Title: Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: Chapter 5
Keywords: F/F, f/F, inter, bdsm, exab, humil
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Short Summary: White females submitting to Black females.



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Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders
Chapter 5






"LOLA! Get in her this instant!"

"Yes Mrs Lowenstien? Is there anything wrong?"

"What the hell are these?"

"Those are your panties Mrs, 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?"

"Mrs they were dirty, I just felt better putting them in the wash."

"Gosh you must be dumb. Your just begging for me to call INS aren't 
you."

"No Mrs Lowenstien, 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 clean all the time."

"Then why is there dust on these shelves? Gosh, do you really want to 
be on the first boat back to Haiti?"

"No Ma'am, I'm sorry. I will do better."

"See that you do. There are plenty of immigrant black women like 
yourself begging to land a job like this. You just remember that."

"Yes Mrs Lowenstien, thank so very much."


<Ring Ring Ring>

"Lola, see who that is calling."

"Right away Ma'am."



With a sigh of frustration at her newest maids incompetence, Cindy 
Lowenstien resumed changing for the social engagements later on in the 
day. These engagements always required the wealthy woman to look her 
best, especially when it made the other women in the community only 
that much more jealous. Ever since Thomas first slide that large 
diamond ring across her finger, she'd been the envy of every woman.

But she certainly couldn't do it all with dirty panties. Either Lola learned 
how to hand wash them properly, or she'd have to find yet another 
immigrant black woman to take her place.


"Mrs Lowenstien, it is your daughter, she wants to talk with you." Spoke 
Lola as she rushed into the master bedroom.

"Oh wonderful, thank you Lola. Now be a good little maid and wash 
these like your supposed to." Throwing her silk panties at the humble 
woman, Cindy turned to walking briskly over to the phone and picked it 
up.


"Hello baby, is every thing going well?"

"Hello mother. Everything is going....ok. Um....I was wondering if you 
could please come pick me up from Trish's house?"

"Come pick you up? But I'm getting ready for the Social later today, 
can't her parents bring you home?"

"Well her parents aren't home at the moment, and Trish says she really 
wants to finally meet you."

"Meet me? Isn't this the girl who stole your captaincy on the squad? 
Gosh Amber, I have no idea why you insist on being friends with this 
girl."

"Please mother, lets not talk about this again. Now write down this 
address."

Cindy took a moment to find paper and a pen before writing down her 
daughter's location.

"Ok sweetie, I'll come right now. But be ready when I get there. I can't 
be late to the Social."

"Yes mother, I'll try to be ready...<SLAP>....Oweeee....um....I've got to 
go mother!"

"Wait, what was that sound. Is everything ok?"

"Ah, yes yes, everything is just fine. Trish was only trying to make me 
hurry up....<SLAP>....Ahhh....Bye, please come soon....<CLICK>."


Cindy remained standing in momentary confusion. "That was certainly 
an odd call." In any case she was only slightly concerned as she hung up 
the phone with her daughter. It was indeed rare for her to ever be asked 
to pick up Amber from a friend's house. Usually the other parents were 
so happy to have Amber playing with their daughter, that they always 
offered to bring her home personally.

Never the less Cindy pushed her pride aside as she readied herself. 
Putting on a fresh pair of silk panties, she hurriedly put on a fashionable 
dress before making her way out to the Mercedes. Soon she was off and 
away from the respected upper class neighborhood and towards the 
address her daughter had given her. As she drove, Cindy couldn't shake 
away how unusual her daughter sounded, and even regretful at having to 
ask her mother to pick her up.

Mrs Lowenstien knew very little about this new friend of her daughter's. 
Only that she was a fellow cheerleader and the new captain of the squad. 
Cindy recalled how disappointed she was after learning of her daughter's 
decision to surrender the captaincy to this new girl. It was quite the 
shame. Colleges tend to look at things like that and being the captain of 
your high school cheerleading squad could have gone a long way 
towards getting her into one of the IV league schools. Mrs Lowenstien 
had big ambitions for her daughter.

Never the less, both girls seemed to really be hitting it off. It wasn't long 
before her daughter was seemingly spending all her free time with this 
girl. So overall Cindy was actually happy her daughter found a friend 
she enjoyed so much. And who knows, maybe they'd even go to the 
same college after high school.

With a relaxed sigh, Mrs Lowenstien pulled off the highway and 
continued following her daughter's directions into the inner city streets. 
So into her own thoughts, she hardly noticed the staggering change in 
style of the houses. What was once slight concern was slowly turning 
into mild confusion as she slowed her car to take note of the lower 
income housing.

"This can't be!" Questioned the worried mother as she re-examined the 
directions again. Turning around, she double backed to make sure she 
was on the right street. Indeed she was.

Again she looked at the houses up and down the street. There was no 
mistaking it, this was a lower middle class black neighborhood.

"But why would she tell me to come here?" The very confused women 
wondered. She just couldn't fathom the possibility that her daughter 
could be friends with another white girl who lived in such a low class 
neighborhood. Not even for a moment did it occur to her that the friend 
might not even be white.

Pushing on, she continued on her trek. Pressing further and further into 
the inner streets despite her worries. Finally she came upon the house 
indicated on the address. A two story building that looked only slightly 
better than the surrounding houses, as if some work had been done to it 
recently.

With her out of place Mercedes parked in the drive way, Cindy made her 
way to the door and rang the bell.

After a brief moment, the door was opened. Mrs Lowenstien quickly 
took note of the white woman greeting her at the door and almost took a 
step back. Though wearing rather raggy clothing with a stereotypical 
maid's apron, and a feather duster in her hand, the woman looked 
completely out of place.

She was roughly the same age as herself, but even with her dirty hands 
and tired face, Cindy knew this wasn't the normal life for this woman. 
Cindy hadn't become a community socialite for nothing. She could 
always read a person's character from the moment she first saw them, 
and this woman was clearly not what she appeared to be. The manicured 
nails attested to that, and her eyes spoke of a kinder, more authoritative 
time in her life not all that long ago.

