((Okay its been a long time since I've posted anything so I thought I'd put this up. I've taken a break from Confessions, mainly because I've been doing a rewrite of it and since I cant post rewrites I decided to just wait till I get around to knew chapters. This particular story is a little different than Confessions. I wanted to try a non-consensual just cause I'm feeling drawn that way lately. Also through this series and Confessions I'm gonna try a few more fetishes, particularly water sport. It's not in this one though and I'll give a heads up before I do that. So lastly I just wanna say I'd love feedback, as an author it doesn't really get any better than hearing from people that they enjoyed your work. So keep the comments coming, even if you are picking it up after its old. Oh and one last heads up this is an interracial story just as a warning. I know for some people that's not their thing but just so you know up front With that said thanks for reading and please enjoy.))
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It was a pleasantly warm morning, and Sarah Taylor had just risen from her peaceful slumber. Like most eighteen-year-old girls she lived a home with her parents, attended high school, and lived a proper life befitting her proper breeding. She was a beautiful girl, small and petite. Her smooth pale skin looked gorgeous against her dark brown hair and her piercing blue eyes held sway over most of the boys in the school. She was a girl who seemed to have everything and so it was hard for her to understand how things had come to this. With father out buying more scotch and her mother in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner, she was left alone to cope with the fact that she had just been raped by a black man in her own living room.
Thinking back to that morning she had noticed something different in her parents. Her mother moved with an unusual skip in her step and her father seemed both anxious and yet seemed to grin every time he looked at her. The breakfast table was indeed strange but at the time she thought little of it. Taking a seat across her father she started on the pancake breakfast her mother had made. During the week she was more accustomed to eating a bowl of cereal or chewing down a granola bar on her way to the bus, but today her mother had cooked a full breakfast, pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage and fresh squeezed orange juice. The pancakes and meat were well enough but the orange juice took her by surprise. Her mother only took the time to squeeze oranges for someone's birthday or a holiday and this morning were neither.
Thankful for the meal she chewed away, munching down as much as she could. (Despite being a small girl she had a very large appetite) She was halfway through her through her breakfast when she saw the time. Her bus had left her fifteen minutes ago, and now she would need to either walk to school or beg her father for a ride. Quickly she turned to him with a whimpering expression. She knew he didn't like driving her in the mornings but hoped that this time he'd make an exception for his little girl.
When Mr. Taylor saw the expression on his daughters face he could hardly stifle his laughter. "That's a whole lot of wasted effort sweetie." Sarah started to frown when he continued adding, "besides, your not even going to school today kid. Why don't you go back up stairs and get some rest." At first Sarah thought he was joking, even as he smiled at her. It wasn't until he got up from the table, gathered his things and walked out the door that she even dared to hope he was serious. The minute the door closed she turned to her mother and asked, "Is that really true. I don't have to go to school today?"
Mrs. Taylor confirmed her hopes, telling her that she could take the day off. Sarah's breakfast tasted all the sweeter. When she was done she washed her plate off in the sink and scampered up the stairs back to her bedroom. That morning she slept all the way until noon. Even after she awoke she laid quietly in her bed, savoring the extent to which her parent's had allowed her laziness to develop. From the hall she could hear her mother talking on the phone. She spoke too softly for Sarah to make out any of conversation but from the tone of her voice she could tell that she was very happy.
'Maybe I made honor-roll this semester' she wondered. Though that was rather unlikely. Her English grade was abysmal; she'd be lucky if she even passed the class. After Mrs. Taylor hung up the phone she peeked into her daughters room. Sarah was laying silently under her sheets, though she suspected that the girl was awake. Like any mother she thought nothing of tossing the door open and walking into her Sarah's room. She gave Sarah a gentle tap on the butt to wake her up and went to her closet to pull down clothes for the day.
"Now honey we have some special guest coming tonight, I need you to wear something nice." After looking through the closet Mrs. Taylor decided on a blue jean skirt and a pink and white striped polo. To finish the ensemble she reached into Sarah's personal shoe rack and tossed out a pair of pink flip-flops. "This should be fine."
It had been a decade since her mother had picked out clothes for her, but today not only did Sarah watch her mom decide on her shirt, skirt, bra, and panties, she even told her what pair of shoes to wear. This was simply too much for her. She started to tell her mother that she was plenty old enough to pick out nice clothes for herself but the giddy woman was out of her room before Sarah could finish her statement. Giving in to her better judgment, she thought it best not to upset her parents when they seemed so keen on treating her like a princess. After all there was no telling when this treatment would stop, with her luck they'd be back to griping about her grades before dinner. Sarah dressed herself in the clothes her mother had set out and, brushed her hair and met her mom downstairs for lunch. It was then that she was finally given an explanation for why everyone seemed so overly happy.
