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by Neal
Laquetta began to wake when she felt the cool room air on her naked black flesh. She felt something hard probing the region between her legs. Her eyes opened from the shock of feeling it suddenly, painfully, inside her. She saw his face looking down at her from the position above her, mounted on her.
The big black girl's pussy was fairly dry and the white man's cock hurt as it roughly penetrated her. She gasped, but did not cry out. Instead, she just took it. Took it for him, for his pleasure. She allowed herself to be used this way because this is what he wanted. To use his colored whore. It was his right. He owned her. She was bought and paid for.
The room was growing light from the morning, but it couldn't be much past sunrise. Laquetta felt stiff from sleeping on the floor like a dog. But waking to being used was by far the most prominent sensation she was experiencing. Her vagina begin to lubricate and she started to buck her hips along with him. Her own arousal had just begun to grow when she noticed his was at a crescendo. She felt him push himself in all the way, his balls resting on her crotch.
"Uh, uh! Ahhh..." he sighed as he ejaculated inside her.
Laquetta could feel the hot jets of cum in her pussy and closed her eyes. She understood that this was only for him and that he wanted only to be alone with her body. The negress gave him no indication that she'd woken up. She knew it was the way he wanted it.
The white man, now her master, she knew, stood over his used black whore, his dick hanging, slick with her juices, semen dripping from it in a long string. He looked down on her for a few moments longer, his eyes lingering over her spread legs, her creamy swollen pussy. He turned and walked towards the bathroom.
Laquetta quickly rolled over onto her hands and knees and crawled after him. He had turned to close the door when he noticed her there. She looked up at him from all fours. They looked at each other for a few seconds before she resumed her motion and made her way closer to him. He stood aside the doorway and she entered. The negro woman rose to her knees and put her hands behind her back.
"Please use me, sir," she asked, looking down at his feet. "Please let me serve you."
Her white master took a step towards her and stood there with his cock inches from her face. Looking up into his eyes, Laquetta leaned forward and sucked his wet cock into her mouth. She waited briefly, but was soon rewarded with a stream of hot urine against the back of her throat. His still semi aroused state slowed the flow to a manageable rate and the big black whore swallowed it all without spilling any.
"Ahhh..." he sighed with satisfaction, letting his head tilt back.
Laquetta let his dick slide from her lips and she licked it clean. Leaning back to her original position she looked up at him again.
"Thank you so much for usin' me, sir," she said sincerely. "It was a honor servin' you this way."
"Good girl," he told her, reaching down to touch the top of her head. "Get yourself cleaned up now, you have a busy day ahead of you. I'll be in the front room waiting for you."
Laquetta waited respectfully on her knees as her white master turned and left her alone. Once he'd gone out the bedroom door into the front room the big black girl stood and began getting herself ready for another day of use.
After thoroughly scrubbing herself clean and drying herself from her shower, the colored woman emerged from the bedroom. Standing naked and exposed in the main room she could see him sitting at the table finishing his breakfast. Miz Kingsley sat in an easy chair and looked up at Laquetta briefly, returning to her magazine after a second's glance.
"You must be hungry, girl," her master said, taking a strip of bacon off his plate. "Come and get it!"
The white man lowered his hand and held the bacon next to the leg of the chair he was seated in. Laquetta knew what was expected of her. The negress got down on the floor on hands and knees. She crawled naked out into the room, her large hanging breasts swaying with each step. He watched her as she moved along on all fours over to where he sat.
"Here you go," he offered, like a man talking to a pet.
Laquetta was humiliated at once again being reduced to being his dog, especially with the white lady right there in the room. Her face was flushed with shame as she ate the strip of bacon from his hand.
"Want another one?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," said the big black girl in a quiet voice.
"Uh, uh, uh!" he chastised her. "That's not what I expect to hear. Now, speak!"
The colored whore looked around a moment and could see Miz Kingsley had put her magazine down and was watching her. She looked up at the white man, waiting expectantly, still holding the strip of bacon out to her. She felt a knot in her stomach, but she wanted to please him and was also hungry.
"Arf! Arf!" barked Laquetta. "Arf!"
"That's better!" he said, mollified. "Good girl! Here you go."
Laquetta ate the fried meat while her master held it out for her. Her face burned with embarrassment.
"Well, I'm afraid that's all there is, girl," he said apologetically. "Do you want to lick my plate off? I'm afraid I didn't leave much for you."
Her master put his plate on the floor in front of the big black girl. She could see a few bits of pancake in a pool of syrup on it. Looking up at him, she realized what she was expected to do. Leaning forward she started lapping at the plate, her large breasts hanging down, the nipples rubbing against the carpet on the floor. She licked until it was clean and got syrup on her nose and chin.