Why this woman was now standing before her wearing a silly little 
apron in a black neighborhood was a question she could not answer.

"Hello, may I help you?" The woman asked, with a hint of bitterness in 
her voice.

"Yes hello, I am here to pick up my daughter Amber. Is she ready?"

Cindy saw the woman pause for a moment, looking at her almost with 
slight pity, then led her into the house.

Looking around, the home looked pretty much like what she'd expect, 
though very clean. The white woman had obviously taken her duties 
seriously. 

"The girls are upstairs. The young Mistress wants you to go up there to 
retrieve your daughter."

"Mistress?" Cindy wondered. This woman was certainly a well trained 
maid. But feeling the need to make absolutely sure, she took the 
opportunity. "Excuse me for asking, but is Trish your daughter?"

Quite surprisingly the woman began blushing as she answered. "No....I 
am the....um....family....servant Jennifer.." She was clearly not proud of 
her position "...Now if you'll excuse me, I must get back to my 
cleaning."

With that, the middle aged white women swiftly moved off to dust a 
shelf. It was at that moment that Mrs Lowenstien saw the picture frames 
on the shelf being dusted. All of them contained black people. What was 
once worry, turned confusion, was now full fledged anger. 

"How dare my daughter socialize with a black girl? How stupid can she 
be? How does she expect to get anywhere in life having friends like 
that?" She knew these thoughts were morally wrong, but anger and 
disappointment flooded her emotions none the less as she stormed up the 
stairs, towards Trish's room.

Once there she readied herself to burst through the door, but paused 
momentarily as she heard some mumbling on the other side. Curious, 
she moved her ear closer to the door, yet still couldn't make out who or 
what was being said. Moments later there was a loud crack, followed by 
a restrained cry of pain. Mrs Lowenstien took a quick breath as she 
realized who had made that cry. It was her daughter Amber.

Not waiting another second, she turned the handle and burst through the 
door. What she saw drained all the blood from her face.

Hanging from the ceiling, naked, with a tear strained face was her 
precious teenage daughter Amber. Cindy almost fell to her knees as she 
saw her dear daughter hanging by her hands from the rope attached to 
the ceiling. Her tan breasts and pert pink nipples quivering under the 
ragged breathing. The rest of her slim body a criss-crossing pattern of 
pinkish/red marks.

Standing confidently next to her daughter, with a crop in her hand, was a 
black teenage girl.

For a moment, none of the women said a word. Cindy kept looking back 
and forth from her daughter's tear strained face, to her reddened body, to 
the crop in the black teen's hand.

Suddenly the crop came down hard against Amber's bottom, eliciting a 
fresh cry. Cindy placed a hand to her mouth in complete shock.

"Hello Mrs Lowenstien, I've so wanted to meet you. Please undress and 
take your place next to your daughter so that we may get properly 
introduced."

Cindy blinked several times. The words not registering at all in the 
confused mother's brain.

"You know how to undress don't you Mrs Lowenstien? Even a wealthy 
woman like you should be capable of doing it all by yourself without 
someone helping."

Cindy quickly regained her composer, not believing the audacity of this 
girl. How dare she suggest such a thing. Who the hell did she think she 
was, and what the hell was going on here. Mrs Lowenstien was not 
going to wait around here to find out.

"Amber get down from there this instant, we're getting out of here."

Yet Amber remained where she was, in fact looking back at Trish with 
fear, who quickly raised her crop and brought it down again against the 
reddish white cheeks of her personal cheerleader slut.

"Ahhh....56...thank you my Queen!"

Cindy had flinched when she heard the odd phrase spoken by her 
daughter. "My Queen?"

Trish looked coolly at the distressed mother. "I don't think she'll be 
going any where."

"Amber, what's wrong? Why are you letting this...this girl hurt you like 
this? Please just get down, get dressed and come home!"

Trish lightly stroked her pets nipples with the flexible stick while 
speaking "Go ahead Amber, tell your mommy why your letting me whip 
your dumb white ass."

Amber stared at her mother, another tear running down her cheek. 
"Because....because...." Trish flung the crop down across Amber's chest.

"AHHHHH....because....I'm STUPID mommy!.....I'm just a stupid white 
cunt.....who needs to serve her Mistress....<CRACK>....uhhhhhh....her 
BLACK MISTRESS!..... I need, I want to be her slave. Its what I'm 
supposed to be!"

Cindy began to weep at her daughter's words. This is not how she raised 
her daughter. She raised Amber to become a success. To go off to 
college, to marry a rich man, to have a successful life. How dare she risk 
loosing all that by giving in and being a slut to a lower class black girl?

Desperately, Cindy look now at Trish with pleading eyes. "Please let her 
go. You don't need her. There are plenty of other white girls you could 
take. Please, not my daughter, not my baby."

"Yes your daughter, yes your baby. She belongs to me now. Isn't that 
right Amber?"

"Yes my Queen, I belong to you" ....WHACK...."Owwww.....59....thank 
you my Queen!"

Tears filled the mother's eyes as she listened to her daughter's 
admittance. Her breasts turning red as Trish moved the crop down over 
the white girl's well-defined stomach.

"Is it really so hard to believe Mrs Lowenstien? That your daughter 
would want to serve a black girl? Haven't you ever felt the urge to serve 
yourself?"

Cindy stared hard at the black teen through her tears.

"Haven't you ever wanted to kneel before a black woman and kiss her 
toes?"

"No never! That's horrible. I would never be caught doing such a 
degrading thing!"

"I didn't say anything about being caught. But privately, like in your 
home, with someone you've been very disrespectful to!"

Cindy couldn't help but look at the girl with confusion "I don't 
understand. What are you talking about?"

"Amber has been telling me all about your black maid. The one who you 
behave very rudely to all the time."

