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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
Julia's second day on the night shift at the diner passed uneventfully. She continued to follow another more experienced waitress's advice about exposing a good bit of cleavage by leaving the top two buttons of her uniform undone, and today, it bore fruit. Some of the truckers seemed to appreciate the view enough to leave much better tips. However, unlike the previous day, none were moved to invite her to spend time with her in a more private setting.
Bernice certainly knew what she was talking about. Julia wondered just how far she'd gone beyond simply giving these truckers an eyeful of her more than ample cleavage. However, it was hard for her to imagine the big black woman going off to a stranger's motel room the way she had the night before, let alone, willingly humiliating herself for the pleasure of a white man.
On the third day, towards the end of the dinner rush, the other waitress, the younger and more slender Alice, came up to Julia as she was getting a customer a cup of coffee.
"Keep an eye on that one, girl," Alice was warning her. "That old guy who jus' sat down in one of your booths."
Julia glance over towards the booth Alice was speaking of and saw that Roy was sitting there, looking over the menu.
"Him?" asked Julia. "Why? What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know...," said Alice. "I remember him comin' in a few times before. Usually 'round closin'. I ain't seen him in here this early before. He's real polite an' everything, but there's somethin' about the way he looks at me... Makes me feel like he's checkin' me out."
"You mean ol' Roy?" asked Bernice, who'd just joined them at the coffee maker. "You ain't gotta worry none 'bout him, Julia. He's harmless. He do like the black ladies, that's for sure. He couldn't take his eyes off my girls. He tol' me a couple times how pretty I was. Naturally, I figured he jus' had good taste in women. But, maybe he was tryin' to git up the nerve to ask me out."
"He was in here two nights ago," said Julia. "I didn't have any trouble with him."
"Well, you musta made an impression on him," grinned Bernice. "I ain't never seen him in here so early. He made sure to get one of your tables, too."
"I'm glad he's at your table, Julia," said Alice.
"You worry too much, Alice," said Bernice. "Some of these boys ain't know how to act, but he's okay."
"I better go an' take his order," said Julia.
Walking across the dining room, Julia felt a little anxious about meeting Roy again after what had taken place in his motel room two nights earlier. The silver haired man looked up and smiled when he saw her coming.
"Hello, Julia," said Roy. "I thought this was your table. It's good to see you again."
"Hello, sir," she blushed. "Um... it's good to see you, too."
"Well, what do you recommend for dinner?" he asked. "I don't usually come in this early."
"The fried chicken is pretty good," said Julia. "It comes with your choice of potato an' vegetable."
"Sounds good," Roy said. "I'll take it. Mashed potatoes an' green beans?"
"Yes, sir," she replied. "Thank you, sir. You want somethin' to drink?"
"Some coffee," he told her. "Hot, black, an' sweet. Remember, girl?"
"I... uh... remember, sir," she said bashfully.
Still blushing, Julia took the order to the kitchen window. Eddie, who'd been watching her talking to Roy, took the order slip and smiled.
"Ain't that the man you was talkin' to the other night?" he asked.
"Yeah," she answered. "That's him."
Eddie lingered a moment before turning away from her to get to work on the order. Julia went to the coffee maker and poured a cup for Roy. Alice was there, too.
"What happened wit' that man las' time?" asked Alice. "You actin' kinda funny 'round him. Did he say somethin'?"
"No, it's nothin'," said Julia. "First repeat customer, I guess."
"Uh huh," Alice replied, glancing over towards Roy. "I guess."
Julia brought Roy his coffee, and then continued on to take care of other customers. She didn't return to his table until she brought him his order and again when she brought him the check. Like he did during his previous visit, he dropped a twenty down for a nine ninety five tab.
"Keep the change, girl," said Roy. "Your service is excellent."
"Thank you, sir," Julia replied.
"Do you think you'd like to hear more of the story I was tellin' you last time?" he asked.
"I would, sir," she answered, after looking around to see if Alice or Bernice were within earshot. "I liked it a lot..., Mista Roy."
"I thought you did," he smiled. "Anyways, I'm in room thirty one this time. I'll see you at eleven, right?"
"Yes, sir," she told him. "I'll be there."
"Good!" said Roy, sliding out from the booth. "Bye."