"Good job," observed the white man, "but you seem to have gotten more on your face than in your mouth! I think I see the problem here. You're not really a dog at all, are you?"
The big black girl didn't know how to respond to this. She'd hoped that the doggy game would end because she found it to be extremely degrading. However, she knew he enjoyed it. Probably for the same reason she didn't. Yet, somehow, she could feel the familiar wetness between her legs.
"No, you're not a dog," he said finally. "You're a monkey. A big fat nigger ape."
So, the game wasn't going to end, just change a little, thought Laquetta. She wasn't sure this would be an improvement, but she knew she had no alternative but to please him. Not to mention the way her pussy was reacting to the treatment she was receiving.
"Vicky," he said, turning to the white lady, "get room service to bring up a bunch of bananas for our monkey."
"Right, sir," Miz Kingsley responded, reaching for the phone.
"You like bananas, don't you, monkey?" he asked patronizingly.
Laquetta blushed and hoped he didn't expect her to make monkey noises now. Her stomach growled.
"Yes, sir," said the big black girl in a small voice.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat. "That won't do."
"Yes, this is room twelve fifteen," said Miz Kingsley into the phone as she looked on with amusement. "Send a bunch of bananas up here, will you? Our monkey is hungry... Thanks."
Another wave of shame flashed through the negro prostitute's body. So, now she was a monkey. She'd accepted the money and there was no turning back. Her heart pounded. She swallowed hard and looked up into his expressionless face.
"Ooo ooo ooo," said Laquetta, fighting back tears of humiliation. "Ooo ooo ooo ooo!"
The big black whore remained on her hands and knees, hanging her head in shame. She felt his hand on the back of her head, stroking her.
"That's more like it!" he exclaimed with delight. "Good monkey! We'll have your breakfast up here in no time."
His hand did feel good on her head. She welcomed the contact and squeezed her thighs together, putting pleasurable pressure on her swollen clit. She could tell she was aroused in spite of the humiliation or perhaps even because of it. It wasn't long before she heard a knock on the door.
"Room service," called a male voice through the door.
Miz Kingsley got up and opened the door enough to talk to the waiter, but not enough for Laquetta to be able to see him.
"You ordered bananas?" asked the voice. "For a monkey? People sure do bring all kinds of things in here."
"That's right," agreed Miz Kingsley testily. "We have a monkey in our hotel room."
"Let him in so he can see," said Laquetta's master. "Maybe he likes monkeys."
Miz Kingsley let the door swing open and the waiter came into the room. He was a young white man with light brown hair. He wore black slacks with a white shirt and tie. The dark blue blazer that he wore was too big for him and hung loosely from his slender frame. The hotel logo was on the breast pocket with a name tag, "Jimmy", pinned above it. He couldn't be more than nineteen. He even had a few pimples on his face and probably hadn't started shaving yet.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Jimmy.
Laquetta was mortified. It was hard enough to play this game with these people she was familiar with, but for a stranger to see her naked on the floor this way was embarrassing to the extreme. She tried to move around behind her master out of sight.
"Go get you bananas, monkey," he ordered. "Stop acting all shy. It's obvious you're just an animal and have nothing to be embarrassed about. Now go get them from the nice man. He brought them all the way up here for you."
Laquetta rose and walked over to where Jimmy stood gape mouthed while Miz Kingsley closed the room door with a smirk on her face. The big black girl hung her head and held her hand out to the waiter. She could see an erection tenting his loose fitting slacks.
"Ask for them, you dumb ape!" her master ordered. "You know how to do it!"
The negress felt her cheeks burn and her pulse pound. Her mouth was dry and her voice was raspy. She focused her attention on the bunch of bananas the young man held in his arm.
"Ooo ooo ooo ooo," she vocalized softly, holding her hand out further.
Jimmy put the yellow fruit in her hand, but they slipped and fell onto the floor.
"Oops," he apologized. "I'll get that."
"No, son," the master stopped him. "Let the monkey get them."
Laquetta turned and bent over to pick the bananas up, effectively mooning Jimmy.
"Look at that, Vicky!" exclaimed the older white man. "Presenting like a baboon! What a horny monkey she is!"
The big black girl quickly stood and started walking back to the table.
"I think Jimmy here likes our monkey, sir!" Miz Kingsley said knowingly as she observed the young man's obvious arousal.
"Huh?" the waiter stammered. "I uh... Sorry. I'm not used to this job yet!"
