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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
The aroma of toast and coffee filled the kitchen as Bernadine finally sat down to breakfast. She was just taking her first sip when Taneesha came in to the room.
"Good morning, Neesha," Bernadine greeted her.
"Mornin', mama," replied her daughter.
Taneesha poured herself a bowl of cereal and joined her mother at the kitchen table.
"How are things at school?" asked Bernadine after a bit. "Anything interesting going on?"
"Nah," Taneesha answered, finishing her cereal.
"I understand you've got a boyfriend," her mother continued awkwardly. "Some white boy."
"He ain't 'xactly my boyfriend," said the black teenager. "But, I like him an' he likes me."
"Well," Bernadine paused, "do be careful. Relationships with white boys can sometimes get to be a little unequal if they start acting like they should be the dominant one."
"Just 'cause they get to be dominant don't mean it ain't equal," countered Taneesha. "Ain't it equal if both people get what they want from it an' they both happy wit' how it is?"
"I think you'll understand better when you're older, Neesha," said Bernadine.
Taneesha looked uncomfortable and paused before speaking. Bernadine could tell that her daughter was having trouble formulating a response.
"I... I saw you wit' that man and that white lady a couple weeks ago," Taneesha said haltingly. "Outside next to the house. I didn't wanna say nothin' 'cause it ain't none o' my business. They was dressed an' I could see you was naked under your robe. Was that equal?"
"I... Well...," stammered her mother.
Bernadine remembered that episode all too well. And she remembered seeing her younger daughter's face at the kitchen door window. How could she explain herself?"
"I'm sorry you had to see that, girl," Bernadine said at last. "I've tried to protect you and your sister from how things are in this town. I've had to do things I'm not proud of. And that was one of them."
"That white man is the lawyer I work for and the lady was his girlfriend," continued the black woman. "I had to do what I did so I could keep my job and provide for you two. Without that job, Ebony won't be able to go to Smithmore. I did what I did so you wouldn't have to grow up and do the same thing in order to get by."
"It didn't look like they was forcin' you none," replied Taneesha, her confidence building. "You looked like you was likin' it."
"I didn't!" protested Bernadine. "I didn't have much choice. I only did it because I don't ever want you to be in that position. Like I said, when you're older, you'll understand."
"I'm a growed woman, mama," Taneesha responded. "I knows what I seen."
Bernadine started to explain. "Now, Neesha..."
Suddenly the sound of footsteps were loud on the wooden stairs from the upper floor. Ebony poked her head into the kitchen.
"C'mon, Neesha!" said the older sister. "The bus'll be here in a minute. Hurry it up!"
"Bye, mama," said Taneesha, getting up from the table.
Ebony and Taneesha hurried out the front door and down the road. Bernadine watched after them.
How could she make her daughter understand? How could Taneesha think she enjoyed being treated like that? The memory of the event came rushing back to Bernadine. Bent over the hood of the attorney's car in the driveway. The white man pounding his dick into her. The white lady fixing her lipstick and smiling right at her.
She couldn't help it, thought Bernadine. The orgasm was a purely physical reaction to the sexual stimulation. She couldn't be expected to control that! That couldn't be evidence that she liked it, she told herself. What happened that night was virtually rape! Or at least she'd been heavily coerced. What other choice did she have?
Again her mind drifted to the feel of Marcy's lips on hers. The white lady's tongue probing her mouth. Bernadine could feel a stirring within herself and a growing dampness between her legs.
She recalled the incident in the lawyer's reception area. Naked and laying on the floor, forced to hump his awful niece's foot like a dog in heat! There was no choice in that! Sure, Terri told her she'd stop if asked. But, Bernadine remembered that she was simply too caught up in the moment to say anything. She would have said something if she could. It wasn't that she liked it! And she couldn't help cumming. It just her body reacting to physical stimulation. That's all it was.
Bernadine felt nothing but shame and guilt about what had happened and how her body had betrayed her. Surely, she'd feel that way had she truly enjoyed it, wouldn't she?
Her coffee now cold, Bernadine got up from the table and got ready to go to work.
