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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 an hour before closing time when Roy came into the diner again. More than three weeks had gone by since the silver haired truck driver had stopped by for dinner.
More than three weeks had gone by since Julia went to him in his motel room next door and heard more about his teenaged years some forty years earlier with Rose, the black girl who worked as his family's live-in cleaning girl. The teenaged waitress had listened to his story of how his older brother had given her to him on the eve of his shipping off to World War II. Roy had taken advantage of the poor girl for his own pleasure when she had little choice but to submit to him.
Although she sympathized with Rose's plight, the colored girl also envied her for the experience of being used as a sex object by the two white brothers. Although the story was filled with degradation and humiliation for the hapless cleaning girl, Julia found it incredibly arousing and eagerly acted some of it out with Roy in his motel room.
When she saw Roy slide into his favorite booth, Julia felt her pussy tingle in anticipation of what he might have in mind for her after work. With the top two buttons of her waitress uniform open, she walked over to him, making sure to give her hips a little extra sway with each step, just the way he liked it.
Eddie, the cook and now Julia's confidant, watched as she went over to the silver haired man. He'd suspected that something had been going on between the waitress and the trucker. She'd confirmed it the other night when he'd finally admitted to her that he liked the idea of a black woman like her being used sexually by a white man.
"Good evenin', sir," said Julia, handing Roy a menu. "I'm glad to see you back again."
"Oh, it's my pleasure, girl," smiled Roy. "I took the first run out here I could get. You're the highlight of the trip!"
"Thank you, Mista Roy, sir," she replied bashfully.
"Let's see here," he said, looking over the menu. "Think I'll have a slice of peach pie an' a cup of coffee. Hot, sweet, an' black. Jus' like you, girl."
"Yes, sir," blushed Julia, taking the menu back from him.
Still walking with a little exaggerated motion in her hips, Julia made her way back to the kitchen. Eddie waited for her at the counter.
"Ain't that the old guy you was goin' with the first night you was here?" asked the black cook.
"That's right, Eddie," answered Julia. "An' he'll have a slice of peach pie."
"All right," smiled Eddie. "Comin' up."
By the time Julia had the coffee poured, Eddie had put the slice of pie on a plate up on the counter. The black waitress carried it all over to Roy's table.
"Thanks, girl," said Roy.
Julia busied herself with other customers, until Roy was the only one left. Having cleared off the other tables, she went to his.
"Anything else, sir?" she asked.
"No, just the check for now," said Roy. "An' you in my room after you get off. Room thirty nine."
"Yes, sir," said Julia, her pussy tingling.
Roy got out his wallet while Julia put the check on the table. He put down a twenty without looking at the total.
"I'll get your change, sir," said Julia.
"The rest is for you," smiled Roy. "Your service is excellent as usual."
"Thank you, sir," she replied.
Making sure that the white man got a good look down her top, Julia bent over to pick up the dishes. Roy took advantage of the opportunity and enjoyed the view of the negro girl's cleavage until she straightened back up.
"I'll see you in a bit, girl," he said, standing to leave.
"Yes, sir," she said softly.
Carrying the dishes back to the kitchen, Julia noticed that Eddie had been watching the entire exchange. He smiled broadly when she pushed through the doors into the kitchen.
"What?" asked Julia, noticing the look on Eddie's face.
"Ain't nothin', sweet thang," Eddie replied. "Nothin' at all. I'm gonna lock up."
Eddie went to lock the door and turn off the sign while Julia finished putting things away. When she came out of the kitchen, he was cashing out the register. He walked her to the door.
"Good night, Eddie," she said as he unlocked the door for her.
"See ya later," he said, opening the door.
Julia stepped out into the night and Eddie locked the door behind her. Without looking back, she walked across the parking lot to the Travel Inn and knocked on the door of room thirty nine. Roy came to the door and let the black waitress into the room.
"Come on in, girl," he said. "I've been waitin' for you."
"Thank you, Mista Roy, sir," Julia replied.
