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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 next morning Julia was up and out of bed as soon as she heard the front door close when her mother left for work. The teenager had been laying in bed since waking, replaying the events of the previous day. She remembered how aroused she'd been while shamelessly displaying the private parts of her anatomy for Mister Stanley and how how hard she'd cum when he'd licked her pussy.
The silver haired white man had easily turned from being just a friendly upstairs neighbor into Julia's master. It had taken very little convincing for Mister Stanley to accept the nubile teenaged negro girl as his slave.
And, so far, Julia had loved every second of it. Showing off her young body at her new master's direction had been both embarrassing and exciting at the same time. She loved the effect she had on Mister Stanley. The gleam in his eye and the tent in his pants both told her he liked and appreciated her charms and her eagerness to share them with him.
Now, with Brenda gone for the day, there was nothing keeping her from going upstairs to him and find out what he had in mind to do with her that day. Julia was too excited to have breakfast and instead started getting ready to go.
Brushing her finger tips over her pussy, Julia was happy to feel the smoothness of her skin. No need to shave it again this morning for Mister Stanley, she thought. She quickly showered and slipped a clean sun dress over her naked body before heading out the door and up the stairs.
With butterflies in her stomach, Julia knocked on the door of apartment 5A. Just like yesterday, Mister Stanley looked like he'd just rolled out of bed when he answered the door. He smiled when he saw the pretty colored teenager. She stepped into his apartment and he closed the door behind her.
Mister Stanley took a few steps back from the door before turning around to look at his visitor. He stood there in his tee shirt and pajama bottoms, waiting without speaking.
Julia understood what he expected from her. Without hesitating, she pulled the sun dress up over her head and lay it on the floor next to the door. Standing naked with her feet wide apart, she clasped her hands behind her head in the display position he'd trained her to assume upon entering his apartment.
The silver haired man beamed at the sight of his slave girl carrying out his wishes without prompting. Julia cast her eyes down and waited for what would happen next. Mister Stanley went to where the colored girl stood and placed his hands on her breasts, squeezing them gently.
"Nice," he said, almost under his breath.
One of his hands went up to touch Julia's face, the other went down to her pubic mound. Submissively, the teenager squatted slightly, parting her thighs even further. Mister Stanley's hand went between the negro's legs and cupped her hairless pussy.
"Very nice," he smiled. "Nice and smooth. Nice and wet, too..."
Julia blushed at his mention of the evidence of her aroused state. She knew that other girls would be humiliated at this treatment. Other girls wouldn't stand passively while an older man ran his hands over her naked body, stroking her most intimate parts. The shame she felt wasn't at being treated as an object. No, her only shame was that she loved being treated that way so much. It couldn't be right. But, it felt so good.
"I read that book of yours last night," said Mister Stanley conversationally, his hand still between Julia's legs. "It was very interesting reading. So you really get turned on by all that, don't you?"
Now he expected her to confess to enjoying all the degrading treatment suffered by Nellie the slave girl and her mother in the book! And, she had to do it standing here naked and exposed while he played with her pussy! It was humiliating. It was also very arousing for the colored girl, which was humiliating in itself.
"I guess so...," replied Julia.
"Do you fantasize about being in those situations yourself?" he asked.
"Sometimes," she answered. "I don't think I'd really like to be whipped or anything like that. But, it still turns me on to read about it. I know it's mean, but thinkin' about slave girls havin' to take it like that is kinda hot."
"What about the rest?" Mister Stanley wanted to know. "I can tell you like being examined. You're enjoying this inspection right now, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir," blushed Julia. "It feels good."
"Isn't it embarrassing?" he asked. "I'd think that having to stand naked while a clothed man examines your body this way would be humiliating. But, it feels good enough that you don't mind?"
Julia was having a hard time focusing on the questions with Mister Stanley's hand between her legs. Revealing that it was more than just the physical sensations that turned her on was even harder.
"It feels real good, sir," she admitted. "I love feelin' your hands on me... But, it ain't jus' that... Havin' to be naked while you is still wearin' clothes makes me feel good. Doin' embarrassin' stuff for you really feels good. I don't know why... Maybe it's 'cause it makes me feel like a real slave girl who's gotta do like she's told."
"I see," he replied, applying a little more pressure to the negro's pussy. "There's a lot more going on in the story than examinations and whippings. What are your favorite parts?"
Although it was beyond embarrassing to carry on a conversation about her darker fantasies while standing naked and being handled by Mister Stanley, Julia really did want him to know what parts of the book she liked best. Hopefully, he'd feel comfortable acting them out with her if he knew how badly she wanted to do it.
