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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 summer after she graduated from high school, Julia looked for a job so she could save up some money for while she was away at college. Her scholarship to Central State University would take care of her tuition, books, fees, and even her dorm room and meal plan. However, she knew she'd want some money for clothes and other things that weren't covered.
Julia saved up the money she made babysitting for Mister Kelty, almost a thousand dollars, so she wasn't exactly desperate. She had no experience and no desire to commit to more than just the summer, so her opportunities were pretty much limited to working in fast food places. She liked the idea of a job where she'd be serving people, especially white men. But, standing on the other side of a counter handing over burgers and fries didn't appeal to her in the least.
Finally, Julia found a job as a waitress in a truck stop diner. It seemed there was a lot of turn over so they were willing to take her on and train her, knowing full well she'd only be around until the end of August when she'd be heading off to Central State.
It worked out well for her because Franky's Diner was on the same bus route that went past her apartment even though it was at the far end of the line, near the freeway. The only drawback was that after she finished her week of training on the morning shift, Julia would actually be working the dinner shift from three in the afternoon until the diner closed at eleven o'clock at night.
Franky's Diner was a pretty standard looking truck stop diner. A one story brick building with large windows and a neon sign with "Franky's" emblazoned on it in script letters. It was right next door to a large gas station that featured special diesel pumps for fueling trucks. Beyond that was the north bound freeway on ramp. On the other side of the diner was a small motel, the Travel Inn.
Training went smoothly and Julia was happy to put her first paycheck in the bank. She also enjoyed wearing the waitress uniform they'd given her while riding to work. It was almost like a maid's uniform and it made her look and feel like a servant. Now and then she'd notice a white man looking at her and she'd imagine he was thinking about her serving him. It always made her blush and her pussy tingle.
Now, for the first time she was arriving for the late shift. The diner had a different crew in the afternoon than it had in the morning. There were two other waitresses already there from lunch time who'd stay until just after the dinner hour. As the newest employee, Julia would have to come in later and stay all the way until closing.
Julia walked through the dining room past the tables to the long counter with stools along it. Behind that was a window into the kitchen where the cook would put the orders up. Next to the window was a door. She went through it, looking for the cook, who was also the shift manager.
In the kitchen was the cook, black man in his early thirties. He had broad shoulders and little bit of paunch in his belly. He wore a mustache and his hair was a little thin on top.
"Hey there, sweet thang!" he smiled when he saw Julia approaching. "Franky tol' me there was a new girl comin' on the late shift, but he didn't tell me what a fine lady she was! I'm Eddie. Eddie Williams. I'm in charge 'round here at night. You gotta be Julia."
"Uh, yes," said Julia, a little taken aback by Eddie's greeting. "Thanks."
"Oh, bashful type, huh?" grinned Eddie. "That's okay, girl. You'll get used to things here at night. We get us a different crowd in here then. Breakfast an' lunch, them truckers is in an' out. At night, 'specially near closin', they prob'ly stayin' in their trucks or in the motel next door. They like to hang aroun' longer an' I know they gonna like havin' a sweet young thang like you takin' care of 'em."
"I hope so," replied Julia. "I don't know if Franky told you, but this is my first time workin' as a waitress. I wanna do a good job."
"Oh, you'll do fine, girl," said Eddie reassuringly. "Don't worry none 'bout that. If any of those boys give you any trouble, jus' let me know. Now, git on out there. Bernice 'll tell you which tables is yours."
"Okay, thanks, Eddie," said Julia.
Back in the dining room, Julia approached a large black woman who appeared to be in her mid to late thirties. Her waitress uniform top had the first two buttons unbuttoned and had a name tag that said "Bernice" pinned to it.
"Hi, I'm Julia," she said.
"So, you the new girl, huh?" said Bernice. "Glad to have you here. We been short handed 'round here for a while now. I guess you met Eddie. Don't let him bother you none. He's really okay. He jus' can't help himself around the ladies."
"Alice!" called Bernice. "Come on over here an' meet the new girl."
A slender negro girl who wasn't much older than Julia walked over to them.
"This is Julia," said Bernice. "She's the new girl doin' the late shift."
"Hey," said Alice. "I'm glad you here, Julia."
"Glad to be here," said Julia.
"Alice was doin' the late shift 'til now," Bernice explained.
"Yeah, now, I kin git outta here earlier!" said Alice. "But, it ain't so bad stayin' late. Some of them truckers kin start actin' a fool, but so long as you stay outta reach, you be okay."
"Really?" asked Julia.
"Don't pay her no mind, girl," said Bernice. "It ain't like they all grabbin' at you. 'sides, they tip better when it's late."
"I better git back to it," said Alice before walking away. "Nice meetin' you, Julia."
"Anyways, your tables is the booths along the window and the first row of tables next to 'em," Bernice continued. "We start gettin' busy after five, so you kin relax a little fo' now, 'cause you ain't gonna have no time fo' it later."
* * *
As the afternoon went on, people started coming in. Julia didn't have any problems taking their orders and bringing out their meals. Even when it got busy, she managed to keep up. She was surprised at how fast the time went. Alice had gone without her even noticing.
"You sure you ain't never done this before, girl?" smiled Bernice after the dinner rush was over. "You done great! Jus' one thing I oughta tell you..."
"What's that, Bernice?" asked Julia.
"Loosen up a little, Julia," said Bernice. "You git better tips that way. See how I got this extra button undone? When I started doin' that, my tips doubled. No lie. Smile nice. Bend over a little more 'n you hafta. Put a little wiggle in your walk. You'll see..."
"Um..., okay," said Julia shyly. "I'll try that..."
"You is precious!" laughed Bernice. "You ain't gotta do nothin' you ain't comfortable with, girl! I's jus' tryin' to help you out. That's all. Well..., I gotta git on home now. I'll see ya tomorrow."
