Chapter 1

Trish was excited and apprehensive as she sat on the plane. She had visited her dad, Rudiger, four times in her child hood, during her one month school holidays. He was always very happy to see her and quite fascinated with her, she recalled. Each time they had met in a different city and he travelled around with her. Trish knew that he was wealthy, but busy and always in a rush, and half the times, when she was visiting, he left her in the care of other people. She had never been inside his home, they had travelled around and lived in hotels. As far as she and her mom knew, he was single. Trish was looking forward to spending time with her dad and finally getting to know him.

It was icy cold and cloudy as she touched down. Her dad was not at the Airport, but a handsome, tall, lean, athletic blond young man in a suit and tie waited for her, with a placard bearing her name. His name was Harald and he seemed in his mid twenties. He whisked her to a hotel and told her her dad was tied up and would see her the next day. There was a welcome note and cash form her dad.

Harald offered to take her out to eat and show Trish around. She agreed. She called home to say she had arrived safely, and called Dez' house, leaving a message for him that she was missing him already.

Harald took Trish out for a Pizza in town. Then he drove her around and showed her the harbour. He was gazing at her with fascination. Her German was faltering but Harald spoke English fluently. He told her he had graduated in business, something he was very proud of. He had been working for her dad for several months as an assistant. As they ate, Harald suddenly eyed her hard and said,

"Fascinating!"

"What! My black skin?" Trish asked him.

"No! Its just that you look like a black version of Iris."

"Who is Iris?"

"Mr Schmidt's daughter."

"What!"

"Yes! You really look like her."

"Well, that is not very surprising, considering I am his daughter too."

"What!"

"Who did you think I was?"

"Well, eh, Mr Schmidt said you were some African girl that the firm had given a scholarship to," Harald blurted, looking confused. "Please don't say I told you."

"Can I use your cell phone please?" Trish said angrily. Harald gave it to her. She called but he didn't pick up.

"Tell me about his family."

Harald was beginning to look uncomfortable. "No! I have already said enough. Please, don't say a word to him. I need my job."

"Well, unless you don't want me to mention your name, you better tell me everything."

Harald told her that her that Rudiger had a family, with four children. He had started off as a doctor, then inherited his Dad's firm and was now a multi-millionaire. He was now in politics, campaigning to get a seat on Hamburg's Senate.

Trish was confused. She returned to her Hotel room and called her mom, waking her up. She told her all she had found out.

"Mom! I cant believe it. I have half brothers and sisters I have never known about. My dad lied to me all these years!"

"Relax Trish! He probably didn't tell his wife about you. Just be glad to be away from the war. Make him pay for you room and your studies, and by the time you are finished, hopefully, the war will be over, and afterwards, you come back home and find yourself a nice job. All right!"

"Mom, I wanna get to know my siblings. They are my flesh and blood."

"Trish! I will call him and handle this, all right? You just stay calm honey. Stay calm."

After Trish hung up, she suddenly laughed as she remembered the Oracle. She had been right. It seemed the only thing she had been wrong about was her pregnancy, for Trish's periods were just finishing and they had been as heavy as usual.

Trish met her dad the next morning, at the reception. Rudiger was a tall, handsome, straight backed, broad shouldered white man in his 60s. He had steely gray hair. He had sharp, pale, gray brown eyes. The sides of his face were shaved clean, and he had a trimmed beard and moustache around his mouth. His jaw was square. He had an aura of power and confidence. He looked good in a gray, pin striped, fine tailored suit, white shirt, tie and leather shoes. He smelled of rich, fine cologne.

The moment she saw him, Trish squealed and ran to him, to hug him tightly. She started crying, tears of joy, at the man who had given her half her genes. Rudiger smiled broadly and hugged her tightly. Then he disentangled himself, and took her hand firmly, chuckling,

"Gosh. You are a a full grown woman now. People will get funny ideas, like I am some old, lecherous guy preying on some young, sweet, pretty black woman. Lets get a bite..."

He led her by the hand and to the dining room, for breakfast. He ordered for her. Trish saw happiness, love and affection in his eyes. The same she had seen on the few occasions she had visited him. It was confusing for her. She had a feeling her dad loved her when he saw her, and forgot about her when he didn't. Out of sight, out of mind. joined her for breakfast. They hadn't seen each other for four years.

"Wow! You are now a big woman!" he said. "A big, pretty woman."

"Thanks dad. You are looking good. I hear you are a politician now."

"I talked to your mom, or rather, she shouted at me. But we came to an agreement. I will pay an apartment for you, and your tuition, I will give you a generous monthly allowance, and you can study anything you want."

"I want to meet my family."

"Eh, that is not so easy. You can have anything else, but have to keep away from my family."

"And what am I? A dog?" Trish burst out emotionally.

"No. You don't understand. My wife would not be able to deal with this. And I am involved in an election. Something like this could really hurt me."

"Dad, I want to spend some time with you, get to know you. And I wanna meet my sisters and brothers. I will go and introduce myself, if you wont take me," Trish said defiantly.

"Tut tut. Patricia! I flew you all the way here from your impoverished, war torn country to give you a chance in life. Now don't bite the hand that feeds you like an ungrateful dog! All right!" Rudiger sneered, his voice and eyes going hard.

Trish broke into a loud wail and started sobbing heavily. The other diners turned to look at them. Rudiger was very uncomfortable. He took her hand in both of his.

"Come on Trish. Calm down honey. Papa is under a lot of stress right now. We will sort everything out once the election is over, I promise. OK honey!"

Rudiger tasked Harald with enrolling Trish in a language school and getting her a place to stay in a student's hostel. He also took her to a driving school. Though she had a licence, she would have to do two months and pass a driving test before she could drive in Germany.

Trish threw herself into the language course, polishing up her German for her mom had always sent her to German classes back home, insisting she learn the language of her dad. Trish was now glad.

Trish called home often, and talked for hours with Dez and her mom and siblings. Rudiger called often, but she rarely saw him. She saw him on TV and in the press quite often, for he was involved in a campaign for a senate seat. He gave her a generous allowance and she could shop and eat out regularly, something she had nothing against.

Trish's first impressions of Germany were very favorable. She couldn't believe how affluent the European country was. The streets were filled with new cars and people in fashionable, nice clothes. Anything you wanted, you could buy. People without jobs even got money from the state. The public transportation was punctual and efficient.

The only thing she hated was the cloudy, wet weather in Hamburg, for it was a cloudy, rainy and a bone chilling winter.

Chapter 2

Trish spent a lot of time with Harald for he dropped by regularly. He showed her around, took her to diner or the movies and helped her get stuff. She could see that the tall, handsome, young, blond, well groomed German was besotted with her. She found him attractive too, for she liked tall, athletic men. And he was nice and polite, if a bit humourless and reserved. She had never been with a white guy, so she found attractive in an exotic way. She would catch him gazing at her with fascination and lust. However, he seemed shy and reserved. He never shot game at her, unlike the African, Arab, Asian and Latino guys from her language school, who were always trying to hook up with her and seduce her and fuck her at the first chance if she would have let them. Trish always enjoyed flirting with them but never let them have it, for she was only thinking of her man, Dez.

After she had been in Germany for nearly four weeks, she received a call from Dez. The war was nearing the capital city, but he was still safe. Though he was worried, for several members of his family were in the fighting. Trish was very worried about him travelling through several unknown countries to reach Libya, where he would try and cross to Italy. But he was feeling adventurous, and looking forward to visiting all the African countries on the way.

Trish was feeling lonely and horny. She dirty talked him for a while, then he handed her to Paida. Trish spoke happily with her friend and dirty talked her too, asking her how the pussy was. Paida told her gaping and sore, for she and Dez had been fucking. Trish didn't mind, for she and Dez had fucked with Paida quite often. But now she felt envious and left out, all alone and feeling so horny, in Europe, while her boyfriend and her girlfriend, fucking their brains out, and here she was, 8000 kilometres away, lonely, and horny, without anybody to hug, hold, kiss or fuck.

After she hung up, Trish decided to get a white dick. She had always been curious anyway. She called up Harald and asked him if he wanted to take her out and show her some discos. Harald was twenty five and lived with his single mom. He was having supper with her when she called. He sounded very excited and said he would pick her up at ten.

Trish showered, shaved her armpits and pussy, put on a skimpy, lace thong and matching bra, and slid into a cream, armless top with a dropping colour, that draped sexily over her breasts, exposing their sides, and revealing a strip of her belly, all the way down to her navel. She put on a knee length, tight black skirt, black mid thigh stockings and high heeled shoes. She combed her long, curly hair, put lavender gloss on her full lips and made her face up lightly. she dabbed some perfume between her breast and the nape of her neck.

She drank a couple of glasses of wine to calm her nerves for she was excited. She wanted to fuck that night. Harald arrived, dressed in a long coat, short blond hair combed slickly. She could tell that he had gone to lengths to look good, for he looked dashing, almost like Brad Pitt, whom she had always liked. He gazed at her with admiration and open lust. She welcomed him with a soft hug and a kiss on the lips. He almost jumped with nervousness. He was jittery. She handed him her fur coat, and he looked kind of confused. She told him to hold it up and he did it like he had never done that before. She slipped into the elegant, warm, ankle length fur coat her dad had bought her.

Harald took her to the Reeperbahn. Trish took his arm and leaned into him as they walked down the street, which was teeming with revellers. Trish started giggling. There were several sex shops on the street. The windows were filled with dildos, naughty under wear, dolls and covers of hard core porn DVDs and rags. Trish blushed, but the people were just walking by or stopping and looking like it was nothing. Trish wondered if these people had no shame at all, or if they were sex maniacs.

Harald took her into several pubs for drinks. Trish tried out several cocktails but he stuck to beer. He seemed too nervous to talk much but Trish was a chatterbox anyway, so she kept bubbling away as she knocked back the cocktails. Then she told him she wanted to dance.

They hit a disco which he said was in. They saw black men being taken out of the queue and Harald said they were drug dealers. The ultra modernistic Disco played Hip Hop music and was filled with young people, dressed in the latest styles and fashion. When he took off his coat, she saw that Harald was wearing a dark, silk shirt that stuck to his well defined chest and torso and made him look good. Trish felt the shivers. She removed her coat and saw him gasp as he gazed at her with desire. The excited young woman now became very horny. got drinks and perched on high bar stools, at a small table, before the dance floor.

She pushed her breasts out and gave him her dirtiest come on smile. She saw him gazing with fires in his eyes. However, despite the smoke signals, he didn't respond. Trish was used to the guys back home who took the initiative, but she realized after a while that if she just sat back, she would wait for a train that never came. She therefore took matters into her own hands. As they sat in the next pub, she sat very close to him and started to flirt openly with him. Harald blushed and started averting his eyes. She moved very close to him and pushed her soft breast into his arm and started stroking the back of his hand, whispering softly into his ear how happy she was to be there with him. He shivered and his face became red.

"Harald, I am beginning to have a feeling you don't really like me," Trish teased. She was now feeling like the hunter, and that made her naughty and cheeky.

"I really like you. Its just that I am a little eh, shy and stiff!" he rasped, blushing.

"Stiff, hmmm! Lets see!" Trish slid her hand under their table and stroked his thigh. She found a thick, long stiffness in his pants. He squirmed as she explored his cock, smiling naughtily at him. She squeezed his dick and he gasped. "I would say you were more than a little stiff. You are making me happy Harald. Now, take me to the dance floor Harald. I wanna dance with you."

His hand was shaking as he took hers. He led her onto the crowded dance floor. Trish noticed that some of the German girls could dance real well, but the rest and especially the guys, made her wonder what music they were dancing to. She had never seen such bad dancing. She started dancing before Harald but he couldn't dance worth shit. Trish put her hands on his shoulders and started to get down, riding the hip hop beat like a it was a big, fat wonderful dick. She rolled and popped her hips and made that ass clap. Harald almost stopped moving and stared at her like he was about to come in his pants. Trish put it on him, grinding into him, stroking his upper arms, chest belly and back, exploring his body as she rubbed her crotch on his hard dick, to the beat. Then she turned and put her ass on him, and pumped it on him. She took his hands and put them on her hips and he started stroking them. She jammed her ass into his dick and rubbed it in.

Trish gazed around and saw that many of the white guys were staring at her with lust and the girls were casting her the evil eye. She snorted and put on a hot, dirty show for she was drunk and she could move. She did the nasty, dancing around and on lucky Harald, winding and going down to her haunches, staying down there making it roll and pop, then shooting up, throwing a leg up, hooking it around his waist and leaning back as he held her hips and she rolled them like she was fucking him. Harald now gazed at her with fiery eyes, like he was undressing and fucking her right on the floor. But he wasn't falling all over her like a brother would have long done.

Trish started to feel hot and they took a break to have drinks. Some German girl that knew Harald came over to join them. She was tall, slim and blond and looked hot. She seemed to have a thing for Harald. He introduced her as Moira, his work mate. Trish greeted her nicely but Moira barely shook her hand and gave her a dismissive look. Moira asked Harald to dance. He looked at Trish and she smiled and nodded. Trish nearly laughed herself to death as Moira tried to put it on Harald. She couldn't dance worth shit. They returned. Harald sat besides Trish and the girl went and got her drink and joined them. She leaned into Harald's side and was trying to monopolise him. Trish smiled, stood up and sat on Harald's lap, putting her big ass on him. And then she started rolling it. Harald gasped and put his arms around her waist. The German girl soon left. Trish turned, cupped Harald's chin, looked into his eyes, mesmerising him and kissed him softly on the lips. He tried to tongue her and she darted back, then kissed him softly, again and again.

She went to the bathroom. Moira must have followed her in. She walked up to Trish at the sink and gave her a mean smirk.

"What are you, a stripper? I think you are at the wrong address here." Trish gasped.

"What is your problem. What have I done to you?"

"You are disgusting! Why don't you just go to a street corner and whore! Harald is too good for the likes of you" The girl snarled.

Trish smiled meanly. "Look, I saw you dancing, you are not bad, its just that you move like a stiff little giraffe. Go practice some moves, all right? Envy is a bad thing."

"Nigger whore!" Moira exploded.

"Wait a second!" Trish said and dried her hands. She didn't like rude, cheeky, manner less girls, be they black or white. And she was drunk and feeling wild.

Moira kept saying some shit for she thought Trish was just a nigger whore and couldn't do shit. Trish suddenly grabbed Moira's long blond hair and reached back and smacked her across the face, making her head snap back. Moira gasped in shock and started to scream. Trish grabbed her by the throat, chocking her and shoved her against the wall. She raised a black fist. Moira cringed and her lips worked with no sound. Her face became very pale.

"Do you want me to hit you, bitch?" Moira shook her head frantically, shaking like reed. "Then learn some manners. Trish released her and pushed her away.

