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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 an uneventful winter break, Julia returned to Central State University to start the spring semester. She'd arrived back to her dorm room before Charlene, the brunette senior who was both her roommate and, for most of the fall semester, her mistress.
Julia had been wondering if Charlene would be picking things up where they'd left off. Any doubt the negro girl had had about that was erased when the white girl first stepped in the room and put her suitcase down.
"Hello, pet," smiled Charlene. "I hope you had a good holiday."
Pet. It seemed things hadn't changed at all, thought Julia, her pussy tingling.
"I did..., Mistress," replied Julia bashfully. "Did you?"
"Oh, yes," said Charlene. "But, I missed playin' with my pet nigger. Get your clothes off an' put your collar on like a good girl."
"Yes, ma'am," said Julia.
Her excitement building, Julia quickly removed her clothing and got the dog collar Charlene had bought for her from the drawer she kept it in. Kneeling naked on the floor, the black girl fastened the collar around her neck. The white girl stood before her, her hands on her hips, looking eminently satisfied with the situation.
After a moment's thought, Julia got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to where Charlene was standing. Lowering her head, she kissed the boots her mistress wore. It was humiliating to be sure, but the negro knew that this act of supplication would please the white girl immensely.
"Oh, you're such a good nigger!" smiled Charlene. "Licking your better's boots! Good girl! Good doggie!"
Good doggie! How degrading, thought Julia. And, how shameful that hearing such condescending praise aroused the colored girl so much. If anything, it made her want to grovel at her mistress's feet even more.
"Take my boots off, pet," said Charlene, walking over to her bed and sitting on the edge.
Julia crawled after Charlene and pulled the white girl's boots off, then kissed her stockinged feet.
"Unpack my things and put them away," ordered Charlene. "When you're done I've got a treat for you."
Standing, Julia got Charlene's suitcase and opened it up. It was full of the brunette's clothes. The black girl took a few minutes to put it all away nicely for her mistress. When she looked back at her, the white girl was up on the bed with her skirt up and her legs open. It seemed she had slipped her panties off while her servant wasn't looking.
"Here's your treat," smiled Charlene. "Come and lick your better's cunt, nigger. I've been lookin' forward to this for weeks."
To her shame, Julia realized that she'd been looking forward to it, too. Knowing what would please the white girl most, the negro got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to her mistress's bed. She climbed up and crawled between Charlene's spread legs and put her face right up to the brunette's crotch and started licking her pussy.
Apparently, Charlene was already pretty worked up from watching Julia put her things away while naked and collared. The white girl's pussy was wet and her scent was strong. The young negress only ran her tongue up and down the brunette's vagina a few times before she was moaning with pleasure and humping back at her face.
"Oh, fuck!" groaned Charlene. "Fuck!"
Julia felt the wetness on her face and knew that her mistress was cumming. Plunging her tongue into the white girl's pussy hole, the negro fucked her with it until she relaxed, her chest still heaving.
"Good nigger...," Charlene murmured happily. "What a good cunt lappin' nigger..."
Less than twenty minutes had elapsed from the time Charlene walked in the door and their relationship as mistress and pet slave already firmly reestablished, thought Julia. This was going to be an interesting semester.
* * *
Classes started a couple of days later. Julia and Charlene had dinner together that evening in the dining commons.
"I've got a class with the guy friend I was tellin' you about," Charlene was telling Julia. "It seems Brian an' I keep ending up in the same classes since we're both seniors. It happens almost every semester that our paths cross."
"I remember you mentionin' him," said Julia. "The good friend that wasn't a boyfriend."
"Yeah, that's him," said Charlene. "He's a really nice guy. He just doesn't... you know... do it for me. Sometimes I feel kinda bad about it. I know he doesn't have a girlfriend or anything and I know how guys hate that 'I just wanna be friends' stuff from girls. But, we're cool. Besides, I'm not really his type."