The colored girl was happy to see Roy smile in reaction to her greeting. Julia loved knowing that her efforts to please these white men were successful. She waited for him to sit down before taking a seat herself.
"You know," Roy started, "you still remind so much of Rose. The way she looked, anyways. Same brown eyes. Same broad nose. Same thick lips. Hair's a little different, but the styles are gonna change from back in the forties."
"I'm glad I can do that for you, sir," Julia replied. "Remind you of her, I mean. I know how much bein' with her meant to you."
"You make it sound a little sweeter than it was, Julia," he said. "I mean, it ain't like I was all that nice to her back then. I pretty much jus' thought of myself an' took advantage of her situation. I doubt bein' with me is a fond memory for her. Not the bein' with me part, anyways."
"I don't know 'bout that," she replied. "I know some of what did with her prob'ly embarrassed her, but even if she didn't like that, she got to be with a white man. She should a liked that a little. I would have, pretty much whatever you did with me. How bad could it have been?"
"Well, I keep tellin' you what a bastard I was," said Roy. "An' you are so sweet, you keep tellin' me I wasn't that bad. Maybe that's 'cause I ain't told you just how mean I got sometimes. I figure I can tell you this now, since... well... you bein' what you say you are, maybe you won't think too poorly of me an' would a liked it a little. I got a hunch Rose wouldn't agree with you, though."
* * *
I'd been goin' off to Rose's room at night by then for almost two years. Usually, I was kinda worried about my folks hearin' what was goin' on, but this particular time they were off visitin' in the next county so it was jus' me an' Rose this time.
I hadn't poked her in the ass for a couple months an' I was really wantin' to. I mean, her pussy was good an' she did a good job on my prick with her mouth, but nothin' was the same as feelin' her tight asshole grippin' on my johnson. I did try to keep from doin' it to Rose in the ass too much seein' as how she really hated it. But it jus' felt so damn fine I couldn't deny myself any longer.
I went to her room pretty much right after my folks left. She was layin' in bed, but she wasn't asleep. I could tell by the look on her face when I came in that she knew exactly what I was there to do. What she didn't know was where I wanted to do it.
Rose jus' got up out of the bed an' pulled her gown off without a word. We were long past the point where I had to say anything about that. She didn't even have anything else on underneath. I guess she figured it'd save time that way, so she jus' stood there, naked with her head bowed, waitin'.
"Go on an' get up on the bed on your knees," I tol' her. "Bend on over an get that ass up high."
"You ain't gonna do it to me in my butt, is you, Mista Roy, sir?" she asked, lookin' kinda worried.
"That's what I'm gonna do," I said. "You know how good it makes my pecker feel. Now, get on up there an' bend on over, girl."
"Please don't to it to me like that, Mista Roy!" she said. "It ain't natural an' it hurts me bad! Please, no..., sir. Please?"
"Come on now, Rose!" I said. "You know I ain't been on up in there for months! It can't be that bad. Now, do what I say, nigger. My pecker 's ready to go."
Rose sat on the bed an' looked up at me, her eyes pleadin' with me.
"Ain't you like my coochie, Mista Roy?" she said, all hopeful. "Ain't it soft' an' wet an' warm fo' you? You sho' you ain't wanna stick it on in my pussy hole, sir?"
"Your pussy hole is jus' fine, Rose," I explained to her. "Thing is, your butt hole is tighter... feels real good aroun' my pecker. Ain't nothin' like it."
"I kin squeeze on yo' thang wit' my pussy hole," she offered. "I kin make it nice an tight fo' you, sir. Real tight. Oh, you is gonna like how tight it is, Mista Roy."
"Ain't the same thing," I tol' her. "A nigger's butt hole don't git all sloppy. It stays nice an' tight the whole time I'm doin' it."
"I kin squeeze on it the whole time you's doin' it to me," she said. "I be up on my knees wit' my butt up jus' like you was gonna be doin' it to me there. You jus' stick yo' thang on up into my pussy hole an' do yo' business. I be squeezin' on it tight as I kin as long as it takes fo' you to shoot off. Yo' thang ain't gonna know the diff'rence 'tween it an' my butt hole. That's how tight it gonna be fo' you."
