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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
Dusk was falling on the city below. Danessa watched the lights coming on from her vantage point in Roger Gray's penthouse apartment, high atop the Century Park Towers. She knew this was only a brief interlude before the wealthy film producer arrived and continued the humiliating audition she'd already been put through along with her mother Natalie at the hands of the white man and his enigmatic daughter Laura.
Even more mysterious was Mister Gray's adopted daughter. Jennifer. She was the intelligent college educated black woman that split her duties between managing her father's film production business and serving as his domestic servant in the manner of an uneducated colored maid from a bygone era.
"I still don't understand it, Jenny," Danessa was saying. "You is like two different people. One, the way you is now, all smart an' well spoken. Then, when you 'round Mister Gray o' even Laura, you act like you is their maid an' talk like some ghetto nigga. I know you want to please him an' all, but how kin you be his daughter an' still be actin' that way? That ain't how no girl acts fo' her daddy an' sister."
"You have to understand a few things, Nessa," Jenny told her. "I never had a real family. Only one foster home after another. The foster mother who worked for Mister Gray was the nicest, but even she wasn't like a real mother. She had other children to care for, too, and didn't have so much time for a girl like me who was quickly turning into a teenager."
* * *
When Mister Gray took me in, it was liking living a dream. I'd only ever seen luxury like this on television. I used to dream of what it would be like to live in such a fine home with such nice things. I was constantly in awe of the place after the way I'd lived before.
I also saw the way he was with his daughter. He treated her like a princess. I'd never experienced anything like that myself. Just like the fine home, that kind of relationship was one I only saw in movies. Mister Gray's ex-wife, Laura's mother, had left them many years earlier and so his daughter was really the only family he had and he lavished attention on her.
I liked them both right away and wanted to be part of their family. Laura was fourteen and I was twelve at the time and we became quickly became friends. She was two years ahead of me at school, too. She was a very popular girl with many friends and guys were always wanting to get close to her.
Perhaps it was the fact that she was used to being catered to, or maybe it was just something natural about her personality, or maybe some of both, but she just had this aura about her. She was very charismatic and there was something about her that made you want to please her.
It wasn't just me that felt that way, either. The boy from the lacrosse team, Steve, was very popular, but he only seemed to have eyes for Laura in spite of the fact that plenty of girls wanted to go out with him. He was always hanging around.
There was another boy, Dennis, he was super smart. I knew he had a major crush on her. He'd share his class notes with her and help her with reports and homework. I thought she was kind of taking advantage of him, but he loved the attention she gave him so I suppose he was getting something out of it.
Then there was me. I just naturally fell into doing things for Laura. She included me in her circle of friends from the beginning. We'd all be hanging out and she'd ask me to go get her a soda or a snack or something and I'd just go and do it. I felt a little weird about it at first, but seeing how much it pleased her made me happy to do it. I also got the impression that her other friends were more than little jealous of me and wished that it were them fetching her things. That made me feel kind of special, too, and only encouraged me to keep it up.
Things kind of went on like that for a year and I was getting really used to living here and being friends with Laura. I'll never forget the day that Mister Gray asked me if I wanted to make it official.
"Laura keeps telling me how much she likes you, Jenny," he told me. "She says you're like a sister to her. So, we were talking and decided we'd like you to be a part of our little family."
"I don't understand, Mister Gray," I answered, my heart in my throat. "What do you mean?"
"I'd like to adopt you as my daughter and Laura's sister," he said. "We love having you here with us and I think you like it, too. What do you think?"
I couldn't have been happier! It was like a dream come true. Of course I said yes. Soon I was calling Mister Gray "Daddy" and writing my name down as "Jenny Gray". It was wonderful! Laura didn't waste any time telling her friends about her new sister, either. I was really part of the family.
I remember the first time I learned of Mister Gray's... Daddy's particular interest. It was late at night and Laura came to my room and woke me up. She was all excited about something.
"Jenny, you've got to come and see this," she told me. "Daddy's got a guest visiting and you won't believe who it is. But, you've got to be very quiet no matter what happens. We don't want them to know we're there. Okay?"
"I don't get it, but okay," I replied, still half asleep.
We snuck upstairs from the floor where our bedrooms are to just outside this living room. Laura showed me a place that we could stand and see what was going on in there through a crack in the door jam, but no one inside could see us.
At first all I could see was Daddy sitting on the couch in his silk robe. He looked so handsome, too! I heard someone else moving around in there and then I saw her. Well, I saw her from the back, anyways. It was a black lady in a very elegant purple colored jacket with matching skirt. I could see she was wearing pearls and had her hair all done up nice. She had a drink in her hand and I could hear the ice cubes clinking against the glass. When she handed it to him, I could see her face and I just about died! It was Opal!