Roy headed out of the diner while Julia gathered his dishes. As she carried them towards the kitchen, she could see Eddie watching her. He smiled when he saw her looking his way. For some reason, it made her blush.
* * *
At last eleven o'clock came around and Julia was done working for the night. Eddie unlocked the front door to let her out.
"Take care, girl," he said as he opened the door.
"Good night, Eddie," said Julia.
Eddie clicked the lock in the door and watched Julia walk towards the motel before turning away and returning to the kitchen. The colored girl glanced back over her shoulder to see if the black man was watching her. She felt a little relieved when she saw that he wasn't there. Still, she felt a little awkward after the other night when she'd turned him down for a date, only to end up accepting a ride home from him after being used by Roy.
Once she reached room thirty one of the Travel Inn, Julia knocked lightly on the door. A few seconds later, Roy opened it and let her in. This room was identical to room thirty seven from her previous visit. This time, the television was already off.
"I'm glad you decided to come back again, girl," said Roy. "I guess you really meant it when you said you wanted to hear more."
"Well, it's just that I've had these thoughts for a long time now," said Julia. "I like hearin' about somebody else who kind of lived it in real life. I like imaginin' what it was like."
"To tell you the truth, I was a little surprised you were so interested in it last time," he replied. "I don't think I've ever really told it like that to anyone before. I'm still amazed that I'd find a young lady like yourself here in nineteen eighty four who likes hearin' about something that could only have happened in an earlier time. And, to top it all off, I never dreamed that a pretty colored girl would wanna act it out with an' ol' geezer like me. I'll never forget what you did, jus' like I'll never forget Rose."
"I'm glad you liked it, sir," said Julia. "I guess I kinda got caught up in it all."
"I'm glad you did," smiled Roy. "Things are so different today than they were forty years ago. Back then, Rose really was pretty much stuck between a rock an' a hard place. Now days, Bo an' me could never get away with what we did 'cause she wouldn't of had to take it from us."
"So after your brother went in the navy, you had Rose all to yourself, right?" asked Julia.
"Yeah, I did," answered Roy. "For two years, I had my own private nigger. Lookin' back on it now, I can't believe I'd treat her the way I did or make her do the things I made her do. She was such a sweet girl. Very obedient. I guess Bo trained her well."
* * *
My father and mother and me went to see Bo off at the train station. I know my parents were thinking of him and how he'd do in the navy. All I could think about was Rose back at the house. As soon as we got home, I went to look for her.
Rose was in the back yard hanging up bed sheets to dry. As soon as she saw me, I could see her shoulders droop a little. She wasn't exactly happy to see me.
"Afternoon, Mister Roy," she said. "Y'all see Mista Bo off at the station?"
"Yeah, we did," I said.
"I s'pose I knows why you come to see me," she said.
"That's right, Rose," I said. "I gotta have me some more of that good stuff."
"Kin I finish hangin' the laundry, sir?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," I said. "I'll wait."
I stood there in the back yard an' watched Rose putting sheets on the line. When she was done, I headed back into the house with her behind me carryin' the empty laundry basket. I went straight to her room an' sat on her bed. She put the basket down an' came in after me.
"Ain't yo' papa gonna be lookin' fo' you, Mista Roy?" she asked.
"Nope," I said. "He already went off to work. My mother's in her room restin'. We ain't gonna be bothered by nobody."
"I s'pose I best be gittin' my clothes off fo' you, Mista Roy," she said.
"I s'pose so," I said.
I couldn't stop grinnin' thinkin' how here I got this pretty nigger girl to use however I wanted. I knew she wasn't very happy about it, but things could be worse for her an' she knew it. Plenty of coloreds couldn't find good jobs even with the war on. Strippin' her clothes off an' lettin' some kid like me have his way with her was a small price to pay for havin' a roof over her head an' food in her belly. I knew I was a bastard for takin' advantage of her like this, but I knew I was a lucky bastard at that.
Rose got her work dress off an' hung it up before she took off her panties an' tee shirt. She didn't wear no bra or nothin' an' her tits just kinda hung there in a way that had my johnson standin' up straight just from lookin' at 'em.
"Come over here so I can suck on them titties, nigger," I ordered her.
