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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
In the year since she'd first witnessed her mother's submissive tendencies, Julia Robinson had spent alot of time conjuring up her own fantasies along those lines. She wished that she could experience them in real life the way Brenda did.
However, at sixteen, the black girl didn't have many opportunities. The boys at her school were all just kids, and the idea of submitting to some immature high school kid had no appeal for her. Besides, although the student body was ethnically mixed, the black and white students tended to self segregate so she had little interaction outside of her group. Julia's desire to be taken by a white man was doubly frustrated.
Of course that didn't slow down her fantasy life. Julia was inspired by her mother's recent experiences that started when the manager of the apartment project they lived in offered to arrange it so that she wouldn't have to pay any rent. All Howard wanted from Brenda in exchange for "making things easier" for her was the occasional sexual favor.
Secretly watching her mother passively allowing the building manager to have his way with her fired the teenager's imagination. Julia began to fantasize about being the object of desire. She masturbated while picturing herself being taken and used by white men consumed with "jungle fever" and lust for her brown skinned body.
Summer vacation was a welcome relief for the girl. She had time to read and lose herself in the books she loved. Julia also liked having the apartment to herself while Brenda was at work. Frequently, she'd take a break from reading to satisfy her raging hormones and bring herself to a self-induced orgasm while imagining herself being ravaged by horny white men forcing themselves on her.
Today, unfortunately, she'd finished the last book she hadn't read yet. Julia considered going to the library, but didn't relish the idea of trudging down to the bus stop in the heat and riding all the way to the nearest branch. She remembered a cardboard box of books in her mother's closet and decided to have a look there.
Brenda enjoyed reading the occasional romance novel and had built up a small collection of them. Julia had looked through a few of them before, but found it difficult to identify with the white ladies with heaving bosoms trying to reform the various rogues, rakes, and scoundrels that came into their lives only to end up with broken hearts and ripped bodices.
However, Julia had also found occasional "good parts" in them where some lord had forced his attentions on a lady in detail bordering on the pornographic. She had to flip past a lot of boring stuff to get to them, but it was sometimes worth it.
Julia dug through the box to see if anything looked good. Usually, the racier the cover art, the more likely there'd be good parts inside. She'd dug all the way to the bottom before she struck pay dirt.
"Savannah" was the unremarkable title on the book. But, it was the picture on the cover that caught Julia's eye. It was a montage of drawings. In the foreground were two black women dressed in rags, one younger than the other, possibly mother and daughter. One of the background pictures was of a white pillared mansion with willow trees growing in front of it. The other was a silver haired white man wearing a white suit and hat and a black string tie.
Looking closer, Julia saw that the black women were in chains. They had metal collars around their necks and manacles on their wrists. They looked like slaves. Turning the book over she read the blurb.
"Forbidden lust in the Ante Bellum South! Nellie and her mother's master dies and his widow puts the both of them on the auction block! Will their new master be as kind as the old one? Will he be able to resist indulging in pleasures of the flesh with his newly purchased chattel? Discover the passion burning below the surface in Savannah!"
Julia's clit jumped as she read and reread the brief paragraph. She turned back to the cover and looked at the two negro slaves in their chains and rags. She imagined herself in such that situation. Helpless to resist the white man's forbidden lust.
Setting "Savannah" to one side, Julia slid the box of books back into her mother's closet. She returned to her own room lay on the bed. Her heart beating fast, she opened the book and started reading.
She didn't have to wait long to get to the good parts, either. This book was far more explicit than any of Brenda's romance novels. But, it was the racial angle that really heated her up. Julia drank up the words as fast as she could turn the pages.
As historical fact, Julia knew that slavery was a stain on American history. Human beings sold as property was simply evil. However, as fantasy, the description of a line of chained negro women clad in rags being led to market had the teenager's pussy tingling. How would it feel to be so utterly controlled? What would it be like to have no choice but to allow white men to do whatever perverted thing they wanted to her?
And then there was the language! The way the white men in the story casually referred to these negro women as niggers was a little shocking to Julia.
Here in the nineteen eighties, though, it was strictly taboo for a white person to call a black person a nigger. It was an epitaph that was only used by racists. Of course, some black folks felt that it was perfectly fine for them to use the word the way her aunt Darla did so frequently.
But, somehow, in this story set in this time it was just the way people talked. And, for reasons Julia didn't understand, it gave her a funny feeling between her legs. It was as if the entire concept she had of being a sexual animal who had the power to inspire jungle fever in white men was summed up in this one forbidden word.
At the end of the first chapter, the protagonist and her mother must stand by while a white man essentially rapes one of the other slaves they're chained to. Julia couldn't read any more without getting some relief.
Closing her eyes, she started rubbing her pussy. It was soaked. The white man stood in front of her and leered at her body. The rags didn't cover much. But, they covered too much as far as he was concerned and in one motion he ripped them off of her. Her chains left her helpless to resist.
In a flash she was on her back in the dirt with the white man between her legs. Julia imagined him roughly entering her and pounding into her tender young pussy. She rubbed herself even faster. His lust wouldn't be extinguished until he'd shot his seed deep into her womb. As she came, so did he.
"Oh!" cried Julia. "Ah!"
Gradually, Julia calmed down and caught her breath. Her face flushed hot when she realized that the neighbors might have heard her being so loud. She was sure it sounded like she had someone in the apartment with her.
Her lust satisfied for the moment, she thought about the fantasy that had made her cum so hard and was ashamed of herself. How could she get such pleasure imagining a situation that was so cruel? She thought of the poor negro slave woman in the story. Raped by a stranger on her way to be sold! It was horrible.
But, even when she tried to put it in perspective, the image got Julia stirred up again. She knew it was wrong, but the effect it had on her was powerful. Maybe she should just put the book back in the box in her mother's closet and forget about it. It wasn't reasonable for her to be so turned on by it. Especially the effect that word had on her. It was shameful to be aroused by that kind of talk.