"Night, Bernice!" called Eddie from the window behind the counter.
"See ya, Eddie," said Bernice. "Look after my girl now, you hear?"
"Oh, I'll be lookin' after her all right," Eddie replied. "You ain't gotta worry 'bout that!"
Julia stepped into the ladies room and looked at herself in the mirror. She reached up and unbuttoned the second button on her waitress uniform. It was funny when she thought about it. Bernice pictured her as an innocent girl too bashful to do something like show off a little flesh.
Of course, Bernice had no way of knowing that Julia had used that very ploy as a way of attracting the attention of white men she was interested in, specifically, Mister Stanley. She knew how successful that trick was! However, the idea of doing it for complete strangers just in the interest of increasing her tips was something she hadn't considered.
Walking back into the dining room, Julia felt a little tingle between her legs knowing that she was using her sexuality to please strangers. She was sure some of them would notice.
* * *
The evening wore on with a few customers stopping by. If any of them noticed the pretty black girl's cleavage, Julia couldn't tell. Her tips seemed to be about the same fifteen to twenty percent she'd been getting all day.
Around ten, a short silver haired white man came in alone and sat in one of the booths. He ordered a cup of coffee and slice of apple pie. Julia could feel his eyes on her as she brought him his order. He was the first man she was sure had noticed the extra unbuttoned button and he wasn't exactly discrete about it. Seeing him peeking down her top as she put his coffee and pie in front of him gave the colored girl a little thrill she hadn't felt since her high school graduation.
"I haven't seen you in here before, miss," he said. "Are you new?"
"Yes, sir," said Julia. "This is my first night shift. I just started a week ago durin' the day."
"I figured as much," said the silver haired man. "I'd have remembered you. I end up comin' through here a couple times a month an' I always stop here. Good pie. Good coffee, too. Hot, black, an' sweet."
"I'm glad you like it, sir," smiled Julia.
The negro girl straightened up and walked towards the kitchen for another diner's order. She made sure to swing her hips a little extra for the older white man's benefit. She hoped he enjoyed what he saw because she was certain he was looking.
As she served another table, Julia noticed the silver haired man watching her and felt her pussy twitch. It felt good to be noticed that way again. She decided to go back and check in on him.
"How's everythin', sir?" asked Julia. "Want some more coffee?"
"Yes, please," answered the white man.
Once again, Julia walked to the coffee maker with an exaggerated sway in her walk. When she returned, she could see the look of lust she loved in the white man's eyes. She bent down a little more than necessary to refill his cup. His eyes darted down for a moment to take in the view of the tops of her breasts.
"I hope you don't mind me sayin' so, miss," he started. "But you're a real fine lookin' colored girl. I mean, I do love negro girls. I ain't never seen one that wasn't attractive. But, you're a real pretty one... Um... I shouldn't say colored... I mean black... That's okay to say, right?"
"It's all good, sir," smiled Julia. "I don't mind, an' I appreciate it. Thank you, sir."
"An' you're so polite!" said the white man, his green eyes sparkling. "And sincere. That's a rare quality today."
"Thank you, sir," blushed Julia. "You're very kind."
"You're welcome..., Julia," he replied, eyeing her name tag. "That's a pretty name. My name is Roy, by the way."
"Well, I'm pleased to meet you..., um..., Roy," said Julia.
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Julia," smiled Roy. "Believe me."
"Um..., do you want anything else?" asked Julia.
"No, I'm fine for now," he answered.
"Okay," she said, putting the check on the table. "You can pay whenever you're ready, sir..., uh..., Roy."
Still blushing, Julia walked over to check on the other customers. She could see Eddie looking out into the dining room from the window behind the counter. He had the same grin on his face that he had when she first met him at the beginning of her shift. She wondered if he noticed the extra attention Roy was paying her.
If he had noticed, Eddie wasn't saying anything about it. In fact, when Julia went up to pick up an order, he was waiting for her.
"By the way, are you goin' straight home after work?" asked Eddie. "'Cause I know a place we could go an' kick back an' maybe have a drink. How 'bout it?"
"I..., uh..., can't," said Julia. "I'm only eighteen so I'm not old enough to drink."
"Hell, that don't matter," said Eddie. "The place I'm talkin' 'bout don't care 'bout that! They know me there an' they ain't gonna be askin' for no ID. You ain't gotta have a drink anyways. They got other stuff. They got good music, too. Not that disco shit, but real good stuff with some soul. You'd like it."
"Thanks for askin', Mister Williams," said Julia. "But, I can't. I gotta get home or my mother 'll be worried."
"Mister Williams!" he exclaimed. "It's Eddie, girl! I ain't so old you gotta call me Mister!"
"Sorry, Eddie," she apologized. "I don't think you're old!"
"It's all right," smiled Eddie. "I'm jus' havin' some fun. You sure you don't wanna go hear some music with me? You jus' gotta hang out here 'til midnight while I close up an' add up the receipts an' cash out."
"Not tonight," said Julia. "Maybe some other time."
"How 'bout tomorrow, then?" he asked.
"Maybe once I'm more used to these hours," she answered. "It's pretty late for me right now."
"Okay, that's cool," he replied.
Eddie went back to what he was doing and Julia took care of the remaining customers after putting up the closed sign in the window and turning off the sign. Eventually, Roy was the only one left. She went to him and picked up his check and the twenty dollar bill he'd placed on it.
"I'll get your change," Julia told him.
"No need," said Roy. "Keep it."
"But the check is only two fifty!" she replied.
"I know," smiled the white man. "But, I appreciate the fine service, girl. Like I said, it's all too rare these days an' I want to reward it."
"Well, I appreciate that very much, sir," said Julia. "Um..., I mean, Roy."
