Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders - Part 5

Black  Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders Chapter 5

"LOLA! Get in her this instant!"
"Yes Mrs. Lowenstien? Is there anything  wrong?"
"What the hell are these?"
"Those are your panties Mrs., I just had them cleaned for  you."
"Then why do they still look soiled? Did you hand wash  them like I instru
cted you to?"
"We'll, no ma'am...I...I...."
"You WHAT?"
"Mrs. they were dirty, I just felt better putting them in  the wash."
"Gosh you must be dumb. Your just begging for me to call  INS aren't you."
"No Mrs. Lowenstien, PLEASE, I'm sorry. Here, let me take  them right now
and wash them."
"And what about the rest of the house? Are you vacuuming  and dusting like
you are supposed to?"
"Yes, I clean all the time."
"Then why is there dust on these shelves? Gosh, do you  really want to be
on the first boat back to Haiti?"
"No Ma'am, I'm sorry. I will do better."
"See that you do. There are plenty of immigrant black  women like yourself
begging to land a job like this. You just remember  that."
"Yes Mrs. Lowenstien, thank so very much."
<Ring Ring Ring>
"Lola, see who that is calling."
"Right away Ma'am."
With a sigh of frustration at her newest maids  incompetence, Cindy
Lowenstien resumed changing for the social engagements later  on in the day. These
engagements always required the wealthy woman to look her  best, especially
when it made the other women in the community only that much  more jealous.
Ever since Thomas first slide that large diamond ring across her  finger, she
'd been the envy of every woman.
But she certainly couldn't do it all with dirty panties.  Either Lola
learned how to hand wash them properly, or she'd have to find yet  another
immigrant black woman to take her place.
"Mrs. Lowenstien, it is your daughter, she wants to talk  with you." Spoke
Lola as she rushed into the master bedroom.
"Oh wonderful, thank you Lola. Now be a good little maid  and wash these
like your supposed to." Throwing her silk panties at the humble  woman, Cindy
turned to walking briskly over to the phone and picked it  up.
"Hello baby, is every thing going well?"
"Hello mother. Everything is going....ok. Um....I was  wondering if you
could please come pick me up from Trish's house?"
"Come pick you up? But I'm getting ready for the Social  later today, can'
t her parents bring you home?"
"Well her parents aren't home at the moment, and Trish  says she really
wants to finally meet you."
"Meet me? Isn't this the girl who stole your captaincy on  the squad?
Gosh Amber, I have no  idea why you insist on being friends with this girl."
"Please mother, lets not talk about this again. Now write  down this
address."
Cindy took a moment to find paper and a pen before  writing down her
daughter's location.
"Ok sweetie, I'll come right now. But be ready when I get  there. I can't
be late to the Social."
"Yes mother, I'll try to be  ready...<SLAP>....Oweeee....um....I've got to
go mother!"
"Wait, what was that sound. Is everything ok?"
"Ah, yes yes, everything is just fine. Trish was only  trying to make me
hurry up....<SLAP>....Ahhh....Bye, please come  soon....<CLICK>."
Cindy remained standing in momentary confusion. "That was  certainly an odd
call." In any case she was only slightly concerned as she hung  up the
phone with her daughter. It was indeed rare for her to ever be asked to  pick up
Amber from a friend's house. Usually the other parents were so happy to
have Amber playing with their daughter, that they always offered to bring her
home personally.
Never the less Cindy pushed her pride aside as she  readied herself.
Putting on a fresh  pair of silk panties, she hurriedly put on a fashionable
dress before making her  way out to the Mercedes. Soon she was off and away from
the respected upper  class neighborhood and towards the address her
daughter had given her. As she  drove, Cindy couldn't shake away how unusual her
daughter sounded, and even  regretful at having to ask her mother to pick her
up.
Mrs. Lowenstien knew very little about this new friend of  her daughter's.
Only that she was a fellow cheerleader and the new  captain of the squad.
Cindy  recalled how disappointed she was after learning of her daughter's
decision to  surrender the captaincy to this new girl. It was quite the shame.
Colleges tend  to look at things like that and being the captain of your
high school  cheerleading squad could have gone a long way towards getting her
into one of  the IV league schools. Mrs. Lowenstien had big ambitions for
her  daughter.
Never the less, both girls seemed to really be hitting it  off. It wasn't
long before her daughter was seemingly spending all her free time  with this
girl. So overall Cindy was actually happy her daughter found a friend  she
enjoyed so much. And who knows, maybe they'd even go to the same college
after high school.
With a relaxed sigh, Mrs. Lowenstien pulled off the  highway and continued
following her daughter's directions into the inner city  streets.  So into
her own thoughts,  she hardly noticed the staggering change in style of the
houses. What was once  slight concern was slowly turning into mild confusion
as she slowed her car to  take note of the lower income housing.
"This can't be!" Questioned the worried mother as she  re-examined the
directions again. Turning around, she double backed to make sure  she was on
the right street. Indeed she was.
Again she looked at the houses up and down the street.  There was no
mistaking it, this was a lower middle class black  neighborhood.
"But why would she tell me to come here?" The very  confused women
wondered. She just couldn't fathom the possibility that her  daughter could be
friends with another white girl who lived in such a low class  neighborhood. Not
even for a moment did it occur to her that the friend might  not even be
white.
Pushing on, she continued on her trek. Pressing further  and further into
the inner streets despite her worries. Finally she came upon  the house
indicated on the address. A two story building that looked only  slightly better
than the surrounding houses, as if some work had been done to it  recently.
With her out of place Mercedes parked in the drive way,  Cindy made her way
to the door and rang the bell.
After a brief moment, the door was opened. Mrs.  Lowenstien quickly took
note of the white woman greeting her at the door and  almost took a step back.
Though wearing rather raggy clothing with a  stereotypical maid's apron,
and a feather duster in her hand, the woman looked  completely out of place.