I guess I gasped or something because Laura poked me in the ribs and quietly shushed me. I knew Daddy was in show business and that he had famous friends, but this was Opal, big as life! She was a movie star and had her own talk show on TV! And here she was serving Daddy a drink!
Daddy took a sip from the glass and looked up at her before setting it down on the table next to the couch.
"Let's get started, girl," he told her.
"Yas, suh, boss," said Opal, her head bowed.
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. Opal was talking like her character in her first movie. The one where she was a plantation slave in the old south. I looked back at Laura, but she just kept watching through the crack in the door. I turned back to see what would happen next.
Opal took off her pearls and set them on the table next to Daddy's drink. Then she slipped off her nice purple jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. At first I thought she was just getting comfortable, but she kept going. She unzipped the skirt that went with the jacket and stepped out of it before hanging it over the chair. She was actually getting undressed for him!
My jaw just about dropped when she took off her blouse and was just standing there in front of Daddy in her underwear. But, she didn't stop there. She took off her bra without missing a beat. She had huge saggy titties. Daddy never took his eyes off of them.
Without even pausing, Opal bent over and pulled her panties down. Her titties hung down and were swinging back and forth while she was stepping out of her underpants. I mean, it wasn't any kind of strip tease or anything. She was just quickly taking her clothes off to get naked for Daddy.
Well, I thought she was done, but she wasn't! She reached up and took a hold of her hair. It turned out to be a wig because she pulled it right off! Her real hair was short and nappy. Opal turned around slowly, giving Daddy a nice long look at her naked body.
Then she walked out of sight for a minute and when she came back, I could tell she'd washed all the makeup off her face. She looked completely different. It was hard to imagine that this chubby negro woman with saggy titties and a big fat ass was the fabulous Opal! But, I'd seen the transformation with my own eyes.
Anyways, she was just getting started. She stood right in front of Daddy, so close he could touch her. She put her hands behind her head and spread her legs out as far as she could and still keep her balance. Daddy reached out and ran his hand over Opal's titties and pinched her nipples. She gasped, but she didn't move.
"Does that hurt, nigger?" Daddy asked her.
I couldn't believe Daddy would call anybody a nigger. Especially not a big star like Opal! But she didn't seem to react to being called that at all.
"Yas, suh," said Opal. "You is hurtin' on dis nigga's udders fo' sho', boss."
"Want me to stop, nigger?" he asked, smiling.
"Please don't be stoppin', Mista," she answered. "Dis fat nigga be lovin' it when you is havin' yo' way wit' her. Make it hurt, boss! Show me I's yo' dumb nigga bitch!"
Daddy took hold of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, one in each hand and lifted them up. Judging from their size, I knew her titties must be heavy. I could see how they were all stretched out under their own weight. He kept lifting them higher and higher. Opal's head rolled back, her nostrils flaring and her chest heaving. She winced and groaned, but didn't move a step. I could see her eyes tearing up from the pain of it.
I didn't understand it at the time, but I was getting this funny feeling in my tummy as I watched Daddy tugging on Opal's big fat titties. I was sure that what he was doing hurt her, but at the same time I got the impression that she liked it. I kind of reached up and pinched my own nipple and imagined what she must be feeling, standing there submissively taking it.
After a bit, Daddy let go of her nipples and her titties flopped down on her chest. I could actually hear a soft slapping sound when they hit and they jiggled and quivered. Opal's face was flushed and she was breathing heavily, like she'd been working out or something. I swear she even looked a little disappointed as if she wanted to take it some more.
Daddy put his hand between her open legs and started stroking her coochie. Opal liked that alot! She was humping back at his hand and moaning long and loud the whole time he was doing it.
The idea that spying on them this way wasn't right started creeping into my head, but I couldn't turn away from the scene. Laura was completely engrossed in it, too. I could hear her breathing heavily, so I knew she was feeling the same way I was. I decided to just keep watching and see what happened next.
When Daddy took his hand out from between her legs, I could see how shiny and wet it was even from across the room. Opal got a frantic look on her face and thrust her crotch out towards him. I knew she wanted more stroking.
"You're just a fat dumb slutty nigger, aren't you?" asked Daddy.
"Yas, suh!" pleaded Opal. "Dat's what I is, fo' sho'! Jus' a fat dumb nigga bitch fo' you, boss. Please, Mista... you ain't gotta stop rubbin' my coochie does you? You got dis slutty nigga all fired up!"
