Title: Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: 6
Keywords: f/F, f/f, blackmail, reluct, inter, humil
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Short Summary: The Adventure Continues!!!


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" Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders " Part 6
By Phoenix Arrow






The sound of the idle car echoed inside her head as Miss Simons 
stared out at the low-lit house in front of her. Standing on its front 
porch was the woman who had called her here. The woman that had 
brought the tired confused and defeated former high school 
cheerleading coach to the driveway of her hated rival. With a smile 
and a wave, the woman beckoned poor Miss Simons towards her. A 
sigh escaped her lips as Jessica turned off the ignition and took hold of 
the pompoms resting beside her.

Instantly as she stepped outside, the cool night air blew into her 
unbuttoned coat, passed her uselessly short skirt, and briskly over the 
damp pair of panties clinging between her legs. Simons was getting 
wet much too often these days. Quickly Jessica hugged the coat tighter 
to her body, and moved towards her fate.


"Well well well. Would ya look at you!", spoke one Mary Struat. Head 
Cheerleading coach of Saintsville High, and winner of last years county 
cheerleading championships. Mary had a smile from ear to ear as she 
gloated before the timid woman. 

"Your wearing it aren't you? Show me, else you can just wait out here 
until the neighbors see you!"

With trembling fingers, Jessica parts the front of her coat to reveal her 
now infamous two-piece cheerleading outfit. A shriek of joy erupts 
from her rival, unable to believe it is all really true. Despite seeing the 
performance during the game, it was still a shock.

"Well don't just stand there, get in!"

With out a word Miss Simons marched into the house, at least great 
full to get some privacy. Mary closed the door and quickly approached 
the nerved woman, grabbing the heavy coat and pulling it right off 
before the former coach could react fast enough, causing the 
pompoms to fall to the floor. "Turn around!" Mary barked, causing 
Simons to blink several times blankly before turning slowly around. 
The latest female tormenter to enter her life watched eagerly.

"Tisk tisk tisk", taunted Mary, causing Miss Simons' face to flush even 
redder. When Miss Struat reached down to lift Simons' skirt, the 
former coach quickly darted backwards.

"Oh so now you try to be modest. You sure weren't being that out at 
the football game today."

"Please, what do you want from me?" Spoke Miss Simons for the first 
time, eager to get whatever Mary wanted over with as soon as 
possible.

But Miss Struat didn't respond. Instead she gave a wicked smile and 
moved past the over-aged cheerleader to a couch not too far away. 
Taking a seat, she stared for a moment at her trembling victim.

"I want you to cheer for me!"

"What? Are you crazy? I'm out of here!" Simons turned and went for 
the door...

"You walk out of here, and everybody will know what you've been up 
to. EVERYBODY!"

Simons paused. How could she have allowed herself to get into such a 
difficult position? Simons turned back around and stared daggers. 

"You don't know anything. You've got no idea how or why I was out 
there today doing...that stuff..."

"Jessica your right! I simply can't fathom why you would be dressed in 
an ultra tiny uniform, doing jumps and cheers for the crowd with 'NO' 
panties! Let alone afterward wondering over to the far fences to let the 
boys touch your..."

"Stop it! Enough! Please, what to you want from me?"

"Tell me everything. I want to know what the fuck has happened to my 
biggest rival?"

Simons held her breath. She couldn't tell Mary everything. It was just 
too shameful. To humiliating. That a simple black girl had taken over 
her life and her squad. She could never tell, no matter what Mary 
threatened to do. Nothing was worse than telling her everything. With 
that, Simons slowly shook her head no.

A persistent glare formed onto Mary's face. Simons knew it meant 
Mary would not give up so easily.

"Jessica, today I came to your school's football game to see not you, or 
the football players, but your squad. To see what the city and county 
have been raving about all year long. What I saw was quite shocking 
to say the least. All those white girls and no panties. The scandal! 
DONT think I don't see what's going on here."

Simons felt her soul being ripped out of her. If Mary did know what 
was going on, her life would surely be over. Never mind she had lost 
her dignity and the control of her cheerleading squad. If Mary knew 
the truth, things would really get worse.

"I know the truth. It doesn't take a genius to see what you have been 
up to. There was once a time when hard work and dedication meant 
something to you. When putting up spectacular stunts and coordinated 
movements made your past squads the talk of the town. But that's not 
good enough anymore now is it?"

Simons shook her head in confusion, not sure where Mary was going 
with this.

"Your girls haven't got what it takes any more to beat mine. So instead 
you've sold them out and put them on display. In your eagerness to get 
the fans in the stands you've forced your girls to prance around with 
out panties, flashing their cunts to all. No wonder your squads become 
so popular. You've turned Dalefield High's cheerleading squad into a 
strip show!"

Miss Simons jaw dropped again. Miss Struat didn't know a thing. She 
actually thought Simons had done this all on purpose. That it was all 
her idea to send out the white girls in such a state, simply to make her 
squad more popular. As oddly as it was, Miss Simons hid a sigh of 
relief.

"And to think you could be a racist to! What, you don't think the boys 
want to see black girls on display as well? To see their little skirts fly 
into the air as they twirl?"

"No...I...uh..." Jessica was at an obvious loss for words.

"But after all that. After all the boldness of flashing off half your 
squad, it still wasn't enough was it? You still wanted to take it farther. 
You're so full of yourself that you actually believed that putting your 
fat ass into a uniform would seal the deal. That flashing your pussy 
and shaking those tits would make you queen on the county. Well 
congratulations Miss Simons of Dalefield High, you did it. Your 
squads the most popular. And now its time for a little payback."

Jessica swallowed hard. What was Mary going to do?

"Lift up that skirt!"

Jessica began to shake her head slowly no...

"I SAID DO IT....or I'll be placing a call to the city. By tomorrow 
morning, the great Miss Simons will be out of the job!"

Simons didn't know what else to do. Do nothing, and she'd loose what 
little satisfaction she had left in her life. Do what Mary told her to do, 
and she would be admitting what Mary had said was true. Either way 
she was fucked. So Jessica chose the lesser of the two.

With trembling hands and pompoms on the floor beside her, Simons 
reached down, grabbed the sides of her tiny skirt, and lifted.

"I'm afraid you're not in proper uniform Jess!" Simons looked at her 
rival in confusion. "I don't seem to remember panties being apart of the 
squads regulation equipment. OFF!"

With a new numb feeling covering her body, Simons reached under 
her cheerleading skirt and began to tug down the matching red panty 
bottoms. Simons simply couldn't believe the predicament she was in. 
Last year Jessica wanted to rip this woman's eyes out when she lost the 
trophy to her, the first time it had happened in five years. Yet now she 
was in her house, wearing a skimpy, humiliating cheerleading uniform 
and rolling her panties down her thighs. A perverse chill ran down her 
spine at the thought, while the cool room air again tickled her moist 
lips. Why was she always wet?

"That's more like it. Now you're a Dalefield cheerleader. Bring them 
over to me."

