Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Black Mistress-White Bitch Part Four Written By Lusty Vamp Edited by white slut suze After parking in the garage I began to carry my packages of "prizes" into the house. As I entered the kitchen I was surprised to find that the wall clock read 2:30PM. It certainly didn't seem as if I had been gone five hours, more like five minutes. After I had unloaded the last of the packages into the kitchen I was overcome by a sense of hunger. No wonder, really, since I had eaten only a small breakfast so many hours ago. So I went about preparing a lite lunch and took a diet soda from the fridge. I was about to set down and eat when I was interrupted by a knock at my front door. As I walked to the door I was amazed to realize that I hadn't slipped out of my high heels. "How odd," I thought, "normally my shoes come off the second I hit the door." At any rate, I answered the door and was mildly surprised to find Angel's guest of the night before standing on my front porch. She wore the same very revealing gold bikini as before with matching six-inch heels. Her ample black breasts seemed as if they might spill out of the bikini top at any moment. I am certain that I must have licked my lips as I noticed that the tiny g-string of a bottom she wore just barely covered her black Venus mound. Being an inch or two taller than me her legs seemed to go on forever. For the first time I realized the lovely creature couldn't be a day over 19 years old. I thought there should be a law against being so young and sexy. "Are you done ogling me, honey?" she asked good-naturedly. For a moment I was taken aback and didn't know how to answer. Before I could respond the black girl eased the tension as she stepped through the doorway and laughed, "Oh don't worry about it, baby, I was checking your package out too." Then she added with a giggle, "Not bad for a blondie." "What ... what can I do for ya," I asked nervously unsure if this wasn't one of Angel's tricks or not. "Ah, Angel sent me to get your recites. You've got them don't ya, sweetie?" She asked cheerfully. The black girl stepped completely into my house and closed the door behind her. "Ahhh, yea I got them just a minute and I'll get them," I was still very nervous. Turning I walked back towards the kitchen. As I walked I couldn't help but notice the black girl following me. That unnerved me a bit more. I was sure that the black girl had been sent by my Nigger Mistress, Angel, to hurt me. I walked over to the kitchen table where most of the packages sat. My attention was momentarily diverted as I fumbled around inside the various packages hunting for the recites. I didn't notice the very cute and young black girl slip up directly behind me as I searched. As I turned around, flushed with success, the recites in my hand, the black girl embraced me tightly using her arms to draw me close to her all but naked body. I was too shocked to resist. Her lips clamped on mine as I felt her tongue probing my open mouth. I swooned in her powerful embrace. My titties were pressed tightly into her lovely breasts and any will to resist I may have felt melted away. Our tongues danced together eagerly. My arms wrapped around the black girl's lush body, and my hands grabbed her full bottom and squeezed. I was shocked again by the firmness of her tight bum. Our tongues meshed together and battled the war of lesbian passion. Abruptly the black girl broke our embrace taking a step backwards she snatched the recites from my trembling hand. "I've got to get back," she moaned as the black lovely retreated towards my front door. "Mmmm and thanks, baby," she continued with a beautiful smile, "I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you." I was momentarily mesmerized by the swing of the black girl's bottom, since her bikini bottom was nothing more than a glorified g-string. My sexual engine which revved to life moments ago now roared into overdrive. "What ...what," I worried, "what about Angel?" Reaching the door the black girl looked back over her shoulder with a warm smile on her lovely full lips, "Angel doesn't have to know everything now does she, honey?" Then as the exotic black girl was about to leave a sudden look of horror appeared upon the lovely features of her face, "OMG, I almost forgot," she spoke quickly, "Angel said to tell you to have dinner for three ready by 7PM." Then the graceful creature disappeared out my front door. As the door closed my mind whirled. I felt like a bitch under siege. Certainly, the last thing I wanted to do was prepare dinner. I was completely worn out from my shopping trip. It seemed as if I had been on my feet for days. The backs of my calves were killing me from the high heels I still wore. Besides, that I wondered what I might have to feed Angel and her friend. Then a horrifying thought passed through my mind, "What if I wasn't counted in the three?" A lump formed in my throat as I pondered further, "What if my dinner guests include Angel and two of her friends?" I took my packages into the bedroom and thought about what I would serve for dinner. Absent mindedly I thought about the porn magazine I had bought on impulse. Taking it from it's bag I carefully opened the plastic which enveloped it. Settling onto my bed I began to thumb through the nasty magazine. My juices began to