* * *
It was afternoon when Terri came to Bernadine's office carrying the packages from the shopping trip. She set them on the desk and stood there with her arms folded across her chest.
"Time to get you dressed up, Mrs. Johnson," said Terri cheerfully. "Mister Sizlack and his assistant will be here shortly. Let's get those clothes off."
Bernadine sighed and stood up. She'd been dreading this ordeal since the moment she first heard of it. The attorney was actually going to use her body to woo a new client. She felt like a whore. Soon, she'd be dressed as one, too.
The black woman removed her jacket and skirt. Next, off came the blouse. Then the shoes and stockings. Bernadine opened the box on her desk.
"You're not done undressing yet, girl," Terri told her. "Take the bra off. You won't need it with this outfit. Panties either. Take them all off."
Bernadine took off her bra and slipped her panties off. She was now completely nude in her office. Terri smiled with satisfaction.
"Come here," ordered Terri. "Pussy inspection time. It better be nice and smooth. Let's go now. Display position, girl."
The negress came out from behind the desk and stood in front of the receptionist. She moved her feet wide apart and clasped her hands behind her head. The brunette smiled triumphantly, clearly pleased to have the older colored woman under her command.
Terri reached between Bernadine's legs and gently stroked the negro's vagina. The sensations were not unpleasurable and the black woman felt her pussy moisten. It shamed her to note that her body had become more receptive to the touch of her various tormentors. It was all quite humiliating. It felt good and she hated it.
"Mmmm," murmured Terri. "Smooth as a baby's bottom. Good girl. Getting wet, too. I don't understand why you act the way you do. It's obvious you like it. Why do you insist on this pretense that you're suffering indignities?"
"You're a nigger," explained the white woman. "Nobody expects you to be anything more. When your pussy is stroked, you get wet. So what? Doesn't a dog's leg move when you scratch its belly? It's pure animal reflex. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Now is there?"
The young brunette's words were yet another indignity to be suffered as far as the colored woman was concerned. But, she had no choice but to answer appropriately.
"No, ma'am," said Bernadine quietly.
"I can tell you're just saying that to humor me," sighed Terri. "But, I guess even that's a start in the right direction. Now get dressed, girl. I'd love to stand here and play with you, but there's no time for that today."
Bernadine realized she'd been gently bucking her hips as Terri stroked her clit. The black woman blushed, mortified. She looked at the clothes in the box on the desk and shuddered. She supposed that wearing them was better than remaining naked. But, not by much.
The blouse was so tight fitting that the buttons strained when fastened. Her nipples and areolas were clearly visible beneath the sheer white fabric. The skirt was well above the knee, and without panties, she knew that her pussy would be visible when she sat down unless she kept her legs pressed together. At least the jacket covered her exposed breasts, she thought as she put the last garment on.
Bernadine slipped back into her shoes and followed as Terri led her to James' office. The attorney was on the phone, and the receptionist left the colored woman standing in front of his desk. She waited while he finished his conversation, his eyes roving over her scantily clad body. After a few minutes he hung up.
"Well, well!" said James, clearly impressed. "You look good, Dina! Good enough for any man to part with twenty dollars! Terri did a great job on you. Sizlack is gonna love it!"
Bernadine blushed at the lawyer's idea of a compliment. Being compared to a cheap prostitute was a humiliation, but the white man seemed oblivious to shamefulness of what he'd said.
"Open the jacket, girl," he instructed.
The negress held the jacket open, revealing her barely concealed breasts. She looked away from the white man, not wanting to see him leering at her. It was just too humiliating.
"Not bad..." smiled James. "No, not bad at all! It's almost like you've got no shirt on whatsoever! And you've got a great set of tits."
"Thank you, sir," Bernadine choked on the words he expected to hear.
"I mean it!" replied the attorney. "Now turn around and bend over. I wanna see how far the skirt rides up to show off that ass."
Bernadine's face burned as she turned away from James and bent over.
"Damn!" exclaimed the white man. "I can even see your gash peeking out! Fantastic! Sizlack's gonna sign up for sure. If he doesn't have a heart attack first! Hell, I'd do you right now, but it'd leave your cunt all sloppy and they'll be here in less than half an hour."
