Mistress Angel and my sister ho, Suze, were just finishing up their shopping at Sensual Sister's when I entered after servicing Leroy, my first client. Shock registered in Suze's gorgeous hazel eyes as she noticed my wretched appearance. I knew that I looked like a gutter whore with my hair a mess and my torn stockings. I couldn't help but feel like one as well.
Shock must have also registered in my eyes too when I took in the sight of Suze's new attire, because she instantly diverted her eyes and blushed shyly. In my absence, Suze had been made to wear some of her purchases. She now wore a skimpy mini-dress that was eerily similar to the one I was wearing. Narrow six-inch wide straps crossed over her shoulders like suspenders and attached to the tiny skirt in front and back. While Suze's tits were a full cup size smaller than my Cs, the narrow straps still allowed plenty of tit flesh to spill over on either side. The skirt was no less concealing, as it barely covered the tops of her red stockings. The only real difference between Suze's so-called dress and mine was that while mine was hot pink hers was bright whore red. Completing Suze's whorish ensemble was a pair of open toed six-inch high heels with buckling ankle straps.
As I approached Angel and Suze, Angel only smirked meanly and asked loud enough that several near-by patrons could hear, "Did you show my friend Leroy a good time you cracker ho? I had better not hear any complaints."
A half dozen young black ladies glared at me with a grandiose air of superiority. Lowering my eyes, I answered, "I ... I think so, my Nigger Mistress."
"It looks like old Leroy gave you a pretty good romp," Angel stated brightly.
After taking a deep breath, I answered, "He told me to tell you that I'm a damn fine ass fuck for a white girly. my nigger Mistress"
I couldn't help blushing something awful. Yet for some reason I felt a degree of pride in Leroy's words.
Several of the young shoppers snickered callously, while I on the other hand, wanted to simply die of embarrassment.
I was glad to see that Angel and Suze were nearly finished with their shopping. I noticed that many of the items they were purchasing were very similar to the slut clothes that Angel had forced me buy in the past, only the color had changed. I was mildly surprised to see that Angel had picked out a pink sting bikini which I could only assume was for me.
Suze and I followed Angel to the check out counter where Angel presented my bankcard to pay for the purchases. I signed for the shopping trophies as they were packed into three large shopping bags. Angel slipped an arm around Suze's slender waist and began leading her towards the door.
Glancing over her shoulder Angel gave me a quizzical look which I understood immediately. I scrambled to pick-up the three shopping bags and follow Angel and Suze towards the door. I wasn't quite fast enough, and the door slammed shut in my face just before I could catch it.
I hurriedly bent over to set one bag down so I could open the door. Much to my horror a round of snickered comments and humiliating laugher sounded throughout the store. In my perplexed state, I had completely forgotten I wasn't wearing panties. I was giving anyone who cared to look a prefect view of my lower feminine anatomy. My face burned red with shame as I quickly righted myself and opened the door. Leaning over again to pick-up my bag only added to my humiliation, as my right tit popped free of the strap trying to hold it. The young black girls continued to laugh and mock me with their crude comments as I struggled to replace my exposed tit. I used my foot to hold open the door as I adjusted my dress.
The mocking laughter reached a feverish pitch as I bent over once more to pick-up the burdensome packages Angel had given me charge over. I couldn't help but flash the verbally abusive black girls again, showing off all my female assets. My face burned with humiliation as my mind was sheared with shame.
Gathering what little dignity I could, I awkwardly stepped through the door. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I started to follow Angel and Suze down the sidewalk. With her arm still around Suze's waist, Angel looked back at me and asked what was taking me so long.
"Hurry up ... move your lazy ass you stupid white cunt," Angel hollered for the world to hear.
Dozens of heads turned towards Angel and then me. Black men opening leered as I struggled to catch up.
I tried, I really did. The burdensome bags were heavier than they looked, and they restricting my pace. I did however manage to pick up the pace, that is until my barely contained titties began swinging and bouncing wildly. They threatened to break free of their confinement if I moved any faster.
One-hundred-twenty feet ahead Angel and Suze looked back at me as they reached the car. Angel's voice was filled with impatience and scorn as she screamed, "Move it, girly. Move you frigging fat ass I don't have all day."
By now everyone on the street was watching the spectacle of the thirty-something white woman chasing after the twenty year old black girl.
Casting all caution to the wind I began to run. Of course, the pink 6-inch high-heels strapped to my feet wouldn't allow me to actually run, so it was more like a trot. Within a matter of seconds my left tittie broke free of the narrow strip of pink material trying to conceal it. A couple steps later, my right tittie followed suit, as it also flopped free. The straps were now loose, and they quickly slipped off my shoulders and slid down my arms, leaving me completely topless. Modesty demanded I stop and cover my naked titties, yet I didn't dare.