"You're not?" replied Julia, surprised.
"No," laughed Charlene. "Actually, I'd say you're more his type than I am. I think he's got a thing for black girls."
"He told you that?" asked Julia.
"No, he never told me that," answered Charlene. "But, I see how he looks at the black girls in class. I remember the first class we had together, there was this black girl in it. When she'd come in the room, his eyes would be on her. She had a fat ass, too. I used to get a kick out of the way he watched it when she walked. He tried talking to her, but she just brushed him off.'
"That wasn't very nice," said Julia.
"Well, she was pretty much a bitch," Charlene explained. "I'll admit she was pretty hot and he was pretty nerdy. Still, there has to be a nicer way to say you're not interested. The cool thing was it got us talking and we got to know each other even though it was just as friends."
"The next semester we had another class together. Same thing again. There were a couple black girls in the class an' he seemed pretty interested in both of 'em. They were the only ones he actually went out of his way to talk to. He got the same result, though. I couldn't figure out what his thing was about black girls. I mean, no way he was seein' 'em like I saw Donna.
"Anyways, we started hangin' out sometimes in the evening. I didn't have any close girlfriends or anything, so he ended up bein' the one I'd talk to about the sucky date I just had an' stuff like that. He didn't really go on too many dates, but I got to hear about 'em when he did. He never did go out with any black girls. At least, none that he told me about.
"I did try to fix him up with what women I knew, but it didn't ever work out past one date. I even thought about sleepin' with him myself, just because I knew he wanted female companionship an' I wanted him to have it. However, I was afraid that wouldn't end up good, since I just didn't feel that way about him and I didn't want to screw up the friendship we had.
"It's cool we ended up having a class together again," Charlene continued. "But, we didn't get much chance to talk today. I'll have to talk to him later an' find out if he got lucky over break. Maybe I'll ask him about the black girl in the class, but probably not. He'd probably just get embarrassed. He never told me about his preference an' I never mentioned it, either. Maybe he doesn't realize I noticed, so I'll jus' keep that to myself."
Julia and Charlene were pretty much finished with their dinner by that point. The colored girl stacked their trays and picked up their dishes and what not, putting them on the tray, before carrying it all to the bussing station. The brunette waited at the table until she returned.
"I guess I know what you mean about not messin' up your friendship with... Brian, right?" Julia started as the walked out of the dining commons.
"That's right," said Charlene. "His name is Brian."
"It was a different for me," Julia went on. "Like with Mike. I didn't feel "that way" about him, but he didn't feel it for me either. With me the sex was pretty much just use, so it didn't really change anything between us."
"So, you never had a guy friend you wanted to help out that way, but couldn't do it yourself?" Charlene asked.
Suddenly it occurred to Julia that she did.
"Actually, yes," Julia told her. "At the diner I worked at last summer, the cook was a really cool guy. He's older, though. Like thirty something. He asked me out, but he wasn't my type."
"Too old?" asked Charlene.
"No...," Julia started to answer. "He..., well..., I really like white guys an' he was black."
"You told him that?" said Charlene.
"Not like that, no," replied Julia. "But, he figured it out. The thing was, he was cool with it. He even used to give me rides home after work. Even after that time I met that white lady truck driver in the motel. He was waitin' for me when I came out. An' that wasn't the first time that happened."
"After a couple times of him jus' bein' there like that, I asked him why he was doin' somethin' like that when it wasn't gonna get me to go out with him. He actually liked it that I was with these white men. I mean he really liked it. I never met anybody like him before.
"He told me about times he'd seen black girls used by white men and he got pretty worked up by it. I really liked him, even if it wasn't "that way", so I told him a little about what I'd done with some of the white men I was with the same night he was drivin' me home. I liked it that he got turned on by it. I did want to do somethin' for him 'cause he was such a cool guy."
"So, I guess I kind of helped him out that way myself," Julia said. "But by actually doin' anything with him."
