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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
After spending her Saturday on academic pursuits, Julia was ready to relax for the evening. Returning to her dorm room, she found Charlene at her desk writing. She'd hoped she might hear a little more of the story of her roommate's experiences treating her best friend from high school as a sexual pet.
"Hey, Julia," said Charlene, looking up from her work.
"Hey," Julia replied, closing the door behind her.
Charlene turned in her chair to watch Julia put her book bag down and take off her coat. The colored girl could definitely feel her roommate's eyes on her; she was far more conscious of the white girl's attention now that she knew about her unusual interest that just happened to be related to her own.
"I been thinkin' 'bout our... discussion... this morning," Charlene started.
"Me, too," said Julia.
"Really?" asked Charlene. "Is it startin' to freak you out now that it's sinkin' in?"
"No," replied Julia. "Actually, I was kinda hopin' there was more."
Charlene thought for a moment before continuing.
"You know, you're like Donna in one way for sure," said Charlene.
Julia immediately wondered if Charlene had picked up on her arousal in response to hearing her story. There was no question that the white girl had a more than friendly interest in her, judging from the look in her eye and the way she'd casually exposed herself that morning. The negro girl started thinking about what she'd do if her roommate tried to start something.
"Um..., I am?" Julia responded. "How so?"
"You're full of surprises," smiled Charlene. "You seem so serious and studious, and maybe you really are. But, there's a lot more going on with you than that. Donna was always so shy and reserved on the outside, no one would have guessed what she was thinking about. And you..., the way you reacted to what I told you this morning... Or, more precisely, the way you didn't react."
"I've told other girls bits and pieces of that story, but I never told that much to any one person. Some of them couldn't get past another girl having a crush on me and thought Donna was a lesbo... like that was a bad thing... and went off about their own experiences with other girls coming on to them and how it grossed them out.
"Others just couldn't believe Donna's fantasy about being a pet, especially for a white lady. They couldn't understand why a black girl would want to be essentially a slave to a white person. One black girl I told said she thought that Donna had serious self esteem issues and she hoped that I hadn't taken advantage of her. Of course, I pretty much stopped telling the story to her at that point.
"But you got it. You weren't grossed out by it. You didn't think there was something wrong with Donna or me. You even seemed to understand how she felt. You're the only one I've told so much of it to.
"I... can't help but wonder...," Charlene continued, "if you don't have some... first hand experience in one way or another. Tell me, Julia... have you ever been with a woman?"
Julia was a little taken aback by the directness of Charlene's question. On the other hand, that seemed to be one of the white girl's personality traits. Once again, she wondered if her roommate was probing to see how far she could go with her. She wondered the same thing herself.
"Kind of...," allowed Julia. "Once."
"Kind of?" asked Charlene, smiling. "I didn't know you could 'kind of' be with a woman."
"Well... I guess I was," Julia answered. "I didn't really do anything with her. She... pretty much did everything."
"Really?" Charlene replied. "How was it?"
"I don't know how to answer that," said Julia. "I mean, she seemed to really enjoy... doin' that to me."
"I meant, did you like it?" Charlene wanted to know.
"Well, yeah," Julia said. "It felt good."
"You're gonna tell me what happened, right?" asked Charlene. "I never actually talked to anyone else who'd done it, too."
"It happened near the end of the summer," Julia started. "I was waitressing at a truck stop. At first I thought she was a man sittin' by herself at a table wearin' a flannel shirt an' jeans, but when I got close I saw it was a lady."
"I was used to the truckers checkin' me out. I mean, they'd sometimes try to peek down my blouse an' some of 'em would actually stare at my chest while they were orderin'. I didn't mind, really, 'cause usually they left good tips.
"A few of the guys got this look in their eyes when they were checkin' me out. It wasn't like they were lookin' at a person. It was like they were just seein' me almost like an animal. A sexy animal with tits, but still an' animal.
"But, this lady was doin' the same kind of thing. I could see the same look in her eye that those guys had. Like she wanted me. It was weird, 'cause I wasn't used to it from a lady. Still, I kinda like it when I know somebody wants me like that.
"We talked some an' she kinda flirted with me so I knew for sure she liked me. She said she had a room at the motel next to the truck stop an' asked me to come an' see her when my shift was over so we could talk more privately.
"I'm not sure why I went, but I guess I was curious," said Julie.
"Weren't you nervous?" asked Charlene. "I mean, she was a total stranger!"
"Well...," said Julia, haltingly, "she seemed really nice an' she made me feel comfortable with her. So I figured it would be okay."
"Anyways," Julia went on, "I went to her room an' we started talkin'. She said I reminded her of a girl she knew when she was young. A black girl that was the first girl she was ever with. Wow..., kinda like you an' Donna, I guess."
"She told me about how the girl let her kiss her an' pretty much do whatever she wanted. I liked how she still thought about her all these years later. She told me I was pretty an' sweet an' asked if I'd mind lettin' her look at me. She said I didn't have to do anything at all... just stand there an' let her look.