"The way you say it, sir is okay, girl," said Roy. "You sound more comfortable with it than my first name, an' maybe I like that..."
"I'm glad you do, sir," blushed Julia, casting her eyes down.
"I also think you're doing a fine job here," he went on. "If you hadn't told me, I'd never guess it was your first shift. How did you end up waitressing, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I don't mind," she replied. "I just graduated from high school an' I wanted a summer job to make some money for college in the fall. I like workin' with people like I do here, so it seemed like a good thing for me to do."
"College, eh?" he asked. "Where are you going to school?"
"Central State," she answered.
"That's a nice campus," said Roy. "I've driven through there a few times. Have you picked a major?"
"Accounting," Julia told him. "I'm good with numbers an' I figure I can get a good job that way when I graduate."
"Interesting choice," he said. "It looks like I'm the only one still here, so I should probably let you get back to work... Say, I was wonderin'... When do you get off tonight?"
"Eleven," Julia told him, her face growing warm. "Sir."
"Eleven, huh...," he said. "Now, I hope I'm not out of line here, but I don't get many chances to enjoy the company of a fine colored girl like yourself very much. Hell, I don't get any chance at all! But, I was wonderin' if you wouldn't stop by my room when you get off tonight. I'm just over at the Travel Inn next door."
Julia was surprised at Roy's invitation and wasn't sure how to react. Surely, it wasn't appropriate for her to visit the motel room of some man she'd just met. On the other hand, there was the way he looked at her that told her he wanted her. Wanted her in the way she liked to be wanted by a white man. In a way, he made her think of Mister Stanley. An older white gentleman who clearly had an eye for younger black women. She could feel her pussy tingling.
"It's okay, I understand," said Roy when Julia didn't answer for several seconds. "A pretty negro girl like you must have a boyfriend and better things to do than talk to an old man like me. I had to ask, though. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, you know?"
"No, it's not that, sir...," Julia responded. "You just surprised me a little, that's all."
"Really?" he sounded more hopeful. "I'm a gentleman, if that's what you're worried about, girl. I know how to treat a lady. I'd just like to spend a little time with a sweet colored girl, that's all. I promise."
"Um, okay," she agreed at last, her heart beating faster. "I can stop by for a little bit before I go home."
"Wonderful!" smiled Roy. "I'm in room thirty seven. I'll be waiting!"
Roy slid out from the booth and headed for the door.
"See you soon, Julia," he said as he passed her by.
Julia gathered the money and went to ring it up on the cash register. She saw Eddie watching from the kitchen. She pretended she didn't notice him there. How could she explain agreeing to go with Roy after turning Eddie down? She hoped he didn't know what was going on.
After she finished clearing away Roy's dishes Julia went back to the kitchen. Eddie was cleaning the grill.
"If there isn't anything else, I'll be goin' now, Eddie," said Julia.
"Nah, that's about it," replied Eddie. "So, how was your first day doin' this for real? I think you did fine."
"It was okay," she told him. "Bernice an' Alice had me a little worried, but the customers were great."
"It ain't always like this," he responded. "Listen to them, 'cause they know what they's talkin' bout."
"I will," Julia assured him.
"Well, I'll walk you to the door an' lock up," said Eddie.
They walked across the dining room to the front door. Eddie opened it for Julia.
"Good night, Eddie," she said.
"Take care, Julia," he replied. "See ya tomorrow."
Eddie locked the door behind her and walked back towards the kitchen. Julia headed across the parking lot towards the motel next door. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she knocked on the door of room thirty seven. It was a long few seconds before the door opened.
"Well, hello, Julia," smiled Roy. "I'm glad you could make it. Come on in."
Julia stepped into the motel room as Roy closed the door. She looked around the room and saw a typical cheap motel room. A double bed on one wall, a low dresser on the other with a television set on top. A small table with a couple of chairs was just inside the door.
"Here, have a seat," said Roy, offering Julia a chair and turning off the television.
"Thanks," said Julia, sitting down.
"I'm glad you came by," he told her. "I appreciate it."
"I wasn't sure if I should," she replied. "But, you kind of reminded me of somebody I used to know."
"Really?" he asked.
"Yes, he lived in the same apartment building," she answered. "We were... really good friends. He had to move to take a new job."
"Good friends, eh?" smiled Roy. "That sounds promising. You were good friends with a man my age?"
"Yes, sir," blushed Julia. "I was. He was a very nice white man."
"I see," he replied. "When you say good friends, am I wrong in thinking you were more than friends?"
"Um..., no, sir," she said, her face growing hotter. "You wouldn't be wrong..."
"You're a special kind of girl, Julia," said Roy. "I know I'd consider myself very fortunate to be more than friends with a pretty negro girl like you. It's the kind of thing an old man like me spends plenty of time thinking about."
"I... like that, sir," said Julia softly. "I like knowin' that a nice white man thinks about me that way."
"You do?" he smiled. "You know..., I've spent some time with more than a few colored girls over the years. I can't say that any of them ever told me that. You really are a special kind of girl."
"I can't believe I'm the only one," she said. "I'm sure some of those girls liked it or they wouldn't have... spent time with you."
"Well, they pretty much spent time with me because there was something in it for them," he admitted. "I'm a little ashamed of it, but I had to pay them for their company. Still, it was worth it. Most of them tried to act like they liked me."
"I think I understand," said Julia.
"That doesn't bother you?" asked Roy. "That I'm the kind of guy who'd pay a colored girl to be with her?"
Julia considered telling him that, in fact, she had been paid to be with a white man. Even though she would have done whatever Mister Kelty had wanted for free, she still had accepted his money. There was no doubt in her mind what that made her. However, she decided that might give Roy the wrong idea and make him think she expected him to pay for her company, too.
"No, sir," she answered. "It don't bother me. A man has... needs... I understand that. But, what is it that you like about... colored girls... so much?"
