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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 session at the Starlight Motel with Mister Johnson seemed to have happened to someone else as far as Danessa was concerned. Or, at least in the distant past. In fact, it had only been two days.
The former child star stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom she shared with her mother. She was admiring how nice her new gold chain and pendant looked on her along with her new hairstyle. Her nails were also worthy of attention, each one painted differently.
Her trip to the beauty salon the previous day hadn't been uneventful. She still remembered the look on the Korean girl's face when she paid for the hair styling and nail painting. Her little Asian nose had wrinkled up slightly when she'd detected the smell on the one hundred dollar bill Danessa had just handed her. The teenager had been chagrined at the time.
Equally embarrassing were the raised eyebrows displayed by the jeweler as he received payment for the pendant. Danessa knew the bills felt a little funny, but there was no way the silver haired old man could know why. Nevertheless, the black girl couldn't help but wonder if he did know that the bank notes had been retrieved from an unmentionable place and had been payment for unmentionable services.
That was all behind her now. She had what she wanted: a little taste of the luxuries she'd once taken for granted. And all it had cost her was a little embarrassment, a little indignity, and a little humiliation. Today, she only felt a little shame.
When Natalie came home from work, she didn't seem to notice Danessa's new look. But she had other things on her mind.
"We got a call back!" Natalie announced when she walked into the bedroom. "Mister Kincaid called me at work an' tol' me! We goin' back to Mister Gray's tonight. An' jus' like las' time, he payin'!"
"What we gonna hafta do this time, mama?" asked Danessa with a mix of apprehension and resignation.
"It don't matter what we gotta do, girl," her mother told her. "We gonna do it. If that white man be wantin' me to suck his dick again, I be sayin' "yes, suh" an' gittin' on my knees an' openin' up my mouf! An' if he wants you, then you do like you tol'. We is so close to gittin' them parts, Nessa. We gotta do whatever it takes."
Danessa was taken aback at her mother's willingness to humiliate herself and her crude way of expressing it. Of course, the teenager had plenty of recent experience with humiliation. She'd sat still for much more degrading acts than cock sucking from the perverted Mister Johnson.
"Mama!" exclaimed Danessa. "How kin you talk like that?! You all down on Londa fo' bein' a ho, but now you talkin' like you do anythin' fo' a part in a movie!"
"I already done anythin' fo' a part on TV," replied Natalie. "I ain't gonna hold back now. An' if you wanna go back to how it was, you best not be holdin' back, neither. Now go git yo'se'f ready."
"You mean I gotta wear that dumb school girl outfit?" protested Danessa. "It's embarrassin'!"
"Damn, right, you do!" Natalie said. "You saw how Mister Gray be likin' it. So, you gonna dress up how he likes. You gonna make sure yo' coochie's nice an' smooth fo' him, too. It ain't nothin' but stubble now, so you kin do it yo'se'f. But, hurry up 'cause Jenny's gonna be here in a half hour."
Danessa felt a fresh wave of embarrassment at the reminder of how she'd have to prepare herself for Roger Gray's enjoyment. She went into the bathroom and shed her clothing. Her pubic hairs had only grown enough to feel scratchy, but she'd have to shave them off to give the white man the look he wanted.
The teenager managed to shave her pussy smooth without nicking herself and then took a shower. She was careful not to mess up her expensive hairdo. Once she'd dried off, she put on the white short sleeved pull-over blouse and tan colored pleated skirt that made up the embarrassing school girl uniform. After she pulled on the white socks and black leather flats, she was ready to go.
Natalie had already changed into her good dress and was touching up her makeup when her daughter finished dressing.
"We best be gittin' down to the street, Nessa," said Natalie. "Jenny 'll be here any minute."
Once Danessa and her mother stepped out onto the sidewalk from the apartment's entrance, they didn't have long to wait. Jennifer pulled up in her European sports car and leaned across the front seat to open the door. The pretty black woman smiled warmly at them.
"Hello," Jennifer greeted them. "I'm glad to see you two again. Mister Gray was very pleased with your performance the other day. I had a feeling he'd want you back again."
