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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
It was after one o'clock in the morning when Julia left John's motel room. The white man had used her quite roughly, subjecting her to a humiliating examination, taken her in the ass, and finally gave her a face fucking that left her choking on his cum. However, the black girl's only complaint was that he'd left her pussy unused and craving relief.
On her way to the bus stop, Julia was surprised to see Eddie's blue Camero still in the parking lot at Franky's Diner next door. She was even more surprised to see the black man sitting behind the wheel, listening to the radio. He should have gotten off work an hour earlier.
"Hey there, sweet thang," he said as she walked up.
"Uh..., hi, Eddie," she replied. "I didn't think you'd still be here."
"Yeah, well...," said Eddie. "It ain't like I got someplace to be. You want a ride, girl?"
"Sure," said Julia.
Eddie reached across the passenger seat and pushed the door open. Julia climbed in.
"So, Eddie...," Julia started to say. "Were you waitin' on me?"
"Well..., yeah..., I guess so," Eddie replied.
"How did you know I didn't go home already?" she asked. "It's almost one in the morning."
"I had a hunch you was still around," he answered.
"How'd you get a hunch like that?" she wanted to know.
"Come on, baby!" he protested. "Ain't it enough that I'm here for you? I don't ask you nothin' 'bout nothin'. Can't you jus' leave it be?"
"No, I can't," said Julia. "I wanna know."
"All right," Eddie gave in. "I guess it ain't much to go on, an' I'd feel pretty stupid if I was wrong. But, I seen you with that trucker wearin' black at Franky's an' it seemed to me that you'd be goin' with him like you done with that old white guy last week. I wasn't wrong 'bout him, so I figured I ain't wrong the time."
Julia felt as if she were naked in front of the black man. Eddie knew her secret. Maybe not her real secret, but he certainly knew her actions even if he didn't know why.
"If you know what I been doin', why do you want to give me rides home?" asked Julia. "You think you'll get on my good side an' get some for yourself?"
"You got me all wrong, girl!" said Eddie. "It ain't like that at all."
"Then how is it, Eddie?" she asked. "Why are you here so late waitin' on me knowin' what I been doin' an' knowin' there ain't nothin' in it for you?"
"It ain't easy to explain," he started to answer. "What I mean is, it's hard for me to explain, you un'erstan'?"
"Try," she said.
"It's kinda embarrassin' to say, is what I mean," Eddie clarified. "It ain't somethin' I'd tell no woman. Hell..., it ain't somethin' I'd tell no man, neither! Fact is, I ain't tol' much of anybody."
"Told 'em what?" Julia prodded.
"Okay, it's like this," he started to explain. "When I first asked you to go out with me, an' you turned me down, I figured it was 'cause maybe you thought I's too ol' for you. Then, on that same day, I seen you talkin' to that ol' white man. I got the feelin' from watchin' you that there was more goin' on 'n jus' a old guy talkin' to a sweet young thang."
"So, when you left Franky's that night," he continued, "I seen you headin' over to the Travel Inn, an' I knew you was meetin' him. That's when I knew the problem ain't that I's too ol'. The problem was that I ain't white."
"I'm sorry, Eddie," she told him. "I can't help how I feel."
"I un'erstan' that, girl," said Eddie. "I don't mind that. You ain't gotta apologize. An, I ain't finished yet."
"See, the thing is that I... really... don't mind," he went on. "Seein' a girl like you... a sweet black girl... with some white man like that... Well... I get a funny feelin' 'bout it. Truth is, while I's waitin' on you out here while you in some white man's room doin'... what you do in there... I get so fired up... I mean, my dick jus' get so damn hard, you wouldn't believe it. Don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know. But, that's how it is. Now you know."
"Eddie...," said Julia, her mind racing. "I... I don't know what to say... Are you serious?"
"Damn straight, I's serious, girl!" Eddie replied. "Don't go tellin' nobody what I jus' tol' you. Like I said, I ain't never tol' nobody. I mean, how could I tell that to somebody? What would they think hearin' that?"
"I don't know," she said.
"What do you think hearin' that?" he asked.
"I... don't know," she answered. "I never heard of anything like that... Why..."
"Like I tol' you, I don't know," said Eddie. "Why you like bein' a nigger for white men? I know that's what it is with you. Them white men look at you funny an' you ready spread your legs for 'em. Why's that?"
"Like tonight...," he went on. "That white man in black clothes you was just with. You had yo' tits hangin' all out for him, didn't you? You was shakin' your booty all over the place for him, wasn't you? Why you wanna act like that? You don't know. Why does seein' you carryin' on like that for some white man make my dick hard? I don't know. Why does knowin' you in his bed with your legs spread an' his white dick all up in you get me fired up? Hell, I don't know! I just know it do."
"So, you like knowin' that some white man is usin' me even when I wouldn't go out with you?" asked Julia. "I felt kinda ashamed comin' back from bein' with that white man the same night I said I couldn't go with you an' endin' up takin' a ride home from you. I figured you just didn't know what I did or you wouldn't a done it."
"Oh, I knew what you was doin', girl," said Eddie, a smile creeping over his face. "You was off lettin' that ol' white man do what he wanted with you. I spent the whole time you was gone thinkin' 'bout what you must be doin'. I was thinkin' that maybe he couldn't get it up so good, so maybe you was suckin' on his dick or jerkin' him off. But, maybe he ain't have no trouble like that an' was fuckin' the hell out of your coochie..."
"Damn...," he said, interrupting himself. "See, I'm gettin' fired up all over again! Sorry if I said too much, girl."
"No, it's okay, Eddie," said Julia. "I think I'm startin' to understand... Have you... I hope you don't mind me askin'... Have you always felt like this?"
"Yeah," Eddie replied. "Long as I can remember. The first time I knew it was when I was still pretty young. I was in junior high."
"I used to cut class now an' then," he started, "an' the place I liked to hide out when I did was in the storeroom for the cafeteria. When it was after lunch, nobody came there. Thing was, I wasn't the only one who knowed 'bout it."
* * *
I was way in the back of the store room, behind shelves filled up with big cans of peas an' beans an' what not. There was some big bags of flour up in there, too. There was so much shit in there that you couldn't even see the door from where I liked to sit. 'Course, that's what made it such a good spot to hide when I was 's'posed to be in some borin' ass class.
