Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders - Part 6
The sound of the idle car echoed inside her head as Miss Simons stared out
at the low-lit house in front of her. Standing on its front porch was the
woman who had called her here. The woman that had brought the tired
confused and defeated former high school cheerleading coach to the driveway of her
hated rival. With a smile and a wave, the woman beckoned poor Miss Simons
towards her. A sigh escaped her lips as Jessica turned off the ignition and
took hold of the pompoms resting beside her.
Instantly as she stepped outside, the cool night air blew into her
unbuttoned coat, passed her uselessly short skirt, and briskly over the damp pair
of panties clinging between her legs. Simons was getting wet much too often
these days. Quickly Jessica hugged the coat tighter to her body, and moved
towards her fate.
"Well well well. Would ya look at you!", spoke one Mary Struat. Head
Cheerleading coach of Saintsville High, and winner of last years county
cheerleading championships. Mary had a smile from ear to ear as she gloated before
the timid woman.
"Your wearing it aren't you? Show me, else you can just wait out here
until the neighbors see you!"
With trembling fingers, Jessica parts the front of her coat to reveal her
now infamous two-piece cheerleading outfit. A shriek of joy erupts from her
rival, unable to believe it is all really true. Despite seeing the
performance during the game, it was still a shock.
"Well don't just stand there, get in!"
With out a word Miss Simons marched into the house, at least great full to
get some privacy. Mary closed the door and quickly approached the nerved
woman, grabbing the heavy coat and pulling it right off before the former
coach could react fast enough, causing the pompoms to fall to the floor. "
Turn around!" Mary barked, causing Simons to blink several times blankly
before turning slowly around. The latest female tormenter to enter her life
watched eagerly.
"Tisk tisk tisk", taunted Mary, causing Miss Simons' face to flush even
redder. When Miss Struat reached down to lift Simons' skirt, the former
coach quickly darted backwards.
"Oh so now you try to be modest. You sure weren't being that out at the
football game today."
"Please, what do you want from me?" Spoke Miss Simons for the first time,
eager to get whatever Mary wanted over with as soon as possible.
But Miss Struat didn't respond. Instead she gave a wicked smile and moved
past the over-aged cheerleader to a couch not too far away. Taking a seat,
she stared for a moment at her trembling victim.
"I want you to cheer for me!"
"What? Are you crazy? I'm out of here!" Simons turned and went for the
door...
"You walk out of here, and everybody will know what you've been up to.
EVERYBODY!"
Simons paused. How could she have allowed herself to get into such a
difficult position? Simons turned back around and stared daggers.
"You don't know anything. You've got no idea how or why I was out there
today doing...that stuff..."
"Jessica your right! I simply can't fathom why you would be dressed in an
ultra tiny uniform, doing jumps and cheers for the crowd with `NO'
panties! Let alone afterward wondering over to the far fences to let the boys
touch your..."
"Stop it! Enough! Please, what to you want from me?"
"Tell me everything. I want to know what the fuck has happened to my
biggest rival?"
Simons held her breath. She couldn't tell Mary everything. It was just too
shameful. To humiliating. That a simple black girl had taken over her life
and her squad. She could never tell, no matter what Mary threatened to do.
Nothing was worse than telling her everything. With that, Simons slowly
shook her head no.
A persistent glare formed onto Mary's face. Simons knew it meant Mary
would not give up so easily.
"Jessica, today I came to your school's football game to see not you, or
the football players, but your squad. To see what the city and county have
been raving about all year long. What I saw was quite shocking to say the
least. All those white girls and no panties. The scandal! DONT think I don't
see what's going on here."
Simons felt her soul being ripped out of her. If Mary did know what was
going on, her life would surely be over. Never mind she had lost her dignity
and the control of her cheerleading squad. If Mary knew the truth, things
would really get worse.
"I know the truth. It doesn't take a genius to see what you have been up
to. There was once a time when hard work and dedication meant something to
you. When putting up spectacular stunts and coordinated movements made your
past squads the talk of the town. But that's not good enough anymore now
is it?"
Simons shook her head in confusion, not sure where Mary was going with
this.
"Your girls haven't got what it takes any more to beat mine. So instead
you've sold them out and put them on display. In your eagerness to get the
fans in the stands you've forced your girls to prance around with out
panties, flashing their cunts to all. No wonder your squads become so popular. You
've turned Dalefield High's cheerleading squad into a strip show!"
Miss Simons jaw dropped again. Miss Struat didn't know a thing. She
actually thought Simons had done this all on purpose. That it was all her idea to
send out the white girls in such a state, simply to make her squad more
popular. As oddly as it was, Miss Simons hid a sigh of relief.
"And to think you could be a racist to! What, you don't think the boys
want to see black girls on display as well? To see their little skirts fly
into the air as they twirl?"
"No...I...uh..." Jessica was at an obvious loss for words.
"But after all that. After all the boldness of flashing off half your
squad, it still wasn't enough was it? You still wanted to take it farther. You'
re so full of yourself that you actually believed that putting your fat
ass into a uniform would seal the deal. That flashing your pussy and shaking
those tits would make you queen on the county. Well congratulations Miss
Simons of Dalefield High, you did it. Your squads the most popular. And now
its time for a little payback."
Jessica swallowed hard. What was Mary going to do?
"Lift up that skirt!"
Jessica began to shake her head slowly no...
"I SAID DO IT....or I'll be placing a call to the city. By tomorrow
morning, the great Miss Simons will be out of the job!"
Simons didn't know what else to do. Do nothing, and she'd loose what
little satisfaction she had left in her life. Do what Mary told her to do, and
she would be admitting what Mary had said was true. Either way she was
fucked. So Jessica chose the lesser of the two.
With trembling hands and pompoms on the floor beside her, Simons reached
down, grabbed the sides of her tiny skirt, and lifted.
"I'm afraid you're not in proper uniform Jess!" Simons looked at her
rival in confusion. "I don't seem to remember panties being apart of the
squads regulation equipment. OFF!"
With a new numb feeling covering her body, Simons reached under her
cheerleading skirt and began to tug down the matching red panty bottoms. Simons
simply couldn't believe the predicament she was in. Last year Jessica wanted
to rip this woman's eyes out when she lost the trophy to her, the first
time it had happened in five years. Yet now she was in her house, wearing a
skimpy, humiliating cheerleading uniform and rolling her panties down her
thighs. A perverse chill ran down her spine at the thought, while the cool
room air again tickled her moist lips. Why was she always wet?
"That's more like it. Now you're a Dalefield cheerleader. Bring them over
to me."
Begrudgingly Jessica walked to her rival sitting on the couch and handed
her moist panties. Mary instantly took notice of their state. A pink hue
covered Jessica's upper body at the knowing little smirk on Mary's face.
