Summary:
Black seductress dominates pregnant white neighbour woman.
Each
Straight White Girl
story stands on its own, but here is a summary of the first two already released:
Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher:
First introduces our black seductress JANET as she seduces her daughter's teacher Jasmine Walker (yes, me...)
Straight White Girls: A Welcoming:
Janet moves into an exclusive white only gated community and begins her lengthy plan to domme the white woman of the racist community. Up first: A white woman in charge of greeting new members to the community comes over and before she leaves becomes the first victim of the seductive irresistible allure that is black pussy.
Note 2:
Thanks to
Robert
,
goamz86
and
Wayne
for editing.
Note 3:
Thanks to
Taff
who suggested the idea.
*****
MEETING THE NEIGHBOURS
The day after her first conquest in the gated white community, while she waited for her newest pet Tammi (formally Tamara) to recruit a new pet, she decided she would introduce, and likely seduce, her neighbours.
Dressed in a completely white business suit, with beige thigh highs, she walked over to her neighbour's on the right and knocked on the door.
After a brief moment, the door was opened by an older black woman in a much more traditional maid outfit than she had her maids wear.
"May I speak with the lady of the house?" Janet asked, politely.
"Yes, ma'am," she nodded and disappeared up the stairs.
The maid came back down the stairs a moment later and said, "She will be with you in a moment."
The moment turned into fifteen minutes before a chubby blonde came down the stairs. As she got closer, Janet realized she wasn't so much chubby, as pregnant. 'This is going to be more interesting than anticipated,' she thought to herself. The woman looked uncomfortable, clearly about to burst as she waddled down the stairs.
Reaching her new black neighbour, Candace Wilkes, a twenty-eight year old wife, didn't even try to fake a smile, "What can I do for you?"
"I'm your new neighbour," Janet answered, smiling widely.
"I know," Candace replied, barely able to hide her obvious contempt at the reality a nigger was her next door neighbour, and now in her home.
"I was hoping to get to know you better," Janet continued, smiling warmly.
"I'm not really in the mood for visitors," the white woman replied, not so subtly trying to get rid of the black woman.
"When are you due?" Janet asked, keeping on her fake smile, all the while thinking 'I've never dommed a white pregnant bitch'.
"Two days ago," Candace answered, clearly not happy she was past due.
"Oh, you must be going crazy waiting," Janet continued.
"I may cut myself open if she doesn't come out soon," she quipped, so annoyed the baby wasn't out yet.
"It's a girl?" Janet asked.
"Yep," she nodded, rubbing her belly.
"I can help trigger labour, if you wish."
"How?"
Janet lied, "I'm a masseuse, and I can relax you to the point you go into labour."
"Really?" Candace asked, not really believing her, but her interested piqued.
"My mother was a midwife back in the day," Janet smiled, sensing the door opening, "trust me, I have seen so many labours I decided I never wanted to have kids."
Finally letting her guard down, her desire to give birth overriding her racist judgement, Candace replied, "I've been thinking that lately too."
"A little late for that," Janet playfully smiled, "plus I still ended up having one child anyways, sometimes the Lord overrules your ideas."
"We all decide to do it even though we know the costs," Candace nodded.
"Oh, trust me, we can never calculate the costs," Janet joked, before adding, "You need to lie down, it's obvious your back is killing you."
"Agreed," Candace nodded, starting to move to the living room.
"If you want my help I need you to be able to lie down on your back," Janet said, trying to control the situation.
"I'm not sure I can make it back up to my bedroom," Candace said, looking at the twenty or so stairs, and thinking, 'No way in hell.'
"Is there a guest room on this floor?" Janet asked.
"Yes," Candace nodded, "just over here." She began walking.
Janet smiled to herself. 'Obviously her pain and desire to go into labour are overriding her distaste of my skin colour. Or maybe she just sees me as another black servant. Either way, I will soon be alone with her and ready to add her to my white pets.'
Once in the room, Janet suggested, "Lay on your back."
"Gladly," Candace agreed, literally collapsing on the bed, relieved to be off her feet.
Janet closed the door, and although she seldom did this, she made first contact, she took off the white bitches' heels, three inches which were rather unpractical for her condition, and began massaging her pantyhose-clad feet. She joked, "Apparently fashion over comfort."
Candace let out a slight moan, "I know, silly, but you will soon learn this suburb is all about outer appearance."
"I hope not," Janet joked, as she continued to massage her foot. "since I'm pretty sure I'm the only woman of colour here."
"That you are," Candace agreed, before adding, reminding the black woman of her situation, "well at least the only non-working woman of colour."
"Why is that?" Janet asked, as she continued to relax her.
"Honestly, it's still the 1950s here," Candace admitted, seeing this woman as just another black servant serving her at the moment. Clarifying she added, "Woman don't work, men don't know how to cook and truthfully we all choose this community to keep it that way."
Janet moved to her other foot. "Yes, I noticed I got quite a few looks as we moved in. It was like being an alien coming to earth."
Candace somehow trusting this woman of colour added, "My husband was furious, as he ranted about our property value crashing the second you walked through the door."
"I thought we were bringing colour to this neighborhood," Janet quipped.
"That you arrrre," Candace smiled, and moaned, the woman's hands relaxing her completely.
Janet moved up and massaged the woman's calves as she continued, "Getting into this gated community was harder than breaking into Fort Knox."
Candace laughed, "Both have about the same amount of money."
Janet laughed back, "So it seems," and then asked, "are you relaxed?"
"It's the best I've felt in a long time," Candace admitted, feeling good for the first time in a couple months.
"Great," Janet said, as she finished working on her calves. "I can have you in labour in an hour if you wish."
"I'd do anything for that," Candace responded, getting more and more comfortable with the black woman and desperate to get this baby out of her.
"I'll keep you to your word on that," Janet purred, knowing this ended with the pregnant white woman munching her black cunt. Before she could respond, Janet warned, "What I do next will be a bit more controversial."
"How so?" Candace asked, opening her eyes for the first time since the massage began.
"The massage needs to get erotic," Janet revealed.
"What?" She gasped, suddenly no longer comfortable with what has happening.
Janet clarified, "It's only through intimate touch and orgasm that it will work."
"I read that, but my bastard of a husband won't touch me. He's scared he will hurt the baby and it's obvious he finds me repulsive," Candace said, bitter that her husband wouldn't fuck her and trigger labour that way.
Janet smiled and confided knowingly, "Men are stupid. You are radiant right now."
"Thank you," Candace replied, not used to getting compliments of late feeling both fat and unattractive, something she wasn't used to before she got pregnant, having been the runner-up to Miss America nine years ago.
"Open your legs a bit wider," Janet ordered, sensing she needed to take control "like you will do when you give birth."
"Okay," she agreed skeptically, so desperate to go into labor she would obey a black woman's instructions. She moved her knees up and opened her legs, feeling slightly vulnerable as she offered the stranger a clear look of her panty covered and pantyhose-clad crotch.
Janet moved her hands to the seam of the pantyhose and ripped.
"What are you doing?" Candace gasped, lifting her head up.
"I need access to your vagina," Janet said rather matter-of-factly. "Now I need you to relax and just obey if you want this to work."
"This isn't very relaxing," Candace pointed out, feeling very uncomfortable with the situation in which she suddenly found herself in.
"Just clear your mind," Janet calmly said, her hands moving up and down her thigh.