2 comments/ 38121 views/ 6 favorites African Girl Maid For English Rose Ch. 01 By: sarahscarlettlondonsmith My name is Chiku; I am a beautiful black girl from Africa, Nigeria to be precise. When I was 19 years old, my family moved to England. This was a massive change in culture for a young, attractive African girl. Although educated and very well-versed in English, I had always revered English girls. My ancestors had told me stories of colonial life during the heyday of the 'Great British Empire', so my journey was made with more than a sense of tender trepidation! On arriving, we had so little money that my Mother was compelled to take a job as a domestic maid, working for a quite wealthy English family in the pretentious suburbia of a large City. We resided in what was classed as the inner-city and it consisted mainly of African or other immigrant nationalities. On occasions, I would travel with my Mother to the large, spacious detached house where she worked. I was allowed, albeit moderately, to form a sort of friendship with her mistress' daughter, who was just a month younger than myself. Victoria typified my image of the archetypal English rose: her beautiful, fulsome hair; a pale, slightly freckled complexion and an air of nonchalant superiority, as she gazed down at her new black companion! Her dress was scintillatingly stunning, clearly purchased from an extremely, expensive designer store. It was rather short but emphatically showed off her toned legs! Though she was a small, petite girl, more so than me, her cleavage was more than ample; in fact her breasts were substantially greater and more upright than my own. This instantly brought pangs of jealousy! While my Mother cleaned her Mummy's house, I was allowed to mix with Victoria; though she made sure I treated her with deference. It was crystal clear that I was only the maid's daughter! She was a very spoiled girl, Victoria, even having the temerity to tell my own Mother off in front of me. 'Ewoma, why have you moved my bracelet?' 'Get me a drink!' 'Tidy my room,' These were just a few of her incessant demands. How dare her treat my Mum with such utter derision. It really hurt me, yet I had no choice but to accept the unfortunate circumstance as my Father and older sister had yet to find meaningful employment. Sometimes, however, the English girl was sweet with me and we chatted intimately but in the company of her friends, she became a little prima donna, pouting orders to me as if her I was her maid and insulting me in any way that compounded her mood. In a strange way though, I felt a weird sense of belonging as she bossed and humiliated me. The subtle stare and menacingly foreboding look of this little white brat brought a horrific feeling of nervousness to me as I remembered my ancestors' tales of the lavish, pampered lifestyles of English girls in the Colonies! As time passed, Victoria seemed to become more confident in her ability to boss me and I became more submissive. I always felt as intelligent as her, probably more so and I have no doubt many boys would find me as attractive but I still found myself beginning to worship her and I became accustomed in my role, even though my only reward was one of Victoria's dresses occasionally handed down to me. One glorious June evening, it was the summer ball and Victoria had been invited with a young man she had recently met. She summonsed me to her bedroom to show me her immaculate corseted-dress that she had bought for the evening. After seeing to her hair which she insisted I brush incessantly for at least an hour, I ironed her outfit for the night, while she took a bath, but was slightly aghast, on returning to her room, to find her attire only knickers and bra! This was the first time I had seen her semi-naked and I felt awkward yet found myself glancing admirably at her superbly toned figure. Years of gymnastics had clearly enhanced her physique and her superb, little bottom was any girl's dream. Black girls tend to have a more rounded derriere but hers was utter perfection personified! I eventually fastened up the back of her corset, after several bouts of insults from her, and now her breasts were a stunning picture that would have any man even girl totally pre-occupied. They were so pert and upright and I felt something I had never even remotely experienced before: an uncontrollable lust to caress and suck this white girl's bosoms! I knelt down before her to fasten her exorbitantly priced shoes and became entranced as I glanced up her sexy thighs. The semblance of freckles on the back of her shapely legs compounded her innocence. I too had a well shaped body but black girls lack that air of virginity. We just can't equate to the purest belle of any ball, 'the English rose.' 'Get me a glass of baileys now,' she barked hysterically. It always seemed to send her into an uncontrollable frantic state when she was dressing up for parties--- the pressure to eclipse her companions in fashion and looks. Victoria looked amazing; her gleaming gold jewellery superbly supplementing the beautifully decorated dress! Her handsome boyfriend arrived. 