Aramis
03-16-2003, 8:36 PM
It was crazy hard, trying to lick Ms. Briggs feet over and over, with my mouth drying out and my jaw getting weary, while also being beaten by a powerful black lady and her belt, who demanded I thank her after every stroke. It got hard to breathe. I started to break down.
Ms. Lee sensed my hesitations. She stopped the belt. My relief was short lived, however. She came around to my left side, reared up her shoe, and kicked me over onto the floor.
"You weakling!" she yelled. "Don't start flagging on us yet. You're pathetic and out of shape. You got to be in primo shape if you want to be a servant of ours. We deserve the best." She stepped over to where I lay on my back, and pressed a nice black pump on my neck. Hard. She glared at me.
"I got you right where you belong, honky bitch, under my foot. I can use my foot to kill you right now, and you white meat don't deserve no better than that. But I like the idea of training you to be our slave, and then sell you in Kenya. I can make a nice profit, because white male slaves are extremely rare there for the African women."
Ms. Briggs said, "I got so hot watching you beat him while he worshipped my feet, my honey pot is starting to heat up. Get white bread over here on his knees and I'll teach him another place he will use his tongue!"
"You heard your superior, whitey!," Ms. Lee commanded. "Get up and service her like a good slaveboy." But she did not remove her foot from my neck. I tried and strained, without daring to use my hands to remove her foot, but to no avail.
"You're disobeying a direct order," Ms. Briggs said. "Now get your white ass over here and service me!"
"Kiss my foot," Ms. Lee suddenly ordered, lifting her pump off of my neck and holding it over my lips. "Kiss it with gratitude for sparing your life."
I kissed the sole of her shoe, again and again. It was a little rough, and there was something ominous about it. I kissed and kissed, as long as it was poised over me. When she put it down and cleared my way, I got up and knelt before Ms. Briggs, lving the ottoman out of the way.
I assumed the position. Ms. Briggs had already taken off what she needed for me to please her flesh to flesh. What I did not expect was Ms. Lee's belt to once again start beating me, on my back now, as I frenched Ms. Briggs like the servile sex slave I was becoming. She gripped the back of my head and pushed me further and further into her. She was strong. The belt whistled overhead. There I was, kneeling before one black goddess whose feet I had just licked clean, while another, taller black owner beat me from behind with obvious delight.
When I had brought Ms. Briggs to three orgasms, and she was spent, I found Ms. Lee taking her place in the armchair. "I'm hot from beating you, boy," she announced. "I get off on white boys slaving for their black female masters. Now, get me off like you did Ms. Briggs, and you'll be just fine."
My jaw still ached, but presented before me was the cave of my destiny. I was a slave, a humble servant, to please and not be pleased. I slowly, carefully, began this new task, and was gratified to hear her moan and gasp in erotic ecstacy before very long. She too grabbed my head and forced me towards her, and I gave her full extension. I was waiting for Ms. Briggs to start on my back with the belt, but she did not.
What she did, though, was, as soon as Ms. Lee pushed me away after her 5th orgasm, was clamp handcuffs on my hands which were behind my back, and then ankle cuffs. In another moment she had put a blindfold over me, and that's all I remember.
Ms. Lee sensed my hesitations. She stopped the belt. My relief was short lived, however. She came around to my left side, reared up her shoe, and kicked me over onto the floor.
"You weakling!" she yelled. "Don't start flagging on us yet. You're pathetic and out of shape. You got to be in primo shape if you want to be a servant of ours. We deserve the best." She stepped over to where I lay on my back, and pressed a nice black pump on my neck. Hard. She glared at me.
"I got you right where you belong, honky bitch, under my foot. I can use my foot to kill you right now, and you white meat don't deserve no better than that. But I like the idea of training you to be our slave, and then sell you in Kenya. I can make a nice profit, because white male slaves are extremely rare there for the African women."
Ms. Briggs said, "I got so hot watching you beat him while he worshipped my feet, my honey pot is starting to heat up. Get white bread over here on his knees and I'll teach him another place he will use his tongue!"
"You heard your superior, whitey!," Ms. Lee commanded. "Get up and service her like a good slaveboy." But she did not remove her foot from my neck. I tried and strained, without daring to use my hands to remove her foot, but to no avail.
"You're disobeying a direct order," Ms. Briggs said. "Now get your white ass over here and service me!"
"Kiss my foot," Ms. Lee suddenly ordered, lifting her pump off of my neck and holding it over my lips. "Kiss it with gratitude for sparing your life."
I kissed the sole of her shoe, again and again. It was a little rough, and there was something ominous about it. I kissed and kissed, as long as it was poised over me. When she put it down and cleared my way, I got up and knelt before Ms. Briggs, lving the ottoman out of the way.
I assumed the position. Ms. Briggs had already taken off what she needed for me to please her flesh to flesh. What I did not expect was Ms. Lee's belt to once again start beating me, on my back now, as I frenched Ms. Briggs like the servile sex slave I was becoming. She gripped the back of my head and pushed me further and further into her. She was strong. The belt whistled overhead. There I was, kneeling before one black goddess whose feet I had just licked clean, while another, taller black owner beat me from behind with obvious delight.
When I had brought Ms. Briggs to three orgasms, and she was spent, I found Ms. Lee taking her place in the armchair. "I'm hot from beating you, boy," she announced. "I get off on white boys slaving for their black female masters. Now, get me off like you did Ms. Briggs, and you'll be just fine."
My jaw still ached, but presented before me was the cave of my destiny. I was a slave, a humble servant, to please and not be pleased. I slowly, carefully, began this new task, and was gratified to hear her moan and gasp in erotic ecstacy before very long. She too grabbed my head and forced me towards her, and I gave her full extension. I was waiting for Ms. Briggs to start on my back with the belt, but she did not.
What she did, though, was, as soon as Ms. Lee pushed me away after her 5th orgasm, was clamp handcuffs on my hands which were behind my back, and then ankle cuffs. In another moment she had put a blindfold over me, and that's all I remember.