"May I stand?" asked Bernadine.
"Yeah..." pondered James. "Get over here and suck my dick real quick. That outfit's given me a fuckin' woody that won't quit. I've gotta bust a quick nut or I'll go blind."
"Yes, sir," Bernadine acquiesced.
James pushed back from his desk and lifted himself up from his chair. Dropping his pants, he settled back down in his seat. His erection was standing at attention, pre cum oozing from the tip. The colored woman kneeled between his legs and took his dick in her mouth. Slurping quietly, Bernadine started bobbing her head up and down on it while she rhythmically squeezed the base of his cock.
"Oh, yeah...," murmured the attorney. "Damn, you got a sweet mouth on you, girl. I could just leave my dick in it all day."
Bernadine began to caress James' balls with her free hand. She stopped squeezing his dick and stroked it instead in an effort to bring him to a climax quickly.
"Goddamn!" gasped James. "Fuck!"
The lawyer ejaculated in the negro's mouth. She kept stroking his dick and sucking as the semen shot out, hitting her in the back of the throat. Not wanting to get any of his sperm on her blouse, she sealed her lips around his cock and swallowed all of it. Bernadine sat back on her knees, her head bowed, when she could tell that James was finished. She was shamefaced at his control over her.
"Whew!" exclaimed the white man. "You're an incredible cocksucker, girl. A natural!"
"Thank you, sir," Bernadine replied, humiliated by the compliment.
"Sizlack and his assistant will be here shortly," said James, back to business. "I want you showin' your stuff off to them, but good. Try to bend over alot. Make sure they can see down your top if you're facing them and bend way over if you're facing away. I want them to have a good look at that fat nigger ass."
"Stay close to the old guy, that's Sizlack," the white man continued. "Make sure he can get his mitts on you if he feels like it. If they want anything, do it. If I land the contract, there's a bonus in it for you. So turn on that natural animal sexuality you niggers do so well. Now go on an' wait until I send for you."
"Yes, sir," Bernadine responded.
The colored woman headed back to her office to wait to be summoned. She felt sick to her stomach at the prospect of whoring for James. He was treating her like a cheap streetwalker now. Any pretense of professionalism was gone. The negress was crushed by the depths to which she'd fallen.
"Mrs. Johnson?" smiled Terri, looking up from her desk as Bernadine went by.
"Yes?" replied Bernadine, startled from her thoughts.
"You've got spooge on your chin, girl," said the receptionist. "Better wipe it off. We don't want the new clients thinking they're getting used goods, do we?"
Bernadine wanted to choke the smug brunette. How dare she refer to her that way! If it weren't for the circumstances she'd found herself in, she new she'd slap that smirk off of Terri's face. However, these were the circumstances she was in. Dressed like a hooker. Sent to wait while her pimp negotiated with her john.
Terri smiled and watched as Bernadine checked her chin. The young white woman giggled when the negro put her finger right into a glob of thick wetness. Blushing hotly, she wiped it off with the back of her hand.
"You got it all," said Terri.
"Thanks," replied Bernadine, her face burning.
"Don't mention it," the white woman said back.
Back in her office, Bernadine wiped her hand off with a tissue. Then she took another one to her face. The taste of James semen was bitter in her mouth.
Over half an hour ticked by before the intercom buzzed.
"Mrs. Johnson," came Terri's voice. "Mister Hutz would like to see you in the conference room."
"I'm coming," replied Bernadine.
The black woman made her way back to the conference room just before the attorney's office. Terri looked up and smiled as she passed the receptionist's desk.
The door to the conference room was open and Bernadine walked in. James was seated at the big table facing the door. Two men were seated with their backs to her.
"Well, hello, Dina!" James greeted her with gusto.
The two men turned in their chairs to face her. To her left was an older white man, perhaps in his sixties. He had gray hair combed over in an effort to cover his balding head. To her right, a much younger one, dark brown hair, maybe in his early thirties.
"Gentlemen, this is Dina, the colored girl I was telling you about," James told them. "How about some coffee? I'd like one. How do you take yours, Joe?"
