Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2013 09:59:02 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Ashley Becomes a Submissive (lesbian/adult youth and interracial, oral, anal, g/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and a older woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Ashley Becomes a Submissive By Jan I am sitting in my living room looking out the front window impatiently awaiting the arrival of one of my family's previous maids, and my first lover. My name is Ashley and I am 27-years-old, a diminutive sized woman. I'm not quite five-foot two with light brown hair. It had been months since we had visited each other. She is a 39-year-old, six-foot one, black woman with a very robust figure. While waiting for her to arrive, I reminisce about how I became her submissive sex slave. My parents were and are free spirited, and I was an only child. They are wealthy enough to be able to afford to live twenty minutes outside of Detroit, Michigan in the town of Birmingham. The community is probably the wealthiest neighborhood in the State, definitely in the Detroit area at least. The family home is on a 3,000 square foot plot, nestled among plenty of trees. I was a naturally curly blonde at the time, with sharp green eyes that occasionally change color. At that age I was very short for a 13-thirteen-year-old, my breasts were an unimpressive B-cup, with hips that were already widening. I knew that my hair would probably darken to match my mother's brown hair as I grew older. I take after my mother when it comes to looks, and my personality, in that I am shy, quiet and polite, but we do enjoy having fun and being adventurous. I was always a well behaved child, but when it came to sex I had developed an interest at an early age, because my parents were very sexual. They didn't bother hiding their sexual activities from me. Mom and Dad never made a secret of their sexual activities. I was an adult before Mother admitted to me that they enjoyed being caught in the sexual act. That explained why I witnessed them having sex so many times. I was scared by the size of his cock for many years, because Dad was endowed with a cock just under 10-inches long, according to my mother. When I would catch them fucking, I never stayed around for long, because it made me nervous thinking they would be upset with me watching them. I would quickly sneak away. Seeing my Daddy sticking that thing of his in Mother's pussy made me horny, I began to masturbate about the age of 11, while visualizing them fucking. My parents had a housemaid to look after the house two to four times a week. When I was about thirteen years old they had to hire a new maid because the maid was relocating to another area. They advertised for a new maid and hired a tall black woman named Tanya when I was 9-years-old. To me she was a very attractive 25-year-old woman. She would cook for us on occasions, but cleaned two to four times a week. She was not a live in maid. She is six-foot one, a tall woman anywhere, a little heavy, but her height hides the excess weight. She sports F-sized breasts, and a big bulbous butt. I learned in the black community that her big booty was sought after by the ghetto males. When I was first introduced to her she frightened me, because she had a stern expression on her face. She had a look about her that said, "Don't mess with me!" It was obvious that she didn't particularly enjoy doing maid's work, or taking orders from people that treated her as if they were better than her. When I got to know her I felt comfortable with her, because she was so kind to me. We would go shopping together and all of the standard girly things. She was very talkative and outspoken. She developed a great relationship with my parents. I suspected that she engaged in sex with them, but I never witnessed them doing it. They never had any complaints about her work. My parents didn't require her to wear a uniform as a reminder of her place or anything like that. She wore casual clothes to work in, but she did prefer colorful socks. I developed a little fetish for colorful socks. I had lost my virginity at the hands of the older brother of my best friend a few weeks before the "Winter Break" for finals. It was February and my parents were planning on going to Las Vegas for a wedding of friends of theirs. They asked Tanya if she would stay at the house to watch over me. They didn't feel comfortable leaving a 13-year-old alone for four days. Tanya agreed to stay with me and look after me. The first night after my parents left we were watching a movie on the television when a rather graphic depiction of sex came onscreen. Tanya immediately changed the channel instinctively. I said, "No wait...leave it on!" So, Tanya changed the channel back to the movie we had been watching, and she watched my reaction. After a short time she said, "You seemed to go into a world all your own. You were rubbing yourself as if I wasn't even here." She wound up scolding me for masturbating in front of her, but she also began to question me about what I knew about sex. I confessed that I had witnessed my parents fucking many times, and that I had sex with the brother of a friend. I admitted that I masturbated almost every night. I will never forget the look on her face. The grin on her face had the mischievous look of a child that had eaten the last cookie. I had never told anyone about what I knew about sex before, and thought I had made a mistake telling Tanya. She gave me an ultimatum saying, "If you do what I tell you to do we will have fun, and I will not tell your parents about anything." (Her meaning was unmistakable, as sexual as my parents were, I feared what they might do if they knew the full extent of my own sexual habits, as young as I was.) She didn't need to do much convincing to persuade me to do whatever she wanted. This moment was going to be the change