good time, some adventure and maybe sex.
Now Sharon had never been to the
Sans Souci
but, surprisingly, stories about the
Sans Souci
abounded in her suburban social circle. Some of her friends went there for a girls night out and they had shared their stories with her and other friends. These were middle aged, mature, married women who told her of their adventures of dressing sexy and flirting with men who would buy them drinks, dance with them, feel and fondle them and try to seduce them into having sex.
A couple of her friends had gone all the way and had sex. One of her friends told her that she had sex with two men in one evening. One guy took her into the men's restroom where they had sex in a stall. The other guy took her out to his car, positioned her face down across the hood, and took her from behind in full view of people walking by. She told Sharon that she loved it because it was bold and daring. Another friend told her about leaving the
Sans Souci
with three young college students who took her to their fraternity house where the three took turns fucking her.
When Sharon listened to these stories she was shocked and in disbelief. She never dreamed that women in her social circle would do anything so outlandish. Frankly, she was appalled by their behavior, but now, after having her sexuality awakened by Robert, she was ready to do something outlandish. She was ready to do something bold and daring to ease her sexual distress. Before this distress overtook her she would have never imagined having sex, like her friend, with three men. But now needing to satisfy her sexual hunger she would gladly go with one, two or three men and let them have their way with her. Sharon was desperate for love and sex.
So in remembering and thinking about these stories, Sharon was even more convinced that the
Sans Souci
was where she was going that evening. And after getting dressed and out of the house she spent much of Friday morning in a salon having her long blonde hair properly coiffured and getting a manicure and pedicure.
Then, after a quick lunch with friends, she returned home and began the long afternoon process of selecting what to wear, and primping and preening to make herself captivating, alluring and desirable for the man she hoped she could attract and who would satisfy her desperate need for love, sex and intimacy.
By seven o'clock she was dressed in a striking red sweater that fit her tight and accentuated her incredible figure and her sizable breasts. With the sweater she wore a short black leather pencil skirt and black stockings. And to finish off her sexy outfit she wore high heeled black leather boots.
Underneath the sweater and the skirt, she wore an ensemble of provocative lingerie that Dan brought her from
Gooseberry Intimates
in London.
She was the complete package both outside and underneath.
Outside was the stuff to captivate and mesmerize potential lovers. And underneath, for the lucky man who she selected to be her lover for the night, was the reward of her luscious body showcased in tantalizing black lingerie.
Before leaving for the
Sans Souci
she stood in front of a full length mirror and starred at the reflection of a middle-aged woman with the physique and figure of a much younger person. Most women her age wouldn't dare to dress in a tight fitting sweater, a short leather skirt, and high heel boots, but on Sharon the outfit was natural. It was her style and she wore it well. And her perfectly coiffed long blonde hair, and the way it hung seductively on her shoulders and around her face, made her look glamorous, mysterious and alluring.
She was satisfied with her appearance and ready to go and find a lover.
Sharon left her suburban home and drove downtown. But when she got to the
Sans Souci
she lost her nerve and couldn't make herself even pull into the parking lot. She was afraid and her fear made her turn her car around and drive away from the club fast. But she wasn't ready to give up on her mission so instead of driving back home defeated she drove around the city and gave herself time to get control of her fear and emotions.
And after driving around town and talking to herself for more than hour she mustered the courage to drive back to the
Sans Souci
and pull into the parking lot.
It was now around nine o'clock and the parking lot was almost full but Sharon got lucky and found a parking spot not too far from the entrance. After she parked her car she looked in the mirror and checked her makeup, lipstick and hair one last time. It was showtime. She turned off the car's engine and got out.
But walking from her car to the entrance into the club her nerves took control again. Suddenly she was fearful of what she might encounter inside and that caused her to be apprehensive about going into the club alone. In addition, those stories her friends told her about the
Sans Souci
came rushing into her mind and she started thinking about what she might encounter and what situations she might get into and for a moment those thoughts scared her. But fear, nerves and apprehension did not stop her this time. Sharon was on a mission and after hesitating for a few moments she pulled open the door and stepped inside.
The
Sans Souci