"She just wanted to look at you?" asked Charlene.
"Well, she did want me to... you know... take off my clothes for her," explained Julia. "But, like I said, I liked her an' I wanted to make her happy so I did it. I loved the way she looked at me. She started touchin' me... my breasts... it felt good. She apologized 'cause she did say she was just gonna look, but I told her it was okay."
"She started touchin' me between my legs an' I started gettin' turned on," Julia continued. "She said she wanted to taste me. So, I layed down on her bed an' she... went down on me... lickin' my pussy. It felt incredible! It wasn't the first time anybody ever did that to me, but it wasn't like with a guy. I mean, I liked it when a guy did it... a lot. But, her... She really knew how to make me feel good. I came pretty fast."
"Wow," said Charlene. "That's so cool. Didn't she want you to... you know... return the favor?"
"I don't know," said Julia. "She didn't say anything about that. I was kinda glad she didn't 'cause I wasn't really ready to do that then but I wouldn't have wanted to say no an' disappoint her."
"I know what you mean," Charlene responded. "Did you... spend the night?"
"No," Julia told her. "She had to go to sleep an' leave early in the morning. She was a trucker, after all. An' my mother would have been worried if I didn't come home. I pretty much left after that."
"How did you feel about havin' her look at you like that?" asked Charlene. "You knew she was probably gettin' turned on by you. That didn't weird you out?"
"It didn't feel that weird," answered Julia. "It was kinda embarrassing, but I liked that I could make her happy that way."
"That's really why you did it?" Charlene wanted to know. "To make her happy?"
"Well..., yeah...," Julia replied. "She was a nice white lady an' she liked me. Why wouldn't I want her to be happy?"
"You sound like Donna," smiled Charlene. "She was always talkin' about how much she liked white ladies an' wanted to do stuff for them an' make them happy. She loved being a white lady's pet. She once said it was because she liked to think of them as better than her somehow."
"She said that?" asked Julia.
"Yeah," answered Charlene. "I don't know if she really believed it or if it was just part of the fantasy she liked so much. I never thought of myself as better than anyone or anything. But, I have to admit it turned me on to hear Donna say that."
Donna was sounding more and more like Julia herself, she thought. And, from the way Charlene was talking, the black girl had a feeling that her roommate could understand her own fantasy. Until now, she wasn't sure if she could tell her roommate that particular secret.
"I know how she feels," said Julia softly. "I used to fantasize about being a slave for a white master... you know... like on a plantation."
"You did?" responded Charlene, a little surprised.
"Well, I didn't fantasize about pickin' cotton or anything like that," Julia clarified. "I used to imagine I was the master's favorite slave. He'd do whatever he wanted with me... sometimes nasty stuff... but not too mean... well... sometimes kinda mean."
"Where'd that come from?" asked Charlene. "They didn't teach that in my Civil War history class."
"I don't know when it started for me exactly," explained Julia. "But, a few years ago I found this book hidden in my mother's closet. It was a paperback novel with a picture of a couple of black slave girls in chains an' wearin' rags on the cover. One was older than the other, like mother an' daughter. I was kinda shocked that she'd have something like that. But, something about it gave me a funny feeling... down there... you know?"
"I took it to my room an' started readin' it. It was about a slave girl an' her mother. Their master dies an' his widow doesn't want them. They go to an auction to be sold. They have to stand there naked in front of all these white people while they bid on them.
"It was horrible in one way, but it also turned me on thinkin' about it," Julia went on. "I remember I had to stop readin' an'... you know... take care of myself. After I came I started thinkin' about what I just got off to an' felt kinda ashamed of myself. I put the book back in her closet."
"Wow...," said Charlene. "Sounds like some kind of porn book. So you didn't read the whole thing?"
"Um...,well..." Julia started. "I tried to forget about it, but I kept thinkin' about the picture on the cover an' the auction an' how I'd feel standin' there naked in front of all those white people. I went an' got it back out of her closet an' read some more."
"This white man buys both the mother an' daughter an' takes 'em home with him. On the way, he even... does it to the mother while she's still chained to her daughter. It was so nasty, but I couldn't help myself. I got turned on an' had to get myself off again. Afterwards I was so ashamed I put the book back and promised myself I'd leave it there.
"But, the next day after my mother left for work, I went an' got it out an' read more. The girl had to go to the master's bed. Another slave gave her a bath an' got her ready for him an' took her up to his room naked. He used her body like an object, touchin' it where he wanted, an' finally doin' it to her even though she was a virgin. I read that part over an' over again.
"Even though he treated her like a thing an' called her 'nigger', you could tell that he liked her. She was his favorite slave. She didn't have to do any hard work or anything. All she had to do was take care of his... needs an' he took care of hers.
"I started imaginin' myself like that pretty much every time I played with myself," Julia explained. "I was the master's favorite nigger an' I loved it."
"You thought of yourself as a...," Charlene started to ask.