Callin' Rose a nigger an' orderin' her around like that made my pecker feel so good it was achin'. She jus' took it an' did like I said. She stepped right up to where I was sittin' and stood there with her head bowed.
Bastard that I was I just started suckin' on one of her dark nipples. I sucked on it hard, too. I could hear her whimper a little when I did it. They musta been tender from Bo doin' the same with 'em last night after I went to bed. But, Rose didn't complain or nothin'. She just stood there an' took it.
I switched off an' sucked on the other one for a bit, too. After a few minutes of that, I was ready for some nigger poontang. I got up off the bed so she'd be able to lay down.
"Go ahead an' get in the bed, nigger," I told her. "Spread them legs out for me so I can git at your privates."
Rose went ahead an' layed down on her back with her legs open wide. Damn, she was sight to behold: fine naked colored girl with all her female parts on display for me, just waitin' for me to climb on an' do it to her. I could tell it shamed her from the way she turned her head so she didn't have to look at me. I got my pants down an' got up on the bed between her legs.
"You need me to he'p you find my pussy hole, Mista Roy?" she asked.
"Yeah," I told her. "Go ahead an' stick it on in there, girl."
Just like the night before, I felt Rose's hand go around my pecker an' work the tip into her pussy.
"That's my pussy hole, Mista Roy, sir," she said. "You kin jus' shove it on in."
This time she wasn't hardly wet an' gettin' in wasn't so easy. Rose kinda scrunched up her face while I was tryin' to get my pecker inside her like it was hurtin' her.
"You okay, Rose?" I asked her.
"It ain't nothin', Mista Roy," she told me. "I jus' ain't wet yet."
Her voice was a little strained so I kinda knew I was hurtin' her.
"You sure?" I asked again.
"Yes, sir, I's sho," she said. "You jus' go 'head an' do yo' business in me. I be okay in a minute."
I was such a bastard that I just went ahead an' jammed it on inside her. Damn, it felt good. Even though I knew that her not bein' wet made her pussy hole hurt, it made my johnson feel even better. Maybe it was jus' knowin' how she was takin' it that made it feel so good.
"Mista Roy?" she said. "Please don't forgit to pull out 'fore you shoot off, 'kay? I'll grab on you an' make it feel good fo' you when you do, sir. Jus' like las' time, 'kay?"
"Yeah, all right," I told her.
Hearin' her ask like that just did somethin' to me that pushed me over the top. I barely got two or three more strokes in her before I got that feelin' in my johnson that told me I was gonna shoot. I pulled it on out an' Rose grabbed it right away an' gave it a nice firm squeeze. I shot my spunk off an' got it all in her bush an' on her belly. Just like last time, I even got a little on her tits. Damn, but she made me shoot off way harder than when I was pullin' on it myself.
An', just like last time, as soon as I was done, I started feelin' pretty ashamed of myself for takin' advantage of her. Even the way she was actin' kinda grateful for me pullin' out an' not knockin' her up made me feel like an even bigger bastard.
I just couldn't help myself, though. I knew that in a few hours when I started thinkin' about her an' gettin' worked up, I'd be back an' do it to her again.
* * *
"It pretty much went on that way for the next two years," said Roy. "I'd come to her room an' have my way with her pretty near every night. Usually, I'd use her pussy hole, but sometimes I'd use her mouth, an now an' then I'd even do it to her in the ass. She really hated that, so I didn't do it too much. But, it felt damn good to me so I couldn't resist doin' it a couple times a month or so."
Julia had been squeezing her thighs together through the entire story. The idea of taking the pain of having her unlubricated pussy fucked excited her. But, she wondered if that wasn't something better in fantasy than in real life. It would take a devoted servant to do something like that for her master.
"Every night for two years," Julia said back, as much to herself as to Roy. "Bein' a white man's private fuck toy... Just spreadin' her legs whenever he wanted. I wonder what it must have been like for her."
"I doubt she liked it very much," said Roy. "But, she didn't complain very much an' she never told me no. Thing was, as far as other coloreds were concerned, she was a proper lady. I remember her tellin' one ol' colored boy how he'd have to wait 'til they were married before he could get more 'n a kiss from her."
"Really?" asked Julia.
