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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
Spring semester of her senior year had Julia excited. Eighteen now, she was looking forward to graduating from high school and moving on to college. Finally, she'd be somewhere where she could meet people other than the kids at East Side High.
That wasn't to say that there weren't one or two of her classmates that Julia found interesting. After Danny, her master and boyfriend, moved away she came to know his best friend Mike better. The pudgy red headed boy was awkward around her, but his lust for her made the black high school girl feel good. The fact that he was the only one who knew her secret and had kept it to himself, made her comfortable enough around him that she could relax and let him use her however he pleased.
Mike had turned out to be filled with nasty desires and took special delight in having Julia do particularly degrading things. The colored girl was surprised and a little ashamed to find just how much being made to humiliate herself aroused her. Having to strip naked in the woods, being made to squat and piss on the ground, and even letting his fifteen year old brother Sean use her had only served to turn her on, despite the extreme embarrassment of the situation.
Their get-togethers up until now had been few and far between owing the lack of private places to go. Mike's dad hadn't gone away from home long enough for them to use his condo and it was still too cold to comfortably do it in the woods. So, when Mike told Julia that his father would be out of town overnight, she quickly let her mother know that she'd be visiting a friend after school and would be home late.
* * *
The two teenagers rode the bus downtown from school and transferred over to one that would take them to the condominium that had been the site of several trysts between the two. It had been several weeks since their last brief sexual encounter and a few months since the last visit to Mike's dad's place, where Julia had met Mike's younger brother Sean, and was thoroughly used by both boys.
Once they arrived at Mike's dad's place, Mike led the way upstairs to his bedroom. Julia followed behind, her pussy already tingling in anticipation of what the pudgy white boy would want to do with her.
"Get your clothes off," he told her as she entered his room.
Blushing with embarrassment, Julia dropped her book bag and started to unbutton her blouse. She liked the way that Mike had so quickly become comfortable taking charge. She also liked how he seemed to have no inhibitions about having her do humiliating things.
With Danny, Julia felt that her former master had held back sometimes, likely out of concern for what she'd think of him for wanting her to do particularly nasty things. Mike didn't seem to care what she thought about his interests. He knew what he wanted and got straight to it.
Her blouse off, Julia removed her bra. Mike stared at her bare tits, watching them sway as she unzipped the skirt she was wearing, letting it drop to the floor. Her panties came next, and the white boy feasted his eyes on her hairless pussy.
After a short while, Julia bent down and unzipped the boots she was wearing, kicking them off. Finally, she took off her socks. Now naked, she waited for Mike's next instruction. She knew he enjoyed just looking at her nude body and running his hands over it, lingering on the female parts of her anatomy.
Laura, as well as some other girls Julia had spoken with, expressed a disgusted annoyance with boyfriends who seemed only interested in their bodies. They complained about the way guys went straight for trying to feel them up or getting a hand under their skirts.
The colored girl was under no illusions that her own love of having her body lusted after and used was not normal. Julia also knew that those other girls would think she was a slut for letting boys like Mike do as the pleased with her. Sometimes, she felt a little ashamed of how much she enjoyed it, but she couldn't help what she liked.
Mike stepped up to Julia and took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them hard. It hadn't taken long for him to figure out that he could be rough with her tits, groping and twisting them, and she'd never complain so he handled them accordingly. Even though it hurt sometimes, the negro girl loved knowing that a white boy was enjoying her fully and was happy to take it.
Bending down, Mike started sucking on Julia's tits. A moment later, she felt his hand between her legs and a finger going into her pussy. He'd gotten less clumsy with practice doing this, but there was still no doubt in her mind that this was all for him. The pudgy white boy was unconcerned with giving the colored girl any pleasure. It was total use, just the way she wanted it.
After a minute or so of eagerly enjoying Julia's body, Mike straightened up and undid his pants, letting them fall to his knees.
"Get up on the bed," he ordered her. "Ass up."
Julia climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to the the white boy. Mike got up behind her and slipped his cock into her wet pussy and started banging into her. The brief grope session was all the foreplay the negro girl was going to get. The pudgy red headed boy liked to get right to business as soon as his dick was hard.
Objectifying and humiliating as this may have been, Julia was quickly feeling the beginnings of an orgasm. Perhaps she'd just gotten used to the short time between the start and end of Mike's couplings with her and trained her body to respond quickly. However, she knew it was more likely the case that she simply got off on this kind of treatment.
