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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
Laquetta sat nervously on the edge of the bed as Miz Kingsley glared at her. The big black whore couldn't bring herself to look up into the white lady's face. She was ashamed at the way she'd completely let herself go and just given into her own animal pleasures, cumming hard under the elegantly dressed older woman's watchful gaze.
The colored girl was also well aware of the bits of banana mush on her face and hands. That and the semen she could feel leaking out of her ass and pussy made her feel embarrassingly unclean.
"Go wash your face and hands," ordered Miz Kingsley. "Be quick about it."
Laquetta stood and walked to the bathroom. She could feel the pain in her stretched holes with each step. Again, she avoided looking at the white lady.
Running the water in the sink, she looked up into the mirror. How had she found herself in this position, she wondered. She'd been selling her body on the street for a number of years now. There was no doubt in her mind that what she did degraded her. Long ago, she'd gotten over that and just focused on the money she got and not what she had to do in order to earn it. In fact, she'd come to think of herself as being in control of situation.
No longer. Everything was different now. First of all, this white man had taken possession of her. She didn't feel in control anymore at all.
Second, the way he treated her. He didn't treat her like a whore. A whore is still a person. He treated her like an animal. An object. A thing.
Third, the things he made her do. Making her act like a dog. Like a monkey. Like a foot stool. Making her put on a show for strangers in order to amuse and entertain them. Even as jaded as she'd become, it humiliated her.
But the most shameful thing about it all was her own reaction to it. She didn't find herself simply putting up with it. Enduring it for the sake of the cold hard cash she'd receive. No, she was aroused by it. She found herself looking forward to it. Craving more.
Then there was Miz Kingsley. Laquetta didn't like her. The white lady was obviously disgusted by her. She was mean to her and took delight in seeing her hurt and humiliated. Why did that make her want to serve her? To be used by her? The big black girl was filled with conflicting feelings.
Her hands and face clean now, Laquetta turned off the water and dried off. Naked, she returned to the bedroom to find Miz Kingsley standing next to the bed with her hands on her hips, an impatient look on her face. The negress quickly looked down at the floor.
"You better cast your eyes down in the presence of your better, bitch" hissed the white lady. "Get over here at once!"
Laquetta shuffled across the carpet to where Miz Kingsley stood, never looking up. The big black whore hung her head, staring at the white lady's shoes.
"Look at you," the blonde haired woman spat out. "A big fat black whore. That's all you are. A filthy whore! It's the same thing in every city. He finds the most disgusting creatures and has me fetch them so he can put his dick in them! Does he want a sweet white girl? No. Does he want a svelte, shapely woman? No. He wants a slutty whore, thick lips, big saggy tits, and a fat black ass. I'm beginning to understand it, though. He doesn't want a woman at all. He wants a beast. A beast like you."
Laquetta just stood there, her face burning, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She could do nothing other than listen to Miz Kingsley berate her. She knew her pussy was creaming up in spite of the shame she felt. The older woman stopped talking and all that the negress could hear was the white lady's breathing and her own heart pounding.
"I want to hurt you, Laquetta," Miz Kingsley finally spoke. "I want to make you feel pain. And you're just going to take it because I want you to. Do you understand?"
The big black girl felt a knot instantly forming in her stomach. Now she was nervous. In some ways, the white lady scared her. But, she felt powerless. Not only was she bought and paid for, but she knew that the older woman was her master's agent. She knew she had to obey her as she obeyed him.
Whap!
Miz Kingsley slapped her hard across the face. The shock of it stung as much as the pain.
Whap!
"I asked you a question, bitch!" the white lady said angrily. "Answer me!"
"Yes, ma'am," Laquetta replied softly, her voice cracking. "I understand."
Whap!
"Next time you'll answer immediately when your better speaks to you!" Miz Kingsley demanded. "Got that?"
Whap!
"Yes, ma'am!" cried the negress.
