11-02-2021, 08:42 PM
After parking in the garage I began to carry my packages of "prizes" into the house. As I entered the kitchen I was surprised to find that the wall clock read 2:30PM. It certainly didn't seem as if I had been gone five hours, more like five minutes. After I had unloaded the last of the packages into the kitchen I was overcome by a sense of hunger. No wonder, really, since I had eaten only a small breakfast so many hours ago. So I went about preparing a lite lunch and took a diet soda from the fridge.
I was about to set down and eat when I was interrupted by a knock at my front door. As I walked to the door I was amazed to realize that I hadn't slipped out of my high heels. "How odd," I thought, "normally my shoes come off the second I hit the door."
At any rate, I answered the door and was mildly surprised to find Angel's guest of the night before standing on my front porch. She wore the same very revealing gold bikini as before with matching six-inch heels. Her ample black breasts seemed as if they might spill out of the bikini top at any moment. I am certain that I must have licked my lips as I noticed that the tiny g-string of a bottom she wore just barely covered her black Venus mound. Being an inch or two taller than me her legs seemed to go on forever. For the first time I realized the lovely creature couldn't be a day over 19 years old. I thought there should be a law against being so young and sexy.
"Are you done ogling me, honey?" she asked good-naturedly. For a moment I was taken aback and didn't know how to answer. Before I could respond the black girl eased the tension as she stepped through the doorway and laughed, "Oh don't worry about it, baby, I was checking your package out too." Then she added with a giggle, "Not bad for a blondie."
"What ... what can I do for ya," I asked nervously unsure if this wasn't one of Angel's tricks or not.
"Ah, Angel sent me to get your recites. You've got them don't ya, sweetie?" She asked cheerfully. The black girl stepped completely into my house and closed the door behind her.
"Ahhh, yea I got them just a minute and I'll get them," I was still very nervous. Turning I walked back towards the kitchen. As I walked I couldn't help but notice the black girl following me. That unnerved me a bit more. I was sure that the black girl had been sent by my Nigger Mistress, Angel, to hurt me. I walked over to the kitchen table where most of the packages sat. My attention was momentarily diverted as I fumbled around inside the various packages hunting for the recites. I didn't notice the very cute and young black girl slip up directly behind me as I searched.
As I turned around, flushed with success, the recites in my hand, the black girl embraced me tightly using her arms to draw me close to her all but naked body. I was too shocked to resist. Her lips clamped on mine as I felt her tongue probing my open mouth. I swooned in her powerful embrace. My titties were pressed tightly into her lovely breasts and any will to resist I may have felt melted away. Our tongues danced together eagerly. My arms wrapped around the black girl's lush body, and my hands grabbed her full bottom and squeezed. I was shocked again by the firmness of her tight bum. Our tongues meshed together and battled the war of lesbian passion. Abruptly the black girl broke our embrace taking a step backwards she snatched the recites from my trembling hand. "I've got to get back," she moaned as the black lovely retreated towards my front door. "Mmmm and thanks, baby," she continued with a beautiful smile, "I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you." I was momentarily mesmerized by the swing of the black girl's bottom, since her bikini bottom was nothing more than a glorified g-string. My sexual engine which revved to life moments ago now roared into overdrive.
"What ...what," I worried, "what about Angel?"
Reaching the door the black girl looked back over her shoulder with a warm smile on her lovely full lips, "Angel doesn't have to know everything now does she, honey?" Then as the exotic black girl was about to leave a sudden look of horror appeared upon the lovely features of her face, "OMG, I almost forgot," she spoke quickly, "Angel said to tell you to have dinner for three ready by 7PM." Then the graceful creature disappeared out my front door.
As the door closed my mind whirled. I felt like a bitch under siege. Certainly, the last thing I wanted to do was prepare dinner. I was completely worn out from my shopping trip. It seemed as if I had been on my feet for days. The backs of my calves were killing me from the high heels I still wore. Besides, that I wondered what I might have to feed Angel and her friend. Then a horrifying thought passed through my mind, "What if I wasn't counted in the three?" A lump formed in my throat as I pondered further, "What if my dinner guests include Angel and two of her friends?"
