Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders Ch. 05

"Just look at your daughter here, she resisted at first, but now she's become the perfect white subby bitch, aren't you princes?"

With half closed eyes Mrs Lowentien heard her daughter's reply "Yes my Queen, I am your white subby bitch."

"You see? I own your prissy daughter. Her white ass now belongs to me. Isn't that lovely?"

"YESSSSS" The reply managed to shock to tormented mother. Did she not care for her daughter anymore? Did she really find it "Lovely" that her aspiring young daughter was now a slave to a low class girl?

The truth of the matter was that because of Trish's incessant pussy rubbing, Cindy would have said anything the young Black Mistress wanted. She needed the attention she was getting, in fact craved it. If only Trish would.....

"Please....."

"Please what Mrs Lowenstien?"

"Please stick it....inside.

"Stick it inside where Mrs Lowenstien?"

"Please stick it inside my.....inside my...."

Trish giggled at the sight of a horny, middle aged wealthy white woman begging to have a stick shoved up her sopping wet cunt, yet too embarrassed to fully admit it. But Trish had other plans at the moment, and they included whipping every one of those voluminous, motherly curves.

Mrs Lowentien moaned pathetically as Trish removed her ridding crop from her sex. Her wealthy, snobbish lifestyle meaning nothing compared to the frustrating need for satisfaction. Cindy hardly objected when she felt her daughter's hands lifting her arms to the ropes above. Hardly even realized the full implications of getting her wrists tied tight, her body stretched and exposed to the black teen coming about, with the wicked crop in her clutches.

"So Mrs Lowenstien, what's the name of this black servant of yours?"

Cindy hesitated for a moment, feeling the crop caressing her body.

"Lola! Her name is Lola."

"Ah, Lola. A very nice sounding name, almost too good for a maid don't you think?"

Cindy didn't respond, still too focused on the caressing stick.

(WHACK) Cindy's ass went on fire as the sting registered in her brain, causing her to cry out.

"ANSWER ME!"

"Yes yes, too good of a name!"

Amber, I don't think your mother is paying proper attention. Go and play with her horny nipples for her."

Cindy immediately started feeling regretful as she watched her daughter rise and walk in front of her. No! She didn't want it to be her daughter hurting her. Not her little princess.

(WHACK) As Trish connected another painful sting to the rich mother's pale cheeks, Amber reached up and wrapped her fingers around her mother's rock hard nipples. Both mother and daughter stared into each other's eyes, with Cindy's pleading for Amber not to do it, Amber almost regretful that she had to.

A cry of pain escaped the lips of Mrs Lowenstien as Amber squeezed her fingers hard together. The mother was powerless to stop the attack while her daughter relentlessly pinched and twisted her mother's poor nipples. The whole time, neither women looked away from each other's eyes.

(WHACK)

"So Mrs Lowentien, when you go back home today, who is going to be the new Mistress of the house?"

Cindy bit her lower lip. She knew what Trish was expecting her to say, and she so badly wanted to say it, but....but....

(WHACK)

"I said, who will be the new Mistress of the Lowentien home?"

"Mmmm....my....mmmmaid.....Lola"

(WHACK)

"And who'll be the new servant of the house?"

"I.....I WILL"

(WHACK) This hit against her soar buttocks was the hardest yet. With her daughter still abusing her nipples, the Cindy's body was quickly becoming overwhelmed. She could feel the pulsing of her cunt.

"Who will be doing all the cleaning from now on?"

"I WILL"

(WHACK)

"Who will be cooking all the meals?"

"I WILL"

(WHACK)

"Who will be washing all the dirty panties?"

"I WILL"

(WHACK)

"Who will be spending all her free time kissing her Black Mistress's Feet?"

"I WILL"

(WHACK)

Suddenly Trish moved the crop between the trembling mother's thighs from behind. Cindy was so close to the edge now. Even a slight breeze of air against her lips would send her off.

"So Mrs Lowenstien, who will become the best stupid white subby bitch to her former Black Maid?"

Cindy gulped before fully surrendering, "I WILL!"

(WHACK)

With an un-Earthly scream, Mrs Lowentien's body burst like a dam. Her body shaking uncontrollably as her whipped pussy violently convulsed, freely releasing copious amounts of female juice. With Amber still grasping her mother's nipples, Cindy's body bucked wildly on the ropes for what seemed like hours, before finally becoming limp.