Setting the damp cloth onto the coffee table, Mary turned her attention
back to her rival. "Now like before, lift up that skirt!"
Simons, now standing only a foot away from Mary, did as she was told.
Trembling fingers and all, she slowly lifted up her skirt giving Mary a clear
view between her legs. Miss Straut took a brief moment to view her victim's
sex just long enough to confirm her rival's heightened sexual arousal, then
looked back up to her face.
"Tell me Jess, does this turn you on? Holding your skirt up for me, as I
chastise you about your coaching habits?"
...."Yes!" ....
That's of course what Miss Simons would have said if she weren't trying
to hold on to every last bit of dignity she had left. Her moist pussy spoke
the truth, despite the head-shaking no upon her neck. A year ago this
situation would have made her literally drop dead. Now...things are different.
"I think your lying. I think this is turning you on. Does being under my
thumb make those legs weak Miss Simons?" Again a weak, desperately negative
nod.
Mary leaned forward and unceremoniously blew lightly at Miss Simon's pubic
area. A heavy gasp escaping Jessica's lips as the fast wind tickled and
cooled the wet skin of her labias.
"As I said, I see right through your little lies. I had no idea this kind
of stuff turns you on. If I had, I would have invited you to my home a long
time ago."
Simons said nothing, continuing to hold her skirt submissively up for her
tormentor. There was a battle going on in her head. Confusion if you will.
She new she should be screaming with anger. Cursing and spiting venom at
the snug bitch holding all the cards. This is not why she had spent years
striving for championship squads. She wanted to best her rival in everything.
Not stand pathetically with her skirt up around her waist, moaning from an
outrageous breath on her sex.
Then why was she so dame wet? This wasn't Trish telling her what to do.
This wasn't Sasha forcing her to lick her tiny black pussy in the showers.
This was Mary Struat, her sworn hated rival. Why was she so craving this
moment? She wasn't even black. Its so...so...unnatural! Was she becoming a push
over to everyone?
Mary leaned back against the couch satisfied she had increased Miss Simons
bizarre state of arousal. "Ok Jess, time to show me all of what you've
leered being a cute little cheerleader! Go get your pompoms girl!"
In almost a zombie like state, the former cheerleading coach lowered her
head and marched over to collect her tools of the trade. She could feel her
tormentor's eyes on her bottom as she bends over to get them. Not because
Mary enjoyed the sight of her ass, but because she knew it would humiliate
Miss Simons that much more. Ever since she began cheering for Trish, her
body had become firmer and athletic, which was one of the few things Simons
appreciated from this whole ordeal. Even so, she was not proud of the way
she was displaying it right now.
With pompoms in hand Miss Simons stood before Mary dreading the spectacle
she was going to make of herself in mere moments. For Mary's part, she was
thoroughly enjoying this moment. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever
thought she could trap Simons into such a position. To think Jessica Simons,
at her mercy! Mary quite understood why there was a buzz in her own cunt.
Yet she still couldn't believe it. That her rival would stoop so low in
trying to gain an edge. To not only shamefully expose her white cheerleaders
to the leering crowds, but to expose herself as well. How stupid she must
be to think she wouldn't get caught. It's a shame that Simons was such a
racist. Mary wouldn't have minded seeing a little black pussy today. She had
always had a small thing for dark skinned women, especially ones with
attitudes. But never mind that now. It was time to make the bitch pay for her
desperate stupidity.
And for the next hour, poor poor Miss Simons humiliated herself over and
over with high kicks, jumps, splits, twirls and the like. A red glow of
shame constantly covered her whole body as she was made to do the school
cheers. Despite herself, the whole time she hardly ever took her eyes of Mary's
face. With every flash of her pussy, and every shake of her breasts, she
wallowed in the humorous smirk on her rivals face, craving each degrading
moment more than the last. By the time Mary had seen enough, Jessica's inner
thighs were completely covered in her juices and her hard nipples ached for
attention.
As Mary rose to go get a small towel, Miss Simons worked her breasts back
into the tiny top one last time, taking the opportunity to give each
sensitive nipple a good pinch before Miss Struat returned. When she did return,
Mary insisted on drying Simons herself. If it were possible, Jessica's face
became even redder as Miss Struat slide the towel along her inner thighs,
taking slow and deliberate liberties around the crest of her legs. Simons
closed her eyes at that moment, not wanting Mary to see the whimpering look of
submission in them. Yet Simons was truly mortified to find her hips slowly
grinding back against the soft damp towel. Jessica knew that if Mary had
chosen to leave her hand their, she would have been coming in no time.
Thankfully she did pull her hand away, rising back up to display the
soaked fabric in front of her face. Jessica could smell the musk coming from it.
Would her embarrassment ever end?
"It seems the towel is simply too wet to dry the rest of you. It looks
like you'll be going home all sweaty and icky! Too bad there's no sexy black
and white cheerleaders for you to shower with when you get back home
<giggles>!"
Miss Simons' eyes went wide. Miss Struat couldn't possibly know what went
on in the showers could she?
With a pat on the butt, Mary led Jessica out the door with a regretful
promise to visit again tomorrow night. Even without the threat of blackmail
over her head, Simons probably would have showed up just the same.
The cool night air made her sweaty body shiver as she walked to her car,
and by the time she had gotten into it, her pussy was already wet again. The
last look Simons had of Mary was of her smug smile as she waved Simons off
into the night. Jessica masturbated twice on the ride home and once more
in the shower before she finally passed out on her mattress to dreams of
black and white cheerleaders and vengeful domineering arch rivals.
<SLAP!> "Ohhhh...twelve Miss Brandy..."
<SLAP!> "Ahhhh...thirteen Miss Brandy..."
<SLAP!> "uhhhh...fourteen Miss Brandy..."
<SLAP!> "Owwweee...fifteen Miss Brandy..."
Miss Simons stood patiently outside Mrs. Clark's classroom after school
waiting for her fellow teacher's session with her student to be over with.
These pussy spankings have been taking longer and longer as of late, seeing
as Mrs. Clark's pain tolerance has gradually increased. Even so that hadn't
stopped Marsha from complaining to Jessica about it all. Confiding in her
colleague that the pain and indignity were simply too much, and how she was
dedicated to putting an end to it.
That was over a month ago, and despite all her convictions Mrs. Clark was
still standing naked in her own classroom open mouthed, eyes closed, legs
spread, and hips up and out waiting for her worst student's black hand.
<SLAP!> "Owe Owe owe...eighteen Miss Brandy..."
Miss Simons knew just how she felt. She had long since given up her
attempts to assert herself before a black girl. There once was a time yes, that
she would have put a bitchy black female in her place. But that was before
she had met Trish who showed her the path to understanding, the path of
natural dominance, and Mrs. Clark had learned about it as well.