She was roughly the same age as herself, but even with  her dirty hands and
tired face, Cindy knew this wasn't the normal life for this  woman.  Cindy
hadn't become a  community socialite for nothing. She could always read a
person's character from  the moment she first saw them, and this woman was
clearly not what she appeared  to be. The manicured nails attested to that, and
her eyes spoke of a kinder,  more authoritative time in her life not all
that long ago.
Why this woman was now standing before her wearing a  silly little apron in
a black neighborhood was a question she could not  answer.
"Hello, may I help you?" The woman asked, with a hint of  bitterness in
her voice.
"Yes hello, I am here to pick up my daughter Amber. Is  she ready?"
Cindy saw the woman pause for a moment, looking at her  almost with slight
pity, then led her into the house.
Looking around, the home looked pretty much like what  she'd expect, though
very clean. The white woman had obviously taken her duties  seriously.
"The girls are upstairs. The young Mistress wants you to  go up there to
retrieve your daughter."
"Mistress?" Cindy wondered. This woman was certainly a  well trained maid.
But feeling the need to make absolutely sure, she took the  opportunity. "
Excuse me for asking, but is Trish your daughter?"
Quite surprisingly the woman began blushing as she  answered. "No....I am
the....um....family....servant Jennifer.." She was clearly  not proud of her
position "...Now if you'll excuse me, I must get back to my  cleaning."
With that, the middle aged white women swiftly moved off  to dust a shelf.
It was at that moment that Mrs. Lowenstien saw the picture  frames on the
shelf being dusted. All of them contained black people. What was  once worry,
turned confusion, was now full fledged anger.
"How dare my daughter socialize with a black girl? How  stupid can she be?
How does she expect to get anywhere in life having friends  like that?" She
knew these thoughts were morally wrong, but anger and  disappointment
flooded her emotions none the less as she stormed up the stairs,  towards Trish's
room.
Once there she readied herself to burst through the door,  but paused
momentarily as she heard some mumbling on the other side. Curious,  she moved her
ear closer to the door, yet still couldn't make out who or what  was being
said. Moments later there was a loud crack, followed by a restrained  cry of
pain. Mrs. Lowenstien took a quick breath as she realized who had made
that cry. It was her daughter Amber.
Not waiting another second, she turned the handle and  burst through the
door. What she saw drained all the blood from her  face.
Hanging from the ceiling, naked, with a tear strained  face was her
precious teenage daughter Amber. Cindy almost fell to her knees as  she saw her
dear daughter hanging by her hands from the rope attached to the  ceiling. Her
tan breasts and pert pink nipples quivering under the ragged  breathing. The
rest of her slim body a criss-crossing pattern of pinkish/red  marks.
Standing confidently next to her daughter, with a crop in  her hand, was a
black teenage girl.
For a moment, none of the women said a word. Cindy kept  looking back and
forth from her daughter's tear strained face, to her reddened  body, to the
crop in the black teen's hand.
Suddenly the crop came down hard against Amber's bottom,  eliciting a fresh
cry. Cindy placed a hand to her mouth in complete  shock.
"Hello Mrs. Lowenstien, I've so wanted to meet you.  Please undress and
take your place next to your daughter so that we may get  properly introduced."

Cindy blinked several times. The words not registering at  all in the
confused mother's brain.
"You know how to undress don't you Mrs. Lowenstien? Even  a wealthy woman
like you should be capable of doing it all by yourself without  someone
helping."
Cindy quickly regained her composer, not believing the  audacity of this
girl. How dare she suggest such a thing. Who the hell did she  think she was,
and what the hell was going on here. Mrs. Lowenstien was not  going to wait
around here to find out.
"Amber get down from there this instant, we're getting  out of here."
Yet Amber remained where she was, in fact looking back at  Trish with fear,
who quickly raised her crop and brought it down again against  the reddish
white cheeks of her personal cheerleader slut.
"Ahhh....56...thank you my Queen!"
Cindy had flinched when she heard the odd phrase spoken  by her daughter. "
My Queen?"
Trish looked coolly at the distressed mother. "I don't  think she'll be
going any where."
"Amber, what's wrong? Why are you letting this...this  girl hurt you like
this? Please just get down, get dressed and come  home!"
Trish lightly stroked her pets nipples with the flexible  stick while
speaking "Go ahead Amber, tell your mommy why your letting me whip  your dumb
white ass."
Amber stared at her mother, another tear running down her  cheek.
"Because....because...." Trish flung the crop down across  Amber's chest.
"AHHHHH....because....I'm STUPID mommy!.....I'm just a  stupid white
cunt.....who needs to serve her  Mistress....<CRACK>....uhhhhhh....her BLACK
MISTRESS!..... I need, I want  to be her slave. Its what I'm supposed to be!"
Cindy began to weep at her daughter's words. This is not  how she raised
her daughter. She raised Amber to become a success. To go off to  college, to
marry a rich man, to have a successful life. How dare she risk  loosing all
that by giving in and being a slut to a lower class black  girl?
Desperately, Cindy look now at Trish with pleading eyes.  "Please let her
go. You don't need her. There are plenty of other white girls  you could
take. Please, not my daughter, not my baby."
"Yes your daughter, yes your baby. She belongs to me now.  Isn't that
right Amber?"
"Yes my Queen, I belong to you"  ....WHACK...."Owwww.....59....thank you
my Queen!"
Tears filled the mother's eyes as she listened to her  daughter's
admittance. Her breasts turning red as Trish moved the crop down over  the white girl
's well-defined stomach.
"Is it really so hard to believe Mrs. Lowenstien? That  your daughter would
want to serve a black girl? Haven't you ever felt the urge  to serve
yourself?"
Cindy stared hard at the black teen through her  tears.
"Haven't you ever wanted to kneel before a black woman  and kiss her toes?"

"No never! That's horrible. I would never be caught doing  such a
degrading thing!"
"I didn't say anything about being caught. But privately,  like in your
home, with someone you've been very disrespectful to!"
Cindy couldn't help but look at the girl with confusion  "I don't
understand. What are you talking about?"