Julia picked up the paper back book and returned to Brenda's room. She slipped it back into the box and closed the door. That done, she went to the kitchen to make herself some lunch.
* * *
After she finished eating, Julia turned on the television and flipped around the dial. There was nothing interesting on in the middle of the day. Not to mention that her mind kept going back to the book in her mother's closet.
It was just a story, after all, Julia told herself. These weren't real people. Just fictional characters in a story somebody made up. One more chapter wouldn't completely warp her.
Soon she was back in her room with "Savannah" opened to chapter two. She found herself skipping over the descriptions of their journey to market but slowed down when they arrived.
Nellie, the teenaged protagonist, and her mother, Tollie, were stripped and inspected. White men ogled their naked bodies, poking and prodding their most intimate parts.
Julia imagined that was her and her mother in that position. One of the white men looked like Mister Greene, the building manager. He was groping Brenda while another white man was doing the same to her. Their eyes gleamed and their trousers bulged.
Shaking off the daydream, Julia continued. Nellie and Tollie's bodies were oiled and they were marched up to the auction block. A sea of white faces looked up at them on display. All at once she was humiliated and excited.
Julia's hand was back between her legs as she read about the bids for them going higher and higher.
Finally the gavel came down and she and Brenda... rather Nellie and Tollie, were sold. A silver haired white man had purchased them and they were now his property to do with as he pleased. Julia had no doubt just what it would please him to do. He would enjoy the charms of both mother and daughter, over and over again.
The book slipped onto the floor as Julia worked her pussy faster and faster.
All those eyes on her naked body, completely exposed to them. And they liked what the saw, that was certain. The bids for her just kept going up and up. The white man who bought her couldn't wait any longer. He threw her down in the dirt and was on top of her. She was helpless to resist. Besides, he owned her now and was free to use her body for his pleasure. She struggled a little, but it was no use.
"No!" vocalized Julia. "No... Oh, yes..."
Her chest heaving, Julia gasped for breath. She opened her eyes and looked around. Her room was just the same as it had been. The two negro slaves looked up at her from the cover of "Savannah" on the floor. How had Brenda felt when she read this book, she wondered. Did it have the same effect on her?
The room smelled like pussy. Julia realized she'd spent a couple hours reading and masturbating and was embarrassed. What would any normal person think of her? This couldn't be normal, she thought. Not even for a horny hormonal sixteen year old. No, this was beyond that.
Julia opened the curtains and window to let the room air out. She returned the book to the box in Brenda's closet before going to take a shower.
When she finished washing up she stepped out of the tub and looked in the mirror. Julia was dripping wet and her skin glistened with beads of water on it. In her mind, she imagined being oiled up, all shiny to look her best and fetch a high price. What white man could resist paying top dollar for nubile teenaged slave girl? She shook off the fantasy and dried herself off.
It was hot out, so Julia chose a red tank top to wear with her denim blue Capris. She didn't feel like putting a bra on. Going without one made her feel sexy and she was definitely in the mood for that. She figured she'd go to the convenience store on the corner to get an ice cream sandwich or something. Then she could check the mail on her way back. Brenda would be home from work in a couple hours.
Julia rode down the elevator and walked out through the lobby past the mailboxes. The sun was bright outside. She walked across the courtyard between the apartment buildings towards the street. The convenience store was right on the corner.
The air conditioning felt good when Julia stepped into the store out of the heat. She saw an older white man standing at the magazine rack with a racing form in his hand. He had silver hair and a Van Dyke beard. If it weren't for the gray slacks, pin-striped sport shirt, and wire rimmed glasses he was wearing, he'd look just like the picture of the plantation master on the cover of "Savannah".
The silver haired man looked up from his racing form and eyed the black teenager. He smiled when their eyes met. Julia smiled back, but quickly cast her eyes down bashfully. Remembering her aunt's words, though, she tried to put a little extra swing in her hips as she walked to the ice cream freezer in the back of the store.
Julia could see his reflection in the freezer's glass door as she approached it. He was clearly watching her ass and not his racing form. She felt her face flush hot and her pussy tingle. When the black teen opened the freezer door, she felt the cold air rush out and her nipples hardened.
Taking an ice cream sandwich from the freezer, she turned and started back to the counter to pay for it. Her embarrassment grew when she saw him still watching her, her hard nipples showing as little bumps in her tank top. She started to regret having not worn a bra for this errand.
She glanced at the man with the racing form as she got closer to him and saw his eyes quickly go up from her breasts to meet her gaze. Again, she felt herself blush. She was still embarrassed, but at the same time she was loving the fact that this older white man was enjoying her body. She smiled sweetly for him as she passed the magazine rack.
Julia also could see that the Asian man at the counter noticed her nipples, too. He didn't feel compelled to look away when she saw him staring at her chest and didn't look up at her face until she put the ice cream sandwich on the counter.
"One dollar, please," said the clerk.
Then she got an empty feeling in her stomach. She'd left her money back in the apartment. Her sexy aura melted away as she realized her predicament. She checked her pockets, but could only come up with a couple of dimes. Even worse, the silver haired man got behind her, apparently ready to purchase the racing form.
"I..., uh..., only got twen'y cents...," she said to the clerk. "I guess I forgot my money..."
The clerk looked at her impatiently and started to speak.
"I'll get it," said the silver haired man behind her. "And this."
He showed the racing form to the clerk. Julia looked back over her shoulder at her benefactor.
"One dollar and seventy five cents then," said the clerk, looking at the man.
The silver haired man handed over two dollars and waited while the clerk gave him back a quarter. Julia picked up the ice cream sandwich.
"Thank you..., sir," she said to him. "I'll pay you back if I see you here again."
Julia almost never called anyone sir, but she remembered that it had visibly pleased the building manager when her mother called him sir and the silver haired gentleman seemed like the type who'd appreciate it. Saying it made her pussy tingle.
"It's okay, girl," he replied, smiling at her. "It's my treat."