"Hot, black, and sweet," answered the older man. "Same as I like my women!"
"I like your style, Joe," James laughed. "John?"
"Light, two sugars," spoke the younger of the two strangers.
Joe happily ogled Bernadine's barely concealed body, making her blush self-consciously. John, on the other hand, seemed to be intently studying her face.
"Shake it up, girl," instructed James. "We've got business to get to."
"Yes, sir," Bernadine replied.
The black woman turned and went back towards the reception area where the coffee machine was. The white men continued speaking as she walked away, but their words were unclear. Then there was a moment of raucous laughter. Bernadine was convinced they were discussing her.
"So, they sent you to fetch the coffee, eh?" asked Terri. "You're gonna put me out of a job, Mrs. Johnson. Sounds like your new outfit is going over pretty well, too."
Bernadine didn't speak as she poured the coffees and prepared them to order. She carried them back on a small tray. The colored woman was careful to deliberately brush against Joe, the older man, as she set his cup in front of him. She felt his hand on the back of her thigh and resisted the reflex to push it away. To her shame, she knew what she was there for.
The scantily clad negro set the younger man's coffee at his place at the table. She walked around the table to serve her employer, bending over far more than was necessary to place his cup in front of him. Bernadine lingered in that position when she noticed the older man looking down her blouse at her hanging breasts.
The meeting only went on for a few more minutes.
"... That's about the size of the deal, gentlemen," James was saying. "I'll leave the contracts with you. Dina here will be available to you if you need any... help with anything. I'm sure you'll agree she's a fine looking negro. And, I can assure you, a very talented one, too! I know you'll enjoy her."
"She's a hot ass, all right!" exclaimed the older white man. "You sure can pick 'em, Hutz! What do ya think, John? I know I wouldn't throw her out of bed!"
"I agree, Mister Sizlack," replied the younger man. "Very nice."
Bernadine blushed at the white men's crude talk about her. But, why shouldn't they? She looked like a prostitute after all. Not like a legal secretary. James had made it clear to her as well as the potential clients what her role in all this was.
The sound of a file folder falling on the floor got Bernadine's attention. She noticed that Joe had managed to push it off the table so that the papers in it spread away from where he was sitting.
"Oops," Joe apologized. "Sorry about that..."
The black woman sighed and started to kneel in order to pick them up. Then she realized he'd done it intentionally. He expected her to just bend over so he could enjoy a view of her ass while she gathered the papers.
Bernadine proceeded to just bend at the waist and reach for the folder and its spilled contents. The short skirt rode up on her ass. It had to be obvious to the older white man that she wasn't wearing panties.
It was only a moment later that Bernadine felt Joe's hand high up on her thigh. She gave a startled yelp when he pinched her bare ass. She gasped when she felt his hand on her pussy. She hadn't realized she was that exposed. Her face flushed with embarrassment.
The negress obligingly took her time gathering the last of the papers, giving the older white man plenty of time to take liberties with her private parts. It made her feel like a wanton slut. A hooker trying to reel in a customer. When he took his hand away, she straightened and put the folder on the desk.
"Thanks...," said Joe, "Say, Hutz... I'd like to take these back to the hotel to look at if you don't mind... Perhaps your girl could go with us in case... well... in case anything comes up."
"No problem," James assured him. "She'll stick around until you're through."
"We might as well go now," said Joe. "I'm ready to get down to it."
The colored woman wasn't surprised that she'd be expected to accompany these strangers to their hotel room. It looked like she'd be late going home tonight.
Bernadine went to her office. She was relieved when she saw her raincoat still hanging there. At least she wouldn't have to be seen walking to the hotel dressed like a street whore. She slipped it on over her prostitute's outfit and hurried to catch up with the men in the reception area. Her regular clothes were right there on her desk. She decided to put her panties back on since she dreaded the idea of walking around outside bare assed under the short skirt.
Terri smirked from behind the receptionist's desk as Bernadine went with Joe and John out of the office. In spite of being covered by the long raincoat, the negress felt conspicuous. A black woman accompanying two white men might not be that out of the ordinary, but since she knew where they were going and what they would be doing, she couldn't help but imagine that passersby knew what was happening.
