3 comments/ 39917 views/ 13 favorites Learning Accountability By: JerseyGirlBcom Charlotte rolled her crystal blue eyes as she snapped the gum in her mouth while her mother lectured her. With a heavy sigh, she tossed the platinum extensions over her shoulder before crossing her arms over her perky 34 B breasts. "Your father and I cannot keep bailing you out of trouble. You have to learn responsibility." Charlotte had gotten into a pretty serious fender bender the night before. She had been driving her mother's Cadillac and rear-ended a woman in a Honda causing thousands of dollars of damage to the two cars. Charlotte was able to talk the woman out of calling the cops and they exchanged information. Charlotte had been stoned at the time and really didn't want to get busted for possession or driving under the influence. The woman had taken the plate down and despite giving her false information; she had been able to find Charlotte. The woman was threatening to go to the police to claim Charlotte had fled the scene of an accident. To placate the woman, her mother had agreed to meet up with her at the coffee shop to discuss paying for the repairs to the woman's car. Her mother had told Charlotte that she had to come to learn responsibility, to make it right for ruining the woman's car. Charlotte pulled out her iPhone and began texting her friends about how lame it was that her mother was messing up her Saturday. She gasped when her mother snatched the phone out of her hands. "Hey!" "No hey! You need to grow up! You are twenty-three for Christ's sake Charlotte! You need to be more responsible." "That's my phone! And I am twenty-three you can't just take my phone." "I can so. I pay for this. It's time for you to learn rules and limits." Charlotte rolled her eyes. Every time she got in trouble her mother talked about limits and rules. She tried to ground or punish Charlotte but it didn't last. She was never around long enough to enforce the punishments. It usually took Charlotte a day or two to figure out how to get off punishment. As she turned her head, Charlotte saw the woman approaching them. She was tall, dark skinned, with large, black, spiral curls sprouting from her head. It wasn't quite an afro, but it was close. The woman was voluptuous with an exaggerated hourglass figure accentuated by the form fitting colorful outfit she wore. The woman narrowed her large dark brown eyes at Charlotte and approached her and her mother with determination. Charlotte's mother rose as the woman stopped at the table. "I'm Nancy. Nancy Schumacher. I am so sorry for what Charlotte did. I assure you we did not raise her that way." The woman's eyes went from her mother to Charlotte, who was still seated, and back to her mother. The woman's face softened as she shook Nancy's hand. "I'm sure you didn't. I am Sasha." The woman took a seat and glared at Charlotte. "Charlotte." Her mother scolded. Charlotte returned the heated gaze. "Hi." "I don't think we need to get the police involved if we don't have to. My husband and I are more than willing to pay for the repairs to your car." The woman tilted her head and eyed Charlotte's mother as she took out her check book. "Just tell me the amount and we will get this all straight. My daughter, she has been a hellion since she was young. Very rebellious I am sure you understand." "Oh yes. My kids were the same way. You gotta' nip that in the bud so it don't get out of control when they get grown." Nancy's eyes stayed on the check as she began to make it out. "How much damage did she do?" "Six thousand three hundred and forty seven dollars." Nancy nodded. "Should I make it out to cash?" "You can but, I have another idea." Nancy lowered her pen and looked up at the woman. "Another idea?" Sasha nodded. Charlotte leaned forward at the mention of another idea. What did this woman have in mind? "I mean, yes, you will pay for my car to be fixed." She snatched the check from Nancy's hand. "I will write my name in, don't you worry. You say your daughter, she is a bit rebellious?" Nancy nodded. "I can help you with that." "Excuse me?" Nancy stated skeptically. Charlotte decided it was time she stepped in. "Listen lady, you got your money to get your piece of shit fixed you can go now." The woman waved her hand in Charlotte's face dismissively. "You see all sass and back talk. That has got to get on your husband's nerves, and having you clean her messes, that has got