I took my packages into the bedroom and thought about what I would serve for dinner. Absent mindedly I thought about the porn magazine I had bought on impulse. Taking it from it's bag I carefully opened the plastic which enveloped it. Settling onto my bed I began to thumb through the nasty magazine. My juices began to ooze and my pussy throbbed as I took in page after page of a cute blonde white girl fucking and sucking a black couple. It was just so demeaning the things the black couple demanded from their white ho. There were photos of the white bitch sucking black cock, feet, ass and pussy. Other glossy pictures showed the white slut taking the giant black dick in her ass and pussy while sucking the black girl's pussy. God, how I wanted to fuck myself right then and there. But, alas I couldn't, I had dinner to prepare for Angel and whoever she brought to my table. With my pussy screaming for attention I somehow found the strength to close the dirty magazine and put it a way in my lingerie draw.
Walking back to the kitchen I opened the freezer of my refrigerator. The light bulb of my brain lit up when I noticed a package of four frozen chicken breasts. Taking the chicken from the freezer I set it in the sink to thaw.
From the kitchen I walked to the bathroom and began to draw a tub full of warm bath water. After adding some bath oils I removed my dress and shoes then slipped into the relaxing water. The tension in my body seemed to wash away as I soaked in the tub. That is until I thought of the white girl in the porn magazine again. With my eyes closed I became that white slut. I saw myself kneeling between the powerful looking legs of the black stud. His nigger cock crammed into my wide open mouth. It was me looking into his gleaming dark eyes as if to say, "Yesssss, I know, we both know; I'm your white cock sucking ho."
My pussy began to ache all over again. My mind ran rampant with thoughts of being used by the black stud and his girlfriend. I soon found myself diddling my only pussy. What a joke that is I thought as I slipped a finger inside my cunt and began to fuck myself. You see I have never been able to masturbate myself to completion. All I have ever accomplished is raising my level of frustration a notch or two. This time was no different. Summoning my lapsing will power and uttering a soft gasp of despair I got out of the tub and toweled myself off.
I soon found myself thinking about what to wear or more importantly what NOT to wear. I decided that it would be appropriate to model some of my new purchases. Walking into my bedroom nude I began to open the packages, which held the prizes from my day's shopping trip. Taking one of my new pink garter-belts I quickly hooked it about my slim waist and straightened the garters then slipped a pair of pink nylons onto my long legs. At least I had always been told they were long. I guess that comes with being 5'9". And, I had always appreciated long legs on others. Perhaps, I thought, that was why I was so enthralled with Angel's "girlfriend" who had to be at least six feet tall.
At any rate, I took out one of the pink mini dresses I had purchased and stepped into it. It was the hot little number whose open neckline plunged to my navel leaving it totally exposed. Actually the dress wasn't much more than a short skirt, which just barely covered the tops of my pink stockings, and a few strips of material holding the top in place. Two narrow strips of fabric ran from the front center of the skirt upward over my titties then over my shoulders down my back to the back of the skirt. My back was left completely bare to just above my ass except for a small horizontal strap holding the main pieces in place. In front another horizontal strap ran just under my titties to serve the same purpose. The suspender like strips of material radiating up from the front of the dress's skirt were barely wide enough to hide my nipples and left ample amounts of tittie flesh spilling over on either side. I adjusted the alleged dress as best I could then opened the shoebox containing a pair of hot pink classic six-inch pumps. After slipping the shoes on and buckling the substantial ankle strap I walked back into the bathroom to comb my hair and apply my make-up. Already I could feel the strain that the god awful six inch heels caused my feet and ankles.
Having finished with my make-up I walked back to my bedroom on my way to the kitchen. As I passed the full-length mirror I couldn't help but pause for a moment. I was appalled to see a total whore looking back at me complete with hot pink lip gloss. I couldn't believe that I had sunk so low. "White thrash in the flesh," I though. But, I didn't have time to linger.
Over the next couple of hours I prepared for my guests. I set the dinning room table with my best linen and china. Glasses and cups were put out as well as my finest silverware. I couldn't believe how quickly my legs began to ache from wearing my new six inch stilettos.
