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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 rest of the summer flew by for Julia. She tried not to think about what it would be like when it was over. She'd become accustomed to spending every weekday with Mister Stanley, serving him in whatever way he desired. She'd always hoped he'd finally take her and do what she'd been fantasizing about since she'd first met him.
However, it had yet to happen and now it was the last Friday of summer vacation. Brenda was off all weekend and Julia knew better than to try to visit Mister Stanley while her mother was at home. Monday would bring the first day of her junior year of high school.
It was hard for Julia to imagine what it would be like going to classes and hanging out with her classmates after having spent the summer as an older white man's colored slave girl. Hopefully, there'd still be opportunities to serve Mister Stanley. However, the full days spent giving in to her animal nature would be over for a while.
Julia decided to put her hair in braids for Mister Stanley that morning. She knew that he liked having a sweet teenaged colored girl as his sexual slave and she wanted to put extra effort in her appearance for him on their last summer day together. When he opened the door to let her in to his apartment, she could tell by the look on his face and the bulge in his pants that he approved of the look.
"You're looking especially pretty this morning, girl," he smiled as he watched her pull the flimsy sun dress off over her head.
"Thank you, sir," she replied, standing naked in the display position.
"Special occasion?" he asked, running his hands over her naked breasts.
"Kind of," said Julia. "School starts up again on Monday. I can't be spendin' the day with you no more, sir."
"Really?" Mister Stanley replied. "That's too bad. I've become accustomed to having my colored slave girl take care of me."
"I'll still be your slave girl, sir," she assured him. "An' I'll come an' see you when my mother isn't home. It just isn't gonna be so often..."
"You're a sweet girl, Julia," he smiled. "A man couldn't ask for a better slave."
"Thank you, sir," said Julia. "There's somethin' I want to ask you, but I don't know if it's right for a slave girl to ask it..."
"What's that?" asked Mister Stanley.
Julia swallowed hard.
"Well...," she started. "I been comin' up here all summer an' I been wantin' you to do somethin' for me. Now that I ain't gonna be comin' up her so much no more, I'm afraid it might never happen..."
"Just say it, girl," he told her. "Don't be shy."
"I want you to... uhm...," Julia said in a soft voice, "you know... do it to me."
"Do it to you?" Mister Stanley repeated, smiling. "Haven't I done it to you every day?"
"Yes, sir, but that's not what I mean...," she told him. "I want you to make me a woman, sir. I want you to be the one."
"I see," he replied. "Are you sure about that? I know you like being my slave girl. I love having a sweet teenaged colored girl like you as my slave, believe me! But, wouldn't you want some boy your own age to be your first? Not some old man like me."
"You ain't some old man," Julia told him seriously. "You're my master. I want my master to be my first."
Mister Stanley stood speechless, his eyes roving over Julia's naked brown body. On the one hand, she wished she didn't have to convince him, but on the other she could see that his dick was standing straight up in his pajama bottoms.
Clearly, he wanted her badly but was genuinely concerned about her feelings. That realization only made her want it to be him all the more. Julia was also starting to get the idea that he was enjoying having his slave plead to be fucked. She could see the jungle fever in his eyes and in his pants.
"Please, sir?" asked Julia sweetly. "Please, Master?"
Julia hadn't ever called him Master before now. She knew he wasn't comfortable with the racial terms she wished he'd use, but he hadn't had a problem with calling her slave. Judging by the way his dick twitched, he liked this just fine. Her pussy was tingling as she slid further into the role.
"Please do it to me, Massa!" begged the negro girl. "I want it bad, Massa!"
Mister Stanley may not have been comfortable with the n word, thought Julia, but being called Massa by a naked sixteen year old colored girl had his dick jerking on its own.
"Go into the bedroom, slave," said Mister Stanley hoarsely. "Get on your back and make yourself available."
"Yes, sir," agreed Julia happily.
Swinging her hips as suggestively as she could, Julia made her way into the bedroom. She lay on her back in the middle of Mister Stanley's unmade bed and spread her legs wide. She watched him enter the room and pull off his tee shirt and pajama bottoms.
Her heart pounded as he climbed into bed between her open legs and propped himself up over her, looking directly into her eyes. Julia could feel Mister Stanley's breath on her face and his erection poking her in the crotch. It was finally going to happen!
"Grab my dick, slave," he directed her. "Stick it in your hole."
Julia reached down between her legs and found his stiff member. Taking it in her hand, she guided the head to the entrance to her vagina. This was the moment she'd fantasized about for years.
"Get ready," Mister Stanley advised her. "It's gonna hurt a little."
"I know, sir," replied Julia. "I don't care. Do it to me, Massa. Please do it to me."
Mister Stanley started pushing his cock into Julia's pussy. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate his girth. She winced when she felt the pressure against her hymen, but he wasn't going to stop now. A split second later there was a brief jolt of pain. He was inside of her and her virginity was gone.
"Oh, thank you, Massa...," whispered Julia. "Thank you..."
