Louis rang the doorbell and waited before he went in. He wasn't supposed to, Jerry had told him. "Just walk on into the house." But no way was he going to do that. This was an all white neighborhood, and he was a black man. What if the computer program Jerry raved about hadn't worked?
There was no answer to his ring. Feeling nervous but hopeful, Louis pushed open the door. "Mrs. Weston?" he called out. "It's Louis Field. Your husband Jerry asked me to come by…?"
Getting no response, Louis stepped in and closed the front door behind him. He was in the foyer of the large house.
The computer was in the den, off to right of the living room, Jerry had told him. Louis wiped his feet on the throw rug before going in, conscious of the plush, nearly white carpeting. It looked like it had never been stepped on before.
The door to the den was open--a light guided him inside. He could hear a buzzing sound that he'd been told to expect, coming from the computer.
Mrs. Weston, Jerry's wife, was seated at the computer desk, which faced the back wall. He could see only her head and shoulders over the top of the computer chair, but it appeared that the tiny blonde, whom Louis had met only one time at a cookout, was naked.
"Mrs. Weston…" he said, approaching. She did not turn or acknowledge him.
He came around the side of the chair, where she could not help but catch him in her peripheral vision. Still there was no reaction. She was staring straight ahead, a vacant look on her face. She seemed totally absorbed by the flickering image of a red bouncing ball on the computer screen.
Sharon Weston was indeed naked, he now saw.
At only 5'2" and about a hundred ten pounds, she was the most beautiful white lady Louis had ever seen. She had delicate facial features--a perpetual smile; a pert, upturned nose; big blue innocent eyes. Of course her flowing long hair was perfectly brushed, and looked soft as down. If not for her generous bosom and big pink nipples, he would have thought her too young to be his co-worker's wife.
The lady's arms were resting in her lap.
Still apprehensive, he decided to test what he'd been told about her state of mind. He took hold of her left wrist, gently, and brought her manicured hand to his crotch, pressing it against the bulge that was quickly rising in his work pants.
Without looking up or changing her expression, the lady started to caress him through his jeans.
Jesus
, he thought.
There was a phone on the desk. Not taking his eyes from the luscious blonde, Louis picked up the receiver and dialed a number.
"Yeah, I'm here. She's sitting here just like you said."
While he listened to the response, he used his free hand to pull his zipper down, giving Sharon full access to his member. She took it in hand, and he stifled a moan.
"--Yeah, a deal's a deal," he said into the receiver. "I'll make the call right now."
Louis hung up the phone long enough to break the connection. Then he placed a second call. "Yeah, hon. It's me. I'm working late--"
"--No, don't worry about dinner, but look. A friend's coming by--
"--Yeah, you remember Jerry, from the company cookout? Skinny white guy? Anyway, he's coming over to use the computer. Let him in, all right? He needs to check out a program--
"--Yeah, and hon? Keep an eye on him, okay? I don't want him getting into our e-mail or anything."
Louis put down the phone, relieved that he was finally able to concentrate on what was happening right here and now. Sharon Weston had encircled his thick black cock with her tiny hand. She was jerking him vigorously, all the while staring straight ahead, and it felt fine.
He bent forward to take charge of her tits.
This was gonna be fuckin' great.
#
Jennifer Field was not angry as she hung up the phone. She loved her husband, and didn't mind his working late once in a while. They were making good money and had a fine little house. She was happy.
Three days a week she worked in an office. Today she was off and had been about to start supper. She was dressed kind of sloppily in jeans and a t-shirt.
She wasn't going to change for the guest who was coming to her house, but she didn't want to look like a slob, either, so she pulled on a sweater and ran a brush through her hair.
She was straightening up the living room when Jerry rang the bell. She let him in, and immediately remembered him from the cookout. A timid man who'd spent the whole afternoon checking out her ass and sneaking peaks down the front of her blouse.
She was glad now that she had put on the sweater.
He was Louis' friend so she spoke to him civilly, inviting him in and showing him to the computer, which was right there in the living room.