"Amber has been telling me all about your black maid. The  one who you
behave very rudely to all the time."
Mrs. Lowenstien didn't respond. She knew exactly what  Trish was talking
about. It was often that she had to yell at Lola for doing  something wrong.
But so what? Where was she going with this?
"Amber tells me that you love to order your black servant  around.
Having her cook your meals, clean your house, wash your  dirty panties."
Again Cindy didn't respond.
"You just can't get enough of ordering a black woman  around. But I know
something that you'd love even more, (Cindy held her breath)  if she ordered
YOU around instead!"
Mrs. Lowenstien's knees buckled, causing her to lean back  against the wall
to remain standing. A tingle of electricity could be felt deep  inside her
belly.
"I bet you want Her to tell you what to do. YOU want to  be the one dressed
up in a maid uniform. YOU want to be the one cooking HER  meals, cleaning
HER house, washing HER panties. YOU want to be HER servant. DONT  YOU MRS
LOWENSTIEN?"
Cindy completely shocked herself as she found her head  shaking yes. A
cloud of submissiveness was overcoming her. She didn't know how  or why what the
girl was saying was turning her on so much. All she knew was  that her once
cold, dry vagina was now hot and moist. Her mind was a swirl of  images of
her, a rich socialite standing over a sink, wearing a degrading maid's
uniform, cleaning her black servant's dirty panties.
<WHACK> "Uhhhhh....60....thank you my  Queen."
Mrs. Lowenstien no longer protested the abuse of her teen  daughter. In
fact, she found herself becoming strangely envious of Amber. All  this talk of
serving her maid was making her...
Trish seemed to know exactly what was going on through  the older woman's
mind. It wasn't all that long ago, during one of her tension  relieving
sessions with Amber that she had predicted Mrs. Lowenstien would be  right at her
daughter's side if she ever found out what was going on. And now it  was
time for that to come true.
"Amber, you may come down from the ropes. I want you to  bring your mother
closer to me."
Mrs. Lowenstien watched as her daughter actually untied  herself from the
hanging rope, amazed that she could have freely released  herself at any
time. In a moment Amber had come beside her, taking her mother's  hand, guiding
the two of them to where Trish had taken her seat on the edge of  the bed.
The black girl's smooth, strong legs confidently on display as she sat
crossed legged.
Despite being the one standing, Cindy very quickly felt  small before the
black girl.
"Amber, you may remove your mother's panties."
Cindy gasped at the order. Its implications swirled in  her head like a
tornado. Yet the moment became surreal when she felt her  daughter's obeying
hands reaching under her dress. As the hands slowly made  their way up her
legs, a voice deep inside Cindy was screaming, begging for it  all to stop
before it went completely out of control. But there was an even  louder force
inside her.
Her breathing became faster and more heavy with each  moment passing.  Her
daughter's  finger's soon wrapping around the band of her undergarment,
beginning the slow  tug down. By now Mrs. Lowenstien's eyes were locked on Trish
's. Unable to look  away as her very own daughter rolled her silk panties
down past her heavy  thighs, knees, calves, ankles, and finally high heels.
Instinctively Cindy  raised her feet, allowing Amber to freely removed her
mother's most intimate  garment.
Rising again, Amber then handed them to Trish, who with a  smile held it up
for display on her crop. All three women could see the wet  stain on it.
The musky smell  emanating from it revealed what the stain was from.
"My my my, looks like Mrs. Lowenstien is a submissive  white doggy just
like her pretty little daughter."
Cindy moaned at the insult. All her life she's demanded  powerful white men
and women show her total respect, yet this impudent black  teenager was
calling her a dog, and she liked it.
Why was all this turning her on so much? How could she  get
so....horny....losing control like this in front of two teens?
Letting the silk panties fall from the crop, Trish  continued her game of
conquest. "Amber, you may remove your mother's  dress.
"No!" Came the mousy, almost whispering objection from  the fast falling
wealthy socialite. Trish simply gave her latest conquest a  deep,
intimidating stare. Cindy didn't stand a chance as she passively allowed  her nude
daughter to grab hold of the top of her dress, and slowly began  lowering it.
Mrs. Lowenstein's heart was pumping a millions miles as  her upper waist
became exposed, followed by her intimate pubic mound. This was  crazy.  For
the life of her, Cindy  couldn't comprehend how this was all happening. How
she was simply standing  there submissively, being slowly displayed. All she
knew was that she both  wanted, and dreaded what was soon to come.
With the dress sliding past her curvy hips, it easily  fell to the floor.
For the first time she could feel just how truly turned on  she was, as the
cool air rolled over the cunt juice dripping down her thighs. It  was a sight
not unnoticed by the black tormentor.
"Now her blouse!"
Passively she watched Amber come in front of her and  unbutton her blouse.
It wasn't all that long ago that she remembered putting it  on, in
anticipation of the evening's social engagement. It was clear she would  not be
making it as her daughter soon went to work removing her last protective
clothing, her bra.
Another second and Cindy stood completely naked in her  high heels.
"Hmmmm, very nice. Its always a treat to inspect the  intimate regions of
America's wealthy white women. Mrs.  Lowenstein please be a good dear and
spread your lips for me with your  fingers."
With trembling fingers and not an ounce of resistance  left, Mrs.
Lowenstien, a wealthy upper class community socialite and mother of  one, lowered her
fingers to her moist sex, and promptly spread her labia lips  for the black
teenage girl. For the life of her, she couldn't understand how she  could
be so willing to allow this low class black girl to torment her like this?
Why was it all feeling so natural?
"Mrs. Lowenstein, this puss is really soaking up isn't  it?" Teased Trish,
as she began slowly rubbing the older woman's opened, excited  sex with the
end of the crop, eliciting a low moan.
"You know Mrs. Lowenstein, you white females must really  learn your place."
Trish gave the trembling white mother's clit a light flick  with the crop,
making her knees slightly buckle.