"I see," said Charlene. "I never thought of a guy actually likin' that kind of thing."
The two women reached the dorm building. Julia held the door open for Charlene and they went in and up to their room.
* * *
One evening a few days later, Julia was alone in the dorm room reading when the phone rang.
"Hello?" she answered the phone.
"Hi, Julia," said Charlene on the other end. "Doin' anything?"
"Just some reading," replied Julia. "Why? What's up?"
"Can you do that later?" asked Charlene.
"Yeah," answered Julia.
"Good!" said Charlene. "Do you know where the computer lab in the science building is?"
"Yeah...," said Julia. "Up on the third floor, right?"
"That's it," confirmed Charlene. "Go there an' I'll meet you there."
"You mean, now?" asked Julia.
"Yes, pet," Charlene answered with a tone of authority. "Right now."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Julia in a small voice.
"Good girl," said Charlene happily. "I'll be waiting for you. Bye."
"Good bye..., Mistress," said Julia.
Julia hung up the phone and stood up. She had no idea what Charlene had in mind, but it was already having a physical effect on the colored girl. She could feel the dampness between her legs as she walked over to where her coat was hanging and put it on.
The anticipation continued to build inside her as Julia made her way across the campus through the brisk February air. Despite her warm coat, sweater, and jeans, the colored girl still felt shivers down her back. But, it wasn't the outside temperature that was responsible for that.
The science center was a plain looking modern building made of concrete and glass. Julia went inside and climbed the stairs up to the third floor. She saw Charlene waiting in the hallway outside the computer lab.
"Hi, Julia," smiled Charlene. "I hope you don't mind me callin' you over here so suddenly."
"No, it's okay," replied Julia.
"It's okay...?" Charlene prompted.
"Um..., ma'am," blushed Julia. "It's okay, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am."
"That's fine, pet," said Charlene. "It's just that I love it so much when you're a sweet respectful pet girl. I love to hear the words."
"Yes, ma'am," said Julia. "I'll remember."
"Good," Charlene replied. "Now, there's somebody I'd like you to meet. Come with me."
Charlene led the way down the hallway to the computer lab. The door to the lab was closed, but it had a window in it and Julia could see inside. The room was harshly lit with overhead fluorescent lights. There were rows of tables with computer monitors and keyboards on them. Perhaps owing to the evening hour and the fact it was early in the semester, the room was devoid of students except for one young man sitting at a terminal in the back row.
"That's Brian," Charlene pointed out.
Brian seemed pretty average looking with curly brown hair, but his black plastic rimmed glasses along with the plaid shirt he was wearing definitely gave him a nerdy appearance. He wasn't the type that Julia would have noticed in a crowd.
"You know, they've got word processor software on the computer you can write papers with," said Charlene. "Go on in and sit in the front row. I bet Brian 'll be happy to show you how to do it. I'll be in in a bit."
Opening the door, Julia walked into the lab. Brian looked up and his eyes immediately settled on the black girl. She settled into a seat in the front row and looked at the terminal. She felt a little nervous and couldn't help wondering what Charlene was up to. Sure enough, the young white man got up and came over to her. She watched his eyes quickly rove over her body before he spoke.
"Are you takin' a computer class?" he asked her.
"Um..., no...," she replied. "I heard you can use these for word processing, so I figured I'd check it out. Sounds better than typin'."
"Oh, it's way better!" said Brian enthusiastically. "You can get it right before you even print it out. We've got some cool software that can even check your spelling."
"That sounds good," said Julia.
"You want me to show you how?" he asked.
"I don't wanna bother you...," she answered.
"No, I don't mind," Brian spoke quickly. "I wasn't really doin' anything important... Here's how you turn it on..."
Brian reached for the power button on the computer terminal and pushed it. Just as the screen was lighting up, the door to the lab opened and Charlene came in.
"Hey, Brian," said Charlene. "How's it goin'?"
