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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
It was a few days before Keisha worked up the courage to return to Mr. Nelson's house. The welts on her ass had faded and the pain was pretty much gone.
She'd gone to sleep every night since her encounter with him remembering the whupping he'd administered. The black teenager continued to fantasize about the older white man, imagining him to be her massa on the plantation. Taking her and having his way with her. Using her for his pleasure. Whupping her ass for the sheer joy of it.
That afternoon the negro girl nervously went through the tall hedges surrounding the white man's yard. She walked up to the back porch door and knocked softly. The butterflies in her stomach wouldn't let her hang around long and when there was no immediate answer she turned and began walking back to her own house.
The sound of the door opening startled Keisha and she turned around to see Mr. Nelson standing there dressed in khaki slacks and a golf shirt. She walked back to the where he was at the back porch door.
"Why, Keisha!" he said with delight. "What a pleasant surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure? Have you come for more peaches?" He paused and smiled. "Or have you come back because you're a nigger?"
"Ummm...," the colored girl said as she fidgeted while looking down at the ground.
"Well, which is it?" he asked, still smiling. "Is it the peaches or are you a nigger?"
"I don't know," Keisha answered softly, lying.
"I think you do," Mr. Nelson countered. "Tell me."
"I'm embarrassed," she blushed. "You know why."
"You'll have to tell me, girl," said the white man.
"'Cause I'm a nigger," the black teenager said quietly.
"Speak up, girl," he instructed her. "I can't hear you."
"I'm a nigger," she said louder, her face burning.
"Ah, so you're a nigger!" he exclaimed. "Excellent! Come inside then."
Keisha followed Mr. Nelson onto the porch and into the house. They went through the kitchen and out into the living room.
The room was bright with a picture window that looked out onto the front yard, which was also surrounded by hedges. The floor was carpeted with thick shag and furnished with an easy chair and a couch surrounding a heavy looking wooden coffee table.
"So, how are you doing, girl?" he asked as he settled into the easy chair.
"I'm ok," she answered, still fidgeting as she stood before him.
"I mean your behind, girl," he said, smiling. "You took quite a whuppin' the other day. Does it still hurt?"
"Not anymore, no," replied the black girl.
"Let's have a look," said the white man. "Turn around and drop your panties. Lift up your dress so I can see if there's still any marks."
"'k," Keisha said softly.
The teenaged negro girl turned around pulled her panties down over her knees and let them drop to her ankles. She felt her face grow hot again as she lifted her dress up, exposing her bare black ass.
"Hmmm," Mr. Nelson murmured to himself, "you still have nice marks. Bend over so I can see better."
Thoroughly embarrassed and aroused, Keisha complied. She could feel her ass cheeks spreading as she bent over for him. He reached out and put the palm of his hand gently on her backside and softly ran it over the welts. The colored girl felt her juices flowing and could smell her scent in the air.
"Step out of those panties and spread you legs further," ordered the white man.
The black teen swallowed and lifted one foot, allowing her panties to slip off. She spread her legs further and felt his hand softly on her ass, moving down her crack and then pushing between her thighs.
"Open wider," he instructed. "You will open your legs immediately and make yourself available to me when you feel my hand there. Do you understand?"
"'k", she replied in a small voice as she spread her legs further.
"You're soaking, girl," he observed as he pushed his hand through her legs and began stroking her pussy.
Keisha flushed with embarrassment again. Mr. Nelson ran a finger down her slit which caused her to tremble involuntarily.
"You like this, don't you?" he asked.
"Uh, huh," the black girl murmured.
"Stand up," he said abruptly, withdrawing his hand. "Turn around and face me."
The colored teen straightened, letting the dress drop down to cover her, and turned towards him. He sat watching her attentively.
"Take the dress off." the white man commanded her.
This time the colored girl was too aroused to be modest and pulled the dress up over her head and stood before him wearing only her bra.
"And the bra," he continued.
Keisha blushed but removed the bra quickly, letting it drop to the floor.
"Put your hands behind your head," ordered Mr. Nelson. "That's how a nigger girl displays herself for her master."
The black teen complied with the white man's instructions and placed her hands behind her head while he drank in the view of her body. His eyes roamed leisurely over her brown skin, her full breasts, her wide hips, her hairy pussy.
Mr. Nelson reached his hand between Keisha's legs. She parted them immediately to give him access. He looked up at her and smiled as if to say 'good girl'. The white man began to stroke her pussy.
