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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
More than a week went from the time Julia had last met Roy at Franky's Diner and gone to his motel room at the Travel Inn next door. After both encounters with the silver haired man, she'd been given a ride home by her shift manager at the diner, Eddie an easy going black man who clearly was interested in her.
Interestingly, Eddie had asked no questions about how she'd spent the time between the end of her shift at eleven o'clock and when he'd lock up at midnight and find her just making her way to the bus stop. He'd just happily give her a ride to her apartment and then say nothing about it the following day when she came into work at three.
It was getting close to closing time when a tall, dark haired man came into the diner and sat at one of the tables. He looked to be in his forties and was wearing a black shirt with black slacks. Julia didn't think he looked too much like a trucker, but she'd learned that looks could be deceiving.
Following Bernice's advice, Julia kept the two top buttons of her uniform blouse undone. As she did for all the white men who came in, she made sure that her it was open so that this one could see plenty of cleavage. She took a menu over to him and leaned over a little more than she had to in order to fill his water glass.
Julia felt a little tingle between her legs when she saw him glance down her top for a moment before looking back up at her face. The colored girl blushed self consciously. After a long moment, he turned his attention to the menu. Since there was no one else in the restaurant, she waited while he studied it.
"I'll have a turkey club sandwich," he said finally. "And a cup of tomato soup."
"You want some coffee or somethin' to drink, sir?" she asked.
"Iced tea," he replied. "With lemon."
"Yes, sir," said the colored waitress.
Order in hand, Julia walked across the empty dining room, her hips swaying all the way. She went up to the kitchen counter and gave it to Eddie, who'd been watching her the whole time. The black man lingered at the window for a moment, giving the lone diner a final look before turning away and getting his order ready.
After getting his iced tea, Julia returned to the table. Leaning over in front of the white man enough to give him an eyeful of her ample cleavage, she placed the glass down. Once again, his eyes drank in the sight of her exposed negro flesh for a few seconds before looking back up at her. Something about his expression had the colored girl's pussy tingling again.
"Um..., you want me to bring your soup now or with the sandwich?" she asked.
"Excuse me?" he replied. "I'm not sure I heard you properly."
Confused at first, Julia replayed her question in her mind. Maybe she hadn't spoken clearly, she thought. Then she realized that she'd forgotten the honorific. Could that be what he meant?
"I... uh... asked if you want your soup now...," said Julia, "uh..., sir."
"That's better," he smiled, his eyes drifting down to her chest. "Yes, please. I'll have my soup now, thank you."
There was doubt that he was correcting her for not addressing him as sir and it made her clit jump.
"Yes, sir," Julia responded, flustered. "I'll get it now, sir."
Stepping quickly across the dining room, Julia went to the kitchen to get the cup of soup. Eddie had already placed it on the counter along with a small packet of saltines. She picked it all up and brought it back to the table. Bending down, she placed it in front of the dark haired man. He took the opportunity to take another glance down her blouse without making any effort to be discrete about it. Blushing, the black girl took her time straightening back up. She started to turn back towards the kitchen.
"Excuse me, miss," said the white man. "I have to ask you something. I couldn't help noticing that you've got a couple of buttons open on your blouse. I hope you don't mind me mentioning it, but I thought you should know."
"Uh..., I..., um...," stammered Julia.
"Oh, I didn't mean to embarrass you, girl," he said. "Sorry about that. And I'm not complaining, believe me. You're a fine looking young woman."
"Thank you, sir," she blushed.
Completely flustered now, Julia didn't know what to do now. Her pussy was twitching and she could feel her face burning with embarrassment. She just stood there a moment trying to collect her thoughts.
"Hmmm," smiled the white man. "Since you're leaving it that way, perhaps it's for my benefit. If so, I appreciate it."
Turning her face away from him, Julia's mind reeled. She hadn't expected to have her blouse buttons come up as a topic of conversation.
"Order up!" called Eddie from the kitchen window.
"I believe that's my sandwich, miss," the dark haired man suggested.
"Oh...," said Julia, startled. "Yes, sir. I'll go get it."
"One more thing...," he said, stopping her as she started to walk away.