I heard somebody come in, an' right away I was scared shitless that I'd git caught an' dragged off to see Mister Whitehead, the vice principal. Then I heard a voice, an' damn if wasn't him! At first, I figured maybe he knew where I was an' came lookin' for me. Then I heard another voice, Missus Wilkins, the lunch lady. I was hopin' they ain't need somethin' from way in the back.
"Please, Mister Whitehead, not again!" Missus Wilkins was sayin'. "Ain't I done it enough fo' you?"
"Listen, nigger, you gonna do like I want if you like your job," said Mister Whitehead. "I could replace you in five minutes an' you know it."
I couldn't believe what I was hearin'! Mister Whitehead callin' Missus Wilkins a nigger! I knew he was a son of a bitch, but damn! That was pretty low. I ain't particularly like her 'cause she always acted like she was better 'n me when I come through the lunch line, so I ain't feel too sorry for her. Maybe it serves her right to git put in her place for once. I was wonderin' what she done to get him so pissed off at her.
"I know it, sir," she was pleadin' now, "an' I 'preciate what you done for me... But, I musta paid you back by now with... all I done already."
"Ain't you figured it out yet?" he said. "It ain't never gonna be enough. I own your black ass, nigger. That's the way it is."
"But, I's a married woman, Mister Whitehead, sir!" she tol' him. "What about my vows?"
"To hell with your vows, you dumb bitch," he said all harsh. "You're a married slut, that's what you are. Now hurry it up an' get those panties down an' get that dress up. I got places to be."
Now, this was jus' crazy, I was thinkin'. Was Mister Whitehead really gonna fuck the lunch lady right there with me not ten feet away? Now, I knowed I shoulda been pissed after hearin' him call her a nigger. What he was doin' to her wasn't right, even if she was a bitch.
The thing was, hearin' that ol' white man takin' advantage of her had my fuckin' dick hard as a damn rock. I couldn't wait to hear what was gonna happen next, an' I's ashamed to say, I wanted him to fuck that high an' mighty bitch.
"All right, sir, I do it like you want this time," she said. "But please, sir, this gots to be the last time."
"Get them fuckin' panties down, nigger," he tol' her. "Hike up that dress an' bend over."
"Yes, sir, I's doin' it, sir," she said.
I guess there wasn't much of any place for her to rest herself while she was bent over standin' up, so she moved some cans out of the way and rested herself on the shelf that was 'bout waist high. That's when she saw me there on the other side. Her eyes got big at first an' then she started to look pissed as hell. I was afraid she was gonna say somethin', but she didn't.
'Course her expression changed when ol' Mister Whitehead drilled that bitch. Her eyes got big again an' I watched the look on her face while she got her fat black ass fucked by that dirty ol' white man. He was gruntin' with each stroke, an' he was plowin' into her so hard it was makin' the shelf shake. For a minute I was afraid some of them big ol' cans was gonna crash down on me.
"Tell me you don't like it, nigger," he was sayin' while he fucked her. "Tell me you don't like havin' that white dick in you."
"Don't make me say that, sir," she was beggin' again. "Please, sir. It's shameful."
I think she was extra embarrassed seein' me there, an' didn't wanna say nasty shit to him with me listenin'.
"It'll be over with quicker if you say it the way I like, Clara," he said. "Now, let's hear it."
"I... like... havin' yo' white dick in my nigger hole," she said, chokin' on the words. "Please keep fuckin' on me, sir. I like it good."
"That's better," he said, all excited like. "You want me to dump a load up in your hole, girl?"
"Yes, sir, please sir," she said, almost like she was readin' it. "Dump yo' load up in my hole, sir."
Well, she might not a said it like she meant it, but he didn't give a shit. He started groanin' an' by the look on her face, I knowed he was gittin' his nut in her. He grunted a couple times, an' then I heard his belt buckle an' zipper.
"Good girl," he tol' her. "See? That wasn't so bad, now was it? A nigger like you oughta be proud gettin' some white dick in her. Ain't that right?"
"Yes, sir, Mister Whitehead," she said, still lookin' at me. "I sho' is proud."
Missus Wilkins pulled herself back off the shelf and stood up. I crouched down so Mister Whitehead wouldn't see me. The room smelled like pussy an' my dick was about to bust.
"That's more like it, Clara," he said. "Well, break time's over. Time to get back to work. I'll be back tomorrow an' I don't wanna get any argument from you, girl. You understand me?"
"Yes, sir, I un'erstan'," she tol' him.
She stood there while he walked away for a minute. Once he was gone she came around the end of the shelves. She was pissed as hell, but I wasn't afraid of her. I jus' watched her bend over an' take it. So much for her bein' better 'n me.
"Eddie Williams, you little shit!" she said. "What the fuck you think you doin' back there?"
"I was hidin' out," I told her the truth. "Cuttin' class. You ain't gonna tell on me, is you, Missus Wilkins?"
Man, she was really pissed now, but she didn't say nothin' more about it 'cept to tell me to git the fuck out of there.
Anyways, I had a serious hard on the rest of the day an' when I got home after school I jerked myself off thinkin' 'bout how she looked takin' Mister Whitehead's dick. I played the whole thing back in my head. How he said, "get them fuckin' panties down, nigger." How she had to hike up her dress an' bend over an' take it. But, most of all, how shamed she looked while she was gittin' drilled by that dirty ol' white man.
Funny thing was, after that, she didn't act like she was better 'n me no more. She wasn't any friendlier than she was before. But, now the dirty looks she gave me weren't about how I was some poor kid on the gov'ment lunch program. Now it was 'cause I saw her shame an' there wasn't nothin' she could do about it.
Another funny thing was how I saw Mister Whitehead different after that. He still treated me like a no account punk, but he treated all the kids that way. Thing was, I knew what he had in him now. How he wasn't afraid to put a nigger bitch in her place an' make her take it like it was his right to do it.
* * *
"It was definitely more 'n jus' watchin' that bitch get plowed that got me off," said Eddie. "Way more. It was all of it. The fuckin' was cool, but how he had the power... how she got the shame... Man, jus' thinkin' about it now has me goin'!"
Julia was surprised to find herself squeezing her thighs together as she sat in Eddie's car listening to his story. A little while ago she was all set to go home and masturbate to her memories of how John had just used her back at the motel. Now, she was getting worked up over Eddie's story.
"It didn't bother you that that white man took advantage of another black person right in front of your eyes?" asked Julia. "I'd have figured you'd be almost as pissed as her."
"You'd think so, huh?" grinned Eddie. "But that ain't how it was. I remember thinkin', "fuck that bitch!" when I was jerkin' off thinkin' about it. I'll admit I was kinda ashamed of myself for likin' it, but I couldn't help it."