Suddenly, the sound of the front door closing could be heard from downstairs. They were no longer alone. Mike stopped thrusting in mid-stroke and listened intently. Julia could feel his cock shrinking inside her even as her pussy had started twitching in anticipation of her climax.
"Shit," breathed Mike. "Somebody's here..."
Mike got off the bed and pulled his pants up. He went to the doorway and stepped into the hallway. Julia remained on her elbows and knees, ass in the air and legs spread, her pussy glistening with wetness. Could his younger brother be here, she wondered. To her shame, she hoped it was. Having both boys use her had been an experience she wanted to repeat.
"Sean?" called Mike. "Is that you?"
"Michael?" came the reply from a voice clearly too old to be Mike's fifteen year old brother.
"Dad?" Mike called back, his voice cracking.
Julia's stomach flopped over and her throat went dry. She climbed out of the bed and picked up her clothes.
"Of course it's me," said Mike's dad. "What are you doin' here? Don't tell me your mom is actin' up again."
Mike looked back into the bedroom.
"Get dressed fast," said Mike. "I'll go downstairs an' keep him down there. Come down when you're ready, but hurry it up... Shit..."
Stepping out into the hallway, Mike headed down the stairs. Julia hurriedly put her clothes back on and walked downstairs.
Mike was sitting on the couch when Julia arrived in the living room. Seated opposite him, in the easy chair, was his father. Both looked at her as she walked over to stand next to the pudgy white boy.
Mister Kelty was a middle aged man, perhaps forty five years old. He had a thinning black hair, combed over in a futile attempt to cover his balding head. Even more so that his son, the father had considerable girth. He was wearing a gray suit with a white shirt and a red necktie.
"Dad, this is Julia...," said Mike, by way of introduction.
"Julia, eh?" smiled Mister Kelty, his eyes roving over the black girl's body. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too, sir," Julia replied bashfully.
"You never told me you had a girlfriend, Mike," said Mister Kelty, his gaze still directed at Julia, the hint of a smile on his face. "You're doin' okay for yourself."
"Dad!" complained Mike. "She's not my girlfriend! She's... just a friend... Okay?"
"I see," his father responded dubiously, finally looking back towards his son. "So... Just what were you and your not girlfriend doin' here?"
"I... uh... we...," stammered Mike, "we were jus' gonna listen to some records... that's all... We jus' got here a few minutes ago..."
"Uh huh," said Mister Kelty. "You couldn't do this at home?"
"The records we wanted to hear are over here," Mike continued the lie. "So we had to come here."
"Okay," Mister Kelty said, still unsatisfied. "I didn't see your mom's car in the parking lot. How'd you get here?"
"We took the bus," answered Mike.
"You took the bus all the way over here to listen to records?" asked Mister Kelty, raising an eyebrow. "You'd have to change buses downtown! That's an awful long way..."
"Yeah, well...," mumbled Mike.
"I can tell this isn't goin' anywhere," said Mister Kelty. "Anyways, you're never gonna make it home in time for dinner if you take the bus. I suppose I'll have to drop you two off. Where do you live, Julia?"
"Jefferson Heights," replied Julia.
"I know where that is," said Mister Kelty, standing up. "Let's get goin'."
Mike and Julia walked ahead to the parking lot while Mister Kelty locked the front door. They stopped next to large gold colored two door Pontiac with a peeling vinyl top. A few years newer and the car would have been considered a luxury model. Now, it was definitely showing its age.
Mister Kelty climbed behind the wheel and unlocked the passenger door. Mike opened the door and pushed the front seat forward so he could climb in the back. As soon as he was sitting, his father pushed the seat back.
"You can ride up front with me, Julia," said Mister Kelty. "That way I won't feel like a taxi driver."
Julia sat in the front seat and put on her seat belt. Mister Kelty started the motor and drove out of the parking lot onto the street. They rode along in awkward silence all the way to Mike's mother's house.
Mike's father kept glancing over at Julia when he thought she wasn't looking, but she could see his reflection in the side window. Something about having Mister Kelty surreptitiously eyeing her had the colored girl's pussy tingling. She felt a little nasty for enjoying the older white man's clearly lecherous attentions.
