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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 sun was barely up when Julia woke up. She lay in bed listening as Brenda got ready to go to work. She figured she'd just stay there until her mother was gone. She didn't want to explain where she was going at such an early hour.
When Brenda finally left the apartment, Julia got out of bed. She considered wearing the old sun dress again, but decided to go with the newer one that she could actually wear in the hallways. However, she figured there was no reason to wear any underwear with it and just pulled it on over her naked body.
The alarm clock said it was seven thirty and Julia was concerned that it might be a little early to go calling at Mister Stanley's apartment. Waiting around here wouldn't be easy. The teenager's excitement level was running high.
Julia hadn't needed the time he'd given her to decide if she really wanted to be his slave. She'd made up her mind before she'd left his apartment. When she'd seen the look on his face and the bulge in his pants after she'd pulled her dress up, she knew he was pleased with her. She'd never felt so special before. When he'd touched her intimate parts as she stood there, displaying her body for him, she felt a surge of pleasure through her entire body. All she wanted now was to experience those feelings again.
At eight o'clock, she couldn't wait any longer. With only her sun dress covering her, Julia left the apartment and headed for the stairs. She could feel her breasts bounce with each step and the material of the dress brush against her bare skin. She was very aware her thinly cloaked nakedness. Once again, she felt like a sexual animal and she loved it.
The hallway of the fifth floor was deserted when Julia emerged from the stairs. She went to the door of 5A and knocked. Almost a minute went by before she heard Mister Stanley's foot steps inside. He opened the door to let he in. He was wearing a white tee shirt and pajama bottoms.
"I hope I ain't too early," said Julia, stepping into the apartment.
"No, you're not too early," replied Mister Stanley, closing the door. "I just didn't get dressed yet.
Julia stole a quick glance downwards and was sure she saw the outline of Mister Stanley's dick through his pajama bottoms. She looked back up into his face and smiled.
"I couldn't wait to tell you...," Julia said. "I didn't change my mind. I still want it."
"Want what?" asked Mister Stanley, smiling. "Tell me what you want."
It was embarrassing to have to say it, but if that's what he wanted, she'd do it. Just thinking about the words had her pussy tingling, though. It seemed like the embarrassment and arousal went together to the teenager.
"I want to be your colored slave girl, sir," said Julia. "You kin do like you want with me an' I'll do like you say."
Mister Stanley's smile grew broader. Julia couldn't help but notice that the outline of the white man's cock was more pronounced than it was when she'd looked a minute ago. She blushed with the realization that she was making his dick hard.
"I'm pleased to hear that, girl," said Mister Stanley. "I've never had a real slave girl before. Only in my dreams. Tell me, what do you imagine I'll do with you? What would you want me to do with you?"
Julia flashed back to her many masturbation fantasies and tried to figure out a way to tell Mister Stanley what kinds of things she'd been thinking about. It was all too embarrassing to say out loud.
"I dunno...," said Julia. "Look at me... Touch on me... You know... Do it to me..."
Another glance down told the negro girl that the white man was enjoying hearing her answer. His cock was standing straight out, making a tent in his pajama bottoms. She loved knowing she was having such an effect on him.
"An' I'd do anything you wanted me to, sir," Julia continued, emboldened by his positive reaction. "I never done stuff with a man before, but I kin learn if you teach me... You know, like suckin' on you an' stuff like that."
"Well!" replied Mister Stanley, clearing his throat. "I like your attitude! I think you'll be an ideal slave for me, girl. Before we start with that, I'll want to do a more thorough inspection of what I'm getting. From what you say, I'm sure you won't mind."
"No, sir," replied Julia, bashfully casting her eyes down. "I don't mind. You kin inspect me any time you want."
With her eyes focused lower, Julia could see that Mister Stanley's cock was pointing upwards from under his pajama bottoms. Seeing his erection straining because of her gave the colored girl a warm feeling. A warm feeling that radiated out from between her legs.
"Good," he said. "You appear to be naked under that dress. Is that right?"
"Yes, sir," she told him, blushing.
"Excellent," he smiled. "Remove it."
"'kay," she responded.
Julia picked up the hem of her sun dress and pulled it up and over her head. She stood naked in front of Mister Stanley, her eyes down cast, with the garment in one hand.
"Just toss that on the chair," he told her. "It's time for your first lesson."
"'kay," replied Julia, her pussy twitching.
"Spread your legs more," he instructed her. "Keep them nice and wide apart."
The colored teenager's face burned with embarrassment as she complied with the white man's orders. She moved her feet as far apart as she could and still keep her balance. She had no doubt that he'd be touching her pussy with her standing this way.
"Good, girl," he praised her. "Very good. I want you to put your hands behind your head."