I got to admit, Rose was gettin' me pretty worked up talkin' like this. I couldn't remember her ever beggin' an' pleadin' an' bargainin' this way before an' it felt damn good to hear her doin' it. It made me feel like even more of a bastard, but it made my johnson so hard it was achin'.
"I dunno...," I said. "I really like how that butt hole of yours feels, Rose... I don't think you kin squeeze enough to make it the same... 'sides, I really like how you holler when my prick is up your butt."
"Please, Mista Roy, sir!" she begged. "I be makin' it so good fo' you! I promise you gonna be likin' it. I even holla fo' you if you want. Anythin' you want, sir. Anythin' at all. Jus' please don't be doin' it to me in my butt, sir. Please, sir?"
"Rose...," I started. "You might as well hush up an' get up on your damn knees an' stick your nigger ass up in the air for me. My mind's made up."
"Yes, sir," she said, still thinking. "How 'bout I take yo' thang in my mouf for' you first? I be suckin' on it real good, Mista Roy. You gonna be likin' that, ain't you? You kin stick it way in if you want. If that don't make you shoot off good, then I be puttin' my ass up fo' you like you want without no fussin'. Okay, Mista Roy? If I ain't got you shootin' off in my mouf right quick, I be holdin' my ass open an' beggin' fo' you do to do it to me in the butt. I bet you'd like that, right, Mista Roy? Me beggin' fo' it in the butt? Jus' let me try suckin' on it first."
Well, I saw through that pretty quick. We both knew she could suck me so good that I couldn't last two minutes even if I tried to hold back. Hell, I think she could see my pecker pitchin' a tent in my trousers jus' from talkin' like that to me. She knew I wasn't gonna last long no matter where I put my pecker in her. Still, I wasn't complainin'. Hearin' her beg was a pleasure to my ears an' my johnson.
"No," I said. "Now do what I say, nigger, 'fore I git angry an' make it even harder on you."
"Yes, sir...," she said, all defeated. "Kin I please put some vaseline on it so it ain't be hurtin' so bad when yo' thang goes in my butt hole? Please, sir?"
"Yeah, I guess you can do that," I said. "But, hurry up an' grease that butt hole up. No more fussin'."
"Thank you, Mista Roy, sir," she said. "That's kind o' you an' I 'preciate it. I ain't gonna fuss no mo'."
You might think she was bein' sarcastic sayin' that 'cause I wasn't bein' kind at all. I was makin' her take my pecker up her poor black ass an' I knew it hurt her when I did that. I was such a bastard, that maybe I liked knowin' that. But, when Rose said thank you to me, she was real sincere an' I knew she meant it. Made me feel like even more of a bastard. Made my pecker twitch, too.
Rose got up on her knees on the bed holdin' the vaseline jar. She unscrewed the top and scooped some out. She bent over with her thighs apart. I could see everythin' she had, mind you. I think she was still tryin' to get me as worked up as she could so it'd be over with quicker. Anyways, she reached back between her legs an' smeared that vaseline all over her butt crack while I watched. When she was done, she screwed the top back on an' put the jar on the table next to her bed.
"I's ready fo' you now, Mista Roy," she said. "Please stick yo' thang up my butt, sir. I's beggin' fo' it in the butt, sir."
She reached around and held her cheeks open for me while she was talkin'. Seein' her like that an' hearin' her talk had my johnson leakin' 'fore I even got it inside her. Rose sure knew how to get me worked up.
Well, seein' as how she was beggin' for it, I got on up there behind her an' put my prick up against her ass hole. Rose squealed when I shoved it in even though it went in real easy. She was moanin' an' whimperin' an' I could tell she was pained by it. Of course, bein' the bastard I was, I liked it.
"It feels good, Mista Roy, sir," she said, her voice all strained. "I like it when you do yo' business in my butt."
"You do?" I asked her.
"Yes, sir, I sho' do," she said. "I like it 'cause you kin shoot off in me an' I ain't gonna git knocked up."