<SLAP!> "Ohhhhh...twenty four Miss Brandy..."
<SLAP!> "Ahhhhh ohhh...twenty five Miss Brandy..."
Jessica could hear the heavy strained breathing of her fellow teacher as
the assault on her sex finally ended. A few moments later the obligatory
palm licking began as Brandy made sure her pet teacher cleaned all the juices
she left on it.
"Thank you Miss Brandy for putting me in my place!" A chill went down
Miss Simons' spine as she heard that. She knew very well Brandy didn't ask
Marsha to say that. It was all on her own.
"Your very welcome Mrs. Clark. See you tomorrow slut!"
Brandy gave a girlish smile to Miss Simons as the young black girl walked
out of the classroom and down the hall. Jessica turned and walked into the
classroom, seeing with great dismay Mrs. Clark still standing naked in
position against the table, her eyes closed in an exhausted breathing state.
Jessica wasn't sure if her fellow teacher had orgasmed or not, but the sight
before her suggested she had. Simons still remembered the ultra high
respect she once held for this stern and imposing woman.
Miss Simons cleared her throat, alerting the panting woman across from her
to her presence. Marsha's eyes flew open in alert, but softened slightly
when she saw who it was. Outside of Brandy and Trish, Jessica was still the
only other person that knew of the shameful arrangement student and teacher
had after school.
After a few more seconds, Marsha closed her spread legs and stood off the
desk, her nipples still hard. With a pink hue of embarrassment on her cheek
s, Mrs. Clark began to quickly dress in silence. Jessica watching with
patience.
Miss Simons was surprised however to see the skimpiest under wear Marsha
was putting on. Black thong panties and a black breast-enhancing bra. This
undoubtedly was Brandy's doing. But the low cut blouse and terribly indecent
short skirt that followed was nothing new to her eyes. For several weeks
Brandy saw to it that she made her prim and proper teacher as uncomfortable
as possible while teaching the class.
The boys of the class were in pure heaven watching the long legs strut
around on high heels, and had no problem looking towards the front of the
class at all moments when she was facing them. Those breasts threatened to
spill out at any moment, and they wanted to be watching when they did.
Brandy for her sake got a kick out of watching her teacher get all the
unwanted attention, knowing how much she hated it. But the royal treatment was
making her teacher put up with all her crap in class. Unlike before when
they would occasionally buck heads, with Marsha usually winning. Now Mrs.
Clark had no choice but to passively take all the little indignities her evil
black student threw at her.
"Mrs. Clark, can you move your big butt out of the way, you're blocking
the black board and I can't see!" This was just one of the many rude
comments Marsha would bow down to, scurrying off to the side and apologizing
profusely to the giggles of the class.
The finally bit of self justice were the straight A's she and her black
friends received, no matter how pathetic their efforts were in class. Of
course, the white kids had no idea why their marks had slowly started going
down. If they only knew that Brandy had Mrs. Clark by the clit...literally.
"Is there something I can help you with Jessica?" Mrs. Clark finally
spoke as she finished buttoning her blouse.
"Yes well, we were supposed to meet later tonight to discuss the lesson
plan for next month, but I'll be little...busy..." Flashes of pompoms filled
her brain momentarily.
"Oh that's a shame. I was looking forward to getting together. But if you'
ve got plans, then you've got plans."
"I was hoping we could instead do it...now?" Simons knew this was
questionable. Its not easy sitting down and `thinking' with your brain after you'
ve just had your cunt spanked twenty five times. But now really was the
only time she had free. Jessica saw the look on Marsha's face and felt she had
to say something.
"I know it must hurt. If you really can't do it now I understand. Its
just that..."
"I'll be fine Jess. Just give me a few minutes until it...cools down."
Marsha was obviously uncomfortable with the discussion that her pussy was the
cause of the delay.
"Have you...tried to talk to her? Like we've discussed?"
Simons could see Mrs. Clark's eyes widening in fear. She could tell the
teacher had tried and didn't care for the results. Instead she simply gave a
stoned nod of the head.
"And? What went wrong?"
"She didn't agree. She said I didn't deserve to be treated like a real
teacher. That I was a...'Stupid Prissy Cunt Bitch' and that I need to be put
in my place!"
"SO? You didn't disagree with her?"
"Oh Jess, I tried. But when I went to move my lips, nothing came out.
She just stared at me and I felt like the stupidest thing on the planet.
What is it about her that I cannot stand up to?"
Miss Simons held her colleague's hand in comfort, yet wasn't sure if she
should tell Marsha all about Natural Dominance and its hold on them.
"When I said nothing, she asked me if I needed to be extra punished for
being such a dumb bimbo teacher. She said brain dead white women like me need
to learn their lesson and if I wanted her to give it to me!"
"Please tell me you said NO?"
"Remember what happened last week in class? What I did...to myself under
my desk? I know you saw it. I saw the look on your face afterwards..."
Miss Simons thought back to last week, to the moment Mrs. Clark was
talking about. That day had been a bit disturbing to say the least. Mrs. Clark
had just assigned the class to read several chapters in their text books.
This was nothing new, as Clark often made the class read in silence as she
checked their assignments at her desk.
Except this time, things seemed a little odd. Ok a lot odd! While Miss
Simons sat off to the side of the room, making sure the students properly
read, Mrs. Clark's shaking body caught her attention. When Simons turned to
look her way, she saw a very distressed teacher pleadingly looking in Brandy's
direction. While Marsha was shaking her head hopefully no, Brandy was
shaking hers demandingly yes.
After brief few moments of this, Mrs. Clark's head dropped in defeat and
raised a trembling hand to her top drawer. Reaching inside, she took hold of
an object and raised it out of its storage. It was a small paper clamp.
Jessica watched in confusion and mild curiosity as Mrs. Clark held it up
in the air for a moment, her mind obviously trying to resist what ever it
was she was about to do. Then, as apparently all good white women do
nowadays, Marsha surrendered her will and lowered the clamp below the table,
between her legs, under her skirt and...
Miss Simons jaw dropped when she saw the immense look of pain on her
fellow teacher's face. "No! She did not just! She couldn't have!" Simons
chanted in her mind.
With watery eyes, Mrs. Clark removed her hand from under her skirt with
out the clamp, only to reach back inside the open drawer and pull out
another. Just like before, she slowly lowered it below the desk, between her
knees, and under her skirt...!
Tears were beginning to run down Mrs. Clark's cheeks as new pain clashed
across her face. Miss Simons had no idea where those clamps were being
attached, but had a vague and sympathetic idea. With amazement, Simons watched
the once no-nonsense teacher reach yet again into the drawer and pull out
another clamp. With tears still running down her cheeks, Mrs. Clark was now
looking timidly at Brandy before mouthing the word "PLEASE"! Brandy simply
stared back unmercifully.
