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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 girls returned to the apartment after their lunch. Danessa stepped into the bedroom to check the answering machine for messages. The room still smelled of sex. The teenager shuddered and felt a tingle between her legs as she remembered the warm softness of Rolonda's tongue on her pussy. Her thoughts began to drift back towards her own desire to give her cousin some of what she'd received from her.
The blinking light on the answering machine told Danessa that there were two new messages. She clicked the button and listened. The first one was the call from Rolonda that had woken her up earlier. The second was a surprise.
"Hello, this is Jennifer Gray calling for Natalie or Danessa," Jennifer's voice said on the machine. "Mister Gray is interesting in moving forward with you on the project and has authorized me to provide you with a copy of the script. I'm tied up in meetings all day, so I can't get it to you today. You may come down and pick it up, or I can have a courier drop it off tomorrow."
She then proceeded to leave her telephone number. Danessa was dumb struck. This was what they'd been waiting for since the beginning of this adventure! It's what her mother had been waiting for for years! The teenager turned to go tell Rolonda, but the big girl was standing right behind her.
"Londa!" said Danessa excitedly. "That was Jenny! I think we got the parts! We can go pick up the script right now!"
"Dat's great, Nessa!" replied Rolonda. "All dat suckin' an' fuckin' sho' paid off in mo' ways 'n one!" She paused a moment before continuing. "Wait a minute... Dat was Jenny on da machine? You tellin' me she ain't white?"
"That's her," Danessa confirmed. "An' she is black as you is."
"Dis I gotta see," said Rolonda. "I heard niggas talkin' white befo', but dis girl got me fooled."
"Let's go then," Danessa urged her. "I wanna see that script. All I know is how it's some kinda historical drama 'bout a black girl who got to git naked alot."
"A'right," agreed Rolonda. "You know where she at?"
"No," replied Danessa. "I'll call."
* * *
Ten minutes later and armed with directions, Danessa was sitting in the front seat of Rolonda's old Chevy while her cousin drove down the boulevard towards downtown.
"So, you tellin' me how dis nigga was gittin' naked fo' her daddy wit' you?" asked Rolonda. "An' down on her knees wit' you all?"
"That's right," Danessa replied. "I couldn't believe it. She was tellin' us how she an' her white sista seen him usin' some famous nigga when they was younger. Her daddy ain't seen 'em watchin', but it made her wanna be a nigga. Miz Laura liked what she saw, too, an' used Jenny to act it out.
"Famous nigga?" Rolonda repeated, intrigued. "Who?"
"You ain't gonna believe it, girl," said Danessa. "I still ain't sure I do."
"So, tell me!" insisted Rolonda. "Who is it?"
"Opal," Danessa told her. "Jenny said she saw Opal stripped naked, bent over, takin' a belt whuppin' on her ass, an' lovin' it. She was all "massa, this" an' "massa, that", talkin' like some down home country nigga. Then Mista Gray was ready to fuck an' just stuck it in her an' had her holla'in an' beggin' fo' permission to cum!"
"Fuck!" exclaimed Rolonda. "Dat's hot even if it ain't true. I always wondered 'bout dat nigga... I hope she is!"
"Anyways," Danessa continued, "Jenny say seein' all that made her wanna take it, too. I guess that's what give her the idea to be talkin' all country fo' Mista Gray an' Miz Laura, too. Them two jus' love hearin' it."
"I was tellin' you dat," agreed Rolonda. "I ain't sho' I gits it, but I been wit' plenty o' white men who love hearin' it, so I lays it on even mo'. When I want some white man who got his dick in my hole to nut quick, I jus' cut loose wit' it. "Oh, massa", "yas, suh, boss", dey can't git enough o' it an' next thing I know, I's feelin' 'em dumpin' dat load in me. An' I can't git enough o' dat!"
"There's the building, Londa," Danessa pointed out. "Look for a place to park."
Rolonda saw an empty parking spot and pulled into it. Her old Chevy looked a little out of place next to the luxury cars lining the street. Danessa got out and looked up at the tall building. She, too, felt a little out of place.
The two cousins made their way up to the twenty eighth floor where the Roger Gray Productions offices were located. The elevator doors opened into a nicely furnished lobby. A slender black woman with long straightened hair sat behind a desk and smiled at them as they approached.
"May I help you?" she asked pleasantly.
"We're here to see Jenny Gray," Danessa told her. "She got a script fo' us."
"You're Li'l Nessa, aren't you?" asked the receptionist as she recognized her. "Miss Gray told me you might be by. I'll call her."
"Yeah...," replied Danessa. "Thanks."
