The Dangers of Staying in the Closet
-- by lightswitch (C) July 2007

(FF, lesbian), reluctant, lesbian rape (gray zone), (interr,
interracial), (white female, wf; black female, bf), strap-on

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Cynthia was gorgeous.

She seemed to glide, as she descended the stairs, her pale
apricot gown clinging to every curve of her alabaster body. In
the front, the gown elegantly draped her up to the neck; but in
the back, it plunged daringly to the curve of her rounded, pale
derriere. Her perfectly coiffed blonde hair was upswept in an
elegant wave.

Cynthia balanced a crystal glass of deep-red wine in one hand and
waved with the other.

"Susan!" she called. "Hi!  Glad you could make it!"

I made me way across the crowded room until I reached her, at the
base of the stairs.

"Well, don't you look stunning!" she complimented. "I love that
shade of sky-blue you're wearing! I just wish I had the cleavage
to pull it off, like you can!" I blushed and waved off the
compliment.

"Your cleavage is just fine," I reassured her. "Hell, I wish I
had *your* chest: I'd give up a little size for that kind of
shape, any day!

Cynthia blushed and laughed. "OK, if we're through praising each
others' tits ..." she teased. I joined in the laughter.

"So, what do you think of the party, so far?" she asked. I
shrugged.

"I still can't believe that such a crumby apartment complex has a
two-floor penthouse, at the top," I said. "Still, I don't think
the party was a good idea."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, look at all these people," I continued. "All crammed
into such a small space."

Cynthia nodded. "On one hand, I love formal affairs. But this ...
trying to pull a formal party off in such cramped quarters ..."

I nodded.

"And the neighborhood isn't that good, either," Cynthia
whispered. The penthouse, itself, was nice and very convenient to
downtown. Being rent-controlled, our hostess had ignored the
run-down neighborhood, and the low caste of the building's other
residents.

Cynthia's nose wrinkle in distaste. "What are *they* doing here?"
she asked, pointing to a group of three, shabbily-dressed black
women.

I didn't recognize them, but Cynthia filled me in. Their names
were Nell, Tamika, and Latoya. Evidently, all of them lived in
this building, in the cheaper, more run-down units on the ground
floor.

All three looked out of place; mostly, I suppose, because the
rest of the party-goers were white. These three were also the
only other residents of the apartment complex, other than our
hostess.

The one called Tamika was the first of the trio that most people
would notice. She was about 5'8" and sported absolutely beautiful
features and figure. Her large, dark eyes were surrounded by
heavy lashes and her thick, full lips were shiny with some kind
of bright, orange lip-gloss. Tamika's rich, deep
chocolate-colored hue put her in the mid-range of the three,
colorwise.  Her leather vest, miniskirt, and thigh-high boots
made her look like some exotic, if cheap, model. The military cap
and dark sunglasses completed the look.

The one called Latoya seemed pretty average, to me. She looked to
be about 19 and appeared to be the youngest of the three. She was
quite pretty, I suppose, if one is in to other races, but her
clothing did nothing to enhance this. She stood about 5'6" and
appeared to favor baggy, black  sweatshirts. Latoya wore a black
baseball cap, wearing the bill in front, shadowing her eyes.
Latoya's soft, latte-colored skin made her the lightest of the
group.

While all of them looked out of place, the one they called Nell
was the worst.

Nell was big and big-boned, standing about 5'10". She dressed in
dirty leather clothing that looked as if it rarely got cleaned,
if ever. She looked to be in her 30s, but I suspected she was
younger. Nell's short hair looked more at home in a biker bar,
which is where I suspected she spent a lot of her time. Nell was,
by far, the darkest of the trio, her skin going beyond brown to
actual black.

"They don't belong here," Cynthia sniffed. I shrugged,
uncomfortably.

"Well," I sighed, "I suppose that with a  party this size, in a
multi-unit building, one almost *has* to extend an invitation to
the other building residents. Whether they fit in or not."

"Cynthia sniffed. "The couth thing to do would have been to
recognize it as an obligatory offer and graciously decline,
realizing one wouldn't fit in amongst one's betters."

I started to respond, but the big black woman identified as Nell
had left her group and was pushing her way towards the restroom.

As she pushed her way past us, the big woman jarred my friend's
elbow.

The daintily balanced crystal glass Cynthia had been holding came
flying towards me. To her credit, Cynthia reflexively reached out
and snagged the glass. But she was unable to stop the flight of
its contents.

The wine splashed across my décolletage.

Cynthia's face went pale with horror. "Oh, Susan!" she cried. "I
am *so* sorry!"  I tried to calm her, as we dabbed at my gown
with a napkins.

"Not your fault," I reassured her. "You were shoved; not a lot
you could have done."  Cynthia continued to fret.