Angel continued to yell, "Move it you piece of white thrash."
Whistles and demeaning comments from the many black bystanders filled the air as I tried to move faster. My freely bouncing titties caused a great deal of discomfort as I trotted along as fast as I could manage.
By the time I reached Angel and her car, she had opened the trunk. I was told to put the packages I carried in and to close the lid, which I did without question. Several bystanders had wandered towards the car and had begun forming a semi-circle about twenty feet back.
After closing the trunk, I wrapped my arms around my jiggling titties trying to hide them, but, Angel wasn't of the mind to allow me such modesty.
"Put your arms down slut," she snarled, "In fact put your hands behind your back."
Hanging my head in shame, I quickly obeyed my owner. Much to my distress, Angel seemed content to continue my public humiliation, while a smirking Suze stood quite proudly by her side.
"Look at yourself," Angel scolded, her voice filled with scorn, "you're nothing but a dirty piece of white trash."
I humbly whimpered, "Pleaseeee."
"Please what, you cunt," Angel snapped.
"May I please cover myself, my Nigger Mistress?"
The small crowd of black people who had gathered pressed closer in order to hear every humiliating word.
Angel ignored my plea.
"See how hard her nipples are, Suze?" Angel mocked.
"Yes, my Nigger Mistress," Suze responded quickly as she continued to smirk.
"That is how I know the trashy cunt loves this treatment. Don't you, cunt?" Angel lectured.
Swallowing a lump in my throat I replied honestly, "No, my Nigger Mistress. I don't love it at all."
Angel again ignored my words. Smiling at Suze my black owner continued, "She loves it so much, in fact, that I bet her pussy is throbbing and wet."
With a knowing smile Suze responded slyly, "I bet so to, my Nigger Mistress."
Angel commanded Suze, "Check it out, slut. Let's just she how excited the bitch is."
I was horror stricken by Angel's words. God help me, but I was excited. Angel was right. My pussy was soaked and ached with a throbbing need. Like a fire cracker with a short fuse, I was ready to explode at any moment.
"Check it out, Suzie Q, check and see how wet the whore's pussy is," Angel demanded.
"Of course, my Nigger Mistress, it would be my pleasure," Suze replied brightly. Smiling broadly Suze stepped in front of me and slipped her delicate hand under the hem of my very short pink skirt.
I lifted my head slightly locking onto Suze's sparkling hazel eyes, hoping to see a hint of mercy. I saw no mercy, only a curious air of superiority. Suze's finger slipped easily into my well lubed cunt, sending shivers of fantastic pleasure racing throughout my nearly naked body. Suze's air of dominance intensified as her finger penetrated my needful pussy deeper, and she used her thumb to rub my clit. My pussy was quaking and my knees weakened with whorish lust as she began to pull her finger out. Involuntarily the muscles inside my wanton pussy contracted squeezing down hard on Suze's playful finger trying to keep it inside me. The sensation wasn't lost on Suze as her sparking eyes lit up brightly and the awful demeaning smirk returned to curl her lips.
"What's taking so long, bitch?" Angel insisted.
"Just a moment ...," Suze replied. She didn't get a chance to finish.
With cat like speed, Angel grabbed Suze's bare arm and spun her around. Without giving Suze a chance to recover, Angel bitch slapped her hard across her left check causing Suze to stumble in her high heels. Trying to recover her balance, Suze's feet became entwined and she tripped, which sent her falling to the ground. She landed hard on her right side causing her left tittie to pop into view.
"Don't you dare!" Angel hissed as Suze tried to cover herself. Looking down on the helpless white woman Angle snarled, "Just who the fuck do you think you are, cunt? Don't you ever tell me 'just a moment'."
"Yes ... okay ... please ... I understand, my Nigger Mistress," Suze rubbed her bruised cheek as she pleaded.
Angel scolded, "Now look at yourself, bitch, you have gone and smeared Barbie's pussy juice all over your face. Clean your finger before you make it worse."
Sheepishly Suze's full lips parted, and she slipped the finger that had so recently been buried in my soaked pussy between them.
"Look at me, whore," Angel demanded.
Obediently, Suze lifted her eyes to meet Angel's penetrating glare. It was my turn to smirk as I watched Suze swirl her tongue around her own finger as if she were sucking a most desirable cock. Suze's air of supremacy faded away into nothingness, and was replaced by fearful submission. Even in my humiliating position, I couldn't help feel a sense of enjoyment as I witnessed Suze's return to reality.