The receptionist momentarily flashed Rolonda a suspicious look. The big girl put her hands on her hips and glared back at the woman. Smiling back at Danessa, the long haired black woman picked up the phone and dialed.
"Miss Gray?" the receptionist spoke into the phone. "Miss Summers and a... friend are here to see you." She listened for a moment before continuing. "I'll show them to your office."
Hanging up the phone, the pretty receptionist stood and smiled professionally at the two girls.
"This way," she said.
Danessa and Rolonda followed along behind the receptionist who led them down a hallway off the lobby to a door marked "Jennifer Gray". She knocked and opened it. Jennifer sat behind a table in a high backed chair. The large window behind her gave the office a panoramic view of the city below.
"Nessa!" she greeted the girl happily. "I'm glad you could make it down here."
Danessa was impressed that Jennifer would have such a luxurious office considering her position in the Gray household. There she seemed to be a pampered pet at best. Here, her office had all the trappings of a senior executive.
"You got a nice office, Jenny," said Danessa.
"You got dat right!" agreed Rolonda. "Dis place is da shit!"
"Oh, sorry...," Danessa spoke up. "This is my cousin, Rolonda. She gave me a ride down here."
"Pleased to meet you, Rolonda," said Jenny. "Is she the cousin you mentioned the other day?"
"The other day?" Danessa was momentarily puzzled. Then she blushed as she remembered the question and answer session. "Yeah."
"What was you sayin' 'bout me, girl?" Rolonda wanted to know.
"Uh...," stammered Danessa. "Mista Gray asked if I ever been with a girl... I kinda tol' him 'bout when we was kids..."
"Oh, dat's cool," replied Rolonda. "We was jus' kids all dem times back den. You know how dat is."
Jennifer smiled at the extra information while Danessa blushed hard. She'd only told him it happened once and didn't mention that it had happened several times that summer. Rolonda didn't seem to mind if she knew.
"Yes, I understand about those things," said Jennifer. "To me it's one of the benefits of being a nigger. We don't have to worry about proprieties the way white folks do. Two white cousins experimenting with lesbian sex would be scandalous if it were discovered. But, two nigger girl cousins going down on each other doesn't even raise an eyebrow. We're quite fortunate that way when you think about it."
Just then the telephone on Jennifer's desk rang.
"Excuse me," she said as she picked it up.
"Yes?" Jennifer spoke into the phone. "Why, Miz Laura! I's sho' glad to be hearin' from you, ma'am!" she paused, smiling happily. "Dat's right, ma'am... Yo' daddy say how he wants dem niggas in da movie. I gots da script fo' dem, an' deys here now... Nessa... No, ma'am, she be here wit' her cousin, Rolonda... Oh, yes, ma'am! You'd like her. She's a big girl wit' a pretty face, big udders, an' a nice fat ass. A li'l older 'n Nessa. She's a nigga fo' sho', Miz Laura... Yes, ma'am. Good bye, ma'am."
Danessa had been watching her cousin's expression when Jennifer started speaking on the phone to Miz Laura. She was surprised to see Rolonda smile as the black woman described her to her mistress.
"Miss Laura's looking forward to meeting you, Rolonda," said Jennifer, hanging up the phone. "She likes niggers very much."
"You kin call me Londa, girl," said Rolonda. "Everybody does. Wha's up wit' da way you talkin' to her? Ain't dat yo' sista? It's like you's her nigga maid or somethin' an' here you is, a exec-u-tive!"
So, thought Danessa, Rolonda wanted to ask about how Jennifer spoke to Miz Laura and just let the way she'd just described her go by. Her cousin had no problem with who and what she was.
"Well, Londa," started Jennifer, "I don't know how much Nessa's told you, but you're right that Miss Laura is my sister. Mister Gray adopted me when I was a teenager staying with him and his daughter as a foster child. Miss Laura is a very special lady. And he is a very special man. I'd do anything for them, and it pleases them both for me to act that way around him. To tell you the truth, I enjoy it, too."
"Oh, I knows 'bout white folks, Jenny," said Rolonda. "I knows how some o' dem jus' love hearin' a nigga talkin' like a nigga. I knows a couple o' white mens jus' 'bout nut when dey hear me do it when dey gittin' dere freak on wit' me."
"Yes, there is that," smiled Jennifer. "But, I didn't start out talking that way for them. That kind of grew over time. However, taking care of Miss Laura and serving her needs was something I did pretty much from the beginning. And, as her needs matured, so did my services."
* * *
There's something about Laura that made me feel good just being around her and made me want to do things for her. She was always so sure of herself, but sweet at the same time. I'd carry her books for her and get her drinks and snacks when she wanted them. I didn't mind serving her that way at all. I wanted to do it.