"Becky is about your size," she said. "Why don't you go to her
bedroom and see if there might be something serviceable you can
wear. Then we can see about that stain. Oh, I really am so sorry!
I'll go find her and let her know I sent you to borrow a dress."

Becky?" I asked. "Who's Becky?"

Cynthia stopped her daubing. "Becky is our hostess," she said.
"Now scoot!" She gave me a firm nudge.

I nodded, and tried to look nonchalant, although I was certain
that everyone in the room must be staring at me and the large,
red stain running across my chest and trailing towards my tummy.

In all probability, I knew, my dress was ruined. There was no way
to get red wine out of this kind of fabric.

Sighing, I gave a weak smile and headed off towards our hostess'
bedroom.

The hallway off the main room was narrow and I saw the restroom
door open, as I passed. There was no sign of Nell, for which I
was thankful. Even so, I hurried past and got to the bedroom at
the end of the hall.

Slipping inside, I was surprised to see a lone candle, flickering
on a nightstand, at the far side of the bed.  Why had our hostess
left a candle burning, in here, while a party was going on in the
main rooms?

I made my way to the folding, louvered doors of her closet. But
as I laid my hand on the closet door handle, I felt the cold
trickle of wine hitting my panties.

Damn, not only was my dress and push-up ruined, but now a
perfectly good pair of panties was ruined, as well! I decided to
take off the dress, before the spilled wine could trickle down my
legs and ruin my shoes, too.

I stripped off everything but my shoes and tossed it all on the
floor, near the nightstand. Most of my front was sticky with
drying wine. I hesitated to use my dress to dry myself, even
though I knew it was probably ruined, already.

I decided to check the master bath for a towel, before looking
through the closet - I didn't want to inconsiderately ruin one of
Becky's dresses with my wine-stained body. Looking down, I noted
with disgust that my neatly-trimmed brown bush was now tinged a
deep vermillion hue.

Time to get cleaned up!

I had taken only two steps towards the master bath when I heard a
noise coming from the hallway. Eyes darting towards the bedroom
door, I saw the knob turning!

Someone was coming in!

And I was almost completely naked!

I immediately realized there was no way I could cross the bedroom
and make it to the safety of the master bathroom, in time.
Panicked at the idea of being caught, nude, in a stranger's
bedroom, I bolted to the nearby closet.  Whipping open the
louvered wooden doors, I leapt into the shadowy closet and closed
the doors quietly behind me.

Trying to calm my anxious breathing, I peered through the louvers
to see who was coming in.

To my surprise, I saw Tamika and Latoya slip into the room and
close the door. They were giggling.

"You think Nell is gonna do it?" Latoya asked, trying to stifle a
giggle. "You think she's gonna score that uptight white chick?"

Tamika gave a slow grin, as she fished a plastic bag of what I
assumed to be marijuana from her handbag.

"After spilling wine all over her?" Tamika chuckled. "Not
likely!"

I felt goosebumps over my naked body.

"After spilling wine on her?"

Me? Were they talking about me?

Suddenly, I found myself wishing I had stayed home.

Latoya laughed and eagerly eyed the joint Tamika was rolling.
"Damn, but Nell is hot for that girl, though," the light-skinned
black woman chuckled. "She just laid eyes on her tonight and it's
all she can talk about ... how she's gonna `do her' and make that
white girl her bitch."

Fear made my throat dry and I tried to slow my rapid breathing.

Tamika sat on the edge of the bed, less than two feet from my
hiding place, and began to leisurely puff their joint.

"Guess I can relate," Tamika sighed, exhaling slowly. "I've got
an arrogant white bitch I'm going to humble tonight, myself.  I'm
tired of her attitude and her bad-mouthing me. Tonight, she's
going to be using that pretty little mouth for something better!"

Latoya laughed, but looked miffed. "Come on, Tamika!" she whined.
"Don't be like that!  Pass that fat boy over here!"

The darker woman gave a lazy grin and threw the baggie of pot to
her friend. "Roll your own," she said. "I've got plans for this
one. Just remember: If there's one, wait for my invite and we'll
double-team. If there's two, you take the other." I had no idea
what she was talking about, but Latoya nodded and rolled her own
reefer.

"If there's one?" I wondered, "If there's one what? One joint?"
But Latoya was already rolling a second. I was confused.

They sat there, smoking and chatting. They were interrupted a few
minutes later when the door opened and two more women walked in.

One, I immediately recognized as Cynthia. The other was an
attractive redhead wearing a low-cut green gown that barely
contained her large white breasts. The two white women stopped,
stunned, looking at the two black women, sitting on the bed.

"Hey," Tamika greeted them, inhaling deeply.

The redhead recovered first. "What are you doing in my bedroom?"
she asked.

Her bedroom? She must be the hostess, I reasoned.

Latoya grinned. "Toking up," she answered. "Want a hit?"  She
gave the two white women a sardonic look. "Or are you too uptight
and racist to share a `illegal drugs' with two black women?"