Suddenly, the colored whore saw the white lady's hands reaching for her breasts. Miz Kingsley took Laquetta's nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and roughly lifted them. The big black girl gasped as her nipples were painfully stretched by the weight of her large floppy mammaries.
"On your knees, slut," croaked Miz Kingsley.
The negress gingerly got on her knees. The white lady lowered her arms some, but didn't release her grasp on the big black girl's breasts. This lifted them higher, stretching them further, and hurting them more. Laquetta whimpered and tears formed in her eyes.
"See?" asked the older woman. "He doesn't care if I play rough with you. You're just a toy to him after all. So long as I don't break you, I can do what I want! And this is what I want! Tell me you love it, whore!"
Tears streamed down Laquetta's face and she winced in pain. She knew Miz Kingsley resented the attention the white man gave her and now the blonde was intent on taking her displeasure out on the hapless negro.
"I... I...," stammered Laquetta, sniveling. "I love it, ma'am. Just like you say."
"Of course you do," grinned Miz Kingsley, tugging harder on Laquetta's tortured teats. "You just love the attention, don't you? You black slut."
"Owww!" Laquetta cried in pain.
Miz Kingsley abruptly let go of Laquetta's nipples and the big black girl's breasts flopped onto her chest making a soft slapping sound. The negro prostitute couldn't help but notice the white lady's scent and realized the older woman was sexually excited.
"On your back, bitch," ordered Miz Kingsley.
The white lady lifted one leg and planted her shod foot between the colored whore's breasts and shoved her over onto the floor. Miz Kingsley's heel dug into Laquetta's tender flesh. At last, the negress looked up at her tormentor. The blonde's eyes were shining and her face was flushed. The big black girl felt a knot in her stomach and jolt to her pussy when she saw that the other woman was holding a belt in her hand.
Miz Kingsley stepped over Laquetta's prone body. She turned around and squatted over the negro's head, facing her feet. The white lady wasn't wearing any panties and her pink pussy and puckered asshole were clearly visible.
"Lick me, slut," growled Miz Kingsley. "Lick your better's asshole, you filthy thing."
Laquetta poked her tongue out and pressed it between Miz Kingsley's cheeks. She obediently licked the white lady's asshole in the hopes of mollifying her.
"That's it!" exclaimed the blonde. "Lap it up! That's what you're for! Shove it in! That's where it goes!"
The big black girl pushed her tongue hard against the white lady's anus, pushing it open slightly. She realized just how degrading this act was, but felt her pussy gushing.
Miz Kingsley lowered herself some more and Laquetta licked up and down the crack of the white lady's ass, stopping to push her tongue into her asshole and work it around. The older woman was clearly aroused by the combination of physical pleasure as well as the rush of dominating the big black girl so thoroughly.
Laquetta strained to push her face between the white lady's cheeks and lapped eagerly. Knowing that Miz Kingsley thought she was nothing but an ass licking whore shamed her. But, the negress squeezed her thighs together involuntarily, masturbating in response to this debasement.
The big black girl continued her ministrations for quite a long time. Her tongue was sore with fatigue and her jaw ached, but she kept it up. She was completely absorbed in licking the white lady's ass and showing her that she knew her place. Laquetta's own coochie was soaked.
"Enough!" Miz Kingsley barked finally. "Now, eat me, bitch! And you better make it good."
The white lady adjusted herself so that her cunt was right over Laquetta's mouth. The negress could see her hairy pussy in front of her face. The blonde's pink pussy lips parted as she squatted over the black whore's face.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
Laquetta felt the belt hit her hard between her legs and she instinctively closed them to ward off the blows.
"Open those legs this instant!" Miz Kingsley commanded her. "Don't you dare disrespect me that way again, you whore! Now start lapping and don't stop until I tell you to!"
Her pussy burning from the belt strokes, Laquetta opened her legs as ordered. She felt completely exposed and vulnerable. She knew she was totally at the white lady's mercy. She started to taste Miz Kingsley's cunt.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
The negro's vagina was throbbing from the pain of the blows. She struggled to keep her legs open to give the blonde woman continued access to her sensitive sex so as not to disrespect her abuser.