to be getting tiring." "It is." "Excuse me! I am right here! You can't talk like that. I am right here!" "Shush baby," The woman turned to Charlotte and placed her finger on her lips. "Grown-ups are talking." Charlotte's jaw fell slack, but the woman's fingers remained as she turned to address Nancy further. "I have six kids. I worked that sass right out of them. I propose I help you out and get Charlotte to straighten up and fly right." Nancy looked to her and then to Charlotte bewildered. "I - " "Mom! You can't be serious!" The woman waved her hand at Charlotte again. "Give it a week. If you don't like the results, tell you what, I will refund the money you just gave me for my car." Nancy sat back in her chair silent. Charlotte stood up, "I am an adult! I don't have to take this shit - " The woman roughly grabbed Charlotte's wrist and jerked her down. Charlotte's narrow behind landed on the hard seat causing her to groan. The woman held her wrist firmly, not looking at her, keeping her eyes on Nancy. "Okay. Okay let's do it. Lord knows what I am doing isn't working." The woman smiled. "Good." With her free hand she dug in her purse and handed Nancy a card. "Drop her here tomorrow at 9am." Nancy took the card and ran her fingers over it. "Sounds like a plan." "Moooooommmmmmm" Charlotte whined trying to wrench her hand free from the woman. "Charlotte you brought this on yourself!" Nancy snapped. "We can't keep doing this!" Grumbling, Starbucks in hand, Charlotte stood at the front door of a small rancher. She noted that there was a rental car in the driveway. Her mother waited at the street waving at her to ring the bell. She pressed the bell and waited for someone to answer. She looked over her shoulder and her mother was peering out the passenger window. Charlotte was pissed that her mother had basically sold her to some lady. They had discussed it at great length the previous day. Nancy had told her she assumed the woman would have Charlotte do some household chores and nothing too exciting. Charlotte had protested but it was either do what her mother said or find somewhere else to live. She had really screwed up this time. The door opened and Sasha stood wearing a silk robe with a coffee mug in hand. When she smiled at Charlotte her teeth shone brightly, the whiteness in stark contrast to her dark skin. She waved to Nancy in the car before Nancy sped off. "Come in dear, we have a long day ahead of us." Charlotte grumbled and entered the house. Assuming she was going to be doing chores, Charlotte wore a pink velour track suit with a white cami. It was from Victoria's Secret, and the word "Pink" was scrawled across her ass. Once the door closed the woman clucked her tongue. Charlotte turned and scowled. With her mother gone, she needed to get some ground rules set with this woman. "Listen lady, I don't know what your deal is." Charlotte quickly tied her long blond extensions into a hair tie and put her hands on her narrow hips after placing her empty coffee cup on a table in the hall. "But I ain't no maid. I mean, I will do whatever little cleaning you need me to do so you feel good and shit but at the end of the week it's done." The woman's smile grew. "Oh you are precious. You are not a maid. You will however, learn your place." "Excuse me." "First things first." Sasha cross her arms over her luscious large, 38 DDD chest. "You will address me as Miss or Miss Sasha." "The hell I will!" Sasha scowled and her hand quickly flew. It made contact with Charlotte's face causing Charlotte's head to turn violently. Her hand came up to meet the hotness, the stinging sensation radiated through her face. "You hit me!?" Charlotte exclaimed still in shock. "You will be hit when you mouth off. You are going to learn respect little girl." "I'm I'm I'm going to call my mother." Charlotte stammered. "You can't do this." "You can't call your mama to save you. One, you don't have a phone. Two, you don't have phone privileges here. Three, she will be by to pick you up in a few hours. Face it little girl. You are mine until six." Charlotte's hand fell and she clenched her jaw. "And what exactly are you going to have me do?" Sasha's hand went back and Charlotte added "Miss." Through gritted teeth. "The more you say it the more natural it will be. I will continue to correct you though. For now, we will focus on protocol and service." "I don't understand." Sasha raised her eyebrow and Charlotte