'Chiku, get Timothy a glass of wine,' instructed Victoria. She then introduced me to him, labelling me as her personnal maid! He was clearly impressed and obviously besotted with his girl yet I noticed he cast an eye or two in my direction. I had changed into something rather flaunting that evening, as I also had an evening invitation. My skirt was short and black, with matching low-cut top and black high-heeled shoes. Though incomparable in expense and grandeur to his girlfriend's sensational outfit, I was pleased it still attracted his attention. He was courteous and polite to me, engaging in interesting conversation. This seemed to infuriate Victoria, who promptly ordered me to fetch her bag and makeup, and then dismissed me for the evening. However, despite the white girl's vindictiveness and outright bitchiness, I would often dream about her: the beautiful long naturally blonde locks, her majestic appearance and most of all her perfect complexion, so sexy, so pure! Though my thoughts were usually immersed in fantasies around attractive guys, this girl captivated me totally! Yet she was such a horror at times, a little pampered, preening princess! I didn't have to be her maid; this was the 21st century, not 200 years ago. She treated me like her slave. It was derogatory. Why should I put up with it? One day I would walk away but for now---- As time passed, I would often sleep over at Victoria's house and frequently now, I was allowed to massage her. Usually she wore panties and bra but on one occasion that she called me into her bedroom; she was completely naked, lying face down on her large king-size bed. I was really shocked but my body tingled with excitement and anticipation. I was mesmerized just touching her adorable skin; it felt almost sacred to a black girl. Most Africans, both men and women, could only dream of such an incomparable honour! I always began with an effleurage on her feet than working up the back of her thighs, intensely squeezing the subtle tones of her muscles. It made me embarrassingly wet only this time as I moved upwards to continue kneading her back area, Victoria, in an unusually compassionate voice, asked me to massage her bottom. My heart raced with delirium as I felt her cute little bum and pulled the cheeks rapidly sideways. Victoria had such smooth, silky skin; unblemished, utterly delightful. I then infused the aromatherapy oil into her back and neck area. Normally, then, she would turn over allowing me to continue on the frontal aspects of her legs and arms. Today, though, in her exposed nudeness, I expected her to request her dressing gown but to my wonderful astonishment, this gorgeous goddess turned herself over, leaving me bewitched and bewildered as I pondered my next effleurage! Her fanny was completely shaved and so, so inviting! I wanted desperately to touch her as she lay there motionless. Here was my young, innocent mistress; this cosseted, little English girl, lying before her African maid totally denuded and with such a cute, sweet pussy. It was heavenly--- absolute paradise--- the golden ticket! For the first time, as I stood fully clothed above her, I felt a sense of power over my white mistress! I continued massaging her lower legs, gradually increasing the length of my manoeuvres to incorporate her gleaming thighs. As I rubbed the insides, my hands were so close to her pussy. I felt that Victoria was aroused, as was I, and then almost without any rumination, I began gently stroking her pussy. She said nothing so I continued fingering her. She was unbelievably wet. I played with her clitoris for several minutes then delved deeper thrusting my two foremost fingers forwards, instigating cries of joyous satisfaction for my white miss. I then began to lick her clitoris, sucking and penetrating with my tongue and lips. Black girls are really good with their tongues and our pouting lips know no match! Victoria was wild, frantically flinging her arms upwards to grab the rails of the bed. She was screaming and shrieking with ever-escalating wails and rapidly increasing intenseness! 'Oh Chiku,' she cried, 'Please.' 'Oh-----' then a roar that nearly decimated the whole house. Victoria had experienced her first real orgasm!! I then began sucking her beautiful breasts. They seemed even more complete than ever. I fondled and caressed them. They were magnificent. How could a girl so petite have such impressive bosoms? I idolized them; I probably would have spent the day immersed in them but just then our Mothers returned. Mine had been assisting hers on a shopping expedition. Victoria hastily re-installed her garments and tried to restore calm to her hot, flushed appearance! We repeated our indulgences again, even more enthrallingly, a couple of days later then the following weekend, as we chatted together, Victoria ordered me to remove my clothes. I felt ashamed and quietly declined. 'How dare you disobey me girl,' she shouted, 'You will do as I say, understand me!' 