"Yes, sir?" she asked.
"It's okay if you're too embarrassed to tell me that you wanted to display your charms for me," he told her. "If you meant it, you can unbutton the third one to let me know. That's all."
"Yes, sir," said Julia submissively. "I'll... uh... get your sandwich now, sir."
As Julia walked back to the kitchen counter, she could feel that the crotch of her panties were soaked. She was still a little shocked at how plainly the white man spoke to her. It was as if he knew what she was thinking.
Yes, thought Julia, she certainly had been displaying her charms for his benefit. She just hadn't expected him to come out and say anything about it. She also couldn't believe that he expected her just go ahead and unbutton another button. That would have her blouse open enough that he could see her bra.
The plate with the club sandwich was sitting on the counter. The dining room was empty and Eddie wasn't at the window, so Julia reached up and nonchalantly unbuttoned the third button on her uniform blouse.
Just as Julia was about to return to the white man's table, Eddie called out to her.
"Hang on, girl," he said, "I forgot to put the pickle on the side."
Turning around, Julia was face to face with Eddie on the other side of the kitchen counter. She saw his eyes go straight to her exposed flesh and watched a grin creep across his face before he looked back up at her. He put half of a dill pickle on the plate next to the sandwich.
"Now, it's ready to go," said Eddie, still smiling.
"Thanks," said Julia softly, her face burning with embarrassment.
Still feeling the effects of Eddie seeing how far down she'd unbuttoned her blouse, Julia walked back to the white man's table. She leaned down to put the sandwich in front of him and pick up the empty soup cup. She felt like her breasts were about to spill out.
"I'm glad to see I wasn't mistaken," he smiled. "You were showing your assets off for me, after all."
"Yes, sir," she replied in a small voice.
"Good girl," he praised her, still smiling warmly. "You're quite attractive and you display them in a very pleasing way. I do appreciate it."
"Thank you, sir," she said softly. "I'm glad you liked it."
Turning his attention to his meal, the man picked up his sandwich and took a bite. Julia didn't know what else to do, so she walked back towards the kitchen. Eddie watched her with the hint of a smile on his face. As she approached the counter she remembered that her blouse was almost half open and she changed course towards the ladies room.
Once inside, Julia checked herself out in the mirror. With three buttons undone, her bra was easily visible. Her face burned with a fresh wave of embarrassment as she thought about how she must have looked to the white man. She was even more embarrassed when she realized that Eddie had enjoyed an eyeful, as well. The colored girl buttoned her blouse back up before leaving the ladies room.
When Julia came back out, she saw that the dark haired man had finished his sandwich. She turned around and quickly put her blouse back the way it had been, with the top three buttons undone. Taking a deep breath, she turned back around and walked over to check in on him.
"How was everythin', sir?" asked Julia.
"Just fine," he replied, smiling when he saw she was still exposed.
"Would you like anythin' else, sir?" she asked.
"Yes, you can tell me when you get off work," he told her.
That question got Julia's clit to jump. She'd hoped that this white man would be interested in more than just being served his dinner.
"Eleven," she replied without hesitation. "Um..., sir."
"Hmmm...," he said, checking his watch. "That's only ten minutes from now. Wonderful! I'm staying at the Travel Inn next door. Room thirty nine, on the end. I'd like you to come and see me there as soon as you get off."
Her pussy was buzzing now and Julia felt her pulse race.
"Yes, sir," she blushed. "I'll be there right after I leave... Sir."
"Good girl," he smiled. "I'm looking forward to seeing you then. Now, I'll take the check."
"Yes, sir," said Julia, fumbling in the pocket of her uniform skirt to find her order pad. "Here you go, sir."
The dark haired man looked at the check and pulled out his wallet. The check was seven eighty five. He put a ten on the table and got up.
"I'll get your change, sir," she offered.
"No need," he said. "The rest is for you."
"Thank you, sir," Julia replied.
She watched as the white man walked towards the door. At some point, Eddie had come out from the kitchen and locked the front door. He unlocked it and let the man out.
"G'night, sir," smiled Eddie, locking the door after he'd left.