Mrs Lowenstien didn't respond. She knew exactly what Trish was 
talking about. It was often that she had to yell at Lola for doing 
something wrong. But so what? Where was she going with this?

"Amber tells me that you love to order your black servant around. 
Having her cook your meals, clean your house, wash your dirty panties."

Again Cindy didn't respond.

"You just can't get enough of ordering a black woman around. But I 
know something that you'd love even more, (Cindy held her breath) if 
she ordered YOU around instead!"

Mrs Lowenstien's knees buckled, causing her to lean back against the 
wall to remain standing. A tingle of electricity could be felt deep inside 
her belly.

"I bet you want Her to tell you what to do. YOU want to be the one 
dressed up in a maid uniform. YOU want to be the one cooking HER 
meals, cleaning HER house, washing HER panties. YOU want to be 
HER servant. DONT YOU MRS LOWENSTIEN?"

Cindy completely shocked herself as she found her head shaking yes. A 
cloud of submissiveness was overcoming her. She didn't know how or 
why what the girl was saying was turning her on so much. All she knew 
was that her once cold, dry vagina was now hot and moist. Her mind 
was a swirl of images of her, a rich socialite standing over a sink, 
wearing a degrading maid's uniform, cleaning her black servant's dirty 
panties.


<WHACK> "Uhhhhh....60....thank you my Queen."

Mrs Lowenstien no longer protested the abuse of her teen daughter. In 
fact, she found herself becoming strangely envious of Amber. All this 
talk of serving her maid was making her... 

Trish seemed to know exactly what was going on through the older 
woman's mind. It wasn't all that long ago, during one of her tension 
relieving sessions with Amber that she had predicted Mrs Lowenstien 
would be right at her daughter's side if she ever found out what was 
going on. And now it was time for that to come true.


"Amber, you may come down from the ropes. I want you to bring your 
mother closer to me."

Mrs Lowenstien watched as her daughter actually untied herself from 
the hanging rope, amazed that she could have freely released herself at 
any time. In a moment Amber had come beside her, taking her mother's 
hand, guiding the two of them to where Trish had taken her seat on the 
edge of the bed. The black girl's smooth, strong legs confidently on 
display as she sat crossed legged.

Despite being the one standing, Cindy very quickly felt small before the 
black girl.

"Amber, you may remove your mother's panties."

Cindy gasped at the order. Its implications swirled in her head like a 
tornado. Yet the moment became surreal when she felt her daughter's 
obeying hands reaching under her dress. As the hands slowly made their 
way up her legs, a voice deep inside Cindy was screaming, begging for it 
all to stop before it went completely out of control. But there was an 
even louder force inside her.

Her breathing became faster and more heavy with each moment passing. 
Her daughter's finger's soon wrapping around the band of her 
undergarment, beginning the slow tug down. By now Mrs Lowenstien's 
eyes were locked on Trish's. Unable to look away as her very own 
daughter rolled her silk panties down past her heavy thighs, knees, 
calves, ankles, and finally high heels. Instinctively Cindy raised her feet, 
allowing Amber to freely removed her mother's most intimate garment.

Rising again, Amber then handed them to Trish, who with a smile held it 
up for display on her crop. All three women could see the wet stain on it. 
The musky smell emanating from it revealed what the stain was from.

"My my my, looks like Mrs Lowenstien is a submissive white doggy 
just like her pretty little daughter."

Cindy moaned at the insult. All her life she's demanded powerful white 
men and women show her total respect, yet this impudent black teenager 
was calling her a dog, and she liked it.

Why was all this turning her on so much? How could she get 
so....horny....losing control like this in front of two teens?

Letting the silk panties fall from the crop, Trish continued her game of 
conquest. "Amber, you may remove your mother's dress.

"No!" Came the mousy, almost whispering objection from the fast 
falling wealthy socialite. Trish simply gave her latest conquest a deep, 
intimidating stare. Cindy didn't stand a chance as she passively allowed 
her nude daughter to grab hold of the top of her dress, and slowly began 
lowering it.

Mrs Lowentsien's heart was pumping a millions miles as her upper waist 
became exposed, followed by her intimate pubic mound. This was crazy. 
For the life of her, Cindy couldn't comprehend how this was all 
happening. How she was simply standing there submissively, being 
slowly displayed. All she knew was that she both wanted, and dreaded 
what was soon to come.

With the dress sliding past her curvy hips, it easily fell to the floor. For 
the first time she could feel just how truly turned on she was, as the cool 
air rolled over the cunt juice dripping down her thighs. It was a sight not 
unnoticed by the black tormentor.

"Now her blouse!"

Passively she watched Amber come in front of her and unbutton her 
blouse. It wasn't all that long ago that she remembered putting it on, in 
anticipation of the evening's social engagement. It was clear she would 
not be making it as her daughter soon went to work removing her last 
protective clothing, her bra.

Another second and Cindy stood completely naked in her high heels.

"Hmmmm, very nice. Its always a treat to inspect the intimate regions of 
America's wealthy white women. Mrs Lowentien please be a good dear 
and spread your lips for me with your fingers."

With trembling fingers and not an ounce of resistance left, Mrs 
Lowenstien, a wealthy upper class community socialite and mother of 
one, lowered her fingers to her moist sex, and promptly spread her labia 
lips for the black teenage girl. For the life of her, she couldn't understand 
how she could be so willing to allow this low class black girl to torment 
her like this? Why was it all feeling so natural?

"Mrs Lowentien, this puss is really soaking up isn't it?" Teased Trish, as 
she began slowly rubbing the older woman's opened, excited sex with 
the end of the crop, eliciting a low moan. 

"You know Mrs Lowentien, you white females must really learn your 
place." Trish gave the trembling white mother's clit a light flick with the 
crop, making her knees slightly buckle. 

"Just look at your daughter here, she resisted at first, but now she's 
become the perfect white subby bitch, aren't you princes?"

With half closed eyes Mrs Lowentien heard her daughter's reply "Yes 
my Queen, I am your white subby bitch."

