- White women’s revenge made the black moan – 1
- White women’s revenge made the black moan – 2
Two: “Don’t you ever disobey me again!”
I sure didn’t plan to.
Three: “Niggers like you were born to be slaves for white cunt and cock.”
Before I met her those words would have been ludicrous and spurred a fire of anger inside me… now it just spurred a fire inside me.
Four: “Tell me how badly those fat nigger lips want to lick my pink peach.”
I didn’t hesitate, even as my ass already burned, as I admitted the truth, “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, Ms. Kelly.”
Five: “But I thought you were a proud black woman?”
I hated being reminded of who I was… somehow this hurt more than the physical slaps. I replied, my pride shattered, like my resistance, “You taught me who I really was behind my facade of black pride.”
Six: “And what is that?”
She was canny beyond her years. She knew exactly how to break someone. I answered, belittling myself and perhaps my entire race, “A big assed nigger slave born to serve white goddesses like you.”
Seven: “Because you’re just a dumb nigger jungle bunny, aren’t you?”
The term ‘jungle bunny’ wasn’t one I’d ever heard before, but I instantly recognized the obvious racially historical undertones of it. Yet, like every other slight against me, I agreed, “Yes, Ms. Kelly, I’m just a dumb, nigger, jungle bunny slave born to serve you.”
Eight: “Born to serve every white, you insipid bimbo bitch.”
“Of course, Mistress, silly slut me, my purpose in life is to serve every white cunt and cock,” I responded ludicrously and yet was beginning to believe it.
Nine: “Oh yes, nigger, I plan to make sure you get all the white cunt and cock you could ever imagine.”
Although I liked white cock and loved dominating white men, I suddenly imagined serving all my white female employees.
Ten: “Do you want to be a servant, a slave, a maid, for whites like all your ancestors?”
I hated the idea. The reality was I’d spent my entire life trying to rise to the top, to break free from the invisible chains that had held my family down for generations. Yet, she had clasped new invisible chains on both my body and my mind. I answered, willing to do anything for this dominant, beautiful, bitch, “Yes, Ms. Kelly, I’m ready to be your complete slave.”
Eleven: “You’ll eat cunt when and where I tell you to?”
“Yes, Ms. Kelly,” I agreed, the cucumber driving me crazy and keeping my insides on fire and distracting me from the sharp pain on the outside from her recurring smacks.
Twelve: “Get triple teamed by white cocks at your college?”
My eyes went wide. Somehow in my lust of obedience, I hadn’t considered this going outside my secret submissive world. But nevertheless: “Oh yes, share me with lots of white big dicked frat boys.”
Thirteen: “I was thinking actually maybe gifting you to the nerds at my school who do my homework for me. They do deserve a gift for all they do for me.”
I knew she was still in high school! Nevertheless: “I’m your slut,” I responded, at this moment willing to do anything to have her let me bury my face in her white snatch… consequences be damned.
Fourteen: “You’re one of the biggest nigger sluts I’ve ever taken.”
I wondered how many black women like me had ended up in this position. Rihanna and I were definitely not the only two.
Fifteen: “Oh yes, maybe I’ll get Mommy to hire you as my live-in maid when I go to college next year.”
That idea frightened me… yet somehow excited me. The conflicting polar opposites, like the slaps and the cucumber.
Sixteen: “Yes, you can go to school too, but the rest of the time you’ll be my live-in full time nigger sex maid.”
Oddly, my first thought was relief as I would still be able to go to school. Then I scolded myself at thinking I was going to allow myself to have my entire life controlled by a teenaged white girl.
Today I would be her slut… but after today I was done!
Seventeen: “Enjoying the spanking?”
Oddly, I was. “Yes, Ms. Kelly, it feels surprisingly good.”
Eighteen: “Enjoying being fucked by a cucumber?”
“God, yes,” I moaned, my orgasm building.
Nineteen: “Don’t you dare come yet. Niggers only get to come with permission, and only after their duties as slut are completed.”
I was getting close, yet nodded, “Yes, Ms. Kelly.”
Twenty: “Now tell me what you want, nigger.”
I responded, “To eat your white cunt with my big nigger lips until you come all over my black face.”
She pulled the cucumber out, and ordered, “Knees.”
I obeyed in record time… wetness leaking out of me… my ass burning.
She slipped out of her shoes and ordered, as she moved around and leaned back on my desk, “Suck on my toes.”
Disappointment struck me… I’d thought I was going to finally dive into her pussy and taste her endlessly!
Of course I obeyed, bending down almost to the floor and licking the left foot she offered me.
The nylons were salty, sweaty… a little disgusting and definitely humiliating.
As I sucked on her toes, she propped her other foot on my tit and made a phone call.
Humiliation compounded humiliation.
“Hey, I’m training a new one,” she said, as I sucked on her middle toe.
Who was she talking to?
How many others had she trained?
“This one’s a keeper. Nice big lips, both pairs, and a fat asshole begging to be spanked and fucked,” she continued.
Somehow those insulting words flattered me.
“Yeah, she’ll do anything for white cunt, won’t you, nigger?” she asked, looking down at me with her big toe in my mouth.
“Yes, Ms. Kelly,” I answered, like the submissive slut I was being transformed into.
“Say hi to my Mom,” she said. She put the phone on speaker and handed it to me.
My eyes went wide.
I stammered, “H-h-hi.”
The voice asked, “So you’re the new shift supervisor?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, my face burning with shame.
“And you want to eat my daughter’s cunt?” she asked, surprising me.
“Um, I, um,” I babbled.
“Answer her, nigger,” Kelly demanded, slapping my face with her toes.
“Yes, ma’am, I want to eat your daughter’s cunt,” I admitted, mortified… my humiliation hitting another new low.
Kelly grabbed her phone back and shoved half her foot in my open mouth, repeating, “She’s a keeper.”
“Sounds good; why don’t you bring her over here when you’re done with her? I have a few ladies over and we could use another nigger,” the mother said, making my eyes go big.
“Sure,” Kelly agreed. “It will be a good test. I think she may be the one I want for my live-in maid.”
“What about Eleanor?” the mother asked.
“Her tits are too small,” Kelly said.
“Well, definitely bring her over when you’re done,” the mother said. “There are already seven ladies here tonight, I’m expecting more, and we only have three niggers.”
“We’ll be there soon,” Kelly said, before adding, “Love you, Mommy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart,” the mother replied sweetly, hanging up.
Kelly pulled her foot away, stood up, raised her skirt, grabbed my head and pulled me into her perfect pink pussy all in a couple of seconds.
“Lick,” she ordered.
And I did.
Fireworks exploded on my tongue as the long waiting game of tease came to an end and I was finally allowed to taste her sweet nectar directly from the source.