I was just finalizing dinner preparations when I heard the front door open and close. Then the unmistakable clicking of high-heels as they crossed the foyer. Filled with nervous apprehension I removed my apron and started towards my living room. Entering the living room I found that Angel and her young erotic girlfriend had already made themselves comfortable on the sofa. I wasn't at all surprised to see that Angel's friend had already lost her bikini top. But, was mildly shocked that she had been allowed to retain her gold colored bikini panties/g-string. But as I would soon learn Angel had different rules for her black girls and her white hos.
The dark smooth skin of both gorgeous black women seemed to shimmer. I made a mental note that I just had to find out what they used as a skin moisturizer. Just gazing upon their black beauty started my lezbo juices stirring. My eyes kept returning to the magnificent bare breasts of Angel's girlfriend. I was amazed that a girl so young could have such large and perfectly formed breasts. I'm sure I licked my lips as I noticed the girl's hard, cherry like nipples.
Angel's tone wasn't overly friendly as she asked, "Is dinner ready, ho?"
"Ahhh, yes, my Nigger Mistress." With that the three of us walked into the dinning room. Angel had me prepare her plate, an order which I obediently complied with. After I filled everyone's wine glass I took my seat. With an evil sparkle in her eye Angel demanded that I eat my meal standing.
I felt quite awkward as I stood eating dinner but I dared not to complain. Standing there in my own dinning room in the skimpy pink dress I felt less dressed than had I actually been naked. Angel's girlfriend kept eyeing me like a wild animal might eye their prey. Of course, I'd be lying if I said her ogling didn't thrill me. Besides I continued to leer at her nearly nude beauty as well.
Watching the two of us behaving like horny college sluts Angel remarked cheerfully, "Jasmine likes white ho meat, don't you, Jasmine?"
The beautiful black girl who now had a name blushed with embarrassment as she replied, "Yes, Angel, you know I love white meat."
Then looking squarely at me Angel asked brightly, "You'd love to suck Jasmine's sweet brown sugar of a pussy wouldn't you, ho?'
Burning red with shame I answered meekly but truthfully, "Yes, my Nigger Mistress, I'd love to suck Jasmine's pussy. It would be an honor" Angel laughed out loud as Jasmine's dark eyes caught and held mine. My face burned red with embarrassment yet I knew I had to be totally pleasing to Angel or risk being the subject of another round of her brutality.
After finishing her meal Angel stood up and directed that Jasmine and I follow her to the living. While Angel and Jasmine made themselves comfortable on the sofa I was ordered to strip and assume my submissive kneeling pose. I obeyed without even thinking about it. I was actually mildly surprised that I had been allowed to remain clothed throughout dinner. Casting off the pink mini dress, which hadn't left much to the imagination anyway, I knelt right in front of Angel. I spread my knees extremely wide and crossed my wrists behind my back. Actually kneeling was a blessing in disguise as the pain from wearing my high heels had become almost unbearable.
Jasmine seductively curled her tongue around her pouty full lips as she leered at my lush naked body. I found myself praying that it was a sign she liked what she saw. But it also embarrassed the living hell out of me. And, I couldn't help but think how that velvety tongue would feel between my spread thighs. Well, even sluts can dream can't they?
While I knelt self-consciously before the two young black beauties Angel demanded to see the fruits of my shopping trip. I wasn't allowed to stand and had to crawl on my hands and knees like some kind of frigging animal. Of course, the thought of disobeying never entered my head. Leaning forward onto all fours I crawled off meekly to perform my assigned task.
My bare titties jiggled freely as I crawled to my bedroom. It quickly became apparent that I could only handle one package at a time in my submissive position. Taking one package I began the slow trek back to my living room.
When I finally returned to the living with the first package I was shocked to find Angel and Jasmine locked in a lesbian embrace. The two black ladies were making out like high college lovers. With their lips locked in a passionate embrace Angel mauled Jasmine's bare breasts like an over eager college boy groping his date. As I watched the two black lovelies I felt my own pent-up lust building between my legs.
