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Click hereAllison's hands played softly in my hair, making this intimate interlude even sweeter. I wanted nothing more than to give this beautiful, radiant redhead the most earth-shattering, body-quaking orgasm of her young life.
Ten minutes became fifteen, which then became twenty before Allison gently pulled my head deeper into her oasis of sweetness, a subtle instruction that of course I obeyed. My fingers penetrated her pussy while my mouth nibbled on her clit. Slow at first and then more quickly, I nodded my head up and down, painting her pussy with my paintbrush tongue. My head was pulled in once again, my tongue reaching deep inside her, and she gently rubbed her pussy on my face, slyly fucking herself. I extended my tongue as far as I could and allowed the beautiful goddess to get herself off on my tongue and my face.
Both excited to get her off and taste the river of juice that coated my lips, tongue and face and disappointed to know this special moment of sweet intimacy was almost done, I continued to lap her juices until she pushed me away, just like her Mother had done earlier. I watched as her body continually shivered, the orgasm I gave her seemingly never ending.
Both excited to get her off and to taste the river of juice coating my lips, tongue and face, but disappointed to know this special moment of sweet intimacy was almost over, I continued to lap her juices until she pushed me away, just like her Mother had done earlier. I watched as her body shivered and shivered, the orgasm I'd given her seemingly never ending.
Finally, and surprisingly, it was Susan who ordered, "Felicia, please join us."
I peeked out from beneath the table, and crawled out and sat between Jayde and Susan. How much I'd changed! I hadn't been remotely embarrassed to be under the table servicing three much younger women, yet now sitting with them as if we were equals, I was nervous and shy.
Allison suggested, "Let's dance."
Susan surprised me by taking my hand and leading me into the throngs of lesbian woman of all ages, races and sizes. The next two hours were a blur of dancing, shot taking and flirting. My pussy was on fire and desperately in need of release, when nature finally called.
I asked, "Mistress, may I go the washroom?"
Susan, who seemed to be getting more accustomed to being in control, gave me permission.
Allison warned, "Watch out, there are a lot of predators lurking."
I went into the bathroom, hoping both to tinkle and get myself off, until I remembered the rule about permission. I sighed and was surprised to see a queue for one of the stalls while two others were obviously available.
I asked a tall Mexican girl, "Why the line?"
"For Big Rosie," she explained as if it were obvious.
"Who's Big Rosie?"
"The best tasting pussy in the greater Boston area," she said.
"You're all waiting in line to eat out a woman?" I asked, once again surprised.
"Yes," she replied, not even remotely embarrassed.
I was curious, yet nature called, and I scurried into the stall beside the line. I sat down and was peeing instantly. The moans in the adjacent stall distracted me and I noticed a peephole. I knew I shouldn't, but I had to. I leaned toward the hole and saw a chubby black woman as dark as I was, with her legs wide open and a woman at least in her sixties lapping away. It was so naughty, so taboo and yet so hot, I felt my pussy tingling. Wanting to come, I decided to take action myself. I got out of the stall, washed my hands and becoming aggressive for a change, I grabbed the hands of a petite Asian, and assuming she'd be submissive like many Asians, led her into an open stall. Without a word, I guided her down to her knees and offered my very damp pussy to her. She looked up and I ordered, "Lick my black pussy."
The order was all the guidance she needed, and she very willingly leaned forward and began licking. Her tongue did wonders on my cunt, as she licked up and down for a while and then would shake her head gently from side to side, a weird yet sweet sensation. After only a couple minutes I was getting close and I asked, "May I come?"
She looked up, confused.
I ordered, "Tell me to come."
Still confused, she said, more a question than an order, "Come, Ma'am?"
Close enough! I pulled her head deep into my heated cunt and as her tongue did a full assault on my clit, I exploded all over her. Once my orgasm finished its course, I was exhausted and I pulled up the unknown pussy-pleaser and kissed her, tasting my own juices.
She kissed me back and said, "Thank you, Ma'am."
I thought it absurd for her to be thanking me, but I replied, "You're welcome. You have a great tongue."
"Thanks," she smiled and left the stall.
I composed myself, left the stall myself, smiled smugly at the two coeds staring at me and glanced at the line that was now four women long. I was curious, how good could she taste? I considered joining the line, but I knew now wasn't the time.
I returned to the table where only Allison remained.
Allison's tone was accusatory. "You were gone a while."
"Yes, Miss," I replied.
"And?"
"I saw Big Rosie and it got me so hot that I pulled some stranger into a stall to please me," I admitted.