In spite of feeling very exposed and vulnerable, Julia raised her arms and put her hands behind her head. Her desire to please Mister Stanley and the positive reaction she was seeing in his pajama bottoms encouraged her keep it up.
"Marvelous!" smiled Mister Stanley. "You look fantastic this way, girl. Now, elbows back, chest out."
Julia loved the praise and wanted to do her best to earn more even though displaying herself in this fashion was quite objectifying. She forced her elbows back, which naturally thrust her chest out. She looked at Mister Stanley and the look on his face was one of unbridled lust. His arousal was contagious and the black teenager knew her pussy was soaked.
"Eyes down, girl," he said softly. "Slaves don't look their masters in the eyes when they're being inspected."
"Sorry, sir," she said.
"Nothing to be sorry about," he replied warmly. "This is your first lesson in how to display your body for your master. You're doing a wonderful job. You're also a very desirable slave. Just perfect, if you ask me."
"Thank you, sir," blushed Julia.
The negro girl was enjoying the white man's attention, but she was beginning to want more than just to be looked at. She longed to feel his hands on her, especially between her legs. Her pussy was aching to be touched and stroked.
"Turn around now," Mister Stanley instructed her. "Slowly."
Moving slowly, Julia turned around. She was careful to keep her feet apart and her hands behind her head as she turned. She wanted to perform perfectly for Mister Stanley.
"Stop," he ordered when she was facing away from him.
Julia moaned when she felt his hands on her back. Mister Stanley slowly moved the palms of his hands down over the colored girl's shoulder blades. Stepping closer to her, he let his hands slide around to her front, taking hold of her breasts and squeezing them gently.
She felt a jolt of excitement when the material of his pajama bottoms brushed against her ass. From the firmness of it, Julia was sure that it was Mister Stanley's erection. She wished he would just take them off and let his hard cock touch her or even penetrate her right now just like she'd been fantasizing about for weeks.
Mister Stanley brought his hands back around and squeezed the negro girl's naked ass. Julia's pussy twitched with him so close to touching it. She gasped softly when she felt a hand reaching between her legs from behind. He cupped her vagina in his hand and she couldn't stop herself from from rubbing herself against it.
The black teenager humped at the air for a moment after the silver haired man pulled his hand back between her legs.
"Face me, girl," Mister Stanley directed her.
Julia turned around, keeping her hands behind her head and her legs apart. When she faced Mister Stanley, she cast her eyes down as he'd instructed. She could clearly see the outline of the head of the white man's dick through the pajama bottoms he was wearing. She hoped he'd cast them off and jam his cock into her, stripping her of her virginity.
"That's the display position," he told her. "You will present yourself to me that way without being told every time you enter this apartment. You will the wait for further directions. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," replied the black teenager.
"Excellent," said the silver haired man. "You are a most beautiful and obedient slave girl. I'm afraid I have an appointment later this morning and have to start getting ready. However, I'll be back after lunch and I'll expect to see you here at two."
She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that Mister Stanley had to go just as she was getting warmed up. However, knowing she'd have the afternoon to spend with him made Julia feel better about it.
"I'll be here then, sir," Julia assured him.
"Good," Mister Stanley continued. "There's two things I want you to do. First, I want you to shave your pussy for me. I want to see your gash clearly."
Julia's face flushed warm. This would be very embarrassing, she thought. On the other hand, it was a way to demonstrate how much she wanted to serve him. Shaving her pussy might be a little humiliating, but it would be worth it to show him how much she wanted to please her master.
"Yes, sir," agreed Julia. "I'll do it."
"I'm looking forward to getting a nice close look at it," smiled Mister Stanley. "The other thing I want you to do is to bring me this book you've been telling me about. Sounds like I could pick up a pointer or two."
Now Julia's face grew even hotter. If he reads that book and sees just what kind of nasty stuff got her off, he'll realize what kind of girl she was! But, that might work to her advantage after all, she realized. Once he knows what she likes, he'll be more comfortable taking control of her and making her do some of it. Her mind was already imagining the possibilities.
"I'll bring it," said Julia.
Mister Stanley stepped up to Julia's side and put his hand between her legs again. The negro girl whimpered as she felt his fingers on her pussy.
"Go ahead and hump it, girl," he told her. "I know you want to."
Even though it was embarrassing, Julia went ahead and started rubbing her pussy on Mister Stanley's hand. He was right, she did want to hump it. Standing naked in this man's apartment while he was dressed underscored the fact that he was in complete control, which was just the way she wanted it. She wanted him to want her and make her do whatever nasty things he liked. The nastier the better, she thought.
Julia felt Mister Stanley's finger working its way between her pussy lips and she started humping even faster. His other hand was rubbing her bare ass, squeezing her cheeks. If she'd wanted to feel like a sexual animal, she knew she'd achieved her goal. What kind of girl would enjoy this kind of degrading treatment?