"I am going to tell security, you African cunt! You will be kicked out!" Moira wailed.

Trish smacked her across the forehead. Moira staggered out. Trish fixed her hair and then went back to Harald. She told him that Moira had attacked her in the bath room and called a nigger.

"That stupid cunt! She has always had a thing for me. Ignore her!"

"I smacked her!"

"What! You hit her! Violence is no solution Trish!"

"If some stupid cunt calls me a nigger, I smack them!"

Then Moira came up with two huge, beefy, short haired, Nazi looking security guys. She hid behind them, pointing at Trish and sobbing, saying the black girl beat me for no reason.

"Hey! Why did you hit her! This is not Africa! Don't act like you are in the jungle!" One of the guys sneered.

"She called me a nigger so I taught her some manners."

"You cant hit the poor girl, just because of that! You have to go! Out!"

The music had now been killed and a large crowd had gathered around them. Trish saw pure hatred in the eyes of the security, Moira and the rest of the people. She saw that they didn't care what happened, they were just on the side of the "poor" blond girl. The situation suddenly reminded her of a tennis match she had watched, between Serena Williams and Kim Clisters, in Australia. Williams had won and the white audience had booed her out.

Trish looked at Harald and was looking confused and hesitant. Then one of the Germans put his meaty hand on her shoulder.

"Don't touch me! I am not your woman!" Trish snarled and bared her teeth to bite him. He gasped and jumped back, his square, Nazi face darkening. The guys backed off.

"She is cheeky! Lets grab the black bitch and throw her out!" one of the security guys snarled. The crowd murmured in approval. They smirked and looked like they were planing on bashing and dragging her out.
"I wouldn't if I were you guys!" Harald said, jumping before her. "If you touch her, I will call the cops and sue you!"

"She needs to know her place!" the security guy insisted. "She cant beat a German girl!"

"She is half German and her dad is a very powerful, rich man. I work for him. And you guys don't wanna fuck with him. He has the power to close this place down and have you guys fired. And the way I know him, he will see to it that something not so nice happens to you. Trust me!"

He will get you guys "I am leaving anyway." She stood up and grabbed her purse.

Harald stood up to follow.

"Harald. Stay. Let her go," Moira pleaded, taking his hand desperately. "She is a wild animal. You are too good for her!"

"Shut up Moira! You stupid cunt!" He shouted at her and she jumped back.

"Go! You nigger whore lover!" she shouted after him, and looked enviously after them, crying as security escorted them to get their coats.

On the street, Trish was angry.

"How can she just call me a nigger!"

"She is a stupid cunt! Forget her," Harald said, comforting her and looking embarrassed.

"Those white people really hated me, huh?"

"No. They are not racists. They were just drunk."

"They are fucking racists. Fuck them. I am black and beautiful! Lets go and get another drink."

Chapter 3

They went to another place and had a drink. Trish soon forgot about the stupid girl and concentrated on Harald. She wrapped her arms around him and explored his back as they swayed on the dance floor. Dancing made her happy, and horny. And she could feel his hard cock poking into her crotch and that made her even hornier.

They went on the Reeperbahn street. As they passed a sex shop, Trish took Harald's hand and led him inside. He was blushing as they walked around the rows and rows of porn, as well as dildos, thongs, handcuffs and what not.

"Gosh!" she laughed. "Germans are kinky! They love sex huh!"

"They are perverted!" Harald said, blushing. He was uncomfortable. "Lets go."

"Wait. We only just got here. What is that?" Trish pointed to a human sized, inflatable rubber doll. It was like a woman, with a gaping hole in the mouth and between the legs.

"Its a sex doll. For lonely guys."

"You mean they buy that and fuck it?" Harald nodded. "You must be kidding me. Do you have one as well?"

"No! Lets go Trish!"

"Wait!" Trish was enjoying herself. She led him to a section with thongs and picked up a few to examine them, asking Harald his opinion, enjoying his discomfiture for he was a prude. "Say, if I was to get naked for you, which one would you like me to wear for you?" Harald only blushed. "How about this one, with the zip. Or this, with the split crotch! For easy access I guess!" she giggled. She picked up a white, lacy, split crotch thong and led the blushing guy to the counter. "Pay for it!" she told him. Harald hastily paid. The guy wanted to wrap it up, but Trish took it and put it in Harald's pocket. She laughed as he dragged her out.

"Do you want me to put you into a cab back home?"

"You have to accompany me back home, like a gentleman. And I am going to put those panties on for you, so you can tell me if I look good in them."

Harald swallowed hard. Then Trish stroked him between the legs and he groaned.

"My mom will be mad if I don't come back home."

"Your mom! Can your mom give you this?" She took his hand and put it on her ass and then she started making it clench and pop. Harald gasped.

"Oh!!! My mom suffers from paranoia! I have to go back home!"

"Then we are going to your place." He seemed hesitant. She hugged him, snaked her hand around his head and pulled him down to her lips. She kissed him passionately, tonguing him and grinding into him.

"We will have to be quiet.

They got to the apartment that Harald shared with his mom. It was in Eppendorf, a nearby suburb. Trish hardly noticed anything, for she was horny and she was kissing Harald in the back seat and stroking his cock through his pants all the way, driving him insane with lust. He started grabbing her tits and she threw her head back into the seat and yanked him to her mouth, sucking his tongue in and chewing it.

They climbed up two flights of stairs, kissing and groping each other. Harald let her quietly into a spacious apartment and made her take off her shoes, then he led her quietly to his room.

"Harald! Is that you Harald!"

"Yes mom. I am drunk. See you in the morning!"

He hurriedly pushed Trish into his room and locked the door. Then he put on some soft lights and soft music.

Trish took the thongs they had bought and smiled wickedly at the shy guy as she raised her skirt to mid thigh, pulled off her panties and slid on the new thongs. Then she pushed him onto the edge of the bed and told him,

"Get me naked and tell me how you like my panties..." She stood between his parted thighs and started rolling her hips to the music.

His face was blushing and yet filled with lust. His hands were shaking as he removed her coat and then her top. Trish was enjoying seducing Harald for she was totally in charge and felt so powerful. She reached behind and unclipped her bra, then she held the cups to her breasts.

"Take it off."

His shaking hands removed the cups and he gasped as he gazed at her proud, dark, thick, pendulous breasts. Trish hooked her hands around his head and scooped up a breast.

"Lick and get it nice and wet Harald. Get that black breast honey!"

Blushing profusely, his pink mouth opened and his hot, soft, wet tongue eagerly lapped her breasts till they were wet. And then Trish pushed a hot nipple into his mouth. "Ahhhh! Suck it. Suck it hard. Harder! Oh shit! You are making me wet. Fell how wet you are making me honey!"

She took his hand and led it under her skirt. She parted her thighs and put her pussy in his big, soft hand. He was paralysed as he felt her hot, palpitating wetness. Feeling naughty, Trish made the mouth of her cunt clench and relax and clench, again and again. Then he was gasping and squeezing her pussy and feasting on her breasts feverishly. His middle finger slid in through the split in her gusset and it was sucked into her hot, clenching hole. Trish slid onto his lap and held him tightly to her tits, burying his pale face between her dark mounds as she rode his finger, telling him to pump it in. He did and she went wild and fucked his hand to a fast, blistering orgasm. Then she slid off his lap and lay down on the bed, one knee slightly raised, so he could look up her skirt.

"You are dying to see my black pussy, aren't you?"

"It doesn't matter to me that you are black."

"Harald, I am a beautiful black woman. And you wanna fuck me, don't you?" He nodded hastily. "I wanna fuck you too. Take off my skirt baby."

He blushed so much so she thought it was cute. She raised her hips as he peeled off her skirt. Then, smiling naughtily, she raised her thighs, spread them and started playing with her pussy, rubbing it through the soaked thongs.

"I shaved it just for you Harald. Do you wanna see it? My bald black pussy!"

"Yes!" he rasped eagerly. She looked into his face and saw she could do as she pleased with him.

Smiling wickedly, she pulled the split gusset away on both sides, exposing her engorged, puffed up outer lips and her long, crinkled dark, inner lips. They were smeared with her whitish girl cum. She spread her lips with her hand and exposed her shiny, dripping pink slit. The muskiness of her arousal hit both their nostrils. Harald stared at her pussy like a starving man gazing at a hot, fresh cake.

Trish tortured him, licking her fingers, stroking herself slowly, teasing her slit, moaning and rolling her hips and then licking her shiny digits and groaning.

"Mmmm! Its so tasty Harald. Have you ever eaten pussy?"

"No!" he gasped, blushing.

"Such a big boy like you? Come, lets get you started. Come down to my pussy and eat it honey. Taste this wet chocolate pussy."

Harald came down on her and she held her pussy open and guided him, telling him to lick her vulva with his soft, wet eager tongue. She raised her hips and made him engulf her entire pussy and chew on it softly. He groaned as he drank and swallowed her copious, musky juices.

Trish smiled, gazing at his handsome, smooth white face feasting happily on her black pussy. She held his head in both hands and stroked his hair as she fed him cunt and he ate it eagerly.

Trish noticed a difference to the way Dez ate her. Dez ate her with passion, greed and ferocity. But Harald tongued her worshipfully, slavishly, dutifully, softly, as if her pussy was too good for him and it was an honour. She felt wild and powerful. She held his face to her pussy and fucked him slowly. Then she made him lie on his back and squatted over him. She held him up to her pussy and fucked his chin, nose and mouth, grinding her slippery, wet cunt on him. She pushed forwards too far and his hot, wet tongue slid into her ass crack.

She wanted to say, sorry honey, but he started licking her crack, sliding his hot tongue over her anus and lapping eagerly.

Trish was shocked, for she had never been licked there.

But Harald was now holding her cheeks up and lapping her ass crack. Trish moaned and rolled her ass on his tongue, loving it. She felt so powerful and nasty. She pulled back, and looked down at him, smiling wickedly as he ate her ass with a feverish shine to his eyes. She chuckled dirtily and brought her itchy pussy down on his mouth and used his face selfishly, pumping her hips lustily, not giving a damn about his nose. She reared and gasped and groaned and the bed creaked under them until she came hard all over him.

Trish was so horny now. She ripped Harald's clothes off and went straight for his cock. She scooped it up and gazed at a cut white cock for the first time in her life. It was long, hard and pink, and the engorged tip was inflamed red. She cooed and went down on him. She made him lie back, draped her body over his thigh and ate his dick voraciously. He was blushing and staring at her in disbelief as she feasted on him. She vacuumed deep into her mouth and bobbed her head slowly, devouring his lucky cock. He started crying. She became nastier, smiling around his pink dick as she ran her sharp nails across his belly and chest and then started stroking his breasts and pinching his hard nipples. He hissed and rasped and gasped. His back arched and writhed as she tortured him with pleasure. Then he was suddenly gasping and jerking hard. Trish trapped his leaping cock in her mouth and groaned as his pent up cum spurted into her mouth. She drank him dry, making up for all the weeks she hadn't had dick. Then she let his soft cock flop out of her mouth and licked her smeared lips clean.

"I want you to eat my pussy again..." she rasped and bent over on the bed, face down, ass up. She reached between her legs and started stroking her itchy pussy. He came for her and started lapping and sucking away at her pussy. His nose was buried between her cheeks .

"Yes Harald! Eat that fucking black cunt like a starving dog. Lap it up and drink my juices..."

He ate her slavishly, but greedily, attacking her cunt with greed. She started pumping her hips, loving feeling his tongue in her pussy and his nose in her crack. Trish rubbed her clit vigorously and was soon cuming hard. Then she looked up at him, over her shoulder, smiling sexily.

"DO you like my ass Harald? My big, black ass?"

"Its beautiful," he rasped, gazing at it like it was a delicious steak waiting to be devoured.

"You can lick it if you want! I would love to feel your tongue all over my ass. It would make me very happy..."

Harald moaned, shivering as he palmed her ass and started stroking and squeezing her thick, gorgeous brown globes, feeling them clench in his hands. He went down and lapped the small of her back. Then he licked her buttocks. She started moaning and pushing back at him. He went wild, now sucking on her soft flesh and slurping away. Trish reached back and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her crack. He gasped and then he went down and lapped her with his tongue, going down all the way to her pussy and back up.

"Ohhhhhh! That's wonderful! I love it. Lick me Harald! You are making me crazy..."

He moaned and started plating her, smearing his thick tongue into her crack and wiping it up and down. She loved it. She told him to slide two digits into her pussy and stroke it as he ate her ass. He did it, pumping them in and out. Then he started licking her hole and it was magical for Trish. She cried and pushed her ass up at his mouth. He latched his lips around her hole and sucked it hard and harder. Then he made his tongue long and pointed and pushed against her tight, puckered hole. She started fucking her hips back and forth and he slid in past her opening. She growled like a beast and pushed back and his hot tongue slid deep in her ass.

"Yes!!!!! Finger my pussy and tongue my black ass. Get deep in there! Ah!!!"

Harald had never eaten pussy or even licked as, but he had seen it in porn and always gotten a thrill form watching it. Doing it to Trish was driving him mad. He had never known he could love it so much. His skin was on fire and his dick was rock hard now. He bobbed his feverishly, sending half his tongue into her hole, sloshing it in and out as he slurped and sucked away and pumped his digits into her cunt. Trish reared wildly.

Trish went wild and raised her body on one arm, as the other reached back to grab his head and pull him into her ass.

Harald groaned with joy. She glared over her shoulder at him and his eyes blazed back at her as he tongued her hole. Trish loved seeing the handsome pale face buried between her dark cheeks and loved his tongue in her ass so much. She pumped her pips and clapped her cheeks on his face telling him to never stop. She felt such a wild arousal taking a grip of her senses.

She threw her face down on the bed and spread her knees wide apart, lowering her ass. He chased after her hole and continued servicing her. Trish started cuming hard. Her hands slapped into the bed covers and she came wildly.

Trish made him pull on a rubber and she pushed him on his back and held his cock up as she lowered herself down on him. She squatted over him and started riding him, squeezing his chest and pinching and pulling on his nipples. Their hips slapped into each other lustily and they both tried to stifle their cries for fear of waking Harald's mom.

Trish was so horny and she rode him wildly, pumping her hips lustily, sending his hard dick sloshing in and out of her wet hole. Within a short time, a blistering orgasm broke over her. She jammed her cunt down on him and ground her hips ferociously into his as a raging inferno engulfed her orgasming pussy. She felt his cock grow rock hard in her hole and jumped off him. She took his rigid cock into her mouth to calm it down and sucked him through the rubber, looking into his eyes and torturing him as she devoured him naughtily.