"A nigger," Julia finished the question. "You can say it. I don't mind. That's what I imagined I was when I gettin' myself off. It really turned me on."
"I never thought of anything like that," said Charlene. "Well, I thought about slave girls servin' their owners an' stuff when I was with Donna. I never thought of 'em... bein'... you know... niggers."
"No?" asked Julia. "The way Donna was with you, to me, that's what a nigger is. A black girl who likes to serve white men... well, white people, I guess."
Julia couldn't help but notice the way Charlene's green eyes sparkled and drifted slowly over her body. It was a look the black girl was quite familiar with, the look of desire. Her face grew warmer and her pussy tingled.
"I... have to say... I can see how... that would be appealing," Charlene smiled bashfully. "I never really thought of that, but I like it. Havin' a nigger slave, I mean. Are you sure you're cool with me sayin' that? You know... the n word?"
"Yeah, it's okay," replied Julia.
"Did that... woman truck driver... call you that?" asked Charlene.
"Um..., yes," answered Julia.
"That's... well... hot," said Charlene. "I never really thought about it as... erotic. Calling a black girl a nigger, I mean. I always thought of it as racist insult; not a word for a black girl like... Donna or... you."
"She might not have thought of it that way," Julia replied. "But, I do."
"When she called you that... did you like it?" asked Charlene. "Or just not mind?"
Julia had to stop and think about that question. Of course, she knew the answer; it was just a question of whether or not she wanted to admit the shameful truth to Charlene. It was one thing to take the word in stride. It was another to actually derive sexual pleasure from hearing it directed towards her.
However, it was clear to the colored girl where this discussion was heading and what her roommate had in mind. Telling Charlene the truth would definitely be the way for Julia get the most out of what was certainly going to happen.
"I... like it," said Julia, shyly. "I know how it sounds... a black girl that likes bein' called that. It's not like I want some stranger on the street to call me a nigger. That would really piss me off. But, coming from that white lady while she was... well... using me that way... I liked it. It made me feel like I was her slave girl."
"I see," mused Charlene. "I bet she liked sayin' it to you... especially since she must have known you liked it."
"I think so," agreed Julia.
The conversation lulled at that point. Charlene's eyes continued to roam over Julia's body making the colored girl feel as if she were naked even though she was dressed in jeans and a sweater. There was no doubt in her mind that her roommate wanted her. It was just a question of when she'd make a move. The black co-ed wondered how she'd react, but she knew for sure that she'd offer no resistance to any of the brunette's advances.
"Hey, are you hungry?" asked Charlene suddenly. "I just realized I haven't had dinner yet an' it's after eight."
"Wow, I didn't notice how late it was," said Julia.
"There's a sandwich shop a block off campus. We can go there; it's pretty close," suggested Charlene. "My treat. How's that?"
"That's okay," replied Julia. "I can pay for mine."
"I want to pay for yours," said Charlene, smiling wryly. "It can be like a date. Okay?"
A date! Julia felt her face grow warmer. She understood that Charlene was taking a less direct route than she'd expected. Still, there was no mistaking the destination. It felt a little odd, but in a good way.
"Okay," Julia told her. "Thanks."
The two young women walked over to the Campus Sandwich Shop. Julia had been there a couple of times before. Much like the pizza place near her old high school, there was a counter where you ordered your meal, self service soda fountain, and tables to sit at. They stood together looking up at the menu posted over the counter.
"What do you wanna have?" asked Charlene.
"The tuna sandwich is good here," answered Julia. "I'll get that."
"Cool," replied Charlene, stepping up to the counter.
"What can I get you?" asked the college aged counter man.
"Ham an' cheese on pumpernickel," said Charlene. "An' a tuna sandwich for my friend."
"Lettuce an' tomato on both?" he asked.
Charlene turned to Julia, who nodded in response to the question. The white girl turned back towards the counter man.
"Yeah, on both, thanks," answered Charlene.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"A couple of large sodas," Charlene answered.
The man put two empty cups on the counter.
"Nine fifty," he said.
Digging into her purse, Charlene produced the money. Julia picked up the cups.
"Coke for me," said Charlene.
Julia headed over to the soda fountain and filled the cups while Charlene finished paying for their order. The brunette had managed to set things up where she was clearly in charge, ordering for both of them and paying for everything, while leaving the negro girl with the task of fetching their drinks.
Charlene caught up with her as she was topping off the second cup. The white girl made no move to take her drink; instead, leaving it to Julia to carry both of them to the table she was leading the way to.
Julia's impression of her roommate was evolving rapidly. Charlene had seemed a little unsure of herself earlier when telling the story of her relationship with Donna, her high school friend. Now, she seemed confidently in control.
Arriving at a table off in a corner of the dining area, Charlene sat down. Julia placed her soda in front of her before sitting down herself. She was feeling more and more like she was serving her roommate in the same way she'd served customers at the diner. No, she corrected herself, not like just any of those customers. It was more like the way she'd served the special ones. Glancing quickly towards the white girl's face, she once again saw that gleam in her green eyes. The unmistakable look of desire.
