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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
The summer was almost over by now and Julia was going to be leaving the diner and starting college soon. However, she was determined to take advantage of the opportunities that her waitress job gave her to please the truckers who took such an interest in her.
A week or so had passed since Roy's last visit and Julia was eager for another opportunity to be with a white man who desired her the way he had. She'd certainly managed to increase her tips by showing a little extra cleavage with the top two buttons of her blouse unbuttoned and making sure to give diners who seemed interested a little extra peek when she bent down to put their meals in front of them or clear away their dishes. However, none of them had taken the initiative and invited her back to their motel room to enjoy her charms.
It was still fairly crowded when the heavy set trucker came in. Bernice and Alice, the other two waitresses who worked the dinner eyed him warily . He had shaggy brown hair and a thick beard. Wearing a plaid flannel shirt and blue jeans, he looked much more the trucking type than Roy had. He sat at the table furthest from the counter where a previous diner's coffee cup and place mat still sat. The two black women were relieved that he'd chosen one of Julia's tables.
"You watch out for that one, Julia," warned Alice. "I remember him. Don't turn your back on him. He's... grabby."
"An' he tips fo' shit," Bernice said. "That fat boy pinched me right on my ass! I jus' laughed it off an' figured I'd see a fat tip. Hah!"
"I'm glad he's at your table," said Alice. "Sorry."
Even though the bearded trucker sounded pretty crude, Julia couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have a stranger like that take such liberties with her. Obviously, Bernice and Alice didn't like it, but the colored girl knew she was different.
Julia walked over to him with a menu in her hand and the top two buttons of her uniform blouse undone. The big trucker seemed to take a special interest in her exposed flesh and did little to hide the fact he was taking a look down her top when she bent down to pick up the cup and wipe the table off.
"I'll be right back," she told him.
He smiled when Julia stood up and she could feel his eyes on her backside as she went to get his silverware and a fresh place mat. He wasn't the most appealing looking white man she'd seen, however, she still put a little extra swing in her hips as she walked. She figured he'd appreciate the effort.
As Julia walked back to his table, she could see the shaggy haired trucker watching her instead of reading the menu. The look in his eyes told her that he was hungry for more than just dinner. Her pussy tingled as he looked her over in between glances at the menu.
"I'll take the bacon cheeseburger and fries, girlie," he told her. "An' bring me a Coke."
"Yes, sir," she said.
After putting the order up through the window to the kitchen, Julia came back to wait on a teenaged couple who'd come in after the bearded trucker and sat at the booth behind him. She stood with his back to him while the white girl tried to decide which dessert to order.
Suddenly, Julia felt a hand brush against her skirt and a moment later felt a firm pinch on her ass. She jumped a little which made the girl look up at her for a moment before returning to the list of milk shake flavors.
Once the teenagers had decided on their order, Julia turned around. The big trucker sat there innocently in spite of the fact that no one else could have been responsible for pinching her on the ass.
Standing at the milk shake machine, Julia made the teenager's desserts and looked across the dining room. The bearded trucker was smiling at her. She knew she should be furious with him for such an act. Most waitresses likely would have slapped him or at least spat on his cheeseburger. However, once she'd gotten over the surprise of it, the black girl found herself a little excited by the rather public use she'd just endured.
When she brought the teenagers their milk shakes, Julia bent over in such a way that her back side was close enough for the bearded trucker to reach. Sure enough, he took it as an invitation to pinch her again. This time, he went so far as to put his hand up under her skirt to do it and pinched her through her panties. Without the extra layer of fabric provided by her uniform skirt, the pinch was a little painful.
Nevertheless, Julia didn't even flinch when it happened, nor did she look at the man when she stood up. Instead, she just walked across the dining room to the kitchen window to see if the man's meal was ready. Her face was flushed and she could feel dampness between her legs.
"Everythin' goin' okay out there, Julia?" asked Eddie.
"No problems," Julia answered. "Everything's cool. Why?"
"No reason," said Eddie. "Jus' askin'. Order 's comin' up."
Alice came over to her.
"Did he...," Alice asked, glancing at the bearded driver.
"It's fine," replied Julia. "Don't worry."
Walking back to the big man's table with his dinner, Julia felt a little flustered. Although she knew it was unreasonable, she had an urge to find an excuse to present her ass to him to see if he'd pinch her again. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that big a deal, but in a way it would be submitting to him and letting him take his pleasure with her. She wondered if he'd go up under her panties if he got another chance.