"I guess my favorite part is when Nellie gets presented to her new owner," said Julia. "He's so rich an' powerful... He could have any slave he wanted, but he wants her. He was gonna be the first man who ever... did it to her..."
"Really?" smiled Mister Stanley. "I must say I liked that part, too... Did it remind you of anyone?"
"Yes, sir," blushed Julia.
So, he saw the similarities, too, thought Julia. She'd wondered if he saw her as his slave girl the way she saw herself in that role. Now she knew.
"It didn't seem like he thought a whole lot about being her first lover, though," said Mister Stanley. "It seemed more like he just lusted after her young body. And, since he owned it, he used it. Used her like an animal or even an object. Doesn't that take away from it for you?"
"Not really, no," Julia responded. "I... well... Really, I guess I like it. I like that he sees her that way... I like that he has to have her. I like that he uses her. I don't know why, but I do. Do you think there's something wrong with me for liking that?"
"There's nothing wrong with you, Julia," he replied. "Nothing at all."
Mister Stanley worked his finger between Julia's pussy lips. She moaned and started bucking her hips unconsciously. The white man noticed and increased the pressure between the naked black girl's legs. She moaned again and bucked faster.
"You are a horny little colored girl, aren't you?" asked Mister Stanley.
"Yes, sir," admitted Julia. "I can't help it, sir... It's the way I am."
"I know," he replied. "I like you that way."
The white man withdrew his hand from between the negro girl's legs. She looked up at him.
"Open your mouth," he ordered her. "Let's see how much you like to be examined."
Julia opened her mouth, not sure what was going to happen next. For some reason, this was even more humiliating than having her sexual parts exposed and handled. Mister Stanley pushed his finger into her mouth and peered inside as if inspecting her teeth. She could taste her pussy on his finger before he pulled it back out.
"This is how they did it in the book, girl," he said. "How do you feel now?"
"Like a animal," she replied softly.
"That's all those slaves were as far as people back then were concerned," said Mister Stanley. "Animals to be bought and sold. Property to do with as they pleased."
"I know," rasped Julia, her arousal growing in response to his words.
"Turn around and bend over," ordered the white man. "I'm not done inspecting you."
"Yes, sir," whimpered Julia, her pussy buzzing with excitement.
Remembering how he'd wanted her bent over yesterday, Julia grabbed her ankles after turning away from Mister Stanley. She could feel the cool room air on the exposed flesh in the crack of her ass and knew that she was completely exposed to him. This, too, was humiliating and exciting at the same time.
"Spread your cheeks, girl," commanded Mister Stanley. "Show me your holes."
Her holes! Even his words added to the degradation. Now she felt like less than an animal. She was an object. A piece of meat. Nothing more than holes to be used. Her face burning with embarrassment, Julia reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them out. But, the most humiliating aspect to all of this was how turned on she was by being made to do it.
Julia's legs buckled a little when she felt his hand on her pussy as Mister Stanley ran a finger over her ass crack, across her asshole, and down her slit. He touched her clit and started gently rubbing it. The colored girl moaned with pleasure in spite of the degrading pose she'd been made to assume.
"I guess you weren't lying," said Mister Stanley. "You're creaming up. You do like being made to do embarrassing things. You like being an animal, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," gasped Julia. "I like bein' a animal for you, sir."
"Good," replied the white man. "So do I."
Mister Stanley stopped what he was doing and sat down in the easy chair. Julia remained in the obscenely exposed position he'd ordered her into and awaited further instructions. She felt like she'd been transformed into nothing more than a pussy and an asshole. A fuck thing. She could feel the cream dripping down her crack. The white man took his time and enjoyed the view of the colored slave girl bent over and spread, her charms on display for his pleasure.
"Come with me, Julia," said Mister Stanley after a minute or two.
Straightening up, Julia turned around to face him. Mister Stanley headed into his bedroom with the naked black teenager right behind him. He stopped when he reached the side of his bed. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot on the floor in front of him.
"Kneel," said Mister Stanley.
Kneel! Julia felt the word as a hot rush through her whole body that left her clit tingling. Mister Stanley had delivered the command in much in the same tone as if he were ordering a dog to sit. Immediately, the colored girl dropped to her knees at his feet and looked up at him.
"Pull the pajamas down," he ordered. "And the shorts."
Her face burning and her hands trembling, Julia reached up and took hold of Mister Stanley's waistband. His dick was half erect and it brushed against her face as she pulled his pajama bottoms down to his knees. She took another peek at his cock before looking back up into his face. His erection was growing.
"Lick it," demanded the white man.