They pulled over to the side of the street in front of Mike's mother's house. Julia got out of the car to let the pudgy white boy climb out of the back.
"See ya later, sport," said Mister Kelty.
"Bye, Dad," replied Mike. "Thanks for the ride. I'll see ya tomorrow, Julia."
"Bye," said Julia softly.
As she sat back down on the passenger seat, Julia felt her skirt ride up a bit, revealing a little more of her chocolate brown thigh. Embarrassed by her unintended exposure, she took a quick glance at Mister Kelty to see if he'd noticed. His eyes were fixed on her legs, causing the colored girl to blush. However, she made no move to push her skirt back down.
Turning his attention back to the road, Mister Kelty pulled away from the curb. Julia watched out the window as Mike was opening the door to the house.
"So, Julia...," started Mister Kelty. "You're in Mike's class at school, eh?"
"Yes, sir," answered Julia. "I'm a senior, too."
"A senior?" he repeated. "So... how old are you?"
"I just turned eighteen," she told him.
"Eighteen...," he said back, pondering.
Mister Kelty turned onto the main street. Julia wondered what he was thinking.
"I gotta tell you that I was a little surprised to see that Mike got a girl to come home with him...," Mister Kelty started the conversation again. "Especially if you're not his girlfriend or anything."
"No," said Julia. "We're just friends. We both were friends with Danny Schaefer. That's how I know him."
"Oh, yeah, Danny," said Mister Kelty. "Mike an' him were pretty good friends for years... Too bad he had to move all of a sudden."
"Yeah," agreed Julia.
The awkward silence returned as they continued down the street. As they approached Julia's apartment, she suddenly remembered that her book bag was back at Mike's dad's condo. She didn't want to put him out, but she had to have it back for school.
"Um, Mister Kelty?" she started hesitantly. "I... kinda... left my book bag back at your house..."
"Your book bag?" he asked. "Well, I guess we'll have to go get it."
Slowing down, Mister Kelty waited for a clear spot in the traffic to make a u-turn.
"I'm really sorry, sir," said Julia. "I can just take the bus home after I get it. I don't want you to go to any more trouble."
"Forget it," said Mister Kelty, glancing back at her. "I don't mind. It's not that far. I'll bring you back here."
"Thank you, sir," said Julia.
Once again, Julia saw the balding white man's eyes dart down to take in her legs. She blushed and looked out the window, pretending that she didn't notice. Her pussy tingled as Mister Kelty enjoyed the sight of her bare teenaged flesh. Looking back up, he saw an opening and turned the car around.
They drove along for several blocks before Mister Kelty spoke again.
"I'm not sure how to ask this right, but there's something I gotta know," said the white man.
"What's that?" asked the negro girl.
"What is it that had you goin' with Mike?" he asked. "I mean, he's a good kid an' everything... But, he's... not so good with girls. I don't think he's ever had a girlfriend."
"I'm not really his girlfriend," she answered.
"Yeah, you said that," he went on. "I should probably tell you that I know what you two were up to. I mean, I'm not dumb. I was a teenager once myself, and I know what it looks like when you get..., interrupted."
"Don't get me wrong, Julia. I'm not so old fashioned. I'm actually happy to see Mike getting some experience with a girl. I was afraid that kid would be a virgin until he was in his twenties at the rate he was going. Like his old man, he's not exactly good lookin' an' he's got his father's build, too. Not exactly what the ladies like...
"You're a really pretty girl. I bet lots of guys want to be with you. What I want to know, is why you'd be doin' that kind of stuff with Mike?
Julia wasn't sure how to answer. Any direct answer would confirm Mister Kelty's suspicions that she and Mike had been having sex. On the other hand, it didn't seem like he'd mind that so much. But, how to explain herself? She didn't know what to say and said nothing.
After a few more minutes, Julia saw that they had returned to Mister Kelty's condo complex. The car pulled into the parking lot.
"Is he doing school work for you?" asked Mister Kelty after he turned off the motor. "You know, writing a report or doin' your homework?"
"It's nothin' like that," answered Julia.
They walked to the front door. Mister Kelty opened it and let Julia in. He waited at the bottom of the stairs while she ran up to Mike's room and fetched her book bag.
When Julia returned, Mister Kelty made no move to open the door. He stood there, his eyes darting between her face and the rest of her body, paying special attention to her female attributes.