The white women looked taken off-guard. Cynthia finally took the
bait.

"We're hip!" she asserted, glowering at Latoya.

In the closet, I groaned. Did anyone use the term "hip," anymore?
Cynthia was sounding *so* "un-hip."

"We've done grass before," Cynthia stated. "Pass that on over!"

Tamika, who had been reclining lazily, was suddenly animated.

"Hey, come on over here and share one with me, Blondie," she
offered, jumping off the bed to steer Cynthia away from Latoya.
The light-skinned girl grinned and took the redhead by the arm.

Once with Cynthia, Tamika smiled broadly at the white woman.
"Remember, baby!" she said. "You gotta breathe it in deep and
hold it for as long as you can, to really get the full effect and
not waste it." She gave the elegant blonde an appraising look.

Cynthia assumed an affronted look. "I told you," she snorted,
"we've *done* grass before. We're hip!"

The dark-skinned woman smiled, nodding. "Really hip," she said. I
couldn't tell if she was being sincere or merely mocking my
friend.

"Tell you what," Tamika said, letting a slow plume of smoke out
between pursed lips, "Since this joint is down to a roach, I
think we should do `shotguns.'"

It was obvious that Cynthia knew as much about these `shotguns'
as I did.

Which was "nothing."

Tamika sat Cynthia down next to her and Latoya sat Becky down
next to her. All four women were now on the edge of the bed
facing me, less than two feet away, with the two white women in
the middle.

In the shadows of the closet, I chuckled - they couldn't have
arranged themselves for my viewing any better if they had tried!

Tamika smiled and told Cynthia, "Open your mouth, baby, and get
ready to inhale."  The beautiful black woman held her joint
between index finger and thumb and slowly and inhaled deeply,
probably a full 10 seconds.

Tamika then lowered the reefer and gently grasped Cynthia by the
shoulders. Drawing her near, she brought her mouth to within a
quarter of an inch of the white girl's.

And then she slowly exhaled.

I felt a jolt of unexpected arousal as I watched a thick plume of
blue-gray smoke pass from between Tamika's thick, parted lips
into Cynthia's partially opened mouth.

The blonde's exquisite chest expanded as she inhaled deeply,
taking in the beautiful black woman's marijuana-laden breath.
Cynthia's eyes closed and Tamika pulled her a little closer.

"Oh *fuck*, but that's hot!" I whispered. They were only being
frugal with the remnant of a joint, but ... I felt my bare
nipples harden. I moved my face closer to the louvers, to get a
better view.

Tamika had turned and was regarding the blonde. Cynthia was
slowly exhaling, face flushed and eyes half closed.

"That's it, baby!" the black woman nodded approvingly. "Just like
that! Nice and slow."  Tamika took another long pull on the
glowing roach.

Lungs again full, the leather-clad black woman pulled the
formal-gowned blonde close and brought her full, dark mouth close
to the white girl's. Their lips almost grazed as Tamika slowly
and deliberately exhaled down the white girl's receptive throat.
The blonde didn't seem to notice that the black woman had pulled
them even closer, this time, their chests gently pushed up
against each other.

"Oh, Gawd!" I moaned softly. My hand crept down and gently
brushed my now-swollen labia. This was so fucking hot! I knew I
shouldn't, but the fear of being caught and the hot scene playing
out in front of me were too much!

"Who'd know?" I rationalized to myself, as my hand strayed
between my legs.

Each pass of the joint was becoming more intimate. Did Cynthia
realize what was happening? Was the aloof blonde really being
seduced by that low-class city woman?

Motion from the corner of my eye attracted my attention and, with
difficulty, I tore my eyes away from Tamika and Cynthia to look
over at the other couple.

Latoya was even further along than Tamika. The light-skinned
black woman had a firm hold on the redhead's torso, a bit below
the arms, and her thick lips were gently brushing Becky's lips as
Latoya blew smoke into the passive redhead's mouth. Becky's eyes
were closed and her pale features were flushed, although if from
the marijuana or the intimate position, I couldn't tell.

As I watched, Latoya's dark hands slowly slid from along the
sides of Becky's big breasts to about mid-boob, where they
paused. Slowly, they continued until they were firmly grasping
the white girl's tits, from the front.

The redhead trembled slightly, but remained passive.

I swiveled my gaze back to Tamika and Cynthia.

The beautiful black woman had the blonde in a full embrace, dark
arms wrapped around the white girl's body. A hair's width
separated their lips and their open mouths were almost touching.
Tamika had a hold of Cynthia's hair, from the back, supporting
the blonde's head and keeping the white girl's face close. I
watched the blonde's chest expanding as she sucked in the black
woman's hot, moist breath.