"Impressive, I didn't know you had that in you," she smiled before asking, "Was the line for Big Rosie very long?"
"Four deep," I replied, before adding, "seems a little crazy."
"Really?" Allison asked, pointing out, "You have your own Mistress and I'm sure you've done things for her that were far more outrageous than standing in a queue."
"Touché," I agreed, "but is Rosie that good?"
"It's indescribable how amazing her taste is," Allison explained, letting out a very soft moan. "You'll have to try her."
Out of the blue, Susan, who I learned was under the table pleasuring her Mistress, receiving her real birthday present I assumed, ordered, "Do it now, Felicia. Go please Big Rosie."
I was surprised, but replied obediently, "Yes, Mistress." I returned to the bathroom and to the line that was now only three deep. I lowered my head and waited my turn. Part of me was excited, curious at how good one would have to taste to warrant a line, while another part of me was humiliated to be publicly waiting in line to eat some stranger's pussy. Yet, after all the sins I'd committed recently, this one seemed rather tame in comparison.
During the next half hour I heard screams of pleasure, simmering moans and nasty talk, and I saw the glistening faces of three other women. At last it was my turn, when the older woman who'd been in front of me emerged for her walk of shame, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
Once I was in the stall, I was greeted, "Ahhhh, a first-timer."
"Yes, Miss," I acknowledged, dropping to my knees.
"Aren't you eager?" she teased, as I stared avidly at her fat pussy lips and swollen clit.
"Yes, Miss, I am," I replied, waiting for permission, her scent drawing me in.
"Go ahead, my dear, have a taste," she offered, adding, "you're clearly hungry."
And I was. I leaned forward, extended my tongue and tasted the promised perfection. I can't even begin to explain the taste. It was a mixture of all the sweetest tastes I'd ever tasted all mixed into one. It was like she'd found the secret recipe and was offering it to all who wanted a taste. For several minutes I just lavishly enjoyed the taste, in no hurry to leave my submissive position on my knees.
Suddenly she snapped, "I know you could sit there on your knees forever like the eager cunt-pleaser you are, but I have others waiting, too. Now get me off, Nigger."
Being called a Nigger by a fellow black woman was substantially less humiliating, even though I would never have used the word before my downfall. I took her clit into my mouth and began moving my head sideways as my tongue simultaneously swirled around it. I got the reaction I expected as Big Rosie's moans increased, and within a couple of minutes I was rewarded with the champagne of pussy juice. I drank it up like it was wine until her orgasm was done.
She pushed my head back gently and said, "That was very good, my girl; I hope to see you again."
Standing up, my knees sore, I replied, "Oh, I imagine I'll be back often, Miss."
"You do that," she smiled, and I opened the door for my own walk of shame.
Once I was out of the stall, I saw three more women in line, including Jayde. I returned to our table where only Allison was still sitting.
"Well?" she asked.
"Wow," was all I said.
"I know," she smiled, "I've seen many a straight girl become a raving dyke after just one evening at this club and one taste of Big Rosie."
"I can't even begin to describe it," I offered.
"Can you imagine if that could be sold? Every woman in the world would become a dyke, and the population explosion would become a thing of the past."
I laughed before asking, "Where's my Mistress for the day?"
"I sent her home. Although she appreciated my gift, she was clearly uncomfortable being in charge."
"I hope it wasn't because of me," I said, worried I'd been a disappointment.
"Oh no, my dear, she really is only a sub, and doesn't have a Domme bone in her body. Even just sending you to Big Rosie was hard for her, but it was her way out."
"Okay," I said, trying to stifle a yawn, exhausted.
"I'm going to Susan's to give her the rest of her birthday present," she smiled, "me."
I responded, "I can't think of a better present."
"I'll drive you back to your car," she offered.
"That would be great," I said.
Half an hour later, in the parking lot of the mall, Allison stripped off my dress, pulled on the chain connecting the nipple clamps to my tits and drew me down to her delicious cunt. I had one final taste of Allison's perfection while my tits burned, as Allison never released the chain. After she came, we swapped cell numbers and she gave me her Mom's number, too. The thought of sex without humiliation was an appealing option, one I would use all summer while the kids and Mistress Madison were gone (Mistress and Nicole travelled to Europe for the summer, while Nicholas did a month-long road trip with his buddies).
Yet, by the end of summer, I realized something about myself. I enjoyed submitting to Allison and the sex with Corinne was amazing, yet something was missing. My orgasms were harder to achieve, and they lacked the powerful body-numbing explosiveness of the ones I had when I was being used by Madison or Nicole.
