Straight White Girls: A Welcoming

Straight White Girls: A Welcoming

Summary: Black seductress turns racist white woman community greeter.

Note 1: This story is part of a series of white women submit to black women stories…although each story stands complete on their own. The first one was Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher which introduced our black seductress Janet as she seduced her daughter’s teacher…me.

Note 2: Thanks to Robert, Wayne and goamz86 for editing this story.

Note 3: Thanks to Taff who suggested the orginal idea.


0. Prologue
“You bought a house in the Whiteside suburb?” Asked a surprised, but amused Katrina.

“It’s the final frontier,” Janet smiled.

“I suppose so,” Big Rosie chuckled, as she let out a moan.

Janet continued, “It wasn’t easy, but with your inside connections with Governor Daphne Green, that racist committee couldn’t legally prevent the purchase.”

“It’s good to have connections,” Big Rosie laughed. “She loves my pussy.”

“As they all do, isn’t that right, slut Jasmine?” Katrina added.

The white teacher of Janet’s twelfth grade daughter, Bethany, lifted her head from Rosie’s addictive pussy and answered, “Yes, mistresses, all us white sluts love black pussy.”

“What about you, slut Portia?” Katrina questioned.

Another white woman, immaculately dressed, the wife of a rich business man, busy between Janet’s legs, answered, “Of course, Mistress, black pussy is all I want to serve.”

Katrina chuckled, pulling up the blonde eighteen year old cheerleader, “Lastly, what about you our new pussy-pleasing recruit?”

The blonde, a younger version of her mother Portia, her face gleaming with pussy juice stammered, “I-I-I don’t know.”

“Are you our white cunt-licker?” Katrina asked.

“I guess,” the pretty young girl said, clearly nervous, as she glanced to her mother, whose head was buried between a pair of black legs licking away hungrily.

“You guess?” Katrina scolded. “Do you want to keep licking my cunt?”

“Yes,” the blonde admitted instantly, the feeling of pleasing this black woman exhilarating even though she couldn’t explain why. The thought that her racist dad would be mortified by seeing his wife and daughter submitting to the inferior race, his words, somehow enhanced the pleasure of her submission.

“And you want to please me again and again?” Katrina questioned.

“Yes,” the young girl agreed, her gaze returning to the pretty pink pussy between those beautiful black legs.

“Who owns you?” Katrina asked.

The question was confusing at first and she didn’t answer.

Katrina asked, “Slut Portia who owns your mouth, cunt and ass?”

“All black women, of course,” Portia answered as if the question was obvious, looking up from between Janet’s legs and towards her bewildered daughter.

The daughter stared at her mom confused, as Katrina continued, “We expect complete obedience, my pet. We, of course, know what is good for you, don’t we slut Portia?”

“Yes, Mistress, my daughter and I are your willing servants,” the older woman admitted, nodding to her daughter with a firm look of do as you’re told, before adding, “Belinda obey, they are the Mistress race.”

The young blonde looked dazed for a moment, but then the clarity that often comes once a white woman has tasted the addictive black nectar hit her and she turned back to the beautiful black goddess and said, “I am yours, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” Katrina purred, pulling the pretty eighteen year old back between her legs.

Belinda licked with a new hunger and mission, suddenly understanding completely her submissive position, the taste of black pussy something she couldn’t fathom not tasting again now that she had sampled perfection.

Just then Katrina’s daughter Barbara, an eighteen year old beauty, walked in and seeing Belinda gasped, “You got me my arch enemy?”

“Consider it an early Christmas present my dear,” Katrina said.

“This is the best present ever,” Barbara said, looking down at the stuck-up blonde bitch.

She asked, giddy with excitement, so many ideas on what she planned to do with her in her head, “Can I take her upstairs?”

“Of course, my dear, she’s your present; you can take her mother too,” Katrina added.

“You’re the best Mom,” Barbara said, coming over and giving her a big hug.

Katrina pulled the young blonde’s hair lifting her head up and explained, “You have been a very big bitch to my daughter for a long time. That, by the way, is why I went after your mother, not that she was much of a challenge, eagerly munching my cunt the day I met her. You, my pet, will obey my daughter without hesitation.”

Belinda stammered, even though she was mortified to realize that not only had she been caught eating a black girl’s vagina, it was the vagina of the mother of the nerdy girl she picked on at school, “Y-y-yes.”