"Hmmm..., that's kind of a long story...," he told her. "There was a girl I used to know a very long time ago. A very pretty colored girl. Actually, in a way, you remind me very much of her."
"Her name was Rose," Roy continued. "Growing up, my mother wasn't a well woman. We weren't especially well off or anything, but because of her illness, my father hired a girl to look after her and do the cooking and cleaning for us. I was fifteen or so and my brother Bo was seventeen when Rose came to live with us. She wasn't much older than we were, but she was fully grown woman, if you know what I mean."
"Uh huh," Julia responded.
"Anyways, Rose lived in a room near the kitchen that used to be just for storage. She made our meals and washed our clothes and looked after my mother. I'd noticed that things were a little strange between her and my brother Bo, but I never knew exactly what until he turned eighteen and joined the navy.
"Bo took me aside and told me that he and Rose had been... having sex... pretty much since after she'd come to stay with us. I remember asking him if she was his girlfriend then, but he just laughed. He said it wasn't like that at all. It seems he'd told her she had to do what he wanted if she wanted to keep her job. I couldn't believe he'd do something like that to such a sweet girl even though I wished it was me doin' it with Rose instead of Bo.
"What do you think of that, Julia?" asked Roy. "What do you think about a man who'd want to make a sweet colored girl do something like that when she didn't really want to?"
Julia took a moment to realize that Roy was asking her a question. She'd already started to get caught up in his story and had subconsciously been squeezing her thighs together as she listened. Obviously, it wasn't right for Bo to force Rose to have sex with him, but she couldn't help but be aroused hearing about it. It was like something straight out of her fantasies.
"I dunno," she started to say. "I know boys have needs, jus' like men do. So, I can understand why he'd do it. An' she didn't really have to do anything. It wasn't like he was rapin' her or anything, right?"
"No, he didn't rape her," agreed Roy. "But, he didn't give her much of a choice either. You're sure this doesn't bother you? I guess you asked a pretty simple question about why I liked colored girls so much an' I'm tellin' you a pretty nasty story to explain it. You really want to hear the rest?"
"Yes, sir," said Julia. "I do."
"Okay," Roy went on. "I'll clean up the language a little, 'cause this happened back in nineteen forty two an' folks talked a little different back then when referrin' to negroes an' I don't want a sweet colored girl like you gettin' offended by it."
"If you mean referrin' to 'em as niggers, it's okay, sir," Julia told him. "I don't mind that kind of talk. I won't be offended."
"All right then, I won't clean it up," said Roy.
* * *
It was the night before Bo was goin' off to basic training. Our father and mother were already asleep when Bo came to my room.
"Hey, Roy, are you awake?" he asked.
"Yeah," I answered.
"There's somethin' I wanna tell you before I go," he said. "It's about me an' Rose."
Well, that got my attention. I'd been wonderin' about him an' that colored girl.
"You an' Rose?" I said.
"Yeah, me an' Rose," he said. "Me an' her been... doin' it... you know what I mean?"
"You're lyin'," I said.
"It's the truth, Roy," he said. "We been doin' it pretty near every night."
"But she's colored!" I said.
"So?" he said. "She's a good lookin' girl under her clothes. Nice big tits. Nice fat ass. Nice soft pussy. An she got those nice thick cock suckin' lips, too. The only difference between her an' a white girl is I ain't gotta marry her to do it with her!"
"You're lyin'," I said again. "Why would she wanna do it with you?"
"Who says she wanted to?" he was grinnin'. "She's a nigger an' she knows she gotta do like a white man says. I tol' her she better spread her nigger legs for me or I'd tell Pop to get a new nigger who would."
"An' she jus' did it?" I asked.
"Hell, yeah, she did," he said. "An' right quick, too! She got it pretty good here compared to other coloreds an' she knows it. So, if all it takes for her to keep her job is to spread her legs for me, she's gonna do it without makin' a fuss about it."
That made sense an' Bo was the kind of guy who'd do somethin' like that. It explained the way she was around him, too. She was always real polite, 'specially towards Bo, but I kinda got the feelin' she was forcin' it an' didn't really like him much. I could never figure out why or what he done to make her like that. But, now I knew.
"So why are you tellin' me now?" I asked.
"'Cause I'm shippin' out tomorrow, that's why," he explained. "I figure it's time for you to take over for me. You might as well use her once I'm gone an' keep her ready for me when I get back."
"She'd do it with me?" I asked him.
"Hell, yeah, she would," he said. "If I tell her to, she will in a heartbeat. Let's go an' I'll show you."
* * *
"I'm not real proud of what we did that night," said Roy. "Or what happened afterwards. But, ever since that night I haven't been able to look at a colored girl without thinkin' of Rose an' how pretty an' sexy she was. I guess she doesn't have the same fond memories I have, but that's the story."
Julia had been completely drawn in by Roy's story. It was like a more modern version of the story in "Savannah", the book she'd found in her mother's room that had fueled her slave fantasies ever since. She'd been squeezing her thighs together the whole time he'd been talking. She realized she was soaked. She couldn't believe he'd stop telling the story right when it was about to get good.
"So, what happened next?" asked Julia.
"Do you really want to hear the details?" asked Roy. "It's pretty... explicit. An', it ain't very nice. Maybe I already told you too much. You're not gonna think much of me knowin' what my brother an' me did. An', like I said, I'm not proud of it."
So, she was going to have to reveal a little about her secret if she wanted to hear more, thought Julia. Well, she had already gone to some stranger's motel room at night. Was telling him more about herself going to change what he thought about her already?
"I won't think anything bad about you, sir," said Julia. "You were just a kid at the time, an' you were just goin' along with your brother. And... well... maybe I like hearin' about how a white man feels about wantin' a black girl like her. Please tell me the rest, sir."