It was after Mister Gray adopted me that Laura started taking a more personal interest in me and my maturing fourteen year old body. She particularly enjoyed my breasts and remarked often about how big they were compared with her own.
I wasn't sure if it was normal for a sixteen year old white girl to have such a fascination with her younger sister's physical development, but that didn't matter. I was glad she did and loved the attention.
Every night before I'd go to bed, Laura would come into my room and sit on my bed to watch as I undressed. Once I was naked, she'd have me stand in front of her with my legs wide apart and my hands behind my head. Then she'd slowly run her hands over my body, paying special attention to my breasts. That would get my nipples hard and my juices flowing.
It was always embarrassing when she'd put her hand between my legs and feel how wet I was. She'd always act surprised that I was so aroused, but she took great pleasure in stroking my pussy and watching my face while she did it. I'd start humping back at her hand without even realizing I was doing it. It was like the way a dog's leg moves when you scratch him.
She seemed to enjoy any reaction she got from me. If I moaned or gasped, she'd smile at me or go "hmmm?" She'd ask sweetly if I liked it and she'd tell me what a good girl I was. It was as if she was getting pleasure from it herself, even though I was the one on the receiving end.
Of course, as time went on I learned that she did. Controlling me and playing with my body like a toy gave Laura much pleasure. Naturally, I never objected and was happy to take it for her to please her. Not to mention the fact that I simply loved the feel of her touch.
Frequently she'd stroke me to orgasm. But, she wouldn't let me complete the act until I begged to cum. She took great delight in hearing my frantic pleas for release and she didn't always grant it.
Afterwards, she'd kiss me. Not a sisterly kiss, either. She'd kiss me full on the lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth. That would usually get me aroused all over again! But, then she'd leave and I'd go to bed and usually fall asleep quickly.
Now, I was positive that regular sisters didn't act like that. But for us it was different. She was a sweet white girl and I was a nigger. I don't know how or why, but I knew it was my place to serve her this way just like I served her by getting her things, picking up her room, and laying out her clothes for her. The pleasure it gave me to do it all helped me know I was right.
This had gone on for quite a while, maybe a year or so, when she decided to take it further. It was after dinner one evening and too early for bed. Laura told me to come with her. Naturally, I obeyed and followed her to her room.
"Close the door, nigger," she ordered me. "Strip."
"Yes, ma'am," I replied and got started.
I was looking forward to feeling her hands on me. This would be quite a treat for me, since we usually didn't do this until bed time. And, as usual, once I was naked, she started caressing my breasts the way I liked.
"So, nigger, you like this, don't you?" she asked with a sultry sound in her voice.
"Yes, ma'am," I gasped. "I do."
"You know how I want to hear it, nigger," she told me. "Say it right."
I did know, but it was still a little embarrassing for me to do it. However, I knew how much she loved it so I did my best and layed it on thick, just the way she liked it.
"I's sorry, Miz Laura," I corrected myself. "I sho' loves it, ma'am. I loves havin' yo' hands on my udders, ma'am. I sho' 'nuff do!"
"That's better," she smiled. "Good nigger."
Her hand went between my legs. I could feel my clit twitching in anticipation of her touch.
"Soaked," she said, looking into my eyes. "Slutty nigger. It isn't fair you get all the fun all the time. It's time for you to take care of me instead of the other way around."
"Ma'am?" I asked.
She took her hand away and smiled at me. I stood there, missing the feel of her against my sensitive pussy. I was pretty worked up.
"Come here and undress me, girl," she ordered.
My heart was pounding. This was another of my fantasies. The negro serving girl undressing her beautiful white mistress. I'd dreamed of this happening. I only hoped she wouldn't stop it the way she'd just stopped stroking me.
I went to her and stepped behind her. My hands were shaking a little while I unzipped her dress and lifted it off of her. Her slip came off easily, but I was so excited I fumbled at the clasps on her bra. In spite of the intimacy we'd shared up to that point, I'd never actually seen her naked breasts.
Oh, but once I got that bra off of her I got a good look at them. They were so perfect! Petite little titties with perky pink nipples! Even though I was younger than her, mine were bigger and already sagged some. It was funny the way we were each envious of the other's breasts.
"Do you like them, nigger?" she asked me. "Do you like my titties?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am," I replied. "I sho' do. Dey is so purty."
I'd didn't need any prompting to keep the dialect up and, play the part of her nigger maid. I could tell she loved it.
"Do you want to kiss them?" she smiled at me.
My pussy was soaked and my mouth was dry. This was just like my fantasy, except it was really happening.
