White God and Chink chapter 4

Chapter 4

The Beginning of A Chink’s New Life

Ms. Chink was awakened from her terrible nightmare.

”What in the hell was happening,” she asked myself as she staggered from the bed, joints stiff, knees creaking. Apparently after her intense orgasm she had fallen asleep, but it was no easy sleep.

I slipped my wet panties on, the sodden material clinging to me and tickling my sensitive pussy and I crept into the main room where my white god and his new Chinese girlfriend were seated, laughing and talking until his eyes saw me. “Did I tell you to put your panties back on?”

“No sir,” I mumbled, face red with shame, standing there in my black bra, black wet panties, thigh high stockings and high heels.

“Come here,” he ordered and I stood before my White god. “Take them off.” I glanced at Sylvia who was laughing softly and shimmed out of the panties. “Rub your face with them.” Humiliated, I rubbed the wet panties over my face and Sylvia laughed loudly. “Put them in your mouth,” he snapped, “and bend over.”

The panties in my mouth, I bent over, showing them both my bottom as he stood, removing his belt as he did so. With a sharp crack, his whipped my bottom with the belt, cutting across my yellow flesh with a burning sensation. I yelped into the panties, snapped up and rubbed my burning bottom. “Another one for standing up,” he said calmly and my heart sank. Fighting the tears back, I bent over again, no thought of disobeying him entering my head as I had sunk deeply into submission. The second slash with the belt hurt more than the first but I remained bent, tears in my eyes and my bottom and my pussy on fire, a compelling ache in my belly.

His thick finger slipped easily into my pussy. “The little asian slut is enjoying this as well,” he laughed and I heard Sylvia also laugh. “Get us something to eat,” he said, “you can take the panties out of your mouth.”

I rushed to the kitchen, throwing the panties into the dirty clothes hamper in the laundry and started to cook, careful not to burn any of my exposed skin. It was humiliating cooking naked except for my bra, stockings and shoes but it also turned me on so much my head was spinning and my pussy was really squishy.

My White god stopped me when I brought the crockery out to set the table. “Two places only,” he said calmly, “you’ll wait on us and I may let you eat later.”

Face red, I placed the food in front of them after they sat at the small table. “You smell of sex ,” Sylvia said scornfully. “You’re rather stinky. You’ll have to let her wash before you let her into bed,” she said to my white god.

“I might decide she has to sleep in the laundry.” My face burned at both comments and was turning to return to the kitchen when he stopped me.

“We’ll have a bottle of the special red wine and take your bra off, Sylvia hasn’t seen your tits yet.” I removed the bra in the kitchen and found myself massaging my skin to try to remove the strap marks as I wanted to look my best for them. My breasts jiggled when I returned and poured the wine into their glasses.

“She’s rather big for an asian girl,” Sylvia observed, sipping the wine, “the nipples are nice and long.” My hand trembled as I placed more food on the table. “She’s not very well trained though.”

When I returned to clear the table, face red, breasts still jiggling in front of them, nipples erect and my pussy aflame, my White god gestured for me to stand still. “We haven’t been able to find a job for you since you were fired.” Fired, I thought? That’s unfair, I was retrenched, not fired but I didn’t say anything, just stared at the floor. “I’ve decided since you don’t have a job, that during the day you’ll work as husband owned by Sylvia’s husband. You’ll complete all housework here and then present yourself at his office tomorrow by ten. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I said.

Author: jennifer suzuki

I have been a very confused—some might say very conflicted—girl ever since I can remember and I have always lived in a fantasy world of my own making.

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