Her pussy still hurt a little, but pleasure Julia felt quickly dulled the pain. Mister Stanley was hardly treating her like a delicate virgin, either. He was pounding into her so hard that the bed was creaking and the headboard was banging against the wall. She loved how her master had become so quickly overcome with desire for her.
The silver haired man kept it up for a few minutes before the teenager could tell he was close to climax. She was still a ways off, but she didn't mind. She wanted her master to take his pleasure with her and that was all that mattered. Mister Stanley drove his dick deep into Julia's cunt.
"Here it comes, girl," he grunted. "Take it."
Suddenly, Julia felt the warm sensation of Mister Stanley shooting his load into her young pussy.
"Ahhh...," he breathed as he came inside the negro girl's virgin hole. "Fuck..."
Finally he lay down on top of her, his dick still in her pussy. Julia didn't know what to do, so she just lay there, Mister Stanley's weight pinning her to the bed. After a minute, he rolled off of her.
So, thought Julia, this was it. She was a woman now. She thought about what she'd heard from other girls. How they'd lost their virginity in the back seat of a car or on the couch in some boy's living room while his parents were out. Always with some boyfriend.
But, not her. No, she'd lost hers to a man she called Massa who was forty years her senior, spread out on his bed, begging him for it. She hadn't cum and her pussy was sore. However, it was just how she'd wanted it... just as she'd imagined it while feverishly masturbating in her bedroom at night. Julia knew she wasn't like those other girls. Not by a long shot.
"Thank you, sir," said the teenager gratefully.
"You're welcome, girl," smiled the silver haired man. "You make me feel young again. You're a special kind of girl."
Julia was glowing in spite of the lingering soreness between her legs. Mister Stanley had made a woman out of her and seemed more than satisfied with her. She was glad to give him pleasure and loved hearing the praise.
"I think I'll take a shower now," said Mister Stanley. "I'd like my slave to attend to me. Come along, girl."
Mister Stanley stood up and headed into the bathroom followed closely by his naked teenaged slave girl. Julia liked the idea of serving her master so intimately. She could really get used to living like this every day, she thought. Too bad the long summer would be over in a few hours.
When he got to the bathroom, Mister Stanley simply stood and waited for Julia. After a moment of being puzzled, she figured out that he expected her to start the water in the shower. The colored girl was happy to see that her master was getting used to being served domestically as well as sexually. If only there was more time... Still, she was determined to make the most of it.
Once the water was running hot, Julia turned on the shower and waited for Mister Stanley to step into the tub. She took a wash cloth and soaped it up and then took her time running it all over the white man's body. She took special care with his more sensitive parts, knowing he'd appreciate the extra attention there.
"Thank you so much for what you done for me, sir," said Julia as she lovingly washed her master's cock and balls. "I'll never forget it as long as I live. You'll always be the one who got my cherry an' made me a woman. I wish I could stay bein' your slave girl forever."
"It was my pleasure, Julia," replied Mister Stanley. "You're the best slave girl a master could want. Too bad your school is starting up so soon. I could use you every day."
"I'd like that," Julia said wistfully. "I love it when you use me."
"Right now, I'd like to wash you," Mister Stanley told her.
Taking the wash cloth from her, Mister Stanley proceeded to run it all over Julia's teenaged body. When he washed her between her legs, she couldn't help but buck her hips. Her pussy was tender from earlier, but feeling his hand on it still felt good despite the soreness. He noticed her motion and kept it up.
"You like that, don't you?" he smiled.
"Yes, sir," she said. "It feels good when you rub on my coochie that way."
Mister Stanley began rubbing Julia's pussy in earnest now and the colored girl humped back with abandon. She'd felt an orgasm stirring earlier when he was inside her, but he'd cum before she could get off. Now it was back again and she felt like she was about to explode.
"Oh, Massa!" she cried. "I'm gonna cum... Don't stop... Oh!"
"Listen, girl," he said. "Good slaves ask for permission to cum. Do you understand me?"
Ask permission to cum? That was about all she could take. Listening to her master give her an order like that made her pussy throb. Combined with the way he was rubbing on it, she was almost past the point of no return.
"Yes, sir," gasped Julia. "Kin I cum, sir? Please, Massa? I'm so close..."
"Cum, slave," commanded Mister Stanley. "Cum for me."
"Oh!" exclaimed the negro girl, her eyes and mouth wide open. "Oh!"
Julia's legs went weak as her orgasm overcame her. Mister Stanley pressed the washcloth into her crotch and she ground her pussy against it as she came. She felt him put an arm around her as the warm water continued to splash them both.
After a minute, Mister Stanley stepped out of the shower. Julia, dazed, let the water continue to run over her for a few moments before shutting it off and getting out of the shower herself.
Regaining her senses, Julia picked up a towel and proceeded to dry Mister Stanley off. She knelt to dry him below the waist. Only when she was done with him did she use it on herself. For some reason deferring to him that way served to get her pussy buzzing again even though she'd just cum a minute earlier. He watched her towel off in a way that made the negro girl blush.