“You want to eat my nigger cunt?” Barbara asked. “Isn’t that what you called me at school the other day?”

“Yes, Barbara,” Belinda admitted, her racist attitude now seeming so silly. “Please let this white bitch eat your cunt to apologize for being such a bitch.”

“Oh, I am going to have fun with you,” Barbara said, her tone ominous with her naughty intent to completely humiliate the white bitch who had tormented her all throughout high school.

Jasmine, who had made Big Rosie come, had now crawled between Janet’s legs, thankful not to be seen by any of her students other than Janet’s daughter Bethany, as Janet continued, “I think we will have a big house warming just before Christmas.”

“Whiteside isn’t going to know what hit them,” Big Rosie laughed.

As Janet, began grinding her cunt on the eager white teacher, she nodded, “it’s going to be a very, very white Christmas for me.”

“And a very, very, black Christmas for them.” Big Rosie added.


WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Moving into the new community felt like the ending of segregation of southern schools in the 1960’s and 1970’s.

Every set of white eyes watching the black family was judging with a preconceived notion of who they were. Ignoring the reality that the Jones were a very successful family, more successful than almost every white family in this walled community.

Mr. David Jones was a CEO of one of the biggest telecommunications companies and was well respected in the business community, yet here in the gated community of Whiteside he was a threat to a way of life that had to be protected at all costs.

Janet was prepared for the looks she would get of disdain, bitterness and pure racial hatred, yet the thought of turning some of the richest whitest bitches in America into her submissive playthings was her greatest challenge yet. Her daughter, Bethany, although just eighteen had also learned the alluring power she had over white girls and women when the power struggle confrontation took place.

Janet had taught her daughter that the majority of white women lived in a world of denial…following society’s silly rules of uppity pretentiousness and thus never coming to grips with their own sexuality. And although there were exceptions to the rule, most white women were submissive and desperately looking for someone to guide them into the world of sexual obedience…even if they didn’t realize it.

Janet believed the more taboo the submission the more powerful and nothing was more taboo than lesbian submission for a white than with a black woman…racism was alive and well in 2014 and thus the greatest taboo.

She also noticed white women in power (either via their jobs or as wealthy wives) are the most vulnerable to the undeniable allure of a seductive black woman. Living the life of high society and false perfection was always too much to keep up and letting loose sexually by giving in completely to another person, particularly something naughty and sinister, like a black woman was almost impossible to resist once it was presented.

Bethany reflected on her first seduction, her Chemistry teacher, Mrs. Currie. She had simply followed her mother’s advice and aggressively verbally assaulted her second favourite white teacher, her mother already having seduced her favourite, Mrs. Walker, at parent-teacher interviews. Her mom confidently predicted that although Mrs. Currie was very proper, sweet and firm, underneath that tough exterior was a submissive who would obey, after a weak pathetic moral resistance. As usual, her mom was correct and Mrs. Currie submitted with very little resistance and Bethany had her teacher licking her cunt in her classroom almost daily the rest of the first semester.

Bethany was both excited about the possibility of new white women and girls to Domme, but also full of trepidation of being the only black teenager in the neighbourhood.

Janet was only excited. She loved the challenge and couldn’t wait to start turning these white bitches…as it was the season of giving after all…and she was going to give these women a whole new outlook on life one stuck-up racist bitch at a time.

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Tamara Adler, head of the welcoming committee, reluctantly brought over a welcome package to the new residents. She wasn’t happy at all about a black family moving in, but she wasn’t going to show that side of herself as she greeted them into the close knit community.

The immaculately dressed white woman knocked on the door and was surprised when a white woman in her thirties, opened the door, dressed in a maid’s outfit with a skirt so short the top of her black thigh high stockings were in view.

Tamara stammered, “Is the lady of the house here?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the very pretty redheaded maid answered, “Please come in.”

Tamara walked in curiously and watched the maid go into the living room and say, “Mistress Jones, you have a guest.”

“Please bring her in,” Janet said.

“Of course, Mistress,” the maid replied before returning to the stunned blonde and offering, “Please follow me ma’am.”

Tamara couldn’t believe that this black family had a white maid or that the beautiful white woman would dress so inappropriately and call a black women mistress. Tamara followed and was surprised again when she finally saw the new tenant of 243 Parkway Road.