Somali Pet Ch. 01

Somali Pet Ch. 01

As Danielle watched the movers unloading her new neighbours' belongings next door, she was very curious. The unusual pieces of furniture... obviously from some foreign country... were intriguing, and she couldn't help wondering who these people were. And whether like the most recent three families over the past ten years, the wife would soon be eating her cunt and getting fucked by one of her dozen-plus strap-ons.

She also hoped that for once, the family would include a girl of legal age she could seduce. The previous three families had all been young, and thus their children had been too young to be plucked.

She'd previously seduced some high school and college students, including cheerleaders, babysitters, athletes and others, since she particularly enjoyed turning straight girls.

She also loved turning a straight married woman into a submissive lesbian who could never get enough of her... and having a submissive fuck toy living next door had been super convenient... the last three wives next door all soon serving as submissive pussy lickers and cock takers whenever she summoned them.

Danielle was an out and out lesbian. Unlike many power hungry Mistresses she'd met at the swinger clubs and parties in and around Boston, she enjoyed eating pussy. She enjoyed pleasuring a woman's entire body. She also liked getting her pussy munched, and she could wield a cock and fuck a woman better than any man ever could!

She also wasn't slender, like most of the other seductresses she was acquainted with were... she was a big-boned gal with large breasts, a great ass, and strong legs.

Yet, she had one talent that most Mistresses didn't have, or even understand... the power to make the straightest women imaginable come like they'd never come before! And then of course, they'd beg to be allowed to come back for more, again and again.

If she didn't get bored with fucking the same women over and over, she'd be able to have sex three times a day every day of the week, and she'd still have leftovers begging to spend time with her. She had an aura about her. A confidence that exuded from her.

Yet her biggest rush was to turn a new straight girl... acquiring a new trophy (her term for a turn).

She spied through her window, as if she were a kid at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning, as an SUV pulled into the next door driveway.

The moment of truth, Danielle thought to herself, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the possibilities... while an 18-year-old eager submissive from the nearby college licked her pussy.

She was on pins and needles... there was nothing more exciting than the anticipation... and then the revelation of her next target. She'd already decided her new neighbour would be her next target, regardless of how young or old the woman was, or what she looked like.

And her eventual conquest would be equally as enthralling as her prior ones.

The confusion in a woman's eyes as lust begins to consume her, the first moans escaping her lips, and her inevitable life-changing orgasms... Danielle found them all deliciously pleasurable.

Of course, watching a new trophy first tentatively... and then eagerly... licking her pussy for the first time, while she was enveloped by Danielle's intoxicating scent and overwhelmed by her delicious addicting taste, was also undeniably heavenly.

The car doors opened just as the eager teen parted Danielle's pussy lips with her eager tongue.

Emerging from the car came three of the blackest people she'd ever seen. A handsome man, a larger woman who was obviously his wife, and a very slender younger one, perhaps still in high school, she couldn't tell, since the girl was wearing a figure-concealing abaya.

Danielle was excited. She already had a lot of trophies in her stable, even including a few black women, but she sensed this family was from somewhere exotic: Somalia, Ethiopia, or perhaps some other country in or near the Horn of Africa.

Knowing most women from that region followed the Koran, made this chance meeting even more intriguing. Her pussy was on fire with the idea of seducing two black Muslims (if the daughter was old enough), both almost guaranteed never to have tasted the taboo pleasures of another woman. The daughter was likely still living at home, which meant she was also almost certainly a virgin.

Danielle leaned forward and rested one hand on the window frame, and the other on the back of the eighteen-year-old's head, as she imagined what she soon would be doing to those two pure... or in the mother's case, pure-ish women... tainting them in ways that right now they couldn't even imagine.

Danielle eyed the girl in particular. She had huge tits, which the abaya couldn't hide, she imagined 44DD. Danielle loved a big pair of tits, and she could already imagine sucking on those assumedly big, hard nipples.

Danielle admired her future prey, pondering which she would seduce first: the mother or the daughter. Not that it mattered right now, that decision could be made at a later date, once she met them and started formulating her seduction plan.

As the family disappeared into the house... the movers would be doing all the work of bringing in the family's expensive furnishings... Danielle ground her pussy up and down on the teen's face, until she squirted all over the lustful teen, who couldn't get enough of her amazing pussy cum.

.....

Danielle did what she always did first thing after some new neighbours moved in. She waited for the husband to leave the house. It being the weekend at the very beginning of September, that didn't happen immediately.

So on Monday a couple days later, she sauntered over to visit her new neighbours, bearing a freshly baked apple pie.

Dressed reasonably conservatively but informally in jeans and a t-shirt, she waited after knocking twice.

The mother opened the door, and looked surprised. Danielle greeted warmly... one of her gifts being the ability to flip from sweet as pie to nasty as a porn slut in a heartbeat... "Hi, I'm Danielle, your next door neighbour. Welcome to the neighbourhood!"

"Hi," Isniino greeted, "my name is Isniino," a little surprised by her visitor's unexpected appearance. (She pronounced her name Is-nih-een-oh.)

"May I come in?" Danielle asked, inspecting the wife's face up close and personal for the first time. She was pretty, but she had heavy bags under her eyes. So she was probably older than Danielle had originally thought, likely around fifty. Not that Danielle found that off-putting, since she was in her mid-fifties.

"Um, sure," the Muslim woman agreed... wishing to be hospitable.

Danielle followed the wide-butted beauty into her living room, wishing women from her culture wore clothing that didn't conceal all their curves. Truth was, she loved big women. They often didn't receive as much attention as the slender women did, so they were often more submissive, and way louder in the bedroom... as if they especially appreciated the extra attention they were unused to receiving. And they always tried harder to be pleasing.

Danielle could already imagine grabbing those wide hips and slamming her strap-on into both her likely hairy cunt and her never-before-fucked asshole. Yet her words were much more civilized, "I love what you've done to this place."

"It's a work in progress," her hostess smiled, since not everything was yet exactly the way she wanted it. She was a bit of a perfectionist, and was still moving things around. She'd totally reorganized the living room three times already.

"What amazing artwork," Danielle said, very impressed by the beautiful pictures hanging on the walls. "Where are these paintings from?"

"Somalia," Isniino answered, proud of the artwork, and the many pieces she'd brought here from her homeland.

"Is that where your family is from?" Danielle asked. She noticed Isniino was wearing pantyhose, which she didn't think Muslim women usually wore. Although she hated wearing them herself, she liked seeing them on her soon-to-be trophies.

"We recently spent three years in Florida, but my husband got a promotion, which brought us here," she explained, not sure why she was sharing so much information with this complete stranger.

"Well, at least we have seasons here," Danielle joked.

"Yes," she agreed. "We don't have summers and winters in Somalia, but we do have a couple of rainy seasons each year. But with an annual rainfall of only around two inches, even those are hardly noticeable... just some very brief downpours. I'm looking forward to seeing snow. It's only snowed four times in the last hundred years in Somalia, and then only in the mountains."

Danielle laughed, since Boston often endured some wild storms. "That'll be a short-lived enjoyment."

"I imagine it will."

"Oh, here! I baked you this apple pie. It's a welcome to the neighbourhood gift."

"That's very kind of you," she said, taking the pie and setting it on the coffee table.

"Well, neighbours need to look after each other," Danielle said, planning to look after this woman extremely well.

"I never saw much of my neighbours in Florida," Isniino said. She pretty much knew their faces, but in Miami, it seemed people just lived their own lives.

"Well, this is a smaller community, and we try to get to know each other," Danielle said... which was true for this particular suburb... a gated community for some of the more elite families in the city.

"We followed that tradition back home," Isniino said.

"Then I hope you'll feel right at home here," Danielle said, before shocking her prey by giving her a big hug.

Isniino was stunned! She just stood there stoically while this stranger hugged her. This was not something she was accustomed to. Women didn't hug women. Actually, except at a funeral for her father, she couldn't recall ever being hugged or giving a hug... with anyone!. Yet, she couldn't explain why, but it felt nice. It bestowed a strange feeling of warmth, which was in sharp contrast to the cold and emotionless world in which she lived normally.

Danielle held onto her much longer than a non-romantic hug would last, before she finally released the woman and said, "Sorry, I'm a hugger."

"It was nice," Isniino replied, feeling a bit disappointed when it was over, yet regretting she'd encouraged that much physical contact from a stranger.

Danielle noticed a photo and asked, "Are all these boys and a girl your children?"

"All seven of them, yes."

"Oh my, I have seven fewer kids than that!"

