Taylor Evans was young,
blonde, beautiful and rich. Well, her father was rich, which was much the same
thing when you're eighteen. Since graduating from Beverly Hills High her life
had been an endless vacation, with long, lazy days spent downtown shopping,
having brunch, attending gallery openings, or pool parties.
Now and then she'd fly to
New York or London or Paris, and there was just nothing like lounging lazily on
the deck of a yacht anchored off the French Riviera, with all the men gathered
around flattering her and wanting her and doing everything they could to impress
her.
It never really occurred to
her that any of this was abnormal, not on a conscious level. Taylor didn't
think much about other people, except as they related to her happiness. She had
a social set, and friends, and, of course, her family. Beyond that, what did it
matter?
As far as 'ordinary' people
went, she didn't think about them at all, except insofar as they served or
annoyed her in turn. She had become well-used to being treated in an obsequious
fashion by clerks at the high priced shops she visited, as well as by the wait
and serving staff in other locations.
She had become so used to
such treatment she became highly indignant when she didn't get it. She didn't
think she was being unfair in castigating those serving people who failed to
deliver what she considered the proper standard of service.
Her father, who had been
forced to compensate some of the people she'd thrown things at or struck, had
disagreed. She honestly couldn't understand why he felt the need, or what some
waitress she'd thrown ice cream on could possibly do about it if he hadn't.
After all, if the silly cow
had brought the right ice cream it wouldn't have happened!
Some of them were snippy or
disrespectful, which definitely deserved whatever tongue lashing she gave them,
and there had only been a handful of cases where her father had even learned of
the way she treated 'the help' as she more or less defined everyone who wasn't
part of her social set.
He had apparently felt
otherwise. And so, when her driver's license had been taken away he'd hired a
chauffeur for her, a chauffeur who was also to be her 'bodyguard'. She thought
the idea was absurd.
Her friend Kaitlin had made
it worse when she'd suggested that Mister Smith, the new servant, was more her
babysitter, meant to keep her out of trouble, than to protect her helpless body
from some evil person.
Because that,
unfortunately, made sense. Her father was a lawyer, and so horribly into rules
and stuff!
So he'd hired a huge ugly
brute to trail around after her! What was worse, he was a negro!
And what was even worse than that, far worse, was that he didn't know his
place!
Refused to know his place!
He was big, and
intimidating and horribly strong, which made trying to slap him for
impertinence a painful and degrading exercise for Taylor, having been forced to
kneel in a corner for punishment as if she were a child!
He didn't treat her
entirely as a child, though. She'd had to kneel naked!
She was bewildered by Smith
and the effect he had on her. He was a hired servant! That put him into a class
of people she had always felt entirely free to say or do whatever she wanted
to. Yet when she'd joked about him
hanging around in trees he'd actually spanked her bare bottom!
That was shockingly
outrageous! What was worse was how she'd reacted, which was like a bitch in
heat. He'd fingered her to an insanely powerful orgasm, then stripped her naked
and driven his impossibly large black cock deep into her belly and made her
scream in pleasure again and again!
And that had only been the
first time!
It was a horribly dangerous
and unreal relationship, for if any of her friends even suspected she was
having sex with a negro servant she'd be shunned!
She didn't even like him!
She didn't want anything to do with him! Well, beyond him driving her around,
and beyond... beyond those incredible orgasms!
She had never been
multi-orgasmic, not until Smith began using her like she was his whore, began
roughly manhandling her, slapping her, tying her up, and making her beg for it!