"Don't worry, son," said Laquetta's master. "I like her, too. Nothing to be ashamed of. An ape like that is almost like a woman, so it's natural to be attracted to a display like that. This one is particularly slutty and just craves dick all the time. Isn't that right, monkey?"
Laquetta stopped in her tracks and nodded her head. Almost a woman! What a mean thing to say! Why did it make her pussy throb, she wondered. Why did hearing him talk about her this way leave her sopping wet?
"I asked you a question, you big black ape!" he said sternly. "Now answer it!"
"Ooo ooo ooo," answered Laquetta.
"You keep forgetting yourself," sighed the white man. "I suppose we shouldn't expect too much from an animal like you. But, I forgive you. Now, get on your back and show the nice man what a horny monkey you are. Right now."
It was only going to get worse, the negro woman realized, and she had no choice but to play along. She was bought and paid for, after all. She got down on the floor, rolled onto her back and opened her legs.
"See?" her master said with satisfaction. "What a slutty ape she is. Show the man how much you want some dick. Take one of those bananas and shove it in your monkey cunt. Show him how you like it."
Laquetta took a banana off the bunch and placed the end at the entrance to her vagina. She looked up to see all three of the white people looking down on her with her legs splayed open. Might as well get it over with, she thought. The big black girl started pushing the yellow fruit into her hole. It wasn't all the way ripe, but it was big and stretched her painfully. Fortunately, she was well lubricated so it went in fairly easily.
"That's the way!" the man said happily. "Now fuck yourself with it like a good monkey. Just the way you like to be fucked."
The black whore started pumping the banana in and out of her pussy. It hurt, but at the same time there was some pleasure. She opened her eyes and saw her master smiling, Miz Kingsley grinning wickedly, and Jimmy still slack jawed. The young waiter's erection was plainly obvious under his pants, and he tried to adjust it discreetly.
"Let's hear it now," the older white man demanded. "I want to hear what a good time you're having."
"Ooo ooo ooo ooo!" cried Laquetta, moving the fruit in and out of her cunt with vigor. "Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo!"
"Ok, ok!" he laughed. "That's enough of that, you slutty monkey. You can eat it now."
The colored prostitute peeled the banana and started eating it as she lay on the floor. She could feel her pussy throbbing both with the pain of being stretched and the pleasure from masturbating. She didn't even think about how she must look as she crammed the fruit into her mouth. She felt like she was a monkey. The white folks watched as she finished it.
"So, what do you think of my monkey, Jimmy?" Laquetta's master asked.
"Uh..." Jimmy replied, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of the big black woman on her back, legs spread, pussy glistening. "I ain't never seen nothin' like that before, mister. But, it's fuckin' hot, that's for sure!"
"You wanna fuck her?" asked the white man. "It's a little like beastiality, I know. But that monkey cunt's mighty inviting, isn't it?"
"Are you shittin' me?" the waiter asked incredulously. "I can fuck her?"
"Sure!" the master replied generously. "That's what nigger apes are for, Jimmy. It's all they know how to do. You gotta stop thinking of her like she was a woman. I know she's got tits and an ass and a cunt hole, but she's closer to a monkey. You can just use her to bust a nut, any hole you like. We can call it your tip, how's that?"
"Hell, yeah!" agreed Jimmy enthusiastically.
"Get up, monkey," said the white man. "Get on that bed in there and present your holes." He turned to Jimmy and winked. "She looks just like a baboon in heat that way."
Laquetta rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled into the bedroom, her large breasts swinging with every motion. The way he compared her to an animal while talking to that boy, with her right there listening, was totally humiliating. He'd shamed her greatly when he'd told the boy she wasn't even a woman! But for reasons she couldn't fathom, her pussy was on fire.
The colored whore climbed up onto the bed and bent over on her knees with her ass in the air and her face on the mattress. She spread her legs until she could feel her groin stretch. The big black girl felt like a sex thing awaiting use.
"Looks like she's ready to be mounted, doesn't she?" Laquetta's master asked. "Go get her, Jimmy. Don't bother about being gentle. She's made to take it rough. Choose a hole and have fun with her."
Footsteps approached. Laquetta heard the jangle of a belt buckle and then the familiar sound of a zipper. The bed sagged and she felt Jimmy's hard dick probing her crotch. She wasn't sure what to expect since he'd been given his choice of how to use her. At last she felt the head of his cock push into her pussy. The boy was eager and she gasped as he jammed his full length into her. Stretching her. Filling her.
"Goddamn!" exclaimed Jimmy. "She's soaked! Oh, man, it feels good!"