Girl? Her pussy tingled again. Brenda and Darla called each other girl all the time, but coming from this white man it was different. It was more like the way the white folks in "Savannah" spoke to the slaves. She was a little embarrassed by her reaction and was glad he couldn't know the effect it was having on her.
"Thank you, sir," she said, blushing. "I appreciate it."
"No problem," he told her, heading for the door.
Julia walk out of the store and watched the silver haired man heading towards the apartment complex. She didn't want to seem to be following him, so she decided to eat her ice cream in front of the store. Besides, it was so hot out that it would probably melt before she even got to the lobby.
Somewhat refreshed by the ice cream, but still heated up from the encounter with the plantation master look alike, Julia headed back to her apartment. She figured she had time for one more chapter and one more cum before Brenda would return home from work.
Walking into the lobby, Julia started for the mailboxes. She was shocked to find the silver haired man standing there with a handful of mail in front of an open mailbox. He heard her approaching and looked up from his mail at her.
"Well, if it isn't the ice cream girl," he smiled. "Following me, eh?"
"I ain't followin' you!" blushed Julia. "I live here. I never seen you around here before."
"That's because I just moved in last week," he replied. "I... was retired recently... This was one of the least expensive places I could find that didn't require a lease. It seems pretty nice."
Julia glanced down at the mailbox he had open. The name on the box said "5A - R. Stanley". She didn't remember seeing that name before.
"It's okay, I guess," Julia replied.
Placing her key in the mailbox marked "4C - Robinson", Julia opened it up. When she took it out it was nothing but junk mail. Mister Stanley locked his mailbox and walked to the elevator. When he pushed the button, the doors opened. The black teenager closed her mailbox and hurried towards the elevator.
"Slow down, girl," laughed the silver haired man. "I'll wait."
"Thank you, Mister Stanley," said Julia, remembering the name from the mailbox.
"You're welcome, Miss Robinson," replied Mister Stanley. "It is Miss, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir," she blushed again. "Julia Robinson."
Mister Stanley let the elevator door close once Julia got on. He hit the buttons for the fourth and fifth floors.
"Julia," he repeated. "That's a pretty name. Do you live here alone?"
"No, I live with my mother," said Julia.
"I see," said Mister Stanley. "Are you a student?"
"Yeah," she confirmed.
"What year?" he asked.
"I'll be a junior in the fall," she told him.
"A junior," he repeated. "So you must have a major picked out by now. What is it?"
"A major?" asked Julia, puzzled.
"Maybe things are different in college these days," said Mister Stanley. "When I was in college, you had to pick a major by junior year."
So, he thought she was in college! Julia couldn't help but feel flattered that this white man saw her as a grown woman, not as some high school kid. She considered leaving his illusion uncorrected, but she didn't want to lie to him.
"I'm only in high school, sir," she replied bashfully.
"Seriously?" he said, surprised.
"I go to East Side High," Julia told him.
Mister Stanley looked the black girl up and down again, his eyes lingering on her braless breasts before looking her in the face. Julia felt her face growing warm and her pussy tingling.
"Damn," he said. "I guess colored girls mature early..."
He took another glance at her chest before snapping out of his reverie. Colored girls! Julia knew she should take offense, but instead it felt like he'd reached out and stroked her pussy when he called her colored. It was like the plantation master would talk and she couldn't help but feel a thrill from it.
"I'm sorry, Julia!" he said apologetically. "I shouldn't have said that... You'll have to forgive me... I meant African American girls... I mean... I shouldn't have said anything!"
"It's okay," Julia assured him. "I don't mind at all."
Julia blushed again after speaking. The elevator bell rang, announcing their arrival at the fourth floor. The doors slid open.
"This is my floor," said Julia, stepping out of the elevator. She turned around to face him. "Thanks again for the ice cream, Mister Stanley."
"It was my pleasure, girl," replied Mister Stanley. "I like helping pretty colored girls."
Mister Stanley winked at her as the doors slid closed. Julia's pussy was twitching now. She stepped quickly to the front door of the apartment and let herself in.
The colored girl went straight to her bedroom and pulled off her Capris and panties all at once. The aroma of her arousal filled nostrils. Laying on her bed, Julia's hand went straight to her pussy. She was soaked.
"Savannah" was forgotten for the moment. All Julia could think about was Mister Stanley. In her fantasy, he'd told her to come up to his apartment.
"Take off your pants, girl," he'd ordered her as soon as they were inside. "I want some of that colored pussy."
She could tell by the look on his face that he had the jungle fever bad. She knew that there was no stopping him from getting what he wanted. And, what he wanted was her.
"Yes, sir," she'd told him and quickly obeyed.
Julia was rubbing herself and humping at the same time. Her bed creaked and she felt her orgasm coming on fast. She closed her eyes and fast forwarded through the fantasy.
"Open those legs, girl," he was telling her. "You have to do it, girl. You going to do it because colored girls do what white men tell them to. I'm going to fuck you, girl, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"
"Yes, sir...," she whimpered. "I gotta do what you say, sir... You kin do what you want wit' me, sir... Oh... Oh! Ahhh!"
Julia cried out as she came, long and hard. When it subsided, she was still laying on her bed panting, chest heaving, with a wet spot between her spread legs. She wondered if Mister Stanley was thinking about her, too.
* * *
During the next few days Julia read more of "Savannah". The teenaged main character, Nellie, had become a favorite of Mister Baxter, the plantation owner who'd bought her and her mother at auction. Much of the next few chapters described how she was trained to be a proper bedroom slave.
Julia had to take frequent breaks from the steamy story to relieve the sexual tension. She always cast Mister Stanley in the role of the plantation owner in her masturbation fantasies. To her disappointment, however, she had yet to run into him again in real life since the day she met him in convenience store.
When laundry day rolled around, Julia debated taking "Savannah" with her down to the room in the basement where there were coin operated washers and dryers for the tenant's use. Ultimately, she left it behind, not wanting to be caught reading a book with chained slaves on the cover.