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Laura," I drawled. "I be honored if'n you 'llowed me to kiss yo' titties, ma'am."
"Then get on your knees, nigger," she told me. "Kneel down and you may kiss them."
I got down on my knees and looked back up at her like a puppy dog. She had to bend over so I could reach her nipples with my mouth. The feel of her tender flesh on my lips was incredible. So soft and delicate. I kissed them gently over and over, first one, then the other, then back again.
"Take my panties off," ordered Laura.
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
My palms were sweating as I took the waistband of her pink panties in my hands and pulled them down over her hips. The scent of her pussy was heavy in the air as I got them down far enough to see the fine blonde hairs covering her slit. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen.
Suddenly, her hands were on the back of my head pushing my face into her. Her musk filled my nostrils and I could feel her pussy hairs on my nose.
"Lick my pussy, nigger," she commanded. "Lick it good."
I tried to speak, to say "yes, ma'am", but my voice was too muffled. So I just stuck my tongue out and pushed it between her pussy lips. I'd never been with a woman, or even a man, but I knew where the sensitive parts were! I found her clit and ran my tongue over it. Her legs trembled, so I knew she liked it.
"Stop," she gasped, stepping back.
Once again, she'd stopped me just as I was abandoning myself to her. My disappointment was short lived, though. She hurried to her bed and lay on her back, spreading her legs. She patted the inside of her thigh.
"Come here," she ordered. "Lick me until I say stop."
Eagerly, I climbed up between her legs and pushed my face into her crotch. I stuck my tongue between her swollen pink pussy lips and licked for all I was worth. I sucked her lips into my mouth, the taste was strong. I was squeezing my own thighs together, I was so turned on.
It wasn't long before I felt her hands on my head again, pushing me into her and grinding her coochie on my face. I could barely breath, but I kept my tongue busy while I gasped for air. Suddenly, I felt her pussy gush and she moaned frantically.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried.
I was so happy that I'd given such pleasure to my mistress. She'd chosen me to serve her this way and I felt very special. We lay like that for a long time, with her stroking my hair, my head resting between her thighs. I could feel her pussy juices drying on my face.
"All right, Jenny," she said at last, "time to get up."
I stood up and she climbed out of the bed, too. I looked at the clock and was surprised by how late it was.
"Turn the bed down for me, girl," she ordered. "It's bed time."
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
I could see the wet spot on the middle of the bed spread where her sweet white bottom had been resting and smiled to myself. I took it off the bed and then turned the sheet down so she could get under the covers. It made me happy to do this last service for her before going to bed. She climbed in, and once again lay on her back. This time she patted the spot next to her.
"You'll be sleeping with me from now on, Jenny," she told me. "I like my nigger next to me."
You can imagine how happy I was to hear that! This was better than my fantasy ever was. We both slept well that night.
* * *
"It was a good thing it was Saturday the next morning," said Jennifer. "We stayed in bed late that morning."
"I ain't never done nothin' like dat," Rolonda said wistfully. "Ain't never been wit' a white lady so sweet as yo' Miz Laura. You is one lucky nigga, girl."
"Oh, I know it, Londa," Jennifer assured her. "I'm very lucky, indeed."
Danessa remembered being on her knees, naked, in front of Miz Laura with Natalie right next to her. At the time she'd been disgusted by her mother's eagerness to lick the white lady's pussy. Feeling as she did now, she might have wanted to at least taste her.
"Actually, Miss Laura told her father how much she liked you and Natalie," said Jennifer. "That definitely worked in your favor for landing the roles. Of course, he knew very well what good niggers you and your mother are. You served him very well and he couldn't have been more pleased with you both. But, it was the way you paid your respects to him afterwards so sincerely genuinely touched him, Nessa. I think that's what made him finally decide on you two for the movie."
Jennifer paused for a moment and smiled at the teenager.
"He was also so worked up over your performance that he used me twice that night before he could go to sleep," Jennifer went on. "Daddy's a virile man, but he's also well past fifty years old! It's been a while since he came three times in an evening! I barely had time to shower and be ready to greet Miss Laura when she got home."
"Wait a minute...," said Rolonda. "Is you sayin' yo' daddy uses you? You mean like suckin' an' fuckin' use?"
"Of course, Londa," replied Jennifer. "He's a white man and I'm a nigger. Naturally he uses me. Besides, he's my adopted daddy. I don't know who my real daddy is, or even my mama for that matter. Mister Gray is my white daddy and I'm his nigger girl. He can use me any time and any way he wants. And, believe me, I'm honored every time he does."
Danessa knew she should be shocked and disgusted by this revelation, too. Instead she found herself aroused. She remembered back to how she felt on her hands and knees at Mister Gray's feet and understood how Jennifer must feel.
