SHOP ASSISTANT SURPRISE

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012


Jolene was a pussy-hunter, and proud of it. She specialised in pretty young white blondes, spreading their creamy thighs and breaking them in to a life of lesbian submission. As she was a charismatic, tall, statuesque, mature black woman with big breasts and a ripe rounded ass, she usually got what she wanted, overwhelming the naive and feeble young white chicks with the sheer force of her commanding personality, blowing them away with the voluptuous curves of her bootylicious body, and scooping them up like a sexual tornado – leaving them afterwards breathless, stunned, shattered and thoroughly turned around.

She was on just such a hunt right now, following up a tempting trail and stalking an unsuspecting young Scandinavian-style blonde. Soon the bait would be laid, and the pretty skinny little bitchlet would fall right into her clutches. Jolene had every reason to be confident – the tell-tale signs had been there on her ‘scouting trip’ two days ago. This was what the powerful black dyke called her trawls through the shops, bars and sports facilities (always a good place to pick up a lesbian – both lean young frisky fillies, and their older experienced cunt-devouring coaches) of the city in which she lived. Her meandering progress might seem aimless, but it was intended to trail her tempting tush in front of any female who might get wet at the sight of such a stunning big-titted black bitch, and so she dawdled in the process in order to see if any sweet babe took up the opportunity to check her out.

Now 35 years old, Jolene had been entirely lesbian for her whole life. She had realised that she was gay even before she became a teenager, and had never had any qualms about it or the slightest regrets. Her figure had come in early, and she was already hot stuff and filling out a C-cup bra when, at the age of 14, she had been easily seduced by a 16 year old African-American girl who was the daughter of a neighbour. Jolene had been delighted to surrender her cherry to the tall and athletic high school student, and even more delighted to find out that the girl was also being fucked by a 30-year-old black woman who was one of her teachers. Their duo now became a threesome, and for the next four years (and even more easily when Jolene moved up to the same high school), she had enjoyed a wonderful lesbian education at their hands – and their mouths, their tits, their cunts and their strap-on dildos.

Jolene had discovered her taste for white pussy nearly two years later, a few weeks after her sixteenth birthday. An attractive blonde teacher who Jolene had already suspected was gay asked her one day to stay behind after school to help with a project, and when they were alone together had come on to the black girl, fondling her now substantial 32D breasts. Jolene had responded at once by kissing the woman, mashing their lips together and thrusting her tongue into the startled blonde’s mouth, whilst seizing her breasts with both hands for a mauling grope through the thin fabric of her tight red lambswool sweater and the bra beneath. The teacher was taken quite by surprise at this vigorous and eager reaction, where she had expected to have to coax tempted timidity with soft sensuous seduction – for she had no idea that her black colleague had by now fucked Jolene more than two hundred times! Whilst the woman was still off-balance, Jolene pounced upon her and pushed the rangy white bitch onto her back across her own desk, hauled her pleated grey linen skirt up to her hips, yanked the gusset of her lacy black panties to one side, rammed three fingers like a spearhead straight into her vagina, and then savagely fist-fucked her into multiple orgasms until the pulverised 28-year-old had begged brokenly for mercy – and then afterwards had beseeched Jolene to come back to her house, and do it to her over again!

The lust-fuelled black high school student had readily agreed to her teacher’s request, and that had been the first time that she had ridden a white bitch with a strap-on dildo. Once in the woman’s bedroom, Jolene had been undressed and then presented with this wonderful bitch-fucking implement, as the schoolteacher knelt submissively before the young black Amazon and buckled the harness straps around her waist and between her legs. In exultation, Jolene had then almost torn off the blonde’s clothes and lingerie and hurled her onto the bed, before giving the mewling and moaning woman an aggressive shafting with her own dildo – drilling her first as she lay sprawled on her back, with her legs stretched wide apart, and then afterwards turning her over onto her hands and knees, and pistoning into her cunt doggy-style from behind, until the woman was utterly demolished and collapsed into a shell-shocked stupor. This experience had taught Jolene the pure pleasure of taking a white cunt, preferably blonde, and preferably whimpering in spread-eagled submission. Over the years since then, Jolene had had plenty of black lesbian lovers as well – but it was having a moaning white blonde climaxing convulsively from the powerful thrusts of her fingers or the hammering plunges of her biggest strap-on that gave her the greatest thrill of all, whenever the opportunity arose – and hunting excursions like this made sure that it regularly did!