"Tell me, girl...," he added. "Did the story piss you off for poor ol' Missus Wilkins? That poor ol' married lady? Or did it git you all worked up like you git when you some white man is checkin' you out?"
"I guess I got a little worked up," she admitted. "Even though I know I shouldn't. I guess I can't help it either."
"See?" smiled Eddie. "You an' me got more in common than you wanna say. Or, at least, we un'erstan' each other. Ain't that right?"
"Yeah, I guess that's right," allowed Julia. "But, what your vice principal did to the lunch lady isn't really like what I do. I like... bein' with white men. If I was that lunch lady, I would of just done what he said an' liked it."
"I would of liked that jus' fine!" laughed Eddie. "There's jus' somethin' about a black girl gittin' used by a white man that jus' gits me goin' whether she likes it or not. I even liked it when my own girlfriend got used that way."
"Really?" she asked. "That's kind of hard to believe."
"I ain't lyin'," he replied. "Well..., it wasn't like we was in love or anythin'. But, she was my first girlfriend in high school."
* * *
Her name was really Nichole, but she liked to be called Nikki. She was pretty well developed for a sixteen year old an' pretty much had the body of a woman. She had a real cute face, too. We made out a few times once we started goin' out. But, I couldn't get all that far with her. She was all the time goin' on about how she wasn't that kind of girl an' how I had to respect her if I wanted to be with her an' all that. I tol' her how I did respect her, but she was jus' so fine it wasn't easy to keep my hands to myself.
Well, after we was together a little more, Nikki loosened up a little. We'd go to her place or mine after school an' spend a little time on the couch together. Kissin' on that girl was pure pleasure. She had such nice big soft lips... She even finally let me get my hands under her blouse, but I had to stay on top of her bra. Once, she even let me touch her pussy through her panties.
I thought she was totally into me, but one day at school I saw her talkin' with this tall blonde haired dude. Gary somethin' or other. I'd seen him around an' I think he was on the swim team or somethin'. From a distance, it looked he was hittin' on Nikki. They didn't talk long 'fore they was headed down the hallway, walkin' away from me.
The funny thing was, that I wasn't pissed about it. If anything, I was kinda gettin' off on thinkin' 'bout my Nikki havin' some white dude takin' her an' gropin' on her or somethin' like that. Mainly out of curiosity, I kinda followed 'em. They was pretty into each other an' classes was changin', so they didn't notice me.
I saw 'em stop by the stairs that went down to the boiler room where the furnace was. The blonde dude looked around like he was checkin' if anyone was watchin'. I stopped an' pretended to be readin' somethin' on the bulletin board I happened to be standin' by. After he looked aroun' like that, him an' Nikki went down the stairs.
Now, I knew all 'bout that boiler room 'cause that was one of the places I'd hide out when I was cuttin' class. It was a pretty big room, but it was also pretty cramped 'cause it had a few rows of shelves in there along with all the heatin' equipment. There was shelves filled with paper towels and toilet paper an' cleanin' shit. If somebody poked their head in there an' you kep' quiet, they ain't gonna know you there.
I know I shouldn't a done it, but I went on down there after 'em. I was startin' to get worked up thinkin' about Nikki makin' out with this guy an' if that's what they was up to, I wanted to see it.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I could hear their voices even though it was kinda noisy down there. They were in one of the aisles between the shelves. I kept quiet an' went down the aisle next to the one they was in. I bent over and tried to see what they was doin'. There was these cans of cleanser on the shelf between us an' I could kinda see 'em.
Nikki had her back up against the wall at the end of the aisle an' Gary was up against her, kissin' on her. My dick started gittin' hard seein' his white hands on her bare black arms, his lips on the lips I was kissin' a couple days before.
"You know, I never kissed a negro girl before," Gary told her. "You got real soft lips."
"I'm glad you like 'em," she said.
Gary started liftin' up Nikki's blouse an' my dick got harder. This was about as far as I ever got with her, but she wasn't pushin' his hands away or pullin' her blouse down like she done with me. As soon as he had it up over her tits, he took hold of her bra an' jus' lifted it right up. I could see Nikki's tits jus' pop right out. I couldn't believe she didn't try to stop him or anything.
"I never saw a negro girl's boobs before either," he said. "They're real pretty."
"Thanks," she said, all bashful.
He started gropin' on her tits an' went back to kissin' her, too. Then he bent down an' started suckin' on 'em. I could tell by the look on Nikki's face she liked it, too. I would a loved to suck on those tits, but seein' that white boy do it had me so fired up I had to reach into my jeans an' straighten my dick out.
Gary went back kissin' her, pushin' his tongue in her mouth, an' squeezin' her tits. Nikki started makin' moaning noises an' he stopped kissin' on her.
"Not so rough, Gary," she said. "You're hurtin' 'em."
"I can't help it...," he told her. "You got me so turned on... 'sides, black girls like it rough. I know that."
He gave her tit a hard squeeze an' she moaned again. I know it was mean, but when I heard that, it was a like jolt to my dick. Gary's hands went down to Nikki's jeans and I watched him undo 'em an' pull 'em down to her knees. She had this surprised look on her face, but she didn't say nothin' or try to stop him. Not even when he yanked her panties down. He pushed 'em all the way down to her ankles. I couldn't see her gash, but I could see her bush an' it was firin' me up big time.
It was firin' Gary up, too, 'cause he pulled his jeans down as soon as he had hers down. His dick was standin' straight out an' he was ready to fuck her.
"Time to give up some pussy," he said.
"I never done it before," she said, actin' all shy.
"Well, I never done it either," he said. "Well..., not with a black chick anyways. Squat down some an' spread out some so I can get it in. It'll be easier if you grab it an' put it up to your hole."
"I don't know...," she said. "Is it gonna hurt?"
"Nah," he said. "It'll feel real good. Come on, Nikki. My dick's achin' for it an' you know you want it, too!"
"'kay," she said so soft I could barely hear over the noise down there. "Um..., right there... that's it..."
I couldn't see much except for Gary's white ass an' Nikki's face. She gasped pretty loud an' winced, so I figured he just busted her cherry.
"Ow! It hurts!" she said all surprised.
"Yeah, that happens sometimes," he told her. "It'll be fine."
Gary was humpin' away with his belt buckle janglin'. I could hear him grunt with each stroke. Nikki still had a pained look on her face like she wasn't likin' it at all.