Even if Opal couldn't get her cat stroked, I could! I put my hand between my legs and I was soaked. I'm embarrassed to admit it even now, but I was imagining Daddy stroking me. I knew he wasn't my real daddy, but still, it seemed so taboo. He'd never even given me a hint of anything sexual and now I was having these naughty thoughts. I wanted to be there in Opal's place, taking it from him.
"Too bad," growled Daddy. "That's all you get for now. Fetch the belt, nigger."
The lady who ran the foster home I lived in when I was much younger used to threaten us with a belt all the time. Every now and then she actually made good on it and gave a misbehaving kid a few licks on the butt with it. I never got it, and the kids that did didn't act up again for quite a while.
So, I knew exactly what Daddy had in mind when he told her to go get the belt. Or, at least I thought I did. For some reason, he wanted to beat her ass with it! But, what really surprised me was the look on Opal's face when he said it. She actually got this big dumb grin on her face. It was like he was offering her ice cream or something, not an ass beating!
She hurried over to the closet while Daddy watched her go. Opal's titties swayed and her fat ass jiggled with each step. It was quite a sight, believe me. She came back to him carrying this thin black leather belt that I remembered seeing hanging in the closet. She stood in front of him and bowed her head. She held it out to him with both hands stretched out in front of her.
Daddy stood up and took the belt from her. Once he had it in his hand, he snapped his fingers and pointed to couch cushion he'd been sitting on. Opal bent over, resting her hands on the cushion, presenting her ass to him. He ran his hands over her and squeezed her cheeks and reached between her legs. Her legs shook a little and her titties jiggled while he stroked her coochie some more.
Just when Opal seemed to be relaxing and getting into having her coochie rubbed on, Daddy stopped. He raised up his arm and brought the belt down hard on her ass. It was so loud that it startled me even though I knew it was coming. Laura jumped a little, too.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Daddy kept whipping Opal's ass with that belt over and over again. Her fat ass jiggled and titties were swaying with each blow. She was whimpering and crying but at the same time she was thrusting her ass up to meet the belt like she wanted it bad. I was really rubbing my clit by then! I felt like I had to pee, but I didn't want to miss anything.
"Dat's da way, massa!" cried Opal. "Dat's da way to beat yo' fat nigga's black ass! Give it to me, boss! Oh, lawdy! I needs to be beat! I gots to be beat like da fat dumb bitch nigga I is. Give it to me, massa!"
Daddy seemed happy to oblige her, too. He kept the belt swinging the whole time she was talking. I could see the welts rising on her ass flesh.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Stand up, bitch," he ordered her. "Present your udders."
Opal struggled to stand and turned to face him. Like before, she put her hands behind her head and waited. Daddy took the belt and slapped her across the chest with it. I couldn't believe she was actually standing still while he beat her titties! There were actually welts right across her nipples which had to still be tender from when he was lifting her titties up by them. But, she just took it with a look on her face that made me think she liked it.
"You beatin' my udders, boss!" she cried. "I's such a dumb fat nigga lettin' some white man beat my black udders. An' I's a slutty nigga fo' lovin' it an' wantin' mo'. Beat me, massa! Beat yo' fat dumb nigga slut!"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
The smell of pussy was thick in the air. I was so turned on and I noticed that Laura's hand was between her legs, too. This was so nasty! Opal was a big star and here she was letting herself be beat like some old time slave. But she wasnt' letting him do it. She wanted it and wanted it bad! I never heard of anything like that, but it was driving me crazy!
"That's enough, nigger," said Daddy. "Present your fuck holes, bitch. Do it."
Well, if Opal wasn't grinning before, she sure was now! She got this big smile on her face and turned back around away from him and bent over the way she'd been when he was beating her ass. The red welts were still clearly visible even from as far away as Laura and I were hiding.
"Is you gonna fuck yo' nigga ho, massa?" she gasped. "You gonna stuff my holes up wit' you big white dick? Dat's what dis nigga be fo', boss. I's fo' takin' white dick, dat's what I's fo'! Shove it in an' dump yo' load in my nigga hole!"
It was so nasty! Daddy must have liked it, though. When he opened his silk robe, I could see his cock standing at attention. He stepped right up behind her and jammed it right in Opal's pussy, just like that. He was pounding into her hard. Her hanging titties were swaying in rhythm with his thrusts. Her ass jiggled every time he slammed against her.
