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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 audition was arranged for Natalie's day off from work. The morning of the big day found her and Danessa in the used clothing store on the street level below their apartment.
"This is the kind o' thing Mister Gray's gonna be wantin' to see you in, Nessa," Natalie was saying.
The older black woman had selected a white short sleeved pull-over blouse and a tan colored pleated skirt. Danessa was less than impressed.
"That looks like some boring school uniform," observed Danessa.
"Exactly," replied Natalie. "Ain't you know how mens like school girls? It'll make you look younger like you gotta be fo' the part."
Danessa sighed heavily. She knew her mother was right. It was going to be embarrassing just dressing for this audition, let alone undressing once it had started.
Gamely, she tried the items on. Owing to her petite stature, Danessa was able to fit into the outfit easily. She was surprised at how young she looked in the mirror. Natalie looked on approvingly when she emerged from the dressing room.
"See, Nessa?" said Natalie. "I tol' you it would work. Once I do yo' hair up right, you be lookin' like you fourteen again."
Natalie and Danessa returned to the apartment with their purchases. The teenager stripped down to her underwear and took her new school girl outfit out of the bag. She was about to start putting it on when her mother stopped her.
"You ain't ready fo' that, yet," Natalie said. "We gotta take care o' somethin' else. Go 'head an' strip down, Nessa."
Puzzled, Danessa did as her mother said. She took off her bra and pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them and looked back at Natalie.
"See, you gotta look the part," explained Natalie. "Mister Gray gonna see you like this an' you s'posed to be a fourteen year ol' girl. Now, you is kinda small, so that ain't no problem. Your titties are kinda full for a girl that young, but not by too much. It's yo' hips, Nessa. Ain't no fourteen year ol' got hips like you got. Ain't nothin' to be done 'bout that."
"Well, I ain't no fourteen year ol' girl!" exclaimed Danessa. "I's eighteen! Maybe wit' that school girl get up an' a middle school hairdo I kin look fourteen, but naked I's still gonna look too ol'."
"If that bush was gone, an' yo' coochie was bare, it's be easier fo' him to pretend you is fourteen," said Natalie.
"But I had hair down there since I's eleven!" protested Danessa. "Ain't no fourteen year ol' gonna have no bare coochie!"
"Nessa...," sighed Natalie. "That don't make no diff'rence. He knows you ain't fourteen. We jus' gotta he'p him pretend like you is. Like I been tellin' you, that's what actin's about. Anyways, he gonna like it. Mens is like that, girl. I's thinkin' 'bout doin' mine that way jus' to show him I's wantin' to be pleasin' to him."
"I thought you already acted like a nigga fo' him," said Danessa disapprovingly. "Why you be doin' that? Ain't this my turn fo' that? You don't like bein' a nigga fo' that white man, do you?"
"That don't matter none, girl," replied Natalie. "If I like it o' not, if he wanna see more, then I's gonna show him. I ain't know what he's gonna do so I's gonna be ready. We ain't the only ones goin' for this, Nessa. We gotta be better 'n them if we wants it. We gotta show him we want it more."
Her mother could go ahead and shave her coochie for that perverted producer if she wanted, thought Danessa. But to the teenaged girl, this was just another humiliation Natalie expected her to suffer. However, she saw the logic in it. Embarrassing as it was, she'd have to do it if she wanted to get back in front of the cameras.
"Fine," Danessa gave in. "I'll shave it."
"I best do it, Nessa," said Natalie. "It's gotta be done perfect. Don't want you stubbley or nicked up. That'll spoil the look we goin' for. Go get a towel an' lay on the bed. I'll fetch the razor."
Danessa did as her mother asked. She spread the towel out on the bed and positioned her self on top of it. Natalie returned with a can of shaving cream and a razor. The older black woman spread the foam over her daughter's pubic hairs and proceeded to shave her smooth. The girl turned her head, embarrassed. The worst part was that it actually felt good to have her hand on her pussy.
"It'll all be over in a minute, baby," her mother comforted her. "I know it's embarrassin' to have yo' mama doin' this. But, we gotta do everythin' we can so's you look yo' best fo' Mister Gray... Spread 'em a li'l more, girl... That's it... Hold still... All done. Go git showered up an' we'll git you dressed."