"Oh, yeah," agreed Laquetta's master, standing in the doorway. "That monkey pussy is simply the best."
Jimmy pounded into Laquetta's cunt hole like a jack-hammer. Each thrust had her breasts swinging and her ass jiggling. The young waiter grunted with each stroke.
"Fuck, I'm gonna nut!" Jimmy gasped. "I want her makin' them monkey noises!"
"Do it, nigger," ordered the older white man. "Let's hear it."
"Ooo ooo ooo ooo," the colored whore vocalized. "Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo."
Laquetta was beyond humiliation now. She no longer cared about how degrading it was. She just wanted the white boy to keep banging her hard. She could feel a climax building inside her.
"Yeah!" cried Jimmy. "Gawd! I can't believe I'm fuckin' a ape! Fuck!"
"Louder, bitch!" demanded her master. "You're nothing but a monkey with a man's dick in you, so make your noises loud."
"Ooo ooo ooo!" cried Laquetta. "Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo!"
"Aw, fuck!" Jimmy hollered as he shot off inside Laquetta's well used pussy. "Fuck! Ahhh..."
"Ooo ooo ooo ooo!" the negress continued debasing herself making animal sounds. "Ooo ooo ooo!"
Jet after jet of hot sperm filled the big black girl's vagina. It was almost enough to put her over the top, but not quite. Disappointment started to cloud her feelings of arousal as she felt the waiter's dick soften inside her. Finally, he withdrew from her with an audible pop. She could tell her pussy was sloppy wet and that she was still very aroused.
Jimmy grunted as he rose. The bed bounced when he stood up and Laquetta felt wet semen leaking out of her cunt. She knew what obscene display she was presenting to her master and the waiter. Splayed legs, pussy gaping open, cum dripping out of her. Every bit the picture of a well used whore.
"You like fucking my black monkey?" asked Laquetta's master.
"Shit, yeah!" agreed Jimmy enthusiastically. "Man, I never fucked nothin' like that before! Hey, you need anything else while you're here, mister, just ask for me when you call down. I'll take care of it pronto!"
"I'll keep you in mind, Jimmy" replied the white man. "Maybe you'll get a chance to try another one of her holes." He raised his voice slightly to get Laquetta's attention. "You like that idea, monkey? You want your holes used?"
"Ooo ooo ooo ooo," replied the big black girl, her ass in the air, her cum leaking cunt on display. "Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo."
"See yourself out, son," instructed the older man. "And shut the door."
Laquetta heard the latch click and felt the cool room air on her wet pussy. The bed sagged and she heard her master spit behind her. A second later she felt his hand between her cheeks, spreading saliva over her asshole. She was still bracing her self for it when he suddenly replaced his hand with the head of his hard cock. He violently jammed it up her ass causing her to yelp in pain.
"What a slutty display you put on," he told her, his voice rasping. "You really are big fat fucking nigger ape. You do it so well. It makes me want to just fuck the shit out of you."
The white man pounded her ass hard. The pain was exquisite, she felt completely filled and almost like he'd split her in two. She could feel her heavy breasts stretch as they swung each time he slammed into her. Over and over again.
"Ooo OOO! Ooo OOO! Ooo OOO!" she cried, hoping that the humiliating sounds would encourage him to quickly dump his load in her and stop the pain in her abused asshole.
"That's it, bitch," he grunted. "Squeal like the fucked monkey you are! Take it, you slut!"
"OOO OOO OOO!" Laquetta exclaimed, tears falling from her eyes.
"Here it comes, monkey!" he warned her. "Take it! Take it all!"
He shoved his entire length up the big black girl's rectum and ejaculated deep inside her. She could feel his sperm shooting up her ass. She squeezed his dick to milk it all out of him.
"Ahhh..." he sighed. "That's the way, monkey. Get every drop out of it..."
Laquetta breathed hard as her master's orgasm subsided. Both her asshole and pussy were sore from hard use. She could feel both men's fluids flowing from them.
"Alright, come here and clean my cock," he ordered. "Hurry it up, I've got to get ready to go."
Painfully, the big black girl rose to her hands and knees and turned around, his dick slipped out of her ass. She leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. It tasted horrible, but she sucked it clean anyways. Finally, he stood up, pulling out of her mouth with a slurping sound.
"That's a good monkey," he praised her. "You deserve a treat."
He walked to the door as Laquetta watched from the bed, wondering what he had in mind.
"Vicky, bring those bananas in here," he called after opening the door.