ooze and my pussy throbbed as I took in page after page of a cute blonde white girl fucking and sucking a black couple. It was just so demeaning the things the black couple demanded from their white ho. There were photos of the white bitch sucking black cock, feet, ass and pussy. Other glossy pictures showed the white slut taking the giant black dick in her ass and pussy while sucking the black girl's pussy. God, how I wanted to fuck myself right then and there. But, alas I couldn't, I had dinner to prepare for Angel and whoever she brought to my table. With my pussy screaming for attention I somehow found the strength to close the dirty magazine and put it a way in my lingerie draw. Walking back to the kitchen I opened the freezer of my refrigerator. The light bulb of my brain lit up when I noticed a package of four frozen chicken breasts. Taking the chicken from the freezer I set it in the sink to thaw. From the kitchen I walked to the bathroom and began to draw a tub full of warm bath water. After adding some bath oils I removed my dress and shoes then slipped into the relaxing water. The tension in my body seemed to wash away as I soaked in the tub. That is until I thought of the white girl in the porn magazine again. With my eyes closed I became that white slut. I saw myself kneeling between the powerful looking legs of the black stud. His nigger cock crammed into my wide open mouth. It was me looking into his gleaming dark eyes as if to say, "Yesssss, I know, we both know; I'm your white cock sucking ho." My pussy began to ache all over again. My mind ran rampant with thoughts of being used by the black stud and his girlfriend. I soon found myself diddling my only pussy. What a joke that is I thought as I slipped a finger inside my cunt and began to fuck myself. You see I have never been able to masturbate myself to completion. All I have ever accomplished is raising my level of frustration a notch or two. This time was no different. Summoning my lapsing will power and uttering a soft gasp of despair I got out of the tub and toweled myself off. I soon found myself thinking about what to wear or more importantly what NOT to wear. I decided that it would be appropriate to model some of my new purchases. Walking into my bedroom nude I began to open the packages, which held the prizes from my day's shopping trip. Taking one of my new pink garter-belts I quickly hooked it about my slim waist and straightened the garters then slipped a pair of pink nylons onto my long legs. At least I had always been told they were long. I guess that comes with being 5'9". And, I had always appreciated long legs on others. Perhaps, I thought, that was why I was so enthralled with Angel's "girlfriend" who had to be at least six feet tall. At any rate, I took out one of the pink mini dresses I had purchased and stepped into it. It was the hot little number whose open neckline plunged to my navel leaving it totally exposed. Actually the dress wasn't much more than a short skirt, which just barely covered the tops of my pink stockings, and a few strips of material holding the top in place. Two narrow strips of fabric ran from the front center of the skirt upward over my titties then over my shoulders down my back to the back of the skirt. My back was left completely bare to just above my ass except for a small horizontal strap holding the main pieces in place. In front another horizontal strap ran just under my titties to serve the same purpose. The suspender like strips of material radiating up from the front of the dress's skirt were barely wide enough to hide my nipples and left ample amounts of tittie flesh spilling over on either side. I adjusted the alleged dress as best I could then opened the shoebox containing a pair of hot pink classic six-inch pumps. After slipping the shoes on and buckling the substantial ankle strap I walked back into the bathroom to comb my hair and apply my make-up. Already I could feel the strain that the god awful six inch heels caused my feet and ankles. Having finished with my make-up I walked back to my bedroom on my way to the kitchen. As I passed the full-length mirror I couldn't help but pause for a moment. I was appalled to see a total whore looking back at me complete with hot pink lip gloss. I couldn't believe that I had sunk so low. "White thrash in the flesh," I though. But, I didn't have time to linger. Over the next couple of hours I prepared for my guests. I set the dinning room table with my best linen and china. Glasses and cups were put out as well as my finest silverware. I couldn't believe how quickly my legs began to ache from wearing my new six inch stilettos. I was just finalizing dinner preparations when I heard the front door open and close. Then the unmistakable clicking of high-heels as they crossed the foyer. Filled with nervous apprehension I removed my apron and started towards my living room. Entering the living room I found that Angel and her young erotic girlfriend had already made themselves comfortable on the sofa. I wasn't at all surprised to see that Angel's friend had already lost her bikini top. But, was mildly shocked that she had been allowed to retain her gold colored bikini panties/g-string. But as I would soon learn Angel had different rules for her black girls and her white hos. The dark smooth skin of both gorgeous black women