The teenagers paid and left while the bearded trucker was eating. Julia bent over a little more than necessary to pick up their empty glasses and lingered a little longer than she had to in that position in the hopes that she'd feel the big trucker hand on her again. However, this time, nothing happened. Surprised at her disappointment, she carried the glasses back to the kitchen.
Julia went back to his table when she saw he'd finished. He smiled at her the whole way and took a good look down her top when she bent over to gather his dishes.
"You wanted another one didn't you, girlie?" he asked her.
"Excuse me, sir?" she responded, blushing.
"I said I think you wanted another one when you cleared that table off," he explained. "Too bad my hands were full or you'd a gotten it."
How could she answer him? How could she tell him that, yes, she did want another pinch on the ass here in the public dining room where anyone could see? What kind of girl would want that?
"Um...," she stammered. "Do you want anything else, sir?"
"Me?" he said. "Just the check."
"Yes, sir," said Julia, putting the check on the table. "You can pay when you're ready."
"If you want another one, just turn around an' wait for it," he told her. "You won't wait long..."
As if in a trance, Julia turned around and waited instead of walking back to kitchen. She felt his meaty hand up under her skirt slipping under the leg of her panties. He pinched her hard on her bare flesh and slowly took his hand back. The negro girl's heart was pounding.
"I'm ready to pay now," he said.
Julia turned back around and waited as he pulled out his wallet and put a ten on the table.
"I'll get your change, sir," she said.
Turning around, Julia hesitated before walking away. This time she just felt a gentle pat on her ass and she knew that this encounter was over. She walked to cash register to get the bearded man's change. Glancing at the window to the kitchen, she saw Eddie watching her. He'd probably been watching for some time since the dinner rush seemed to be over.
When Julia returned with his change, the scraggly haired trucker scooped it up and stuffed it in his pocket. He stood up and took a step towards the door before pausing.
"Say, little lady," he said. "You ever seen the inside of a big rig?"
"Um, no," she replied.
"Well, if you got a break comin', maybe you'd like to come out an see mine," he told her.
"Okay, sir," she said. "In a few minutes."
"All right," smiled the trucker. "It's a big red one. Says Larry on the door. That's me, by the way. Larry."
Larry pushed the door open and headed out into the evening light. Julia watched him amble across the parking lot to a red eighteen wheeler. She couldn't help but notice that the truck had a sleeper cab.
Julia went up to the counter to see Eddie. Alice was busy taking an order across the room. It was already late enough that Bernice had gone home for the day.
"Eddie?" she called back into the kitchen. "I'm takin' my break now before Alice leaves."
"Okay, sweet thang!" he called back.
Pushing the door open, Julia walked quickly across the parking lot to Larry's truck. Alice hadn't noticed her leave, which would save her some questions. Eddie had come up to the counter and watched her go outside.
As Julia approached the red truck, Larry opened the door up.
"Climb on in," he said.
Julia stepped up on the step and Larry helped her up into the truck. Between the seats was a passage to the back of the cab. She could see there was a bed. The bearded trucker went back and stood next to it.
"Pretty cozy, huh?" grinned Larry.
"Yes," said Julia, still looking around. "I didn't know the inside of a truck could be like this."
"Really?" he said. "I'm surprised a girl like you hasn't found herself in one of these before."
"I only started workin' here a few weeks ago," she explained.
"Uh huh," he said, taking out his wallet. "Well, anyways, I gotta get goin', so let's make this short an' sweet. I'm just gonna put a twenty on the seat."
Larry fished a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet. Leaning forward, he put it on the driver's seat. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. His hairy dick was fully erect.
"Get to work on it, girlie," said Larry. "You look like you know how to blow a guy with those thick cock suckin' nigger lips."
Julia was a little taken aback by the fat white man's directness, but she could feel the tingling between her legs. She knew she should be insulted by Larry's presumption that she was a prostitute as well as a waitress, but instead it only served to excite her. She love being seen as something sexual; something to be used to get a white man off.
"Yes, sir," she replied, getting on her knees next to the bed.
"Pop those boobs out so I got somethin' to look at while you blow me," he told her. "I've been lookin' at 'em all through dinner an' I wanna see the rest of 'em."
Unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way, Julia opened it up. For expediency, she lifted her bra up over her breasts to display them for Larry's enjoyment.
"Is this okay, sir?" she asked. "Kin you see 'em all right?"
"Yeah, that's fine," he answered. "Nice rack. Get suckin'."
