The Sitter
-- by lightswitch ©   May 2007

(FF, lesbian), reluc, (ir, interr), light bondage, humiliation, ws


Two years after I dropped out of high school, my folks kicked me
out of the house. I got a grunt job, cleaning corporate restrooms
– and that paid $#!+ --  and then started looking for a place to
live. Couldn’t afford anything decent, so I looked for an
opportunity to split costs. I answered an ad for a roommate, for
a little apartment, close to the local university.

Evelyn, the chick who had the lease, was a stuck-up white girl
whose old roommate had graduated, leaving her stuck with the
expenses. I could tell she wasn’t keen on letting me be her new
roommate, but evidently she hadn’t gotten many (any?) other
replies to her ad.  With obvious reluctance, she finally said OK
and I moved in.

Like I said, Evelyn was a skinny little blonde bitch with an
attitude. Even though I paid half the rent and expenses, she
continued to act as if it was her apartment. Everything had to be
“just so” and she maintained control on how the place was
decorated.  She hated my rap, so the stereo was always droning
out some god-awful bubblegum-pop.  Evelyn was about 27 years old
– a grad student. She was almost 5” shorter than me, but had to
have been at least 80 pounds lighter (yeah, she’s too skinny and
I’m a bit … er … on the plump side, shall we say.  OK, I’m fat –
deal with it). I think she also had some racial issues – she
never came out and said anything about my being black, but … she
seemed to do everything *but* come out and say it.

Things hit a boiling point last July. I came home from a grueling
day at work only to find little Miss Prissy had blown off her
classes and parked her skinny ass on the couch, watching TV all
day. I was fuming – I was almost 10 years younger than this
scrawny white cunt, but she came from enough money to send her
ass to college, while I was sweating through each day doing stuff
she’d never deign to even consider.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge, sighing as the chilled air from
the open door cooled my big tits through my sweat-soaked t-shirt.


“Hey!” came her nasty, high-pitched, nasal voice from the other
room, “Close the damned door! You think we’re cooling the whole
complex?”

“Fuck you,” I snapped back. “If you weren’t such a cheap ass,
we’d have some damned AC in this apartment!”  I trudged back to
the living room, ready to plop down on the couch and take over
the remote – secretly hoping she’d bitch about it and provoke a
real fight.

But when I got there, Evelyn scowled at me and very *purposely*
laid down, stretching herself over most of the sofa.

“Sorry, Betty,” she purred, “no room for your fat, black ass.
Guess you’ll have to sit on the floor.”

I was furious. “Like hell,” I said, and promptly sat down, anyway
– directly on my bitchy roommate’s stomach.

I heard an audible “Oomph!” and, out of the corner of my eye, saw
her eyes bug out as my not-inconsiderable weight settled on her.
I confess: I am one big woman and have to admit, I must have
really crushed her.  My ample ass almost completely covered the
little bitch, from just below her breasts to just above her
knees.

I was expecting her to start thrashing and trying to buck me off,
but to my surprise, she remained absolutely motionless. I
realized that I had her arms pinned – against the back of the
couch and under my thick legs. Her eyes were closed and I could
tell that each breath  she quietly sucked in took real effort.
But still … no struggling … no gasping curses or demands for me
to “get my fat ass offa her” …

I was a little worried that I might have sat on her too hard –
had I actually hurt her?  I examined her face carefully, though I
didn’t shift my position.

Her cheeks were deeply flushed and her lips slightly parted as
she panted softly under my weight. But she didn’t seem injured.

With a start, I realized that the little slut was turned on!

I hadn’t expected that reaction.  Anger, screaming, resentment,
sure … but … sexual excitement?

Embarrassed, I pretended not to notice and focused on the
television. But all I could think about was the domineering
little white bitch under my ass, who was getting turned on from
being sat on by a big black woman.

I have to admit, although it felt strange, I was feeling pretty
good about it, myself. I had really resented Evelyn’s attitude
and her making me feel inferior all the time. It was nice to be
the one in control, for a change. I liked having her helpless,
under me.  It made me feel powerful. It made me feel good. It
made me feel …

… wet?

I could feel my cheeks flush at the realization: I was getting
turned on, too. Did this mean I was a lez, like Evelyn apparently
was?

I rose quickly, and Evelyn gasped in great lungfuls of air as my
weight was lifted. “Well, there’s nothing good on, tonight,” I
said, probably a bit too loudly, “think I’ll do some reading.”
That sounded fake, even to me, and I could feel my face flush.
But I walked over to one of the chairs, grabbed a magazine, and
tried to appear engrossed.

