Liberal Lackey, Sepia Superior

[faceseat4jeans]

Liberal Lackey, Sepia Superior

As someone who has always been sensitive and caring, especially towards those less gifted or fortunate than myself, I knew what I had to do when Nedra lost both her parents in a fatal car accident. At just 21 years old, Nedra's parents had moved in to a small house down the block a few years ago, and were the only black residents in the progressive town where I had lived all my life.

As a leading member of the community, I and my wife Sally were proud of how the neighborhood accepted Nedra's family in spite of their race, educational and economic "challenges". So, in this obvious time of her need, we arranged to be available for anything Nedra desired to ease her suffering and pain. Being the compassionate, open-minded liberal progressives that we are, we made it clear to Nedra that we would provide whatever she desired.

Proud to humble ourselves to this young black woman, even though at 30 my wife and I were each almost ten years older than her as well as being Ivy League University graduates, we rejoiced at the opportunity to, in a sense, re-balance the scales of justice. Yes, I was eager to buy Nedra a new BMW for her exclusive use, and my wife happily took her cleaning implements down the block regularly to serve slavishly at Nedra's command in keeping her house spic and span.

I was eager to use my business contacts to get Nedra a good-paying job in the field of her choice, but she declined my offer. Saying she didn't feel a need to work, I realized poor Nedra must still be going through her grieving process and backed off right away. Apologizing, I assured Nedra that she needn't feel any pressure to work or worry about money, assuring her that I would see to it that all her needs were accomodated to her complete satisfaction.

It soon became clear to me and Sally that Nedra was becoming comfortable and relaxed as we provided for her in every way we could. Since Nedra was just learning to drive, Sally ended up driving her wherever she needed to go. The fact that this meant Sally had to give up her job to have the time to be Nedra's personal chauffeur and cleaning person was a small price to pay, we felt.

As she grew more used to our willing servitude to smooth her path, Nedra stopped saying please and thank you to us. In time, her requests became orders and commands, and Sally and I were thrilled as we saw this minority youth find and revel in her enhanced self-esteem. I and Sally started calling her 'Miss Nedra', and when she proclaimed it would be more fitting to address her as Goddess or Your Majesty I was barely able to suppress my joyful smile as I exchanged glances with Sally, who was having similar difficulty containing her happiness at the success of our efforts.

It was at about this time when Nedra announced that she still felt she was not seen as our equal by us because she was black. Well, this was true of course but we had done our best to hide our true feelings, and we felt terrible at our failure. Nedra had a solution however, and without even hearing it I and my wife Sally literally begged Nedra to tell us what we could do beyond what we'd already done to enhance her status and positive feelings.

"Well', Nedra said, "I think that using your faces as my seat cushion might help." Initially shocked, Sally and I soon saw the wisdom in Nedra's words. Surely Nedra would feel superior to us as she smothered our faces under her butt, how could she not? And wasn't this the least we could do to atone for the generations of oppression and slavery her poor, inferior race suffered at the hands of other whites?

And so it was decided. Sally and I were quick learners under Nedra's stern guidance, and she soon had us each trained to respond to her hand signals and voice commands. I had to give up my day job as well, of course, so that either I or Sally could be available to offer our upturned faces beneath Nedra's delicious derriere. Not a problem, our family inheritance allowed us to forgo our careers in service to this noble cause. The hardest thing to handle was Nedra's sitting with her full weight on our faces with our noses buried deep within the crack of her ass so that breathing was impossible.

Not wanting to offend, Sally and I had suffered and suffocated in silent submission as Nedra often seemed to completely forget our faces were smothered beneath and between her buttocks while she watched TV or talked on the phone. We had each even passed out on one or two occasions, and Nedra's only reaction was to insist that we train ourselves to hold our breaths better and longer. But it was when her cousin Naquisha came to visit that things really started to get bad!

[sitfull]

Great story the girl girll full wieght is the best

keep in going
Thank you
Take Care
Sitfull

[Bently]

intersting idea.... perhaps some more detailed descriptions, but good as an opening statement. but some of the the wording is a bit close to the mark.. i do hope when you say "inferior" it is purely for the purpose of the story....

[Sauur]

That is a great story!

[Logan]

I can't wait to hear about Naquisha

[faceseat4jeans]

NOTE: this story is fiction, fantasy, not real, and certainly not intended to insult or offend in any way. There are elements of racism and prejudice portrayed, however, and anyone that feels they may be offended by these subjects used in a MAKE-BELIEVE story is advised to not read this.