Taking a basket of dirty clothes and a jug of laundry detergent, Julia got into the elevator and rode down to the basement. Her heart leapt when she entered the laundry room. Mister Stanley was standing in front of a vending machine full of little boxes of detergent, rattling the handles on it.
The black teenager hadn't expected to see him down here. If she had, she would have worn something sexier than baggy shorts and a tee shirt. Julia quickly stepped back onto the elevator and waited for the doors to close.
For a moment she thought about returning to her apartment to find something a little more revealing. She'd enjoyed Mister Stanley's eyes roving over her body during their first meeting even though she'd been a little embarrassed by having her nipples poking through her tank top.
No, she thought, he might not be here when she got back. She decided that the best she could do was take off her bra. That would give him a little something to look at.
After taking her bra off, Julia dropped it in the laundry basket. She pushed the button and the doors opened. She strode into the laundry room, feeling her breasts jiggle with each step. She hoped he'd notice.
"That machine is broke, Mister Stanley," said Julia. "It ain't never worked long as I been livin' here."
"Looks like I'm out sixty five cents then," he said, turning to face the teenager. "Nice to see you, Julia."
Julia was happy that Mister Stanley remembered her name. She hoped that he'd check her out. Last time it had given her a thrill she hadn't experienced before and she wanted to feel it again.
Mister Stanley didn't disappoint her. Julia watched the white man's eyes dart down at her chest. She knew that it had to be obvious that her breasts were bare under her tee shirt. At least, she hoped it was.
The look on his face made her wonder just how much was obvious. Could he see the effect he had on her? She reassured herself that there was no way he could know that she'd been thinking of him every time she'd masturbated since she first saw him. Nevertheless, Julia felt herself getting bashful around him.
"It's good to see you, too, sir," she blushed.
"I don't think I've ever met such a polite, respectful girl," he praised her. "It's refreshing, to say the least."
Julia looked at the floor, embarrassed. If only he knew that she wasn't normally so excessively polite and respectful. Instead, he'd brought it out in her. In her fantasies, he'd been her owner, and she his devoted slave. Every time she called him "sir" made her pussy tingle.
"Thank you, sir," she replied softly. "Uh... if you want, you kin have some of my laundry soap. I got plenty."
"Hey, that'd be great, Julia," smiled Mister Stanley. "I'd appreciate that."
Picking up the jug of detergent, Julia filled the cap and poured it into Mister Stanley's machine. Then, she emptied her basket into the washer next to his.
"I'll put the quarters in," she offered, holding out her hand. "It's easy to git 'em stuck in these old machines."
Mister Stanley fished a handful of quarters out of his pocket and placed them in Julia's outstretched hand. His fingers brushed against her palm, sending a shiver through her body.
"You cold?" he asked.
"No, sir," she blushed again.
While the white man watched, Julia fed the quarters into his washer and then her own. It occurred to her that she was serving Mister Stanley now. Even though it wasn't much, it was for real, not in fantasy. She could feel her pussy twitching at the thought of it.
Mister Stanley sat down in one of the hard plastic chairs that the management had provided. Julia sat in another one, leaving a couple of empty ones between them.
"I remember you said you just retired," said Julia. "What kind of work did you do?"
"I worked at Ames Aerospace," he told her. "I was an engineer there."
A rocket scientist! Julia was impressed.
"You worked on rockets?" she asked.
"Kind of," he answered. "I designed control systems software. Unfortunately, they switched over to another system and stopped development of mine. They gave me early retirement... Just a nice way of laying me off, really."
"That sucks," replied Julia. "Is that why you gotta live here?"
"Well..., yes, I suppose," said Mister Stanley. "My ex-wife got the house years ago. I'm used to living in apartments. This one is okay. I like the neighbors."
Julia pretty much kept to herself and was embarrassed to realize that in the two years she'd lived here, she didn't really know any of the neighbors.
"You know them?" she asked.
"No," he replied, smiling at her. "You're the only one I've met so far."
The teenager blushed and looked down bashfully when she realized he was talking about her being the neighbor he liked. Julia glanced back over towards Mister Stanley and saw him still smiling at her. She felt he pussy tingling again.
"So, what else are you doing during your summer break?" he asked. "I mean besides laundry."
"Nothin' much," she told him. "Just hangin' out. I read alot of books."
"Books?" repeated Mister Stanley. "That's great! Too many high school students just watch TV. It's good to meet one who likes books. What kind of things do you like to read?"
"Different stuff...," said Julia. "Fiction mainly."
"What are you reading right now?" he wanted to know.
How could she tell him she was reading a story about negro slave women being used by white men? Julia struggled to think of a way to answer him truthfully without revealing that she was reading a story that would be politely described as erotic fiction. A less polite description would be porn.
"Um..., it's kind of a historical novel...," Julia explained.
"You go in for some high class reading!" said Mister Stanley. "You must be quite a student."
"Well..., not really," she admitted. "Just average, I guess."
With a clunk, the washing machines stopped their spin cycle, interrupting the conversation. Julia rose and went to her machine. Mister Stanley started to get up, too.
"I'll move your stuff to a dryer if you want," she told him. "You don't gotta git up."
"That's very sweet of you, girl," he said.
Girl... Why did it feel so good to hear this silver haired white man call her girl. As she carried his clothes to a free dryer, she could feel the dampness between her legs. She started putting the wet clothes in the dryer, bending over in such a way as to show off her ass to him as best she could.
"Here's some quarters," said Mister Stanley. "You seem to have the touch with the equipment down here."
Again, he held out his hand and brushed hers when she took the quarters for the dryer. Again she blushed. However, she still made it a point to lean over further than necessary, hoping he'd get a peek down the open collar of her tee shirt.
"Thank you, sir," said Julia, her face burning.
It felt so right to the girl to be serving the white man. Julia saw Mister Stanley's eyes dart down momentarily. She loved knowing he was looking and likely getting some amount of pleasure at seeing what little tit flesh of hers he could see down her top. She lingered an extra few seconds before straightening up and walking back to the dryers with a little extra swing in her hips.
