Whorish American Women-Part One - Sex Stories

Whorish American Women-Part One

... brought the cup of hot chocolate, put it in front of Julie and sat next to Brenda.

"Yeah it's not gonna happen, chao" Julie stood up and walked with her cup to her room.

When she was gone Aisha said

"This is what I'm talking about. You have no control. And you are too weak."

"Well what am I supposed to do? Bend her over and give her a spanking? "

"No, you have no guts to do it. If you had, you would have done it a long time ago."

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Aisha walked away losing even more respect for the white woman. She heard the shower running in Julie's room so walked in. She saw Julie’s phone on the bed, connected to the charger, with the screen unlocked! She sat on the bed and immediately opened the gallery and started scrolling. She couldn’t believe her good fortune when she found nude photos and videos.

Aisha added her number to the phone, then sent a collection of photos and videos to herself on WhatsApp. She made sure to include a couple of videos where Julie seemed to be holding cocks. Nervous but also very excited, Aisha placed the phone back where it was and left the room.

When Aisha got back to the maid-room, she texted Julie’s number back: “Let’s discuss when everyone is asleep”, then waited patiently.

An hour passed, during which Brenda and Audrey went to sleep. A little later, there was a very faint knock at the door. Aisha was still nervous, because of the many things that could go wrong, but she told herself again that Julie was just another little ...

... slut, and she would have made a scene already if she had felt confident doing so. And so, Aisha opened the door and laid her eyes on a pale Julie, holding her phone, standing still. Aisha looked her in the eyes, and savored the moment, prolonging the awkwardness until Julie spoke in a trembling voice:

“Is … was this y … did you?”

Aisha waited a little longer before speaking, then opened the door wider and told Julie to come in. Julie just stood there, as if she wanted to say something else, so Aisha again said:

“Julie sweetie it’s better for you to come inside”.

Julie walked into the maids room, and when Aisha closed the door behind her, she felt more emboldened and asked:

“Why the hell did you go through my phone? Why the fuck did you send photos?”

Aisha only smiled, adding to the rage Julie felt so she continued:

“Delete them now. Or I’ll tell my mom.”

Aisha laughed, even though she had a brief moment of doubt. Could the mother be that open-minded? Could she have misread the situation? But then Julie stood in her spot, and repeated with a softer, more pleading tone:

“Please, just delete them please.”

Aisha regained her full composure, now certain that she had the little slut right where she wanted her. She smiled a bit at her while Julie repeated:

“Please, Aisha, what’s wrong with you! Are you going to delete them??”

“I see the way you look at me”, Aisha responded

“What?”

“I see the contempt in your eyes and those of your bitch mom ...