"The pussy hair has to go, girl," he said at last. "I like my nigger's pussy nice and bald. Now run along home and take care of that. Then return. Be quick about it."
Keisha bent over to pick up her panties when Mr. Nelson stopped her.
"You won't be needing those," he corrected her. "Just put your dress on and run home and do as I instructed you."
"I can't go home wit' no underwear on!" she protested. "My mama's home and she'll see I ain't got no bra on! She'll tell me I's bein' a slut!"
"I don't care," the white man said evenly. "Now do as you're told or you can gather all your clothes and leave and not come back. I can't abide disobedient nigger girls."
The colored girl felt it in her pussy when he referred to her, however indirectly, as a nigger. She thought for less than a second and then picked up her dress and slipped it on over her otherwise naked black body.
"That's more like it," he said with satisfaction. "Hurry back."
"I be as fast as I kin," she replied.
Keisha walked quickly through the house and out the back door. She could feel the wetness between her legs with each step. The negro girl started to run across the back yard, but her large breasts bounced so much that they hurt. She went as fast as she could stand through the bushes and across her own yard and in through the back door. Her mother Jaleesa was standing at the kitchen counter and turned towards the back door when she heard her daughter opening it.
"Where you goin' in such a hurry, girl?" asked Jaleesa, looking closely at the young woman.
"I forgot somethin', mama," Keisha replied without slowing down.
The black teen went up the stairs to the bathroom, closed the door, and pulled off her dress. She got out the shaving cream and razor she used to shave her legs and underarms and stood in the bathtub. The colored girl lathered up her pubic hair with the cream and carefully used the razor to shave her pussy clean the way Mr. Nelson wanted it.
Nice and smooth, the way Massa Nelson wanted it, she thought. She imagined how he'd touch it again while she stood before him and felt herself creaming. His hand felt so good on her intimate parts. She felt like she was his house nigger and he was taking his pleasure with her. She wanted to be just the way he wanted. And if he wanted her to have a smooth shaved pussy, then she would make sure he would be pleased.
Keisha was careful not to nick herself, but her sensitive flesh was still a little irritated since she'd never shaved herself there in the past. She dried her pussy off with a towel and put her dress back on. Exiting the bathroom, she went quickly down the stairs.
Jaleesa stood at the bottom of the stairway and looked up at her. The black teen was certain her mother could see she had no bra on and maybe even that she had no panties on either. The older woman looked her daughter over carefully, but said nothing. Her expression was unreadable.
"Gotta go, mama," said Keisha as she rushed by Jaleesa and went out the door.
The colored girl was aware that her mother was watching as she hurried across the yard and through the hedges to Mr. Nelson's place. But she was unconcerned about that and only focussed on getting back into the white man's house and feeling his touch on her naked flesh again. She knocked at the back porch door and waited for him to answer it. Mr. Nelson appeared after what seemed like a long wait to the excited black teenager.
"Well, that was fast, Keisha," he observed. "Let's see how you did."
"'k," she said as she reached for the door knob to let herself in.
"Uh uh," he said, shaking his head as he looked at her through the screen door. "Show me now."
Keisha felt a panic rising inside her. She looked around and could see the windows of neighboring houses. Anyone could be watching out those windows and see what she was doing.
"But someone might see!" the colored girl protested.
"So what?" the white man said. "Show me. Now."
The negro teen closed her eyes and imagined herself on the porch of the plantation house where she was showing Massa Nelson what he wanted to see. She let the surrounding scenery of suburban back yards fade away and lifted her dress to show him her freshly shaved pussy.
"Very good, girl," he said approvingly. "Very, very good. That wasn't so hard, now was it?"
"Uh uh," Keisha replied.
She felt an odd mixture of pride and embarrassment at what she'd just done: exposed herself outdoors at the command of this white man she'd spent so much time fantasizing about.
"A good nigger not only does what she's told," explained Mr. Nelson. "She shows proper respect. When I ask you a question I expect to hear 'yes, sir' or 'no, sir.' Do you understand?"
Being referred to as a nigger sent another jolt to black teen's already heated up sex. She felt embarrassed by the idea of having to say 'yes, sir' and 'no, sir' to him but at the same time it caused even further arousal.
"Yes, sir," said Keisha, her eyes cast down.