Julia emptied her washer and carried her laundry to the dryer next to his. Once again, she made sure to bend over and stick her ass out in an exaggerated way. She started feeling a little slutty doing it, but that didn't stop her. It just felt too good.
When she turned around after starting the dryer, she saw that his eyes had been right where she'd wanted them. Julia purposely dropped a quarter and bent down to pick it up, giving Mister Stanley another eyeful down her tee shirt. Her breasts jiggled as she stood back up, eliciting a smile on the white man's face.
"Oops," she muttered.
As she sat back down, her pulse was racing. She'd never done anything remotely like this before. The thing was, seeing this white man take pleasure in checking her body out made her feel good.
"A historical novel sounds interesting," he said after a few seconds of silence. "Tell me about it."
The teenager had half hoped he'd forgotten the discussion about the book. On the other hand, the idea of talking about something sexy with him would be kind of exciting, and after the display she'd just put on, she was very aroused.
"It's happens in the old South...," started Julia. "Right before the Civil War. It's about this girl and her mother. They're both slaves."
"Really?" Mister Stanley seemed surprised. "You like stories about slavery?"
"I never really thought about it," she answered. "It's my mother's book. I found it mixed in with her other books last week when I was lookin' for somethin' to read. It sounded interesting, so I started readin' it."
"Anyways, it's about this girl, Nellie, and her mother," Julia continued. "Their old master died and his wife sold all his stuff includin' them. The story starts when they git taken to the slave market."
"When they git there, they have to git inspected. After they git looked over by white folks who might wanna buy 'em, they git put up on the auction block to git sold. This one white man buys 'em both an' mother as house slaves.
"I never read anything like that," said Mister Stanley. "I find it very interesting that you'd like a story like that, seeing as how you're colored and all. Black, I mean."
"I guess it's easy for me to imagine myself in Nellie's place," replied Julia. "I think about stuff like that sometimes. You don't think I'm weird or anything 'cause of that do you?"
"No, no, not at all," said the silver haired man. "It just never occurred to me that a colored girl would enjoy reading about negro slaves being bought and sold. It's actually very intriguing. You're a very interesting girl."
"I hope that's good!" smiled Julia bashfully.
"Oh, it is, Julia," said Mister Stanley. "I'm really enjoying talking to you."
"Me, too, sir," Julia responded.
"You don't have to call me sir," he told her. "I hope you can just talk to me like a friend."
"You don't like it?" she asked. "I won't do it then."
"It's not that I don't like it...," he said. "I like it fine. As a matter of fact, I get a kick out of having a colored girl calling me sir... But, I don't want you to feel like you have to do it."
"So I can keep doing it?" asked Julia. "I... kinda like doing it."
"If that's the case, then my all means, keep doing it," Mister Stanley replied.
"Thank you, sir," said Julia softly.
Mister Stanley just smiled in response. Julia cast her eyes down, still blushing. She couldn't help taking a quick glance at the white man before looking down. She wasn't sure, but she thought she saw the hint of a bulge in the crotch of his trousers. It made her feel good to see she was having a positive effect on him.
Both dryers stopped at about the same time. Julia went over to Mister Stanley's machine and took his clothes out, putting them in the basket he'd brought them down in.
"You don't have to do that, Julia," he told her.
"It's okay," she said. "I don't mind doing laundry."
"Well, if you like doing it, I won't stop you," replied Mister Stanley. "I appreciate it."
Julia folded his shirts as she put them on top of his basket. She bent over to pick his clean laundry up, making sure to stick her ass out a little more than necessary, and put it on the folding table next to the dryer.
The black teenager repeated the exaggerated motion when she got her own clothes out and into her basket. Julia could feel the wetness between her legs as she moved. She hoped he was half as aroused as she was. When she turned around she saw his eyes were on a line with her ass before they quickly looked up to her face.
"Thanks for doing that for me," said Mister Stanley.
Julia blushed again. He'd noticed what she'd been doing, she thought. A moment later she realized that he probably was only talking about the laundry.
"You mean foldin' your shirts 'n stuff?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered. "You did a great job."
Mister Stanley rose and picked up the basket of folded laundry.
"Thanks," said Julia.
The silver haired man waited while the black teenager picked up her clean laundry and together they walked to the elevator. They waited in silence until the car arrived and the doors slid open. Julia went in first so she could press the buttons for the fourth and fifth floors. The doors slid shut before either of them said anything.
"I'm glad I ran into you down there," said Mister Stanley. "I'd still be banging on that stupid vending machine. I also enjoyed talking to you and getting to know you better. You're a fascinating young woman, Julia."
"I'm glad, too," said Julia.
The elevator doors slid open when they reached the fourth floor.
"Bye, sir," said Julia, stepping into the hallway.
"Bye, girl," Mister Stanley replied. "By the way, I was thanking you for more than just folding my shirts."
Julia turned around to face him.
"I appreciated everything you did for me," he smiled at her. "You're a special kind of girl."
Before Julia could speak, the doors slid shut again. He absolutely had noticed, she thought. She'd started to feel a little silly when she'd been thinking he hadn't noticed her attempts at being sexy for him. But now feelings of elation, embarrassment, and arousal all mixed together hit the black teenager all at once.
Back in her bedroom, Julia put the laundry basket down on the floor. She slipped off her shorts and lay down on the bed. She thought about Mister Stanley in the laundry room while she rubbed on her pussy.
"So you like showing your stuff off to white men, is that it?" he was saying.
"Yes, sir," was her reply.
"Then why stop at just giving me a peek down your shirt?" he said. "Take it off. Let me see what you've got for me."
"Yes, sir," she said.
Julia rubbed her pussy faster while she imagined herself taking her top off in front of the white man in the laundry room. His eyes grew wide at the sight of her bare black breasts. She could tell he was turned on. He had the jungle fever for sure.
"Take your shorts off too, girl," he demanded.
Her orgasm was getting close. She cut to the chase.
"Bend over, girl," he ordered. "Time for you to give up that colored pussy."