Natalie watched Danessa sit up and slide off the bed onto her feet. The teenager paused to look at her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. Her pussy was naked as a little girl's. She made her way to the bathroom and soon the sound of running water could be heard.
The water felt different on her now bare vagina. The lack of hair increased its sensitivity. When she stepped out of the shower and dried off, she really noticed the feel of the towel. When she returned to their bedroom, she saw that her mother had laid out her clothes.
Starting with the white panties and then the bra, Danessa put on her underwear. It was odd feeling the cotton fabric so distinctly on her hairless pussy. Next came the new white pull-over blouse. The pleated khaki skirt completed the ensemble.
"Ain't you jus' the cutest!" exclaimed Natalie. "Now all we gotta do is fix yo' hair up an' you be ready. Sit here an' I'll do it."
Danessa blushed as she sat down. She did feel like a little girl whose mother was getting her ready for the first day of school. Of course, she wasn't going to school. Instead, she was going to an apartment she'd never been to in order to show off her body to a man she'd never met.
Natalie brushed Danessa's hair back into a pony tail, leaving her bangs over her forehead. The hair style and uniform took at least four years off her appearance. The teenager looked the picture of a fourteen year old middle schooler.
When she saw her image in the mirror, Danessa blushed again. Being an eighteen year old adult forced to dress as a school girl was humiliating in itself. Never mind what she'd be expected to do when she got to Mister Gray's apartment. She was surprised by how much she resembled the Li'l Nessa she'd been in the past.
"You look perfect, Nessa!" Natalie assured her. "Pretty as a picture. That girl Jennifer I tol' you 'bout 's gonna be here soon to pick us up."
Taking a dark floral print dress out of the closet, Natalie pulled it on over her slip. Danessa thought that it looked just like the kind of thing she'd wear to some dress up occasion. Apparently, taking her daughter off to be examined by a powerful white man counted as one of those occasions.
"Now, that last thing I's gonna tell you 'bout is how to talk," Natalie explained. "You know how my fam'ly back home talks. They all a bunch o' country folks. If you kin soun' like Aunt Ernestine, you be doin' good. I know that Mister Gray 'll jus' eat it up."
"How does Aunt Ernestine talk?" asked Danessa. "I ain't remember."
"Lawdy, chil'!" exclaimed Natalie, launching into her Aunt Ernestine imitation. "Ain't you 'member how dat ol' lady be talkin'? She say dis an' dat an' dem an dose."
"So you want me to talk like some down home country nigga?" Danessa asked. "Like dis? Is dat how dat white man be 'spectin' me to be talkin'?"
"See?" smiled Natalie. "I knowed you could do it. 'Nother thing is to call Mister Gray sir. Like, 'yes suh, Mister Gray, suh.' A proper nigga calls a white man 'boss', too. 'Yes, suh, boss!' You un'erstan'?"
"I gits it," sighed Danessa. "The more humiliatin' it is, the more he gonna like it. That 'bout right, mama?"
"That's right, Nessa," replied Natalie seriously. "An' you better not be sassy like that, neither. Don't forgit why we's doin' this. You wanna be in dat movie?"
"Yes," Danessa agreed.
"Well, then," said Natalie, "you know what you gotta do... We better git on downstairs. I don't wanna make Jennifer come on up here."
Danessa and Natalie made there way down to the street from their apartment. The teenager was very self-conscious. Here in the neighborhood, nobody expected to run across Li'l Nessa so they didn't pay much attention to her. Dressed as she was now, though, she looked liked she'd just stepped off the set of The Malarkeys.
Mother and daughter did draw more than a few second glances before Jennifer pulled up. Danessa was impressed by the sports car the young black woman was driving.
"Li'l Nessa!" exclaimed Jennifer, smiling happily. "You look just like on your TV show! You'll have to squeeze in the back I'm afraid."
"Hi," replied Danessa bashfully.
Embarrassed at being recognized, she climbed into the back and sat across the seat. Once her mother was in the car, there wasn't much room. Good thing the top was up or Danessa's hairdo would be blown into a frazzle. Jennifer drove off up the street.
"It is wonderful to meet you at last, Nessa," said Jennifer, making eye contact in the rear-view mirror. "And, Natalie, I heard you made quite an impression on Mister Gray."
