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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
Somehow being around Bernadine seemed to always put Jolene on the defensive. She had the impression that her older sister thought she was somehow better than the rest of the family. Along with her college education, she'd managed to lose her country dialect. It made Jolene feel almost as if Bernadine was ashamed of what she had been before. What Jolene and her mother still were.
Jolene was embarrassed to tell her sister that she had to go meet George. She knew what Bernadine would think of her. But, now she was late and she was all too aware of the white man's impatience.
"I's got to get goin', Dina," announced Jolene. "George be wantin' me to go up to da huntin' cabin before I git mama up to his daddy's house."
"I see," scowled Bernadine. "Go do what you have to, Lena. I'll get the girls settled in while you're gone."
Jolene hurried out of the house to her car and drove towards the Walker family's hunting cabin. It was near the lake outside of town, but it was on the way to picking up Henrietta at the Walker's estate where George and Herbert each had homes.
By the time she arrived at the cabin, George was already there. His new Cadillac was sitting out front. She parked her beat up Buick next to it and went up on the porch. The door was ajar, but she knocked anyways.
"Massa George?" she called out. "I's sorry to be keepin' you waitin', suh. You in dere?"
"You're late, Lena," came Georges voice, clearly irritated. "I'm going to have to punish you. Strip. Right out there on the porch. Then craw to me on your belly. Now."
"Yessuh!" Jolene replied.
"Shut the fuck up!" the white man shot back. "I don't wanna hear another word out of you, bitch. Just do what I say an' make it quick!"
Jolene felt a knot in her stomach, but also wetness between her legs. She stripped off the maid's uniform dress and her underwear which left her standing naked outdoors on the porch. The big black girl got on her hands and knees and crawled over the threshold into the cabin. She got down and crawled on her belly towards the chair where George sat. Her heavy breasts, belly, and fat thighs scrubbed painfully against the rough wooden floor.
"Get that fat black ass up in the air, nigger," commanded George. "Keep your face on the floor where it belongs."
Jolene pulled her knees under her, raising her ass. She placed her head, face on the floor at the white man's feet and waited for further instructions. She heard the jangle of his belt buckle and knew what was coming next.
"You kept me waitin', cunt," he said evenly. "And I ain't gonna have that. So I'm gonna take it out of your black hide."
Whap! Whap! Whap!
Jolene cried out with each stroke of the belt on her ass, but didn't move.
Whap! Whap!
The next two strokes landed on her back. He hit her hard, not holding back in the least.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Blows rained down on the hapless negress's back and backside. He stopped finally and placed his shod foot on the back of her head, pressing her face into the floor boards.
"Now you listen to me, nigger," George lectured. "Jus' 'cause you work for my daddy don't mean you can disrespect me by bein' late. When I give you an order, you'll fuckin' well do it! You got that?"
Jolene was confused. He'd asked her a direct question, but had previously ordered her to be silent.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
The leather strap danced over her welted black flesh.
"Owww!" she cried into the floor, her voice muffled.
"Answer me, bitch!" demanded George.
"Yessuh!" came her reply. "Forgive dis dumb nigger, suh. I din't mean no disrespect by bein' late fo' you. I swears it ain't gonna happen agin."
Whap! Whap! Whap!
The big black girl yelped like a whipped dog as the white man beat her with his belt. In spite of the pain, she could feel her pussy lubricating.
"See that it don't," he said.
Jolene remained in position, sniveling, her chest heaving and back side burning. After a minute, her tormentor lifted his shoe off her head.
"Get up on your knees, nigger," ordered George. "Display position."
"Yessuh," Jolene replied, her voice cracking.
The negress put her hands on the floor and pushed herself up until she was standing on her knees. Her face streaked with tears and dirt from the floor, she put her hands behind her head, thrusting her chest forward. Sweat rolled down her body and stung the welts on her her back and ass.
"I'm gonna whup those udders now, Lena," the white man informed her. "You're gonna take it an' like it."
"Yessuh," she responded.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Jolene's saggy breasts swung with each blow as she struggled to keep from crying out. She winced when the last stroke caught on of her nipples. George stood up, breathing heavily. He dropped his pants.
"Suck my dick, nigger," he ordered her. "Suck it good."