"Just look at your daughter here, she resisted at first,  but now she's
become the perfect white subby bitch, aren't you  princes?"
With half closed eyes Mrs. Lowenstein heard her  daughter's reply "Yes my
Queen, I am your white subby bitch."
"You see? I own your prissy daughter. Her white ass now  belongs to me.
Isn't that lovely?"
"YESSSSS" The reply managed to shock to tormented mother.  Did she not
care for her daughter anymore? Did she really find it "Lovely" that  her
aspiring young daughter was now a slave to a low class girl?
The truth of the matter was that because of Trish's  incessant pussy
rubbing, Cindy would have said anything the young Black Mistress  wanted. She
needed the attention she was getting, in fact craved it. If only  Trish
would.....
"Please....."
"Please what Mrs. Lowenstien?"
"Please stick it....inside.
"Stick it inside where Mrs. Lowenstien?"
"Please stick it inside my.....inside my...."
Trish giggled at the sight of a horny, middle aged  wealthy white woman
begging to have a stick shoved up her sopping wet cunt, yet  too embarrassed to
fully admit it. But Trish had other plans at the moment, and  they included
whipping every one of those voluminous, motherly  curves.
Mrs. Lowenstein moaned pathetically as Trish removed her  ridding crop from
her sex. Her wealthy, snobbish lifestyle meaning nothing  compared to the
frustrating need for satisfaction. Cindy hardly objected when  she felt her
daughter's hands lifting her arms to the ropes above. Hardly even  realized
the full implications of getting her wrists tied tight, her body  stretched
and exposed to the black teen coming about, with the wicked crop in  her
clutches.
"So Mrs. Lowenstien, what's the name of this black  servant of yours?"
Cindy hesitated for a moment, feeling the crop caressing  her body.
"Lola! Her name is Lola."
"Ah, Lola. A very nice sounding name, almost too good for  a maid don't
you think?"
Cindy didn't respond, still too focused on the caressing  stick.
<WHACK> Cindy's ass went on fire as the sting  registered in her brain,
causing her to cry out.
"ANSWER  ME!"
"Yes  yes, too good of a name!"
Amber, I don't think your mother is paying proper  attention. Go and play
with her horny nipples for her."
Cindy immediately started feeling regretful as she  watched her daughter
rise and walk in front of her. No! She didn't want it to be  her daughter
hurting her. Not her little princess.
<WHACK> As Trish connected another painful sting to  the rich mother's pale
cheeks, Amber reached up and wrapped her fingers around  her mother's rock
hard nipples. Both mother and daughter stared into each  other's eyes, with
Cindy's pleading for Amber not to do it, Amber almost  regretful that she
had to.
A cry of pain escaped the lips of Mrs. Lowenstien as  Amber squeezed her
fingers hard together. The mother was powerless to stop the  attack while her
daughter relentlessly pinched and twisted her mother's poor  nipples. The
whole time, neither women looked away from each other's  eyes.
<WHACK>
"So Mrs. Lowenstein, when you go back home today, who is  going to be the
new Mistress of the house?"
Cindy bit her lower lip. She knew what Trish was  expecting her to say, and
she so badly wanted to say it,  but....but....
<WHACK>
"I said, who will be the new Mistress of the Lowenstein  home?"
"Mmmm....my....mmmmaid.....Lola"
<WHACK>
"And who'll be the new servant of the house?"
"I.....I  WILL"
<WHACK> This hit against her soar buttocks was the  hardest yet. With her
daughter still abusing her nipples, the Cindy's body was  quickly becoming
overwhelmed. She could feel the pulsing of her cunt.
"Who will be doing all the cleaning from now  on?"
"I  WILL"
<WHACK>
"Who will be cooking all the meals?"
"I WILL"
<WHACK>
"Who will be washing all the dirty panties?"
"I WILL"
<WHACK>
"Who will be spending all her free time kissing her Black  Mistress's Feet?
"
"I WILL"
<WHACK>
Suddenly Trish moved the crop between the trembling  mother's thighs from
behind. Cindy was so close to the edge now. Even a slight  breeze of air
against her lips would send her off.
"So Mrs. Lowenstien, who will become the best stupid  white subby bitch to
her former Black Maid?"
Cindy gulped before fully surrendering, "I  WILL!"
<WHACK>
With an un-Earthly scream, Mrs. Lowenstein's body burst  like a dam. Her
body shaking uncontrollably as her whipped pussy violently  convulsed, freely
releasing copious amounts of female juice. With Amber still  grasping her
mother's nipples, Cindy's body bucked wildly on the ropes for what  seemed
like hours, before finally becoming limp.
Releasing her bonds, Cindy collapsed to the floor still  moaning and
cumming at the feet of a black woman. A place she never thought  she'd ever be,
and a place where she'd be staying for a long long  time.
Mrs. Lowenstein watched as the young male studs did there  pre-game
exercises. Running, stretching, and generally goofing off as fans  filled the
stands. Cindy really wasn't even sure why she was here. She had never  been very
interested in seeing football games, or rarely attended her daughter's
cheerleading practices. She just had so many other activities that required her
presence.
That was of course before she had met Trish. Now those  activities seemed
less and less important in her life. Last night Trish had  ordered the
wealthy woman to attend the game, saying she would witness a very  special
cheerleading performance.
This of course caused her to cancel yet another  significant social
engagement today, which she had been planning on attending  for some time now. Yet
she had learned well enough by now not to question a  black woman's command.
Her new Mistress Lola had ensured that.
Cindy resisted the erg to sit down as long as she could.  She had come to
the game straight off a fresh paddling. Apparently, her maid  training had
hit a few bumps with her Mistress and was punished accordingly. But
regretfully, she soon took her seat before there wasn't any room  left.
"Are  you ok?"
Cindy turned to look at the woman sitting next to her.  The woman had
obviously seen the look of discomfort on her face when she rested  her sore
bottom on the bleacher seat.
"Ah, yes I am fine thank you." Mrs. Lowenstien did her  best to look
sincere.