Begrudgingly Jessica walked to her rival sitting on the couch and 
handed her moist panties. Mary instantly took notice of their state. A 
pink hue covered Jessica's upper body at the knowing little smirk on 
Mary's face.

Setting the damp cloth onto the coffee table, Mary turned her attention 
back to her rival. "Now like before, lift up that skirt!"

Simons, now standing only a foot away from Mary, did as she was 
told. Trembling fingers and all, she slowly lifted up her skirt giving 
Mary a clear view between her legs. Miss Straut took a brief moment 
to view her victim's sex just long enough to confirm her rival's 
heightened sexual arousal, then looked back up to her face.

"Tell me Jess, does this turn you on? Holding your skirt up for me, as I 
chastise you about your coaching habits?"

...."Yes!" ....

That's of course what Miss Simons would have said if she weren't 
trying to hold on to every last bit of dignity she had left. Her moist 
pussy spoke the truth, despite the head-shaking no upon her neck. A 
year ago this situation would have made her literally drop dead. 
Now...things are different.

"I think your lying. I think this is turning you on. Does being under my 
thumb make those legs weak Miss Simons?" Again a weak, 
desperately negative nod.

Mary leaned forward and unceremoniously blew lightly at Miss 
Simon's pubic area. A heavy gasp escaping Jessica's lips as the fast 
wind tickled and cooled the wet skin of her labias.

"As I said, I see right through your little lies. I had no idea this kind of 
stuff turns you on. If I had, I would have invited you to my home a 
long time ago."

Simons said nothing, continuing to hold her skirt submissively up for 
her tormentor. There was a battle going on in her head. Confusion if 
you will. She new she should be screaming with anger. Cursing and 
spiting venom at the snug bitch holding all the cards. This is not why 
she had spent years striving for championship squads. She wanted to 
best her rival in everything. Not stand pathetically with her skirt up 
around her waist, moaning from an outrageous breath on her sex.

Then why was she so dame wet? This wasn't Trish telling her what to 
do. This wasn't Sasha forcing her to lick her tiny black pussy in the 
showers. This was Mary Struat, her sworn hated rival. Why was she so 
craving this moment? She wasn't even black. Its so...so...unnatural! 
Was she becoming a push over to everyone?

Mary leaned back against the couch satisfied she had increased Miss 
Simons bizarre state of arousal. "Ok Jess, time to show me all of what 
you've leered being a cute little cheerleader! Go get your pompoms 
girl!"

In almost a zombie like state, the former cheerleading coach lowered 
her head and marched over to collect her tools of the trade. She could 
feel her tormentor's eyes on her bottom as she bends over to get them. 
Not because Mary enjoyed the sight of her ass, but because she knew it 
would humiliate Miss Simons that much more. Ever since she began 
cheering for Trish, her body had become firmer and athletic, which 
was one of the few things Simons appreciated from this whole ordeal. 
Even so, she was not proud of the way she was displaying it right now.

With pompoms in hand Miss Simons stood before Mary dreading the 
spectacle she was going to make of herself in mere moments. For 
Mary's part, she was thoroughly enjoying this moment. Never in her 
wildest dreams had she ever thought she could trap Simons into such a 
position. To think Jessica Simons, at her mercy! Mary quite 
understood why there was a buzz in her own cunt.

Yet she still couldn't believe it. That her rival would stoop so low in 
trying to gain an edge. To not only shamefully expose her white 
cheerleaders to the leering crowds, but to expose herself as well. How 
stupid she must be to think she wouldn't get caught. It's a shame that 
Simons was such a racist. Mary wouldn't have minded seeing a little 
black pussy today. She had always had a small thing for dark skinned 
women, especially ones with attitudes. But never mind that now. It 
was time to make the bitch pay for her desperate stupidity.


And for the next hour, poor poor Miss Simons humiliated herself over 
and over with high kicks, jumps, splits, twirls and the like. A red glow 
of shame constantly covered her whole body as she was made to do 
the school cheers. Despite herself, the whole time she hardly ever took 
her eyes of Mary's face. With every flash of her pussy, and every 
shake of her breasts, she wallowed in the humorous smirk on her rivals 
face, craving each degrading moment more than the last. By the time 
Mary had seen enough, Jessica's inner thighs were completely covered 
in her juices and her hard nipples ached for attention.

As Mary rose to go get a small towel, Miss Simons worked her breasts 
back into the tiny top one last time, taking the opportunity to give each 
sensitive nipple a good pinch before Miss Struat returned. When she 
did return, Mary insisted on drying Simons herself. If it were possible, 
Jessica's face became even redder as Miss Struat slide the towel along 
her inner thighs, taking slow and deliberate liberties around the crest of 
her legs. Simons closed her eyes at that moment, not wanting Mary to 
see the whimpering look of submission in them. Yet Simons was truly 
mortified to find her hips slowly grinding back against the soft damp 
towel. Jessica knew that if Mary had chosen to leave her hand their, 
she would have been coming in no time.

Thankfully she did pull her hand away, rising back up to display the 
soaked fabric in front of her face. Jessica could smell the musk coming 
from it. Would her embarrassment ever end?

"It seems the towel is simply too wet to dry the rest of you. It looks 
like you'll be going home all sweaty and icky! Too bad there's no sexy 
black and white cheerleaders for you to shower with when you get 
back home <giggles>!"

Miss Simons' eyes went wide. Miss Struat couldn't possibly know 
what went on in the showers could she?

With a pat on the butt, Mary led Jessica out the door with a regretful 
promise to visit again tomorrow night. Even without the threat of 
blackmail over her head, Simons probably would have showed up just 
the same.

The cool night air made her sweaty body shiver as she walked to her 
car, and by the time she had gotten into it, her pussy was already wet 
again. The last look Simons had of Mary was of her smug smile as she 
waved Simons off into the night. Jessica masturbated twice on the ride 
home and once more in the shower before she finally passed out on her 
mattress to dreams of black and white cheerleaders and vengeful 
domineering arch rivals.


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<SLAP!> "Ohhhh...twelve Miss Brandy..."

<SLAP!> "Ahhhh...thirteen Miss Brandy..."

<SLAP!> "uhhhh...fourteen Miss Brandy..."

<SLAP!> "Owwweee...fifteen Miss Brandy..."


Miss Simons stood patiently outside Mrs Clark's classroom after 
school waiting for her fellow teacher's session with her student to be 
over with. These pussy spankings have been taking longer and longer 
as of late, seeing as Mrs Clark's pain tolerance has gradually increased. 
Even so that hadn't stopped Marsha from complaining to Jessica about 
it all. Confiding in her colleague that the pain and indignity were 
simply too much, and how she was dedicated to putting an end to it.

That was over a month ago, and despite all her convictions Mrs Clark 
was still standing naked in her own classroom open mouthed, eyes 
closed, legs spread, and hips up and out waiting for her worst student's 
black hand.

<SLAP!> "Owe Owe owe...eighteen Miss Brandy..."