"Oh, massa!" she cried. "You is fuckin' yo' slutty ass nigga good, boss! You ain't gotta be gen'le wit' dis fat nigga, suh. You jus' do it how you like. I be takin' it an' beggin' fo' mo'! Oh, lawdy! Fuck my hole, boss! Fuck it hard!"
Daddy kept banging away and suddenly Opal's eyes got big and her mouth fell open.
"Kin I cum, boss?" she whimpered. "Please, massa! Kin dis nigga cum? I's beggin', boss!"
"Alright," grunted Daddy. "Cum, slut."
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried out. "Ahhh!"
Daddy plowed into her deep and stopped humping her. Once again, Opal's face broke out in a dumb looking grin.
"You cummin' in my nigga hole!" she said happily. "Dat's it, boss! Fill my hole wit' yo' seed, boss. Dat's what dis nigga be for! Jus' a fat black cum dump fo' da white man!"
"Damn straight, that's what you're for, nigger," said Daddy. "Fat slutty nigger. Just a hole to stick my dick."
"Yas, suh, boss," agreed Opal. "You got dat right, fo' sho'."
"Stand up, slut," Daddy ordered her. "Face me."
Opal stood up and Daddy's dick slipped out of her pussy. She turned around and faced him. I thought he was going to kiss her or something, but instead he spat in her face. She just stood there with her eyes closed while his saliva ran down to her chin.
"Open your mouth, nigger," he commanded.
She opened wide and Daddy spat right in Opal's mouth. She even waited for a few seconds before closing it as if she wanted to make sure he was done first. It was amazing.
Laura startled me by touching me on the shoulder.
"We better go, Jenny," she whispered.
We snuck back to the stairs down to the bedroom floor and went down to our rooms. I was still in a weird state of shock and arousal after what I'd seen. I had to find out more and I couldn't wait.
"That was really her, right?" I asked, unable to think of how to start.
"Of course that's her!" Laura replied. "Daddy helped her get her first movie role."
"He did?" I said back. "Is that why she lets him do all that?"
"Maybe the first time," allowed Laura. "I don't know. I didn't know what was going on for a long time. She came over a few times before that first movie. I didn't know who she was. After the movie came out, everybody knew who she was. Then she came back and kept coming back. She was the star of her next movie. Daddy didn't have anything to do with that one. But, she kept coming back. Even after she got her TV show. Even now, like you just saw. She loves it, Jenny. There can't be any other reason."
"But he hurt her!" I protested, still half in denial. "He beat her with a belt! He called her names and she had to say them, too!"
"He didn't make her do anything," Laura corrected me. "You saw what I saw. She loved it and wanted more. The nastier it was the better she liked it. Don't tell me you couldn't tell!"
I didn't know what to say. I knew she was right. But, what she didn't know was that even though I didn't completely understand why, I wanted it, too. But, I couldn't admit that to her.
It was late, real late by then. I went off to bed and masturbated thinking about taking the kind treatment I'd seen Opal take. I even imagined that I was taking it from Daddy. I came hard.
* * *
"You tellin' us Opal..., the Opal..., was here bein' a nigga fo' Mister Gray?" asked Danessa. "I know we gotta do this if we wanna get back into actin' 'cause yo' daddy kin he'p us. I'm findin' out jus' what a girl gotta do to git what she wants in this business. But, Opal ain't gotta do that kinda shit. No way! She ain't gonna sit still while no white man calls her a nigga."
"I couldn't believe it either when it happened, Nessa," replied Jennifer. "You're right, she wouldn't take that kind of talk from anybody in public. But this isn't about public name calling or insults or anything like that. This is about a successful woman with many responsibilities who just wants to let go of it all for a little while and let her basic nature run free. Are you telling me that you didn't feel anything hearing about what happened? Or that you didn't feel anything during your little audition with Daddy?"
"I seen how you was lookin', girl!" laughed Natalie. "Don't act all stuck up! I used to be tellin' myself that I's only doin' it to git what I wanted. I ain't mind sayin' that sometimes, I gots a little carried away wit' it. You jus' ain't ready to admit it, Nessa. That's what we 's sayin'. That's all."
Danessa knew they were right. She wasn't unaffected by it all. And she wasn't ready to admit it.
"So, that's how you found out what yo' new daddy was into," stated Danessa. "An', that's how you found out you was into it, too. But it's a long way from that to what you doin' now."
"True," agreed Jennifer. "But it got me started thinking. Thinking about how it was with Daddy. And Laura..."
* * *
The funny thing happened a week or so later. Laura and I were watching television in the little family room on the bedroom floor when Daddy called for us to come upstairs and meet somebody. We got up there and it was Opal!
