The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I dreamed, dreamed sweet dreams of bliss, erotic, exciting, passionate. Dreams unlike any I had ever experienced before. I dreamed of women, women with lust and adoration in their eyes, women bent to my will, my desires, writhing in pleasure, forbidden and unstoppable. I loved it, Oh GOD I LOVED IT ALL!! And somewhere, soft and distant in the background, I heard the faint sound of laughter, taunting me.

I awoke with a start. The room was very still except for the sound of Cindy’s breathing. The young blond girl was still nestled in my arms softly sighing, locked within her own dreams. Her warm soft skin pressed against my own.

It hadn’t been a dream, OH GOD, it hadn’t been a dream!!

Two equally powerful urges swept through me. The first was to scream and run away, repulsed by what I had done, the second was to slip my fingers and tongue deep within my young roommate’s pussy and fuck her until she screamed with pleasure.

What had happened?! Unexplainable, unbelievable, irrational, impossible; I knew I was running out of words but I hadn’t found one yet to fit. How was it possible, I just couldn’t understand it. Nothing, I mean NOTHING in my life had prepared me for what had happened last night.

With a supreme effort of will, I softly disentangled myself from Cindy and laid her in her bed. I had to get away. Without bothering to get dressed, I rushed out into the hallway. I needed time to think.

Something radical had changed. I knew what had happened, but I didn’t have a clue as to why it had happened. Yesterday I had been a normal healthy heterosexual girl whose interest in sex had been purely academic. Something to be avoided until a career and life of my own had been established.

Of course, being a healthy heterosexual girl, I also had urges which I had worked hard to control. On occasion, I had thought about guys and what it must be like to make love to them. I admit, there were times when it was hard to be a virgin but my goals for the future had always kept me on track.

So how do you explain last night, huh Cheryl? That was a good question. My passion for Cindy had been completely overwhelming and just as completely out of my control. I had never, NEVER in my life even thought about another girl as a sexual partner. Just the thought of two women making love usually made my stomach churn.

And Cindy, what about her? As straight laced as I was, Cindy had written the book on the subject. She was absolutely the LAST person anyone would pick as a likely lesbian lover. She had resisted the passion at first, but in the end, she had eaten me out as if she had been doing it all of her young life.

Something very unusual had happened, but what had caused it? Had Cindy and I been closet lesbians all our life? Had our distance from home and friends simply brought our feels and sexuality to the surface?

No, it couldn’t be that. Cindy had never even given a clue that she was interested in me or any other girl for that matter. In fact, Cindy was so virtuous that it was impossible for me to believe that she would have ever engaged in sex outside of wedlock, much less lesbian sex.

As for me, I had never even once been even the slightest bit attracted to another girl, not even to the point of abstractly wondering what it would be like. There was no way that all of this had simply sprung out of our minds and desires. I was pretty sure that it had never been there in the first place.

Ok, if we weren’t lesbians, then why had we seduced and made passionate love to each other? It had all happened so fast and so uncontrollably. It just couldn’t be a natural attraction. Something else must have influenced us to behave as if we were wanton lesbian nympho’s, but what could possibly do something like that? Maybe there was something in the water, the air, mass hypnosis, a government experiment gone horribly wrong? How could I find out?

I realized that I needed information, probably information that wouldn’t be easy to come by or simply fall off the shelf at the local library. No, I needed a better source, someone with access to information that was beyond my reach, but who?

Then it occurred to me. In addition to my normal work at the Smithsonian, I was also a part time staffer to Representative George Roberts up on Capital Hill. George was a powerful senior member of the House and as a card carrying member of the “moral majority”, George liked to keep tabs on all sorts of people, projects and issues that might impact the moral fiber of the country. George was very morality driven and he enforced a strict morality code on all of his staff. No sex outside of wedlock, no drinking etc.... . One misstep was all it took to ruin your career it you worked for Mr. Roberts.

Something that could influence two upstanding girls to become lesbian lovers was definitely something George would want to keep tabs on. Maybe he had already gotten wind of something. Secrets didn’t stay secrets for long in DC. And maybe, just maybe, George had a file on this somewhere. As a part-timer, I certainly didn’t have access to any confidential information but if I could somehow get into the file room and dig around a bit, maybe I could come up with something useful. Anyway, it was a place to start.