By the time I returned with my second package the top of Angel's black mini dress had been pulled down revealing her hot dark chocolate breasts and their sweet nipples. Jasmine was using her tongue to lavish loving attention upon one of Angel's tarts. God how my pussy began to ache as I watched the two black ladies entwined in passionate embrace. As Angel pressed her black breast into Jasmine's eager moth she slipped a finger between her legs.
Smirking meanly in my direction Angel asked coldly, "What are you looking at, you frigging white ho?" Angel didn't give me a chance to answer as she laughed and added, "You want some of my black sweetness don't you, ho?" As she spoke Jasmine continued to feast upon Angel's beautiful breast.
I was embarrassed beyond words as Angel caught me ogling the stimulating scene playing itself out in my own living room. But, I couldn't lie to the black beauty that now owned me heart, body and soul. From my kneeling position I responded honestly and instantly, "Yes ... yes, my Nigger Mistress, it would be an honor to taste the sweetness of your brown sugar."
Angel continued to work her finger between Jasmine's delicious legs. It was plain the way Jasmine was slowly working her hips that the finger was having its desired effect. A sweet moan of rising lust slipped from between Jasmine's full lips.
Angel paid no mind to Jasmine's obvious need as she sneered, "That's right, you frigging white assed ho, feasting upon the magnificent sweetness which is my body is indeed an honor. An honor, which you will not earn until you present me with a gift."
I was dumb founded as I knelt on my hands and knees. I had no idea what sort of gift Angel expected. All I knew was that whatever it was I would get it for my black goddess. But, even in my bewildered state I didn't delay my response for a nano second, "Yes, my Nigger Mistress."
Sensing my confusion Angel asked in her sweetest voice, "Do you want to know what that gift will be, ho?"
From my submissive position I answered instantly, "Yes ... yes please, my Nigger Mistress, please tell me."
Sneering again cruelly Angel replied, "You will present me with another frigging white assed ho just like yourself, cunt." Angel laughed out loud as the color drained from my face. The look of horror in my eyes must have told Angel what she wanted to know. As she sat there on my sofa I watched as Angel slammed her hand into Jasmine's pussy. Jasmine responded with a sweet groan of pure pleasure and ground her hips back at the finger fucking her black love hole.
"Now then, you fucking slut ho, you have wasted enough of my time," Angel scolded coldly, "and because of that you shell be punished. Remember, you fucking honkie ho, I can always makes things worse for you." Oddly enough my pussy began to ache relentlessly as Angel spoke her harsh words. With sheer ice in her voice Angel said, "Now you will get the rest of your purchases and you will crawl with your frigging white elbows on the floor. Understand you freaking piece of white fuck meat?"
Even before Angel had finished her question I had lowered myself so that my elbows were on the floor. My nipples actually brushed the carpeting as I answered Angel's query, "Yes, my Nigger Mistress, I understand completely." Crawling on my elbows had the effect of lifting my bare white ass into the air. For some odd reason I couldn't help but think of what an inviting target my ass must have made. Part of me wanted to revolt yet the pounding throb radiating from my pussy wouldn't allow for rebellion. I hated to admit it but I was nothing more than Angel's pleasure toy. A fuck toy to be used and abused as she saw fit.
Certainly crawling on my elbows impeded my progress. It took me several more trips and over a half hour to complete Angel's task. The whole time, for some strange reason, I couldn't get my mind off from my naked ass. Angel and Jasmine continued their dance of loving embrace as I labored tirelessly. All the time I was tiring, my knees were beginning to pay a heavy price. Frankly, I was being worn to a frazzle.
Finally I was finished and I felt a gratifying wave of accomplishment swept over my sweating body. As I returned with the last of my day's purchases I wasn't surprised at all to find Jasmine on her knees between Angel's wide-open legs. The skirt of Angel's mini dress was bunched up around her hips. Jasmine had her head buried in Angel's black love nest. The passion that Angel felt was obvious as she ground her Venus mound up into Jasmine's eager tongue. As I watched the two black ladies lost in the throes of ecstasy I had an overwhelming urge to crawl between Jasmine's legs and do to her what she was so magnificently doing to Angel. Angel toyed with one of her own nipples as Jasmine's tongue plied its' skillful trade. I felt my own juices begin to leak from my throbbing pussy and ooze down my inner thighs. I didn't know how much more sexual taunting I could take before I screamed and begged for relief.