"The boys are at college or working back in Somalia, and my two oldest live in London, England."

"Was your plan to keep having kids until you got a girl?" Danielle asked, looking at the photos of six strapping boys, and a girl who was obviously the youngest of the lot.

"Yes," she agreed. "I was almost continually pregnant for years."

"So it seems," Danielle laughed, before adding, beginning her plan soon to be eating this woman's pussy and turning her into her next trophy. "I'd love to have you over for coffee someday soon, so we can get to know each other."

"That would be nice," Isniino said, since she hadn't made even one white friend while she was in Miami, just a bunch of white-skinned acquaintances, and a few somewhat closer Muslim friends she only saw at cultural events.

Just then the daughter Caaisho (pronounced Kah-shio) came downstairs, and Danielle shifted her focus from one prey to the other. She'd already twice seduced a mother and her daughter, and perhaps this family would be her third. She immediately went over to the big-busted and very pretty teen and gave her a big hug, noticing that she too was wearing pantyhose under her bland abaya.

Like her mother, Caaisho was also stunned. Why was this total stranger hugging her? Not even her mother had ever hugged her! She wanted to push the woman away, but because she'd been trained always to respect her elders, plus her shyness and good manners, she just stood still and tolerated this unwarranted familiarity.

Her mother, noticing her daughter's awkwardness, explained, "Caaisho, this is our next door neighbour Danielle. She tells me she's a hugger."

Danielle gave her one more firm squeeze, enjoying the girl's large breasts resting against hers (God, did she want to cup them and suck on them), before releasing her and saying with a friendly smile, "It's nice to meet you, Caaisho."

"You too, Ma'am," Caaisho smiled politely, still a little stunned by the hug, and from the odd feeling it had given her... safety and comfort.

"Please don't call me ma'am," Danielle said with another friendly smile. "It makes me feel old. Just call me Danielle."

Caaisho never addressed any adult by their first name, but she agreed, "Of course."

"Great," Danielle said, turning back to the mother. "I'm sorry, I've already forgotten your name."

"Isniino," she reminded her, still feeling very awkward around this stranger.

"What a beautiful name," Danielle said. "Both of yours," she corrected. "A lot prettier than mine."

"It's a very nice name," Isniino complimented.

Danielle, wanting to work on building trust, the key factor needed to have them submit when the time came, kept asking questions. "Do your names have special significance?"

The Mom smiled, "Caaisho means long living."

That will be more like high living by the time I'm done with you, Danielle thought to herself, even though her response was a lot more polite. "How perfectly lovely. I hope you'll be able to fully live up to it."

"Thank you, ma'am," Caaisho said, reaching for her school bag.

"And yours?"

"Isniino simply means Monday. I was born on a Monday, so that's what they named me," the Muslim Mom explained.

"Well," Danielle smiled, "I think that's the loveliest sounding word for Monday I've ever encountered."

"Thank you," Isniino replied.

"I'll see you tonight, Mom," Caaisho said, as she put her shoes on.

"Where are you off to?" Danielle asked.

"It's my first day at Harvard," she answered.

"Oh, you mustn't be late for that," Danielle said with another smile. She had someone from Harvard, a senior, waiting at her house for one of her home-made breakfasts... it was rare when she didn't have a morning rendezvous for a submissive slut to dine on her pussy for breakfast while she read the morning newspaper. (Unlike many people, who scrolled Twitter or some other lame social media app, she preferred a good old-fashioned newspaper.)

"I hate being late for anything," the teen said.

"So do I," Danielle agreed, or at least she hated when her trophies were late for an appointment with her... and when they were, they were usually punished.

"It was nice to meet you, ma'am," Caaisho said courteously, going towards the front door.

"It's Danielle, please."

"Sorry, ma'am... I mean Danielle," the teenager apologised before leaving.

"What is she majoring in?"

"Pre-Med," the mother said, before adding, proud of her daughter and of her husband, "she's going to be a doctor, just like her father."

"I'm sure she'll be a good one. Well, it's been a pleasure to meet you." Danielle said, stressing the word pleasure. She knew her oblivious prey wouldn't catch on to why she was doing it.

"You as well," Isniino responded.

"Please stop by for coffee when you can."

"Don't you work?"

"Out of my home. I'm a retired psychology professor, and now I'm trying to make it as a writer," Danielle said, although she didn't mention she was writing erotica, and she sold it on amazon and other online platforms.

"Anything I might have read?"

"Unlikely. They're mainly how-to books," Danielle put her off. But not dishonestly, since her stories gave dozens of examples about how to seduce women, for the most part based on her own exploits.

"Okay," Isniino let it go, even though she was curious about what kind of self-help books.

"Enjoy the apple pie," Danielle said.

"I'm sure we will," Isniino smiled. "I'll serve it for dessert tonight."

"I have an amazing homemade pie," Danielle said bluntly, meaning of course her tantalizing pussy, and she knew the innocent woman wouldn't remotely catch her heavy innuendo.

"I imagine you do," the naïve woman replied.

"Have a good day," Danielle said, giving her unknowing prey another brief embrace.

Again Isniino was startled by the physical contact, but she was too polite to mention her discomfort.

Danielle kept it short this time, knowing the key to success was a slow seduction. Strike gently and briefly but often, and leave lingering confusion in your wake.

"Bye," Danielle said, waving her hand and leaving. As she returned to her house, she decided this pair of seductions would be easier than she'd originally thought. Slow... but effective.

Back at her house, she sat on a pretty redhead's face, riding on it for two orgasms before pounding the sorority girl's pussy to give her two orgasms.

.....

During the next six weeks, Danielle's seduction did indeed proceed at a snail's pace. Isniino, uncomfortable with the hugs and her own confusion, chose not to visit Danielle for coffee.

On top of that, the neighbouring trio flew back home for three weeks to deal with an ailing mother. (It would have been convenient to call them 'the Johnsons' or some appropriate surname, but Somali naming conventions didn't allow for that. In Somali culture, each person has three names. The first name is their given name, such as Caaisho. Their second name is their father's first name. And their third name is their paternal grandfather's first name. So for instance, Caaisho's second name was the same as her father's first name, which was Fahir. Her third name was her grandfather's first name, Hamdi. So she was Caaisho Fahir Hamdi. Another Somali anomaly (to Westerners) is that a woman doesn't change her name when she marries. So interestingly, none of the three family members still living at home shared a third name, but Caaisho's second and third names were the same ones as all of her brothers'.)

Caaisho lived with her parents to continue her schooling, and Danielle made a point of chatting with her whenever she could. Quick hellos, short exchanges and so forth. But Caaisho, who was incredibly shy and reserved, kept her responses short, and she avoided any eye contact for the most part. She just wanted to focus on her education.

Over the next couple weeks, Danielle stopped by with another pie, and she more or less forced Isniino into another conversation. It was somewhat awkward, but Danielle seemed to be building some trust.

Then a week later, for the first time Isniino stopped by Danielle's house with some homemade baking of her own.

Over coffee, Isniino mentioned she had a leaking sink in the bathroom, but her husband was out of town, and he refused to give her permission to hire a plumber.

Danielle asked, a little surprised, "He refused?"

"Um, well," Isniino stumbled, realizing she had inadvertently criticized her husband.

"Okay, different culture and all that, so there are probably nuances that as a Westerner, I won't automatically understand. But did he give you a reason?"

"He didn't need to, because it's obvious. The plumber would almost certainly be a man, and my husband wouldn't be home."

So what is his solution?"

"Just put some towels under the sink and wait for the weekend, when he will be home."

"You're the woman of the house; you should be allowed to hire a plumber without your husband making unwarranted assumptions about your fidelity," Danielle said, annoyed at the sexism that seemed to be a controlling factor in her home.

"That is not our way," she explained.

"Well then," Danielle said, knowing she wasn't going to change this woman's religion, or a centuries' old hierarchy, "I'm not a man, and I could fix it for you."

"Really?"

"Sure," she nodded, then added another blunt innuendo for the future, "I'm very good with my hands."

"That would be very nice of you. It's getting worse."

"Then let's go," Danielle said.

"Thank you."

"That's what friends are for," Danielle said, trying to build a friendship and trust that she could use to liberate this woman from her rigid and boring present and future.

Danielle easily fixed the sink, since it just needed some tightening at the base of a faucet.

"Done!" Danielle said after a couple minutes with a small pipe wrench.

"That's it?"

"Most home fixes are simple, if you know what you're doing," Danielle said, being very handy at a variety of trades... her dad had been in construction.

