Black Stenographers Strike Back · Part 2 (2/2)
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It was a slow day, and both Joyce and Ann had permission to take two hours for lunch instead of one, on the pretense of shopping. At twelve noon, they made sure the hallway was empty, and they boarded the elevator for the tenth floor.
Francis was waiting. He had been there for almost twenty frightening minutes. He did not know why he came up so early – he just did. He had not been able to concentrate on his work since Ann had spoken to him that morning. He wished that she was coming alone instead of with the other girl, but he had nothing to say about it, one way or the other.
The tenth floor was empty space, cold, dark, and deserted. The bathroom was about eighty feet from the elevator doors, and Francis was standing outside of it waiting for the elevator light to blink red. He knew that his heart was going to leap into his throat once it did. He had peeked into the bathroom earlier. It was definitely a ladies room, still usable, still quite fashionable. There were five stalls. Four were still functional, but the last one, near the window, was empty. The toilet had been removed, but the pipes still remained in the cold tile floor.
The red light blinked. He jumped. His eyes stared as the doors slowly parted, and then he saw Ann and Joyce walking toward him. They were so big. Not fat – in fact they were lean and shapely. But tall. And feminine. In high heels they both had a good six inches on him.
Francis was very slim, and hardly five feet nine inches tall. As they got closer, he felt their eyes looking more and more down at him instead of at him. "Well, I see that you're punctual, Francis. That's good. Do you know Joyce? No? Well, Joyce, say hello to Francis. He's going to keep our toilets nice and clean for us."
Both girls could see how scared he was, and this only increased their anticipation of what they were planning to do. Francis had to follow them into the sunlit tile-covered room. He stood there very red faced as Ann opened on of the stall doors. She called him over, pointing to the bowl, where inside the water lay quietly.
"Now, Francis, I want these bowls to be spotless. No stains, no marks, just sparkling white porcelain. And get some of those blue disinfectant things that go into the tank. Oh darn, I have to pee. Hold on for minute, Francis." He was standing just inside the cubicle, and Joyce was right behind him. Ann began to lift her skirt, and he started to turn away. "Relax, Francis, you can watch. We're friends, aren't we? There is no need for you to be shy with Joyce and me, is there?"
She pulled her pink lace panties down to her knees and sat on the cold seat, spreading her legs with her dress up around her hips. Francis tried to look away, but his eyes were drawn to the black pussy on display. Joyce was soaking her panties with tiny orgasms. "Hey, Francis, your eyes are going to burn a hole in my pussy. Is this the first pussy you ever saw?" He got redder and redder. He could not speak. "Hey, are you a virgin? Well, I'll be damned, you are a virgin."
She had wiped herself, and was pulling her panties up, dropping her skirt down over her shapely legs. Then she pointed to the window. "I want that window cleaned inside and out, so that there is plenty of natural sunlight in here all the time. And these basins – get the stains out and keep them spotless." Now came the moment that Ann and Joyce had worried so much about. The test. Was Francis really putty in their hands? First came the simple test, and if it worked, then came the rest of the plan.
Ann turned to Francis, while Joyce stood just to his left. They both towered over him, and his back was against the cold tiled wall. "I am being nice to you today, Francis, because you are new, but if you fuck up any of these chores, do you know what I'm going to do to you?"
Francis shuddered visibly. His eyes could not find any way to avoid both women, who were staring at him intently. His voice sounded girlish as he replied that he did not know.
Ann gently ran her fingers through his thick black hair, then closed her fingers and pulled upward until he was standing on tiptoe before her. She brought her face close to his, until their noses were touching. "If you fuck up, Francis, Joyce and I are going to whip your lily white ass until you can't stand up. Do you understand? Good, but don't just say 'yes'. Say 'Yes, Mistress Ann' or 'Yes, Mistress Joyce'. Now do you understand? That's a good boy. I think Joyce and I are going to be very pleased with you. Yes, I do."
She was still pulling upward on his hair, and he just sort of hung there on tiptoe staring helplessly into her eyes. The tears of humiliation were hiding just beyond his eyelids. Joyce wanted to join in, but there was no room for her, so she just stood there to his left, enjoying this erotic scene ecstatically. "Now, Francis, how do we know that you'll be all of the things that we want you to be? You can just tell us you will be, but once I release you, you may just be lying to us. I know you'll say that you aren't, but how do we know for sure? I say we give you a little test right now, and if you pass it, the we'll know that you'll be a good obedient slave for us, okay, Francis?"
His hair felt as if it was coming out by the roots. He had no choice but to agree, and he answered, "Yes, Mistress Ann." She was delighted. "You remembered to address us properly. I really am proud of you already, Francis. Aren't you, Joyce?"