"Hi, Charlene," Brian replied, barely taking his eyes off of Julia. "It's goin' okay... I was just showin' her how to do word processing on the computer."
"Cool," Charlene smiled. "By the way, this is my roommate, Julia. Julia, this is Brian. The computer guy I told you about."
"Hi, Brian," said Julia sheepishly. "Charlene was the one who told me about the word processing stuff."
"Really?" said Brian. "That's cool you're roommates. I don't think she ever told me about you."
"Julia's a freshman," explained Charlene. "So we've only been roommates since fall."
"I see," replied Brian. "Were you gonna show her how to do this?"
"You're better at explainin' it, Brian," said Charlene.
"Okay," said Brian, clearly happy to still be the focus of attention. "First thing you do is type in your student id there..."
Julia watched and listened as Brian demonstrated the word processing software on the university's computer system. She couldn't help but feel a little anxious since she knew that Charlene was up to something that had nothing to do word processing.
"So, pretty cool, huh?" said Brian after about ten minutes of covering the basics.
"Yeah," agreed Julia. "Thanks for showin' it to me."
"Oh, no problem," said Brian. "I don't mind helpin' you, seein' as how you're Charlene's friend. I'm in here a lot, so I can help you if you need it."
"I told you he knew all about it," said Charlene to Julia. "He's real good at stuff like that."
"Well..., it is my major," Brian said, smiling.
The conversation kind of lulled at that point. The three students waited for someone to say something.
"So, tell me, Brian," Charlene started. "Do you like Julia?"
"Huh?" Brian responded, his face going red. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you think she's pretty?" smiled Charlene mischievously.
"Well..., yeah...," he stammered.
"I think so, too," added Charlene. "I remember you liked black girls, don't you?"
"Of course I do," Brian replied, flustered. "Color doesn't matter to me... What are you talkin' about, Charlene?"
"Tamika from poly sci..., Jackie from music 101..., that big black girl from... macro economics, right?" Charlene listed them. "You liked them, right?"
"Well..., yeah..., but...," stammered Brian. "You make it sound like...,"
"It's cool, Brian," smiled Charlene. "Really it is. Julia thinks so, too. Don't you, Julia?"
"Uh huh," agreed Julia bashfully.
"See?" said Charlene. "She likes white guys. Isn't that right?"
Julia's face grew hot with embarrassment. Charlene certainly enjoyed putting her on the spot.
"Uh huh," Julia replied in a small voice.
"You do?" asked Brian.
"Yeah," answered Julia. "Really."
"She's a very sweet girl, too," Charlene went on. "And sexy. Don't you think so?"
"Well, yeah," Brian agreed.
The sexual tension was starting to grow, thought Julia. This was starting to remind her of the time Danny offered her to Mike. The colored girl had an idea that that's where this was going. Like Mike, Brian wasn't exactly the picture of manly virility, however, she could sense that he had the same kind of animal attraction to her that the white boy from her high school had.
"I'll tell you a secret, Brian," Charlene started. "Julia is... more than just my roommate. We have a... special kind of relationship. She likes to do what I say. Don't you, girl?"
Julia's face grew even hotter and her pussy started to tingle. It took her a long few seconds to answer.
"Uh huh," Julia replied at last.
"What do you think of that?" asked Charlene.
Brian shifted in his chair. Julia glanced at him and noticed that the cause of his discomfort was a growing bulge in his jeans. She was embarrassed to be presented this way to a boy she'd just met, but her pussy was buzzing.
"I... don't understand...," Brian stammered.
"I think you do," smiled Charlene. "Julia's kind of like my pet. Do you think you'd like to play with her?"
"What do you mean by 'play with her'?" asked Brian.
"I mean what you think I mean, silly," laughed Charlene. "Why don't we go back to our room and I'll show you."
"You can't be serious," said Brian. "I know you, Charlene. You're a total tease."
"I'm not teasing this time," said Charlene. "Tell him, pet. Tell him I'm not lying."
