Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2013 09:59:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ashley Becomes a Submissive (lesbian/adult youth and interracial, oral, anal, g/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and a older woman.  If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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Ashley Becomes a Submissive
By
Jan

	I am sitting in my living room looking out the
front window impatiently awaiting the arrival of one
of my family's previous maids, and my first lover.  My
name is Ashley and I am 27-years-old, a diminutive
sized woman.   I'm not quite five-foot two with light
brown hair.

	It had been months since we had visited each
other.  She is a 39-year-old, six-foot one, black
woman with a very robust figure.  While waiting for
her to arrive, I reminisce about how I became her
submissive sex slave.

	My parents were and are free spirited, and I
was an only child.  They are wealthy enough to be able
to afford to live twenty minutes outside of Detroit,
Michigan in the town of Birmingham.  The community
is probably the wealthiest neighborhood in the State,
definitely in the Detroit area at least.  The family
home is on a 3,000 square foot plot, nestled among
plenty of trees.

	I was a naturally curly blonde at the time, with
sharp green eyes that occasionally change color.  At
that age I was very short for a 13-thirteen-year-old,
my breasts were an unimpressive B-cup, with hips
that were already widening.  I knew that my hair
would probably darken to match my mother's brown
hair as I grew older.  I take after my mother when it
comes to looks, and my personality, in that I am shy,
quiet and polite, but we do enjoy having fun and being
adventurous.

	I was always a well behaved child, but when it
came to sex I had developed an interest at an early
age, because my parents were very sexual.  They
didn't bother hiding their sexual activities from me.
Mom and Dad never made a secret of their sexual
activities.  I was an adult before Mother admitted to
me that they enjoyed being caught in the sexual act.
That explained why I witnessed them having sex so
many times.  I was scared by the size of his cock for
many years, because Dad was endowed with a cock
just under 10-inches long, according to my mother.

	When I would catch them fucking, I never
stayed around for long, because it made me nervous
thinking they would be upset with me watching them.
I would quickly sneak away.  Seeing my Daddy sticking
that thing of his in Mother's pussy made me horny, I
began to masturbate about the age of 11, while
visualizing them fucking.

	My parents had a housemaid to look after the
house two to four times a week.  When I was about
thirteen years old they had to hire a new maid
because the maid was relocating to another area.
They advertised for a new maid and hired a tall black
woman named Tanya when I was 9-years-old.  To me
she was a very attractive 25-year-old woman.  She
would cook for us on occasions, but cleaned two to
four times a week.  She was not a live in maid.

	She is six-foot one, a tall woman anywhere, a
little heavy, but her height hides the excess weight.
She sports F-sized breasts, and a big bulbous butt.  I
learned in the black community that her big booty
was sought after by the ghetto males.

	When I was first introduced to her she
frightened me, because she had a stern expression on
her face.  She had a look about her that said, "Don't
mess with me!"  It was obvious that she didn't
particularly enjoy doing maid's work, or taking orders
from people that treated her as if they were better
than her.  When I got to know her I felt comfortable
with her, because she was so kind to me.

	We would go shopping together and all of the
standard girly things.  She was very talkative and
outspoken.  She developed a great relationship with
my parents.  I suspected that she engaged in sex with
them, but I never witnessed them doing it.  They
never had any complaints about her work.  My parents
didn't require her to wear a uniform as a reminder of
her place or anything like that.  She wore casual
clothes to work in, but she did prefer colorful socks.
I developed a little fetish for colorful socks.

	I had lost my virginity at the hands of the older
brother of my best friend a few weeks before the
"Winter Break" for finals.  It was February and my
parents were planning on going to Las Vegas for a
wedding of friends of theirs.  They asked Tanya if
she would stay at the house to watch over me.  They
didn't feel comfortable leaving a 13-year-old alone
for four days.  Tanya agreed to stay with me and look
after me.

	The first night after my parents left we were
watching a movie on the television when a rather
graphic depiction of sex came onscreen.  Tanya
immediately changed the channel instinctively.  I said,
"No wait...leave it on!"

	So, Tanya changed the channel back to the
movie we had been watching, and she watched my
reaction.  After a short time she said, "You seemed
to go into a world all your own.  You were rubbing
yourself as if I wasn't even here."

	She wound up scolding me for masturbating in
front of her, but she also began to question me about
what I knew about sex.

	I confessed that I had witnessed my parents
fucking many times, and that I had sex with the
brother of a friend.  I admitted that I masturbated
almost every night.  I will never forget the look on
her face.  The grin on her face had the mischievous
look of a child that had eaten the last cookie.  I had
never told anyone about what I knew about sex
before, and thought I had made a mistake telling
Tanya.

	She gave me an ultimatum saying, "If you do
what I tell you to do we will have fun, and I will not
tell your parents about anything."  (Her meaning was
unmistakable, as sexual as my parents were, I feared
what they might do if they knew the full extent of
my own sexual habits, as young as I was.)

	She didn't need to do much convincing to
persuade me to do whatever she wanted.  This
moment was going to be the change in our relationship
forever.