It wasn't until Madison arrived home and dominated me in front of my daughter and three of her friends, hurling abuse at me the entire time, that I realized what the problem was. I could only reach true sexual fulfillment when I was being treated like a slut. Both Allison and Corinne treated me with respect and compassion and for some reason, no matter how much I wished it weren't true, I needed to be treated like a slut, a slave, a submissive.
It was then that I knew exactly what I had to do.
40. EPILOGUE
Attempting to live a dual life of both Professor and slave was exhausting and stressful, and once the fall semester was over, I resigned from my teaching position.
In the fall, Nicole began college and joined Madison's Delta Kappa Pi sorority, while Nicholas went to a larger college a few hours away on a football scholarship. In January I sold the house, all my possessions, and got a new job as the slave of Delta Kappa Pi. I was a full-time live-in maid who cooked, cleaned and provided any required sexual activities. Every day I spent the night with a different sorority sister, and when I wasn't needed, I slept in the basement on a cot. I had no possessions and relied on the sorority to clothe (as much as I needed) and feed me.
In retrospect, I can barely remember the life I used to have, and I'm sure that in time the former me will be erased from existence, totally forgotten, and the only part of me that will remain is the mindless sex puppet that Madison has turned me into.
The sooner the last remnants of my past are gone, the better; the sooner I can forget my old life, the sooner I can become the perfect slave.
"Nigger, get in here and eat my cunt, Mommy," Nicole, my almost Caucasian daughter, called out.
I immediately crawled into her sorority room. Her roommate was also on the bed being pleased by Nicole. I crawled onto the bed and began lapping at my daughter's cunt, one of the greater than one hundred Mistresses I now pleased.
My mind already programmed for instant obedience, I felt the very last remaining memory of the past fade, as I became the mindless puppet I was ALWAYS meant to be.
The end...
- COMMENTS
Although I appreciate the quality of the writing, I didn't like it. Not because of the racial aspects, but because it was far too long and contains too much human degradation.
That was an epic read. Not sure many others could have written it, nor would I likely have wanted to read it if they had. I've read many of your stories now and this one was the most satisfyingly complete. Several of the themes were not to my taste but all were executed with finesse.
226. A well written and excellent story with many interesting twists and falls. It is unfortunate that I really am not a fan of stories with a lot of poor treatment of others. And I was hoping that you would have our main character win her inner battle, and the other sluts as well. Unfortunately, most of the characters were losers. When you chose to write about a fall, you took it all the way to the social bottom, well done for a story I was glad to finish.
A great idea & a great story. A+...but...but...too many characters, everyone in this story is a (not so) secret slut/slave, gets unrealistic.
Still a great concept.
And this is why, Jaz, you're the most popular and beloved author in here. Simply put - exquisite novel.
Reading a good story is a joy by itself, but finding a great one is a marvel to behold. The way you depict and unfold the fall from grace - that's what stands out most of your stories, from Milf Seductress and 1950's series to standalone. Yet how surprising it is that one of your earlier tales held a test of time and crystallized as perhaps among the most controversial and enticing on this site.
Maybe it doesn't have hundreds of comments (people are lazy or can't articulate thoughts), a ton of views (not everyone is ready to invest 5-6 hours reading an erotic novel), undeniably it's provocative.
For obvious reasons, I'd like to mention and praise your wit, erudition, unmistakable style of writing. That's what makes you ... well, You. I've no clue how you were capable to create so many stories during the last decade, but we, the audience, are blessed you did.
Still reading this story again and again. All stories in this site are trash compared to this masterpiece
Really enjoy your story
And you have giving me the motivation I needed to start writing my
i have always enjoyed to read your stories, but with this oe i had to stop already early in your story, this story moves too fast for my taste and its too racist aswell your other stories has a flair of dominance without it moving over the line. there is just parts that are not realistic and then you bring in way too many people that kills the main story, like take the last page and count how many names you close this story with and the once you started the story with is almost all gone. beside this i think your a creat writter. and to the one saying this wasn't racism, it definatly was..
A touchy subject for sure but that's what makes it so arousing (remember the things you can't have you desire even more. Great work
Jesus fuck I can't believe I've got analyse fucking smut piece. This clearly wasn't about race, at least not for Madison, she wasn't any more racist than she was sexist or homophobic or anything like that she just wanted control and manipulation and race was just a way to do that for the main character and her family and anyone else of a different race from her, mainly she was just being lazy society does it for her. She was just using the easiest method she added or disposal to get under the skin of the subs and get them to utterly submit her. So yes the racial stuff wasn't necessary It was just easiest for her.