Releasing her bonds, Cindy collapsed to the floor still moaning and cumming at the feet of a black woman. A place she never thought she'd ever be, and a place where she'd be staying for a long long time.

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Mrs Lowentien watched as the young male studs did there pre-game exercises. Running, stretching, and generally goofing off as fans filled the stands. Cindy really wasn't even sure why she was here. She had never been very interested in seeing football games, or rarely attended her daughter's cheerleading practices. She just had so many other activities that required her presence.

That was of course before she had met Trish. Now those activities seemed less and less important in her life. Last night Trish had ordered the wealthy woman to attend the game, saying she would witness a very special cheerleading performance.

This of course caused her to cancel yet another significant social engagement today, which she had been planning on attending for some time now. Yet she had learned well enough by now not to question a black woman's command. Her new Mistress Lola had ensured that.

Cindy resisted the erg to sit down as long as she could. She had come to the game straight off a fresh paddling. Apparently, her maid training had hit a few bumps with her Mistress and was punished accordingly. But regretfully, she soon took her seat before there wasn't any room left.

"Are you ok?"

Cindy turned to look at the woman sitting next to her. The woman had obviously seen the look of discomfort on her face when she rested her sore bottom on the bleacher seat.

"Ah, yes I am fine thank you." Mrs Lowenstien did her best to look sincere.

"No problem, you just looked like you were in pain. These seats are a bit hard on the backside. So which boy is yours?"

"Boy? What do you mean?"

"Do you have a son playing in the game?"

"Well no actually, I'm here to watch my daughter. She's one of the cheerleaders."

"Oh really? What's her name?"

"Amber"

"Amber! Wow, you really have a beautiful daughter. I've seen her cheer before, she's fantastic. Wasn't she once the captain of the squad?"

Cindy momentarily looked away in disappointment, especially knowing the real reason why.

The woman held her hand out, "My name is Mary Struat."

Cindy smiled at the woman and shook her hand "I'm Cindy Lowenstien." Both women smiled mutually.

"To be honest with you Cindy, I'm not here to watch the football game either. I'm very interested in watching the cheerleaders."

Mrs Lowenstien gave her a quizzical look. Mary laughed when she saw the expression on the mother's face.

"No no, not in THAT way. I'm actually a high school cheerleading coach myself. I'm here to scout the competition. I've heard great things from this squad. Too great actually. You see at the end of each year, the City Cheerleading Association awards the best squad with a trophy. Usually the race comes down to between Jessica and I."

Cindy again looked confused "Jessica?"

"You know, Jessica Simons! She's the Coach of your daughter's squad."

Cindy made a fake expression of realization. But the truth of the matter was that she really had no clue who Jessica Simons was, never mind the fact that she was her daughter's Coach.

"Any way, usually it's her and I who have the best squad year in and year out. We've actually gotten to have quite a bit of a rivalry going between us."

"So who's going to win it this year?"

"That's what I'm here to find out. Apparently Jessica's added a few new girls into the group that has really catapulted her squad to the top. I need to see what my girls are up against."

Almost on cue, the cheerleaders came rushing out onto the field from the locker rooms. Instantly both women were taken aback by just how many black girls were on the squad, roughly half. Its known black girls are rarely seen on cheerleading squads, so half was really unique.

"Wow, I had no idea Jessica had made such a significant change. Last year she didn't have a single black girl."

"Is it really such a big deal? Do they really improve the squads?" Cindy wondered out loud.

"Well from my experiences, black girls do tend to be a little more athletic. But their authoritative attitudes can get really annoying. I have two on my squad to keep the school board happy, but HALF? That's almost like cheating."

They continued to watch as the girls moved closer to the stands. Cindy could immediately make out Amber. She was as pretty as always, running in her form fitting uniform. But the mother couldn't help but remember where that pretty little face had been not too long ago. Between the legs of the equally beautiful black teenage girl running near her.

"I believe the girl next to your daughter is the new captain. I've heard she's very good."

Cindy's tingling cunt spoke of the stinging pain it had once received. "Yes, she's very good indeed." Mary could just catch a hint of embarrassment on her new friend's face.