Down went the hand, beneath the desk, between her thighs, and up her
skirt...
Several students suddenly looked up in surprise and concern when their
teacher gave quite an unexpected yelp from her desk, before seeing her drop
her head on the table and her fingers scratching at the top of the desk.
Immediately Miss Simons had reacted to the situation and told the students to
get back to reading, all the while consoling Mrs. Clark and encouraging her
to compose herself. But never once did Simons question where those clamps
were put, until now!
Marsha took a moment, staring at Miss Simons questioning face, before
sighing again, "What you saw that day was my punishment for trying to get her
to treat me better. For being a stupid dumb bimbo white teacher who can't
think straight and `respect' her black student's rights to torment me.
"Marsha," Mrs. Clark began, "Where did you put those clamps?"
Mrs. Clark's eyes began to water as she looked at Jessica, "On my pussy!"
She began to sob slightly as she held Simon's hand tighter. "<SNIFF> Two
on my...labia lips...and the last one on my...clit...!
Miss Simons closed her eyes and shook her head. Oh had the mighty have
fallen. Gone was the dignified, bitch who once ruled this class. Replaced was
a timid, shy, submissive white woman who willingly put paper clamps on her
pussy for a black teenage girl.
"I had to wear those retched things for the rest of the day. I can't
remember a single thing that happened I was in so much pain. Except of course
for after school, when I presented my cunt to `Mrs. Brandy' to show her
that her good little pet teacher had followed her instructions. She rewarded
me by spanking the clamps off to my screams."
Both women hugged each other in comfort. Two women, once Queens and rulers
of their domain, now submissive little playthings to their black subjects.
And the worst part about it was, they both wanted it!
For the rest of the week, Miss Simons suffered (and enjoyed) an extra dose
of humiliating experiences. Every evening she found herself at the home of
her most hated rival, wearing the most undignified cheerleading uniform,
with out the panty bottoms of course. Every day saw Mary increasing the
humiliation more and more. Early on she tired of seeing Simons constantly
having to catch her tits from popping out, and so got great thrills forcing her
to cheer with out the top, watching them fly about on her chest. Simons
also became very intimate with her pompoms, prancing around the house with one
in her pussy and the other up her butt as she performed "Dale Field High
to Victory", a cheer Mary had always despised until now.
The absolute worst was when on Friday Mary presented Simons with an
honorary cheerleading uniform from her own squad. The green and white material
was so unbelievably tiny, it would have had problems being put on a ten year
old. But wetter than ever, Simons humored her former rival by squeezing
into them and willingly chanting the other school's cheers. Jessica didn't
know if she wanted to cry or masturbate to this newest low, so she did both,
right there on the living room floor as Mary took pictures.
Of course Simons had other obligations after school through the week as
well. Twice, on Wednesday and on Friday there was cheerleading practice. By
now things had pretty much gotten routine on the squad, if you can call the
things that went on routine. Every practice was aimed at highlighting the
black girl's athletic abilities, while at the same time exposing as much of
the pale and pink flesh of the white girls as possible. Trish had become so
daring, that she came up with some of the most blatant stripper like
routines yet.
One of her favorites was having the white cheerleaders do hand stands
right before the bleachers, only to have the black girls stand behind them
holding their legs apart. Simons could only imagine the gasps and whistles from
the crowd when this would be done for real. Another favorite was `sneaking'
up from behind and lifting the white teen's top when she was right before
the crowd. The poor devils did their best to act all ashamed, but they
clearly knew this was going to happen. After all they had practiced doing it
several times.
Miss Simons new that these things were wrong and that she once had the
power to put an end to it. Sometimes she would see the looks on her white girl'
s faces when they were forced to do something extra humiliating. The look
of "Miss Simons, we trusted you!" was written all over their faces. Knowing
how she had betrayed their trust hurt her a lot, but made her feel hornier
a lot more. She simply couldn't help it. She was like them now, a
submissive white cheerleader, kneeling before sexy black feet.
And it was those sexy black feet that Miss Simons was thinking about while
she was busy rubbing her soar breasts against her chest after just
finishing a vigorous jumping routine. Especially Trish's feet. Just about all she
ever thought about these days at practice was serving those pretty toes. It
was no secret that Miss Simons had a big thing for the Amazon like black
beauty. Even the white girls poked fun about it behind her back. Jessica wasn
't quite sure why she was so hot for the black teen, but knew well enough
that Trish was the cause of her whole life turning upside down. If it weren'
t for Trish, she'd still be the coach, still have her respect, and still
would be feeling...empty. That's right. The more Simons allowed herself to
fall further and further into a pit of submission, the more she realizes that
she needs it more than anything. For so long she felt she was missing
something in her life, some purpose to be a part of, some one to serve. That
someone was Trish.
But Trish already had someone for that. Already had a white female sucking
her toes, licking her pussy, and serving her with all her being. That
somebody was Amber. Pretty little blue eyed, blond haired, sexy Amber. As long
as Trish had the hard-bodied teen at her beck and call, how could she ever
want the wonton middle aged woman. Instead she found herself fast falling
the prey of the young black nymph Sasha during the day and later at night
to her gloating rival Miss Struat.
Just as Miss Simon's eyes were beginning to focus back into reality from
the fog of her thoughts, an unusual sight caught her attention. Sitting at
the far end of one of the distant benches was a small figure, a girl.
Simons was a little worried at first, being naked from the waist up in front of
anyone outside of her squad wouldn't be advisable. Trish had forced her to
cheer topless. Yet Jessica simply couldn't understand who or why someone
would be watching a simple high school cheerleading practice. Miss Simons
eventually went back to bouncing her breasts with the group, but for the rest
of practice the girl sat and watched. No emotion, no reactions. Just
sitting and watching.
The same thing happened again on Friday. Halfway through the routines, the
girl once again appeared on the bleachers, watching intently. Something
about the girl seemed oddly familiar to the former cheerleading coach.
Something recognizable about the petit spectator with short red hair. But just
like Wednesday, the girl was gone when practice was over and Simons had not
gotten a good enough look at her.
Back inside the showers, Miss Simons gingerly washed the delicate folds of
Sasha's sex and her cute round ass as she knelt before the black girl.
Miss Simons could tell the young girl was excited about their session together
after school, since the water from the shower was beading down her oily
sex. The low moans and head pats were enough of an indication alone for
Jessica to press a little harder against the girl, encouraging a sexual favor,
but the throat clearing from Trish reminded Miss Simons to do otherwise.
It was definitely quite the sight for any visitor who would have entered
the showers. Half a dozen black teens, standing like Goddesses under the
warm shower spray, with six equally attractive white teens on their knees
before them, washing and cleaning the sweaty bodies like slaves. Actually only
five of the pale skinned cheerleaders were teens. The sixth would have been
the older, but equally submissive and horny Miss Simons.