"Well, hello, there!" she said to me. "Mister Gray was telling me there was a new member of the family! Aren't you a pretty one!"
I was speechless. Even though she was dressed elegantly, her hair and makeup all done up like when she's doing her talk show, my mind kept summoning up the image of her stripped and bent over, happily taking a belt beating on her naked ass.
"Oh, and you're bashful, too!" she gushed, mistaking the reason for my silence. "I think you're a cutie. And you're a lucky girl. I only wish Roger Gray could be my daddy."
After they left, Laura and I exchanged looks. She smiled knowingly and I blushed.
"Embarrassed?" she teased me. "Why?"
"You know why!" I told her, flustered.
"Tell me why," Laura replied immediately. "Tell me what was so embarrassing about meeting Opal?"
"It wasn't about meeting her...," I started. "It was remembering what we saw her doing with Daddy. I can't stop thinking about it."
"Really?" smiled Laura. "I think you liked what you saw... I bet you imagine yourself in Opal's place. Don't you?"
It seemed that Laura could see right through me. A whole fantasy of her as a young debutante with me as her negro serving girl flashed into my head. I guess I'd really been toying around with that idea for while... Ever since the time we watched Daddy and Opal. I felt very exposed and vulnerable all of a sudden. I looked away from her.
"I thought so," said Laura, playfully. "My new kid sister wants to be a nigger. How about that..."
When she said that, I felt it between my legs. I looked back at her and saw the look on her face and blushed. It reminded me of the look on Daddy's face when he was with Opal.
"Take off your clothes, Jenny," she told me. "I want to have a good look at my nigger sister."
I couldn't believe this was happening! And when I started unbuttoning my blouse, I couldn't believe I was actually doing it. Laura just stood there, watching as I undressed. After I got my top off, I pulled off the jeans I was wearing. I was a little embarrassed taking my bra off, but it was just us girls, so why not?
It was hardest to take my panties off in front of her, because then I was totally naked and she was still completely dressed. I was very aware of the power she had over me in this vulnerable position. She walked around me where I stood, inspecting me. It was really turning me on, too.
"Get in position," Laura instructed. "Just like Opal did for Daddy. I'm sure you remember."
Of course I remembered! I'd been replaying that scene in my head over and over every night when I went to bed and again when I woke up! I put my hands behind my head and stood with my feet wide apart. Laura smiled at me and put her hands on my breasts. She squeezed on them while she looked into my eyes.
"You've got such nice tits, Jenny," she said. "Nice nigger tits. I'm jealous. They're bigger than mine and I'm sixteen while you're only fourteen. It's not fair. Good thing they're mine, too, isn't that right, sis?"
I'd never seen the glint in her eye the way I did then. I swallowed hard and struggled to speak.
"Yes, they are...," I rasped.
"Excuse me?" she grinned. "That's "Yes, ma'am", nigger. Understand?"
I felt that between my legs, too. It was like an electric jolt.
"Yes, ma'am," I managed to say. "I understand."
"Good girl," Laura replied.
She seemed pleased and I was happy to please her. I found myself wishing she'd put her hand between my legs the way Daddy had done Opal. It didn't take long for her to do it.
My legs were shaking when I felt her hand on my pussy. Her finger went right to my clit and started rubbing it. I was having trouble staying on my feet.
"I'm going to love having my own nigger," said Laura. "We'll have lots of fun. Won't we, Jenny?"
"Yes, ma'am," I agreed. "We sho' will."
* * *
"That's how it all started," Jennifer was saying. "It's funny now to see just how easily I got caught up in it. Maybe there was something in me all along. Maybe I was a latent nigger the whole time."
"You an' yo' sister!" exclaimed Danessa. "So... she is a lesbian!"
"Not really...," replied Jennifer. "You might say she was bi. But, I don't think she's ever been with another woman... other than a negro woman. She just loves being serviced by us. And I love taking care of her that way. She's a special kind of lady."
Danessa was about to speak when a door bell chime rang out.
"The bell rings when someone presses the penthouse button in the elevator," explained Jennifer. "Daddy's home."
The image of the famous Opal debasing herself for the pleasure of Mister Gray as well as herself was vivid in Danessa's mind. It was very likely true, she thought as she recalled her own mother's transformation when serving the white man. Natalie had slipped into the role so easily.
Shameful as it may be, the former child star saw herself following, too. Like it or not, that was the humiliation that awaited her. A humiliation that would be underway in a very few minutes.
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