"That's it," said Mister Stanley softly. "Keep it up. Hump your master's hand like a good little colored girl. That's the way..."
Now he was talking to her using the same tone as he did in her fantasies! She'd never gotten off standing up before, but Julia could feel a climax building. Having an orgasm this way in front of the white man would be very embarrassing. But, she knew it would feel good and Mister Stanley obviously wanted her to cum.
"Ohhh...," whimpered Julia as she humped faster. "Ohhh..."
"Good girl," Mister Stanley praised her. "That's the way..."
Julia felt the familiar wave of pleasure wash over her as she came. It wasn't as strong as most of the orgasms she had masturbating alone, but it felt good. She wasn't used to cumming while standing and her legs felt weak. Mister Stanley put his arms around her.
"Thank you, sir...," said Julia in a small voice.
"You're welcome, girl," smiled Mister Stanley. "Any time."
The smell of pussy hung in the air and the colored girl blushed as she caught her scent. She turned her head and looked up into the white man's face for a moment. Mister Stanley returned her gaze briefly before he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her.
The black teenager had never imagined that she'd receive her first kiss from a man forty years her senior. Yet, that's how it had turned out. Julia knew that most girls got theirs during an awkward good bye following a date, not standing naked in a white man's apartment after just cumming from masturbating on his hand. It was nasty and sweet all at the same time.
"You're such a sweet girl," Mister Stanley told her as he relaxed his embrace. "I don't completely understand how you came to be here, but I'm glad you did..."
"Me, too, sir," said the naked colored girl.
"I wish I didn't have this damn appointment, but I've got to get ready," said Mister Stanley.
"'kay," replied Julia. "Kin I git dressed now?"
Julia saw Mister Stanley's dick twitch through his pajama bottoms when she asked for permission to dress. It made her feel submissive to ask and he clearly liked it.
"Yes," he told her. "Go ahead and put your dress back on."
Even though she could have just twisted to one side to reach her dress, Julia turned and bent over to pick it up. She knew Mister Stanley would appreciate the view of her black ass and she loved knowing that she was giving him pleasure. She lingered a few extra seconds before straightening up. She even turned back towards him, eyes downcast, giving him another look at her naked breasts before slipping the sun dress back on.
"Good, girl," he said, his eyes roaming over her body. "I'll be expecting you at two o'clock."
"Thank you, sir," she replied, basking in his gaze. "And, yes, sir. I'll be here then."
Turning towards the door, Julia grabbed the knob and started to let herself out. Suddenly, she felt the hem of her dress lifted up and cool room air on her bared ass.
"Magnificent," mused Mister Stanley. "Simply magnificent... All right... You better go or I'll be late."
Mister Stanley had surprised Julia when he exposed her naked backside. She was a little embarrassed, but she felt a tingle between her legs. Knowing that her body gave the white man pleasure made the negro girl happy as well as aroused. The fact that he felt free to just lift her dress that way and help himself to one last peek at her bare ass made her feel desired and controlled. It also made her pussy wetter than it had been already.
Julia waited until he dropped her dress back down before she opened the door. Letting herself out into the hallway, she looked around to see if anyone was there.
Although her naked body was covered, Julia's lack of undergarments would be obvious to even the casual observer. Quickly, she slipped through the door into the stairway and headed down the stairs. Her breasts jiggled with each step.
No one was in the hallway on the fourth floor either. Julia made it back into her apartment unseen. She closed the door and leaned against it, her heart pounding. The memory of Mister Stanley's hand between her legs was still vivid in her mind and her pussy was still tingling.
Once again, the unreality of the situation occurred to Julia. The first time in Mister Stanley's apartment had been like a dream. Sixteen year old girls didn't go into the homes of fifty something men and lift their dresses to reveal their naked bodies. What would her mother or aunt think if they knew? Or any of her classmates? Still, she'd done it.
This time, she'd gone even further. Offering her young self up to this older white man, Julia had obeyed instantly when he'd ordered her out of her clothes. She'd stood passively while his hands roamed over nude body. She'd been far more than passive when he started stroking her pussy. In fact, she'd humped it enthusiastically until she had a small orgasm! Right in front of him!
And, when Julia finally started to leave, Mister Stanley had picked up her dress for a last look at her naked ass and she'd just stood there, happy to be used as an object for his pleasure. Although she considered herself submissive and enjoyed passively allowing the white man to have his way with her, she knew she'd taken a very active role in setting the whole situation up. It was all quite shocking, but she didn't feel the least bit ashamed of it. It just felt too good to be wrong.
According to the clock on the wall it was only nine thirty now. Julia knew she'd have to wait more than four hours before returning to Mister Stanley's apartment. She decided to get to work shaving her pussy as she'd been directed.