"You see? I own your prissy daughter. Her white ass now belongs to me. 
Isn't that lovely?"

"YESSSSS" The reply managed to shock to tormented mother. Did she 
not care for her daughter anymore? Did she really find it "Lovely" that 
her aspiring young daughter was now a slave to a low class girl?

The truth of the matter was that because of Trish's incessant pussy 
rubbing, Cindy would have said anything the young Black Mistress 
wanted. She needed the attention she was getting, in fact craved it. If 
only Trish would.....

"Please....."

"Please what Mrs Lowenstien?"

"Please stick it....inside.

"Stick it inside where Mrs Lowenstien?"

"Please stick it inside my.....inside my...."

Trish giggled at the sight of a horny, middle aged wealthy white woman 
begging to have a stick shoved up her sopping wet cunt, yet too 
embarrassed to fully admit it. But Trish had other plans at the moment, 
and they included whipping every one of those voluminous, motherly 
curves.

Mrs Lowentien moaned pathetically as Trish removed her ridding crop 
from her sex. Her wealthy, snobbish lifestyle meaning nothing compared 
to the frustrating need for satisfaction. Cindy hardly objected when she 
felt her daughter's hands lifting her arms to the ropes above. Hardly even 
realized the full implications of getting her wrists tied tight, her body 
stretched and exposed to the black teen coming about, with the wicked 
crop in her clutches.


"So Mrs Lowenstien, what's the name of this black servant of yours?"

Cindy hesitated for a moment, feeling the crop caressing her body. 

"Lola! Her name is Lola."

"Ah, Lola. A very nice sounding name, almost too good for a maid don't 
you think?"

Cindy didn't respond, still too focused on the caressing stick.

<WHACK> Cindy's ass went on fire as the sting registered in her brain, 
causing her to cry out.

"ANSWER ME!"

"Yes yes, too good of a name!"

Amber, I don't think your mother is paying proper attention. Go and play 
with her horny nipples for her."

Cindy immediately started feeling regretful as she watched her daughter 
rise and walk in front of her. No! She didn't want it to be her daughter 
hurting her. Not her little princess. 

<WHACK> As Trish connected another painful sting to the rich 
mother's pale cheeks, Amber reached up and wrapped her fingers around 
her mother's rock hard nipples. Both mother and daughter stared into 
each other's eyes, with Cindy's pleading for Amber not to do it, Amber 
almost regretful that she had to. 

A cry of pain escaped the lips of Mrs Lowenstien as Amber squeezed 
her fingers hard together. The mother was powerless to stop the attack 
while her daughter relentlessly pinched and twisted her mother's poor 
nipples. The whole time, neither women looked away from each other's 
eyes.

<WHACK>

"So Mrs Lowentien, when you go back home today, who is going to be 
the new Mistress of the house?"

Cindy bit her lower lip. She knew what Trish was expecting her to say, 
and she so badly wanted to say it, but....but....

<WHACK>

"I said, who will be the new Mistress of the Lowentien home?"

"Mmmm....my....mmmmaid.....Lola"

<WHACK>

"And who'll be the new servant of the house?"

"I.....I WILL"

<WHACK> This hit against her soar buttocks was the hardest yet. With 
her daughter still abusing her nipples, the Cindy's body was quickly 
becoming overwhelmed. She could feel the pulsing of her cunt.

"Who will be doing all the cleaning from now on?"

"I WILL"

<WHACK> 

"Who will be cooking all the meals?"

"I WILL"

<WHACK>

"Who will be washing all the dirty panties?"

"I WILL"

<WHACK>

"Who will be spending all her free time kissing her Black Mistress's 
Feet?"

"I WILL"

<WHACK>

Suddenly Trish moved the crop between the trembling mother's thighs 
from behind. Cindy was so close to the edge now. Even a slight breeze 
of air against her lips would send her off.

"So Mrs Lowenstien, who will become the best stupid white subby bitch 
to her former Black Maid?"

Cindy gulped before fully surrendering, "I WILL!"

<WHACK>

With an un-Earthly scream, Mrs Lowentien's body burst like a dam. Her 
body shaking uncontrollably as her whipped pussy violently convulsed, 
freely releasing copious amounts of female juice. With Amber still 
grasping her mother's nipples, Cindy's body bucked wildly on the ropes 
for what seemed like hours, before finally becoming limp.

Releasing her bonds, Cindy collapsed to the floor still moaning and 
cumming at the feet of a black woman. A place she never thought she'd 
ever be, and a place where she'd be staying for a long long time.


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Mrs Lowentien watched as the young male studs did there pre-game 
exercises. Running, stretching, and generally goofing off as fans filled 
the stands. Cindy really wasn't even sure why she was here. She had 
never been very interested in seeing football games, or rarely attended 
her daughter's cheerleading practices. She just had so many other 
activities that required her presence.

That was of course before she had met Trish. Now those activities 
seemed less and less important in her life. Last night Trish had ordered 
the wealthy woman to attend the game, saying she would witness a very 
special cheerleading performance.

This of course caused her to cancel yet another significant social 
engagement today, which she had been planning on attending for some 
time now. Yet she had learned well enough by now not to question a 
black woman's command. Her new Mistress Lola had ensured that.

Cindy resisted the erg to sit down as long as she could. She had come to 
the game straight off a fresh paddling. Apparently, her maid training had 
hit a few bumps with her Mistress and was punished accordingly. But 
regretfully, she soon took her seat before there wasn't any room left.


"Are you ok?"

Cindy turned to look at the woman sitting next to her. The woman had 
obviously seen the look of discomfort on her face when she rested her 
sore bottom on the bleacher seat.


"Ah, yes I am fine thank you." Mrs Lowenstien did her best to look 
sincere.

"No problem, you just looked like you were in pain. These seats are a bit 
hard on the backside. So which boy is yours?"

"Boy? What do you mean?"

"Do you have a son playing in the game?"