"Damn, Jenny," replied Rolonda wistfully. "Fuckin' yo' white daddy... Dat's so fuckin' hot, girl."
"Yes, isn't it?" smiled Jennifer. "I know I'm a lucky nigger. It didn't happen right away, either. I'd been serving Miss Laura for at least a year before things started moving in that direction with him."
* * *
The days went on as usual, and the evenings developed a pattern of their own, too. After dinner Daddy usually had things to do, so we'd go downstairs where he'd leave us to ourselves. Once we were alone, I'd get undressed since Laura believed that niggers should be naked, at least when in private with their mistress. I agreed and was only too happy to abide by her wishes.
I don't want you to get the idea that it was all sex between us. We'd watch television, read books, study, or just talk like sisters do. Of course, she'd always want to amuse herself by playing with my body. Naturally, I enjoyed that very much! And, when it was bed time, I could be sure that I'd be busy pleasuring her in whatever way she wished.
One night she woke up thirsty and sent me upstairs to the kitchen to get her some juice. It was two or three o'clock in the morning so I just went up there without getting dressed first. Daddy would certainly be asleep at that time.
I was getting the juice out of the refrigerator when the lights came on. I turned towards where the light switch was with the juice carton in one hand and Laura's glass in the other. Daddy was standing there in his bathrobe, his eyes roaming over my nude body.
Naturally, I was startled to be discovered this way. I felt an urge to cover myself, but my hands were full. So, I just stood there, facing my adopted father, with my nakedness on full display. It was embarrassing, but I also felt a little tingle between my legs when I saw the look on his face. I could tell that he liked what he saw!
"You're up late, Jenny," he observed, his gaze moving up from my bare breasts to meet my eyes.
"Yes...," I replied, blushing. "Laura was thirsty so I came up to get her a drink. I didn't think you'd be up. Sorry, Daddy."
"That's okay, Jenny," he told me, his eyes darting down to my pussy and back up again. "I heard a noise and thought I'd better check it out. Good night."
"Good night, Daddy," I spoke, my mouth dry.
He took another long look at my naked teenaged body and then turned around and walked away. I just stood there, my heart pounding and my pussy quivering. I couldn't believe he didn't say anything about my lack of clothing. It started to dawn on me that although I knew that he cared for me as a daughter, he also saw me as a nigger.
Finding his white daughter this way would have been a source of much embarrassment on his part and hers. I'm sure he would have turned away quickly and apologized while poor Laura would have been mortified. However, seeing me naked was no big deal. I was a nigger, and niggers should be naked. My body's purpose was to give pleasure and I knew that it had.
When I got downstairs with Laura's orange juice, she could tell I was flustered.
"What took so long?" she wanted to know. "What happened?"
"Daddy was up dere, ma'am," I told her. "He saw me gittin' yo' juice. He ain't say nothin' 'bout me bein' naked. He jus' be lookin' at me."
"Well, you're a pretty colored girl," smiled Laura. "Of course he'd look! Why would he say anything, anyways? Niggers are supposed to be naked, aren't they?"
"Yes, ma'am," I agreed. "Dey sho' is."
Laura sipped her juice and reached out to me. Her hand was going between my legs so I quickly parted them to give her easy access to my intimate parts. I knew she wanted to check my state of arousal. I also knew what she'd find.
"Soaked," she smiled. "I'm not surprised. Slutty nigger. I bet if he wanted to stick his cock in you, you'd be on your back with your legs spread in an instant. Wouldn't you, girl?"
I blushed and looked away from her. Of course I would. I'd do anything Daddy wanted. I'd been fantasizing about just that for a long time.
"I'm sure you do," said Laura, finishing the juice and placing the glass on the bed stand. "Lay down next to me. On your back."
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Laura," I replied subserviently.
I got up in the bed with her and lay down, spreading my legs.
"Look at you!" she said in mock surprise. "Clitty all popped out. Lips parted. Slutty nigger ready for action. Too bad you didn't get any. But, don't worry, girl. I'll take care of you."
She lay on her side facing me, propping herself up on one elbow. Her free hand went between my legs and started stroking me. She looked into my eyes and smiled at me the whole time. It didn't take long for me to feel an orgasm building.
"Kin I cum, ma'am?" I asked plaintively. "Please?"
"Oh, I don't know...," mused Laura playfully. "You never answered my question. Would you spread your legs for Daddy?"
I always hated and loved it when she teased me like this when I was close to orgasm. I wanted to cum so bad, but the way she controlled me at moments like this always increased the intensity. I knew when she finally granted me permission, I'd explode.