The fat naked black woman took the white man's cock into her mouth and lovingly sucked it. In spite of the painful beating she'd taken at his hand, she wanted to please him. Slurping noisily, she bobbed her head up and down on his erect member.
Whap! Whap!"
"Faster, cunt!" demanded George, encouraging her with additional blows to her tender backside.
Jolene responded by moving her head with greater vigor, his cock poking her in the throat. She gagged and sputtered, but never slowed the pace. Finally, her efforts were rewarded.
George stiffened and grunted as he ejaculated in the negro's mouth. Jolene swallowed his sperm hungrily. The white man put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face into his crotch, semen still squirting out of his dick. After a minute he relaxed his grip slightly and she felt his cock soften between her lips. She waited for him to release his grip on her.
Jolene was startled, but not surprised, when the trickle of warm liquid started. More often than not, George would empty his bladder into her mouth after she'd serviced him this way. She gulped his urine down as the flow of piss increased. He must have been saving it up, she thought.
George stepped back from her once he'd finished relieving himself down her throat. He pulled up his pants and started putting his belt back on. Jolene waited on her knees, her eyes on the floor.
"Get out," he said, not looking at her. "I'm through with you for now."
She started to stand, but he pushed her over with his foot, sending her over onto her back. Grit from the floor was rubbed into the swollen welts.
"Crawl, bitch," George glared at her. "You ain't earned the right to stand. So crawl like a animal."
Jolene started towards the door on her hands and knees. She felt his shoe on her ass and he pushed her onto her face.
"On your belly, nigger," he ordered. "Like you came in."
The fat negro crawled along on her belly, further aggravating her sore whipped breasts on the floor boards. The going was slow and painful. She didn't rise until she was back outside on the porch where she left her clothing. She brushed the grit off her gingerly and dressed.
Sitting behind the wheel of her car, Jolene squeezed her thighs together to put pressure on her swollen clit. In spite of the beating, use, and general humiliation, her pussy was on fire. To this day she couldn't understand why it turned her on to be treated so harshly. She thought of what Bernadine would think of her if she knew and felt ashamed.
The big black woman started the engine and drove away, leaving George and the cabin behind her. The taste of his urine was strong in her mouth and she knew what she must look like. But, there was no way for her to fix herself up between here and the Walker estate, so she simply continued on.
Jolene had been over this route thousands of times. Having Bernadine home again had her remembering the first time she'd made this trip. She'd recently had her sixteenth birthday at the time and her sister had been away at the state university for a few years already.
* * *
Ever since she'd watched her mother and older sister strip naked and offer their bodies for Mister Walker and his son's use, Jolene imagined herself in that situation. Many a night, she'd masturbate before going to sleep thinking about being ordered around by the old white man and then sexually used.
Jolene had already gone to bed for night when Henrietta came into her room and woke her.
"Git up, Lena," she said, shaking daughter gently. "We gots to go see Massa Walker. He be waitin' on us now so we gots to hurry."
"Mama?" Jolene asked, not quite all the way awake. "Wha's wrong?"
"Ain't nothin' wrong, child," replied Henrietta. "Massa Walker says it be time to make you a woman. It be happenin' tonight."
"I don't un'erstan, mama," her daughter said, sitting up in her bed.
"You'll be un'erstandin' soon enough, girl," her mother responded. "All you gotta do now is git up an' git ready to go."
"'k," Jolene said, the import of what was about to happen starting to sink in.
"Go take you a shower and brush yo' teeth," Henrietta instructed. "You gon' be nice an' clean fo' dat white man. Den put on a clean white gown. I be downstairs waitin'. Git a hurry on, girl."
Jolene stumbled out of bed and went down the hall to the bathroom. Brushing her teeth she looked at herself in the mirror. I'll be a woman later tonight, she thought. Just like her mama and Bernadine.
The black teenager stripped and stepped into the shower. She enjoyed the feeling of warm water on her body and she slipped a hand between her legs. Her pussy was wet with anticipation. She loved knowing that the older white man had chosen her and wanted her.
Back in her bedroom, she got a clean white gown out of her closet. Putting it on, she noticed she could see her nipples right through the material.
"Mama!" she called down the stairs. "You kin see my stuff through this! I can't be goin' outside dis way!"