"Well no actually, I'm here to watch my daughter. She's one of the 
cheerleaders."

"Oh really? What's her name?"

"Amber"

"Amber! Wow, you really have a beautiful daughter. I've seen her cheer 
before, she's fantastic. Wasn't she once the captain of the squad?"

Cindy momentarily looked away in disappointment, especially knowing 
the real reason why.

The woman held her hand out, "My name is Mary Struat."

Cindy smiled at the woman and shook her hand "I'm Cindy 
Lowenstien." Both women smiled mutually.

"To be honest with you Cindy, I'm not here to watch the football game 
either. I'm very interested in watching the cheerleaders."

Mrs Lowenstien gave her a quizzical look. Mary laughed when she saw 
the expression on the mother's face.

"No no, not in THAT way. I'm actually a high school cheerleading coach 
myself. I'm here to scout the competition. I've heard great things from 
this squad. Too great actually. You see at the end of each year, the City 
Cheerleading Association awards the best squad with a trophy. Usually 
the race comes down to between Jessica and I." 

Cindy again looked confused "Jessica?"

"You know, Jessica Simons! She's the Coach of your daughter's squad."

Cindy made a fake expression of realization. But the truth of the matter 
was that she really had no clue who Jessica Simons was, never mind the 
fact that she was her daughter's Coach.

"Any way, usually it's her and I who have the best squad year in and 
year out. We've actually gotten to have quite a bit of a rivalry going 
between us."

"So who's going to win it this year?"

"That's what I'm here to find out. Apparently Jessica's added a few new 
girls into the group that has really catapulted her squad to the top. I need 
to see what my girls are up against."


Almost on cue, the cheerleaders came rushing out onto the field from the 
locker rooms. Instantly both women were taken aback by just how many 
black girls were on the squad, roughly half. Its known black girls are 
rarely seen on cheerleading squads, so half was really unique.

"Wow, I had no idea Jessica had made such a significant change. Last 
year she didn't have a single black girl."

"Is it really such a big deal? Do they really improve the squads?" Cindy 
wondered out loud.

"Well from my experiences, black girls do tend to be a little more 
athletic. But their authoritative attitudes can get really annoying. I have 
two on my squad to keep the school board happy, but HALF? That's 
almost like cheating."

They continued to watch as the girls moved closer to the stands. Cindy 
could immediately make out Amber. She was as pretty as always, 
running in her form fitting uniform. But the mother couldn't help but 
remember where that pretty little face had been not too long ago. 
Between the legs of the equally beautiful black teenage girl running near 
her.

"I believe the girl next to your daughter is the new captain. I've heard 
she's very good."

Cindy's tingling cunt spoke of the stinging pain it had once received. 
"Yes, she's very good indeed." Mary could just catch a hint of 
embarrassment on her new friend's face.

"I wonder where Jessica is? She usually always accompanies her girls 
out onto the fields...." Suddenly a look of complete shock overcame the 
coach. "Oh my GOSH! IS THAT...HER?"

Mrs Lowenstien quickly looked back at the squad, which had by now 
assembled in front of the stands. For a moment, Cindy was unsure what 
Mary had been referring to. All she could see were cheerleaders. White 
ones, black ones, tall ones, short ones, and...and....

She almost had to do a double take before believing her own eyes. 
Standing in the middle of the squad was what appeared to be a middle 
aged white woman, dressed up in full cheerleading garb, and looking 
utterly humiliated. The uniform, obviously too small for her larger 
frame, stretching humorously across her chest, while barely covering her 
upper thighs.

The men for the most part hardly took notice, choosing instead to 
whistle at the teens in skimpy uniforms. But Cindy clearly could hear the 
women around her giggling as they took noticed of the spectacle. It 
quickly spread until most were pointing and laughing.

"What on earth is she doing?" Said an amused, yet still flabbergasted 
rival coach.

Cindy continued to closely analyze the woman, who despite looking 
embarrassed beyond belief, still managed to maintain a perky bright 
smile like the rest of the cheerleaders. What ever the reason for being 
dressed like that, the woman was apparently taking the act very 
seriously.

In a few moments the football game began and everybody seemed to 
calm down as they paid attention to the game. Yet it didn't take long for 
their eyes to quickly revert back to the spectacle closer to them. Both 
Cindy and Mary's eyes became riveted on the older cheerleader as she 
did her best to follow along with the younger girls. It almost became 
comical watching her struggle to keep her large breasts from bouncing 
obscenely in her tight top, threatening to pop out at any moment.

But the scandal had just begun. When the girls began to do more 
physical exercises, a new wave of shock hit the crowd. As different girls 
twirled and jumped, it was quickly becoming obvious that none of the 
white girl's had any panties on. 

Tone white legs framed the pink on display as men hooted and whistled, 
while the women bitterly hissed, expressing their extreme disapproval.

As un-usual as the performance was, none of the girls seemed to act as if 
anything was out of the ordinary. White girls continued their routines 
unabated, despite the fact that their intimate sexes could be seen by all. 
While the black girls did seem to have their regulation cheerleading 
panties on, they to didn't seemed to be bothered by the exhibitionist 
display of their white counterparts.

A few weeks ago, Mrs Lowenstien would have dropped dead from 
watching her daughter so shamelessly display herself like this in public. 
Of course that was when she had sat firmly atop the social standings of 
the community. Back when she had been married to a successful 
businessman. Back when she was the wealthy, respected, mother of an 
aspiring young daughter.

And on the outside none of that had changed. She was still well 
respected, still envied of her marriage, and still had a beautiful daughter. 
But on the inside, so much had change in such a short period of time. 
She had witnessed first hand her daughter's submissive service to a low 
class black girl. She had allowed the same black girl to dominate her 
mind, body, and soul. And then shockingly agreed to switch roles with 
her own servant, and is now the maid of her own home, serving Lola in 
every way. Cindy looked down at her dirty fingernails and wanted to 
weep, despite the itch in her cunt.


