Foreword
"Don't you understand, you dumb little bitch, you all belong to me," the tall, lithe black woman laughed. "Who do you think is running this show, anyway?"
The sixteen-year-old white girl shivered in her thigh-high nightgown, her soft, creamy flesh damp with the sweat of excitement and fear. She was leaning against the dresser in her bedroom, nearly paralyzed with shock and horror.
The black woman approached her slowly, her own body covered by a ruby-red satin robe, that hardly concealed her luscious charms at all. The white girl could see her dark, round breasts rising and falling against the robe, as the woman drew near.
"You... you must be crazy," the girl gasped, her eyes darting back and forth across the room like a frightened animal's.
The black woman reached the spot where she was standing and leaned forward, hooking her fingers in the neckline of the girl's gown. With one swift, measured pull she stripped it from the teenager's innocent frame, baring her blossoming flesh completely.
"Little white dove, you can't resist me," she chuckled coolly, cupping one of her elegant, fine-boned hands over a tiny, quivering breast. "Nobody can, nobody."
The girl moaned, the electric sparks of pleasure suddenly racing through her flesh, making her loins throb, savagely. She felt the black woman's free hand slithering over her cunt mound and she shuddered, unable to turn her head away, from the pair of lips that were greedily seeking her own.