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Black Mistress
By
Jan
Two weeks after graduation Jean Rogers packed her bags and headed for Detroit and a job with General Motors. A relative who works there had put her name in for an entrance level position as a file clerk. Needless to say it was a very nervous little girl who showed up at 7:30 AM that first day.
Jean was a average 18-year-old white female. She had been born and raised in a mostly white middle class suburb and was naive of the various life styles to be found in the big city. Her teen years had been pretty much as you would have expected. She was active in various plays and clubs at school. She dated several boys but never formed anything like a love relationship with any of them. They were all right to date because they took her to the dances and parties that all of her friends were attending.
Her sexual experience was limited to the usual kissing and petting and on one occasion, during a sleep over with several other girls, witnessing a brief oral sex encounter between two of her teen aged friends. There was a truth or dare game going on and one girl was made to kiss the exposed vagina of another girl. It was very racy stuff for an impressionable fourteen-year-old. All the other girls said things like "UGH", "GOSH", or "OH MY GOD" but to Jean it looked almost beautiful. For some reason that she could not explain she wished it had been her that lost the dare. Seeing the winner pull the crotch of her panties to one side and thrust her tender young crack up to be kissed sent a thrill through Jean that she carried with her for a long time.
Her only other exposure to sex was the discovery of a "dirty book" hidden away in her father's underwear drawer. It was 5x8 paperback containing a story of a young girl's introduction to prostitution in a Paris brothel. The text was very arousing and the black and white pictures were shocking to say the least.
Jean read and re-read every word and stared at the pictures in awe. The men's penises were huge to her eyes and the women were all so beautiful. In one part of the story the girl was made to go down on the house's madam as part of her training. Jean loved to reading about how the older woman pushed the little girl's face between her legs and mashed her smelly old cunt into her face. Telling her what a sweet thing she was and how good a little cunt sucker she would become. All the while rubbing her self on the trembling girl's mouth and tongue. Jean had been masturbating for about a year prior to finding this material. After that time, masturbation became at least a twice-daily activity.
When she started work at the Detroit plant things went well the first few weeks. Jean was able to fit in with her fellow employees in no time. She didn't socialize much outside of work because of her limited finances, plus the fact that she really wasn't into the things she heard them talking about. Pot smoking and free sex weren't things she knew much about.
About six weeks into her employment Jean was transferred to a new department headed by a very striking looking black woman of 45 to 50 years. When she was interviewed about the job she couldn't help but admit to herself that she was attracted to her new boss. The woman wasn't beautiful in the ordinary sense of the word. Her figure was somewhat on the plump side. Still, she carried herself in a manner that said in no uncertain terms, "I am in charge and you are not". Jean loved that and respected the power she demonstrated.
The longer she worked for Mss. Andrews the more the feeling of attraction grew. Jean tried to shake it off but it was there and she knew it. She went out of her way to be close to her and, whenever possible, to be alone with her. Finally one day Mss. Andrews called her to her office closed the door and confronted Jean.
"I've been watching you girl and I know you have been flirting with me! Do you have any idea what you are getting into by coming on to me? I'm not only a dyke. I am a Dominatrix Mistress. I enjoy doing things to little girls like you that most women would find disgusting."
Jean was so surprised she was speechless for a moment. Before she could answer her, Mss. Andrews bent over and kissed her full on the lips. Jean's head was spinning. The kiss had sent a thrill through her body and she wanted more.
"What should I do Mss. Andrews?"
Her boss replied, "If you will be at my apartment at about nine this evening. I suggest you drop in and we can talk some more. Not a word about this to anyone or you will be fired so fast you won't know what happened."
The hours from that moment until nine that night dragged by. Jean had never known such a feeling of excitement. She was about to "COME OUT" as the saying goes and admit to her self and the world that she was gay.
She was unsure what to wear and settled on a casual skirt and blouse. Her undergarments were some of her best. A half- slip, wire cup bra and high thigh panties. She did and re-did her hair and make-up before boarding a bus to the area of Mss. Andrews' apartment. Several times she thought of backing out and rushing home. She even stood at the woman's door for several minutes before she pressed the doorbell.
Mss. Andrews was dressed in a full-length dressing gown. She greeted the frightened girl and led her inside to a sitting room.
"I am so happy you decided to come by my dear", said the older woman. "I've had my eye on you for sometime and was hoping to get to know you better. Now come over here and kiss me."
Jean was trembling as she approached Mss. Andrews. She pursed her lips and placed them against Mss. Andrew's much larger pair. The way Mss. Andrews tongue instinctively shot out and slipped between Jean's lips was like she was trying to swab the inside of the girl's mouth. The poor girl couldn't believe she was doing this to her. She wasn't a racist in any way but to be surrendering to a black woman was something that had never before entered her thoughts.