"That hasn't been my experience."

"My dad worked in the trades, and I grew up with him babysitting me at construction sites. I'm handy at tinkering with pretty much anything in the house."

"That's a great skill set to have."

"When you live on your own, it sure is," Danielle agreed. "It also saves money. A plumber would probably have charged you 150 bucks for that simple fix."

"I owe you," Isniino said.

"I'm sure I'll need a favour some day," Danielle replied. "Anything else that needs fixing?"

"Not at the moment," Isniino said, before joking for the first time, "unless you can fix the cold weather."

"Boston isn't much like Somalia, I imagine," Danielle laughed.

"It's like a different universe!"

"And I imagine our culture is another different universe."

"It's a lot more liberal, that's for sure."

"It's 2023," Danielle pointed out. "And you must be a little liberal yourself, if you're letting your daughter go to Harvard."

"We moved to this country to give her the best possible life; one she couldn't find at home."

"If you work hard and have ambition, there's no better country in the world."

"Caaisho has both of those traits."

"Yes, and I know she's going to accomplish some great things. Although..." Danielle artfully left her teaser hanging.

"Although?" The Mom was intrigued by both the word and the tone.

"Well, it's just that having taught for thirty years, twenty of them at Harvard, I've seen that the hardest working students are often so focused on learning, they forget to live their lives," Danielle said, that being the truth.

"She can live her life after she's become a doctor."

"In my experience, it's far more beneficial if young women start exploring the world while they're young. It adds perspective to their academic achievements, helps them to broaden their view of the world, and also to discover who they are."

"Caaisho knows who she is," the mother said, with a slight tone of annoyance.

"All teenagers think they do, but travelling, exploring, and meeting a variety of people can be real eye openers," Danielle said, "especially for girls who are excessively shy."

"Oh. She is very shy," Isniino admitted. So Danielle did have a point, although she wasn't sure what to do about it. Pursuing her dream of becoming a doctor was the only thing that really mattered... at least for now.

"If she wants to make some money, she could do some tutoring for high school students," Danielle suggested. "A side benefit would be that if she was the one in charge, she wouldn't feel so shy, especially given they'd all be younger than she is."

"She'd like that," Isniino said, her daughter being a very caring person. And it was true that she was more comfortable around people younger than she.

"I still have some connections at Harvard; I'll get you the form."

"Thank you."

Danielle seized the opportunity to give her neighbour another hug, before adding, "Anytime you need help with something, I'm right next door."

"Thanks again," the new arrival said, still finding the hugs odd, yet somehow comforting.

.....

A week later, it was late November by now, Isniino and her husband were going away for the weekend to visit the two of their sons who were attending college in New York. Caaisho was staying home to work on her studies... not unusually.

Then fate intervened.

Danielle was working on some erotica, when her phone rang.

"Hi, Danielle. It's Isniino."

"Hi! How's New York?"

"Great, but I need a favour," the concerned mother said bluntly.

"For you, anything."

"Caaisho says the furnace isn't working."

"Oh, yikes!" Danielle said, a cold front having hit the city the day before, and the temperature had dropped drastically. "I'll head right over."

"Thank you so much," the grateful mother replied.

"No problem," Danielle said, a plan already forming in her head. "I'll call you once I take a look at it."

"The house code is 1412."

"Isn't Caaisho home?"

"She went out for supper... in a warm restaurant."

"Smart girl. Okay, I'll head over there right now," Danielle said, happy to have their house code. She was certain that would come in incredibly handy at some point.

"I owe you," the relieved mother said.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Thanks again."

"Don't thank me until I've fixed it."

"Call me when you can."

"I will."

Danielle hung up and went next door. And since she'd have some undisturbed time, she decided to snoop. She was curious about whether these prim and proper neighbours had any sex toys. An extensive search found nothing. They must be as well behaved as they appeared to be. There certainly aren't any plumbers hiding in their closet, she thought to herself, with a quiet chuckle.

Delicious!

Danielle went into the furnace room, and after a few minutes, she discovered it was an issue with the pilot light. Although she could bypass the issue temporarily, she'd need to pick up a new mechanism. If she rushed out she could do so, but she'd already thought up a plan to facilitate Caaisho's turning, so she didn't fix anything. Instead, she waited for Caaisho to come home, while she called Isniino.

"I've got good news and bad news," Danielle opened with.

"What's the bad news?"

"You need a new pilot switch."

"Is that expensive?"

"No, it's very cheap," Danielle answered. "But I can't get one until tomorrow."

"Oh."

"The good news is the heat in my house is working just fine, and I have a spare bedroom."

"Oh," The mother said, realizing that was a possible solution, but an unorthodox one.

"Are you okay with that?"

"My husband wouldn't approve."

"I guarantee there won't be any men in my house. Not even any boys," Danielle promised playfully.

Realizing she wasn't showing much appreciation for this more than generous offer, and that she didn't really have another option, the mother said, "I'm sorry. I really do appreciate your taking Caaisho in, especially with such little notice."

"It's no trouble at all."

"I'll text her."

Just then, as fate would have it, the front door opened.

"She just got home," Danielle said.

"Thanks again!"

"Anything for a neighbour."

"I really owe you."

"No worries," Danielle said, as she hung up and headed upstairs from the basement. "Hi, Caaisho."

The shivering teen jumped. "H-h-hi, Ma'am."

"It's Danielle," she corrected.

"Sorry."

"And stop apologizing," Danielle teased.

"Sorry," she repeated, unable not to apologize.

"It must be in your DNA."

"It's how I was brought up."

"No worries, I'm just teasing you. But toss a few things in a travel bag; you're staying at my house tonight."

"Pardon?"

"I can't fix your furnace until tomorrow. I've just finished talking to your mother, and you can stay with me tonight."

"I can stay here."

"You'll freeze."

Just then Caaisho's phone buzzed. She read it. It was a message from her mother, telling her to stay at Danielle's tonight.

"Was that your mother?"

"Yes."

"Go and pack. It's freezing in here, and unusually for November, it's going to drop below literal freezing tonight."

"Okay," Caaisho said, although she felt completely uncomfortable about this turn of events. She couldn't explain what it was, but there was just something odd about this neighbour. Although she always seemed so nice, there was something about the woman she didn't trust.

Danielle waited a few minutes before Caaisho came downstairs. She escorted the girl to her house and showed her to the guest bedroom. "You're shivering! I'll turn up the heat until you're warmed up."

"Thank you," Caaisho said, feeling frozen to the bone.

"I also have an electric blanket you can use."

"Thank you."

Ten minutes later, Caaisho was still in her abaya, sitting cross-legged in the middle of a bed with a warm electric blanket draped over her shoulders and wrapped tightly around her body, her laptop in front of her, researching for the essay she was going to write tonight. Sure, she could have donned the fleece pajamas she'd brought along, but she felt safer inside this Christian house (that is if Danielle was even religious), in her traditional Muslim attire.

Danielle came into the room and said, "I think you work too hard."

"Not according to my father," Caaisho said. She'd never admit this to Danielle, but she felt her father was hypercritical of her, and she always worked hard at everything she did, attempting to impress him. Sometimes she succeeded, but not often.

"He's attempting to apply Somali values to an American society," Danielle said. "He'll need to change, or he'll be a very unhappy man."

"That won't happen."

"If you're saying he'll refuse to change, you're quite possibly correct. So you need to become your own woman."

"That isn't how our culture works."

"In America, women are equal."

"That's just a façade," Caaisho said, annoyed by the claims she kept hearing about America being freer. Sure, there was some truth to those claims, but the gender-based politics here weren't basically all that different from back home; they were only less blatant.

"How so?"

"It's still a male-dominated world."

"True, true," Danielle agreed, walking over to the bed. "But that's changing."

"Only in appearance."

"Eighteen, and already a pessimist," Danielle laughed, as she sat down on the bed. "You're becoming more American already."

"I'm inundated with all the meaningless slogans in this country," Caaisho replied, feeling a little uncomfortable with another woman sitting on the same bed as she was. "'Land of the Free,' people keep on saying. Free how? Sure, people like me are free to speak our own minds, but we just get shouted down, if people don't approve of what we look like. An average woman's income in this country is only 83% of the average man's, and black women like me bring in only 62% of an average man's."

"I can't argue against facts. God bless America," Danielle said ironically. "Except to say that on average in 1960, all women were paid 60% as much as men, and it must have been significantly lower than that for black women. So at least things are getting better."

"I don't mean to be overly critical, mind you. The opportunities for women in this country are way better than back home."