I am black and I more than loved this story. Everything about it and racist part mostly. I wish I could read more stories like this, or even much more explicit than this one. I'm blown away and I want more.
Wow this is just brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Love the racial equations and buildup and tauntings.
This is almost a repeat of your "Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate" story, only a lot more racist in content. I've always enjoyed your writings, but this time. All the overtly racist comments and scenarios ruined it for me to the point where I was unable to complete reading it. Although I realize this is a pure fantasy story, personally, I think you could have delivered it a lot better without the overuse of the word nigger and the heavy racist theme. This story may have been better suited to a plantation scenario as opposed to a modern day college. Very disappointed.
I'm black and I enjoyed it. But I must say, it would have been just as good without the racist character. She could have just had her submit without all the racist language. It didn't add anything to the story in my opinion. Still a very good story.
This is my favorite story from Silkstockingslover....and that says a lot as she has so many great stories. The taboo topic of white over blacks just makes this even more hot IMO.
Would love for you to do another story regarding race.
As the author states before the story, this is fantasy. It is unrealistic to believe that anyone would have the success rate of Madison. I didn't read it all in one sitting as it is very long. I think it would have been better broken up into multiple chapters, I could even see Keishas submission as a separate story. It's sad to me that a small percentage of readers see this as racist, It's equally sad that the author seems apologetic for writing what many women and men of all ethnicities enjoy reading.
Having encountered this long and fascinating (and hot) story only recently, I'm a Johnny-come-lately to these comments, but I'd like to stick my oar in. Because of what I'm about to say, it's s also worth mentioning that I'm a white guy.
As I believe Jasmine expected, some people have slammed her as a racist for writing a story such as this. I disagree.
Some people seem to think that anyone who acknowledges that there are any differences at all between our various races is a racist. So for instance if I say that black women tend to take more of a leadership role in their families than in other cultures, or that many Asian people are better at technology that most others, or point out that there are many generalizations one could make about qualities that tend to distinguish one race from another (while acknowledging there are many exceptions to whatever rule I'm describing), I must be a racist. Again, I disagree.
I agree there are many things I could do that would qualify me as a racist if I was one (I don't believe that I am).
For instance if I'm white and you're of a different race, I encounter you walking down the street and from your looks, I decide I already know all that I need to know in order to judge you, I'm being racist.
If we meet socially and I snub you because of your looks, I'm being racist.
If I'm in a position to deny you housing, or a job, or courtesy, or a seat next to me on a bus, or all kinds of etceteras, and I do so because of your color or your looks, etc., I'm being racist.
And I think that the common thread here is that if I absorb minimal information about you and am prepared to diss you based on only that, that's racism.
On the other hand what I believe Jasmine has done with this powerful story is an in-depth character study. It seems to have been based on a specific black woman after corresponding with her in depth and written with her approval. I wouldn't be at all surprised if she didn't run a final draft of this story past the woman requesting frank critiquing. Yes, there are characters in this story - even major ones - who are unmistakably racist and who aren't shy about proclaiming all kinds of white supremacist and often very hurtful rubbish. But that isn't what this story is about. The story is about a well-respected black professor and her fall. Or is it a fall? She has some very painful and humiliating experiences along her journey, but perhaps she ends up thinking they were worth it?
Bottom line: this story doesn't just scratch the surface of racist themes, it explores their psychology, why racism might appear to be a good thing to some people, what are racism's pitfalls, how does it (and other things) affect a very specific person, and a person that as the story progresses, we the readers get to know and understand extremely well. I don't know about you, but from start to finish I really cared about Felicia Jefferson, and I still do. I wish her the very best.
This story is far from racist.
It kept me aroused the whole time, even when I wanted to take the little white bitch and tie her down and abuse her.
I'm wondering what this story would be like if the positions were reversed by race.
Read this years ago. Just read it again and is still awesome. The positive comments far outweigh the trolls. My wish is you would visit the story again, and fill in some gaps, both post and pre.
Post wise, is she still a sub for the sorority, either in the near or distant future, perhaps even a new generation? Is Nicole a switch, as she was eating Madison, and also a fellow member at the end? Does Madison ever eat Nicole? Of course she wouldn't dream of doing the prof, but maybe Nicole or other house members.
