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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
By the time Danessa opened her eyes the next morning, her mother was long gone. Natalie's days still started early so she could take the bus to work and clean up after the guests of the seedy Richmond Hotel. The former child star had no such concerns and at the moment. Her future was looking up.
Reflecting back on the events of the previous day, Danessa had a hard time believing it had all been real and not part of some sex dream that she'd wake up from confused and aroused. Could she really have experienced such strong emotions there naked on her knees before Roger Gray? The film producer was handsome for a man in his mid-fifties. But, how could someone like that inspire a girl like her to grovel at his feet and feel as if it were the most natural thing in the world?
In fact, just thinking about it now had her absent mindedly squeezing her thighs together, her heart beating faster. She was considering reaching down between her legs to relieve her growing arousal when the phone rang. Danessa let the answering machine get it.
"Nessa?" came her cousin's voice. "I know you dere, girl! You ain't got no place else to go! Pick up da damn phone!"
"Hello, Londa," she answered the phone sleepily. "Wha's up?"
"You ain't!" exclaimed Rolonda. "What you doin' still in bed? It's almost eleven!"
"Had a busy day yesterday," Danessa replied.
"If I ain't know better," Rolonda said, "I be thinkin' you out all night gittin' yo' freak on!"
"How you know I ain't?" Danessa asked.
"You better tell me 'bout it, den, girl!" Rolonda told her. "I'll come on over. Turn da air up, too. It's hot as a bitch out here."
"A'right," said Danessa. "See you then."
"Bye, Nessa," Rolonda replied and hung up.
Danessa put the phone back and hastily dressed. Usually when Rolonda invited herself over, she wasn't far away.
Sure enough, Danessa was still buttoning her blouse when Rolonda started knocking on the door. The teenager answered it, and let her cousin in.
"I guess you was busy yesterday, Nessa," observed Rolonda. "You ain't even 'wake yet!"
"Mama an' me went back to that producer's place," said Danessa. "It was a call back, kinda."
"He jus' wanted mo' o' dat good pussy, girl!" smiled Rolonda, flopping herself into a chair. "He have you suckin' an' fuckin'?"
"Not me, no...," Danessa replied haltingly as she sat on the couch. "An' it ain't jus' him. He got a grown daughter, too. Miz Laura. When we got there, she was the only one home. An', jus' like her daddy, Miz Laura wants me an' mama naked so she can check us out."
"Miz Laura!" exclaimed Rolonda. "Is that what you gotta call her?"
"Yes," said Danessa. "She likes that."
"An', you tellin' me you had to git naked for her?" asked Rolonda. "Is she pretty?"
"Yeah, she's pretty," Danessa answered. "She got long blonde hair an' blue eyes. And she got this smile when she looks at you... She put her hands all over me an' I kin tell she's gittin' turned on," Danessa went on. "She even started strokin' my cat!"
"You a lucky nigga, Nessa," sighed Rolonda. "Gittin' yo' cat stroked by a pretty white lady. You ain't gonna tell me you ain't like it, now is you?"
"No," blushed Danessa. "It felt good. An' then she asked if I was a nigga."
"What you tell her, girl?" Rolonda wanted to know.
"I tol' her I was," replied Danessa. "I only said it to make her happy. But, it made me feel kinda funny sayin' it."
"Funny?" asked Rolonda.
"It made my pussy tingle," said Danessa.
"That kinda funny, huh?" smiled Rolonda. "You is sho' gittin' freaky, Nessa. I bet you ain't mind what Mista Johnson done like you was goin' on. I think maybe you is a nigga, girl."
"Londa!" protested Danessa. "I ain't no such thing! I had to act that way if I's to git that movie part. If all I gotta do is git naked fo' some white folks an' tell 'em I's a nigga... That ain't so hard."
"Ain't so hard if it's true," countered Rolonda. "If gittin' off on makin' white folks happy is bein' a nigga, then I's a nigga. Wha's wrong wit' dat? You sayin' you ain't like havin' some white man lookin' at you like he gotta have you? An' when he gits what he wants, seein' how satisfied he is wit' you? Havin' some white lady wantin' to touch you an' stroke you like you's her prize pet? Girl, all dat gits my cat hot! You sayin' it ain't do nothin' fo' you?"
"Maybe a little," allowed Danessa. "It do feel good. But, I can't help it when my cat's gittin' stroked."
"Uh huh...," Rolonda responded skeptically. "When Mista Johnson had yo' black ass tied down on dat bed, I seen you creamin' at da crack an' he ain't done shit to you, yet. You seen how fired up he was by you."
"I couldn't look at his face," said Danessa. "So ain't seen that."
"Maybe you jus' want some dick an' you's afraid dat makes you a slut whore," suggested Rolonda. "You figger you ain't no slut whore if you is tied down an' ain't got no choice but to be takin' it. That got you all hot 'n ready fo' dat fat white dick, ain't dat right?"
"No, that ain't right," replied Danessa embarrassed by the truth in her cousin's words.