"Keep her as long as you like," James called after them. "I don't mind her bein' late for work tomorrow!"
The hotel was across the street, so they were there in short order. They walked past the front desk towards the elevator. Bernadine felt the eyes of the several people who were in the lobby. The desk clerk watched her all the way from the revolving glass door from the street until the elevator doors closed. It was as if everyone knew she was there to be used.
The doors opened onto the hallway. A heavy set black woman in a teal housekeeping uniform pushed a cart past them as Joe fumbled for his room key. Bernadine's eyes met the housekeeper's briefly and quickly looked away in shame.
"You can come on in, John," Joe told him. "I'll even crack open the mini-bar for this! We're on expenses after all!"
Joe and John went into the room. Bernadine glanced down the hall before entering it herself. The knot in her stomach tightened when she noticed that the big black housekeeper was still watching her from a few doors down. She quickly followed the white men inside. The door closed behind her.
"Well, sweetie, take off your coat and stay a while," Joe told her. "Hey, John, is there any bourbon in there?"
Bernadine slipped off the raincoat and hung it on a hanger while John prepared drinks for himself and his boss. The room wasn't large. Two queen sized beds along one wall. Along the other was a small refrigerator next to a bureau with a television on it. Straight ahead were two plush chairs around a small table in front of a large window. Joe pulled the curtains closed.
"Don't stop there!" laughed Joe as he noticed that Bernadine was just standing there. "Get that jacket off, too!"
Joe and John settled into the two plush chairs to watch her. Bernadine swallowed hard and removed the jacket. The two white men stared at her breasts, barely concealed by the sheer blouse.
"For an older girl, you got a hell of a rack, sweetheart!" Joe praised her. "Nice ass, too."
"Is your name Johnson?" asked John.
"Yes, sir," answered Bernadine.
"Did you teach high school at Riverdale Academy?" John continued questioning her. "You look just like a teacher I had there."
"Yes, sir," she admitted.
The younger white man did look familiar to her. The idea that one of her former students would recognize her in her current situation horrified Bernadine.
"I couldn't believe it at first, but it had to be you," John said with amazement. "Mrs. Johnson. I'm John Roberts. I guess you don't remember me."
"No, sir," Bernadine lied.
It was like a nightmare. Someone from her past. Someone who'd known her as an authority figure was now seeing her as she was now. Dressed as a slut, ready to be used. A piece of meat. This was more humiliating for her than being seen by strangers.
"I remember," John started. "There was this spring dance my senior year. I'd managed to get this hot colored girl, Vanessa... Vanessa Hibbert, to come out behind the gym with me. I had her on her knees, her top up and her tits out. She was just about to suck my dick when Mrs. Johnson shows up. Busted! Man, was I embarrassed."
"She was all pissed about it, too," he continued the story. "Told her to get up an' cover herself. Said she was a disgrace. Her daddy was a doctor an' he'd be ashamed to see her on her knees in front of a white man like that. Said her daddy'd worked too hard and come too far to have his daughter used like that."
"Well, Vanessa stood up and pulled her top back down. She told Mrs. Johnson she was sorry and begged her not to tell her daddy. The teacher told her to go on back inside. Then she lays into me like I'm the bad guy! I didn't force Vanessa to do anything! She came out there on her own. Mrs. Johnson made me feel like some kinda rapist or something. It wasn't fair.
"No surprise, I never got into Vanessa's pants," sighed John. "I couldn't get anywhere with any of the colored girls after that. I didn't get any pussy until college! Can you believe it?"
"And this is that teacher?" asked Joe. "I can't believe this girl was a teacher! Look at her! She looks like a cheap whore!"
"Oh, it's her alright," John assured him. "Funny thing is, I kinda had the hots for her. She wasn't so old then, this had to be fifteen years ago. If you think she's hot now, you shoulda seen her then! Nice big tits, but not so droopy as now."
Bernadine was mortified. She remembered the incident now. She recalled how angry the scene had made her. The way Vanessa had looked there on her knees in front of the young white man. The stupid expression on her face when she looked up at her.
