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“That’s very kind of you to say. Mr. Knight is traveling in Europe on business.”

“Has he been gone long?”

Amy explained that he’d already been gone four months and was expected to be away at least another two.

“I’m sorry to hear that. You must get very lonely?”

“Oh James, you have no idea.” Involuntarily, she pulled him a little closer. It went unnoticed by the others on the dance floor or by anyone watching, but James noticed it.

When the dance finished, “Mrs. Knight, thank you, that was my pleasure.”

“No, thank you James.” Just then the orchestra started another song and the lights were lowered. It was a very romantic piece; too romantic for almost strangers. “If I may be so bold, Mr. Lee, I’d like to do that again.” She held out her arms for him.

James Lee took her in his arms and within a minute, subtly grinded against her thigh.

She felt it. She thought she knew what it was. James made it seem like an accident. What happened next was no accident.

In the soft lighting on the dance floor, Amy Allsop Knight grinded against him. Not his leg. She was trying to determine if what she felt was what she felt. “James, a woman like me does get lonely with a husband so far away and for so long.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I wish there was something I could do. Perhaps, a quiet dinner.”

She leaned away from him and looked him in the eyes, “thank you, James, that’s very kind of you, but I need far more than a quiet dinner.” Amy leaned against him, her leg rubbing against what she was now certain was not his leg.

“I do not want to be insulting or presumptuous Mrs. Knight, but I have a suite right across the street at the Classic.”

“No need to apologize; you’re neither presumptuous nor insulting. What’s your suite number?”

“906.”

Why don’t you leave now? I’ll say my good-byes and be about ten minutes behind you.”

“I’ll leave the door unlocked. “906.”

“Thank you, James.”

“I look forward to seeing you, Mrs. Knight.”

In his suite, James Lee removed his dinner jacket and tie, then poured himself a drink.

It was only a few minutes later that Amy Allsop Knight quietly closed the door behind her.

“I’m drinking bourbon, join me?”

“James,” she said coming into his arms, “I don’t need a drink; I need a man.” The kiss she gave him was not the kind of kiss you’d give a stranger or a friend. It was passionate, lingering, and like on the dance floor, Amy grinded against him.

When she took her tongue out of his mouth, “James, help me unbutton my dress.” She turned around.

The dress buttoned to her waist. When he’d undone them all, he reached around, through her camisole, and cupped her breasts. “Hmmmmm,” she sighed, “it’s been so long. Hold me, just like this.”

Her hand reached behind her for his crotch. It wasn’t until the 1920’s that clothes manufacturers started using zippers. Amy fumbled for the buttons on his pants. She was a virgin when she got married; she’d never had to do that with Nick or any man. She was awkward.

“If that’s what you want, let me?”

“I do. I want it so bad. Please.”

He didn’t think it would be this easy. He didn’t think it would be this easy to get her to dance. He didn’t think it would be this easy to get her to come to his suite. He didn’t think it would be this easy to get her clothes off.

Even Mrs. Norton would be surprised.

She turned and faced him. While James unhooked his suspenders, unbuttoned his shirt and then his pants, Mrs. Knight was letting her dress fall to the floor, lifted her camisole over her head and stood in front of him wearing just her knickers.

He stared at her breasts. “They’re beautiful, you know?”

And they were, even after three children, they stood firmly on her chest, big and round: topped by lovely pink nipples. “Thank you, James. I’m glad you like them. I hope there’s more you like.”

Before hopping on the bed, she shed those knickers. “Are you going to join me?” She spread her legs.

Her husband, when he was home, liked to see her like that. That was the problem, he was never home.

James finished undressing: pants, shoes, socks. All the while staring. He’d never seen a white woman naked before. His cock was getting hard by the minute.

Amy Knight was starring, too. She’d never seen a black man naked. When his pants were off, she saw something else she’d never seen before. Her husband, Nick Knight, had a cock that satisfied her. It was the only one she’d ever seen. What she was looking at was nothing like what her husband had; and it wasn’t just the color.

As one of Mrs. Katherine McGuire Norton’s boys, James Lee’s cock was long and fat, and now it was rising. Staring at it, Amy’s cunny was getting juicier by the moment. “James, hurry. Let me feel it inside me.” If she could have, she would have spread her legs wider.

James smiled. Even his prostitute friend let him enjoy playing with her titties and her cunny before he mounted her.

He got between her legs. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“James, oh yes, James.” She guided his cock to her cunny hole. It had been easy sliding into that whore’s cunny. James didn’t expect it would be this easy to enter this one.

The next half hour was the best fuck of his life. That next half hour was the best fuck of Amy Allsop Knight’s life. Amy bounced her ass off the bed as if she hadn’t been fucked in months, which she hadn’t.