seemed to shimmer. I made a mental note that I just had to find out what they used as a skin moisturizer. Just gazing upon their black beauty started my lezbo juices stirring. My eyes kept returning to the magnificent bare breasts of Angel's girlfriend. I was amazed that a girl so young could have such large and perfectly formed breasts. I'm sure I licked my lips as I noticed the girl's hard, cherry like nipples. Angel's tone wasn't overly friendly as she asked, "Is dinner ready, ho?" "Ahhh, yes, my Nigger Mistress." With that the three of us walked into the dinning room. Angel had me prepare her plate, an order which I obediently complied with. After I filled everyone's wine glass I took my seat. With an evil sparkle in her eye Angel demanded that I eat my meal standing. I felt quite awkward as I stood eating dinner but I dared not to complain. Standing there in my own dinning room in the skimpy pink dress I felt less dressed than had I actually been naked. Angel's girlfriend kept eyeing me like a wild animal might eye their prey. Of course, I'd be lying if I said her ogling didn't thrill me. Besides I continued to leer at her nearly nude beauty as well. Watching the two of us behaving like horny school sluts Angel remarked cheerfully, "Jasmine likes white ho meat, don't you, Jasmine?" The beautiful black girl who now had a name blushed with embarrassment as she replied, "Yes, Angel, you know I love white meat." Then looking squarely at me Angel asked brightly, "You'd love to suck Jasmine's sweet brown sugar of a pussy wouldn't you, ho?' Burning red with shame I answered meekly but truthfully, "Yes, my Nigger Mistress, I'd love to suck Jasmine's pussy. It would be an honor" Angel laughed out loud as Jasmine's dark eyes caught and held mine. My face burned red with embarrassment yet I knew I had to be totally pleasing to Angel or risk being the subject of another round of her brutality. After finishing her meal Angel stood up and directed that Jasmine and I follow her to the living. While Angel and Jasmine made themselves comfortable on the sofa I was ordered to strip and assume my submissive kneeling pose. I obeyed without even thinking about it. I was actually mildly surprised that I had been allowed to remain clothed throughout dinner. Casting off the pink mini dress, which hadn't left much to the imagination anyway, I knelt right in front of Angel. I spread my knees extremely wide and crossed my wrists behind my back. Actually kneeling was a blessing in disguise as the pain from wearing my high heels had become almost unbearable. Jasmine seductively curled her tongue around her pouty full lips as she leered at my lush naked body. I found myself praying that it was a sign she liked what she saw. But it also embarrassed the living hell out of me. And, I couldn't help but think how that velvety tongue would feel between my spread thighs. Well, even sluts can dream can't they? While I knelt self-consciously before the two young black beauties Angel demanded to see the fruits of my shopping trip. I wasn't allowed to stand and had to crawl on my hands and knees like some kind of frigging animal. Of course, the thought of disobeying never entered my head. Leaning forward onto all fours I crawled off meekly to perform my assigned task. My bare titties jiggled freely as I crawled to my bedroom. It quickly became apparent that I could only handle one package at a time in my submissive position. Taking one package I began the slow trek back to my living room. When I finally returned to the living with the first package I was shocked to find Angel and Jasmine locked in a lesbian embrace. The two black ladies were making out like high school lovers. With their lips locked in a passionate embrace Angel mauled Jasmine's bare breasts like an over eager school boy groping his date. As I watched the two black lovelies I felt my own pent-up lust building between my legs. By the time I returned with my second package the top of Angel's black mini dress had been pulled down revealing her hot dark chocolate breasts and their sweet nipples. Jasmine was using her tongue to lavish loving attention upon one of Angel's tarts. God how my pussy began to ache as I watched the two black ladies entwined in passionate embrace. As Angel pressed her black breast into Jasmine's eager moth she slipped a finger between her legs. Smirking meanly in my direction Angel asked coldly, "What are you looking at, you frigging white ho?" Angel didn't give me a chance to answer as she laughed and added, "You want some of my black sweetness don't you, ho?" As she spoke Jasmine continued to feast upon Angel's beautiful breast. I was embarrassed beyond words as Angel caught me ogling the stimulating scene playing itself out in my own living room. But, I couldn't lie to the black beauty that now owned me heart, body and soul. From my kneeling position I responded honestly and instantly, "Yes ... yes, my Nigger Mistress, it would be an honor to taste the sweetness of your brown sugar." Angel continued to work her finger between Jasmine's delicious legs. It was plain the way Jasmine was slowly working her hips that the finger was having its desired effect. A sweet moan of rising lust slipped from between Jasmine's full lips. Angel paid no mind to Jasmine's obvious need as she sneered, "That's right, you frigging white assed