But this time, rather than break at the end of the exhalation,
Tamika merely turned her head and sucked in a lungful of fresh
air, before returning to gently exhale down the pliant blonde's
throat. Every breath Cynthia took was now from coming from the
dark beauty's lungs.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Tamika's dark hand pushed the
blonde's face closer, until their lips touched lightly. The white
girl's body tensed and went rigid, both pale arms springing up to
grasp Tamika's arms.

But, to my surprise, Cynthia didn't push the beautiful black
woman away. Eyes still closed, the white girl seemed stayed tense
in Tamika's embrace, but didn't struggle to prevent the black
woman from pulling her closer and completing the full kiss.

The blonde gave a soft moan as Tamika eased her back on the bed,
never breaking their kiss.

Next to them, Latoya and Becky were still sitting upright.
Latoya's mouth was planted firmly and unmistakably on Becky's and
the black girl was openly fondling the redhead's large, white
tits.  Becky's eyes were open, with a glazed look on her fevered
face, but she sat passively, allowing the younger girl to grope
and caress her trembling, pale body.

Latoya began kissing and licking the redhead's  expanse of
exposed cleavage. Becky leaned back and closed her eyes, panting
gently through parted lips. Slowly, the black girl peeled back
the front of Becky's strapless gown and reached back to expertly
unhook the underwire demi-bra the white woman had been using to
keep those monsters supported.

Becky's huge breasts sprang free. Large, slightly droopy, and
sporting large, erect, pink nipples, the redhead's massive tits
swayed gently until Latoya clamped her dark hands around them and
began suckling. The white woman moaned and allowed herself to be
lowered onto her back.

Meanwhile, Tamika had hiked Cynthia's apricot gown up around the
blonde's hips and had her dark hands down the white woman's
panties. The black woman was lying almost on top of the reclining
blonde, and I was certain that she still had her thick, full lips
pressed firmly against the white girl's thin, pink ones, in that
passionate kiss.

I stood, watching two crotches being fondled as the white women's
legs dangled over the edge of the bed, about two feet away, as
their black seductresses continued their domination. Both passive
pussies were blocked from view by a black hand that caressed and
fingered them, beneath their panties.

My hand was busy between my own legs. I couldn't believe how much
these seductions were turning me on! Stripped of their low-class
clothes, both of these black woman were gorgeous and their
dominance of my friend and our hostess was having an incredible
effect on me. I frigged myself, in earnest, biting my lower lip
to keep quiet so I wouldn't be discovered.

Latoya was the first to escalate. Sitting up, she stripped off
her sweatshirt. She then rocked onto her back, removed her
panties with one practiced motion as her legs flew up into the
air, and rocked back into a sitting position.

The light-skinned black girl swung one leg over the reclining
redhead and straddled her stomach.

"You ready, baby?" Latoya whispered, huskily. Without waiting for
an answer, the black girl inched her way forward until she was
straddling Becky's head.

"Oh, yeah!" she whispered, settling down on the white woman's
face. "That's it, baby. Show me how much you like that pussy!"
Becky's arms appeared to be pinned under Latoya's legs, but I
didn't see any struggling.

Tamika now had her top off, and was lying on her back. The black
woman was pressing Cynthia's pale face into one large, dark
breast, holding the white woman's head by a fistful of blonde
hair.

"You like that, don't you, white girl," Tamika murmured. Cynthia
didn't answer. She had tears of shame in her eyes, but her face
was flushed with lust and she continued to suckle on the thick,
black nipple she had in her mouth.

The dark-skinned black woman shifted her grip to the white girl's
shoulders. She pushed gently on Cynthia's shoulders and the white
woman responded, slowly moving her pale body down, continuing to
kiss and lick whatever part of Tamika's dark body appeared under
her questing lips.

Tamika continued to push the white girl, releasing the blonde's
hair as the white girl slid off the edge of the bed, landing on
her knees, on the carpeted floor.

The black woman edged her ass off the edge of the bed and
reclaimed her grip on the blonde's hair. Slowly, she began
pulling the kneeling white woman's head towards her.

Cynthia's pretty, white face was flushed with shame and she
sobbed openly - but didn't resist as the beautiful, black woman
slowly drew her blonde head between her dark, widespread legs.

All I could see of Cynthia was her back, shoulders, and ass,
glowing softly in the flickering candlelight as she knelt in
front of the reclining Tamika. Grabbing the white woman's head
with both hands, the black woman firmly pressed the kneeling
blonde's face into her dark snatch.

Cynthia was still crying, but must have immediately started
licking, judging by the contented sighs coming from the
semi-reclining black woman.

Watching the kneeling blonde servicing Tamika, as the other black
girl sat on Becky's face, I felt the stirrings of what I knew
would be a truly stupendous orgasm.  I buried my fingers deep in
my dripping pussy, trying desperately to quiet my heavy
breathing. It sounded so loud, in the closet! I could only hope
that the louvered doors and the two couple's own distractions
would hide the noise I was making.

