Black roommate
Chapter 2
As Angie babbled beneath her, Sandra slid her cute butt back on Angies belly and
rolled her T-shirt up, exposing Angies plain black bra. Angies words slowed down
as she looked pleadingly up at her, but she quickly resumed her verbal
worshipping as Sandra gave her a menacing stare. She unhooked the front and
slowly slid the cups to the side, finally denuding Angies udders. They were
rather firm for their more than respectable size, though they still obeyed
gravity and parted , now unsupported, on her chest.
Sandra examined the wrinkly nipples, dark even in comparison to Angies ebony
globes. They were pointing slightly up- and outwards as they were drawn to an
oval shape by the weight of the soft flesh that hung over the edge of Angies
ribs.
Without warning, Sandra lay her hands flat on the side of Angies tits and
slapped them together on her chest, forming a mellon-sized cone that protruded
from Angies chest, nipples close together and pointing upwards. Angie gave a
little yelp mid-sentence.
"So what you just said these are good for?"
"Th..they are good for making a soft comfortable seat for you, or to warm your
delicate feet" Angie replied quickly. She had split her stream of thoughts, one
trying to make up more and more original material for Sandras ears, the other,
even more imaginative, making plans what she would do to this perverse bitch if
she got her chance.
"Good girl" Sandra said smiling and gave Angies right breast a pat. "I think you
now deserve something you are obviously longing for."
Sandra grabbed Angies wrists and leaned forward, drawing her Arms straight over
her head. Her large creamy-white breasts dangled now an inch in front Angies
face. She closed her eyes and tried to turn her head away to escape this
intimidating closeness, but her own out-stretched arms prevented this.
As Sandras fingers digged in her wrists she quickly brought her face back and
opened her eyes again to the large and somehow demanding looking breasts with
these extraordinary large pink aureoles and the thick protruding nipples.
"Which one do you want to kiss first my little filly?" Sandra said in a generous
voice.
"The...the right...?" Angie replied anxiously.
"Is there something wrong with the other? Huh?" asked Sandra in a more menacing
tone.
"NO, i mean no, i just couldnt make up my mind in my silly head and just said
something."
"Well, OK, then you may now kiss my breast. You must be awfully proud, arent
you?"
Gulping, Angie brought her head up to kiss some of the flesh surrounding the
aureoles. It wouldnt be so bad if she just kissed her there, Angie thought. Just
like kissing another girl on the cheek. Something not really sexual. No, not at
all. But in the back of her mind she knew she wouldnt get away with it.
As she brought her head up, eyes closed, she felt Sandra shift. She opened her
eyes and saw that Sandra had brought her breast just a little out of reach of
her thick pursed lips.
Sandra sighed. "I knew you would somehow spoil it. But since you want it so bad,
iŽll give you another chance. First, you will thank me for my gift before and,
of course, aftwerwards. Second, you will leave your eyes open and look in mine.
Third, and last, you MAY kiss my nipple. You MAY even take my sweet little nub
between your lips as you give me a long, wet, smacking kiss." Sandra had talked
in a kind voice, but accompanied every "MAY" with some pain in Angies wrists to
make sure she got the message.
"So try again!"
"Thank you." Angie mumbled and brought her head up again. She parted her pursed
wet lips slightly, hesitated a moment and took the nipple between her sensuous
dark lips. She felt it stiffen instantly as Sandras aureole hardened and drew
together on her lips.
She looked up at Sandras cruel, smiling face as she kissed her nipple with a
long wet smack that drew the erect nub against her front teeth, knowing that she
just would have to do this again and again if she failed to do exactly as Sandra
had said. There was a sucking sound as Angies unwilling mouth finally parted
from the glistening nipple. She laid back totally humiliated and again crying
softly as she removed a fine thread of saliva that had formed between Sandras
breast and Angies mouth with her tongue. "Thank you" she added, as she saw a
questioning look in Sandies face.
"And now the other one, titsucker" Sandra panted. She was breathing heavy by
now, squirming her panty-covered pussy on Angies nude black belly. Angie felt
the slickness and was disgusted. She tried to think about something else, but
that was entirely impossible with that intimidating closeness of her body.