Turning her back towards Eddie, Julia quickly buttoned her blouse back up until only the top one was left undone. She gathered up the dishes from the table and took them back to the kitchen while Eddie cashed out the register. By the time she had everything taken care of, it was eleven.
Eddie was still working on the receipts when Julia came out of the kitchen. He stopped what he was doing and unlocked the door for her.
"See you later, sweet thang," he smiled at her.
"Yes, good night, Eddie," replied Julia, stepping outside.
Walking across the parking lot, Julia didn't look back to see if Eddie was watching her. Instead, she went quickly to the Travel Inn, room thirty nine. She knocked on the door and waited a half a minute or so before the door opened up. Stepping onto the room, she was faced with the mirror image of the rooms she'd visited before. Otherwise, it was identical.
"Hi, sir," she said as he closed the door behind her. "I don't think I introduced myself... My name is Julia."
"Yes, I saw your name tag," said the man. "My name is John, but you may continue to address me as sir."
Once again, the negro girl felt her clit jump.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"Remove your clothing, Julia," John instructed her as he sat down in the chair. "I know you're anxious to display yourself for me."
"Yes, sir," blushed the black girl. "Thank you, sir."
As she began to unbutton her uniform blouse yet again, Julia started to wonder how had this situation come about. Here she was in this stranger's motel room... A stranger who's name she'd only learned this moment... She was undressing at his order without hesitation... And, she was thanking him!
John sat quietly and watched as Julia continued to undress. After she got her blouse off, she decided to continue towards exposing her breasts. She unfastened her bra and pulled the shoulder straps off, letting her mammaries hang unfettered.
"Nice udders, girl," he complimented her. "Very nice, indeed."
Udders! Was he seriously comparing her to a cow? Julia was a little surprised by his choice of words and even more surprised by the effect it was having between her legs.
"Thank you, sir," she said quietly.
After unzipping her skirt, Julia let it drop to the floor. Without even stepping out of it, she pushed her panties down to her ankles. She bent down to slip off her shoes and pick up the skirt and panties, placing them on the unoccupied chair along with her blouse and bra. She stood there, hands at her sides, her head bowed, naked before the white stranger.
"I like the way you keep your vagina bare," said John. "I prefer to be able to see everything. It's very attractive."
"Thank you, sir," blushed Julia. "I... like... how it feels... I'm glad you like it."
"Move your feet further apart," he directed. "Place your hands behind your head. I like the way that position presents the breasts and genitals."
"Uh, yes, sir," she said.
As she moved into the pose as the dark haired man ordered her, Julia felt her pussy twitching again. This was much like the position she assumed with almost all of the white men in her past. She'd always felt vulnerable and exposed in it, not to mention completely objectified. The way John spoke to her made her feel like a piece of meat on display. A fine cut of meat, to be sure. But, meat, just the same.
"Excellent," said John. "Very pleasing to the eye... Turn around, Julia. I'd like to see the back... Slowly now... That's it... Keep those elbows up... Yes... Very attractive."
Her face burning, Julia slowly turned around until she was facing away from John. With her legs parted, she could feel the cool air conditioned room air on her wet pussy.
"Bend over, please," he asked her, expecting to be obeyed. "That's a good girl... Further down... I want to see your vagina from the back."
Straining a little, Julia bent over as far as she could. This treatment was very embarrassing for the colored girl, but she was loving the careful attention that John was paying to her naked body.
"Stay like that, girl," John told her. "I'm going to have a closer look at you. Don't be alarmed."
Her heart beating fast, Julia braced herself for his touch. She fully expected to feel his hand against her pussy, but instead, she felt both hands on the cheeks of her ass. Without saying a word, John spread her ass out.
"Perfect," he mused to himself. "You anus is virtually unused. Have you been taken anally, Julia?"
Still bent over in the humiliating position, Julia felt John's fingers running up and down the crack of her ass and over her pussy.
"I... uh... yes..., sir," she replied, her voice strained. "A few times, sir."
"Did you experience any pain?" he asked.
"A little, sir," she answered. "It wasn't too bad, though."
"Good," said John. "Stand up and face me."