However, the woman sitting beside the distraught mother was thinking 
quite different thoughts. With a growing evil smile, Mary took in the 
whole circus going on before her. Never had she in a millions years 
dreamed of something like this happening. Her arch coaching rival 
performing like some teenage cheerleader, seemingly humiliating herself 
for no apparent reason.

Mary had come here very worried, expecting full well that she'd lose this 
years Cheerleading Award to her despised rival. But now, as she 
watched Miss Simons foolishly prance around, exposing herself, she 
knew she'd be the one winning when she was through with her.


The rest of the game pretty much went the same. Despite the occasional 
breast pop out of Miss Simons, nothing else surprising took place. 
Except at the end of the game of course.

While most of the women in the stands had calmed their hissing and 
taunting down to mild bitterness, the men and young boys never let up in 
their excitement. So it was really of no surprise when one by one, a 
black cheerleader would lead a reluctant white cheerleader off to the side 
fences where the local boys seemed to be gathering. At first it was 
difficult to see what was going on. The fence, being off to the side, made 
it hard for most spectators to witness. But soon it became apparent to 
both Cindy and Mary what was going on.

One by one, a black teen would present a white girl in front of the fence, 
and while standing behind her, would unceremoniously peel back the 
uniform top of the white girl, exposing the pale breasts beneath to the 
hungry hands.

From behind, Cindy could clearly see Trish presenting Amber to a group 
of boys, who jousted for position as Trish lifted the top. Mrs Lowenstien 
felt numb watching her daughter get fondled in public by strangers.

Miss Simons was no exception as a young looking black girl guided the 
heavy footed older woman to the fences, where her large orbs where 
displayed as well. Mary could just see the grimiced look on the face of 
her rival as an older man gave them a hard squeeze. Not finished with 
her task, the black teen took hold of the front of Miss Simons' skirt and 
lifted it up as well, allowing full access to the flesh that lay beneath 
there.


Having seen enough, Mrs Lowenstien rose to say goodbye to Mary. 
Then she hurriedly made her way to the Mercedes. Her Mistress was 
expecting her home shortly, and she still had plenty of cleaning left to 
do. 

Mary on the other hand continued to watch with excitement at the never 
ending spectacle. She just couldn't believe her luck. No longer was she 
preoccupied with thinking how to best her rival. Instead she was 
thinking up all the delicious ways she could take full advantage of her 
rival's stupidity. And the ones she came up with made her smile.


-----


Miss Simons meekly followed behind Sasha as they exited the field. Her 
tender breasts aching under the tight fitting top due to all the pinching 
and squeezing. This easily reminded her of the time she had scolded 
Trish for encouraging this type of shameful displaying. 

Now she had willingly allowed her own white breasts to be revealed, to 
be manhandled by complete strangers, as well as having their nasty 
fingers probe and prod her sex. Gosh she needed a shower.

But it was all over, at least for now. For weeks she had dreaded the day 
of her first real performance. The day she'd have to face the world and 
perform as Trish's newest "Little White Cheerleader". 

But she had done it. She had proven to Trish that she could, at least she 
hoped she did. Never the less it was over for now. She didn't have to 
hide her eyes from all those women shaming her, or all those men 
salivating at the older slut with no panties. Yes indeed it all had been 
very embarrassing.


Back inside the locker room all the girls had begun undressing for the 
showers. Miss Simons couldn't help but stare longfully at Trish as she 
pealed off her uniform, revealing her sweaty dark statue-esc body before 
strolling into the showers. The former coach no longer challenged the 
notion of Natural Dominance. She now knew her place as a white 
woman serving a black. She had fully accepted it. She wanted nothing 
more than to become Trish's slave. To be down on her knees worshiping 
those feet, kissing those strong black legs, planting her tongue deep into 
her Mistress's round ass.

But that job was Amber's. Pretty white Amber. Miss Simons found 
herself getting jealous and angry at the attention Trish gave Amber over 
herself, but she knew why. There was no way she could compete with 
the white teen. Her toned body looked almost as good as Trish's, only it 
wasn't black. Never the less her long blond hair, perky tits, and athletic 
build was more than anything the middle aged former coach could 
compare to.

And as proof to that, Miss Simons took note of the new tattoo present on 
Amber's ass as she disappeared behind Trish into the misty showers. 
Written in small but decorative letters on her upper left cheek were the 
words "Trish's Property".

With a slight sigh, Miss Simons removed her uniform and followed 
Sasha into the showers where she began her now regular chore of 
lathering up the young girl's black body. Rubbing her shoulders, then her 
back, followed by the light washing of her small pert breasts and belly. 
The hardening dark nipples spoke of Sasha's growing excitement. As 
Miss Simons kneeled to the floor to wash Sasha's legs, it was becoming 
obvious Sasha wanted something more than a simple cleaning. 

"Hmmmm, good coachy. Rub my soar legs, that feels soooo good."

Miss Simons continued to message her partner's thighs as commanded, 
hoping it would be enough to satisfy the young girl. She should have 
known better.

"But you know what would feel even better don't you?"

Miss Simons didn't answer, knowing full well where she was going with 
this.

"You did a most excellent job on my puss last time. I wonder if that 
looong pink tongue of yours is still numb?"

Again the coach didn't speak, only shaking her head no slightly as she 
began washing the girl's strong calves.

"Great to hear. I think I might just be using it again today after the 
showers. How does my coachy feel about that?"

Miss Simons looked up at the young black girl with worried eyes. 
"Please, no Sasha...I....I can't. Not again."

Sasha simply smilled back at her. "Don't give me any of that silly. I saw 
perfectly well what you were doing after you finished licking me last 
time. You couldn't rub that clitty of yours fast enough."

Miss Simons gasped as she felt Sasha's big toe pressing into her sex, 
scratching her clit. She had lifted her right foot between the knelling 
thighs of the older woman. Miss Simons couldn't help but let out a low 
moan as she closed her eyes and found herself rubbing her hips back.