But the fact remained, I *had* to get off! I was beyond horny. I
was so aroused, I was almost in pain!

Latoya came first, riding the redhead's face as if it were a
bronco, grunting as she savagely humped the white woman's open
mouth.

Tamika wasn't far behind, clenching her muscular legs around the
poor blonde's head and squeezing mightily as her dark body was
wracked with climax.  The black beauty cried out as she savagely
face-fucked the kneeling blonde, who squirmed in pain between
Tamika's clenched, muscular thighs.

After recovering, the two dominatrices walked over to their
discarded bags. Rummaging through, they brought out two
harnesses, with large, black dildos dangling from them. They
quickly strapped these on and went back to their recovering white
partners.

"Now, it's your turn," Tamika said, softly. "You ready to cum,
white girls?"

Both white women turned pale and scrambled upright on the bed,
protesting. But Tamika and Latoya firmly forced them both into
position, chests on the bed, feet on the floor, legs spread, pale
white asses jutting into the air.

Each black woman took position, behind a white woman, whose arms
they pinned behind their pale, sweat-covered backs.

And then, the two black women took them.

It wasn't romantic.

It wasn't gentle.

Both black women fucked their white partners savagely from
behind, plunging the thick dildos in, deeply. The black women's
shiny, sweaty backs were less than a foot away from me, as they
raped their white partners - if the closet doors had been open, I
could have reached out and touched them!

I reluctantly pulled my hand from between my legs, aware that
Tamika and Latoya were just too close -- the slightest noise I
made now might be overheard. Eyes wide, I watched for a good five
minutes as the two black women fucked Cynthia and Becky
senseless, from behind.

I was wondering how long this would go on, when Becky gave a
strangled cry, her full white buttocks clenching as her pale body
spasmed. Latoya continued to pound her from behind, and the
ravaged redhead to give a small cry with each thrust, as an
unexpected and unwanted orgasm shook her.

I was shocked when Cynthia was not far behind. Tamika was
pounding into the blonde, as the beautiful black woman leaned
forward, resting her weight on the white girl's pinned wrists.
Cynthia gave a full-throated cry as she came. It was so loud that
I feared it would bring guests from the other room running. The
dark-skinned black woman didn't hesitate or slow, though, as she
continued to fuck the climaxing white girl from behind.

Cynthia's legs flew out from under her and wrapped around the
outer thighs of her black rapist. Tamika grabbed the white girl's
hips and, using them for leverage, increased the pace of her
savage thrusts.  Cynthia's hands, now free, clutched the sheets,
as she screamed in ecstasy. Tamika continued to drill the white
girl from behind until Cynthia's convulsing body finally fell
limp and she collapsed, semi-conscious, onto the bed.

"Now," Latoya snarled, kicking Becky in the ass, "get your
scrawny white asses dressed and get out of here."

Both white women slowly got to their feet, faces flushed with
embarrassment. Avoiding eye contact, they clumsily dressed.

"And be down at our place tomorrow, around 8," Latoya grinned.
"We'll be feeling horny again, by then."

To my surprise, both white women nodded submissively and left.

Tamika and Latoya both went back to the bed and reclined lazily,
lighting up a fresh joint. This one, they passed back and forth.

I was relieved that I hadn't been found, but beside myself with
pent-up arousal. I had been *so* close, only to be denied!  But,
without the distraction of a seduction or rape, I couldn't risk
that the two women wouldn't hear me, if I continued pleasuring
myself.

Plus, I no longer had the added stimulation of my voyeuristic
view, I realized, sadly.

Reluctantly, I kept my twitching hand from my over-heated and
aching pussy.

"What do you think? Tamika called out. "Did you like that little
show? I told you I could make that uppity blonde bitch mine!"
Tamika smiled, slowly caressing her full breasts, fondly giving
extra attention to her thick, stiff nipples.

I was confused. Who was Tamika talking to? Latoya was lying right
next to her, so there was no need to shout.

"Oh, I got a *great* show," came a voice immediately behind me.

My heart leapt into my throat. Startled, I jumped, rustling
nearby clothes and jarring against the louvered, wooden closet
door.  What the hell?!?

"Someone is in the closet!" my panicked mind told me. "Who ...?!?
 How ...?!?"

A pair of big hands grabbed me firmly by the arms and swung me
firmly against the back wall, knocking my head. A big body
pressed against me, pinning me to the wall. I could feel cold,
stiff pressure pressing against my nude body.

"What is this thing?" my fear-gripped mind screamed.

"Aren't you glad I suggested you hide, first?" Tamika called. "I
told you we could get that blonde bitch in here!  And nabbing her
big-titted redhead friend was an unexpected bonus!"

Latoya laughed. "You must have had quite a show!" she called,
taking a deep pull on the joint.