It had made Bernadine's blood boil at the time. Vanessa's father had done everything to insure his daughter could do anything and be anything she wanted. And what had she chosen? To kneel before a white man and allow herself to be used in such a degrading way. It was a slap in her father's face.
At least her own daughter would never be in that position. Bernadine had raised Ebony to be more self respecting than that. She'd also done her best with Taneesha, but the younger girl was confused now, having seen her own mother in a compromising situation. Much like the situation she found herself in now.
"You wanna take charge of her, then?" Joe asked John. "Seein' that'd get my juices flowing, all right."
"With pleasure...," grinned John. "Get those clothes off, Mrs. Johnson. You owe me a blow job. I owe you a nice dose of humiliation. And now we're gonna settle up."
Bernadine unbuttoned the sheer blouse and tossed it on the bed next to her jacket. Her breasts were now naked to the two white men, though they'd certainly had no problem seeing them before. She unzipped the skirt and let it drop. The colored woman, clad only in her panties, faced John and Joe.
"Where'd you get those panties?" Joe asked. "You were bare assed back in the office."
"It doesn't matter, Mister Sizlack," John spoke up. "She's gonna take 'em off now. Go ahead, Mrs. Johnson. Take the panties off."
Indignantly, Bernadine pulled her panties down and stepped out of them.
"Are you giving me attitude, Mrs. Johnson?" John asked in mock surprise.
Being demeaned by a former student this way was testing her ability to control herself. She couldn't afford to displease these men and cost her employer the contract. There was no doubt in her mind that her job depended on it, and in turn Ebony's future depended on it. She'd have to swallow her pride and submit.
"No, sir," replied Bernadine, blushing. "Please forgive me, sir."
"Put those panties on over your head," ordered John. "That should cure your attitude problem. And even if it doesn't, we won't have to see it on your face."
"Do what?" asked Bernadine, shocked. "You want me to put my panties on my head?"
"I didn't stutter, bitch," John barked. "Put 'em over your head. I'm tired of your dirty looks. Do it."
Now, this was just mean, thought Bernadine. This could serve no purpose other than to humiliate her. But, she had no choice but to comply. Taking the panties in both hands she put them on her head and pulled them down over her face. The scent of her own musk filled her nostrils. She could see through one of the leg holes that John and Joe were grinning broadly.
"That's better," John said, mollified. "Now get on your knees. It's time for you to blow me. I'm sure you agree you owe me that much. Don't you?"
"Yes, sir," agreed Bernadine.
The negress lowered herself to her knees. Her former student stood in front of her kneeling form and undid his slacks, letting them drop. His half erect cock was right in front of her face.
"Now suck it, bitch," he growled. "And it better be good."
Bernadine lifted the waistband of the panties out of the way of her lips with one hand and took his cock in the other. She leaned forward and opened wide to take it in. As she started sucking, she felt his dick grow inside her mouth.
John put his hands on the back of Bernadine's head and jammed his dick into her throat. Gasping for breath, the negro choked and gagged on it. The white man bucked his hips, fucking her face. She wasn't even sucking now. She was simply allowing him to use her mouth as something to masturbate in.
Realizing there was point in struggling, Bernadine just tried desperately to time his strokes so she had a chance to catch her breath when his cock wasn't in her throat.
"Take this, you snotty bitch," grunted John, plunging his dick even deeper down her throat.
Bernadine felt the hot spurts of warm liquid as her former student released into her mouth. She started coughing and his semen leaked out of her lips and drooled off her chin. John stepped back and pulled his pants up.
"Vanessa woulda done a better job," he told her as fastened his pants. "And she had better tits. Too bad you can't see yourself. Mrs. Johnson, all high an' mighty. Look at you now. Cum receptacle. That's all you are."
"Damn, John!" exclaimed Joe. "You gotta mean streak in you. And it's got me fired up. How about givin' me some private time with the lady, buddy. It's my turn now."
"No problem, Mister Sizlack," said John. "She's all yours. I'll go wash my dick and head down to the bar. See you there."
Bernadine remained kneeling in place awaiting further instructions. She heard the door open and close.