	Even though I was willing to submit to any
demands, I was fearful about what she would demand.
I was still naturally a shy insecure girl.  The rest of
the night she would teach me about sex, from a soft
kiss and aggressively kissing with tongue, and how to
lavish attention to her breasts.  She showed me how
to play with myself, and how to eat her pussy.

	I have to admit that as soon as my tongue
touched her wet pussy I was hooked.  Her chocolate
colored pussy was covered with pubic hairs tightly
curled as watch springs.  As dark chocolate brown as
her labia was her inner pussy walls looked like raw
meat, no different than my own.  I was completely
smitten by the size of her clitoris.  It seemed to
dwarf the size of mine.  I found out just how
sensitive her clit was.

	She truly was an amazing woman.  I had always
admired her 40-F sized tits, and big bulbous butt
that was big enough to rest a text book on, but now
that I saw her clit I was willing to concede that it
was large enough to actually fuck me with.
Everything about her was just bigger and so much
more powerful than anything I had ever seen before.
I was completely under her spell, after I saw her
without clothes, even though she continued to wear
those strange but colorful socks.

	While we were in bed together she assumed the
dominant leadership of everything she demanded me
to do.  She propped herself against the headboard of
my bed with her legs spread and knees bent.  She
cradled me between her legs as she fed me her tits
to suckle on.  In addition to directing all of my
actions, she constantly assailed my ears with nasty
abusive language, like calling me her little pussy
eating whore.  The language was a turn on for me.  It
was like resting my face in a big soft warm pillow as I
clamped my mouth on one of those big chocolate
nipples.  She directed when I was to switch to the
other nipple.  When she had enough of me sucking her
tits, she laced her fingers through my blonde hair and
forced me down to her waiting pussy.   She rubbed
my face in her wet pussy so long that I actually got a
rug burn from her pubic hairs.  When she finished
with her orgasm she cradled my head between her
tits, while she stuck her fingers into my pussy and
masturbated me until I had a strong orgasm.

	The next morning after we made my bed and
dressed she made an executive decision that we
would spend the remainder of the four days at her
home.  We had to take the bus across town to her
residence.  It was located in a black neighborhood.  I
was too young to appreciate the looks the people
were giving me as Tanya led me into her small
apartment.  The looks may have been a result of their
curiosity about a white girl in their neighborhood.  If
they knew that she was a lesbian their looks may have
been curiosity about the young white pussy she was
dragging home.

	Just the same, behind the closed doors we
spent the remaining time naked, except for the
colorful socks she wore.  She was in total command.  I
was at her beck and call.  She had me put on a slave
collar around my neck, just so that I was aware that
she was my master.  She enjoyed lacing her fingers
through my hair with a strong grip to pull my head
around to suck on her tits or force me to go down on
her wet and smelly pussy almost constantly.  There
was hardly a moment my lips were not glued on her
pussy.

	At other times she was sitting on my face.  I
became addicted to oxygen deprivation.  Her big ass
would spread over my face.  She insisted that I lick
her pussy and asshole until she would cum.  (That
became my absolute favorite pastime.)  Whenever I
was eating her pussy it was NEVER a quickie.  Many a
time I passed out while pleasing her.  For four days I
was her oral slave.  Not one time did she suck my
pussy during all of that time.  (To this day she has
never sucked my pussy.)  Her only way of pleasing me
was to masturbate me with her fingers or fuck me
with a strap-on dildo, every bit as big as my father's
cock.

	By the time my parents made it home we were
back at the house behaving like the best of friends.
Tanya assured my parents that I had behaved like a
perfect angel during their absence.

	I made it a habit to take the bus to her place
every chance I got.  I learned to enjoy something
new, including being fucked in the ass by her dildos.
We remained lovers all the way through high school.
At least two or three times a week we got together.
Anytime my parents were out of town Tanya would
stay with me.  She would wake me up in the morning
by finger fucking me before sitting on my face.

	My contact with her was less frequent while I
was attending Michigan University.  I only got to visit
her while home between semesters.  During that time
she changed careers.  After graduation I moved back
into the area, but found my own place where I could
be myself.  I renewed my relationship with Tanya, but
I also sought out other women to party with.  Work
also interfered with my sex life.

	Tanya also had a daughter of her own, without
benefit of marriage or a boyfriend.  Our visits are
far less frequent now; it all depends on our mutual
schedules.

	At that moment her car pulled up in front of my
house.  As soon as I saw her walking up the walkway
to my house, I bounded for the front door.  I flung
the door open even before she had the chance to ring
the doorbell.  I jumped into her arms, and wrapped
my legs around her waist as I smothered her with
kisses.  Tanya carried me back into my house, and
kicked the door closed with her heel.

	She pried my arms from around her neck as I
released my grip from around her waist to stand on
my feet.  She laced her strong fingers through my
hair and forced me to my knees in front of her.  With
her other hand she lifted the front of her dress
revealing that she didn't have panties on.  She
smashed my face against her strong smelling pussy.  I
was in heaven servicing her again like I had as a girl.



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