James Lee fucked like he was twenty-years-old, which he was. He knew when he was fucking that prostitute that she was acting. Acting like it was the best fuck she’d ever had; acting like he had the biggest cock she’d ever had. Her enthusiasm was obviously fake.

There was no faking or acting by Mrs. Knight. “Yes, James. Ooooh yes. My cunny, oh my cunny.” There were tears in her eyes; happy tears. “Keep giving me your cock. It fills me up like nothing before. It stretches my cunny so good.”

They lay next to each other exhausted when James finished.

Amy rolled over; those titties, those pure white titties, almost in his face. “James, I sent my carriage driver home. I hope you’ll have me all night.” She smiled.

He reached for one of those titties. “Do I get to play with these some more?”

Amy slid up and put them in his face. “Of course, and if you want, I have something warm, wet and furry that you can play with,” she giggled, smothering him with them.

Later that night, they fucked again.

Both of them agreed. It was even better the second time. “Your cock, oh your cock. It doesn’t quit, does it?”

“Are you complaining?”

“Oh no. Mrs. Knight’s cunny could not be happier. James, I like it when you slam into my cunny as hard and as fast as you can.”

James took instructions well. They slept in each other’s arms.

In the morning, they woke up at just about the same time. “James, my husband never fucked me like you did last night, but when he did me good, I’d give him a reward. I hope you like it.” She went down on him.

Like I’ve said before, it wasn’t called a blowjob then, but Amy Allsop Knight was enthusiastic as she bobbed up and down on his black cock. She wasn’t nearly as talented as that whore who Mrs. Norton paid, but she was eager to please him.

She couldn’t believe how long and fat it was. She used her lips; tongue and her mouth could not have opened any wider. Her mouth was stretched as her cunny had been.

It took her a long time to finish. “I never enjoyed pleasing my husband as much as I enjoyed pleasing your cock, and James, there’s so much to please.” She kissed his still mostly hard cock all over: from his balls to his cockhead.

With her tongue teasing that cockhead, “James, what if I got a message to my carriage driver and told him to pick me up tomorrow afternoon.”

James Lee teased her, “and what would we do all day, all night, and tomorrow morning?”

“Well, I suppose maybe, I could do my best to encourage your magnificent cock to get hard again. Perhaps with my mouth? Or maybe James would like to fill my cunny with his gigantic manhood.”

“Or maybe,” he rolled her on her back, and scooted between her legs, “Mrs. Knight would allow me to taste her cunny?” He didn’t wait for an answer.

Nick Knight had never used his tongue on his wife’s cunny; never suggested such a thing. Neither did she. Oh, on the rarest of occasion, in passing one of her girlfriends slipped and said that her husband had, but then realizing what she’d said, and quickly changed the subject.

If Amy thought getting fucked by James Lee’s monster cock was the greatest thing ever, the next hour proved that wrong. Her orgasms, although she didn’t know that word, were beyond anything she could imagine.

Amy Allsop Knight never wanted James’ tongue to leave her cunny. She wrapped her legs around his head, as she writhed.

He’d been taught well. That whore, under Mrs. Norton’s instructions, insisted that he learn not only how to please her cunny, but “James, keep going, baby. When a woman is getting a man’s tongue, she wants it all night long. Give it to my cunny all night long. She held his head between her thighs with her hands, fucking his face. This was a treat for that black whore, too,

Now, he was doing Amy Knight’s cunny the same way. She moaned loudly. Like that whore, she held his head in her hands and fucked his face. “Oh, James, your tongue. You’re so good to me. Give me your cock; please give it to me. My cunny needs your cock.” She was begging.

Every time he started to move; move up so he could mount her, “not yet, just a little bit longer. My cunny wants your tongue just for a little longer. Please, James.” She was begging.

Not even her first year of marriage was like that day. James’ tongue did her cunny; they fucked, and Mrs. Knight insisted on pleasing him with her mouth. “James, as a married woman, I never imagined that I’d ever be with a man other than my husband, but I’m going to want your glorious cock even when he comes home.”

James Lee laughed, “and my tongue.”

“Oh James, show me again you much you like the taste of my cunny.” She spread her legs.

He went down on her.

Over the next two months, she left her children with the nanny and spent the night with James Lee at his suite at the Classic Hotel. A suite paid for by Kate McGuire Norton

She no soon closed the door than she was undressing. She took him in her arms, “James, it’s been so long. I’ve missed you so much; I’ve missed your cock so much.” She got on her knees.

There was always fucking and James’ tongue made sure her cunny was well satisfied. He taught her not only the joy of having her cunny licked, but how to ride his cock. For a young colored boy, there wasn’t anything better than watching Amy’s pure white titties bounce as she sat on his long black cock.