Danessa climbed into the cramped back seat and settled in. Natalie sat in the front. The teenager was once again struck by how articulate and well spoken Jennifer was, yet how ghetto she sounded when she was speaking to Roger Gray.
"Can I ask you somethin', Jenny?" Danessa spoke up. "Just what is up wit' the way you talkin' aroun' Mister Gray?"
Jennifer didn't reply immediately. She concentrated on the traffic as she pulled the car out away from the curb.
"Well, Nessa, I guess I'm just trying to please him," said Jennifer at last. "Over the years I've learned that he enjoys hearing coloreds speak that way, so naturally I do it as best I can. He knows I'm just putting on an act for him. Actually, I think that pleases him even more. I don't think he'd like it if I was really the ignorant nigger it makes me sound like. After all, he sent me to college!"
"He sent you to college!" exclaimed Danessa. "How long you been workin' fo' him?"
"Working?" pondered Jennifer. "Oh, maybe ten years. It's hard to say when I started working for him."
"Why's that?" Danessa was puzzled.
"Didn't you know?" asked Jennifer. "Roger Gray is my father."
"Yo' father!" Danessa blurted out.
"That man is yo' daddy?" Natalie seemed dubious. "You pretty dark to be havin' a white daddy, girl."
"He's not my real father, no," Jennifer explained. "He adopted me when I was twelve."
"I didn't have any real family growing up. I went from one foster home to another. The last foster mother I had was raising me and working for him, too. She was getting on in years and I was a little much for an older woman to handle. Since he was the most respectable man she knew, she asked him if he'd take me in. He not only accepted me, but legally made me his daughter. I've been living with him and Laura ever since.
"He could tell that I was smart so he sent me to college and then to law school. I also earned an MBA. Now I help manage the business side of his production company as well as take care of things around the house. It's a wonderful arrangement and I couldn't be happier.
"So, he done all that fo' you, like you was his own daughter?" asked Danessa. "But he still like hearin' you talk like that?"
"Well, yes," laughed Jennifer. "I don't pretend to understand the hows and whys of it, but I remember the look on his face when my foster mother talked to him. I could tell she was trying her best to cover up her down home dialect, but she never could do it completely. He always spoke so kindly to her, too. I think he found it very endearing."
"Over time I realized that he enjoyed hearing it and I started doing it more and more for him even though outside his home, I worked hard to get away from it. It's ironic that the man who helped lift me from the ghetto would be the same one who derived pleasure from having me sound like I'd never left it.
"It's a little embarrassing, I'll admit. However, if I can make my daddy happy so easily, I don't see any reason not to do it.
"I met plenty o' white men like that," said Natalie. "They jus' love hearin' a colored lady soundin' like some dumb ghetto nigga. I knowed a couple who'd be tentin' their trousers hearin' some nigga sayin' "yas, suh, boss" to 'em. I ain't mind usin' that on 'em to git what I want, neither!"
"Some be sayin' how I's embarrassin' myself o' how I's sellin' out. I's jus' goin' along to git along. An' maybe I likes gittin' a rise out o' a white man that way. Ain't nothin' wrong wit' that, neither.
Danessa listened to the two older women converse and reflected on the truth of their words. She recalled the look on Roger Gray's face and the bulge in his pants that was noticeable even before she'd shown off any of her young dark flesh to him. Mister Johnson was a more extreme case, but it was obvious that the racial angle was what pushed him over the top.
Soon they were pulling into the parking garage under the Century Park Towers. Danessa felt the anxiousness in the pit of her stomach growing as they walked to the elevator. It only got stronger as the elevator took them to the penthouse.
Performing for Mister Gray was embarrassing to the extreme, but at the same time the teenager couldn't deny the excitement she felt while she was doing it. After what Jennifer and Natalie had said, Danessa realized that she did get a thrill out of having that kind of effect on a man like Roger Gray.
The elevator doors opened and Jennifer led Danessa and Natalie into the main room of the apartment. Laura Gray was there alone, seated on the couch. She was dressed casually in a a white button up blouse, long denim skirt, and brown suede boots.