Sandra was now too hot to wait much longer. She wanted to cum on this girl,
against her will, to show her who was her boss in a definite way she knew any
woman must understand. She found that the best way the first time was to do this
in a kind of male way, laying on top of her and covering her whole body with her
own. The oral training would have to wait a little longer. She wished she had
denuded her completely before, but that wasnt really necessary.
She took hold of Angies index fingers with her right hand and bend them
backwards. With her now free left hand she quickly removed her panties and
planted her dripping scrotch firmly on the lower protion of Angies belly. She
pushed Angies knees up a little with her heels and hooked her feet under her
legs. As she pressed her body on Angie, she cupped the underside of her left
breast and held it in Angies face, her stiff nipple touching Angies tightly
closed mouth.
"Open wide, filly, and look at me". Every of Sandras commands was now
accompanied by a fierce twisting of Angies fingers, and a even fiercer jerk if
she hesitated even the slightest moment. Angie feared she might break her
fingers just by accident in her sexual frenzy, so she complied quickly and
opened her mouth as far as she could until her jaw hurt from the strain.
Sandra savored the sight for a few seconds, staring down at Angies tear streaked
beautiful dark features, her eyes looking up at her with fear, hate, pleading
and defiance, her mouth ridicolously wide stretched, a pink hole waiting to be
filled with the tit of Angies most hated enemy. Sandra cupped her breast again
more firmly and fed it between Angies stretched lips.
"Suck!" she ordered, "And dont dare to take your eyes off mine." Sandra complied
and sucked more of her tormentors flesh in her mouth, "assisted" by Sandras
fingers pushing more of it inside.
Sandra suddenly bumped her body hard on Angies chest, forcing the air out of her
lungs and quickly squeezed Angies nose shut with her fingers and pressed her
chest hard on her face. Frantically struggling to inhale, even more of the tit
was sucked in her oral cavity.
Sandra rested her forehead on the floor and sighed as she enjoyed the struggling
and spasming body beneath her, that beautiful strong belly involuntary massaging
her pussy, the panicky swirling tongue on her hard nipple. As she felt the mouth
close slightly on her breast, she gave Angies fingers a hard twist, Angies mouth
going wide again instantly. "Bite, and i will really hurt you." she said softly
in Angies ear. As the struggling slowly subsided, she looked down and enjoyed
the sight of Angies stretched lips around her cone for a moment longer. That was
what it must look like for men when they feed girls their dicks, she thought.
Before Angie could pass out, she dislodged her tit from Angies now panting mouth
with a pop. She inched back a little and looked down into Angies panting face.
She let her breath deeply for some time. She wanted her to be completely aware
when she rode herself on her to orgasm.
As Angie came around and opened her eyes, Sandra took Angies wrists back in both
her hands and held them at the sides and a little above her head. She laid flat
on top of her with her whole upper body and positioned her crotch on the lower
portion of Angies belly, about the height of her navel.
"Look at me" she told Angie in her terrified face and began to make slow fucking
motions, grinding her pussy on her belly, all the while looking directly into
her eyes, making it impossible for Angie to shut her mind from the abuse.
After a few minutes she increased her tempo slowly, sometimes lifting her crotch
completely off and slamming it down hard again. It was an incredible turn on for
her when Angie emitted short moans and grunts when she did that. Her crying eyes
were full of hate as she was forced to look up at her tormentor.
Sandra kept "fucking" her like that for twenty minutes, the sweat on her
forehead dripping down on Angies face, her belly a slick film of her juice.
She decided to come soon. She started to rub on Angie full speed now, like a
rabbit. She bit in Angies earlobe and turned her head to the side, so that
Angies cheek was resting on the carpet. She stabbed her tongue in her ear and
nibbled on her neck and cheek. Finally she was about to cum. She laid her lips
on panted and moaned loudly as she finally orgasmed, grinding her pussy
forcefully on Angie.
As she slumped down on the firm body beneath her, Angie couldnt hold it much
longer. She had never felt so degraded in her life. A girl she had quickly
learned to despise had just forced herself onto her, had used her body for her
sexual pleasure like she would have used a vibrator. And she had had no chance
to do anything against it. That it had been another girl was even worse. She
started wailing, her sobs shook her whole body. Sandra welcomed them as she lay
slumped down on her victim and enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm. This one, I
want to keep she thought as she lazily explored Angies ear with her tongue some
more.