She imagined herself bent over one of the washing machines, her bare ass presented to the white man. Then, he was inside her. Pounding her. She started cumming almost instantly.
"Oh!" cried Julia. "Oh, sir! Fuck my colored pussy, sir! Fuck it hard! Oh!"
Julia lay in her bed with her eyes closed and her heart pounding. She wondered what she would have done if he'd really spoken to her that way. Would she have dared to take her clothes off in the laundry room? Would she have bent over a washing machine and let him fuck her?
Just then, she heard the front door open followed by the sound of jangling keys. She quickly glanced at the alarm clock. It was after four o'clock. Her mother must be home! Good thing Brenda hadn't come home two minutes earlier, thought Julia.
"Julia?" called Brenda. "Is there somebody in there wit' you?"
"No, mama," Julia called back, mortified at having been overheard.
She quickly picked up her shorts and pulled them on. Brenda came to the bedroom door just as Julia was sitting back down on the bed. She was embarrassed knowing that the room smelled like pussy so soon after she'd been masturbating.
"I thought I heard a voice when I got off the elevator," said Brenda. "Musta been the neighbors TV or somethin'..."
"I didn't hear nothin'," said Julia.
Brenda lingered in the doorway a few more seconds before turning and going to her own room. Whew, thought Julia. That was a close one.
* * *
When she was telling Mister Stanley about the story, Julia definitely got the impression that he found the idea of a colored slave girl serving a white man to be arousing. He had a little trouble wrapping his mind around the idea that a colored girl would like that arrangement, but she had no doubt that he'd enjoy being served by one.
Julia decided to make a slave girl costume that she could wear for Mister Stanley if she ever got the chance. She found an old cotton sun dress of hers out in the closet that looked like it might work. She had some old bandanas, too. Surely one of them would make a good head scarf that would go with the dress.
She hadn't had the dress on since she was fourteen and she had filled out considerably since then. When it was new, the sun dress had been lavender with little flowers on it. Now, it had faded to be kind of gray. It was even a little frayed in places. It would be perfect!
Figuring that a proper slave wouldn't be wearing anything underneath her dress, Julia stripped naked before trying to get it on. She pulled the sun dress over her head. She had to tug at it a little to keep the top part from bunching up over her breasts.
Julia remembered the dress being loose fitting, but it wasn't any more. The material actually flattened her breasts a little. It was also a little snug across her hips. The back didn't hang down as far as the front, either. Her hips had gotten wider and her ass bigger in the two summers since she'd last worn the dress.
However, she figured that Mister Stanley wouldn't mind if it fit a little tightly. It definitely showed off her form, and that's what she wanted. The only problem would be how to arrange it so he could see it. She didn't feel comfortable just wearing it around outside.
* * *
It was raining a few days after the laundry room encounter. Julia happened to be looking out the window of her bedroom into the courtyard below. She saw Mister Stanley walking towards the building carrying bags of groceries in both arms. She recognized this as a golden opportunity.
Quickly, the black teenager stripped naked and put on the worn sun dress that she wanted the silver haired man to see her in. She even tied a bandana over her hair the way she'd seen slaves portrayed in movies she'd seen on television. On her way to the front door, she stopped to put on her raincoat. That should keep her dry as well as keep her secret.
Julia hurried to the elevator and hit the button. The doors opened immediately. She was in luck. No way he'd have made it up here already from the lobby.
When the doors opened on the ground floor, Julia was surprised not to see Mister Stanley waiting to go up. Heading into the lobby, she found him by the mailboxes. A bag of frozen dinners was on its side on the floor with its contents scattered around.
Mister Stanley was picking up the spilled groceries when Julia walked up to him. She stooped down and started helping him. He looked up at her and smiled.
"Julia!" he greeted her. "I'm glad to see you. I tried to open my mailbox and dropped all this stuff."
"Hello, Mister Stanley," she replied. "I can get this if you want to get your mail."
"Thanks," he said.
Julia gathered up the rest of Mister Stanley's frozen dinners and put them in the bag while he checked his mail.
"Nothing," said Mister Stanley, shaking his head. "I guess I dropped all that crap for nothing. Oh, well. You look like you're going out. I should have worn a raincoat myself. I got caught in the downpour."
"I think I'll stay and help you carry your groceries," said Julia.
"I don't want to keep you from anything," he told her. "I'm sure I can manage."
"I wasn't going anywhere special," Julia replied. "I don't mind taking time to help you."
"Well, alright, then," smiled Mister Stanley. "I'm not going to turn down a hand from a pretty colored girl who wants to help me."
"Thank you, sir," she said, excitement stirring inside her.
Julia carried the bag she'd picked up to the elevator, walking beside Mister Stanley. The doors slid open when he pressed the up button and they stepped inside. She hit the button for the fifth floor only.
"I appreciate the help, girl," he told her as they rode up to his floor.
"You're welcome, sir," she replied happily. "I'm glad I saw you."
They stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall to apartment 5A. Mister Stanley unlocked the door and opened it. Julia followed him in.
Mister Stanley must have gotten the apartment furnished, thought Julia. His couch and chair looked just like the ones she'd seen in other apartments in the building. A couch, an easy chair, and a table with a TV on it was all there was in the living room. He didn't have any pictures on the wall or anything. Maybe he hadn't unpacked all his stuff yet.
Julia followed Mister Stanley into the kitchen where he set his bag down on the counter. When he opened the refrigerator door, she saw he didn't have anything in it except for a bottle of ketchup, a jar of mayonnaise, and a six pack of beer. He put a couple packages of cold cuts and cheese away from the bag he'd been carrying.
The freezer was empty except for a couple ice trays. Julia stacked the frozen dinners inside. Mister Stanley seemed to be a big fan of Salisbury steak.
"Thanks again for helping me out, Julia," he said. "I do appreciate it."
"I'm glad I could help you, sir," she said. "I guess you don't do much cooking."
"No," laughed Mister Stanley. "I used to eat out pretty much every meal. Now it's all sandwiches and TV dinners. I try to get out now and then."