This was turning out to be like her nastiest masturbation fantasies, thought Julia. Ordered to her knees and commanded to sexually service a white man. She wanted to reach between her legs and properly stimulate herself as she savored the moment, but knew that giving pleasure to her master was her only priority.
Without taking her eyes off of his, Julia opened her mouth and pushed her tongue out. Turning her attention to the task at hand, the negro girl began licking the white man's dick along the length of the shaft. She felt like a complete slut. No, she thought, more like a complete animal. An animal whose only purpose was the sexual gratification of her owner. Her pussy throbbed as she continued to lovingly lick her master's cock.
"That's it, girl," said Mister Stanley approvingly. "Lick it all over. Balls, too."
Julia gave Mister Stanley's cock a couple more length long licks before turning her attention to his balls. His pubic hairs brushed against her face as she ran her tongue over his nut sack. His dick bumped her forehead the whole time. It was as if she was worshiping his manhood. That thought had her pussy on fire.
"Stop," he told her.
Mister Stanley lay down on the bed on his back. He pointed at the spot between his legs and Julia knew that was where he wanted her. She climbed up into the bed.
"Get back to work, slave," he ordered.
Slave... This was just like her fantasies, except it was real. It was also having an even more powerful effect on her than she'd imagined. At this moment Julia did feel like Mister Stanley's slave and she was loving it. She got on her elbows and knees with her face in his crotch and went back to licking the white man's cock and balls.
After a few minutes of this, he stopped her again.
"Put it in your mouth," directed Mister Stanley.
Leaning forward slightly, Julia put her thick negro lips on the tip of Mister Stanley's dick. She opened her mouth and took the head of his hard cock into it. It was so big, she barely got the whole head inside.
"Now suck it," he commanded.
Julia started sucking as she'd been ordered. Just like she'd suck on a lollipop. The act in itself was degrading enough, but the slurping noises were just embarrassing.
Yesterday, she'd asked to suck on Mister Stanley's cock. Today, he'd ordered her to do it and it felt different as a result. Today was so much more objectifying and humiliating. It was also even more arousing for her. Her master was using her and taking pleasure from it. It was just like her nastiest fantasies come true.
"Bob your head," Mister Stanley instructed Julia. "Up and down."
The teenager took the white man's dick into her mouth until she felt herself starting to gag. Then she moved her head up, still sucking, until his cock almost slipped out from between her lips. Then she took it back in until she started to choke. Up and down. It was as if he were fucking her mouth except that she was doing all the work.
"That's it," he praised her. "That's the way a slave girl services her master. Keep sucking and bobbing like a good girl."
Although taking a man's cock into her mouth and sucking on it was degrading and humiliating, Julia was happy to know she was pleasing her new master. Who but her could satisfy his jungle fever? The negro girl loved being the object of the white man's desire and the source of his gratification.
"I'm not gonna last much longer, girl," rasped Mister Stanley. "When I cum, you keep on sucking. I want you to take it all like a good slave and swallow it. Got it?"
"Mmmff, mmmff," agreed Julia, nodding her head without letting his cock slip out of her mouth.
Mister Stanley groaned and Julia felt his cock twitch. Suddenly a hot blast of thick liquid hit her in the back of the throat as the white man ejaculated in the teenager's mouth. She gagged a little, but kept sucking, milking the last semen from his softening dick.
Once she'd sucked Mister Stanley dry, Julia let his cock slip out of her mouth. The colored girl looked into the silver haired man's face as she swallowed his seed, just as he'd instructed her. He beamed at her and she felt like he'd taken possession of her even more firmly now that she'd served him this way.
"Good job, girl," he smiled. "You're an excellent slave girl. You'll be serving me like that a lot, believe me."
"Thank you, sir," blushed Julia. "I'm glad you liked it."
"Come here," said Mister Stanley, patting the spot next to him on the bed. "Lay down."
Julia crawled over to Mister Stanley and lay beside him. He put his arm around her.
"Nellie's master just went to sleep after he was done with her as I recall," Mister Stanley remarked. "He was missing out on some of the pleasure a slave girl can offer. But, he certainly got plenty of use out of her in the book!"
"Uh huh," agreed Julia. "I don't know how much she liked it, but I know I'd love it."
"Well, you're a sweet girl," said Mister Stanley. "Besides, Nellie didn't have any choice. You want to be a slave. This is pretty different from the story even though it did pretty much only focus on the sexual side... Not that I have any complaints! That's the side I like! They did tend to use the n word a lot, though. Didn't that bother you?"