And how about her beginnings? She seems to have many women in her web, including her own little sister? How did she manage this? And do her parents know Emily eats between her sister's legs? Do they care? Or even approve or assist?
And finally Le Chateau. You center many events around this club? Does Madison know Governor Green? Or Bree? Or Allison? Or any of the other assorted dommes and mistresses who hang out there?
Despite being an older story, and some bitching about the length, I think it is one of your best. Judging by the ratings and such, many others do too. And I think you have many avenues you can travel from here, starting with the few I mentioned here. Great job once again.
God I would love to see a sequel to this all about Keisha!
One last thing. I did wish that Felicia and Kiesha reconciled but the real elephant in the room was that they were so alike that they hared each other and became one and the same. Kiesha thought she was better than her mom and fell like she did. So I can kind of understand why Kiesha disowned Felicia because it would be looking at a mirror and all of the ones who she looked up to failed her(especially Carol) and ultimately, she failed. You wrote 22 pages and still have lots of material to expound on if you want to go in that direction which I hope you do BTW. P
You're one of my favorite story writers on Literotica. Not all your stories are for me. I am a lesbian and I don't always with protagonist's POVs in your stories but I love how even your secondary characters have their stories with the main story. It's one of the reasons why I am such a fan of yours.
The fascinating aspect of this story is that Felicia tries so hard to fight against her true sexual nature not realizing that her own insecurities trying to fit into what society want from her that she falls apart and she projected them onto Kiesha who also spectacularly fell apart.
All Madison did was perceptively use those insecurities to assert her dominance in every situation that she could. She used men and women alike no matter their ethnicity and rather than seeing that dynamic, people who were offended by "racial terms" probably didn't go beyond that to see the macro dynamics of Felicia finding herself. I also saw Carol's story as another example. She fought her sexual desires and also fell apart in the end.
So what message does a story has for me: Live life on my terms. I am married but I am not with my wife to be "respectable" but because I love her and she loves me. We tr trust each other wholeheartedly and completely and we do sub/domme role play all of the time. For example, I have bigger boobs than does(she's busty too) and we "boob fight" until one of us cum first. I always win because I'm the bigger girl and she loves it when I take control of her in that way and she gets off when I "put her in her place."
That is offensive to many, especially in the lesbian world and lots of women don't want to admit when they're fascinated by bustier girls and even though some of those experiences were humiliating to me because at one time I was seen as a giant boobed fetishized jump-off, I also learned that it's ok to have fetishes, preferences and it's ok to push boundaries sexually. That's your stories are about, as well as to entertain and you do an excellent job of it. Thanks for continuing to post stories on Literotica. Pll
Loved everything about the story. So humiliating, so sexy just great. would love to see a reverse story so to speak. an older black woman enslaving a young white married southern woman who maybe has feelings of guilt because of her ancestors treatment of black slaves. That would be so hot!. BTW I thought the length of the story was necessary to develop the characters and the story line. I dont care for 2 or 3 page stories that have a good premise and then dont develop it, sort of leave you hanging.
Great story! Loved it all! Obviously some people can't handle race play and D/s. They really should just avoid it rather than offering up repetitive and boring negative criticism. I hope you ignore their comments here.
Not even close. I was even embarrassed for the main character (Felicia). I am a guy and as I read this story, I kept wanting Felicia to grab this bitch (Madison) by the throat and have the fucking gumption to take back her life and fuck the consequences. This was not submission, this was orgasms masking degradation. Jasmine, u mentioned a big fantasy of yours was being fucked and dominated by a black man or woman. You must also have low esteem problems. This story sucked and the half page disclaimer you have was apropos. U are my favorite author but this was fucking black (no pun intended.)
Has self loathing issues. It's possible to write interracial literature with a dominant white without the constant references to right wing racist memes and white grievance. None of the characters drew me in, it bordered on the ridiculous, and was just a fetishistic display typical of race play stories, which is why they suck- emotional connection, real deep emotional connection not necessarily healthy but profound - surpasses the superficiality of skin and surface. Obsession with self as object to be used reflects poor sense of self. Not arousing for me.
I have to say that this is one of the most refreshing storylines I have seen in a long, long time.
As a black man, I say kudos for breaking the mold.
And as for the person asking that we look for videos of people being called 'n!gger', I say that is exactly the kind of video that disgraces black people and makes the world call us 'n!gger'.
I read this years ago and just re read it and find it just as cock-hardening as ever! The scene where the professor is on al fours, MOOing like a cow for her White Goddess makes me blow every time!