Straight White Girls: A Welcoming - Sex Stories

Straight White Girls: A Welcoming

... surprisingly felt compelled to obey and stopped. Janet moved in front of the nervous blonde again and asked, “Are you hungry?” Tamara said, sensing something was amiss, “I should get going.” Janet, staring her down with her hypnotic chocolate eyes, repeated, “I asked you a simple question, are you hungry?” “A little, it's close to lunch,” Tamara answered, feeling obliged to answer this strong willed pretentious woman. “Well then you should stay for lunch,” Janet concluded logically. “I really have to go,” Tamara said, feeling completely uncomfortable around this tall, beautiful woman. 'Did I just think of her as beautiful?' She thought to herself. “Yes, you do need to go somewhere,” Janet nodded, before adding, her tone firm, “On your knees.” “Excuse me,” Tamara gasped, stunned by the words of the black woman. Janet loved seeing the look of a white woman when the true expectation she was giving was first spoken. The look of shock was always utterly hilarious. “On...your...knees,” Janet said, speaking slower, her sarcastic tone obvious. “I have never,” Tamara said insulted, yet not moving away like she theoretically should. “Never what? Eaten black pussy?” Janet smugly said. “Stop this instant,” Tamara said, as Janet put her hands on the white woman's shoulders. “You already know how this is going to end,” Janet smiled confidently, before adding, “you can not deny your DNA.” “You are just talking nonsense,” Tamara said, although she couldn't seem to move away from this ...

... black woman and her confident seductive pull. “Am I?” Janet asked. “I bet if I put my hand under your designer dress your pretty little white box is soaked and begging for attention.” “That is just downright ludicrous,” a defiant Tamara firmly replied, even as she realized the black woman was completely right, her panties were drenched. “Is it?” Janet laughed. “Barbie please check if Mrs. Adler's cunt is wet.” “You will do no such thing,” Tamara threatened, as the redheaded maid walked towards her. “Don't you dare move, my pet. If I am wrong I will apologize and we will never talk about this again. Actually, if your cunt isn't wet I will sell this house and let this neighbourhood return to its 1950s idyllic backwards white utopia,” Janet said, her tone firm, and so confident in her words she was willing to risk everything. Tamara wanted to protest, frustrated that her body had betrayed her so badly. She could have stopped this whole silly black infestation if she were dry down below, but she wasn't, not at all. She watched helplessly, mortified by her weakness, as the redhead dropped to her knees, moved her head under Tamara's dress and touched her wetness. Tamara let out a soft moan at the surprise touch. Still under the dress, the redhead announced, “Her panties are soaking wet, Mistress.” “Thank you, Barbie,” Janet said, as she went to a tree and grabbed a candy cane. Unwrapping it, she put it in her mouth, before saying, “You may return to your other duties.” “Of course, ...