"I hope I put enough ice in it for you," said Julia, trying to cover her nervous silence.
"It's fine, thanks," smiled Charlene. "Donna used to do that kind of thing for me. Even before... you know... we got closer. I always thought it was sweet. And, after..., well..., I thought it was kinda hot. Pretty weird, huh?"
"I don't think so," replied Julia. "Once you knew what she was thinkin' while she was doin' it, I'm sure she liked knowin' you thought it was kinda hot. I mean, I know what I was thinkin' servin' some of those guys at the diner."
"I still can't believe how you understand all this," said Charlene. "How hot bein' waited on by somebody who's... you know... into doin' it. I mean, you get what I get out of... bein' in charge."
"I've been thinkin' about it a long time," Julia responded. "I know what I get out of servin' guys... well... ladies, too, I guess. I know how I feel when they're in charge of me. It kinda works out perfect for both of us. You know, each of us likin' the other half of the same thing."
"Charlene!" called the counter man over the speaker. "Your order 's up."
Charlene looked Julia in the eyes and smiled. The colored girl felt her pussy tingle.
"I'll get it," Julia offered softly, rising from her chair.
"Good girl," Charlene smiled, her green eyes sparkling.
Julia's face flushed hot and her pussy twitched as she walked up to the counter to fetch their sandwiches. The negro girl could understood why Donna loved it when Charlene praised her that way. It was sweet, but at the same time a reminder of her place in their relationship. Kindly condescending was the description that came to mind for her.
As she picked up the tray with the sandwiches on it, Julia saw the look on the counter man's face, but she couldn't quite read it. Was it possible he had an inkling of what was going on? How the white girl was in charge of the ordering and paying for the meal while the black one was responsible for carrying it and serving it. No, she shook her head. No way he could know. But, she blushed anyways.
"Thanks," said Charlene as Julia put the tray down on the table.
"You're welcome...," replied Julia, the honorific unspoken.
Charlene must have picked up on it since she smiled knowingly at the colored girl as she sat down across the table from her. Julia blushed and started to eat her sandwich.
"You're precious," said Charlene. "I mean it, Julia. It's hard to believe you're the same girl I see studying so seriously all the time. I thought that maybe you didn't like me or something since you never really initiated any conversation with me. I even thought that maybe you had a problem with me because I'm white."
"I'm sorry if I seemed that way," responded Julia. "I guess I'm just kinda shy around people I don't know. It was a little overwhelming for me to get assigned to a room with a senior. Especially a really beautiful white girl. It's a little intimidating."
"It's hard for me to think of myself as an intimidating beauty!" laughed Charlene. "That's nice of you to say, though. The thing is, you've got nothing to be sorry about. I should have realized what it was like for you and done more to get to know you. Seeing as what a sweet girl you are, I'm really regretting not doing it sooner."
Charlene took a long sip of her drink through the straw, keeping her eyes on Julia the whole time. The negro girl blushed bashfully. The brunette seemed to be taking delight in causing her roommate self-conscious embarrassment with praise. After noisily draining her soda, the white girl smiled.
"Do you... want me to get you a refill?" asked Julia.
"Yes, I'd like that," answered Charlene, looking her in the eyes.
Julia could feel the dampness between her legs as she walked over to the soda fountain with Charlene's empty cup. She still couldn't believe that another female could be having this effect on her. The way the white girl was looking at her before combined with the way she was treating her and talking to her now had completely brought out the negro girl's submissive side. She was even less in control of her body's reactions than usual.
The thought of giving her hips a little extra motion for Charlene's benefit crossed Julia's mind as she went over to get the drink refill. However, she wasn't really like the lady trucker from the diner. Marge was much like a man and it felt right to Julia to show off to her as if she was one.
Charlene, on the other hand, was quite feminine, thought Julia. The white girl had become more assertive as she'd become confident taking a dominant role with the colored girl. The brunette liked being served and enjoyed praising her, delighting in her embarrassment. Putting on a slightly slutty display for her didnt seem fitting. Not here, anyways.
As she returned to the table, she saw that Charlene was watching her with a barely detectable smile on her face. Julia put the cup down in front of her and sat down.
"Thanks," said Charlene happily. "It's so cool I've got my own private waitress."
Julia smiled at Charlene before returning to her sandwich.
"I could get used to this," said Charlene.
After they finished eating, Julia picked up the empty cups and wrappers from the table along with the tray while Charlene waited. They headed back to the dorm room.
"I meant that, by the way," said Charlene once they were outside. "I really could get used to that kind of service. It makes me feel kind of like a princess with her own servant. You're sure you don't mind doing it?"
"No, I like it," replied Julia. "I like it that you feel that way. That's... why I do it."
The two young women walked on in silence for a bit. Julia felt a nervous excitement inside her. It was the first time she'd experienced it here at the university. She hadn't expected it to be with another girl, let alone her roommate. Glancing over at Charlene walking beside her, she could sense that the white girl wanted her the same way that Danny had.