Back in his bedroom, Mister Stanley put on a robe. Julia, naturally, remained naked since that was how her master preferred her to be.
"It's after lunch time," said Mister Stanley. "Go fix us some sandwiches, girl. You know what I like."
"Yes, sir," replied Julia.
Julia padded into the kitchen with Mister Stanley right behind her. She swayed her hips as she walked, just the way she knew he liked it. Walking that way made her feel like a sexual animal and it pleased her master immensely.
Bending over in an exaggerated fashion, Julia got the ingredients out of the refrigerator under Mister Stanley's watchful eye. There was something nasty about making lunch in the nude. It added sexual overtones to an otherwise mundane activity. She got to serve him on more than one level. Preparing his meal while pleasing his eye was gratifying for both the negro slave girl and her white master.
* * *
Summer vacation would be finished in a couple hours, thought Julia as she glanced at the clock. The part of the summer vacation she cared about, anyways. The days spent here in Mister Stanley's apartment living out her fantasy of being a colored slave girl for an older white man were just about over. But, for the moment, she'd just enjoy it while she could. It was best to savor the time that was left.
Right now, Julia was naked and sitting in Mister Stanley's lap. His robe had fallen open when he'd sat in his easy chair and she could feel his chest hairs against her side. She could also feel his growing erection under her thigh as he amused himself by playing with her bare brown breasts.
"I think I'm ready to enjoy you again before the afternoon is over," said Mister Stanley. "Hop down and go into the bedroom."
"Yes, sir," blushed Julia.
The colored girl slipped off of the white man's lap and started towards the bedroom. Julia loved the words Mister Stanley used. She wanted to be something for him to enjoy; an instrument of sexual pleasure. The negro teen made sure to put some wiggle in her walk as she made her way across the living room carpet.
Julia waited by the bed as Mister Stanley entered the bedroom behind her. He let his robe fall to the floor and lay on his back in the bed. The black girl was delighted to see that his cock was standing tall already. She loved the physical reactions she brought out in him.
"Climb up and sit on my lap, girl," ordered the white man.
Bashfully, Julia obeyed. She felt very exposed this way, sitting naked across the white man's lap. Mister Stanley's hard cock was pressing against her crotch. Her pussy was still sore from her deflowering earlier. However, she couldn't keep herself from pressing herself down against his dick and rocking on it, enjoying the pressure on her sex.
"Seems like you're ready for more, too," Mister Stanley smiled.
"I'm always ready for more, sir," said Julia. "Any time you want me you kin have me, Massa."
"Damn, you're a hottie, Julia," he told her. "It's hard to believe you have so little experience. You know just what to do and say to get me fired up. You're like the perfect slave girl."
"Thank you, Massa," blushed Julia.
The naked colored girl pressed her pussy against the older white man's erection and smiled. Julia was happy that Mister Stanley appreciated all the little things she took such great care in doing. She loved being his perfect slave girl and wanted to please him as much as she could.
Respectfully calling him sir and being instantly obedient made Julia's pussy tingle. Seeing Mister Stanley's reaction when she called him master had encouraged her to go even further and call him massa, as if she really were his old time negro slave girl. It may have all been mere fantasy, but the words made it more real for both of them and certainly added to her own enjoyment, too.
"Now take my dick and stick it in your hole, girl," instructed the white man.
Mister Stanley watched as Julia grabbed his cock and guided the head to her soaking wet pussy. Her vagina was still sore and tender but she still craved penetration.
"Lower yourself down on it," he ordered. "Take it all like a good slave."
Slowly, Julia lowered herself down on Mister Stanley's cock. It hurt and felt good at the same time as the negro impaled herself on his stiff member. Her pussy was stretched and filled more and more the further down she went.
This position, sitting on top of Mister Stanley, was far more exposed than when she'd been on her back underneath him. Now he could see absolutely everything. Embarrassing as it was, it was also even better in some ways. She loved the idea of pleasing him visually as well as physically. She could see the jungle fever simmering in his eyes.
"Now start humping, girl," commanded Mister Stanley.
"Yes, Massa," replied Julia softly.
Julia lifted herself up until she could only feel the head of Mister Stanley's cock inside her. Then she lowered herself back down. Up. Down. Up. Down.
"Faster, slave," he ordered. "Stroke me off with your pussy."
Her breasts flopping with each stroke, Julia sped up until she was practically just bouncing up and down on Mister Stanley's shaft. She could feel the perspiration beading up on her naked brown body and sweat dripping down her face.
All the while Julia labored, Mister Stanley lay there and watched her, clearly enjoying every moment of it. The colored girl smiled as she reflected on her belief that this was exactly how it should be and just the way she wanted it. She liked working hard to please her master because it proved her devotion to him. Just like a real slave. A perfect slave, as he'd called her.
In the same vein, the soreness Julia felt in her tender pussy was further proof of her devotion. Even though it hurt, she didn't slacken her pace and continued vigorously bouncing up and down on her master's cock.