"Yes, ma'am," I admitted.
"Answer me completely, nigger," she teased. "You know how I want to hear it."
It was so humiliating to have to answer her questions that way. But it always turned me on even more.
"Yes, ma'am," I told her. "I'd spread my legs fo' Daddy."
"I see...," she replied. "You know only a nigger would do such a thing, don't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," I agreed. "Only a nigga be spreadin' her legs fo' her daddy."
"Uh huh," she said softly. "I bet you want it, don't you? Tell me you want Daddy to fuck you. Tell me you want him to fuck your nigger hole."
I wasn't sure I'd be able to hold out much longer. The way she was talking and the way she kept stroking my pussy was pushing me over the edge. I desperately didn't want to disappoint her by showing a lack of control and not waiting for permission, but there was only so much more I could take.
"Please, ma'am," I begged. "Please let me cum! I can't hold it."
"You'll hold it, nigger," she said sternly. "Of that I can assure you. Now say it!"
She rubbed harder and faster and it felt so damn good! She was making it as hard as possible for me to remain obedient.
"I does, ma'am," I gasped frantically. "I want Daddy to fuck my nigga hole, ma'am. I want it bad."
"Hmmm...," she smiled down at me.
"Ma'am!" I cried. "I's beggin' you!"
"Cum for me, nigger," she whispered. "Cum for your mistress."
Fuck! I don't think I'd have been able to hold it for another second! I tried to keep from screaming when I finally let go and came. I'd never cum so hard before then, and I'd cum pretty hard with Laura before.
"That's right, nigger," she cooed. "Cum for me. That's a good girl. Good girl."
She kept stroking me and smiling at me and talking to me that way until I started to calm down. My pussy was still contracting involuntarily when she took her hand away and got up on her knees. She swung one leg over me and squatted over my face.
"Now eat me, nigger," she commanded. "You've got me all worked up with your animal lust. Get to work."
I started to speak, but she lowered herself on my mouth before I could even say "yes, ma'am". She wasn't lying about being worked up, either. Her pussy was sopping wet and it tasted heavenly. I licked and sucked and shoved my tongue into her. She came in less than a minute, masturbating herself on my face. Her pussy gushed all over my face and I knew I'd done a good job for her.
"Mmmm," she moaned. "Good nigger... Good girl..."
She relaxed for a moment before dismounting and laying down next to me. She didn't say anything for several minutes and then I heard her even breathing. My mistress had her cum and now she was asleep. It was as it should be.
After that night, my naked nocturnal trips became more frequent. Often, I'd encounter Daddy on them. He always seemed to enjoy seeing my nude teenaged body I loved showing it off to him. I was a little disappointed that he never did anything more than look at me, though. I'd have gladly done anything he wanted and let him do as he pleased with me.
I even took to finding reasons to bend over so he could check out my ass or sit with my legs open to give him a good view of my coochie. I could tell he liked it, even though he never remarked on it.
It got to the point when I'd pretty much just take my clothes off when I came home from school and remain naked until it was time to get dressed in the morning. He did warn me when he was expecting company, so I'd know to either put something on if I came up or to simply stay downstairs until they were gone.
* * *
"So I was pretty much in constant state of sexual arousal," said Jennifer. "Daddy and Laura loved it! I was like their pet nigger girl. Daddy enjoyed the view of my charms in the evening and Laura would enjoy using my body later at night. It was wonderful."
"Wasn't it embarrassin' to be naked all the time?" asked Danessa. "With them lookin' at you like that?"
"Not really," answered Jennifer. "I loved the way it felt to know they were enjoying me and I was pleasing them. Daddy never had me do anything, really. It was all me. Of course Laura was a different story, but I loved serving her and making her feel good and doing whatever she wanted."
"I can't believe dat white man ain't stick his dick in yo' teenage pussy, girl!" said Rolonda, shaking her head. "Dat's gotta be hard, a hot nigga girl like you!"
"Well, he was waiting for the right moment," Jennifer explained. "He is a patient man."
* * *
After I learned that Laura was going away to college, I decided that I wanted to stay with her. Since I was two years behind her I overloaded my course schedule at school so I could graduate a year early and minimize the time we'd be apart.
Daddy assured me that he'd send me to Smithmore, too, and I could stay with Laura there. In fact, Laura had insisted that she'd be taking a year off after high school so that she wouldn't have to go without me.
Things went on as usual my last year of high school. I studied hard and kept my grades up so I could graduate early, but I also continued to serve Daddy as something pleasant to look at and service Laura as her nigger girl.
The day before we were to leave for Smithmore, Laura was off saying good bye to her friends and I was hanging around the apartment with Daddy.