My wife and myself had become increasingly dominated by Nedra as she saw how eager we were to support her and encourage her self-esteem. To be honest, we had never really known what Nedra's personality was like before she lost her parents, but we had just assumed that because she was black she must feel inferior. It is only in retrospect that we can see our stupidity and prejudice.

I guess it was understandable that Nedra saw my and my wife Sally's eager and servile attitude towards her as something to take advantage of, and when we accepted Nedra's idea of using our faces as her seat cushion she naturally took full advantage of the 'sit'-uation! In a matter of days Nedra had both me and Sally completely conditioned so that she merely had to snap her fingers and point for either of us to quickly assume the "position".

Nedra explained to me and Sally that it was important our servitude as her face-seat cushions be not only empowering but comfortable and convenient for her as well. As Nedra condescendingly explained to us, "what good is it having your inferior white faces smothered under my beautiful black butt if I have to worry about things like keeping my balance or what's on the floor?" Therefore, Nedra instructed us to raise our palms on either side of our faces to support her precious buttocks even as we settle our thighs and ass flat on the floor as a secure base.

It was one day as I was on my hands and knees serving Nedra as her human coffee table while she sat comfortably wearing an old faded pair of her blue jeans, her full weight smothering my wife Sally's face under her ass, that we first learned of Naquisha's coming visit. Nedra had gotten into the habit of using Sally's face as her seat cushion more often than mine for some reason, and to my secret shame I'd developed powerful feelings of arousal as I'd watch the very erotic tableau of my wife's poor face smothered under Nedra's proud ass.

"So, listen up you two, My cousin Naquisha is coming into town to visit me, and I expect the same respect and obedience shown to her as is given to me. She is fully aware of her black superiority, but has a more militant attitude than me about the true supremacy of the black race, so expect your humility and servility to be fully tested!" With that, Nedra snapped her fingers and gave the hand signal that had me quickly reposition myself so that she could raise her legs and use my back as her footrest.

I turned my head to the side and looked with alarm at my wife Sally's upturned face, now buried under the full weight of this black goddess. Looking up at Nedra, her sadistic smile told me she knew exactly the suffocating panic poor Sally was silently enduring under her ass. Watching Sally's hands tremble, I could tell she was on the verge of collapsing when suddenly Nedra's hand reached behind her ass to grab a fistful of Sally's hair for leverage to raise herself up.

"Aarrrgh!" Sally screamed as Nedra used her painful hold on Sally's hair to lift her ass up slightly. "Shut up, whitey, seat cushions don't scream, don't you know how to serve in silence?" Nedra asked, and then as if to add emphasis to her statement cut loose with a loud fart right in Sally's helpless face. "Brrrraaaaapp!"

Gawd! I had never seen anything so erotic in my life as I knelt there with my mouth open in awe and admiration of this beautiful and selfish young black beauty. Nedra's strength and conditioning was obvious as she maintained her position effortlessly with a one-handed grasp of Sally's hair maintaining the suspended status of her ass inches over my wife's tortured face. I could smell the pungent aroma of Nedra's fragrant fart from where I knelt at her feet so I knew the odor had to be overwhelming at poor Sally's proximity, and realized her twisted grimace was probably from the stink as well as her hair-pulling horror.

As I mentioned previously, my feelings had gone from condescending and patronizing towards Nedra as a lower-class inferior black, to an increasing respect and admiration for this young and intelligent woman, and finally to a state where I was undeniably aroused by and in awe of this justifiably arrogant young goddess! Now, watching Nedra heartlessly torture and degrade my wife while she used me as her footstool and lackey, the stimulation was too much for me to bear and my cock erupted into repeated spasms as I ejeaculated in my pants! My face burned with shame as Nedra looked down at me and sneered.

Naquisha had been invited by Nedra for a visit, but when she saw how I and my wife had become servants and increasingly come under the power of Nedra, she announced her evaluation of the situation. "I am very proud of you, Nedra" Naquisha said, "you have not only accepted and embraced your superiority as a black woman, but you have taken another two steps forward in placing our superior black race in its proper status - above and in control of the inferior whites. It is our destiny to rule, and your brilliant idea of conditioning whitey to serve us with their faces as our seat cushions is a stroke of genius!"