ho, feasting upon the magnificent sweetness which is my body is indeed an honor. An honor, which you will not earn until you present me with a gift." I was dumb founded as I knelt on my hands and knees. I had no idea what sort of gift Angel expected. All I knew was that whatever it was I would get it for my black goddess. But, even in my bewildered state I didn't delay my response for a nano second, "Yes, my Nigger Mistress." Sensing my confusion Angel asked in her sweetest voice, "Do you want to know what that gift will be, ho?" From my submissive position I answered instantly, "Yes ... yes please, my Nigger Mistress, please tell me." Sneering again cruelly Angel replied, "You will present me with another frigging white assed ho just like yourself, cunt." Angel laughed out loud as the color drained from my face. The look of horror in my eyes must have told Angel what she wanted to know. As she sat there on my sofa I watched as Angel slammed her hand into Jasmine's pussy. Jasmine responded with a sweet groan of pure pleasure and ground her hips back at the finger fucking her black love hole. "Now then, you fucking slut ho, you have wasted enough of my time," Angel scolded coldly, "and because of that you shell be punished. Remember, you fucking honkie ho, I can always makes things worse for you." Oddly enough my pussy began to ache relentlessly as Angel spoke her harsh words. With sheer ice in her voice Angel said, "Now you will get the rest of your purchases and you will crawl with your frigging white elbows on the floor. Understand you freaking piece of white fuck meat?" Even before Angel had finished her question I had lowered myself so that my elbows were on the floor. My nipples actually brushed the carpeting as I answered Angel's query, "Yes, my Nigger Mistress, I understand completely." Crawling on my elbows had the effect of lifting my bare white ass into the air. For some odd reason I couldn't help but think of what an inviting target my ass must have made. Part of me wanted to revolt yet the pounding throb radiating from my pussy wouldn't allow for rebellion. I hated to admit it but I was nothing more than Angel's pleasure toy. A fuck toy to be used and abused as she saw fit. Certainly crawling on my elbows impeded my progress. It took me several more trips and over a half hour to complete Angel's task. The whole time, for some strange reason, I couldn't get my mind off from my naked ass. Angel and Jasmine continued their dance of loving embrace as I labored tirelessly. All the time I was tiring, my knees were beginning to pay a heavy price. Frankly, I was being worn to a frazzle. Finally I was finished and I felt a gratifying wave of accomplishment swept over my sweating body. As I returned with the last of my day's purchases I wasn't surprised at all to find Jasmine on her knees between Angel's wide-open legs. The skirt of Angel's mini dress was bunched up around her hips. Jasmine had her head buried in Angel's black love nest. The passion that Angel felt was obvious as she ground her Venus mound up into Jasmine's eager tongue. As I watched the two black ladies lost in the throes of ecstasy I had an overwhelming urge to crawl between Jasmine's legs and do to her what she was so magnificently doing to Angel. Angel toyed with one of her own nipples as Jasmine's tongue plied its' skillful trade. I felt my own juices begin to leak from my throbbing pussy and ooze down my inner thighs. I didn't know how much more sexual taunting I could take before I screamed and begged for relief. It was easy to tell that at any second Angel was going to explode with orgasmic joy. The playful jiggle of Angel's free black breasts was breath taking. I actually bite my lip as I dreamed of sucking that beautiful black orb between my lips to share in her utopia. Yet, I dared not over step my bounds. I was, after all, only a lowly white fuck toy for my 21 year-old Supreme Black Goddess Angel to play with. "That's it baby," Angel purred, "suck it ...suck hard, baby." As I watched, mesmerized, Angel's pleasure overflowed. Angel literally shirked out her joy as she grabbed Jasmine's head in both hands and forced her head down harder on her sex. Angel's whole body shook as her orgasm began to hammered her relentlessly. Jasmine redoubled her efforts and Angel pressed her Venus mound upward to Jasmine's eager tongue. Angel was pumping Jasmine's head up and down on her sex as her orgasmic joy continued unabated. Finally after what seemed like several minutes Angel's joy began to ebb. Regaining her senses Angel pulled Jasmine back onto the sofa beside her and began to tongue kiss her lustfully. I wanted to die with envy as I noted the bright sparkle in Jasmine's dark eyes. Soon enough Angel turned her attention in my direct once more. "Well, are you done, ho," Angel demanded to know. "Yes, my Nigger Mistress." "You have all your purchases out here then, ho? Every last one of them?" Angel hissed. "Yes, my Nigger Mistress." "Great," Angel said in one her more sinister tones, "In checking your recites, you white cum hole, I see you bought a magazine. I want to see it right fucking now." "OMG," I thought as my mind whirled, "Oh my fucking god ... OMFG." I had completely forgotten about the magazine, which I had bought on an impulse. Forgotten that I had put it in my lingerie draw. "Th ... the ... the magazine is