"Is it money?" he asked finally. "If it is, I understand... A girl who lives in Jefferson Heights isn't gonna be rich. The thing is, Mike doesn't even have a part time job..."
"No!" exclaimed Julia. "He doesn't give me any money!"
"Seriously, Julia," said Mister Kelty, "it's nothing to be ashamed of... You needed the money an' Mike... he needs some female companionship... Believe me, I know how that is. Payin' for it is about the only way I get anything these days."
"That's not it at all," said Julia. "I wouldn't take money from Mike."
"Okay...," Mister Kelty went on. "How about from me? It wouldn't be anything major... I'd love to have a look at you... That's all."
Was this really happening? Julia couldn't believe the way this was going. Was her classmate's father coming on to her? Even more shameful, was he offering her money for sex? Her pussy was positively buzzing now.
"I don't understand...," said Julia, her heart pounding.
"What's to understand?" smiled the white man. "Show me the goods an' I'll give you ten bucks. How's that?"
Julia wasn't sure if she should be offended or excited. Her head was thinking that it was an insult to have Mister Kelty think she would have sex for money like some kind of prostitute. However, she was experiencing a far different reaction between her legs. A white man wanted her bad enough to pay for it.
"I'm not a...," started Julia.
"Okay, twenty," Mister Kelty cut her off. "It's easy money, Julia... Better 'n what Mike must be givin' you. It'll only be for a few minutes. I won't even touch you. I promise."
"Twenty dollars?" asked Julia. "Um..., what do I have to do?"
"Nothing, really," answered Mister Kelty, relaxing now. "Just let me have a look at those tits of yours an' maybe that fine black ass you've got. I know you were jus' showin' it all off to Mike, so how about showin' his old man? Twenty bucks... Pretty good for a few minutes of your time. Wha' d'ya say?"
It felt funny thinking about taking money from Mike's dad to show herself off. Especially when Julia knew that if he'd just asked her without offering her money, she probably would have done it anyways. She certainly wouldn't have stopped him if he'd just taken matters in his own hands and started to undress her himself. Something about being paid for it made it nastier. Way nastier.
"Well...," said Julia shyly. "Okay."
Mister Kelty sat down in the easy chair and leaned back as if waiting for a show to begin. Julia put down her book bag and stood facing him. Slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse.
"Do you want me to take it off?" she asked. "Or just open it up?"
"Take it off," he answered. "And the bra."
"'kay," she replied softly.
Removing her blouse, Julia let it drop on top of her book bag. As she'd been instructed, the black girl unclasped her bra and took it off. Mister Kelty smiled broadly and drank in the sight of the negro's bare breasts.
"You've got pretty big tits for a high schooler," he observed. "Nice."
"Thank you, sir," blushed Julia.
Taking his eyes off of her breasts for a second, Mister Kelty looked Julia in the eyes and smiled. She quickly cast her eyes down. The white man's pants had a distinct bulge in the crotch. The teenaged girl smiled to herself. There was something about stirring that kind of reaction in a fully grown adult man that was more satisfying to her than in a boy.
"Sir, huh?" smiled Mister Kelty. "You're pretty formal for a girl stripping in a man's living room."
"I'm sorry...," replied Julia. "I'll stop if it bothers you."
"Oh, it doesn't bother me at all," he grinned. "I love it. Hold up your skirt. I want to see your panties."
"Yes, sir," said the black girl.
Reaching down and taking hold of the hem of her skirt, Julia raised it up high enough to show off her underwear as Mister Kelty had directed her. It was even more embarrassing to be exposing her panties this way than it would have been to simply remove the skirt, she realized. This way, it was like she was inviting him to look.
"Good girl," said Mister Kelty. "Pull your panties down and lift the skirt again."
"Yes sir," Julia said.
Dropping the skirt, Julia reached up under it and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She tugged them down to her knees before picking up the skirt and showing Mister Kelty her bare vagina. She could see his eyes grow wide as he realized she was shaved. She felt his reaction right where his gaze was fixed: her crotch.
"You shave your pussy?" he asked, a little surprised.
"Yes, sir," she told him. "I like how it feels."
"You're quite a slut, aren't you?" asked Mister Kelty, his eyes shining.
"Yes, sir," agreed Julia. "I'm a slut, sir."