Roy looked at Julia for a long moment. She guessed he was trying to decide if he should tell her the explicit details.
"Are you tellin' me you really like this kind of thing?" asked Roy.
"Yes, sir," Julia answered softly. "I do."
"Well, in that case, I guess I should tell you the rest," said Roy.
* * *
Bo an' me went through the house an' through the kitchen to where Rose's room was. Bo didn't even knock when we got there, he jus' opened the door an' went in. Rose was asleep, but she woke up an' turned on the lamp by her bed when we came in.
"What's goin' on?" she asked, still kinda sleepy.
"I got Roy with me," Bo told her. "He's gonna be takin' over for me when I'm off to the navy. You're gonna be doin' it with him like you been doin' it with me. I figure you might as well start now. So git on up."
Rose sat up in bed an' looked at us both. I was hopin' to see her naked, but she was wearin' a flannel night gown an' I couldn't really see anything.
"Not you, too, Mista Roy..," she sighed. "You is such a nice boy..."
I felt kinda bad about what we were doin', but the idea of doin' it with Rose was too good an' I didn't wanna stop. Besides, Bo was the one in charge.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Bo. "He's a white man an' you're a nigger. Bein' nice ain't got nothin' to do with it. Now, git on up."
Rose gave me a dirty look an' I felt ashamed of myself, but I didn't say nothin'. She pushed the covers off of herself an' got up out of bed an' stood there with her head bowed. I guess she couldn't look at us no more. Bo sat on the bed an' I sat next to him.
"So what you want me to do, Mista Bo, sir?" she asked.
"That's more like it, girl," he said, grinnin'. "You kin start by takin' that gown off. I want Roy to git a good look at what he's gittin'. An' I mean everythin'."
"Yes, sir," she said, all defeated like.
Rose unbuttoned her gown an' pulled it off. Underneath she was wearin' a tee shirt an' panties. I don't know about Bo, 'cause he must have seen her like this plenty of times, but my johnson was stiff as a board an' I ain't even seen much more 'n her bare legs.
But, she didn't stop there. Rose pushed her panties down an' stepped out of 'em. She had a real hairy bush on her pussy, I remember that real clearly. Then she pulled her shirt up an' I got a eyeful of her big black tits. When she had her shirt up over her face I jus' kinda stared at 'em. Her nipples were so dark they were almost black.
I'd never seen a real woman naked before an' I couldn't stop lookin' at her. When she finally got her shirt off, Rose could see how I was starin' and I could tell how embarrassed an' ashamed she was by the look on her face. The thing was, seein' her lookin' that way jus' got me even more worked up than I was already. Bo was grinnin'.
"So, Roy, what do you think of your new colored girl?" he asked. "Pretty nice for a nigger, ain't she? Look at them big ol' titties. You like 'em?"
"Yeah, she's beautiful," I said.
"Turn around now, girl," he ordered her. "Show the man your big black behind."
Rose turned around an' faced away from us. I feasted my eyes on her backside. I'd always wondered what her butt would look like from watchin' her walkin' around the house an' now I knew. It was fantastic.
"Bend over an' spread those legs," he said. "Let's see that poontang you got for him... Bend over lower 'n that, girl."
It had to be pretty humiliatin' for her, but Rose jus' went ahead an' did like Bo said. She bent over an' kinda squatted there with her legs apart an' I could see everythin' she had. I could see her gash, top to bottom, an' even her asshole. Her tits was hangin' down where I could see 'em, too. It was like all she was was tits an' ass an' a pussy.
"Them's her fuckin' holes, Roy," he told me. "That's where your pecker goes. They both feel pretty good, too. The pussy hole's softer an' easier to git into, but the butt hole's tighter an' feels mighty fine."
"Kin I git up now, Mista Bo, sir?" she asked.
"Hell, no!" he said. "You stay like that 'til I say git up, nigger."
I jus' sat there starin' at Rose's ass an' hangin' tits. Like I was sayin' before, I was pretty ashamed of myself for enjoyin' what Bo was makin' Rose do, but I never saw anything like that before an' my johnson was so hard it hurt. I couldn't say anythin' or even stop lookin'.
"You like what you see, don't you, Roy?" he asked me. "You wanna touch her? Go ahead."
"Are you serious?" I asked him back. "Touch her privates?"
"Hell, yeah!" he laughed. "She's a nigger, Roy. She ain't got nothin' private from a white man. Touch what ever you want. Stick your finger in if you want. She ain't gonna stop you or even move. Hell, if you want, I'll make her spread herself out even more."
"Mister Bo!" she said. "Please don't make me do that!"
"Hush, nigger," he told her. "Do like you're told. Spread those cheeks for Roy. Tell him he kin touch your privates. Matter of fact, I want you to ask him to touch 'em. Ask nice."
I never saw Bo act so mean to anybody, even a nigger. The thing was, I was enjoyin' it so much I had to straighten myself out a little. I wanted to touch her bad, too. I jus' couldn't bring myself to do it 'cause it was obvious she didn't want it. Still, when Rose reached back and spread her ass, I could barely hold back from seein' for myself just how soft her girl parts were.
"It's okay, Mista Roy," she told me. "You kin touch my privates if you want to. Please, Mista Roy... Please touch me, sir. I want you to."
I know Rose didn't mean it at all an' was just doin' what Bo told her, but it was enough to make me feel okay about it. I reached out with one finger and touched her pussy. It was so soft. I traced my finger along her gash all the way to the little nub pokin' out between her lips. She made a whimperin' sound when I touched it an' I was afraid I hurt her or somethin'. Bo just laughed.