She started by taking out the scissors and cutting her pussy hairs as short as she could while standing in the bathroom. Julia then took Brenda's shaving cream and razor got to work in earnest. When she was finished she looked in the mirror. Her pussy was as bald as a ten year old's. The colored girl blushed seeing how exposed she was. Seeing her pussy so bare made her feel even more naked.
With a few hours still to go, Julia returned to her room and picked up "Savannah". She wanted to read her favorite scene again before lending the book to Mister Stanley. She lay on her bed and opened it up.
In the story, the teenaged slave girl, Nellie, was being prepared for her first sexual encounter with her new owner. Ophelia, the big black woman who ran the household, bathed Nellie and shaved her pussy bare with a straight razor.
Julia couldn't help but see the parallels between Nellie and herself. Both she and the fictional character were prepared for an older white man's use in much the same way. Soon, like Nellie, she'd be climbing the stairs and presenting herself to her new master.
She was sure she knew how the young negro slave girl had felt: anxious, a little nervous, and a little aroused. Julia knew this because that's how she felt right now. Maybe more than a little aroused.
Julia turned the page and let her hand drift down between her legs. The feel of her hairless pussy was unfamiliar to her fingers. It was so smooth. It was also even more sensitive. She wondered why she'd never done it before now. It felt good to touch it.
Nellie had to display herself for her owner the same way Julia had for Mister Stanley. Had he read the story himself already? No, she decided. The pose was just so submissive and objectifying that it would be obvious to anyone who wanted to see a sweet young thing show off her charms for him.
As she thought about Nellie, Julia pictured herself. Naked, exposed, and vulnerable, she had to just stand there while some white man enjoyed her body as if it were a piece of art. It was humiliating, yet incredibly arousing. The black teenager kept working her pussy as she read further.
When the plantation owner ordered Nellie onto her back with her legs spread, Julia was masturbating furiously. The old white man just mounted her and penetrated her, stripping the young negro of her precious virginity.
"Thank you, Massa," whimpered Julia, imagining Mister Stanley plunging deep inside her. "Thank you for makin' me a woman..."
Julia put the book down and closed her eyes. Mister Stanley was on top of her, roughly taking his pleasure in her young deflowered body. In and out he went until he jammed his cock in all the way and shot his seed into her virgin pussy. That was all the colored girl could take.
"Ah!" cried Julia out loud. "Ah!"
Letting her hand drop to her side, Julia lay on the bed, her chest heaving. She hoped Mister Stanley would take her that way for real later that afternoon. She wanted it so bad.
The teenager imagined how it would feel. His weight on top of her, holding her down. Her pussy stretched as his cock pounded into her. The feel of his seed pumped into her womb.
Drained by her orgasm, Julia fell asleep.
* * *
Slowly, the black girl opened her eyes. Julia was laying on her bed. She could feel the cool room air on her naked body, especially on her freshly shaved pussy. The events of the morning came back to her as she awoke.
Suddenly she realized she'd been asleep. Julia quickly glanced at the alarm clock. It was after one thirty. She had less than half an hour before her appointment with Mister Stanley.
Julia rolled out of bed and stood up. She decided to take a quick shower so she'd be nice and fresh for her new master. Since no one was home, she didn't bother to put anything on and walked into the bathroom in the nude. Even walking around her own apartment alone with no clothes on gave the teenager a small thrill.
Much as she wanted to linger in the shower, Julia knew she didn't have a lot of time. She soaped up and rinsed off in a few minutes, taking special care to make sure her coochie was nice and clean since she expected Mister Stanley to give it a close inspection. The thought of the white man examining her combined with the sensations of her hand washing her pussy had the colored girl in a state of arousal.
But, she had no time for that. Besides, thought Julia, hopefully Mister Stanley would take care of getting her off again. The way she felt right now, it wouldn't take much to push her over the top. Stepping out of the shower, she dried off and returned to her bedroom.
Seeing as how she'd barely been in the sun dress for five minutes altogether, Julia didn't see any reason not to wear it again now. It's not as if she'd be wearing for very long anyways.
Pulling her sun dress on and grabbing the book, the teenager headed out the door of her apartment. Thankfully, no one was in the hallway to see Julia's breasts bouncing under the thin cotton material. When she reached the fifth floor, she walked quickly to the door to 5A and knocked.
Mister Stanley opened the door and let Julia in. He stepped back into the room after closing it behind her. Taking a seat in the easy chair, he smiled at the bashful colored girl standing just inside the room.
Julia remembered the white man's instructions about presenting herself without being told. This seemed like the time to do it, she thought. She put the book down on a table near the door. Then, her face burning, the negro girl pulled her sun dress off, revealing her naked body.