"Take your underpants off, girl," Joe told her. "And clean your face off. There's some on your tit, too."
The colored woman took the panties off her head and looked up to see the gray haired man offering her a hotel towel. She took it and wiped off her face and breasts.
"Thank you, sir," she said gratefully.
"No problem," replied Joe. "Go lay on the bed. I want a good look at you."
Bernadine rose and walked to the closest of the beds. She got up on it and lay on her back. Joe was right behind and stood over her, drinking the image of her in.
Joe sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand over Bernadine's breasts, pausing to squeeze them and pinch her nipples. He kept pinching them harder and harder until she gasped from the pain of it. Chuckling to himself, he lifted one by the nipple, stretching it out.
"Owww!" yelped the negress.
"Shhh..." he shushed her. "This is gonna hurt a little."
The white man turned his attention to her other breast, grabbing it and squeezing. He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gripped it tight, and pulled it up, stretching her flesh taught. Bernadine groaned as she took the pain.
"That's a good girl," cooed Joe. "Take it for me. I know it hurts."
Finally, he grabbed her other nipple with his free hand and stretched both of her breasts straight up.
"Owww..." moaned Bernadine.
"I'm almost done with your tits," Joe informed her. "Just another minute or two and it'll be over."
Bernadine felt tears forming in her eyes and turned her head away. She'd had the idea that Joe was a dirty old man, but it never occurred to her that he'd amuse himself by deliberately hurting her. She resolved to take it as best she could and try not to give him the satisfaction of knowing how painful it was.
At last, Joe released the negresses' sore nipples. His hand worked its way between her legs. He ran his finger up and down the slit of her pussy.
"Hold your legs open," instructed the white man. "Pull you knees up as far as you can and spread 'em. I want to see your cunt and asshole. Come on now, you can do better than that."
Bernadine grabbed the backs of her thighs and tried to touch her knees to her chest. She parted her legs as far as she could even though she feared what he might do to her vulnerably exposed vagina. She could feel her groin muscles stretching.
"Very good," Joe praised her. "Nice cunt. I like how you keep it bare. Nice asshole, too. Doesn't look like you've taken it up the ass very much. Have you?"
"No, sir," replied Bernadine.
Joe nodded his head as he put his hand on Bernadine's sex and began stroking it. Again, her body betrayed her and her vagina began lubricating.
"Nice and smooth!" remarked Joe. "Does that feel good?"
"I guess...," Bernadine answered.
"You guess?" smiled Joe. "You're getting wet. I think you're a slut."
The white man stopped stroking and began patting the negro's pussy with his open hand. Gradually he increased the force of the blows and she started to flinch with each one.
"Does that hurt?" Joe asked evenly, his breathing quickening.
"No, sir," Bernadine told him.
Joe started slapping Bernadine's crotch harder and faster.
"Now?" he wanted to know.
"A little, but it's okay," she replied.
Whap. Whap. Whap.
The sound of the gray haired man's open hand spanking the colored woman's vagina was getting louder and she began to whimper. He hit her harder and she started putting her legs back together to protect her pussy.
"Open those legs back up," Joe commanded. "I can't get at your cunt properly. What's the problem?"
"Yes, sir," replied Bernadine, gamely spreading her legs and presenting her sex for further punishment. "Please stop... You're hurting me."
Whap. Whap. Whap.
"Awww... I'm sorry," said Joe apologetically. "But, I don't get too many chances to give a girl a pussy spanking. So when the opportunity presents itself, I have to indulge myself. I hope you don't mind too much."
"It hurts, sir," whimpered the negress.
"Good," he smiled. "It's supposed to hurt. It wouldn't be any fun if it didn't."
Whap. Whap. Whap.
"Please, sir," begged Bernadine. "Please stop beating my pussy. Wouldn't you rather fuck it? I promise you'll like it. I'll make your dick feel real good."
"Hmmm," pondered Joe as he continued the spanking, "that's tempting... But, I have to confess that I have problems getting hard enough to fuck a girl. It's kind of embarrassing, really. So, instead, I like to hurt them. I like to make their girl parts hurt."
Whap. Whap. Whap.