"That's better," Mr. Nelson allowed. "Now take off the dress and you can come inside."
"You want me to take my dress off outside?" the colored girl asked. "I ain't got nothin' on under it!"
She already knew the answer to that question and felt a fresh hot rush of embarrassment flush her face. Plus she knew her pussy was creaming at the idea of being made to expose herself at Massa Nelson's order.
"Yes, Keisha," Mr. Nelson answered. "Take off your dress here. Niggers don't wear clothes in my house. It simply isn't done."
"I... I... I can't!" she exclaimed. "People would see me!"
"Then go home," he said.
The white man waited for a few seconds watching her. When the black girl made no move to undress he turned away from the screen door and started back into the house.
"Wait! Please, sir!" Keisha spoke up. "I's takin' it off."
The teenaged negro girl pulled her dress up over her head and dropped it on the grass. She stood there, naked in the white man's back yard, waiting for him to turn around. Mr. Nelson returned to the back door and looked out at her. Keisha slowly put her hands behind her head, looking him in the eye trying to see some sign of approval.
"Alright, then," he said at last and opened the door for her. "Come inside, nigger."
Keisha felt a warm rush surge through her nude body. He called her nigger directly. She was naked outdoors like an animal. She felt light headed, almost in a trance. She was a nigger and she knew it. The negro girl followed the white man into the house.
This time he led her down a hallway and into a small bedroom. The room's furnishings consisted entirely of a double bed on a high frame in the middle of the carpeted floor.
"Lay on the bed, girl," Mr. Nelson ordered. "Let's have a closer look at you. Open those legs wide so I can check out your coochie."
Keisha's face burned with embarrassment as she complied with his instructions. She'd never felt so naked in her life. Her pussy was as bare as a child's now and her legs were spread far apart. Still, she could feel the wetness on her sex and the cool breeze of the open air.
"Good girl," he praised her. "You did a fine job shaving. No nicks or anything."
The black girl felt a glow inside as she listened to how she'd pleased him. She also was aware of how exposed she was, how obscenely displayed for him, but now it only added to her arousal.
"You're creaming nicely, Keisha," he observed. "You're a very responsive nigger. I like that."
"Thank you, sir," she said, blushing and smiling.
Mr. Nelson reached out and gently ran his finger over Keisha's pussy lips. The colored girl gasped at his touch. He stroked her again, harder. And again. She moaned and pushed back into his hand so as to feel more pressure against her sensitive parts.
"You like that, girl?" he asked, smiling.
"Uh huh," she murmured with her eyes closed as she pushed herself up to meet his hand.
"Excuse me?" he asked with some measure of surprise.
Mr. Nelson pulled his hand back and Keisha pushed herself up further in a frustrated attempt to maintain contact.
"Yes, sir," she said, somewhat breathless, her eyes open now.
"Yes, sir, what?" he asked her suggestively.
"Yes, sir, I like it," she said, bucking her hips in the air.
"That's better," he said, satisfied.
Mr. Nelson returned to stroking Keisha's pussy as she humped his hand. He kept it up for a few minutes before he bent to taste her. He lapped his tongue from her cunt hole and up along the length of her slit.
"Ohhh..." she sighed with pleasure.
The white man pushed his tongue into the black teenager's vagina to get a better taste of her. He ran it up her slit to her clit and played gently with it before sucking it between his lips. The colored girl squirmed with delight. At last he stood, leaving her frustrated.
"That's enough for you now," instructed Mr. Nelson. "Get up and kneel on the floor."
Keisha rolled off the bed and kneeled at the foot of it where he indicated. Mr. Nelson stood in front of her. She looked up at him expectantly.
"Tell me, Keisha," he began, "are you a virgin?"
The colored girl blushed and looked down.
"Yes, sir," she answered. "Mama won't let me go with boys. She says I gots to save myself."
"Good," he said approvingly. "What have you done with boys?"
The black teenager blushed again.
"I...," she started hesitatingly, "I... There was this boy... He lived in the same apartment building as us. Once in the laundry room he touched my titties."
"Under your blouse?" Mr. Nelson inquired.
"Yes, sir," Keisha said, embarrassed. "He felt me up on my bare titties."
"Did he touch your pussy?" he asked.
"I'm embarrassed, sir," she protested. "Yes, sir. He touched my pussy. He put his finger in it."
"Did you touch his cock?" the white man went on.
