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CHAPTER TWO
“Katie you are lovely” she soothed, now back to her soft lilting tones, “I find your soft golden tresses delightful. I wish my hair would grow long and straight like yours“. As she complemented me her fingers were combing through my hair close to my scalp. “But because you are white,” she continued “You will have to accept your proper place. You will be taught to respect our perfect black skin and you will learn to serve us wherever, whenever and however we need you. You will also learn how to worship the sisters and brothers and how not to question the tasks that you will be given from time to time.”
Eleanor now switched to her low gravelly tone causing a sudden chill to well up deep within my stomach. “When there are no outsiders within earshot you will address me as Mistress Eleanor! Do you understand?”
I took a deep breath before answering “Yes Mistress Eleanor.” Conflict was coursing through my brain as I answered her. I didn’t want to do it but the words just seemed to flow out, so easily!
“There’s a good girl,” she cooed, and I watched as she reached up and slowly unbuttoned her white cotton blouse. She then pulled the garment open to reveal two perfectly formed firm breasts with huge black areoles topped with chunky erect nipples. I gasped at the brazen way that she was displaying herself.
“You want to lick and suck them Katie!” She demanded. “ Katie you will make your mistress so happy when you suck them hard like you would a lolly pop!”
She was now whispering in a low insistent tone. I tried to shake my head, to object to this disgusting act that she was suggesting but all that happened was my mouth opened, and as she leant forward, my tongue and mouth began to lick and suck her hard nubs.
She guided my head with her strong hands from one breast to the other and when she released me I sat back onto my heals, in such a bemused state, that I didn’t notice the saliva drooling down my chin until it began to drip onto my knees. I could tell that my efforts had given Eleanor a lot of pleasure as she seemed to purr with pleasure as she used a tissue to dry her skin and re-button her blouse.
Eleanor now dropped her hand to the hem of her pleated skirt and lifted the folds out from between her parted legs.
“Katie, look down at your Mistress’s sex!” she ordered. I dropped my eyes as directed and gasped as I realized that she was not wearing any panties. This sudden display should have surprised me, but it did not and I held my breath as I stared down at the gash of her sex, that she was revealing to my startled gaze. Her hump and slot were perfectly devoid of hair and the mahogany tone of her vulva and rolling pussy lips glistened in the bright lights of the dorm. Her folds were plump and had slightly parted to reveal a peep of her inner pink labia. I was amazed to see the glint of a gold ring nestling within her succulent folds.
“You are looking at the most desirable object in the world. I will teach you how to worship my cunt Katie, and you want to kiss me there, don’t you my little cunker?”
She asked in a low incessant tone. I slowly nodded and watched as she opened a small jar that she held in her hand. After dipping a finger into it she smeared the clear oily substance along the slot of her cunt. “Taste my honey pot Katie. Dip your tongue and find out how delicious my sex flavours are!”
I stared, and gulped as I wrestled with an inner conflict in my brain. One part of me was utterly horrified whilst the other part ached to explore the amazing sight before my staring eyes.
The hump of her mound and her inner thighs were so solid and smooth, and I was so close that I could make out every individual pore on her incredible skin. Her body reminded me of a huge carved statue that I had seen in an antique shop back in England. I remember being intensely embarrassed, as I was with a friend and her parents when we had paused to study the carved naked statue of a voluptuous black woman.
Eleanor now leaned back onto her elbows and spread her knees even wider, enabling her to lift her heels onto the bed. The long gash of her prominent cunt was now spread wide open revealing her proud pierced clitoris. It seemed to guard the entrance to her tender vaginal tunnel, and as I moved closer I could see that the ring was studded with tiny diamonds which sparkled up at me.
The gleaming stones seemed to draw me down towards her moist folds, and before I realized what had happened my forehead was on her belly and my tongue was tasting my mistress’s amazing sex. “Slowly my little cunt licker!” she ordered, as her hands controlled my head. “Explore me carefully with your nose and tongue. You must learn how to give pleasure to your superior Mistresses , how to pleasure our pussies is now one of your deepest desires, do you understand, my little cunker?” her voice had changed from a soft lilt to an insistent hiss as she asked this question.