Now she pulled harder, and he whimpered babylike. "Before we start testing you, Francis, I think it's only fair to tell you what Joyce and I are like when we get pissed off. If you could see us when we lose our tempers, you would be so scared that you would run out of the room. Do you get my meaning, Francis? When we test you now, I think that the wisest thing for you to do is to obey us immediately, or else you get to see our bad sides. But I'm not worried about you, Francis. You've been doing fine so far."
Now Ann released him, and she and Joyce walked over to the bathroom door, and stood there, blocking it. Francis ran his fingers through his scalp to soothe the painful tingling. He then looked at the two determined black girls, wondering what was coming next. He knew that he intended to pass their test no matter what it was. He knew that they were alone up on this deserted floor, with the nearest person three reinforced concrete floors below. He was terrified of Ann. To disobey her might mean real harm, while obedience meant that she would be pleased with him.
He was sure that the test would be something like cleaning a sink or a toilet, and he intended to make it spotless. All of his cleaning supplies were just outside the door.
"Francis?" He looked at Ann, who was smiling. "Yes, Mistress Ann?" She stared hard, hoping he would realize what trouble he was in if he failed to obey her NOW. "Take off all of your clothes, Francis!"
The words reached his ears, then his brain. He looked at her quizzically. Then fear set in. Strip? Had he heard her correctly? "You're not obeying me, Francis," she warned. Why his clothes? Did she mean all of them? She was looking very mean now, and so was Joyce. He started to unbutton his shirt. His fingers trembled so hard he could hardly undo each button. "You're very slow, Francis. I hope I can control my temper with you."
He laid the shirt on the basin. What should he take off next? He had to do something. He bent over and then removed his shoes and his socks. Now, he hesitated. "Francis, I was very happy with you a few minutes ago. You addressed us correctly, and Joyce and I thought we had a nice warm friendship started. But we are getting angry now, and in a minute your ass is going to be very sorry that you fucked up the way you are doing now. I am going to warn you for the last time, and I do hope you listen to me. Get your clothes off NOW, Francis!"
Her voice had changed drastically. There was no smile. Her girl friend looked extremely angry. He dreaded removing any more clothing in this brightly sunlit bathroom in front of these two dominant black girls, but what could he do? He was afraid not to obey her.
He tugged his tee shirt over his head. He felt so naked already. His pale chest was almost totally hairless. His hands went to his belt buckle. He could not look at either of them as he slid his trousers down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Now, his eyes stayed on the cold floor while his hands seemed to be hiding the crotch of his white jockey shorts. "Francis!" Her voice was deadly warning. He slid the shorts to his ankles and stepped out of them. Now he covered his nakedness with his hands, not daring to look at either of them.
Joyce shook Ann's hand and whispered in her ear. "Lady, you were right all this time, weren't you?" Ann smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek. They both studied this nude honky youth cringing before them. Frank had not noticed the bag in Joyce's hands when the two women had arrived. Ann directed him to the last stall, the one near the window. The one with no toilet in it. After he entered, she told him to turn around and face the stall door, which he did. She liked his ass as he walked into the stall.
Ann reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of pink lace panties. She handed them to Francis. "Put these on. A proper slave must be properly dressed in his pretty panties." Francis looked at the floor as he pulled the lacy panties up his legs and into place.
"Now, Francis, have you ever eaten a pussy?" His eyes bulged in his head. He could not believe that this was really happening to him. Afternoon – most of the world at work or at lunch, and here he was, dressed only in lacy girl's panties in this deserted bathroom with two extremely dominant black women. And now one was going to tell him to do something he had read about, but never even came close to doing.
"Now, you get down on your knees, right here in front of me." He did. His knees were between the rdmaining floor pipes from the removed toilet. He stared straight ahead at her waist. He saw her dress being raised, then her pale pink panties being slowly pushed down over the lush full hips. Then he saw her pussy, close up, inches from his eyes. He saw her long legs spread as she parted her high heeled feet. "Now, Francis dear, you are going to eat my cunt. Just let your head follow my hand."
The hand gathered his hair in once again, but not viciously like before. His head was bent backwards, and then drawn in. The warm full thighs closed over his cheeks and ears. The forest of kinky black hair was pressing against his face.
"Okay, slave, start licking." He instantly obeyed the command high above him. As his tongue worked feverishly to please her, the strong thighs tightened, painfully so, and unnecessarily so. Then he felt something next to him. It must be the other girl, he thought, but why was she squeezing into the stall too? He kept working on the slick lips of Ann's cunt. His neck hurt from the angle she had forced it into.
Something was happening to his wrist. A rope was being tied to it. He started to move, but the legs clamped even tighter, and he could hardly breathe. Then another rope was tied to his other wrist. Suddenly, Ann backed away, and Joyce, too, stood up and left the stall. Francis stared at them. Then he realized that his hands were held to his sides, right at the floor. He looked down to see ropes going from his wrists to the old pipes in the floor.