"Turn around," he ordered her. "I wanna see your black ass."
As Julia obeyed Mister Kelty command, her panties slipped down to her ankles. She continued shuffling her feet until she was facing away from the white man. The negro girl could hear movement behind her, but couldn't see what he was doing.
"That's it...," said Mister Kelty. "Take the skirt off. I want you naked now."
Unzipping the zipper, Julia let the skirt fall to the floor. She bent over and pushed her panties off over her boots. Picking the skirt and panties up, she put them on top of her other clothing. She reached for the zipper on the side of the left boot.
"Stop," Mister Kelty said abruptly. "Leave the boots on. You look hot in them naked. Now spread those legs and bend over. As far as you can."
Moving her feet apart, Julia bent over. This was quite an embarrassing position for her, since she knew that Mike's dad could probably see everything. She could feel her ass cheeks spread and was certain he could even see her asshole.
"Spread further," he ordered her. "Don't forget, I'm payin' for the view."
"Yes, sir," she replied, her voice strained.
Julia worked her feet even further apart, almost to the point where she could no longer keep her balance.
"That's it, you black slut," rasped Mister Kelty. "Show me the goods."
Black slut? Julia felt his words right between her legs. Humiliated, she wondered how long she'd have to remain in this degrading position. On the other hand, she could tell that the white man was totally enjoying himself at her expense. The negro girl was determined to give him his money's worth and encourage him to go further. She slowly wiggled her ass at him. She could feel the breeze on her exposed pussy and knew she was soaked.
"Oh, you're a whore all right," said Mister Kelty. "You got all the moves... Jesus, you're fuckin' drippin' goo!"
Her face burning with shame, Julia continued her movements. Maybe she was a whore, she thought. A slutty whore who got off on shaking her naked ass for white men. Part of her wanted him to just stick his cock in her and do her.
"All right," he said at last. "That's enough... I'm not gonna be able to keep my word about touchin' you if you keep that up. Stand up an' turn around. I want another look at the front before we go."
Somewhat disappointed that it was over, Julia slowly straightened up and turned to face Mister Kelty. His face was flushed and his forehead was beaded with sweat, but his erection wasn't as obvious. The black girl figured he must have adjusted it in his pants while she was facing away from him.
"Damn, you're a fuckin' cock tease," said Mister Kelty, looking right at her. "You got me thinkin' all kinds of nasty shit. Eighteen... Jesus... I better stop."
Standing up, Mister Kelty's erection tented his trousers. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Opening it up, he produced two ten dollar bills. He held them out to Julia.
"Here's your money, whore," he said before releasing the money and letting it flutter to the floor. "Go down an' get it."
The bills fell behind Julia, so she had to turn around and bend over to pick them up. Picking up her money off the floor was immensely humiliating. He was rubbing her face in the fact she really was a whore now, taking money from a strange man in order to sexually gratify him. Once again, she was very aware of her wetness.
While she was bent down in that undignified position, Julia heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Her heart pounded.
"Stay like that, you black bitch," growled Mister Kelty. "Keep that fuckin' ass up where I can see it good."
"Yes, sir," whimpered Julia.
"That's right," rasped the white man. "Respect your better, whore."
Mister Kelty was breathing hard and his voice was labored. Julia remained bent over, the ten dollar bills on the floor in easy reach.
"Yes, sir," replied Julia softly. "I will, sir. I'm just a whore, sir. Just a nigger whore you paid for. A slutty black nigger whore."
"Fuck!" groaned Mister Kelty.
Suddenly, Julia felt warm wet drops of liquid spray on her bare back and ass. She'd already guessed that Mister Kelty was jerking off to her. Now, he'd shot his load onto her naked body. She would have preferred to be penetrated, but, however the white man wanted to use her was fine with her. After all, she thought, he'd paid for the pleasure.
"Put your clothes back on," ordered Mister Kelty after he zipped up his pants.
"Yes, sir," said Julia. "Right away, sir."
Standing up, Julia could feel the white man's semen running down her back. Since Mister Kelty hadn't told her to turn around, the negro girl remained facing away from him. She started putting her bra on, leaving her ass naked longer for him to look at. It wasn't until she'd put her blouse on and buttoned it that she put her panties on and pulled them up. The wet spots of cum soaked into the cotton material. Once she had her skirt on, she bent down to pick up the money, slipping it into her book bag.