I wasn’t scheduled to work until the weekend but volunteer help was always welcome. I checked my watch. Damm, it was only2 o’clockin the morning, the office wouldn’t be open for another 6 hours. Still, maybe there would be some hard working staffer pulling an all nighter. It was worth a shot and with fewer people in the office, it might be easier to get my hands on some useful information.

I cautiously re-entered my apartment, careful not to look at Cindy and grabbed my blue jacket, white blouse, blue skirt and my other business attire. George enforced a strict dress code at all times and it didn’t pay to show up at the office in sweats. Quietly, I left the apartment and headed to the communal bath and shower room down the hall.

I quickly shed my grungy clothes and took a quick shower. As I brushed my hair, I noticed that it was especially silky smooth and fine this morning. It seemed to have a bit of natural curl to it which made it easier than normal to manage. I was pleasantly surprised. My hair had always been a bit coarse and difficult to manage, which made getting the rats and snarls out a real pain.

It didn’t strike me that I was having more than a good hair day until I started to get dressed. I had always been a B cup girl but for some reason, my bra was unusually tight this morning. Taking it off, I looked at it carefully to make sure I hadn’t picked up one of Cindy’s or Tiffany’s bras but a quick glance at the tag told me it was indeed my size. Perplexed, I took a long hard look at myself in the mirror and what I saw took my breath away.

I had always been pretty, but the woman looking back at me could easily have graced the cover of Cosmo, Playboy or Hustler for that matter. My hair, which had always been ordinary dishwater brown, now looked silky and soft and almost glowed with a warm luster and was at least an inch or two longer than it had been. My breasts were obviously bigger now, probably a solid C cup and were firm and round with just an enticing bit of jiggle.

The rest of my body seemed to have changed as well. Every woman has her own list of the million things she hates about her body, from the shape of her toes to the dimple on her ass. But as I looked at my body, I realized that all of the imperfections that I had noted over the years were simply gone, every single one of them. From the shape of my legs to the complexion of my skin, I looked just as I had always imagined my perfect body should look. I was still me, just a perfect version of me.

God, what is going on here? Obviously whatever had overcome Cindy and I the night before was at work here, but what could possibly reshape a person’s body like this? It was just a bit scary and way too weird. I had to find out what was going on and soon, before anything else got out of hand.

Squeezing into my now undersized bra, I finished getting dressed and headed out into the night. It was kind of dangerous to ride the subway this early in the morning, but I needed to do something. I needed some answers and Capital Hill was the only place I could think of to start.

It was still only3 amwhen I finally reached the building where Mr. Robert’s office was located. Of course, the doors were locked so I buzzed the security desk, looked up at the security camera and held up my ID pass for the guards to look at. For some reason, I also felt the urge to show a little of my new cleavage and made sure that whoever was on the viewing end of the camera received a better than ordinary look.

Eventually a security officer appeared and began to unlock the door. He was fit, in his mid forties and was having a hard time averting his eyes from my chest.

“Good Morning ma’m” the man said opening the door. “It’s pretty early for a part-time staffer to be here. Could I take a closer look at your pass and ID card please?”

“Certainly officer, whatever you want” I said with my most winning smile. I had obviously caught this man’s attention. I was a little embarrassed with myself acting this way, but it felt so natural to flirt with this guy. It wasn’t even that I was attracted to him; it was just the power of having someone wrapped around my finger.

“Well, Miss Grey, your pass seems to be in order. Why don’t you come with me to the security desk? I’ll need to check on your clearance status. It’s this way.” He said motioning for me to walk ahead of him.

As I walked down the hallway, I couldn’t help but add a little wiggle and sway to the motion of my hips. God I was being nasty but I just couldn’t help it. No matter how hard I concentrated on walking normally, my body just wouldn’t listen.

As we approached the security desk, I noticed that there was only one other guard on duty here. A young, fit, muscular black woman with close cropped raven black hair. As I approached the desk, she glanced up at me with a faint look of contempt that was quickly replaced by a demeanor of unemotional professionalism.

“Frank” said the woman with a hint of irritation. “I though you were going to explain to this lady that her pass doesn’t give her the clearance to be here after hours. She needs to be supervised by a staffer with the proper authorization.”

“Calm down Charlene. There’s no need for us to be rude. Now, Miss Grey, what are you here for this evening?”

I had meant to tell the guards that I was here to do some volunteer work but suddenly I had an inspiration, a nasty little inspiration that was just so .. well ... hot.