"Oh, yes," Roy answered. "She went to church every Sunday an' got all dressed up for it. Of course, bein' the bastard that I was, I took pleasure in doin' it to her when she came home. One time, some ol' colored boy came back with her sniffin' around, lookin' for some pussy. But, she wasn't havin' any of that from no nigger."
* * *
Rose would usually get back from church around three o'clock on Sunday afternoons. I used to wait for her on the side porch off the kitchen door that she'd use. I loved the look on her face when she'd see me there an' knew what I wanted. We'd go to her room an' I'd watch while she got out of her fine Sunday church clothes an' stripped on down 'til she was naked. Seein' her face all made up pretty while I was doin' it to her all nasty gave me a charge an' I always shot off really strong.
This time, I saw she wasn't alone. Some ol' colored boy was walkin' with her an' I could see they were talkin'. I really didn't want him to see me, so I went back in the kitchen an' closed the screen door behind me. When they came up on the porch, I could hear everything they were sayin'.
"This is as far as you go, George," Rose was sayin' to him, all stern like. "You might as well go on home now."
"C'mon, baby," ol' George said. "Jus' this once. I ain't askin' fo' much."
"Not askin' fo' much!" she said. "You think you kin jus' put yo' hands on me like I's some kinda floozy?! I ain't that kinda girl. I is a lady! Ain't no man gonna have his hands on me like that 'less he's my husband on my weddin' night! You un'erstan' me, George?"
"Yes'm, I un'erstan'," he said. "An' I's real sorry 'bout touchin' you like that, Rose. I ain't mean nothin' by it. It's jus' that we been seein' each other now for more 'n a year an' I ain't got so much as a kiss from yo' sweet lips."
"You know that ain't true, George," she said. "I kissed you on our anniversary day when we been seein' each other fo' a year. I kissed you on yo' birthday an' Valentine day an' Christmas, too! Maybe I'd kiss you more if you could act like a gen'leman an' keep yo' hands to yo'se'f when I did!"
"I said I's sorry, baby," he said. "It ain't gonna happen again."
"You right 'bout that," she said, all stern like. "It sho' ain't."
I never heard Rose get like that before. It was like she was a different person than when she was with me. As usual, I felt like a bastard for eavesdroppin' on 'em. 'Course I also was gettin' worked up knowin' that even though that ol' colored boy couldn't enjoy her womanly charms, I could have 'em anytime I wanted an' however I wanted 'em. Made me feel powerful an' made my johnson stand up an' take notice.
"So, how about it, Rose?" ol' George asked. "Jus' one kiss?"
"Oh, all right, George," she said, softer. "Jus' one. An' don't mess up my make up."
"Yes'm," he said.
I couldn't see 'em, but they stopped talking for a few seconds.
"See, ain't it better that way without you spoilin' it gittin' all grabby?" she asked.
"Yes,'m," he said. "It sho' was."
"You best be goin' 'fore the white folks come on out here to see what the ruckus is," she said. "I ain't s'posed to be havin' no visitors."
"All right," he said. "I'll see ya next Sunday, Rose."
"'kay," she said, all sweet an' soft. "Bye, George."
I hurried off into Rose's room to wait for her so she didn't catch me eavesdroppin' on her. She already knew what a bastard I was for doin' it to her an' usin' her like I did, but she didn't know just how low I'd go, listenin' in on her private talk with her boyfriend.
She looked kinda happy when she came into her room until she saw me sittin' on the bed. It was like seein' me took the starch outta her sails.
Without even sayin' anything, Rose took off her Sunday hat an' started takin' her Sunday dress off. When she got down to her slip, she reached up under it an' pulled her panties down an' stepped out of 'em. Finally, she pulled the slip off over her head an' she was naked as' a jay bird standin' there in front of me.
Her face was still made up all pretty with bright red lip stick an' everything. Her hair was all combed nice an' fixed up, too, instead of just bein' covered with a scarf like she wore around the house. Rose really was a beautiful colored woman. An' I got to do whatever I wanted with her. I was one lucky bastard.
"Open them legs up so I kin git at your privates, girl," I ordered her.
Rose moved her feet apart and stood there with her head bowed while I reached between her legs and felt on her private parts. Her pussy was soft an' warm an' today it was wet.
"I seen you wit' that ol' colored boy out there, Rose," I told her. "That why you all wet down here? You thinkin' 'bout gittin' stuffed by him?"