They went into the dorm building lobby and got on the elevator to their room. Julia watched the numbers light up as they went up, drawing closer to their floor. She took another look at Charlene and saw the white girl looking back at her. The elevator doors opened onto the hallway.
Charlene used her key to unlock the door to their room and opened it. Julia followed her in. It was the same room she'd been living in since September, but it felt different somehow. The white girl closed the door and walked over and sat on the edge of her bed. The negro followed.
"Are you ready to be my slave, Julia?" asked Charlene.
"Yes," answered Julia.
"Is that how you spoke to that white lady truck driver you told me about?" Charlene asked.
Julia swallowed hard. It was really happening. Charlene was ready to take charge of her.
"No..., ma'am," blushed Julia.
"Now, are you ready?" Charlene repeated the question.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Julia, her pussy buzzing.
"Good girl," smiled Charlene. "I want to see your body now."
"Um..., yes, ma'am," said Julia.
Up until now, Julia had felt like she needed to continue reassuring her roommate that it was okay to treat her like a slave because Charlene seemed conflicted about it. Now, the white girl slipped easily into the role of dominant that the negro had only seen flashes of so far.
Pulling her sweater up over her head, Julia could see that Charlene was watching intently, her eyes bright. She slipped off her shoes and socks and unbuttoned her jeans; pulling them down and stepping out of them. Now clad only in her underwear, the colored girl unclasped her bra, pulled the shoulder straps down, and removed it.
"Oh my, what pretty titties!" smiled Charlene. "They're adorable!"
"Thank you, ma'am," blushed Julia.
Bare breasted now, Julia pulled her panties down under Charlene's watchful gaze. She saw the white girl smile when the negro's hairless pussy was exposed.
"Lovely...," said Charlene. "You have a very pretty pussy, Julia. I love it!"
"Thank you, ma'am," replied Julia bashfully. "I'm glad you like it."
"You keep yourself shaved all the time?" asked Charlene.
"Yes, ma'am," answered Julia. "I kept it that way for my first... master. I like how it looks an' feels, so I kept it that way. Do you like it that way..., Mistress?"
"Yes, I do," replied Charlene. "I used to have Donna keep herself that way for me. I used to... inspect her... regularly."
Her panties around her ankles, Julia stepped out of them and gathered her clothing in a neat pile on the floor. Without thinking, she put her hands behind her head, lacing her fingers together, keeping her elbows back in the display pose that Mister Stanley taught her two summers earlier. The colored girl moved her feet wide apart to give Charlene a clear view of her sex.
"Oh my," smiled Charlene. "This is wonderful! You look just like a slave girl waiting for a command! I love it!"
"Thank you ma'am," blushed Julia.
Charlene reached out and put her hand between Julia's legs. Gently, the white girl ran her finger tips over the negro's smoothly shaved vagina. The colored girl could feel her pussy reacting to the brunette's touch.
"So smooth...," said Charlene, more to herself than Julia. "And wet."
Standing, Charlene kept her hand between Julia's legs, cupping her pussy. She continued to stroke it as she looked into the black girl's brown eyes.
"How do you feel, Julia?" asked Charlene huskily.
"Like a slave, ma'am," answered Julia.
Bringing her free hand up, Charlene began squeezing Julia's naked breasts. First one and then the other. Her nipples hardened immediately. Meanwhile, the white girl slipped her finger between the negro's pussy lips, eliciting a soft gasp.
"I want you to tell me what kind of slave you are," ordered Charlene softly. "I want to hear you say the word."
"I'm a nigger slave, ma'am," Julia responded. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Yes," replied Charlene. "Good girl. That's was it."
Charlene squeezed Julia's breast as she continued to rub on her pussy. The colored girl couldn't help but buck her hips against the white girl's hand.
"Oh, you're a little animal, aren't you..., nigger?" asked Charlene in a low voice.
"Yes, ma'am," Julia answered. "That's what I am. A animal for you."
"I like that," said Charlene. "Now get down an' crawl for me."
Slowly, Julia lowered her arms and kneeled on the floor at Charlene's feet. Looking up at the brunette, the black girl leaned forward until she was down on all fours.
"Good girl," said Charlene, walking across the room to Julia's bed. "Now, come here."
Julia began to crawl over to where Charlene stood. She could feel her breasts swaying with each movement. It was humiliating, to be sure. But, the look on the white girl's face made it worth it since she seemed to be thoroughly making her crawl.
When she got to her, Julia looked up at Charlene, waiting for further instructions.
"That's a good girl," smiled Charlene. "You crawl well. Is it... humiliating to crawl for me, nigger?"
"Yes, Mistress," replied Julia. "It is, but I like doin' it for you."
"Good," said Charlene. "Now, lick my feet, slave."
Looking down, Julia could see that Charlene was still wearing her leather street shoes. Clearly, she expected her to lick them. This was truly going to be humiliating. Lowering her head, the black girl began running her tongue over the toe of the brunette's shoe.