"I's glad," replied Natalie.
Natalie recalled very well the impression she made on Mister Gray on her hands and knees with her ass in the air. Realizing that his assistant was privy to the details served to give her a fresh feeling of humiliation.
Danessa had little doubt what Jennifer meant either. She knew what kind of audition her mother had done for the white man. She shuddered with shame as she considered just what the articulate black woman must think of them both as she delivered them to the white man.
They pulled into the parking garage at the Century Park Tower. No words were spoken as they made their way up the elevator to the penthouse apartment. Jennifer opened the door into the living room. Roger Gray was waiting for them, sitting on the couch.
"'scuse me, boss," drawled Jennifer. "I gots da niggas y'all wanted, suh. Dey be here now."
Danessa struggled to keep her jaw from dropping. Natalie was surprised to. What happened to the well spoken, articulate black woman who'd driven them here? Now Jennifer sounded like an over the top version of the most ignorant backwoods country negro.
Roger was wearing a green polo shirt and navy blue shorts. He turned his head towards them all.
"Well, hello!" Roger greeted them. "Thank you, Jenny. I'll call you if we need anything.. Run along now, girl."
"Yes, suh, boss," replied Jennifer.
"Come in, girls," said Roger. "Let's have a look at you."
Jennifer disappeared down the hallway away from the living room. Natalie and Danessa walked around to stand in front of the couch Roger was sitting in. He smiled at them both, but his eyes lit on the teenager and slowly roamed over her. She felt herself blush self consciously.
"So this is Li'l Nessa!" Roger exclaimed. "Aren't you a pretty girl!"
Danessa's face burned. This was going to be harder than she'd imagined. She did feel just like a school girl, not like the adult woman she really was.
"What do you say to the nice man, Nessa?" Natalie prodded her.
"Thank you, sir..., er, suh," stammered Danessa. "I's pleased to meet you."
"Oh, you're a polite girl, too!" said Roger cheerfully. "That's wonderful! How old are you, sweetheart?"
"Uh...," Danessa paused. "I's fourteen, suh."
"Fourteen...," mused Roger. "That's a nice age. Almost grown up."
"Yes, she a sweet li'l girl, suh," said Natalie. "She all 'xcited to be meetin' you an' performin' fo' you."
"So, Nessa, you want to be in my movie?" asked Roger.
"Yes, suh," answered Danessa. "I sho' do."
"Now, you know you'll have to take your clothes off for some of the scenes," he explained. "You understand that, right?"
"Yes, suh, boss," replied Danessa, looking back and forth between the white man and her mother.
The colored teenager's face was burning. Having to talk like a negro slave was embarrassing and demeaning. Seeing how much Roger was enjoying it made it all the more humiliating.
"Excellent," smiled Roger. "We might as well get started. I don't want you to be too embarrassed, so I'll just take it slow. I won't make you get all undressed at once. Why don't you start by pulling your panties down to your knees."
Danessa wasn't expecting this. First, he was jumping right in with having her expose herself. Second, she was expecting him to want her top off first. Finally, she thought he'd have her undress, not just pull her panties down. She realized that contrary to what he'd said, he was going about this in the most embarrassing way she could imagine.
The black teenager looked towards her mother. Natalie looked back expectantly. Danessa knew that she wanted her to obey. She thought about how Li'l Nessa would react to this and realized it would be the same way as grown up Nessa. Humiliated to the extreme.
"Go on, baby," Natalie encouraged her. "Take yo' panties down fo' the nice gen'leman."
Reaching up under the khaki skirt, Danessa took hold of the waistband of her white cotton panties and slowly pulled them down to her knees. She stood there in front of Roger Gray, knowing full well he could see her panties around her knees below the hem of her skirt.
"That's a good girl," Roger praised her. "Now lift up your skirt so I can see what a pretty pussy you have."
Danessa felt a lump in her throat as she gripped the hem of the school uniform skirt and slowly lifted it up. She could see that the white man was watching intently, eager to see the colored girl's shame. The room air was cool on her naked pussy when she had the skirt up high enough to reveal her bare flesh to the waist.
"I see your coochie has no hair, Nessa," said Roger. "Very nice indeed!"