"It's true," said Julia. "I like doin' what... Charlene says."
"See, Brian?" said Charlene. "So, are you coming? Or staying here?"
"I'll come along," Brian replied. "You got me wonderin' what you're up to."
"Okay," smiled Charlene. "Let's go. Come on, Julia."
The three students stood up and headed off out the door and down the hallway. Once they were outside, Charlene walked along side Brian with Julia behind them. The colored girl couldn't believe that her mistress was actually going to let her friend enjoy her charms. He might not be much to look at, she thought, but she could tell he wanted her despite his best efforts to appear nonchalant about the whole thing.
Charlene led the way into the girls' dorm room with Brian right behind her. Julia nervously followed. After they took off their coats, the brunette sat on her bed while her friend sat on the desk chair nearby. The negro girl sat on her own bed and glanced around the room, her eyes never meeting the others'. She wondered what was going to happen next.
"See how cute she is?" asked Charlene. "Look at her sitting there all nervous. I think she's precious. Don't you?"
"Yeah," answered Brian.
"Better than those black girls you were all hot about before, right?" Charlene teased.
"Well, yeah," Brian agreed. "Definitely."
Julia blushed and took a quick peek at Brian. He was looking right at her, his eyes slowly moving over body. She felt like a prize animal being admired. She noticed the bulge in his jeans and felt her pussy twitch.
"Wanna fuck her?" asked Charlene matter of factly.
"What?!" Brian responded, surprised.
"I asked if you wanted to fuck her," Charlene repeated.
"Jesus, Charlene!" exclaimed Brian.
"She's on the pill, if that's what you're worried about," said Charlene.
"No, I mean she's right here!" Brian pointed out.
"I know that," said Charlene. "So what? I told you already, Julia's my pet girl. She doesn't mind. Do you, pet?"
"No, I don't mind," replied Julia in a small voice.
"No...?" prompted Charlene.
"No, ma'am," Julia responded softly. "I don't mind."
"Damn...," breathed Brian.
"That's not all, either," Charlene went on. "Tell him what you are, Julia. I think he'll understand why then."
Julia shifted around where she was sitting on her bed. She knew exactly what Charlene wanted to hear. Saying it in front of someone new was always embarrassing. However, she had the feeling that Brian would like to hear it.
"I like doin' what white men say," explained Julia. "An' ladies, too. I like it 'cause... 'cause I'm a nigger."
"I love it when she says that," said Charlene. "I think it's fuckin' hot. Don't you?"
"Yeah," agreed Brian.
"Good!" smiled Charlene. "I'm gonna go an' hang out in the lounge. You can play with my pet while I'm gone. Do whatever you want with her. I'll wait in the lounge until you're done."
Charlene stood up and headed for the door.
"You're actually serious...," said Brian. "Both of you."
"Yeah," Charlene replied. "I knew you'd like her. So, have fun. Take your time... But..., when you're done..., just leave her however she is an' come get me. I... wanna see her like that... all used... Okay?"
"Sure," Brian responded, a smile beginning to form on his face.
Letting herself out, Charlene closed the door behind her leaving Julia and Brian alone in the room.
"So, you're really cool with this?" asked Brian. "I mean... you just met me."
"Uh huh," replied Julia.
"All that stuff about you bein' her pet...," Brian went on. "An' how you're a..."
"A nigger..., sir," Julia spoke up.
"Damn...," Brian said softly.
Julia could see the bulge in Brian's jeans was even more pronounced than when she first noticed it. She loved seeing that kind of reaction from the young white man.
"You don't mind that, do you?" asked Julia. "Me sayin' I'm a nigger?"
"No," answered Brian. "I don't mind. I... kinda like it."
"Good," smiled Julia.
"Um..., has she..., Charlene..., done this with you before?" asked Brian. "You know.... havin' some guy... play with you?"