Then she mounted him again, reverse cowgirl and leaned forwards to grab his ankles for support as she rode him and popped her thick, round, gorgeous brown ass in his face. She danced all over his dick and heard him moan softly. She smiled at him over her shoulder as she rocked forwards and lunged back, sending him plunging into her hole, again and again. She started cuming and then she fucked him hard and fast. Her pussy convulsed around his cock and it became tight like a vice around him. His dick got rock hard and Harald thought it would melt from the flames engulfing it. His balls gathered, and the Trish jumped off him, leaving his dick rearing angrily. She laughed and slapped his cock a couple of times and then she sucked it deep into her mouth.

Trish blew him and then she rolled onto her back and pulled him on top.

"Harald, fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard and as long as you can. Fuck me crazy, you hear!"

She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and started humping him fiercely. Harald moaned and started hitting her pussy as hard as he could. Trish amazed him. He had never fucked a woman that moved so well and could take dick like her. He could sing her songs of praise really, but all he could manage were animal grunts. He glared down at her with bestial eyes as she threw her head back and tossed her hair about wildly, her hips shooting up to meet his and send his cock deep into her pussy.

"Oh!!! Fuck!!!!!" Harald groaned and came exploding in her pussy.

"Fuck!!!" Trish snarled, for she wanted to fuck him forever. She pressed her hips into his, feeling his cock leap in her pussy and ground fiercely, wildly into him, rubbing her engorged clit on his dick. Then she was cuming too, grunting and convulsing, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Trish collapsed back and pushed him off her, then she grabbed the condom and pulled it off, tying it together. She sank down besides him and kissed him. She dozed off and woke up to find Harald lying besides her, propped up on his elbow, gazing at her worshipfully.

"Get some sleep honey," she told him, kissed him, and turned her back on him, pushing into his body.

"Please don't tell your dad. He might not be pleased," Harald whispered.

"You sound like you are scared of him."

"I am! Your dad is not that nice when he is pissed."

They were woken up in the morning by Harald's mom for breakfast. She was shocked when she saw Trish. And then angry. She started talking shit to Harald, saying he was not serious about bringing a "Bimbo Schlampe! (nigger whore)" into her home. Harald hastily told her Trish spoke German. She still wasn't quite appeased. Then Harald told her that Trish's dad was his boss. Suddenly, she became so polite, even fawning and called Trish ma'am.

Chapter 4

Trish returned to the Hostel. Harald dropped by the following day with presents for her. They ate Pizza in her room and drank wine. Trish could see he was horny, but he didn't instigate it. She teased him, stripping down to her thongs and and doing stretching exercises as he gazed at her greedily. Then she sat back on the edge of the bed, parted her thighs and told him to greet her pussy properly. He went down on his knees and kissed her sex. She spread her lips and made her hole clench as if it was talking. Harald moaned and slid his tongue deep inside her.

He ate her ass and pussy. He hadn't brought condoms. Trish was irritated, because she was horny.

"Why the fuck didn't you bring some?" she half pouted, half sneered, for she was horny.

"I thought you would think I had only come to fuck you!"

"Harald, you came to fuck me, and I wanted you to come so I could fuck you!" He blushed and gasped. "All right, come and eat my pussy and ass right now. That's what you get for being stupid!"

Trish was only joking, but he went obediently on his knees and started licking her. So she realized he was weak and used his tongue and mouth for her pleasure and came till she was drowsy. She took his dick and started blowing him. He got so hard and horny. Now, Trish became curious. She wanted to see just how weak this guy was. She dropped his cock and told him she didn't feel like blowing, but wanted her pussy and ass licked again. Dez would have shoved his cock right back in her mouth and fucked her face till he came. But Harald obediently went down on her. Trish couldn't believe it. She came all over his face again.

His erection was raging hard. Trish decided to see how much farther she could push him. She started stroking her pussy and told him cheekily to go and buy condoms and drinks.

Dez would never have done shit if she talked to him like that. And he would never have left the room with a hard dick after eating her twice. He would have slammed her on her back and fucked the shit out of her.
But Harald dutifully got dressed. His cock even softened. She told him rudely to hurry and he promised politely that he would. When he said see you soon honey and closed the door nicely behind him, Trish had to stifle her giggles. She wondered what kind of weak, soft man this was. She decided to see how far she could push him. When he came back, and handed her the condoms, she tossed them to the side, and told him to get naked. She spread her thighs and told him to eat her while she watched TV. He did it. Trish made him eat her ass again and used his face for her selfish pleasure till she came. Then she told him she wanted him to leave. He started getting dressed.

She made him look at her and searched his eyes. There was no anger. Just worship. Trish shook her head. She stifled her giggles and pulled him onto the bed then she fucked him. He was so horny, as if being humiliated and abused really turned him on. But he moved stiffly and he came too fast, and she wondered if the two things hung together somewhere.

Then he told her that he loved her. Trish told him she had a boyfriend and would not leave him for Harald.

"Look, I love my boyfriend. I am lonely and need some sex from you. If you are not cool with that, then get out. I will find someone else to fuck. Will you leave or stay?"

"I would love to stay!"

"Then put some cushions under my hips and eat my ass."

He did it.

Trish couldn't believe how easily he let her dominate him.

Now, Trish came from a country where the men were strong, proud and not wimpy. She felt like a kid with a new toy. She decided she would test Harald and see how far he would let her go. When she smiled at him, he thought she was in love with him, just like he was with her. He didn't know that she was making plans for wicked fun at his expense.

Chapter 5

Her dad, Rudiger, was gaining a lot of media attention, for he was very polarising. He was running on a conservative ticket, hailing good moral values and slamming foreigners, lesbians, gays, the unemployed and single mom's. He was very popular with most ordinary Germans. However, foreigners and left wing Germans hated him. Trish decided it was better not to say he was her dad.

Trish polished up her German and became very fluent, though she still had an accent. She got to know several people, mainly other students from the language school and she would hang around with them and go sight seeing or to the cinemas. Rudiger

Sometimes her fantasy pregnancy bothered her. Her breasts would itch and her belly would ache and she would feel nausea. But she had her periods regularly, and thought her body was trying to console her unfulfilled wish to carry Dez' child in her belly.

Dez was now travelling through Africa and he called her regularly, talking excitedly about the different countries and people he was coming across. He said they were all very friendly. She thought of telling him that the white people were racist ass holes, but she decided not to burden him with that.

As she got to know her way around, Trish noticed that the Germans were very different from her people. Back home, the people were loud, happy, they laughed, they were friendly, they greeted each other. Not so in this rich country. The place was filled with long, pale, aggressive, cold, unhappy, unfriendly faces on the streets. She couldn't believe how young, fit men and women would not bother to help old people with luggage or women with prams to climb stairs. They wouldn't even open doors. Guys did not make way for women or the elderly. It seemed like the young men only bothered to help tall, slim blonds. In this country, it seemed like it was each man for himself.

Some people were very friendly to Trish, for she was beautiful and always went about with a smile. But Trish soon experienced open racism several times. People tried to push past her in queues, or some would just call her nigger or bimbo (it means nigger in German) for no reason. This shocked Trish more than it angered her. It would never occur to her to just insult some person she didn't even know. But she noticed some of these guys really hated black people and insulted them like it was their birth right. She was sure they would vote for her dad.

When she talked to Harald about racism, he would go into denial. He would always start saying, "No. Its not really racism." Trish started feeling like white people were racists but didn't want blacks to know it. Like it was their dirty secret.

Now, she asked herself, "What type of people are these?" She felt so homesick. She told her mom she wanted to come back home, but her mom said,

"Stay calm. Every country has graves. Don't hurry with your judgement. Give it a chance, and do a course or a degree. The sunshine and the tasty food over here will not run away."

At first, Trish thought Harald was submissive and fawning to her because he worked for her dad and was hoping to marry her and become part of the family.

However, Trish met his mates and realized that most of them were female dominated softies. Anyway, she saw so many white men being dominated by their women in public, ordered around, insulted and even bitch slapped.

Trish couldn't believe it, that these men were so spineless. She tried it with Harald and it worked. She smacked him one day on the tube, for she was feeling moody and she wanted to test him anyway. He didn't even say shit. When they got to her place, she made him eat her pussy and ass and he did it slavishly.

From then on, she used him selfishly, for her bodily pleasure, or to run errands for her.

But Harald kept bothering her, saying he was in love and wanted her to break up with Dez and date him, and he even asked her to marry him. Trish liked Harald, for he was a nice guy and physically attractive. But she didn't want to date him. She loved Dez and Harald was too much of a softy wimp for her. She could not date a man with no back bone, that looked up at her with the eyes of a puppy.

Trish came from a warrior folk and she had no pity for a weak man. She used him and didn't even bother hiding it from him. All he did was whimper and call her cruel. She would tell him, "There is the door, go if you want," but he never left, no matter what she did to him. Trish couldn't believe what a weak, slavish being he was. Dez would have smacked her and dumped her for that shit.

On the other hand, it was just as well that Harald was fast improving his ass licking and pussy eating skills. The size of his dick was OK, but he came too fast, by her standards. If she told him to pound her and fuck the shit out of her, he would soon be cuming. Or if she rode him hard and fast, or humped him eagerly, the white guy would start cuming He just couldn't hold it and he couldn't give her a nice, long, hard thorough fuck, like the brothers back home. And when she told him to smack her ass and skewer her like a slut, he was like, "No! I cant do that. That is degrading to women." Trish really couldn't help him then so she sat on his face and made him eat ass.

But one funny thing about Harald was that he was confident he would be able to win her heart. One evening, as she lay in bed with Harald, he started going on about how she should date him. Trish yawned, feeling bored.

"oh gosh!!!! Harald, I told you I got a boyfriend back home. You even eat my pussy when I talk to him on the phone."

"Forget him. I can give you more than he ever can."

"What do you mean?"

"He is an African! Its better for you to have a German."

"Harald, what exactly do you mean?"

"What can an African do for you? And what can he give you?" Harald said with derision. He then went into a racist tirade against black men. Trish was amazed and she led him on, like she thought he was right. He felt confident and started telling her stuff like black men had no brains, they were barbarians, they lacked discipline, blah, blah, blah. And they were criminals, abusive to women, unromantic, and yeah, dumb, stupid, dim witted... Everybody knew...

Trish threw her head back and laughed heartily. He got agitated.

"Why do you laugh? You know I am telling the truth."

"You Germans ass holes kill me. Harald, you are such a brainwashed, ignorant idiot!"

"I am a better for you than an African!" he insisted. "You know that too."

"Is that so. Hi hi hi!!!"" she laughed. She couldn't believe him. "Lemme tell you something for nothing Harald, my boyfriend is more of a man than you will ever be. He is more intelligent than you. Yes, don't gasp. He looks better than you, he has a bigger dick than you, and he fucks much longer and better than you."

He smarted for a few seconds. She realized she had told him something he had always been aware of. But he didn't give up that fast.

"Sex isn't everything." Trish laughed at him. He got angry now. "I fucked his girl!"

"Hi hi hi! Harald, you don't fuck me. I fuck you!"

"You just use me!" he sounded hurt now.

"Yes. Get that into your arrogant, stupid head. DO you honestly believe a black woman could love a white man? I just want to fuck you and use you for my pleasure. If that is not enough for you, then there is the door. Use it!"

"You are cruel!" he wailed.

"Don't you ever talk shit about my boyfriend again! Now, what's it gonna be? Either get naked or get lost."

"I love you!" It sounded like a whimper.

Trish was annoyed with him for talking shit about black men, it wasn't even the first time. She wondered why he had a problem with them, for they had never done him anything. She was pissed, so she sat on his face and made him eat her ass and then she told him to fuck off and never come back. He left, head hanging, looking sad. But sometimes, she would call him over and he would come running and she would use him selfishly.

Chapter 6

One afternoon, Trish felt depressed and lonely. She was getting worked up about her dad. The guy hardly came to see her and he was adamant not to let her meet her siblings. He told her the Press were watching him.

Dez called her from yet another country. She could hear loud music in the back ground. He told her that Kenya was live.

But she was not in a mood for fun. She started crying about her dad and family, and he said,

"Calm down."

"He doesn't like me because I am black!"

"Then black mail him. Tell him unless he gives you what you want, you will go to the press and show them your pass port. You said he definitely doesn't want the people there to know he broke his vows with a black woman and fathered you, and is now hiding you away. You can get anything you want from him."

"I just want to be with my dad and my siblings."

"Get money, its easier."

"Dez! Don't be stupid. You have your brothers and sisters around you, mine don't even know I exist. I haven't even seen photos."

Trish wasn't satisfied. After she had taken lessons for two months, her driving licence was upgraded and she was allowed to drive in Germany. Rudiger gave her a small car. She looked up his address on the internet and drove her car to his house. It was a huge Villa in an affluent neighbourhood of Hamburg named Blankenese.

Trish parked her car several houses away and observed it for three days in a row, observing who went in and out. She caught glimpses of white faces through car windows, but that was it. She noticed a black maid who came by every morning. On the third day, Trish accosted her, calling her over, into her car. The woman was from Ghana, in her mid thirties. Trish asked her to let her clean for her the following day. She offered her money. The woman became very suspicious.

"Are you crazy! You want to take away my job?"

Trish started sobbing. Then she told the woman everything.

"Look, I just wanna go in once and meet my sisters and brothers."

"Just go and introduce yourself."

"No! I don't wanna cause him trouble."

The woman had sympathy with her. They went to eat and drink something together and she agreed, and told her what she had to do.

"Be warned though, your step mom is a racist rat. She likes to snap and shout around. Just ignore her. Good luck!"

Chapter 7

Trish returned the following morning, with a maid's uniform in her bag. She rang the bell and the gate slid open. She walked up a long drive way, to a spacious, well down grounds to a big, white, two story house. She rang the bell on a heavy oak door and after a while it was opened. Trish gasped as a blond woman stood before her, dressed in an elegant office outfit. She was in her mid twenties, and tall, athletic, curvy, with a thick bust, slim waist and wide hips. She looked very similar to Trish, in face and stature. Except that she was pale, blond and had emerald green eyes and thinner lips. She looked at Trish curiously for several long moments, just like Trish was looking at her. Her brow furrowed, like someone almost putting her finger on something, but failing to actually connect.

"Hi there. I am Trish. Munai is ill today, so I am working for her."

"Come in. By the way, hi, my name is Iris," Iris said in a warm, friendly voice. She led Trish down a long hallway with high ceilings, and paintings of people that Trish knew were her ancestors, the German part of course.

"Mom, there is someone here for you," Iris called out.

