Once the first foot was done, she offered me her other foot and I replicated the submissive act.
Finally done, she asked rather bluntly, “You have eaten cunt before?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I admitted, looking up, trying to get a glimpse between her slightly opened legs.
“Nigger, cunt?” She asked, even though she already knew the answer, the taboo word coming out of her mouth surprising me.
I answered, implying my hunger, “No, this will be my first time.”
“First time what?” She questioned, opening her legs slightly.
“This will be my first time licking nigger pussy,” I answered, the word ‘nigger’ still very awkward to say.
She opened her legs further and ordered, “Kiss every inch of me, slave.”
Another derogatory term, another attempt at distinguishing a clear hierarchy of power between her and me, and another gush of cunt juice left me. I used my hands to caress her nylon legs while I kissed gently every inch of her foot, ankle, calf, and thigh. Time stood still as I plastered her leg with butterfly kisses until I reached her cunt, much to my surprise a pantie-less cunt, her pussy lips framed perfectly by the silky sheer nylon.
“Like what you see, my pet?” Rhianna asked.
“God, yes,” I answered, salivating at the mouth.
“Funny, that’s what Eve said in church last Sunday,” Rhianna quipped back, before instructing, “The other leg too.”
I reluctantly moved away from her pussy, so close to me yet out of reach, her scent lingering like a magnet to my senses. I again replicated the attention to her other leg, kissing, licking and nibbling on every inch of her pantyhose clad leg. Finally back at her foot, she said, “Stand up, my pet.”
My knees a bit sore, I was thankful for the reprieve.
Once standing up, she ordered, “Get undressed.”
A simple order, especially since I already had crossed the line, and I am quite confident with my body, yet getting naked in front of her was a bit scary. Yet, I obeyed, unbuttoning my blouse first and then unzipping my skirt, revealing I was wearing thigh high stockings.
“Stockings, not pantyhose, you really are full of surprises, my pet,” she commented.
“I try,” I shrugged, now in only bra, panties, thigh highs and heels.
I began to take the thigh highs off but she said, “No, leave those on. But let’s get rid of the bra and panties.”
My hands trembled lightly as I unfastened my bra and allowed my breasts to be assessed by her.
“34b?” She asked.
“Good guess,” I nodded, impressed.
“I am a connoisseur of tits,” she shrugged, as she pulled her sweater over her head, her massive breasts barely held in check by her white sports bra. Seeing me stare bewildered at her voluptuous black breasts, she asked, “You like, don’t you slut!”
Another new derogatory name, another gush in my panties, as I answered, “No, I love.”
“Good girl,” she purred, as she pointed to my panties.
I slowly slid them down trying not to get my wetness on my legs, my panties sopping wet.
“Pass them here,” she ordered.
My face went redder, if possible, as I warned, “They are a bit wet.”
“Now!” She said, her tone so firm and unwavering.
I handed her my panties.
“Holy shit, your cunt leaks like Niagara Falls,” she said, before asking, “Is all this wetness because of me?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I blushed.
“Do you want to see my tits?” She asked brazenly.
“Yes, please,” I eagerly replied, I imagined I looked like one of those cartoon characters where their tongues are outside their mouth salivating.
“Beg,” she ordered.
“Please Mistress, let your white slave see what real tits look like,” I answered, willing to use derogatory words in reference to myself.
Content with my answer, she took off her bra and allowed her breasts the freedom they were begging for. Her nipples were long and stiff, her areolas a dark sexy contrast to the rest of her breasts, which were stunningly firm. I was simply in awe, as if I was Indiana Jones and staring at the Holy Grail. I wanted to cup them in my hands, to squeeze them, to bury my face in them and yet I waited further instructions.
“Go ahead, my pet, feel what real tits feel like,” she offered, clearly a shot at my much smaller tits.
I didn’t hesitate, my mind went into auto pilot, as I moved to her and cupped her heavy, dark flesh in my hands. They were firm and yet moved with such ease as I lifted them up captivated like I had just got a new present.
“Suck them, big breast lover,” she ordered.
I leaned forward, her erect nipples hard like diamonds as I took her right one in my mouth.
“Mmmmm, that’s it white girl,” she purred, reminding me of the interracial piece in case I had forgot…of course I hadn’t.
I swirled my tongue around her nipple as I would the head of a cock, constantly teasing, before putting my lips firmly on her breast and sucking it as if I was a newborn.
“That’s it, slut, suck you’re Mistress`s tits,” Rhianna moaned, making a chill go up my spine knowing I was turning her on.
I moved to her other breast and replicated the slow tease before I moved my tongue between her massive tits and began slowly slithering down.