"No, sir," answered Julia. "Never. You're the only one."
""You're really pretty, Julia," said Brian. "Charlene's right. I do kind of have a thing for black girls. I think they're, like, really attractive."
"I'm glad," said Julia. "I like it when a white man thinks I'm attractive 'cause I'm black. Did you always feel that way? About black girls?"
"Yeah, I guess," he replied. "I remember seein' 'em in school an' likin' how they were different... exotic, I guess... I remember these magazines, too... Well, I probably shouldn't go on about that."
"Please do, sir," she said. "Please tell me."
"They had these old National Geographics in the library," he explained. "I remember lookin' through 'em an' seein' these pictures of people from Africa... women... with their... you know... breasts showin'. It was like it was natural for 'em to be showin' 'em off."
"Like they were animals, sir?" asked Julia.
"I didn't say that," said Brian.
Julia stood up and walked over to where Brian was sitting.
"But, did you think that?" she asked. "Did you think those African women were like animals for you to look at?"
Brian shifted uncomfortably in the chair. Julia could see the tent in his jeans and felt a tingle between her legs.
"Um..., well..., yeah..., I guess...," he answered. "I remember getting turned on lookin' at 'em. I know other guys used to look at 'em an' go on about how droopy they were an' all that an' how... well, yeah..., they were like animals. But, me..., I saw 'em as really sexy. Sexier than any girl I ever saw. That seems pretty dumb when I say it..."
"No it doesn't," she told him. "I like the idea of bein' a sexy animal for a white man. It turns me on. Is... that what you think of me as? A sexy animal?"
Brian's face got even redder. Julia realized that the white boy needed a little help to get started. She reached down and took his hand in hers and guiding it to her chest, set his palm on her breast.
"Yeah," he said, breathing heavily. "I do."
Squeezing Julia's breast through her sweater, Brian looked up at her. She smiled back. He brought his other hand up and squeezed both of her breasts. Slowly, he let one hand drift down to her waist and then slipped it under her sweater. When she made no move to stop him, he reached up and groped her on top of her bra.
Standing up, Brian put both hands under Julia's sweater. Watching her face the whole time, he lifted her bra up over her breasts, baring them under her sweater. The negro girl simply stood passive, letting the white boy do as he pleased without resisting.
Encouraged, Brian started feeling Julia's bare tits. Her nipples hardened immediately.
"You wanna lay on the bed?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
Sitting on the bed, Julia expected Brian to pull her top off. Instead he just pushed her onto her back and lay next to her, finally lifting her sweater up, exposing her breasts. He ran his hand over them, squeezing and kneading her tit flesh.
After a few minutes, Brian's hand found its way to Julia's jeans and slipped under the denim. It was a tight fit and he didn't get very far. Looking into her face for a reaction, he started unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping her zipper. He hand went right down, under her panties, feeling her bare pussy.
Brian's breathing increased as his hand went over Julia's hairless mound. She was happy that he seemed to appreciate the way she kept her pussy shaved. She felt his finger go down her slit and between her legs. Gently, she humped back at him.
He started kissing her on the lips while he continued fingering her pussy. As Brian got more excited, he pushed his tongue into Julia's mouth and worked his finger up into her vagina.
Finally, Brian sat up and pulled Julia's jeans down to her ankles and stood. Fumbling with his belt buckle, the white boy managed to get it undone and pushed his pants down below his knees. The negro girl was surprised to see how hard his cock was. The tip was purple and glistened with pre cum.
Standing there with his dick at attention, Brian looked down at the colored girl on the bed, her sweater up, baring her breasts, and her pants down, exposing her vagina. Julia sensed a little hesitation so she spread her legs as wide as she could with her jeans around her ankles to encourage him.
That's all it took. Brian climbed between Julia's legs, poking her crotch with his erection. She reached down and took hold of his cock, guiding it to her pussy. As soon as he felt the tip of his dick at her hole, the white boy shoved it in to the negro's vagina.