The white man was delivering hard smacks to the hapless negro's vagina. She could feel that her pussy lips were swollen and tender.
"Owww!" cried Bernadine, tears streaming down her face. "I can suck you, sir. You saw how good I sucked your friend's dick. I'll suck you so good! And I'll do it as long as you want. Or anything else. Please, sir!"
"I might like that," said Joe. "Do you mind if I keep this up for a couple more minutes? Then I'll stop and you can blow me. I'd like you to tongue my ass, too. That always feels good. How about it?"
Whap. Whap. Whap.
"Yes, sir...," groaned the black woman. "Owww... Okay, I'll do it. I'll suck your cock and lick your ass. I'll do a good job, sir. You'll like it. I swear. Just stop hitting me there."
"Stop your whining, bitch!" Joe ordered. "I'm tryin' to be reasonable, but your constant complaining is spoilin' my fun! Now shut up for a couple minutes and it'll be over and you can start usin' that mouth of yours for somethin' useful."
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Bernadine's pussy was on fire with pain, but she knew better than to keep up her complaints. She lay there, naked on the bed, her pussy splayed open and took it quietly. After what felt like another ten minutes, but was probably less than one, Joe stopped.
"Get up," he commanded her.
Bernadine stood, her pussy burning with each movement. Joe took off his pants and lay on the bed.
"All right," said Joe. "Get to work."
The colored woman climbed gingerly onto the bed between his legs. Resting on her elbows and knees, Bernadine slurped Joe's flaccid penis between her lips and sucked. She was able to get the entire thing into her mouth and his pubic hairs brushed her nose. Although the white man moaned with pleasure, his dick remained soft. Nevertheless, she continued sucking him and caressing his balls until her jaw ached.
"Now do my ass," Joe instructed, lifting his legs up.
Bernadine pushed the white man's thighs further back, causing his ass to spread and giving her tongue access to his anus. She worked her face into his crack and started licking and pushing her tongue into his asshole. Pre cum was soon drooling out of his flaccid cock. His hairy nut sack filled her field of vision. Gradually, her tongue was as sore as her nipples.
"Mmmm," Joe moaned, "so good... Get on your knees on the floor, girl."
Relieved that it was over, Bernadine gladly got off the bed and kneeled on the carpet. Joe stood up in front of her, his cock in her face.
"Take it," he ordered. "In your face hole."
Bernadine slurped Joe's cock back into her mouth and resumed sucking on it. She was surprised to feel warm liquid in the back of her throat. Realization dawned quickly on her that he was urinating in her mouth.
"Don't you spill any," Joe warned her. "Drink it all like a good urinal and I'll sign the papers. If any leaks out, the deal's off."
The flow of Joe's piss increased and Bernadine valiantly gulped it down. It was the most disgusting and degrading thing she'd ever had to do. She'd been treated like a whore. She'd been treated like an animal. She'd been treated like a sex toy. But to be treated as a toilet was as low as she could imagine.
How, she thought, could this man be so cruel?. Beating her sadistically, demanding pleasure from her that it pained her to give, and now using her as a living urinal. He was horrible and despicable. She hated him, her employer, and whoever was responsible for forcing her to submit to this debasement.
At last he was done. Joe took his dick out of Bernadine's mouth and shook it, slapping her face with it. He pulled up his pants, went to the table, sat down.
"Get dressed," he told her. "I'll sign your papers and you can go. I'm through with you."
Bernadine quickly put her clothes back on while Joe signed the documents. He finished first and went into the bathroom without saying anything. She heard the shower go on and realized that that was it.
The negress put her raincoat on over her prostitute costume and left the room. She rode down the elevator alone and hurried across the lobby and out onto the sidewalk. Her pussy burned with every step.
It was night by now and Bernadine was grateful for the poor illumination from the street lights. She didn't want to be recognized as she made her way to where her car was parked.
The taste of the white man's urine was bitter in her mouth as Bernadine drove towards home. She knew she was paying an increasingly high price to protect Ebony's virtue and assure her future. She wasn't sure how much further she could go. But, she was determined that her daughter would never have to suffer such degradation and humiliation.
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