She didn't say anything an' I really didn't expect an answer. I was jus' gettin' myself worked up by embarrassin' her. I really liked how that ol' colored boy had to go home an' pull on his pud for relief while I had my hands all up in his best girl's privates havin' my way with her. He had to beg jus' to get a kiss, an' I got to stick my johnson in any one of her fuckin' holes without even havin' to ask.
Her little nub was poked out from between her pussy lips so I started flickin' at it with my finger. Rose made the little whimperin' noise I like when I did it. I knew it felt good to her an' I knew she hated it, too.
She didn't really have any choice about displayin' her privates to me or lettin' me have my way with her. But, she didn't have to like it. I think her not likin' it was her way of holdin' on to some little bit of dignity an' it was downright humiliatin' for her to be gettin' worked up from it.
Thing was, I don't believe Rose could control herself. Havin' her little nub touched like that just got her goin' the same way you can make a dog move his leg by scratchin' on his belly.
"I wish you wouldn't do that, Mista Roy, sir," she said. "It's embarrassin'..."
"What, you sayin' you don't like it?" I asked, grinnin'. "Your pussy hole's gittin' all wet like you like it jus' fine."
"I can't help that," she said. "That's why it's so embarrassin', sir. Please don't, Mista Roy, sir."
"Maybe that's why I like doin' it, Rose," I told her.
The more I rubbed on it, the more worked up Rose got. After a time, she was buckin' her hips a little, like she was humpin' at my hand.
"Please, stop...," she said, her voice was all whimpery. "Please jus' lay me down an' do it to me, Mista Roy. You know how good my pussy hole be makin' yo' thang feel. Ain't you wanna feel that? Ain't you wanna use my pussy hole, sir? I kin squeeze on it the way you like, Mista Roy. I know how you like that, ain't that right, sir? Don't it feel good?"
Rose's pussy was slick as hell now an' she was really grindin' her privates on my hand while I rubbed on 'em. She kept beggin' for me to stop, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own.
"Yeah, I like that all right," I said. "But, maybe I'm likin' this more right now. It ain't like you got no say in the matter, nigger. You better jus' take it an' like it."
"No...," she was moanin' now. "Please don't do that no to me mo', Mista Roy."
There was a couple times in the past when I was doin' it to Rose in her pussy hole that she started carryin' on somethin' fierce an' I thought I was hurtin' her so bad that I stopped. That's when I first noticed her humpin' back at me. Now, I know she probably had an orgasm, even though she didn't want to. I can imagine that it was pretty humiliating to be brought to orgasm against your will. The thing was, that's why I liked doin' it so much. I was a real bastard, remember?
Anyways, I pulled my hand away an' watched Rose hump at the air. My hand was slick an' shiny from her wetness.
"Please, no...," she whimpered, still humpin'.
So, I reached back between Rose's legs an' picked up rubbin' on her privates some more. I kept it up 'til I heard her moanin' an' cryin' out so loud I was afraid Pop would hear an' come to see what was goin' on. I felt her gushin' on on my hand so much, for a second I thought she was pissin' on me, but it smelled like pussy so I knew she wasn't. She was gaspin' an' tryin' to catch her breath an' legs were all wobbly, too.
"I... oh...," she was sayin' real soft.
Oh, the look on her face... For a few seconds she jus' had this dumb look on her face with her eyes closed an' her mouth half open. Then she opened her eyes. I never seen Rose look so shamed before, even after the times I did it to her in her butt hole. Her hair was a little messed up an' her face was kinda sweaty an' it made her make up run a little. I was such a bastard that I wanted to shame her even more.
"Git on your knees, nigger," I told her kinda gruff like.
Rose never said nothin' when I talked to her like that. She jus' did like she was told without fussin' about it at all. She was still breathin' hard when she got down on her knees. I stood up an' dropped my trousers. My johnson jus' flopped out an' hit her in the face. I was pretty worked up an' I kinda grabbed her head by the hair and made her look up at me.
"Open that mouth up, girl," I ordered her. "Git to work on it."
She did like I said an' opened her sweet mouth up an' I stuck my prick on in until I heard her gaggin' on it. Rose started bobbin' her head up an' down on it while she was suckin' on it. Damn, it felt good.