"I understand. Being a woman anywhere in the world means you're playing from a weaker hand."

"Exactly."

"So what do you do to relieve your stress?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"School is stressful. Life is stressful. Being a daughter whose father has such high expectations is stressful. Sometimes you must feel like you're about to burst at any minute."

"There are days like that, yes," Caaisho smiled for the first time. Danielle seemed to understand the pressures she was facing in a way her parents didn't. For them, her life was already planned in full. Graduate from college with distinction on a full ride scholarship, seven years of medical school, get a job in a hospital (because whoever heard of a black woman having her own medical practice), marry a man of her father's choosing, and have at least three kids.

"So what do you do about it?"

"Nothing really," she admitted, since she always felt stressed. She just assumed that was the way life was. Always worried. Always working too hard. Just like the life she saw her parents living.

"May I ask you a personal question?"

Caaisho wasn't sure she wanted to answer a personal question from an outsider, but she was too polite to refuse, and especially tonight, since Danielle was doing so much for her. "Sure."

"Do you masturbate?"

"Oh my, no," she gasped. She hadn't expected the question to be that personal!

"Your religion doesn't consider it sinful, does it?"

"Yes it does, actually. Categorically. Without question."

"That's a shame," Danielle said. "There's no better stress relief than a good orgasm."

"Ma'am, I'm not comfortable with this topic of conversation," Caaisho found the nerve to say. Even mentioning sex wasn't something they did in their culture.

"I'm sorry," Danielle said, placing her hand on Caaisho's leg over the blanket, and giving it a gentle squeeze, "it's just that after thirty years of teaching psychology, I've gained an understanding of how people... especially freshman girls... think."

"I appreciate your expertise, but this isn't a conversation I'm comfortable with having."

"I understand," Danielle said, standing up. "You have to discover who you are on your own. But just throwing this out there... if I don't get myself off every day or two, I become a raging bitch."

Caaisho had nothing to say, she just secretly prayed this woman would leave the room. This conversation was incredibly awkward.

"Well, if you need anything, just let me know."

"Thank you. I'll be fine."

"Okay," Danielle said, deliberately leaving the girl a little rattled, as she anticipated her more aggressive next step a little bit later.

Caaisho shook her head in consternation. She'd been surprised... no, astonished... by that conversation. It proved her early assessment that American women were obsessed with sex was true. Sure, she was always stressed, but that was life. Sex was for marriage, for procreation. Not to relieve stress.

Danielle went downstairs to the living room, and by the light of a streetlight outside her picture window, she watched the falling snow, while she sipped on a glass of red wine. Snow was so beautiful when you were safe and warm inside, and sometimes even when you weren't. Then after about half an hour, she went upstairs to her room and got into her pajamas, but only after removing her panties and putting on a strap-on. A smallish six-inch one. Her ten- and twelve-inch black beasts would have to wait for another occasion. She turned on the large flat-screen computer monitor in her bedroom (the spare bedroom right beside hers), and loaded one of her favourite lesbian porn scenes. She fast-forwarded to the action, and turned the volume high enough that Caaisho would hear. Years of... not psychology per se, but in this instance keen observation... had taught her that women overhearing the moans of other women having sex couldn't help getting horny themselves, whether they wanted to or not. They also became more receptive to being seduced, even though they didn't realize it... or understand why. The sounds of sex created not only stimulation in their bodies, but also... subversively... in their minds.

Caaisho was just finishing up her essay, when she began hearing some sounds. Sexual sounds! Her eyes went wide. Had Danielle invited someone else into the house? She couldn't make out every word, but she could hear feminine moans of pleasure. At least there wasn't a man in the house, but still. She suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

Danielle wasn't actually watching the scene, she was simply waiting a few minutes before she went into the next room and checked on her prey.

Caaisho was beside herself! She heard a woman begging, "Yes, yes eat my pussy!" So vulgar! She'd known there was something off about Danielle, and now she was proven right. She got off the bed and checked if there was a lock on her bedroom door, but there wasn't. She sighed. She no longer felt safe.

"Yes, you love eating my cunt, don't you Mommy?" a voice cried out.

"Yes, Mommy loves your wet cunt," a different female voice responded, neither of them Danielle's.

Caaisho was appalled!

Lesbians?

Incest?

Disgusting!

She wanted to leave, but where would she go? She had her own car, but with all her attention on studying, she hadn't made any good friends. Moving to a new city just before starting college didn't help, and neither did her extreme shyness. Added to the fact that she was a Muslim with extremely dark skin in a primarily white community (okay, only a bit less than 40% of her fellow Harvard students were white, but less than 7% of them were black... she'd checked), and that she wanted to focus on her grades instead of partying, she wasn't remotely a member of the popular crowd. The last time she'd had actual friends had been back in Somalia, more than three years ago.

She had nowhere to go.

Maybe with enough blankets, she could spend the night at home.

She wanted to text her mother, but realized she'd left her phone at home.

"Finger fuck me, Mommy, I'm so close to coming!" a voice demanded, with a loud moan.

"Yes, come all over Mommy's face, baby!" the other voice urged.

Caaisho didn't intend to keep listening, but it was like when you drove past an accident on the freeway... you didn't want to slow down and look, but just like everyone else, you did anyway. She just couldn't believe what she was listening to.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck yes, Mommy!" the girl screamed as her orgasm hit her.

Caaisho got back onto the bed and tried to focus on finishing her essay, while blocking out the tawdry sounds emerging from the room next door.

Yet, she couldn't accomplish either goal. It was just so loud!

A couple minutes later, she'd typed just seven words, and she heard the older voice beg, "Fuck Mommy, baby, fuck Mommy with your big cock."

Caaisho was confused.

How could the daughter possibly have a penis? That didn't even make sense. Not to mention a daughter having sex with her mother. This was so, so wrong!

Danielle knocked, but she didn't wait for a response as she walked in and asked innocently, "I'm getting ready for bed. Can I get you anything?"

Caaisho said, "No, I'm fine."

Danielle feigned surprise as she said, "Oh my, my movie is really loud."

Caaisho could feel her cheeks burn with embarrassment, even though she had done nothing to be embarrassed about. Deciding to be blunt, she said, "Yes, it's rather distracting."

"Sorry. Please don't judge me, but I watch lesbian porn most nights to get off," Danielle said, as she went towards the bed.

"You're a lesbian?" Caaisho asked, even though it made perfect sense.

"I am," Danielle said, sitting on the bed.

Caaisho was paralyzed with fear. She sensed something was completely wrong here. "Ma'am, please. I need to work on my essay."

Danielle reached for the laptop and closed it. "No, you need to take a break."

Caaisho was annoyed. She never allowed anyone to touch her computer, or to keep her from her schoolwork. "What are you doing?"

"Oh yes, slam that big cock into Mommy," a distant voice begged.

I'm helping you to relax," Danielle said, placing the computer on the nightstand.

"Ma'am, please just leave me alone," Caaisho requested.

Instead, Danielle did what she'd wanted to do ever since she'd first seen this girl step out of the SUV. She cupped both of the teen's huge tits over her abaya. "These tatas are so nice and big!"

"W-w-what are you doing?" Caaisho gasped, trying to push the woman's hands away.

"I'm feeling you up," Danielle answered matter of factly, easily able to overcome the weak resistance from the slender teen.

"Stop," the teen demanded.

"Just relax. I'm going to help relieve your stress," Danielle said, firmly cupping the large and impressively firm breasts.

"Get off of me," Caaisho demanded, trying to wiggle her way out of the firm grasp of the stronger, larger woman.

"Oh yes! Mommy's going to come soon," a voice wafted into the room.

"We both know you need this," Danielle said, knowing her statement was likely only halfway true... for now.

"I'm not a lesbian," Caaisho pointed out desperately, just as Danielle kissed her.

Caaisho didn't kiss back, mortified that the first person ever to touch her, the first person ever to kiss her, was a woman. A white woman! Now she'd be branded with contempt for her entire life! Caaisho shook her head violently, disrupting the brief kiss, "I'm going to call the cops!"

"That's certainly an option," Danielle smiled, pulling the blanket away and reaching a hand under the abaya and directly to the teen's pussy, "once you've completed your first stress relief training lesson."

"Please no," Caaisho begged. She was being molested!

"Why are you wearing pantyhose?" Danielle asked, rubbing the teen's pussy through her pantyhose and panties.

"Please stop," Caaisho pleaded, the hand on her vagina making her feel all weird.

