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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
The morning hours dragged by for Keisha. The black teenager spent the time trying to busy herself around the house. But always she was drawn back to her window so she could see across the tall hedge into Mr. Nelson's back yard.
She saw that the tall negress gardener had started the morning by cutting the grass with a manual mower. Keisha could barely hear the crisp slicing sound the machine made. Later she saw the gardener weeding the flower garden. Occasionally Mr. Nelson would come out of the house and watch her work or he would be examining the peach tree. Usually he was nowhere to be seen.
At last the noon hour arrived. She had a light lunch with her mother and sister. Neither seemed to notice that black teenager wasn't wearing a bra and her large breasts hung freely beneath the thin fabric of her cotton sun dress. She finished her sandwich and immediately exited the house through the back door and went across the yard and through the hedges.
Grass clippings stuck to her bare feet as Keisha walked across Mr. Nelson's lawn approaching the screen door on the back porch. She knocked and waited expectantly for the white man to come to the door. Glancing around at the surrounding houses, she tried to convince herself that no one was watching or taking notice of a teenaged black girl standing in someone else's back yard.
The colored girl heard the back door open and turned quickly to see the middle aged man come to the screen door. She looked at him and blushed, knowing what he expected her to do. Anxious to please him and show him that she remembered her training she pulled off the sun dress and assumed the display position for him. Standing with her hands behind her head and her legs open, the negro teen's brown body was completely exposed. Her pussy tingled and her nipples hardened as she waited for the white man to open the door and invite her in.
"Hello, Keisha," Mr. Nelson greeted her, his eyes roving over her. "You're looking very pretty today."
"Thank you, sir," the colored girl blushed.
"Turn around for me," he instructed her. "Slowly."
Keisha felt herself heating up both from arousal and embarrassment. She was very aware of the fact she was standing naked in the white man's back yard where it was possible she was being observed from neighboring houses. She'd expected him to invite her in rather than have her continue her display outdoors. But she wanted to please him, so she slowly began to turn and show him her nude body..
"Very good, girl," he said as she completed the turn. "Come inside now."
Mr. Nelson opened the door and allowed Keisha in. He was dressed in a silk bathrobe. She followed him into the living room where he took a seat in the easy chair. The black teenager stood before him, again assuming the display position.
"My, Keisha," he observed, beaming. "You are a natural nigger."
"I want to please you, sir," she said, trying to suppress another onslaught of blushing.
"That you do, girl," Mr. Nelson told her.
He reached between her legs to stroke her pussy and she obediently parted her thighs. The black girl was moist and her scent was more than noticeable. She'd been looking forward to his touch all morning. She closed her eyes and sighed as she felt his hand on her sex.
Mr. Nelson ran his hand up and down over the length of her bare slit for a minute or two. Keisha felt her heart pound and sweat break out onto her face as she began to hump back at him. Abruptly, he stopped. She bucked her hips at empty air for a second and then opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly.
"Did I do somethin' wrong, sir?" she asked.
"No, Keisha," he assured her as he stood. "Come with me."
The white man led the naked black girl to the bedroom where he'd used her the previous day.
"On your back, girl," he instructed her, indicating the bed. "Open your legs for me."
Keisha got up on the bed and layed on her back on it. She looked up into Mr. Nelson's face as she spread her legs. She felt so exposed and vulnerable with her private parts splayed open and on display for him. She could feel a draft on her wet pussy.
"So, you say you're a virgin?" asked the white man.
"Yes, sir," the negro teenager replied. "I's a virgin. Ain't never been wit' a man that way."
"That will change now, nigger girl," he informed her.
"Is it gonna hurt, Massa?" she asked wide eyed.
"You're a good nigger, Keisha," he said. "Yes, it's gonna hurt. But that won't last. You won't be a virgin anymore afterwards. You sure you want this? If you don't, you can still go and I won't think any less of you."
"I wants it, Massa," she stated plainly, looking him in the face. "An' it's ok if it hurt."
With that, the older man removed the robe and stood naked and erect over the colored girl. He stepped to the bed and got between her open thighs. He pressed his hard white dick against her wet black pussy. She could feel herself creaming from the excitement.
"Last chance," he said huskily, his cock head at her entrance.
"Take me, Massa" she said, her brown eyes fixed on his hazel ones. "I's yo' nigga an' you kin do what you want wit' me."
Keisha gasped as she felt the brief sharp pain as her hymen gave way to the thrust of his hard cock. The white man pushed his entire length into the black girl's pussy, filling her. He withdrew partially and thrust again. And again.
Mr. Nelson continued rhythmically fucking the young negress. The sounds of their heavy breathing and the bed creaking filled the room. Keisha's pain at having her cherry popped gave way to pleasure. The physical sensations coupled with the rush of emotions at giving herself to her master was a powerful combination.
Keisha bucked her hips to meet his thrusts. Years of masturbation hadn't prepared her for the feeling of having a real man's cock inside her pussy. An orgasm began to build deep within her.
"It feel good, Massa," she panted. "It don't hurt no mo'. I kin feel it startin'."
"It ought to feel good, girl," he told her deliberately, spacing each of the words between a stroke.
Sweat dripped of his face and onto hers. He continued humping her and she kept meeting each thrust. She felt her climax nearing.
"This is what nigger girls are for," he went on, the exertion was clear in his voice. "Use. It feels good 'cause it's nature's way of tellin' you that you're fulfilling your purpose. Positive reinforcement."
"I kin feel it!" Keisha cried out. "Kin I cum, Massa? Kin I cum?"