Miss Simons knew just how she felt. She had long since given up her 
attempts to assert herself before a black girl. There once was a time 
yes, that she would have put a bitchy black female in her place. But 
that was before she had met Trish who showed her the path to 
understanding, the path of natural dominance, and Mrs Clark had 
learned about it as well.

<SLAP!> "Ohhhhh...twenty four Miss Brandy..."

<SLAP!> "Ahhhhh ohhh...twenty five Miss Brandy..."

Jessica could hear the heavy strained breathing of her fellow teacher as 
the assault on her sex finally ended. A few moments later the 
obligatory palm licking began as Brandy made sure her pet teacher 
cleaned all the juices she left on it.

"Thank you Miss Brandy for putting me in my place!" A chill went 
down Miss Simons' spine as she heard that. She knew very well 
Brandy didn't ask Marsha to say that. It was all on her own.

"Your very welcome Mrs Clark. See you tomorrow slut!"

Brandy gave a girlish smile to Miss Simons as the young black girl 
walked out of the classroom and down the hall. Jessica turned and 
walked into the classroom, seeing with great dismay Mrs Clark still 
standing naked in position against the table, her eyes closed in an 
exhausted breathing state. Jessica wasn't sure if her fellow teacher had 
orgasmed or not, but the sight before her suggested she had. Simons 
still remembered the ultra high respect she once held for this stern and 
imposing woman.

Miss Simons cleared her throat, alerting the panting woman across 
from her to her presence. Marsha's eyes flew open in alert, but 
softened slightly when she saw who it was. Outside of Brandy and 
Trish, Jessica was still the only other person that knew of the shameful 
arrangement student and teacher had after school.

After a few more seconds, Marsha closed her spread legs and stood off 
the desk, her nipples still hard. With a pink hue of embarrassment on 
her cheeks, Mrs Clark began to quickly dress in silence. Jessica 
watching with patience.

Miss Simons was surprised however to see the skimpish under wear 
Marsha was putting on. Black thong panties and a black breast-
enhancing bra. This undoubtedly was Brandy's doing. But the low cut 
blouse and terribly indecent short skirt that followed was nothing 
new to her eyes. For several weeks Brandy saw to it that she made her 
prim and proper teacher as uncomfortable as possible while teaching 
the class.

The boys of the class were in pure heaven watching the long legs strut 
around on high heels, and had no problem looking towards the front of 
the class at all moments when she was facing them. Those breasts 
threatened to spill out at any moment, and they wanted to be watching 
when they did.

Brandy for her sake got a kick out of watching her teacher get all the 
unwanted attention, knowing how much she hated it. But the royal 
treatment was making her teacher put up with all her crap in class. 
Unlike before when they would occasionally buck heads, with Marsha 
usually winning. Now Mrs Clark had no choice but to passively take 
all the little indignities her evil black student threw at her. 

"Mrs Clark, can you move your big butt out of the way, you're 
blocking the black board and I can't see!" This was just one of the 
many rude comments Marsha would bow down to, scurrying off to the 
side and apologizing profusely to the giggles of the class.

The finally bit of self justice were the straight A's she and her black 
friends received, no matter how pathetic their efforts were in class. Of 
course, the white kids had no idea why their marks had slowly started 
going down. If they only knew that Brandy had Mrs Clark by the 
clit...literally.


"Is there something I can help you with Jessica?" Mrs Clark finally 
spoke as she finished buttoning her blouse.

"Yes well, we were supposed to meet later tonight to discuss the lesson 
plan for next month, but I'll be little...busy..." Flashes of pompoms 
filled her brain momentarily.

"Oh that's a shame. I was looking forward to getting together. But if 
you've got plans, then you've got plans."

"I was hoping we could instead do it...now?" Simons knew this was 
questionable. Its not easy sitting down and 'thinking' with your brain 
after you've just had your cunt spanked twenty five times. But now 
really was the only time she had free. Jessica saw the look on Marsha's 
face and felt she had to say something.

"I know it must hurt. If you really can't do it now I understand. Its just 
that..."

"I'll be fine Jess. Just give me a few minutes until it...cools down." 
Marsha was obviously uncomfortable with the discussion that her 
pussy was the cause of the delay.

"Have you...tried to talk to her? Like we've discussed?"

Simons could see Mrs Clark's eyes widening in fear. She could tell the 
teacher had tried and didn't care for the results. Instead she simply 
gave a stoned nod of the head.

"And? What went wrong?"

"She didn't agree. She said I didn't deserve to be treated like a real 
teacher. That I was a...'Stupid Prissy Cunt Bitch' and that I need to be 
put in my place!"

"SO? You didn't disagree with her?"

"Oh Jess, I tried. But when I went to move my lips, nothing came out. 
She just stared at me and I felt like the stupidest thing on the planet. 
What is it about her that I cannot stand up to?"

Miss Simons held her colleague's hand in comfort, yet wasn't sure if 
she should tell Marsha all about Natural Dominance and its hold on 
them.

"When I said nothing, she asked me if I needed to be extra punished 
for being such a dumb bimbo teacher. She said brain dead white 
women like me need to learn their lesson and if I wanted her to give it 
to me!"

"Please tell me you said NO?"

"Remember what happened last week in class? What I did...to myself 
under my desk? I know you saw it. I saw the look on your face 
afterwards..."

Miss Simons thought back to last week, to the moment Mrs Clark was 
talking about. That day had been a bit disturbing to say the least. Mrs 
Clark had just assigned the class to read several chapters in their text 
books. This was nothing new, as Clark often made the class read in 
silence as she checked their assignments at her desk.

Except this time, things seemed a little odd. Ok a lot odd! While Miss 
Simons sat off to the side of the room, making sure the students 
properly read, Mrs Clark's shaking body caught her attention. When 
Simons turned to look her way, she saw a very distressed teacher 
pleadingly looking in Brandy's direction. While Marsha was shaking 
her head hopefully no, Brandy was shaking hers demandingly yes.

After brief few moments of this, Mrs Clark's head dropped in defeat 
and raised a trembling hand to her top drawer. Reaching inside, she 
took hold of an object and raised it out of its storage. It was a small 
paper clamp.

Jessica watched in confusion and mild curiosity as Mrs Clark held it up
in the air for a moment, her mind obviously trying to resist what ever it 
was she was about to do. Then, as apparently all good white women do 
nowadays, Marsha surrendered her will and lowered the clamp below 
the table, between her legs, under her skirt and...

Miss Simons jaw dropped when she saw the immense look of pain on 
her fellow teacher's face. "No! She did not just! She couldn't have!" 
Simons chanted in her mind.

With watery eyes, Mrs Clark removed her hand from under her skirt 
with out the clamp, only to reach back inside the open drawer and pull 
out another. Just like before, she slowly lowered it below the desk, 
between her knees, and under her skirt...!