"You can an' you will, Lena!" replied Henrietta. "Dat's how da man wants you an' dat's how you gonna be."
Blushing, Jolene came down the stairs, naked under the thin white gown. Henrietta looked her over and smiled.
"You be lookin' pretty as a picture, Lena," her mother said warmly. "Massa Walker gonna be lovin' you."
Jolene blushed even harder and felt her pussy getting moist. Henrietta opened the door and they walked to the old car in the driveway. The black teen shivered in the thin gown even though the night air was warm. Soon they were on the county road going past the lake on the way to the Walker estate.
"I's nervous, mama," Jolene said, breaking the silence.
"Tha's natural, baby girl," replied Henrietta. "But you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin'. All you gotta do is to be polite an' respectful an' do like you tol'. Bein' a nigga fo' da white man ain't hard at all. When he tell you to be doin' somethin', you say 'Yessuh, boss' an' git to it. When he finishes usin' you, you say 'thank you fo' usin' dis nigga, suh' an' mean it. Dat's all dere is to it. Fo' everythin' else tonight, yo' mama's gon' be dere wit' you."
"Are you sho' he gonna be likin' me?" asked the colored girl. "I knows he liked Dina. But I's kinda chubby an she weren't dat way at all. You sho' he thinks I's pretty?"
"Girl!" laughed Henrietta. "Dat white man likes yo' mama jus' fine, believe me. An' I's bigger 'n you. He likes his niggas soft an' round. He thinks Dina be too skinny. He wants a woman wit' meat on her bones. So, don't you go worryin' 'bout that no mo'."
Jolene smiled to herself. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet with anticipation.
"I's 'fraid it's gonna be hurtin' me," the girl said.
"Den you jus' gon' have to take it," Henrietta told her. "Dis ain't 'bout what you like o' what feels good fo' you. Don't matter if you be hurtin'. Dis all 'bout pleasin' dat white man, dat's it. If it be hurtin', you jus' smile an' take it. If he asks how you is, you tell da truth, but you say you honored to take it fo' him. Un'erstan?"
"Yes, mama," replied Jolene.
"We almost dere," announced her mother. "One mo' thing. Don't you be lookin' at him 'less he say so. Don't you be sayin'' nothin' 'less he asks you somethin'. Don't you be doin' nothin' 'less he tell you to. If you gotta say somethin', ask his permission to talk first."
"I be doin' like you say, mama," Jolene promised.
Henrietta pulled the old car around the back of the big house. They got out and went to the back door and rang the bell. Jolene had butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't remember ever being so anxious.
A large gray haired black woman wearing a maid's uniform answered the door and let them in.
"Evenin', Fredimae," Henrietta greeted her.
"Massa Walker be waitin' in the study, Etta," said Fredimae. "You go on back dere."
Fredimae smile a toothy grin at Jolene as she walked by her into what appeared to be the kitchen. The teenager blushed and hurried to keep up with Henrietta, who had proceeded through a door and down a hallway. Obviously, this old black woman knew just what was going on.
"Dat old lady knows what I's here for, mama!" whispered Jolene. "I din't think nobody else'd be here."
"Don't fret none 'bout Fredimae, girl," Henrietta reassured her. "She been here forever. She was here fo' years 'fore I came here fo' my first time. Ain't nothin' she ain't seen."
The hallway was plushly carpeted which added to the oppressive silence of the big house. They came to a wooden double door where Henrietta knocked.
"Come on in," said a masculine voice from inside.
Jolene followed her mother through the door into the study. The room was quite large. A couch and a few high backed chairs were positioned around a long coffee table immediately inside. Beyond that was a large dark colored wooden desk with only a telephone on it. A couple more high backed chairs faced the desk, and seated behind it was Herbert Walker. His hair was silver, but he had a full head of it. He was dressed in gray slacks and a dark sweater. He was wearing a white shirt and red neck tie under it.
"We's honored you chose to have us here, Massa Walker," Henrietta began.
"Thank you, Etta," smiled the silver haired man. "So, this is young Jolene? My, oh, my! She is a fine example of a young negress. Nice and plumpy, too!"
Herbert got up from behind the desk and took a walk around where the two negroes stood, eyeing Jolene. The colored girl blushed while her mother beamed at the attention her daughter was getting from the white man.
