Nastya drove to the outskirts of the city, turning into the "black quarter". She grimaced as usual, looking around at the shabby houses painted with rapper graffiti, and piles of garbage in the narrow streets. Blacks settled here, who flocked to the city from all over the state in search of work. Whites were rarely seen here, except for the harsh southern cops, among whom somehow there were no beautiful blondes in mini. Nastya now and then caught the eyes of blacks loitering around the streets, and several black teenagers playing basketball in the middle of a cluttered playground even whistled after her.
Having driven to the agreed place, Nastya got out of the car and carefully looked around - no, she was alone here. The Russian girl took out an iPhone from her bag and typed an SMS:
"The Hole has arrived, Mistress."
A few minutes later, the screen flashed:
"I'm go"
Nastya sighed heavily and, with a habitual movement, sank to all fours, arching her back and sticking out her ass. With her hands folded on the ground and her chin resting on her crossed fingers, the "teacher" froze in anticipation. The morning breeze stirred her short skirt, under which she had been never wearing panties for a month now, and Nastya cringed, feeling the cold air on her naked pussy and ass.
After a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity, steps were heard and black feet in sandals appeared before Nastya's eyes. The Russian girl touched her lips to dark fingers with nails painted with scarlet varnish - first on one leg, then on the other.
- Hole welcomes Mistress! - she said memorized and received a restrained chuckle from above as a reward. Nastya began to slowly get up, sniffing black legs like a dog, thrilled by the barely perceptible smell. She already knew and loved every inch of her Lady's body: her elastic muscular calves, round knees and delicious black thighs. Finally, Nastya buried her nose in yellow shorts, tightly fitting an elastic mound. The girl snuggled up to him, enjoying the feminine scent of Melissa.
- Hello, Mistress Pussy, - Nastya said, kissing the bosom covered with yellow cloth. A chuckle was heard from above, and Melissa turned around in one motion. Elastic chocolate hemispheres appeared in front of Nastya's face, bursting tight shorts. Melissa majestically swung her back - up and down, so that the nose of the Russian beauty rubbed just in a deep hollow.
- Hello, Mistress Ass, - squeezed out Nastya, kissing the black ass. Melissa turned around, leaning over and taking Nastya by the chin, lifted her head.
- Open your mouth, - she commanded, and Nastya obeyed. Melissa spat into her mouth and Nastya obediently swallowed. Melissa patted her head approvingly.
- Good bitch, - she walked over to the car and lay back in the back seat, - well, you want me to be late for practice? Go!
Fifteen minutes later they were already approaching the school. Nastya stopped in a small alley, hidden from prying eyes, opened the door for Melissa and helped her carry out a bag with a sports uniform.
- Well done! - Melissa praised her, - well, give me your ass, you deserve it!
Nastya instantly lay down with her chest on the hood, lifting her skirt as high as possible. Barely restrained from screaming when Melissa unceremoniously shoved three fingers into white asshole at once. For several seconds the black woman rummaged around inside the girl, and suddenly, having felt something, she jerked sharply.
- Oooooh!!! - Nastya howled in pain, but immediately felt an extraordinary lightness in her whole body. The heaviness that had filled her ass all weekend was finally gone.
- I helped you, - Melissa threw anal beads in front of Nastya's nose, - now clean me.
She brought her soiled fingers to her lips and Nastya obediently began to work her tongue. When she finished, Melissa patted Nastya's cheek dismissively and hurried to the school stadium. And Nastya, picking up her purse, and frantically slamming the door, hurried to school almost at a run, squeezing her buttocks with all her might. Having flown in through the door and greeted the guard with a patter, she ran into the women's toilet. Lifting her skirt as she went, she flew into the first cabin she came across and plopped down on the toilet, noisily easing her bowels from everything that had accumulated there over the weekend.
Having finished with the morning toilet, Nastya quickly put herself in order and, as if on wings, hurried to her class. Classes had not yet begun and the girl collapsed into the teacher's chair, grimacing from a slight pain in her ass. Taking an apple out of her bag, she bit into it greedily, enjoying every second of her brief relaxation.
Another work week has just begun.
Ten days have passed since Melissa's visit to the hostel, and during this time the black girl did her best to knock out the remnants of pride from the white slave. Now Nastya took Melissa to college every morning, and after class - home or to one of the nightclubs, where the athlete had fun with black boyfriends. At breaks, Melissa dragged Nastya into the toilet and forced her to quickly serve her with her tongue. Melissa did not leave her alone at lectures - so last week she inserted an electric vibrator into Nastya's pussy, and then had fun by turning it on and off with the remote control right in the classroom. A couple of times she fell into her house and there she gave free rein to her fantasy. After that, Melissa fell asleep in Nastya's bed, and the Russian woman herself dozed, curled up at her feet: flogged, fucked with strapons of various sizes, having gone through all possible humiliations.
The most embarrassing thing for Nastya was that she liked all this more and more - Melissa's upbringing was bearing fruit. So she even felt disappointed when, on Wednesday, Melissa told not to wait for her after class - the next friends with whom she was going to have fun in a bar by the ocean were supposed to call for a black woman. Nastya arrived at the hostel, ate a meager dinner without appetite and, having not found anything to do, decided to go to bed early.
The rattle of the key in the keyhole and Melissa's voice woke her up. Nastya quickly flipped the switch and ran out into the middle of the room, bending down and spreading her buttocks with her hands. "I did it," a joyful thought flashed through her head when the door swung open behind her.
- WTF, Melissa! - Nastya went cold when she heard an unfamiliar girlish voice behind her, - is that really her?
- What difference does it make!? - another unfamiliar girl neighed cheerfully, - when there is such a great ass, - and a heavy slap burned the buttocks of the Russian girl.
- No, but it's interesting, - the sound of heels was heard and long legs shod in expensive shoes appeared before Nastya's eyes. A hand grabbed her by the hair painfully and pulled hard, forcing her to lift her head up.
- She, - a tall mulatto, about the same age as Nastya, nodded, sitting down on the sofa. Nastya recognized her - Lateisha Freeman, a young teacher who taught a course in African American history. Nastya saw her only a few times - they taught in different shifts - but she could not help but remember a swarthy, beautiful girl, with thin, not at all Negro features. Out of the corner of her ear, she heard that her lectures were a great success with black students.
Big dark eyes contemptuously examined the Russian woman who was standing with doggy-style.
- Is she going to stay like that? - the toe of the shoe lifted Nastya's chin.
- Maybe even a day if I tell, - Melissa, holding three cans of beer in her hands, sat down on the sofa. Another black girl, unfamiliar to Nastya, plopped down next to her. Short, thick, in short tight shorts, almost sunk between large buttocks that looked like two brown watermelons. From under the unbuttoned leather jacket, lush breasts could be seen, falling out of a tight bra. In general, she looked ten pounds heavier than Melissa, but every extra pound so well flowed into her magnificent forms that it only added to her seductiveness. A pretty round face with expressive eyes framed by long afro braids.