"It still hurts, Gary...," she whined.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll be done in a minute."
I know it's mean of me, but seein' her like that was makin' my dick throb. I jus' kep' thinkin', take it you black bitch. It was all I could do to keep from reachin' in my jeans an' strokin' it.
"My pussy's gettin' sore," she complained.
"You want me to stop?" he asked.
"N... No...," she said. "I'm jus' sayin' it's hurtin' more. Jus' hurry an' finish up. 'kay?"
"Jesus!" he said, kinda pissed. "Jus' shut up an' take it, nigger! Hearin' you bitch about it is makin' it take longer for me to get off."
"Sorry, Gary," she apologized, all soft again.
Oh, man! Hearin' Gary tell her to shut up an' take it was almost more 'n I could take. The way she apologized for complainin' 'bout him tearin' up her pussy was jus' too much! I wanted to stroke my dick so bad. He was totally usin' her an' it was totally firin' me up. You'd think I'd be pissed as hell watchin' this white dude fuck my so called girlfriend, bustin' her cherry, an' callin' her a nigger. Instead it had me wantin' to bust a nut. I knowed I'd be strokin' thinkin' 'bout this for years.
"Here it comes, bitch," he groaned.
"Pull it out," she said. "Don't make me pregnant."
"You can't get pregnant standin' up," he tol' her, breathin' hard.
"'kay," she said.
"Fuck!" he gasped. "Fuck..."
Nikki still had that pained look on her face like she was jus' takin' it, too. No way she got off. I was lovin' it. After Gary finished nuttin' up in her, he bent over an' pulled up his pants real quick.
"I gotta go," he told her. "See ya 'round, Nikki. You're all right."
"'kay, Gary," she said.
That white boy went outta there so fast I didn't have time to move, but he never looked my way. Nikki was still standin' there leanin' back against the wall with her top an' bra up an' her tits out an' her pants down around her ankles. I could see she was shiny wet between her legs. Oh, she got her black ass used but good. Jus' the way it oughta be.
She lifted her bra over her tits an' pulled her top down an' pulled her pants up. I think she was a little surprised that that white boy jus' nutted an' run off like that. I know she was humiliated as hell by it. I doubted she was as fired up as me about it. I stayed there until she left.
The next time I talked to her she kinda tol' me what happened. It was jus' after school a couple days later.
"We got to talk, Eddie," she said. "I... did somethin' an' you're gonna be mad, but I gotta say it."
"What's that?" I asked like I didn't know.
"I kinda messed around with another guy," she told me.
"Messed around?" I asked.
My dick was already gettin' hard.
"Yeah," she said. "I let him do stuff to me..."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Kiss on me...," she said. "Touch me... You know..."
"No, I don't know," I said. "Where all did he touch you?"
"Does it matter?" she asked.
"Hell, yeah, it does!" I said. "I wanna know."
"Pretty much every where," she said, gettin' kinda pissed. "I let him feel my tits. I let him feel me between my legs. Are you happy knowin' that?"
The truth was that I was happy knowin' it, but I didn't think that was the right answer. My dick was hard as hell now.
"You never let me do that," I said. "Why'd you wanna let some other guy do it?"
"I dunno," she said. "Maybe 'cause he was white... I dunno."
"What else you let him do?" I asked.
She got quiet for a minute.
"I let him... you know... have sex with me," she said. "I'm sorry, Eddie."
"That's it?" I asked.
"Jesus, Eddie!" she said finally. "I let some white guy fuck me! Ain't you mad? Ain't you wanna know who it was? I think you're gettin' off on this!"
"Nikki...," I said, tryin' to think of somethin' to say.
"I think we should break up," she said.
"It ain't gotta be like that!" I said.
"I think it does," she said. "I mean... I can't promise I won't let him do it again."
"That's okay, baby," I said. "I un'erstan'. You'd tell me about it, right?"
"No," she said. "It ain't okay. Sorry, Eddie. I can't be your girlfriend no more."
An' that was it. I saw her with that Gary guy again. Not actually watchin' 'em fuck or anything. I saw 'em go down to the boiler room, but I didn't follow 'em or nothin'. My dick got hard thinkin' about 'em, though.
* * *
"So, Julia," said Eddie, "now you know how much I liked seein' my girlfriend get fucked by some white guy. I still jerk off thinkin' about that time."
Julia was still squeezing her thighs together as she sat there in the passenger seat. She blushed when she realized how much the story had aroused her even though it was pretty mean. She could definitely understand Nikki wanting to be with a white boy.
But, unlike Julia, Eddie's high school girlfriend didn't have a very nice first time. Gary sounded like a real asshole, unlike Mister Stanley, who'd taken her cherry that day two years ago and made her feel like a woman. Nikki probably ended up feeling like a used slut.
The shameful part was that Julia not only enjoyed hearing about Nikki's use and humiliation, but that she would have enjoyed experiencing it, as well. She couldn't really blame Eddie for getting off on the scene since she did, too.
"Wow...," said Julia. "I never thought a guy would be able to do something like that."
"What, jus' lie his ass off to some girl so he could get in her pants?" asked Eddie.
"No, watch his own girlfriend fuck some other guy an' get off on it instead of gettin' pissed," Julia answered.
"Well, I could tell right away that she wanted to be with him way more 'n she wanted to be with me," said Eddie. "No point in gettin' pissed about that. What I liked wasn't that it was Nikki gettin' fucked like that, but that it was a white guy takin' a black girl an' usin' her like she was made to be used. Maybe I shouldn't be tellin' you all this, Julia. I jus' figured you'd be the one to un'erstan' it."
"I do understand it, Eddie," Julia assured him. "I know it isn't easy to admit how you feel. I mean, I told most of the men I've been with how I'm a nigger an' how I like to do like white men say. I never thought I'd tell another black person about it. Especially not a man."
"I thought I was the only one that felt this way," she continued. "How could a self respectin' black person want to have white men see 'em like some kind of exotic animal they could use to get off? It's shameful enough to admit it to those white men an' they like hearin' it. I always thought that a black person would think I was some kind of female Uncle Tom."
"I don't think you're no female Uncle Tom," said Eddie. "You jus' doin' what you want. You ain't the only one, neither. After I got outta high school an' got my own place, I lived right next door to another sister who was into gettin' used by white men. She liked it nasty, too."
"Really?" asked Julia, her interest piqued once more.
"Oh, yeah," answered Eddie. "Big time."