"Maybe you'd like me to cook for you sometime," offered Julia. "I do alot of the cooking for my mother and me. Do you like fried chicken?"
"I love it!" he replied. "We should do that some time." Mister Stanley paused for a moment. "I've gotta sit down. Let's go in the other room."
Julia got nervous thinking about how to bring up the outfit she'd worn for him under her raincoat. She hoped she wasn't going too far. It was definitely a bit more than giving him peeks down her top or shaking her ass for him. She decided to just tell him plainly and take her chances that he'd be pleased.
Mister Stanley sat in the easy chair and started taking off his shoes. Julia stood in front of him.
"Remember the story I told you about?" she asked.
"How could I forget that!" he responded. "I kept thinking about it after I got back up here."
"You did?" said Julia. "What were you thinkin'?"
"I was thinking what a unique individual you are, Julia," said Mister Stanley. "A colored girl who liked stories about slaves and imagined herself as one. I never met anyone like that before."
"Well, I was thinkin' about it, too," she started. "I found an old dress of mine that reminded me of the kind of thing that Nellie would wear in the story. Would you like to see me in it?"
"Sure," he said. "You'll have to wear it some time. I'm sure you look good in it."
Julia unbuttoned her raincoat and laid it on the couch. She stood in front of Mister Stanley with her head bowed.
"Do you like it, sir?" she said bashfully.
"Whoa...," said Mister Stanley quietly. "Damn, Julia... You look incredible."
"You really like it then?" Julia asked, looking up at him.
"Oh, yeah," he replied.
Julia hadn't seen this expression on his face before. His mouth was half open and his eyes gleamed. Was this what jungle fever looked like? She also saw an unmistakable bulge in his trousers. Mister Stanley slowly looked her up and down. The colored girl blushed at the attention and felt her pussy buzzing.
"You... you're not wearing anything under that, are you?" asked the white man.
"No, sir," she replied. "Slave girls don't wear no underwear. Nellie's massa wanted to be able to git at her easy. You wouldn't want your slave girl wearin' underwear, would you?"
"I suppose not," he answered, his eyes still drinking in the form of the black teenager's womanly charms. "I'm not sure I should be enjoying looking at a teenaged girl's body so much, Julia."
"Why not?" she asked.
"Well..., people wouldn't understand...," he told her. "They'd just see a dirty old man corrupting a sweet innocent high school girl."
"You're not corruptin' me," she countered. "I'm here 'cause I wanna be here an' I'm wearin' this for you 'cause I wanna wear it for you. I know what you mean about how people wouldn't understand, but, I ain't gonna tell nobody."
Mister Stanley shifted in his chair. Julia could see that his erection was uncomfortable. It embarrassed her a little to see it, but at the same time she felt proud that she could get him excited. She wanted to experience serving him so bad, she just had to make him feel okay about it. She could tell he wanted it, too.
"I mean it, sir," said Julia seriously. "I promise I won't tell. I swear it."
His eyes still roaming over her barely concealed body, Mister Stanley pondered. Julia anxiously waited to see what would happen next.
"So, Nellie was a house slave?" asked Mister Stanley.
Julia felt relieved. Mister Stanley was going to trust her to be discrete. The colored girl tried to calm herself before answering.
"Kind of...," started Julia. "She was more of a bedroom slave... Her owner pretty much just used her for sex."
"I'm starting to get the idea what kind of book this is," smiled Mister Stanley.
"Well..., wouldn't you want to use your slave that way, sir?" asked Julia. "I mean, she'd be your property. You could do whatever you wanted with her an' she'd do anything you said. She'd just want to please you 'cause that's what she's for."
"I suppose I would," agreed Mister Stanley. "Having one's own bedroom slave would be great! I'm not so sure about how much the slave would like it, though."
"I think she'd like it," said Julia. "Her owner could have had any slave girl, but he chose her and paid a lot for her. He must want her bad. It feels good to be wanted that way."
"What does Nellie's owner do with her?" Mister Stanley asked.
Julia felt her face growing warmer and her pussy getting wetter. Here she was, wearing a thread bare sun dress she had to squeeze into, her body clearly outlined through the thin cotton material. Now, this older white man wanted her to tell him about the way the older white man in the story used his colored teenaged slave girl! She was excited and mortified at the same time. But, he asked, so she had tell him.
"He likes to look at her body, so she has to show him what he wants to see," she told him. "She has to sleep with him... you know... have sex with him... However he wants it, she's gotta do it."
"She likes that?" he asked.
"Maybe," Julia replied. "I would. Do you want see me, sir? I'll show you what I've got if you want."
Mister Stanley continued to let his eyes wander over the black teenager's body while he considered her words.
"Lift your dress up," he said finally. "I want to see you."
This was the moment of truth, thought Julia. This is what she wanted. This is what she fantasized about ever since she met Mister Stanley and now it was happening.
Julia reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress and slowly started to lift it up. She could feel the material against her thighs going higher and higher up. When she felt the cool room air against her moist pussy lips, she knew he could see her vagina.
Mister Stanley's eyes were fixed on the negro girl's crotch and she knew it. It was more embarrassing than Julia had expected it to be, revealing her nakedness this way to him, but she didn't stop or even slow down. She just kept lifting it up over her belly.
The dress was tight around her breasts so Julia had to gather it up in her hands before lifting it up over them. Her breasts jiggled as they were released from the garment. All her intimate parts were now displayed for Mister Stanley. She stood still with the dress bunched up under her chin and her head bowed. The colored girl felt completely exposed and vulnerable.
"Incredible...," said Mister Stanley, his eyes slowly making their way up and down Julia's naked body. "I mentally undressed you the other day in the laundry room while you were showing off so nicely... But, wow... You're beautiful, Julia. I can't take my eyes off you."
"Thank you, sir," said Julia. "I'm glad you like what you see." "Oh, yes...," he told her. "I most certainly like what I see, girl."
"Do you want me to stay like this, sir?" she asked sweetly. "Kin you see everything okay? I can show you my booty if you want..."