Jolene often thought back fondly to her very last day at high school, to what she called her ‘graduation ceremony’: an amazing sapphic marathon one warm summer evening in the Principal’s office. The black teenager had had the 41-year-old brunette Principal bent over to lie on her stomach across the middle of her own leather-topped desk, with her cute curvy baby-faced blonde 22-year-old secretary in the same position next to her on one side, and the big-titted, wide-hipped and broad-assed 34-year-old half-Hispanic school counsellor likewise on the other side. All three women were naked except for their shoes and hold-ups (or, in the Principal’s case, brown leather boots and cream opaque stockings in traditional style, held up by a yellow suspender belt), and all three had both of their wrists tied to the bottom of the desk on the other side. Jolene had next bound the secretary’s left leg to the Principal’s right leg in two places, once just below the knee and other at the ankle, and then similarly roped the counsellor’s right leg to the Principal’s left, leaving all three white women with their butts invitingly thrust out into the air over the edge of the desk, their thighs pulled wide apart, and their cunts and assholes vulnerably displayed.

Of course, Jolene had fucked all three of them many times before, individually and in pairs, and they were completely in thrall to their young big-busted black dominatrix. To give them something to remember her by, for the next two hours Jolene had taken the white bitches apart, starting with pinching their breasts and pulling their nipples, then caning their butts, followed by repeated savage pussy-shafting with a massive ribbed strap-on, mounting each of the moaning women several times, and finishing up with ass-fucking each of them in turn. So much saliva dribbled from their open mouths and so much pussy-juice dripped from their gaping vaginas, that the desk top and the carpet were permanently stained. Jolene’s ravaging was so forceful that the sweet young secretary passed out in the middle of her butt-fuck, and afterwards even the two more experienced women could barely manage to walk to their cars or sit in them to drive. That powerful experience had confirmed Jolene in her tastes: black women for sensuous loving companions, and white girls (in which she included those demure slim flat-chested Japanese and Chinese twats) for fuck-puppets, for making into submissive sex-slave sluts, and then passing around her already extensive circle of tough black dominants for merciless use in gang-bang after gang-bang.

The handsome mature black woman licked her lips, for here was a perfect prospect, and she was quite sure that all that she needed to do was lay the bait and then reel the blonde cunt in. Jolene was self-employed, which gave the freedom to set her own hours; earlier in the week, in the middle of a quiet afternoon, she had strolled through one of the large shopping malls, seeing if she could pick up any action. Sure enough, in the clothes department of one of her favourite large stores, there was a new young blonde shop assistant, from whom she at once felt a tell-tale vibe.

It wasn’t surprising that Jolene had caught the shopworker’s eye. On these trawls, she always dressed to look like the super-hot fuck-machine that she was; in this case, she had been wearing white leather boots, tight white hot-pants and a skimpy red halterneck, under which a good deal of her scarlet bra and mounds of black flesh could be seen. As Jolene strolled around the clothing racks, she watched the young assistant unobtrusively from the corner of her eye. Yes, sure enough – the girl was at least bi-curious, or probably just emerging as a lesbian and shyly inexperienced. There was no doubt about it – the little hottie was checking her out! The store had been very quiet at the time, with only a couple of other customers browsing and no supervisor or manager in sight. Jolene watched covertly with carefully-concealed satisfaction as the blonde shop assistant manoeuvred around the racks of clothes, appearing to be engaged on straightening various dresses on their hangars, but in reality angling to get the best undetected (as she naively thought) view of the mature black woman’s bust and ass.