Somewhere inside her, Julia could feel an orgasm building. Pleasure was starting to overwhelm the pain and she started humping even faster. The black teenager was rapidly approaching the point of no return when she remembered her master's instructions.
"I'm gonna cum!" she whimpered desperately. "Please, sir, kin I? Please, Massa?"
Mister Stanley grinned broadly before answering his slave girl's plea.
"You may," he allowed. "But don't stop humping, girl. Slaves please their masters, not the other way around. You're cumming for my pleasure, not yours. Got it?"
"Yes, sir," gasped Julia. "I got it... I'm cummin' for you, sir..."
Julia felt her pussy convulse as her climax hit. The strength of it surprised her, but she kept fucking Mister Stanley's cock. It was as if she were a machine that was able to keep working through it all. She'd become some kind of sex thing and that realization just made her cum even harder.
"Oh!" she cried as she continued bouncing up and down. "Oh, sir!"
"That's it," rasped Mister Stanley. "Cum for me, girl... Now get ready to take it...."
Her orgasm had been subsiding when suddenly Julia felt a blast of hot semen in her vagina. No sooner had Mister Stanley shot his load into the negro girl, than she felt herself cumming again.
"Kin I cum again, sir?" panted Julia. "I can't help it, sir..."
"Yeah," Mister Stanley replied breathlessly, "please do. Fuck..."
"Ahhh!" exclaimed the black teenager. "Oh! Oh!"
The spasms in her cunt were uncontrollable. It was as if Julia's pussy had a mind of its own, squeezing and milking the seed out of Mister Stanley's dick. This must be what animals feel like, she thought. It was incredible.
Julia could feel his cock softening inside her even as her vagina continued throb. Finally, she leaned forward and rested her body on Mister Stanley's chest, exhausted. This was unlike any orgasm she'd ever experienced before. She felt his arms go around her.
After a few minutes, Julia had calmed down. She was drenched in sweat and her pussy ached with a soreness that actually felt good. She knew she'd served her master well. Mister Stanley shifted underneath her and she took that as a hint to roll off of him. She slipped down beside him, still pressed up close.
"You're like a wild animal, girl," smiled Mister Stanley. "To think I was afraid I'd be too rough on you. I bet you could take even more."
"Yes, sir," replied Julia. "I like bein' a animal for you, sir. I like takin' it from you. I love bein' your slave."
"I wish this summer would go on forever, Julia," he sighed. "I'll miss seeing you."
"I'll still come an' see you," she said. "I won't have much time, but I'll still come by. I kin come before school if you want. An' I kin come by before I go home."
"I'd love that, girl," said Mister Stanley. "Actually, just thinking about seein' you in your school uniform has me goin' again!"
"Well...," Julia started, "I don't have no uniform... I just go to regular high school. We don't have uniforms or anything like that."
"Too bad," smiled the silver haired man. "You'd look so cute in one."
"What would it look like?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know...," he mused. "A nice skirt with a white blouse... White socks. White panties... It would go great with your hair the way it is now. I love the braids. I guess nobody wears stuff like that for school any more."
"Not at any school I went to," Julia agreed.
"It's almost four, girl," said Mister Stanley. "You better get dressed."
"Yes, sir," said Julia.
Julia slipped out of the bed and slowly headed towards the bedroom door. Mister Stanley followed her out to the living room where the colored girl put her sun dress on over her head. Once she had the garment on, she looked into his eyes.
"I'm never gonna forget this day, sir," she told him. "Thank you for what you done for me."
"I won't forget it either, Julia," he replied. "You're a very special kind of girl."
Julia blushed.
"Bye, sir," she said.
Mister Stanley stepped up to Julia and kissed her on the lips.
"Good bye,," he told her. "I'll see you on Monday."
Feeling emotional now, Julia reached for the door knob and turned it. She'd entered this room a girl a few hours earlier. She was leaving it a woman. Before she could open the door she felt her dress lifted. The cool room air blew on the dampness between her legs and on the insides of her thighs.
"Magnificent...," said Mister Stanley before dropping the hem of the dress.
Opening the door, Julia let herself out into the hallway and hurried down the steps to her apartment. Happily, her mother wasn't home yet.
Julia knew that she reeked of sex. It was far stronger than the scent in her room after a vigorous masturbation session. Brenda would ask embarrassing questions if Julia didn't take a shower before her mother got home.
The hot water felt good on her naked body and Julia wished she could linger for a long time in the shower. When she washed her pussy, it was still sore and tender to the touch. Even though it hurt, she got pleasure from putting pressure on it as she rubbed it with her hand. It was a good kind of hurt. It was the kind of hurt a slave felt when she'd served her master well.
When she heard the front door close, Julia knew that Brenda was home. She hurried to rinse off and get dry. She'd brought shorts and a tee shirt in with her, so she dressed before she came out. Her mother was just getting off the phone as she walked into the living room.
"Darla's comin' by for dinner tonight, Julia," said Brenda. "Seems she got a date on Saturday an' can't make it then."
"A date?" asked Julia. "Somebody new?"