"Evenin', Miz Laura," drawled Jennifer. "I fetched dese niggas fo' yo' daddy. Ain't he home?"
The svelte white lady with the long blonde hair smiled at the arrival of three negroes. Her green eyes sparkled with delight.
So, the lady of the house enjoyed the down home talk, too, thought Danessa. She certainly seemed pleased to hear it.
"No, Jenny," replied Laura. "Daddy called while you were gone. He won't be home for a couple hours. However, he did say that he was interested in my opinion of these two for the film project. Of course I told him I'd be only to happy to try them out!"
"Yes 'm, Miz Laura," said Jennifer. "You want me to git you somethin' to drink?"
"Well, with all these coloreds here, I feel like I should be sipping on mint julep!" laughed Laura. "But, I'll just have a little white wine, thank you, Jenny."
"Yes 'm, I be right back wit' it, Miz Laura," Jennifer responded before turning and leaving the room.
"You're still as pretty as ever, Li'l Nessa," smiled Laura. "Just like on The Malarkeys. I loved that program. I was so disappointed when you weren't on it anymore that I just stopped watching it. Rudy was cute, but she was no Li'l Nessa. You were always my favorite."
"Thanks," replied Danessa.
The teenager was still a little dazed by the unexpected meeting of Roger Gray's daughter and Jennifer's sudden change from an articulate college educated woman to a down home servant in the white lady's presence. She glanced at her mother and saw Natalie subtly prodding her with a motion of her head. Danessa blushed when she realized what she was trying to get her to do.
"Er..., thank you, ma'am..., Miz Laura," stammered Danessa. "You too kind."
Laura smiled, clearly pleased at Danessa's change in demeanor. Jennifer returned carrying a silver tray with a wine glass on it. She stood next to the white lady and offered it to her.
"Thank you, Jenny," said Laura.
The blonde's green eyes left Danessa only long enough to glance at the tray and lift the wine glass off of it. Taking a slow sip of the pale colored liquid, Laura continued to savor the view of the former child actress playing the part of a negro school girl.
The white lady put her glass back on the tray Jennifer was still holding out. It was clear that Laura expected her adopted black sister to wait on her and hold her drink for her as if this service were perfectly natural and reasonable. Turning back towards Danessa, her eyes met the teen's.
"How old are you now, girl?" asked Laura expectantly.
Danessa looked to Natalie and saw her mother nodding slowly. Jennifer watched her, her face expressionless. The teenager sighed. The audition was continuing and she was to remain in character, just like before. With Roger Gray, a fifty something man, it seemed like play acting for him. With his daughter, a thirty year old woman, it was just strange feeling. Laura was barely ten years older that she was. But, the colored girl knew what she had to do.
"I's fourteen now, ma'am," replied Danessa, in character.
"That's wonderful!" said Laura. "You're almost a woman, aren't you? Or maybe you are already... I know that negro girls grow up fast. Would you like to show me, Nessa? I'd love to see how grown up you are."
Puzzled, Danessa looked back at Natalie for guidance.
"I think Miz Laura be wantin' to see how you fillin' out, baby," said her mother. Turning towards Laura, Natalie added, "ain't dat right, ma'am?"
"That's right, girl," Laura replied to Natalie. "I want to see Li'l Nessa's body. I'll bet she's simply scrumptious! Please undress her."
Danessa felt the panic rising inside her. Was she really going to have to put on that performance for a woman? This was far more humiliating that doing it for Roger Gray. However, Laura seemed to expect it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, not to mention calling her mother "girl". The teenager seemed to have no choice in the matter whatsoever. Natalie stepped behind her daughter.
"Lift yo' arms up, baby," instructed Natalie. "I gots to git dis top off o' you."
Reluctantly, Danessa lifted her arms up over her head. Her mind went back in time to when she was a little girl and needed help getting undressed. Natalie lifted the school blouse up and pulled it off of her. The teenager stood with her eyes downcast while her mother unclasped her bra and pulled it off, exposing her bare breasts.