My heart was pounding in fear. The pressure pinning me to the
wall was eased momentarily and I heard a zipper in the darkness.
The pressure returned, but was far different. It was now warm and
supple.

"Damned good show!" the voice responded. I was starting to think
more clearly, now that my initial shock was turning to cold fear.


The voice ... a woman's ... familiar ...

"Nell!" I realized, heart in my throat. Nell hadn't been heading
to the bathroom, earlier! She had been going to hide in the
closet, as part of a plan the trio had made for Tamika to "top"
Cynthia! The big woman must have already been in the closet when
I had come in to change clothes! I hadn't seen her, in my panic
to avoid being seen naked, when Tamika and Latoya had entered.

And now, here I was, nude.

In a closet.

With Nell.

Who had previously expressed an "interest" in me.

I felt sick with embarrassment as I realized that Nell must have
been watching me, as I watched the couples outside the closet.
She'd heard my whispers. Seen me getting aroused. Seen me
fondling myself ...

I groaned in shame.

Two large, unseen hands rested on my waist, then slid up my body,
stopping to fondle my bare breasts. I was ashamed to realize my
nipples were painfully erect and responding pleasurably to Nells'
touch - an after-effect from my prolonged arousal, no doubt.  She
was so dark-skinned, that even my shadow-adjusted eyes couldn't
make out her features. But I did see the whiteness of a slow grin
form.

"Yeah," she whispered. "You like that, doncha, Susie! You like
when I touch your titties. Look how hard you're getting!"

Through the depths of my burning humiliation, I realized that she
knew my name.

I struggled weakly, still afraid to make too much noise. The
hands slid up to embrace me, one hand wrapping around my body,
the other snaking up my back, to finally come to rest bracing my
head.

Nell pulled me into her crushing embrace and I felt her large,
impossibly-thick lips press against my thinner lips.

If it had been Tamika, rather than Nell ... or even Latoya ... I
had no doubt that I'd succumb to the seduction - I was far too
aroused to resist such attractive women.

But Nell ...

Nell was different. There was no way I was going to become this
big, black bitch's fuck-toy!

I struggled in the big woman's grasp, but she held me in a
vise-like grip.  Her tongue forced its way into my mouth.

I bit it.

It wasn't really a hard bite; I pulled back almost as soon as I
made contact. I'm just not used to hurting other people.  The
bite hadn't drawn blood or even punctured the skin, I was sure.

but that didn't matter, it seemed.

Nell pulled her face away just long enough to give me a ringing
slap to the head.

And then another.

Pain lanced through my brain. My cheeks burned, where she had
struck me, and I felt a sick dizziness wash over me.

"You bite me again and I'll bust up your pretty, white face," she
hissed in my ear.  She punched me in the stomach and my legs went
out from under me.

She caught me before I fell, by leaning forward to more fully pin
me against the wall. "Do we understand each other?" she asked,
softly.

I nodded, in the darkness, trying not to vomit.

I felt one of her hands grab my hair again, and her other hand
began traveling down from my breasts to my waist.

"Why you gotta be so mean?" she purred in my ear. "I know you're
all worked up, watching your friends get fucked like that. Truth
is, I'm all worked up, too."  Her hand caressed my hip and slowly
slid across my thigh, sending electrical tingles of pleasure in
its path.

"I can help you," she murmured. "I can help you get the
satisfaction you need!"

Her large hand slid between my legs and I whimpered in arousal,
in spite of myself.

"Well look at that!" she whispered. "You are *soaking* wet! You
really *do* need some help!"

I had unconsciously clasped my hands around her thick triceps.
"No!" I gasped, weakly. "Please! Don't ... !"

But my dripping pussy was betraying me. I could feel hot juices
running down my leg and I quivered as her thick fingers slowly
slid between my labia.

Pulling my head back by my hair, she lowered her mouth onto mine
again. I gave an involuntary moan as I felt her tongue slide into
my mouth and a fat finger slide up my pussy.

My body tensed as I heard Tamika's voice, from beyond the doors.

"What the fuck you *doin'* in there, girl?" Tamika called out.
"You still getting yourself off, from that little show Latoya and
me put on?"  I heard the louvered door slide open soft.
Flickering candlelight streamed into the shadowy closet.

My heart sank.

Now they all knew.

Nell's big body blocked my view, but I sensed the shocked
surprise on Tamika's face.

"What the ... ?!?" I heard her gasp.

Latoya squealed in laughter. "Ha! I can't *believe* this! Is that
another white girl in there? Is it her? Don't tell me Nelly got
her girl?! All this time we were getting ours, she was getting
hers?"

Tamika laughed. "Literally!" she agreed. "Well hell, go for it,
big girl! We put on a show for you, now you put on a show for
us."

If the big woman heard, she gave no indication. Her thick tongue
probed deeply into my mouth, filling it with firm, warm, wetness.
She slid a second finger inside me and I groaned in pleasure as
my right leg raised, involuntarily, to wrap itself around her
wide hip.