After a few minutes, as Sandra lay on top of her in her afterglows, Angie felt
her grip weaken on her wrists. If she just could muster enough strength, she
might be able to surprise that bitch in her weakened state. She was athletic,
too, and this bitch would learn that real soon. With a sudden jerk, she rolled
onto her left side. The surprised Sandra fell on her side in front of her. Just
as she realised that "her filly" would put up a fight once more, Angies right
knee impacted on her solarplexus. Even an athlete like her had numerous weak
spots that cant be trained enough to withstand such a fierce blow. She went limp
like a doll, inwardly cursing herself for her short lack of attention. Angie
took her chance and quickly straddled her neck and pressed Sandras wrists to the
floor above her head, giving her little leverage to throw her off.
Now that she had the upper hand on her tormentor, she went furious. She crossed
Sandras wrists and held them down with one hand, using her upper body weight to
strengthen her hold. With her other hand she started beating her stuck face open
handed repeatedly. Sandra, who had just started to resume a normal breathing,
was still to weak and too astonished to struggle much. Besides, she realised
that this position was rather effective even on a trained person. Her dominance
crumbled rather quickly in that humiliating position, and soon she found herself
begging Angie to stop slapping her swelling red cheeks. Finally Angie stopped
and looked disgusted down at the puffy face between her thighs.
She couldnt believe that this wimp under her was the same person she was forced
to submit to just a few minutes before. She remembered the taste of her feet and
breasts in her mouth and spat in her face. While she just despised the thought
of lesbian sex just a moment before, she wanted to pay this bitch back tenfold.
She made up her mind and inched her ass down to Sandras hips. Before she could
try anything funny, she brought her free fist down on Sandras solarplexus once
again and stood up quickly, never taking her eyes off the panting girl at her
feet. She wouldnt do the mistake to underestimate her opponent. She stomped down
on her belly for good measure, and quickly got rid of her clothing. She allowed
herself a moment to look at her lean but curvaceos body in the mirror before she
resumed her position astride Sandras throat.
She pinned Sandras wrists under her chins and looked down at her stuck face.
"And now" she said with a stern expression, "you fucking dyke will eat me."
Before she could think twice about what she was about to do, she planted her
crotch on Sandras mouth and nose. "And dont even think about biting." she added,
reaching back and pinching and ripping hard on Sandras right nipple.
And Sandra didnt even thought about it as she saw Angies neatly trimmed black
bush and firm lips descend onto her face. And, in the opposite of what Angie
thought, she wasnt a dyke. Just the thought of licking another womans pussy
disgusted her. This fact made it such a turn on for her when SHE rode some poor
girls face.
As Angies pussy was seated firmly on her nose and lipps, she heard her
commanding voice again.
"You will look at me while you eat me. And, by the way, it may take some time to
make me cum, since I dont really enjoy the thought of having some bitch lapping
my pussy. And now get your fucking dyke tongue to work."
Sandra could tell that what Angie said was true, since the only wetness she
could detect between Angies legs was a little sweat from the previous fight. She
made a muffled grunt in Angies crotch as she felt another sharp twist on her
nipple and quickly darted her long tongue inside Angies body. One more twist
reminded her to open her eyes to see Angie smiling grimly down at her. She was
utterly disgusted as she started to move her tongue around in Angies pussy. She
felt getting weaker from the small amount of air she could only breathe through
her nose embedded in Angies pubic hair. She gathered what was left of her
strength tried once more to get her hands free and turn her head, but Angie
pressed her calves just a little bit harder against the side of her head and
waited on her secure perch until Sandras strength vanished and her struggling
subsided. She sobbed from the humiliation that her resistance was completely
ignored by Angie, who just told her to go on lapping.
Angie, on the other hand, was surprised to find herself a little aroused by
Sandras feeble attempts to free herself that she had rode down so easily. She
felt her nipples stiffen as she imagined herself as a goddess on her throne,
making this unwilling blonde bitch beneath her to do such an horrible task, just
by exerting her power.