“Well Frank,” I said with a warm smile and seductive voice. “I’m here to do a little late night work for Congressman Roberts. As you know, he has a heavy responsibility and needs all the support that a loyal constituency can give him. He has some work for me to do this evening up in the office, all very confidential and private you understand; something that demands my personal hands on attention.”

I gave George a wink.

“In any event, I’m supposed to arrive here a bit early and get everything ready for our meeting. You can give him a call if you like but his wife is a very light sleeper and I’m sure George wouldn’t want you to wake her up.”

I couldn’t believe what I was saying. I was practically telling these strangers that I was Mr. Robert’s mistress. The look of fascination of Franks face was painful obvious as was the bulge in his pants. Equally, Charlene’s look of disgust was unmistakable. Still, both had obviously understood the implications. I guess this type of thing happened from time to time.

“Well, Miss Grey,” said Frank. “As much as I’d like to, we can’t let you up into the office without an escort, and as I am the duty officer, I can’t leave the desk.” There was real regret in his voice at this point. “Charlene will escort you upstairs and will make certain you’re not disturbed.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry Frank, I was looking forward to talking to you some more. Oh well, maybe next time.” I said blowing him a kiss.

Whatever was influencing me was certainly powerful. Here I was a virgin (at least with men) and I was acting like a promiscuous slut. No, not just that, I was actually toying with and manipulating Frank. Somehow, I new just the things to say and just how to act to arouse him. I’d never even tried to do anything like that before but I had just done it like it was second nature to me. Just like last night with Cindy, somehow we had just known what to do.

“This wayMiss.” said a visibly upset Charlene as she strode down the hallway to the elevator bank. Walking behind her, I couldn’t help but notice how firm her buttocks were. Ok, get a grip on yourself Cheryl. It’s your mind, you are in control. Get a grip.

As we rode the elevator, the black woman’s attitude of disdain and disapproval seemed to exude from her every pore. She obviously took me for what I appeared to be, a pretty woman trying to sleep her way to the top of the heap. She probably resented me and considered me to be some type of lower life form. I know that’s how I would have felt if the situation had been reversed.

Absently, I reached into my blouse and took out my Tiger’s eye necklace and casually began to rub the stone. My necklace caught Charlene’s eye but with one glance she appeared to dismiss both it and me. The elevator door opened and we began to walk down the hall to the office. God she’s cute!

I realized that Charlene was making me hot. It had been fun to tease Fred but Charlene, oh, I could just feel how her strong fingers would feel in my cunt. Deep inside I screamed at myself, trying to purge this unwanted perverted desire but it just wouldn’t go away.

I looked at Charlene more closely. No wedding band, but certainly attractive enough to have a boyfriend or two. She would certainly have a mom and dad, maybe some sisters and brothers. If I couldn’t control myself, could she? And if not, what would happen to Charlene’s presumably happy stable life? I didn’t want to be responsible for that. I couldn’t change what had happened with Cindy but I wouldn’t let myself get out of hand again. I had to find a way. Maybe if I just engaged her is some small talk it would keep my mind away from these lewd thoughts.

“So, Charlene is it? I guess you don’t like playing escort.”

“No Miss I don’t,” replied the black woman. “Especially not to some no account part time staff bitch such as yourself. The only reason you’re up here at all is that Fred down there thinks with his dick instead of his head.”

Wow, this lady must be really pissed to talk to a staffer like that. It was probably worth her job if I reported her.

“So that’s what’s upsetting you? I smile at a guy and you have to get up and walk me down the hallway?”

Charlene glared at me and barely keeping a polite tone said. “Yeah, you white women get all the perks. You flash that pearly grin, shake your ass and jiggle your tits and a man will do just about anything for you. For people like me, life isn’t so easy. There’s no street paved with gold for me Miss and no couch that I can lay down on to advance my career.”

This woman was being more than rude but, well ..... , I was enjoying it. I was feeling a sense of anticipation and excitement, sexual excitement. It was all I could do to keep from rubbing my tits or my clit. NO, you’ve got to get into the office and away from this woman!

We arrived at the office. Thankfully the door was locked and the lights were turned out. All Charlene had to do was unlock the door and leave me here. That would give me time to get a hold of myself and then I could look in the file room. Maybe I would get lucky, but I had to get away from this delectable ebony bitch before I couldn’t control myself anymore.