The silver haired man beamed as he watched the colored teen display herself to him as he'd previously instructed her. She stood with her legs wide apart, her hands behind her head, her chest out, her elbows back, and her eyes downcast. She was the perfect picture of an obedient slave girl. Mister Stanley was clearly pleased. Julia could see the tent his erection was pitching in his pants.
Mister Stanley spent a few moments visually inspecting the naked negro girl before his eyes focused on her freshly shaved pussy. Julia stole a quick glance at his face and blushed anew when she saw the attention he was paying to her hairless coochie.
"Come closer, girl," Mister Stanley ordered the black teenager. "Right here in front of me."
Julia walked over to where Mister Stanley was sitting and resumed the display pose. Her face was flushed and heart beat fast. His hand went between her legs and his fingers gently brushed along her hairless slit.
"You did a good job shaving for me," he praised her. "Nice and smooth... No nicks. Good girl."
"Thank you, sir," she replied bashfully. "I wanted to do it right for you."
"Tell me, Julia," said Mister Stanley. "How do you feel? I mean, here you are, naked in some old man's living room displaying your charms for him."
"I dunno...," Julia started. "Exposed... Controlled... Vulnerable... A little embarrassed..."
"I would think you'd be embarrassed, all right," said the silver haired man. "Standing in front of me with no clothes on... But, controlled? I'm not really making you do anything. You don't have to be here like this."
"I know that, sir," said the naked black girl. "I want to be your slave and slaves gotta do what their master says. I want you to make me do stuff..."
"So, you like being controlled?" asked Mister Stanley. "Is that it?"
"I guess so...," Julia replied. "I like pleasing you. I like doin' what you say. I like you makin' me do stuff..." Her voice got softer. "Embarrassin' stuff."
"Do you know why?" he wanted to know.
"Not exactly," she told him. "I know you like it... So I like that... The more... embarrassin'... it is, the more I feel like I'm a good slave for doin' it."
"I'm glad you feel that way, Julia," said Mister Stanley. "Turn around and bend over."
"Yes, sir," whimpered Julia, blushing hard.
Turning around, Julia bent over at the waist. She couldn't explain it, but she loved being made to display her body to him. She felt like the sexual animal she fantasized about being. Giving the white man what he wanted... needed... to satisfy his jungle fever fired lust.
"Spread your legs apart, girl," he ordered. "Nice and wide."
Julia moved her feet apart as far as she could and still keep her balance. She figured he must be able to see her pussy now. So embarrassing... She could feel the breeze on the wetness between her legs.
"Can you grab your ankles?" he asked.
"I kin try," she replied.
Her leg muscles stretched, Julia wrapped her hands around her ankles. She could feel her ass spread and had no doubt that Mister Stanley could see everything. Her pussy and even her asshole. This was beyond mere embarrassment. Showing herself off so explicitly was positively humiliating and she couldn't remember ever being so turned on. She longed to feel him penetrate her and use her.
"Perfect," murmured Mister Stanley. "You're incredible, girl."
Mister Stanley took his finger and ran it down the crack of Julia's spread ass. She shuddered when he touched her puckered asshole and moaned when he reached her pussy.
"You do love this, don't you?" he asked rhetorically. "You're positively creaming."
Julia couldn't speak. It was as if she was in a trance. She waited to see what he wanted from her next so she could give it to him.
"Stand up," he ordered.
She complied. Julia felt Mister Stanley's hand in the middle of her back, gently nudging her forward.
"Let's go where you can lay down," he told her.
Julia started walking as Mister Stanley guided her into his bedroom. The bed wasn't made, but she didn't care.
"Lay down, girl," he directed her. "On your back. I want to have a closer look at you where it's more comfortable. Spread your legs."
Blushing, Julia opened her legs as wide as she could. The black girl tried to look as alluring as she could with her legs splayed open, her sex displayed obscenely. Mister Stanley's crotch already showed the positive reaction she was looking for. She looked hopefully into his face for a simular reaction there.
"Take hold of your thighs and pull your knees up," instructed Mister Stanley. "Keep those legs open wide."
Grabbing the backs of her thighs just above the knees, Julia pulled them towards her chest, spreading them as far as she could. She could feel her pussy lips parting. She felt like a slut presenting her sex to the white man this way. She smiled sweetly at him from between her spread legs.
Mister Stanley surveyed the scene for almost a minute while Julia continued offering him her most intimate parts. He then sat on the foot of the bed and turned in such a way that he was facing her. When he leaned on his side, propping himself up on his elbow, his head was just above her crotch. The negro girl waited anxiously, embarrassed and aroused that he was getting such an up close look at her pussy.
"You smell so good, Julia," he told her. "Have you ever had your pussy licked?"