As usual, I was naked when I walked up to his chair where he was reading a script for a film he was considering. I knelt at his feet and waited for him to take notice of my presence and speak to me.
"What is it, Jenny?" he asked. "You look like you've got something on your mind."
"Yes, sir, I do," I told him. "I'll be away soon, and I'll miss you. I want something to remember you by while I'm gone, and I want to give you something special. You've never asked me, so I'll tell you that I've never been with a boy. I'm still a virgin. I want you to be my first, Daddy. I hope I'm not speaking out of place by asking, but it would mean alot to me."
"You're a sweet girl, Jenny," he replied kindly. "There's nothing I'd rather do than being the first man to enjoy your beautiful body. The thing is, you're still too young to be with a grown man like me. You just turned seventeen, and that's still underage."
"But, you don't mind having me naked all the time!" I protested. "Why is that okay and taking my cherry not?"
"You're right, I don't mind seeing your charms displayed for me," he explained. "It's perfectly natural for a negro girl like you to be naked in your white daddy's presence. Now, many would argue that it's equally alright for him to have sex with her regardless of her age. However, that's a line I don't care to cross. I'm sure a good nigger like you will respect my feelings."
"Of course, sir," I said disappointedly. "But, I will be saving myself for you, Daddy. I hope that's not being disrespectful of your wishes."
"Not at all, girl," he smiled. "And when you're old enough... Ask me again."
"Yes, sir," I responded bashfully.
I was a little sad that I'd have to wait, but I was happy to know it would happen eventually. I'd be eighteen in a little less than a year and then my daddy would have my cherry.
College was a new experience for me, but being there with Miss Laura was wonderful. We'd go to classes and even participated in different activities, but I was still her nigger. I still called her ma'am and talked like an ignorant country nigger when we were alone. She played with me before bed every night and I licked her cat and made her cum before we went to sleep together.
We'd already been home from Smithmore a couple of weeks when my eighteenth birthday arrived. I asked Miss Laura if it would be alright if I didn't sleep in her bed that one night. She said yes, and I think she knew what I had planned.
Daddy was in his chair dressed in his robe reading the newspaper when I came to him and knelt at his feet.
"So, Jenny, how's my birthday girl?" he asked
"I's good, suh," I replied, trying my best to pique his interest. "I been waitin' fo' dis day fo' a long time. I still ain't been wit' no man, Daddy. I been savin' my cherry fo' you. I don't want no other man to be havin' it."
"You're such a good girl, Jenny," he said. "Since I took you into my home, you've been nothing short of wonderful. Always polite and respectful, a good sister to Laura, and a good daughter to me. You've grown into a beautiful young woman. And now, even though it's your birthday, you want to give me a gift! What a sweet girl!"
"Thank you, Daddy," I said bashfully. "I ain't know no family 'fore I come here to live wit' you an' Miz Laura. I's a lucky nigga, suh. An' dat's fo' sho'."
He stood up and smiled down at me on my knees.
"Let's go, girl," he told me. "The time has come."
Happily, I got to my feet and followed him through the house to his bedroom. He let his robe slip off and he lay on the bed. I had butterflies in my stomach as I climbed up in the bed and crawled between his legs.
I wasn't quite sure what to do even though I'd played out this scene in my mind so many times as I lay in my bed with my hand between my legs. I just knelt there waiting for him to take the lead.
"Come up here, girl," he instructed. "Put your knees on either side of my head and lower yourself so I can get my mouth on your pussy. I don't think I've ever tasted virgin coochie before, I bet it's sweet."
I couldn't believe that he would be pleasuring me! He was a white man and I was just a nigger, but he wanted to lick my cat! I got up how he said and kneeled over his face. I think my legs were trembling as I lowered myself down until I could feel his breath on my pussy. When I felt his tongue on me, it was like electricity going through my body.
Miss Laura had never actually used her mouth on me, only her hands and now and then her feet. She was a white lady, and licking a nigger's pussy wasn't something she wanted to do which was perfectly fine. Everything was for her. If I got pleasure from anything we did, it was because she wanted me to get it. Even that was for her.
Very likely, this was for him more than me, too. Still, it felt incredible! His tongue was inside me and then up and down my pussy. He'd linger on my clit and flick at it. I think he was enjoying my reactions, especially the ones I just couldn't help. Like Laura, he was getting off on controlling me. And, so was I!
As I knelt there, I could see Daddy's cock getting hard. Tasting a teenaged nigger's pussy was having a positive effect on him! I wanted to return the pleasure he was giving me and slowly leaned forward, making sure my pussy was still where he could get his mouth on it.