in my bedroom, my Nigger Mistress," I stammered. "Stand up you freaking white cow." Angel demanded and I scrambled to my feet as quickly as possible. I spread my feet obscenely wide and placed my hands behind my back crossing them at the wrist. Praying that my submissiveness would please Angel. Angel stood up and slipped out of her dress. Wearing only a pair of black high heels she stood right in front of me. Her large breasts jiggled and her nipples were hard and inviting. Angel smiled her warmest smile as she slipped a finger of her left hand between my spread legs and began to slide it back and fourth along the length of my soaked slit. "Was that magazine on my list, ho," cooed sweetly. "Naa ... Na ... No, my Nigger Mistress," I whimpered attentively. My body trembled with desire as angel slipped a finger into my soaked pussy. A muffled groan of pleasure escaped from deep in my throat as Angel began to fuck her finger back and fourth inside my soaked and throbbing pussy. Slowly, very slowly Angel finger fucked my aching cunt. Losing all self-control I ground my hips hard into Angel's hand. My pussy muscles squeezed down tightly on Angel's finger. God how I wanted that finger and needed it. I just barely controlled the urge to beg Angel to fuck me. Yet I knew from the evil smirk on Angel's lovely black face that my quacking and trembling pussy told her all she needed to know. Angel smiled her beautiful smile as she continued to finger fuck my pussy, "Did you think I wouldn't find out, cunt?" Ahh, really I didn't think the magazine was any of Angel's business. I mean after all I had bought everything on her list. But of course, I couldn't articulate my true sentiment. "I ... I ... I don't know, my Nigger Mistress, I guess ... I thought it ... it didn't matter." I moaned out loud with pleasure as Angel began to rub my clit with her thumb. I felt my pussy muscles again clinch down on Angel's finger as she fucked me slightly harder. "Come here, Jasmine," Angel demanded of her gorgeous black slave girl. In a second Jasmine was standing beside her owner. "Put that hot tongue of yours to work on those freaking white titties." Angel ordered. Immediately Jasmine lowered her head and began to tongue whip my left nipple. Pleasure swept over my naked body from every angle. My body actually shook as Angel's fingers continued to work their magic. "Well it does matter, ho," Angel sweetly, "I own your freaking white ass, don't I, you fuck hole?" My spread knees weakened as sheer pleasure overwhelmed my naked body. My mind wanted to scream, "No ... no you freaking nigger you don't own me, no one does." I wanted to laugh and say, "How ridiculous to think a young 21 year old black bitch could ever own a fully mature 34 year old white woman. Ridiculous I tell you simply ridiculous." But in reality the facts were undeniable. There I was the fully mature 34 year old woman standing naked with my legs spread wide open. My mature body trembling with sexual need as the young black girl continued to use her fingers to work magic between my thighs as her young friend tongue lashed my C cup titties.. In the end all I could do was confirm the obvious, "Yes ...yes ... yes, My Nigger Mistress, you ... you own me." "When I tell you to do something you do it and nothing else," Angel hissed. By then Jasmine had sucked my nipple into her sweet mouth and her tongue busied itself swirling about my hard love bud. My head was spinning with pent-up lust as another groan of pleasure escaped from deep in my throat. I was on the very brink of cumming my brains out. "Get the leather strap, Jasmine," Angel commanded sweetly. Jasmine instantly pulled her mouth from my tittie and turn to obey her orders. In that split second Angel pulled her finger from my throbbing pussy and bitch slapped me hard across my left cheek. I stumbled slightly and shirked out loud as the sudden attack snapped my head to the right. Before another second could pass Angel backed handed me hard across my right cheek. The burning string of my cheeks was almost unbearable. The pleasure I had known only moments earlier was just a distant memory replaced by burning agony. "Let this be a lesson, you piece of freaking white fuck meat," Angel berated me as she began slapping my defenseless titties, "I can give pleasure ... or I can take it away," the gorgeous black girl nearly half my age continued to chide me. Taking my left nipple Angel began to pinch and twist it unmercifully as I wrenched in sheer agony, "I can give pain," Angel went on twisting my poor nipple even harder, "or I can take the pain way." Angel instantly released my nipple making her point quite clear as my anguish eased. Just as quickly as the pain eased it returned unabated as Angel renewed her attack on my abused nipple. As she twisted harder and harder Angel hissed, "Understand, cunt" "Yes ... Yes, my Nigger Mistress," I responded quickly praying for an end to Angel's vicious attack. My knees weakened as the agony radiating from my nipple became excruciating. After what seemed like an eternity Angel released my tortured nipple and demanded that I kneel with my elbows again on the floor. As I lowered myself to my knees I realized that Jasmine was standing beside Angel with a black leather strap in her right hand. As I leaned forward onto my elbows I again became painful aware of what an