"I dunno," replied Brenda. "I know she'll tell us all about it when she gits here."
Julia was already feeling a little awkward around Brenda, knowing what she'd been doing earlier without her mother having the slightest clue. The girl had just crossed the biggest threshold of her life and couldn't tell anyone about it. Having Darla visit would be a welcome relief and give her something else to focus on.
* * *
After dinner, Julia, Brenda, and Darla settled down in the living room. The television only served as background noise.
"What a day I've had," Darla was saying. "Ever since Mister Newcombe took a interest in me, the other girls at work been actin' stuck up around me."
"Mister Newcombe?" asked Brenda. "That's who you got a date with tomorrow? That white man you was tellin' me about?"
"That's right," said Darla. "He's one of the loan officers at the bank. He started talkin' to me an' shit an' them other bitches been actin' like there's somethin' wrong with me jus' 'cause he's white an' ol' enough to be my daddy. They's jus' jealous, that's all."
Julia's ears perked up when she heard how old Darla's new boyfriend was. From the sound of it, Mister Newcombe must be about the same age as Mister Stanley.
"Jus' how ol' is he?" asked Brenda, surprised.
If her mother was taken aback by her sister going out with a man old enough to be her daddy, what would she think about her daughter with a man old enough to be her grandfather? Not as his girlfriend, either, but as his slave.
"I's thinkin' how I got a handsome white man havin' the hots for me, that's what I's thinkin'!" laughed Darla. "Jus' cause he got gray hair don't mean nothin'. He likes takin' me out an' showin' me off! An' I ain't mind takin' him home an' give him a little brown sugar, if you know what I mean! He can't git enough o' my sweet black ass!"
"Darla!" exclaimed Brenda. "Don't be talkin' that way in front of Julia! She's jus' a chil'! She shouldn't be hearin' that kind of talk!"
"A chil'!" replied Darla, astounded. "Julia is sixteen years old! Hell, she's legal in this state! She ain't no chil' no more. She's almost a woman."
Julia blushed as the two sisters argued. If they only knew, she thought. She was a woman as of that very morning.
"It's okay, Mama," said Julia. "This ain't nothin' I don't know 'bout already. What's wrong with goin' out with somebody way older, anyways?"
"It ain't that there's anythin' wrong wit' it...," replied Brenda, flustered. "It's jus'... You'll un'erstan' when you're older."
"What's there to un'erstan'?" asked her older sister. "If I'm happy an' he's happy, then what the fuck?" Darla grinned suggestively. "Maybe I like havin' a white daddy. 'specially one who got the jungle fever for me so bad!"
Julia was pretty sure that Darla was teasing Brenda now and purposely trying to get her younger sister flustered. Nevertheless, the thought of having a white daddy with jungle fever had her pussy twitching. She'd never really thought about Mister Stanley in that light before. But she certainly was now...
"All right, Dee," said Brenda. "Now you're jus' bustin' my ass. We're gonna miss our show if you keep it up."
The movie the women wanted to watch didn't interest Julia and it was clear that the interesting part of the conversation was over. The teenager excused herself to her bedroom and began rummaging through her closet. She was certain that she had something resembling the school uniform that Mister Stanley had described and she wanted to find it so she could wear it for him on the first day of school.
* * *
It was past eleven and Julia had turned the lights out in her room and gone to bed. She hoped that her mother and aunt would pick up their previous conversation if they thought she'd gone to sleep. She didn't have long to wait.
"I'm tellin' you, Bren," Darla was saying, "Julia's grown now. It's 'bout time you started treatin' her that way. It won't be long 'fore she's got a boyfriend. I's su'prised she ain't got one already."
"That girl spent the whole summer wit' her nose buried in one book or another," said Brenda. "She ain't even thinkin' 'bout datin' or nothin' like that."
"No way she ain't thinkin' 'bout men," Darla responded. "When you was her age you was doin' more 'n thinkin' 'bout 'em. You was doin' somethin' 'bout it!"
"I know what you sayin', Dee," said Brenda. "But havin' you go on 'bout havin' some "white daddy" likin' yo' "sweet black ass" is jus' goin' too far!"
"Is it?" asked Darla. "I seen that buildin' manager man o' yours. He ain't ol' 'nough to be yo' daddy, but he's close. An' I bet he likes yo' ass jus' fine. Tell me I's lyin'!"
"That was different," Brenda objected. She started to smile sheepishly. "He did have the jungle fever, didn't he?"
Julia felt a tingle between her legs at the memory of Mister Greene and how Brenda had passively allowed him to have his way with her body. She remembered the look on that white man's face. He'd had the jungle fever all right. Just like her own Mister Stanley.
"He had it bad, girl," laughed Darla. "He looked all disappointed when he saw you ain't alone. He wanted to git hisself some poontang. That's fo' sho'!"
"He ain't the only one," said Brenda quietly. "Don't you breath a word o' this, girl, but there's this man at the nursin' home where I work."
"A doctor?" asked Darla.
"No," replied Brenda. "A resident... A old gentleman."