I was about to set down and eat when I was interrupted by a knock at my front door. As I walked to the door I was amazed to realize that I hadn't slipped out of my high heels. "How odd," I thought, "normally my shoes come off the second I hit the door."
At any rate, I answered the door and was mildly surprised to find Angel's guest of the night before standing on my front porch. She wore the same very revealing gold bikini as before with matching six-inch heels. Her ample black breasts seemed as if they might spill out of the bikini top at any moment. I am certain that I must have licked my lips as I noticed that the tiny g-string of a bottom she wore just barely covered her black Venus mound. Being an inch or two taller than me her legs seemed to go on forever. For the first time I realized the lovely creature couldn't be a day over 19 years old. I thought there should be a law against being so young and sexy.
"Are you done ogling me, honey?" she asked good-naturedly. For a moment I was taken aback and didn't know how to answer. Before I could respond the black girl eased the tension as she stepped through the doorway and laughed, "Oh don't worry about it, baby, I was checking your package out too." Then she added with a giggle, "Not bad for a blondie."
"What ... what can I do for ya," I asked nervously unsure if this wasn't one of Angel's tricks or not.
"Ah, Angel sent me to get your recites. You've got them don't ya, sweetie?" She asked cheerfully. The black girl stepped completely into my house and closed the door behind her.
"Ahhh, yea I got them just a minute and I'll get them," I was still very nervous. Turning I walked back towards the kitchen. As I walked I couldn't help but notice the black girl following me. That unnerved me a bit more. I was sure that the black girl had been sent by my Nigger Mistress, Angel, to hurt me. I walked over to the kitchen table where most of the packages sat. My attention was momentarily diverted as I fumbled around inside the various packages hunting for the recites. I didn't notice the very cute and young black girl slip up directly behind me as I searched.
As I turned around, flushed with success, the recites in my hand, the black girl embraced me tightly using her arms to draw me close to her all but naked body. I was too shocked to resist. Her lips clamped on mine as I felt her tongue probing my open mouth. I swooned in her powerful embrace. My titties were pressed tightly into her lovely breasts and any will to resist I may have felt melted away. Our tongues danced together eagerly. My arms wrapped around the black girl's lush body, and my hands grabbed her full bottom and squeezed. I was shocked again by the firmness of her tight bum. Our tongues meshed together and battled the war of lesbian passion. Abruptly the black girl broke our embrace taking a step backwards she snatched the recites from my trembling hand. "I've got to get back," she moaned as the black lovely retreated towards my front door. "Mmmm and thanks, baby," she continued with a beautiful smile, "I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you." I was momentarily mesmerized by the swing of the black girl's bottom, since her bikini bottom was nothing more than a glorified g-string. My sexual engine which revved to life moments ago now roared into overdrive.
"What ...what," I worried, "what about Angel?"
Reaching the door the black girl looked back over her shoulder with a warm smile on her lovely full lips, "Angel doesn't have to know everything now does she, honey?" Then as the exotic black girl was about to leave a sudden look of horror appeared upon the lovely features of her face, "OMG, I almost forgot," she spoke quickly, "Angel said to tell you to have dinner for three ready by 7PM." Then the graceful creature disappeared out my front door.
As the door closed my mind whirled. I felt like a bitch under siege. Certainly, the last thing I wanted to do was prepare dinner. I was completely worn out from my shopping trip. It seemed as if I had been on my feet for days. The backs of my calves were killing me from the high heels I still wore. Besides, that I wondered what I might have to feed Angel and her friend. Then a horrifying thought passed through my mind, "What if I wasn't counted in the three?" A lump formed in my throat as I pondered further, "What if my dinner guests include Angel and two of her friends?"