Her heart pounding, Danessa looked at the floor. Hearing the white man comment on her private parts so casually was so embarrassing that it left her unable to meet his gaze. Not that Roger was looking at her face. His eyes were fixed on the teenager's sex.
"Nessa?" said Natalie. "The man be complimentin' you, girl."
"I's sorry, suh," Danessa said softly. "Thank you, suh."
"Let's your titties now," said Roger. "But just a peek for now. I don't want poor Nessa all embarrassed... Nattie, go lift Nessa's blouse."
"Yes, suh," replied Natalie.
The black woman stood beside her daughter and lifted the girl's blouse up, baring her bra.
"Lift the bra, too, girl," instructed Roger. "I want a good look at Nessa's titties."
"Yes, suh, boss," said Natalie. "I shows 'em to you like you want, boss."
Danessa stood there, panties around her knees, still holding her skirt up and baring her pussy. Natalie put her fingers under her daughter's bra and lifted it up over her teenaged breasts, exposing them to the white man. Freed from the restrictive garment, they bounced and jiggled. That and the fact that the girl's nipples were hard wasn't lost on anyone, let alone the teenager herself. She was mortified.
"Nice firm titties with hard nipples!" observed Roger, clearly pleased. "I think you like the attention, Nessa. I think it's adorable. I know a white girl would just die of embarrassment. But, niggers don't mind. They just love to show off."
Danessa wasn't dying of embarrassment, but she was ashamed of her body's reaction. Her nipples were hard and she could feel her pussy lubricating. In face, she was afraid she'd detected the aroma of her arousal. It was humiliating for her arousal to be so obvious. It only served to lend credence to the stereotype the white man was projecting on her.
"Is that right, Nessa?" asked Roger. "Do colored girls love to show off?"
Embarrassed at exposing her intimate girl parts in such a humiliating way, Danessa was unable to speak up right away. She could feel her mother standing behind her, still holding her blouse and bra up to display her young breasts.
"Answer the man, girl," whispered Natalie. "Tell him how you like showin' off fo' him."
"We do, suh," replied Danessa in a soft voice. "We like showin' fo' white folks."
"Take the skirt off," ordered Roger. "Leave the panties."
"Yes, suh, boss," said Danessa, her voice cracking.
Danessa hadn't realized just how hard this would be. Mister Gray wasn't going to just get her naked and check out her stuff. No, he wanted to have her slowly expose herself in the most embarrassing ways imaginable and savor every second of it. She felt like a living birthday present being slowly unwrapped.
She unzipped the skirt and took it off, careful not to disturb the white cotton panties around her knees. As she bent forward to guide the garment to her feet, Danessa caught a whiff of her arousal and shuddered. She hoped no one else detected it.
"My, you look like a naughty little colored girl, Nessa," said Roger "Top up, panties down. Titties and coochie on display for all to see."
The colored teen was all too aware of how she must look. It was as if she were offering her shame to him. Roger turned to Danessa's mother.
"You've got quite a little sweetheart for a daughter, Nattie," he praised her. "You should be proud of her."
"Oh, I sho' is, boss!" grinned Natalie, still holding her daughter's blouse and bra up over the girl's bare breasts. "Thank you fo sayin' dat, too, suh. You is too kind."
Danessa had begun to mentally step back from the scene. It was as if she were watching herself and her mother putting on a show for Roger. She had to admit to herself that it was quite a stimulating sight.
"Okay, Nattie," said Roger at last. "Pull her top off."
"Right away, suh," replied Natalie.
"Lift yo' arms up, baby," Natalie instructed her daughter.
Natalie pulled the white school blouse and the bra up over Danessa's head and took it off. The colored girl was now naked except for the panties around her knees and the school shoes and white socks that were still on her feet.
"Turn around now, girl," Roger ordered. "I want to have a better look at your booty."
Blushing hard, Danessa turned as she was told. When she was facing away from him, she imagined she could feel his eyes on her ass.
"Bend over so the gen'leman kin see what a fine nigga ass you got fo' him, Nessa," said her mother. "Part yo' legs so he kin see yo' coochie."
Danessa moved her feet further apart and bent over, pushing her ass out towards where Roger was sitting. She could feel the cool air on her damp pussy and was sure he was getting an eyeful of her charms. It made her feel like all she was was tits, ass, and pussy for the white man's gratification.