"Kin I suck on yo' cock, Daddy?" I asked like a little colored girl who wanted a lollipop.
"You may," he said, his voice muffled.
Eagerly, I started licking at the tip of it. I could taste his pre-cum right away since there was already a big drop of it. I took the head in and sucked, just like a lollipop. I couldn't get much more than that in my mouth without gagging back then, but I did my best.
I felt him pat my ass and push it up. I raised myself off of him, never letting his cock slip out of my mouth. I kept slurping on it and licking on it. I loved the musky taste of my Daddy's dick.
"That's enough, girl," he said. "Go sit across my lap."
"Yes, Daddy!" I said happily.
The moment was almost here! I turned around and straddled him, my legs spread wide, and my knees on either side of his hips. I could feel his erection poking me.
"Grab my cock, nigger," he ordered. "Put the tip against your hole."
"Yes, suh," I said as I complied.
I got my hand around his dick and guided it to my pussy. I rubbed it up and down my slit to find the spot. I was soaked so I wasn't worried about it not going in.
"Is you gonna make me a woman now, Daddy?" I asked in my little girl voice. "Is you gonna take my cherry?"
I'd hoped he'd like that kind of talk, and by the way he was breathing, I could tell that he did. It's so taboo, but I think that just makes it hotter.
"That's right, girl," he assured me. "But you're gonna do the work. Lower yourself on my cock, Jenny. It's gonna hurt when your cherry pops, but keep going. You won't be a virgin anymore after that."
"Yes, suh," I told him. "I do like you say, Daddy. I don't care if it be hurtin'."
I sat down slowly, gradually impaling myself on Daddy's white cock. I could feel my virgin hole stretching out, but not painfully. I paused a little when it reached my maidenhead. This was going to be it. After this, I'd be a woman and Daddy would have my cherry.
I felt a sharp pain as my virginity was taken, but knowing that I'd given it to Daddy made me feel good. I kept on going until he was all the way inside me. I looked at him and grinned. After all, I'd wanted this for years.
"That's a good girl," he said to me. "Daddy's good girl. Now go up and down on me. That's the way."
I rose up a little and then went back down. The pain was still there, but this felt good! I did it again. And again. Daddy moaned.
"I's doin' it, Daddy!" I exclaimed. "I gotta do all da work 'cause I's a nigga, right Daddy? Ain't dat how come?"
Oh, he liked hearing that! I could feel his dick twitching inside me. I started going up and down faster and with longer strokes.
"Is I doin' it right, Daddy?" I asked. "Is I a good nigga?"
"Yes, Jenny," he groaned. "You sure are. Good girl. Good nigger... Oh, fuck!"
I felt a blast of warm liquid shooting into my pussy and I knew my Daddy had cum inside me. It was nothing like I'd imagined it, but I guess nothing prepares you for the feeling. In my fantasies, that's the point where I'd cum, but not this time. It felt good, but I didn't cum. And, it didn't matter. Daddy got his.
I stayed like that even after I felt his cock go soft inside me. I was a woman now, and I wanted to savor the moment. He had me get down and lay next to him. I slept in Daddy's arms that night.
In the morning, I woke up first. Daddy's cock was hard and poking me. I hoped that he'd want to use me again before he got up. I wasn't disappointed.
This time, no words were spoken. He rolled me onto my back and got between my legs and mounted me. My pussy was already wet and his dick went in easily. I barely felt any pain this time and soon he was thrusting into me, hard and fast. I could feel my orgasm building up and knew I'd soon be past the point of no return.
"Kin I cum, Daddy?" I whispered to him. "Please, Daddy?"
"Yeah," he replied huskily. "Cum for me, girl..."
So, I did. I can't describe how it felt to cum with my daddy's fat white dick stuffed into my nigger pussy. And a few seconds after I started, I felt him shoot off inside me. It was incredible.
Afterwards, we showered together and later we had breakfast along with Laura. She didn't say anything, but she knew. I could tell she was happy for me.
* * *
"Well, that was the beginning of it all," said Jennifer. "Laura and I returned to Smithmore, coming home for holidays and the summer. She understood about how I wanted to spend lots of time with Daddy when we were home and that I'd want to sleep with him every night."
"We went on to graduate, I even had honors," she continued. "Daddy had me get my MBA and made me manager of the production company. He was very proud of me and that made me very happy. Of course at home, I'm still a dumb nigger for him because that makes Daddy's dick hard!"
"Wow," said Rolonda. "Now dat's fuckin' somethin' else! I wish I be livin' yo' life, Jenny. You da luckiest nigga dere is!"
"You're right about that, Londa," replied Jennifer. "I wouldn't trade it with anyone for anything."
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