"How old?" Darla wanted to know.
"He gotta be more 'n seventy...," speculated Brenda. "I was takin' his dinner dishes away one day an' felt him pinch me right on my ass! I ain't think the ol' man had it in him! He tol' me how he liked 'em big 'n dark 'cause they got the sweetest juice!"
"Oh, what a sweet talker!" laughed Darla.
"You're jokin', but I liked it" said Brenda. "Next time I came in there I made sure to stand close to the bed an' let him have his fun. I ain't have long to wait! That ol' man pinched me again an' when I turned 'round, he was all grinnin' an' I swear he had a hard on pokin' up the sheets!"
"No way!" exclaimed Darla.
"Oh, yes, he did!" replied Brenda. "I don't know what came over me, but I pulled the sheet down an' took a look. He was still smilin' an' he weren't shamed none at all. He ain't say nothin', so I jus' put the sheet back over him an' finished up in his room."
"I'm su'prised you didn't go 'head an suck it!" Darla told her. "Goin' for older men seems to run in the family!"
If only Darla knew how right she was, though Julia.
"Anybody coulda walked in on us," explained Brenda, "or I woulda done it. A few days later I gotta give him a bath. When I got to washin' his dick it got all hard again. He didn't say nothin', but I could tell he was likin' it, so I jus' kept rubbin' on it 'til he nutted. He still didn't say nothin' an' I didn't, neither."
"I been taken care o' him that way now for months," Brenda continued. "I even sucked him off a few times, too. Seems to do him a world o' good, too. Doctor thinks it's the treatments he's gittin', an' he's right 'bout that... It jus' ain't the treatment he thinks it is!"
"Ain't nothin' like gittin' some to perk a man up!" said Darla. "Look, Bren, I better git along home now. I'll call you after I git home from Mister Newcombe... Prob'ly on Sunday!"
"Dinner an' breakfast date in one," laughed Brenda. "That's you, all right, Dee!"
Darla went home and Brenda went to bed. Julia lay awake in bed wondering what it was about the women in her family that made them want to serve white men. Her pussy was still sore from the service she'd performed herself earlier that day, but it was a good kind of sore.
* * *
By the time Monday morning rolled around, Julia was ready. She'd managed to find a white button up blouse, a dark gray skirt, white socks, and white panties. It was just like the school girl outfit that Mister Stanley had described to her and she couldn't wait to go up and show it off to him on her way to school.
Julia fixed her hair up in two long braids and dressed as she waited for Brenda to go off to work. No sooner had her mother left the apartment than the teenager was out the door and up the stairs knocking on Mister Stanley's door.
When he opened it, Julia saw his jaw drop. Mister Stanley obviously liked what he saw. He kept his eyes on her as she walked past him into the apartment.
"I thought you said you didn't have uniforms at your school," he said. "That sure looks like one to me. And a nice one, too!"
"We don't," she told him. "I had these clothes already. I wore 'em for you, sir. I'm glad you like it."
"I sure do," smiled Mister Stanley. "You're so cute and hot at the same time!"
"Thank you, sir," blushed Julia. "I hope it's okay I don't git undressed. I kin only stay a few minutes before I go to school, but I wanted you to see me first. I'll have a little more time after school before my mother gits home."
"I'm glad you did, girl," replied Mister Stanley. "Turn around. Slowly."
"Yes, sir," said Julia.
Even though she couldn't see his face while she turned around, Julia could feel Mister Stanley's eyes on her. Of course, she wanted him to look and enjoy what he saw. After all, that was why she wore the school girl outfit for him. Happily, it was having the desired effect! Too bad she only had a few minutes to stay.
"Very nice, indeed," said Mister Stanley. "You can't imagine what a pleasure it is to have a sweet school girl stop by in the morning. Gets the day started right!"
"I wish I could stay longer," Julia told him. "And I can't wait 'til after school so I kin come back an' see you. I better git goin' now, sir."
"All right," allowed Mister Stanley. "I'll see you this afternoon, then."
"Bye, sir," said Julia.
When she reached for the knob, Julia hesitated before turning it. And, as always, she felt her skirt lifted as Mister Stanley took one last look at her ass. Or, at least her panties. He surprised her by yanking them down to her knees, baring her bottom. The way he took such liberties with her always got the teenager's juices flowing. She loved how free he felt to use her body for his pleasure.
Mister Stanley rubbed Julia's bare black ass sending a shiver through the teenager's legs. This was different, she thought. She couldn't remember him touching her like this before on her way out the door.
Suddenly, Julia felt Mister Stanley's hand in the middle of her back, making her bend at the waist and push her ass out more to keep her balance. The colored girl's heart raced as she waited for what he'd do next.
Putting his hands on Julia's hips, Mister Stanley held her firmly. Julia was startled when she felt his erection poking against her now soaking cunt. In a single thrust, he was inside her, stretching her young pussy out with his thick cock. The negro school girl gasped at the suddenness of it.