Without further words, Julia wrapped her hand around Larry's dick, bent forward, and took it between her lips. She started bobbing her head on it, letting his member slide in and out of her mouth. The smell of his sweaty crotch filled her nostrils.
"That's it, whore," rasped Larry. "That's the way to suck a dick..."
Julia just kept bobbing her head, slurping on the fat white man's cock.
"I knew what you were right away, girlie," said Larry. "I said to myself, 'now there's a cock suckin' whore if ever I saw one.' Slutty nigger, struttin' your stuff all over that diner; takin' a pinch on your fat black ass an' comin' back for more. I knew I'd get my pole smoked for sure."
Slipping her hand between his legs, Julia started caressing Larry's balls as she continued to suck his dick. That was all it took to push the bearded trucker over the edge. Almost immediately, the negro waitress felt the white man ejaculate in her mouth. She slurped down most of his cum with only a little running down her chin.
"Fuck!" exclaimed Larry, surprised. "Fuck!"
Julia felt Larry's dick soften in her mouth before she straightened up, letting it slide out from between her lips. She sat back, still kneeling, with her breasts bared.
"Damn, girlie!" said Larry, still breathing heavily. "You sure know how to suck a dick. I ain't come so fast from a blow job since... well... ever. Just goes to show, niggers are the best cock suckers."
Degrading as the compliment was, Julia still took it as one.
"Thank you, sir," she said. "Kin I put my blouse back now?"
"Uh, yeah," he replied, zipping up his pants. "I gotta roll anyways."
Julia lifted her bra up and pulled it down over her naked breasts before buttoning her blouse back up. She rose to her feet.
"I'll be lookin' for you next time I come through here," said Larry. "See what other skills you got."
"'kay," blushed Julia. "I better get back to work now, sir."
"All right," said Larry. "You take care."
Making her way between the seats in the cab, Julia opened the passenger side door and started to climb out.
"Hey, girlie!" called Larry. "That twenty 's for you, you know."
"For me?" said Julia.
"Yeah," he told her. "I... uh... forgot to leave a tip in there... Take it."
She'd figured that the money was for her. Services rendered, thought Julia. The idea that she was being paid for sucking this trucker's dick made her feel a little like a prostitute. That degrading idea make her pussy tingle the way it had when Mister Kelty assumed she was a whore. She picked up the twenty and slid back across the seat towards the door.
"Thank you, sir," she said, climbing out of the truck.
As she made her way across the parking lot, Julia heard the big rig roar to life. She turned around and saw Larry start the truck rolling. He honked the horn and waved at her before pulling onto the street and heading for the freeway on ramp. She clutched the twenty dollar bill in her hand.
Back in the diner, Julia found Alice hurriedly clearing a table.
"There you are!" said Alice. "I wondered where you got off to. It's almost the end of my shift."
"I was jus' takin' my break, that's all," Julia replied.
"Okay," said Alice. "I gotta go... Can you finish this up for me?"
"Sure," agreed Julia.
As she cleared the table, Julia noticed a trucker sitting in a booth across the room by the window watching her. From that distance, the colored waitress couldn't make out the trucker's expression, but she could tell when she was being looked at. She was already in a state of arousal after having sucked Larry off and her pussy was buzzing again from the attention.
Once she finished clearing the table, Julia grabbed a menu, checked herself to be sure she was showing some cleavage, and started across the dining room to where the new trucker was seated. As she walked, she made sure to give her hips a little extra sway. Like Larry, the new arrival wore a flannel shirt and blue denim jeans, but with grayer hair and without the beard.
It was about midway across the dining room that Julia suddenly realized that this new trucker was a woman. Instantly, the black waitress was embarrassed for having approached her as if she were a man. As she got closer to the table, however, she recognized a familiar look in the white woman's eyes. Again, the colored girl felt her face flush with the realization that the lady trucker looked at her with obvious desire.
"Good evening, ma'am," said Julia, handing the white woman the menu. "Can I start you off with some coffee?"
"Yes, I'd like that," smiled the white woman, her eyes drinking in Julia's exposed cleavage.
"I'll be right back with it, ma'am," replied Julia.
Flustered, the black waitress turned and walked towards the coffee maker, this time without the exaggerated swing in her hips.
There had been times in the past when Julia had wondered what it would be like to be intimate with another woman. She'd even had such thoughts about her friend Laura from high school. Of course, she'd never acted on these thoughts, or even said anything about them, especially since the blonde girl never gave her a hint of interest in that way.