I took my packages into the bedroom and thought about what I would serve for dinner. Absent mindedly I thought about the porn magazine I had bought on impulse. Taking it from it's bag I carefully opened the plastic which enveloped it. Settling onto my bed I began to thumb through the nasty magazine. My juices began to ooze and my pussy throbbed as I took in page after page of a cute blonde white girl fucking and sucking a black couple. It was just so demeaning the things the black couple demanded from their white ho. There were photos of the white bitch sucking black cock, feet, ass and pussy. Other glossy pictures showed the white slut taking the giant black dick in her ass and pussy while sucking the black girl's pussy. God, how I wanted to fuck myself right then and there. But, alas I couldn't, I had dinner to prepare for Angel and whoever she brought to my table. With my pussy screaming for attention I somehow found the strength to close the dirty magazine and put it a way in my lingerie draw.
Walking back to the kitchen I opened the freezer of my refrigerator. The light bulb of my brain lit up when I noticed a package of four frozen chicken breasts. Taking the chicken from the freezer I set it in the sink to thaw.
From the kitchen I walked to the bathroom and began to draw a tub full of warm bath water. After adding some bath oils I removed my dress and shoes then slipped into the relaxing water. The tension in my body seemed to wash away as I soaked in the tub. That is until I thought of the white girl in the porn magazine again. With my eyes closed I became that white slut. I saw myself kneeling between the powerful looking legs of the black stud. His nigger cock crammed into my wide open mouth. It was me looking into his gleaming dark eyes as if to say, "Yesssss, I know, we both know; I'm your white cock sucking ho."
My pussy began to ache all over again. My mind ran rampant with thoughts of being used by the black stud and his girlfriend. I soon found myself diddling my only pussy. What a joke that is I thought as I slipped a finger inside my cunt and began to fuck myself. You see I have never been able to masturbate myself to completion. All I have ever accomplished is raising my level of frustration a notch or two. This time was no different. Summoning my lapsing will power and uttering a soft gasp of despair I got out of the tub and toweled myself off.
I soon found myself thinking about what to wear or more importantly what NOT to wear. I decided that it would be appropriate to model some of my new purchases. Walking into my bedroom nude I began to open the packages, which held the prizes from my day's shopping trip. Taking one of my new pink garter-belts I quickly hooked it about my slim waist and straightened the garters then slipped a pair of pink nylons onto my long legs. At least I had always been told they were long. I guess that comes with being 5'9". And, I had always appreciated long legs on others. Perhaps, I thought, that was why I was so enthralled with Angel's "girlfriend" who had to be at least six feet tall.
At any rate, I took out one of the pink mini dresses I had purchased and stepped into it. It was the hot little number whose open neckline plunged to my navel leaving it totally exposed. Actually the dress wasn't much more than a short skirt, which just barely covered the tops of my pink stockings, and a few strips of material holding the top in place. Two narrow strips of fabric ran from the front center of the skirt upward over my titties then over my shoulders down my back to the back of the skirt. My back was left completely bare to just above my ass except for a small horizontal strap holding the main pieces in place. In front another horizontal strap ran just under my titties to serve the same purpose. The suspender like strips of material radiating up from the front of the dress's skirt were barely wide enough to hide my nipples and left ample amounts of tittie flesh spilling over on either side. I adjusted the alleged dress as best I could then opened the shoebox containing a pair of hot pink classic six-inch pumps. After slipping the shoes on and buckling the substantial ankle strap I walked back into the bathroom to comb my hair and apply my make-up. Already I could feel the strain that the god awful six inch heels caused my feet and ankles.
Having finished with my make-up I walked back to my bedroom on my way to the kitchen. As I passed the full-length mirror I couldn't help but pause for a moment. I was appalled to see a total whore looking back at me complete with hot pink lip gloss. I couldn't believe that I had sunk so low. "White thrash in the flesh," I though. But, I didn't have time to linger.
Over the next couple of hours I prepared for my guests. I set the dinning room table with my best linen and china. Glasses and cups were put out as well as my finest silverware. I couldn't believe how quickly my legs began to ache from wearing my new six inch stilettos.