Seein' Rose's pretty face with her tits jigglin' an' her eyes waterin' an' her Sunday makeup all smeared an' her hair all messed up gave me a powerful feelin'. It didn't take but a minute or two of that before I was ready to shoot. Bastard that I was, I pulled her head back until my prick popped out of her mouth an' shot off the biggest load I could remember havin'.
I splattered my spunk all over Rose's face an' in her hair. There was a big glob on her forehead an' another on her nose. Some got in her eye an' the rest was drippin' off her lips an' chin' an' onto her tits. I'll say it was the sexiest sight I ever saw. She was one use nigger, that's for sure.
It's funny how fast I went from being so worked up to feelin' like a like son of a bitch. An' it was the same thing that did it. Defiling that pretty colored girl the way I had made me feel so good at first and pretty bad afterwards.
Rose stayed on her knees an' was wipin' my spunk out of her eye. I fished my handkerchief out of my shirt pocket and handed it to her before I even pulled up my trousers.
"Thank you, sir," she said to me.
I stood there with my trousers down an' my limp johnson hangin' there with spunk still droolin' out of it an' watched Rose wipe my seed off her pretty face. She got most of it off, but it was still shiny on her lips an' chin' an' there were still blobs of it on her tits.
"I'll wash this right away, Mista Roy," she said. "I tried not to git any lipstick on it 'cause it'll stain it."
"That's okay, Rose," I said while I pulled up my pants. "I got other ones. You kin keep it or throw it out."
"I'll clean it up fo' you, sir," she said. "I don't mind."
"Look..., I better go," I said. "Uh..., you gonna be okay?"
"I'm fine, sir," she said.
She even smiled at me like what I'd done was okay. I know Rose could tell I felt a little ashamed of myself for what I'd done an' was tryin' to make me feel better. Thing was, it made me even more ashamed.
* * *
"Tellin' this to you now kinda brings up those same feelings as before," said Roy. "I guess I just remember bits and pieces of it when I'm thinkin' about what happened back then. Actually tellin' somebody else about it has me rememberin' everything. How she looked. How I felt. All of it."
Julia was rocking in her seat as Roy finished telling her the story. The colored girl found herself even more aroused by this one that the story he'd told her last time. Even though this had all happened long before she was born, she felt a little guilty about taking pleasure in Rose's degradation and humiliation. Of course, unlike Roy, she was getting off on the idea of taking the same treatment as the cleaning girl from forty years ago.
"It's quite a story, sir," said Julia. "I know I'll remember it. I can't help but get worked up over it even though it was pretty nasty."
"Oh, it was nasty all right," said Roy. "But, Rose never acted mad at me or said anything about it. Maybe she was shocked at what I was capable of. When it was happenin', I jus' got carried away an' kept doin' more an' more. But, Rose jus' took it like it wasn't anythin' out of the ordinary. It made me wonder what kind of things Bo had done with her that made me seem mild in comparison."
"Maybe she knew that's how you wanted it, sir," said Julia. "She seemed to be concerned about your feelings. I think she understood that you had conflicted feelings."
"She was pretty special in that regard," Roy said. "So are you. You two are the only ones who didn't seem to think as poorly of me as I did myself."
"I told you before that I've been with... prostitutes," he went on. "Might as well call 'em what they were. I tried to get prostitutes to act out some of what I'd done with Rose. Colored ones. Most of 'em said it was too nasty. Can you believe it? Too nasty for a whore to do! A couple said they would, but it would cost me way more than I was willin' to pay."
"It is pretty nasty soundin' to someone who doesn't understand," Julia responded. "I don't think prostitutes really get off on what they do. It's just a job to them. A job that's already pretty degrading."
"I'm sure you're right," Roy agreed. "Rose did it 'cause she felt like she had to. But, she was still a sweet girl, an' that didn't change even with what Bo an' me did with her. So she didn't act like I was just some bastard even if I was. You, on the other hand, actually like it. Or at least, you like the idea of it. So you don't seem to think poorly of me since we feel the same way about it."
"Well..., I only ever read about stuff like this in a book," Julia explained. "But, it was just fiction, not real like what you're tellin' me. And, it's got stuff that I never even thought about, but, hearin' it now has me thinkin' that I like it, too. Actually, I hope you don't think anything bad about me for likin' it. I know a lady should be horrified by it an' I'm... well... not."