"Well, it don't mean shit what you was thinkin', Rolonda grinned. "I seen dat coochie gittin' ready fo' some dick. An' I heard you hollerin' when I licked yo' cat after he cum in yo' hole."
"I couldn't help it," said Danessa in a small voice. "I don't know what happened."
"I know," Rolonda told her. "You's a horny ass nigga. Dat's what happened. You like gittin' fucked. You like gittin' licked. You like gittin' stroked. You is jus' a horny ass nigga. Jus' like me. Maybe it runs in da fam'ly. Yo' mama was wit' you. Ain't she a horny ass nigga, too?"
"She seems to like it alot," Danessa answered. "After Miz Laura was done wit' me, she had Mama an' me on our knees in front o' where she was sittin'. She tol' Mama to eat her pussy an' lifted her skirt up. She ain't wearin' no panties or nothin'. Mama jus' went right 'tween that white lady's legs an' started lickin' on her. Miz Laura was sayin' what a good pussy licker she was an' Mama looked all proud an' happy 'bout it! I jus' 'bout died!"
"If it makes yo' mama happy an' makes dat white lady happy, wha's da problem?" Rolonda wanted to know. "I bet you was soaked, too, nigga. You ain't foolin' me."
"After she left, her daddy came home," said Danessa, shifting the subject some. "That black girl, Jenny, she had us all kneel on the floor to greet him. She got down wit' us, too! Oh, shit! I almost forgot! Jenny is Mista Gray's daughter! Adopted, but still! She got naked and kneeled right there wit' us! Legs spread an' mouth open like we was all waitin' fo' his dick!"
"Dayum, girl!" exclaimed Rolonda, shifting in her chair. "Fuck, dat's hot!"
"Hot?!" replied Danessa. "It's nasty! His own daughter! An', she's showin' her stuff off like it ain't nothin'! I bet he fucks her."
"He prob'ly do," agreed Rolonda. "I know white men like him. Dey jus' can't git enough o' dat brown sugar, girl. Dey like to be stickin' dere dicks in nigga coochie. My kind o' white men! I got some coochie for 'em!"
"You is nasty, girl," Danessa admonished her cousin. "Ain't you got no self respect?"
"Shit," scoffed Rolonda. "I got a coochie dat needs some white dick, girl."
"You woulda wanted to be where my mama was, then," Danessa responded. "She got some white dick. First he takes us into this room like a doctor's office. He has Mama lie on the table an' he's checkin' her out. Then he makes her put her feet in the stirrups an' spread her legs out! He was pokin' all up in her coochie! An' she was likin' it! Then he up an' had hisself a taste."
"You mean he tasted her pussy?" asked Rolonda.
"Hell, yes!" replied Danessa. "He just leaned over an' put his face between her legs an' started lickin' her. She loved it even though we was right there watchin'!"
"I ain't mind havin' a white man lick my cat!" Rolonda interjected. "Ain't nothin' wrong wit' dat!"
"Then he had her git down an' me git up," Danessa continued. "He done me the same way."
"Did he lick yo' cat, too?" Rolonda asked.
"Well, yes," said Danessa. "He did."
"How was it?" Rolonda wanted to know.
"It felt good," admitted Danessa, remembering how frantic she'd been when he'd stopped. "He liked it, too. So much that he had me sit on his face so he could lick all he wanted. I's so embarrassed! Mama an' Jenny was watchin' the whole time."
"Fuck!" exclaimed Rolonda. "You is a lucky nigga, girl. An', you ain't even know it."
"The worst was when he made Mama git up an' sit on his dick," Danessa went on. "She was like a animal. I ain't never seen her like that. She jus' got on up on him, reached down an' grabbed his dick, an' stuck it right in her coochie! Right in front of me! She was so close I could hear her breathin' an' see the sweat on her face!"
Rolonda was rocking back and forth in her chair by this time. Danessa was a little appalled at her cousin's reaction to the story of her debasement, but at the same time, she liked the attention. Clearly the older girl was jealous of her experiences.
"Oh, she was somethin' else," continued Danessa. "She was sayin' shit like how much she liked his dick in her an' how she hoped he liked her baby girl. It ain't take much o' that talk to git him to bust a nut in her. He so nasty that he made me clean him up. I could taste Mama's pussy on his dick!"
"Dat is nasty!" agreed Rolonda. "An' fuckin' hot!"
"Then it happened...," Danessa remembered. "He was leavin' an' then he remembered to give us the money for performin' fo' him... He wanted to give it to me. I remembered how Mama got on her knees an' held out her hands fo' it last time so I done the same thing. I got a funny feelin' when I done it. An' when I saw how happy he was that I done it on my own I kinda got carried away."
"Carried away how?" asked Rolonda.
"I jus' put my face down an' started lickin' his feet like I was some damn dog or somethin'," recounted Danessa. "An' my pussy was buzzin' the whole time. I ain't un'erstan' it, but it felt so good! I couldn't stop doin' it. Mama come over an' did the same thing on his other foot. We was like slaves, Londa. I ain't never felt nothin' like it."