"Don't it hurt?" I said.
"Yes, sir, it hurts bad, sir," she said.
Hearin' that was about to push me over the top an' I wasn't even inside her for half a minute yet. Rose was a pretty smart nigger. But, it felt so good, I didn't care. I wanted to hear more.
"Does it?" I asked, all worked up.
"Yes, sir...," she said. "You hurtin' my poor ass bad, Mista Roy. But, you ain't gotta worry... You jus' finish doin' yo' business an' I be okay."
That was all I could take an' I was tryin' to hold back! I shot off in that girl's ass so hard I almost knocked her over from slammin' up against her. Her ass was so damn tight it jus' squeezed the spunk out. Nothin' else felt so good to me.
When I was drained, I pulled my prick out of Rose's ass. My spunk was leakin' out of her butt hole an' runnin' all the way down to her pussy crack. It was a sight to behold an' it was startin' to get me worked up again, but I'd had enough. I was sure Rose had. I was startin' to feel guilty an' ashamed of myself, too.
"Now, that wasn't so bad as all that, was it, Rose?" I asked.
"No, sir, it weren't so bad," she said. "Thank you fo' lettin' me slick it up first an' finishin' up quick. I 'preciate it."
I was pretty embarrassed to hear Rose thank me after what I did to her. She begged me not to an' I did it anyways. It hurt her an' now she was thankin' me for not hurtin' her worse. Damn. I really was a bastard.
"Well... uh... you're welcome, girl," I said.
I pretty much jus' pulled my trousers up an' got out of there, leavin' poor ol' Rose still up on her elbow an' knees with my seed drippin' out of her ass. I went an' took a shower an' then right to bed. I kinda promised myself that I wouldn't do nothin' so mean to her again. I also knew, that was probably a promise I couldn't keep.
* * *
"In the mornin', she made my breakfast like nothin' happened," Roy finished the story. "After I ate, I made her suck my prick until I shot off in her mouth."
As usual, Julia was rocking in place in her chair as she listened to Roy's story. Yes, she thought, he'd been pretty mean to Rose that time. However, she could easily imagine how worked up he must have gotten listening to the poor colored cleaning girl beg and bargain with him. The black waitress got pretty worked up hearing about it herself.
"You can understand why I didn't tell you that part of the story until now," said Roy. "I truly was a bastard, and I know that what I did to Rose was cruel. But, since you didn't think less of me for the rest of the story, I figured you'd want to hear it, too."
"I'm glad you tol' it to me," said Julia. "Maybe what you did was cruel. Maybe there's somethin' wrong with me for likin' hearin' 'bout it an' likin' thinkin' 'bout it bein' me you were doin' it to."
"Thanks, Julia...," said Roy. "I never tol' nobody this before now. I might of tol' some of the other stuff to my buddies in the army or drivin' trucks. But, I never tol' 'em 'bout Rose beggin' me not to an' me doin' it anyways... Maybe likin' it even more 'cause she begged..."
"You liked her beggin', Mista Roy?" asked Julia, looking into Roy's eyes.
"Makes me sound like a real bastard, don't it?" asked Roy.
"You like it when a nigger begs you?" she repeated, ignoring his question. "Begs you not to use her too hard? Tells you how good she'll be? How much you'll like it?"
Roy shifted in his chair. Julia could feel her pussy tingling.
"Yeah," he agreed. "I like it a lot."
"Are you gonna make me beg, Mista Roy, sir?" she asked. "Beg on my knees? I'll do it for you, Mista Roy."
"Damn, girl...," he said hoarsely.
Julia stood up and started unbuttoning her waitress uniform top.
"I know what you want, Mista Roy," she said, taking her blouse off and reaching for her bra clasp. "You ain't even gotta say it 'cause I know."
Roy watched as Julia unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She bent down and pulled her panties off. Once she slipped off her shoes, the negro knelt on the floor and looked up at the white man.
"You wanna do it to me in my pussy hole?" she asked. "I want to feel you inside my pussy, Mista Roy. Please? I'll make it feel real good for you, I promise, sir. Please use my pussy, sir. I'm beggin' for it, sir."