Mss. Andrews' kiss became more and more demanding and her hand began kneading and rubbing the girl's flesh. Her hand went up under the blouse and Jean's bra was suddenly falling away from her breasts. One button and a zip and the skirt followed suit as did the five-button blouse. With their lips still locked together they jointly eased the slip and panties from her hips and she stood naked in front of her first lover/mistress.
Mss. Andrews, "My but your flesh is like Carrara marble child. I like that a lot."
With that she opened her gown and exposed her own nakedness to the awe struck girl. How beautiful she appeared to Jean. Her skin was the color of dark coffee. Her breasts, full and slightly sagging. Her areolas were big and round. They were an even darker in color than her skin. Her pubic mound was covered with a thick mat of tightly meshed coal black hair.
Jean, "Oh Mss. Andrews tell me what I should do?"
"Well child, first of all, when we are together like this you will refer to me as Mistress or Ma'am. Do you understand?"
"Yes"-said Jean.
SLAP right across her face, came the open hand of Mss. Andrews. "Didn't you hear me bitch? I said its Mistress or Ma'am"
"I'm sorry Ma'am" replied a sobbing Jean. "It won't happen again Ma'am."
The dressing gown hit the floor and the naked Nubian took the girl by the arm and forced her to her knees. Standing over her, legs spread wide enough to give her new student a clear view of all of her treasures, she said, "What were you dreaming of doing with me all those times I caught your staring. I'll bet you have never even licked a pussy before have you?"
"No Mistress I haven't. I don't deserve your attention. Please forgive Me." was all Jean could say.
"Shut up you pathetic little cunt and lick my body starting at my feet."
As Jean began licking between her Mistresses toes, the woman picked up a cane and touched it to girl's buttocks. The cane went tap.tap.tap.WHACK, right on the left cheek. Jean screamed in pain and started to pull away.
Mss. Andrews, "Get back there you filthy little cunt or I'll beat you until your ass bleeds."
With tears running down her face she began kissing and suck once more. Trying to over look the flaming streak that now blazed on her bottom. WHACK.WHACK.WHACK, came three more blows. The girl reached out and wrapped her arms around her mistress's legs for support. "Please, please, Oh my God, Mistress please, no more."
"Come with me, I will help put the fire out." Said Mss. Andrews as she led the girl to a large plastic sheet spread over the floor. "Get down your hands and knees and lift your ass honey."
Jean willingly complied and elevated her hot red bottom. Her mistress straddled her buttocks and let go a stream of strong smelling pee that splash against those burning stripes. Blessed relief. "Turn quickly little one and drink" was the order and Jean did just that. The last of the woman's urine fell into the open mouth of this inexperienced girl before she swallowed.
"You have done well. You may lick my slit dry now if you wish."
Jean needed no other invitation and she pressed her mouth to the wet crack hidden deep in the mat of wooly hair. With a snake like tongue she drilled deep into the dark hole and felt her mistress twitch as she found her clit. It was a very special moment. She now understood what her place was in this relationship and she loved it. She captured the woman's clit in her mouth and sucked it like a miniature prick. Her Mistress squealed in delight and pusher her over backward and squatted over her face. "Suck you dirty little cunt, suck my twat and eat my clit!" She grabbed the girl by the hair and rode her mouth like a man rides his mate. "Yaaaaaaho" she screamed "suck it, lick it, eat it, oh yes, yes, oh my god I'm going to pop' "aaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
The spent Ma'am fell to one side and breathed heavily. Sweat pored from her body causing her skin to take on a bright sheen. Jean clung to her. Kissing her. Taking one of her large bags to her mouth. Suckling like a baby. Kneading the fleshy tit. Squeezing it and flicking her tongue over the nipple.
"Clean me bitch" was the next order and Jean went to work licking away the effects of the strenuous activity. Her tongue lapped away the sweat the covered the bulging belly before working its way down to between those thick black thighs. The smell at and around that pussy was strong but nothing compared to what she discovered when she reached the woman's anus. As with many heavy people it is difficult to clean that area completely and Mss. Andrews was no exception. Jean had never dreamed of doing anything so debasing as tonguing another human's asshole but here she was and she wanted to continue. Spreading the cheeks wide her tongue flicked out and touched the puckered hole at which time her lover/mistress jerked and moaned. Jean pressed forward and opened her mouth wide. She covered the hole completely and began sucking and licking. She made love to the woman's nether hole as though it was her cunt. She pushed hard to cause the sphincter to yield so that her tongue could enter into the woman's bowel. There was no thought about what she was doing other than pleasing her mistress. Whatever dried shit or other matter she found in and around that hole she gladly took into her body and she made every effort to please this woman who she now felt bound to.
When Jean was finally home in her own bed she had time to recall what this day had meant to her. She had found her place in life and was anxious to dedicate herself to the pleasure of her delightful black Mistress.
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