Daniela, came down the winding stairs, in a long, silky, pink night gown, matching robe, and fluffy house slippers. Trish looked up at a tall, slim, busty white woman, with long blond hair that flowed half way down her back, framing a long face, which was pretty, but seemed rather severe. She had pale, gray, blue eyes, a long, sharp nose, and thin, wide lips. She was holding a glass of wine in her hand, at nine in the morning. At first sight, she seemed to Trish to be in her early thirties.

"Mom, Munai is ill and this is her replacement, Trish."

For a second, Daniela paused on the stairs, and stared at Trish, then at Iris, then back to Trish. Then she tossed her hair back, like she was dismissing what she thought was a stupid idea and a sheer coincidence, and walked to Trish.

"Good morning ma'am," Trish greeted, offering her hand, which Daniela took without returning the shake. "I cant believe you are her mom. You look so young."

"Thanks!" Daniela's severe mouth broke into a smile for a second. "Its all about exercise and a good diet."

"Plus the right surgeons. Hi hi hi!" Kata, a girl in her late teens said, as she walked up to them, and kissed her mom on the cheek.

"You are up and awake, Katarina. Wonders never cease!" Daniela said with sarcasm.

"At least I am still sober!" Kata retorted and then fixed her brown blue eyes on Trish and they sparkled with curiosity, fascination and open lust.. "Mmmm! Who are you?"

"She is working for Munai!"

"Mmmm! I got some stuff that needs a thorough cleaning in my room! Mmmm!" Kata chuckled dirtily and Trish found herself laughing too.

"Stop being disgusting!" her mom snickered.

Trish looked at the new arrival curiously. Kata had the same face like her mom. She was a tall, super slim girl a tom boy body. She had short hair, dyed a flaming red and cut like a boy's. She was dressed in a tiny tank top that cupped her small breasts and a pair of tiny hot pants that were glued to her hips with the seam riding lewdly up in her slit. She had a cute rose tattooed on her back, disappearing into her ass crack. Kata winked at Trish and made for the kitchen.

"No no, Kata, don't go into the kitchen yet. We will all have breakfast together."

"Oh!!!" pouted Kata. "Then I guess I will have to go take a shit and shave my pussy."

"Oh!!!!" he mom groaned. "Get lost! And Iris, go put on some make up!" she turned to Trish. "Do you speak German?" she said slowly, like she was talking to a kid.

"Yes, I do ma'am. Fluently"

"Good, I am tired of these foreigners who cant even speak one decent sentence. Work on that thick accent though. You are not lazy, are you?"

"No ma'am."

"Good. Change in that bathroom over there. Hurry up, you got a lot to do. We are expecting visitors, but we should get the breakfast ready first.

Trish changed into a maid's uniform and Daniela commanded her around, making her set up the table for breakfast. The mom basically walked behind Trish, giving orders and insults, as she sipped her wine and coffee. Trish put out corn flakes, muesli, milk, sausages, boiled eggs, coffee tea, plates, cups, cutlery, whatever, and set the table up. Iris read the paper and sipped her coffee, but she kept stealing glances at Trish, like she was glancing at her. Whenever their eyes met, Trish couldn't help smiling and Iris would smile back.

Erich, a tall, lean guy in his late twenties, and Lena, his equally blond girlfriend, came down the stairs as breakfast was ready. Trish could tell that he was Iris' elder brother for he looked like their dad. Erich and Lena were both blond and blue eyed and they were smooth, slick and elegant, smelling of perfumes and loaded with silver and gold and dressed in very expensive clothes. They both didn't cast her one look. She greeted them and they nodded and ignored her.

Daniela took Trish to the kitchen, gave her two slices of bread, a boiled egg and two slices of bacon and put them on a plate for Trish. She told her not to steal more behind her back, she was already fat anyway. She added that she should hurry up with eating, there was a lot to do. She said it with such superior arrogance too.

Eric called out for Trish to bring more coffee. As she was walking into the dining room, she saw Rudiger coming down the stairs. He was in a hurry, tying his tie and shouting angrily at his wife for not waking him up. She sneered, shouting back at him to kiss her ass. Trish quickly turned her back to him. He went into the kitchen and she heard him rummaging around, banging things about and cursing.

"Hey! Mädchen! (girl) Mädchen!" he shouted. Trish' heart thudded, as she realized he was calling her. She ignored him. He came to the doorway, cursing, "Können die nicht mal Deutsch, diese Schweine!" (cant they even speak German, these swine)

He clapped his hands loudly,

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Heisses Wasser! Hot water!!! Tempo! Mach mal Tempo Mädchen!" he snapped. "Du!!!! (you) Sag ma, bist du taub du schwarzes Ding. (Are you deaf, you black thing?)"

"Hey! Bist du taub!" Daniela snorted at Trish.

Trish shrugged and turned to face him. Rudiger gasped and his face went white, red and white again. But he caught himself fast before the others noticed, and waved Trish over and then retreated into the kitchen.

As soon as she walked in, he snatched her arm, sinking his strong fingers in and and closed the door.

"You stupid cunt! What are you doing here! What the hell! Trish!" he whispered angrily.

"I just wanted to see the others."

"Trish, I don't like disobedient children. I will stop supporting you."

"Daddy, I am your flesh and blood too."

"Get out. Go. Leave now. Out!!!"

The door opened and Rudiger immediately released Trish's hand. Iris stood there.

"Dad! Don't get angry at her. She is new. I will make you some hot water."

"No! I will get it myself. Go and get ready for the office. We are leaving soon."

"I am ready. Say, Trish, can you come with me, please. I need a couple of things done in my room, if you don't mind."

"Yes. Unless you have an announcement, I mean, request to make, sir?" Trish smiled at Rudiger.

"No!" he growled and then turned to switch on the kettle.

Trish followed Iris out of the room. Iris led her up the stairs to her room, a spacious bedroom, which was well furnished, and very neat. It had a boarded floor.

"Don't mind dad. He is kind of grumpy in the morning."

"Its OK. What can I do for you?"

Iris showed her a big heap of clothes.

"Those are some clothes that we don't wear. Go through them, if you see something you like, for yourself or the people back home, take it. I will give the rest to charity. Take your time. Dad will leave in 15 minutes, and once she has had her second glass, mom will leave you in peace. All right? Relax!"
"Thanks!" Trish said. Iris went back downstairs. Trish looked through the clothes for a few seconds. They seemed like they were hardly worn.

She looked around the room. On a shelf, she saw a row of photo albums. Out of curiosity, she took down the first one in the row. She started flipping through it, seeing Iris and her other siblings, as children. She got fascinated and lost in them, and absently sat down on the edge of the bed, flipping through them.

Suddenly, the door was yanked open, and Trish jumped up hastily, tossing the album behind the bed. Daniela, carrying a fresh glass of wine, stood glowering at her.

"What the hell!!!! The cheek of it! You lazy little thing! Get up... What did you hide? Were you stealing! Yes!" she sneered, feeling confirmed in her suspicions by the guilty, startled look on Trish's face. She shouted over her shoulder,

"Thief! Thief! Iris, call the police!" Daniela shouted self righteously, now blocking the door way. "You wont escape. You foreign criminals all need to be sent back home! The whole bunch!"

Iris ran up the stairs and stood in the doorway.

"Mom, I told her she could have those clothes. I mean, we don't wear them."

"She was stealing. She hid something behind your bed! Check your money and and jewellery. Empty your pockets, you little scoundrel!"

"I wasn't stealing anything. I was just looking at photos. Sorry..." Trish reached and picked up the photo album.

"Liar. Thief! Call the police Iris! Right now!"

Then Rudiger came charging into the room, brushing past his wife and daughter, to grab Trish's arm so hard she winced. He snatched the album out of her hand, tossed it on the bed.

"Enough of this! You stupid cunt! Get lost! Right now!" he growled at Trish, and started dragging her out.

"Dad!" Iris exclaimed.

"Ah ah. Don't let her off lightly. Call the cops on her! Little nigger thief..." Daniela shouted after her.

Trish gave an animal growl, her eyes flashing with anger and shoved Rudiger away.

"Excuse me! Who are you calling a nigger, you drunkard!" She snarled at Daniela like she wanted to smack her and the mom gasped and flinched.

"Trish! That is enough! Out! Or else!" Rudiger growled.

"Or else what!" Trish snarled at Rudiger. She stepped at him with no fear, just rage. "You are gonna hide and deny me, huh! Daddy!"

"What!" Iris and her mom exclaimed.

"Trish! Get the hell out of here!"

"Not until the truth is out!" Trish charged down the stairs to the bathroom where she had changed. Iris and her mom chased after her, with Rudiger trailing behind, rolling his eyes and groaning. Trish snatched her passport out of her handbag and handed it to Iris. Rudiger tried to snatch it away but Iris nimbly dodged away, and opened the page with Trish's full name and date of birth.

"You are two years younger than me, huh!" she said dryly, and handed her mom the pass port. "Must be the time when daddy was working in your country, huh."

Daniela looked pale like she had just seen a ghost as she read the passport.

"Precisely!" Trish said.

"Oh, this is just what I need to start my day! You stupid fucking cunt! You emotional, dumb, foolish, insolent, little piece of shit!!!!!" Rudiger stated, as a matter of fact.

"I guess I am a chip off the old block!" Trish retorted insolently.

"You are lying! I don't believe you! This is fake! Say something Rudiger!"

"Calm down. Its an old story! Go pour another glass of wine down your throat!"

"I hate you!!!!" Daniela shouted and threw the pass port in Trish's face. Then she charged at her and smacked her across the face.

"Why are you hitting me! Did I tell him to fuck my mom or what!"

Daniela reached back to smack her again and Trish caught both her hands.

"You ever hit me again, and I will knock all your fucking teeth out!"

Daniela whimpered with fear and ran behind her husband.

"Rudiger! Do something! Throw her out! Send her back to the hole she crawled out of...."

"I will go to the press."

"No!!" Iris gasped. "You will ruin Dad. Just calm down, we will find some solution." Iris was reeling, but she was the calmest of all.

Erich, Lena and Kata now walked up, attracted by the commotion. They asked what was going on.

"All right!" Rudiger said firmly, clapping his hands. "Everybody, get lost! This is none of your business. Patricia, come with me!"

"No. I want to be introduced properly, to my brothers and sisters." Trish said firmly. Rudiger tried to snatch her arm, but she ducked behind Iris and put her hands on her shoulders. Iris instinctively spread her arms to protect her.

"I knew it! Hi hi hi! I told you daddy was a player, didn't I mom!" Kata laughed gleefully.

"Shut your stupid face, you stupid cunt!" Daniela growled with wrath at her daughter.

"Aren't you gonna introduce us to her dad?" Kata asked, laughing.

Chapter 8

The whole family gathered together at the dining table. Erich and his girlfriend, Lena were sneering at Trish. Daniela was drunk and kept snorting at her and glaring murderously at Rudiger. Rudiger didn't give a fuck. In fact, he seemed very impatient, like he wanted to rush off to work and his appointments.

Katarina, the youngest was very amused. She wore a thick perfume that hardly covered her stink of the joint she had just consumed. Other than that, she wore little else, just skimpy hot pants and a tank top and she sat with her legs thrown apart, like she wanted everyone to see her outlined pussy. And she was eyeing Trish with fascination and open lust, giving her the come fuck me look.

Iris sat besides Trish and was calm. If the situation could be equated to a meeting, then she was the calm chair. She kept giving Trish small smiles and winks.

"What do you want?" Erich asked Trish.

"She wants your inheritance. I tell you, that is why this greedy creature is here," Daniela snapped.

"I just wanna get to know my family."

"We are not your family! Do we even look like you!" Erich snorted.

"Are you blind, Erich! Look at her and Iris!" Kata snorted and laughed.

Trish and Iris looked at each other and smiled, with warmth and fascination.

"Oh, this is a very touching moment!" Daniela snorted. "Rudiger, sort out this mess. Pay her off. Give her ten thousand. That is a lot of money in Africa."

"Yeah Dad! Pay this greedy slut off!" Erich snorted.

Trish's eyes began shining and she blinked back the tears.

"You know something, if you guys came to my country, I would be so happy and so proud to show my friends and everybody my dad, my sisters and my brother."

"Those from below must look up to those above!" Daniela said sarcastically.

Trish's eyes flashed. "Back home, we are taught to respect adults, and adults are also taught to speak and act like adults!"

"Shut up you stupid monkey! Go the hell back to the hole you crawled out of! Bimbo!" Daniela sneered.

"Daniela, I know this is difficult for you, but I am a person just like your children. I am not made of wood and stone..." Trish started sobbing heavily. Iris put her hand on Trish's shoulder to calm her down.

"Look, I don't have much time for this. I have an interview in an hour. Trish, what do you want? Concretely?"

"I am going to go and jump into the Elbe and drown myself. What life is this that my own dad and my brothers and sisters deny me as if I stink!" Trish wailed in anguish.

"Go! If you want I can drive you!" Daniela snapped.

"You are staying here. Daniela, back off her."

"What! I don't want her in my house! No way! Ah ah!"

"Look. The campaign is heating up. We cant have her running around out there, all emotional and loose. You and I will work this out later, all right?"

"I hate you, you ass hole! You hypocrite, liar and selfish ass hole. Kiss my fucking ass!"

"I would get a new car and Holiday house if I were you mom!" Kata laughed.

"For once, the loser speaks wisely. She is staying! Eric! Come!"

Rudiger stood up and Eric rose to follow. Lena stood up too. Rudiger waved her back.

"You ride with Iris or take a cab." Rudiger said. Lena looked questioningly at Erich. He shrugged helplessly. Then dad and son were gone.

"You can sleep in my room tonight, I will sleep at my boyfriend's."

"Iris. Just leave her alone. Let her find her own way, our African Princess!"

"Relax mom! Just calm down."

"And who is gonna clean up? That is what I wanna know!"

Daniela refilled her wine glass as Iris led Trish up the stairs.

Trish kept sobbing, quiet, heavy sobs, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Iris made her sit on the bed and knelt besides her, hugging her. Iris seemed a bit lost as to what to do, as if such an emotional outburst was something strange for her.

"Calm down Trish. Its gonna be all right. We are not as bad as we seem."

"No! Nobody wants me here. Even my own dad doesn't want me."

"I want you here. Just be calm and patient..." Iris said in a calm, mature voice.

Trish turned and looked at her, "I guess its really weird to have to thank my own sister for liking me, but thanks."

"You are welcome honey. Now, stop crying."

The Kata walked in, puffing on a big, fat joint. Iris sneered in disapproval.

"Kata, you need to find your lazy ass a course or something, instead of taking all those drugs."

"Chill. I am working on my career. Here..." Kata passed the joint to Trish.

"Don't! Its weed."

"I can smell it! And I need one right now!" Trish said, and took a deep puff.