"No, sir," she replied. "Nobody but you ever even saw it before... except for my doctor... An' she's a lady doctor."
"Well, looks like I'll be the first to enjoy a taste," said Mister Stanley.
Julia gasped when she felt his breath on her sex. She moaned a second later as his soft warm tongue touched her coochie. This was way better than her finger, she thought. Mister Stanley started gently kissing her on her soft pussy lips, up and down the length of her slit. Then his tongue was pushing between them, penetrating her.
"Ohhh...," Julia moaned.
"You taste good, too," said Mister Stanley, his lips so close to her pussy that she could feel his words on it.
Laying his tongue flat on her vagina, Mister Stanley slowly licked Julia's gash from her crotch to her clit. The colored girl moaned again and started to lose her grip on her thighs. The white man stopped licking her so he could speak.
"Hold those legs up," he instructed her. "Present your hole to me like a good colored girl."
Julia grabbed her thighs and pulled her legs up and open wide. Somehow, the fact that he was eating her pussy for his pleasure and not for hers only served to turn her on more. After a few anxious seconds, Mister Stanley went back to tasting her sex.
The silver haired man pushed his tongue into the negro girl's vagina and fucked her with it. Julia whimpered. She'd never felt anything like this before. She could feel an orgasm building and knew if she could just get some pressure on her clit, she'd explode.
"Ahhh...," gasped Julia. "Oh!"
Mister Stanley stopped tongue fucking Julia and licked along her slit up to her clit. The black teenager's legs trembled. She cried out when she felt his lips on her sensitive clit, gently sucking on it.
"Ohhh...," she moaned. "Ohhh..."
Julia's back arched as Mister Stanley sucked her labia between his lips with his tongue still flicking at her clit. She couldn't take much more. She wanted to hump against his face, but she knew that this was for him, not her. She was just a young black pussy for the silver haired man to enjoy. A sex thing for his pleasure. The white man's bed slave.
"Ah!" cried Julia. "Ahhh!"
Her climax hit hard and Julia's legs slipped out of her hands again. She couldn't help but thrust her hips against him. However, this time, Mister Stanley didn't stop. Instead he licked her pussy harder and then shoved it into her hole. It almost felt like she started cumming all over again, like her vagina had a mind of its own. All she could do was lay there and take it.
Slowly, the contractions in her pussy slowed and her orgasm faded. Julia lay on her back, her chest heaving. Her feet were on the bed, her knees bent, and her legs spread. Mister Stanley sat back up. She opened her eyes and looked at him and saw not only her master, but a man who could give her incredible pleasure.
"I ain't never felt nothin' like that before," Julia panted. "Oh, sir... Thank you, sir. It just felt so good... It wouldn't stop... So good..."
Mister Stanley bent down and kissed Julia on the mouth. She could taste her own musk on his lips. It was a sexy, nasty reminder of what he'd just done to her. He sat back up and kept looking down at her.
"You're a responsive one, all right," smiled Mister Stanley. "I love seeing a girl cum so hard. It's been a long time since I last did. I haven't tasted such a sweet pussy in... well... ever. I guess it's true what they say about brown sugar."
Julia blushed at the compliment. She loved the way it reinforced her feeling of being a colored slave girl for her white owner. It made her feel like the sexual animal she liked to imagine herself as.
"I want to serve you like a slave girl, sir," Julia told him. "I want to make you feel good, too."
"Sit up," instructed Mister Stanley as slid off the bed and onto his feet. "Right here on the edge of the bed."
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Julia sat up where Mister Stanley had indicated. She could see the bulge in his trousers and wondered how he'd want her to serve him.
"Have you ever touched a man's cock before?" he asked.
"No, sir," she replied bashfully. "Never."
"Not even a boyfriend's?" he prodded her.
"I never had no boyfriend, sir," she said. "An' I never even seen a... man's... cock... before... Well, maybe I seen pictures in some magazines... But, never in person."
"Unbuckle my belt," Mister Stanley ordered.
"Yes, sir," blushed Julia.
The colored teenager reached up and unfastened the white man's belt and pulled it out of the buckle. Julia looked up into Mister Stanley's face. She couldn't read his expression, but judging by the fact his face was getting redder and the bulge in his pants was getting bigger, he was as aroused as she was.
"Now unbutton my pants and unzip the zipper," he instructed.
Julia's face burned and her hands trembled as she fumbled with the button on Mister Stanley's trousers. When she got it undone, she found the zipper and unzipped his fly. The khaki colored slacks fell open revealing the white man's boxer shorts. The outline of his erection was plainly visible. The negro girl's pussy tingled at the sight of it.
"Take my pants down," he directed her. "Then the shorts."