As she sat there she wondered how far she could, or would, go in humiliating her
former tormentor. She shuddered in revulsion as she imagined what that girl
would have done to her if she hadnt been able to get the upper hand.
Unconsciously, in a feeling of insecurity, she put more weight on Sandras face,
as if she was afraid she could get at her again. Then she relaxed and smiled to
herself. Her "problem" was beneath her womanly black buttocks and was forced to
give her some oral service.
She closed her eyes and gently stroked her clit, caressing her large breasts
with the other hand. In other circumstances she would have imagined some of her
sexual fantasies, but she found that nothing she would imagine could beat
reality at this moment. She knew she would do this again and again. Now she
could somehow understand Sandra (whose tongue-work was little imaginative at the
moment; a quick twist on her sore nipples corrected that in an instant). Other
than the feeling of power because you could reduce someones face to a real good
masturbation tool, it simply felt physically incredible good to have your crotch
filled out with warm moving flesh. The arch from the tip of Sandras nose to her
chin fitted so good that Angie pondered if white girls faces were not actually
meant to be a seat for the superior african women. Oh yes, she would do this
very often in her life.
As her juices started to mingle with Sandras tears and saliva, she wondered if
it would be the same with someone who actually liked it, but quickly she came to
the conclusion that it wouldnt. Well, it would probably feel nice, too, but that
erotic feeling of conquest would be missing entirely.
Angie was now quickly aproaching orgasm. With her eyes still closed, she reached
down and burried her fingers in Sandras hair. She pressed her wide pelvis down,
yanked Sandras head upwards by her hair and started bucking wildly on the face
that was now so wonderfully tightly pressed in her wet folds.
Due to Angies short-trimmed pubic hair, it felt to Sandra as if someone tried to
remove her skin with a wet shoe-brush, but she was wedged so hard between Angies
legs that she mainly worried about her facial bones and her nose, which was
repeatedly knocked on by Angies pubic bone.
With a wild animalistic scream of victory Angie finally came. She looked down
dreamy through her half closed eyes as she enjoyed the afterglows of her orgasm.
Sandras face reddened, since her nose and mouth were completely embedded in
Angies swollen wet flesh. Angie wouldnt repeat Sandras mistake of letting the
victim get the upper hand, so she sat there with a gentle rocking motion until
Sandra was still conscious, but not able to make much trouble for some time.
When she got up she knew she was safe from a counter attack since Sandra seemed
to be busy sucking air in her burning lungs. To lengthen the time she got she
knelt with one knee between Sandras breasts as she calmly draped Sandras limp
arms in a way that her hands lay pointing upwards at the sides of her head, her
fingertips touching her neck. She stood up and put first her right, then her
left foot in the warm waiting hands.
She towered over her for some time, waiting for her to recover so far that she
was at least able to comunicate. As Sandras panting subsided, Angie squatted
down until the anus between her parted cheeks was an inch from Sandras mouth.
She let Sandras heavy breath tickle her sphincter for some time until she
thought that she had her full attention again.
"Thank me."
Sandra lay stunned for a moment, then let out a desperate wail and fresh tears.
She knew what was coming. She had done it too often to other girls not to know.
And she knew that she had no fight left at the moment and that there was no way
out of performing that most degrading and even more disgusting task.
"Thank you" she cried out and, clasping the slightly sweaty feet in her hands,
brought her head up to cover the wrinkled dark hole with her wet lips. Angie
shivered from excitement. Sandra finished the sloppy kiss after 3 seconds with a
smacking sound and let her head drop back down on the floor. She desperately
hoped Angie would be satisfied by it. Fearful she looked up.
"Oh, you naughty little dyke, a little kiss on my feet would have sufficed."
Angie lied with a smile. Now that she knew how wonderful those soft lips felt in
that sensitive area and wondered how a tongue would feel inside it, she decided
not to neglect her precious asshole any more. But she still had at least a
weekend to go.
"But since you are so hot for it, Ill even sit you to sleep. Good night."
With that, she lowered her ass down again on Sandra, letting her cheeks engulf
her face, and waited for the again struggling girl to pass out.