I tried to reply buy my mouth was pressed tightly to her labia and my tongue was deep within her hot vagina. My head was bobbing and all that escaped my throat was a low moan, but she knew I was trying to acknowledge her instruction to worship their cunts. I had half expected to gag and be sick at being forced to commit such a blatant act of Sapphic lust, but I have to admit now that I found the sweet flavour of her pussy incredibly delicious and I found that tasting the textures and folds of her succulent cunt were similar to that of devouring an exotic fruit.
Eleanor had grasped handfuls of my hair so that she could guide and force me closer and give me little directions and encouragements as to where she wanted me to lick harder with my darting tongue. It seemed as though my whole face was being forced right into her labia and my nose was blocked at the top of her slot whilst my chin rubbed against the cheeks of her arse.
“Suck my clit.........Harder!” she moaned as her body began to buck and shudder to a fierce climax. As she released me I lifted my head, gasping for air and watched as she lay back and dropped her feet onto the floor.
To my surprise Lucy and Mary had returned and were quietly standing either side of me watching intently and waiting for their next order. We all watched as Eleanor sat up, adjusted herself and returned to her seated position on the edge of the bed.
“Cunker, stand and let Mary remove your panties!. I froze and watched as the younger sister knelt before me, reached up under my skirt and slowly worked the tiny garment down my legs and off under my feet.
Mary handed my panties to the seated goddess and said “Uhh she is so hairy!” Eleanor guided me to kneel before her once again.
I watched as she inspected the flimsy panties that had been removed from my bottom. They were a pair of my finest sheer satin knickers, purchased in Harrods of London. I had a fine selection of undies as I detested wearing the simple cotton panties that were supposed to be part of our uniform.
“Katie, look you have soiled your panties!” she growled and shoved the gusset under my nose. “Open your mouth and suck clean your discharge so that I can wear them.” She ordered. To my dismay my mouth opened and Mistress Eleanor pushed the offending gusset into my mouth and I began to suck the narrow strip of fabric. “Now Katie” she continued as she began to rub my temples again. “When we have finished with you I want you to continue with your lessons as if nothing has happened.” She had returned to her low gravelly voice “Do you understand? My little cunt licker?” She spat out this last sentence.
I nodded furiously in affirmation, desperate to please this black goddess seated before me. “I understand you have a two hour lecture with Mr Ontango at 3.00 this afternoon. I want you to seat yourself in the centre of the front row of the auditorium. I have promised Mr Ontango that you will perform a little task for him and in return he will do our little group a favour. Now Katie this is very important,” she was droning on in her low guttural voice, all the time massaging my temples.
“Your little pussy is going to itch like crazy whenever you sit down today. To relieve the burning you must spread your knees open and rub your cunt through your panties. Mr Ontango will observe you throughout the lesson and knows about your problem. Don’t worry, just rub your little cunt and remember you must spread your knees at least twenty inches apart! Do you understand? My little cunt licker?”
She spat this sentence out again, and once again I nodded furiously. “Good girl, and Lucy will be seated beside you to make sure you carry out your first task for the group! Oh and Katie remember the keyword CUNKER. Every time you hear it, you must follow the order you are given. Remember Katie CUNKER!” Now she slowly stood up and lifted the hem of her pleated skirt to her waist to once again reveal her proud vulva and pussy slot.
“Katie!” she ordered “I think they are clean now, so dress me in your fine panties.” I removed the gusset from my mouth and unravelled the garment so that I could hold it low to enable my Mistress to first locate one foot then the other. As I continued to kneel before her, I slowly worked them up her solid thighs and my fingers had to stretch the filmy satin up over the firm globes of her magnificent bottom before they were finally in place. I am a petite size 6 whilst my mistress is a couple of sizes larger, so the white shiny material strained to contain the hump of her sex, causing its contours to bulge before my eyes. Having smoothed her skirt back into place Mistress Eleanor now opened the green box that the sisters had fetched from her room.