Evelyn got up quietly and went into the bedroom. Almost
immediately I heard the gentle, rapid squeak of bedsprings that
told me she was masturbating furiously.

I was embarrassed to realize that my pussy was drenched. I
dropped the magazine and left the apartment, unsure of my
feelings or what had just happened. I felt awkward facing Evelyn
after that episode, so I didn’t return to the apartment until
after midnight, and rose early the next day for work.

* * * *

When I got home the next day, Evelyn was already sitting on the
couch, wearing a light robe.  I was dripping with sweat, from a
hard day at work, so went immediately to take a shower.

Afterwards, I felt refreshed and ready to deal with the
situation. I had probably misperceived the whole thing. I wrapped
a (big) white towel around me and started towards the bedroom, to
get dressed.

Evelyn was on the couch, facing the bathroom, as I entered the
living room. “There’s the fat, black cow,” she snarled, glancing
my way.

I stopped, stunned.

“*What* did you say?” I asked, menacingly.

The blonde giggled and flopped on her back, on the couch.

Bitch was supposed to be in her late 20s and here she was,
taunting like a 12-year-old. “You are one crazy cunt,” I said,
shaking my head in confusion. I looked at her, still stretched
out on the couch, eyes clenched shut, and robe partially open.

Realization slowly dawned.

“She *wants* me to sit on her, again,” I thought. I could feel a
little tingling in my pussy, as I realized this and started
getting very wet. I hadn’t planned on anything like this, but
suddenly, the thought of exerting control over the stuck-up
little white girl seemed very enticing.  Fuck the sexual
overtones, I just wanted to dominate *her* for a change.

I strode purposefully towards the couch and looked down at her.
Her robe was parted just enough for me to see the bra and panties
she wore underneath. “She planned this,” I thought. “She wanted
to wear fewer clothes, this time – to get more skin contact.”
And she had probably purposely waited until I got out of the
shower, so I’d be wearing just a towel.

I reached down and jerked open the robe.  Her eyes shot open and
she looked startled … and vaguely “anticipating.” Her hands
didn’t move to stop me or to close the robe again.  She lay
there, looking at me with wide blue eyes – pink underwear and
pale white skin. I felt … powerful. In control.

I dropped my towel.

I stood beside her, nude. Her eyes widened and seemed fixated on
my exposed body.

I let her drink in my form for a few minutes.

Then I turned and sat on her.

She gave a loud, satisfied grunt as I settled down on her. I
could feel her bare skin, under my ass and thighs. Though her
arms were again pinned, her hands curled to gently cup my legs,
where they held her down.

I shifted position, scootching up on her chest, so I was no
longer covering her pink panties with my right ass cheek.  She
gave a loud grunt and then went silent, again. Her chin now
rested against the left side of my ass and I rested one hand on
her, just above her pubic bone.  I could feel the heat radiating
from her groin, feeling hot against my wrist.

She gave a feeble moan and I realized that my full sitting weight
on her chest was too much for her – she couldn’t really breath in
this position.  But, she laid still and took it.

By now, I was consumed with a mixture of lust and power. I loved
dominating this woman who had once been so controlling.  I rose
and shifted her position, away from the back of the couch, so I
could straddle her hips.  She looked up weakly, face deeply
flushed with exertion and desire.

Slowly, I lowered myself so that I lay directly on top of her,
front to front.  My massive brown breasts completely engulfed and
swallowed her small “almost-B” tits. Her arms were pinned by my
thick legs, still straddling her hips.

I brought my face within an inch of hers. We were both breathing
heavily and inhaling the hot, heavy exhalation of the other. She
looked up at me, eyes wide with fear and lust. I gazed down at
her, confident and in charge.

Slowly, I lowered my mouth to hers. My thick, full lips grazed
her thin-lipped, pouty mouth. She moaned loudly and tried to pull
her head away, but I grabbed both sides of her head, trapping
her.

I traced her lips with my tongue and, still moaning, she slowly
parted her lips for me.

I pushed my tongue deeply into the blonde’s mouth, probing and
exploring.  She lay there passively, letting me have my way with
her.

My pussy was ready to explode and I could barely breathe. I
needed release, but was still hesitant about initiating anything
more explicit. Slowly, I inched up so that my breasts were over
her face. Without any prodding, her hungry lips latched onto the
nearest nipple and she sucked greedily.  Even at its widest, her
mouth couldn’t contain all of my dark aureole, but waves of
pleasure coursed through me as she tried to stuff as much as she
could inside her mouth.