Keisha blushed at the continued questioning of her past sexual activities. She'd never told anyone about the boy in the laundry room before and could feel her face flush and her pussy grow wetter at the memory and the intimate interrogation.
"Yes, sir," said the colored girl. "I touched it."
"Did you suck it?" Mr. Nelson wanted to know.
"No, sir," answered Keisha. "I was scared. It was too big. I was scared I'd choke."
The white man unzipped his fly and took his erect cock out.
"You're going to suck mine, girl," he told her gruffly. "Open your mouth and take it."
Keisha eyes went wide. She felt her heart pounding and her face break into a sweat. The white man's cock was even bigger than she remembered the boy in the laundry room's being.
"I'm afraid I'll choke," she said. "It's so big, sir!"
"You're damn right you're gonna choke on it," he informed her. "But you're gonna take it like a good nigger, aren't you?"
The black teenager could feel her pussy creaming in spite of the sense of panic rising inside her. She could see he was very aroused by the look on his face. She was scared, but excited. Massa Nelson wants her bad, she thought.
"'k" she said softly. "I's gon' take it, sir."
The older white man stepped towards where the young black woman knelt on the floor, his cock right in her face, the tip brushing against her cheek leaving a trail of pre-cum on her.
"Suck it, nigger," he said huskily.
Keisha looked up into his face. Mr. Nelson's eyes were shining with pure lust and desire for her. She opened her mouth, never breaking eye contact. The colored teen leaned forward, taking in the head of his cock and closing her lips around it. Her mouth felt full and she could feel the muscles in her jaw stretched from the size of it.
"That's it," he instructed. "Now bob your head on it. Suck on it."
The negro girl did as she was told. Moving her head back and forth on the white man's engorged cock she began sucking noisily. The sound of his heavy breathing and her wet slurping was all that could be heard. She could feel her saliva drooling off her chin and landing on her bare breast.
"Ahhh..." Mr. Nelson sighed with pleasure. "That's the way, girl. Suck it good."
Keisha was encouraged by his praise and bobbed her head faster and tried to take more of his length into her mouth. A couple times she felt she was about to gag, but was eager to please him. Her fantasy of pleasing her massa was coming true and she could feel that her pussy was dripping wet.
"Take more of it," he commanded, grabbing her head by the hair with both hands.
Mr. Nelson thrust his dick against the back of her throat causing her to gag. The panic she felt began to intrude on Keisha's fantasy. She could feel her hair being pulled by the tight grip he held it in as he used her mouth for his pleasure. The colored girl choked on the downstroke and gasped for breath on the upstroke. Her eyes watered and tears ran down her face, mixing with the thick spittle dripping off her chin and onto her chest.
"This is what niggers are for," he told her as he fucked her helpless mouth. "Take it, nigger."
Keisha moaned and choked around his cock which filled her mouth and stretched her thick negro lips. Mr. Nelson was bucking his hips into the black teenager's face now, totally overcome with animal lust. She could only take it and try to catch a breath when she could. Finally he pushed it in even further and she felt the hot jets of cum as he ejaculated down her throat.
"Ugh," he grunted as his dick spasmed. "Oh, fuck! Take it, you fuckin' bitch. You fuckin' nigger bitch."
After a few strong shots into the helpless negro girl's mouth she felt him soften and withdraw. Her eyes were filled with tears. Her face was smeared with her saliva and his semen. The thick liquid hung off her chin in a long strand to her chest. Her breasts were wet where she'd drooled on herself, the spittle running in a rivulet over her belly and down her thighs.
Keisha coughed and breathed heavily, filling her lungs with air. Mr. Nelson stood over her, his now flaccid cock hanging out of his pants, glistening with wetness.
"Niggers thank men for using them, Keisha," he informed her. "And they offer to clean up after themselves. My dick still has some spunk on it."
"Thank you fo' usin' me, sir," she said, her voice cracking. "You want me to clean yo' dick off?"
"Yeah," Mr. Nelson accepted. "Go ahead and clean it off. Next time ask nice. Niggers should want to clean up after themselves, but they need to ask permission. Got it?"
"Yes, sir," said Keisha. "I's sorry fo' not doin' it right. Kin I please clean yo' cock off, sir?"
"Much better, girl," he said approvingly. "It's ok. You just need more training to be a proper nigger for me. You have my permission to clean up my cock."
