- White women’s revenge made the black moan – 1
- White women’s revenge made the black moan – 2
Of course I noticed the parallels between his obedience to me and mine to Kelly.
Week 8:
I was just leaving school and getting into my car to go to work the following Friday when I got a text from a blocked number.
No bra today!
It was obvious who it was from. I shook my head. Although my tits were not as huge as Rihanna’s, which were literally the biggest I had ever seen on a woman not in a porn movie, mine were an impressive 34D, which is large for my 5’7″ 135 pound frame and definitely didn’t defy the odds of gravity without a solid sports bra. I only owned one non-sports bra for those rare date night scenarios.
I decided that I had to make it clear once and for all (hadn’t I told myself this before?), this time I had to end it… although the video she’d made worried the hell out of me.
I got to work and Kelly wasn’t there, which made me breathe a sigh of relief, as I was still wearing my bra… greatly worried not only that my tits would bounce around in my uniform, but my easily stiffened big nipples would have definitely peeked through.
I checked the schedule and saw that Kelly wasn’t working today. After the rush, I was in my office when Kelly unexpectedly walked into the office and closed the door.
I looked up and saw she was in a red dress. “Please leave the door open,” I requested, trying to be professional.
She ignored my request as she sighed, theatrically disappointed, “You couldn’t obey one simple order, could you nigger?”
“Kelly, this has to stop,” I said firmly, standing up.
“Sit down, nigger,” she demanded, raising her voice as she stalked rapidly towards me.
I obeyed, sitting back down and looking up at her nervously. I pleaded, “Please Kelly, this can’t continue.”
“First, it’s Ms. Kelly to you,” she corrected.
Deciding not to fight that, I addressed her as she wished, “Ms. Kelly please, this behavior is getting out of hand.”
She chuckled, “Last time I saw your hand it was between your legs as you screamed your lust for me.”
“That was a temporary moment of weakness,” I defended, even though I was having many temporary moments of weakness lately… another one seeming to be just beginning.
“How is this?” she asked, as she lifted up her dress, moved a finger inside her cunt, finger fucked her cunt for a few strokes, and then pulled it out and smeared her cunt juice all over my lips.
Sure enough, I could smell her intoxicating scent… again transforming me to weak submissive.
I wanted to lick my big lips and taste her pussy perfection.
I was entranced by her beauty and my confusing need to submit to her… which frustrated me beyond belief. Yet, like always, I was completely at her whim.
“It is now or never, nigger. Either you obey me without hesitation, or I walk away now and I find a different nigger slave. I mean there are tons of them around,” she said, as she spun around, lifted up her dress again, this time to showcase her pantyhose clad ass, and ordered, “Now kiss my ass.”
We had officially come full circle.
I had told her weeks ago I would never kiss her ass.
Yet, there I was staring at her white ass… wanting to worship it… having drooled over it and become obsessed with it. As I stared, I licked my lips, tasting her pussy cream, which only made me want more of it.
My last grain of strength had me resisting as she warned, “Five seconds, nigger. Or you’ll never get a chance to snack on this white peach.”
I believed her.
And before I had time to consider the consequences…I leaned forward and kissed her ass.
“Good nigger,” she purred softly, “now kiss every inch of my ass… and don’t miss a spot.”
I squeezed her ass as I moved my lips and tongue all around her beautiful perfectly round butt. I don’t know how long I was down there, kissing her ass.
Licking her ass.
Caressing her ass.
Worshiping her ass.
I wanted to show her my utter devotion to her… that I had been wrong… so I finally said, “God, I love your ass, Ms. Kelly.”
“The ass you would never kiss?” she questioned, clearly amused at my fall from grace.
“You were right and I was wrong,” I admitted.
“Because you’re just a dumb-ass nigger who needs an owner, don’t you?”
“Yes, Ms. Kelly,” I agreed, hating the truth, but loving the reality… the contrasting feelings somehow enhanced the rush.
She pulled down her pantyhose and panties, and pulled apart her ass cheeks, “Now worship my asshole, nigger.”