Now he was terrified. "Please, lady…. I mean, Mistress Ann, why are you doing this to me? I tried to be like you told me to be, and I will do anything you say, but these ropes are scary." Ann leaned over and lifted his chin up so his eyes met hers. "Do you have any idea why you are tied up in this particular position in this particular place? The deserted bathroom with the missing toilet?" She looked right into his eyes. "You're a toilet now, Francis, our toilet. Me and Joyce are going to use you instead of these cold seats in these other stalls. You don't understand, do you? Joyce, get behind him. Now, you just watch, Francis, okay?"
He had no idea what she was talking about. He felt Joyce working her long body behind him, and then Ann took the hem of her dress and raised it to her waist. Her panties slid down her hips seductively. But her black forest disappeared from view as she turned her back to him, presenting a voluptuous pair of shapely ass cheeks. Then Joyce grabbed his hair, and his head was tilted back until he was staring at the ceiling. Now the shapely ass began to settle downward toward his helpless face.
As the darkness closed in as Ann's ass cheeks enveloped his face, he heard her voice. "If you want to get out of here, Francis, then I'd advise you to open your mouth real wide and take everything that I give you. And swallow it." His mouth opened like a robot. He did not understand even yet what was happening. The hand pulling his hair was brutal. The soft fleshy cheeks settled on his face, getting heavier and heavier as she sat on his face.
Then Ann farted, a long slow, juice-producing fart, and both women laughed very vulgarly as the thick ass slime settled into his mouth. Her ass was pressed so tightly to his mouth that he did not even smell it. Ann shifted her ass back, pressing her thick moist pussy against his lips. Then the flood came, a torrent of hot golden piss. It filled his mouth, and before he could swallow, it was running down his chin and dribbling on his chest. He swallowed repeatedly. Ann pissed in his mouth for what seemed like hours. She must have been holding it all day. Then Ann shifted her ass back again, and something soft and warm touched his lips. It was like a spoiled banana and very slippery and moist.
It slid into the cavity of his mouth, and grew. Oh god, it was a turd. He tried to yell out, but the probing softness slid to the back of his throat and he had to swallow. Ann's long, slippery turd slid continuously down his throat until her ass closed around the end of it. Francis felt the tapered end slide down his throat and into his stomach.
"Very good, Francis, but you're not done yet. Lick my asshole clean. After all, you're my toilet paper now too, ain't you? Hey, Joyce, have you got dessert for our hungry little toilet?"
After Francis licked her asshole and pussy shining clean, Ann was up and dressed in seconds. Then she was behind him and his head was tilted back again as Joyce's shapely black ass spread over his wide-open mouth. As Joyce pushed long hot turds from her ass, she also had repeated orgasms. She was moaning loudly and Ann was laughing at her aroused state. "Hey Joyce, you don't act like that when you're in bed with me!" Now they both laughed as Francis struggled to swallow the thick wet turds sliding out of Joyce's pink asshole. He had to swallow so fast he felt sick, but each time the urge was suppressed by a fat slimy turd sliding down his throat.
After Joyce finished, both girls fixed their makeup in the mirror over the basins and straightened out their clothes. Francis just knelt there waiting to be untied. His greatest shock was yet to come.
"Hey, Joyce, do you want to tell our slave what we're going to do with him?" Joyce was delighted. "You aren't going anywhere, Francis baby. This is your new home. You're our toilet now." Then they left, and Francis knelt there in his pink lace panties, tugging at the ropes and getting nowhere. It got dark. No sounds could be heard. The bathroom got cold. He cried, he yelled, and soon he slept from sheer exhaustion. He was awakened by Joyce, who was coming in to work.
"Open up, baby cakes, Mommy has to piss." He felt the hot golden spray blast from her cunt against the back of his throat. "Swallow it all, pig, or I'll personally break your balls." He drank every drop of Joyce's hot piss and licked her pussy clean. At lunchtime, Ann came in and forced two huge, shining wet turds into his mouth. As he licked her empty asshole clean, she noticed tears on his cheeks.
"Hey, Francis, why the tears? You're very lucky, you know that? Joyce and me are going to keep you here until the magazine closes, and then we're taking you to live with us. You're going to be our maid and our toilet. We bought a big old house, and we're going to fix up a special room just for you. You'll have lots of nice lacy panties and bras to wear under your maid's uniform. And high heels, too. So you shouldn't be crying. By the way, I got a key to the main doors, and I'll be back later tonight with a dress for you, and a black guy. I'm not into guys, but I owe a favor, and this guy loves fucking virgins up the ass, so you're it, Francis."
Francis was crying as night settled in the window. The cold tile was rough on his knees. How long would this go on? Then he heard voices, and Ann appeared with a huge black guy in African robes. Ann held a bag containing lacy lingerie and had a short black maid's uniform over her arm. The black man opened his trousers to reveal a cock at least fourteen inches long. Tears streamed down Francis' face.
Black Stenographers Strike Back · Part 2 (2/2)
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