"Somebody's coochie is soaked," observed Roger. "I can smell it from here! You can't tell me Nessa's not enjoying this!"
Nessa felt her face flush hot again. She was helplessly in the grips of her hormones and her body was betraying her. She'd hoped no one, especially Roger, would notice. But, evidently he did. It shamed her for him to know how aroused she was at this degrading treatment.
"Has your mama taught you how to display yourself for a white man, Nessa?" asked Roger casually.
"No, suh," replied Danessa. "Ain't I doin' it right?"
"You're doing fine, girl," Roger assured her. "She can show you now. I'll tell her how I like it."
Danessa glanced at Natalie standing next to her in her floral print dress. What humiliation did he have planned for her now? Roger turned his head towards the old negro woman.
"Strip, Nattie," he commanded her. "And be quick about it."
"Yes, suh, boss," Natalie said obediently. "Right away."
Natalie awkwardly tried to reach the zipper on the back of her dress. She turned to Danessa.
"He'p mama wit' her zipper, baby," she asked. "Mista Gray be wantin' to see my stuff."
As Roger looked on from their relaxed position on the couch, The bare breasted Danessa unzipped her mother's dress. Natalie lifted it over her head. The slip came off followed by the bra.
"You want I be takin' my panties off, boss?" asked Natalie. "Or jus' pull 'em down like my baby girl's?"
"I like that idea," replied Roger. "Down around your knees. Like mama, like daughter."
Natalie lowered her panties to her knees. Danessa noticed that her mother's pussy was also shaved bare. Even though she was in an equally humiliating position, naked except for the pulled down panties, she was embarrassed by the older woman's eagerness to debase herself for the white man's pleasure.
"Bare coochie for mama, too?" observed Roger happily. "You do know how to please, don't you?"
Natalie blushed and waited for further instructions.
"Put your hands behind your head," ordered Roger. "Spread those legs wide. That's the way a nigger displays herself for a white man. Offer up all the goodies."
Standing with her legs as far apart as the panties would allow, Natalie put her hands behind her head, lacing her fingers. Holding her elbows straight out to the side, she thrust her heavy breasts forward.
To Danessa, her mother had been transformed from self respecting lady to sexual object. The display pose made her seem as if she were a thing existing only for the sexual gratification of the white man enjoying her degradation. To her shame, the teenager felt her arousal growing.
"Now you, Nessa," said Natalie. "Show da nice white ,am what a good nigga you is."
Danessa wondered how it could get any worse, but she was confident it would. She was shocked at the lengths her mother would go to... The depths to which she'd sink, all to realize her dream of being an actress in a movie. Of course, Natalie was acting now, but her performance was an exercise in self-degradation of the lowest order.
Of course, she knew that she wanted the same thing. And now it was time for her to sink to the same depth. Imitating her mother's pose, Danessa clasped her hands behind her head and moved her feet apart. She tried not to look at the grinning white face of Roger Gray.
"Mouths open, girls," Roger ordered. "Let's do this right."
Immediately, Natalie opened her mouth and rested her tongue on her thick lower lip. Danessa felt a knot in her stomach as soon as she saw her mother obey the order, knowing both how humiliating it looked and that she'd have to do the same. The teenager let her jaw drop and pushed her tongue out flat over her lower lip. She felt like a thing. An obscene piece of living pornography.
"Very good," said Roger. "Now kneel."
Danessa watched her mother get on her knees as the white man had ordered her. Natalie was facing the couch, so the girl couldn't see her face. She could only imagine the older woman's embarrassment at this degrading command.
"Come closer, Nessa," instructed Roger. "Get on your knees."
Simply taking a few steps closer to the couch with her panties around her knees was humiliating. Kneeling naked on the floor next to her mother and posing with her hands behind her head and her mouth hanging open was doubly so. Was there any limit to the depths of her degradation?
Roger stood up in front of Natalie and unzipped the fly in his shorts. Danessa watched wide eyed as he took his cock out and lay it on her mother's tongue.
"Suck it, girl," he ordered her. "Show Li'l Nessa how a nigger sucks cock."