"No problem, you just looked like you were in pain. These  seats are a bit
hard on the backside. So which boy is yours?"
"Boy? What do you mean?"
"Do you have a son playing in the game?"
"Well no actually, I'm here to watch my daughter. She's  one of the
cheerleaders."
"Oh really? What's her name?"
"Amber"
"Amber! Wow, you really have a beautiful daughter. I've  seen her cheer
before, she's fantastic. Wasn't she once the captain of the  squad?"
Cindy momentarily looked away in disappointment,  especially knowing the
real reason why.
The woman held her hand out, "My name is Mary  Struat."
Cindy smiled at the woman and shook her hand "I'm Cindy  Lowenstien." Both
women smiled mutually.
"To be honest with you Cindy, I'm not here to watch the  football game
either. I'm very interested in watching the  cheerleaders."
Mrs. Lowenstien gave her a quizzical look. Mary laughed  when she saw the
expression on the mother's face.
"No no, not in THAT way. I'm actually a high school  cheerleading coach
myself. I'm here to scout the competition. I've heard great  things from this
squad. Too great actually. You see at the end of each year, the  City
Cheerleading Association awards the best squad with a trophy. Usually the  race
comes down to between Jessica and I."
Cindy again looked confused "Jessica?"
"You know, Jessica Simons! She's the Coach of your  daughter's squad."
Cindy made a fake expression of realization. But the  truth of the matter
was that she really had no clue who Jessica Simons was,  never mind the fact
that she was her daughter's Coach.
"Any way, usually it's her and I who have the best squad  year in and year
out. We've actually gotten to have quite a bit of a rivalry  going between
us."
"So who's going to win it this year?"
"That's what I'm here to find out. Apparently Jessica's  added a few new
girls into the group that has really catapulted her squad to the  top. I
need to see what my girls are up against."
Almost on cue, the cheerleaders came rushing out onto the  field from the
locker rooms. Instantly both women were taken aback by just how  many black
girls were on the squad, roughly half. Its known black girls are  rarely seen
on cheerleading squads, so half was really unique.
"Wow, I had no idea Jessica had made such a significant  change. Last year
she didn't have a single black girl."
"Is it really such a big deal? Do they really improve the  squads?" Cindy
wondered out loud.
"Well from my experiences, black girls do tend to be a  little more
athletic. But their authoritative attitudes can get really annoying.  I have two on
my squad to keep the school board happy, but HALF? That's almost  like
cheating."
They continued to watch as the girls moved closer to the  stands. Cindy
could immediately make out Amber. She was as pretty as always,  running in her
form fitting uniform. But the mother couldn't help but remember  where that
pretty little face had been not too long ago.  Between the legs of the
equally  beautiful black teenage girl running near her.
"I believe the girl next to your daughter is the new  captain. I've heard
she's very good."
Cindy's tingling cunt spoke of the stinging pain it had  once received.  "
Yes, she's very  good indeed." Mary could just catch a hint of
embarrassment on her new friend's  face.
"I wonder where Jessica is? She usually always  accompanies her girls out
onto the fields...." Suddenly a look of complete shock  overcame the coach. "
Oh my GOSH! IS THAT...HER?"
Mrs. Lowenstien quickly looked back at the squad, which  had by now
assembled in front of the stands. For a moment, Cindy was unsure what  Mary had
been referring to. All she could see were cheerleaders. White ones,  black
ones, tall ones, short ones, and...and....
She almost had to do a double take before believing her  own eyes.
Standing in the middle of  the squad was what appeared to be a middle aged white
woman, dressed up in full  cheerleading garb, and looking utterly humiliated.
The uniform, obviously too  small for her larger frame, stretching
humorously across her chest, while barely  covering her upper thighs.
The men for the most part hardly took notice, choosing  instead to whistle
at the teens in skimpy uniforms. But Cindy clearly could hear  the women
around her giggling as they took noticed of the spectacle. It quickly  spread
until most were pointing and laughing.
"What on earth is she doing?" Said an amused, yet still  flabbergasted
rival coach.
Cindy continued to closely analyze the woman, who despite  looking
embarrassed beyond belief, still managed to maintain a perky bright  smile like the
rest of the cheerleaders. What ever the reason for being dressed  like that,
the woman was apparently taking the act very seriously.
In a few moments the football game began and everybody  seemed to calm down
as they paid attention to the game. Yet it didn't take long  for their eyes
to quickly revert back to the spectacle closer to them. Both  Cindy and Mary
's eyes became riveted on the older cheerleader as she did her  best to
follow along with the younger girls. It almost became comical watching  her
struggle to keep her large breasts from bouncing obscenely in her tight top,
threatening to pop out at any moment.
But the scandal had just begun. When the girls began to  do more physical
exercises, a new wave of shock hit the crowd. As different  girls twirled and
jumped, it was quickly becoming obvious that none of the white  girl's had
any panties on.
Tone white legs framed the pink on display as men hooted  and whistled,
while the women bitterly hissed, expressing their extreme  disapproval.
As un-usual as the performance was, none of the girls  seemed to act as if
anything was out of the ordinary. White girls continued  their routines
unabated, despite the fact that their intimate sexes could be  seen by all.
While the black girls  did seem to have their regulation cheerleading panties
on, they to didn't seemed  to be bothered by the exhibitionist display of
their white  counterparts.
A few weeks ago, Mrs. Lowenstien would have dropped dead  from watching her
daughter so shamelessly display herself like this in  public.  Of course
that was when she  had sat firmly atop the social standings of the community.
Back when she had  been married to a successful businessman. Back when she
was the wealthy,  respected, mother of an aspiring young daughter.
And on the outside none of that had changed. She was  still well respected,
still envied of her marriage, and still had a beautiful  daughter.  But on
the inside, so  much had change in such a short period of time.  She had
witnessed first hand her  daughter's submissive service to a low class black
girl. She had allowed the  same black girl to dominate her mind, body, and
soul. And then shockingly agreed  to switch roles with her own servant, and is
now the maid of her own home,  serving Lola in every way. Cindy looked down
at her dirty fingernails and wanted  to weep, despite the itch in her cunt.