Well, there was one thing better. One time, she miscalculated and was having her monthly when they arranged an evening together. It didn’t deter Mrs. Amy Allsop Knight. She spent most of the night on her knees bobbing up and down om his long, fat black shaft. Watching her ruby red lips slide up and down his shaft was definitely better.

When she returned home, her neck was sore and her lips raw. Her nanny and maids noticed, but they didn’t know who the lucky man was.

One day she received a telegram from her husband. Nicholas Knight’s ship would dock in New York in one week.

She made an immediate decision. “I have to go to New York to meet my husband’s ship.” Her mother, Hermione understood. Understood that her daughter had been away from her husband far too long. Of course, the nanny came along with the children.

She sent James Lee a note: “starting tomorrow, three nights at the Classic. Please.”

There was almost no sleep. Her cunny was sore; her lips were raw; James’ cock was worn out and his tongue felt like it had been runover by one of those automobiles which were just starting to appear on the streets of Chicago.

One morning while she was riding his cock; her titties bouncing in his face, “James, we’re just going to have to find a way to see each other. I just can’t go without your cock . . .”

“And my tongue,” he laughed.

“My cunny loves your tongue.” She slid off him and moved up so her cunny could ride his tongue. The first time he showed her how to do that, she thought it was the greatest thing. Amy could move in such a way as to massage her happy button with James’ tongue.

Three days later, she was on the train to New York. She’d arranged for a sleeper car and rested and recuperated the entire journey.

In New York, she booked the most elegant hotel. It would be another two full days before Nick’s ship would dock in New York Harbor. That gave her cunny and her lips more time to recover.

She met his ship and dragged him to the hotel. “Nick, darling, I know you must be tired, but I’ve missed my husband’s love and affection. Please.”

Over the next week, she became a very good actress. Her cunny was always available to Nick. No, he didn’t use his tongue; he’d never used his tongue, but when they fucked, she screamed with delight with each thrust.

The truth was that after James Lee’s majestic cock, she felt something, but not much.

She had to be careful of her language. She’d never used fuck, cock, cunny or titties with Nick. Of course, with James, she used them all the time.

It took all her willpower to please her husband with her mouth, which she’d done numerous times in her marriage, but she was certain she’d become much more talented and much more willing. Sometimes, “James, please, my mouth has missed your magnificent cock. Please.”

Yes, Amy Allsop Knight did find a way to see James Lee, but it was always during the day. There was no way she could get away for an entire night. It would be fair to say that those few hours were incredible. She insisted on having it all: James’ cock; his tongue. “Keep fucking my cunny, James. You fuck it so good.”

Then disaster struck. She missed her monthly three months in a row. She’d already had three children; she knew. What she didn’t know and couldn’t know was who was the father.

In those days, there was no OB/GYN; no hospital ward for mothers in labor. Amy Allsop Knight had a midwife, a neighbor and her mother to help her through the delivery.

When Hermione Louise Allsop saw the baby, she might have had a heart attack. “No, no, no. There must be some mistake.” There couldn’t be a mistake, she’d watched the baby come out. “Amy, how could you? How could you embarrass me like this. No, I won’t have it.”

It was all the midwife, and the neighbor could do to calm her down. They feared the woman would do something to hurt the baby.

Katherine McGuire Norton had a smirk on her face that could light up the world when she found out. “James, congratulations on becoming a father. I doubt Mrs. Allsop will ever let you see the baby, but I’ll find a way, don’t worry about it. Now, here’s the important question. You deserve a reward for what you did. You followed my instructions to the letter. What do you want? Need? The sky’s the limit.”

“Let me be honest, Mrs. Norton. I’ve been with that colored prostitute and if I may say so, she was fabulous in bed, but, and pardon my language, there’s nothing like white cunny.”

“Oh?”

“I understand that in Europe, they don’t look at skin color like we do in America.”

Kate Norton knew that was true.

“If it’s possible, can you get me to France? I think I’d like it in Paris.”

“I can do that but let me suggest that you wait a year. I’ll hire a tutor to teach you French. In a year you should be much better prepared.”

Two or three times during that year, Mrs. Norton invited the now divorced Amy Allsop (she’d dropped her married name) for tea. “And make sure, you bring the new baby. I’d love to see him.” James Lee did get to see his son.

He was the cutest baby, with black curly hair. “What’s his name?”

“I thought James was an appropriate name. Don’t you?” She squeezed James Lee’s hand.

Mrs. Norton had a photographer present to take pictures of the baby and his mother. Those pictures went into the same binder as the photos of Gerald, Lucy and Amelia Freeman.

Whenever Kate was in the company of her upper-class friends, “have you seen Mrs. Conover and Mrs. Allsop’s grand children?” Then she’d open the binder. “Aren’t they just adorable?” The kids were cute as could be, but the expression on those women’s faces had Kate’s knickers drenched.

TO BE CONTINUED

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