Natalie simply leaned forward, taking the length of the white man's dick into her mouth. The older colored woman kept her hands behind her head the whole time. To Danessa it seemed as if her mother was offering up her face as an object to be fucked. Roger began thrusting his cock into the sputtering negro's mouth.
"Use your hands, Nattie," Roger commanded. "I'm doing all the work here."
The black woman lowered her hands, wrapping one of them around the base of Roger's shaft. She cupped his balls with the other. Natalie bobbed her head on the producer's dick, slurping noisily.
"See how your mama's doing it, Nessa?" he asked the girl. "See how she takes it all the way in?"
With those words, Roger resumed bucking his hips, shoving his cock into Natalie's throat. Danessa saw her gagging on it and her eyes watering, but her mother never let up, even when the white man's balls were bouncing off the old colored woman's chin.
"Feels good," said Roger huskily. "Good nigger."
Danessa watched her mother with Roger's dick stuffed into her mouth.and a long string of drool hanging from her chin to her saggy naked breasts. Natalie looked up into his face as if she was searching for some sign of approval. The teenager couldn't believe that her mother would be concerned that she was doing enough to please him.
"All right, Nattie," Roger said. "It's Li'l Nessa's turn."
Roger stepped sideways, his dick popping out of Natalie's mouth. Strands of the negro's saliva dripped off of his glistening erection. Danessa was now confronted by the white man's rigid hard on. She could see the thick pre cum on the tip of his cock.
"Ever suck a man's cock before, girl?" asked Roger.
"No, suh," replied Danessa. "I ain't never done nothin' like dat."
Of course she was responding in character. Understanding that Roger would be more aroused by the idea of violating an innocent teenager, she imagined that fourteen year old Li'l Nessa had never done such a thing. Naturally, the actual eighteen year old Danessa was no stranger to sucking cock.
"Tell your girl how it's done, mama," Roger ordered Natalie. "Teach her how to be a proper cock sucking nigger."
Danessa couldn't believe he was talking like that. Ordering a woman to teach her own daughter to suck a man's cock in such crude terms was outrageous. She could feel a tinge of anger mixed with the shame of it. Under the current circumstances, his words definitely served to underscore their relative positions. He could say whatever he pleased however he pleased. The two black women would just have to suck it up and take it because of how badly they wanted what he was offering them.
"Yes, suh, Mista Gray," agreed Natalie. "I learn her to suck yo' dick, boss. I learn her so she do a good job fo' you."
Natalie came close to choking on the words as she spoke them. She continued to convince herself that she was simply acting out a role in the interest of winning a less degrading one in Roger Gray's movie. Nevertheless, her face burned with shame as she contemplated how she'd instruct her teenaged daughter to perform the degrading act the white man was demanding.
Danessa was embarrassed by Natalie's over the top servility in the face of Roger's humiliating commands. It was as if her mother's subservience knew no bounds in the pursuit of an acting job and handful of cash. Of course the girl wanted the same thing and realized she was hardly in a position to look down on her.
"Open yo' mouf, baby," Natalie told Danessa. "Let da gen'leman's stick his big white dick on in dere. Den start to suckin' on it like a big popsicle."
"Okay, mama," replied Danessa.
The teenager opened her mouth and looked up at Roger, waiting for him to avail himself of it. He poked the tip of his dick into her waiting mouth. Danessa could taste the bitter pre cum. She sealed her lips around it and started slurping on it.
"Dat's it, girl," Natalie encouraged her. "Take as much as you kin. Careful now, baby. You ain't want to be gittin' yo' teefs on it. You gotta make da nice white man feel good an' make him glad he choose yo' mouf 'stead o' some other nigga."
Danessa lowered her head on Roger's cock until she started to gag. Her eyes watered and a tear rolled down her cheek. Choking, she pulled her head back, letting the white man's dick slip out of her mouth.
"Take dat man's dick back in yo' mouf right now, girl!" insisted Natalie. "I ain't havin' my baby girl bein' disrespec'ful o' no white man!"
Her face burning, Danessa leaned forward and took Roger's cock back into her mouth and resumed sucking on it.
"I's sorry, Mista Gray," Natalie apologized. "Nessa is jus' a dumb nigga an' ain't know no better. I be learnin' her good, boss. She ain't gonna do dat agin. She be suckin' it how you likes it, suh. Jus' da way you likes it."