Tears were beginning to run down Mrs Clark's cheeks as new pain 
clashed across her face. Miss Simons had no idea where those clamps 
were being attached, but had a vague and sympathetic idea. With 
amazement, Simons watched the once no-nonsense teacher reach yet 
again into the drawer and pull out another clamp. With tears still 
running down her cheeks, Mrs Clark was now looking timidly at 
Brandy before mouthing the word "PLEASE"! Brandy simply stared 
back unmercifully.

Down went the hand, beneath the desk, between her thighs, and up her 
skirt...

Several students suddenly looked up in surprise and concern when 
their teacher gave quite an unexpected yelp from her desk, before 
seeing her drop her head on the table and her fingers scratching at the 
top of the desk. Immediately Miss Simons had reacted to the situation 
and told the students to get back to reading, all the while consoling 
Mrs Clark and encouraging her to compose herself. But never once did 
Simons question where those clamps were put, until now!

Marsha took a moment, staring at Miss Simons questioning face, 
before sighing again, "What you saw that day was my punishment for 
trying to get her to treat me better. For being a stupid dumb bimbo 
white teacher who can't think straight and 'respect' her black student's 
rights to torment me.

"Marsha," Mrs Clark began, "Where did you put those clamps?"

Mrs Clark's eyes began to water as she looked at Jessica, "On my 
pussy!" She began to sob slightly as she held Simon's hand tighter. 
"<SNIFF> Two on my...labia lips...and the last one on my...clit...!

Miss Simons closed her eyes and shook her head. Oh had the mighty 
have fallen. Gone was the dignified, bitch who once ruled this class. 
Replaced was a timid, shy, submissive white woman who willingly put 
paper clamps on her pussy for a black teenage girl.

"I had to wear those retched things for the rest of the day. I can't 
remember a single thing that happened I was in so much pain. Except 
of course for after school, when I presented my cunt to 'Mrs Brandy' to 
show her that her good little pet teacher had followed her instructions. 
She rewarded me by spanking the clamps off to my screams."

Both women hugged each other in comfort. Two women, once Queens 
and rulers of their domain, now submissive little playthings to their 
black subjects. And the worst part about it was, they both wanted it!


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For the rest of the week, Miss Simons suffered (and enjoyed) an extra 
dose of humiliating experiences. Every evening she found herself at 
the home of her most hated rival, wearing the most undignified 
cheerleading uniform, with out the panty bottoms of course. Every day 
saw Mary increasing the humiliation more and more. Early on she 
tired of seeing Simons constantly having to catch her tits from popping 
out, and so got great thrills forcing her to cheer with out the top, 
watching them fly about on her chest. Simons also became very 
intimate with her pompoms, prancing around the house with one in her 
pussy and the other up her butt as she performed "Dale Field High to 
Victory", a cheer Mary had always despised until now.

The absolute worst was when on Friday Mary presented Simons with 
an honorary cheerleading uniform from her own squad. The green and 
white material was so unbelievably tiny, it would have had problems 
being put on a ten year old. But wetter than ever, Simons humored her 
former rival by squeezing into them and willingly chanting the other 
school's cheers. Jessica didn't know if she wanted to cry or masturbate 
to this newest low, so she did both, right there on the living room floor 
as Mary took pictures.


Of course Simons had other obligations after school through the week 
as well. Twice, on Wednesday and on Friday there was cheerleading 
practice. By now things had pretty much gotten routine on the squad, if 
you can call the things that went on routine. Every practice was aimed 
at highlighting the black girl's athletic abilities, while at the same time 
exposing as much of the pale and pink flesh of the white girls as 
possible. Trish had become so daring, that she came up with some of 
the most blatant stripper like routines yet.

One of her favorites was having the white cheerleaders do hand stands 
right before the bleachers, only to have the black girls stand behind 
them holding their legs apart. Simons could only imagine the gasps 
and whistles from the crowd when this would be done for real. 
Another favorite was 'sneaking' up from behind and lifting the white 
teen's top when she was right before the crowd. The poor devils did 
their best to act all ashamed, but they clearly knew this was going to 
happen. After all they had practiced doing it several times.

Miss Simons new that these things were wrong and that she once had 
the power to put an end to it. Sometimes she would see the looks on 
her white girl's faces when they were forced to do something extra 
humiliating. The look of "Miss Simons, we trusted you!" was written 
all over their faces. Knowing how she had betrayed their trust hurt her 
a lot, but made her feel hornier a lot more. She simply couldn't help it. 
She was like them now, a submissive white cheerleader, kneeling 
before sexy black feet.

And it was those sexy black feet that Miss Simons was thinking about 
while she was busy rubbing her soar breasts against her chest after just 
finishing a vigorous jumping routine. Especially Trish's feet. Just 
about all she ever thought about these days at practice was serving 
those pretty toes. It was no secret that Miss Simons had a big thing for 
the amazon like black beauty. Even the white girls poked fun about it 
behind her back. Jessica wasn't quite sure why she was so hot for the 
black teen, but knew well enough that Trish was the cause of her 
whole life turning upside down. If it weren't for Trish, she'd still be the 
coach, still have her respect, and still would be feeling...empty. That's 
right. The more Simons allowed herself to fall further and further into 
a pit of submission, the more she realizes that she needs it more than 
anything. For so long she felt she was missing something in her life, 
some purpose to be a part of, some one to serve. That someone was 
Trish.

But Trish already had someone for that. Already had a white female 
sucking her toes, licking her pussy, and serving her with all her being. 
That somebody was Amber. Pretty little blue eyed, blond haired, sexy 
Amber. As long as Trish had the hard-bodied teen at her beck and call, 
how could she ever want the wonton middle aged woman. Instead she 
found herself fast falling the prey of the young black nymph Sasha 
during the day and later at night to her gloating rival Miss Struat.

Just as Miss Simon's eyes were beginning to focus back into reality 
from the fog of her thoughts, an unusual sight caught her attention. 
Sitting at the far end of one of the distant benches was a small figure, a 
girl. Simons was a little worried at first, being naked from the waist up 
in front of anyone outside of her squad wouldn't be advisable. Trish had 
forced her to cheer topless. Yet Jessica simply couldnt understand who
or why someone would be watching a simple highschool cheerleading 
practice. Miss Simons eventually went back to bouncing her breasts 
with the group, but for the rest of practice the girl sat and watched. No 
emotion, no reactions. Just sitting and watching.

The same thing happened again on Friday. Halfway through the 
routines, the girl once again appeared on the bleachers, watching 
intently. Something about the girl seemed oddly familiar to the former 
cheerleading coach. Something recognizable about the petit spectator 
with short red hair. But just like Wednesday, the girl was gone when 
practice was over and Simons had not gotten a good enough look at 
her.


Back inside the showers, Miss Simons gingerly washed the delicate 
folds of Sasha's sex and her cute round ass as she knelt before the 
black girl. Miss Simons could tell the young girl was excited about 
their session together after school, since the water from the shower 
was beading down her oily sex. The low moans and head pats were 
enough of an indication alone for Jessica to press a little harder against 
the girl, encouraging a sexual favor, but the throat clearing from Trish 
reminded Miss Simons to do otherwise.