After the showers, Simons waited with the rest of the white cheerleaders
on the floor for a chance at one of the wet used towels to be thrown her
way. By the time she was finally done dressing, and dreading her drive home
with Sasha, Trish unexpectedly called the former coach into her office.
Tentatively, Miss Simons opened the door and walked inside. Sitting at
what was once her desk was Trish with an odd expression on her face. It was a
look of pleasure. Taking a very brief glance down, Simons could see two
pale soles sticking out from underneath the desk. The first thing that popped
into her mind was Amber.
"I won't keep you long Miss Simons, its just that I wanted
to...ohhh...ask if everything has been going ok with you?...aahh..."
"Um, yes, everything has been going fine. Why do you ask?"
"Its just that you seem to have been...uhhh...little bit out of things
this week...ahhhh...is there anything you'd like to tell....ooohhhh....me?
Miss Simons knew what Trish was getting at. Even though she tried her best
to act normal, her nightly visits to her rival's house must have been
having its effects on her in some way. Should she admit to Trish what she has
been up to since Monday? What would Trish do or say in response? Instead of
taking that chance Miss Simons decided to hide the truth. So with the wet
smacking sounds getting louder beneath the table, Jessica faked ignorance. "
Sorry if I've appeared unlike myself. There is nothing wrong with me and I
promise to improve my performance to your liking..."
"See that you do. Remember that there are always other white girls that
would gladly take your place if you should faulter.... aaahhhh....
yes...goooood girl!!!!"
Trish closed her eyes and focused hard on the tongue lapping at her black
pussy. Miss Simons looked down again at the two feet poking out from
beneath the table. Now that she thought of it, they were a bit smaller than Amber'
s... Just then none other than Amber stepped through the office door,
completely dressed and awaiting Trish to finish. Miss Simons stared opened
mouthed from Amber, to Trish and back to the two pale feet. Jessica knew full
well that all the other white girls had gone home already, so who the hell
was that under the table?
Before Miss Simons could give it another thought, Trish waved her former
coach off just as Sasha burst through the door to collect her pet. Taking
the older woman by the hand, Sasha dragged a confused Miss Simons out of the
office and out through the female locker room door. The last thing
Simons could hear were the cries of female orgasm.
Who was that girl?
The drive home was quiet. There was not much Miss Simons could say with a
hand constantly inside her pants. Did Sasha HAVE to do that will she was
driving? The young girl just couldn't stop from giggling herself silly every
time a truck would pull along side them and Simons would panic. "Maybe we
should show that dirty trucker where my handy is huh?" Simons knew the punk
was probably kidding, but there always was a chance she would follow
through with her suggestion. None the less, just like Wednesday, the drive to
Sasha's house was a very frustrating affair. Thankfully, after gingerly licking
her tormentor's black pussy to orgasm, Sasha was only too kind to allow
Simons to diddle herself for the child's entertainment. Unfortunately before
the horny middle aged woman could cum for her black vixen, Sasha's mother
pulled into the drive way honking and waving. Never in her whole life did
Simons rush as fast as she did hiking up her pants and wiping the student's
juices from her face. By the time Jessica had finished saying her "Hi" and
"Goodbyes" to the naive mother, Simons was sure she had peed in her
panties from fear. When Miss Simons arrived on the front porch of one Miss Mary
Struat later that Friday night, Simons was in no mood to put up much of a
fight, not that the frustrated horny woman wanted to!
"Cindy! Get in her this instant!"
"Yes Mistress Zamora? Is there anything wrong?"
"What the hell are these?"
"Those are your panties Mistress, I just had them cleaned for you."
"Then why do they still look soiled? Did you hand wash them like I
instructed you to?"
"We'll, no ma'am...I...I...."
"You WHAT?"
"Mistress they were dirty, I just felt better putting them in the wash."
"Gosh you must be dumb. Your just begging for another paddling aren't you?
"
"No Mistress Zamora, PLEASE, I'm sorry. Here, let me take them right now
and wash them."
"And what about the rest of the house? Are you vacuuming and dusting like
you are supposed to?"
"Yes, I'm cleaning all the time."
"Then why is there dust on these shelves? Gosh, you must really want that
white ass red don't you?"
"No Ma'am, I'm sorry. I will do better."
"See that you do. I will not tolerate lazy white bitches serving me!"
With that, Lola threw her soiled panties at the face of a flustered Mrs.
Lowenstien, who very quickly ran out of the room towards the bathroom to
personally hand wash them.
As was her life now, at least at the home. Outside Cindy Lowenstien still
managed to hold on to her image as a confident, respected wife and mother.
But in her own home, she was nothing but a sniveling servant to her own
maid.
Her pussy twinged as she washed the silk panties. She had so often been
the one yelling at Lola to do the same thing, yet now she was the one doing
the washing. And they were actually HER silk panties. Lola had taken
possession of all her expensive undergarments ever since the day of her
confession. She still cringes as she remembers Trish driving her home in her
Mercedes, and forcing the wealthy women to admit her desires of servitude to her
shocked maid.
Never the less, Lola had taken the news quite well, and was only too happy
to switch roles with the stupid former Madam of the house. Now Cindy
stood in the bathroom with a maid's uniform, washing the soiled silk panties.
Just the simple thought that she had asked for this, and wasn't forced to be
a servant kept her puss a buzz as she rid the stains from her former
expensive silks.
It wasn't for another hour that Amber walked through the front door. The
highly fit and attractive daughter to the former Matriarch of the house was
immediately greeted by the sight of her mother in a most subservient
position. Amber couldn't help but smile at the sight of mommy dearest on her
hands and knees in the kitchen, busily scrubbing the tiled floor. Her maid
bottoms failing to properly cover her bare ass as she crawled to and fro.
Amber new that the freshly shaved cunt nestled between those thighs had been
under Lola's orders, or Mistress Zamora as her mommy now called her.
"Hello mother!"
Mrs. Lowenstien looked up and smiled from the floor at her daughter, who
despite all the changes was still the apple of her eye. "Hello Sweetie! How
was school today?"
"Oh ok, I think I did real well on the math test."
"Fantastic. I knew my baby was a smart girl. Some day you'll grow up to
be somebody, I just know it!"
"You mean somebody like you?" An evil chill ran up Amber's spine at her
own words. She knew it was awfully mean to point out her mother's
subservience so openly, but the look on her mother's face was simply too priceless.
Mrs. Lowenstien had always preached success, good breading, and superiority
to her budding daughter when she was growing up. But her classy mother was
having a tough time preaching to her now.
Her mother instantly lowered her head in shame at her daughter's words. "
Please Amber, this is tough enough for me to handle with out my pride and
joy laughing at what I've become."