Julia put her hands against the closed front door in order to brace herself as the silver haired man pounded into her. It was all she could do to stay on her feet. The way he'd just taken her and started fucking her with such ferocity had her quickly on the brink of orgasm. A few more strokes was all it would take to push her over the top.
Just as Julia was about to speak up and ask for permission to cum, Mister Stanley grunted and ejaculated into her vagina. The teenager could feel the old man's hot sperm shoot deep inside her. He remained motionless afterwards, his cock still in her pussy. She felt his erection soften and slip out.
Mister Stanley admired his handiwork for a moment. Semen oozed out of Julia's pussy hole and dripped down the insides of her thighs. She felt him pull her panties back up and put her skirt back over her bottom.
"I'll see you again after school, girl," said Mister Stanley as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"Yes, sir," replied Julia, still breathing heavily.
He was through, it seemed, and he considered this just an extended version of his usual peek under the dress as she left. Straightening up, Julia reached for the door knob and turned it. She let herself out into the hallway. In fact, only a few minutes had ticked by since she'd arrived and now she was leaving with a pussy full of cum and still aching for its own release.
Julia decided to take the elevator down to the lobby to make sure she didn't miss the bus that would take her to the high school. She could feel the squishy wetness between her legs with each step she took. Once she was on the elevator, she was certain she could smell the aroma of her freshly fucked pussy and blushed.
At the same time, Julia was extremely horny and wished she had time to stop by her apartment and relieve herself. Unfortunately, she'd just have to do without and remain in this heightened state of sexual arousal until it wore off or she returned home.
The metro bus she rode to school was crowded and Julia was certain that everyone on it could tell what she'd been doing. It was very embarrassing. She couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened and her pussy was still throbbing.
* * *
At the high school, Julia exchanged pleasantries with her classmates as if nothing special had happened that morning or over the summer. It was during lunch that she caught up with Laura, a girl she'd had several classes with the previous year. She was one of the few white students that she shared anything personal with.
"Julia!" Laura called out. "Over here!"
Laura was seated at a cafeteria table by herself. Julia carried her lunch tray over the blonde girl's table.
"Hi, Laura," Julia said as she sat down.
"What's with the outfit?" asked Laura. "You look like you're going to private school."
"I dunno," replied Julia. "Just something I had in the closet..."
"You'll never believe what happened to me on summer vacation!" gushed Laura, changing the subject. "I met this boy!"
"From school?" asked Julia.
"No, at the beach where we went this summer," Laura answered. "He's older... Seventeen... And so handsome! Right before we had to come home, he even kissed me!" The blonde girl lowered her voice and looked around to make sure no one else was listening. "I even let him feel me up. I felt so nasty! It was only a few days ago, too. Can you believe it? Just last Friday this older boy actually was gropin' on my titties. Under my bra!"
"Wow...," replied Julia, trying to act shocked.
Laura continued to describe the events that led up to the momentous occasion as the black girl smiled and nodded. The blonde teenager thought she was confessing a shocking secret to her friend. There was no way she could know that compared to Julia's activities, her own were pretty tame, bordering on cute.
Julia knew there was no way she could share her own experiences with Laura. She, too, had met an older man. However, he hadn't seen seventeen for almost forty years. The negro girl hadn't simply let him feel her up. She'd given him her body and he'd used her completely as a man uses a slave. Even as they spoke, her master's cum was soaking the crotch of her panties.
"Don't worry, Julia," Laura was saying. "You'll get a boyfriend of your own. You're so pretty... You just have to be more willing to talk to them..."
Laura meant well, thought Julia. But, she couldn't tell her that at the moment, she was a black slave girl with a master. School boys didn't really interest her.
* * *
After school, Julia didn't even stop by at her apartment. Instead, she just rode the elevator all the way up to the fifth floor and knocked on Mister Stanley's door. He opened it and stood to one side to let the negro girl in.
Without a word, Julia stripped off the school girl outfit and stood in the display position. Mister Stanley beamed with satisfaction at the sight of his colored slave showing off her naked body for his pleasure. After squeezing her breasts, his hand went between her legs.
Moaning softly, Julia trembled at his touch and was instantly on fire. Coming so close to orgasm that morning without actually achieving it had left the teenager hyper-sensitive. Mister Stanley smiled at her reaction.
"I see you're nice and wet, girl," he observed. "Have you been that way all day?"
"Yes, sir," replied Julia. "I been waitin' to come back here to you so you kin do it to me, Massa. I been wantin' it bad."
"Didn't get enough this morning?" smiled Mister Stanley.
"I always want more, sir," said Julia bashfully. "You know how girls like me are."
"I certainly do," agreed Mister Stanley. "You're just the way I like. Get on your knees."
Her clit jumping, Julia knelt at the white man's feet. Mister Stanley unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his knees. His cock was already hard.
"Open up," he ordered.
Julia opened her mouth and looked down. She wouldn't be getting fucked, it seemed. Her master had other ideas. Mister Stanley stepped forward, his erection hitting the side of her face. He took his cock and pushed it into the negro's open mouth. She obediently closes her lips around it and started sucking.