"I wonder where Jessica is? She usually always accompanies her girls out onto the fields...." Suddenly a look of complete shock overcame the coach. "Oh my GOSH! IS THAT...HER?"

Mrs Lowenstien quickly looked back at the squad, which had by now assembled in front of the stands. For a moment, Cindy was unsure what Mary had been referring to. All she could see were cheerleaders. White ones, black ones, tall ones, short ones, and...and....

She almost had to do a double take before believing her own eyes. Standing in the middle of the squad was what appeared to be a middle aged white woman, dressed up in full cheerleading garb, and looking utterly humiliated. The uniform, obviously too small for her larger frame, stretching humorously across her chest, while barely covering her upper thighs.

The men for the most part hardly took notice, choosing instead to whistle at the teens in skimpy uniforms. But Cindy clearly could hear the women around her giggling as they took noticed of the spectacle. It quickly spread until most were pointing and laughing.

"What on earth is she doing?" Said an amused, yet still flabbergasted rival coach.

Cindy continued to closely analyze the woman, who despite looking embarrassed beyond belief, still managed to maintain a perky bright smile like the rest of the cheerleaders. What ever the reason for being dressed like that, the woman was apparently taking the act very seriously.

In a few moments the football game began and everybody seemed to calm down as they paid attention to the game. Yet it didn't take long for their eyes to quickly revert back to the spectacle closer to them. Both Cindy and Mary's eyes became riveted on the older cheerleader as she did her best to follow along with the younger girls. It almost became comical watching her struggle to keep her large breasts from bouncing obscenely in her tight top, threatening to pop out at any moment.

But the scandal had just begun. When the girls began to do more physical exercises, a new wave of shock hit the crowd. As different girls twirled and jumped, it was quickly becoming obvious that none of the white girl's had any panties on.

Tone white legs framed the pink on display as men hooted and whistled, while the women bitterly hissed, expressing their extreme disapproval.

As un-usual as the performance was, none of the girls seemed to act as if anything was out of the ordinary. White girls continued their routines unabated, despite the fact that their intimate sexes could be seen by all. While the black girls did seem to have their regulation cheerleading panties on, they to didn't seemed to be bothered by the exhibitionist display of their white counterparts.

A few weeks ago, Mrs Lowenstien would have dropped dead from watching her daughter so shamelessly display herself like this in public. Of course that was when she had sat firmly atop the social standings of the community. Back when she had been married to a successful businessman. Back when she was the wealthy, respected, mother of an aspiring young daughter.

And on the outside none of that had changed. She was still well respected, still envied of her marriage, and still had a beautiful daughter. But on the inside, so much had change in such a short period of time. She had witnessed first hand her daughter's submissive service to a low class black girl. She had allowed the same black girl to dominate her mind, body, and soul. And then shockingly agreed to switch roles with her own servant, and is now the maid of her own home, serving Lola in every way. Cindy looked down at her dirty fingernails and wanted to weep, despite the itch in her cunt.

However, the woman sitting beside the distraught mother was thinking quite different thoughts. With a growing evil smile, Mary took in the whole circus going on before her. Never had she in a millions years dreamed of something like this happening. Her arch coaching rival performing like some teenage cheerleader, seemingly humiliating herself for no apparent reason.

Mary had come here very worried, expecting full well that she'd lose this years Cheerleading Award to her despised rival. But now, as she watched Miss Simons foolishly prance around, exposing herself, she knew she'd be the one winning when she was through with her.

The rest of the game pretty much went the same. Despite the occasional breast pop out of Miss Simons, nothing else surprising took place. Except at the end of the game of course.

While most of the women in the stands had calmed their hissing and taunting down to mild bitterness, the men and young boys never let up in their excitement. So it was really of no surprise when one by one, a black cheerleader would lead a reluctant white cheerleader off to the side fences where the local boys seemed to be gathering. At first it was difficult to see what was going on. The fence, being off to the side, made it hard for most spectators to witness. But soon it became apparent to both Cindy and Mary what was going on.

One by one, a black teen would present a white girl in front of the fence, and while standing behind her, would unceremoniously peel back the uniform top of the white girl, exposing the pale breasts beneath to the hungry hands.