Hot tears of shame were coursing down my face. While I wanted
desperately to escape the advances of this big, coarse, black
woman, my body was crying out with need. I had been too aroused
for too long; I felt like I'd die if I didn't cum soon! I
*needed* an orgasm!

An orgasm that I realized I could feel building again, inside me,
as Nell's thick fingers probed and plunged. Building ... building
... my hands tightened on the big woman's arms. Almost there ...
!

"Here it comes!" I thought. Release was finally at hand. I'd deal
with the repercussions afterwards.

Without warning, the big black woman removed her hand and stepped
back.

I cried out in frustration and slid slowly down the closet wall,
as my weak legs gave way.  All I could do was lie on the floor,
sobbing as my aching pussy throbbed with need.

"Don't stop!" I whimpered. "Please! Finish me!"

I was pulled upright by my hair.

Nell was squatting down next to me, a cruel smile on her face.
Her firm grip on my hair had pulled me into a semi-sitting
position. Beyond the big woman, I saw Tamika and Latoya, sprawled
on the bed, watching with rapt attention as they slowly fingered
their pussies and passed a joint.

Nell put her face close to mine. "You were close, weren't you?"
she asked, stroking one big, black hand against my pale,
trembling cheek. I nodded.

"You want me to finish?" she whispered. "You want me to make you
cum, white girl?"

My need was too great. I'd have done anything to achieve
satisfaction, at that point. "Yes!" I sobbed. "Please! Please get
me off! Please finish me!"  Tears ran down my cheeks, but I
didn't care. I was too far gone with arousal and need. At this
point, I didn't care who or what fucked me - as long as I was
fucked.

Still keeping her grip on my hair, Nell stood. I was forced to
rise to my knees.

"Then you gotta do something for me, first" the big woman
murmured, gently guiding my head towards her thick, black bush.

"No!" I sobbed, loudly. "Not that! I can't do that."

The big, black woman released my head and stepped back.

"That's too bad, white girl," she said, sympathetically. "I
*know* you can't make it out of here in your condition. So that
means either you frig yourself off there, on the floor, while we
watch, or ..."

"Fuck you!" I cried, throwing myself onto my back. "I don't need
you!" I buried my hands in my fevered cunt and began rubbing
furiously. The three black woman chuckled and formed a ring,
standing around me. They lazily fingered their own dark snatches
as they watched me go to town on myself.

Nell took a few steps back, until she stood near the edge of the
bed. She lazily fingered her own pussy and watched.

After almost five minutes of intense self-pleasuring, I realized
I wasn't going to be able to get myself off. I don't know if it
was my mocking audience, my exhausted arms, or the lack of erotic
stimulation, but it just wasn't happening for me.

I needed someone else to do it for me.

Sobbing loudly, I pulled my fingers from my sopping pussy and sat
up.

"All right," I whispered, sniffling loudly. "I'll do it."

Nell smiled cruelly. "I can't hear you, white girl," she said.

Blushing furiously, I repeated more loudly.

"I'll do it," I said, clenching my eyes shut, in humiliation. "I
said I'll do it!"

Nell crossed her arms over her expansive chest. "I still can't
hear youuuuu!" she said, taking on a drill sergeant tone.

Tears of shame ran down my face. "I said I'll do it!" I shouted.

The big, black woman smiled. "Do what?" she asked.

I was frustrated beyond rationality. "What do you think?" I
screamed. "I'll do whatever you want! Just let me do it and get
it over with."

Nell sneered at me. "I want to hear you say it, white girl," she
said. "Tell me what you want."  I cried piteously at this
disgrace. How low had I fallen?

"I want to perform cunnilingus on you," I sobbed, voice cracking.

Nell's head jerked back in disbelief. "Cunni-what? You want to
`perform' cunny-linguini-es on me?" She laughed loudly and her
two friends joined in. My face burned with shame.

"What the fuck is that?" Latoya laughed.  Tamika just smiled. I
was sure she knew what I was aying, but she didn't come to my
defense.

"Oh no, honey," Nell smiled, evilly. "You ain't gonna `perform'
nothing on me."

She pointed at her dense dark bush. "You want to eat my pussy,
just say so."

I wanted to die. I just wanted to stop the aching, throbbing
need. She was intent on humiliating me and wouldn't stop until I
was utterly debased. I had no choice but to give her what she
wanted.

"Yes," I whispered, defeated. "I want to eat your pussy. I want
to lick your hot, wet, black cunt and make you cum all over my
slutty, white face."

A malicious, contented smile spread across her dark features.

"*That's* what I want to hear, baby!" she whispered, huskily.
"Yes, you may eat my pussy."

In resignation, I started to stand.