It was definitely quite the sight for any visitor who would have entered 
the showers. Half a dozen black teens, standing like Goddesses under 
the warm shower spray, with six equally attractive white teens on their 
knees before them, washing and cleaning the sweaty bodies like 
slaves. Actually only five of the pale skinned cheerleaders were teens. 
The sixth would have been the older, but equally submissive and horny 
Miss Simons.

After the showers, Simons waited with the rest of the white 
cheerleaders on the floor for a chance at one of the wet used towels to 
be thrown her way. By the time she was finally done dressing, and 
dreading her drive home with Sasha, Trish unexpectedly called the 
former coach into her office.

Tentatively, Miss Simons opened the door and walked inside. Sitting 
at what was once her desk was Trish with an odd expression on her 
face. It was a look of pleasure. Taking a very brief glance down, 
Simons could see two pale soles sticking out from underneath the 
desk. The first thing that popped into her mind was Amber.

"I won't keep you long Miss Simons, its just that I wanted 
to...ohhh...ask if everything has been going ok with you?...aahh..."

"Um, yes, everything has been going fine. Why do you ask?"

"Its just that you seem to have been...uhhh...little bit out of things this 
week...ahhhh...is there anything you'd like to tell....ooohhhh....me?

Miss Simons knew what Trish was getting at. Even though she tried 
her best to act normal, her nightly visits to her rival's house must have 
been having its effects on her in some way. Should she admit to Trish 
what she has been up to since Monday? What would Trish do or say in 
response? Instead of taking that chance Miss Simons decided to hide 
the truth. So with the wet smacking sounds getting louder beneath the 
table, Jessica faked ignorance. "Sorry if I've appeared unlike myself. 
There is nothing wrong with me and I promise to improve my 
performance to your liking..."

"See that you do. Remember that there are always other white girls 
that would gladly take your place if you should faulter.... aaahhhh....
yes...goooood girl!!!!"

Trish closed her eyes and focused hard on the tongue lapping at her 
black pussy. Miss Simons looked down again at the two feet poking 
out from beneath the table. Now that she thought of it, they were a bit 
smaller than Amber's... Just then none other than Amber stepped 
through the office door, completely dressed and awaiting Trish to 
finish. Miss Simons stared opened mouthed from Amber, to Trish and 
back to the two pale feet. Jessica knew full well that all the other white 
girls had gone home already, so who the hell was that under the table?

Before Miss Simons could give it another thought, Trish waved her 
former coach off just as Sasha burst through the door to collect her pet. 
Taking the older woman by the hand, Sasha dragged a confused Miss 
Simons out of the office and out through the female locker room door. 
The last thing Simons could hear were the cries of female orgasm. 
Who was that girl?


The drive home was quiet. There was not much Miss Simons could 
say with a hand constantly inside her pants. Did Sasha HAVE to do 
that will she was driving? The young girl just couldn't stop from 
giggling herself silly every time a truck would pull along side them 
and Simons would panic. "Maybe we should show that dirty trucker 
where my handy is huh?" Simons knew the punk was probably 
kidding, but there always was a chance she would follow through with 
her suggestion. None the less, just like Wednesday, the drive to 
Sasha's house was a very frustrating affair. Thankfully, after gingerly 
licking her tormentor's black pussy to orgasm, Sasha was only too kind 
to allow Simons to diddle herself for the child's entertainment. 
Unfortunately before the horny middle aged woman could cum for her 
black vixen, Sasha's mother pulled into the drive way honking and 
waving. Never in her whole life did Simons rush as fast as she did 
hiking up her pants and wiping the student's juices from her face. By 
the time Jessica had finished saying her hi's and goodbye's to the naive 
mother, Simons was sure she had peed in her panties from fear. When 
Miss Simons arrived on the front porch of one Miss Mary Struat later 
that Friday night, Simons was in no mood to put up much of a fight, not 
that the frustrated horny woman wanted to!


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"Cindy! Get in her this instant!"

"Yes Mistress Zamora? Is there anything wrong?"

"What the hell are these?"

"Those are your panties Mistress, 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?"

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

"Gosh you must be dumb. Your just begging for another paddling 
aren't you?"

"No Mistress Zamora, 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'm cleaning all the time."

"Then why is there dust on these shelves? Gosh, you must really want 
that white ass red don't you?"

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

"See that you do. I will not tolerate lazy white bitches serving me!"


With that, Lola threw her soiled panties at the face of a flustered Mrs 
Lowenstien, who very quickly ran out of the room towards the 
bathroom to personally hand wash them.

As was her life now, at least at the home. Outside Cindy Lowenstien 
still managed to hold on to her image as a confident, respected wife 
and mother. But in her own home, she was nothing but a sniveling 
servant to her own maid.

Her pussy twinged as she washed the silk panties. She had so often 
been the one yelling at Lola to do the same thing, yet now she was the 
one doing the washing. And they were actually HER silk panties. Lola 
had taken possession of all her expensive undergarments ever since the 
day of her confession. She still cringes as she remembers Trish driving 
her home in her Mercedes, and forcing the wealthy women to admit 
her desires of servitude to her shocked maid.

Never the less, Lola had taken the news quite well, and was only too 
happy to switch roles with the stupid former Madam of the house. 
Now Cindy stood in the bathroom with a maid's uniform, washing the 
soiled silk panties. Just the simple thought that she had asked for this, 
and wasn't forced to be a servant kept her puss a buzz as she rid the 
stains from her former expensive silks.


It wasn't for another hour that Amber walked through the front door. 
The highly fit and attractive daughter to the former Matriarch of the 
house was immediately greeted by the sight of her mother in a most 
subservient position. Amber couldn't help but smile at the sight of 
mommy dearest on her hands and knees in the kitchen, busily 
scrubbing the tiled floor. Her maid bottoms failing to properly cover 
her bare ass as she crawled to and fro. Amber new that the freshly 
shaved cunt nestled between those thighs had been under Lola's orders, 
or Mistress Zamora as her mommy now called her.

"Hello mother!"

Mrs Lowenstien looked up and smiled from the floor at her daughter, 
who despite all the changes was still the apple of her eye. "Hello 
Sweetie! How was school today?"

"Oh ok, I think I did real well on the math test."

"Fantastic. I knew my baby was a smart girl. Some day you'll grow up 
to be somebody, I just know it!"

"You mean somebody like you?" An evil chill ran up Amber's spine at 
her own words. She knew it was awfully mean to point out her 
mother's subservience so openly, but the look on her mother's face was 
simply too priceless. Mrs Lowenstien had always preached success, 
good breading, and superiority to her budding daughter when she was 
growing up. But her classy mother was having a tough time preaching 
to her now.

Her mother instantly lowered her head in shame at her daughter's 
words. "Please Amber, this is tough enough for me to handle with out 
my pride and joy laughing at what I've become."

"Sorry mother, but you make it so easy." With an evil grin of revenge 
Amber lifted her finger and pointed to a spot on the kitchen floor, 
"You've missed a spot maid." Amber giggled as she turned away and 
marched up to her bedroom to change.