"Oh, she likes that," he said. "If you wanna get her goin', jus' rub her there. That'll git her slick as hell an' your pecker 'll slide in like it was greased. Me, I like it better when it ain't so wet. Feels better. When she gets too wet, I jus' use her butt hole for fuckin'. She don't like that one bit, let me tell you. Thing is, it ain't up to her an' she jus' gotta take it. You kin do what you want."
I kept running my finger up an' down her gash while Bo was talkin'. I even played with the little pink nub sticking out from between her dark brown pussy lips. I remember this white stuff comin' out of her pussy hole or there abouts. Now I know she was gettin' into it whether she wanted to or not. I couldn't resist stickin' my finger in her. Her pussy was really soft an' warm. To this day, I never felt one so nice.
I didn't actually stick my finger in her asshole, but I did touch it. I even ran my finger up an' down her ass crack 'cause I liked the way it felt. I tried to imagine how Rose must feel havin' to just stand there that way while I had my way with her. I know she must have been really embarrassed.
"You ready for a fuckin', ain't you, Rose?" Bo asked her. "I kin tell when you start creamin' up like that, you ready to git stuffed. Ain't that right, girl?"
"Yes, sir, Mista Bo," she answered. "I sho' am ready to git stuffed by you."
I didn't believe that Rose meant that, either. I was sure what she really wanted was for us to leave her alone an' this was just more of what Bo made her say just to humiliate her even more. I felt like I was pretty low for gettin' so worked up over it, but I just couldn't help myself.
"Well, Roy?" he asked me. "You wanna do the honors? Looks like ol' Rose is beggin' for it."
"You want me to... do it to her?" I asked him back. "I never done it with a girl before."
"Hell, yeah!" he laughed. "'Bout time, ain't it? You're sixteen now. That's plenty ol' enough to do it with a girl. Don't worry, Rose 'll show you where it goes. She'll even help. Ain't that right, girl?"
"Yes, sir, Mista Bo, I'll he'p Mista Roy do it to me," she said. "I'll show him where his thang goes."
"See?" he said, grinnin'. "I'll jus' leave you alone wit' her. I got a feelin' this ain't gonna take too long."
"Jesus, Bo!" I said. "What kinda thing is that to say?"
He just laughed an' got up an' left, closin' the door behind him. Rose stayed like she was, all bent over holdin' her ass cheeks apart.
"Kin I git up now, Mista Roy, sir?" she asked.
Hearin' Rose ask me that gave me an incredible powerful feelin'. I mean, here was this pretty girl, older 'n me, askin' if it was okay to stop displayin' her privates for me. An', I knew that if I said no, she'd have to keep doin' it. The thing was, I was ready to do it to her right then an' there, so I didn't wanna wait any more.
"Yeah, okay, Rose," I told her. "You kin git up."
"Thank you, sir," she said an' stood up.
Now, Rose was a very polite an' respectful girl to me, even before all this. She always called me Mister or sir an' that made me feel good. This time it was even better. Havin' her all naked an' exposed while I was still wearin' my clothes an' her still callin' me sir really made me feel like I had the power over her to do anything I wanted. An', I wanted to see her naked tits some more an' touch 'em.
"Turn around," I told her.
She did it right away an' stood there with her head bowed waitin' for me to do whatever. I stood up an' put my hands on her tits. They were really soft and warm. Her nipples were hard an' pokin' out. Just like my johnson.
"Is it okay if I suck on 'em?" I asked her.
"You kin do what you want, Mista Roy," she told me plainly. "You ain't gotta ask."
Rose turned her head away when I leaned over enough to get her nipple in my mouth. It felt so good an' natural to be suckin' on her teat that way. I felt guilty 'cause I knew she didn't like it, but, like I said, I couldn't help myself. After a minute of that I was ready.
"Um..., I wanna do it with you now, Rose," I said.
"Yes, sir," she said. "You want me on my back? It'll be easier fo' me to he'p you git inside me that way."
"Okay," I said. "That'll be fine."
She lay down on her bed and opened her legs up.
"You gotta take yo' pants down, Mista Roy," she told me. "It's easier 'n jus' stickin' yo' thang out through the zipper. Don't worry... I ain't gonna look. Git up between my legs when you is ready."
Hearin' that made my johnson jump, believe me. Poor Rose was naked as a jay bird with all her privates showin' plain as day, an' she was tryin' to help me not be embarrassed. It was like she was still respectin' my modesty even when she didn't have any for herself. I undid my trousers an' pulled 'em off.
I climbed up in the bed between her legs on my knees. I was too embarrassed to take my boxers off, so I just stuck it out through the hole. I layed down on top of her. Rose reached down and took hold of me an' moved it around until I could feel somethin' wet up against the tip.
"That's my pussy hole, Mista Roy," she told me, still lookin' away from me with her head turned. "Jus' push yo' thang on up in it an' you be doin' it to me."
I just did what she said an' pushed my pecker on up inside her. I never felt anything so good before in my life! I started movin' it in an' out, usin' her pussy like I did my hand when I jerked off. But, it was way better 'n my hand. It was so soft an' warm an' wet.
"Mista Roy?" she asked. "Please pull out when you gonna shoot, okay, sir? I don' wanna git knocked up. Jus' shoot off on my belly, okay, sir? I be holdin' yo' thang in my hand when you do, so it'll still feel good fo' you. I promise you like it. Please, sir?"
I couldn't take any more of that talk. I was ready to shoot right then an' there.
"Okay," I told her, "but it's gonna be now!"
I pulled out an', true to her word, Rose grabbed it and squeezed on it while I shot my load all in her bush an' on her belly. I shot off so hard, some of it even got on her tits. I couldn't believe how good it felt. It was nothin' like when I jerked off. Nothin' at all like it.
"Thank you, Mista Roy, sir," she said. "You is a gen'leman, fo' sho'."
Rose was lookin' at me now, an' this time I knew she meant what she was sayin' even if I didn't feel like much of gentleman after what I'd done. Especially once it was over an' I cooled down, I was pretty ashamed of myself.