"That's the way...," said Mister Stanley. "Just take it like a good girl."
Her cheeks puffed out from having her mouth filled with his cock, Julia looked up into the white man's face. He smiled down at her as she slurped on his dick. Mister Stanley reached down and took hold of her braids, one in each hand, and started bucking his hips.
Now, this was the way a white man used a colored slave, thought Julia. Just grab her by the hair and fuck her in the face. She felt completely objectified and used. It was humiliating, but she could tell her pussy was buzzing.
She thought of her friend Laura and what the white girl would think of what she was taking from Mister Stanley right now. The blonde thought of herself as a naughty girl for letting a boy feel her up. And here, Julia was allowing her face to be used as cock receptacle. A fuck hole for an older man to use to get his rocks off.
It was such a nasty thought that it made Julia want to touch herself. Her arms were at her side as she knelt on the floor, passively taking Mister Stanley's dick in her mouth. She let her hands drift between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She felt like a slut masturbating while she was used in such a degrading way.
"Go ahead and play with yourself, slave," said Mister Stanley huskily. "I know you can't help it."
Embarrassed at being caught, she was still happy to hear that he approved of what she was doing. Mister Stanley had a good grip on Julia's braids and face fucked her a little harder. The teenager gagged a little when the older man pushed his dick almost to the back of her throat. In spite of that and the fact he was pulling her hair, she kept rubbing her clit and felt herself getting close.
"Get ready to take it," he gasped. "Fuck!"
Julia gagged again when she felt Mister Stanley cum in her mouth. He pulled out and continued to ejaculate in her face, his hand still tightly holding her braids. She could feel the thick warm liquid on her cheek and forehead. It was all she could take.
"Kin I cum, Massa?" she begged. "Please, kin I?"
"Yes, slave girl," Mister Stanley allowed. "Go ahead and cum for me."
"Oh!" cried Julia, her hand rubbing fast between her legs, sperm dripping off her face. "Oh! Oh!"
She couldn't remember when she'd cum so hard from masturbating. Julia wasn't even in a very comfortable position, kneeling on the carpet. However, being used so forcefully in such a degrading way had made her feel like a real slave. Taking Mister Stanley's load in the face was the final straw that sent her over the edge.
As she calmed down, Julia started to look around the room. The clock showed that it was after four o'clock already. Brenda would be home soon if she wasn't home already.
"Kin I get dressed now, sir?" she asked sweetly, cum running down her cheek. "My mother's gonna be home any second."
"Yes, you better get going, girl," said Mister Stanley. "Thanks for stopping by."
Loving the normalcy of his words in the face of what had just taken place, Julia quickly put her clothes back on. She was about to turn to the door when Mister Stanley stopped her, holding out a box of tissues.
"You better wipe your face off first," he told her.
"Thanks," blushed Julia.
Her face now free of cum, Julia started to open the door. She wasn't surprised to feel her skirt lifted. This time, Mister Stanley only pulled her panties down far enough to bare her brown ass. There'd be no repeat of this morning's goodbye fucking.
Mister Stanley pulled Julia's panties back up, letting the waistband snap back before releasing the hem of her skirt. The teenager let herself out into the hallway and headed down the stairs. She managed to get back into her apartment just before her mother's arrival.
* * *
The fall months went on this way with Julia stopping by Mister Stanley's apartment before school. Frequently she'd end up sitting in class with his seed leaking out of her teenaged pussy and soaking her panties. She loved how she was able to continue to serve her master despite the limited time available.
After school was the same, too. Julia would present herself to Mister Stanley for inspection and the white man would enjoy her young brown body, almost always resulting in her getting a second load of cum in her pussy, mouth, or face.
One afternoon, Mister Stanley sat the naked high school girl in his lap after taking a leisurely look at her ample charms.
"It looks like I'll be coming out of retirement," he told her. "They need me to work on one of the systems I helped build years ago."
"That's good, right?" she asked.
"In the sense that I'm not finished as an engineer, yes," replied Mister Stanley. "But, the job is a couple thousand miles away and could last for a few years."
Julia got an empty feeling in her stomach. She knew that her relationship with Mister Stanley couldn't last forever, but she hadn't given it much more thought than that.
"When are you goin'?" asked Julia.
"This weekend," he told her. "It came up suddenly and they didn't give me much time. I've got to be there on Monday. I'll come back to visit when I can."
"I wish I could come with you," said Julia. "Maybe when I graduate."
"That'd be great," agreed Mister Stanley. "It isn't easy leaving my slave girl behind."
* * *
Julia kept going up to Mister Stanley's apartment every day that week before and after school. She wanted to make the most of the time remaining and continue to serve her master as well as she could. He kept the goodbye short and sweet.
The rest of the semester went by uneventfully. Julia missed Mister Stanley and her daily visits to his apartment. She couldn't imagine serving another man, but at the same time she was certain she would do so eventually. It was what she had to do because it was just her nature. She knew that it was what she was meant to do.
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