Julia loved hearing how much Mister Stanley enjoyed having her as his slave. She was a little disappointed that he didn't care for the way the slaves were referred as niggers, though. She'd come to like it. It had turned the word from being a hurtful insult to simply a word for a sexual animal with dark skin that white folks liked to use.
"It don't bother me," said Julia at last. "I guess it's just the way people talked back then..."
"I suppose...," said Mister Stanley dubiously.
She wanted to explain how she felt about it to him; how being reminded that she was a sexual animal for the use of white men aroused her. But, Julia got the impression from him that he wouldn't be comfortable with it.
It was just too shameful to admit to her new master that something he thought was hateful actually excited her. Mister Stanley must already think she was pretty perverted as it was. So, Julia decided to keep it to herself and just enjoy the fact that he liked using her the way he did. She could always imagine the words that turned her on without having to hear them.
* * *
For the next few weeks of the summer, Julia continued to visit Mister Stanley every day that her mother worked. As soon as Brenda was out of the house, her teenaged daughter would get up and prepare herself for the white man's pleasure.
She'd make sure her pussy was nice and smooth, shaving it when necessary. She'd take a shower so she'd be fresh for her master. Finally, she'd slip one of her light weight cotton sun dresses over her naked body. Satisfied that Mister Stanley would be pleased with her appearance, Julia would head out the door and up the stairs to his apartment.
The colored girl would strip as soon as she entered Mister Stanley's apartment and he'd closed the door. Julia would stand naked with her legs apart and her hands behind her head in the position he'd trained her to assume.
After a thorough, and still embarrassing inspection, she'd spend the day pleasing the silver haired man using her hands and mouth on his cock and balls. Most days, he'd want to taste her sweet young black pussy until she came.
Although it was close to being her fantasy come true, Julia longed to serve her master more completely by giving him the gift she could only give once: her virginity.
One day as they lay together in Mister Stanley's bed, Julia decided to try to push the issue a little. It was too embarrassing to just come out and tell him she wanted him to fuck her, so she thought of taking a more round-about tack.
"I wish I could do somethin' more for you, sir," Julia started saying.
"More?" replied Mister Stanley. "Like what?"
"I don't know...," she said bashfully. "I love doin' what I do already an' I know you like it... But, I want to do more."
"Maybe it's time to teach you a new trick," Mister Stanley said. "You know what rimming is?"
"No, sir," replied Julia, puzzled.
"I found out about it in Korea when I was in the Air Force," he told her. "This bar girl promised to show me a good time for two dollars. I took her up on it. She sucked my dick for a while and then stuck her face right in my butt crack and started tonguing my asshole. It was incredible... I had no idea that would feel so damn good... My wife wouldn't do it, but my slave will. Right, slave?"
"Yes, sir," she responded. "I'll do anything you say, sir."
"Good girl," he said. "Get to it."
This wasn't what she'd had in mind, thought Julia. Servicing a man this way was definitely degrading. However, it would certainly demonstrate to her master what a devoted slave she was.
Mister Stanley positioned himself so Julia could get her face between his ass cheeks. The naked black girl tentatively touched her tongue to his asshole. She was relieved that it only tasted sweaty and started licking it.
"Don't be shy," said Mister Stanley. "Do it harder. Stick it on in there."
Julia pushed her face down more until her nose was in his crotch and his balls against her forehead. She licked Mister Stanley's asshole harder and tried to force her tongue in.
"Oh, yeah...," groaned Mister Stanley. "That's it... Keep it up..."
Encouraged by his reaction, Julia threw herself into the task at hand. Nasty as it was, she was pleasing her master. She licked all around and over Mister Stanley's anus, poking her tongue in frequently.
Being made to use her mouth on Mister Stanley's ass was quite a humiliation. But, Julia loved it because she was doing it for him. Serving him. Pleasing him. The fact that it was so degrading only got her more excited as she proved to herself that there was no limit to what she'd do for her master.
"Jerk me off now," croaked Mister Stanley. "Fuck..."
Julia reached up and grabbed Mister Stanley's cock in her hand. She could feel the pre cum leaking out of the tip and knew that he was close to cumming. It made her happy to know how well she was serving him. The negro girl started stroking the white man's dick, all the while continuing to work her tongue in his asshole.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "Oh, fuck!"
Mister Stanley's dick erupted in long spurts. Julia felt his cock pumping out his seed. She had his erection pointed towards the ceiling as she stroked it and a second later felt the semen splatter on her forehead. He came with considerable force, leaving strands of thick white liquid streaked across the black teenager's hair. She stopped moving her hand when she felt him softening.