After a good half minute of licking, Julia moved her head and did the same to Charlene's other shoe. She could feel the room air on her exposed pussy and knew she must be soaked. The negro girl couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of herself for taking so much pleasure in such extreme degradation.
"Very good," said Charlene at last. "Stand up now. I want to have a better look at you."
Getting to her feet, Julia stood in front of Charlene. The white girl sat back on the bed.
"Turn around an' bend over, slave," ordered Charlene.
Julia obeyed. She faced away from Charlene and bent at the waist, her legs apart.
"Spread your legs more so I can see," Charlene directed her.
Her face burning with embarrassment, Julia moved her feet a far apart as she could and still keep her balance.
"Spread your cheeks so I can see your asshole," commanded Charlene.
Reaching behind herself, Julia took hold of the cheeks of her ass and spread them open. The humiliation of the act surged through the debased black girl's body. It was hard for her to imagine that this was the same girl who seemed so concerned about being mean to her and going too far. She seemed to be happy to make her new slave degrade herself to any extreme.
"How do you feel now?" asked Charlene.
"Like a piece of meat, ma'am," answered Julia.
"Really?" said Charlene. "I can see the cream dripping out of your cunt. I think you like it."
The humiliations continued to mount for the black girl. Not only was Julia forced to debase herself in this degrading fashion, but now her arousal was plain for Charlene to see.
However, Julia already understood that Charlene had loved to embarrass her best friend in the past, so it was no surprise that she loved doing it to her roommate now. And, if that was what pleased the brunette, then the the black girl was happy to oblige her and then some.
"I do, ma'am," replied Julia. "I like doin' what my better wants."
"Your better?" asked Charlene. "Is that what I am to you?"
"Yes ma'am," answered Julia. "I'm just a nigger. You're my better. I do like you want 'cause you're better 'n me."
"Shit," gasped Charlene. "I can't take any more..."
Puzzled at Charlene's words, Julia listened carefully for what she'd say next. Had she done something wrong? After a moment, she heard the clunk of a shoe being dropped on the floor followed by another. Then the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down and the rustle of fabric. Finally, there was the creak of the box spring on the bed.
"Service me, nigger," demanded Charlene. "Right now."
Julia turned around to see Charlene sprawled back on the bed, naked from the waist down. Her eyes were drawn between the white girl's legs at her curly brown pubic hairs and pink pussy lips, puffy with arousal. She could even see her pink clit peeking out from between her swollen lips.
Crawling up on the bed, Julia put her head between Charlene's spread legs. This was the first time she'd ever seen another woman's vagina up close this way. It would also be the first time she'd ever licked a girl's pussy. Still, she'd known it would come to this sooner or later and she was ready to do it. Pleasing the white girl was what she wanted to do, and this was how she wanted it.
The scent of Charlene's pussy was strong in Julia's nostrils as she moved closer to the white girl's crotch. She started by pressing her lips against her pussy and kissing her lightly. Then again. And again. Slowly, she slipped her tongue out and began running the tip of it along the brunette's gash.
Ultimately, it was Charlene's arousal that got Julia to put her inhibitions aside and start licking the white girl's pussy in earnest. The colored girl knew how she'd want to be licked, so that's what she did.
Running her tongue flat against Charlene's slit, Julia wanted to give the white girl as much contact with her soft tongue as she could. Charlene moaned with pleasure. Encouraged by the response, Julia repeated the motion, only applying more pressure. After a few more times, she pushed her tongue between her pussy lips and up into her vagina. The brunette humped back at her.
Julia then ran her tongue the length of Charlene's gash, finally coming to her clit. She gently flicked at it with her tongue before taking it between her lips and caressing it.
Whimpering almost frantically, Charlene took hold of Julia's head and pushed her face into her crotch and ground her pussy against it. The black girl struggled for breath as the brunette masturbated against her face, holding her head firmly between her thighs. She kept working her tongue against her sensitive pussy until she was rewarded with a gush of wetness.
"Ahhh!" Charlene cried out. "Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck! Lick my cunt, nigger... Lick it good..."
Julia continued licking until Charlene finally released her head and relaxed, her chest heaving. The black girl rested her head against her roommate's thigh, the smell of the brunette's arousal filling her nostrils.
"Oh, fuck, I can't believe it...," giggled Charlene. "I... couldn't help it. I had to get off so bad. I was gonna do you first just to get myself goin'..."
"I'm glad I could do that for you..., Mistress," said Julia.
"You really never ate pussy before?" asked Charlene. "You were makin' me crazy. You're such a good girl."
"That was my first time, ma'am," Julia answered.
"I hope I didn't... go too far with you, Julia," said Charlene. "Talkin' to you like that had me so turned on. Hearin' you tell me how you were a nigger an' I was your better... Fuck... It made me crazy."
"I liked it all," replied Julia. "I loved that I could make you feel good."
"I really don't know what comes over me," Charlene said. "Seeing you crawl like an animal for me... Makin' you degrade yourself for me... Callin' you a nigger. I get all caught up in it. It's like I'm a different person."