“Hungry for nigger pussy are we?” she asked teasingly.
“Famished,” I replied, reaching her pussy framed so perfectly in her silk pantyhose. Surprising her, I think, as I sucked her clit through the sheer nylon.
“Oh you dirty little slut,” she moaned, as I tasted her sweetness through the nylon, which was exponentially better than her toes earlier.
I continued sucking her clit until she moved her hands to her crotch and ripped an opening for easier access to her black perfection.
“Let’s give you some direct access my hungry little slut,” she purred, her fingers rubbing her pussy right before my eyes, opening her pussy lips for me.
I didn’t need to be told twice, as I leaned forward, extended my tongue and began licking directly from the source. I have eaten pussy before, many, many times before, but her taste was unlike anything I had ever tasted: sweet, tangy and exotic. I started slowly, enjoying her taste and scent as I explored her pussy with my tongue.
“That’s it cunt-licker, take your time getting accustomed to my cunt, you will be in this exact position many times after today,” she promised, which sent yet another gush of juice out of me and down my legs, as I imagined doing this in front of you.
“That I look forward to,” I responded, my cock again stiff and raring to go.
“So I see,” Ashley smiled, looking directly at my erect member. “Are you getting turned on hearing about me getting made into a lesbian submissive?” She smiled, as she reached for my cock.
“Is that bad?” I joked, as she began stroking me.
“No worse than how wet my cunt got pleasing her or how much it turned me on to hear you tell me how you became a cocksucker,” she smiled.
“But only for black cock,” I pointed out.
“And only for black cunt,” she countered. “So back to my story.”
I licked, probed, and sucked her cunt, not missing an inch of her pussy; addicted to her taste in moments and craving to receive the full gush of her cunt.
As I swirled my tongue around her clit, she moaned, “That’s it white bitch, worship your Mistress’s pussy.”
“You are my goddess,” I replied, playing on her words.
“And you my servant,” she replied, as she grabbed my hair and pulled me deeper into her oasis of wetness.
Taking that as a sign, I began a more aggressive approach on her cunt. I licked up and down, parting her cunt lips and getting directly to the source. Eventually, her breathing began to increase; I sucked her chit between my lips and was rewarded by her talking dirty to me. “Fuck yes, you dirty little nigger cunt eater, suck my clit.”
Sensing her orgasm was on the rise, and knowing how to find a g-spot, I slid two fingers easily into her wetness. After a few seconds of exploring, I found her g-spot and tapped on it continuously. As expected, her orgasm came like a tidal wave crashing onto shore, or more literally on my face, as she too is a flooder.
My face was coated with her cum, her taste stronger and enticing as I hungrily swallowed every trace of her cunt juice.
Her orgasm finally peaked, she then pushed my head away, “You really are an eager little cunt licker, aren’t you?”
My face shiny with her cunt juice, I answered, “For you, yes Mistress.”
“Get on the bed on your back, slut,” Rhianna ordered.
I obeyed, my pussy on fire, anticipating her returning the favour.
She pulled pantyhose from the bag she had brought and used them to tie my wrists to the bed. Then smirked, “I am going to help you add to your surprise for coach.”
I watched suddenly nervous at the helplessness I was feeling as she bound me.
She then did the same thing to my legs, binding my ankles as well.
Once bound, she pulled out the toys and asked, “I assume you let coach fuck that white ass of yours.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I admitted, seeing the two toys and getting excited at the thought of bring double fucked by her.
“I wish I could give you the hard fucking you need, but I have a meeting with another white submissiveness slut, Coach Carter. Actually I am already late, so I am going to have to continue you’re slave training another day,” she explained as she turned on the vibrator and shoved it in my hot cunt.
“Aaaaah,” I moaned, the constant vibrations bringing instant pleasure.
She put some lube on the butt plug and rubbed the medium sized toy at my rosebud before pushing forward, my ass easily taking her toy. She laughed, “I guess I could have used the large plug, but Coach Carter has been wearing it all day.”
“Ooooooh myyyyy,” I whimpered both at the revelation about Coach Carter and the sensations of the vibrations inside me.
“Until next time,” she said, leaning in and kissing me. I eagerly opened my mouth and kissed her back.
Breaking the kiss, she promised, “Next time I will fuck you, my slut.”
“Yes, Mistress, I look forward to it,” I replied, the buzzing driving me nuts but not enough to get me off.
“Smile,” she said, her phone in her hands.
“Please no,” I begged, of course I couldn’t even attempt to cover up bring bound and all.
“Like you have a choice,” she laughed, snapping a picture.
Resigned to my fate, I smiled, praying that this picture would not be used against me one day.
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