in our relationship forever. Even though I was willing to submit to any demands, I was fearful about what she would demand. I was still naturally a shy insecure girl. The rest of the night she would teach me about sex, from a soft kiss and aggressively kissing with tongue, and how to lavish attention to her breasts. She showed me how to play with myself, and how to eat her pussy. I have to admit that as soon as my tongue touched her wet pussy I was hooked. Her chocolate colored pussy was covered with pubic hairs tightly curled as watch springs. As dark chocolate brown as her labia was her inner pussy walls looked like raw meat, no different than my own. I was completely smitten by the size of her clitoris. It seemed to dwarf the size of mine. I found out just how sensitive her clit was. She truly was an amazing woman. I had always admired her 40-F sized tits, and big bulbous butt that was big enough to rest a text book on, but now that I saw her clit I was willing to concede that it was large enough to actually fuck me with. Everything about her was just bigger and so much more powerful than anything I had ever seen before. I was completely under her spell, after I saw her without clothes, even though she continued to wear those strange but colorful socks. While we were in bed together she assumed the dominant leadership of everything she demanded me to do. She propped herself against the headboard of my bed with her legs spread and knees bent. She cradled me between her legs as she fed me her tits to suckle on. In addition to directing all of my actions, she constantly assailed my ears with nasty abusive language, like calling me her little pussy eating whore. The language was a turn on for me. It was like resting my face in a big soft warm pillow as I clamped my mouth on one of those big chocolate nipples. She directed when I was to switch to the other nipple. When she had enough of me sucking her tits, she laced her fingers through my blonde hair and forced me down to her waiting pussy. She rubbed my face in her wet pussy so long that I actually got a rug burn from her pubic hairs. When she finished with her orgasm she cradled my head between her tits, while she stuck her fingers into my pussy and masturbated me until I had a strong orgasm. The next morning after we made my bed and dressed she made an executive decision that we would spend the remainder of the four days at her home. We had to take the bus across town to her residence. It was located in a black neighborhood. I was too young to appreciate the looks the people were giving me as Tanya led me into her small apartment. The looks may have been a result of their curiosity about a white girl in their neighborhood. If they knew that she was a lesbian their looks may have been curiosity about the young white pussy she was dragging home. Just the same, behind the closed doors we spent the remaining time naked, except for the colorful socks she wore. She was in total command. I was at her beck and call. She had me put on a slave collar around my neck, just so that I was aware that she was my master. She enjoyed lacing her fingers through my hair with a strong grip to pull my head around to suck on her tits or force me to go down on her wet and smelly pussy almost constantly. There was hardly a moment my lips were not glued on her pussy. At other times she was sitting on my face. I became addicted to oxygen deprivation. Her big ass would spread over my face. She insisted that I lick her pussy and asshole until she would cum. (That became my absolute favorite pastime.) Whenever I was eating her pussy it was NEVER a quickie. Many a time I passed out while pleasing her. For four days I was her oral slave. Not one time did she suck my pussy during all of that time. (To this day she has never sucked my pussy.) Her only way of pleasing me was to masturbate me with her fingers or fuck me with a strap-on dildo, every bit as big as my father's cock. By the time my parents made it home we were back at the house behaving like the best of friends. Tanya assured my parents that I had behaved like a perfect angel during their absence. I made it a habit to take the bus to her place every chance I got. I learned to enjoy something new, including being fucked in the ass by her dildos. We remained lovers all the way through high school. At least two or three times a week we got together. Anytime my parents were out of town Tanya would stay with me. She would wake me up in the morning by finger fucking me before sitting on my face. My contact with her was less frequent while I was attending Michigan University. I only got to visit her while home between semesters. During that time she changed careers. After graduation I moved back into the area, but found my own place where I could be myself. I renewed my relationship with Tanya, but I also sought out other women to party with. Work also interfered with my sex life. Tanya also had a daughter of her own, without benefit of marriage or a boyfriend. Our visits are far less frequent now; it all depends on our mutual schedules. At that moment her car pulled up in front of my house. As soon as I saw her walking up the walkway to my house, I bounded for the front door. I flung the door open even before she had the chance to ring the doorbell. I jumped into her arms, and wrapped my legs around her waist as I smothered her with kisses. Tanya carried me back into my house, and kicked the door closed with her heel. She pried my arms from around her neck as I released my grip from around her waist to stand on my feet. She laced her strong fingers through my hair and forced me to my knees in front of her. With her other hand she lifted the front of her dress revealing that she didn't have panties on. She smashed my face against her strong smelling pussy. I was in heaven servicing her again like I had as a girl. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.