"You like it, don't you?" asked Julia.
"Uh huh," answered Charlene. "I love it. I'm gonna wanna do it again, too."
"Now, ma'am?" Julia asked. "Okay."
"No, not now," laughed Charlene. "I'm pretty drained. Later. You sure are eager, Julia."
"I want to please you, Mistress," said Julia. "That's all."
"Good girl," smiled Charlene, running her fingers through Julia's hair. "Good girl. Now get onto your back so I can play with you."
Shyly, Julia moved onto her back next to Charlene. The white girl rolled on to her side, facing the naked negro, and started caressing her bare brown breasts.
"I love your tits," said Charlene. "They're so soft an' pretty."
Charlene pinched one of Julia's nipples and smiled when the black girl whimpered.
"I love playin' with 'em, too," Charlene went on. "You're so responsive."
"Thank you, ma'am," said Julia.
"Would you like me to play with your pussy?" asked Charlene, her voice thickening with arousal. "Hmmm? You want your better to play with your nigger pussy?"
"Yes, please, Mistress," Julia answered.
Smiling, Charlene pinched Julia's other nipple.
"Tell me again what you want, slave," Charlene said, her expression a mixture of authority and playfulness. "You know what I want to hear."
"I want... my better.. to play with my... nigger pussy, Mistress," begged Julia. "Please, ma'am? Please play with my nigger pussy."
"Oh, you're such a sweet girl," said Charlene. "You say the sweetest things to me."
Slowly, almost teasingly, Charlene moved her hand lower and lower, across Julia's belly and over her mound. When the white girl's hand reached her pussy, the negro parted her legs to accommodate her.
"Ah, making yourself accessible to your better, nigger?" asked Charlene.
Julia was struck by how much Charlene was getting off on being her superior. Not that she minded it. In fact, she was a little ashamed to realize how much she liked it, too. It made her feel like a little slave girl who's mistress enjoyed playing with like a toy.
"Yes, Mistress," agreed Julia. "My nigger pussy gotta be available to my better to play with."
"You're turning me on, Julia," said Charlene. "I love that kind of talk."
Charlene slipped her hand between Julia's legs and started rubbing her pussy. The colored girl started humping back at the brunette's hand.
"You're so adorable wiggling around like a little nigger animal," smiled Charlene. "Does it feel good, slave?"
"Yes, ma'am," whimpered Julia.
"Good...," replied Charlene, sliding her finger up and down Julia's slit. "I want it to feel good."
Moving her face close to Julia's, Charlene kissed the black girl full on the lips, long and hard.
"Such nice soft lips," murmured Charlene as she went to kiss Julia again.
Julia could feel Charlene's tongue against her lips. After a moment's hesitation, she parted her lips slightly to let the white girl's tongue into her mouth.
"Good girl," breathed Charlene in between kisses. "Give yourself to me, Julia. Give yourself to your better."
"Yes, ma'am," moaned Julia, catching her breath.
"I'm going to penetrate you now, nigger," said Charlene. "Be grateful for it."
Charlene pushed two fingers inside Julia's pussy, causing the black girl to gasp. The brunette began finger fucking her while rubbing her clit with her thumb. The negro moaned desperately as she felt an orgasm building inside her.
Again and again, Charlene continued kissing Julia, pushing her tongue inside the colored girl's mouth. All the while, she kept rubbing the negro's pussy vigorously, causing her to moan against the brunette's lips.
"Do you want to cum, nigger?" asked Charlene playfully. "Do you want your better to let you cum?"
"Yes, ma'am," gasped Julia. "I'm gonna cum..."
"Not unless I say you can, slave," Charlene said sternly, slowing the pace of rubbing Julia's pussy. "Got that?"
"Yes, ma'am," whimpered Julia. "Please let me cum, ma'am. Please?"
"Not just yet, pet," smiled Charlene. "Tell me what you are first."
Charlene's hand moved quickly in short motions over Julia's vagina. The black girl desperately tried to hold her orgasm back and obey brunette's wishes.
"I'm a nigger, ma'am," said Julia. "Your nigger slave, ma'am. A nigger animal for you, ma'am."
"Mmmm, good, girl," cooed Charlene. "What a good good girl. I like that. Now, tell me you're my little cunt lapping nigger animal. That's what I want to hear."
Julia could feel her control slipping away. Her orgasm was about to explode from her whether she wanted it to or not.
"I'm your little cunt lappin' nigger animal, ma'am," groaned Julia, struggling not to cum. "I love lickin' my better's cunt, Mistress. I'm just a cunt lappin' nigger animal, ma'am. Please..., please let me cum, ma'am."
"All right, then," said Charlene. "Cum for me like a good little cunt lapper."
"Ahhh!" cried Julia, thrashing around as Charlene kept rubbing. "Ahhh! Ahhh!"
"That's it, pet...," Charlene said softly. "Cum for your better. That's the way. Good girl."