"Sorry mother, but you make it so easy." With an evil grin of revenge
Amber lifted her finger and pointed to a spot on the kitchen floor, "You've
missed a spot maid." Amber giggled as she turned away and marched up to her
bedroom to change.
A single tear rolled down the new maid's cheek as she began scrubbing the
spot Amber had pointed to. She had lost the respect of her own daughter
now, and to her there was now nothing else left to loose.
"CINDY! I am still waiting for that iced tea!"
"I'm coming Mistress...I'm coming!"
"Not if I can help it slut!"
Those were the self humoring words Amber heard when she stepped back out
of her room, the large towel covering the pink bikini she wore beneath it.
Trish had complained to her as of late that she was becoming too pale for
her liking, and needed to golden up that white skin a little. She reached the
bottom of the stairs just in time to see her mother scurrying out the back
door with a tray holding one freshly made iced tea.
In another moment the white teen followed her mother out the same door,
out to the large crystal blue pool in the back. It was a gorgeous day and
perfect for a nice tanning.
Perhaps that is why Lola was sitting by the pool as well, sipping her new
glass of tea with the miniature umbrella, holding the cup in one hand, and
casually playing with her white maid's sex with the other. Amber stood by
the door and watched for a moment at the spectacle of her mother trying to
hold the serving tray with both hands, her face strained, and a black arm
disappearing up her short frilly black skirt.
Lola continued doing this undisturbed for almost a minute before noticing
the towel clad teen by the door and beckoning her to join them by the pool.
The former maid was all decked out in one of her mother's revealing
bikinis as she lay comfortably on the plastic furniture, waving to a similar one
right beside her. Amber walked the short distance and removed the towel to
reveal her stunning body. A sight not gone unnoticed by the former house
servant.
"You daughter has quite the body Cindy. You must be very proud?"
Amber could hear her mother's strained voice as she took her place lying
down. "Thhhankyou Mistress, yyyes I am!"
"I'm sure her black owner is very happy to possess her. She is quite a
find. Just like your Mistress is very happy to possess my white bitch as well.
"
"Ohh...thank you Mistress...."
Amber could her the squishing sounds of fingers moving up a wet hole.
"Tell me Amber, what do you make of your mother here?" Amber looked at
Lola with a little confusion. "I mean did you ever see this coming? Did you
ever expect this stuck up bitch would one day show up at my tiny room and
BEG to make up for her prior sins. That she'd actually want me to take over
as the rightful head of this house? I suppose you did expect this, seeing
how you helped plan your mother's down fall with your Mistress Trish."
Another one of those evil chills ran up Amber's spine at those words as
Mrs. Lowenstien let out another low moan. Amber never wanted to bring down
her own mother. She always looked up to her and dreamed of becoming as
socially elite and elegant as she was. The day Trish suggested the idea of
tricking her mother, Amber tried her best to persuade her black Mistress not to
follow trough with it. But Trish settled the debate with Amber sucking her
dark toes while revealing her plot.
When Amber called her mother to come pick her up on that fateful day, she
wanted nothing more than to scream out and warn her mother. But she couldn'
t betray her Mistress. Trish had become her life, her reason for
breathing. Even more so than her own mother. Never the less she still held out hope
that her mother would resist. That her upbringing and feeling of
superiority to black women would keep in check the natural feelings of interracial
submissiveness all white women had.
But it wasn't meant to be. That day Amber watched her role model
capitulate to her instincts and become the sniveling servant she is today, getting
her pussy played with right next to her daughter.
"How does it feel Cindy, to know that it was your own daughter who brought
you down? That because of her your standing in that silly little outfit,
serving me iced tea on tap, getting fingered with your very own wedding ring?
"
Amber's eyes went wide and watched Lola's hand emerge from under her
mother's skirt. Right there on Lola's VERY wet middle finger was her mommy's
giant diamond wedding ring. Until this moment Amber had NEVER seen that ring
off her mother's fingers. It was Mrs. Lowenstien's most valued
possession. She loved showing it off to every body at parties and social engagements.
She thoroughly enjoyed making all the other wives jealous as hell with it.
She loved it almost as much as she loved her dear sweet daughter.
Lola lifted her finger's to her maid's face and smiled as Mrs. Lowenstien
licked and sucked them clean, paying special close attention to the ring
on her former maid's finger. In between licks, Mrs. Lowenstien submissively
spoke to her Mistress. "Please <lick> put them back! <lick> I need them
<lick> inside me! Please Mistress!
<lick> <lick>"
Mistress Zamora smiled even wider. "Such a horny white slut. First go
fetch me another tea and then I'll think about it!" With a slap to the butt,
Cindy scurried off into the house, desperate to make her Mistress happy
enough to let her cum.
Still smiling, Lola turned to the surprised daughter. "Amazing isn't it?
That you white creatures can be so eager to serve us?" Amber nodded
slightly before resting her head on the plastic and closing her eyes to warm to
the sun. "I mean I always suspected there was something up with your mother.
The way she'd look at me when I gave her an attitude, the way she'd touch
herself after giving me an order. Oh she thought I didn't see that, but I
did. Now it all makes sense, but at the time I was just plain confused. I
mean all these years my people suffered from slavery, to the civil rights
era, to now. To think all this time you white girls had feelings of
inferiority to black women. That is why you strived so hard all these generations to
make your white husband's keep us beneath your foot. You knew the truth.
That given the opportunity you'd be begging to serve at our feet! Isn't
that right?"
Amber didn't respond, faking that she had fallen into a light sleep. But
in all honesty she really was sure about all of that slave era crap. Maybe
white women did keep black females as slaves for that reason, to hide the
truth. All she knew was that right here, right now she wanted more than
anything to serve her Mistress Trish, and that's all she really cared about.
"Here you go Mistress!" Out came the frantic mother, eager to get her
former maid's black fingers under her skirt once more. Amber could hear her
mother whine as Lola took a sip of the tea while ignoring her need.
"Cindy, I think I need another oiling before I burn. Be a good pet and put
it on me."
Amber heard the sigh of frustration on her mother's breath as Cindy picked
up the sun tanning lotion. The young teen couldn't help but open her eyes
again and look over to see this latest humiliating task her mother was
performing. Just in time she saw Lola gingerly removed her top exposing the
hard dark nipples resting on her attractive black breasts. Back when Lola was
a domestic, Amber never did a pay much attention to her maid's physical
attributes. Now as her mother's Mistress, Lola was a very attractive woman
after all.
Mrs. Lowenstien got to her knees, squirted lotion onto her hands, and
began rubbing it into the black woman's skin. First she started at the stomach
before slowly moving up to her breasts. Amber could see the look of
satisfaction on Lola's face as she had her breasts manipulated by her former
submissive boss. The once smooth dry dark skin was now becoming slick and shiny.