However, this lady trucker was definitely showing more than a hint of interest and it had Julia wondering what she should do.
On her way back to the table, Julia walked normally as she carried the coffee. The white woman smiled as the colored girl put the cup down in front of her. The trucker's eyes were fixed on the waitress's cleavage. The negro blushed at the attention and the tingling she felt between her legs.
"Thanks," said the lady trucker, her eyes slowly moving up to look Julia in the eyes.
"Um..., do you know what you'd like, ma'am?" asked Julia.
"I sure do, sweetie," smiled the white woman. "I'd like what the man who's truck I saw you climbin' out of had."
Julia blushed hard when she realized that the lady trucker seen her getting out of Larry's truck. She was certain that the white woman knew what she'd been doing, too.
"I... uh...," stammered Julia.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," laughed the lady trucker. "For now, you can bring me a chicken salad sandwich and a cup of tomato soup."
"Yes, ma'am," replied the black waitress. "I'll get it for you."
"But, I still want what he had," said the trucker, her eyes wandering back down to Julia's exposed cleavage.
It was the look, all right, thought Julia. She'd seen it so many times before. The look in the white lady's eyes told the colored girl that she wanted her. Even though it was a woman who wanted her, the black waitress felt it between her legs. However, she still couldn't bring herself to swish her hips as she took the order to the kitchen.
"I see ol' Marge found you, girl," grinned Eddie when Julia approached the counter.
"Marge?" asked Julia.
"That's right," he replied. "She comes in every now an' then. She sure likes the ladies, too. Bernice got no shame an' always gives ol' Marge a eyeful of her titties. Marge always tips her good, too. Alice likes to stay away from her. You see how fast she got outta here when she saw Marge come in?"
"Is that why she was in such a hurry to leave?" asked Julia.
"Yep," said Eddie. "Looks like Marge took a likin' to you right away, too."
Julia blushed again and looked back at the white lady sitting at the table across the room. Eddie put the cup of soup Marge ordered up on the counter.
"You can take this to her while I make her sandwich," said Eddie.
Marge watched Julia approach her table carrying the cup of soup. Once again, the colored waitress saw the lust in the white lady's eyes and felt her pussy tingle in response. Even though it was embarrassing to have another woman look at her this way, the negro girl found herself enjoying the attention, much to her chagrin.
"Here's your soup, ma'am," said Julia.
Placing the cup in front of Marge, Julia leaned over a little further than she had to in order to give the lady trucker a better peek down her blouse.
"Thanks," smiled Marge, her eyes fixed on Julia's exposed cleavage.
"Um..., your sandwich is comin' up," Julia told her, her face hot.
Julia straightened up and went back towards the kitchen. She had no doubt that Marge was watching her so she put a little extra swing in her hips as she walked. It felt a little strange to be putting on a display like this for another woman, but she knew that the white lady would appreciate it.
When Julia got to the counter, the chicken salad sandwich was ready and waiting for her, as was Eddie. She blushed when she saw the smile on his face and realized he'd noticed what she was doing.
"What?" she asked him.
"Nothin', sweet thang," grinned Eddie. "I'm jus' watchin' how you're gettin' on wit' ol' Marge."
Picking up the plate with the sandwich on it, Julia said nothing to Eddie. She proceeded to take it over to Marge's table. She smiled when she saw that the white woman was watching her. Again, the colored waitress leaned over in exaggerated fashion to place the plate in front of the lady trucker.
"Thanks, sweetie," said Marge, her eyes darting up to meet Julia's.
"You're welcome, ma'am," blushed Julia.
Julia busied herself with the few remaining diners in the restaurant. Before long, Marge was the only one left. She went over to her table.
"Can I get you anythin' else, ma'am?" asked Julia.
"No, just the check," Marge replied.
Taking the book of order slips out of her pocket, Julia tore off the one one for Marge's meal and handed it to her. The white lady took it, intentionally brushing her fingers against the negro waitresses. The colored girl felt her pussy tingle at the touch. Glancing up, her eyes met the older woman's.
"There is something else I'd like, sweetie," smiled Marge.
"Ma'am?" Julia responded.
"I'd like to spend some more time with you," Marge continued. "Alone. I'm staying at the Travel Inn next door. I'd like you to come over so I can see you after you get off from work."
Julia felt her face flush and tried to think of something to say.
"Hmmm..., maybe I misread you," said Marge. "I thought maybe you were warmin' up to me a little... Sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean anything. Forget it. Pretend I didn't say anything."