Charlene smiled and enjoyed watching Julia in the throws of her orgasm. It had been a long time since the black girl had cum so hard. She lay there, naked, her legs spread, and her chest heaving.
Gradually, Julia calmed down. She looked up to see Charlene smiling down on her. The smell of pussy hung heavy in the air.
"Thank you, ma'am," said Julia.
"It was my pleasure, Julia," replied Charlene, her eyes sparkling. "I enjoyed it very much. Tell me... how did it feel to be controlled that way?"
"Good," said Julia, bashfully.
"Wasn't it embarrassing?" asked Charlene. "Havin' to say those things to me?"
"Yes, ma'am," agreed Julia. "It was embarrassin' to say that stuff."
"I'm glad," said Charlene. "That makes it even better."
Julia blushed, even more embarrassed now. Still, she was happy because she could tell that Charlene was pleased with her.
"Well," Charlene said. "I think I'd like my little cunt lapper to get back to work. What do you say, slave? Don't you want to taste your better's pussy some more?"
"Yes, ma'am, I do," replied Julia.
"Good girl," said Charlene, parting her legs. "Now beg for permission to do it like a good nigger."
So, now she had to beg for this humiliation? Right at this moment, Julia didn't mind at all. In fact, to her shame, it made her like it even more.
"Um, please, Mistress," asked Julia in a small voice. "Can your little cunt lappin' nigger animal taste her better's pussy? I want to taste it real bad, ma'am."
"How can I say no when you ask so sweetly!" smiled Charlene. "This time I want you to turn around so I can play with you while you take care of me. Go ahead an' get to it, nigger."
"Yes, ma'am," said Julia.
Julia got up on her knees and turned around. She lowered herself down so that her breasts were resting on Charlene's belly and her face was even with the white girl's crotch. Her jaw was still a little sore from the last round of oral sex she'd performed on the white girl, but that didn't stop her from poking her tongue out and happily licking her pussy.
Charlene reached up and started playing with Julia's pussy, running her finger up and down her slit and occasionally poking it into her vagina. The black girl's sex was still very tender from the rough treatment she'd received as the brunette had masturbated her to orgasm and she flinched a little at her touch.
"Is your cunt sore, slave?" asked Charlene. "Am I hurtin' it?"
"A little, ma'am," answered Julia, momentarily lifting her head from the white girl's pussy.
"Awww," replied Charlene. "You won't mind if I keep playing with it anyways, do you? I really like doin' it."
"I don't mind at all, ma'am," Julia said. "You're my better. I'm just a cunt lappin' nigger animal. Please do whatever you want to me, ma'am."
"Oh, I will," Charlene smiled. "Now, get back to work."
Julia put her head back down and resumed licking Charlene's pussy. The white girl continued playing roughly with the negro's tender vagina. Paying special attention to the brunette's pink clit, the colored girl did her best to get her mistress off quickly.
Charlene pushed her index finger into Julia's sore pussy, causing the negro girl to whimper from the discomfort. Instantly, she felt the white girl's vagina contract on her tongue and heard a moan of pleasure.
"Ow...," Julia vocalized at having a finger pushed past her swollen pussy lips.
"Ohhh...," gasped Charlene, seemingly in response to Julia's reaction.
Once she realized what was going on, Julia pushed her ass out further as if inviting Charlene to keep up the painful fingering. Not for a moment did she slow her licking of the white girl's pussy.
"Such a good girl...," murmured Charlene. "Such a sweet little cunt lapper. Am I hurtin' your little nigger pussy?"
"Uh huh," replied Julia, her mouth against Charlene's crotch.
"You want me to stop?" asked Charlene.
"Nuh uh," answered Julia.
Charlene shoved two fingers up Julia's vagina as far as she could. The colored girl groaned in response as she continued working the brunette's pussy with her mouth.
"Yeah...," gasped Charlene. "Oh, that feels good..."
Working her fingers in and out of Julia's pussy, Charlene was being brought to orgasm by the negro girl's mouth as she licked and moaned from having her sex treated so roughly.
"Ah!" cried Charlene suddenly. "Fuck!"
Julia felt a warm gush of wetness against her face as Charlene came. The white girl let her arm go limp and fall to the bed. The negro kept licking her mistress's pussy, her black ass still up in the air, her abused cunt splayed open.
"Good girl...," smiled Charlene dreamily. "Good girl..."
After one more gentle kiss to her mistress's pussy, Julia rose to her knees and turned around. She lay down beside Charlene and snuggled up to her. After a bit, the two young women drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Julia woke up over night and was initially startled to realize she wasn't alone in bed. She could feel Charlene's nude body spooning hers, her arm around her. The colored girl thought back to the morning so long ago. She'd started the day chatting with her roommate and now was ending it in bed with the white girl as her mistress.
It had been a few months since Julia had been with someone who made her feel like her natural self. Although she still longed to feel a white man's cock filling her, Charlene satisfied the colored girl's need to be desired and used for what she was. College life was definitely looking up.
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