"You is a nigga, Nessa" Rolonda stated. "It feels good bowin' down fo' a white man o' a white lady. Now you is startin' to un'erstan'."
"But it ain't right, Londa," Danessa objected. "Why do I gotta bow down to white men? It ain't fair."
"You ain't gotta do shit!" countered Rolonda. "It ain't about what you gotta do! We ain't livin' in da ol' slave days! What it's about is how doin' what you done makes you feel. If bowin' down to white folks make you feel good, den why not do it? Ain't no shame in likin' bein' a nigga, girl."
"It might o' been 'cause I's so close to cummin'," suggested Danessa. "I was almost there, but after he nutted in mama, that was it. He made me git off o' his face an' go clean up his dick. He ain't git mama off neither. I's prob'ly jus' so fired up that I ain't know what I's doin'."
"Nah," Rolonda rejected the notion. "You is jus' a horny nigga, Nessa. But, you kin believe what you wanna believe. Gittin' a white man off an' not gittin' off yo' own se'f happens all da time, too. It ain't about you. It's about pleasin' him. Once you git him off, dat's all dere is. Plenty o' times I been takin' care o' business alone after some white man 's cum an' gone. Layin' dere in a sweaty motel bed, workin' my coochie wit' his nut still leakin' out. Kinda hot, really."
"Well, I did git off when I got home," admitted Danessa. "But, it ain't the same. I woke up still horny. I woulda got off again, if you ain't called!"
"Sorry, girl," Rolonda apologized. "You want me to make it up to you?"
"An' how is you gonna do that?" asked Danessa.
"I took care o' you when Mista Johnson was done wit' you," said Rolonda. "I kin take care o' you now. You want me to do dat? Go downtown an' take care o' my li'l cousin?"
"Londa!" exclaimed Danessa, her heart pounding. "That was different! We ain't had no choice but to do it then."
"I tol' you already we ain't gotta do nothin'," Rolonda explained. "We ain't had to do nothin' then. We did what we wanted to. An' we kin do what we wanna do now."
"But...," replied Danessa weakly. "We can't..."
"You want me to lick yo' cat, Nee Nee?" Rolonda offered warmly. "Is dat what you want? I ain't mind doin' dat at all. Niggas gotta take care o' each other."
Danessa had been squeezing her thighs together, putting welcome pressure on her clit, through most of the conversation. She was in need of relief and perhaps her judgment was clouded as a result. Whatever. The teenager slowly nodded her head. Rolonda smiled and stood up.
"Come on, girl," said Rolonda, holding her hand out to her.
Danessa took it and allowed her cousin to lead her to the bedroom.
"Lay back on da bed, girl," said Rolonda softly.
The colored girl did as instructed. Her cousin knelt between her legs and reached her hands out to her, taking hold of the waistband of Danessa's shorts. The teenager lifted herself up so that her cousin could pull the shorts off of her along with her panties.
"Open dem legs up, Nee Nee," Rolonda told her.
The black teen blushed and slowly parted her legs. Rolonda's gaze went from her cousin's eyes to her sex. The older girl put her head between Danessa's legs and pressed her thick lips against her young bare pussy.
Rolonda pushed her tongue out and started licking. Danessa gasped when she felt her cousin's tongue on her already swollen clit. She started slowly humping back.
Encouraged by the response, Rolonda pushed her tongue up into Danessa's pussy and fucked her with it. The teenager moaned and humped back with more vigor. Suddenly, she felt herself going past the point of no return and clamped her thighs around her cousin's head.
"Oh... Oh... Oh...," she whimpered. "Ohhh..."
Rolonda continued lapping at Danessa's sopping pussy until the girl's thrusts subsided and she'd relaxed her grip. Afterwards, she crawled up next to her cousin and looked down into her face.
"See?" she cooed. "Ain't dat better?"
"Uh huh," agreed Danessa.
"Good," smiled Rolonda.
The older girl climbed out of bed and left the room. Danessa sat up and picked up her clothes. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she put her shorts back on. The heat of the moment had subsided and she was starting to feel more than a little embarrassed at what had transpired. She went to see what Rolonda was doing and found her cousin rummaging through the refrigerator.
"Ain't you got nothin' to make a sammich out of?" asked Rolonda. "Maybe we oughta go git some lunch."
"Uh...," stammered Danessa. "Don't you want me to... uh... do you?"
"Huh?" replied Rolonda, straightening up and closing the refrigerator door.
"You know...," said Danessa. "Return the favor?"
"Oh, dat!" smiled Rolonda. "You ain't gotta do dat, Nee Nee. I's jus' takin' care o' my girl. Right now I's hungry. Let's go out."
Rolonda led the way out the door with Danessa following. The teenager was still a little dazed and confused. To her, what had happened was a big deal. But, her cousin seemed to take it in stride and was already onto something else.
In many ways, the teenager envied the older girl and the way she lived for the moment and didn't agonize over things she had no control over. Maybe now Danessa was taking the first steps towards seeing things the way she did. It was a relief.
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