White women’s revenge made the black moan – 1

“No point in that. And wait until you see what I instructed her to wear today,” Kelly revealed, a wicked smile on her face.

“I don’t care,” I said, handing her the bag.

She took it and said, “I have her wearing a beige miniskirt that barely covers that big nigger booty, white pantyhose and five inch heels.”

I couldn’t fathom that, as white pantyhose were definitely not something black women, perhaps other than nurses, wore… both because of its historical symbolic significance and the color wasn’t one that we could pull off that well.

“Do you want some more of my cunt juice?” she asked.

“What?” I asked back, even though I’d heard her.

“Well, it’s obvious you cleaned up all my cum from earlier,” she said, as she took the vibe out, lifted up her skirt to reveal she was wearing thigh highs… which made my pussy gush… and after tugging her panties down a bit she slid the vibe inside her and pumped it quickly a few times.

I stared at her trimmed snatch, mine incredibly hairy, never one to believe I should do such a thing to please a man, and at the toy pumping in and out, like a mechanical cock… completely captivated.

So I truthfully didn’t have time to react when she pulled it out, stepped over to me and shoved it in my mouth. “There ya go, nigger, doesn’t that taste so good?”

I, like every other time, should have pushed her away… yet I remained stoic as I enjoyed the taste of her fresh pussy, and my own pussy flooded my panties.

Then she plucked it out and smiled, “Good nigger,” as she placed it back in the bag and strutted out.

I felt myself flush with shame.

I felt my pussy burn with desire.

Why did this bitchy girl have such an effect on me???!!

Although I desperately wanted to fuck myself to orgasm, I resisted the temptation as I was at work and there was no lock on my door.

Rihanna came to work in exactly the outfit Kelly had described.

I considered asking why, as she usually came in jeans for Sunday inventory, especially since a good part of the work was in the freezer, but decided I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

Sure, I wanted to ask why she obeyed the white bitch.

Sure, I wanted to know why she allowed herself to be treated so poorly.

Sure, I wanted to know how it all started.

Yet for each of those questions I didn’t have answers of my own… so it seemed unfair to ask her.

As I was leaving, Kelly, who worked until closing on Sundays, asked, “Not sticking around for training?”

“No,” I said succinctly, knowing I was going home to watch some porn, maybe read some Literotica and get myself off… unfortunately likely thinking about her.

“Well here’s something for your masturbation session tonight,” she said, putting something silky and wet in my hand.