"I only think good things about you, girl," smiled Roy. "I didn't think there were girls like you. Sometimes when I was tryin' to feel better about what I'd done, I told myself that Rose didn't mind so much or even liked it when I made her feel good. But, mainly, I couldn't imagine any girl wantin' to be treated like I did Rose. You're one in a million, Julia."
"Thank you, sir," Julia blushed. "So... you never got one of those... prostitutes to act any of that stuff out, huh?"
"No," Roy replied. "Maybe it's just as well. I'd probably have felt ashamed of myself afterwards, assuming the girl didn't make me stop before I was finished if I went too far for her."
"Well..., you kinda acted it out with me last time, right?" asked Julia, bashfully. "You liked that, right?"
"Yeah, I liked it a lot," answered Roy.
"Do you wanna do it to me again, Mista Roy?" Julia asked him coyly. "I ain't gonna mind none."
"Damn...," breathed Roy. "Of course."
Julia smiled to herself seeing Roy's reaction. In many ways, this white man was more like herself than any of the ones she'd been with. Like her, he got off on the degradation and humiliation. Also like her, he felt more than a little ashamed of himself for it. Of course, she knew full well she'd be doing it for herself as much as she was for him, even if the sexual gratification was pretty one sided. The colored girl got more out of it than just that.
"You wanna see my privates, Mista Roy?" she offered. "You wanna make me show 'em to you? You kin play wit' 'em all you want, sir. Ain't nothin' I can do to stop you 'cause you a white man."
Roy shifted around in his seat. Julia could see his erection poking a tent in his pants. Noticing the white man's arousal inspired her to keep going.
"You kin call me a nigger to my face, sir," said Julia. "You'd like that wouldn't you, Mista Roy? Callin' me nigger an' makin' me kneel fo' you? Stick yo' pecker in my mouth? Shoot off in my nigger face? I'd hafta take it."
"You sure, Julia?" asked Roy.
"Yes, sir, I sho' is," Julia answered. "Do what you want, Mista Roy."
"Get out of them clothes, nigger," Roy ordered gruffly. "I'm gonna take you up on that."
"Yes, sir, Mista Roy," said Julia.
Julia stood up and quickly pulled off her waitress uniform. Her bra and panties were soon in a pile on her chair and she stood naked before the silver haired white man. She thought about squatting down the way she had the last time, but decided that Roy would enjoy making her do it if he wanted it.
"Open your legs up, girl," he commanded. "I'm gonna have me a feel of your female parts."
Obediently, Julia parted her legs as far as she could and still keep her balance. Roy reached between them and cupped her vagina in his hand. A moment later, she felt a finger inside her. A moment after that, two fingers. The white man finger fucked the naked negro girl as she stood exposed in front of him. She humped back at him and was rewarded with the pressure of his thumb on her clit.
Roy rubbed Julia's pussy vigorously and perhaps a little more roughly than she liked, but still, she felt a climax coming on. The story combined with all the squeezing she'd done while listening to it had already brought her pretty close. Being treated this way by the white man reliving a scene from his sexual past had the negro girl almost to the point of orgasm in a minute.
"I's gonna cum, Mista Roy," moaned Julia. "Please kin I, sir? Kin I cum fo' you?"
"Go ahead, nigger," said Roy. "It's okay by me."
"Thank you, sir...," she gasped. "Thank you... Ohhh... Ah! Ah!"
Julia was startled by the intensity of her orgasm. She could feel her pussy squeezing hard on Roy's fingers. When she opened her eyes, she was embarrassed to see him looking her in the face, clearly enjoying her expression. Suddenly, he pulled his hand away and stood up.
"On your knees, nigger," he ordered. "An' open your mouth up. I got somethin' for you."
Kneeling on the motel carpet, Julia looked up at Roy and opened her mouth wide, laying her tongue across her bottom lip in an effort to make herself as inviting looking to him as she could. The white man fumbled with his zipper before getting it open and taking his cock out and sticking it in the negro's mouth.
Closing her lips around Roy's dick, the black girl slurped on it as she bobbed her head up and down it. Even though he hadn't mentioned Rose doing it in the story, Julia reached up and caressed the silver haired man's balls as she sucked on his cock. Clearly, he liked it because almost immediately she felt them twitch and knew he was about cum.