However, the woman sitting beside the distraught mother  was thinking quite
different thoughts. With a growing evil smile, Mary took in  the whole
circus going on before her. Never had she in a millions years dreamed  of
something like this happening. Her arch coaching rival performing like some
teenage cheerleader, seemingly humiliating herself for no apparent  reason.
Mary had come here very worried, expecting full well that  she'd lose this
years Cheerleading Award to her despised rival. But now, as she  watched
Miss Simons foolishly prance around, exposing herself, she knew she'd be  the
one winning when she was through with her.
The rest of the game pretty much went the same. Despite  the occasional
breast pop out of Miss Simons, nothing else surprising took  place.  Except at
the end of the  game of course.
While most of the women in the stands had calmed their  hissing and
taunting down to mild bitterness, the men and young boys never let  up in their
excitement. So it was really of no surprise when one by one, a black
cheerleader would lead a reluctant white cheerleader off to the side fences  where
the local boys seemed to be gathering. At first it was difficult to see  what
was going on. The fence, being off to the side, made it hard for most
spectators to witness. But soon it became apparent to both Cindy and Mary what
was going on.
One by one, a black teen would present a white girl in  front of the fence,
and while standing behind her, would unceremoniously peel  back the uniform
top of the white girl, exposing the pale breasts beneath to the  hungry
hands.
>From behind, Cindy could clearly see Trish presenting  Amber to a group of
boys, who jousted for position as Trish lifted the top. Mrs.  Lowenstien
felt numb watching her daughter get fondled in public by  strangers.
Miss Simons was no exception as a young looking black  girl guided the
heavy footed older woman to the fences, where her large orbs  where displayed as
well. Mary could just see the grimaced look on the face of  her rival as an
older man gave them a hard squeeze. Not finished with her task,  the black
teen took hold of the front of Miss Simons' skirt and lifted it up as  well,
allowing full access to the flesh that lay beneath there.
Having seen enough, Mrs. Lowenstien rose to say goodbye  to Mary.  Then she
hurriedly made  her way to the Mercedes. Her Mistress was expecting her
home shortly, and she  still had plenty of cleaning left to do.
Mary on the other hand continued to watch with excitement  at the never
ending spectacle. She just couldn't believe her luck. No longer was  she
preoccupied with thinking how to best her rival. Instead she was thinking up  all
the delicious ways she could take full advantage of her rival's stupidity.
And the ones she came up with made her smile.
Miss Simons meekly followed behind Sasha as they exited  the field. Her
tender breasts aching under the tight fitting top due to all the  pinching and
squeezing. This easily reminded her of the time she had scolded  Trish for
encouraging this type of shameful displaying.
Now she had willingly allowed her own white breasts to be  revealed, to be
manhandled by complete strangers, as well as having their nasty  fingers
probe and prod her sex. Gosh she needed a shower.
But it was all over, at least for now. For weeks she had  dreaded the day
of her first real performance. The day she'd have to face the  world and
perform as Trish's newest "Little White Cheerleader".
But she had done it. She had proven to Trish that she  could, at least she
hoped she did. Never the less it was over for now. She  didn't have to hide
her eyes from all those women shaming her, or all those men  salivating at
the older slut with no panties. Yes indeed it all had been very
embarrassing.
Back inside the locker room all the girls had begun  undressing for the
showers. Miss Simons couldn't help but stare long fully at  Trish as she pealed
off her uniform, revealing her sweaty dark statue-esc body  before
strolling into the showers. The former coach no longer challenged the  notion of
Natural Dominance. She now knew her place as a white woman serving a  black.
She had fully accepted it. She wanted nothing more than to become Trish's
slave. To be down on her knees worshiping those feet, kissing those strong
black  legs, planting her tongue deep into her Mistress's round ass.
But that job was Amber's. Pretty white Amber. Miss Simons  found herself
getting jealous and angry at the attention Trish gave Amber over  herself, but
she knew why. There was no way she could compete with the white  teen. Her
toned body looked almost as good as Trish's, only it wasn't black.  Never
the less her long blond hair, perky tits, and athletic build was more than
anything the middle aged former coach could compare to.
And as proof to that, Miss Simons took note of the new  tattoo present on
Amber's ass as she disappeared behind Trish into the misty  showers.  Written
in small but  decorative letters on her upper left cheek were the words "
Trish's  Property".
With a slight sigh, Miss Simons removed her uniform and  followed Sasha
into the showers where she began her now regular chore of  lathering up the
young girl's black body. Rubbing her shoulders, then her back,  followed by the
light washing of her small pert breasts and belly.  The hardening dark
nipples spoke of  Sasha's growing excitement. As Miss Simons kneeled to the
floor to wash Sasha's  legs, it was becoming obvious Sasha wanted something more
than a simple  cleaning.
"Hmmmm, good coachy. Rub my soar legs, that feels soooo  good."
Miss Simons continued to message her partner's thighs as  commanded, hoping
it would be enough to satisfy the young girl. She should have  known
better.
"But you know what would feel even better don't  you?"
Miss Simons didn't answer, knowing full well where she  was going with
this.
"You did a most excellent job on my puss last time. I  wonder if that
looong pink tongue of yours is still numb?"
Again the coach didn't speak, only shaking her head no  slightly as she
began washing the girl's strong calves.
"Great to hear. I think I might just be using it again  today after the
showers. How does my coachy feel about that?"
Miss Simons looked up at the young black girl with  worried eyes.
"Please, no Sasha...I....I can't. Not again."
Sasha simply smiled back at her. "Don't give me any of  that silly. I saw
perfectly well what you were doing after you finished licking  me last time.
You couldn't rub that clitty of yours fast enough."