* * *
Her name was Tonya an' she was older 'n me by a few years. She was a receptionist in some office downtown. She was a real fox, too. Built like a brick house, jus' like in the song.
I tried to get with her right away, but she wasn't interested in no punk kid for a boyfriend. I did used to hang with her at her place an' we'd talk or listen to music or watch TV. So, we was friends, but, that was all we was.
Tonya wasn't hurtin' for dates, neither. Most Fridays an' Saturdays some guy or other would come by an' pick her up to go out. Sometimes, they jus' stayed with her. I noticed pretty quick that all these guys was white.
You ain't gonna be surprised that I used to stay home those nights 'cause I could hear 'em kinda through the walls of that funky apartment. I couldn't hear what they was sayin' or nothin'. But, I could hear 'em goin' at it. Tonya's bedroom was right on the other side of the wall from mine an' I could hear her bed bangin' against the wall when they was fuckin'.
I used to think about her all naked over there while some white guy plowed her. Sometimes, I'd even jerk off while I heard 'em fuckin'. I'd be thinkin', that's right, use that bitch! That's what she's for!
I did feel a little ashamed for gettin' off thinkin' about her gettin' handled rough an' called names an' shit 'cause she was really nice an' I liked her. But, when I got goin'... well... you un'erstan'. 'sides, she kep' havin' 'em over so I figured she must a liked it.
One time I was at her place an' we was listenin' to music an' talkin' when the phone rang. Tonya answered it. She mainly was jus' listenin' 'cept for sayin' "yes, sir" every now an' then. When she got off the phone, she tol' me I had to get goin' 'cause a man was comin' over. I didn't complain or nothin' 'cause I knew where I stood with her. She said how I could come back after he was gone, but that might not be until tomorrow.
I was back in my place when he got there. I heard the doorbell an' when the door closed. I could hear 'em talkin', but not what they was sayin'. Then I heard that bed bangin' against the wall for ten or fifteen minutes an' I thought, damn! He sure ain't waste no time in gettin' his dick into her! 'Course, I had my dick out 'fore they was done. Hell, I was done before they was done!
They went at it a few more times that night an' again the next mornin'. I heard her front door close an' I poked my head out in the hallway. I saw this white dude walkin' towards the stairs down to the main door of the building. I couldn't see his face, but I could see he was gettin' a little gray on the sides so I figured he had to be at least forty or so.
For some reason, thinkin' of Tonya gettin' used by some guy like that had my dick goin' big time. It was after nine already so I figured it'd be okay for me to go see her, an' I wanted to jus' talk to her knowin' how she'd jus' got used by some white man old enough to be her daddy. I went right over to her place an' knocked on the door.
"Come on in," she called out.
So, I opened the door an' went in. Tonya wasn't in the livin' room, but I could hear her back towards the bedroom.
"You want some mo', boss?" she called out. "I sho' 'nuff got some mo' fo' you!"
Oh, man, I was fuckin' embarrassed as hell! She thought it was him comin' back.
"Tonya?" I called back to her. "It's Eddie... From next door?"
"Eddie!" she said, surprised. "Don't come back here... I'll be right out."
I thought about tellin' her it was okay an' I'd come back later, but my dick wanted me to stay there an' see her. After a couple minutes, Tonya come out wearin' a bathrobe. I figured she be more dressed seein' as how it took her so long to come out.
"I'm really sorry, Tonya...," I said. "You said I could come by after he went..."
"Yes, I did say that," she said. "But I didn't think you'd show up before he was even out of the building!"
"I can come back later...," I said.
"No, that's okay, Eddie," she said. "You just took me by surprise, that's all... I was gonna put some coffee on. You want some?"
"Yeah, sure," I said. "Thanks."
I stood there while she made some coffee. I still felt pretty awkward an' wanted to say somethin'.
"Um, so..., that guy is your boss?" I asked.
Tonya laughed. That was a good sign, I thought. At least she wasn't pissed at me.
"No, Eddie," she said. "He's not my boss. I just... call him that sometimes. Kind of a pet name."
When I thought about it, I realized how stupid I was for sayin' that. 'sides, even if he was her boss, she wouldn't be callin' him that. Matter of fact, when I thought about it some more, I realized she was talkin' some kinda down home talk to him. It made me think of those ol' black an' white movies from the thirties where all the black folks was maids an' butlers an' shit. They was always talkin' like that. Then I remembered her on the phone the day before talkin' all "yes, sir" to him. My dick started gettin' hard when I thought about her actin' like some ol' time nigger for him.
"I see you're startin' to get it," she said smiling at me.
My face got all hot when I saw she was lookin' down at my crotch. Tonya could tell my dick was hard.
"Huh?" I said. "Get what?"
"Come on, Eddie," she said. "You're not stupid. You know what I do over here with the men that come to see me. The walls in this cheap ass place are pretty thin."
"I can't hear nothin'," I said. "Well..., I can't hear what y'all is sayin' or nothin'. But, yeah, I kin hear... what you doin'."
"And you don't seem to mind it at all," she said. "I was a little surprised you never said anything about it. Here you are, a young black man, knowin' that the black lady next door likes white men an' likes doin' what I do with 'em. Now, I'm startin' to get the idea you like knowin' it. Don't you, Eddie?"
I didn't know what to say. It was like she was readin' my mind an' knew my secret.
"Well...," I said. "I guess it don't bother me none, if that's what you're sayin'..."
"I think you like it, Eddie," she said, smiling.
"Look, Tonya," I said. "I don't want you thinkin' I'm some kinda pervert."
"Why would I think that?" she asked. "Do you think you're a pervert?"
"No!" I said. "I mean..., no. See, a couple years ago I had a girlfriend. In high school. She went an' fucked some white guy an' then tol' me 'bout it like she was all sorry an' shit. I started askin' her 'bout exactly what she done with him an' she figured out I was... gettin' off on hearin' 'bout it instead a gettin' pissed. Then she got pissed at me! Made me feel like I was some kinda damn pervert when it was her that was a slut lettin' some white dude fuck her."
"I don't think you're a pervert, Eddie," she said. "What was it about knowin' that your girlfriend let a white boy fuck her that you liked? Was it hearing about the sex? Or was it because he was white?"
"I ain't sure...," I lied. "Maybe some of both..."
"Uh huh," she said. "So, if she'd let a black guy fuck her, you'd have liked that, too?"
"Hell, no!" I said without thinkin'.
