The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 66 - Sugar and Spiteful

London, October 1937

It took less than two minutes for shoes, gowns and knickers to be discarded on the bedroom carpet and the two semi-naked bodies to start writhing together on Miss Spiteful’s bed. She had needed a corset to get into her gown but Brown Sugar only had the thin black strap of a suspender belt across her still flat stomach with which to hold her stockings up.

Flat on her back, Miss Spiteful sucked eagerly at jet black nipples as Brown Sugar, crouching over her, lowered each of her pendulous, honey coloured breasts in turn onto Miss Spitefuls face. They reversed positions but, after having her nipples sucked, Miss Spiteful licked and kissed her way down Brown Sugar’s body until her tongue encountered the black curly bush covering the singer’s pudenda. Brown Sugar’s body leapt and squirmed on the bed as Miss Spiteful’s tongue parted the swollen black lips of the labia and poked deep into the startlingly bright pink and wet flesh beneath. Brown Sugar’s arms thrashed about in ecstasy as she experienced all that Jacqueline had taught Miss Spiteful about the art of Cunninglus.

When she had the other girl’s juices flowing, Miss Spiteful turned around so her lower body was now over Brown Sugars face and her own genitals could be attended to. Miss Spiteful slowed down her licking, sucking and nibbling until she too was nearing a climax and could quicken the pace again. Brown Sugar still orgasmed first though, her body bucking and twisting beneath Miss Spiteful’s and warm sweet liquid spurted up the Dominatrix’s nostrils. Brown Sugar groaned loudly as if in agony but ceased when Miss Spiteful’s love juices flooded over her face and the German’s animal howls began.

Afterwards they lay side by side on the bed, licking their own juices of the other’s face and caressing the sweaty bodies with their hands. Finally, Miss Spiteful got up to refill their glasses and returned to find Brown Sugar sitting in a wicker chair by the dressing table and smoking a cigarette. With a frown of disapproval, Miss Spiteful went in search of an ashtray and then stretched out on her bed.

“That was fantastic,” Brown Sugar said. “I’ve never had any one come down on me like that before.”

“I had the best teacher,” Miss Spiteful replied. “But you were quite good yourself.”

“I was good at basketball and athletics at school,” Brown Sugar shrugged. “It was almost compulsory amongst the team members and there were always lots of hero worshippers wanting to be my best friend. Also, I told you that the girls on the Reeperbahn looked after me and I learnt a few things there. Still, I have to admit that I still prefer a long cock up inside of me.”

“Me too,” Miss Spiteful agreed. “There’s a double-headed strap-on dildo in one of the drawers alongside you, if you want to give it a try later.”     

Brown Sugar nodded and then looked serious. “I’ve been thinking over your offer and I’m tempted to give it a try but I am still concerned about money. If I am to bring a child into this world I want to him or her to be well looked after and to have a good start and education. Even if we find some loving adoptive parents, very few can afford such things these days.”

“Let’s worry about that when we come to it. You’ve got nearly eight months yet and you never know what will turn up. I’ll put my devious mind to the problem. So, will you stay and be my novice?”

Brown Sugar crushed the cigarette end into the ashtray and then sat still, with her head forward, staring at the carpet between her stockinged feet.

“Alright, I’m in!” She lifted her head as if a great weight had come off it. “I’ve got two more nights to do at the nightclub and I’ve got the hotel room until Sunday morning so is it alright if I bring my cases over in the afternoon?”

“That’s fine,” Miss Spiteful waved her arm. “Is it just clothes that you have?”

“Yes, most of the boys in the band are going back to Amsterdam and taking everything else with them. They are probably going there to join up again with Jimmy and I’ve no use for any of it.”

Brown Sugar sipped at her glass and looked speculatively at Miss Spiteful. “You do realise that you are going to have to go through this pregnancy with me? Morning sickness; back ache, wayward bladder, maternity clothes, helping me up the stairs and all that. If I cannot get to the hospital in time, you might have to be the midwife.”

“I don’t know nuttin’ ‘bout birthin’ babies”. Miss Spiteful muttered, already having second thoughts about her involvement. “We’ll have to get some leather outfits made for you,” she continued in a normal tone. “Probably with lace up sides so that they can be let out as you get bigger. Some men find pregnant women’s figures sexually arousing so you’ll be able to keep on working; others enjoying being dominated by ...........”

“Niggers?” Brown Sugar suggested with a sneer on her face as Miss Spiteful sought a less offensive word.

“Schwarzers”, Miss Spiteful conceded, angry at her own discomfort.

“I think that I’m going to like it here.” Brown Sugar stretched her long arms and legs, thrusting her breasts out in front of her.

“You’ve got a great figure,” Miss Spiteful admiringly.

“As I said, I was good at sports but it helped to have a strong body when I came up against racial bigots. There are a lot of Nazis like you in Holland.”

“I’m not a Nazi,” Miss Spiteful shouted, swinging her legs off the bed so she faced Brown Sugar. “I left Germany to get away from those lunatics. I’m German and I agreed with some of their policies but they are going to destroy my country and I want to be as far away as possible when they do. In twelve months time, I want to be in America. I can make good money there and their blacks know their place.”

“You Nazi cow!”

“Cock eyed nigger whore!”

The insults were barely out of each other’s mouths before they had launched themselves at each other with serious intent to do harm. There was time for Miss Spiteful to take a glancing blow on her chin and land a kick against Brown Sugar’s left shin before their anger again turned to sexual frenzy and they sank to the carpet in a passionate embrace.

“What are you doing?” Brown Sugar asked when Miss Spiteful freed one arm to reach for the dressing table.

 “I’m trying to get the bloody double headed dildo out of the drawer,” Miss Spiteful gasped.



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