"Thank you, sir," said the colored girl.
Keisha leaned forward and licked the thick semen off Mr. Nelson's cock. She was trembling with excitement. Her pussy was creaming so hard she was afraid it was dripping onto the floor between her legs. When she was finished she looked back up into his eyes and kissed the tip.
"Is I yo' nigga now, sir?" she asked expectantly.
"Yes, Keisha," he told her. "You're my nigger now."
The black girl glowed as her fantasy became reality, even though the transformation had been much harsher than she'd imagined. Her throat hurt and her jaw ached. But she could feel her clit throbbing and her pussy gushing.
"Thank you, massa," Keisha said.
"Pardon me?" he asked, unsure if he'd heard right.
"I's sorry, sir," she said, embarrassed at having spoken her fantasy out loud. "I means thank you, sir."
"Massa is fine, girl," Mr. Nelson told her. "I like it. It's very niggerly of you to say it." He paused for a moment and looked her up and down where she knelt. "You do know you're creaming onto the carpet?"
Keisha was mortified at hearing this and blushed profusely. She had felt like she'd totally let go for the white man, but the idea of his seeing just how aroused she was embarrassed her.
"I's sorry to make a mess, sir," she said, humiliated.
"That's ok, girl," he told her. "Lick it up."
The negro girl felt a shudder through her body. Did he want her to lick her cream off the floor? It seemed so degrading even after what he'd already done to her.
"You mean off the floor?" she asked. "Sir?"
"Yes, Keisha," he confirmed. "Lick it up off the floor. Now."
Her face was hot as she got on all fours and backed up so that she could see the drops of pussy cream on the carpet. She looked back up into Mr. Nelson's face and saw that he was completely serious. She lowered her face to the floor, stuck out her tongue, and tentatively began licking at the white drops. This merely moved them around so she lowered her head further and closed her lips over the shag and sucked the thick liquid up. The taste was musky and not at all unpleasant. When she finished she looked back up for approval.
"Very good, girl," he praised her, and sat on the edge of the bed. "You may touch your pussy now."
Keisha was chagrined again. He wanted to see her masturbate? This was just piling one humiliation on top of another. Unsatisfied with her debasement at sucking her juices off the carpet, he now wanted to watch her pleasure herself afterwards. But that's what her massa wanted to see. And she knew she wanted to do it, her clit was aching for attention. She gasped as she touched herself. Her clit was popped out and sensitive. Touching it felt good.
"Now taste it," instructed Mr. Nelson.
The negro girl brought her her hand, her finger slick with her cream, to her mouth and licked it. She liked it and began sucking on it. Looking up at the white man while she did it, she could tell he liked it, too. The cum and saliva on her face was starting to dry and she could feel it on her skin. Her pussy was radiating heat now at putting on such a slutty display.
"Get on your back now," he ordered. "Scoot over here where I can reach you and open those legs up."
Keisha complied. She could feel the wet spot from the carpet in the middle of her back but she didn't care. She squirmed herself over to the edge of the bed where Mr. Nelson sat. She held her legs wide open, splaying herself obscenely for the older white man. Her pussy lips were swollen and moist. Her clit erect and throbbing. He sat there looking down at her and rested his bare foot on her sex, applying light pressure to it and rubbing it gently.
"You like that, girl?" he asked her.
"Yes, sir," the colored girl replied, her eyes half closed. "It feel good, massa."
"Good," he responded. "I want you to feel good."
The teenager humped her pussy into the pressure of his foot and could feel the climax building inside her. She'd been close for some time now, and knew it wouldn't take long.
"Are you going to cum, Keisha?" Mr. Nelson asked.
"Uh huh," she murmured, humping faster as her orgasm approached. "Sir," she added breathlessly.
"Niggers need to ask permission to cum, Keisha," he told her. "Cumming without permission earns punishment."
"Uh huh," she panted. "Kin I? Kin I, sir?"
"Can you what?" he asked with mock puzzlement.
"Cum, sir!" she squealed. "Kin I cum?"
Keisha's excitement was overwhelming her and she was humping Mr. Nelson's foot furiously. The white man smiled down into the pleading face of the black teenager.
"Yes, you may, girl," he told her at last. "Cum for me, Keisha."
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" she cried out, her eyes open wide. "Ohhh! Ahhh!"
"That's a good girl," he said gently. "That's what I want to see. Cum for me, girl."