Remembering her husband's caution about the e-mail, Jennifer stayed busy in the living room while the white man placed a disk in the drive and started up whatever it was he was working on. She glanced at the screen once in a while, and it seemed he was typing something. The font was too small for her to read anything.
After a few minutes he made some mouse clicks, and the hard drive started to whir. "What do you think of this?" he asked her. Jennifer put down the stack of newspapers she had been about to throw away and looked at the screen.
"What is it?" she asked, seeing a seemingly random display of flickering images and colors that was not unpleasant to watch.
"A new screensaver I picked up," he explained. "It's programmable. It's supposed to have a real effect."
Jennifer was not impressed. "I'm not really a computer person," she offered.
Still, there was something captivating about the screensaver. Some of the images lingered long enough for her to see--abstract splashes of color in pleasing patterns. Other images--and sometimes words, she thought--appeared and disappeared faster than she could interpret them. She wondered what it was she wasn't seeing.
She started to turn away, but was caught by the feeling that she would miss something if she did. She continued to watch, moving gradually closer to the screen as her interest rose.
Subtly, her mind began to settle down. Moments ago she had been thinking about everything from what was on television that night, to her next session at the gym. But all of that faded, and soon was gone. Now she was interested only in the computer screen.
A tiny red spot appeared at the bottom of the display, holding constant against the stormy background. It grew until it was as big as a bug, then began moving slowly up the screen. Jennifer's eyes followed.
She was hooked.
#
Meanwhile, Louis was standing in Jerry's den, his pants down around his ankles. A small white hand with pink painted nails rested on each of his thick muscular thighs as Sharon Weston was licked and nibbled at the bulbous head and thick stalk of his engorged black cock. "Come on," he moaned. "Open wide, girl, take it in."
Louis didn't know anything about computers, and he had been told not to touch the one here. Jerry had programmed it himself (and in so doing, had programmed his wife). Louis could only wait and see what happened.
Finally, the fragile blonde became more aggressive. She opened her jaw wide, stretching her lips, and managed to take the head of him into her mouth. It wasn't easy, but she did it. Then she reached around him to clench his ass cheeks and pull herself further onto him.
Louis wanted to grab the sides of Sharon's head and ram himself down her hot little throat. If he did that, though, he'd hurt her big time. Jerry would be furious. He restrained himself and let her continue to work on him at her own pace.
He bent down over her and ran his hands over her back, marveling at her tiny waist and the perfect roundness of her bottom, still planted on the expensive leather chair. Now she was getting into it, taking his hard cock an inch at a time, gulping and swallowing and ringing it with her tongue.
He soon reached the back of her throat. She started blowing him in earnest then, sucking deeply, her long hair whipping against his legs as her lips massaged his shaft.
Sharon Weston's sucking had to be a result of the computer hypnosis. No white woman could be such an expert at bringing a black man off. Louis cradled her head with his hands and cried out as she took him to the brink and over, the little slut not backing off as several ounces of thick cum shot up from his balls and out the turgid hose that was his cock. He shot and shot, over and over, and she swallowed again and again and again, drinking everything he had to offer.
Finally Louis was drained, but Sharon was still sucking.
#
Jerry had no doubts about the deal he had made with Louis Field. The 5'8" ebony fox looking over his shoulder at the computer screen had him aching to touch her. Straightened black hair in a loose wave; full red lips and white teeth; a strong jaw. Her legs were long and supple in form-fitting jeans, and somewhere under that bulky sweater was the chest he had been dreaming about ever since the cookout, which she had come to dressed in shorts and a white satin blouse which left much dark skin exposed.
She had stepped as close to the screen as possible. Her face was right next to his and he could smell her perfume. The computer speakers had begun to emit a buzzing noise which he knew would quickly deepen her trance, though it did nothing for him.
He stood up silently and helped the lady to sit down in his place. He didn't know if she was aware of her own movements at this point or not. Soon she would be oblivious to anything but the images and instructions emanating from the computer.
He went to the kitchen to get himself a bottle of beer while he waited. He figured Louis wouldn't mind.
