To start let me extend my continued thanks to my editors from the volunteer editor program, brucru and neuroparenthetical. They helped turn my musings into a story. Any errors in spelling, grammar, or otherwise are mine by virtue of not taking their excellent advice.
That said this is the next of an unknown number of chapters in an interracial and raceplay story. That means there will be racial slurs, yes including that one, in the text. Sometimes used by a character with malice in the proper context of the story as it establishes characters personalities and sometimes used in a sexual context between consenting individuals engaged in raceplay. Not every chapter will use those slurs the same way if at all. Just be forewarned from the start if you aren't comfortable with raceplay and its attendant use of language, this series may not be for you.
Read through to the end for a preview of my new series, Reporting for Booty.
Chapter 5
Brian turned the key and stayed in the silence of his car for a moment. He looked to the left and saw Nia's car parked at her house. It wasn't long before she emerged from her front door and walked towards him. She was dressed conservatively, in a light purple sleeveless blouse and casual grey skirt that popped brightly against umber hued skin, her coal black hair laid flat along her back. Her smile beamed at him as she sauntered across the grass in bare feet.
When she was only a few feet away, he popped open the car door and climbed out to greet her. The sun washed over his citrine skin and sparkled in his blue eyes as he stood and stretched. While he was reaching up to pop his back, Nia slipped an arm around his waist and pushed up on tip toes to kiss him. Their lips pressed together for a long moment and Brian slid a hand down her over her ass.
Finally, they separated, and Nia's fingers wove in between his, dark and light skin tones laced back and forth. An easy gait took them up the steps to his front door. Nia swung her hip to bump against him playfully before releasing his hand. She dug a small key ring out of her pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open and waiting for him to go in.
Brian walked in and headed for the kitchen. He took only a quick glance around the house, and nodded at how clean everything was. Nia followed close behind after shutting the door and took the moment to appreciate Brian's ass in his well-fitted black trousers. She strutted when walking into the kitchen before seating herself at the island. A smile crossed her lips as she reflected Brian had been seated in the same spot several days before on her first visit to the house. He stood next to her now and wrapped an arm around her shoulders when she slipped her arm around his hips.
Anna was standing at the refrigerator filling two glasses of water, her honey-blonde hair loose and hanging below her shoulders. Her slender legs filled out tight grey yoga pants that highlighted her thigh gap when she walked. A tight white shirt covered her torso and clung to her small bust. Her nipples were hard from the friction as she moved.
"Good girl." Nia's voice was smooth and authoritative as she set the water aside.
Anna merely nodded and stood looking down at the tile. After the confrontation with Nia, she had become much less hostile and, in many ways, even eager to please. Nia reflected briefly on the rest of that night and shifted as heat quickly spread across through her groin.
"Anna?"
"Yes, Miss Nia?"
"What did you like most about Sunday night?"
Anna flushed deeply, all the way from her cheeks to below the neckline of her plain white T-shirt. Her nipples chaffed and ached. Nia's question had become part of a new ritual; she would make Anna recount the events of that night, and every time it led to a new humiliation.
"I didn't."
"Liar." Nia slid off her stool and walked behind Anna, sliding her hands down over the smooth back of the white woman's grey yoga pants. A moment later she pushed Anna against the edge of the island and pinned her there with her pelvis. She began grinding against her while grabbing a fistful of blonde hair in her long black fingers. Nia pulled Anna's head back and to the side, so that she was looking at her and Brian. "Don't ever lie to me."
Anna gasped as her head was wrenched around. "I am sorry, Miss Nia," she squeaked. Her small hands grabbed the edge of the counter, turning white from the ferocity of her grip as she tried to keep some level of personal balance and leverage. Another rough tug pulled her against Nia, pressing her against the black woman's tits and arching her back, to thrust her own breasts forward toward the ceiling, nipples hard and betraying the game already.
"Now, what did you like best about Sunday? Was it licking my pussy like a dyke?" Nia ground her hips against Anna's small, firm ass. Then she pushed one hand along her stomach before slipping her fingers under her shirt.
"I am not a dyke." Anna winced when Nia pulled her hair, but mewled as she felt Nia's hand close on her apple sized breast.
"Liar. Was it when my sister shoved my vibrator in your ass?" Nia pinched and twisted one hard little nipple while looking at Brian. Her eyes were glowing as she looked at him, the passion of knowing how dominating Anna turned him on, and the personal pleasure of humbling the woman who had been such a racist bitch to her since they had met.
"No. I didn't like th- "
Brian's long fingers grabbed her chin and pulled her to look back at him. His deep blue eyes held her light blue eyes for a long moment. "Liar. I heard you. Liars get punished." Nia stepped out from behind Anna and grabbed her wrist while Brian grabbed the other. He released her chin, and a sharp crack filled the kitchen as his hand connected with her ass.
Anna bit her lip as Brian smacked her ass a second time. She tried unsuccessfully not to wiggle as pain shot up her backside and heat spread out from her pussy. The rolling motion of her hips earned her another smack across the ass, that time from Nia who left her hand there to caress the smaller woman's butt afterward.
Brian's low bass drew both of their attention. "You enjoyed licking Nia's juices off my balls while I fucked her."
Anna looked down at the counter and swallowed hard; she didn't want to answer. The hand on her ass slid down between her thighs and grabbed her pussy, which made her inhale sharply. Reluctantly, she nodded while fighting the urge to look up at her husband. The pressure against her cunt increased, and she could feel her pants getting wetter. There were no panties to soak up anything leaking from her. Finally, she spoke again. "Yes." A hard tap made her continue. "Yes sir."
"Damn right, 'Yes sir' you little bitch. Don't you talk to
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