"Oh my, what grown up titties you have!" marveled Laura. "When I was fourteen, I hardly had anything more than bumps with nipples! Jenny's weren't much bigger at that age. You've got nice full titties. You should be proud of them."
"Thank you, ma'am," blushed Danessa.
It was humiliating for the negro girl to have to keep up the pretense. Obviously, Laura Gray knew that there was no way Danessa was really only fourteen. But, still, the white lady went along with the fiction that she was and was playing it to the hilt.
"Let's see if there's any fuzz on that peach," said Laura. "Take down your panties and lift your skirt up for me like a good girl."
Mortified, Danessa did as she was instructed. She knew just what the white lady wanted, too. Reaching up under the pleated khaki skirt, the colored girl pulled her white cotton panties down to her knees. Her face burning with shame, she lifted the skirt up, exposing her hairless pussy.
"No hair?!" smiled Laura. "That's so cute! Come on over here so I can see how smooth your little pussy is."
Holding her skirt up, Danessa shuffled over to where the blonde was seated on the couch. Her panties slipped down her legs from her knees to her ankles as she went. It was humiliating for the colored girl to have to walk with her skirt up and her panties falling down while Laura, Jennifer, and her mother looked on. The white lady reached a hand out and stroked the teenagers slit with the tips of her fingers.
Natalie noticed how Danessa was standing with her thighs clenched together and shook her head. She stepped over behind her daughter.
"Open them legs up fo' da nice white lady, baby," Natalie whispered in Danessa's ear. "Let her see how nice an' smooth yo' coochie is."
Danessa couldn't get her feet further apart with her panties around her ankles so she was forced to squat in order to give the blonde access to her sex. Squatting while holding her skirt up was far more embarrassing than simply standing there naked. She turned her head, unable to look Laura in the face.
But, Laura wasn't looking at her face. Her attention was focused on the negro's vagina. The blonde ran her fingers softly along the length of Danessa's hairless pussy. After a few strokes, she slipped a finger into the colored girl's slit and touched her clit lightly, eliciting a gasp and shudder from the teenager.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Laura asked. "Niggers love having their pussies stroked. Jenny always loves it. You are a nigger, aren't you, Nessa?"
The teenager stood on trembling legs, her eyes half closed. The white lady's question sent a rush of heat to Danessa's face. It always came to this, didn't it?
"Yes, ma'am," admitted Danessa. "I's a nigga."
"Good," said Laura warmly. "I like niggers. Now finish getting undressed and kneel on the floor like a good little colored girl."
"Yes, ma'am," Danessa replied, her face burning.
The sweetly condescending manner in which Laura was talking to her was even more degrading than what her father, Roger Gray, had done even though things hadn't gone anywhere near as far. Yet. Danessa wondered what would happen next.
Danessa unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She bent over and pulled off her school shoes and socks. After moving her clothing aside, the naked negro girl knelt on the floor at the white lady's feet and looked up at her wide eyed and expectant.
"You are simply precious, Nessa," said Laura. "Isn't she sweet, Jenny? She reminds me of you when you were fourteen."
"She sho' is, Miz Laura," agreed Jennifer. "Sweet as sugar."
"Okay, mama," Laura continued, turning towards Natalie. "Get your clothes off and kneel next to your baby girl. I bet you'll make a darling pair."
"Yes, ma'am," said Natalie.
Laura picked up her glass from the tray Jennifer held and sipped her wine while Natalie struggled to reach the zipper on the back of her dress.
"Help her, girl," ordered Laura.
"Yes 'm," replied Jennifer.
The slender black woman stepped around to where she could grab the zipper on Natalie's dress and unzipped it. Jennifer quickly returned to her mistress's side. Laura put her glass back on the tray and slouched back on the couch, her eyes on the older colored woman as she pulled off her dress and slip.
As Natalie removed her bra and panties, Danessa felt her pussy tingling. For whatever reasons, witnessing her mother being dominated this way by the rich, powerful, and beautiful white lady was very arousing for her. She knew it was wrong for her to feel that way, but in spite of the shame she felt as a result, she couldn't help herself.