"I think you wore them for me," Danielle said, stimulating the teen's pussy, knowing it would manipulate her body and brain, and over time weaken her resistance.

"I did not," Caaisho refuted firmly, although it was followed by an inexplicable moan escaping from her lips.

"I think you knew I liked pantyhose, so you wore them just to tempt me," Danielle said, as she rubbed the teen's pussy to keep her confused by the feelings of pleasure she'd endure, whether she liked it or not.

"No," Caaisho moaned, unable to control what was escaping her lips, or what was happening to her body.

"Or maybe you just wanted to please me," Danielle suggested.

"Danielle, please stop!" Caaisho begged, stopping her useless physical fighting, and shifting to pleading.

"Certainly not! You need this, Caaisho," Danielle insisted, tapping the teen's clit through her underwear three times before returning to her big tits, as she straddled the teen, making it virtually impossible for her to resist, at least physically.

Danielle sucked on the breast through the abaya, just wanting to keep providing her with waves of pleasure, which would gradually break down her resistance, as they overwhelmed the bewildered teen.

"No, Danielle! Get off of me," Caaisho demanded, as she felt two hands and a mouth on her breasts. Each assault on her private parts delivered new and different confusing feelings. And pleasure she shouldn't be feeling while she involuntarily sinned.

Danielle squeezed the teen's tits together and said, "You mustn't tease me with these big tits and sexy nylon-clad legs, and then not expect me to play with them."

"I haven't been teasing you; I've never teased you," Caaisho insisted, as the aggressive woman shoved her face into her abaya and began sucking on her breasts. Thankfully, she was still protected by the abaya, if only somewhat.

"You've wanted me to suck on these tits ever since you slammed them against me when you first hugged me," Danielle said, biting through the religious fabric to nibble on the large tits.

"You've got it backwards: you hugged me," Caaisho corrected her, unable to move very much at all, and unable to comprehend that this was really happening. She was being molested by a woman who was older than her own mother!

"I'm going to show you how to completely let go of yourself," Danielle promised, as she reached down, and aggressively yanked the abaya up and off of the stunned teen.

"Danielle, no!" Caaisho gasped, as she was suddenly wearing no more than her bra, panties and pantyhose. And even with them still on, she now felt completely naked and exposed.

"I've wanted to suck on these since I first saw you," Danielle said, burying her face between the two voluptuous tits, held up firmly by the sturdy bra.

"STOP IT!" Caaisho screamed as loud as she could, since her softer pleas were being totally ignored.

This major explosion was ignored too, and Danielle's larger frame was now perched on top of her, and she was helpless to defend herself against these attacks. Danielle licked between the valley of flesh, exploring every inch of the beautiful, scenic site.

"Why are you doing this?" Caaisho asked, beginning to cry, feeling so utterly helpless.

"Truth? In part because I want to. But more importantly, I'm doing it for your sake," Danielle answered, as she slithered her tongue across her left breast, splattering licks and kisses on the flesh of its uncovered portion.

"Please stop," she begged through her sobs.

"But you don't really want me to," Danielle pointed out, as she continued licking and splattering kisses all over the top half of the coed's chest, while reaching behind the teen and unclasping her bra.

"No! Only my husband can ever see me naked," Caaisho panicked, thinking she should have begun with this argument.

Danielle ignored the protest as she tossed the bra aside and took the large left nipple, hard as a diamond, into her mouth.

"Oh no," Caaisho sobbed, since now she couldn't deny this new body-warming and pleasurable feeling. Feeling pleasure from this sinful activity freaked her out, and so she desperately tried to break free, doubling her efforts... knowing she had to regain control and break the erotic spell this bitch was casting over her body. She wiggled, she pushed, but to no avail as she demanded, tears rolling down her cheeks in mortified humiliation and desperation, "Get off of me! I'm serious!"

Danielle ignored the protests, which by now were becoming half-hearted. The teen's body was already beginning to control her actions, even though she didn't realize it yet. Instead, Danielle sucked the nipple into her mouth, and bit down on it firmly. God, she could worship these bountiful tits all day!

A moment later, as she moved across to the other hard, inviting nipple, Danielle said, gazing into the teen's sobbing, shocked eyes, "I'm serious too, my pet. You need this, whether you believe it right now or not."

"No, I don't," the girl snapped, desperately but randomly kicking her feet, as if she were a small child staging a tantrum.

"If you keep fighting me like this, I'll have to tie you up," Danielle warned. She repositioned herself so one knee was resting directly against the teen's pussy.

"Oooh!" Caaisho heard herself letting out a moan of pleasure, and then she felt mortified that such a sinful sound had escaped her.

"Don't worry Caaisho, moaning is perfectly natural. Your body is already giving in to the inevitable. Now just let your mind follow its lead," Danielle advised. She moved to the other breast and swirled her tongue around the erect nipple.

"I hate this," Caaisho cried.

"Your hard nipples are telling me a different story," Danielle countered.

"That's because you're sucking on them."

"If you really hated this, your body wouldn't be responding so positively, and they wouldn't be hard," Danielle pointed out, before sucking the nipple between her lips.

"Please, stop," Caaisho continued pleading helplessly, although she indeed was confused by the strange feelings of pleasure growing inside her.

Danielle teased the nipple for a while, before leaning back and saying, "Caaisho, you have such a perfect pair of tits! I'll bet every girl in your classes is jealous of them. I have to tell you my cunt has been wet for them ever since I first saw you. And naked, they're even more beautiful than I could have imagined."

"They are not for you to see," she snapped, covering her breasts the moment her hands were free.

"Tonight, they're not just mine to see, they're just plain mine," Danielle insisted, grabbing both wrists and pulling Caaisho's hands over her head, using her mouth to explore those tits some more. "So big, so perfect," Danielle purred, loving the rush of watching this girl struggling against feeling the slowly growing pleasure inside her she thought she shouldn't have.

Caaisho was terrified! She was being raped! Worse yet, if worse was even possible, she felt her vagina tingling. She had never masturbated. She'd never even touched herself. So this weird sensation in her loins was completely foreign to her, and it was confusing. It was fogging her brain, and she couldn't think straight.

She also felt completely helpless. She continued protesting, she continued trying to break free, but she wasn't strong enough to succeed, and her words seemed to be falling on deaf ears.

"Fuck, such perfect tits," Danielle repeated, now holding both wrists with a single hand, and mauling the tits with her free hand and her mouth.

"Please, stop," Caaisho begged, tears streaming down her face, even though now she felt so weak, she couldn't even put up a fight anymore. The fact that what was happening felt oddly good, was confusing her immensely.

"Your words tell me to stop, but your body is telling me to keep going," Danielle pointed out, as she pinched and tugged on the right nipple.

"No," Caaisho said, although now her objections were coming out partially as moans.

Danielle kept up her attack, knowing the teen's body had already begun giving in.

Caaisho couldn't make any sense of the mixed emotions consuming her. The mouth on her nipples, the hand on her breasts, and the knee resting against her vagina were delivering feelings she couldn't understand... how could being sinfully molested feel good? It was incomprehensible! Yet, she knew this was wrong, and she couldn't stop it. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you need me to," Danielle said, kissing, licking and sucking the big tit... worshipping it like Caaisho worshipped her Lord... with all her heart. "I'm doing this for you."

"But you're my Mom's friend," Caaisho pointed out, grasping at straws, to come up with some sort of reasoning that would halt this assault on her body.

At first Danielle's response was only sucking harder, biting harder, and moving her knee slowly in a circular rotation. Then she said, "And friends help their friends."

Danielle then backed up, pulled Caaisho aggressively, so she was lying on her back instead of resting her back against the headboard, and returned her knee to her pussy, leaned forward and began kissing her neck, saying, "You need a friend so badly, my pet."

"I have friends," Caaisho lied, speaking through dazed moaning.

"But until now, no friends with benefits," Danielle said, as she kissed her neck, played with her tits, and rubbed her pussy with her knee.

This triple attention, this triple pleasure, was overwhelming Caaisho. She couldn't think straight. Yet she struggled to fight her way past the mentally numbing effects of the powerful pleasure, and she managed to demand, "Get off of me. I'm not a lesbian."

"I never said you were," Danielle whispered, and she blew hot breath onto the overwhelmed teen's ear and neck.

Caaisho couldn't understand how everything this aggressive woman was doing to her could create feelings she'd never felt before. The hot breath on her neck and ear, and the wet sloppy kisses had set her body on fire. "I'm saving myself for my husband."