Mr. Nelson picked up the pace and began pounding the young woman's pussy harder. She matched him, humping back.
"Yeah," he grunted. "Cum, nigger. Fuck!"
The white man pushed his cock deep within the black girl's cunt and came hard inside her.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" squealed Keisha, lost in the throws of her orgasm.
The young negress felt his semen shooting into her and her cunt began contracting around him, milking the sperm out of him. After a few minutes she caught her breath. The white man withdrew from her and stood, his cock glistening with semen and the black girl's juices. She looked at his dick for a moment and then up into his face.
"Kin I clean yo' cock off, sir?" she asked softly. "Please?"
"Yes, you may, girl," he replied, touched by her niggerly display.
Keisha rolled over onto her hands and knees and crawled across the bed to where Mr. Nelson stood at its foot. On the one hand, the idea of licking his dick clean of cum, both his and her own, made her hesitate. But she could tell that it would please him and it'd be a powerful symbol of submission and devotion to the man who had just deflowered her.
The colored girl leaned forward from the bed and put her face in front of the white man's crotch. She began by licking his cock off slowly and deliberately. Then she sucked his flaccid dick into her mouth and slurped on it. Finally she let it slide out and kissed it several times, the last one on the tip.
"Thank you, sir," she said humbly.
"You're welcome, girl," he replied, smiling down at her.
"I's a woman now, right, Massa?" the black girl questioned him.
"Yes, Keisha," he agreed. "You're a woman for sure."
"I always be yo' nigga?" she asked, looking up at her master.
"That's right, girl," he told her and reached out to touch her hair. "You'll always be my nigger. Now change the bed and go get cleaned up. There's sheets in the closet. I'll be in the other room. Come and present yourself when you're done."
"Yes, sir," she answered, still in a haze.
Mr. Nelson picked up his robe, put it on, and walked out leaving Keisha still on all fours on top of the bed. She got up and looked back at the the bed. A small wet red spot stained the center of the sheet. The young black woman stripped the sheets off the bed and put them in the corner on the floor. Getting fresh sheets from the closet, she made the bed back up. She felt good doing this domestic work for him.
Finished with that task, Keisha went into the bathroom and ran the water in the shower. She stepped in once it was running hot and washed herself off. She tried to decide if she felt any different now. She'd waited along time for this, longer than most of the girls she knew in school.
The young negress reflected on her fantasy of being Mr. Nelson's house nigger. How he'd take her and make her his. And now he had done exactly that in reality. She smiled to herself as she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She dried herself and went out to the living room where her master was waiting for her.
The colored girl stood before him in the display position. She'd come to like posing this way for the white man. It made her feel like she was his prized property which always gave her a tingling feeling all over her body.
"So how do you feel, Keisha?" he asked her warmly.
"Good, sir," she replied. "Happy."
"I'm glad to hear that, girl," said Mr. Nelson. "Sit here on my lap."
Keisha let her arms down and sat down on her master's lap. He put an arm around her and touched her breast with the other. Now this was just how she'd imagined it. Massa Nelson with his favorite house nigger. She closed her eyes and focussed on the feel of his hand on her flesh.
"I have some other things to attend to now, girl," he said after a few minutes. "You should run along home. It would please me to have you return tomorrow afternoon."
"Yes, Massa," said the colored girl sadly.
Keisha slid off the white man's lap. Mr. Nelson stood and walked her to the back door. The colored girl didn't want to leave, especially after what had happened. But she knew that obeying her master's wishes was paramount so she didn't protest or let on that she was disappointed at having to go so soon.
Mr. Nelson opened the back door and Keisha went down the steps to where her sun dress lay on the grass. She turned and looked back at him.
"Thank you, sir," she said sincerely. "I's glad it was you who got my cherry."
The white man smiled at the naked black teenager.
"You are very welcome, Keisha," he told her. "I'm glad it was me, too. You're a good nigger. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good bye, Massa," she said. "I be comin' here fo' you tomorrow."
The older white man went back into the house. The young colored woman picked her sun dress up and put it on. She walked slowly across the lawn, under the peach tree, and through the hedge into her own yard. She could see her mother looking out the kitchen window at her as she approached the house.
Keisha let herself in the back door and quickly went up the stairs. Jaleesa came out of the kitchen and looked up after her.
"Keisha!" she called. "Just why is you in such a hurry? And where is it you keep disappearin' to every day?"
"Nowhere, mama," Keisha said from the top of the stairs.
"I think you goin' through those hedges to Mr. Nelson's place," said Jaleesa. "You know what I tol' you about botherin' that white man. I worked for him for so long and only now gots this house to rent from him. I don't want him sorry he did it."
"I ain't botherin' him none, mama," the teenager replied. "He real friendly. He likes me."
"Alright then," the older woman allowed.
Jaleesa looked carefully at her daughter. Keisha knew she could tell that she was naked under her sun dress and waited for her to say something about it. To her surprise, she simply returned to the kitchen.
Just then Latoya came out of her room and pushed by her to go down the stairs. Keisha's sister was a year younger, and not quite as big. She shared her sister's medium complexion and soft round curves. She's still just a girl, thought Keisha, not a woman like me.
The black teenager went into her room and closed the door. She stripped off her sun dress and looked at herself in the full length mirror. She didn't look any different than she had before she went over to Mr. Nelson's house. But she'd left a girl and returned a woman. Mr. Nelson's woman. Massa Nelson's nigger.
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That night, alone in her bed, Keisha humped her pillow remembering how the white man had taken her cherry and made her his own. She slept finally and dreamed of serving her Massa.
Next: Chapter 4 - Puppy
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