Finally, older negress was nude. She knelt beside her daughter just as she'd been instructed. Laura slipped her foot between Natalie's thighs and rubbed the top of her boot against the black woman's pussy. Danessa felt another tingle as she watched her mother's debasement.
"Look at them, Jenny!" said Laura happily. "Mama nigger and her baby girl side by side, ready for use. Aren't they wonderful?"
"Dat dey is, Miz Laura," agreed Jennifer, still holding the tray with the wine glass on it.
Laura continued to smile as she looked back and forth between the two kneeling negroes. First the daughter, then to the mother, and back to the daughter
"You two are the best so far," said Laura at last. "I think you like being a nigger, don't you Nattie?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Natalie. "I sho' do. I loves bein' a nigga fo' you an' yo' daddy, Miz Laura."
"You're sweet, girl," said Laura.
Having the white woman call Natalie "girl" again wasn't lost on Danessa. Her mother was almost twenty years Laura's senior. Obviously, that didn't count for anything in this situation. There was no doubt that the blonde lady had the upper hand and was totally in charge and it gave the teenager an excited feeling in her tummy.
"How about you, Nessa?" asked Laura. "Do you like being a nigger, just like your mama?"
Kneeling naked on the floor at her feet wasn't enough, though Danessa. Now she had to degrade herself even further. However, this was hardly the time to leave indignantly. She was well past the point of no return now.
"I do, ma'am," Danessa told her. "I loves it, jus' like my mama."
Laura stood up in front of Natalie. Her crotch was even with the black woman's face. She lifted her denim skirt, revealing a wispy patch of blonde pussy hair. The white lady hadn't been wearing panties.
"Kiss my pussy like a good girl, Nattie," Laura instructed her. "I'm sure a nigger like you has serviced a lady before."
"Yes, ma'am," admitted Natalie. "I done dat."
"Good!" smiled Laura. "You're going to do it again now."
Natalie leaned forward and planted her thick negro lips on Laura's pink pussy. Danessa looked on in shock and could hear the soft smack of her mother's lips kissing the white lady's sex. The teenager thought nothing would surprise her now, but she'd been mistaken.
Laura sat back on the couch and opened her legs wide. She smiled as she slumped back into the cushion.
"Eat me, nigger," she sighed dreamily. "Do a good job and make me cum."
The older black woman leaned forward and moved her head up between the blonde lady's thighs. Her nostrils flared at the scent of her arousal. Natalie began lapping her tongue along the length of Laura's pussy, tasting the salty muskiness of her juices.
"Oh, yes...," murmured Laura. "You're a real pussy licking nigger, all right. Keep it up, girl."
Danessa stared as her mother reduced herself the role of pussy licker, servicing the rich white woman. Even if they eventually got the parts in the movie, she wouldn't forget the image of Natalie eagerly going down on Laura Gray.
Laura's hands found there way to the back of Natalie's head, forcing the negress's face into her crotch. The blonde ground her pussy against the black woman's face, masturbating with it. Danessa could hear her mother gasping for breath along with the white lady's moans of pleasure.
"That's the spot, girl," Laura said excitedly. "Keep it up... Right there... Oh, yes! Yes!"
Natalie felt the gush of warm liquid coating her face as the white woman's orgasm swept over her. Danessa saw her mother continue licking and kissing Laura's pussy even as her back arched and her chest heaved, still cumming hard. After a minute or two, she relaxed back into the couch cushion. The negress sat back up on her knees, waiting for further instruction.
"So, Nessa," asked Laura, sitting back up, "what did you think of that? Did you see what good pussy licking nigger your mama is?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Danessa, still not sure if she was disgusted or aroused.
"Excellent," said Laura.
The blonde reached over to the tray Jennifer was still holding and picked up her glass. Laura drained it. Her excitement had left her thirsty. She returned the glass to the tray and stood up, towering over the kneeling negro mother and daughter.
"Daddy will be home soon and I have places to go and people to meet," announced Laura. "You niggers may pay your respects, and then I'll be going."
Danessa and Natalie were both uncertain what Laura meant by "paying respects". They both Looked up at Jennifer for guidance. The slender black woman wordlessly glanced down at the white lady's boots and almost imperceptibly licked her lips. The teenager shuddered when she understood.