She had the feeling that Roy wouldn't grab her hair and yank her off his dick the way he had done with Rose, so Julia took it upon herself to move her head back and grab his cock, pointing it at her face as she looked up at him.
Julia smiled up at Roy as he ejaculated in her face with a couple quick spurts of semen that landed on her cheek and nose. She held her head up for him to see as his seed ran down over her lips and chin, finally dripping onto her bare breasts.
When Roy's dick started to soften, Julia took it into her mouth and sucked on it some more, cleaning the cum off it. She let it slip out from between her lips and he sat back in the chair, his cock still hanging out of his fly. Silently, the negro waited on her knees for the white man, presenting her defiled face and body for his pleasure.
"Damn, you're incredible, girl," said Roy at last, zipping up his pants. "You make me feel like I'm a young man again."
"Thank you, sir," Julia replied, semen still dripping off her smiling face. "You make me feel like a nigger."
Reaching into his pocket, Roy pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to the kneeling teenager. Julia took it and wiped her face and breasts off.
"Keep it," said Roy. "A little souvenir."
"Thanks, Mista Roy," said Julia happily.
"You best get dressed now, Julia," he told her. "I got a long road ahead of me startin' early. I don't know when I'm gonna be back this way, but you can believe I'll be back as soon as I can. I hope you don't mind me makin' up for forty years of lost time."
"I ain't mind at all, Mista Roy, sir," she replied with a smile.
Standing up, Julia picked up her clothes and started to dress. Seeing that Roy was pretty focused on her chest, the colored girl didn't put her bra on until she'd already put her uniform skirt back on and remained bare breasted for him as long as possible.
Once she was dressed, Julia walked to the door to let herself off. She turned towards Roy before she left.
"Thanks again, sir," she said gratefully. "I hope I see you again soon."
"Any time," smiled Roy.
Julia closed the motel room door and walked across the parking lot towards the bus stop. She saw that Eddie's blue Camero was still parked there. Glancing towards the diner, she saw the black man just coming out of the door, getting ready to lock up.
"Hey there, sweet thang!" called Eddie. "If you can wait a minute, I'll give you a ride home."
"You don't have to do that, Eddie," said Julia as he walked up to her.
"I ain't gotta do nothin', girl," he smiled. "But, I want to give you a ride home. Don't worry 'bout it. It ain't like it's outta my way or nothin'. Hop in."
Eddie opened the passenger door and Julia sat down. So, here she was again, she thought. Five minutes ago she was kneeling on the floor of a white man's motel room with his jism all over her face and naked body. Now, she was accepting a ride from her black shift manager who didn't seem the least bit curious about what she'd been doing in the hour and a quarter since she'd left work.
"See ya tomorrow, Julia," said Eddie after pulling to the curb in front of her apartment.
"Thanks for the ride, Eddie," she said as she opened the door. "I appreciate it."
"Ain't nothin', girl," he smiled. "Anything for a pretty lady like you."
Julia found herself blushing as she closed the car door and watched the Camero go off down the road. How could Eddie not have seen that she was walking from the motel earlier. He'd have to at least suspect she'd been with someone in one of the rooms. But, if he did, it didn't seem to bother him at all.
Back in the apartment, Julia saw that Brenda had already gone to bed so she went straight to her room. Already having been given some relief at Roy's hand, Julia decided to just go right to sleep.
As she drifted of, laying in her bed, Julia's mind wandered back to the story of Roy and Rose. She still wondered how a girl like that could be so proper with her boyfriend and a complete slut with her employer's teenaged son. Obviously, she didn't have a lot of choice with the white boy, but she did more than lay there and let him have at it so there was more to it than just doing what she had to.
And then there was the boyfriend. Roy had said how much he got off on taking liberties with the colored girl knowing that she was denying her boyfriend that privilege. Julia wondered how the girl could expect George to settle for a kiss when Rose herself was having sex regularly even if it was coerced.
In the moments before she fell asleep, she replayed the scene of Rose telling George that he'd have to wait until they were married when she was about to go inside and be used by Roy. For some reason, in her mind, when Julia imagined the black boyfriend, she pictured him with Eddie's face.
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