“Katie,” she addressed me once again as she sat back onto the bed before handing me a bottle of cream, “Take this liquid back to your dorm, I want you to use it to remove the hair around your twat and ass. Massage it in over your fanny, leave it for ten minutes then take a shower. You have plenty of time before Mr Ontango’s lesson! Do you understand?” I nodded that I did and she continued “After supper I want you to come up to my alcove at 10 o’clock for some further tuition. We will review your performance and I will have Mr Ontango’s report on your little presentation. Don’t be late Katie! I punish girls who disobey me with the cane. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress Eleanor.” I replied, hoping desperately that I would be able to remember her instructions. At that moment in time my mind had not absorbed the full intent of her orders, just that they were part of my Mistresses plan and I was part of that plan.
“Lucy has a set of clothes that you will wear from now on Katie, and I want you to gather all your own uniform and underwear together and bring them to me tonight. We will start right away, so quickly get undressed and put your new uniform on. Do you understand Katie?” She asked. I looked down at the small pile of clothes and nodded in agreement. They looked as though they were identical to the items that I was already wearing but I wanted to protest my unwillingness to change my lovely clean clothes, however I found that I had already started to step out of my shoes and reach for the pile of replacement items. The first item was a tiny pair of extremely thin white cotton school panties, and as I stepped into them I realized the gusset did not have a second layer of material and would offer little cover for my pussy. Mistress Eleanor smiled as she watched the sisters help me out of my skirt and blouse and replace them with the new set of clothes.
“You must wear these panties to your lessons this afternoon!” Eleanor ordered as I continued to change.
A long mirror on Lucy’s wardrobe reflected the new image that these girls had obviously been planning for some time. The pleated school skirt was much shorter, at mid thigh, than I had been used to wearing, and the white cotton blouse much tighter. I didn’t like it and I was just about to voice my thoughts when Mistress Eleanor spoke up.
“Oooh Katie they fit you perfectly and they suite your new position in our little group! Don’t you think so Katie?” She could see I was hesitating, “Speak up my little cunker! Don’t you think SO!” She repeated in her low menacing voice.
“Yes……. Mistress Eleanor………” My voice trailed away as I stared at the slutty looking image in the mirror. My nipples had hardened and were straining against my cheap cotton blouse. I suspected that they had given me an old set of Mary’s uniform as I could see the items were second hand and very poor quality.
“Good. Look after your new clothes as this is your only set until we get some more suitable donations from the group. Now you must be on your way so show your respect to your mistresses with a kiss on our lips.”
The three girls stood in a semi-circle, ankles spread wide apart and lifted the hems of their skirts to their waists. Automatically without thinking, I dropped to my knees intending to kiss the stretched gussets of their white panties one by one. Mistress Eleanor accepted my kiss but Lucy , the older sister, hooked a finger into the leg elastic of her cotton panties and pulled it aside to reveal the gash of her hairless pussy. She allowed her skirt to drop over my head so that she could press my face tightly into her groin with her free hand.
“Taste me Katie!” She urged “Push your tongue in ahhhh....... deeper…….!” She moaned as I located her tight vagina and delved into the juicy entrance. “Kiss your mistress my little cunt licker!” she moaned, as I tried to explore her velvet tunnel. But just as I was warming to my task she suddenly pushed me away. “Good girl, Now show my sister your appreciation!” She ordered in a voice I hardly recognized.
Mary couldn’t wait, for she had dropped her little cotton panties to her ankles and was leaning back against the wall pushing out her full bald cunt for me to worship. Her young black pussy was petite and tight and my tongue had to work hard to part her labia and locate her little fuck hole. “Oh!” she squealed as I burst through the initial entrance “Yes bitch! Deeper! Go on!” she cried in little gasps. I tried to protest but she had hold of my ears and was grinding her twat into my face. “Fucking hell, Bitch, fuck me! Deeper! Yes, Yes!” and within a few seconds she was trembling and bucking through a violent climax. She shoved me away and pulled up her panties
Eleanor stepped forward “Good girl. You have pleased us this morning. Now run along and follow our instructions to the letter.” I turned quickly, bottle in hand, and raced back to my dormitory. I didn’t notice the strange glances and odd stares as I passed friends and acquaintances. At that moment in time I was on a mission to get ready for my 2.00 lesson with Mr Ontango.
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