Natalie leaned forward onto her hands and knees and lowered her head to Laura's tan colored boot. Danessa watched as her mother began to lick it. The tingling in the black teenager's pussy was as strong as ever and she could feel the moistness between her legs getting wetter.
After a few seconds, Danessa realized that the white woman expected the same show of subservience from her. The colored girl looked down at Laura's boot, just a few feet away from her. She glanced over to see her mother still licking the other boot, her head bobbing and her breasts swinging.
With a growing lump in her throat, Danessa bent over until she was on all fours. Leaning on her hands, she lowered herself so that her face was right above Laura's unoccupied boot. She had a funny feeling in her tummy as she tentatively pushed her tongue out between her thick negro lips and touched the top of the white lady's boot with it. Gradually she started to lick it with the flat of her tongue.
This was a more humbling experience than even the time Mister Johnson pissed on her. That had been disgusting and degrading, but she had taken a completely passive role then. All she had to do was sit there, displaying her private parts while the perverted white man emptied his bladder in her face and soaked her clothing with urine. Licking boot was actively debasing herself and it was far more humiliating.
"That's enough, girls," said Laura at last. "I'll tell my father what good niggers you were. Bye for now."
Danessa and Natalie sat back up on their knees and watched while Laura walked to the door to the elevator with Jennifer right behind her. The white lady touched her black sister on the cheek for a moment before leaning forward and kissing her on the lips.
"Bye, Jenny," she said.
"Good bye, Miz Laura," replied Jennifer.
The door closed and Laura Gray was gone. Jennifer walked back to where Danessa and her mother knelt on the floor in front of the couch.
"Laura likes you both!" exclaimed Jennifer happily. "You did good. I know she'll be lobbying to have Mister Gray choose you two for the film project."
"I hope so," said Natalie, standing. "I ain't mind lickin' her cat if it gits us in the movie. Hell, if we git them parts, I ain't mind lickin' it some more!"
Danessa was again shocked by Natalie's eagerness for self degradation. Yes, getting the movie parts was important enough to do whatever they had to to get them. However, the enthusiasm she showed wasn't required. She was getting the idea that her mother was actually enjoying this and didn't seem to have the least bit of shame over it. The teenager felt enough shame for both of them. She kept her head bowed when she stood.
"It's not too cold in here for you, is it?" asked Jennifer. "The air conditioning is up pretty high. I can turn it down if you want. Mister Gray will like finding you two naked already so I wouldn't bother getting dressed now."
"I's fine," replied Natalie. "I's even a little hot right now."
Danessa's nipples were hard from the chill, but she didn't say anything. She didn't even look up. She supposed her mother must still be pretty worked up from servicing the white lady.
"Are you all right, Nessa?" asked Jennifer. "Would you like some water or something?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," said Danessa.
"Me, too," Natalie added. "Put some ice in mine..."
Jennifer walked back into the apartment. Danessa looked over at her mother who was slowly walking around the room naked, checking everything out like she was looking at an exhibit.
"Mama!" exclaimed Danessa. "You standin' too close to the window! Folks 'll see you."
"Ain't nobody gonna see me up here, girl," replied Natalie. "Might as well git used to it anyhow. We gonna be naked fo' a while to come."
"I think you like this," Danessa accused her mother. "The way you talk about it, you makin' it sound like you doin' it 'cause you ain't got no choice. You do what that white man an' his daughter say so we kin git them movie parts. I wonder if you be doin' it any way."
"Fo' somebody who been on TV, you sho' ain't know much 'bout actin', do you, girl?" asked Natalie. "You gotta make 'em believes it or it ain't no good. It ain't about jus' sayin' the words."
True, thought Danessa. But was her mother acting when she was servicing the producer and his daughter or acting right now?
"Here's your water," announced Jennifer, walking back into the room with a tray holding three glasses. "Drink up. Daddy... er... Mister Gray will be here soon."
Danessa drank her water down and girded herself for part two of the evening's debasement.
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