"Uh huh," she said, smilin' again. "I see. What did you think when you heard me call out to you when you came over here? When I thought you were the white man who just left?"
"Uh..., I dunno...," I said.
"See, he likes it when I talk like that," she said. "An' I like doin' what he likes."
"You do?" I asked.
"Yes, I do," she said. "I like doin' anything he likes. I let him do whatever he wants with me. Because he's white. What do you think of that?"
My dick was gettin' hard as hell hearin' her talk like that, an' she knew it. She kep' lookin' down at it an' then back up at me while she was talkin'. I think she was gettin' off on it. An' that jus' made my dick even harder.
"I guess I like it...," was all I could say.
"I guess you do, Eddie," she said, smiling at me. "You like knowin' that white man was fuckin' the hell out of me, don't you? Takin' his white dick an' stickin' it in me an' fuckin' me like some black bitch. I bet you like that plenty."
"Yeah...," I managed to say.
"Is that how you pictured that white boy fuckin' your girlfriend?" she asked. "Fuckin' her hard like she was jus' some nigger bitch born to be used by white men?"
"Damn, Tonya!" I said. "You makin' me crazy!"
I could tell she was gettin' worked up, too. I started to think that maybe she'd wanna do it with me, but I didn't wanna say nothin'. I mean, I never had a woman talk to me like that an' I didn't wanna fuck things up.
"Okay...," she said. "Sorry... I guess I got a little carried away. Looks like the coffee's ready."
After we got our coffee, we sat down in her living room an' started talkin' 'bout somethin' else. My dick was startin' to calm down an' I was startin' to figure that nothin' was gonna happen with her. Thing was, jus' knowin' what kind a girl she was keepin' me a little fired up anyways.
Nothin' more happened that time, an' we really never talked too much about it again. But, I knew she was havin' white guys come by her place an' I could hear 'em goin' at it. Now I couldn't help thinkin' 'bout her actin' like some down home nigger with 'em. Talkin' all "yes, sir, boss," an' spreadin' her legs out for 'em to fuck the hell out of her.
A few months after that, Tonya an' me was watchin' TV an' the doorbell rang. She went over an' opened the door an' in walks the same white dude I saw leavin' her place that mornin'.
"Hello, Tonya," he said. "I probably should have called first... I wanted to surprise you."
"Oh, I's su'prised, sir," she said.
It was like she was a different person the minute he came in. She was always real confident an' not afraid to say whatever was on her mind. When she talked she almost sounded white. Now, she was standin' there in front of this white guy with her head bowed down talkin' like some down home nigger. It was makin' my dick hard watchin' her.
"Who's your friend?" he asked.
"It's jus' Eddie, sir," she said. "He live nex' door. Eddie was jus' leavin'. Ain't that right, Eddie?"
"Uh, yeah," I said.
I got up an' he looked at me, maybe tryin' to decide what I was doin' in Tonya's place with her. After a moment he smiled.
"Hi, Eddie," he said. "Nice meetin' you. I hope I'm not runnin' you off."
I was about to say he wasn't, but Tonya cut me off.
"No, sir, you ain't runnin' him off," she said. "We's jus' watchin' TV an' the show's over now. He was goin' anyways."
"That's right," I said. "I'll see ya tomorrow, Tonya."
I headed for the door an' left. When I got back to my place I wondered what was gonna happen over there. My dick was hard as hell an' I was sure I'd be hearin' 'em go at it any minute. I went to my room an' sat up on the bed waitin'.
Nothin' happened for a few minutes an' I started wonderin' what was goin' on. I hoped me bein' there didn't make trouble for Tonya. That white guy seemed okay with me bein' there so I don't think he was pissed at her or anythin'. Then I heard somebody knockin' on the door.
When I opened the door, it was Tonya. She almost never came to my place, so right away I was thinkin' somethin' was wrong.
"Um, Mister Smith asked me to invite you back over to my place, Eddie," she said.
"Say what?" I said.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, sure," I said.
I let her in an' closed the door. She jus' stood there lookin' down at the floor. I never seen her like this.
"Mister Smith asked me about you," she said. "I think he saw how you reacted when you saw him an' me just now. He asked me if you knew about me an' the white men that come by. I told him you did. He asked me what you thought about it."
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I told him I thought you liked it," she said. "So, he said I should invite you back so he could talk to you."
"Are you cool with that?" I asked.
She looked up at me for the first time since she got there.
"It doesn't matter if I'm cool with it or not, Eddie," she said. "Mister Smith is the one inviting you, not me. It isn't up to me. He wants you to come back, so I want you to come back. That's how it is with him an' me."
I wasn't so sure if she really wanted me to come over or not, but my dick was tellin' me to get on over there. So, I went with her back to her place.
Mister Smith, if that was his name, was sittin' there on Tonya's couch. I sat on one of the chairs facin' him an' waited for him to say somethin'.
"I'm glad you could come back, Eddie," he said. "Tonya tells me that you know about her and her... interests in white men."
"Uh, yeah, I knows 'bout that," I said.
"So, it doesn't bother you?" he asked. "Knowing that a fine colored woman like her prefers the company of white men?"
"I'm cool with that, yeah," I said. "I know brothers that like white girls, too. I ain't got no problem with them, neither."
"Good," he said. "That's very open minded of you. You might be interested to know that there's some black men who actually enjoy seeing their women with whites. They like it to the point of finding it quite stimulating. I've met a few of them myself."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, really," he said. "The way I understand it from Tonya, you might actually be one of those black men. Is that true?"
Well, she did say she tol' him 'bout me. Still, it felt funny admittin' that to some white man I jus' met. Thing was, I thought I was the only one like that an' hearin' I ain't had me curious.
"Uh, yeah," I said. "I guess I do... a little."
"Only a little, Eddie?" he asked, smilin' at me.
"Maybe more 'n a little," I said.
He laughed at that an' I felt a little more relaxed. I looked up at Tonya an' saw she was still jus' standin' there with her head bowed. Seein' her like that had my dick goin'.
"Have you ever watched a colored girl get used by a white man?" he asked.
"Once," I said. "My girlfriend in high school."
I know I never tol' Tonya that I actually watched Nikki with Gary. I thought it made me sound kinda creepy. But, I didn't think Mister Smith would think anythin' of it. I didn't feel like bringin' the lunch lady up, neither.
"Your girlfriend?" he said. "You set it up?"
"Me?" I said. "No. She ain't know I was watchin'. I seen her go off with this white kid an' kinda followed 'em."
"What happened?" he asked.
