Early Saturday morning, Cynthia sat in the big limousine and stared out the darkened window. What had she agreed to? Her orders and that was how she saw them, orders, were to pack a small bag. She was to tell everyone that she was going away for a week, to work some things out. With the trouble that the mill was in, no one thought that too strange. The bright sun belied the dark feelings that she held within her. The mansion almost took Cynthia's breath away, as the car made the slow ride up the long winding driveway. How much money did this family have if the sister could own a house like this? The chauffeur opened the door for her and tipped his hat as she exited the car. The maid met her at the door and took her bag and hat. Then Cynthia was led into a large library.
Cynthia walked in and was in awe at the collection of books that lined the shelves. Then she saw Shamaria sitting in an overstuffed leather chair. She was dressed in a black suit. But the skirt was so short that Cynthia could not see the woman ever wearing it outside the house. Shamaria smiled at Cynthia as the woman approached her. Then she stood up. Cynthia almost gasped at the sight. She knew that Shamaria had long shapely legs but the short skirt showed them off to the hilt. And the high heels that the woman wore made her look even more alluring. Shamaria walked towards Cynthia and the walk was as sexy and provocative as the white girl had ever seen. Shamaria reminded her of sleek Black Panther. Power! Grace! And a body rippling with unbridled passion.
"Hello Cynthia! I fixed you a drink. I wanted us to get started on a nice comfortable note." The tall black woman held the drink out to the young white girl. "Do you know why I insisted that you visit me first?" Cynthia looked at the woman's face. "This wasn't a visit! You ordered me to come here first!" Shamaria smiled at the woman's indignant voice. "Say the word and we will call this off. Of course you will have to return the contract, loaning your company the 25 million. But hey, that's business!" Cynthia knew that she was lost. She bent her head. "No! I don't know why you asked me to visit you first." Cynthia took the drink offered to her and sat down.
Shamaria smiled and took a seat facing the woman. "My brothers are sweet, but their sexual appetites tend to wander. One really enjoys oral sex! He will eat your tender pussy for hours and expect you to service his hard dick until your jaw locks up. The other one seems to be able to fuck for hours. But his true passion and satisfaction comes from giving a good over the knee spanking. And then there is the third brother. He is addicted to anal sex. He has almost made ass-fucking an art form. I won't tell you which is which. You will have to find that out for yourself. But me, I enjoy the pleasures that only two women can enjoy. And in a way, it is my job to prepare you for what my brothers will put you through. Have you ever been with another woman, Cynthia?" Cynthia looked at this beautiful black woman. She sipped her drink to hide her expression. Then knowing that she would never be able to fake it, she looked at Shamaria.
"No! I've seen two women licking each other's pussies. I walked in on my roommate once. But I found it quite disgusting." Shamaria smiled. "Well then I guess that I will have a lot to teach you. You do remember, that part of the agreement was that you obey the orders given to you?" Cynthia looked down at her feet. The powerful presence of the black woman intimidated her. "Yes, I remember!" Shamaria stood up and walked to the chair Cynthia sat in. She reached down and cupped the young white girl's face. Tilting her head so that Cynthia was looking up at her, she smiled down at her. "You really are a very beautiful woman." Shamaria took the drink from Cynthia's hands. "Stand up and let me get a good look at you."
Cynthia stood up and stepped away from the chair. Shamaria held her hand and led her to the middle of the room. Then the black woman walked completely around her. "Remove your clothes please?" Cynthia was shocked. "Right here? Now? One of your servants may come in." Shamaria smiled at Cynthia, then picked up the phone. Cynthia didn't hear what was said, but Shamaria was smiling when she set it down. The door opened and a maid walked in. This one, was a different maid than the one who had opened the door for Cynthia. That woman was middle aged. This maid was young, tall and very beautiful.
"Candace! Would you remove your clothes please?" The maid smiled. "Certainly, Ms Casternet!" Cynthia watched as the maid stripped naked. Shamaria walked over to the maid and cupped one of her firm pointed tits. The maid smiled and closed her eyes. Cynthia looked on in shock as Shamaria took the brown nipple into her mouth and sucked it. The maid sighed, but her sighs turned to moans as Shamaria's hand found her bald pussy. Shamaria turned to Cynthia. "In this house, everything and everyone belongs to me. When you signed the papers and took our deal, you became a part of this house for one week. You may dress, Candace."
The maid looked from Shamaria to Cynthia and smiled. "Yes Ms Casternet!" Candace put back on the maid's uniform that she had come in with. Then without a glance at Cynthia, walked out the room, closing the door. Cynthia noticed that there was no bra or panty as part of the uniform. Shamaria turned back to Cynthia. "Remove your clothes!" This time the voice was cold and hard. And Cynthia, a bit afraid now, began to remove her clothes. When she finished undressing and stood before Shamaria, Cynthia had never felt so naked or exposed. She wanted to cover herself, but knew better than to try. Besides, which would she hide, her pointed nipples or her slightly damp pussy. Watching Shamaria suck the black maid's tit had gotten her wet. Shamaria walked around the woman and examined her as if she were examining livestock.
"Mmmm! I'm going to enjoy teaching you the finer points of woman to woman sexual pleasure." Shamaria reached out and gently stroked one of Cynthia's tits. Cynthia shivered involuntarily, but felt shamed when her nipples began to harden. Shamaria led Cynthia over to the chaise lounge. Laying the woman down, Shamaria sat in a chair next to her. Shamaria sat close enough to allow her to constantly stroke Cynthia's body. "You will answer the questions that I ask you. Understood!" Cynthia could do nothing but nod her head. Shamaria stroked her fingertips along Cynthia's body. Cynthia didn't move until the fingertips touched her mound.
Cynthia's hands grabbed the sides of the lounger with a grip so hard her knuckles turned white. Shamaria laughed softly. "You keep your pussy hair trimmed neatly. I was afraid that I would have to have one of the maids trim you. Now Cynthia, do you play with your pussy?" Cynthia felt the black woman pressing her thighs open. "Sometimes." Shamaria stroked up and down Cynthia's slit. "Do you use your fingers or do you have a toy?" Cynthia felt her body shiver as the black woman's finger slowly pushed into her. "Both! I use both!" Shamaria's finger stroked Cynthia's clit. No matter how much she wanted to resist, Cynthia's body betrayed her.