Glancing down, Julia saw that her pleas were having the desired effect. Roy's hard on was clearly visible, a large bulge in his pants. The black waitress dropped onto her hands and knees, and turned around, looking back at the silver haired man over her shoulder.
"You like my coochie, Mista Roy, sir?" she asked, trying to sound the way she imagined Rose had. "It's real warm an' soft fo' you. Jus' fo' you, Mista Roy."
"Yeah...," he replied, his eyes riveted on her sex.
"Please, Mista Roy, sir?" she begged. "I'll squeeze yo' cock good fo' you, sir. I'll keep my pussy nice an' tight, jus' fo' you, sir. I know you're gonna like it."
Roy stood up and looked down at Julia on all fours on the floor. She wiggled her ass for him.
"I's ready fo' you, sir," she smiled up at him. "Please stick yo' thang in my pussy hole, Mista Roy. I's beggin' fo' it in my coochie."
Kneeling on the carpet behind Julia, Roy pressed his erection against the negro's vagina and pushed it in. As soon as she felt him enter her, the colored girl squeezed down on his member as hard as she could. He started bucking his hips, moving in and out of her pussy. She gripped and relaxed her muscles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Yo' thang feels good, sir," she said. "I like you doin' yo' business in my pussy hole, Mista Roy."
"You do, huh?" he rasped. "Even when it hurts?"
"Yes, sir," she replied.
Julia thought for a second. She wasn't sure, but she was getting the idea that part of what Roy liked that time with Rose was how she took the pain of being fucked that way.
"You want it to hurt, sir?" she asked. "You want my nigger hole to hurt?"
"Yeah," he answered.
"It do, Mista Roy," said Julia. "You hurtin' my pussy hole with yo' big ol' dick. Is that what you wanna hear, sir?"
"Yeah," gasped Roy.
Even though Julia wasn't feeling anything resembling pain, she understood what Roy wanted. He wanted to make Rose take it again all these years later.
"You hurtin' my hole bad, sir," she said. "Please don't stop... Keep doin' yo' business in my pussy hole, Mista Roy. I like it when it hurts, sir."
"Fuck..." he groaned, releasing into her.
Julia felt the white man ejaculate inside her vagina and gripped his cock tightly, squeezing the semen out. After he caught his breath, Roy stood and sat down on the chair, his face red with exertion. He looked at the black girl's obscenely displayed pussy, his seed drooling out of her hole.
"That... uh... didn't really hurt, did it?" Roy asked.
"Not really, sir," said Julia. "I thought you might like it if I said it did... I hope I did what you wanted..."
"I can't believe a sweet young lady like you could understand an' old geezer like me so well," he said. "An' you don't even mind how much I like bein' a bastard to pretty colored girls. You're one in a million, Julia."
"Thank you, sir," said Julia from her hands and knees. "An' thank you fo' usin' my pussy hole like I wanted."
"Julia, maybe thirty years ago hearin' that would have me ready to go again," smiled Roy. "But, still, you make me feel young again."
"Thanks, Mista Roy," replied Julia.
"You, uh, can get up an' get dressed if you want," he said.
"Okay," she said, standing. "If it's okay with you, I don't wanna get dressed yet."
"Oh, that's fine," said Roy. "You're a fine lookin' colored girl."
"I like how you say such nice things 'bout me, Mista Roy," said Julia, sitting on the chair. "Um... can I ask somethin' 'bout Rose?"
"Sure," he said.
"How long did she stay there with you an' your folks?" she asked.
"Well, that's another story," said Roy. "When I turned eighteen I went an' joined the army. It was nineteen forty four I wanted to do my part like Bo. I didn't feel like followin' him into the navy, so it was the army for me."
* * *
The night before I was leavin' for boot camp, I wanted to have one last go with Rose. I figured I might never get another chance. After my folks were asleep, I went to Rose's room. The lights were on an' she was in her bed, under the covers, but she was awake. She watched me close the door.