Her hands still shaking a little from the excitement, Julia took hold of Mister Stanley's pants and pulled them down to his knees. She looked up into his face for a sign of approval. He smiled at her and she bashfully smiled back. Her pussy was positively buzzing when she grabbed the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down, too.
Mister Stanley's dick sprang out, almost hitting Julia in the face as she worked his shorts down to his knees. He was completely erect and his dick was standing at a forty five degree angle. The head was almost purple and the tip glistened with wetness. She didn't know what he was going to do next, but she wanted to touch it or even taste it.
"It's so big!" exclaimed Julia.
It was bigger that Julia had expected based upon the size of the bulge, but not by too much. However, she'd overheard enough of her mother's and aunt's discussions to know that fawning over the size of man's cock stroked his ego and made him feel good. Making her master feel good was what slave girls were supposed to do.
"Go ahead and grab it, girl," said Mister Stanley. "Wrap your hand around the base."
Shyly, Julia lifted her arm up and took hold of Mister Stanley's cock. It was hard, yet soft. It was also very warm. The black girl took a little pride in the fact that she was the inspiration for the silver haired man's arousal. She squeezed it firmly and noticed the drop of clear liquid on the tip of his dick grew larger.
"That's the way...," he told her, his excitement clear in his voice. "Feels good... Use your other hand on my balls. Gently, now..."
Tentatively at first, the negro girl held out her other hand and put it under the white man's balls. She raised it up until she could feel his gray pubic hairs brushing against it. He moaned softly when she cupped them in her palm and gently held his nut sack in her hand. Encouraged by the reaction, she gave his dick another squeeze.
"Yeah...," rasped Mister Stanley. "You're doin' good... Stroke it now, girl... Move your hand up an' down..."
It was getting more embarrassing and more exciting by the moment, thought Julia. She was actually sitting naked on some old white man's bed giving him a hand job. She'd heard girls at school talk about doing this, so it wasn't as new to her as it might have been. Still, hearing others talk about it and doing it herself were two different things. Feeling Mister Stanley's cock in her hand and seeing his reaction as she pleasured him gave her a warm feeling she'd never experienced before.
"Am I doin' it right, sir?" asked Julia sweetly.
"You sure are...," replied Mister Stanley huskily. "Keep it up, girl... You're doin' great."
Julia could feel Mister Stanley's dick twitch when she spoke and realized that he liked hearing her talk to him while she stroked him. She thought about scenes in the book where Nellie, the negro slave girl, spoke to the white men as they used her. So, she thought, there's truth in the fiction. Men liked hearing a girl talk to them during sex. Especially in a sweet submissive tone.
"I'm glad you like it, sir," said Julia. "I want you to feel good. Is there anything else I can do? Kin I... uh... kiss on it? Would you like that, sir?"
Up until now, Mister Stanley had seemed a little hesitant to go too far with the teenaged negro girl. Julia was hoping that his excitement would help break down his inhibitions further.
"Go ahead," he allowed. "Please do."
Smiling bashfully, Julia leaned forward and wet her lips. She touched them to the tip of Mister Stanley's dick, still stroking it with her hand. She could feel the thick clear liquid on her full negro lips. She kissed the white man's cock a few times before sitting back on the bed. A long strand of pre cum stretched from her lips to the head of his dick.
Julia looked back up at Mister Stanley and grinned at him, her lips shiny with pre cum. He put his hand on her head.
"I gotta lay down," he told her. "Move over."
Mister Stanley sat on the bed after Julia let go of his cock. She moved out of the way and he swung his legs up on the bed. Sitting next to him, the black girl reached out and grabbed his dick again. She resumed jerking him off.
Wordlessly, Julia moved her head to where she could get her lips on Mister Stanley's cock again. She looked him in the eye while she kissed the head again and again. She remembered back to last year when she watched her mother take the building manager's dick into her mouth. Howard had certainly liked it and didn't last very long afterwards. She wanted her new master to experience that pleasure from her.
"Kin I suck it?" she asked softly. "I'll be careful..."
The white man nodded in response. He moaned when she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She could taste the pre cum and feel its thickness on her tongue. Julia started sucking on it like a popsicle, eliciting even louder moans from Mister Stanley. It was too big to get much into her mouth without gagging, so she just kept sucking and licking at it.
"Oh!" exclaimed Mister Stanley. "Fuck!"
Julia felt the white man's dick twitch as she kept stroking and licking it. She looked up at him when he spoke and a moment later his cock erupted. Hot white liquid shot out and splashed the colored girl in the face. She was startled by it even though she'd been expecting it. She was proud of herself for having made her new master cum.
"I did it good, didn't I, sir?" smiled Julia, semen dripping off her face. "You liked it, right?"
"Yeah," gasped Mister Stanley. "That was... fantastic, girl."
"Thank you, sir," said Julia. "I wanted to do it good for you."