"Finally, a cool elder sister..." Kata chortled. "Go on to the office, our diligent Iris. Go earn mom and dad's approval. I will show Trish around the place."

Iris gave Trish some sleeping clothes and showed her where things were. Then she said she had to leave for work. She went downstairs and found her mom, and Lena, Erich's girlfriend in the living room, drinking and talking shit about Trish.

"There comes mother Theresa!" Daniela snapped and Iris was cast evil glances by both.

"Mom. Its not her fault, if anyone is to blame, its dad!"

"On whose fucking side are you, you traitor. That bitch will take away your inheritance. Is that what you want? You are so naïve and stupid! After your dad has won the senate seat, I am getting rid of her. You can bet on that. And I don't want you associating with her. Is that clear?"

"Yes mom!" Iris said obediently and walked out.

After the joint, Trish was feeling better. She said she would clean up the house. Kata said not to bother, but Trish did it.

Chapter 9

Iris drove Trish to the hostel and they picked up her stuff and moved her into a guest bedroom. Iris gave Trish her cell phone number and told her they shouldn't speak much in the house, but she could call when she was in town and they could do some stuff together.

Trish would leave in the morning for her language courses and return in the late afternoon. She tried to appease Daniela by doing some housework and cooking but she didn't even receive a single thanks, and except for Kata, nobody else ate what she cooked... Kat sometimes talked and flirted openly with her, but she was usually busy with pissing off her mom. Trish was mainly left to herself. Erich ignored her, Daniela glowered at her and Rudiger was hardly home. Iris would talk nicely to her when her mom was out of sight, but when she was there, she would ignore Trish too, casting her furtive, warm glances once in a while.

Her German family was strange for Trish. Rudiger and Daniela lived around each other, not together. He wasn't around that often. He ignored Daniela for the most and she was rude and not even respectful to him. They insulted each other in front of the kids. He would call her "blöde Fotze!" which meant stupid cunt, and she would say, "Leck mich am Arsch! Kreuzweise! Du Arschloch! (Lick my ass. Crosswise! You ass hole!" Trish couldn't believe it, for her parents back home never would have talked like this to each other, especially not in front of the kids or visitors.

Rudiger did not have much of an emotional connection with his family. He had little time for anyone. He however had a soft spot for Trish. He was fascinated with her. Once she was moved in, he always came to her room and took her downstairs for coffee. But he would only indulge in small talk. He did not like to get into emotional things. Just like the rest of the family. For them, "How are you?" was a greeting and not a question.

Daniela drank a lot, starting in the mornings. She usually dressed up in elegant costumes and tonnes of jewellery and drove off in her chic, convertible, shiny, new sports car, to visit friends, shop or get beauty treatments and massages. Trish seldom heard her laugh or saw her smile. She was a rich, unhappy, frustrated, selfish drunk.

Trish tried to be win her step mom over by being nice, cooking, cleaning and washing up. But Daniela, Erich, Lena started using her like a servant, making demands and giving orders, rudely even.

Daniela hated Trish and did not bother to hide it. She was rude, speaking to her like an idiot. She banished her to her room when visitors were around. However, when Trish walked around in skimpy clothes she caught Daniela gazing at her, with fascination, mixed with lust, for Trish could identify lustful glances from women.

Erich was like Rudiger and Daniela's dog, he sucked up big time, like a champion brown noser. He agreed with whatever his mom or dad said, and was rewarded with admiration by them, like a dog being fed a bone. Trish realized quickly that her big brother was a spineless ass kisser. He even kissed his girl friend's ass big time. But he bullied Iris around, and he was very arrogant, rude and mean to the staff and everyone he perceived to be lesser beings.

Iris was the calm one in the family. She was reserved and diplomatic and tried to be on good books with everyone. Her mom dominated her and her dad always put her down. Erich snubbed her and Katarina ignored her, unless she needed money or favours. But she never rebelled or complained, for she had been well trained, to be obedient and put her parents first and never question them. She worked in her dad's main office as the girl for everything. When Trish asked her what she intended to do, Iris said she would marry her boyfriend in a couple of years and look after her family.

"Stupid cunt!" she thought to herself. "I ought to smack her stupid face and make her eat my pussy," she thought to herself in exasperation.

Katarina and Daniela fought like cats and dogs all the time, screaming at each hysterically and using language so rude it burned the ears. Trish was shocked initially, and chided Kata that she could not talk to her mom like that.

"If you were born by a selfish wolf, you have to treat it like one," was all Kata retorted. "Now get off my back. You are pissing me off!"

Kata was very short tempered, lazy, rude, selfish and spoiled. She was very rude and showed no respect to her parents and siblings. She was given lots of money by her mom and threw it out of the window. Her favorite occupations were shopping, partying, smoking weed and watching TV. Trish was amazed at the liberties Kata was allowed. She walked around the house half naked. She never cleaned her room, and it looked like a pig sty, and she never cooked or did any of the things Trish grew up doing for herself.

Chapter 10

On her third afternoon in the house, Trish met Kata's boyfriend, some tall, lanky, long haired, unkempt, tattooed, pierced, filthy, stinky loafer named Jochen. Kata let him in and proudly took him to Daniela, and announced that he was there.

Daniela glowered at him and did not return his greetings. Trish could see that Kata was dating him just to piss off her mom. Trish was fascinated by him. She had never met a human being that resembled an unkempt, lowly animal like him. She was amazed he could even speak. She would never have touched him with long pair of long, insulated tongs. She wondered if Kata had a soft spot for wild beasts.

When Kata introduced Jochen to Trish, he leered at her openly and called her a tasty piece of chocolate. Kata's stoned eyes flashed with jealous. She then meanly said Trish would be real pretty if her hair was straight and she didn't have those fat lips and dirty, dark skin. Trish gasped and wondered if she should smack her later. Kata then led her boyfriend to her room. They smoked so much weed that the whole corridor was soon stinking and cloudy. They put on loud trash metal music, the sounds of loud fucking came from Kata's room. Trish assumed they were fucking, until she walked past the door, which was ajar, and saw Jochen lying on the bed, fully dressed, watching porn.

Trish felt so embarrassed by all this. Daniela however, simply ignored it. This happened over the next two afternoons. Trish could not believe it. Her mom would have whipped her for pulling such a stunt. And she would have felt so ashamed to do something like that at her home, anyway. Talk about no respect.

On the third afternoon, Trish heard smashing things and raised voices coming from Kata's room as she walked by. She put her ear to the door. Jochen was shouting angrily at Kata.

"You fucking cunt! Give me the cash! Mike will fucking kill me!"

"Mom is not around, where the hell can I get the money from? Hell Jochen, I gave you the money and you took most of the drugs yourself anyway. It ain't my fault you kept the cash!"

"Mike doesn't play. You know those fucking Turks. He will fucking knife me!"

"Go suck his dick or offer him your ass hole or something! I don't give a fuck!"

"Yeah, well fuck you Katarina. Fick dich ins Knie, du kleines, verwohntes Gör." (fuck you in the knee, you little, spoilt brat).

"You ass hole! You fucking loser!" Kata snarled wrathfully then Trish heard a loud slap.

"Was zum Teufel!" (What the hell!) Jochen roared. "Jetzt bist du dran, du kleine, blöde Schlampe!" (now you are gonna get it, you stupid little whore!)

Trish heard a loud slap! Kata screamed, then her voice was muffled. Another slap followed. And another.

Trish yanked the door open and burst in. The room was submerged in a thick cloud of weed. Empty beer cans were scattered all over the floor. There was some white powder a folded bill and little mirror lying on a table next to the bed. Jochen and Kata were both naked. Kata was lying on the bed, face down, ass up. Jochen was kneeling over her, grabbing the back of her head with one hand, shoving her face into the pillow as he spanked her ass hard with his other big, meaty hand. His dick was hard and rearing, his pink, reddish tip engorged. Kata's small, round ass cheeks were red with welts. She was crying into the pillow. It didn't sound too much like pain, but Trish didn't care. She ran at him, and nearly slipped over a used rubber. Disgusted, she shouted,

"Hey. Enough. Get out right now or I am calling the cops!" she shouted at Jochen.

"This is none of your business. Either get naked and join us or get lost!" He snarled at Trish. His eyes had a bright shine from the cocaine he and Kata had been sniffing. Kata struggled to raise her face but Jochen pressed it down and smacked her ass hard. She whimpered and trembled.

"Look at her wet little pussy. She loves it rough!" Jochen rasped to Trish, stroking Kata's pink, wet pussy. Kata shivered.

"Get your dirty animal hands off my sister, you sick ass hole! Get lost, right now!" Trish snarled and tried to pull him off.

"Oh, halte die Fresse, echt! (close your gob, really)" He pimp slapped her, back hand, sending her staggering.

"Zeig deine Schwester wie sehr du dass liebst. Ich reiss dir den Arsch offen, du kleines Luder!" (Show your sister how much you love it. I will tear your ass up, you little slut). He smacked her ass real hard. Kata shuddered and moaned. Then he grabbed his cock and tried to line it up with Kata's hole.
"You hit me! How dare you!" Trish saw red. She grabbed a plastic bottle of cola and bashed him in the face with it and it exploded, showering them all. Then she fell on him like a fury. Jochen was too stoned, drugged and drunk to be a match for her fists and claws. She mauled his face and kicked him with her heavy leather boots. Then she picked up the small table, scattering the cocaine and mirror. She smashed it on his back. Jochen started bawled and rolled on the floor. But Trish was too mad to care. She grabbed him by his unkempt hair and yanked him out and then kicked him down the stairs, naked. She yanked him to the door and threw him out naked. Daniela, who was just coming in gasped.

"What's going on?"

"Jochen was just leaving!" Trish snarled and kicked him in the belly. "Next time you feel like hitting someone, hit your mom!" she snarled, and spat on him. Then she pushed the perplexed Daniela inside and banged the door shut.

Jochen started banging on the window and growling that she was dead. He said he had connections. Trish grabbed her cell phone and threatened to call the cops. He begged for his clothes. She stormed upstairs to Kata's room with Daniela following, and tossed his jeans out through the window. He demanded his shirt and boots. Trish started talking on the phone as if she had cops on the line. Jochen repeated his threat to have her killed and sprinted away.

Kata was on her feet now and still naked. She was drunk, drugged, stoned and very pissed.

"Are you all right honey?" Daniela asked.

"Fuck off!" Kata snarled at her mom. Then she fixed her shiny eyes on Trish. "You stupid, fucking cunt! You wasted my coke!" She tried to attack her with her skinny arms. Trish caught them easily.

"That ass hole was hitting you! What the hell do you want with that animal anyway?"

"Nobody gives a fuck about you here Trish! Get that into your thick, black skull."

"Well, I give a fuck about you. You are my sister and I love you."

"Is that so? Well, then finish me off. You interrupted me and Jochen. Now get down on your knees and make me cum. Eat my fucking pussy and choke on it you black cunt!" Kata cheekily started stroking her cunt. Daniela gasped, so did Trish.

Kata laughed and flicked her juices on Trish's face. Trish smiled meanly.

"Kata, my little sister, this hurts me more than it hurts you!"

Trish smacked her hard, making her stagger. Kata couldn't believe it. She started to scream and cry at the same time. Daniela tried to get between them, cautiously, but Trish shoved her away and grabbed Kata by the hair, then she dragged her to her shower and shoved her in, and opened the water. She threatened to bash her if she came out before ten minutes was over. Kata insulted her madly, but she stayed under the shower.

"this is just what we have been missing, one more lunatic in this house!" Daniela rasped. Trish glared at her and the step mom walked off fast.

As Kata showered, Trish went to her room, opened the windows and cleaned up the mess. Many porn DVDs were scattered on the floor. Trish chuckled as she put them in their covers. At least half of them were lesbian flicks. However, the rest were sado-masochistic German productions. The covers depicted women being whipped and and abused. Trish tossed them all in a box.

Kata came back in, her skin steaming from the shower. She had a towel wrapped around her middle.

"Be careful about Jochen. He really has connections in the drug scene and he is an ass hole. Call dad and tell him."

"What. I cant tell dad about this! Its embarrassing!"

"No. he is used to it. Call him, before Jochen harms you. He was in jail for robbery and grievous assault."

Trish called Rudiger and told him everything, reducing her bashing of Jochen to a shove. He was calm.

"You are a tough one, huh?" he said. She thought she heard pride in his voice.

He asked for Kata and made her give him Jochen's number. Four hours later, he called back and said not to worry. He paused, and then said to Trish,

"Don't get too involved with Kata, she is a stupid, hopeless, drugged up cunt. She will pull you down. What are you doing with your life? Know what you want to study now?"

"I want to enrol for Media Design. There is this college..."

"Good. Call Iris if you need assistance with the application. I will pay for it."

"Dad, could we like, talk, one of these days. Just talk, like..."

"I will tell you when I have time. I am busy right now, all right? Gotta go!" Click.

Kata was in a deep, drugged sleep.

Chapter

Trish got dressed and went to pick up application forms at the private Media Design school in town.

Afterwards, Trish called Iris and they met for lunch and then took a walk. They talked about their growing up. Iris had intended to return to work but she decided to take Trish to the movies and drinks afterwards.

Trish was introduced to Iris' boyfriend, Ted, an economics student. He was tall, blond, smooth shaved and expensively dressed. He was immediately infatuated with Trish, gazing at her with lust and fascination, and this worshipful gaze that Trish often got from white men and even women. Ted started having his eyes, ears and mouth only for Trish. He was drooling over her, with his girlfriend sitting next to him. Trish became uncomfortable, for she noticed jealous in Iris eyes.

When Iris went to the bathroom, Ted offered to show her around, without Iris.

"No! Are you crazy!"

"I really like you, yunno. I can pay you..."

He reached over and stroked her hand. Trish snorted and kicked him hard under the table and he gasped and jumped back, blushing. But he still kept casting her his lustful, worshipful gaze. They had several drinks. Trish got drunk.

Iris and Ted walked her to a taxi. Iris told her not to tell her mom, that they had met, and been out. She said they should repeat it soon. Then she hugged Trish nice and long and kissed both her cheeks. Ted wanted to hug her too, but Trish waved and jumped into the cab, giggling. They parted and Iris went to sleep at her boyfriend's.

When Trish got inside, the lights were out downstairs. She went to Kata's room and checked on her. Kata was fast asleep. Trish went to her room and stripped off her clothes. She wanted to shower.

Just then, there was a light knock on her door and it opened. Daniela stood framed in the door way, in a short, pink, silk lace night dress with a deep front that exposed the tops of her big breasts, and a matching gown that was open. She wore a pair of open high heels that matched her gown and night dress. Her long blond hair was combed open, her face powdered and she wore pink eye shadow and pink gloss lip stick. Trish could smell her rich perfume. She wondered if her dad would be coming home soon for a romantic evening, for Daniela seemed like she had taken her time to make herself look pretty.