Danessa continued to slurp on the white man's cock as her mother looked on. Having Natalie apologize to Roger that way only served to humiliate her further as she knelt naked at his feet with his dick stuffed into her face.
"Now bob yo' head, Nessa," Natalie instructed. "Take it all in like a good nigga. If you gag, jus' try harder."
Bobbing her head on his shaft as instructed, Danessa willed the white man to cum. As disgusting as having him ejaculate in her mouth would be, at least the degrading act would be over.
"Dat's it, girl," Natalie encouraged her. "You doin' good now. Put yo' hand round it an' hold it tight an' rub on it. Keep da tip in yo' mouf."
Danessa wrapped her hand around the base of Roger's dick and started stroking it. She hoped this would be enough to get him over the top. Having her mother instructing her as she went was unbelievably embarrassing. Having her kneeling naked right next to her while she did it, was even more so.
"Take his nut sack in yo' other han' now, baby," said Natalie. "Nice an' gentle. Make da nice white man feel good.
Wondering what it would take to get Roger off, Danessa did what her mother told her to do. She cupped the white man's balls in her hand and gently, if not lovingly, caressed them as she stroked the shaft of his cock and sucked on the head.
"Put your faces together," ordered Roger.
Natalie moved over until she was touching Danessa's nude body. She pressed her cheek against her daughter's face. She could feel Roger's dick through the girl's bulging cheek.
Danessa felt her mother draw close to her. She desperately wanted this ordeal over with. Having Roger use her side by side with her own mother was the most degrading thing she'd ever experienced or even imagined.
"Mouth open, Nattie," Roger gasped. "I'm gonna shove it all the way in."
The colored woman was happy to take the white man's cock into her throat. Natalie knew that her daughter wouldn't be able to take it without gagging and she didn't want that to distract Roger from his pleasure. He jammed it into her mouth hard and she could feel the hairs on his balls brushing against her chin.
Relieved, Danessa let go of Roger's cock and balls and let Natalie take over orally servicing the white man. She watched her mother's cheeks puff out as he drove his dick into her throat as her arms hung limply at her side. He was treating the negro's face like a fuck hole, stroking his cock in and out.
"That's it, nigger," groaned Roger. "Take it!"
Roger pulled his cock out of her mouth. Danessa saw her mother's surprised expression just as the white man's dick shot a load of cum into Natalie's face. Semen dripped from her eyebrow and down her cheek. A line of the thick white liquid was in her hair. Another blast caught her across her broad nose. The rest went into the negro's waiting open mouth.
"Oh, yeah...," sighed Roger, satisfied.
The cum was still drooling out of Roger's softening cock when he turned to Danessa and pushed it in front of her face. The girl could see that it was wet with her mother's saliva. Natalie looked at her, cum dripping off her chin.
"Clean the gen'leman off, baby," Natalie instructed her daughter. "Lick it up an' swallow it down like a good girl."
Disgusted and humiliated, Danessa leaned forward and started licking. She could taste the semen still leaking from the head of Roger's cock. Natalie looked on approvingly from her knees as her daughter finished the degrading task.
"Good job, girls," Roger complimented them as he zipped up his shorts. "Your girl is a fine nigger, Nattie. Mighty fine. Good cock sucker, too."
"Thank you, Mista Gray," said Natalie. "We's honored to be servin' a such a fine white man as you."
Natalie flashed a stern look at Danessa. The teenager knew what was expected of her.
"Dat's right, suh," drawled Danessa. "We sho' is."
"Wonderful," smiled Roger. Turning his head towards the hallway he called out. "Jenny! Fetch the envelope from my desk. Quickly, girl!"
"Yes, suh, boss!" Jennifer's voice could be heard. "I's bringin' it fo' you now."
A few seconds later, Jennifer hurried into the room holding a white envelope in both hands in front of her. She lowered her head and held it out to Roger. He took it and put a hand on her head.
To Danessa, she appeared to be happy to be treated like either a little girl or even a pet by the white man. She seemed to have no shame in having his administrator witness her debasement. The teenager was embarrassed enough for both herself and her mother.
"Good girl, Jenny," he praised her. "I want you to take these two home now."
"Yes, suh," replied Jennifer.
Roger opened the envelope and produced a handful of bank notes.