"Who will no doubt have slept around freely before marrying you, but nevertheless will demand that you're a virgin. But don't worry," Danielle said, nibbling on her ear, "you'll still kind of be one after tonight."

"Oh, please stop," Caaisho continued pleading.

"Your body needs this so badly," Danielle whispered. "Eighteen years of pent-up stress and anxiety isn't good for anybody."

"No," was all Caaisho could say, as her body betrayed her.

"Everyone needs to be a bad girl sometimes," Danielle said, kissing her cheek.

"No, I'm a good girl," Caaisho insisted, even though her body was starting to feel very bad in a very good way. Her vagina was tingling, her nipples were aching, her neck and ears were triggering sensations through her entire body, and her mind was a muddled mess.

Caaisho was now staring at her molester. And although she knew it was sinful, she didn't move her head aside to avoid the next kiss when the woman's lips pressed against hers. Instead, during a brief moment of weakness, she kissed her back... for just a moment... before she did turn her head aside .

Danielle smiled, "You're a beautiful woman, Caaisho."

While Danielle was speaking, she relaxed slightly, and Caaisho sensed this might be a brief opportunity for her to escape the woman's clutches. So she bucked up her body to jar Danielle off, but instead she only succeeded in rubbing her vagina against her attacker's knee, and she let out a loud moan.

"Oh, you want to be knee fucked?" Danielle grinned gleefully, and she grasped both of her prey's hands, held them to the sides of her body, and began furiously rubbing her knee up and down against her crotch.

"Nooooooo," Caaisho gasped, and she moaned as pleasure quickly built inside her, and the bed squeaked, and her voluminous breasts bounced all over the place!

"Yes, you've got a perfect body," Danielle said, as she watched in powerful amusement and excitement at the teen's natural tits bouncing around.

"I hate this," Caaisho yelled, which was true in every possible way. Not only was she being molested, but her body was now welcoming the molestation. Her strong-willed consciousness was still telling her this treatment was intolerable, but the rest of her... such as her emotions... was telling her this experience was the best thing ever, and it wanted more... more... MORE!

And even worse, it was apparent that Danielle was reading her like a book when she said, "Your wet cunt is telling me a different story." She must have been able to feel the teen's wetness through her panties and pantyhose.

"That's your fault," Caaisho accused defensively.

"It's true that I'm stimulating you," Danielle admitted. "But I can't make your body respond like it is. Only you can do that."

"Whatever! Just stop, stop, stop!" Caaisho demanded urgently, although she let out another involuntary moan, desperate to call a halt to this... this whatever it was... even as she felt her entire body heating up.

"Okay, if that's what you wish," Danielle agreed, and she did stop moving... completely.

Caaisho was left panting slightly, with beads of sweat between her tits. "Thank you," she said, surprised that her protests had finally been heeded.

"You're welcome," Danielle said, as she moved back, used her strong frame to flip the teen onto her belly and ordered, "On your knees."

"What? No," Caaisho protested, as she was repositioned like a rag doll.

Danielle pulled her into position and caressed the teen's pantyhose-clad ass. "Unlike your mother, you have a tight American ass."

"What? I do not," Caaisho protested, not wanting to be compared to an American slut in any way whatsoever.

"Oh yes, it's so tight," Danielle said, caressing and squeezing the narrow buttocks.

Caaisho began to move, thinking this might be her chance to get off the bed, but Danielle easily caught her and held onto her hips as she threatened, "Do you want me to get the handcuffs?"

"No," Caaisho responded, frightened by Danielle's tone and her threat.

"Then be a good pet," Danielle ordered. "God... or Allah, if you prefer... created both a woman's body, and this pleasure you're feeling. It's not sinful at all."

"That's only true with the man you're married to."

"It's 2023, the world is changing, and religion needs to change too," Danielle argued, as she pulled the pantyhose and panties slowly, but forcefully down, to get access to the wet cunt.

"What are you doing?" Caaisho asked, looking back at her predator.

"I'm about to enjoy a bedtime snack," Danielle explained, as she leaned down and licked the coed's glistening wetness from behind.

"Noooooo," Caaisho moaned loudly, as the tongue touched down in her forbidden region.

"Such a delicious little cunt," Danielle purred, as her tongue strolled upwards through the wet, hairy pussy, her strong cunt scent captured perfectly in her abundant pubic hair.

"Don't you dare lick my vagina," Caaisho cried out, tears beginning to form again, from the humiliation of a woman being the first person to see her vagina, and to touch it. The humiliation was enhanced by it feeling really good. She wanted to try to get off the bed again, yet in addition to the fear of perhaps being handcuffed, her body seemed to be paralyzed in shock.

"Unless you're discussing anatomy in a classroom, it's called a pussy or a cunt," Danielle corrected.

Caaisho could never utter such filthy words, so instead she just begged, "Please stop. I'll do anything."

"Oh, I know you will," Danielle said, pausing only briefly from licking the sweet-tasting peach.

"You'll stop then?"

"Unnecessary. You don't really want me to stop," Danielle pointed out, using her experienced tongue to really work over the pussy, and thus erode the teen's resistance as well.

"Yes, I doooooo," Caaisho moaned, the pleasure inside her building and building.

"You need to come, Caaisho, you need to come like a little slut," Danielle continued.

"Please don't call me that," Caaisho said, the pleasure continuing to rise.

"Tonight you are my slut," Danielle insisted. "My pretty, big-breasted, cunt-leaking, pussy-pleasing, cock-taking, pet slut."

"What? No," Caaisho moaned, that list frightening her even more.

"Yes. I'm going to teach you everything about your body tonight, my Muslim slut," Danielle said, as she slid a finger inside her.

"Oh my, no," Caaisho screamed, as she felt a finger sliding inside her virgin vagina.

"It feels so good, doesn't it?"

"No, no, no," Caaisho moaned, her body trembling as she reached back and tried to push Danielle's head away, but the woman was too strong.

"What I'm doing right now will end as soon as you come, my little slut," Danielle promised. Although of course the operative phrase was 'right now', which didn't include all that would come afterwards.

Caaisho tried to squeeze her legs together to eject the finger from inside her, but her will was weakening, so her efforts were totally ineffective. So before she found herself surrendering completely, she had to come up with a way of ending things right away. Nothing came to mind, so she said defeatedly, "Then end it."

"Just tell me you want me to finger fuck your cunt," Danielle ordered, loving to hear a sweet girl talking like a nasty slut, while she tasted the sweet taste of her pre-cum... an orgasm was coming, and it was now only a matter of time.

"Just finger me and get it over with," Caaisho said, trying to hide her need for the invasive finger to go faster. The pleasure was just too good!

"That's a start, but say it again. Use dirty words this time," Danielle demanded.

"Please don't make me say sinful things," Caaisho begged, feeling more desperate with every moment for... having never had an orgasm, she had no idea what she was desperate for, but her body was telling her that something needed to happen, and soon! "Just get me wherever!"

Do you want to come, my slut?"

Caaisho didn't even know what the word 'come' meant in this context, but Danielle seemed to know what she was doing, and her body was telling her it was increasingly desperate for something to happen. So yes, whatever! "Yes... no... yes, just do it," Caaisho responded, so desperate for whatever release lay ahead, that she reached back and grabbed Danielle's hair, and this time she pulled her deeper into her, instead of away.

"It's time for you to say you want me to finger fuck your cunt until you come like a slut," Danielle ordered, stopping with her finger inside the teen and tapping, just once, on her g-spot.

"Noooooooooo, please just do it!" Caaisho moaned loudly, her entire body shaking, while sensations she didn't understand were taking her over.

"Say it," Danielle ordered, always able to control exactly when a pet would come. She tapped the g-spot twice more.

"Finger fuck my cunt until I cum like a fucking dumb American bimbo slut," Caaisho snapped, out of her frustration and anger and desperation... mortified to be uttering such sinful words, and doubly mortified by her urgent desire to reach some sort of release... her body metaphorically on fire.

"As you wish," Danielle smiled, and she added a second finger, and furiously finger fucked the girl, amused by her suddenly nasty tongue and her desperation.

"Oh yes, yes, I hate you, I fucking hate you," Caaisho bellowed, struggling to keep her anger alive, while pleasure consumed her. She may have fallen so far as to let this bitch molest her, but no way was she going to allow her to catch her enjoying it!

"Come, my Muslim slut, come all over my fingers," Danielle urged.

"Oh fuck, yes, finger fuck my cunt, you fucking rapist white bitch," Caaisho babbled... a mixture of sinful rapture and defiance battling inside her, and in the words escaping her mouth.

"More."