She was holding a wine glass, half filled with red wine. She seemed drunk. Her glassy pale blue eyes gazed dreamily at Trish's naked, dark, athletic, tall, busty body. Trish saw lust and worship in her gaze. She suddenly remembered she was naked. She thought of covering herself, but decided cheekily that if Daniela barged in, then it was her fault.

"Hi Daniela!" she said softly, smiling and then stretched herself languidly, watching her white step mom. She saw Daniela gazing lustfully at her thick, proud, dark breasts and then her toned belly. Her step mom's eyes rested on her thick, bald pussy.

Trish realized her step mom was lusting after her and ready to worship her.

"Is dad coming back soon?"

"He is out of town," Daniela responded, blushing, her voice quavering and soft. "I wanted to thank you for helping Kata out this afternoon."

"No problem. I am just about to shower. Close the door and come in," Trish said and turned on her heel, to walk to the shower, swinging her thick, firm, round young brown ass sexily, as she felt Daniela's eyes on her.

She heard the door click shut. Then Daniela walked after her into her bathroom. There was a toilet seat and a shower cubicle. Trish turned to Daniela and said,

"Thanks for making yourself look beautiful for me. Take a seat," she closed the seat and Daniela sat on it, blushing and looking entranced. She hastily sipped on her glass of wine.

Trish left the glass doors of the cubicle open and turned on the shower. She stood beneath the head and faced Daniela, parting her dark, strong thighs and striking a sexy pose as the water flowed over her dark brown, wavy hair making it wet and plastering it to her head and the sides of her face. She moved farther under the head and closed her eyes as water cascaded down her face, neck, shoulders and big, dark breasts, onto her belly and down her front and hips, onto her legs and down. She looked at Daniela through her half closed eyes and saw that her step mom was breathing through her parted lips and her breasts were rising and falling rapidly.

Trish smiled and turned around, letting the warm water flow down her back and drip off her ass. Feeling cheeky, she reached back to cup her butt cheeks and pulled them apart to let water flow into her crack. Then she turned off the shower and turned to face Daniela. She was gazing at her wet, dark body with misty, lust filled, worshipful eyes.

"Daniela, take off your gown and come and give me a hand please," Trish said softly, taking a bottle of scented shower gel.

Daniela gasped and blushed profusely. She gulped more wine, and then she stood up as if in a trance and removed her gown. Trish liked the way she did it, slowly and sensuously, like she was trying to entice a lover.

Daniela's night dress was held up by thin straps and it had no back. The silk and lace garment was glued to her skin, showing every contour of the blond's slim soft body. Her nipples were thick and engorged, poking out lewdly through the thin fabric. She walked up to Trish and the black girl smiled at her and squeezed thick, white foam gel onto her palm and put the bottle in her other hand.

"Spread this over my back please." Trish turned her back to her. Then she felt Daniela's soft, trembling hand spreading the gel over her shoulders and back. She stopped just above her ass. "Do my ass too and my legs..." Daniela did it. Trish heard the rustle of her gown as her step mom sank down on her haunches and spread the gel all over her ass. Then she went down and spread it on the backs of her thighs and legs. She wanted to reach around to the from but Trish stopped her. Instead, the black girl pulled her cheeks apart and said Daniela should put some there too. She heard her step mom rasp as she looked into her dark crack. Then her hands were stroking her crack, trembling violently. Trish turned turned around and pulled Daniela up gently.

"Do it to my front too." She watched Daniela's face as the mature white woman squeezed foam onto her palm lavishly. Daniela avoided looking into her eyes. Her face was blushing profusely, but Trish could see lust, coupled with fascination, and joy, like she was enjoying serving her, though this woman hated her guts.

Her white hands were trembling and she seemed like someone touching something precious and fragile as she lathered Trish's neck and then her shoulders. Then she went down to her chest. Trish scooped up her big, dark breasts and told her softly not to miss a spot. Daniela lathered her breasts with trembling, soft, careful hands. She spent some time with her thic, dark nipples. Then it was her belly and hips.

Daniela's worshipful obedience, her aroused gaze and the feel of her soft, trembling hands were getting Trish very excited and naughty.

She smiled as Daniela stooped to get her thighs and legs, her eyes gazing at her pussy. Trish parted her thighs and and put her finger at the tops of her shaved pubes, pointing at her pussy.

"And there too." Daniela rasped and squeezed loads of foam into her palm. Then she lathered Trish's dark pussy her hand very tentative. "Cup it in your palm or you will miss a spot." Daniela did it, cupping her pussy softly. "Stroke it and lather it up nicely. Firmer. I am so wet from the touch of your hands, I need to wash that pussy!"

"No!" Daniela gasped.

"Yes. Lemme open it for you!" Trish reached down and spread her foam covered lips. "Get your fingers in there, just around the opening. I Don't want no foam in my pussy. Stroke it. Yes! That#s good. Your fingers are so nice, warm and slippery. All right, take the shower head and wash me. And here is a sponge. No, in fact, use your hand. Your touch is so nice."

Daniela could not believe how excited she felt as her step daughter that she didn't even like, was making her wash her. She was confused by the extreme state of arousal that she was in. Her pussy was dripping wet and her nipples were hard and itchy, her skin hot and tingly. She was feeling so aroused and happy to serve Trish and do as she told her. She swallowed her drool, gazing at her step daughter's dark, athletic body covered in white foam. It was so sexy and so arousing. Then she washed her with a gentle jet, stroking her back and washing away the foam, mesmerized by the sight of her pale hand on her dark skin. She got so aroused, feeling her soft, silky, warm skin and the young, hot muscles below it.

Then Trish reached back and parted her cheeks. Daniela moaned as she eased her trembling hand between them and dutifully washed Trish's crack. Then Trish turned around and held up her tits for her to wash. Trish started stroking her nipples with her thumbs as Daniela washed her big mounds. Daniela blushed but kept gazing at the thick nipples. Trish pulled her thumbs back and Daniela stroked them, one after the other and they were hard as rocks. She was panting now, the front of gown wet from the shower, and plastered to her slim, busty frame. Trish then made her wash her legs and then her pussy. She lasciviously spread it and Daniela directed the soft jet at it. Then she pulled it back and her pale hand reached up dreamily to stroke the thick, engorged black pussy and the shiny, wet pink, reddish gash. Trish trembled at the contact and Daniela moaned.

Then Trish told her to wash and rinse her hair. Daniela shampooed her and then Trish bent down and let her rinse her hair.

Then Trish turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

"Dry me!"

Daniela picked up a big, soft, fluffy towel and lovingly dried up Trish as her step daughter dried her hair. Then Trish made her dry her crack and pussy. Then she told her to go and get the wine bottle. Daniela walked off as if in a trance and returned soon, with the bottle of expensive red wine. It was half empty. She also had a glass for Trish. Trish had just wrapped the short towel around her hair but was still naked, her dark skin steamy.

"Thanks Daniela. Ditch the glass. Do you like my body?" Trish asked her softly, her face inches from hers, looking into her eyes, fixing them.

"Yes. I think you are very beautiful." Daniela rasped.

"Is it true what Kata said, that these things are not real?" Trish asked casually, reaching up to scoop a big breast under the soft lace dress.

"Yes!" Daniela said, blushing.

"Don't be shy! I think I like them. Pull them out of your dress. I wanna see them."

Daniela blushed and hesitated.

"I should be going to bed."

"Show me your breasts." Trish said firmly but gently. Daniela held the wine glass in one hand as her other hand slowly took out her breasts and left them hanging over the top of her night dress. They were big and firm, the result of a good boob job.

"Nice!" Trish said, scooping them up and running her thumbs over the thick, excited nipples. Daniela trembled, gazing at Trish's dark hands fondling her thick, creamy breasts, causing sharp sensations to shoot to her excited, itching clit.

"Do you like mine?" Trish asked her and she nodded weakly, feeling drowsy. Then Trish pulled her closer by her tits and rubbed their nipples together. Daniela gasped and trembled.

"Trish, you should stop it." she rasped weakly.

"Not before I give you what you came here for!" Trish said calmly, then she untied the short towel from around her hair, grabbed it at both ends and hooked it around Daniela's neck. Daniela rasped and stiffened. "I'm thirsty. Pour some wine into my mouth."

Daniela rasped and then she raised her glass with shaking hands and brought it to Trish's lips. She tipped it and Trish drank it empty.

"Mmmm! Tasty!" Trish moaned, and then she pulled Daniela's face to hers using the towel. Daniela came as if in a trance. Trish kissed her thin, pink lips with her thick, dark ones. Daniela stiffened and gasped. Trish snaked an arm around her back and caught the back of her neck with the other hand, and pulled her into her wet, steamy body.

"Let me go! I should be going to my room!" Daniela rasped,

"You hate me! Yet you lust after me, don't you?" Trish rasped, amused. "Kiss me!"

"No!" Daniela whispered weakly. Then Trish engulfed her step mom's mouth in hers and tongue kissed her fiercely. Daniela tried to push her away weakly. Trish bore her chin into the white woman's lower lip and forced her tongue deep into her mouth and explored her fiercely. Daniela melted and closed her eyes. She started trembling and moaning softly as she sucked on Trish's tongue.

Trish felt powerful and nasty. She pulled up Daniela's night dress and sank her hand into a soft ass cheek, squeezing it and pumping it as she pulled Daniela's hips to hers and pushed her thigh between hers. Daniela gave a high but soft moan and started rolling her hips around Trish's thigh, rubbing her cunt into her. Trish chuckled into her mouth. Then she grabbed a wad blond hair and pulled her back, making her wince sharply.

"You know what I have always wanted to do to you Daniela? Smack your face and force you down on your knees and feed you my pussy."

"No!" Daniela rasped fearfully, going all red. But she did not try to pull away.

"Now, I wont smack you. But I am feeling horny. I need my pussy licked."

"I don't do that!" Daniela rasped fearfully.

"You will do it for me! Give me the bottle." Trish stepped back into the cubicle, pulling Daniela after her. Then she grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down. She did not use much force because Daniela sank down on her knees as if in a trance. Trish stood over her and pulled her face up to a breast.

"Wrap your loving arms around me and open your pretty mouth!" Daniela did it and Trish scooped up her thick breast and tipped the bottle above her nipple. She shivered as the cold wine washed over her skin and excited nub. Then it poured into Daniela's gaping mouth, some trickling down her chin and onto her breasts and dress. Rasped through her nostrils and shivered against Trish.

"Swallow!" Trish said softly and Daniela did it, moaning. Then Trish fed her wine from her other breast and made her swallow it too. Then the black woman leaned down.

"Open up your mouth and lick my tit clean. Yes! Suck and slurp it clean. That's nice. Lean back so I can see you lap it with your sweet little pink tongue..."

Like she had known, Daniela did it. She started moaning and trembling as she sucked and fed herself on Trish's dark nub. Then Trish fed her her other nipple too.

"You are good. Have you ever done this before?"

"No!" Daniela rasped.

"Sink down now. Sit back on your feet."

Trish towered over her white step mom and raised one thigh to hook it over her shoulder, poising her pussy over her mouth. Daniela blushed profusely and trembled strongly as Trish spread her pussy with one hand and poured wine over her gash and it dripped into Daniela's mouth. Daniela moaned and shivered as her mouth filled up. Trish paused and let her drink and then poured more wine over her cunt into her white step mom's mouth.

Trish was feeling so naughty. She didn't know why Daniela was letting her dominate and humiliate her, but she was loving it. She told her to clean her pussy with her mouth and lick it clean. Then she lowered her wine drenched, bald pussy on Daniela's face, keeping it spread.
"Kiss it like you love it. Give it a nice, long, deep kiss..." Daniela opened her mouth and kissed it softly with her pink lips. "Now, lap it up like a cat! Clean everything," she said in a gentle but firm voice. The entranced step mom whimpered and started lapping. Trish hooked her hand behind her head and started grinding her engorged, excited pussy into Daniela's mouth.

"Suck it up. Suck my pussy real nice... Oh! That is so good. Get your tongue up in my pussy hole!"

Daniela moaned and engulfed >Trish's pussy into her mouth and then she started sucking and stroking her hole with her soft, hot tongue. She felt Trish tremble and moan. Daniela hooked her hands around her hips and grabbed Trish's ass and pulled her pussy onto her mouth.

Trish ground her hips into her step mom's face, feeling her pussy melt as it was sucked and lapped, sweetly, gently, slavishly.

She had had sex with many girls, but none of them had been like Daniela. They had wanted to have fun and get naughty. But Daniela wanted to please her, like a slave almost. Trish leaned back, feeling powerful and drank wine from the bottle. Then she pushed Daniela back, keeping her leg over her shoulder. She told her to spread her pussy and then she fucked the long neck of the bottle into her pussy. She started fucking herself with it and directed Daniela to tongue her clit and suck it to her rhythm.

"Suck and release it and suck it again. And keep lapping it with your tongue! Ah! That's good.

Daniela did it obediently. As Trish's movements became urgent, so did Daniela's. Now she was pulling Trish firmly onto her mouth as she ate her clit.

"Oh fuck! Yeah! Look up into my face while you eat my clit!"

Daniela looked up at Trish, her cold, pale eyes all shiny and excited, her long pretty face all red. The worshipful look on her face did it for Trish, much more than the bottle she was twisting and rolling and pumping into her excited hole, or the hot tongue and soft lips on her clit. It was the worshipful look that made her cum hard. She stiffened and groaned as her face twisted and her hips bucked. Then she climbed off Daniela's face and pulled the bottle out of her palpitating pussy.

"You loved making me happy, didn't you?"

"Yes!" Daniela rasped.

"Are you a lesbian?"

"No!" she rasped, blushing.

"Have you ever been with a girl?"

"No!"

"Have you ever wanted to?"

"Not until I met you!"

take off your dress and lets go to bed!"

"No! I should go to my room."

"Forget that."

Trish pulled Daniela's dress off over her head and then she peeled off her conservative but sexy, pink, lace panties. She pulled her into the shower and turned on the warm water. Then she lathered both their hands and told her step mom to stroke her as she stroked her too. She washed Daniela's breasts and then washed her between her legs. Daniela immediately started moaning and writhing against her in the throes of lust. Trish pushed her against the hot walls and and wriggled three digits into her hole and then she finger fucked her. Daniela fingered her back and tongue kissed her softly but greedily. Trish hooked her thumb over her thick, engorged clit and rubbed it as she fucked her hole with two digits. Daniela started bucking and cuming hard. She threw her head back against the wall, grimacing as she convulsed violently, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

Trish dried her drowsy, wobbly step mom and made her dry her too. Then she led the tall, pale blond to her bed. She made Daniela lie on her back and she straddled her face and fed her her pussy.