I should mention that while Nedra is a perfectly proportioned young woman at 100 pounds and just over five feet tall, Naquisha is like a mirror image of Nedra....a magnifying mirror! Not fat by any means, Naquisha is almost six feet tall and built solidly in a shapely yet firm frame. She wears workpants and jumpsuits most times that fit her athletic frame snugly, and she definitely gave the impression of being someone who could take care of herself in every sense of the word. Once Naquisha saw that I and my wife were completely dominated by Nedra, she and Nedra began to talk freely in front of us as they discussed their thoughts and plans.

Although my wife Sally and I had become little more than face-seat cushions and slaves for Nedra, we had been able to maintain appearances in the town well enough so that no one suspected the true nature of our relationship with Nedra. Other than some comments about the flattened appearances of our faces which we explained away as a family trait we had in common, others in our liberal town generally applauded our "charity work" in support of the "lower class". If only they knew!

It was Naquisha that came up with the idea of "harvesting" the town's residents, one by one. She loved the practice of sitting on me and my wife's faces, but because of her size and weight there was no way we could last with our faces buried up her butt as she sat on us the way Nedra did. So Naquisha came up with the idea of having us insert those clear air tubes we had from the fish tank up our nostrils to breath through. Despite her considerable weight, the tubes allowed a thin stream of air to reach our nostrils even as Naquisha sat full weight on our faces, and we ended up in a semi-conscious, oxygen-deprived state. It was as I saw my wife Sally hovering in this state, on the verge of consciousness, with Naquisha's massive buttocks mashed down onto her facial features while she rested her filthy bare soles on my face, that I first heard the "harvesting" concept mentioned.

"Yeah Nedra, don't get me wrong. You've done great asserting your supremacy over these two whiteys, but what me and my black supremacist friends are advocating is total takeover of white society. And your two humble honkeys, along with your genius concept of face-sitting indoctrination, is going to make this town the leading edge of our revolution - one honkey face-seat at a time!

[Durango24]

Great success!

[faceseat4jeans]

Thanx :D appreciate the support!

[Bently]

good story. would love to hear more of the size and weigh of Naquisha's ass, how it smells, how sweaty it gets etc.... good stuff.

[faceseat4jeans]

Naquisha decided to extend her visit with her cousin Nedra indefinitely, and her sadistic attitude towards me and my wife Sally caused a continual deepening of our humility, mindless obedience and eventually incredibly degrading slavery to her and Nedra.

As I had explained, Naquisha had come up with a solution to our smothering beneath her bodacious buttocks by having me and my wife Sally insert tubes in our nostrils to breath through. Then she realized this wouldn't allow us to "enjoy" the gamey aroma of their, often purposely unwashed and ripe, assholes. So Naquisha decided the tubes would go in our mouths, even though this made it much more difficult for us to get the continuing air supply we needed.

"Yo' Quish, I gotta agree, havin' them put their air tubes in their mouths works much better, I can really feel this white slut's nostrils dialatin' in my asshole, what a trip!" Nedra commented as she sat on my wife Sally's face. "Heh heh, yeah, you go girl! An' did you use whitey's tongue as your toilet paper before like I suggested?" Naquisha asked. Nedra replied she had and giggled, and I understood now why my wife was making all those gagging sounds even as she obediently maintained her position with her face buried deep in the crack of Nedra's ass.

I was devotedly massaging Naquisha's feet as she reclined on the couch next to where Nedra was perched atop poor Sally's puss, my mouth filled with the gritty taste of having tongue-bathed the bare feet she'd walked around on all day. Having been ordered to beg for the privilege of worshipping the dirt from the ground she'd walked on before I'd been allowed the 'honor', I knew Naquisha would have my wife thank Nedra profusely for the opportunity to have her face buried deep in Nedra's smelly ass as well.

Yes, I and my wife were becoming more and more conditioned to our status as white inferiors to Nedra and Naquisha, and while I couldn't know exactly what was going on in my wife's head, I knew I was accepting my position as degraded inferior more and more every day. But judging by appearances, my wife Sally seemed to be totally enslaved to existing as seat cushion and asswipe to these two arrogant Goddesses!

Seeing that we were completely enslaved, Naquisha began to implement her plan of total domination of all the other whites in town, which meant every other person! I had become overwhelmingly addicted to the smell and taste of Naquisha's sweaty asscrack especially, although I certainly found Nedra's proud butt a delight to be smothered in as well. So it was one day when Naquisha was peeling off her skintight faded bluejeans "to be more comfortable with a white face buried up my ass" that she let me know of the next stage of her plans.