"You did great," replied Mister Stanley. "Real great..."
She watched as his cock shrank in her hand. The rest of his seed had flooded out and coated her hand. He just lay there, obviously pleased with her. Julia felt that new feeling again. She loved being able to please Mister Stanley so much. After a few more minutes, he sat up.
"Go get a washcloth in the bathroom and bring it here," he ordered. "You can clean me up."
Julia immediately slid off of the bed and went to get it. She turned the warm water on in the bathroom sink and moistened the washcloth before returning to Mister Stanley's room.
He sat in the bed while Julia carefully used the cloth to mop up the semen on the white man's cock. She could feel some cum still on her face and was about to wipe it off when she remembered how much Howard had liked seeing Brenda with his seed on her face and decided to just leave it. Mister Stanley saw her start to put the washcloth to her face and then stop herself.
"You're incredible, Julia," smiled Mister Stanley. "It's like you've been practicing to be a sweet slave girl for a long time. You can go ahead and wipe your face off."
Julia paused for a moment before she took the warm washcloth to her face. The cum in her face was a testament to her accomplishment and, nasty as it was, she liked wearing it. But, Mister Stanley had said she should wipe it off, so she mopped it up.
"Thank you, sir," she said when she was finished. "I'm glad you liked it."
Mister Stanley stood on the floor and pulled up his pants. Julia remained seated naked on the side of his bed and watched. She noticed the clock radio on the night stand and saw the time was almost four o'clock. Brenda would be home any minute!
"I gotta go, sir," she said suddenly. "My mother's gonna be home soon, an' she don't like it if I'm not there."
"Okay," replied Mister Stanley. "Don't want you to get in any kind of trouble with her."
"Kin I git dressed now?" asked Julia.
"Yes," smiled Mister Stanley. "You may."
Julia could tell by the look on his face that Mister Stanley appreciated her asking first. She loved the way he seemed so happy with her.
The black girl headed out into the living room and bent over to pick up her sun dress. Knowing that he was right behind her, Julia did it in an exaggerated fashion to give Mister Stanley a good eyeful of her teenaged ass. She knew he'd like that and also like the fact that she was doing it for him.
Slipping her sun dress on, Julia turned to face Mister Stanley. She didn't want to go, but she didn't want to get Brenda upset either.
"Thank you for what you done," said Julia. "I never felt so good before."
"Oh, I loved doing it, girl," Mister Stanley replied. "You're a fine slave girl, too. A real quick learner. We'll have another lesson tomorrow."
"Yes, sir!" said Julia eagerly. "I'll come up after my mother goes to work."
"Good," said Mister Stanley. "Let's see the goods, girl."
Julia was puzzled for a moment before she realized what he was talking about. Bashfully, the negro girl lifted her sun dress up, revealing her hairless pussy and pert teenaged breasts. She bowed her head and looked down while Mister Stanley drank in the vision of her naked body.
Stepping close to her, Mister Stanley put a hand under Julia's chin and lifted her face. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips while his other hand gently caressed her bare breast. He let his hand wander down between her legs without breaking the kiss. She parted her thighs to give him access to her sex and was was rewarded with the feel of his hand brushing across her pussy.
"All right," he sighed. "I know you have to go home. I'll see you tomorrow, girl."
"Yes, sir," replied Julia. "I'll be here. Kin I put my dress down now, sir?"
"Yes," said Mister Stanley. "Bye, Julia."
"Bye, sir," smiled Julia.
Turning to the door, Julia half expected to feel Mister Stanley lift her dress for one last look at her ass. Even though she knew there'd be trouble with Brenda if her mother got home first, she wasn't going to leave the white man's apartment until he'd taken whatever pleasure with her that he wanted to.
As Julia opened the door, she felt Mister Stanley's hand grab her ass and give it a squeeze. The sensation went straight to her pussy. She lingered until he stopped and then stepped out into the hallway.
She looked back and smiled one more time before heading to the stairway. Julia knew Mister Stanley was watching as she walked, so she made sure to swing her hips a little extra for him. Just the way a good slave girl would show off in order to please her master.
When she returned to her apartment, Julia was relieved to find that Brenda hadn't come home from work yet. She went to her room and changed into shorts and a tee shirt. She didn't want to have to explain why she was out and about wearing nothing but the flimsy sun dress with her bare breasts jiggling underneath it. Somehow, she doubted that her mother would understand.
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As Julia lay in bed that night, she reflected back on the events of the day. Yesterday at this time, she was just a teenager with a crush on an older man. Now, Mister Stanley had accepted her as his slave and had thoroughly enjoyed her charms. He'd given her the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced as well as a face full of cum that, in her mind, marked her as his. She tried to imagine what would happen tomorrow.
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