Jolene was not in a hurry: she preferred to be sure of her ground before making the decisive move, and so on that occasion she had wandered on, heading for the sports centre where late in the afternoon a competition was due to be held between the local high school cheerleading teams – this took place every month, and was often a good fishing ground, not only for fresh young white pussy but also for hot-bodied athletic teenage black chicks. As it turned out, she didn’t get a definite score that day, but it was always fun to sit in the front row of the public gallery and watch so many pretty young females bounce around in their skimpy girlish costumes, their tits jiggling and their panties regularly exposed. One lithe and lively white girl had certainly seemed to take more than a casual interest, and, whilst waiting for her team’s turn to perform, her eyes had strayed constantly to Jolene’s cleavage. Well, OK, she was a brunette rather than a blonde, but she had a sweet face and a bubble-butt ass, so Jolene was willing to stretch a point – and to stretch the lissom cheerleader’s vagina as well, until it would accommodate her longest and widest strap-on. The handsome black woman had caught the brunette’s eye in return and given her an encouraging smile, but it seemed that the babe was quite shy, or perhaps still not sure of her sexuality, as she had blushed furiously, and then resolutely looked away until almost the end of the event, when once more her eyes had seemed magnetically drawn to Jolene’s well-displayed frontage.

The black woman had not felt rebuffed; from her long experience as a pussy-hunter, once the seed was sown it would soon start to sprout, and there was a good chance that at the next month’s cheerleading contest she would find an opportunity to have a quiet word with the perky brunette – maybe even try the gambit of offering her a lift ‘home’. Of course, they would detour first to Jolene’s apartment, where she would break the girl in and almost certainly take her lesbian cherry – and quite possibly her actual one, too. There was nothing that turned Jolene on more than taking a white cunt’s virginity, which she had done maybe fifteen times over the years since her first, a younger and quietly shy Chinese-American girl she had seduced when in her final year at high school. As Jolene had got older, she found it even more satisfying to have a naked young white girl pinned down on the bed under the weight of her powerful black body, legs thrust apart by Jolene’s muscular ebony thighs, and to relish the girl’s sobbing cry of surrender as a sharp thrust from Jolene’s strap-on ripped through her hymen. Jolene had walked back to her apartment block, well-satisfied with the outcome of the day’s reconnaissance, having spotted two promising whilffs (it was her own variant on the well-known term, and stood for ‘white hottie I’d like to fuck and fuck’).

So here was Jolene two days later, back in the mall to see if she could scoop up the blonde shop assistant. She had deliberately put on an even hotter outfit – frankly, a slutty and sensuous one that was almost over the top, not least because the African-American woman’s tits were nearly over its top. It consisted of a pair of skimpy tight black shorts, cut low on the hip, and above this a front-buttoned bustier, with flat panelling below the bust and very prominent moulded half-cups for her size 34F breasts above, which drew the eye and emphasised their size and thrust. This sexy ensemble was set off at the bottom by a pair of silver strap shoes with five-inch stiletto heels, and at the top by Jolene’s large silver hoop earrings and her jet-black hair, which tumbled down in thick curls to the middle of her back and framed her nipples at the front.

At first, when Jolene arrived at the store there were several people shopping in the clothes department, and the young assistant was busy and preoccupied. Jolene decided to go for a coffee in the Starbucks that was located on the ground floor and return in about twenty minutes, when this little flurry of activity would have subsided. She was about to turn away, when she saw the supervisor of the section approach the blonde shop assistant and speak to her for a moment, after which the girl departed on some errand – hopefully a brief one. The supervisor was probably in her early thirties, tall and slim, with short blonde hair that gave her a slightly butch appearance, and Jolene noticed with interest that she was covertly watching her junior assistant’s ass as the girl walked away. Then the supervisor turned her gaze in Jolene’s direction, and the black woman quickly pretended to be engrossed in the rack of clothing in front of her. Jolene was acutely aware that she was being checked over with more than casual interest, and decided to follow this up as well if the opportunity presented itself. Although nearer to her own age, the supervisor was a handsome and attractive woman, and the black lesbian had no objection to adding the spice of experience to her diet of white pussy – taking a white woman who thought of herself as a ‘top’, and breaking her in to her proper place as a subservient ‘bottom’, was always a great pleasure as well.

