“Lift your skirt, Fifi,” my dominant Mistress Bella said, “and show our guest your pretty pink panties.” I wished I were dead, but I did it. Luckily the skirt on my uniform was so short that I had no trouble flicking it up to expose my pink-clad bottom. Cal clicked his tongue and reached forward to play with my buttocks. He slipped his black hand down inside the waistband of my panties and caressed my ass as he sensuously circled my sensitive rosebud and then gently slipped a long black finger up inside me as I gave out a little gasp and instinctively pushed back against him.
I felt so humiliated as my face turned a crimson red with embarrassment at my shameful willingness to be treated like this. Since my private and secret experimentation with my own fingers had unleashed in me a surprisingly erotic desire for the pleasure of this type of play, I could not avoid nor deny being aroused as he worked two fingers and then three in and out of my now very sensitive, tight, white little asshole as he gauged my sensual responses to his bold intrusions.
“Hey, that’s real pretty, Bella,” he laughed as he pulled his hand back out of my panties. “My God, she’s a virgin, isn’t she? She’s so tight and responds so eagerly, doesn’t she?”Bella laughed too. “Yes, Baby, but you’ll need to go slow with her. She hasn’t even seen a black cock. Not a stiff one at any rate. Have you, honey?” I lowered my skirt and turned around, “No, Mistress.”