Slowly, Julia straightened up and turned around. She was careful to keep her hands behind her head and her elbows out.
"Good girl," he smiled. "Open your mouth. Nice and wide."
This kept getting more and more objectifying, thought Julia. However, she complied and opened her mouth for him. John put his finger on her tongue and she started to drool a little which embarrassed her greatly.
"Can you take a man into your throat without gagging?" he asked. "It's okay if you can't. I'd just like to know."
"Not that far, sir," she answered, her words slurred from speaking with her mouth held open.
John moved his hands down and took hold of her breasts. He squeezed them gently before lifting them from underneath.
"You've got a nice set of udders, Julia," he told her. "Nice and big with only a little sag."
Udders, again, thought Julia. At least he liked them, but it made her feel like a farm animal being inspected.
"Thank you, sir," she said softly.
"Lay on the bed, girl," John ordered. "On your back."
Now this was the part she'd been waiting for. Julia stepped over to the double bed and lay down on her back. She opened her legs and waited. John started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Bend your knees and hold your legs up," he directed her. "Use your hands to hold them in place. Keep your legs spread apart. You have a very attractive vagina and I like looking at it."
Julia lifted her legs up with her knees bent. She grabbed the backs of her thighs just above the knee and held them. The negro girl could see John taking his slacks off as she watched him between her open legs. The white man was naked now and fully erect. She was happy she'd had such a positive effect on him. She couldn't wait to feel his hard cock in her pussy.
John stepped up to the bed, but reached and got something off the night stand that Julia couldn't see right away. A moment later she saw he had tube of something in his hand and was squeezing a little of the contents out onto his finger.
The bed sagged when John got up on it and knelt in front of her spread legs. He reached down towards her crotch. Julia was startled when she felt something cool and slippery being spread over her anus Suddenly, the dark haired man leaned forward and she felt his cock against her asshole. With a single thrust, he shoved his dick right up her ass.
"Oh!" gasped Julia as she felt his member deep in her rectum.
"You didn't think I'd fuck you like a regular woman, did you, nigger?" John asked matter of factly.
Slowly, he thrust in and out of her asshole. Julia was still shocked at the suddenness of the unexpected turn of events. John's cock was thick and it stretched her ass painfully.
"Ohhh..." she groaned.
"Hush now, girl," he told her. "Just lay there an' take it... You're so tight... I love it..."
Julia looked up at John's face as he fucked her tender asshole. She could see the lust in his eyes now. She hadn't noticed it until now, but his eyes were sparkling. It was more than just jungle fever, that much was certain. He was gratifying himself in her body without worrying about her pleasure in the least. She was nothing more than a hole to put his dick in. It was so degrading. Even with the pain, she could feel that her unused pussy was soaking wet.
John's eyes roamed over Julia's defiled body as he pumped his cock in and out of her ass. It was like he was enjoying a picture in a girlie magazine while masturbating. The only difference was she was a real girl, not a picture, and he was using her asshole to masturbate with instead of his hand.
"You're incredibly attractive, Julia," he said as he continued his thrusts. "I love this position because I can see everything while I take my pleasure with you. Your negro features are very animalistic and erotic. Your udders are wonderful. Your vagina is a thing of beauty. I'd have used it except for the fact that I wouldn't be able to admire it at the same time. Your asshole is marvelously tight, though. Truly a pleasure to use. You should be proud."
"Ohhh..." Julia vocalized.
"I couldn't bring myself to treat a regular woman this way," said John. "That's why I love to use niggers like you. I feel like I can do as I please with them... With you. I'm sure you understand. Don't you, nigger?"
"Yes..., sir...," gasped Julia.
"I knew you were a nigger right away," he explained. "So, I was pretty sure I was in for a treat. You didn't disappoint, Julia. You're a fine nigger."
"Thank... you..., sir..." she groaned.
"Get ready, girl...," he said. "I'm gonna just pound you until I get off now."
Julia tried to brace herself, but John started slamming his cock into her ass so hard it made the bed creak. Sweat beaded up on his face. The black girl hoped he'd cum soon because her asshole was getting sore.