'Yes Miss,' I reluctantly uttered. I stripped down to my lacy red knickers and similar bra, Victoria, also undressed to reveal white designer panties and matching bra top. We stood together. The English girl gave me that haughty gaze then instructed me to remove my knickers and bra. Though I had enjoyed our previous fun, I felt very uneasy about revealing my nudity yet I dared not disobey. Soon, we were both naked; both totally engaging yet totally contrasting! My pussy was very hairy, like the majority of black girls and though my breasts were considerably smaller than Victoria's, my nipples seemed more distinctive. The white girl seemed fascinated by my bottom, as she methodically examined me. She loved being bossy and treating me sub-ordinately though I now felt an urge to teach her a lesson or two! That emotion though was firmly diminished from my thoughts as the white girl ordered me to the floor in unequivocal fashion! I began licking her feet and working upwards but after some time, during which we both became exceedingly wet, she told me to lie down on the bed. I wondered what was next. Maybe she intended to pay back my kindness, massaging and pleasuring me for a change. I heard her rifling through her extensive wardrobe till she obviously had clasped hands on what she was looking for. 'Chiku,' she said, 'Do you worship your little white mistress or resent me? Tell me the truth.' 'Both miss,' I said, feeling scared but trying to be honest. 'I think you have been unnecessarily mean to me yet I absolutely adore you Victoria. Your allure is irresistible to me.' 'I want you to be my maid forever, waiting on me hand and foot, pleasing and pleasuring me whenever I want you. That's what a white princess deserves from her black maid, isn't it?' I was too intimidated to argue. 'Even when we both marry, I want you still to be mine.' 'Yes miss; I'll always be yours Miss Victoria.' She then whipped me several times with one of her many belts. It was almost like a power-crazed gesture showing who was in charge and making sure I complied with her whims and desires. The pain was excruciating but afterwards we hugged and made love. My emotions were all over the place; an abundant mixture of anger, regret, love and contentment! We lay engrossed for what seemed an eternity! The ultimate anomaly- the pureness of the most beautiful, English rose; this rich, spoiled white girl next to the dark, chocolaty complexion of her black maid! African Girl Maid For English Rose Ch. 02 Chapter 02 Chiku And Victoria Evolve As time elapsed, I expanded my education and my confidence evolved. I managed to tear myself away from my demanding English Miss, meeting a nice black boy and resolving to move in together. However, despite my highly impressive honours degree in English Literature, jobs were extremely hard to obtain and we became despondent and disgruntled as money dwindled. My boyfriend's job was poorly paid and we desperately needed a second, supplementing income. One day, my Mother, who was still employed as maid to Victoria's Mother, mentioned that Victoria owned her own house now with her boyfriend and needed a full time maid. I quivered uncontrollably at the thought ------ no way could I work for that spoiled, self-centred girl! I am bright and intelligent. How demeaning it would be! How could I forget the ignominy I had endured in front of her white friends! I said to myself, never, never, never will I slave and wait upon a white girl again! As the weeks then months rattled by, there were still no imminent signs of meaningful employment. I started to feel a strange yearning to see Victoria again. Maybe my submissive nature was taking hold of me! This, coupled with a now mounting monetary problem, enforced me to think deep and hard. Finally, I asked my Mum if the maid's job was available and luckily Victoria had dismissed the last girl only a few days previously so I was granted an interview. I plucked up the courage to call. Apparently, it was a large, detached house with 6 bedrooms and an indoor swimming pool. I realised why she needed a full time maid. As I rang the large, engaging doorbell, my heart was beating fast and furiously then. The door opened and our eyes met! I could see her smug satisfaction that her African girl was back, this time practically begging to be her maid! Victoria looked even more stunning than ever, alluringly attired in an expensive black mini-skirt with matching shoes and an inviting low-cut top. She sported an abundance of exquisite jewellery which radiated the natural beauty of this 'English rose.' There was no semblance of friendship now. I could see that she was putting on airs and graces in front of her handsome companion. This was clearly now going to be strictly an employer/employee relationship. Victoria and her boyfriend sat down as I was made to stand before them. 'You may remember Timothy, we are engaged to be married,' she said. 'Congratulations,' I said. 'You will be required to work 6 days a week, staying over during weekdays. Your duties will be cleaning, ironing, shopping, serving meals and anything else I may require.' 'But Victoria,' I retorted. 'I can't stay. I too live with a boy and he would definitely not allow it.' An incumbent anger engulfed Victoria's face! 'Firstly, you address me as Miss from now on and my boyfriend as Sir and secondly, they are the conditions of employment. Take it or leave it, there are plenty other willing girls.' 