Charlene reached down, unlocked the door and held it open for me. “Doesn’t look like anybody’s here yet Miss Grey, I suppose you better start preparing for your ”meeting“. I hope Congressman Roberts won’t be long, this has been a big enough waste of my time as it is and I don’t want to wait around here any more than I have to.”

“Excuse me? You’re going to wait for the Congressman?” I said with a bit of panic in my voice.

“That’s right Miss Grey; we can’t leave you up here alone with potentially sensitive information just lying around. You shouldn’t be up here at all but since you are, you’re going to be supervised. Don’t worry about revealing any ”sensitive“ materials in my presence. I’m sure my security clearance is higher than yours.”

Charlene was being awfully smug and sarcastic about this, why wouldn’t she just leave? Girl, I could rock your world. It would be so great to knock you down a bit, have you begging me to suck you off!

No, I had to get away from this fucking hot bitch before I made her scream with lust as I ate her pussy and finger fucked her ass. Yeah, before I spanked her cunt and made her beg me to beat her again. God she’d look good with some nipple clamps and a huge dildo rammed up her cunt. Ok, this is not helping. I’ve got to get away

I walked into the reception area and noticed the bathroom. Of course—I could go into the bathroom, calm down and maybe figure out what I was going to do next.

“I’ve got to get ready for the Congressman Charlene, I won’t be long. If you want to leave, I won’t mind. George might be a little late; his wife is a light sleeper you know.”

I quickly walked into the bathroom and tried to shut the door but Charlene pushed it open, almost causing me to fall to the floor. “I’m sorry Miss Grey, but I need to keep an eye on you at all times while you’re up here. Besides, I’ve never seen a white whore get ready for a hard nights work before.”

Out of options. Shit!

I hiked up my skirt, pulled down my panties and pantyhose and sat down on the toilet to pee. Amazingly, as the hot pee streamed from my throbbing pussy it began to send shivers of pleasure through my body. I began to think of Charlene standing there, watching me. I felt thoroughly degraded but the more I thought about it, the more excited I became. God, I’m becoming one seriously disturbed bitch!

Disturbed or not, I was getting awfully fucking hot. Just having Charlene stand there watching me pee was turning me on so bad that it was making my cunt burn with desire. God, what am I going to do? I’m not a lesbian bitch, I’m not!!

Desperate, I made one last plea. “Please Charlene, I need some privacy for just a couple of moments. You’ve got to leave, PLEASE!”

“You stupid white bitches are all the same” snarled the black woman. “You’re so used to having your own way with people that you forget that you don’t run the whole fucking show. Well bitch, I’m going to stay right here, so do your business and get out of there.”

I looked over at Charlene standing there. She was strong. Maybe she’d be able to resist whatever it was that was screwing with my brain. Maybe she hadn’t even been exposed to whatever was causing my condition. In that case, at best I’d look like a complete fool and get kicked out of the building or, at worst, I’d be arrested when the Congressman failed to show up. With a sickening realization, I realized that my resistance was nearing an end. I hadn’t been able to save Charlene; hopefully she would be strong enough to save herself.

“So, Charlene, you enjoy watching women piss? There’s still some dripping form my cunt in case you want to lick it off.”

Charlene’s face registered a flash of shock and utter amazement which was quickly replaced by a visage of utter rage. “You fucking bitch!” she finally snarled.

“Oh, come on Charlene, I bet you’re a great cunt sucker aren’t you. I mean, I could tell from the start that you are a ladies lady. I bet you’ve been dying to get your hands of some prime white pussy for a long time. Or maybe you already have some. Yeah, I bet you’ve got yourself a white girl at home don’t you. Some white mistress that fucks you good and makes you beg for more. God, I bet you can’t go a day without having a taste of white pussy can you Charlene?”

“You’re fucking crazy, you know that bitch?” snarled Charlene. “I could break you like a tooth pick little girl but you wouldn’t be worth the effort. For your info, I’ve got a righteous proud black man back home that takes care of me just fine and I don’t have to sleep around to make a living like you do whore!”

“Really Charlene, why I am impressed” I purred. “Let’s just put that to the test shall we?”

Slowly, almost languidly, I hiked my skirt up until my naked cunt was in full view. “Now, is this what you’ve wanted to see Charlene? See, it’s already wet and covered with piss for you girlfriend. What, not good enough? Well maybe you want a demonstration of how well it works.”

Carefully, slowly, I began to rub my index finger up and down my slit, lightly touching my clitoris and the barely penetrating my cunt with the tip of my finger. God this felt good.

