Straight White Girls: A Welcoming - Sex Stories

Straight White Girls: A Welcoming

... a black family moving in, but she wasn’t going to show that side of herself as she greeted them into the close knit community. The immaculately dressed white woman knocked on the door and was surprised when a white woman in her thirties, opened the door, dressed in a maid's outfit with a skirt so short the top of her black thigh high stockings were in view. Tamara stammered, “Is the lady of the house here?” “Yes, ma'am,” the very pretty redheaded maid answered, “Please come in.” Tamara walked in curiously and watched the maid go into the living room and say, “Mistress Jones, you have a guest.” “Please bring her in,” Janet said. “Of course, Mistress,” the maid replied before returning to the stunned blonde and offering, “Please follow me ma'am.” Tamara couldn't believe that this black family had a white maid or that the beautiful white woman would dress so inappropriately and call a black women mistress. Tamara followed and was surprised again when she finally saw the new tenant of 243 Parkway Road. She was very pretty, dressed elegantly, with her feet being massaged by another white woman, this girl much younger, maybe twenty, dressed identically to the redheaded maid. Janet snapped her fingers and the young brunette stopped instantly, stood up and awaited further orders. Janet slipped her feet into four inch heels which had her towering over her maid and new guest. She walked over to the white woman, her next prey, and said, “Hi, I'm Janet Jones.” Tamara was still trying to ...

... get her head around the black woman having white servants (although Tamara had three black servants herself) as she stammered, out of her element, “H-h-hi, I am Tamara Adler and I’m part of the welcoming committee.” “How lovely,” Janet smiled, assessing the fake-titted blonde. “Here you go,” Tamara said, handing the black woman the expensive package. “Thank you,” Janet said, snapping her fingers as the young brunette quickly came and took the package. Tamara, still in awe of the pretentious black woman and the fact that she had white servants, was speechless. “Come sit down and have a coffee,” Janet said smiling. “No, no, that is okay,” Tamara insisted. “Oh, I insist,” Janet said, “it is the least I can do. Turning to the redhead she ordered, “Please bring us coffee and biscuits.” “Right away, Mistress,” the redhead nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. “Please sit,” Janet offered politely, but yet with a tone that implied it wasn't a suggestion. Although she wanted to leave, Tamara felt inclined to stay even though she couldn't explain why. “So, what do you do for a living?” Janet asked, sitting back down herself. “I don't work,” Tamara admitted, adding, “very few of us do in this community. That said, we have a very active female community.” “How so?” Janet asked, curious to find out more about this white community so she could bring it down and knowing that soon indeed there would be lots more female activity. Tamara answered, “PTA meetings, charity fundraisers, bridge ...