Although I wasn't nearly as active and involved in the town's activities as I used to be, I still had maintained all my old contacts. Since I knew all the most prominent and powerful people, it was easy for me to use my selling and business skills to convince the mayor,head judge and police chief to become "exclusive, founding members" of the new group I was forming (at Naquisha's direction).

I had to laugh inside as they each eagerly accepted my invitation to audition for membership into my exclusive "black reparations" club. "You see," I had explained, "it's not enough to use affirmative action to give blacks the advantage they deserve for all their historical abuse suffered. No, we whites must demonstrate our sincerity, and how better than to have our faces buried beneath their big butts?"

And so it was that the mayor, head judge and police chief each were each interviewed by Naquisha - by smothering under her ass as she sat on each of their faces until they passed out. I felt so jealous! It turns out Naquisha is a martial arts black belt third degree, and decided she would enjoy attacking and subduing residents in town by sitting on their faces for the slightest provocation, so the head judge ruled no assault charges could be brought against any blacks. In fact, it was to be assumed that the white must have provoked or incited the assault in some way and would be required to apologize when finally released - if still conscious!

"You really somethin', girl" Nedra remarked approvingly to Naquisha as she relaxed comfortably on my wife Sally's face. "Yup, things are going along pretty well" Naquisha replied as she sat heavily on my upturned face. She hadn't used my face as her seat cushion for a couple of days, and as I suspected it was unwashed and really gamy. Releasing small farts right into my trapped face, the odor was so atrocious that I had to swallow repeatedly to keep my vomit down. I heard and felt her chuckle as Naquisha surely knew the ordeal I was enduring, as well as relishing her achievement in conditioning me to not only accept but crave the degradation. I heard her voice lower as she spoke down to me: "that's it, clean me up down their with your inferior white tongue, you can thank me later!"

[tom1309]

Great story so far! I'd love to read something about Naquisha facesitting somenbody after fighting him in public to demonstrate her power.

Please continue!

[faceseat4jeans]

Nedra has started the ball rolling by dominating me and my wife after we had catered to and served her in every way we could following her loss of her parents, but it was her cousin Naquisha with her incredibly forceful and arrogant attitude that truly changed our lives - and the lives of everyone else in town!

After she applauded Nedra on her idea of using me and my wife Sally's faces as her seat cushion, Naquisha used that concept as the basis for her plan to take ownership of the entire town! As I'd explained, I was instructed to convince the most prominent people in town that our lily-white liberal burg needed to make severe reparations to the black race for all the years of oppression and repression. And what better way than to offer our upturned faces as their seats!

Even with my liberal thinking and submissive conditioning under Nedra's superior black ass, though, I couldn't imagine all of the townspeople accepting and submitting to being used as face-seats by these two assertive black women. When I repectfully expressed my concerns to Naquisha and Nedra, they just laughed. "I hope there are some whiteys with enough backbone to resist, it'll give me a chance to demonstrate black superiority in a real, physical way!"

When I learned Naquisha was a martial arts black belt expert my admiration and fear of her both increased tremendously, and I doubted anyone would be foolish enough to resist the black face-sitting supremacy imposed by these two black beauties. I had forgotten all about Stuart.

Although the town was solidly liberal in it's thinking, a daughter from one of the most prominent families had met a guy in college and returned with him as her husband. Stuart was very different in his thinking from the rest of us in town, espousing radical views such as the government shouldn't give handouts like unemployment and welfare, and that minorities shouldn't be given any special breaks. When Naquisha and Nedra bumped into Stuart walking down Main Street one day, I knew there'd be trouble.

"Hey, watch where you're walking, you two! I heard about you both, think you're better than us white people in town, think we owe you something, eh?" Stuart said as he shoved Nedra back away from him after they'd collided on the sidewalk. "Why you..." Nedra exclaimed as she steadied herself in preparation for going back against Stuart. "Please girl, allow me, I will so enjoy smothering this honkey bigot's face between my asscheeks" Naquisha said as she held Nedra back from her counter-attack. "Ah well, you are my guest, g'wan, put the fear of the black Goddess into him, ha ha!" Nedra replied.

Stuart, in his chauvanistic, white supremacist stupidity, became more belligerent as he heard Nedra and Naquisha's conversation, saying "listen you two, you should be grateful this town has been as open and accepting of you as it has. Have you noticed there's no one else with your skin color around here? That's right, and I've heard you've tricked some of our finest townspeople into thinking we should all submit to you both in some pretty disgusting ways to make amends for some supposed past unfair treatment. Ha! In my opinion, our society has gone out of it's way to cater to your type, and it's YOU who should be kissin' OUR ass in thanks!