"Oh, fuck...," he groaned as he buried his shaft inside her.
"Do you like my cunt, sir?" she asked sweetly.
"Fuck, yeah...," he gasped, pumping his dick in and out of her pussy.
"You like fuckin' a nigger, sir?" she asked. "That's what we're for you know."
"Jesus, Julia...," groaned Brian. "You're drivin' me crazy..."
"Please fuck me, sir," she begged. "Fuck me hard... like a nigger animal, sir. That's what I am, sir. A nigger animal for fuckin'."
"Fuck!" exclaimed Brian, starting to cum.
"Cum in my cunt, sir," Julia cooed. "Cum in my nigger cunt."
Julia felt the white boy ejaculate in her vagina. She smiled happily as he dumped his seed inside her. The negro was surprised by the amount of semen Brian had saved up. He just kept cumming and cumming. At last, the spurts of sperm stopped and he layed down on top of her. Her pussy kept squeezing his cock, milking the last drops out of it.
After a few minutes, Brian pulled out and stood up, his pants still around his knees. He pulled up his jeans without taking his eyes off of Julia's obscenely splayed legs, his semen drooling out of her pussy into a puddle on the bed.
"Thank you for usin' me, sir," said Julia, smiling.
"It was my pleasure, Julia," grinned Brian. "You don't know how many times I jerked off thinkin' about somethin' like this happenin'. I just never believed it really would."
"I'm glad you liked it, sir," said Julia. "I did, too."
"Well, I better go get Charlene," he said, bucking his belt.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
Brian opened the door, took one last look back at Julia's used body, and let himself out into the hallway. The door closed, and the black girl was alone, sprawled out on her bed, her pussy full of a white boy's semen. It had been too long since the last time, she thought. Even though she hadn't cum, the colored girl felt some measure of satisfaction.
A few minutes later, Julia heard the door open. Looking in that direction, she watched Charlene coming in and closing the door behind her. The brunette walked straight over to where the negro lay on her bed, her legs splayed open, the white boy's cum still leaking out of her pussy.
"You look nasty like that," said Charlene. "I love it!"
Julia blushed, knowing what she must look like. Charlene stood over her for a few seconds before leaning down and taking hold of the black girl's jeans and pulling them the rest of the way off.
"Spread your legs, pet," instructed the white girl. "I want a good look at your nasty nigger cunt."
Her face burning, Julia obeyed, moving her legs far apart. She could feel the semen drooling down the crack of her ass.
"Bring your knees up to your chest," directed Charlene. "Keep those legs apart. I want to see everything."
Humiliated to the extreme, Julia did as her mistress instructed. She put her hands behind her knees and drew them up to where they were almost touching her chest, careful to keep her legs open and her used vagina prominently visible. The action seemed to force more of Brian's cum to ooze out of her pussy.
Charlene stood there, looking down at the negro's obscene display. After half a minute or so, the brunette unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off.
Climbing up in the bed, the white girl positioned herself on her knees straddling the young negress's head, facing her spread legs. Charlene lowered herself down until her pussy was right in Julia's face.
"Eat me, pet," ordered Charlene. "Pleasure your better while I get a better look at your fucked pussy."
The aroma of Charlene's excitement was strong. Julia could tell that her mistress was very aroused. When the colored girl touched her tongue to the brunette's pussy, she was already soaked. As soon as she started licking, the white girl humped back at her face.
"That's a good pet," said Charlene in a husky voice. "You're such a lucky girl... Two treats in one night!"
Although she knew that Charlene meant to humiliate her by saying it, Julia did feel lucky. She did her best to give the white girl pleasure as she licked her pink pussy. The brunette rewarded her by grinding her cunt on the negro's face.
"You're such a good cunt lapper...," moaned Charlene. "An' seein' your nigger pussy all used... fuck..."