Slowly, I brought my finger to my mouth and began to suck the juices off. Normally, it would have been the vilest thing imaginable but right now, it tasted sweet like honey. “Oh come on now baby, don’t tell me you don’t want a part of this?”

“What are you trying to do bitch. You think you can get me to suck your piss off for you. Fuck, you’re only making me sick you lesbo freak. Now stop fucking around or I’m going to have to come over there and suck your cunt, freaking bitch.”

A look of momentary confusion swept over Charlene’s face as she registered what she had just said. A sense of despair washed over me. Whatever was influencing me was also at work on Charlene. If she wasn’t strong enough to resist, there was no stopping what was about to happen.

“I like how you’re talking girlfriend. Tell me some more.” I said as I thrust my fingers back into my cunt and spread my legs wide apart so that Charlene could have a better view. “Just what would your proud black male friend say if he could hear you now? Wouldn’t you tell him how sexy this is, how it turns you on and makes you so fucking hot. God, I bet you’d tell him that he’s never made you as excited as you are right now. Isn’t that what you’d tell him Charlene?”

“Yeah! Oh YEAH ... Oh Fuck I mean no No NO way you bitch. I ain’t no lesbo, so shut the fuck up you hot little whore. I don’t know what you’re trying to do but it won’t work. I’m warning you, I’ll fuck your little white brains out you hot little bitch, just see if I don’t!!”

“My my my Charlene, aren’t we a confused little cuntsucker tonight. We’ll have to try this again but first, since you don’t have a good white mistress at home, I guess I’ll have to get you started down the right track. Now why don’t you take off that blouse and shirt and let me see your breasts. I don’t take just anyone to be my slave, on no, I have to be very particular.”

“Fuck you, you cuntsucking little whore!” Charlene snarled as her hands began to slowly unbutton her blouse and shirt. “I ain’t gonna do nothing and I ain’t nobody’s god dammed slave, you got that Mistress?! Oh SHIT, what the hell am I saying?!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!”

“Doing Charlene, why I’m just sitting here giving you what you want. After all, you’re a big strong woman and I’m just a freak. Now go ahead and rub those firm little breasts of yours, I want to see how hard those nipples can get. Yeah, that’s it, go ahead and pinch them a bit if it helps.”

Charlene looked down and was shocked to see that she had already disrobed herself. In addition, her hands were slowly and skillfully massaging her breasts in such a way as to make her nipples as hard and erect as possible, just like Mistress Grey had asked.

God dammit, what the fuck is this Mistress Grey shit and why am I doing this. What is this whore doing to me?

In answer, her hands pinched her nipples and a wave of pleasure ran through her body. God this feels so fuckin’ good but it can’t be happening. Get a grip girl, there’s got to be a way to stop this.

Charlene looked across the bathroom at her nemesis. The bitch had it all, legs, hair, body, just the type to catch some Congressman’s eye. But what was the bitch doing to her? Why was she acting so strangely? “Go fuck yourself bitch!!” said Charlene in defiance.

“Oh Charlene, that’s no way to talk. I am fucking myself as you can plainly see, and I do like your breasts, even though they are a bit small. But maybe it would be better if you fucked yourself for me Charlene. And do it well, I still haven’t made up my mind about you.”

Charlene was about to come back with a scathing remark when a flood of pleasure washed through her body. Oh Fuck, Oh God! Without a thought Charlene knew that she simply had to rub her clit, it wasn’t an option, her cunt DEMANDED to be fucked.

Wasting no further time, Charlene undid her belt and stripped off her skirt and, without removing her panty’s or hose, she plunged her fingers into her pussy and began rubbing her clit furiously. “Oh Fuck oh Fuck” she moaned “Oh shit I’m gonna Cum Oh God OH GOD”

“No Charlene, don’t cum just yet” said Cheryl in a soft voice.

Charlene needed to cum, she needed to cum in the worst way but despite her aching need, her fingers stopped their furious rubbing. “Oh FUCK Lady, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?” Charlene screamed.

“Oh Charlene, you’re not quite ready yet, but patience. Now take off your panties and hose and spread your legs wide for me then slowly, slowly bring yourself off. Make sure I see every stroke and hear every little gasp.”