From behind, Cindy could clearly see Trish presenting Amber to a group of boys, who jousted for position as Trish lifted the top. Mrs Lowenstien felt numb watching her daughter get fondled in public by strangers.

Miss Simons was no exception as a young looking black girl guided the heavy footed older woman to the fences, where her large orbs where displayed as well. Mary could just see the grimiced look on the face of her rival as an older man gave them a hard squeeze. Not finished with her task, the black teen took hold of the front of Miss Simons' skirt and lifted it up as well, allowing full access to the flesh that lay beneath there.

Having seen enough, Mrs Lowenstien rose to say goodbye to Mary. Then she hurriedly made her way to the Mercedes. Her Mistress was expecting her home shortly, and she still had plenty of cleaning left to do.

Mary on the other hand continued to watch with excitement at the never ending spectacle. She just couldn't believe her luck. No longer was she preoccupied with thinking how to best her rival. Instead she was thinking up all the delicious ways she could take full advantage of her rival's stupidity. And the ones she came up with made her smile.

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Miss Simons meekly followed behind Sasha as they exited the field. Her tender breasts aching under the tight fitting top due to all the pinching and squeezing. This easily reminded her of the time she had scolded Trish for encouraging this type of shameful displaying.

Now she had willingly allowed her own white breasts to be revealed, to be manhandled by complete strangers, as well as having their nasty fingers probe and prod her sex. Gosh she needed a shower.

But it was all over, at least for now. For weeks she had dreaded the day of her first real performance. The day she'd have to face the world and perform as Trish's newest "Little White Cheerleader".

But she had done it. She had proven to Trish that she could, at least she hoped she did. Never the less it was over for now. She didn't have to hide her eyes from all those women shaming her, or all those men salivating at the older slut with no panties. Yes indeed it all had been very embarrassing.

Back inside the locker room all the girls had begun undressing for the showers. Miss Simons couldn't help but stare longfully at Trish as she pealed off her uniform, revealing her sweaty dark statue-esc body before strolling into the showers. The former coach no longer challenged the notion of Natural Dominance. She now knew her place as a white woman serving a black. She had fully accepted it. She wanted nothing more than to become Trish's slave. To be down on her knees worshiping those feet, kissing those strong black legs, planting her tongue deep into her Mistress's round ass.

But that job was Amber's. Pretty white Amber. Miss Simons found herself getting jealous and angry at the attention Trish gave Amber over herself, but she knew why. There was no way she could compete with the white teen. Her toned body looked almost as good as Trish's, only it wasn't black. Never the less her long blond hair, perky tits, and athletic build was more than anything the middle aged former coach could compare to.

And as proof to that, Miss Simons took note of the new tattoo present on Amber's ass as she disappeared behind Trish into the misty showers. Written in small but decorative letters on her upper left cheek were the words "Trish's Property".

With a slight sigh, Miss Simons removed her uniform and followed Sasha into the showers where she began her now regular chore of lathering up the young girl's black body. Rubbing her shoulders, then her back, followed by the light washing of her small pert breasts and belly. The hardening dark nipples spoke of Sasha's growing excitement. As Miss Simons kneeled to the floor to wash Sasha's legs, it was becoming obvious Sasha wanted something more than a simple cleaning.

"Hmmmm, good coachy. Rub my soar legs, that feels soooo good."

Miss Simons continued to message her partner's thighs as commanded, hoping it would be enough to satisfy the young girl. She should have known better.

"But you know what would feel even better don't you?"

Miss Simons didn't answer, knowing full well where she was going with this.

"You did a most excellent job on my puss last time. I wonder if that looong pink tongue of yours is still numb?"

Again the coach didn't speak, only shaking her head no slightly as she began washing the girl's strong calves.

"Great to hear. I think I might just be using it again today after the showers. How does my coachy feel about that?"

Miss Simons looked up at the young black girl with worried eyes. "Please, no Sasha...I....I can't. Not again."

Sasha simply smilled back at her. "Don't give me any of that silly. I saw perfectly well what you were doing after you finished licking me last time. You couldn't rub that clitty of yours fast enough."

Miss Simons gasped as she felt Sasha's big toe pressing into her sex, scratching her clit. She had lifted her right foot between the knelling thighs of the older woman. Miss Simons couldn't help but let out a low moan as she closed her eyes and found herself rubbing her hips back.