'I understand Miss; you will be my first priority.' How had it come to this: - An intellectual, gorgeous black girl having to succumb to this self-indulgent white bitch. Now I had to tell my boyfriend of my new job. What would he think of me serving a white girl's needs? I was scared he may leave me as I would see so little of him. Luckily, though he was far from happy, Duane understood my despairing dilemma and agreed to the arrangement for the time being. Every Monday he would drop me off at 8am and would pick me up usually at 6pm on the Saturday, unless Victoria was having a house party, in which case I would be required to serve food and drink into the evening. The meticulous demands of Victoria made the job absolutely exhausting though when she was out I would often engage in pleasant conversation with her boyfriend. He was so nice; a real English gentleman with exquisite manners and exhilarating conversation. I could see he respected my obvious inner credentials and he seemed fascinated by my contrasting but equally captivating beauty compared to his girl. I saw no harm in occasionally flirting with him, although the ramifications of such risks would be colossal! I think we sympathised with each other's plight. We seemed to have lots in common yet we were both addicted to the mesmerizing aura that was Victoria London-Smith! Although I adored my own beau, I found this handsome English guy so much fun and felt an element of jealousy when he showed Victoria affection. They would often make love sporadically. One evening after I had served dinner and tidied up, I spied through to the living area as they caressed and kissed. Victoria began unbuttoning Timothy's shirt, then unzipping his trousers as his arousal increased. He was an extremely fit man and his prowess personified the pains of his endeavours! Like most sporty people, his appetite for sex was incessant and his penis magnificent in its splendour! I felt a desperate desire to join them both but could only watch for the next hour as they made love. Victoria was the most agile girl imaginable; her manoeuvrability honed by regular sessions with her private gymnastic tutor. The sex was sensational although his large prick seemed too big for her sweet, cute little fanny! Timothy seemed to enjoy it best when Victoria was on top of him, gyrating her sexy arse gradually round and titillating the top of his enormous penis. I felt so horny, so wet, so wanting-------. He then swung her round and lifted her on top of his pulsating member as he sat on the couch. Sex from behind initiated a cry of joyous satisfaction from 'my Miss,' as Timothy pushed and probed with purposeful precision. The English girl's cheeks were red and flushed. She gradually raised her delightful thighs to a squatting position. This brought wails of gratification from Tim. He rubbed her breasts ever-more vigorously; Victoria's nipples were now clearly erect! This position showed the terrific toning in the white girl's legs. She was so subtle and really knew how to please her man! She tantalisingly moved her pussy so that it was touching only the uppermost tip of his penis then began prolonged circular movements, each one greeted by roars of ecstasy and an almost pleading imploration from her man. He was approaching orgasm but she made him wait, with immaculate poise and control! When finally he did cum it was with a multitude of orgasms of ever-increasing magnitude; a series of uncontrollable belches initiated at intermittent intervals. Victoria's pleasure seemed to intensify with her boyfriend's groans and she too entered a frantic state of ecstasy as she approached orgasm. Finally the immaculate climax, as they peaked almost in tandem. They embraced in exhaustion for several minutes before embarrassingly realising I must have heard their unrelenting screams of passion. Victoria was flushed and her clothes creased and crumpled as she ordered me to run her a bath. I saw Timothy and couldn't help but smile cheekily. His response was shy and coy but that night I fantasised about him and his girl pleasuring each other so perfectly. Sometimes I plucked up the courage to engage in a little flirtatious activity with Tim. I desperately wanted to show him how attractive I could look and flash a little flesh, so to speak! One evening Victoria was otherwise engaged at a friend's house. Tim was eating in the dining area of the large kitchen. I hatched a plan, to pretend to be emptying the washing machine, making out I was unaware of his presence. I picked out my finest silk pink panties and delightfully sexy bra and made my way downstairs. I sensed his eyes were embracing me then heard his voice as he gently said 'hello.' I portrayed an element of shock and apologised for my semi-nudity. 'Don't worry Chiku, you look fantastic,' he said. I became more relaxed and assured as we conversed together, purposely flaunting my assets as I tidied the kitchen. I bent down as often as possible to reveal the curves in my bottom and was starting to feel a warped sense of pleasure in playfully portraying myself in front of my mistress' man. 'What if your girlfriend should come back now and saw you studying her maid,' I commented. 'She's a bitch to you Chiku and to me, at times. You are a real beauty too you know, with an additionally pleasant personality.' 'I can't believe you could fancy me, when you have the most gorgeous girl imaginable,' I said. He pinched my bum as I slipped passed him then asked if id like to relax and watch a movie. 'Id love too, I said, 'but I still have a lot of tidying up to do upstairs. Victoria's room is a mess.' He took me by the hand and sat me down on the couch. 