"He kissed on her an' then pulled up her top an' groped on her," I said. "Then he pulled her pants down an' made her squat down an' he fucked her like that. I don't think she liked it too much, but she didn't try an' stop him or anythin'."
"How'd that make you feel?" he asked.
"Fired up," I said. "Made my dick hard as hell."
"It didn't bother you that she was with another boy?" he asked. "And a white boy, at that?"
"No, I liked it," I said. "She tol' me 'bout it later on her own. She got pissed when she figured out I got off on it an' broke up with me."
"I see," he said. "You'd be surprised how many black men enjoy seeing their women used by white men. I've actually had the pleasure of using a few while their husbands or boyfriends watched."
"No shit?" I asked.
He laughed again.
"No shit, Eddie," he said. "Right there in their living room with their family pictures up on the wall. Husband sitting there in his chair, just like you are now. I take his wife and order her to strip for me. Husband watches while his wife undresses for another man and shows off all the intimate parts of her body that she's only ever shared with him."
"I order her to her knees and take my cock out and make her suck it right there with him watching. Maybe she won't suck his except for on his birthday if he's lucky. But, she kneels and sucks for me without hesitation. Sometimes I have her bend over so I can fuck her and have her husband look her in the eyes while I do it.
I was havin' a hard time believin' that a brother would jus' let some white man fuck his wife while he jus' sat there watchin'. Which was funny, since I knowed I'd do it my own damn self. I was jus' so used to thinkin' how I was the only one... The only brother who got off on seein' a sister used by a white man. Wife, girlfriend..., hell, even the damn lunch lady... It was all good. Well..., maybe the wife angle was even hotter.
"I know you and Tonya are just friends and you're not her boyfriend, Eddie," he went on. "But, maybe you'd enjoy seeing her used like that. Would you?"
Now he really had me goin'! Was he really gonna use Tonya right here in front of me? My dick was twitchin' like a son of a bitch jus' thinkin' 'bout it.
"Yeah," I said. "I would."
"You may not see her quite the same way after this, you know," he said. "I don't want to affect your friendship. Still, I'd enjoy using her while her friend watches. Are you sure you want to stay and see this?"
"Hey, if she's cool with it, then I'm cool with it," I said.
"Excellent," he said. "Get undressed for me, Tonya. Make sure that Eddie can see everything, too."
"Yes, sir," she said.
Oh, man, I couldn't believe this was really happenin'! I'd tried to imagine what Tonya looked like naked an' now I was gonna find out. Not jus' that, but I was gonna see what I could only hear through the walls before.
Tonya looked pretty embarrassed, but that didn't stop her from doin' what he said. She pulled her tee shirt up over her head an' took her bra off. Her tits were real fine. Nice an' big with big dark nipples. They was a lot like I imagined to be 'cept I didn't know how big the dark part around her nipples was gonna be.
She undid her jeans an' pulled 'em down along with her panties. That's when I saw that Tonya's pussy ain't have no hair on it. Damn, it was pretty lookin'. She had the sweetest li'l slit. She also had a mighty fine ass, too. When she bent down to get her jeans off her feet, I could see jus' how perfect it was.
"Not too shabby, eh?" said Mister Smith, grinnin'. "I'll say this, negro women are very sexually attractive. It's as if they were made precisely for a man's pleasure."
It was funny the way me an' Mister Smith was so different but thought so much the same. Him bein' a white man, startin' to go gray, lookin' all professional. Me, a punk ass nineteen year old black man, washin' dishes for minimum wage. But, we agreed on one thing. Black women was made for a man's pleasure.
"On your knees, girl," he told her.
It was like he was orderin' a dog to sit or somethin'. Tonya did it right away, too. She got right down on her knees. I loved the way her tits jiggled around while she did it. I also loved how obedient she was an' how humble she looked on her knees at that white man's feet.
"Take my cock out and start sucking on it," he said, jus' like that. "Show your friend what an obedient girl you are."
She unzipped his pants an' got his dick out. He was hard, too. Jus' like I was. Tonya jus' put her head over it an' took it into her mouth. I could tell she was suckin' from all the slurpin' noises she was makin'. She moved her head up an' down it an' I could see that his dick was shiny wet from her mouth. Oh, he was usin' her, but good. I kept thinkin', that's it, bitch! Suck that white dick like you was made to suck it!
"All right, that's enough," he said. "Time to use a different hole. Get down on the floor where you belong. Hands and knees. Face your friend. I think he'll enjoy the look on your face when you get filled."
He had that right! I loved the look on girl's face when she was gittin' used. I was lookin' forward to seein' Tonya that way.
So, she sat back up on her knees an' turned around, facin' me. She got down on her hands an' knees on the floor. She even kinda stuck her ass up like she was makin' it ready for that white man to stick his dick in. Mister Smith got down behind her. He took hold of her hair an' pulled it a little 'til she was lookin' right up at me.
Man, seein' him do that to her gave my dick a jolt. I admit I felt a little ashamed of myself for gettin' fired up watchin' Tonya gittin' handled so rough. I mean, she was a real nice girl an' a good friend, too. Maybe she was the only one who really un'erstood me an' ain't think bad about me for what I liked. An', here I was gittin' all hot from watchin' some white man makin' her crawl naked on the floor while he's pullin' on her hair. Part of me felt kinda bad about it, but the other part wanted to see him do it again, only harder.
I dunno why I was 'spectin' her to wince when she got poked, but I was. Instead, her eyes kinda closed an' her mouth come open. He started fuckin' her an' she got this dumb grin on her face. He fucked her harder as he went along, an' her dumb grin jus' got bigger an' bigger. I knowed she was sloppy wet 'cause I could hear the sound it made while his dick was goin' in an' out.
My dick was hard as hell. It was bent over in my jeans so I jus' reached on in an' straightened it out. Mister Smith musta seen me do it.
"You want to use her mouth while I fuck her, Eddie?" he asked. "It's just going to waste right now. She's really quite a good cocksucker."
Poor ol' Tonya got a real shamed look on her face when she heard him offer her mouth to me like that. I'd a asked if she was cool with it, but I already figured I knew her answer. It ain't up to her, she'd say. She'd jus' do like Mister Smith said. Well, that was good enough for me.
"Hell, yeah!" I said.
I undid my jeans an' pushed 'em down to my knees. My dick was standin' straight up.
"Suck your friend's cock, girl," he tol' her. "See how fast you can get him off."
