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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
Keisha waited until she was sure Jaleesa had left for work the next day in order to come down to breakfast. The black teen had been so afraid of what her mother was going to say about catching her naked in Mr. Nelson's living room, kneeling before him and sucking his cock like some wanton whore; that she had carefully avoided the older woman the entire evening. By the time she woke up the next morning she was already beginning to wonder if it had really happened.
But the colored girl remembered the rest and it seemed very real indeed. After the initial shock of being collared and leashed like a dog had worn off, her surprise had been quickly replaced by arousal. She had loved being a puppy dog for the white man. Especially when she could tell just how much it pleased him. It was if she'd been transformed into a sexual being that lived only to please her master.
Then there was Jaleesa. Had her mother really walked in on her? Had that really been her or some other woman with the same voice and the same name. Keisha had been too ashamed at the time to even look up at her. She couldn't believe her mother wouldn't have found her later at home and said something about it. Maybe she would have been to shocked to say anything at the time or maybe she was afraid of saying anything in front of her boss. But surely she would have said something later.
Latoya was watching television when Keisha came down the stairs late in the morning. Certainly her sister had told her mother as she'd threatened the previous day. But, the younger girl didn't even turn to look at her as the black teenager stepped into the room. Only as she left did she speak.
"I's sorry, Keisha," apologized Latoya, looking back at her sister. "I's sorry I said mean things to you yesterday."
Keisha was totally surprised by this development. Latoya apologizing?
"Why?" she asked, dumbfounded.
"I's 'shamed I tol' mama on you like that," the younger girl cast her eyes down. "She said you a growed woman now and it ain't none o' my bidness and I gotta 'pologize to you. So I's sorry."
Keisha's mind was reeling now. Jaleesa's reaction to Latoya's tattling seemed completely out of character. She remembered how her mother had scolded her when she'd caught her with the boy from school with his hands on her. 'Ain't no daughter o' mine actin' like no damn slut!' she'd said at the time.
A little after twelve the negro girl ventured out through the hedge up to Mr. Nelson's back porch door and knocked. She wore a purple sun dress and had even put the reddish brown dog collar on in order to please him. She could see the door to the kitchen was open.
"Who's there?" called the white man from inside of the house.
"It's Keisha, sir," she replied.
"Come on in, girl," came the response.
The black teen slipped off her sun dress, let herself in through the porch door, and entered the kitchen. She heard sounds in the direction of the bedroom where she'd been with Mr. Nelson previously. The colored girl padded naked down the hallway to it. Then she heard what sounded like her mother's voice!
Keisha was unprepared for the scene that greeted her. Jaleesa, her own mother, was up on the bed on her hands and knees. Buck naked, the older black woman was facing directly at the open doorway. Mr. Nelson was on his knees behind her, his cock buried
"Oh, Massa!" cried Jaleesa, her eyes closed and her mouth open. "Oh, Massa, use yo' nigga."
The black teen stood gape mouthed and watched, unable to look away from the scene. Her mother was drenched in sweat and it dripped off her onto the bed. Her breasts swung with the rhythm of the white man's thrusts. The slapping sound of flesh on flesh and the smell of sex filled the room.
"Tha's right, boss!" Jaleesa went on, her eyes opening and looking right into her daughter's eyes. "Use yo' nigga's coochie It's yo' coochie, Massa! Fill it wit' yo' cum! Dis nigga needs yo' cum!"
Mr. Nelson continued to pound himself into Jaleesa's black cunt. The older negress panted and drooled as her daughter looked on, Keisha's shock wearing off, gradually being replaced with arousal. Involuntarily her hand went to her pussy and she began to masturbate.
"Here it comes, bitch!" announced the white man. "Take it, nigger! Ah! Fuck! Ahhh...."
Keisha watched as Mr. Nelson ejaculated into Jaleesa's vagina. Her eyes round and her face hot and perspiring. Her finger working her clit.
"Yes, sir!" the colored woman moaned. "Fuck me, Massa! Fuck yo' nigga! Use my hole! It be yours, Massa! Fill it wit' yo' cum!"
"Yeah...." the white man sighed. "Good girl. Good nigger."
Mr. Nelson withdrew and stood up beside the bed. His dick hung between his legs, wet and glistening. A long strand of semen dripped out of it and landed on the floor. He looked right at Keisha.
"What're you just standing there for, nigger?" he asked her. "Get over here now."
Keisha was awakened from the trance she'd found herself in. She thought for a moment and dropped down to all fours and crawled over to where Mr. Nelson stood. She went past the bed where her mother watched her from her hands and knees, still catching her own breath. The teenager looked up at her master, his dick inches from her face.
"Kin I please clean yo' cock of, Massa?" she asked sweetly. "Please, sir?"
"Yes, you may, girl," he allowed. "Do it."