again added "Miss" with a groan and an eye roll. The woman tapped her foot. "On your knees." "What?" This time her hand gripped the pony-tail that Charlotte had made and she yanked. Charlotte stumbled and fell to her knees on the ground with a whimper. "You need to listen when I say something the first time. It is your first day, and I know you are a bit willful, but this is going to be painful if you don't get the hang of it soon." She released Charlotte's hair and grinned down at the kneeling girl. "Much better. Good girl." She stroked Charlotte's cheek. Charlotte frowned as she knelt before the woman. Sasha was taller than her by a good six inches normally, on her knees, Sasha towered over her. She looked up catching a glimpse into her robe and gasped. Sasha was naked under the robe. Sasha laughed. "See something you like?" "I- I - I didn't mean.." Charlotte stammered. Sasha closed the distance between them. Her crotch now at eye level. Her hand went from stroking Sasha's milky white cheek to cupping the back of her head. "Shhhhhh..." Sasha pet Charlotte's hair. "It's okay snow white. I know. I saw you that night before you hit me. I saw you making out with that girl." Charlotte lowered her head. Her cheeks flushed. She had been noticing girls all her life. She had known she was different in high school. She had tried to deny it; she had slept with lots of guys. Now, kneeling before this woman, catching sight of her naked body behind the robe, she had to admit it. All those times she had "played lesbian" for guys at parties and clubs with her friends had nothing to do with the guys. She liked women. This woman had caught her. This woman might know. "And if you are a good little white bitch, and do as I say, you mama and daddy don't got to know about their cunt licking daughter." The woman slowly opened her robe and let it fall on the floor. Charlotte kept her eyes cast down. Her eyes on the woman's dark feet with the toes painted pretty pink. "Kiss them." Charlotte looked up, her cheeks fully flushed. "What" The woman grabbed a fist full of Charlotte's hair, at the base of her skull, bent at the waist and pushed Charlotte's head down. "Kiss my toes." Whimpering, closing her eyes, Charlotte pursed her lips and began by pressing them against the woman's plump large toe. She worked her way down to the smaller ones and felt her body tingle. Sasha released her hair. "Now the other foot." This time without further physical prompting, Charlotte kissed each toe of the left foot. "With tongue." Sasha prompted. Working her way back, starting at the pinkie toe, Charlotte ran her tongue over each toe. She kissed and licked each one. By the time she got to the right foot Sasha raised it slightly. Without prompting, Charlotte began to suck on her toe. "That's a good girl." She purred. Charlotte felt the heat between her thighs growing. Her heart racing, and despite herself she moaned. She was really getting into kissing this woman's toes. As she suckled, Sasha pushed more. Two, three, then all five of her toes were pushed into Charlotte's mouth. Despite herself, Charlotte continued to work her tongue over Sasha's foot. She sucked it into her mouth, as much as would fit. Sasha pushed harder and Charlotte lost her balance. She fell backward, breathing heavily looking up at the woman, lust in her eyes, her pussy throbbing. She drank in the woman's naked form. Charlotte's eyes traveled up her thick thighs, the bare apex between them, over the woman's soft stomach, her wide hips, over her narrow waist. Charlotte licked her lips, feeling her clit tingle as her eyes went from the right then the left breast. Atop of each breast was a large almost black areole with a long thick hard nipple protruding. "You like it don't you?" "Yes Miss." Charlotte purred. "You like a strong thick woman don't you?" "Yes Miss." "Your narrow lily white ass gonna' serve me good. Gonna' do what you told to." "Yes Miss." "Get up on your hands and knees, come." Charlotte did as she was told. Sasha sashayed toward the living room. Charlotte followed quickly behind her watching the sway of her hips, the way her ass bounced when she walked. Sasha stopped at the thick oak coffee table. She pointed to it. "Up there. On your back." Quickly, eagerly, Charlotte climbed onto the table. She lay on her back with her arms at her sides. Her legs bent at the end of the table. "You ever lick pussy?" "Once Miss." "Lick ass?" "No Miss." "You