"Tell me how it feels," John instructed her.
"It feels good, sir," said Julia.
"It doesn't hurt?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, it hurts," she answered.
"What hurts?" he wanted to hear it.
"My asshole, sir," she told him.
"Why's that?" asked John, sweat dripping off his face.
"'Cause you fuckin' it, sir," answered Julia. "You got your big white dick up my black nigger asshole, sir. You fuckin' my nigger ass, sir."
"Good girl," he grinned. "You like takin' your better's dick up the ass, don't you, nigger?"
"Yes, sir," she said. "That's what my ass is for, sir. Takin' my better's dicks up in it an' givin' 'em somethin' nice 'n tight to fuck."
"You're gonna have me cummin' in your ass if you keep talkin' like that," he told her, still grinning.
"That's what it's for, sir," she replied. "I'm jus' a nigger, sir. My nigger ass is for my betters to fuck."
"Ask me to spit in your face, girl," said John, his voice husky with the exertion.
"Huh?" asked Julia, unsure she heard right.
"I said, ask me to spit in your face, nigger," he repeated gruffly.
As if making her take it in the ass wasn't degrading enough, he wanted her to ask for more humiliation? It was as if this was all happening to someone else. Except for the fact that she was definitely the one feeling his dick up her ass.
"Please... uh.... spit in my face," she said softly.
"You can do better than that," he said.
"Please spit in my face, sir," she said louder. "Please, sir. Please spit in my nigger face."
Looking up at him, Julia saw John's lips move and then as suddenly as he'd entered her, he spat in her face, hitting her on her cheek.
"What do you say, nigger?" he asked, pounding into her ass.
"Th... Th... Thank you, sir," she answered. "Thank you, fo' spittin' in my nigger face, sir."
Her answer seemed to get John to shift into a yet higher gear and he slammed his cock home into her.
"Again," he gasped.
Even though she wasn't feeling much besides the pain and degradation of being on the receiving end of a butt fucking, Julia was getting caught up in John's excitement. He'd been so controlled up until this. Now, she was seeing how he really was and it had her wanting to do nothing other than please him.
"Please, spit in my nigger face again, sir," she begged.
John spat on her again, getting his saliva on her forehead.
"Thank you, sir," said Julia.
"Open your mouth, nigger," he ordered her excitedly.
Obediently, Julia opened her mouth wide, knowing full well what was going to happen. As soon as her lips were apart, John spat right in her mouth.
"Take it, bitch!" he groaned.
Shoving his cock in as far as he could, John ejaculated in the negro's rectum. Julia could feel him shoot off inside her as she lay there, her mouth still open, spittle running off her face. He stayed there, leaning on his hands over her as his dick continued to jerk, his seed filling her ass.
When his cock finally softened, John pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked back at Julia where she lay, still holding her legs up and apart, semen oozing out of her asshole.
"Oh, man...," said John. "I needed that."
Standing up, John too a couple steps to the chair by the table and sat down in it.
"You're a hell of a nigger, Julia," he told her. "A regular woman woulda gone screamin' out of here. But you took it like a real nigger."
"Thank you, sir," she said. "Can I put my legs down now, sir?"
"Yeah, sure," said John. "Damn, that felt good."
"I'm glad, sir," Julia replied.
"I'm gonna take a shower now,," he said. "You can clean up and get dressed."
"Yes, sir," she replied.
John walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Julia got out of the bed. Her ass was sore and she walked gingerly to the sink next to the bathroom door. She could hear the water running in the shower. The negro girl washed the spit off her face and looked at herself in the mirror.
Julia wondered if there was any humiliation she could suffer that wouldn't arouse her. What kind of girl would take the treatment she'd just taken and instead of being angry at being degraded that way, she was wet and ready for more. What would a normal person think of her?
After she dried her face off, Julia went over to where her clothes were, and started to dress. She'd only managed to pick her panties up when she heard the shower go off in the bathroom. A moment later, John stepped back into the room, still naked. Glancing down, the colored girl was surprised to see he was erect.
"Come here," said John.
Putting down her panties, Julia stepped over to where John stood.