The colored girl took his cock into her mouth and sucked off the mixture of his semen and her mother's juices and cream. She became totally absorbed in the task, desiring only to please her master. When she was finished she let him slide out from between her lips and kissed the tip of his dick.
"Thank you so much, sir," she said gratefully.
"Don't thank me yet, girl," he corrected her. "You're not through yet. Some got on the floor. Lick it up."
"Yes, sir, right away sir," said Keisha breathlessly.
She leaned forward and lapped up the creamy globs off the floor. Once she was done she looked back up to him for approval.
"Good girl," Mr. Nelson praised her. He turned to the naked negro woman on the bed. "Run along home, Leesa. I'm through with you for now. I'll send Keisha along later."
"Yes, sir, Massa," said the older negress. "Thank you fo' usin' yo' nigga. I's grateful fo' it, sir."
"You're welcome, Leesa," said the white man. "You've pleased me well."
Jaleesa climbed down from the bed and stood up, semen running down the inside of her leg. She smiled towards Mr. Nelson with her eyes respectfully downcast. The colored woman left the room and headed down the hallway.
Keisha heard the door close and watched out the window as her mother walked naked across the back yard, retrieving a robe from near the hedge. She disappeared through the bushes as she was putting it on and was gone. The teen girl turned away from the window and back to her master.
"Well, Keisha," Mr. Nelson started, "I imagine that you might be a little surprised at this."
Keisha looked at her bare feet on the floor and nodded her head.
"Uh huh," she murmured. "I mean, yes, sir."
"Your mama has been my nigger for many many years," he continued.
"She's a very good nigger, too. She lives to serve me and please me, which she does very well indeed. It was my decision that you not be told of course, not hers. As a good nigger she naturally left that up to me.
"I've had my eye on you for a long time, too, girl. Over the years you've developed into a fine picture of a nigger. Pretty, sweet, obedient. A good nigger. When I felt you were mature enough I had your mama move into the house you live in now so you'd be close to me. Things happened a little sooner than I'd planned, but I think it worked out for the best.
"I only want willing niggers who want to serve me and want to belong to me. I'm gratified that you sought me out on your own and are clearly happy to be here. You're a good nigger, Keisha. It pleases me that you're mine.
"Thank you, sir," said Keisha girlishly, still looking down, but blushing as well. "I like being yours."
"I'm glad to hear it, girl," Mr. Nelson replied, clearly pleased.
The white man sat down on the bed.
"Come closer, nigger girl," he said gently, looking her in the face.
Keisha stepped up to where he sat and clasped her hands behind her head, thrusting her breasts out towards the white man. She stood with her feet far apart, bashfully displaying herself for him.
"Good girl!" he exclaimed happily. "I've said it before, but you are a natural nigger. Just look at you! You even wore your collar without my having to tell you! So little training and yet you already know how to please me without being told."
"Thank you, Massa," she replied.
The colored girl blushed again at hearing him praise her. She watched as he reached his hand out between her legs. She parted her thighs to permit him access to her sex. She closed her eyes and trembled slightly as she felt him touch her soft pussy.
"My, Keisha," he said in a low voice, as if sharing a confidence, "you're soaking wet. This whole thing was quite a surprise for you, but you seem to have managed to enjoy it, too."
The black teen felt the heat on her face as well as radiating from her crotch as she nodded her agreement. His words both embarrassed and aroused her. She could feel the cream oozing out of her while he continued to stroke her pussy.
Keisha started slowly humping his hand, rubbing herself in response to his movement. She was positively gushing now. Her clit was hard and protruded from between her labia. She gradually lowered her arms and let her head roll back, her eyes closed.
"Ohhh...," she moaned with pleasure. "Feels good, sir..."
"Good," he replied. "You should feel pleasure. You're a fine nigger and you deserve it."
The kind words of Mr. Nelson combined with his manual stimulation of her pussy had Keisha close to orgasm. What with her earlier arousal, she could feel it building inside of her already. The black teen humped faster. The white man responded by increasing the pressure of his hand on her crotch.
"Kin I cum, sir?" the colored girl begged with urgency. "Please, sir! Kin I cum?"
"Yes, girl," he said softly. "You may cum. Cum for me, Keisha. Cum for me like a good nigger."
"Ohhh! Ahhh!" she cried, her orgasm hitting her hard. "Ohhh!"
Keisha gasped for breath as she was overwhelmed by her climax. Her pussy gushed and her legs trembled.
"That's right, girl," he went on. "Cum for me. That's a good girl Just let it all out."
"Ohhh, yes..." the negro girl sighed. "Yes, sir..."
Gradually the colored girl came down from her climax, feeling a little drained from the experience. She looked into her master's face and smiled. Taking a step back she got down on her knees.
"Thank you fo' lettin' me cum, Massa," she said sincerely. "Kin I please clean yo' hand off, sir?"