"Damn...," murmured Mister Stanley. "You sure learn fast... I haven't cum that hard in years... I didn't think I still had it in me!"
Julia rose to her hands and knees and smiled at Mister Stanley, the semen running down her face from her forehead. She was proud of herself for having pleased her master so much.
"Thank you, sir," she said. "I'm glad I could make you feel so good."
"You sure did," he smiled. "Where were you forty years ago... Back when I was younger I'd have worn you out. Even now, seeing you with my jizz dripping off your face has me almost ready to go again..."
Blushing fiercely, Julia realized what she must look like. Still, she couldn't get enough of Mister Stanley's praise.
"It's almost four, girl," said Mister Stanley. "You better get cleaned up and go."
"Yes, sir," replied Julia.
Julia went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her hair was matted and streaked with cum. A big splotch of semen was on her forehead and running down her nose. She looked like a slut who had been thoroughly used. It was so nasty, but she loved it.
Part of her wished she could go outside like this and let the world see her with a face full of cum. It was like a badge attesting to her extreme desirability and she'd wear it with pride. However, she knew that was hardly realistic.
The teenager ran the water in the tub and stepped into the shower. Julia was about to pull the shower curtain closed when Mister Stanley entered the bathroom.
"I'll watch," he said. "I want to enjoy my slave to the fullest."
Self-consciously, Julia soaped up and washed herself. She could tell that Mister Stanley was enjoying the show so she paid special attention to her breasts, fondling and rubbing them far more that was required to wash the sweat off of them.
When Julia reached down to her hairless pussy, she saw Mister Stanley's eyes follow her hand. She started rubbing her sex and bucking her hips. The white man's dick swelled in response which only encouraged the colored girl to go further.
It was embarrassing to be masturbating in front of another person, let alone the older white man. However, Mister Stanley obviously liked what he saw and Julia knew it was her purpose to please him so she continued. She even started to feel a climax starting to build. Cumming in front of him would be even more embarrassing.
Julia started breathing more heavily as her orgasm got closer. Mister Stanley could tell what was happening and smiled happily.
"That's a good girl," he told her softly. "Make yourself cum. That's it. Do it for me..."
"Yes, sir," whimpered Julia. "I'm gonna cum, sir... I'm cummin'..."
The orgasm was mild in comparison with how hard she usually came when she was alone, but it still felt good. Julia was happy she could please Mister Stanley so many different ways.
Remembering the time, Julia quickly rinsed off while Mister Stanley supervised her. Stepping out, she toweled off. The negro girl smiled at her master before walking past him towards the living room. No sense in wasting an opportunity to shake her ass for him one more time before she had to go home.
Mister Stanley watched as Julia slipped on her sun dress. He'd put on his robe before coming out into the living room, but the colored girl could see his half erect cock poking out. If only she had time, she'd drop to her knees and suck on it for him.
"I'll see you tomorrow, girl," said Mister Stanley. "You were fantastic today."
"Thank you, sir," blushed Julia. "I'm glad you liked it. I kin do even better next time."
"Even though I don't know how you could do better, I bet you could," he told her, smiling. "Good bye for now."
"Bye for now, sir," she replied.
Julia turned towards the door and grabbed the door knob. Just like every other time, she felt her dress being lifted and her bare ass exposed. Mister Stanley loved having one last peek at her young body before she left and she loved having him look. When she felt the material fall back, she turned the knob and let herself out.
* * *
Later that night, Julia lay in bed reflecting on the events of the day. She had truly amazed herself with the power she had to give pleasure. She'd never seen Mister Stanley cum so hard before, and she'd done it. She could tell he appreciated her efforts and her devotion.
If she'd been the girl in the story and he the master, there was no doubt in her mind that she'd be his favorite slave and she'd sleep in his bed every night. Without realizing it, her hand had found its way between her legs.
"Did I do good, sir?" she was telling him. "Am I a good slave?"
"Yes, Julia," replied Mister Stanley. "You're the best. You're my favorite bed slave."
Julia bucked her hips and knew she was close. Time to turn it up another notch...
"On your back, nigger," he ordered. "I gotta have you again... This time it's gonna be rough, so you'll just have to take it."
"Yes, Massa...," she whimpered. "I'll take it for you... I'm a good nigger..."
That was all it took to push Julia over the edge. She heard herself start to cry out and quickly covered her mouth. Having her mother hear her and come to check on her would be so embarrassing.
Waiting in the silence, the teenager heard nothing. Her thought drifted upstairs to Mister Stanley. If only he'd really talk to her that way, it would be incredible. Well, she thought further, what would really be incredible would be if he took her and fucked her that way. That would be perfect.
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