The look of disappointment on Marge's face was clear to Julia. She certainly didn't want to hurt the lady trucker's feelings, especially since the white woman's attentions had definitely made the colored girl feel like an object of desire in a way that aroused her.
"Um..., no, ma'am...," said Julia softly. "You... uh... didn't... misread me. I liked how you were lookin' at me... It's jus' that... well... you're a lady an' I..."
"Not used to a lady payin' attention to you like that?" Marge completed her sentence.
"No, not really," Julia responded.
"But, you liked it?" asked Marge, smiling again.
"Yes, ma'am," blushed Julia.
"I understand," said Marge. "Look, we don't have to do anything if that's what you're worried about. We can just talk if you want. If you're interested, that is."
"Okay," said Julia.
"Good!" said Marge. "When do you get off?"
"Eleven," Julia told her.
"I'll be waitin' for you then," said Marge. "Room thirty eight."
Marge put a ten dollar bill on the table.
"I'll get your change, ma'am," said Julia, picking the money up.
"Keep it, sweetie," smiled Marge.
Julia watched as Marge got up and headed out the door into the night. She could feel her heart pounding. What had she just agreed to? Slowly, the negro waitress took the money over to the cash register and rung it up before returning to the table and clearing it off.
As she brought the dishes into the kitchen, Julia saw that Eddie was watching. She felt a little embarrassed realizing that he must have witnessed the exchange with Marge. She saw him glance down at her exposed cleavage and smile. Her face got warm knowing that he knew she'd been showing off for the lady trucker.
* * *
Julia started feeling nervous again as closing time came around. She turned off the sign in the window and finished wiping down the tables. Eddie smiled at her without saying anything as he let her out the door, locking it behind her.
It was funny, thought Julia. She'd walked across this parking lot over to the motel to meet white men a few times already, but she'd never felt butterflies in her stomach as strongly as she did this time. Nevertheless, that wasn't going to stop her. The way that Marge had looked at her and talked to her had made it clear that the white lady wanted her and she loved being desired that way.
Arriving at room thirty eight, Julia knocked softly on the door. Marge opened it and smiled at her.
"I'm glad you came," she said, closing the door behind Julia after she'd entered the motel room. "Have a seat."
Sitting in the nearest chair, Julia waited for Marge to sit down.
"I got a feeling you're no stranger to the motel over here," said Marge. "Am I right?"
"Yes, ma'am," Julia replied. "You're right."
"When I saw you get out of that truck, I thought you might be someone I could pay for companionship," Marge started. "But, after I talked to you, I got the idea that wasn't it. You don't do that for money, do you?"
"No, ma'am," said Julia.
"You're a sweet respectful girl, too," continued Marge. "Way too shy to be the kind of girl who just sleeps around with anyone... You're an interesting girl. Maybe that's why I like you so much."
"Thank you, ma'am," said Julia softly.
"See?" smiled Marge. "So respectful... And pretty, too. Those are very attractive qualities."
Julia blushed, but said nothing.
"So, you've never been with another woman this way?" asked Marge. "You must have thought about it before. Am I right?"
"Kind of," answered Julia. "I had this friend in high school. She was real pretty an' sweet. I thought about her sometimes, but I never said anything. I mean, if she'd wanted to an' asked me, I wouldn't have said no. If she tried anything, I wouldn't have stopped her. But, I couldn't say anything to her about it. And, I wasn't even sure if I really wanted that anyways."
"Uh huh," said Marge. "Was she white?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Julia.
"You like doin' what white folks want, is that it?" asked Marge.
Again, Julia blushed wordlessly. After a moment she nodded without meeting Marge's eyes.
"I thought so," smiled Marge. "It's been a long time since I met a colored girl like that. I didn't think there still were any. I'm glad I was wrong about that. I jus' love colored girls like you... You don't mind me callin' you that do you, sweetie? Colored?"
"No, ma'am," said Julia. "I don't mind. I... kind of like it."
"I thought you would," Marge replied. "I knew a girl like that back when I was in high school. She was the sweetest little colored girl. She lived right next door to me. Betty was her name. She was so bashful and respectful. Always called me ma'am or Miss Marge. She was the first girl I had the courage to kiss. She never said no or resisted. I knew she wasn't... into other girls... so much as she wanted to make me happy. You remind me of her."
"Really?" asked Julia.
"Oh, yes," answered Marge.
