The First Foundation Pt. 02

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!"