A single tear rolled down the new maid's cheek as she began scrubbing 
the spot Amber had pointed to. She had lost the respect of her own 
daughter now, and to her there was now nothing else left to loose.


"CINDY! I am still waiting for that iced tea!"

"I'm coming Mistress...I'm coming!"

"Not if I can help it slut!"

Those were the self humoring words Amber heard when she stepped 
back out of her room, the large towel covering the pink bikini she wore 
beneath it. Trish had complained to her as of late that she was 
becoming too pale for her liking, and needed to golden up that white 
skin a little. She reached the bottom of the stairs just in time to see her 
mother scurrying out the back door with a tray holding one freshly 
made iced tea.

In another moment the white teen followed her mother out the same 
door, out to the large crystal blue pool in the back. It was a gorgeous 
day and perfect for a nice tanning.

Perhaps that is why Lola was sitting by the pool as well, sipping her 
new glass of tea with the miniature umbrella, holding the cup in one 
hand, and casually playing with her white maid's sex with the other. 
Amber stood by the door and watched for a moment at the spectacle of 
her mother trying to hold the serving tray with both hands, her face 
strained, and a black arm disappearing up her short frilly black skirt.

Lola continued doing this undisturbed for almost a minute before 
noticing the towel clad teen by the door and beckoning her to join 
them by the pool. The former maid was all decked out in one of her 
mother's revealing bikinis as she lay comfortably on the plastic 
furniture, waving to a similar one right beside her. Amber walked the 
short distance and removed the towel to reveal her stunning body. A 
sight not gone unnoticed by the former house servant.

"You daughter has quite the body Cindy. You must be very proud?"

Amber could hear her mother's strained voice as she took her place 
lying down. "Thhhankyou Mistress, yyyes I am!"

"I'm sure her black owner is very happy to possess her. She is quite a 
find. Just like your Mistress is very happy to possess my white bitch as 
well."

"Ohh...thank you Mistress...."

Amber could her the squishing sounds of fingers moving up a wet 
hole.

"Tell me Amber, what do you make of your mother here?" Amber 
looked at Lola with a little confusion. "I mean did you ever see this 
coming? Did you ever expect this stuck up bitch would one day show 
up at my tiny room and BEG to make up for her prior sins. That she'd 
actually want me to take over as the rightful head of this house? I 
suppose you did expect this, seeing how you helped plan your mother's 
down fall with your Mistress Trish."

Another one of those evil chills ran up Amber's spine at those words as 
Mrs Lowenstien let out another low moan. Amber never wanted to 
bring down her own mother. She always looked up to her and dreamed 
of becoming as socially elite and elegant as she was. The day Trish 
suggested the idea of tricking her mother, Amber tried her best to 
persuade her black Mistress not to follow trough with it. But Trish 
settled the debate with Amber sucking her dark toes while revealing 
her plot.

When Amber called her mother to come pick her up on that fateful 
day, she wanted nothing more than to scream out and warn her mother. 
But she couldn't betray her Mistress. Trish had become her life, her 
reason for breathing. Even more so than her own mother. Never the 
less she still held out hope that her mother would resist. That her 
upbringing and feeling of superiority to black women would keep in 
check the natural feelings of interracial submissiveness all white 
women had.

But it wasn't meant to be. That day Amber watched her role model 
capitulate to her instincts and become the sniveling servant she is 
today, getting her pussy played with right next to her daughter.

"How does it feel Cindy, to know that it was your own daughter who 
brought you down? That because of her your standing in that silly little 
outfit, serving me iced tea on tap, getting fingered with your very own 
wedding ring?"

Amber's eyes went wide and watched Lola's hand emerge from under 
her mother's skirt. Right there on Lola's VERY wet middle finger was 
her mommy's giant diamond wedding ring. Until this moment Amber 
had NEVER seen that ring off her mother's fingers. It was Mrs 
Lowenstien's most valued possession. She loved showing it off to 
every body at parties and social engagements. She thoroughly enjoyed 
making all the other wives jealous as hell with it. She loved it almost 
as much as she loved her dear sweet daughter.


Lola lifted her finger's to her maid's face and smiled as Mrs 
Lowenstien licked and sucked them clean, paying special close 
attention to the ring on her former maid's finger. In between licks, Mrs 
Lowenstien submissively spoke to her Mistress. "Please <lick> put 
them back! <lick> I need them <lick> inside me! Please Mistress! 
<lick> <lick>"

Mistress Zamora smiled even wider. "Such a horny white slut. First go 
fetch me another tea and then I'll think about it!" With a slap to the 
butt, Cindy scurried off into the house, desperate to make her Mistress 
happy enough to let her cum.

Still smiling, Lola turned to the surprised daughter. "Amazing isn't it? 
That you white creatures can be so eager to serve us?" Amber nodded 
slightly before resting her head on the plastic and closing her eyes to 
warm to the sun. "I mean I always suspected there was something up 
with your mother. The way she'd look at me when I gave her an 
attitude, the way she'd touch herself after giving me an order. Oh she 
thought I didn't see that, but I did. Now it all makes sense, but at the 
time I was just plain confused. I mean all these years my people 
suffered from slavery, to the civil rights era, to now. To think all this 
time you white girls had feelings of inferiority to black women. That is 
why you strived so hard all these generations to make your white 
husband's keep us beneath your foot. You knew the truth. That given 
the opportunity you'd be begging to serve at our feet! Isn't that right?"

Amber didn't respond, faking that she had fallen into a light sleep. But 
in all honesty she really was sure about all of that slave era crap. 
Maybe white women did keep black females as slaves for that reason, 
to hide the truth. All she knew was that right here, right now she 
wanted more than anything to serve her Mistress Trish, and that's all 
she really cared about.

"Here you go Mistress!" Out came the frantic mother, eager to get her 
former maid's black fingers under her skirt once more. Amber could 
hear her mother whine as Lola took a sip of the tea while ignoring her 
need.

"Cindy, I think I need another oiling before I burn. Be a good pet and 
put it on me."

Amber heard the sigh of frustration on her mother's breath as Cindy 
picked up the sun tanning lotion. The young teen couldn't help but 
open her eyes again and look over to see this latest humiliating task 
her mother was performing. Just in time she saw Lola gingerly 
removed her top exposing the hard dark nipples resting on her 
attractive black breasts. Back when Lola was a domestic, Amber never 
did a pay much attention to her maid's physical attributes. Now as her 
mother's Mistress, Lola was a very attractive woman after all.

Mrs Lowenstien got to her knees, squirted lotion onto her hands, and 
began rubbing it into the black woman's skin. First she started at the 
stomach before slowly moving up to her breasts. Amber could see the 
look of satisfaction on Lola's face as she had her breasts manipulated 
by her former submissive boss. The once smooth dry dark skin was 
now becoming slick and shiny.