I got up an' looked down at Rose there on her bed with my spunk all on her belly an' chest. I picked up my trousers an' pulled 'em on an' jus' left her there like that, closin' the door after me.
I found Bo in the kitchen, sittin' at the table drinkin' a bottle of beer. He grinned at me when he saw me comin'.
"So, how was it, Roy?" he asked me. "How does it feel to be a man now?"
"Pretty damn good," I told him.
"Rose is all yours now," he said. "You kin do it with her any time you want or do anythin' else you kin think of. Don't forgit, she's jus' a nigger an' gotta do like you say. She knows it an' she ain't gonna say no to you."
"Right," I said. "Thanks, Bo. I better get on to bed now. Ain't you goin' to sleep?"
"Hell, no," he said. "I'm goin' off to boot camp in the mornin'! I couldn't sleep a wink knowin' that! Maybe I'll jus' have some more fun with Rose. Who knows when I'll git more nigger pussy after tonight."
"Okay," I said. "Good night, Bo. See ya in the mornin'."
"Night, Roy," he said.
I went off to bed an' Bo went off to Rose's room an' closed the door behind him. I couldn't hear what he was doin' with her from my room, but I knew he musta been doin' it to her hard, seein' as how it was his last night to use her.
* * *
"So, that's the story of how I came to see colored girls the way I do," said Roy. "To this day I still feel a little ashamed of what I did to Rose, but I know if I had a chance to do it again, I would. I don't know why I told you so much, Julia. You still sure you liked hearin' it an' knowin' what a bastard I was?"
Julia realized how unladylike she'd appear if she admitted just how much Roy's story turned her on. She was a little ashamed herself of how it made her feel to hear about how two teenaged boys coerced a poor black girl who had little choice but to submit to them and give them the use of her body. On the other hand, the silver haired man had revealed his secret to her. It was only fair if she did the same.
"I liked hearin' it, sir," said Julia. "An', I don't think you're a bastard for what you did. You were a teenaged boy given an opportunity you couldn't turn down. It's only natural you'd want to do what you did."
"It's nice of you to say so," said Roy.
"I'm not sayin' it to be nice," Julia went on. "I'm sayin' it 'cause I mean it. I don't know how Rose felt havin' you an' your brother use her that way. But, if I were her, I'd have liked it. Havin' white men want me like that so bad is somethin' I really like. I'm kinda ashamed of just how much I like it. So, I think I understand how you feel even though I know it isn't exactly the same."
"Bein' lusted after by a couple of horn dogs may seem sexy," said Roy. "But, the reality of it is different when you don't have a choice but to let them do what they want to you like you was nothin' but a thing for them to use. I saw the look on Rose's face, an' she wasn't enjoyin' it at all. I think if you experienced it yourself for real, you'd understand."
"I experienced it," said Julia. "I liked it. I really liked your story, too, an' I don't think Rose hated it as much as you think she did. I think she might have been a little like me an' was just ashamed of likin' it an' didn't want you to know it an' think she was some kind of slut."
Roy just sat there, considering what she'd said. Julia wanted him to feel better about what was obviously a memory that was pleasant to him on some levels even if it was shameful to him on others. She knew all too well just how he felt. Finally, she decided there was one sure way to do that.
Standing up, Julia started to unbutton her uniform blouse. Roy looked up at her, speechless. Pulling the blouse off, she let it drop into the chair she'd been sitting in. The white man continued to stare at her with the look of a hungry animal in his eyes.
Unzipping her skirt, Julia let it drop to the floor. She pushed her panties down, revealing her bald pubic mound and bare pussy lips. The black girl stepped out of them and picked them up along with the skirt, placing them on the chair.
"I don't have a bush like Rose," said Julia. "I hope you still like what you see."
"Yeah...," said Roy absently, his eyes riveted to Julia's exposed vagina.
Smiling to herself at the effect she was having on Roy, Julia reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She could see that the white man's attention was focused on her chest as she exposed her bare breasts to him. The bulge in his pants wasn't lost on her, either.
"Do you want to do it to me, Mista Roy, sir?" asked Julia.
"Damn...," breathed Roy, his face flushed.
"Um..., do you like me tryin' to talk like Rose did?" asked Julia. "If you don't, I'll stop."
"Don't stop," Roy answered quickly. "I... really like it."
"Yes, sir, Mista Roy, sir," smiled Julia.
Seeing how aroused Roy was from her performance, Julia was inspired to go even further. She turned around, and, facing away from him, bent over with her legs apart. She squatted down in the way he'd described Rose doing it all those years before.
"Kin you see my privates okay, Mista Roy?" she asked. "You kin touch 'em if you want, sir. Ain't no nigger got nothin' private from no white man. Please touch me, sir. Please touch my fuckin' holes, Mista Roy, sir."
"I can see everything, girl," rasped Roy. "You sure it's okay? This isn't nineteen forty two an' I'm not some sixteen year old kid, but, you're still a teenaged girl..."
"I'm a nigger, sir," said Julia from her degrading position. "An' you're a white man. You can touch whatever you want on me. You can do whatever you want to me."
Julia felt Roy's hand touch her on the ass. She remained motionless while the white man ran his hand over her cheeks. Finally, she felt his finger tips against her pussy lips. She gasped when he touched her clit.
"That feels good" she told him. "You kin stick yo' finger in my pussy hole if you want to, Mista Roy."
A second later, Julia felt Roy's finger slide into her vagina and, in return, she squeezed on it. He finger fucked her for a minute before taking his hand away.
"Get in the bed," he told her.
"Yes, sir, Mista Roy," she said.
Pulling back the bed sheets, Julia got into the bed and lay on her back with her legs spread.