I knew this was a test… adding another demeaning task immediately after a first demeaning task. Yet, I was too far gone. I leaned forward, extended my tongue and licked her small puckered asshole.
“Good nigger,” she approved. “Get that tongue right in there.”
And I did, the best I could. Surprised that there was no scent, just a tangy sweat.
I swirled my tongue around her rosebud.
I licked it.
I tried to fuck it with my tongue.
Suddenly she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deep between her cheeks. “Fucking LICK it, bitch.”
I already was, but I licked faster… willing to do whatever she told me.
After a minute, she turned around and ordered, “Knees, nigger.”
I obeyed, hoping she was going to let me lick her sweet peach.
“Are you ready to serve me, nigger slave?” She asked.
“Yes, Ms. Kelly,” I replied, again without hesitation.
“Will you obey without hesitation?” she asked, lifting up her dress to let me see her sweet peach, her panties and pantyhose at her ankles.
“Yes, Ms. Kelly,” I nodded.
She grabbed my head and pulled me into her glistening wetness. I immediately began licking, wanting to finally taste her full nectar directly from the source.
Two licks… that’s all I got… two licks… before she pushed me away and slapped me across my face. “Did I give you permission to lick me, you dumb nigger slut?”
“N-n-no, Ms. Kelly,” I stammered, shocked to be slapped, devastated to be treated so disrespectfully and yet still wanting more of that peach nectar.
“You will be punished,” she said, pulling her panties and pantyhose up.
“It won’t happen again, Ms. Kelly,” I apologized, just as there was a knock at my door.
“You may stand up,” she said.
I quickly did.
“I have to go to a dance now,” she said; she then walked out, allowing James to walk in.
I regained my composure, slyly licked my lips to get any traces of pussy juice and dealt with James and his situation with an unhappy customer.
All night I was on pins and needles, waiting for Kelly to return.
She didn’t.
That night, I got myself off imagining her returning and allowing me to serve her.
Saturday she arrived fifteen minutes late for work, testing me to reprimand her. Of course I didn’t.
She did look at my tits and smile… noticing that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
She smirked and then went to her station.
And all shift she ignored me.
This frustrated me completely.
Yet it also relaxed me.
As we closed, she whispered, “I expect you naked and bent over your desk fifteen minutes after closing, nigger.”
Before I could respond, she walked away, like she always did.
Those words made my cunt gush.
Those words made a chill go up my spine.
Those words awakened my inner submissiveness. One I didn’t know existed before I met this beautiful bitch.
And although I knew this was a major risk… giving myself to her completely… at work… I had no choice. My body was in control and had poisoned my mind.
Once we were closed, I went to my office and did as she instructed… realizing how cold my office was… my hard nipples like frozen diamonds on my desk.
I waited a good twenty-five minutes, being in position five minutes early. I was just beginning to think she was playing me again when my office door opened.
“Fuck, you have a huge ass,” she said, closing the door.
My big booty was my biggest (pun intended) asset (pun again intended) and one I was proud of… it was what made it easy to get white men… yet I knew coming from her with her tight little ass it wasn’t a compliment.
“Ready for your punishment?” she asked.
“Yes, Ms. Kelly,” I answered, even though I had no idea what she had in store for me.
I learned quickly as a moment later I felt a burn on my ass as she slapped my right cheek hard. I yelped, shocked by the sudden pain.
“That is for wearing your bra yesterday,” she said, just as I felt something cold go inside my cunt.
And for the next few minutes she fucked me with what I would later learn was a cucumber… while she simultaneously slapped my ass.
Twenty times.
The contrasting pleasure and pain seemed to be a perfect metaphor for my polar opposite feelings ever since she’d first called me nigger.
I was burning with lust.
I was burning with shame.
I was burning with pleasure.
Each spank stirred pleasure and pain.
She also talked dirty and called me a variety of nasty, humiliating, cunt leaking names.
She didn’t count the spanks, but I did.