"Doesn't this feel good coachy?"

"Huh huh!" Was all she could muster.

"Do you want me to continue?"

The coach nodded her head yes. She needed this after all the attention on 
the field.

"Sure thing.... right after you lick my puss!"

Miss Simons opened her eyes wide at Sasha. She couldn't mean right 
here, IN THE SHOWER? Taking a quick look around, clearly a few of 
the girls were looking her way, watching the game being played. Miss 
Simons looked over at Trish, who was slightly bent over against the wall 
as Amber gingerly washed her shapely ass.

"Go on, do it quick. She'll never know!" Sasha gave the quivering clit 
one last flick with her toe before lowering her foot to the ground and 
spreading her legs slightly.

Again Miss Simons looked over to where Trish and Amber were. Trish 
had specifically forbidden any sexual contact between the cheerleaders. 
Yet here she was, kneeling on the wet tile floor, staring at the dark lips 
of the girl's vagina. Last time she was in this position, they were alone 
and it had taken forever for the young girl to cum. Now they were being 
watched by several of the girls and Trish's disapproving eye threatened 
to turn around at any moment. But all she had to do was give her a quick 
lick. A quick flick of the tongue and she'd get her own pussy played with 
by Sasha's scratching toes.

Miss Simons moved her head forward as she positioned her mouth up 
near the heated pussy. Then she darted out her tongue. But instead of it 
coming back into her mouth as expected, she found her entire face 
wedged between Sasha's thighs, her tongue implanted inside the pink 
cunt.

A muffled moan escaped the captured coach as she realized Sasha's 
hands were firmly holding her head against the dark sex. Jessica tried to 
wiggle out but it was no use.

"You better hurry up and get to work before she turns around to see what 
the horny white slut is doing!"

Miss Simons paused only briefly, followed by Sasha's deep sigh as her 
former coach hungrily went to work on her cunt. Miss Simons began 
flicking her tongue anywhere it would go. Every second counted. With 
the hot water beating down on her back while she attacked the young 
girl's clit and lips in the desperate effort to make the brat cum. The last 
thing she wanted was for Trish to discover what she was doing. It would 
only mean trouble.

But thanks to her efforts, this time she could feel Sasha's cunt begin to 
quiver. Another moment and she'd be on the verge of orgasm. She was 
so close. Just a second longer and ......

Miss Simons' own vagina exploded in intense pain as someone began 
pinching the hell out of her blood engorged clit, causing her to clamp her 
teeth down hard around Sasha's clit as well, eliciting a horrible scream 
from the black girl. Both females shuddered and collapsed to the ground 
in wave after wave of pain and pleasure. Miss Simons' clit struggled to 
throb and pulse as the mysterious, unmerciful fingers continued to 
squeeze her little bud flat. In another moment, she passed out on the tile 
floor, the hot water still beating down on her naked limp body.


-----


"Miss Simons, get in my office this instant!"

Jessica moaned as she rolled over, barely hearing Trish's demands as she 
came to on the floor of the showers. Looking around, she quickly 
noticed all the girls had gone and all the showers had been turned off. 
She herself was still naked but relatively dry, except for the wet matted 
hair.

"I said get your white ass in here. MOVE IT!"

Trish's voice came from the coach's office, her 'former' office. Trish was 
apparently in there waiting for her. As she rose, the pain in her abused 
clitoris was still throbbing.

Stepping out of the shower she searched momentarily for a dry towel, 
but only succeeded in finding a pile of soaked ones on the floor. 
Wrapping one around her as best she could, she moved into 'Trish's 
office'. Inside she found Sasha and Trish. Sasha was completely dressed, 
yet sat uncomfortably in the chair across from Trish. Her clit must also 
still be hurting.

Since the only chair was already taken, Trish motioned the toweled 
woman to kneel on the floor next to Sasha. Jessica complied 
immediately.

"Now Miss Simons, I have been having a long conversation with Sasha 
about your activities together. I just will not tolerate sexual behavior 
amongst my girls while we are together. There are certain things I will 
not stand for and I demand professionalism. So Sasha has agreed to no 
longer take advantage of your natural submissiveness while you are 
here."

Jessica felt a sigh of relief. She so dreaded her moments with Sasha.

"However. I have agreed to her suggestion that I give you to her on a 
more frequent basis."

Miss Simons held her breath.

"We have agreed that after every practice or game, Sasha's father will no 
longer take her home. Instead YOU will drive Sasha to her house, where 
you will then bring her off in any fashion she demands. Since we usually 
have practice three times a week, you will be expected to satisfy Sasha 
after every single one of them. This will go on for as long as I see fit, do 
you understand?"

"But....but...." Miss Simons was getting distraught. She didn't want this. 
It was enough she had to be humiliated at school, now she was being 
asked to extend it. If anything, she wanted to belong to Trish. To lick her 
cunt. To bring her off. To serve her after school.

"Please, I really don't feel this is necess...."

"Miss Simons, you will not be giving me a hard time. I have made my 
decision. Its only fair that Sasha gets the use of your services. All the 
other white girls are being asked to do much more than you. They also 
have to serve their partner for at least an hour after school. Amber is 
waiting for me at my house as we speak."

Miss Simons couldn't even fathom what type of activities Trish and 
Amber did at her house.

"But since your an adult, and have more responsibilities outside of the 
school, I am only requiring you to serve the amount of time it takes to 
bring Sasha to orgasm. Now I wont ask you again, do you understand?"

Miss Simons lowered her head "Yes Trish, I understand."

"Very good. This will start next week. Happy now Sasha?"

Sasha brightly shook her head yes.

"Then you may leave. But Miss Simons, I would like you to stay for a 
moment."

As Sasha got up to leave, she paused for a moment to whisper to her 
former coach. "Hope that tongue of yours is ready for what I've got 
waiting for it. Your going to pay for biting my clit bitch!" And she 
walked out.