I was just finalizing dinner preparations when I heard the front door open and close. Then the unmistakable clicking of high-heels as they crossed the foyer. Filled with nervous apprehension I removed my apron and started towards my living room. Entering the living room I found that Angel and her young erotic girlfriend had already made themselves comfortable on the sofa. I wasn't at all surprised to see that Angel's friend had already lost her bikini top. But, was mildly shocked that she had been allowed to retain her gold colored bikini panties/g-string. But as I would soon learn Angel had different rules for her black girls and her white hos.
The dark smooth skin of both gorgeous black women seemed to shimmer. I made a mental note that I just had to find out what they used as a skin moisturizer. Just gazing upon their black beauty started my lezbo juices stirring. My eyes kept returning to the magnificent bare breasts of Angel's girlfriend. I was amazed that a girl so young could have such large and perfectly formed breasts. I'm sure I licked my lips as I noticed the girl's hard, cherry like nipples.
Angel's tone wasn't overly friendly as she asked, "Is dinner ready, ho?"
"Ahhh, yes, my Nigger Mistress." With that the three of us walked into the dinning room. Angel had me prepare her plate, an order which I obediently complied with. After I filled everyone's wine glass I took my seat. With an evil sparkle in her eye Angel demanded that I eat my meal standing.
I felt quite awkward as I stood eating dinner but I dared not to complain. Standing there in my own dinning room in the skimpy pink dress I felt less dressed than had I actually been naked. Angel's girlfriend kept eyeing me like a wild animal might eye their prey. Of course, I'd be lying if I said her ogling didn't thrill me. Besides I continued to leer at her nearly nude beauty as well.
Watching the two of us behaving like horny college sluts Angel remarked cheerfully, "Jasmine likes white ho meat, don't you, Jasmine?"
The beautiful black girl who now had a name blushed with embarrassment as she replied, "Yes, Angel, you know I love white meat."
Then looking squarely at me Angel asked brightly, "You'd love to suck Jasmine's sweet brown sugar of a pussy wouldn't you, ho?'
Burning red with shame I answered meekly but truthfully, "Yes, my Nigger Mistress, I'd love to suck Jasmine's pussy. It would be an honor" Angel laughed out loud as Jasmine's dark eyes caught and held mine. My face burned red with embarrassment yet I knew I had to be totally pleasing to Angel or risk being the subject of another round of her brutality.
After finishing her meal Angel stood up and directed that Jasmine and I follow her to the living. While Angel and Jasmine made themselves comfortable on the sofa I was ordered to strip and assume my submissive kneeling pose. I obeyed without even thinking about it. I was actually mildly surprised that I had been allowed to remain clothed throughout dinner. Casting off the pink mini dress, which hadn't left much to the imagination anyway, I knelt right in front of Angel. I spread my knees extremely wide and crossed my wrists behind my back. Actually kneeling was a blessing in disguise as the pain from wearing my high heels had become almost unbearable.
Jasmine seductively curled her tongue around her pouty full lips as she leered at my lush naked body. I found myself praying that it was a sign she liked what she saw. But it also embarrassed the living hell out of me. And, I couldn't help but think how that velvety tongue would feel between my spread thighs. Well, even sluts can dream can't they?
While I knelt self-consciously before the two young black beauties Angel demanded to see the fruits of my shopping trip. I wasn't allowed to stand and had to crawl on my hands and knees like some kind of frigging animal. Of course, the thought of disobeying never entered my head. Leaning forward onto all fours I crawled off meekly to perform my assigned task.
My bare titties jiggled freely as I crawled to my bedroom. It quickly became apparent that I could only handle one package at a time in my submissive position. Taking one package I began the slow trek back to my living room.
When I finally returned to the living with the first package I was shocked to find Angel and Jasmine locked in a lesbian embrace. The two black ladies were making out like high college lovers. With their lips locked in a passionate embrace Angel mauled Jasmine's bare breasts like an over eager college boy groping his date. As I watched the two black lovelies I felt my own pent-up lust building between my legs.
By the time I returned with my second package the top of Angel's black mini dress had been pulled down revealing her hot dark chocolate breasts and their sweet nipples. Jasmine was using her tongue to lavish loving attention upon one of Angel's tarts. God how my pussy began to ache as I watched the two black ladies entwined in passionate embrace. As Angel pressed her black breast into Jasmine's eager moth she slipped a finger between her legs.