"Kneel," he commanded.
The colored girl knelt at the white man's feet, his hard cock inches away from her face. Julia felt like a dog being ordered around.
"Suck it," he instructed her.
Reaching out with one hand, Julia wrapped her fingers around John's erection. She leaned forward and took it into her mouth and started sucking on it. The black girl was a little stunned by the directness of the dark haired man and the suddenness of the act. A minute ago she was getting dressed and about to leave. Now, she was on her knees with his dick in her mouth. Her face burned with shame while her pussy tingled.
"Thinking about the way I just finished using you got my dick hard," explained John. "And, since you're still here, it seemed like a waste not to use you again. A nigger's mouth is far more pleasing than my hand. Don't you agree, Julia?"
"Mmmff, mmmff," she replied, her mouth full of his cock.
Taking Julia's head in his hands, John began gently bucking his hips, slowly sliding his penis in and out of the negro's mouth, fucking her face. The black girl's nostrils flared as she tried to breath, her mouth stuffed with white dick.
"That's it...," said John. "You're doing fine, girl. Keep sucking on it. I'm going to push it in a little more, so be ready."
John stuck his dick further into Julia's mouth and she started to gag on it until he pulled back a little. Her eyes were watering as he held her head, his cock in her face. After a moment, he pushed it back in until she gagged again.
"See?" he said soothingly. "That's not so bad is it?"
"Mmmff mmmff, mmmff," she responded.
Slowly, John continued fucking Julia's face as she knelt on the floor. She sputtered and gagged as his dick slid in and out of her mouth. She could feel her saliva drooling down her chin and dripping onto her naked breasts.
"I like the sounds you're making, Julia," said John. "They're very erotic. Your mouth is very pleasing, too. You're a fine cocksucker."
Gradually, Julia got used to having John's dick go so far into her mouth and she managed to keep from gagging on every stroke. After a few minutes of this she felt his hands tighten their grip on her head. He stopped thrusting and a moment later she felt him ejaculate in her throat. She struggled to keep from choking and swallowed his seed down.
Stepping back from her, John looked down at the defiled negro kneeling on the floor. He admired Julia's naked form for a moment before grabbing a towel and handing it to her.
"Thank you, sir," said Julia, taking the towel.
John stood and watched while Julia wiped her face and breasts off. When she was finished, she handed the towel back to him.
"Can I get up now, sir?" she asked sweetly.
"No, I'd prefer you crawl back to where your clothes are," he told her. "I enjoy seeing a nigger crawl on the floor. I like how the ass jiggles and the breasts swing. You don't mind, do you, Julia?"
"No, sir," she replied. "I don't mind."
One more humiliation wouldn't make any difference, thought Julia as she crawled to the chair by the table. Actually, she was happy to be able to continue pleasing the white man and made sure to shake her ass a little extra and make her tits sway more as she crawled.
"I see you genitals are well lubricated," observed John. "I take that to mean that you enjoyed our little get together as much as I did."
"Yes, sir, I did," Julia told him, her face hot with embarrassment at having her aroused state pointed out to her.
"Excellent!" he replied, pleased. "Do you plan to masturbate when you get home? You've earned it."
Somehow, this white man managed to keep shaming her even after he was finished using her, thought Julia. The fact that his words made her clit twitch shamed her even more.
"Yes, sir," she admitted.
"I'm glad to hear it," he said. "Go ahead and get dressed now."
Getting up off the floor, Julia picked up her panties and put them on. John watched as she put her bra on and then her waitress uniform. As she finished dressing, she glanced at the clock by the bed. It was just after one o'clock in the morning.
"Thanks for coming by, Julia," said John, opening the door to let her out. "I enjoyed having you. I'll look for you the next time I come back through here."
"Okay, sir," replied Julia. "Bye, sir."
"Bye, girl," he said.
Stepping out into the night, Julia heard John close the door behind her. Her jaw ached and her asshole was sore. She'd been as thoroughly fucked as she could remember, though her unused pussy craved relief.
Julia was looking forward to getting home and getting to bed. She certainly had plenty to reflect on once she was in her bed taking care of business.
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