Julia could tell that her mistress was close to orgasm and thrust her tongue into Charlene's vagina. Instantly, she felt a gush of wetness as the white girl came.
"Ohhh...," groaned Charlene. "That's it.... Oh, fuck! Fuck..."
Charlene rocked back and forth as she climaxed, grinding her pussy into Julia's face. The colored girl was finding it difficult to breathe, but she continued tongue fucking the brunette until she finally got up, leaving the negro gasping with her face slick with the musky wetness.
"Go get yourself cleaned up," instructed Charlene. "It's time to go to bed an' I might want to play with you some later."
"Yes, ma'am," said Julia.
Julia got up and pulled her sweater off. Slipping on her robe, she left the room and headed to the bathroom where the shower was. Her pussy was still soaked and she could feel Brian's semen on the insides of her thighs as she walked. She encountered a couple of female students along the way, but they didn't take any special notice of her. They didn't know what a used slut she was.
After showering quickly, Julia returned to the dorm room. Charlene was already in her bed. The colored girl took off her robe and climbed in next to her. The brunette rolled onto her side and slid her hand down the negro's naked body, putting it between her legs. She parted her thighs to give her mistress access to her sex.
"All clean for me, pet?" asked Charlene, slowly stroking Julia's pussy.
"Yes, ma'am," Julia answered.
"Brian told me you've got a nice pussy," said Charlene. "He liked usin' it an' wants to do it again sometime. You don't mind if I let him use you, do you?"
"No, ma'am," Julia replied.
Charlene continued to rub on Julia's vagina causing the black girl to slowly buck her hips. The brunette worked her finger between the negro's pussy lips and brushed it over her clit.
"So, you liked gettin' fucked for me?" Charlene asked.
"Uh huh," murmured Julia in response.
Julia could feel the orgasm starting to build. She humped at Charlene's hand vigorously enough to make the bed creak.
"You're just a slutty nigger, aren't you?" said Charlene.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Julia, her voice cracking. "I'm a slutty nigger."
"That's right, pet," smiled Charlene, "A slutty cunt lappin' nigger."
Charlene shoved her finger into Julia's pussy and started roughly finger fucking her. The negro gasped and thrust her hips to meet the white girl's hand.
"Say it, slut," ordered Charlene. "Tell me what you are."
"I'm a slutty cunt lappin' nigger, ma'am," said Julia breathlessly. "I love gettin' fucked for my betters."
"Do you now, pet?" cooed Charlene. "You don't mind me sharin' you with my friend? You don't mind if I let him use you?"
"No, ma'am," groaned Julia, close to climax. "I like you sharin' me... I like bein' used by you... by him... I wanna cum... Please, ma'am? Can I cum?"
"You'll spread your legs for him whenever I say?" asked Charlene. "Let him do what he wants when I tell you to?"
"Yes, ma'am," whimpered Julia. "I'll spread my legs when you say... He can do whatever he wants to me... Please, can I cum, ma'am?"
"Yes, nigger," said Charlene softly. "Cum for your better, my little slut."
"Ah!" Julia cried out. "Oh! Ohhh..."
Her orgasm wasn't the strongest one ever, but after being fucked by Brian and having her face sat on by Charlene, it was a welcome relief for all the sexual stimulation Julia had experienced that night. The white girl withdrew her hand and held it in front of the negro's mouth.
"Lick it off, pet," directed Charlene.
Immediately, Julia began lapping her pussy juice off of her mistress' hand even though she hadn't completely finished cumming. She kept licking until Charlene's hand no longer tasted like her cunt.
"Good girl," whispered Charlene. "Good pet. Good nigger."
"Thank you, ma'am," Julia replied.
They lay there in silence for several minutes before Julia realized that Charlene had fallen asleep. The colored girl was happy to have pleased her mistress and her friend so well. She fell asleep herself a short while later, the memory of the white boy's cock inside her still vivid in her mind. She looked forward to the next time she'd be ordered to submit to his use.
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