Smirking meanly in my direction Angel asked coldly, "What are you looking at, you frigging white ho?" Angel didn't give me a chance to answer as she laughed and added, "You want some of my black sweetness don't you, ho?" As she spoke Jasmine continued to feast upon Angel's beautiful breast.
I was embarrassed beyond words as Angel caught me ogling the stimulating scene playing itself out in my own living room. But, I couldn't lie to the black beauty that now owned me heart, body and soul. From my kneeling position I responded honestly and instantly, "Yes ... yes, my Nigger Mistress, it would be an honor to taste the sweetness of your brown sugar."
Angel continued to work her finger between Jasmine's delicious legs. It was plain the way Jasmine was slowly working her hips that the finger was having its desired effect. A sweet moan of rising lust slipped from between Jasmine's full lips.
Angel paid no mind to Jasmine's obvious need as she sneered, "That's right, you frigging white assed ho, feasting upon the magnificent sweetness which is my body is indeed an honor. An honor, which you will not earn until you present me with a gift."
I was dumb founded as I knelt on my hands and knees. I had no idea what sort of gift Angel expected. All I knew was that whatever it was I would get it for my black goddess. But, even in my bewildered state I didn't delay my response for a nano second, "Yes, my Nigger Mistress."
Sensing my confusion Angel asked in her sweetest voice, "Do you want to know what that gift will be, ho?"
From my submissive position I answered instantly, "Yes ... yes please, my Nigger Mistress, please tell me."
Sneering again cruelly Angel replied, "You will present me with another frigging white assed ho just like yourself, cunt." Angel laughed out loud as the color drained from my face. The look of horror in my eyes must have told Angel what she wanted to know. As she sat there on my sofa I watched as Angel slammed her hand into Jasmine's pussy. Jasmine responded with a sweet groan of pure pleasure and ground her hips back at the finger fucking her black love hole.
"Now then, you fucking slut ho, you have wasted enough of my time," Angel scolded coldly, "and because of that you shell be punished. Remember, you fucking honkie ho, I can always makes things worse for you." Oddly enough my pussy began to ache relentlessly as Angel spoke her harsh words. With sheer ice in her voice Angel said, "Now you will get the rest of your purchases and you will crawl with your frigging white elbows on the floor. Understand you freaking piece of white fuck meat?"
Even before Angel had finished her question I had lowered myself so that my elbows were on the floor. My nipples actually brushed the carpeting as I answered Angel's query, "Yes, my Nigger Mistress, I understand completely." Crawling on my elbows had the effect of lifting my bare white ass into the air. For some odd reason I couldn't help but think of what an inviting target my ass must have made. Part of me wanted to revolt yet the pounding throb radiating from my pussy wouldn't allow for rebellion. I hated to admit it but I was nothing more than Angel's pleasure toy. A fuck toy to be used and abused as she saw fit.
Certainly crawling on my elbows impeded my progress. It took me several more trips and over a half hour to complete Angel's task. The whole time, for some strange reason, I couldn't get my mind off from my naked ass. Angel and Jasmine continued their dance of loving embrace as I labored tirelessly. All the time I was tiring, my knees were beginning to pay a heavy price. Frankly, I was being worn to a frazzle.
Finally I was finished and I felt a gratifying wave of accomplishment swept over my sweating body. As I returned with the last of my day's purchases I wasn't surprised at all to find Jasmine on her knees between Angel's wide-open legs. The skirt of Angel's mini dress was bunched up around her hips. Jasmine had her head buried in Angel's black love nest. The passion that Angel felt was obvious as she ground her Venus mound up into Jasmine's eager tongue. As I watched the two black ladies lost in the throes of ecstasy I had an overwhelming urge to crawl between Jasmine's legs and do to her what she was so magnificently doing to Angel. Angel toyed with one of her own nipples as Jasmine's tongue plied its' skillful trade. I felt my own juices begin to leak from my throbbing pussy and ooze down my inner thighs. I didn't know how much more sexual taunting I could take before I screamed and begged for relief.
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