She looked at my dick an' then back up at me. I wondered what she was thinkin'. I could tell she was humiliated as hell havin' me see her like this an' now she was gonna hafta suck my dick. Thing was, seein' her like that made me want it even more.
"Yes, sir," she said.
I jus' sat back on that chair an' pushed my crotch out to where she could reach me. She slurped my dick on up into her mouth an' started suckin'.
Oh, man, could that girl suck dick! Now, I had my dick sucked by a few different sisters before then, but they never done it like Tonya did. She moved her head up an' down like she was jerkin' me off with her mouth. I could feel her usin' her tongue on it while it was inside her mouth. Plus, the whole thing with that white man fuckin' the hell out of her while she done it was more 'n I could take for too long. I musta nutted in less 'n a minute.
Once I started shootin' off, Tonya jus' kept suckin' it an' swallowin' it down. 'bout the time I finished, that white man started bangin' her even harder 'n before. I saw that happy dumb look on her face again an' she was grinnin' with some of my spunk still on her lips.
When Mister Smith nutted into her pussy, Tonya was hollerin'. I never seen a girl cum so hard before. What that white man an' me done to her was fuckin' nasty, but she was gettin' off on it big time. After she calmed down, he got up. I went ahead an' pulled my pants up.
"Clean me off," he told her.
Tonya turned right around an' started lickin' his dick. She took it in her mouth an' sucked on it some, too. After he was satisfied, he pulled his pants up an' sat back down.
"Let your friend see your stuff, girl," he said.
If she was shamed before, she sure didn't show it now. Tonya jus' rolled onto her back on the floor an' spread her legs wide. She even grabbed her thighs an' pulled her legs up. I could see her pussy was all creamy an' puffy lookin'. I could even see that white man's spunk leakin' outta her hole. Even though I jus' shot off, I could feel my dick was gettin' ready for more.
"So, Eddie," he said. "What do you think?"
"Fuck...," was all I could say.
He laughed.
"Well, that's what girls like her are for," he said. "Isn't that right, Tonya?"
"Yes, sir," she said, still on her back on the floor.
"What kind of girl are you?" he asked her. "I don't think you've told Eddie yet."
"I's a nigger, Eddie," she said. "I's a nigger fo' white mens."
Hearin' Tonya talk like that was gettin' me fired up all over again. I hear black folks sayin' nigger this an' nigger that all the time. But, not like this. An' not for some white man to hear, neither. No, she meant that she was jus' somethin' for a white man to use. It was like all the nasty shit I used to think 'bout her when I was jerkin' off hearin' her through the walls was jus' how she felt.
After that he had Tonya sit down on the floor next to his feet like some kinda pet dog. Thing was, I never seen her look so happy. It was like she was in her place an' everything was like she wanted it. I started feelin' a little like my time with them was done for now an' that I should leave 'em alone an' give 'em some privacy.
"I better go now," I said an' got up. "Thanks..., Mister Smith."
"No problem, Eddie," he said. "I enjoyed it. And, I know Tonya did, too."
Tonya didn't say anything. She just sat on the floor with her head resting on Mister Smith's leg. I let myself out an' went back to my place.
Mister Smith might a been right about me not bein' the only black man who felt the way I did. But, he was really right about me not seein' Tonya the same way again. She was still my friend an' all. I knowed she was prob'ly smarter 'n me an' prob'ly had more balls, too. I looked up to her for not bein' afraid to do what she wanted no matter what anybody thought 'bout it. Thing was, she was also the girl who got naked an' sucked dick an' crawled on the floor 'cause some white man tol' her to.
After that day, I thought about askin' Tonya if she'd get with me again like that. But, I kinda knew that she only done it that time 'cause that white man tol' her to. No way she was gonna git naked or suck my dick jus' 'cause I wanted her to. I knew I wasn't the type that did it for her.
I did have hopes that Mister Smith would come back again an' wanna share her with me like he done. Tonya said he lived back east an' only came out once in a while on business.
But, it never happened. Instead, one day a couple months later Tonya tol' me that he sent for her. He was gonna put her up in a nice place an' get her a good payin' job as a secretary or somethin' like that. 'course, he'd be gittin' to use her any time he wanted, too. She was all happy 'bout it, an' I was happy for her, too. Thing was, I was gonna miss her an' I wondered when I'd ever meet another girl like her.
* * *
"So, yeah, I knew a girl that liked the same thing you like, Julia," said Eddie. "You ain't the only one that feels like you do."
"Did you ever see her again after that?" asked Julia.
"Nope," Eddie answered. "Never did. I sure thought 'bout her a lot, but I never seen her again. I had my eye out for a girl like that ever since, too."
"When I started workin' at Franky's I had a hunch that Bernice might be one, what with her shakin' her tits in those white truckers' faces. But, she's jus' tryin' to get her tips up, that's all. She got a husband an' three kids to home. Not that'd stop her from bein' like Tonya... or you. But, she ain't.
Eddie started the car and eased it towards the street. As they passed by a bank branch building, Julia could saw the clock said two forty five. They'd been sitting in the parking lot for almost two hours.
Nothing more was said on the drive. Julia's head was swimming with thoughts. He was a complicated man, she realized. Way more than she'd thought even two hours ago. The black man had shared his secret with her and that meant something. Now he was the only one who knew hers that she hadn't actually been with. And, even those white men who'd used her didn't understand it the way Eddie did.
Maybe Eddie did get something for himself out of waiting for her to come out of some white man's motel room and giving her a ride home, thought Julia. Still, she appreciated it and wanted to do something for him. They pulled to the curb in front of her apartment building.
"Here you go, sweet thang," smiled Eddie. "See ya tomorrow."
"Thanks," said Julia, climbing out of the car.
Standing there with the door open, Julia thought for a moment while Eddie looked at her wondering what she was waiting for.
"That white man tonight...," she started. "He fucked me in the ass, Eddie. I layed there on my back holdin' my legs up an' he stuck his dick right up my black ass. It hurt, but I took it 'til he was done."
"Damn, girl...," he replied, his face flushed.
"You like knowin' that, Eddie?" she asked. "You like knowin' what he did to me?"
Julia could see the bulge growing in Eddie's pants.
"Yeah, baby," he said. "You know I do."
"Good," smiled Julia. "I'll see ya tomorrow."
Closing the door, Julia started back to her apartment. Eddie pulled back out onto the deserted street. The colored girl was glad to have found someone who understood her and wouldn't judge her harshly. She was happy to be able to do something for him that he'd appreciate.
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