Katlin Duvall was an eighteen year old college freshman. Her fiery red hair was like an exclamation point on her petite body. Slender, but hardly boyish, She had small pert breasts, a fine slim waist, and full rounded hips. Her sparkling blue eyes and cute little nose gave her an almost pixie like appearance. But her looks were deceiving. Cute looks and diminutive size disguised the assertive, demanding woman she had come to be.
Perhaps it was Katlin’s seeming frailty that initially attracted the eye of Teresa Robinson, the housemother at Willow House, where the new co-ed had just moved in for the semester. Teresa had been in that position for several years, and the large black woman truly enjoyed her work taking care of the house and preparing meals for the girls who lived there. Secretly, she had something of an eye for the young women, but had never gotten up the nerve to act on her feelings.
It was late on a Saturday morning. The other girls had already left and were going about their business. Studying at the library, hanging out with friends, or whatever young college co-eds do on an early autumn weekend long before the pressures of the semester started to weigh upon them.
Katlin came down into the kitchen, still in her pajamas. Cute pajamas, they were, just like Katlin herself. Her short white top and low riding bottoms revealed her bare midriff and pierced navel. Teresa was just finishing the dishes when the young white girl spoke to her.
“I can’t help but notice the way you look at me, Teresa,” she said. “Ever since I first moved in here, I’ve seen you stealing glances at me.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Miz Katlin,” replied the startled black woman. Teresa was mortified that her attention had been noticed. Worst of all, noticed by the cutest girl in the house.
“I think you know exactly what I mean,” she said sternly. “You like girls don’t you, Teresa? I think you do.”
“Well… of course I like the girls,” stammered the house mother.
“That’s not what I mean at all, and you know it!” Katlin shot back. Then she smiled and her tone softened a little. “You like girls. Period. You want girls. I think you want me. Don’t you, Teresa?”
The big black woman swallowed hard. Katlin undid the top button on her pajama top. Teresa’s eyes shot back and forth from the white girl’s blue eyes to the pale white flesh she was revealing.
“You do!” laughed the red haired girl. “You can’t take your eyes off of me!”
Teresa felt her face go hot.
“I bet you’d like to eat me,” Katlin smiled. “I bet you’d just love it if I sat on your face.”
“I… I…”, the black woman sputtered, aroused.
Katlin suddenly stopped smiling. “But you’re just a slut. Why should I let you taste my pussy?”
Teresa was stunned. Was this the same girl? She’d alway thought Katlin so sweet, now the white girl glared at her, the word she’d used hung in the air. The big afro woman’s breath was caught in her throat, but she felt her heart beating faster, and her pussy growing wet.
“I… I’d love to taste your pussy, Miz Katlin,” Teresa said meekly. She might as well admit it since the white girl brought it up. “I’d lick your coochie real good. I promise you’d like it. You wouldn’t have to do nothin’ back for me.”
Whap! The black woman staggered back from the slap the white girl delivered across her face. Her cheek stung, her eyes teared up. She looked back up at the red head and met her blue eyes. Katlin reared her arm back and… Whap! She slapped Teresa again, harder.
“Don’t you dare look me in the eye you fat fucking slut!” she said angrily.
Teresa immediately looked down at the floor. “I’s sorry, ma’am.”
“You should be,” Katlin said with a hint of disgust in her voice. “I won’t be disrespected by a slut. Looking me in the eye like you were as good as me. I never heard of such a thing!”
“It won’t happen again, Miz Katlin,” said the rebuked negress softly.
“Good. See that it doesn’t,” replied the white girl. “I may let you service me, if you show me proper respect and demonstrate you know your place. Do you understand me?”
“Yes’m,” Teresa said in a small voice. Her pussy was sopping.
“All right. You can start by taking those clothes off,” Katlin instructed. “Believe me, it’s not that I enjoy looking at a naked fat slut. It’s just that having a monkey like you wearing clothes like you were somebody offends me. Now strip and be quick about it.”
Teresa quickly removed her clothing and stood naked before the diminutive red head, her eyes downcast, her hands at her sides.
“Now get on your hands and knees like the animal you are,” she continued. “Do it.”
The naked black woman quickly dropped to her knees and leaned forward on her hands. She waited on all fours on the kitchen floor waiting for the white teenager’s next command.
“That’s better,” Katlin stated. “Isn’t that better?”
“Yes’m,” said Teresa from her spot on the floor.
“Now lick my feet like a good slut,” instructed the white girl.
Without hesitating, the negress crawled over to where the red head stood and began licking the tops of her feet.
“That’s right, lick the feet of your better,” Katlin cooed. “Now isn’t this more like it should be? Don’t you feel more comfortable in your place? No need to put on airs. No need to make any effort to preserve a dignity that is only an illusion anyways. Just lick the feet of your betters and be content. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes’m,” Teresa answered and continued her ministrations of the white girl’s feet.
“Tell me what you are, girl,” asked the red head. “Tell me what you are, and maybe I’ll let you taste my pussy.”