"Ohhh... Ohhh..." she sighed, her chest heaving.
Keisha lay on her back on the floor as her orgasm subsided while Mr. Nelson watched her from his vantage point sitting on the edge of the bed. At last she looked at him and could see his foot was slick with her juices.
"Kin I clean yo' foot off, massa?" she asked. "Please, sir?"
"Uh huh," he answered. "Come and get it."
The negro girl rolled over and got to her hands and knees. She crawled over to where she could lick the bottom of his foot off and clean her cream of him. When she was finished she kissed his foot and looked back up at him.
"Put your face on the floor, nigger," he commanded.
Keisha put her face down, her fat black ass up in the air. She could feel the dampness on her nose from the moist spot on the carpet that had just been between her legs. He placed his foot on the back of her head and pushed firmly, pressing her face into the wet carpeting. Of all the degrading acts she'd endured, and yes, enjoyed, this was the most humbling. She waited patiently, breathing through her mouth.
"You are my nigger, Keisha," he stated. "This is your place. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," came the muffled reply.
In spite of the demeaning position she was in at that moment, she felt pride in having pleased the white man. This was no longer a masturbation fantasy. She knew she was truly his now and that she had pleased him greatly. He lifted his foot after a long several seconds.
"Get up now," he ordered. "On your hind legs."
Slowly, her joints stiff, Keisha got to her feet. Not knowing what else to do, she clasped her hands behind her head and stood with her legs open in the display position he'd taught her the day before. She waited like that, her eyes downcast. The solemnness of her expression completely at odds with the pleasure and pride she felt inside.
"Good girl!" he said, beaming at her. "Good girl. Good nigger."
He stood and tousled her hair. She looked up at him and smiled slightly.
"Alright," Mr. Nelson said finally. "Now let's get you cleaned up. There's a shower in there. Go wash up and join me in the living room when you're finished."
The white man indicated a closed door with a nod of his head. Keisha went to open it and saw there was a three quarter bathroom with a sink, toilet, and shower stall. She stepped into it and turned to see he was gone and she was alone.
The hot water felt good on her skin. She felt clean again after washing the sticky drying substances off herself. Finished, she dried herself on a towel that was there.
Keisha padded out into the living room. Mr. Nelson was sitting in his easy chair. She stood in front of him and assumed the display position. He reached up and touched her face. The white man let his hand run down over the negro girl's large black breasts, her belly, and finally between her legs. She opened her legs wider to give him easier access.
"Excellent!" he said. "My, but you're learning quickly, girl. I can't believe this is only your first day. You're a good nigger and you've pleased me very much."
Keisha felt herself blush at his words of praise. She was very happy to hear how pleased he was with her. This was how she imagined she felt in her plantation fantasy where she was massa's favorite house nigger.
"Thank you, sir," she said, smiling softly. "I's glad you pleased wit' me."
"Oh, yes, Keisha," he told her, letting his hand drop from between her thighs. "I'm very pleased, indeed. But now you need to go home. You can come back tomorrow afternoon to continue your training."
While she was happy to hear Mr. Nelson invite her back the next day, she was a little saddened at having to leave now. Especially since she could feel herself getting aroused again at his touch.
"Yes, sir," she said, her disappointment unmistakable. "I'll go now."
He walked her to the back door, her dress still laying in the grass. He opened the door and this time she went out with no hesitation at exposing herself outside. The colored girl bent and picked up her dress. She turned towards the white man without putting it on, knowing he'd be pleased to see her remain naked.
"Good bye, massa," she said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, girl," he smiled. "See you tomorrow. Don't forget to put your dress back on."
Keisha smiled and blushed, looking down at the ground first and then back up at him. Putting the dress on, she waved and walked slowly across the yard and went through the tall hedge into her own yard. She could see her mother watching from the kitchen window, but she felt strangely unselfconscious in spite of the fact that she was obviously naked under her dress.
From her bedroom window Keisha could see into Mr. Nelson's back yard. The white man was once again out tending the peach tree. She watched as he gathered a few more pieces of the sweet ripe fruit and returned into his house.
That night she felt too spent to masturbate. Instead she drifted off to sleep dreaming of Massa Nelson on the plantation. But this time instead of the plantation house, it was Mr. Nelson's modest suburban house in her thoughts. He was still her massa and she was still his favorite house nigger. But now it was real and not just a dream.
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