"You don't really look that much like her...," Marge went on. "She was kind of short an' chubby. But, she was very sweet, like you. And so cute, too. I'd seen her with boys before.... always white boys. But, she was always very friendly with me, too."
* * *
One day we were alone together an' I jus' kinda did it an' kissed her. I don't know what came over me, but she was jus' so sweet an' pretty. She didn't try to pull away or anything. She even kissed me back an' smiled at me afterwards.
"Sorry, Betty," I apologized to her. "I shouldn't have done that."
"It's okay, Miss Marge," she told me.
"You're a sweet girl," I told her. "I guess I couldn't help it."
"I ain't mind at all," she said. "I'm glad you like me so much."
"I do like you," I said. "But it isn't right for me to kiss you like that."
What she said next is still burned in my memory.
"I'm a nigger, Miss Marge, ma'am," she told me. "You doin' that is a honor to me."
* * *
"I could tell she meant it," said Marge. "An', maybe I knew I was takin' advantage of her, but, I couldn't resist doin' more with her. She always made me feel comfortable with her an' seemed happy to get the attention from me."
Julia could easily imagine being Betty enjoying the attention of white boys and even a white girl.
"I know how Betty felt," said Julia. "That's how I feel, too. For a long time I thought I was the only one who felt that way an' thought there was somethin' wrong with me for it. I've heard of others like Betty... an' me."
"Colored girls that like to please white folks?" Marge prompted.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Julia. "I like how it feels knowin' that a white man wants me... that way."
"What about when a white woman wants you that way?" Marge asked, her voice warm.
"Um..., I like it," answered Julia softly.
"Does it feel good?" the white lady pressed her.
"Yes, ma'am," the negro girl said even more softly.
"I want you that way, sweetie," Marge told her.
Marge and Julia sat in silence for long few seconds before the white lady spoke. The young black woman could feel the butterflies coming back. It was obvious to her where this was going.
"You're a very pretty girl," said Marge. "I'd like to see more of you. Please get undressed for me."
Julia felt her face growing warmer as her anxiety and excitement increased. She wanted to please Marge, but she was having trouble moving her arms up to start unbuttoning her blouse. She always felt a little embarrassed getting undressed in front of someone, especially someone new. However, it had never been so difficult to get started.
"You don't have to do anything else, girl," Marge told Julia, sensing her hesitation. "I just want to look at your body. You're so young and pretty. You make me feel like I did when I was with Betty all those years ago. I won't even touch you if you don't want me to. But, please let me see you."
The look in the white woman's eyes was a familiar one for the colored girl. She could tell that the lady trucker was aroused by the anticipation of seeing her female charms. Julia knew there was no way she was going to disappoint her when Marge wanted her so badly.
At last, Julia willed herself to move and brought her hands up to start unbuttoning her blouse. Marge looked on enraptured as the colored girl gradually revealed her naked brown flesh to her. The white lady's breath quickened as she watched and her excitement was contagious. The negro could feel her heart pounding and her pussy tingling as she slipped her bra off.
"Your breasts are lovely," said Marge, her eyes glued to the negro's chest. "I love them! Colored girls seem to always have such nice ones."
"Thank you, ma'am," blushed Julia. "I'm glad you think so."
"Now let's see what else you have for me, sweetie," Marge directed her. "I want to see everything."
"Yes, ma'am," said Julia softly.
Slowly, Julia removed the rest of her waitress uniform. Marge watched, her eyes shining. The negro girl hesitated a moment before slipping her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and pulling them down until they fell the rest of the way to her ankles.
Taking her clothes off for a lady felt different to Julia. It was somehow even more embarrassing. But, at the same time, Marge reacted in much the same way as the white men and boys who'd enjoyed the colored girl's charms this way.
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Marge. "You keep your pussy shaved!"
"I... uh... like it that way...," stammered Julia, her face hot. "I like how it feels..."
"I like it, too," said Marge. "You look so... exposed. It's wonderful."
Standing in front of the white lady while she drank in the view of her naked body had Julia feeling like an object on display; much the same as she did when offering her body to a white man. She figured Marge would probably like to see her present herself in the same way as they did, so she put her hands behind her head and stood with her legs apart just as Mister Stanley had taught her and so many others had enjoyed.
"You're so beautiful," said Marge. "Like a slave princess..."
Reaching out, Marge touched Julia's hip and slowly ran her hand down the outside of her leg. The white lady's eyes roamed freely over the colored girl's naked body. The negro waitress inhaled sharply at her touch.
Marge blushed and pulled her hand back.