Miss Simons gasped as she felt Sasha's big toe pressing  into her sex,
scratching her clit. She had lifted her right foot between the  knelling thighs
of the older woman. Miss Simons couldn't help but let out a low  moan as she
closed her eyes and found herself rubbing her hips back.
"Doesn't this feel good coachy?"
"Huh huh!" Was all she could muster.
"Do you want me to continue?"
The coach nodded her head yes. She needed this after all  the attention on
the field.
"Sure thing.... right after you lick my puss!"
Miss Simons opened her eyes wide at Sasha. She couldn't  mean right here,
IN THE SHOWER? Taking a quick look around, clearly a few of the  girls were
looking her way, watching the game being played. Miss Simons looked  over at
Trish, who was slightly bent over against the wall as Amber gingerly  washed
her shapely ass.
"Go on, do it quick. She'll never know!" Sasha gave the  quivering clit
one last flick with her toe before lowering her foot to the  ground and
spreading her legs slightly.
Again Miss Simons looked over to where Trish and Amber  were. Trish had
specifically forbidden any sexual contact between the  cheerleaders.  Yet here
she was,  kneeling on the wet tile floor, staring at the dark lips of the
girl's vagina.  Last time she was in this position, they were alone and it had
taken forever for  the young girl to cum. Now they were being watched by
several of the girls and  Trish's disapproving eye threatened to turn around
at any moment. But all she  had to do was give her a quick lick. A quick
flick of the tongue and she'd get  her own pussy played with by Sasha's
scratching toes.
Miss Simons moved her head forward as she positioned her  mouth up near the
heated pussy. Then she darted out her tongue. But instead of  it coming
back into her mouth as expected, she found her entire face wedged  between Sasha
's thighs, her tongue implanted inside the pink cunt.
A muffled moan escaped the captured coach as she realized  Sasha's hands
were firmly holding her head against the dark sex. Jessica tried  to wiggle
out but it was no use.
"You better hurry up and get to work before she turns  around to see what
the horny white slut is doing!"
Miss Simons paused only briefly, followed by Sasha's deep  sigh as her
former coach hungrily went to work on her cunt. Miss Simons began  flicking her
tongue anywhere it would go. Every second counted. With the hot  water
beating down on her back while she attacked the young girl's clit and lips  in
the desperate effort to make the brat cum. The last thing she wanted was for
Trish to discover what she was doing. It would only mean trouble.
But thanks to her efforts, this time she could feel  Sasha's cunt begin to
quiver. Another moment and she'd be on the verge of  orgasm. She was so
close. Just a second longer and ......
Miss Simons' own vagina exploded in intense pain as  someone began pinching
the hell out of her blood engorged clit, causing her to  clamp her teeth
down hard around Sasha's clit as well, eliciting a horrible  scream from the
black girl. Both females shuddered and collapsed to the ground  in wave after
wave of pain and pleasure. Miss Simons' clit struggled to throb  and pulse
as the mysterious, unmerciful fingers continued to squeeze her little  bud
flat. In another moment, she passed out on the tile floor, the hot water
still beating down on her naked limp body.
"Miss Simons, get in my office this instant!"
Jessica moaned as she rolled over, barely hearing Trish's  demands as she
came to on the floor of the showers. Looking around, she quickly  noticed all
the girls had gone and all the showers had been turned off.  She herself
was still naked but  relatively dry, except for the wet matted hair.
"I said get your white ass in here. MOVE IT!"
Trish's voice came from the coach's office, her `former'  office. Trish
was apparently in there waiting for her. As she rose, the pain in  her abused
clitoris was still throbbing.
Stepping out of the shower she searched momentarily for a  dry towel, but
only succeeded in finding a pile of soaked ones on the  floor.  Wrapping one
around her as  best she could, she moved into `Trish's office'. Inside she
found Sasha and  Trish. Sasha was completely dressed, yet sat uncomfortably
in the chair across  from Trish. Her clit must also still be hurting.
Since the only chair was already taken, Trish motioned  the toweled woman
to kneel on the floor next to Sasha. Jessica complied  immediately.
"Now Miss Simons, I have been having a long conversation  with Sasha about
your activities together. I just will not tolerate sexual  behavior amongst
my girls while we are together. There are certain things I will  not stand
for and I demand professionalism. So Sasha has agreed to no longer  take
advantage of your natural submissiveness while you are here."
Jessica felt a sigh of relief. She so dreaded her moments  with Sasha.
"However. I have agreed to her suggestion that I give you  to her on a more
frequent basis."
Miss Simons held her breath.
"We have agreed that after every practice or game,  Sasha's father will no
longer take her home. Instead YOU will drive Sasha to her  house, where you
will then bring her off in any fashion she demands. Since we  usually have
practice three times a week, you will be expected to satisfy Sasha  after
every single one of them. This will go on for as long as I see fit, do you
understand?"
"But....but...." Miss Simons was getting distraught. She  didn't want
this.  It was enough she  had to be humiliated at school, now she was being
asked to extend it. If  anything, she wanted to belong to Trish. To lick her
cunt. To bring her off. To  serve her after school.
"Please, I really don't feel this is  necess...."
"Miss Simons, you will not be giving me a hard time. I  have made my
decision. Its only fair that Sasha gets the use of your services.  All the other
white girls are being asked to do much more than you. They also  have to
serve their partner for at least an hour after school. Amber is waiting  for me
at my house as we speak."
Miss Simons couldn't even fathom what type of activities  Trish and Amber
did at her house.
"But since your an adult, and have more responsibilities  outside of the
school, I am only requiring you to serve the amount of time it  takes to bring
Sasha to orgasm. Now I wont ask you again, do you  understand?"
Miss Simons lowered her head "Yes Trish, I  understand."
"Very good. This will start next week. Happy now  Sasha?"
Sasha brightly shook her head yes.
"Then you may leave. But Miss Simons, I would like you to  stay for a
moment."
As Sasha got up to leave, she paused for a moment to  whisper to her former
coach. "Hope that tongue of yours is ready for what I've  got waiting for
it. Your going to pay for biting my clit bitch!" And she walked  out.