Finished with her shoulders, Mrs Lowenstien squirted more lotion out 
of the bottle and began rubbing it into her Mistress's legs and thighs. 
Amber had seen this part before, knowing full well that it usually 
ended with her mother's mouth over the Mistress's sex.

But this time was different. As Cindy prepared herself to go down on 
her Mistress, Lola surprisingly stopped her. "Cindy, how rude of you. 
Not offering your own daughter a rub down! What kind of a mother 
are you? Do you want her to burn?"

Amber's eyes went wide as the hard bodied teen new the black woman 
was up to something. Apparently her mother suspected it as well, 
hovering just a few inches above her Mistress's thighs as she looked 
over at her daughter with great worry.

Slowly she began crawling on her knees towards her daughter, hoping 
that her Mistress wouldn't make her do something she didn't want to.

"Start with her shoulders and work your way down."

"Yes Mistress Zamora" was all Cindy could croak as she squirted 
lotion onto her hands.

"Come on Amber, don't be bashful. We're all girls here! Take your top 
off and let those tits breath!"

Amber looked into her mother's eyes and could see the fear. She was 
actually afraid of her daughter. For the first time in her young life, 
Amber actually felt some sort of power over her strict parent. So with 
Cindy lightly shaking her head no, Amber removed her top for her 
mother's oily hands.

In a daze, Cindy began rubbing her daughter's shoulders, making the 
white skin shiny and slick as well. In another brief moment, her hands 
lowered reluctantly until they covered the pale mounds on her 
daughter's chest. The pink nipples hard under her palms as she rubbed 
the oil into them. Flashes began running through Cindy's mind. 
Flashes of her young daughter as a child in her arms, singing her 
nursery rhymes and rocking her to sleep.

The flashes vanished the moment she felt the black hand touch her sex 
from behind. As Cindy rubbed and squeezed her daughter's pert 
breasts, a low moan gurgled out of her as Lola glanced her clit with the 
wedding ring. Soon Cindy wasn't even aware that she had moved her 
rubbing hands down past her daughters taught stomach, past her round 
hips, and to her gorgeous athletic thighs. The skin so firm and 
muscular from cheering as the mother messaged and rubbed the lotion 
into them. A sense of pride filled Cindy's heart at how cheerleading 
was making her dear angle's body oh so attractive to the many wealthy 
men that would come into her life. Her pussy spasmed a moment later 
when the image of Trish popped into her mind. Amber had already 
surrendered that perfect white body to her.

Closing her eyes, Cindy focused hard on the fingers digging into her 
pussy. Feeling the ring she had once so worshipped now on her black 
maid's finger. She didn't even notice her daughter's spreading legs, 
inviting the dazed mother to rub her inner thighs with the slippery oil. 
Mrs Lowenstien eye's opened when she felt her daughter's hand on the 
back of her head. The sight that greeted her was of the puffy pussy lips 
of her daughter, outlined perfectly by the thin bikini bottoms.

The fingers at her sex were moving faster now, and it was making it all 
the harder to understand why her daughter's hand was now pushing her 
head down to her white thighs. Her mind fogged over as it came to rest 
on its side, her nose pressed against Amber's waiting sex. Oh was she 
so close, just a few more well placed flicks of the ring.

Cindy's eyes cleared momentarily from the fog as she inhaled her 
daughter's potent musk. Her eyes clearing momentarily to focus on the 
pussy just in front of her. Panic filled the mother as she darted her eyes 
past the pubic mound, past the two large white breasts, and at the 
smirking teen that was once her loving daughter.

"Lick away mother, lick away. Teach me how to be the proper woman 
you've always claimed to be."

The fog quickly covered her mind back up again as her tongue slipped 
past her lips and touched the thin fabric. She had no idea at just how 
wet her daughter was when she tasted the bikini.

Amber moaned loudly at the attention and instantly brought her right 
hand to one of her nipples while lowering the left hand to her sex. In 
amazement, Cindy watched as her daughter pulled the thin bikini to 
the side, completely exposing her shaved pussy to her mother. Cindy 
knew full well what she was expected to do, having had plenty of 
experience eating her black Mistress. But just as she stuck her tongue 
back out of her mouth, a sharp pain racked through the older woman's 
body before she had the chance to touch her prize. Mistress Zamondo 
had jabbed her clit with the wedding ring, causing the pre-orgasmic 
mother to loose control of her body and shudder, falling back to the 
floor and convulsing in a pussy gushing frenzy that very quickly 
covered the surrounding tiles with fluid.

Amber remained motionless, pussy still exposed and nipple in mid-
pinch as she stared open mouthed at her mother's display. She quickly 
looked angrily at Lola for an explanation and she got one. 

"You know what Trish said. No one can touch that pussy with out her 
permission. As her reward for making your mother my bitch, I 
promised I would protect it when you were here. And that includes 
keeping it from your horny incestual mommy slut!"

The young frustrated teen looked down again at the delirious woman 
jerking her hips into the air, then stood up, grabbed her top and 
stormed back into the house horny as hell.

Lola smiled at the drama she had so casually caused between mother 
and daughter. She looks down at the puddle between her white pets 
thighs and chuckles to herself. This was just too easy.

After being made to lick up her mess on the floor, Cindy dutifully 
crawls between her Mistress's legs and performs her owners most 
demanding of tasks with out another care in the world.


Upstairs Amber stood naked before her large mirror, staring at the 
image of teenage perfection glaring back at her. Her flushed cunt lips 
and long hard nipples filled with the blood of excitement. She was 
horny and angry. She was horny because she wanted to be, but she was 
angry because she couldn't do a dame thing about it. Trish had 
forbidden her to ever touch herself when not in her presence.

Again Amber's eyes focused on the fabulous body before her. This 
once belonged to her. Those strong lean thighs, round soft breasts, and 
tight firm butt where once hers to flaunt and tease for her 
entertainment. Making boys drool over her filled her with the type of 
feminine pride only the most popular of high school girls could enjoy. 
She was queen of the world. And she had given it all away to a black 
girl.

Any boy would give his left nut to pleasure the pink clit now begging 
for her finger's attention. Amber spread her thighs and looked deeper 
into the mirror at her sex. What was it about this organ that caused her 
so much pleasure and grief? Why was it that Trish, who had once been 
her sworn enemy and competitor for cheerleading captain, was so 
easily able to bring her under her thumb just by touching it?

Until that day in the showers, Amber had never backed down from any 
one. Every bitch that had stood in her way suffered the price of her 
wrath, just like her mother had taught her of course. Before the 
moment Trish had cornered her, she was sure she was winning the 
battle. Putting Trish in her place and maintaining her rightful position 
as head cheerleader seemed all assured. All the other white girls 
looked up to her and she knew she couldn't let them down. Seeing 
their leader capitulate to the black girl would doom them all, and she 
couldn't allow that to happen.