Despite already being rather cold, the deep chill running up Miss 
Simons' back was completely independent. But as Trish had ordered, she 
remained kneeling on the floor, basically naked and wet.

"Miss Simons, I just wanted to let you know how proud of you I am. 
Though you clearly have a lot of improvement left to go, you still 
performed very well as one of my cheerleaders."

Jessica couldn't help but smile at the complements.

"The men especially loved seeing that older bod of yours giggling in that 
tight uniform, though I don't think the women liked it very much."

Miss Simons cringed as she remembered the staring and jeering of the 
crowd.

"Now on to another matter. Don't think that I haven't noticed the way 
you have been looking at me in the locker room these past few months."

The former coach began blushing.

"I know full well where those eyes are looking in the showers. I've even 
seen that envious look on your face when ever Amber is tending to me. I 
think its obvious that it is more than just natural dominance at work 
here. Admit it Miss Simons, you truly worship me don't you?"

Jessica couldn't bear to look Trish in the eye as she slowly shook her 
head yes.

"Tell me Miss Simons. Tell me how much you worship my black body!"

Jessica finally lifted her head and looked directly at the young vixen 
who had so changed her life. The girl who came into her world and 
turned it upside down. The once authoritative head cheerleading coach 
of Dalefield High, now nothing more than a naked, submissive pet 
cheerleader all because of her.

"Oh Trish, I need you so bad. I can't stop thinking about you. Every firm 
curve, your dark smooth skin, your feminine beauty. Its so 
overwhelming. I'd worship you every moment of the day. I'd worship 
you like no woman should. When I see you with Amber, I get so jealous. 
I want it to be ME washing your body, ME kissing your toes, ME who 
you take home after practice. I....I love you Trish!"

Miss Simons' eyes watered as she professed her love to her former 
cheerleader. Pure emotion pouring out of her. For the first time, Jessica 
could see a look of compassion in the eyes of her goddess as Trish rose 
up off her seat and approached the kneeling older woman. 

Kneeling herself, Trish moved forward to place her lips against her 
coach's. Closing her eyes, Miss Simons moaned in lust as feelings 
overwhelmed her. Finally she was realizing her desires. Trish was 
actually kissing her. Jessica opened her mouth to let Trish's exploring 
tongue enter hers. Her towel very quickly fell off her back, now leaving 
her completely nude.

Both women continued kissing for several minutes on the office floor, 
the whole time Trish's hands playing with her pet's breasts. When one of 
those hands finally reached the coach's moist sex, Jessica gasped. She 
was quickly reminded of the throbbing pain still emanating from her 
pinched clit.

"I'm sorry about that baby. I had to do that. I couldn't let the other girls 
think I would allow you to continue the way that you were."

Realizing for the first time that it was Trish who had so cruelly pinched 
her sensitive organ, she relaxed and thrusted her hips out further, her sex 
as an offering.

But Trish pulled her hand away and looking back into the eyes of her 
former coach. "No, not now. You are not ready yet to worship my body. 
You haven't earned it. Not yet!"

A look of tremendous disappointment covered Jessica's face. Trish saw 
it immediately.

"Don't worry sweetie, all in do time. If you continue being my good little 
white cheerleader, I promise you will be able to worship my black body 
soon enough. I promise."

Trish leaned forward and gave Miss Simons another long kiss on the 
lips, before rising off the ground and leaving the office. Jessica remained 
kneeling on the floor for a moment. She was both excited and frustrated 
at the same time. She was soooo close to realizing her lustful desire of 
being with Trish.

But as she thought about her Goddess's last words, "soon enough" Miss 
Simons spirits were lifted. All she had to do was be the best little 
cheerleader she could be, and she'd get her wish. Jessica rose off the 
floor and almost skipped out of the office like a teenage girl in love, 
failing of course to notice the small puddle her overexcited cunt had left 
behind.


-----


<RING>...<RING>...<RING>...

Miss Simons barely made it past her front door when she heard her 
phone ringing. All she wanted to do was get into her bedroom and crawl 
into bed. All that running and cheering had left her body totally drained. 
Yet reluctantly she picked it up. She would later regret it.

"Hello?"

"Well hello there Jess! How's everything going with my favorite rival 
coach?"

Miss Simons held her breath. It was Mary Struat. For years both women 
had been fighting each other off tooth and nail for the coveted City 
Cheerleading Award. What was she up to this time?

"Everything's...going...ok. How are things with you Mary?"

"Well to be honest with you Jess, until very recently I had been quite 
worried about this years results. As good as my girls are, yours have just 
been the talk of the town."

"Is that so?" Spoke the exhausted coach with a hint of sarcasm.

"Quite worried indeed. Then the most wonderful thing happened."

Jessica didn't like the tone in Mary's voice. She didn't know where this 
was going, but she knew it wasn't going to be good.

"And what was that?"

"I went to see your game today!"

Miss Simons' heart froze. A rush of implications were flooding through 
her as she held her breath.

"My my my, it was all quite a sight. Your girls really 
were....um....entertaining!"

Jessica began to panic "Mary listen, what ever you saw..."

"And I really must say those black girls were a really nice addition, they 
really do put your group over the top. But guess who I think was truly 
the star of the show?"

"Mary please, it wasn't what it looked like. I was just...."

"Somebody has an awful lot of explaining to do don't they Jess?"

Miss Simons didn't respond. Instead she just wanted to cry. This woman 
had witnessed her humiliating performance. Mary could ruin her, or at 
least ruin what ever was left to be ruined.

Both women remained silent for a moment, before Mary spoke one last 
time.

"Be at my house in twenty minutes, or certain members of the school 
board will be getting a very disturbing phone call. Oh, and make sure 
your wearing that skimpy little cheerleading outfit you enjoy jumping 
around in so much.

<CLICK>

As the dial tone came on, Miss Simons hung up the phone. It would be a 
very long day indeed!


End of Chapter 5.
To be Continued...


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