inviting target my raised ass must have made. Not to mention the agony that returned to my injured nipple as it brushed against the carpeting. Angel demanded that I retrieve the porn magazine that I had been trying to hide from her. While I actually hadn't been trying to hide the magazine I didn't argue with the ebony goddess. Certainly I was learning that it was best to simply obey Angel. And, to obey her to the letter of her command. Within seconds of Angel issuing her order I submissive crawled off. In my humiliating crawl position I was constantly aware of my tortured tittie nipple as it was dragged painfully across the carpeting. But still I hurried as much as my awkward position would allow. As quickly as possible I returned to my living room with the required porn magazine. My tortured nipple brushing the carpet a constant reminder of Angel's wrath. I again found the lovely and very submissive Jasmine on her knees between Angel's shapely black legs. Angel was momentarily distracted as she toyed with her own hard nipples. When she realized I had returned Angel demanded coldly, "Let me see that piece of shit, ho." I crawled to the sofa and obediently handed the magazine to Angel. She immediately began to laugh as she glanced over the cover. At the same moment my face flushed bright red with burning shame. With Jasmine's head still buried between her legs Angel began to skim through the pages of the porn magazine. Angel coldly ordered me back to the middle of the room. After I had obeyed Angel demanded that I lay my face on the floor and bury my fucking white titties in the carpeting. As I obeyed I noted, much to my embarrassment, that my bare ass was posed even higher in the air. Before returning her full attention to the porn magazine Angel made one more mean demand, that I spread my knees very wide. I complied without hesitation. From my submissive position I could see Jasmine's beautiful black bottom as the lovely black girl continued to tend to her Mistress's needs. While I couldn't see Angel other than her lovely feet and legs I could hear her. "Ohhhhhhh yea baby, right there. Right fucking there," Angel urged her black girl. It was obvious from Angel's dictates, interspaced with moans and whimpers of pleasure that she was once again climbing the ladder of feminine bliss. In another minute Angel was shirking her delight as Jasmine pressed her head down harder on her black love nest. Angel's second orgasm was more outrageous than the first. She tossed her head wildly as she dropped the magazine and pulled hard on her own beautiful dark chocolate breasts. "YESSSSSSSSS .... YESSSSSSSSSSSSS .... THAT ISSSSS ITTTTTTTTTTT BABY," the young black girl screamed. "THAT'S IT JASMINE ... THAT'S FUCKING IT ... TONGUE FUCK MY PUSSY YOU BLACK BEAUTY." Angel thrashed wildly for minutes on end shrieking her wild pleasure before her utopian joy began to fade All to soon Angel recovered from her pleasure and turned her cruel attention to me. I remained kneeling on the floor with my knees spread wide open. My titties were buried in the carpet as my back ached leaving my helpless ass high in the air. Angel demanded that Jasmine stand and take a position behind me. From my place on the floor I watched as Angel's lovely black girlfriend stood and picked up the leather strap which had been left laying on the floor. God I was frightened. Ohhh who am I kidding I was scared to death knowing what a delicious target my fat white ass made. Angel flopped the porn magazine on the floor beside me so I could see the cover. My lovely Nigger Mistress cooed softly, "Sooo that turns you on huh, baby? A white ho on her fucking knees sucking nigger dick excites you doesn't it, slut?" "Ahhhh nooooooo, My Nigger Mistress," I tried to lie. "Jasmine, give the frigging white ho a taste of truth on her freaking white ass," Angel told her black girl. The whistling noise of the leather crop flying through the air was unmistakable. Then the inevitable Crack!!!! The strap found its mark effectively slamming into my vulnerable ass. Now it was my turn to scream but mine was one of utter agony. I instinctively reached my hands backwards in a futile effort to protection my burning ass. "Move your hands, ho," Angel demanded and with some effort I obeyed. "Jasmine, give the white slut another and this time if you hold back your black bum will replace her white ass and I will be welding the strap. Understand, baby." "Yes, Angel, I ... I understand," I noted the fear in Jasmine's promote response. SWISSSSSH CRACKKKKKKKKK the second lash of the strap was quadruple times harder than the first had been. I couldn't help but yowl as the brutal agony ripped through my naked body. "Answer my question honestly, you fucking lit' white ass ho," Angel demanded. "Yeeee ...yesssssssss ... yes, My Nigger Mistress, it excites me" I stammered the truth. "What excites you, cunt?" Angel demanded to know. "Th ... the pictures excite me, my Nigger Mistress," God how I wanted Angel demeaning word game to end. "Jasmine?" Angel stated coldly. Again the room filled with the whistling noise of the leather strap in flight. SWIIISSSSSSHHHHH CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. I shrieked out loud as the strap tore into my innocent ass. "Pleaseeeeee have mercy on me, my Nigger Mistress, pleaseee." "Was that shit magazine on your list, ho?" Angel