Latina Mayonnaise (erotic flash fiction)


Becky awoke to blurred vision and bound wrists, darkness all around her. Where is this?… she pondered with vague, disordered thoughts as objects and shapes sharpened, slowly, into focus. A person could just be made out; the form of a human, slight, but looming over her so close that Becky could smell her breath. She knew at once it was a woman. Perfume – light, citric, faintly alcoholic – floated around her nose. Soon after, a voice confirmed it.

“You’re probably wondering what you’re doing here.”

“Where am I? Why are my clothes?” Becky moaned, her vision completely restored. In front of her stood a young, champagne-hued woman, dressed in perfect black clothes, with tarry, lustrous hair to match them.

“That doesn’t matter,” the girl replied flatly, staring down at her catch with lustful curiosity. “The important thing is that you’re here.”

The girl was wearing a short skirt, stretched tight in parts by the voluptuousness of her golden thighs. She was intoxicatingly pretty. Even in the strange light of the circumstance, Becky couldn’t help but think this.

“Who are you? Why am I here?”

“I like white girls,” the girl replied, smiling. “That’s why you’re here. Do you like Latinas?”

“I don’t like women at all. Not like that.”

“Did you vote for him?”


“Did you vote for him?”

“Who? You’re not making sense.”

“Trump! Did you vote for that cunt with the candy floss hair? You know what? You don’t have to confess, bitch, because I know the answer. You fit the demographic.”

“Because I’m white?”

“Pretty much,” the girl laughed, lifting the heavy seal top off a large barrel-drum.

“What’s in there?” Becky panicked.” Don’t kill me please! I have a family! I have three kids!”

“Really? Three huh? Lemmeguess… Taylor, Jared and Amanda? Or what about Rebecca, Suzanne and Craig? Charlie, Emma and Brad?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

The girl produced a long, iron ladle and dipped it into the barrel. When she then raised it, the ladle bowl was filled to dripping with viscous white fluid.

“Get ready.”

“What is that?”

“Don’t worry you’ll like it.”

The girl lifted the ladle and poured the white fluid over her own head, sending gooey rivers and rivulets streaming down over her black clothes and golden skin.

She stepped forward and began to kiss Becky passionately on the forehead, mouth and cheeks, all the while rubbing mayonnaise in thick globs over her captive’s naked body.


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