I let her suck for a while, but was in desperate need of release.

Slowly, I inched up higher, still.  Soon, she was kissing and
licking my upper belly.

Then my navel.

Then my lower belly.

Finally, I had moved up on her enough so that my black, wooly
cunt hovered over her pretty, pale face.  Her features were still
deeply flushed with lust, but she seemed hesitant to go further.

“No,” she whispered, weakly. “I can’t do that. I’ve never done
that with a woman …”

But I could no longer be denied.

“You’re going to, now,” I told her, spreading my cunt lips with
one hand and settling firmly on her upturned face.

It felt absolutely delicious, as her thin, pretty, white features
sank  between my thick, dark thighs.  She didn’t lick or
anything, but she also didn’t struggle – merely tensed and then
went limp.

I waited for her to start servicing me, but she didn’t move her
mouth, much less open it.

“Fine,” I said, in frustration. “You don’t wanna please me with
your nasty little mouth, you don’t have to. But you *are* gonna
please me, white girl!” I began grinding my pussy into her face.

She still didn’t move, so I picked up speed and pushed down
harder.  Her thin, prominent Caucasian nose was wedged deeply
between my cuntlips and rubbed delightfully against my swollen
clit, each time I ground down with my pelvis.

Faster and faster, I fucked the blonde’s face, cramming as much
of her face inside me as I could.

Her nerveless fingers lost their grip on my thighs and her hands
slid slowly down to the cushion.

She must have passed out, either from the savage face-fuck I was
inflicting or from being pussy-smothered. It didn’t matter … I
could feel an *epic* climax building. This was going to be strong
… the strongest I’d ever had! The feelings were so intense, I was
almost afraid I’d hurt myself, when they finally did explode.

Grabbing handfuls of blonde hair, I rode her face like a rodeo
bull rider. I know I was screaming, but I have no idea what – the
moment just took me completely.

When the orgasm hit, my body spasmed almost painfully. My thighs
clenched the blonde’s head hard – I’m sure I hurt her, if she was
still conscious, but I was absolutely unable to think of
anything, as the climax shook my body – and drove my spasming
puss down on the white girl’s face hard, rubbing her face raw
with my sopping cunt. I screamed in pleasure, long and loud,
locked in the throes of mindless ecstasy.

After what seemed an eternity, the climax ebbed and I rolled
weakly off Evelyn’s face. I was completely drained, weak, and
gasping for breath.  After a few minutes, I rolled on my side to
see if my kinky roommate was OK.

At first, I couldn’t tell if she was breathing and I became
afraid. I didn’t know CPR or anything, so I punched her in the
chest a few times, as I’d seen TV doctors do.  She coughed and
her eyelids fluttered before she passed out again, so I assumed
she was all right.

I dragged myself to the bedroom, threw myself into bed, and
passed out myself, leaving the savaged white girl out in the
living room – nude and unconscious, with my cunt juice drying
into a mask on her face.

* * * * *

I awoke the next day, thoroughly refreshed.  Nothing like great
sex to clear the cobwebs and invigorate you the next day!  Evelyn
was still in the living room, but she her face had been washed,
so I assumed she had awakened sometime during the night, before
passing out, again.

I stared affectionately at my still-nude roommate. “You are going
to be my personal fuck toy from now on,” I told the sleeping
white girl. “But from now on … *I* will be the one in charge.”

I left for work, with a spring in my step.

* * * * *

I got home from work as fast as I could, already juicing up at
the thought of an intense session with Evelyn. I was dripping
with sweat and stank like a dock worker – I’d have to hop in the
shower first. Maybe get a little something to eat … plus, I had
to piss like a race horse.

I opened the door and smiled. Evelyn was already in her usual
place – on the couch. But this time, she was already completely
nude.  Her face was still swollen and dark pink, obviously not
yet recovered from the marathon face-fuck I had subjected her to,
last night.

“About time you got back, you fucking black whore,” Evelyn
snapped. “Gawd, you stink!  I can smell you from here!  Take a
fucking shower!”

I stopped, as if smacked in the face.

What the hell was *that* about?!?

Evelyn gave me an evil grin, before plopping onto her back, on
the couch.

That stupid little fuck!  It was obvious to me, now, that she
thought this was how she could goad me into forcing a sex session
on her, so she wouldn’t have to admit to herself that she enjoyed
submissive lesbian sex and *wanted* it to happen.