"That's for not keeping them open before," the white lady announced.
Whap! Whap!
Laquetta yelped with each blow. Miz Kingsley sat further back, virtually smothering the big black girl. The blonde rocked back and forth as the negress licked her and struggled to breathe.
"Those are just because it feels good to beat your nasty hole, bitch," said Miz Kingsley huskily. "Every time you cry out, I think I'm gonna cum! Now, keep it up!"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Miz Kingsley was using the belt on Laquetta's pussy like a jockey urging her mount towards the finish line. The negro woman was in agony, but kept legs open and her vagina available for further abuse. The blows landed on her swollen labia and clitoris which screamed in pain.
"That's the way, slut!" cried the white lady. "That it! Keep going now! Stick that tongue up my pussy!"
Whap! Whap! Whap!
The colored whore pushed her tongue in the white lady's vagina causing her to moan with pleasure. Finally, Laquetta was rewarded with a gush of stickiness in her face.
"Oh! Yes!" Miz Kingsley exclaimed and rocked back, sitting up. "Fuck!"
The big black girl kept licking the length of the white woman's slit as the blonde ground her pussy into the negro's face. At last Miz Kingsley stopped.and just sat there panting. Laquetta, mindful of her instructions kept her tongue moving.
Whap!
The negress flinched as the belt landed hard on her tender sex. At the same time she could feel herself creaming.
"That's enough licking for now," the white lady sighed. "Now I have to pee. Better get ready, whore. Spill any and I'll beat you cunt raw."
Laquetta quickly got her mouth up against Miz Kingsley's crotch and waited. It wasn't long before she felt her urine flowing, the jet of hot liquid hitting the back of her throat. Dutifully, the black whore swallowed it.
"Gawd, you're a filthy animal," Miz Kingsley marveled. "I can't believe you actually lay there and allow yourself to be used as a toilet. Now lick me clean."
The big black girl licked the white lady's pussy. The taste of her piss burned in her mouth. The older woman stood and looked down at her.
"Disgusting," she said. "Get up."
Laquetta rolled over onto her hands and knees before standing. Miz Kingsley watched her as she struggled to her feet.
"Look at me," commanded the white lady.
The negress looked up just in time. The blonde spat in her face. Laquetta stood there, humiliated, as the saliva dripped off her cheek.
"Dirty whore," said Miz Kingsley. "Dirty, dirty whore. Go get cleaned up, if that's possible. Then you may crawl out and place yourself at my feet."
Laquetta burned with shame. How could she allow herself to be treated that way? Why did she want to do it so bad? Her nipples ached and her pussy was throbbing with pain from the belt whipping she'd taken. Her face was coated with Miz Kingsley's slime and spit.
"Thank you, ma'am," said Laquetta gratefully. "Thank you for using me."
A strange smile came over Miz Kingsley's face.
"You're welcome, Laquetta" she said. "Any time."
The white lady then turned and left the big black girl alone in the room. The negress watched her leave and then went to run the water in the tub until it ran hot. Gingerly stepping into the shower, the water felt good on her; even where her abused flesh registered pain..
Laquetta's hand soon found its way between her legs, but her pussy was too sore from the whipping to give herself any pleasure. She washed the white lady's juices off her face and rinsed the pissy taste out of her mouth. Not wanting to keep her waiting, the large black woman finished up and quickly toweled herself dry.
Remembering her instructions, the big black whore got on her hands and knees and crawled out into the main room. Miz Kingsley was sitting in the easy chair, reading an entertainment magazine, Still on all fours, she made her way over to her.
Miz Kingsley lifted her feet up and gestured to the spot in front of the chair. Laquetta went to the spot the woman indicated and waited. The white lady rested her feet on the negress's back and went back to reading.
Together they waited for the master's return.
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