Finished with her shoulders, Mrs. Lowenstien squirted more lotion out of
the bottle and began rubbing it into her Mistress's legs and thighs. Amber
had seen this part before, knowing full well that it usually ended with her
mother's mouth over the Mistress's sex.
But this time was different. As Cindy prepared herself to go down on her
Mistress, Lola surprisingly stopped her. "Cindy, how rude of you. Not
offering your own daughter a rub down! What kind of a mother are you? Do you
want her to burn?"
Amber's eyes went wide as the hard bodied teen new the black woman was up
to something. Apparently her mother suspected it as well, hovering just a
few inches above her Mistress's thighs as she looked over at her daughter
with great worry.
Slowly she began crawling on her knees towards her daughter, hoping that
her Mistress wouldn't make her do something she didn't want to.
"Start with her shoulders and work your way down."
"Yes Mistress Zamora" was all Cindy could croak as she squirted lotion
onto her hands.
"Come on Amber, don't be bashful. We're all girls here! Take your top off
and let those tits breath!"
Amber looked into her mother's eyes and could see the fear. She was
actually afraid of her daughter. For the first time in her young life, Amber
actually felt some sort of power over her strict parent. So with Cindy lightly
shaking her head no, Amber removed her top for her mother's oily hands.
In a daze, Cindy began rubbing her daughter's shoulders, making the white
skin shiny and slick as well. In another brief moment, her hands lowered
reluctantly until they covered the pale mounds on her daughter's chest. The
pink nipples hard under her palms as she rubbed the oil into them. Flashes
began running through Cindy's mind. Flashes of her young daughter as a child
in her arms, singing her nursery rhymes and rocking her to sleep.
The flashes vanished the moment she felt the black hand touch her sex from
behind. As Cindy rubbed and squeezed her daughter's pert breasts, a low
moan gurgled out of her as Lola glanced her clit with the wedding ring. Soon
Cindy wasn't even aware that she had moved her rubbing hands down past her
daughters taught stomach, past her round hips, and to her gorgeous athletic
thighs. The skin so firm and muscular from cheering as the mother messaged
and rubbed the lotion into them. A sense of pride filled Cindy's heart at
how cheerleading was making her dear angle's body oh so attractive to the
many wealthy men that would come into her life. Her pussy spasmed a moment
later when the image of Trish popped into her mind. Amber had already
surrendered that perfect white body to her.
Closing her eyes, Cindy focused hard on the fingers digging into her
pussy. Feeling the ring she had once so worshipped now on her black maid's
finger. She didn't even notice her daughter's spreading legs, inviting the
dazed mother to rub her inner thighs with the slippery oil. Mrs. Lowenstien eye'
s opened when she felt her daughter's hand on the back of her head. The
sight that greeted her was of the puffy pussy lips of her daughter, outlined
perfectly by the thin bikini bottoms.
The fingers at her sex were moving faster now, and it was making it all
the harder to understand why her daughter's hand was now pushing her head
down to her white thighs. Her mind fogged over as it came to rest on its side,
her nose pressed against Amber's waiting sex. Oh was she so close, just a
few more well placed flicks of the ring.
Cindy's eyes cleared momentarily from the fog as she inhaled her daughter'
s potent musk. Her eyes clearing momentarily to focus on the pussy just in
front of her. Panic filled the mother as she darted her eyes past the
pubic mound, past the two large white breasts, and at the smirking teen that
was once her loving daughter.
"Lick away mother, lick away. Teach me how to be the proper woman you've
always claimed to be."
The fog quickly covered her mind back up again as her tongue slipped past
her lips and touched the thin fabric. She had no idea at just how wet her
daughter was when she tasted the bikini.
Amber moaned loudly at the attention and instantly brought her right hand
to one of her nipples while lowering the left hand to her sex. In
amazement, Cindy watched as her daughter pulled the thin bikini to the side,
completely exposing her shaved pussy to her mother. Cindy knew full well what she
was expected to do, having had plenty of experience eating her black
Mistress. But just as she stuck her tongue back out of her mouth, a sharp pain
racked through the older woman's body before she had the chance to touch her
prize. Mistress Zamondo had jabbed her clit with the wedding ring, causing
the pre-orgasmic mother to loose control of her body and shudder, falling
back to the floor and convulsing in a pussy gushing frenzy that very quickly
covered the surrounding tiles with fluid.
Amber remained motionless, pussy still exposed and nipple in mid-pinch as
she stared open mouthed at her mother's display. She quickly looked angrily
at Lola for an explanation and she got one.
"You know what Trish said. No one can touch that pussy with out her
permission. As her reward for making your mother my bitch, I promised I would
protect it when you were here. And that includes keeping it from your horny
incestual mommy slut!"
The young frustrated teen looked down again at the delirious woman jerking
her hips into the air, then stood up, grabbed her top and stormed back
into the house horny as hell.
Lola smiled at the drama she had so casually caused between mother and
daughter. She looks down at the puddle between her white pets thighs and
chuckles to herself. This was just too easy.
After being made to lick up her mess on the floor, Cindy dutifully crawls
between her Mistress's legs and performs her owners most demanding of tasks
with out another care in the world.
Upstairs Amber stood naked before her large mirror, staring at the image
of teenage perfection glaring back at her. Her flushed cunt lips and long
hard nipples filled with the blood of excitement. She was horny and angry.
She was horny because she wanted to be, but she was angry because she couldn'
t do a dame thing about it. Trish had forbidden her to ever touch herself
when not in her presence.
Again Amber's eyes focused on the fabulous body before her. This once
belonged to her. Those strong lean thighs, round soft breasts, and tight firm
butt where once hers to flaunt and tease for her entertainment. Making boys
drool over her filled her with the type of feminine pride only the most
popular of high school girls could enjoy. She was queen of the world. And she
had given it all away to a black girl.
Any boy would give his left nut to pleasure the pink clit now begging for
her finger's attention. Amber spread her thighs and looked deeper into the
mirror at her sex. What was it about this organ that caused her so much
pleasure and grief? Why was it that Trish, who had once been her sworn enemy
and competitor for cheerleading captain, was so easily able to bring her
under her thumb just by touching it?
Until that day in the showers, Amber had never backed down from any one.
Every bitch that had stood in her way suffered the price of her wrath, just
like her mother had taught her of course. Before the moment Trish had
cornered her, she was sure she was winning the battle. Putting Trish in her
place and maintaining her rightful position as head cheerleader seemed all
assured. All the other white girls looked up to her and she knew she couldn't
let them down. Seeing their leader capitulate to the black girl would doom
them all, and she couldn't allow that to happen.