"Sorry, sweetie...," she said. "I promised I wouldn't touch you..."
"It's okay, ma'am," replied Julia. "You can do whatever you want."
"Stand closer to me," instructed Marge.
Julia took a half step closer to Marge. The white lady reached up and started caressing the negro's breast. First one and then the other. The colored girl's nipples hardened instantly.
Next, Marge put her free hand between Julia's parted thighs and started stroking her pussy. Involuntarily, the black girl's body started to move and she humped back at the older woman's hand.
"You're soaked," observed Marge huskily
"I can't help it, ma'am," Julia told her. "It feels good."
"You're not embarrassed like this?" asked Marge, continuing to rub Julia's vagina. "You're completely naked and exposed while a fully clothed woman takes liberties with your intimate parts."
"It's kinda embarrassing,," replied Julia. "But that don't matter 'cause you like it, ma'am."
The white lady continued rubbing the colored girl's pussy and began squeezing her breasts more firmly. Julia gasped when Marge pinched one of her nipples between her thumb and fore finger, but remained in position. The older woman pinched the negro's nipple again, only harder this time.
"Did I hurt you?" asked Marge.
"A little," answered Julia.
"I'm gonna do it some more, girl," Marge told her, underscoring her words with another pinch.
"Yes, ma'am," said Julia.
Marge squeezed Julia's breasts with one hand, first one, then the other, then back again. Squeezing and pinching and all the while stroking the negro's now dripping pussy.
"This is how I used to do it with Betty," said Marge. "She was such a sweet girl... She never complained no matter how rough I got with her. She always seemed to like it, too."
"I like it, too..., Miss Marge," Julia told her. "It makes me feel like..."
"Like what, sweetie?" asked Marge.
"Like a nigger, ma'am," answered Julia. "That's how it makes me feel."
Marge pinched Julia's nipple hard and tugged on it before leaning forward and taking it into her mouth. The lady trucker sucked on it hard, all the while she continued stroking the black girl's vagina.
The colored girl could tell that despite her earlier restraint, the white lady definitely wanted to take charge of her as much as any of the men she'd been with did. If anything, that had made Julia think less about the fact that Marge was a woman and more about her being a white person who was enjoying her body. Just the way it should be, thought the young negro woman.
Without warning, Julia suddenly felt a climax building up inside her.
"I'm gonna cum," whimpered Julia. "Can I cum, Miss Marge? Please, ma'am?"
"Yeah," replied Marge, taking her mouth off of Julia's breast just long enough to speak. "Cum for me, sweetie."
"Oh!" cried Julia. "Ohhh! Oh!"
Julia felt her strength draining out of her and was having difficulty standing as the powerful orgasm swept over her. Marge finally stopped rubbing her pussy and released her nipple from her mouth.
"You're a little slut, aren't you, girl?" asked Marge, her voice thick with arousal.
"Uh huh," gasped Julia.
Marge stood up and pushed Julia back onto the bed on her back and climbed up on top of her.
"I'm gonna taste that sweet pussy of yours, nigger," said Marge. "Open those legs up so I can get at it."
Instantly, Julia spread her legs for the white lady. Marge put her head between the colored girl's thighs and inhaled deeply. A second later, the negro felt the older woman's tongue touch her vagina.
Julia's orgasm hadn't completely subsided when Marge began licking her pussy and she felt another one starting to build. The way the white lady was doing it felt different than any of her previous experiences. She teased her with her tongue, gently running it across her pussy lips and flicking it across her clit. The black girl moaned and bucked her hips.
"Oh, Miss Marge!" exclaimed Julia. "I'm... gonna... Please..., can I... cum, ma'am?"
"Uh huh," replied Marge, her tongue still lapping Julia's cunt.
"Ahhh!" Julia cried out. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Gradually, Marge's licking changed to kisses and she pressed her lips against the colored girl's pussy again and again. At last, she moved up until they were face to face. After a long few seconds the white lady put her lips to Julia's and kissed her hard and deep, forcing her tongue between the negro's lips. She could taste herself on the the older woman's lips and tongue.
Marge gave Julia one last kiss on the mouth and sat up. The young black woman remained on her back on the bed, her chest heaving and her heart pounding.
"I guess you didn't mind bein' with another woman after all, did you, sweetie?" asked Marge playfully. "You seemed to like it just fine."
"Uh huh," agreed Julia. "I never... felt it like that..."
"That's what Betty said, too," winked Marge. "But she didn't cum like you did just now."