"You may, girl," he allowed.
Leaning forward to reach Mr. Nelson's hand, wet with her cum, Keisha put her tongue out and licked it clean like a puppy would lick her master's hand. When she was through she looked to his face and waited for further instructions.
"Good girl," said the white man. "Good nigger."
Keisha felt a warm glow in response to his verbal stroking in addition to the after effects of the physical one.
"Time for you to go home, girl," instructed Mr. Nelson, standing. "Get up and come along now."
Keisha stood and followed him down the hall to the kitchen where he let her out the back door. She walked across the porch and out the screen door onto the grass where her sun dress lay. She bent to pick it up after she heard the inside door close. The colored girl put her dress on and went home through the hedges.
Jaleesa was waiting for Keisha at the kitchen table when she got there.
"Come on in here, girl, an' sit down," the older negress called to her daughter. "Now you knows a secret I ain't been tellin' you 'bout Mr. Nelson. He din't want me to say nothin' 'til now, so I din't. I hopes you ain't feelin' bad 'bout it or nothin'."
"No, mama," the black teen answered. "I kinda figured I weren't the only girl he had. I jus' din't know you was his girl, too."
"I ain't his girl," corrected Jaleesa. "I's his nigga. Ain't the same thing at all. Now you his nigga, too. An' we ain't the only ones he got. That white man gots niggas all over town. An' it ain't our place to mind, neither. It's our place to jus' 'cept it an' like it."
"How long this been goin' on, mama?" asked Keisha.
"Long time, girl," the black woman replied. "I been that white man's nigga fo' years."
"It was 'fore you 'member, way back, when I first heard 'o Massa Nelson. He was a big time land lord even then wit' places to rent. Word was that he had a eye fo' colored girls and would rent to 'em cheap if they was friendly like to him. So I goes ahead over to his office an' tells him I needs a place and I's all smilin' an' nice. He goes 'head and sets me up with a apartment even though I ain't got not job or nothin'.
"I had me some money, but after a couple months I couldn't pay no rent. Massa Nelson comes by lookin' fo' his money and I ain't gots it. I says I's sorry but nothin' I kin do 'bout it. He says if'n I do what he say, he let me slide fo' a week. I ask him what he wants me to do an' he says first thing fo' me to get naked 'cause he says niggas don't need no clothes.
"I wasn't all that surprised by it, 'cause I'd heard he like that. So I says ok an' takes 'em off. He jus' stand there an' watch while I takes my blouse off and then my slacks. He say to hurry it up 'cause he gots other niggas to go collect from. I felt all in control at the beginnin' but now I starts to get nervous. I mean here's this strange white man in my livin' room an' I's just standin' there in my bra and panties.
"I was pretty embarrassed 'bout it, too. But I takes my bra off and let him see my titties. I see him lookin' like he likes what he sees, but he gettin' all impatient wit' me fo' takin' so long. So I goes 'head and takes my panties down an' off so I's jus' standin' there naked in front of him an' he's all dressed. I felt all exposed and embarrassed 'bout it.
"Then he sits hisself down on my couch and tells me to turn 'round slow so he can check me out. Girl, I was so nervous doin' that! I felt like some kinda thing fo' him to look at. But, I can't pay th' rent and I ain't got no choice so I does it. Finally, when I's facin' him again he tells me to put my hands behind my head and stand wit' my legs open right there in front o' him!
"I 'bout died, girl! It was so humiliatin' bein' on display that way fo' some white man I don't hardly know. Funny thing, though, I's really 'cited 'bout it. Don't know what is was. Maybe the way he looked at me. Like I was a prize cow he was thinkin' 'bout buyin'.
"When he touched me I jus' gasped. Don't know why I was surprised by it, 'specially since I see him reachin' fo' me. I felt his hand on my face all gentle like and I could feel my coochie reactin' to it. He let his hand wander over my titties, squeezin' one then the other. My nipples were real hard and I could feel my heart beatin' a mile a minute!
"Finally, he reached between my legs. I jus' opened my thighs right up fo' him like some kind o' slut. I din't even think about it, I jus' did it. I guess I wanted him to do it. Well he sho' knew what he was doin' 'cause it felt good, girl! I had my share o' boys a gropin' at me, but that white man knew how to make a girl happy. And he made me real happy, if you know what I mean, right there in the middle o' my livin' room.
"Then he showed me his hand, all wet from my coochie. He held it right in front o' my face! He says for me to lick it off! I don't know what came over me, but I started to do it. Then he lowered his hand down and I knew what he wanted next. My face got all hot and my legs were shakin'. I got down on my knees so I could reach his hand and licked it off like a puppy dog! I couldn't believe I was doin' it, but it felt so right and it felt so good to do it. I felt all warm all over and I heard my self say 'thank you, sir.'