"Hold out your hands, Nattie," he instructed her. "This is for your performance today."
Semen dripping off of her cum coated black face, Natalie held her hands out together in front of her. Danessa watched as Roger counted out twenty five one hundred dollar bills into her mother's outstretched palms. To the teenager, he was paying off his whore.
"Thank you agin, Mista Gray," said Natalie humbly. "You is a generous man to be given so much to a couple o' niggas fo' what we done."
"The pleasure was all mine, girl," he smiled down at her.
Roger reached out and put his hand on Natalie's head, carefully avoiding the streak of semen in her hair. Danessa turned her head away in shame. Her knees ached from kneeling for so long.
"I've got other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving you here," said Roger. "Jenny will take you home. I'll be in touch about the audition and if I'll want you two for a call back."
"Yes, suh," Natalie replied. "Thank you, Mista Gray, suh."
Danessa watched him turn and walk out of the room without another word. Once he was gone, she rose to her feet and pulled up her panties. Her joints were stiff from maintaining the same position. Natalie struggled to stand before Jennifer offered her a hand and helped her up.
"Let me get you a towel, Natalie," said Jennifer. "You've got some cum on your face."
Jennifer hurried off in the direction that Roger had gone, leaving the negro mother and daughter alone in the living room. Danessa picked up her clothes while Natalie pulled up her panties and put on her bra.
"Look at this money, girl!" exclaimed Natalie, gripping the cash in her hand. "I think we did good. Mister Gray looked real happy wit' us. I jus' knows he be wantin' us back."
Danessa looked back into her mother's eyes. The globs of semen had pretty much ran off of Natalie's face and dripped onto her chest. Her face and breasts glistened from it as well as the sweat from her exertions servicing Roger Gray.
The teenager knew that this image of Natalie would be burned in her memory and she'd never see her mother quite the same way again. The strong proud woman was a little tainted in Danessa's eyes now. In fact, her own self image was tainted, too. She was well aware of what she'd done, as well. Putting the school uniform back on reminded her of that all too clearly.
Jennifer returned with a damp towel and handed it to Natalie. The older negro woman mopped the white man's cum off of her face and returned the towel. She pulled the slip on and then her good dress. Danessa stepped behind her mother and pulled the zipper up for her.
"Thanks, Nessa," said Natalie. "I guess we ready to go now."
Once they were all in the elevator heading down to the garage, Jennifer spoke.
"You two really must have put on an incredible performance," said Jennifer. "I could tell that Mister Gray was very pleased with you. None of the others got as big a load out of him as you did, Natalie. I'd say you've got the inside track to the parts."
Again, Danessa was struck by the transformation of Roger Gray's assistant or whatever Jennifer was to him. An articulate, well spoken woman, she was transformed into an ignorant sounding ghetto negro when in the white man's presence.
Nothing was said on the ride back. Natalie and Danessa were each lost in their own thoughts.
Natalie happily reflected on the desire that the white man had shown for her. She was also looking ahead to the possibility of appearing in an actual movie.
Danessa fumed at the unfairness of the situation that had forced her to humiliate herself just for the chance to get back to the place she still felt she rightfully belonged. At the same time she was ashamed of her arousal at the sight of her mother's debasement and maybe even a little for her own. Why should being treated like that turn her on? It was disgraceful.
They pulled up in front of the building where their apartment was. Natalie and Danessa got out. They stood on the sidewalk next to the car.
"I'm sure I'll be calling in a day or so," said Jennifer through the rolled down window. "I'll see you again. I'm certain of it."
Jennifer smiled warmly at them and waved before pulling back into traffic and disappearing down the street. Danessa and Natalie trudged up the stairs to their apartment. The heat grew as the approached the top landing. The apartment was sweltering.
"First thing we do is git a new air conditioner!" announced Natalie. "It's jus' too damn hot in here."
Danessa didn't speak. She went to the bedroom and stripped off the school girl outfit she'd worn for the audition. Stepping into the shower, she tried to cool off and maybe wash off some of the shame.
When she climbed back out and dried off she caught another glimpse of her reflection. Her eyes lit on her hairless crotch, shaved for the pleasure of Roger Gray. At least the shower had cooled her off a little. The shame still remained unchanged.
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