"Stick your tongue out and slide it up and down my slit. Bob your head. Yeah! That's it. I am gonna fuck your tongue and cum in your face, you white bitch!You want that, don't you?"

"Yes!!!" Daniela rasped, craning her neck and grabbing on to Trish's hips for leverage to bob as her black step daughter used her tongue for her joy. Trish sat on her face and fucked her mouth and tongue for her pleasure, cuming several times. Then she rolled onto her back and slid several pillows beneath her ass and raised her thighs, then she made Daniela kneel before her, and hold up her dark thighs.

"Eat my black pussy Daniela. Feed yourself. Make me happy!" She showed her how to finger fuck her hole and the German step mom did everything, obediently, slavishly, moaning with pleasure from being dominated, humiliated and used for Trish's pleasure. And she was cuming so often, without touching her own pussy.

Trish grabbed her by the hair, making her look into her eyes as she fucked her face and used it for her satisfaction, till Daniela's tongue and jaw were sore. But Daniela kept licking her dutifully. At one point, she complained that she needed a break.

"Fuck that!" Trish chuckled, amused. "Keep eating my pussy till I tell you to stop. Eat it. Slide your long tongue in my hole and bob until I say stop. Yeah! That#s it. Suck and slurp. And finger your ow pussy, whore!"

Daniela did it. Finally, when her clit was itchy from cuming. Trish then rolled on top of Daniela and kissed her for ages. Daniela melted under her, stroking her lovingly and moaning.

"You have been a good girl Daniela. Now I am going to reward you! I am gonna love this. I have never fucked a white bitch before, you know?"

"Its all right. You Don't have to do anything for me."

Trish chuckled and wriggled two digits inside her pink pussy and finger fucked Daniela as she ate her big, creamy tits, telling her to hold them up. She snaked her tongue around a thick nipple and teased it and then sucked and chewed on it. Daniela's pussy started clenching violently around her digits as the step mom started cuming and gasping. Trish gave her no time to rest. She went down on her, devouring her pink flesh. As she neared Daniela's pussy however, Daniela became scared. She tried to push Trish away and wriggle free.

"No! Stop it! I don't want! I am not a lesbian. This is gross!" She seemed like someone coming to her senses suddenly.

"Daniela, you have been eating my pussy for almost an hour, bitch!"

"You made me do it, you evil cunt! I am not into those things!" she wailed. "Don't lick me there please!"

"Don't fight your nature! You are my lust slave. You do what the fuck I want!"

Trish forced her down and brought her mouth to her pussy. Daniela tried to fight it for a few seconds. Trish rolled and pumped her digits in and out as she would lap her clit, suck it and lap it, again and again, to her rhythm. She was enjoying the internal struggle in Daniela, between her want and lust and her mind.

Daniela started relaxing and then her body melted.

"Get up on your elbows and look at me eating your pussy!" Trish told her as she pulled her digits out, to rub the slippery digits all over her excited, dripping gash. She sucked up Daniela's pussy juices and went up to her mouth, as she swished them around and made a cocktail of them with her saliva. And then she let them drool down into her pink lips and Daniela moaned and sucked them in and swallowed. She had her first orgasm.

As Trish went back down on her, Daniela started groaning and rolling her hips. Trish told her to pinch and pull on her nipples and she did it. Trish ate her and finger fucked her lustily and Daniela started crying and hissing and fucking her face. Her hips whipped up to meet Trish#s tongue and fingers. As she came, she pushed her hips up and threw her head back, thrashing about violently, her eyes jammed shut as bright explosions ripped through her cunt and head. Her pussy was convulsing violently around Trish's digits.

As she recovered, Trish climbed up onto her knees and bent that big, black ass over and then she started stroking her slit. Daniela recovered and drank straight from the wine bottle.

"Daniela, come and lick my ass!"

"No!"

"Do it! Come and make me happy! Now!"

Trish said firmly, and Daniela whimpered and came and licked her ass, with the same obedience and slavish joy that Trish had noticed on Harald, her ex German lover. She made Daniela plate her ass crack and then lick her hole as she stroked her clit.

"Oh fuck! Yeah!!!" Trish groaned, loving feeling the hot tongue in her ass. "Get up in there Daniela Get all up in my ass. Mmmm! Bob your head. Fuck me with your tongue! Oh yes! Fuck my ass. Go in as deep as you can go! Come on. You can go deeper than that! That#s it! Keep bobbing and slurping! Shit!!! Suck the shit out of my ass! Oh fuck! This is fun!" Then she had her finger fuck her pussy and tongue her hole for ages, loving it and popping her ass in her face. Daniela started getting into it, hooking a hand around Trish's hip to yank her to her face as she slithered her tongue in and out of her hole and sucked and slurped greedily, groaning and gasping. As Trish came hard, Daniela came too, gasping and bucking violently, without touching her pussy. Trish came for over three minutes, and then she finally rolled away, sated.

She pulled Daniela into her arms and held her. Daniela started weeping. Trish stroked her hair and dozed off.

When she awoke, Daniela was just coming out of the bathroom, where she had collected her gown and soaked dress. She was blushing. Trish rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her shoulder, gazing at Daniela with amusement.

"You especially enjoyed licking my ass, didn't you?"

"I don't know what came over me! I have never done anything like that. Please don't make me do it again."

"You loved it, bitch!" Trish chuckled. "Is that why you hate me, because you wanna eat my ass?"

"No! You made me do those vile things, you evil girl. Please don't tell anyone. And please don't make me do that again."

"But you enjoyed it!"

"No! No!" Daniela started weeping.

"All right. Get the fuck outta here. But don't fuck with me again! Unless I say so!"

Trish laughed heartily as Daniela went slinking out like a dog, blushing, head hanging.

Chapter 11

Trish enrolled to study Media Design. Iris announced this to Daniela, Erich and Lena at supper, they might respect Trish more. Daniela didn't say anything, but Erich and Lena attacked Trish. They told her to be realistic. Media Design was too complicated for her, what with computers and software and stuff. And what the hell she would do with a degree in Africa. She should seek a cleaning job.

Trish ignored those hos, for that was what she now called them. She started going to the Media School, where her classes lasted till late afternoon. Usually, she would meet up with Iris. Iris no longer brought Ted with her, and Trish was relieved.

Daniela meanwhile had developed fear for Trish. She didn't bother her, but she kept her distance and would hurry away when she saw her. However, sometimes, when she bumped into her in a passageway or on the stairs, and there was no one around, Trish would block her way and smile with amusement at her. Daniela would start blushing and trembling and Trish knew she could get her to do it all over again if she wanted to.

Trish started immediately at the Media School. She needed a computer and Rudiger sent her to pick up a lap top and paid for it and the software. Iris helped her set it up. When they ran into some problems, they asked Erich for help. He refused.

Kata ignored her for three days after the incident with Jochen. However, on the third evening, she knocked on Trish's door and came in.

"Hey. I just made some popcorn. Come to my room, and lets watch a movie." she said and Trish followed.

Trish almost feared it would be some perverted German porn, but Kata showed her Sissy, a German classic with Romy Schneider, that she had loved in her childhood. They lay in Kata's bed, propped up on pillows. Kata fired up a fat joint and passed it, giggling sweetly at the movie. Trish liked it too. Kata snuggled up to her and Trish slid an arm around her and pulled her close. She stroked her and Kata purred contentedly. When the movie finished, Kata was snoring. Trish dozed off and they slept in the same bed.

The next morning, she woke up to find herself lying in Kata's arms. She gazed at her pretty face affectionately, wondering how such a lovely, young creature could be so corrupt.

Kata stirred awake and smiled drowsily at her. She kissed her on the lips and said softly,

"Iris and Erich once watched me getting smacked by this ass hole and didn't do shit! Said it was my fault."

"I will never let anyone harm my blood."

"Thanks. Big sis," Kata kissed her and hugged her. "I will meet you in town this afternoon."

True to her word, Kata met her around four. Trish's red haired sister was wearing sexy, dark shades, popping gum from lips that were a glossy red. She wore a thick, short fur coat and skin tight, low sitting hipsters, with her red thongs showing, and high heeled leather boots. She had a cheeky, arrogant expression on her face, like "Yeah, I am the queen bitch! So fuck you!" She stared intently at Trish, hugged her tightly and kissed her on the lips, grabbing and smacking her ass.

Kata always looked at Trish with open lust. However, it wasn't the submissive, worshipful type of lust that Trish was used to from German guys or her mom. It was raw, animal lust. She knew that her young sister wanted tough fuck her and eat her out. Like a greedy, horny man.

"How are you, beautiful!"

"Fine honey. Hey, your panties are showing. And half your ass. Pull up your pants. Hi hi hi."

"No! That is the fun. I got it and I flaunt it. Come, lets go have some fun."

Kata took her to noble beauty salon. Trish saw the prices and gasped. Kata said not to worry. They spent the next three hours there, getting their hair washed and cut and their eye brows trimmed. They also got their legs and thighs waxed. Trish wouldn't but, Kata got her pussy and ass waxed as well. Then they had facial, and full body peeling. They took mud baths, had massages and got their nails cut and coloured.

Trish felt good but the bill was staggering. Kata signed for it.

"Kata, that was expensive!"

"Dad will pay."

"What if he wont?"

"Oh he will. He even pays my drug debts for me."

"He must love you."

"No he doesn't. He cant stand me. He doesn't even bother to chide me, yunno. He just pays and ignores me! Do you know, I have no memories of him ever holding me on his lap as a child. Neither does Iris. But she follows mom and dad like a little puppy, desperate to earn the love that they cant give. I feel sorry for her."

"Come on, they love you guys. They must. You are their children."

"Dream on. If you are smart, get dad's money and have fun while you can coz that is all he has to give. You need a new ward robe. Lets get you some hot clothes."

They went to some designer boutiques. Kata wanted to choose the clothes for Trish but she had her gasping and blushing.

"I wont wear that! Forget it!"

"Come on. Don't be a fucking prude. You got a hot body. Don't you see all those people eyeing you. Those nice, big tits and that cute round ass! Mmmm!" Trish almost baulked for Kata eyed her with raw lust. "Make them salivate for real and give them hard dicks and wet pussies."

"No! I wont walk around like a whore!"

"Then wear it for me at home. Keep me wet!"

"Don't be silly. I am your sister!"

Trish insisted on choosing her own clothes. However, Kata insisted on getting a few, naughty skimpy outfits for Trish along with the rest. Kata paid with her dad's card. They drove home with bags full of new clothes.

As soon as they got home, they tried the clothes again in Kata's room. Then Kata had them both walking around in skimpy, lacy, semi-transparent hot pants and tiny tops. Trish's were white and Kata's were black.

Kata pulled Trish before the mirror and they gazed at their reflections, a tall, busty, athletic, curvy black woman in white lace, and a tall, slim, red haired white girl, with small tits, a waist like a wasp, slim but flaring, curvy hips, long, endless legs, all dressed in black. They both felt aroused, by the reflection.

"Damn! We are hot, Trish. I like you in white and me in black. But you know what I would like even more, how about I put some white in you and you put some black in me!"

Their eyes met, and sparks of arousal flew between them. Then Trish giggled and ripped her eyes away.

"Kata, why do you wanna fuck me? Because I am your sister or because I am black?"

"Both! And I am good. You will love it. Lemme turn you out!"

"We are sisters! Forget it."

Trish walked slowly to the bed, feeling aroused, and feeling Kata's eyes on her ass, so she made it roll round and round. She climbed onto the bed slowly, arching her back, pushing her cheeks out. Kata stared at her with open lust now. Trish parted her thighs, let her take a good look at her pussy and started popping her cheeks and clapping the booty. Kata smiled and wagged her finger at her. Trish laughed.

"Don't tease me now!"

"You should thank me, coz that is all you are gonna get! Come here, lets watch a movie."

They slid in under a blanket and cuddled as they puffed away and watched a movie. There was a thick eroticism between them. Sometimes Kata tried to grab her tits or pussy but Trish pinched her hands sharply.

"Oh, you are frustrating me!" pouted the horny young sister.

"There are some things in life that are just nice to fantasize, without actually doing them. We are not animals that must follow every whim."

"So you at least fantasize about it!"

"Of course! You run around half naked with your pussy outlined. And you are hot!"

"Oh! Lets do it. Just once!"

"No way! Keep your fingers away from my pussy"

Chapter 12

Trish and Kata started spending loads of time together, much to Daniela's ire. Even Iris took Trish to the side and told her not to get close with Kata, or she would end up in the gutter with her.

But Trish loved Kata for she was her sister and as far as she was concerned, family was family. And Kata fascinated her, for she was raw, candid and such a bad girl. She was a rich girl who liked low lives. She knew many people, mostly rogues, small time criminals. They were from the gutter, used and trafficked in drugs, carried weapons like knives and knuckle dusters, and they were always going in and out of jail. They were selfish, evil and stupid and didn't bother or couldn't hide it.

Trish was astounded and fascinated like someone seeing exotic animals at a zoo. She had never thought to meet such worthless miscreants in Europe. Many of the guys and some of the girls tried to fuck her as soon as they met her, but Kata protected her, telling them to leave her sis alone and go fuck themselves.

A few of the people they ran into were rich people's kids trying to play bad boys and girls. Those rich kids were thrill seekers who thought criminals were cool and idolized them. They were used like bank cards and sex machines by the low lives. Kata wasn't trying to be bad and evil. She was bad and evil. She was street smart and had a lot of criminal energy and destructive potential.

Kata was astounded one evening when they were walking down a street and Kata started smashing rear view mirrors with her boots. She damaged all the cars, whether cheap or expensive. But when they passed a shiny new sports car, she got her knife out and slit the roof open, and this, on a rainy day. If she had at least smiled or even laughed, Trish might have understood.

A couple of evenings they were sitting in a pub with a few of her mates, who looked like thugs. A guy walked in and Kata went mad.

"Look! There is that ass hole, Ron!" The guys saw him and got angry. "Go and kick his ass," she urged.

"No!" One of the guys said. "I am out on probation. I will be sent back to jail."

"What did he do?" Trish asked.

"We were at a party and needed some cocaine. He said he knew where to get it and disappeared with our money and we never saw him again. Guys, go and beat his ass."
"No!"

Kata stood up, went to him and emptied a glass in his face. He tried to smack her and she ran back to the table. He gave chase like she knew he would. He tried to hit her, so the guys she was with then stood up and bashed him badly. When he fell to the ground, bleeding, Kata kicked him with her boots. Then they ran for it. A few days later, she told Trish that the guy on probation had been picked up and thrown in jail for breaking it.