"What do you say to the nice gen'leman, Lena?" Henrietta prodded her.
"Uh, thank you, suh," Jolene said softly, her head bowed.
"Well, let's have a look at you, girl," Herbert said at last as he sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. "Help her off with that gown, Etta."
"Right away, boss!" said Henrietta eagerly.
The older woman took hold her daughter's gown in her hands and lifted it up over her head, leaving the teenager completely naked standing before her mother's employer. Jolene's heart was pounding in her chest. Her mouth felt dry, but her pussy was soaked. It was both embarrassing and exciting to be totally exposed while the white man was completely dressed.
"Etta, get her into the display position so I can get a look at what we've got here better," he told the nude girl's mother.
"Open dem legs up, girl," Henrietta instructed. "Far as you kin. Den put yo' hands behind yo' head. Stand up straight an' push yo' chest out. Dat's da display position. When a white gen'leman be usin' you, dat's how you stand 'less he say different."
Jolene moved her feet apart and laced her fingers together on the back of her head. She stood at attention with her chest thrust out. She remembered seeing Bernadine assume this position that night at her house when Mister Walker and George were there. That memory added to her arousal. She was certain she could smell her own scent wafting up from between her legs.
"Well, that's just marvelous!" Herbert exclaimed with delight. "What a good nigger she is! I remember how difficult it was gettin' your other girl into position. Now, this one does it just fine the first time! Good girl, Jolene!"
The naked black teenager blushed even harder at the white man's words.
"Not only obedient, but pretty, too!" the white man praised her. "Nice fat ass, thick thighs, and such big udders for sixteen! My, oh, my! I bet you got a sweet soft coochie, too, girl."
Herbert reached his hand between Jolene's legs and touched her pussy. Her legs trembled and he smiled broadly.
"Not just soft, but soaking wet!" he observed. "Marvelous! You like showing your stuff off for me, ain't that right, girl?"
"Yessuh, Massa Walker," Jolene said softly, still looking down at the floor. Then thinking of her mother's example she said, "I's honored to be showin' you what I got and you likin' it."
"And so polite!" exclaimed Herbert. "I know I'm gonna just love you, girl. You're just how I like a nigger to be."
Without taking his hand off her sex, the white man started fondling the negro teen's breasts. Caressing them at first, he then squeezed them and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped when he pinched them.
Herbert began stroking Jolene's pussy causing her to start humping his hand, desperate to increase the pressure on her swollen clit. It felt good to her and she began breathing more heavily.
"You're ready now, ain't you, girl?" he smiled up at her. "Yo' mama tells me you ain't never been with a man. That right?"
"Dat's right, Massa," Jolene answered, breathlessly, barely able to focus on what was being said. "Mama say I gots to save it fo' you, suh."
"Ain't that thoughtful of her!" he exclaimed again. "Savin' this fine black coochie for an old man like me. Your mama's a fine nigger, girl. You'd do yourself proud bein' half the nigger she is."
"Thank you, suh," Jolene accepted the compliment.
"Well, I ain't got as much time as I'd like," said Herbert, dropping his hands from Jolene's private parts. "I'll just be gettin' a quick piece tonight. Bend over the desk, girl, an' keep those legs open."
The moment of truth, thought Jolene. The black teenager turned and stepped closer to the white man's desk. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the top of it. Her ass was in the air and her legs were open. She'd be a woman now. She'd fantasized about this moment almost every night for several years.
Herbert got up and stood behind the naked teen. She heard his zipper go down and then felt his hard cock right at the entrance to her well lubricated vagina. The head of his dick stretched her hole for a second and then he shoved his entire length into her virgin pussy.
Jolene felt a sharp pain as the old man pushed right past her maidenhead in a single thrust. It wasn't long before he was pounding into her hard enough to get her breasts swinging against the desk. The pain gave way to the initial stirrings of pleasure.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" grunted Herbert, ejaculating into Jolene's unprotected vagina.
"Ahhh..."
She felt the semen flood out of him and into her bare pussy before she could get close. His erection softened almost immediately and he withdrew from her. So as suddenly as it started it was over. She felt a little disappointed after having built up this moment in her imagination all this time and then having it end up like this.