Fuck, the bitch wants me to perform for her, well the hell with that!! Yet despite her efforts, Charlene slowly and gracefully slipped out of her remaining clothing and sat down on the floor, spreading her legs wide for her Mistress to see. Then, after shooting her Mistress a sultry look, Charlene began to slowly stroke her pussy making sure that her Mistress could see every stroke.

“Now Charlene, let me ask you a question. If your boyfriend could see you now, what do you think he’d say? Look me in the eyes and tell me please.”

Charlene opened her eyes and looked at the stunning hot white bitch in front of her. “God, he’d say I’m a fucked up lesbo bitch. OH SHIT!” Charlene said as a delectable surge of pleasure washed through her body.

“Very good Charlene. Now, why are you fucking that hot black pussy of yours?”

Charlene felt like a trapped animal. She wanted to rage at her tormentor, tell her to go fuck herself, but instead all she could say was “You, oh god, I’m fucking myself because you asked me to and it’s SO GOOD!!”

“Alright Charlene, now if your boyfriend was here wouldn’t you tell him how sexy this is, how it turns you on and makes you so fucking hot. Wouldn’t you tell him that he’s never made you as excited as you are right now? Isn’t that what you’d tell him Charlene?”

Desperately Charlene tried to avert her eyes from Miss Grey’s. “Oh God, please PLEASE don’t ask me that! I don’t want to answer that question. Oh GOD please help me!”

“Now Charlene, you don’t want to make me angry do you? Answer the question!”

“Oh Fuck Mistress, I’d tell him that this is making me so fucking hot that my cunt could melt steel. I’d tell him that he’s never made me as hot as I am right now and he never will. God help me, I’d tell him I need to get myself a hot white lesbo mistress to fuck me good all of the time. Oh God I want it so bad I can taste it, I don’t know why I want it but I just have to have it. God I NEED to eat a white girl’s cunt, Oh God help me I DO!”

I watched in wonder as strong, powerful Charlene seemed to melt into a mound of blazing sexuality. Her eyes were smoldering as the black woman skillfully but slowly fingered herself. It was apparent that she was reveling in fucking herself for me as her motions became increasingly graceful and seductive and the looks she was shot me were now filled with yearning instead of defiance.

“So, Charlene,” I said moving in for the kill. “If your boyfriend would think that you’re acting like a fucked up lesbo bitch, would he be right?”

Charlene’s eyes closed in concentration as if to summon her last reserves of will power. But it was too late. She should have left when she had the chance.

“Oh God Mistress, I’d tell him that he’s fucking A right on the mark. I am a cuntsucking lesbo bitch and you’re my Mistress. GOD This can’t be happening to me but I can’t stand it anymore. Oh Mistress please Please PLEASE tell me what to do!”

“Oh yes, much better Charlene, much, much better. Now Charlene, my cunt still hasn’t been cleaned and it’s still covered with piss. Do you want to clean me up slave; do you want to suck my cunt?”

A look of horror flashed across Charlene’s face as she struggled with herself but it was soon replaced with a smoldering look of hunger and desire. “Oh fuck YES Mistress Grey, God please let me clean your cunt!”

“Then crawl over here you little pussyslut, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll keep you for a while.”

I watched as Charlene slowly got to her knees and began to crawl across the bathroom floor. Her face was aglow with lust and just enough shear terror to make her ravishingly beautiful. I didn’t know why I had such power to control this woman, or Cindy for that matter, but these encounters were beyond the imaginings of my most wild and erotic dreams. I knew that what was happening must be humiliating for Charlene, but, despite myself, the thought of her debasement only made me more aroused.

I rotated my cunt to the edge of the toilet seat as Charlene approached. I felt so powerful, dominating and in control. This slut was going to pay for mistreating me, and this was only the beginning. “Now bitch, if you’re ready, let’s get started! Impress me!”

Charlene was within arms reach now, but she hesitated. “Mistress, I’ve never done this before. What do I do?”

For some reason Charlene’s innocent question enraged me. “You take your fucking tongue bitch and you lick out my pussy and clit. God Dammit, I said IMPRESS ME!!”

With amazing strength I reached out and grabbed the black woman by her hair and dragged her face into my cunt. “Now eat me out bitch, EAT ME OUT NOW!!”

Hesitantly, I felt Charlene’s tongue gently lick the outer folds of my cunt and then, hurriedly withdraw.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT BITCH?! WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO IMPRESS ME?! NOW This time DO IT RIGHT!” To emphasize my point I reached across her back and gave her ass a hard slap.