"You goin' in the mornin', ain't you, Mista Roy?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said.
Rose tossed off the covers an' she was naked. It was like she'd been waitin' for me. She spread her legs an' just lay there lookin' at me.
"This what you want, ain't it, sir?" she asked. "You wanna do it to me one mo' time?"
"Yeah," I said.
I pulled off my trousers an' shorts an' climbed up in the bed with her an' got 'tween her legs. I felt her hand go 'round my prick an' she put it right on her pussy hole. She was wet an' it went in easy.
I can't remember her ever lookin' right at me while I did it to her before then. She used to look past me up at the ceilin' or turn her head an' look at the wall. Not this time. I kinda liked it 'cause she was real pretty.
Like usual, it didn't take me long to get worked up to the point I was gonna shoot. When I felt it buildin' up, I started to pull out so I could shoot off on her belly, like always. As soon as I started to move, I felt Rose's arms go around me an' I couldn't get up. I was too far gone an' jus' shot off inside her. I could feel her squeezin' on my johnson, lookin' me in the face the whole time while my seed filled her womb.
I was kinda surprised she did that since she was always so afraid of gettin' knocked up. I didn't say anything about it, though. I jus' got up and put my trousers an' shorts back on. I kept thinkin' she'd say somethin', but she didn't. I went back to my room an' spend my last night in that house.
In the mornin', my father drove me to the railroad station. I didn't see Rose at all before I left.
I was lucky durin' the war. In two years, I didn't get shot or anything. I did learn to drive a truck, though. Drove one all across Europe. When I came home after the war, I found out that Rose married ol' George from her church an' left only a few weeks after I went into the service. I heard she was still around town, but I never saw her.
Anyways, I joined up with a couple of army buddies an' started this same truckin' outfit I still drive for. We were based a long way from where I grew up, though I did pick up a run through there now an' again.
I think it was almost five years after that when I saw Rose again. I was jus' walkin' down the street in my home town an' I saw a colored couple with a young girl comin' the other way. When they got closer, I recognized Rose an' George. Now, both of them was as black as the ace of spades, but the child had real light colored skin. She was about seven years old or so with long brown hair that was more kinky than nappy.
The little girl smiled at me when she saw me lookin' at her. She had the same green eyes as me. I looked up at Rose an' she jus' smiled at me, with the same smile. Ol' George looked pretty pleased with himself, too. I don't remember sayin' anything. We just kinda nodded an' kept goin'.
* * *
"It was then that I realized that Rose tried to get me to knock her up that night before I went off to boot camp," said Roy. "An', by the look of things, it worked."
"Did you ever meet her?" asked Julia.
"No, I never did," answered Roy. "She'd be about forty years old now. I don't know if Rose told her who her daddy was. Maybe that's for the best."
Roy's eyes drifted up and down the black girl's naked body as she sat in her chair. Julia started feeling bashful at the attention. She thought about how much Mister Kelty had enjoyed having her call him "daddy" when he was having sex with her and considered steering things in that direction now. On the other hand, maybe this wasn't the moment for it. She decided to just wait and see what he had in mind.
"Thirty years ago I'd be goin' again with you, girl," smiled Roy. "But, I've got to get rollin' early an' it's late now. You oughta get dressed an' go home."
"Yes, sir," said Julia.
Julia stood up and bent down to pick up her clothing. She made sure to go down a little further than she had to with her feet further apart than may have been comfortable so she could present her female parts to the silver haired man one more time before she left. Roy happily drank in the view of her naked black ass and exposed pussy.
Slowly, the colored girl finished dressing under the white man's watchful gaze. When she was finished she reached for the door knob, but turned to look at him.
"Good night, Mista Roy, sir," she said. "Thank you fo' usin' me. You is a kind man fo' givin' me what I need."
"It was my pleasure, Julia," he replied. "I'll be back before too long an' give it to you again."
Julia smiled at that and then turned the doorknob. After she closed the motel room door behind her, she walked across the parking lot. She wasn't surprised to see Eddie's blue Camero still in the lot. As she drew closer, she saw the black man himself sitting behind the wheel. She opened up the passenger door and sat down.