I couldn't believe Stuart's moronic attitude and started to step forward and say something when Naquisha stopped me dead in my tracks with a sharp hand motion. "This one's all mine" she said softly, then more loudly to Stuart "you boy, have a serious attitude adjustment problem that I'm gonna correct for you, right now!" I saw Stuart's smug expression as Naquisha walked towards him, and knew it would change in a moment.

"Listen, I don't fight with women, it wouldn't be fair. Y'know, you're not called the weaker sex for nuthin', ha ha h...uurp!" Stuart's arrogant attitude was cut off abruptly as Naquisha grabbed the front of his shirt and lifted him up so he was teetering helplessly on his toes. "Gaack! How da..dare you, put me down this instant.....I demand it!" Naquisha smirked as she replied "why of course, I was just about to" and with that comment she twisted her torso and neatly swept his legs out from under him so that Stuart ended up flat on his back on the sidewalk at her feet.

Both Naquisha and Nedra had taken to wearing form-fitting spandex pants to allow their maximum flexibility for enticement as well as quick ass exposure, and watching Stuart's glazed expression as he looked up at Naquisha's beautiful buttocks sexily showcased in her white spandex stretch slacks I almost wished I was in his place. I said almost, because I had a pretty good idea of the sadistic smothering that was coming.

"Kiss it, loser, and praise the superiority of the black race, beggin' me to make a seat cushion of your face!" Naquisha said as the squatted down so that her awesome ass hovered scant inches over his face. I saw Stuart weaken momentarily from the sheer beauty of the proud posterior presented to his puss, then his ego reasserted itself as he protested "no, stop, this is wrong, I should be on top, men should always be on top, I won't...you can't..." and then his words were cut off as Naquisha lowered her ass down onto Stuart's face.

As I saw Stuart's face disapear between the large but firm cheeks of Naquisha's ass, I sensed the emotional and psychological struggle that he was experiencing. The sheer erotic appeal of these two sexy young black women was enough to weaken the strongest man's resolve, but I knew the instinctive urge for self-preservation would assert itself when the merciless smothering began. Nedra stepped forward and planted her sneakered feet onto Stuart's upturned palms with her full weight, pinning his hands as she looked over at me defiantly as if daring me to try to intervene. I just lowered my eyes repectfully.

Stuart's face was buried completely between the magnificent globes of Naquisha's ass in her form-fitting white stretch pants, and his body twitched spasmodically as Nedra pinned his hands under the soles of her sneakers with her full weight. Naquisha was talking down to Stuart as she smothered him, asking him if he was getting a better understanding and acceptance of his proper place in relation to her superiority as a black woman, if he agreed it was better to worship and repect her black ass than to be smothered under it, and so on.

Finally Naquisha rose her ass up slightly and used her thumbs at either hip to strip her pants and panties down to her knees in one quick motion. Looking over her shoulder to gaze down at Stuart's face, Naquisha giggled as she saw him grimace and start to wretch. Even standing above and off to the side slightly, I could smell the funky aroma emanating from Naquisha's butt, and I knew from Stuart's close proximity the odor must have been atrocious.

Reaching back with one hand, Naquisha grabbed a fist full of Stuart's hair to keep him face-up as she slowly lowered her ass onto his face. I heard a faint "no...pleash, umph..." to which Naquisha only smiled and replied with one word: "tongue." I became incredibly aroused as I watched Naquisha settle her ass heavily onto Stuart's trapped face, her face relaxing into a beautific smile. I knew Stuart was reaming out her soiled asshole with his desperate tongue, and as he searched frantically for air or some way to please this black Goddess enough to be allowed the gift of air, I also knew he was gradually becoming enslaved to black superiority in the most potent way possible.

Naquisha told me to go home and wait for her and Nedra, saying they'd have a surprise to show me. I obeyed of course, having no idea what she was talking about. It was later that day that I saw the "surprise", and I certainly was even though I shouldn't have been. Stuart was walking slowly down the road towards my house, with Naquisha seated firmly atop his shoulders. His palms were cupped beneath her soles, and her hand gripped his hair painfully even as Nedra walked in front leading him by his tie as a makeshift leash.

As they came closer I could see and hear Stuart's improvised statements, all shouted testaments to the superiority of the black race in general, Naquisha and Nedra specifically, and imploring all to beg for the supreme honor and privilege of having one's face buried beneath and between their proud posteriors. Not only subdued and converted, Stuart was now their best promoter and biggest "ass"et!