“I’s jus’ a slut, ma’am,” replied the black woman. “Jus’ a slut, tha’s all.”
“Good girl,” the white girl praised her. “Now roll over, and I’ll give you your reward.” Katlin slipped her pajama bottoms off revealing a light patch of red pubic hair well above the bare slit of her vagina. She had thick pink labia.
Teresa eyed the white girl’s pussy as she obediently rolled on to her back like a big black dog doing a trick for her mistress. She waited expectantly for her treat. The white girl stood over the prone afro and suddenly let loose a stream of urine that hit the black woman on the chest and splashed into her face. Katlin stepped forward a little in order to direct the stream right into the house mother’s face.
“Drink up, slut,” she laughed. “Drink it up and be grateful for it.”
The fat black woman tried to do just that. She coughed as she tried to catch her breath at the same time trying to swallow as much of the white girl’s piss as she could. Her bladder finally empty, the red head dropped to her knees, straddling the negresses head, her pink pussy right on the house mothers black face.
“Now lick me clean,” she ordered, her blue eyes flashing.
Teresa immediately started lapping at the white girl’s pink pussy. Licking the remaining drops of pee. Teresa could smell Katlin’s scent strongly along with the urine. The red head was obviously aroused by her exercise of her power to dominate the black woman who was at least fifteen years her senior. Katlin stood, and bracing herself on the kitchen counter lifted one foot and put it over Teresa’s mouth.
“I stepped in pee,” she said, “lick it off.”
The black woman proceeded to use her tongue to clean off the bottom of the white girl’s dirty foot where she’d stepped in her own urine on the kitchen floor. When she finished, Katlin switched feet and offered Teresa her other filthy foot.
“All right,” she said. “That’s enough. Now I want you to lick the rest of it up. You didn’t do a very good job keeping the floor clean.”
Teresa got back on her hands and knees and began licking up the remaining urine from the kitchen floor. Katlin put her pajama bottoms back on and stood, hands on her hips, supervising the black woman’s humiliating efforts.
Just then, the house mother heard the back door open and shoe clad foot steps approach. She was too humiliated to look up to see who it was and could just see two pairs of sneaker clad feet, one pair female, one pair male.
“Holy shit!” said the male voice, “what the fuck is going on?”
“Just a little exercise in putting this slut cunt in her place,” said Katlin. “She had some idea I should let her lick my pussy. Now she knows the only time she’ll be licking it is to clean it after I pee on her. Fucking slut. Now she understands her place much better. Don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied Teresa, shamed to be seen this way.
“God, that is so fucking hot!” exclaimed the male voice.
“Calm down, Shawn,” said the female voice. “It’s just a slut.”
“I don’t care,” said Shawn. “I want to fuck her.”
“Shawn!” objected the female voice. “We’re supposed to be going to the game! Kick off is in less than an hour!”
“This won’t take long,” Shawn replied, unzipping his pants.
“Well hurry up and fuck the slut,” said the female voice. Teresa saw her walk away. “I’m going to go get into something warmer.”
“Oooh!” said Katlin. “I guess you do like our slut! She’s gonna love that dick!”
Teresa felt Shawn kneel behind her. She felt his cock probing her asshole. He tried to push in, hard, hurting her. The black woman cried out pain. But it was no good. The white boy’s hard cock wasn’t going in the afro woman’s anus.
“Shit, I can’t get it in,” he complained.
“Jesus, Shawn,” said Katlin, exasperated. “Stick in her cunt. I bet it’s sopping. Get your dick wet first then shove it up her ass!”
“Good idea,” said the white boy, slipping his cock into Teresa’s sloppy wet pussy. “Damn! She is soaking!”
Teresa felt no pleasure at the feel of Shawn’s cock inside her as the white boy used her vagina to lubricate his dick.
“Of course she is,” said the white girl. “She’s a slut. She loves it. Now fuck the slut’s ass.”
The white boy pulled out and pressed his cock head against Teresa’s asshole. Slippery with her juices he was able to force it up her black ass. She cried out in pain as he buried his full length inside her.
“Oh, yeah….” he murmured. “That’s the good stuff. This slut’s ass is so fucking tight! I love it!”
“Then use her, Shawn,” Katlin urged him. “It’s what sluts are for. For our pleasure. It’s what they want. Now use her good.”
The white boy needed no further encouragement. He pounded his cock into Teresa’s tight ass causing the poor afro woman to cry. Her tears only made him fuck her harder.
“Uh! Uh! Ahhh….” Shawn sighed as he filled Teresa’s ass with semen. “Damn that was good. Your slut has the tightest fucking ass.”
“Glad you liked it,” said Katlin. “Be sure to come again!” The white girl laughed at her joke.
Shawn pulled up his pants just as the other girl walked in.
“Good you’re done with the slut,” she said. “Let’s get going. We’ll be late if we don’t hurry.”
Teresa watched as the two sets of feet walked away from her and out the door. Her ass hurt from the fucking she’d received from a guy whose face she never saw.