Caaisho was completely lost in lust as she babbled, "Oh yes, I'm going to... to something! Aaaaaaaah, finger fuck me, eat my cunt, oooooooo!" Then after she uttered the words, her eyes went wide, since her mind was now surrendering to the pleasure, just like her body had done earlier.

Danielle, loving this teen's complete transformation right before her eyes, finger fucked her faster, as Caaisho's legs gyrated and ground against her face.

Caaisho just had to reach whatever she was reaching for. Her entire body needed whatever it was. She tried to fuck herself on Danielle's fingers, and on Danielle's face. She was no longer worried about consequences, just about the pleasure consuming her very existence... as she felt her body bouncing back against those fingers.

Danielle could feel the cum oozing around her face, and she knew the girl's orgasm was imminent.

Caaisho's body seemed to be in shock as her hands clenched the bedsheets, and her eyes literally rolled back in her head, as incoherent sounds escaped her mouth "Aaaaaaaaah, oooooooh, ah fuck! Yes, Mommy!"

Mommy? Where did that come from? Danielle was intrigued, as she kept furiously finger fucking and licking the now lust-filled, desperate teen... the Muslim girl likely not even realizing she'd uttered the word.

Knowing she was about to erupt, Danielle furiously tapped on the teen's g-spot, and the coed screamed, "Ohhhhhhhh 1essssssss! Fuuuuuck! This must be what coming is, my white Mommy!"

Caaisho collapsed onto the bed, the orgasm crashing wave after wave of pleasure through her very being.

Danielle lapped up the sweet cunt cum as it flowed out of her, like through a broken hose.

"Mmmmmm, good slut," Danielle purred, as she gave the teen a life-altering orgasm.

"This was so wrong," Caaisho said weakly, trying to make herself feel better for the sinful act she'd just allowed to happen, as she looked behind herself to see Danielle still licking up her cum.

"Yet it was so good," Danielle pointed out. "Didn't it feel good?"

"Yes, but that doesn't make it right," Caaisho said, her body still trembling.

"Says who? A man? A bunch of men? And a collection of systems... religions and societies that have belittled the value and rights of women for centuries? It's time to rewrite the story," Danielle said, a strong feminist who'd fought for women's rights throughout her life... even spearheading the first LGTB school club while she was still attending high school.

Caaisho saw her own cum dripping down the woman's chin, and her lips and face glistening with it, which brought her shame flooding back. She remained silent. She just tried to recover. The molestation had finally ended.

Danielle added, as she wiped the cum onto her fingers and sucked it into her mouth, "This is my favourite bedtime snack."

"Gross," Caaisho yucked, her brain cells gradually coming back on line, after being shut down for a while.

"You know I'm right," Danielle said, pursuing the discussion, as she rolled the teen over and pulled her pantyhose and panties off of her.

"What are you doing now?" Caaisho asked wearily, her entire body spent.

"Getting you ready for round two," Danielle answered.

"Please, no more," Caaisho said, unable to fathom how her body could even take any more.

"Oh, but you'll love the next part," Danielle promised. Then she ordered, "get on your hands and knees and face me."

"Please, you've already stained me forever," Caaisho begged, feeling so violated, especially now that her orgasm was beginning to fade.

"Oh no, we're not done yet. We've got to fuck the stress right out of you, my pet," Danielle insisted. "Now get on all fours."

"Can't I just go home?"

"This is your new home," Danielle said. "You're my fuck toy now. Now that you've experienced your first orgasm, we both know you want to feel that pleasure again."

"Danielle, no," Caaisho said weakly. Did she want to feel that pleasure again? Yes. Did it make her feel guilty and ashamed? Also yes.

"Now!" Danielle demanded sternly.

"This is still very wrong," Caaisho protested, even though this time she obeyed, feeling she had no choice.

"Good girl," Danielle replied, as Caaisho was now on all fours, and Danielle was facing her, upright on her knees.

"Now pull down my pajama bottoms."

"I don't want to."

"I'm not asking your opinion, a pet does what she's told," Danielle clarified.

"I'm not a pet."

"You're whatever I say you are," Danielle corrected. "You're my pet, my slut, my fuck toy, my sex slave, my cunt muncher, and more."

"Please, no cunt munching," Caaisho pleaded, not even noticing she'd said 'cunt'.

"Not for now, no," Danielle allowed, the next item on her agenda being fucking her with the strap-on. "Now undress me."

Caaisho's hands trembled as she reached for the woman's hips.

"Pull them down."

Caaisho obeyed, and she was shocked when instead of a vagina, she was staring at a plastic penis. "W-w-what on earth is that?"

"I'm sure you know what a cock looks like."

"Not really, and certainly not on a girl," Caaisho said, having never seen one, and having had no clue that fake penises even existed.

"It's for you," Danielle said.

"No, I can't let that go inside me," Caaisho protested. Sure she'd been fingered just now, but she was still a virgin.

"It's not a real cock," Danielle said, "it's just one to make do with until you're married."

"I can't," Caaisho said, thinking it looked so big.

"Consider it practice for when you get a husband," Danielle said, as she slid the cock into the teen's open mouth.

Caaisho gagged and backed away. "I said no," she insisted

"I can either fuck your cunt or your ass," Danielle said, although she planned on fucking them both eventually. "Your choice."

"Danielle, please," Caaisho begged, looking up at the dominant woman's face. "You've already stained me forever."

"Then I might as well really tarnish you," Danielle said. She slid the cock back into the girl's mouth, held her head, and slowly face fucked her, making her gag, but continuing anyway. She pulled out after half a minute, saliva drooling from Caaisho's mouth and back down to the cock. "Now suck it nicely, or I'll keep face fucking your pretty mouth."

Defeated, Caaisho repeated, before taking the cock back into her mouth, "I really fucking hate you!"

Far from taking offence, Danielle just smiled. Caaisho had used the 'f' word of her own accord. She encouraged, "That's it, worship that cock, like you worship Allah."

Caaisho despised the religious reference, but she just needed to get this horrendous experience over with.

Danielle added, "I think in addition to praying a few times a day, you'll now be worshipping my cock and cunt a few times a day."

Caaisho wanted to be saved from this horrid woman, wanted to pray for forgiveness and help, yet she was completely helpless. Oddly, she couldn't explain why, but as she slowly sucked on this plastic cock, her pussy was getting wet again. What was going on?

"That's it, you're a natural little cock sucker," Danielle smiled, enjoying the sight of the pretty teen slowly bobbing back and forth.

Caaisho was humiliated, yet she had no power.

"Ready to get fucked?" Danielle asked, even though she wasn't really giving her a choice. She pulled the slobbery cock out of the teen's mouth.

"Please, no," Caaisho begged, for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"But you enjoyed the titty sucking, pussy licking and cunt fingering. Did you not?"

"You made me do all those," Caaisho replied, not admitting she'd really enjoyed the orgasm.

"And I'm making you do this too," Danielle ordered, as she grabbed the teen's body and spun her around.

Caaisho couldn't believe how helpless she was, but she couldn't deny the truth... part of her wanted to be fucked. That first orgasm ever in her life had been intense, and the likelihood of another one was enticing... even though she knew she should resist. Sex was sacred. Sex was always between a man and a woman. Sex was only for marriage. Sex was only for procreation. As Caaisho contemplated all of this, Danielle easily slid her cock inside her still sloppy wet cunt.

"Ooooooooh," Caaisho moaned. This cock was a lot fatter and a lot longer than the previous fingers inside her, and within an instant, her body was responding again. She uttered the most pathetic sounding resistance after a few strokes, "Please, no."

"Stop feigning that denial," Danielle said, as she slowly slid in and out of her newest trophy. "We both know you love this."

"I do not," Caaisho responded, but again her tone and moans belied her words.

"For a smart girl, you're one dumb bitch," Danielle scolded, as she began stroking faster inside of her.

"No more," Caaisho responded weakly, even as the pleasure inside built like a continuing wave, and she made no physical attempt to resist the pounding she was now receiving.

"No more what? Fucking your no longer virgin cunt, or no more calling you names?"

"Both," Caaisho said. Although confusingly, both of these choices seemed to enhance her pleasure.

"You love being my little Muslim fuck toy," Danielle said, as she placed her hands on her hips, and began thrusting deep into her pet, so hard that Caaisho's head began banging against the headboard.

"No, I'm a good girl," Caaisho disagreed, as the sound of her head hitting the board echoed around the room. The harder she was fucked, the better it felt, but there was no way she was going to announce that.