“OH SHIT!” yelp Charlene “CRAP that stings. Please don’t do that again! Shit, your cunt tastes like crap with all of that piss on it. I can’t do it!”

“OH sure you can bitch!” I snarled. “It wasn’t hard for you to stand there and watch me piss now was it? It shouldn’t be all that hard for a pussyslut like you to clean it off.” I raised up my hand again and brought it down even harder than before on her other ass cheek. “Now, do you want to lick my pussy or not you black slut?”

“OH SHIT THAT HURTS” sobbed the black woman as I spanked her once again. “No, please stop, oh please stop!”

“Oh give it a rest bitch. You know you like it. You know that nothing, nothing gets you off like being dominated by a white whore. You’ve been waiting for this all your life now haven’t you bitch, just waiting for the right girl to come along to rock your world? Isn’t that right girl?” I said as I slapped her ass yet again.

“OH GOD PLEASE DON’T.” sobbed Charlene “It stings, oh it stings oh god it stings”

I slapped her hard again, but this time, Charlene thrust her ass outward to meet my strokes.

“OH, OH, OH, OH SHITT!” moaned Charlene as I swatted her once again and this time, Charlene literally squirmed as the heavy blow rained down on her bruised ass. “OH, OH, OH, FUCK, OH SHIT, OH GOD, DO IT AGAIN, OH GODD PLEEEEASE DO IT AGAIN, DO IT HARDER OH PLEEEASEEE!!!”

Only too happy to oblige, I began to rain down sharp stinging blows on the young black woman’s ass. “How’s this Slut?! How does it make you feel!?”

Charlene was meeting every blow from my hand now with a thrust from her ass just as if she were trying to slam backwards into somebody’s cock. Both intense pain and pleasure registered on her features each time my hand made contact with her “OH SHIT, OH FUCK, IT’S FUCKING GREAT, OH SOOOO GOOD, GOD GOD GIVE ME SOME MORE!!”

If I kept this up much longer, the bitch would come right here and now, and that just wouldn’t do. “Fuck that slut. A slave never comes before her mistress unless she’s told to. Now, stop wasting my time and start eating my cunt you black pussyslut!!”

Without a moment’s further hesitation, Charlene began to lick my cunt, rapidly and eagerly cleaning off all of the remaining piss. Intently, I watched her face as her expression changed from one or horror to joy and her reluctance faded into eagerness.

“Yeah, that’s it Charlene, you’re going to be such a good pussyslut. Now push your fucking fingers into my cunt and rub my clit with your tongue. OH GOD Yes that’s it you little black slut, you’re so fucking GOOD to your mistress. Show me how much you love me slave. Make me Cum!”

Charlene redoubled her efforts with considerable skill licking, fingering and sucking me with abandon. “OH Shit YESS Pussyslut, Oh YESS!! Harder FASTER, DEEPER, OH YES Nibble my CLIT YOU FUCKING BLACK SLAVE BITCH! Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, that’s it, oh shit, oh suck harder, oh give it to ME, OHH MYY GODDD FUCKK MEEE HARRRD!!!”

Charlene, removed her tongue from my clit and began to rub it with one hand while she rapidly fucked my cunt with the other. “Do you like the way I’m fucking you Mistress? I’ve never done it before, am I doing it right? Are you going to come for me?”

My voice came out as a high pitched whine as my body concentrated all it’s efforts into cumming on the black woman’s fingers. “Oh yeah, oh yeah baby, oh it’s so goood, oh yeah, that’s it pump me faster, harder, oh yeah, that’s it bitch, COME ON, HARDER, DEEPER, GOD, GOD, MAKE ME CUM, OH YEAH.

I could feel the flood begin to rise in me as my beautiful black lover slammed her fingers into my cunt as hard and as fast as she could. My head began to thrash from side to side as my world devolved into a pair of thrusting fingers and my red hot cunt. “GOD!!, SHIT!! OH GOD, OH YEAHH EIIIIAAAAHHHHHHH”. The wave broke and I came, flooding my cunt with so much pussy juice that it gushed out like piss. Charlene, immediately dropped her head to my cunt, trying to catch every drop.

As I looked down at the woman I had just taken, eagerly lapping up my cunt juices from the floor of the bathroom, it was hard to believe the change that had occur in her. Whatever remained of the proud black woman was submerged by her desire to tend to my pleasure. And me, what was happening to me? My God, What next?