In a moment, Miz Kingsley appeared holding them. She followed as he returned to the side of the bed. So that was to be her treat, she thought. More monkey food. She was still hungry, so she didn't mind the idea of having to eat a banana like a gorilla while they watched. Taking them from the white lady, He pulled one off the bunch.
"Resume the position," he commanded. "Now."
Laquetta slowly turned back around and placed her face on the mattress and her ass in the air. A moment later she flinched as she felt him shove the banana into her cunt as far as it would go. She could hear Miz Kingsley giggle.
"There's your treat, monkey," he told her, wiggling it some. "It's a perfect fit. Start fucking yourself with it. I've gotta take a shower. Don't stop until you cum. Better get it done before I get back. This'll be your last chance to get off today. If it happens after this, it'll be an accident. Now, get busy."
The big black girl reached between her legs and grasped the stem of the banana that was sticking out of her vagina. Slowly at first she started moving it in and out. It hurt and felt good at the same time. She heard him walk away.
"Better step it up, nasty girl" said Miz Kingsley. "He's not kidding. Whatever he's thinking of for you later, well, it won't be designed with your pleasure in mind, believe me."
Laquetta had been afraid that the white lady was still there, watching her masturbate. Doing it for her master or even the waiter wasn't so bad, since she did get a thrill knowing she was arousing them. Miz Kingsley, on the other hand, was not getting that kind of pleasure from her performance. Instead, she just got a perverse thrill out of having her humiliate herself this way. Nevertheless, there was no denying the pleasant sensation building up inside her as she worked it in and out faster.
"That's right," Miz Kingsley encouraged her in a mocking tone. "Pick up the pace, you black slut. You filthy animal. Fuck yourself good. If you could only see what you look like! Fat black ass in the air. It's disgraceful and obscene. You obviously have no shame at all"
"I guess this is why he doesn't use pretty blonde haired escorts for his recreation," she continued. "No white girl would degrade herself like you're doing. Not even a hooker. Not even for a thousand dollars. But a nasty nigger'd do it. You'd probably do it for loose change. You dirty whore."
Laquetta whimpered and pumped the banana in and out faster. For reasons she didn't understand, Miz Kingsley's comments were turning her on. The pain and pleasure had somehow merged into one sensation. A powerful sensation that was close to exploding.
"I am a nigger," she whispered to herself, so that the white lady couldn't hear. "A dirty nigger whore."
The big black girl continued masturbating furiously. Her pussy was contracting on the yellow fruit involuntarily. Her clit was throbbing.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" cried Laquetta as her orgasm hit hard. "Oh..."
"I can't believe you came like that," Miz Kingsley said with undisguised disgust. "You are so nasty! Well, you can just stay like that until he sees you this way, all used and slutty. I know he'll love it."
Laquetta continued to cum as Miz Kingsley berated her. If anything, the white lady's scorn was driving up the intensity level of the black whore's orgasm. She was barely hearing her anyways, being totally focused on the waves of pleasure she was feeling. She know what she must look like to the older woman, but she was beyond caring.
"So, did the nigger cum?" Laquetta heard her master say.
"Oh, yes," Miz Kingsley informed him. "The slut came, alright. You're right to have her act like an ape. That's what she is. I haven't seen a performance like this since the monkey house at the zoo."
Laquetta's orgasm had subsided and she could feel herself wet with sweat. Her clit was still throbbing and her pussy felt good in spite of the pain from her hole being stretched. Her master stood and looked down at her, still tying his neck tie.
"Eat your banana, monkey," he commanded her.
The big black girl took the somewhat smooshed up fruit out of her pussy and sat up on the bed. She peeled it carefully, but it was messy started falling apart. Carefully, she tried to take a bite out of it.
"Just cram it in, you fat ape!" he said at last. "That's what you are. Nobody expects table manners from a monkey."
Laquetta did as he said and just pushed it into her mouth and started chewing it up, getting a good bit of it on her face. She was starting to feel like a monkey now. She was embarrassed to the extreme, but she was determined to do what she was told.
"That's more like it," he smiled. "Good monkey."
Miz Kingsley just frowned and shook her head.
"I'll be back this afternoon, Vicky," he informed the white lady. "Have the nigger cleaned up."
"Yes, sir," Miz Kingsley replied. "She'll be ready for you when you get back."
"Excellent," said the white man. "I'm thinking I'll be back around two. Probably have a couple of clients with me. I'll see you then."
With that he turned and walked out of the room. Laquetta heard the outside door close. She was now alone with Miz Kingsley and that made her a little nervous. Later, she'd be entertaining more of her master's clients. Why did those notions get her already wet pussy tingling again?
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