"Now sweetie, you remember your father's boss, Mr. Cox. Well he's coming over today for dinner and I need you to be on your best behavior. This is important for us understand." Sarah nodded, now believing she ha a grip on the situation. Her father was getting a raise and that's why they were all in such a good mood. It made well enough sense but somehow it didn't quite seem to fit. A raise was certainly nice but she couldn't see how that was enough to get her a get out of school free card. What's more Sarah detested her father's boss. Mr. Cox was a mean, pushy, nigger who seemed to think that just because he was one of the few porch monkey's who wasn't selling drugs in the ghetto that he somehow had the right to look down on people. The way her father described him and still somehow worshipped him sickened her. Still she would put up with it though, Mr. Cox had been her father's boss since before she was born and though he was the head of a multibillion dollar corporation he still took time to talk to mid-level managers like her father. The more she thought about it the more she wondered, "Just why was Mr. Cox making a house visit. Her father was one of thousands of district managers that worked for him. It didn't make sense for him to take such huge interest in her father. The idea lingered for only a moment before she again squashed her concerns. She was more content to kill brain cells with hours of m.t.v programming. The rest of the day went as she expected, when her father came home her mother began cooking while her dad scampered around the house like a Disney princess cleaning whatever odds and ends he could. The only strange thing was the fact that neither of her parents bothered to ask her to help. About the only thing they ever asked was how she felt, and if she was tired, and things along those lines. When 7:00 finally rolled around Sarah had mentally prepared herself for the encounter. In her head she had practiced all her hellos and how do you dos to the point where she felt comfortable whatever the situation brought.
The doorbell rang and instantly her parents leapt up to answer it. Mr. Cox, who was an even larger man than her father had described entered the house followed by another large black man. To Sarah they looked like skyscrapers. Mr. Cox was bald with a well-trimmed mustache and beard that lined his lips and chin. The suit he wore was something fancy, Armani was Sarah's first guess but she couldn't be sure. The other black man was much younger than Mr. Cox; he was close to Sarah's age, but still old enough to grow facial hair. His mustache was thin and lined neatly in the style that was popular with black twenty year olds. His hair was short but not bald, an inch or so higher than a fade. Mr. Taylor started the introductions, first by welcoming Mr. Cox. "I'm so glad you were able to make it out here Sir—Sarah fought the urge to gag, he actually made his employees call him sir—I believe you remember my lovely wife Meredith." Mrs. Taylor curtsied lifting her edges of her mid-thigh length dress just slightly and bowed. "And this is my lovely daughter Sarah."
Sarah waved and smiled like she'd mentally practiced, a humble display hiding the fact that she wanted more than anything to kick both of the big niggers out of her house.
Mr. Cox was next to make introductions, though his was for just one person. "Meredith, Gerald, I'd like you to meet my son Kyle. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor took turns greeting him, Mr. Taylor with an enthusiastic handshake and Mrs. Taylor with a hug, just as bubbly as her husband. Shortly after they became acquainted Mrs. Taylor went to the kitchen to get drinks and snacks, for the men scotch, for Mrs. Taylor a dachery, and for Sarah a cup of soda. As the "adults" chattered away and sipped there alcohol Sarah sat, angrily sipping out of her sprite. It annoyed her that her parents wouldn't allow her to drink, especially since she's had alcohol plenty of times at the parties she went to with Brian, her boyfriend. Of course her parents didn't know about the parties, nor the boyfriend. As typical old-fashioned parents would, they forbade her from drinking or dating until after high school. She smiled contently to herself, thinking of the things she'd done behind their backs. For all they knew she was still a virgin.
When the snack tray had been emptied and the drinks consumed Meredith excused herself to check on dinner. As she scooted from her chair to the kitchen she felt a sharp pop on her behind. Mr. Cox's hand lingered inches from her butt even as she released an unintentional moan. A brief gaze back at Mr. Cox was all she allowed herself before hurrying back into the kitchen. Sarah who was sitting across from Kyle missed the loud moan her mother had made, too shocked by the fact that the nigger actually had the audacity to slap her mom's ass.