"Uh uh, baby," Nell said, throatily. "*Crawl* over ... on your
hands and knees."

My cheeks burned with shame, but I hung my head and crawled over
to her.

Still on my knees, I found myself gazing into that wild patch of
black fur. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I placed my
pale hands on her dark hops and closed my eyes, slowly leaning my
white face forward, into her thick, matted bush.

Nell grabbed a handful of my brown hair and pulled gently,
forcing me to open my eyes and look up. Kneeling at the feet of
this black giantess, I looked up past her huge, pendulous breasts
and into her pitiless, dark eyes.

"I own you, white girl," she whispered. "You belong to me, now."

The musk of her arousal wafted into my nostrils. Her nipples were
stiff and jutted out proudly from her huge, dark breasts. Her
features, once so primitive and foreign, now seemed exotic and
arousing.

I closed my eyes and began licking.

A tug on my hair brought me back.

"Uh uh," Nell said, looking down at me. "Keep your eyes open."

A stab of despair shot through me. With my eyes closed, I could
disassociate myself. But with my eyes open, there was no way I
could deny what I was being forced to do.

"Please!" I whispered. "Let me close my eyes!"

Nell looked at me sternly. "Keep your eyes open. Keep looking at
me, all the way through. Never break eye contact. I want to see
you realizing you're eating my cunt."

I sobbed softly. "I'm not a lesbian!" I protested, at least as
much to myself as to my dominatrix.  But I ended up convincing
neither of us.

"I want to see you *realizing* that I *own* you, white girl," the
big black woman told me.

My final resistance crumbled, and I realized she was right. She
did own me. I had been thoroughly and completely dominated and my
intense, insistent arousal could no longer be denied. As I knelt
before my African goddess, I realized that I had only one, true
purpose in life.

To please my new owner.

Never taking my eyes from hers, I leaned forward, pushing my face
into her thick, furry bush. Her cunt lips, wet and thick, met my
questing mouth and I began slowly, appreciatively licking their
hot, musky juices.

Her eyes drilled deeply into my soul and I lost track of time and
location. I was dimly aware of my tongue slavishly servicing her,
but all that existed was my mistress' eyes as she pinned under
her gaze.

Her big hips began bucking against me and soon, my tongue was
useless as the black woman ground herself against my mouth and
chin. Her eyes continued to hold me and I felt my own pussy throb
in time with her gyrations.

Nell was getting close and she began murmuring.

"You're mine, now white girl," she was gasping. "You belong to
me. I *own* you, you little white slut! You're my bitch, now,
honey." She kept up a non-stop litany of domination, imprinting
it on my mind as she fucked my face, gazing deeply into my
upturned eyes, even as my nose and mouth were buried in her hot,
wet, black snatch.

She came hard, forcing herself against my lower face. I could
feel her pussy lips spasm around my cheeks and her juice smeared
my face, marking me as her own.

Her dominant gaze reached down and seemed to stroke my throbbing,
aroused cunt.

Looking up into her eyes, as she came on my face, I came, too.

It took me by surprise. I usually needed a fair amount of
friction to achieve a climax. But here, kneeling at this big
black woman's feet, I was climaxing, even though my pussy hadn't
been touched.

My eyes widened and I wrapped my arms helplessly around her
bucking hips as she wildly continued to fuck my face. I couldn't
look away; her eyes held me, fixated, on my knees.  I lost focus
and couldn't see, as my orgasm washed over me. I tried to cry
out, but my mouth was covered by her slick nether-lips, sliding
lustfully over my lips, nose, and chin.

I could feel her push my head firmly between her legs and her hot
juices smeared my face as she ground herself against me. I
couldn't breathe, both from the power of my climax and from
having my face firmly pressed into Nell's smothering, wet crotch.

I let the earth-shattering climax overwhelm me, stripping me of
any need to remain independent.

After what seemed an eternity, my orgasm slowly ebbed, leaving me
weak and twitching. The big black woman's orgasm also have ebbed,
and her grinding slowed. The pressure forcing my face deeply
between her cunt-lips slowly eased.

She finally released me, and I fell, gasping, to the floor.  I
had climaxed so hard, it had almost hurt!  All I could do was
jerk and twitch as I tried to regain control over my
short-circuited body.

I lay there for several minutes, gasping in air and trying to
calm the tremors in my convulsing limbs.  My vision slowly
returned and I saw Tamika and Latoya sitting on the bed, panting,
as they withdrew their dripping hands from between their legs.

"Dayum!" Latoya exclaimed, trying to catch her breath. "Nell,
that was *incredible*!"

Nell sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, pulling my head
close, to rest it against one thick, black thigh. She smiled at
me ... for once, it was a loving smile, not cruel, as before. I
gave a weak, tentative smile back.

"Get your stuff, honey," Nell told me, caressing my cheek.
"You're moving in with me."

Nodding submissively, I began gathering my things.