Amber's vagina spasmed and juice trickled down her thigh as she 
remembered how she betrayed them. How a simple touch between her 
legs sent the pompous white queen spiraling down to a mere 
submissive slave. All the other girls were looking as it happened. 
Black and white. All of them looked as Trish backed Amber into a 
corner, hot water beating down on both of them. All watching the 
scared look forming on Amber's usually confident face as Trish's hand 
cupped the pristine pubic mound of her rival. Of how Amber didn't 
move a finger to stop her. Of the sight of Trish's hand moving, 
rubbing, and feeling. Of Amber's moans. Of Trish's words. Commands 
of how things were going to be from now on. Who was going to be the 
new queen bee. Who was going to be Trish's little white pet. Who was 
the leader of the pack!

All the girls had watched in shock and awe as Amber nodded her head 
submissively in agreement. Her mouth open wide and air rapidly 
flowing in and out in rhythm with the hand rubbing at her cunt. The 
overwhelming erg over taking her body to simply accept what Trish 
was saying. The feeling of letting go, of loosing power. Please take it 
away.


Back inside her room, another trickle spilled out of Amber's cunt. 
Gosh had things changed so rapidly after that. How all the other white 
girls soon followed suit, falling to their knees before each fingering, 
snickering, dominating black girl that took them. Following Amber's 
lead as she allowed Trish to use all her towels, sitting on the floor 
passively for a used one. The absolute worst moment had to have been 
when Trish made all the white girl go panty less on the field. The 
feeling of the cool air on their bare cunts. The feeling on hundreds of 
lustful eyes feasting on their exposed sex. Or perhaps the worst was 
when Trish first dragged her to the fences during a game. The 
complete fear coursing through her body as Trish raised her top from 
behind, offering her tender firm white breasts to the buffet of male 
hands grabbing at her.


Lost in her past, a finger managed to travel down to her sex and touch 
her clit, instantly causing Amber to fall to the floor. She was desperate 
to prevent herself from coming since Trish would see it in her eyes 
later. After several minutes of hard concentration Amber stood back 
up, happy with herself that she had not betrayed her Mistress. Walking 
over to the window, she looked down and saw her mother and Lola 
still by the pool. Not surprisingly, Lola's bikini bottoms were off and 
put over Cindy's head as her mother lapped away at the black cunt. 
Yes indeed she had grown up to be just like her mother. Once Queens 
of their domain, now servants to their subjects.

Amber's mind once again went back to the first time at the fences. The 
feeling of all those scruff hands squeezing and tugging on her chest. 
The outraged expression on her former coach's face still haunting her 
to this day. Miss Simons' jaw dropping as she watched the spectacle 
for the first time.

On that fateful day, Amber didn't know why she was doing everything 
Trish was telling her to do. She didn't know anything about natural 
dominance or the like. All she knew was that every time Trish gave 
her an order, her knees would go weak, her mouth would go dry, and 
her pussy would flood.

Yet at the time she so desperately wished it could all end. That 
somehow the humiliating role reversal would stop and she could 
resume her superior white cheerleading ways. That is why she still 
held out hope that Miss Simons would rush right over and end all the 
titty displaying. That she would grab Trish by the neck and yell some 
sense into her. Remind her who is the REAL head cheerleader in the 
squad, AMBER!

And she thought it had actually happened. That Miss Simons had 
finally seen enough when her former coach had come storming over to 
the fences. Her yells and screams sending the exhibitionist 
cheerleaders scattering back to the fields for more innocent cheers. At 
that moment in time Amber was certain the coach would put Trish and 
the rest of the black teens back in their place. So afterward, when she 
ordered all the white girls home and forcing the black girls to stay 
behind Amber was sure things would all get back to normal.


But that very next day Amber watched in complete shock and disgust 
with the rest of her white cheerleaders, as Miss Simons professed her 
desires to become a cheerleader. While dancing on the balls of her 
feet, the coach of the squad begged one of her girls to switch roles 
with her. Trish, being the opportunist that she was, happily accepted 
the new position as coach of the squad. The final nail in the coffin was 
watching Katty take off her own uniform and hand it to Miss Simons. 
Poor poor Katty, only 14, being replaced on the squad by a middle 
aged woman. Amber can still remember seeing that panty covered butt 
running back into the locker room crying tears. Who would have 
thought that she'd be back several months later, lapping away at Trish's 
cunt beneath the desk? Oh if only Miss Simons would have known it 
was Katty under there, and why the vengeful freshman was servicing 
the black teen coach. It was a payment. A payment for letting Katty 
give a little payback to the woman who had stolen her spot on the 
squad. A very painful payback soon to come. 


Amber looked over to the clock and a slight panic filled her. It was 
getting late and she was supposed to be spending the weekend at 
Trish's house. Quickly she dried her leaking pussy and got dressed. In 
a brief moment, she was down stairs and popping her head out the 
back door.

"Lola, I need my mother to drive me to Trish's house. If you don't 
mind, can I borrow her for a little bit?"

Lola's eyes were closed and mouth open in ecstasy as she held her 
knees to her chest. Her big black ass pointed right in the face of her 
mother, whose tongue was buried deep inside it. Mrs Lowenstien's 
face was covered in pussy juice and she appeared to really be at it, 
rimming her former maid with great enthusiasm as she played with her 
own gushing pussy between her legs. Cindy's eyes opened 
momentarily as she heard her daughter's voice, knowing how awfully 
degraded she looked. But like she had all the other times, she darted 
her tongue faster and farther up the black booty she was now 
worshipping.

Amber knew well enough not to ask again and waited patiently for her 
mother to finish bringing off her maid. She waited for almost ten 
minutes before Cindy's numb tongue brought Mistress Zamonda to a 
squirting orgasm, all over her mothers open mouthed face.

"Lola, my mother. I need her to drive me to Trish's house. Please let 
her!"

Lola was by now playing absent mindedly with her pets hair as Mrs 
Lowenstien drank the rest of the juices from her Mistress's mound. She 
dreamily looked over to her slave's daughter, seeing the eager express 
on her face.

"Very well, you may barrow my pet for a little while. But don't waist 
any time. We're having company over tonight and we wouldn't want 
to be without our main attraction!"

Mrs Lowenstien, who was still fingering herself, darted her fingers 
faster when she was reminded about the party tonight. All those 
strangers in her home, humiliating her.

"Cindy, stop playing with yourself and get your bitch daughter to her 
Owner's house! Cindy looked up, still licking the tender skin clean, 
"Mistress, may I please take the Mercedes?"

"No, I don't think so. Its mine now. Just drive her in your new car!"

"Yes Mistress!" Spoke the submissive mother as she rose off her red 
soar knees, curtsied like a fool, and went into the house to get the keys 
to the broken down 1986 domestic automobile that once belong to her 
low income maid. Amber followed behind her, shaking her head in 
amusement.

It was true she got a kick out of seeing her mother in such a pitiful 
role, but things could always be worse. At least she wasn't like Miss 
Simons, cheerleading for all those laughing eyes. Amber's fleeting 
thoughts as she got into her mother's new car, were of a girl in another 
part of town. There little Katty was patiently biding her time for the 
day she'd get to make Miss Simons scream.


End of Chapter 6
To be Continue.…



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