gonna' lick mine." "But Miss..." Charlotte half protested. The truth was, she wanted to taste all of this woman. She wanted to do everything she said. Sasha straddled Charlotte's head and began to lower her body down. Her large body hovering over Charlotte's face as Charlotte began to whimper. "Miss, I can't - " Before she could continue, Sasha covered Charlotte's face with her body. Her nose buried between Sasha's ass cheeks her mouth pressed against the glistening sweetness of her sex. The burn in her chest told her that Sasha had a hold of her nipples through the cami and her padded bra. Charlotte attempted to scream but it was muffled by Sasha's glorious dark sex in her mouth. "Do as you told white girl." Reluctantly at first, Charlotte's tongue slipped past her own lips to slide over the slick pussy lips that belonged to Sasha. The taste sent a zing through her body. It was the most delicious sweetness she had ever experienced. "Not my pussy." Sasha's hand came down with a loud clap between Charlotte's legs and her sex pulsed as Sasha slapped it. Crying out into her sex Charlotte jerked below the woman's large powerful body. She tilted her head up and whined as her tongue began to lap toward the puckered opening. The raw musky taste caused her to gag. "Good girl, get in there." Sasha's hand was now rubbing Charlotte's sex through her thin pants. Charlotte groaned enjoying the sensation of her fingers pressing against her mound and parted her legs offering her more access. Charlotte swiped her tongue between Sasha's ass crack up and down, lapping at the opening. She moaned as Sasha began to grind on her face. Without more coaxing Charlotte's tongue pressed into the rosebud and found that it opened a bit to accept her. Sasha's hand slipped into the waistband of Charlotte's pants and tickled down to Charlotte's awaiting sex. Once her finger slid over her slick slit Charlotte pushed her tongue up farther into Sasha's asshole and sucked. "Ooooohhhh that's a good white slut... get in there. Make mama feel good." Sasha moaned. "Such a wet slut you are..." her fingers spread Charlotte's pussy open. Charlotte rolled her hips and moaned into Sasha's ass. Her tongue pulled out and she began to swirl it against the opening. She twitched but her moans were muffled by the woman's ample ass in her face as Sasha flicked her clit. Sasha shifted her body and Charlotte's mouth was filled with her swollen wet pussy lips. "White girl make me cum." She growled as she continued to run her fingers up and down Charlotte's inner lips, teasing her sex. Charlotte eagerly lapped at Sasha's sex. She flicked her tongue against the protruding nubbin. She sucked the inner lips and slurped all the wetness, the sweetness, the essence of Sasha into her mouth. She reveled in the taste before pushing her tongue up into the opening. Sasha was grinding her pussy against Charlotte's face. She was riding her hard. Her fingers were now focusing exclusively on Charlotte's clit. She pinched and pulled it. Causing Charlotte to try to buck and twist under Sasha. She whimpered and moaned in pleasure while the woman teased her sex. Charlotte decided she too needed to focus on Sasha's clit. She sucked it between her lips, ran her teeth over it, and pressed it with her tongue. She lapped at it, flicked her tongue against it, she did everything she could to continue to hear those throaty moans coming from Sasha. "What a good cunt licking white bitch you are. You mine now. You gonna lick my sweet black pussy daily." Charlotte could feel her own orgasm building up as her clit was on fire. Sasha was not relenting, the more attention Charlotte paid to Sasha's clit, the harder Sasha played with Charlotte's. "Keep licking bitch... don't stop. Taste my cum, taste my black juiciness." Suddenly, it was like a dam burst. Charlotte's face was covered with stickiness. Sasha groaned loudly and her thighs locked around Charlotte's head. She squeezed hard and jammed three fingers into Charlotte's pussy. Charlotte screamed as her mouth was filled with Sasha's sweet cream. After a few minutes Sasha climbed off Charlotte's panting body. She was slightly out of breath and sat on the couch grinning. Her hand slid out of Charlotte's pants and she pressed her glistening fingers against Charlotte's lips. Without a word Charlotte suckled them. She tasted her own sour flavor mixing with Sasha's and groaned. "This is going to be a good week."