demanded to know as she ignored my pleas for mercy. "No, my Nigger Mistress," I answered with the truth. "Jasmine?" SWISSSSSH CRACKKKKKKKK again I screamed as the burning pain tore into my defenseless ass. "Did you ask permission to buy it, cunt?" "Naaaaa ... nooo, my Nigger Mistress." "Jasmine!!" Angel stated coldly. SWISHHHHH CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK Jasmine didn't hold back even a tiny lit' bit as she put the evil strap in motion. I yowled long and loud as the leather strap tore into my upturned ass again. "You'd love to be the girl on the cover wouldn't you, ho, the lit' white slut sucking nigger dick?" Angel continued to degrade me. "Pleazzzzz ... yes, yes, yes, yes, my Nigger Mistress. Ya ..yes I'd love to be that lit' slut. Pleazzzzzzzzzz don't hurt me anymore," I pleaded. The debasing words meant nothing. The blazing inferno engulfing my ass and tearing me to shreds meant everything. "You'd love to be that dirty little white cock sucking ho wouldn't you, Barbie? A dirty little white bitch sucking nigger dick," Angel laughed meanly as she repeated her question. "Yesssss .... Yessss, my Nigger Mistress, I'd ... I'd ... I'd love to suck nigger dick," I whimpered just glad that Jasmine hadn't been ordered to blister my bare ass again. Of course, my happiness was short lived as Angel again commanded, "Jasmine." SWISHHHHHH CRACKKKKKKKKKKKK. I screamed my misery as the wicked agony slammed into my ass once more. Angel began to flip the pages of the magazine as it lay on the floor so I could see them through my tears. One picture showed the white girl sucking the black man's balls as the black girl held his glistening black cock out of the way. Another showed the black man using his thick cock to whip the white girl's face. Each time Angel turned the page Jasmine was ordered to deliver another stroke of the strap to my already blistered ass. My ass burned like the fires of hell itself. Another picture showed the black man's cum being shot unto the white girls face. Another showed the black man's cock being fucked between the white girl's ample titties. One page showed several pictures of the white bitch worshipping the black man's feet. One picture showed the white girl actually sucking one of his black toes right into her mouth. And still my ass paid a dear price as Jasmine continued to work the strap at Angel's direction. Each stroke seemed more powerful than the last. My ass burned without mercy. Angel turned the page, SWISHHHHHH CRACKKKKKKK, and the white girl's attention turned to the black girl. One picture showed the white girl tongue lashing one of the black girls hard chocolate nipples. Another showed the white girl trailing her snake like tongue over the black girls flat tummy. I couldn't believe how friging hot I was becoming as I gazed at the pictures Angel showed me. My helpless ass was burning like hell itself yet another blaze burned just as hotly between my spread thighs. Angel turned the page, SWISHHHHHHHHH CRACKKKKKKKK, I couldn't control my screams any longer. "Pleazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz," I screamed out loud. "Pleazzzzzzz, my Nigger Mistress, pleazzzzzzz I can't stand any moreeeeeeee," I beseeched Angel. "Listen to the piece of white thrash howl, Jasmine," Angel taunted smugly. Then speaking to me Angel said, "This should be a lesson to you, you freaking white assed ho. When I send you shopping you buy exactly what is on the list, NOTHING MORE. Understanding you dirty fucking ho?" "Yaaa ... yes, my Nigger Mistress, I understand." "Jasmine!!" SWISHHHHHHH CRACKKKKKKKKK. Jasmine preformed her task to harsh perfection. The strap fell across my broad ass once again with deadly effect, "EEEYYYYOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW," I screamed in burning agony. Angel grabbed my hair and direct my attention back to the obscene magazine beside me. The new page showed the white girls head buried in the black girl's love nest. The black man was on his knees behind the white girl rubbing his powerful cock on the girls naked ass. Angel turned the page and Jasmine again applied the leather strap to my helpless ass. SWISHHHHHH CRACK. Which was instantaneously followed by my screams of suffering. Finally Angel had reached the back cover of the magazine which showed the white girl's head still buried between the black girl's thighs as the black man fucked the white girl's ass hole. Showing no mercy whatsoever Angel directed Jasmine to give me five lashes of the leather strap. Jasmine obeyed with five powerful, rapid fire strokes that left me trashing wildly and screaming out in misery. I could only imagine the damage being done to my poor ass. Angel returned to sit on my sofa then directed Jasmine to remove her thong panties. Jasmine quickly peeled off her panties and dropped them on the floor. Smiling warmly Angel said, "Now come her and whip my pussy, with your velvet tongue." Angel giggled, "Yea, baby come her and whip my pussy with your tongue." Jasmine quickly moved into position between Angel's legs. I remained in my kneeling position on the floor my ass still burning and tears trickling down my cheeks. As Jasmine busied her tongue Angel looked at me and said, "White cunt Barbie, you will now whip Jasmine's ass." Through my tear stained eyes I saw Jasmine actually cringe slightly. Giggling