"Well, he liked that fine I could tell. 'Good girl,' he says to me. It made me smile to hear it from him. Then he got up and says how he gots to go now and how he be back in a week to gets the rent. He let hisself out while I was still on my knees naked in the middle of the room. It was the damnedest thing, girl.
"That's just what he did with me, mama!" exclaimed Keisha.
"I know he did, girl," Jaleesa smiled at her. "That's his way. He do love to play wit' his niggas that way. Shows 'em who's in control. It sho' showed me!"
"To make a long story short, Massa Nelson kept comin' by reg'lar like and he'd help hisself to me every time. I's not so sure when I started to think o' him as Massa instead o' Mister. Or when I realized that I was that white man's nigga. It jus' happened over time. Now it's hard to remember there was a time when I thought o' him any other way.
"It wasn't long before it wasn't 'bout the rent or nothin' like that no more. It was jus' 'bout me bein' his nigga. I found out I loved bein' his nigga. Bein' his an' servin' him an' pleasin' him gave me pleasure and satisfaction no man had given me before. The more I did it the more I wanted to do it again. Somethin' about him just made me want to do it.
"I know what you mean, mama," agreed Keisha. "I can't even think about those boys at school now. They're just kids. I's glad you helped me save it for him."
"Now you know why I did that, girl," Jaleesa replied.
"But don't it make you sad when he send you away like today?" asked the black teenager. "He just made love to you and then sent you home."
"We's niggas, girl," her mother pointed out. "He's our massa. We serve him to please him. He don't make love to us. He uses us for his pleasure. Sometimes it be pleasin' him to jus' use us and be done wit' it. Other times it pleases him to give us pleasure afterwards, and you know he knows how to do it!"
"So when he done wit' me today, he sends me home. I don't mind it none or take it personal. He's my massa and I do what pleases him. It's that simple. If'n it pleases him, then I's happy to do it.
"He made me lick his cum up off the floor, mama," Keisha said, embarrassed. "I did it, but it was nasty."
"That's right, girl," Jaleesa told her. "You a good nigga to do that wit' out fussin'. I know he be pleased by that. Sometimes, Massa makes his niggas do stuff they don't like. Embarrassin' stuff. Nasty stuff. Or stuff that hurts.
"But good niggas do like they told. Massa likes his niggas to show they devoted to him. I think that somethin' that please him most of all. Takin' it fo' him by doin' nasty stuff or doin' stuff that hurt shows him that devotion.
"He take good care o' his niggas, girl. Us showin' him we 'preciate it by doin' like we told no matter what is the way it should be.
"Massa Nelson wanted us to live nearby once you got old enough for him so here we is. You sneakin' yo' ass over there like you did got things goin' sooner that I thought, but it's workin' fine, girl.
"He told me that, mama," said Keisha. "It made me feel good to know he wants me. I been thinkin' 'bout him fo' a long time."
"I could tell that, girl!" laughed Jaleesa. "It ain't no secret. 'specially the way you been carryin' on lately."
"So, I kin keep goin' over to see him?" asked the colored teen girl.
"Ain't up to me, girl," said the older negress. "You be livin' here, but you a growed woman. It up to Massa Nelson. You his nigga now."
Keisha could feel the juices flowing after hearing Jaleesa tell her that. She liked thinking of herself that way and it made her happy to hear it from her mother. It also left her aroused and filled her head with visions of serving Mr. Nelson.
"I've got work to do now, girl," Jaleesa announced. "We kin talk more about this later if you gots any questions. Massa wants me to help wit' yo' trainin'."
"'k, mama," Keisha responded.
"He real pleased wit' you, girl," said her mother. "You done us both proud. An' him, too."
Keisha blushed and smiled sheepishly.
"But what 'bout Toya?" the teen asked.
"Don't you worry none 'bout her," her mother replied. "Ain't none o' her bidness. Not now, anyways. She jus' 'bout to have a birthday. She be findin' out soon 'nough. 'til then, you ain't gonna tell her nothin'. You best be takin' that collar off now, girl."
Keisha blushed at being reminded that she still wore the collar. She took it off and stood there for a moment before heading up the stairs. She met Latoya in the hall.
"What you smilin' at, Keisha?" asked her younger sister.
"Nothin'," replied the older teen. "Jus' somethin' mama said."
"You actin' all funny these days," observed Latoya. "What's got into you?"
"Nothin' you'd understand, Toya," she replied.
Latoya scowled at her sister and went down the stairs. Keisha went into her room and lay on her bed. She put the collar back on and stared up at the ceiling. Unconsciously her hand went between her legs and she began stroking herself. She closed her eyes and she was with Mr. Nelson on the plantation. Her and her mama serving Massa. She smiled to herself as she realized how true to life her fantasy was becoming.
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