"Is you gonna do it to me now?" she asked. "'Cause I's sho ready to git stuffed, Mista Roy."
"Yeah," he answered huskily, pulling his pants off.
Roy stripped to the waist and climbed in the bed between Julia's legs. When he layed down on top of her, the negro took hold of his cock and guided it to her pussy.
"You want me to he'p you, sir?" she asked sweetly.
"Uh huh," he agreed.
His cock in her hand, Julia rubbed the tip against her pussy, working it between her lips until it was right at the entrance to her vagina.
"That's my pussy hole, Mista Roy," she said, her head turned away from him. "You kin jus' push yo' thang on up inside an' you be doin' it to me fo' sho'."
Roy buried his cock in Julia's pussy and slowly started moving in and out of her.
"When you ready to shoot off, please do it inside me, sir," said Julia. "I wanna feel it in my pussy hole, Mista Roy."
That was all Roy could take and he groaned as he came. Julia was happy she was able to get him so excited that he completely lost control.
"Fuck!" exclaimed Roy as his seed flooded into Julia's vagina.
"Thank you, sir...," cooed Julia. "Thank you fo' doin' it to me, Mista Roy."
Roy lay on top of Julia for a minute before rolling off of her.
"I can't believe I did that," said Roy. "I was like some kid shootin' off so quick. I really wanted to do you good, Julia. You made me feel fantastic."
"You did me good, sir," said Julia. "I take it as a compliment you shot off so quick. I loved makin' you feel so good. That's what I like to do."
They lay there silently for another couple of minutes.
"Well..., I hate to say this, but it's almost midnight an' I gotta be rollin' at six," Roy said.
"That's okay, I gotta get home, too," Julia replied.
Julia got out of the bed and dressed, making sure to stand where Roy could see everything as she did it.
"I'll be back through here the day after tomorrow," said Roy. "I'll stop by again then."
"Yes, sir, Mista Roy," smiled Julia. "I be here fo' you."
"Thanks, Julia," he said. "You're a special kind of woman, believe me."
"Thank you, sir," she replied. "Bye."
With that, Julia turned the door knob and let herself out into the night. Even though she hadn't cum and her pussy was still aching for release, the black girl felt satisfied. A man she'd never met before had opened up to her and told her an incredible story would likely fuel her fantasies for some time to come. She'd managed to help him relive a little of that memory and experience it for herself, as well.
As she walked across the parking lot towards the bus stop, Julia saw a man standing next to a car watching her. At first she was a little concerned, seeing as how late it was and how alone she was.
"Hey, Julia," came Eddie's voice. "I thought that was you."
"Uh, yeah...," replied Julia. "Hi, Eddie."
Eddie looked at Julia for a moment before speaking. The black girl felt very self conscious right then. He must have seen her coming out of Roy's motel room so he had to know what she'd been doing. And, worst of all, she'd turned down his invitation earlier claiming she had to go home. He'd have to be a little miffed, she thought.
"You goin' home now?" he asked.
"Yeah," she answered.
"Well, I can drive you if you want, girl," he offered.
"That's okay, I can take the bus," she told him. "I don't want you to go out of your way for me."
"It ain't outta my way," said Eddie. "'Sides, I can't have a pretty girl like you out here by herself. That jus' ain't right."
"Okay, Eddie," smiled Julia. "Thanks."
Eddie opened the passenger door of a blue Camero. Julia sat in the leather bucket seat. He went around the car and got in behind the wheel. The engine roared to life.
"So, jus' where are we goin'?" asked Eddie.
"Jefferson Heights," Julia answered.
"I know where that's at," he said. "I'm goin' that way anyhow."
Julia was surprised that Eddie hadn't said anything about her coming out of a motel room an hour after she'd left the diner. He just acted like nothing had happened at all. They drove along without saying anything until he pulled over in front of her apartment building.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Julia," said Eddie.
"Okay," Julia replied, climbing out of the car. "Thanks for the ride, Eddie. I appreciate everything."
"Ain't nothin', girl," he grinned. "Later."
Eddie pulled back out onto the street and Julia watched his taillights disappear. She walked purposefully into the apartment building.
Brenda was sleeping on the couch with the television on when Julia let herself into the apartment. When she closed the door, her mother woke up.
"It's late, girl," said Brenda sleepily. "I was worried 'bout you."
"I... uh... waited to get a ride home from the shift manager," Julia told her. "He doesn't get off until midnight."
"You gotta tell me that before I get to worryin', Julia," Brenda replied.
"Sorry, Mama," Julia apologized. "I'll probably get home around this time every night, so don't be worryin', okay?"
"All right," said Brenda. "I'm goin' to bed now. G' night."
"Night, Mama," said Julia.
Julia went to her bedroom and undressed. Once she was under the covers, she imagined what it would be like to be living in a house with two horny teenaged white boys who could do whatever they wanted with her. It would be like the time with Mike and Sean, but it would be every day and all the time.
"Bend over an' show us your fuckin' holes, nigger," a boy was ordering her.
"Yes, sir," she was telling him.
Her hand between her legs, Julia rubbed her pussy and imagined how it would feel to have to expose her intimate parts to the white boys.
"We gonna do it to you, nigger," one of them was saying. "An' you gotta help us get inside you."
"Yes, sir," she whispered. "Jus' shove yo' thang on in an' you be doin' it to me fo' sho', sir."
Julia came about as hard as she ever did while masturbating. She had to cover her mouth with her free hand for fear of her mother overhearing her orgasm.
After the heat of the moment passed, Julia felt a little silly for talking like a character in an old black and white movie. However, playing the part of negro servant making herself available to white boys was powerfully arousing to her.
In a couple of days, she'd be able to do it again with an appreciative audience. Julia knew that Roy didn't think it was silly. She drifted off to sleep remembering the look on his face.
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