"You're a cock hungry slut for Mommy," Danielle corrected, bucking her hips into the teen.

"Ohhhh, yes," Caaisho moaned, not in response to the statement, but from the deep thrusts that were really stimulating her.

Encouraged by her response, Danielle asked, "Who's my naughty little slut?"

"Not I," Caaisho moaned, as she tried to shove a pillow between her head and the headboard.

Danielle, knowing from long experience how to get this new slut to say exactly what she wanted her to say, stopped deep inside her and told her, "If you want me to fuck this tight cunt and make you come again, you'll fucking answer my questions. All of them!"

"Please no," Caaisho begged, the soft pillow now in place.

Danielle pulled out completely, and Caaisho quickly begged for the opposite, "No! Please shove that cock back in my nasty cunt!"

"Not quite yet, my little slut," she denied the request.

"Nooooo," the overwhelmed teen whined.

Danielle asked, as she rubbed the cock up and down the outside of the teen's pussy, "Next question: who's my naughty little slut?"

"I am," Caaisho admitted quietly, needing to have that cock back inside her, needing to feel that pleasure again.

"And who owns this Muslim cunt?" Danielle demanded, still doing no more than teasing the needy cunt (the literal one).

"You do," Caaisho answered, now so desperate to feel that cock back inside her, she'd agree to literally anything!

"Louder!"

"You own my Muslim cunt, Mommy," Caaisho declared loudly. She wondered why once again she'd used the word 'Mommy', but just requested, "now please fuck me with your big cock."

"Good slut," Danielle purred, and she slid back into the teen.

"Yes, I love your cock," Caaisho screamed, as Danielle reached out and pulled on the teen's long, black, kinky hair.

"Oh yes, yours is a greedy cunt," Danielle said, as she fucked her hard and deep.

After a couple minutes in this position, Danielle wanted to see her pet's tits bouncing and Caaisho's face as she fucked her, so she pulled out and flipped her over.

Caaisho began to whine, "Nooooo," before she realized she was just being repositioned for some more fucking.

"I want to watch my slut's titties bounce while I fuck her," Danielle explained, as she spread Caaisho's legs and slid back into her pussy.

"These double D tits?" Caaisho asked, proudly squeezing them together to showcase them.

"Yes, they're magnificent," Danielle said, as she watched them bounce. "Do you want me to suck on those big hard nipples."

"Yes Mommy, please suck on my nipples," Caaisho replied, discovering she liked simultaneously receiving pleasure from different places.

Danielle loved breaking morally proper girls, which she'd done many times in her thirty years of teaching and before (from her first ever... her best friend's mother... to a minister's daughter, to her high school principal's wife and daughter), but this one was extra special. She leaned forward and sucked the left nipple into her mouth while also slowly fucking her.

"Yes, Mommy, suck on my big hard nipple," Caaisho moaned, loving the double pleasure sensation.

Danielle loved the opportunity to suck on those huge nipples again. Although she'd sucked two cocks many decades ago, and she'd hated it with a passion, she loved sucking big nipples, and Caaisho's were perhaps the biggest ones she'd ever pleasured.

"Oh yes, Mommy," Caaisho moaned, still wondering why she kept calling Danielle 'Mommy', although for some reason, her doing so enhanced her submission even more. "Suck my fat titties."

Danielle moved to the other nipple and replicated the licking, sucking, and biting, while simultaneously slowly fucking the teen.

"Oh yes, fuck my Muslim cunt with your big cock harder, white Mommy," Caaisho begged, the slow fucking turning her on, but now she wanted more. She still couldn't understand why she was adding race playing to her own sexual degradation, but that too enhanced the euphoria building inside her. In essence, she just wanted to be fucked hard! Pounded! Fucked like a slut!

Danielle backed up, spread the teen's legs wider, and began slamming into the teen, who was now eager... frantic, even. "Oh yes, fuck me Mommy, fuck me hard."

Danielle obliged, and soon the pillow had slipped aside, and Caaisho's head was banging against the headboard again.

Caaisho was suddenly the verbal one of the two, as her pleasure was again building at an accelerated pace. She would do anything to feel that transcendent moment of the pure clarity of heaven again. She was now allowing her head to bang freely against the headboard, becoming the stereotypical American slut bimbo who'd do anything for cock.

"Who owns these tits?" Danielle asked, as they bounced around like lost basketballs.

"You do, Danielle," Caaisho declared, now loving the idea of someone elses in complete control of her. After years of always doing the right thing, this sinning together ironically seemed right.

"Who owns this cunt?" Danielle asked. Watching how eagerly the cunt was now taking the medium-sized cock, she almost regretted not starting with something bigger.

"You do, Mommy!" Caaisho answered, now both willing and eager to surrender her body completely to this older woman, who'd somehow seen past her focused exterior to awaken the pleasure inside.

"Who owns you?" Danielle asked, pushing the teen further into submission, and utter reliance upon her.

"You do, Mommy! You own my tits, my cunt, my bimbo brain," Caaisho declared, feeling a real rush from giving away complete ownership of herself to the powerful dominant. Calling herself a bimbo, when she was literally a proven genius, only added extra spice to her complete submission to this white woman.

Danielle knew the girl was getting close again, but what she really wanted was to bury her face back in her cunt, where she'd be able to get much deeper, to enjoy the flood much better... in this position with the pet lying on her back.

Danielle pulled out, and Caaisho could feel her orgasm was so close she could taste it (if that made any sense), and she whined, "Nooooo, shove that cock back inside my whore box... oooooooooh!"

Caaisho's whines were resolved when Danielle dove into her pussy, and she began licking it aggressively.

"Oh, yes Mommy! Eat my cunt, lick my pussy, get your Muslim slut off!" Caaisho babbled.

Danielle attacked the clit aggressively, while she listened to the loud moans and nasty tongue of her new trophy, loving the creamy pre-cum that was an appetizer to the full flood coming (pun intended) very soon.

"Oh yes, Mommy, I love your tongue on my cunt! Oh yes, Mommy, make me your teen bimbo fuck toy! Oooooh, yesssss, I'm yours, Danielle, I'm yours whenever you summon me! I'll do whatever you order me to do! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Danielle had never before received such a vivid, all-encompassing declaration like this one, as she lapped up the creamy cum flooding out of the teen twat, like Niagara Falls.

"Eat my cum, Mommy slut," Caaisho demanded, as her entire body erupted, and quaked like an eight plus on the Moment Magnitude scale (which is the earthquake scale that replaced Richter).

Danielle smiled at being called a slut by her new slut, as she indeed did feast on the abundance of creamy homemade wine splashing into her mouth.

"Oh yes, I love being your slut, your pet, your bimbo, your slave," Caaisho babbled, as her pleasure kept coming, wave after wave.

Danielle then did what she did with every trophy the first time, she marked her new property by repositioning herself pussy to pussy, and she began grinding her cunt against Caaisho's.

"Oh my," Caaisho trembled, as she felt her cunt rubbing against Danielle's. She grabbed hold of Danielle's leg and held on, doing her best to grind back as best she could, given that she'd completely spent all of her strength and energy.

"I'm going to come in your cunt, and mark you as my forever pet," Danielle declared, knowing she wouldn't last long after this marathon fuck session. Her ultimate orgasms always resulted from the complete conquest of a new trophy.

"Yes, mark me your bimbo... Muslim-fucking-cum-slut bitch," Caaisho declared, still coming from orgasm number two... and possibly feeling a third one already rising.

Yesssss!" Danielle was the one doing the screaming this time, as the intense grinding, and Caaisho's surprisingly wicked tongue (tomorrow she'd train it for pussy pleasing) had her nearing apocalyptic seizures, and then she came harder than she had in a long, long time!

Caaisho was surprised she could feel the cum erupting inside her, which made her entire body tremble as well. "Yes, Mommy! Fill my cunt with your cum, and mark me as your bimbo bitch cum whore forever!"

"Yes, my pet," Danielle said weakly, as she too collapsed. "You're such a good bad girl."

"I love that oxymoron, Mommy," Caaisho said, collapsing onto her back too, their legs still entwined.

Five minutes later, Caaisho still naked, and Danielle still naked, lay together under the covers.

Caaisho was exhausted, and she was quickly drifting into slumber. Once the pleasure had finally dissipated from her body, she knew she should start feeling guilty again, but as she cuddled into Danielle, everything felt tranquil and right.

Danielle kissed her pet's head and whispered, "My pet, this is just the beginning."

And as Caaisho slipped into peaceful unconsciousness, she wondered what more there could possibly be.