"Shit, Kata. He said it. Now you got him locked up!"

"He is a jerk. If I know I am out on probation, I don't get involved in fist fights."

One evening, Kata said they had to borrow Iris' car and pushed Trish in front. Iris wasn't too keen but Kata said Trish would drive it, to pick up something for their mom. They drove the car to some apartment and Kata handed it over to two guys who disappeared for several hours.

Trish got worried.

"Hey Kata, Iris will be pissed at me about the car!"

"Fuck Iris. And don't worry, they wont damage the car."

"What are they up to?"

"They wanna pick up some stuff!" Kata responded, smiling.

Kata and Trish smoked weed with the guy who stayed behind. Kata and the guy were popping pills she didn't know. The guy tried to offer Trish some but Kata wouldn't let him. Trish fell asleep from the strong weed and when she woke up, Kata and the guy had disappeared. She heard some sounds coming from behind a door and opened it softly. She found them in a bedroom. The guy was kneeling on the floor and Kata was standing over him, sitting on his face like it was a bar stool. She was holding the stretched back strap of her thong way out of her crack and holding her pale, round cheeks wide apart and the guy was eating her ass like it was delicious and his hand was stroking her cunt. He was moaning and groaning. Kata was facing the door but she was gazing at the ceiling, eyes closed, face screwed, as she rode the guy's tongue. so she saw her, and winked, smiling wickedly.

"Oh yeah!!! Oh my goodness! You are so good so talented! Yeah! Get your tongue deep in that ass and I might let you fuck it. Get in real deep. Oh yeah!!! Eat my fucking ass!"

Trish gasped and Kata looked at her and saw her.

"Mmm! That's it honey! Tongue my ass hole! You wanna eat my sister's ass too? Wanna get that talented tongue deep in her ass? That big, brown ass! Don't lie to me, I saw you looking at it."

"Yes!!!" The guy rasped.

Kata indicated for Trish to get naked. Trish hesitated. She didn't wanna fuck the guy. But Kata pulled the guy out of her ass and he blinked as he saw Trish.

"Mmmm! You beautify chocolate girl. I wanna taste you!"

"I don't wanna fuck him..." Trish said.

"I want you to eat her Mark. Eat her good and we will come back another day and fuck you. Both of us." She winked at Trish.

Soon, Kata and Trish were sitting side by side on the bed and the German was eating them out. They passed him back and forth by the hair and he devoured their pussies like he was starving as they stroked their clits. The guy begged to fuck them, but Kata said he was fucking up now, and if he kept that up, they wouldn't be coming back to fuck him. She was talking to him like a jerk for German girls never cut those stupid guys any kind of slack.

He apologized nicely and she told Trish to lay back and raise those thighs high and push her ass out. The guy parted his her cheeks and dove in, sucking her gorgeous black ass. Kata grabbed the back of his head and made him bob and slide his tongue in and out of Trish's anus and he was groaning away with relish. Trish decided that white guys were really so cute and nice. She couldn't imagine doing this to a brother, for they weren't such fools. She rolled her hips and rode his tongue with her shit hole.

Then the naughty young sister reached over and started stroking Trish's clit. Trish started moaning aloud.

The guy was really talented and Kata definitely knew how to finger fuck a pussy and work a clit. Kata tried to dip in and eat her pussy but Trish pushed her face away. The guy groaned sadly, but Kata told him to get back to bobbing. Trish came screaming. Kata dove in and sucked her clit hard and she came even harder. Then finally, She pulled her sister away from her pussy, kissed her deeply and told her it was her turn. She grabbed the German's head and directed him to her white sister's hole and he now ate Kata's ass and Trish returned the favour by working her pussy with her digits. She didn't suck her pussy but it was still fun. Kata loved it and came crying and bucking hard. The German guy was all excited now, jerking off and shooting his cum on the floor and licking so good that Kata came again.

They promised they would hook up with him, and left for the living room, as the guy went about cleaning his cum from the floor.

"I ain't fucking him!" Trish swore. "He can eat a good ass but he needs to shower!"

"Pssst! Not so loud. He is dumb. I always do that to him."

"German guys are soft, aren't they? And they got small dicks and cant fuck!"

"Jens and Jimmy are hard," Kata said talking about the guys that had left. And I heard they are really huge and can fuck hard, from some other girl they used to fuck together. They always share a girlfriend. Wanna fuck them when they get back?"

"And Mark?"

"They will tell him to fuck off. He is the lowest in the crew."

"No. We should go back home," Trish said.

They smoked another joint and then the other guys returned the car. Kata started turning the guys on. Trish watched in disbelief as both guys stood before her younger sister and Kata pulled both their cocks out of their pants and started blowing them. They were not small, but they were not huge. They didn't beat any black cock she had seen, and that was excluding the really huge ones.

But Trish got horny all the same, for Jens and Jimmy were big, muscular young white males in their prime and they were acting real hard and she knew from Kata that they were criminals. She decided to see if they could give her the hard, thorough fuck she needed. She reached over and Kata passed her one cock. The two girls sat side by side and blew the dicks voraciously. Mark was watching and jerking off.

"Oh..... Unbelievable!" Jens groaned, seeing his pink cock swallowed up in them pretty black lips. Trish looked up at him with twinkling eyes as she jerked and blew him.

"Here, try this one and tell me which tastes better!" Kata rasped and they crossed the cocks over one another so they could each suck the other guy's tip. They weren't sure which tasted better, so they leaned in and kissed each other, slowly deeply, as they stroke the guys' cocks.

"Shit! These are real fucking sluts! This is so hot!" Jimmy wanted to grab and jerk his own cock but Trish pinched his hand and told her, leave that to me. They blew them and both guys soon exploded in their mouths.

Trish was disappointed, for she had expected a little more longevity from healthy young criminals. But she didn't wanna rush to conclusions, as she and Kata sat back and got their ass licked. She wondered if German men had a thing for eating ass, for they hardly licked their pussies but went straight to shoving their tongues up their holes. She said "What the fuck!" and frigged her clit hard like Kata was doing, till she came hard.

Then they fucked the guys on the couch. They slipped rubbers over their cocks and the guys started pounding them. Trish lay back, pulled her knees to her chest and told Jens to beat her pussy up. He bit his lip and started fucking her hard. Trish got into it and started screaming, hearing Kata scream besides her as Jimmy pounded her. It was getting real nice and she was working herself up for a good fuck when Jens started cuming! Trish pushed him away and grabbed Jimmy from Kata.

"Hey! That's my cock!" Kata protested.

"I am older than you. Plus I am a guest in your country. Show some hospitality.

Kata was kind of pissed, but then she directed Jimmy into Trish's hole and leaned in to suck Trish's clit as Jimmy pounded her black pussy. Jens did not have to be told, he started eating Kata's ass. Trish loved it. She was holding Kata's pretty face to her pussy with one hand as she stroked and pinched Jimmy's pale, muscular torso with the other, trying to get him to keep it nice and slow.

Then Jimmy started galloping away and came screaming.

Trish came too, but only because Kata sucked such a good clit. They fucked them a couple of more times that night. Trish finally found a way to get some good sex out of those white boys. She lay back and fucked one while Kata sucked the other. When he was close to coming, she pushed him out and his mate took his place, while he cooled his cock in Kata's mouth. This was the only way to make that white cock last. After she came hard, Kata took her place and got fucked crazy.

The two girls left and then Kata realized she had left her phone so they went back to get it. Mark opened the door. Jens and Jimmy were busy sucking each other's dicks and didn't even see them.

As they drove home, Kata said to her,

"Wow! Those guys are really big and they can fuck so good, huh?"

"You are stupid Kata. Those guys aren't big! And they cant fuck! They don't last longer than five minutes!"

"They last longer than the guys I have fucked."

"Kata. I think white guys have small dicks and cant fuck. That is why they hate black men so much."

"I can believe that," Kata said. "Have you seen how black guys are always better at sports, music and dancing. But one thing though, white guys love to eat ass. Can black guys lick a good ass too?"

"They will slap that pale face for that shit, bitch! What were Jimmy and Jens doing with the car?"

"No idea."

When they got home, they went to Kata's room and ate each other. Then they fell asleep.

Chapter 13

The following evening, Iris was jumped by some undercover cops at the gate and her car was impounded. She was taken in for questioning. She called home and screamed at Kata. Kata and Trish drove to the police station. The car had been used to steal stuff at a construction sight. The cops had a video of it.

"My sister knows nothing about it!" Kata told them, chortling. "Show me the tape. Yeah, that is Jens and Jimmy. Jens is the blond. I normally wouldn't snitch on friends, but these guys are so dumb! They didn't even think of covering the number plates and wearing masks. Stupid fucks!" Kata laughed. "Here is their address!"

As they left the police station, Iris was irate. She wanted to beat Kata but Trish got between them for she was sure Kata would have won.

They quickly drove to the guy's apartment and parked on the opposite side of the road. Soon, many police cars drove up with blaring sirens. Armed cops rushed in and Jimmy and Jens and Mark were soon dragged out of the house in handcuffs. Jimmy head butted a female cop and the other cops threw him to the ground and beat his ass out of shape.

Iris looked on in disbelief but Trish and Kata were laughing.

Just then, two guys Trish and Kata had met a couple of times walked up. They were obviously high, and I do mean very.

"Hey, your mates Kata, warn them!" Trish said.

"No. Watch!" The guys walked up to the apartment.

"Who are you? Where do you wanna go?" a cop asked them.

"Eh, to Jimmy."

"Uh huh? Who are you?"

"Eh, ah, yeah, ah... Eh, we are colleagues of a colleague of a colleague. Yeah, that's right actually..."

"All right! Up against the wall, right fucking now."

They were searched and they were carrying cocaine, weed and ecstasy. They got handcuffed, smacked and thrown into a patrol car.

Iris shook her head and started the car and drove off.

Kata fell over laughing. "Shit! I love these guys! I love them to death!"

As they drove home, Trish asked Kata why she liked these low lives.

"They are fun. And real. They are not like all these fakes like mom and dad. And anyway, the rich are the the biggest criminals of all. The hard working poor are like sheep, you see. They are brainwashed and naive, made to follow the rules the rich break all the time. Its all such a big fucking joke. The problem with most guys who become criminals is that they are dumb. I mean, you have noticed it for yourself. They become criminals out of necessity, coz they are too dumb to do something else!"

Chapter 14

Trish was invited to her dad's office for the first time. The call came from Iris. Rudiger occupied an entire floor of a tall office complex in the city centre. Iris met Trish at the reception and led her to Rudiger's office, which was well furnished in black leather, with classical wall paintings and a splendid view of the city. Rudiger was sitting behind his desk, in a leather armchair, dressed in shirt, tie and suit pants. Erich, in a suit, was sitting on the desk, to Rudiger's left.

Trish and Iris sat side by side. Rudiger greeted Trish warmly, Erich just nodded. And the Rudiger put on a stern face and tone of voice.

"You hang out with Kata. Now, tell me, what does she do? Is she involved in illegal, criminal things? Is she into drug trafficking?"

"What?"

"You heard Trish. Out with it? What is she up to with her friends?"

"Nothing. They just hang out."

"Don't mess with me Trish! Don't waste my time."

"We know she takes drugs. Her friends are criminals, aren't they?" Erich sneered.

"If you know, then why are you asking me?"

"Look dad! I told you they are of the same feather!"

"Trish! Come on. Just tell them! They want to help her!"

"Hey guys, I know nothing! Absolutely nothing! Zero. Nil. Zilch!"

"Cough it out Trish! What does she do with those people. Is she dealing drugs? Is she involved in crime? Out with it, or I shall cut your allowance in half. If you talk though, I will get you a new car. Any that you would like."

"Hey dad. I am sorry, but ..." Trish shrugged her shoulders.

"Punish her dad!" Erich sneered. "After what they did to Iris! Cut her allowance."

"Is that what you want Trish? Kata doesn't deserve your loyalty. All right. That is settled now. Half! And you don't start talking now, the other half is gone too. You will have to wait tables. Or clean. Is that what you want?"

"I am sorry, but I am not a traitor." Trish looked firmly at Iris.

"I didn't tell him. It was Erich!"

"Not very surprising!" Trish sneered. "Dad, here are the car keys. I can even take these clothes off and leave them here if you want, but I wont sell out my sister."

"Stop being emotional! Is that supposed to be touching!" Erich sneered.

"Erich, shut your stupid face! OK!" Trish snarled angrily. "If you want to order someone around get your own kids! What's your problem? Are you barren? Or gay?"

Iris gasped. Erich went mad. Rudiger leaned back and watched from one to the other.

"Dad. Tell her to shut up or I will smack her!"

"Smack who?" Trish jumped up angrily and removed her watch and slammed it on the desk. She was mad as hell. Iris wanted to get up to restrain her but Rudiger waved her down. "Come and try it. In fact, just come and touch lightly and you will see! I will ruin your pretty face! You look like girl anyway!"

"I wont dignify your stupid emotional outburst with a response! Just shows how uncivilized you are!"

"All right then. I will wait for you outside! Today you are really going to get to know me!" Trish banged her fist onto the table.

"What problem do you two have with one another?" Rudiger asked.

"He doesn't greet me back. He ignores me as if I am air! Today he is going to learn his lesson! What kind of a man runs after his mom and girlfriend like a dog?"

"Hey! Shut your stupid mouth! Jetzt reicht's aber! (enough)" Erich shouted, going very red.

"He is bigger than you!" Rudiger pointed out.

"I used to box dad! Jochen was bigger than me and I bashed him and kicked him out naked! Ask Kata!" Iris gasped aloud and Eric seemed nervous. "This little pretty boy here wont last a second! Come here Erich, or I am coming for you!"

"Stop that. Take your keys and go home. Just don't spend too much time with Kata, OK?"

"But dad! She hasn't told us anything," Erich whined.

"Just come with me and I will tell you something, dear brother!"

"Shut up Erich! And you should at least greet her back! Bye Trish!"

"Wait Trish... Lets get a cup of coffee. Be back in a few dad!" Iris said, picking up Trish's watch, bag and coat and walking after the furious girl. Iris put her arm around Trish's shoulder and Erich frowned.

"She is really so violent and uncontrolled!" Erich said, looking after the closing door. "She is barbaric! She doesn't fit into our family dad."

His father looked sharply at him.

"I had four sisters as you know Erich, all of them older than me!" Rudiger said. "But I used to beat the hell out of them. They never said shit to me," he smiled. " But I am not saying you should do it."

"You know I abhor violence dad!"

"I know you do." Rudiger smiled. "All right, where were we? Get my lap top and tell Jenny to bring me some coffee."

"Yes dad!"