Despite already being rather cold, the deep chill running  up Miss Simons'
back was completely independent. But as Trish had ordered, she  remained
kneeling on the floor, basically naked and wet.
"Miss Simons, I just wanted to let you know how proud of  you I am.  Though
you clearly have a  lot of improvement left to go, you still performed very
well as one of my  cheerleaders."
Jessica couldn't help but smile at the  complements.
"The men especially loved seeing that older body of yours  giggling in that
tight uniform, though I don't think the women liked it very  much."
Miss Simons cringed as she remembered the staring and  jeering of the
crowd.
"Now on to another matter. Don't think that I haven't  noticed the way you
have been looking at me in the locker room these past few  months."
The former coach began blushing.
"I know full well where those eyes are looking in the  showers. I've even
seen that envious look on your face when ever Amber is  tending to me. I
think its obvious that it is more than just natural dominance  at work here.
Admit it Miss Simons, you truly worship me don't you?"
Jessica couldn't bear to look Trish in the eye as she  slowly shook her
head yes.
"Tell me Miss Simons. Tell me how much you worship my  black body!"
Jessica finally lifted her head and looked directly at  the young vixen who
had so changed her life. The girl who came into her world  and turned it
upside down. The once authoritative head cheerleading coach of  Dalefield
High, now nothing more than a naked, submissive pet cheerleader all  because of
her.
"Oh Trish, I need you so bad. I can't stop thinking about  you. Every firm
curve, your dark smooth skin, your feminine beauty. Its so  overwhelming. I'
d worship you every moment of the day. I'd worship you like no  woman
should. When I see you with Amber, I get so jealous.  I want it to be ME washing
your body, ME  kissing your toes, ME who you take home after practice.
I....I love you  Trish!"
Miss Simons' eyes watered as she professed her love to  her former
cheerleader. Pure emotion pouring out of her. For the first time,  Jessica could see
a look of compassion in the eyes of her goddess as Trish rose  up off her
seat and approached the kneeling older woman.
Kneeling herself, Trish moved forward to place her lips  against her coach'
s. Closing her eyes, Miss Simons moaned in lust as feelings  overwhelmed
her. Finally she was realizing her desires. Trish was actually  kissing her.
Jessica opened her mouth to let Trish's exploring tongue enter  hers. Her
towel very quickly fell off her back, now leaving her completely  nude.
Both women continued kissing for several minutes on the  office floor, the
whole time Trish's hands playing with her pet's breasts. When  one of those
hands finally reached the coach's moist sex, Jessica gasped. She  was
quickly reminded of the throbbing pain still emanating from her pinched  clit.
"I'm sorry about that baby. I had to do that. I couldn't  let the other
girls think I would allow you to continue the way that you  were."
Realizing for the first time that it was Trish who had so  cruelly pinched
her sensitive organ, she relaxed and thrusted her hips out  further, her sex
as an offering.
But Trish pulled her hand away and looking back into the  eyes of her
former coach. "No, not now. You are not ready yet to worship my  body.  You haven'
t earned it. Not  yet!"
A look of tremendous disappointment covered Jessica's  face. Trish saw it
immediately.
"Don't worry sweetie, all in do time. If you continue  being my good
little white cheerleader, I promise you will be able to worship my  black body
soon enough. I promise."
Trish leaned forward and gave Miss Simons another long  kiss on the lips,
before rising off the ground and leaving the office. Jessica  remained
kneeling on the floor for a moment. She was both excited and frustrated  at the
same time. She was soooo close to realizing her lustful desire of being  with
Trish.
But as she thought about her Goddess's last words, "soon  enough" Miss
Simons spirits were lifted. All she had to do was be the best  little
cheerleader she could be, and she'd get her wish. Jessica rose off the  floor and
almost skipped out of the office like a teenage girl in love, failing  of
course to notice the small puddle her overexcited cunt had left  behind.
<RING>...<RING>...<RING>...
Miss Simons barely made it past her front door when she  heard her phone
ringing. All she wanted to do was get into her bedroom and crawl  into bed.
All that running and cheering had left her body totally drained.  Yet
reluctantly she picked it up. She  would later regret it.
"Hello?"
"Well hello there Jess! How's everything going with my  favorite rival
coach?"
Miss Simons held her breath. It was Mary Struat. For  years both women had
been fighting each other off tooth and nail for the coveted  City
Cheerleading Award. What was she up to this time?
"Everything's...going...ok. How are things with you  Mary?"
"Well to be honest with you Jess, until very recently I  had been quite
worried about this years results. As good as my girls are, yours  have just
been the talk of the town."
"Is that so?" Spoke the exhausted coach with a hint of  sarcasm.
"Quite worried indeed. Then the most wonderful thing  happened."
Jessica didn't like the tone in Mary's voice. She didn't  know where this
was going, but she knew it wasn't going to be good.
"And what was that?"
"I went to see your game today!"
Miss Simons' heart froze. A rush of implications were  flooding through her
as she held her breath.
"My my my, it was all quite a sight. Your girls really
were....um....entertaining!"
Jessica began to panic "Mary listen, what ever you  saw..."
"And I really must say those black girls were a really  nice addition, they
really do put your group over the top. But guess who I think  was truly the
star of the show?"
"Mary please, it wasn't what it looked like. I was  just...."
"Somebody has an awful lot of explaining to do don't they  Jess?"
Miss Simons didn't respond. Instead she just wanted to  cry. This woman had
witnessed her humiliating performance. Mary could ruin her,  or at least
ruin what ever was left to be ruined.
Both women remained silent for a moment, before Mary  spoke one last time.
"Be at my house in twenty minutes, or certain members of  the school board
will be getting a very disturbing phone call. Oh, and make sure  your
wearing that skimpy little cheerleading outfit you enjoy jumping around in  so
much.
<CLICK>
As the dial tone came on, Miss Simons hung up the phone.  It would be a
very long day indeed!