After spending a few moments in apparent browsing, Jolene was pleased to see the young blonde reappear, bringing with her a small wheeled rack on which a batch of dresses were hanging, still in their polythene wrapping. The black woman had followed a meandering course through the stands of clothes which had brought her round behind the supervisor, and only about three yards away. This paid off, as she heard the older woman give instructions to the effect that the assistant should put these items out now, before taking her scheduled mid-afternoon break, during which someone called Signe would cover for her, and the supervisor herself would return in about half an hour, to check that it had all been done correctly. Well, mused Jolene to herself with satisfaction, this had turned out to be fortunate timing indeed – the blonde bitchlet was scheduled to be on her break soon, which would give an ideal window opportunity during which no one would be monitoring her.

Jolene noted with pleasure that the supervisor had turned around and was deliberately taking a route out of the department that took her past where the scantily-dressed black woman was standing, and she rewarded the woman’s interest by waiting until the perfect second, and then dropping down onto one knee, apparently in order to look at the hemline of one of the dresses in front of her. This posture provided a truly amazing view from above down her ample and well-displayed cleavage, and Jolene smiled inwardly as she heard the footsteps behind her falter for a moment, and a soft exhalation of escaping breath, before the supervisor collected herself and walked on.

As the young blonde shop girl started to take the new dresses out of their plastic coverings and hang them on the clothing stands, the dynamic black lesbian set her trap in motion. Placing the shoulder bag that she had been carrying next to a mirror on the side wall, where she could still see it but it was out of the way, Jolene extracted her cell phone and then took a few steps towards the racks of clothes near to where the shop assistant was working. After switching the phone on but putting it in silent mode, she pretended to carry on a conversation with a female friend, though in fact no call was taking place. The purpose of this play-acting, which she had used effectively several times before, was that firstly it lifted her right arm up to an angle that both drew attention to her breasts and thrust them out even further; secondly, as she moved around almost in twirls, her head going back from time to time in a peal of laughter, it made the poses that she struck which highlighted her tits and tush seem quite natural, and, thirdly, it gave every opportunity and encouragement for the shop assistant to ogle her, by appearing to be so engrossed in her phone call that she would not notice this.

The plan worked to perfection. Jolene’s outfit, when worn by such a handsome and physically imposing black woman, was guaranteed to draw the eye and wet the slit of even the shyest and most virginal of lezzies or bi-girls. Without giving any sign of it, Jolene kept the white girl in her peripheral vision, and noted with satisfaction that the shop assistant was clearly moving around with only one aim in mind – and it wasn’t where the new dresses should go (for they were being almost randomly distributed), it was stealing peeks – ever longer and more blatant – at the ebony fuck-goddess in her tight hot pants and almost-indecent top. The young shop assistant seemed almost hypnotised by the prominent display of Jolene’s 34F cup breasts, whilst in response Jolene was getting turned on by the young blonde’s attention, and her own pussy was starting to feel itchy and seep dampness into the crotch of her panties.

Now it was time for Phase B of her plan. From a nearby rack, Jolene collected a dress which she had chosen earlier – it was a very short, bright red, party dress in a quite trashy style, strapless and with only limited bust coverage (which would be even more minimal on Jolene’s bulging pair), and with a bow-tied band just below the breasts to make them even more eye-catching. It was an item that Jolene actually wanted to buy, because if she wore it in the lesbian clubs, maybe combined with plastic white boots, she knew that she would score with any cunt she wanted to have, whether white or black. However, for now it had another – equally sexual – purpose.

Carrying the red dress on its hangar, Jolene picked up her bag and walked over to the service counter, where the young shop assistant was now standing, having accomplished the distribution of the new items. The magnificently curvaceous and charismatic black woman paused in front of the pretty blonde and casually rolled her shoulders to make her breasts rise and fall, noting with satisfaction the glazed look on the mesmerised girl’s face.