Amber's vagina spasmed and juice trickled down her thigh as she remembered
how she betrayed them. How a simple touch between her legs sent the
pompous white queen spiraling down to a mere submissive slave. All the other
girls were looking as it happened. Black and white. All of them looked as Trish
backed Amber into a corner, hot water beating down on both of them. All
watching the scared look forming on Amber's usually confident face as Trish'
s hand cupped the pristine pubic mound of her rival. Of how Amber didn't
move a finger to stop her. Of the sight of Trish's hand moving, rubbing, and
feeling. Of Amber's moans. Of Trish's words. Commands of how things were
going to be from now on. Who was going to be the new queen bee. Who was
going to be Trish's little white pet. Who was the leader of the pack!
All the girls had watched in shock and awe as Amber nodded her head
submissively in agreement. Her mouth open wide and air rapidly flowing in and out
in rhythm with the hand rubbing at her cunt. The overwhelming erg over
taking her body to simply accept what Trish was saying. The feeling of letting
go, of loosing power. Please take it away.
Back inside her room, another trickle spilled out of Amber's cunt. Gosh
had things changed so rapidly after that. How all the other white girls soon
followed suit, falling to their knees before each fingering, snickering,
dominating black girl that took them. Following Amber's lead as she allowed
Trish to use all her towels, sitting on the floor passively for a used one.
The absolute worst moment had to have been when Trish made all the white
girl go panty less on the field. The feeling of the cool air on their bare
cunts. The feeling on hundreds of lustful eyes feasting on their exposed
sex. Or perhaps the worst was when Trish first dragged her to the fences
during a game. The complete fear coursing through her body as Trish raised her
top from behind, offering her tender firm white breasts to the buffet of
male hands grabbing at her.
Lost in her past, a finger managed to travel down to her sex and touch her
clit, instantly causing Amber to fall to the floor. She was desperate to
prevent herself from coming since Trish would see it in her eyes later.
After several minutes of hard concentration Amber stood back up, happy with
herself that she had not betrayed her Mistress. Walking over to the window,
she looked down and saw her mother and Lola still by the pool. Not
surprisingly, Lola's bikini bottoms were off and put over Cindy's head as her mother
lapped away at the black cunt. Yes indeed she had grown up to be just
like her mother. Once Queens of their domain, now servants to their subjects.
Amber's mind once again went back to the first time at the fences. The
feeling of all those scruff hands squeezing and tugging on her chest. The
outraged expression on her former coach's face still haunting her to this day.
Miss Simons' jaw dropping as she watched the spectacle for the first time.
On that fateful day, Amber didn't know why she was doing everything Trish
was telling her to do. She didn't know anything about natural dominance or
the like. All she knew was that every time Trish gave her an order, her
knees would go weak, her mouth would go dry, and her pussy would flood.
Yet at the time she so desperately wished it could all end. That somehow
the humiliating role reversal would stop and she could resume her superior
white cheerleading ways. That is why she still held out hope that Miss
Simons would rush right over and end all the titty displaying. That she would
grab Trish by the neck and yell some sense into her. Remind her who is the
REAL head cheerleader in the squad, AMBER!
And she thought it had actually happened. That Miss Simons had finally
seen enough when her former coach had come storming over to the fences. Her
yells and screams sending the exhibitionist cheerleaders scattering back to
the fields for more innocent cheers. At that moment in time Amber was
certain the coach would put Trish and the rest of the black teens back in their
place. So afterward, when she ordered all the white girls home and forcing
the black girls to stay behind Amber was sure things would all get back to
normal.
But that very next day Amber watched in complete shock and disgust with
the rest of her white cheerleaders, as Miss Simons professed her desires to
become a cheerleader. While dancing on the balls of her feet, the coach of
the squad begged one of her girls to switch roles with her. Trish, being the
opportunist that she was, happily accepted the new position as coach of
the squad. The final nail in the coffin was watching Katty take off her own
uniform and hand it to Miss Simons. Poor poor Katty, being replaced
on the squad by a middle aged woman. Amber can still remember seeing that
panty covered butt running back into the locker room crying tears. Who
would have thought that she'd be back several months later, lapping away at
Trish's cunt beneath the desk? Oh if only Miss Simons would have known it was
Katty under there, and why the vengeful freshman was servicing the black
teen coach. It was a payment. A payment for letting Katty give a little
payback to the woman who had stolen her spot on the squad. A very painful
payback soon to come.
Amber looked over to the clock and a slight panic filled her. It was
getting late and she was supposed to be spending the weekend at Trish's house.
Quickly she dried her leaking pussy and got dressed. In a brief moment, she
was down stairs and popping her head out the back door.
"Lola, I need my mother to drive me to Trish's house. If you don't mind,
can I borrow her for a little bit?"
Lola's eyes were closed and mouth open in ecstasy as she held her knees to
her chest. Her big black ass pointed right in the face of her mother,
whose tongue was buried deep inside it. Mrs. Lowenstien's face was covered in
pussy juice and she appeared to really be at it, rimming her former maid
with great enthusiasm as she played with her own gushing pussy between her
legs. Cindy's eyes opened momentarily as she heard her daughter's voice,
knowing how awfully degraded she looked. But like she had all the other times,
she darted her tongue faster and farther up the black booty she was now
worshipping.
Amber knew well enough not to ask again and waited patiently for her
mother to finish bringing off her maid. She waited for almost ten minutes before
Cindy's numb tongue brought Mistress Zamonda to a squirting orgasm, all
over her mothers open mouthed face.
"Lola, my mother. I need her to drive me to Trish's house. Please let her!
"
Lola was by now playing absent mindedly with her pets hair as Mrs.
Lowenstien drank the rest of the juices from her Mistress's mound. She dreamily
looked over to her slave's daughter, seeing the eager express on her face.
"Very well, you may barrow my pet for a little while. But don't waist any
time. We're having company over tonight and we wouldn't want to be
without our main attraction!"
Mrs. Lowenstien, who was still fingering herself, darted her fingers
faster when she was reminded about the party tonight. All those strangers in her
home, humiliating her.
"Cindy, stop playing with yourself and get your bitch daughter to her Owner
's house! Cindy looked up, still licking the tender skin clean, "
Mistress, may I please take the Mercedes?"
"No, I don't think so. Its mine now. Just drive her in your new car!"
"Yes Mistress!" Spoke the submissive mother as she rose off her red soar
knees, curtsied like a fool, and went into the house to get the keys to the
broken down 1986 domestic automobile that once belong to her low income
maid. Amber followed behind her, shaking her head in amusement.
It was true she got a kick out of seeing her mother in such a pitiful
role, but things could always be worse. At least she wasn't like Miss Simons,
cheerleading for all those laughing eyes. Amber's fleeting thoughts as she
got into her mother's new car, were of a girl in another part of town. There
little Katty was patiently biding her time for the day she'd get to make
Miss Simons scream.