Straight White Girls: A Welcoming - Sex Stories

Straight White Girls: A Welcoming

... She didn't want to say it, she understood exactly what Janet was doing, yet the words easily rolled off her tongue, the reality of the moment controlling her body before and now her mind. “Yes, I'll be your slave.” “And that makes me?” Janet continued, knowing the end was near, the completely utter submission only seconds away, Already acknowledging she was a slave, the word 'Mistress' was rather easy to say. “You’re my Mistress,” the white submissive declared. “Your black Mistress,” Janet questioned, one more time, her own pussy getting very wet with the anticipation of having another white bitch between her legs. There was something so enthralling, so exhilarating, so cathartic about the climactic moment of submission. Frustrated with the delay, the anticipation driving her nuts, the brief taste seeming like an eternity ago, she answered, letting it all go, desperate to please the black woman and finally be allowed to taste her pussy (the ridiculous reality of being allowed ludicrous), “Yes, you’re my black Mistress and I your white slave.” “Crawl,” Janet ordered, watching with a broad smile, knowing a few of the installed cameras had filmed the entire submission of the white bitch. The video was filmed mostly for her enjoyment, but also to show to her husband, her daughter, her friends and, in rare cases, as blackmail if the white submissive ever tried to be a problem (that was rare but had occurred a couple of times). Tamara felt a rush of excitement cascade through ...

... her at the words that finally gave her permission to be subservient, as she suddenly craved to be. Her body moved towards the black woman and soon she was directly in front of her. “Suck on my toes,” Janet ordered, as she crossed her legs to have her left foot dangling. This was not the task Tamara was anticipating, yet she obeyed the humiliating task as she took the foot in her hand and took the small pinkie in her mouth. Although the task was menial and monotonous, it somehow turned her on. She moved to each toe until the first foot was done. Tamara switched legs and watched as the white pet wordlessly continued the foot attention. Once she was done with the last toe, she awaited further instruction, like a child who has just finished a chore. “What do you want now?” Janet asked. “To eat your beautiful black box,” Tamara bluntly answered, liking the alliteration. “I have a box now?” Janet questioned. “Sorry, Mistress, I meant pussy,” Tamara quickly apologized. Janet laughed, “No, box is good and since you too have been good, you can have a lengthy lapping at my black box.” Hearing the words she was dying to hear, her mouth dry, she didn't hesitate as she buried her face between the black woman's legs. The taste was better than Egg Nog and rum her favourite Christmas drink. It was even more exotic and intoxicating than the lingering scent and the brief taste she had sampled on the candy cane. Her appetite whetted, the white mother of two began lapping hungrily, unable to get ...