'Let me wait on you for a change,' he commanded and he brought me a nice warm drink and some fruit. I couldn't believe this was happening and must confess to feeling a smug satisfaction that I could contort with the white girl's husband-to-be. Anyway she treated me so viciously at times that I thought I deserved a small indulgence! I placed my legs across Tim as we settled down for the movie and he slowly stroked them almost mesmorising me in the process. He tickled my belly and kissed me gently on the neck, talking into my ear. Oh so sweet and gentle! The movie became somewhat secondary. He played with my hair though I couldn't comprehend his fascination. Black girls' hair tends to be coarse and wiry not like the smooth, silky feel of a naturally blonde white girl such as Victoria! Yet Tim clearly found me comparable and I revelled in his adulation. 'Would you mind standing up please Chiku?' he politely requested. 'I want to analyse you a little more thoroughly if you don't mind.' He began squeezing my bottom, slightly displacing my silky panties so he could fully fondle the cheeks of my buttocks. 'I love the shape of arse you black girls possess,' he commented, to my distinctive delight but semblance of shock! Eventually, I turned round and while kneeling on the couch, pulled down my bra and threw my bouncing bosoms in his face. I felt his bounding erection, as he began moderately biting my prominent nipples. 'What magnificence,' he remarked. 'You are so perfect.' I wondered where we were heading and I think Timothy reached a point where he realised there were boundaries. 'I so want you Chiku but I can't go any further. You know Victoria and I just can't.' The sadness in his voice was matched only by my innermost feelings. I desperately wanted this man to fuck me like he had so vehemently fucked his English girl but, with a kiss that seemed to last an eternity, I parted to my room. Over the ensuing days, I felt a wicked sense of delight at having such intimacy with my mistress' man. It was no reflection on the adoration I I felt for my own boyfriend yet this white English boy was a gem and I couldn't help but immerse myself in dreams about him at every free opportunity. Girls are very intuitive though and I felt that Victoria sensed something. One evening, as I brushed her long, beautiful blonde hair, she gazed at me intently, with a look of menacing meaness. I felt extremely uneasy, not knowing where to perpetrate my glaze but making sure I avoided eye contact with my miss. Timothy worked away for long periods and Victoria told me she was taking a holiday with her Mummy - a month's retreat to the Caribbean - but my initial feelings of joy at the thought of some time off were quickly tempered as she informed me that I would be required to accompany her. I later found out my Mother would be travelling as well so the idea of a tropical holiday immediately curtailed any trembling thoughts I had about informing my beligerant beau! A week henceforth, we were in the idyllic setting of St Lucia, its sunshine and warmth a massive contrast to the grey, cold climate of The Mother Country. Although me and my Mum were required to maintain the villa and satisfy the white womens' whims, we still managed to relax considerably more than at home. It was great to have time together with my Mum though of course I was still pre-dominantly Victoria's little plaything! Every day she wore a different bikini, often skimpy and revealing and drew many admiring glances on the exclusive beach. She had quite a number of white female friends on the island as they all regularly holidayed here and one particular day is embedded clearly in my recollections! It was Saturday morning and another blazing, beautiful day in the sun-drenched Caribbean. Me and my Mum made breakfast for our mistresses on the varanda then, after washing and tidying the dishes, we were required to administer a relaxing foot massage as they lay by the pool. 'I'm going to the beach after dinner Mummy,' said Victoria. 'Well don't forget I am visiting an old friend tonight and will probably stay overnight,' said her Mother,' 'Are you taking Ewoma,' Victoria pouted, referring to my Mum. 'As long as you are ok with Chiku,' 'I'll be fine Mummy, Caroline and Samantha are coming to the villa to see me, so that works out perfectly and I think Scarlett and another girl might come too.' 'You are going to be busy tonight Chiku,' Victoria forthrightly uttered. I could see a glint in Victoria's eyes and my body shuddered with an abundant mixture of fear and fantasy as I wondered what the evening had in store. It had been a while since my miss and I had spent a night unhindered by boyfriends and Mothers! Later, as I meticulously ironed Victoria's stunning dress and prepared with diligent delicacy the evening's ravishingly lovely cuisine and Caribbean cocktails, I began feeling a strange yearning for Timothy. I wondered if Victoria missed him too. I allowed myself a wry smile as I pondered our little, naughty escapade and it made the bossiness and cattiness of my white miss a touch easier to tolerate. I sensed that although Victoria still had control and power over me, the pendulum was swinging somewhat. Believe me! That evening any thoughts of equality to my white English rose were banished as far as far away from my thoughts as this black African girl was from her homeland----------------. TO BE CONTINUED!