"I want," he replied.
Julia slowly turned around and faced away from the white man. She bent over slightly to give him a better view.
"Magnificent," Mister Stanley smiled.
The teenager hadn't expected this scene to be so powerfully arousing even though she'd masturbated while fantasizing about it so many times. Her pussy was on fire. She wanted to show him more. She wanted him to touch her. To take her.
"Turn back around, girl," he instructed her.
"Yes, sir," she said, straightening back up.
Julia turned until she was facing Mister Stanley again. She could see his face was flushed and the bulge in his pants was impossible not to notice.
"Do you want to touch me?" asked Julia. "Nellie's owner liked to touch her all over. Her breasts... Her vagina... You can touch me however you want, sir."
Mister Stanley stood up and stepped in front of the exposed negro girl. He gently ran his fingers along the side of her face. Then across her chest. Julia ached for him to touch her more sensitive parts.
She sighed when Mister Stanley finally touched her breast, moving his fingers over her tender flesh, brushing against her hard nipple. Julia looked up into his face, her mouth half open. She felt as if the sexual animal within her had been awakened.
Julia parted her legs further when she felt Mister Stanley's hand go between her thighs. She wanted to be sure that her pussy was completely accessible to the white man. No one had ever touched her sexually before. She'd be longing for it for a long time.
"Ohhh...," she gasped.
The white man smiled at the negro teen's reaction when he touched her pussy for the first time. He pressed his middle finger in her gash and poked the tip of it a little inside her. Her eyes widened along with her mouth.
"You like that don't you, girl?" he asked softly as he rubbed her clit.
"Yes, sir...," she whimpered.
"I can tell...," he replied. "You're soaked."
Julia started bucking her hips against Mister Stanley's hand as he cupped her pussy with it. Her eyes were locked with his. She felt her legs getting weak. She started softly moaning.
"Are you a virgin, Julia?" he wanted to know.
"Yes, sir...," she answered breathlessly. "I never been with a boy... or man..."
"Good," he told her.
"But you kin have me, sir," said Julia. "You kin have me right now."
"Another time," replied Mister Stanley. "I'm going to stop now, girl."
Mister Stanley started sliding his hand out from between Julia's legs. She tried to press her pussy into his hand as he withdrew it, but ended up just humping at the air for a couple thrusts.
"Please don't stop, sir...," she pleaded huskily.
"That's all for now, girl," he told her. "When an owner tells his slave that's all, then that's all. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir," she said, disappointed.
Julia thought about it for a second before continuing.
"Am I your slave now, sir?" she asked, her disappointment fading. "Is that what you just said?"
"Is that what you want?" he asked her back.
"Yes, sir," Julia assured him. "I do, sir."
"Well, then," said Mister Stanley. "Now, you may pull your dress back down and put your coat back on. I'm afraid I have to go out right now. I want you to go home and think about it some more. Come back tomorrow and tell me what you want again. Is that clear, Julia?"
"Yes, sir," she replied.
Mister Stanley watched as the negro girl pulled her sun dress down, covering her naked body. She picked up her raincoat and put it on. When she reached the door, she turned back to him.
"I'm gonna still want it tomorrow," she told him. "I been wantin' it since I met you."
"I'm happy to hear that, girl," he said, reaching out and touching her face again. "I look forward to hearing it again tomorrow. You'd be the perfect colored slave girl for me. Bye for now, Julia."
"Yes, sir," she said. "Bye, sir."
Julia walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. She couldn't believe what she'd just done. It was her fantasy come to life. Her pussy was soaked. She could smell it even with the raincoat covering her. She went to the stairs and went down a floor to her own apartment.
Her plan to make a bee line for her bedroom was foiled when Julia discovered Brenda was already home. It was almost five o'clock and her mother must have been home for at least half an hour.
"Where you been, girl?" asked Brenda. "You had me worried when I came home an' you ain't here."
"I'm sorry, Mama," said Julia. "I just went out for a little bit."
How was she going to get the raincoat off without her mother seeing what she was wearing? Julia knew she had to think fast.
"I was at a friend's...," she said quickly. "I didn't see how late it was... I gotta go to the bathroom, Mama..."
Brenda was about to say something when the phone rang. She looked at her daughter for a moment before turning to answer it. Julia hurried to the bathroom, still wearing the raincoat. When she got there, she took it off. Her pussy was still on fire and in desperate need of relief. She also knew she smelled like sex. She decided to take a shower. That would take care of everything.
She ran the water while she pulled off the old sun dress. Julia stepped into the shower, her heart still pounding. Had she really just been standing naked in front of Mister Stanley? Had he really just been touching her breasts and stroking her pussy? Had she really just offered her precious virginity to him? It all seemed unreal now, almost like a dream.
But, she remembered it all so vividly. Not like a dream at all. Her hand went between her legs. Her pussy was sopping wet. Five minutes ago the white man's hand had been here. She started rubbing it.
"You like that, don't you, girl?" he had asked, his hand on her most intimate parts.
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
"Are you a virgin?" he'd wanted to know.
"Yes, sir," she whispered again. "I been savin' it for you, sir. It's all yours now, sir. All for you."
"Good girl," he told her. "I'll take it right now."
"Ah!" cried Julia. "Oh!"
The colored girl's orgasm washed over her, her pussy spasming. Again, her legs felt weak. She leaned against the wall and just let the hot water from the shower splash down on her. After a minute or two, she turned off the water and got out of the shower. She dried off and wrapped the towel around her.
Gathering up her raincoat and the old sun dress, Julia returned to her room. She saw Brenda glance up at her from the couch as she hurried down the hallway. What must her mother be thinking?
* * *
Nothing further had been said about her late appearance and quick shower. She and Brenda watched television for a while after dinner until Julia excused herself to go to bed.
Once more, the black teenager masturbated before going to sleep. But this time, she wasn't imagining a fantasy. No, this time she was simply remembering what had really just happened. She drifted off imagining what would happen tomorrow.
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