"Hi, Eddie," said Julia.
"Hi there, sweet thang," smiled Eddie.
Eddie started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He turned onto the street and drove towards Julia's apartment.
"I been thinkin' 'bout what you tol' me the other time," said Eddie. "'bout what that white man done to you. I liked hearin' it."
"I kinda thought you would, knowin' what I know 'bout you now," said Julia. "I never thought I'd be able to tell anybody 'bout that..."
"Hey, I been waitin' fo' more 'n ten years to meet somebody who'd tell it to me," he replied. "Tonya was a special kinda woman, but I figured there was others. Jus' not too many. You is that kinda woman, Julia. Special."
"Thanks, Eddie," she said. "Um... I didn't say it last time, but... You know that what I'm tellin' you is jus' for you. I'm trustin' you not to tell nobody else 'bout it."
"You ain't gotta worry 'bout that none," he said. "I ain't tellin' nobody 'bout yo' private business. I'm real happy you tellin' me an' I sure as hell ain't gonna do nothin' to make you stop."
"I didn't think you would," she replied. "I jus' wanted to be sure we understood each other."
Julia paused before continuing.
"You know..., tonight..., that white man I left with...," she started.
"Yeah?" said Eddie, his interest piqued.
"He fucked me," said Julia. "On the floor. With me on my hands an' knees. You like that?"
"Yeah, I do, baby," he replied. "You know I do."
"I begged him for it, you know," she went on. "I was naked on the floor like that... beggin' for his dick... tellin' him how good I'd do it for him. He's a white man, Eddie, an' I wanted his dick bad."
"Damn, girl!" exclaimed Eddie. "You had to beg fo' it?!"
"No, I didn't have to beg," said Julia. "But I knew he wanted it an' I wanted to do it for him. I wanted him to have a black girl beg for his dick 'cause I knew he'd like it. I tol' him his dick was hurtin' me, too. Even though it wasn't. I knew he'd like that, too. He came real hard. I loved doin' it for him."
"You is somethin' else, Julia," said Eddie.
Julia saw they were approaching her building. Glancing over at Eddie, she could see the bulge in his pants. He clearly wasn't lying about how much he liked hearing about her activities. He pulled the Camero to the curb. She opened the door.
"Thanks for the ride, Eddie," she said.
"Thanks for tellin' me 'bout what you done, girl," he said. "You know I love hearin' it."
"Uh huh," said Julia. "See ya tomorrow, Eddie."
"'night, girl," Eddie responded.
Closing the car door, Julia turned towards the apartment building and walked away. She could hear Eddie's car drive off. Having somebody who understood her to talk to made her feel good. Somehow it was a little less shameful that way.
Brenda was asleep when Julia finally got home. The black girl went straight to her room and got ready for bed.
Under the covers, Julia thought about what it must have been like for Rose, desperately trying to convince Roy not to take her in the ass. It had to be incredibly humiliating for the cleaning girl to bargain with him; trying to entice him to use her pussy instead, even though she hardly wanted that either. It was so degrading...
Julia's hand was between her legs, rubbing her pussy as she imagined how Rose felt. Humiliated, degraded, and shamed. Begging to be violated in a slightly less painful way. Offering to do her best to get Roy off.
"Please do me in the pussy, sir," she whispered. "I'll make it good for you, sir. Please, sir..."
"No," the determined white man was saying. "You gonna take it in the ass the way a nigger was born to take it. Now spread them cheeks an' be quick about it!"
"Yes, sir...," moaned Julia into her hand covering her mouth. "Please do me in the ass, sir. I'm a nigger, sir. Use my ass..."
Her orgasm wasn't so strong, but it was satisfying. At last, Julia got some relief from all the sexual energy she'd built up in Roy's motel room.
As she drifted off to sleep, the colored girl recalled how Roy had described his last encounter with Rose on the street of his home town. The negro cleaning girl must have been proud to have a daughter by a white man. Even her black husband felt the same way. Julia knew it would be the same for her.
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