I walked over to the couch and began stripping off my clothes.

Evelyn was grinning, but then wrinkled her nose. “Seriously,
Betty – you stink!  Take a shower, first.”

My bra slid to the floor and I removed my panties.  Looking
sternly at her, I said “White girl, I am sick of your nasty
mouth. We’re gonna put a stop to that, right now.” I held up my
(very large) panties where she could see them. “See these?” I
asked.  Spreading my legs, I slowly and deliberately pushed the
panties up into my still-wet pussy.

Evelyn seemed shocked. Her mouth moved a bit, but she didn’t seem
to know what to say. I waited a few minutes before reaching down
and pulling the sodden panties back out.  They had already been
pretty ripe from soaking up a day’s worth of sweat. But now …

I pushed Evelyn onto her back and straddled her hips, pinning her
arms with my tree-trunk-like legs.

“Now, you little bitch,” I told her, “you want to have a nasty
mouth? I’m gonna *give* you a nasty mouth!”

Evelyn must have realized what was coming because, unlike all of
the other times I’d had her on her back, on the couch, she began
struggling like a madwoman.

“NO!” she screamed. “You CAN’T!  EWWW!”

I grabbed a handful of blonde hair and jerked her head back, over
the arm of the sofa.  Then, slowly and deliberately, I wadded up
the sweat-and-pussy-soaked panties and started stuffing them into
her mouth.

She gave an especially loud yelp of protest, which was cut off as
the panties were forced in. The panties were large, but I
stuffed as much as I could in, laughing as her cheeks bulged.

I held her down, waiting for the taste to start spreading through
her mouth. She continued to give muffled cries and tears welled
in her eyes.

I knew I’d have to immobilize her, since I *had* to go to the
bathroom, soon. I reached down to the floor and retrieved my bra.
 Rising up long enough to flip the blonde onto her stomach, I
then tied her hands behind her back, with my bra.  Evelyn
continued to struggle and bleat muffled protests.  As she
thrashed about, one of her flailing legs kicked me in the gut.

That did it!  Every resentment I had ever had against this bitchy
white girl now welled up and overflowed.

“That’s IT!” I shouted, forcing her back onto the couch.  I
straddled her hips again and began savagely slapping her pretty
white face. Soon, it was mottled with angry, dark, pink welts and
dark, purple bruises.

Jerking Evelyn off the couch by a handful of her blonde hair, I
half-dragged her to the bathroom. Evelyn had stopped thrashing or
protesting and was just sobbing through the sodden panty gag.

I forced the white girl to her knees and towered over her,
keeping her upright with my grip on her hair.

“See this?” I demanded, thrusting my dark pussy near her face.
“THIS is your world from now on, white girl.  THIS is your sole
purpose in life – to please my pussy.”  I pushed her head back
and straddled the kneeling girl’s face. “YOU don’t matter
anymore. THIS is what you are worth!”

With that, I relaxed my aching bladder.

A forceful stream of hot piss hit the surprised girl in the face.
She gave a strangled yelp of protest, before I squeezed her head
tightly between my big thighs, effectively holding her face in
the heavy stream. She tried to scream, but only choked as the
urine splashed up her nose and soaked the panties wadded in her
mouth.  She sputtered and squirmed, but couldn’t break free.

Eventually, she went limp and kneeled placidly as I emptied my
very full bladder onto her upturned face.

After a few minutes, my stream slowly turned to trickle and then
stopped all
together.  The nude white girl was still kneeling on the cold
bathroom tile, eyes clenched shut, sobbing gently.

I eased the tight grip I had on her hair, a bit.

“Had enough, white girl?” I demanded.

Slowly opening her tearful eyes, Evelyn nodded.

“Who’s in command, here?” I demanded.

“Ooo ah” the blonde sobbed through her dripping gag.

“And what is your purpose in life?” I asked, a little more
gently, as I released my hold on her hair and removed the sodden
mass of fabric from her mouth.

Evelyn worked her aching jaws a little and licked her chapped
lips.

“To be your bitch,” she whispered, looking up at me with
submissive eyes.

Unbidden the nude blonde sidled close and gently buried her face
in my crotch.  I lifted a leg to rest on her shoulder, in order
to provide better access, and soon felt her tongue working
slavishly at my black womanhood.

“That’s right, Evelyn,” I sighed, fondly stroking the blonde
girl’s softly bobbing head. “You’re my bitch, now. Remember
that!”