* * *
Mister Kelty didn't speak during the ride to Jefferson Heights. Julia looked out the window and thought about what she'd just done. She'd taken money for sex. It didn't matter that he hadn't actually touched her. She knew what she was now and it was disgraceful. She was ashamed by how much it had turned her on at the time and how aroused she still was by it.
After pulling over to the curb in front of her apartment, Mister Kelty put the car in park. Julia reached for the door handle.
"You're okay, right?" he asked her. "What I said... It was just talk, you know?"
"I understand," she answered. "It's okay. Really."
"I know you're not Mike's girlfriend or anything," said Mister Kelty. "But, let's not say anything to him about... what happened..., okay?"
"Okay, sir," said Julia. "I won't."
"Thanks," he replied, smiling awkwardly.
Julia let herself out of the car and slowly walked towards her apartment building. Behind her, she heard Mister Kelty put the car in drive and pull out into traffic.
Walking across the courtyard, Julia realized that she was getting hungry. She hadn't really thought about dinner, assuming she and Mike would have something at his father's place. Having him come home unexpectedly had messed up those plans. She hoped that her mother had made enough for her to have something to eat, too.
Stepping off the elevator, Julia started to put her key in the lock on the apartment door when sounds coming from inside stopped her.
"Yeah, that's it, girl," came a muffled male voice from inside the apartment. "Suck it good... Now the tits... Let me see the tits..."
Pressing her ear against the door, Julia listened intently.
"I'm almost there...," said the voice, straining. "Oh, yeah.... In the face... Yeah... That's where it goes... All over your black face."
Surprised and shocked, Julia quickly stepped back from the door. Obviously, Brenda was taking advantage of having the apartment to herself for the evening and was "entertaining". The colored girl was certain that the voice belonged to Howard Greene, the building superintendent.
Howard still came around sometimes late at night when Brenda thought that her daughter was asleep. Julia knew from experience that the white man would make a hasty exit as soon as he'd gotten off, typically cumming in her mother's face.
Julia hurried to the stairs to get out of sight before Howard opened the door. She'd just managed to duck out of the hallway when the building superintendent stepped out of the apartment.
"I'll see ya later, Bren," he said.
Closing the door, Howard stepped briskly to the elevator and pushed the down button. The doors opened immediately since the car was still there from bringing Julia up. In a moment, he was gone.
Giving her mother some time, Julia waited for several minutes before returning to the apartment and letting herself in. Brenda was nowhere to be seen. Her bedroom door was closed. As she walked by on her way to her own room, the colored girl could hear the muffled buzzing sound and whimpering noises coming from inside.
Back in her room, Julia put down her book bag and unzipped the little compartment where she'd put the two tens. Twenty dollars for letting a white man look at her naked and jerk off on her. Sexually, it was hardly the most perverted thing she'd ever done. It wasn't even close. But still, even though she'd have done it for free, doing it for money was just so nasty.
Julia still remembered the time a few years ago when the building superintendent had offered to make things easier for her mother if she'd just be friendly with him. Even then, there was no doubt in Julia's young mind that Howard wanted sex in exchange for the rent. She also knew that Brenda was happy to have a white man interested in her that way and certainly would have done what he wanted for nothing.
Did that make her mother a whore? She didn't think so then and she didn't think so now.
Taking the folded bills out of her book bag, Julia wondered if she herself was a whore now as she looked at the two tens. She'd taken money for sex. That's what whores do, after all. Did it make a difference that she'd have done it anyways? Maybe not.
The teenager felt a little guilty because of the money and a little guilty because it was Mike's dad. But what really shamed Julia was how much the whole thing turned her on. Even now, she could feel her pussy tingling as she remembered bending over to pick the money up off the floor and feeling Mister Kelty ejaculating on her.
Figuring she still had a little time before Brenda would come out of her room, Julia lay on her bed, flipped her skirt up, and put her hand down her panties. Her pussy was soaked and her clit was swollen. The black girl masturbated and thought of what a nasty whore she was now. She came less than a minute later.
Somehow, Julia doubted that real prostitutes got so fired up from their work that they needed release after they'd finished a job. However, in this apartment, both her and her mother needed it so bad they couldn't wait to get it. She wasn't sure if that was better or worse.
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