Julia blushed at the thought of just how she must have looked in the throws of her orgasm; all at the hands, and tongue, of another woman. Now that she was calming down she was a little embarrassed at how carried away she'd been.
"I couldn't help it, ma'am," Julia managed to say.
"I know you couldn't, sweetie," smiled Marge. "You're a nigger, just like Betty. And that's a good thing, believe me."
"Yes, ma'am," said Julia. "I am."
Marge looked down at the naked negro girl laying in her bed for a long moment before speaking.
"Well, I could just play with you all night, but I gotta get going early in the morning," said Marge. "I'm sure you got some place to go, too."
"Yes, ma'am," said Julia. "Can I get dressed now?"
"I'm afraid so," replied Marge.
Julia got up and put her clothes on while Marge watched. Once she was dressed, the colored girl stepped to the door.
"Thank you, ma'am," said Julia. "You were so... good to me an' I didn't even do anythin' for you..."
"You did plenty," Marge assured her. "It isn't every day I get to enjoy a sweet young colored girl like you. Maybe next time you can... do more."
"I'm not gonna be here much longer," said Julia. "I'm gonna be startin' college in a couple weeks."
"College?" said Marge. "That's great! Where?"
"Central State," replied Julia.
"I get up there now an' then," Marge said. "Maybe I'll see you. Be sure Eddie knows how to get in touch with you."
"I will, Miss Marge," said Julia. "Bye."
"Goodbye, sweetie," said Marge.
Julia let herself out into the night and closed the motel room door behind her. She started walking across the parking lot, reflecting on what had just happened. Her first time with another woman. It had seemed completely natural, though. Marge had just been another white person who wanted her, and pleasing people like that was what she liked to do.
Eddie's car was up ahead, and Julia could see that he was sitting in it, waiting for her. She wondered how he'd feel knowing what she'd just been doing. She opened the passenger door and climbed in.
"Hey there, sweet thang," smiled Eddie. "You smell good."
Blushing hard, Julia realized that she must smell like pussy. She was embarrassed, but she figured Eddie liked it, so it wasn't that bad. Still, she couldn't bring herself to say anything. The black man started the car and pulled out onto the street.
"You've had a busy day, girl," he observed. "You took care of a couple of customers that other girls ain't done so good with. None of 'em like Larry. Marge makes most of 'em nervous."
"He kept pinchin' my ass," said Julia.
"Yeah, that's Larry, all right," laughed Eddie. "I know I oughta say somethin' to him about keepin' his hands to himself, but I jus' love seein' how the girls react to him. You the first one what kep' goin' back for more. Like you liked it."
"He liked it, Eddie," Julia explained. "An' I wanted to give him what he liked. I think you liked it, too."
"You know I did!" agreed Eddie.
Julia could tell that Eddie was enjoying the conversation. And she was enjoying having him enjoy it.
"I sucked his dick," Julia said right out. "When I went to his truck... He gave me twenty bucks like I was a nigger whore. A cocksuckin' nigger whore. What do you think of that, Eddie?"
"I... uh...," stammered Eddie, surprised by her directness. "You know I like hearin' that, girl. You gettin' all me fired up now."
The bulge in Eddie's pants was obvious to Julia. It encouraged her to go on.
"He shot off right in my mouth," Julia continued. "An' I swallowed it all."
"Damn, girl," breathed Eddie.
At the next red light, Eddie reached his hand down his pants and straightened his erection out. Julia smiled to herself seeing how worked up he was. They drove on in silence for a few blocks until they stopped in front of her apartment building.
"I'm gonna miss you when you go off to school," said Eddie. "I ain't had nobody like you talkin' to me for a long time. Nobody understan's me but you, Julia."
"I'll miss you, too, Eddie," smiled Julia. "Who else can I tell this stuff to?"
"You'll keep in touch, right?" asked Eddie. "Don't go forgettin' me, sweet thang."
"I won't forget you," said Julia, climbing out of the car.
"Uh...," Eddie stopped her. "I gotta ask... If you don't mind... What about ol' Marge? Did you..."
"Yes, I did," replied Julia. " She's a white lady. I wasn't gonna say no to her."
"Damn...," sighed Eddie.
"Good night, Eddie," said Julia. "See ya tomorrow."
"Good night," said Eddie.
Julia watched the Camero disappear down the street. She would miss Eddie, she thought. She knew her adventures weren't going to end any time soon, and having someone who understood them to share them with made her feel good. She'd stay in touch. That was certain.
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