at Jasmine's apparent distress Angel reassured her, "Don't worry, lover, the cheap fucking white ho is going to tongue whip your ass aren't you, ho?" Swallowing a lump in my throat I gave the only response that I could, "Yes, my Nigger Mistress." Slowly I lifted myself to my hands and knees. Every muscle in my body ached. On my knees I positioned myself behind Jasmine who had spread her knees. Then as Jasmine buried her tongue in Angel's love nest I began to lick and kiss her ass. I hated myself for what I was doing, worshipping the black ass of the girl who had so recently blistered my own ass with the dreadful leather strap. But there was no other option unless I wanted to risk another ass blistering or may-be something far worse. So there I was a mature 34 year old white woman sucking the ass of a 18 year old black girl. I heard Angel's moans of ecstasy as Jasmine applied another superb tongue-lashing. At the same time Jasmine wiggled her sweet black ass in my face as if demanding more of my own tongue. Hating myself even more I used my hands to spread the cheeks of Jasmine's tight ass. Then I stabbed my tongue right down between the dark brown cheeks to Jasmine's puckered black ass hole. Jasmine ground her luscious black ass back into my face demanding more and more of my tongue while Angel's murmurs of joy rose to a fevered pitch. The sounds and scents filling the room drove my own yearning desire to new heights. The throbbing ache between my thighs was unbearable. God how I prayed for a hot tongue to tend to my own sexual urges, to quell my burning need. In my state of red-hot arousal I didn't forget the task at hand as I continued to ream Jasmine's puckered hole with my own wet tongue. Honestly, for some strange reason I did want to reward the beautiful black girl for blistering my white ass so horribly. I couldn't deny, not even to myself, that the abuse had set off a raging inferno of insatiable and wanton lust and perverse need within my naked body. Folding my tongue and stiffening it as much as possible I began to force it into Jasmine's tightest hole. Yes, yes, dear god yes I was actually tongue fucking the black girl's ass hole. And the black girl who herself was kneeling between Angel's open thighs began to press her ass harder and harder into my fucking face. Then through my lust filled daze I heard the soft and shrill cries of feminine joy. Angel had reached yet another intense climax. Angel's wild gyrations were telegraphed through Jasmine's naked body to my own. I could almost feel her overpowering pleasure as it crashed down upon her, almost. My own urges and desires burned hotter than ever as I continued to minister to Jasmine's lovely ass. After several long minutes Angel stood and ordered Jasmine to do the same. I continued to flick my tongue hungrily at Jasmine's ass as it was taken from my reach. Suddenly Angel filled the room with hysterical laugher. "Look, Jasmine," Angel roared, "look at the freaking white pussy fuck herself." My cheeks burned red with humiliation and shame as I realized Angel was right. In my nearly insane desire to achieve sexual pleasure I had absentmindedly crammed three fingers into my own cunt as I had worshipped Jasmine's ass. Both black girls laughed at my miserable condition. I stopped momentarily as the shame of it all drove me to the verge of tears. "Don't stop, ho," Angel insisted, "fuck yourself like the cheap and dirty lit' white assed cunt you are." Then as an after thought Angel added, "Jasmine, get dressed we are leaving." I didn't want to continue masturbating as Angel had ordered. I wanted to show Angel I could be strong even if it meant another brutal punishment. But my will power was far too weak. Before Angel had finished uttering the words my fingers were again buried deep in my deprived pussy. I hammered my cunt hard driving myself higher and higher up the wall of kinky sexual pleasure as I thought of worshipping Angel's magnificent love muffin with my tongue. The two black girls dressed as I continued to debase myself before them. I couldn't stifle my whimpering of sexual joy. My pussy ached with burning need like never before. "Get the magazine, Jasmine," Angel demanded. Jasmine bent to pick up the obscene magazine that still lay on the floor near my high heel clad feet. "Ohh what the fuck," Angel laughed, "leave it, after all the horny old cow has paid for it twice." Angel walked to where my naked ass still rose high in the air and gave it a powerful slap with her bare hand, "And don't forget you friging ho I want you to find me another white slut to play with understand, cunt?" From my humiliating position all I could say was, "Yes, yes, yes, my Nigger Mistress." "Come on, Jasmine," Angel called out, "Lets go. It looks as if the dirty piece of white trash wants to be alone." Angel laughed her ugly ridiculing laugh again, "Alone with her fingers and her dirty book." Still fucking myself madly I heard the front door open then close and I knew the beautiful young black girls were gone leaving me to fend for myself. The End of Part Four I hope that you enjoyed this first installment of BM-WB. Constructive comments are always welcome and may be sent to lusty_vamp@yahoo.com. I also consider all ideas for future plots which might be shared with me. I answer all as my busy schedule permits. Warmest Regards, barbie