"Ask to clean yo' mess off the nice gen'leman's dick, girl," Henrietta instructed.
"Kin I clean yo' dick off, suh?" asked Jolene sweetly.
"You sure are a polite girl, Jolene," Herbert said, clearly pleased with her. "Go ahead."
Jolene kneeled at the white man's feet and took his glistening cock into her mouth and sucked the cum and pussy juice off it. She gagged a little on it, but finished and rested back on her knees.
"Thank you fo' usin' dis nigga, suh," Jolene said sincerely, her eyes downcast. "I's honored you got my cherry an' made me into a woman."
"It was my pleasure, girl, believe me," replied Herbert.
"I hopes my girl was pleasin' to you, boss," said Henrietta.
"Oh, very much so, Etta," he answered. "I know I'll be usin' her plenty from now on. Now, you two are gonna have to run along. I've got calls to make so get her dressed outside. Close the door on your way out."
"Yessuh, boss," Henrietta responded. "Let's git goin', Lena. Da gen'leman has important things to do. Git yo' gown up off da floor."
Jolene picked up her gown and followed her mother out of the white man's study. Semen leaked out of her pussy and ran down the inside of her leg. Henrietta closed the door and waited as her daughter put the gown on once the got into the hall.
As they reached the back door, Fredimae was seated at the kitchen table, polishing the silverware. The old negress looked up and smiled a gap toothed grin.
"Dat was quick!" Frediemae laughed. "Dat man loves dat young poontang. Dat's fo' sho'! He always busts a nut quick in a sweet young thang like yo' girl, Etta!"
"Dat he does, Fredimae," Henrietta answered. "An' it ain't fo' the last time, neither. Dat man can't get 'nough of my baby girl."
Henrietta pushed the back door open and Jolene followed her out to the car.
"You did good, Lena," she told her daughter as she started the motor. "Massa Walker took a shinin' to you. Dat's fo' sho'! I ain't seen him bust so quick in a dog's age! You got him all fired up, girl!"
"You sho' I's good, mama?" asked Jolene. "He din't wanna spend much time wit' me an' it was bein' my first time."
"Dat don't matter none," Henrietta informed her. "Don't forget, you jus' a nigger, girl. He's a important white man wit' more to do dan jus' play wit' some colored coochie all night. Don't take him being quick wit' you da wrong way. I knows he liked you plenty!"
"Thank you, mama," Jolene blushed and smiled.
The teenager could still feel the white man's cock stretching her virgin pussy hole. She closed her eyes and recalled the sensation of him releasing inside her. She unconsciously began squeezing her thighs together, putting pleasurable pressure on her clit.
Jolene was startled when the car stopped and quickly opened her eyes and glanced around. They were at a stop sign. Henrietta was looking over at her daughter in the passenger seat, a smile on her face.
"So dat's what all dat noise be!" chuckled the older woman.
Jolene blushed realizing she'd been moaning as she pleasured herself and her mother had caught her at it. Mortified, she looked out the her side window.
"Awww, don't be embarrassed, baby girl," Henrietta consoled her. "You ain't gotta stop. Like I been tellin' you, niggers be fo' servin' da white man fo' his pleasure. But, it's natural fo' you to git worked up bein' used dat way. An' it ain't dat white man's job to be gettin' no nigger off. We gots to take care o' bidness our own selves. So, go 'head on and play wit' yo' coochie, girl. Ain't no shame in it no how. You jus' a nigger."
The young woman turned her head back to face her mother and shyly smiled back at her. Henrietta reached over and patted Jolene's thigh before turning her attention out the windshield and pulling the car onto the county road.
Jolene closed her eyes and returned to her reverie.
* * *
The memory of that long ago night warmed Jolene and took her mind off of the stinging welts on her whipped body. The two Walker men were so different. The father could be stern and expected obedience and devoted service at all times. But, he was much kinder and gentler than his son. The younger Walker enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation on his colored servants and clearly got much pleasure from it.
At last Jolene reached the gates of the Walker estate. She went up the driveway and parked around the back near the kitchen entrance and waited for her mother to come out. Her hand found its way between her legs as she switched back and forth between the memories of that first time so many years ago and the beating she could still feel now.
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