Momma Melba told me to follow her in my car to her house. I thought about not following her but the delicious shame that I felt and the possibility of serving her again kept me tailgating her closely.
Momma Melba lived in Northeast OKC in a small old house. I parked behind her and got to the door as she was unlocking it. I followed her into the living-room and she turned the light on. A Boston Terrier greeted her with glee. I noticed how worn the carpet and furniture were and how old the TV was but the house was clean and well organized, despite the dog and just a faint dog smell lingered.
Momma Melba petted and scratched Sandi, her dog some, and then removed its collar. She stepped over to me and commanded me to lift my hair. I did and she fastened Sandi's collar around my neck. I burned with shame deep down in my bowels as she did this but felt the fire churning in my cunny once more. Momma Melba then went to the coat rack and retrieved a chain leash and attached it to my collar. Me, a bright ambitious woman with a degree in accounting wearing a dog collar and leash. I could not have been more humiliated!
She pulled me over to the sofa where she plopped her huge ass down. She leaned forward and pulled down on the leash, giving me the unmistakable command to sit on the floor.
Sitting there on the floor Momma Melba started lecturing me. "I know you did not diddle your cunny in that bathroom before I entered. It just pisses me off how all you young, pretty and privileged white girls start out making five times what I do, after having put in over twenty years of working for the company. I could sense that you had an attraction to me and I just used that as the excuse to get you where I wanted you. I didn't actually make you do anything that you didn't want to do. I just made you do what you were too afraid to do on your own."
I couldn't believe how good of an insight of my desires this uneducated black woman had of me. I had always felt guilty, at how poor black people were, and of how pretty and privileged I was. Being on the bathroom floor eating her to orgasm was a great way to atone for my guilt and I wanted to do it.
Momma Melba continued, "I never liked how you young pretty white girls strutted around with the world at your feet and all the men drooling over you. It's just not fair! So, I decided to put you under my power and I am sure that you like it."
I just nodded in shame as what she was saying sank in. It gave me butterflies in my stomach and there was nothing that I wanted more in the world than to reinsert my pretty white face back into this old fat black woman's humongous cunt!
"So, since this is what you want, I will let you serve me." Momma Melba stated as if it was a foregone conclusion. "From now on after work you will be coming over to here. Your job when you are not in work will be to serve me, both sexually and domestically. So tomorrow bring your wardrobe over here."
I could not believe the audacity and confidence of this big black woman. I was attracted to her and deep down I did want to serve her. I could not believe that she was giving me the chance to do what I subconsciously so desired to do!
Momma Melba then stood up and removed her shoes, socks, sweat pants, and huge granny panties. She sat back down in the sofa with her huge forested gash at the edge of the sofa. With the leash she pulled me into her cunt. I knew what to do. She did not have to use the leash but it added more humiliation and I liked it.
Her cunt was already wet and it still smelled from her earlier orgasms back at the office bathroom. I parted her huge bush of pubic hair with my hands and buried my face back into her wet folds. Momma Melba grabbed me by the back of my head to force my face in deeper. She didn't have to because I had already wrapped my arms around her fat thighs and was grabbing her cellulite dimpled ass cheeks in order to pull myself in deeper.
