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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 awoke the next morning next to her master. The room gradually got lighter as she lay there for a few minutes before he began to stir. Without warning he rolled on top of her and positioned himself between her open legs. He'd woken up with morning wood and in an instant he'd buried it in her unprepared pussy.
Startled by the suddenness of the act, Laquetta remained motionless in spite of the pain at being dry fucked. A few seconds later, her lack of lubrication was no longer an issue. The negress's pussy was wet with excitement at being taken in such a matter of fact way.
Her master humped her body for a couple minutes before grunting and ejaculating in her vagina. Wordlessly, he rolled back onto his side and went back to sleep. Laquetta was still on her back, semen oozing out of her used pussy, leaving a wet spot on the bed.
An hour or so later, Laquetta's master woke again and sat up. The big black girl waited to see if he'd use her to relieve his arousal again, but this time he got out of bed and went to take a shower.
"Well, girl," he said upon returning, "I'll be taking you back today. But, I want to make a couple of stops before we get you back to your street corner. We'll be leaving after breakfast."
Laquetta waited for her master to dress and then followed him out into the main room. Miz Kingsley was nowhere to be seen. A plate of pancakes were on the table along with what was left of the bunch of bananas room service had brought up the day before. He sat at the table and gestured to the floor beside his chair.
The fat negro understood what was expected of her and she knelt on the floor. He handed her a banana and started digging into his pancakes. Laquetta peeled her banana and ate it. Her face flushed as memories of her monkey performance filled her thoughts.
She was rarely ever embarrassed by anything johns had her do. Somehow, her master managed to humiliate her in ways that weren't even sexual. And for some reason, it always left her aroused.
Finally, he was finished and looked down at her.
"All right, girl," he said, "time to get ready to go. I'm afraid the hotel won't like me taking my monkey through the lobby naked, so you'll have to put your coat on first.
"Yes, sir," replied Laquetta, rising to her feet.
The big black girl went to where her hooker clothes were hanging and started to put them on.
"I said put your coat on," he told her, "not your whore outfit. Don't worry about that stuff. I'll have Miz Kingsley drop it off for you later. For now, just put the coat on and we'll go."
Laquetta did as he ordered and put the long raincoat on over her naked body. It felt odd to actually be wearing something. She'd spent the past two days completely undressed. She slipped on her pumps and shuddered. He actually expected her to go out in public with only the old second hand coat to cover her. But the idea had her pussy tingling.
She accompanied her master down the hall to the elevator without event. Laquetta knew it wouldn't be so easy getting through the busy lobby unnoticed. The butterflies in her stomach got stronger as she watched the numbered lights indicating what floor they were one. Finally, they reached the ground floor.
The elevator doors slid open and Laquetta and her master stepped out onto the marble floor of the hotel lobby. Business men and women, mostly all white, dressed in suits milled about as far as she could see. The big black prostitute again felt every eye upon her. A fat negro dressed in an old trench coat was completely out of place in the crowd.
Laquetta's master took her arm and guided her through the bustling throng. She was very aware of how her naked body jiggled under the trench coat with every step. Her breasts swayed and her booty shook. The old raincoat didn't hide the undulations of her ample flesh in the least.
White ladies looked at her with disdain. However, a few of the white men and even a couple of the women, seemed to enjoy the spectacle and had no problem staring as they drank her sensual image in. Laquetta had stripped at bachelor parties in the past, but now she felt even more naked even though her private parts were covered.
At last they reached the revolving door from the hotel lobby to the street. The black valet Laquetta remembered from her arrival on Friday night was there and spotted her immediately. Her unrestrained breasts and ass were hard not to notice. He grinned a toothy grin at her and she turned away to avoid his gaze.
Laquetta's master stepped up to a door man and told him to hail them a taxi. The uniformed white man leered at the black prostitute for a long few seconds before turning back towards the street with his arm raised and blowing his whistle. A yellow cab pulled up to the curb.
"Tip the man, girl," her master told Laquetta. "Prompt service deserves a gratuity."
"I ain't got no money, sir," Laquetta told him.
"You got somethin' better than money, girl," explained her master. "Open that coat up an' show the man somethin' good."
Laquetta bowed her head and held the trench coat open. Her saggy breasts, pudgy belly, and shaved pussy were plain to see to the younger white man.
"Sorry, pal," Laquetta's master apologized. "I don't have any cash on me. I hope my nigger's body is sufficient to show my appreciation."
"You bet, sir!" replied the doorman happily.
"Ah, a man with an eye for a fat black slut!" beamed her master. "Excellent! Go ahead and give her udders a squeeze or two with my compliments."
"Thank you, sir!" exclaimed the eager doorman. "Don't mind if I do!"
The doorman removed the white glove from his left hand and reached out and roughly groped Laquetta's heavy breasts. After a few seconds that seemed like minutes to the big black girl, he removed his hand and replaced the glove. He leaned towards the back door of the taxi and started to open it.
"Don't bother with that, pal," Laquetta's master stopped him. "It's my nigger's place to do that kind of thing."
Without fastening her coat back up, Laquetta stepped forward and opened the taxi door for her master. He got in and patted the seat beside him. The big black girl climbed in and sat down. The doorman closed the door and the cab pulled away.
"Where to, mac?" asked the scruffy looking driver.
"Down the boulevard a few miles," replied Laquetta's master. "Time to take my hooker home."
"You got it" replied the driver, putting the meter flag up.
The taxi driver was a pudgy looking white man who'd tried to comb his graying hair over in a futile attempt to disguise his baldness. He sported a few days growth of gray beard. Laquetta saw his eyes watching her in the rear view mirror more than he was watching the road. She realized her coat was partially open and her large breasts were spilling out. Her nipples were hard and almost peeking out from behind the material.
"Don't get too distracted there, buddy," Laquetta's master advised the driver. "You can look all you like when we get there."
"Hey, mac," replied the driver, "I've seen everythin' in this cab. Ain't nothin' gonna distract me too much."
"You haven't seen anything like this," Laquetta's master assured him. "I know, because I hadn't. And I make it my business to look!"
He turned to Laquetta.
"Open up for the man, girl," instructed her master. "Show the man the goods."
"Yes, sir," replied Laquetta, slowly pulling the unbuttoned coat all the way open.
"Check 'em out at the next light, buddy," he advised the driver. "I don't want you crashin' into anything once you get an eyeful of these nigger tits."
Laquetta blushed at the objectification, but held the coat open as she'd been instructed. It made her happy to know that her master was proud of her assets and liked to show them off, even to total strangers.
After a couple of blocks, the taxi stopped for a red light and Laquetta saw the driver's eyes staring at her in the mirror.
"Yowza!" exclaimed the driver. "I've had some big colored girls back there before, but I never seen 'em with their boobs hangin' out like that! They're fuckin' huge! You got yourself a good one, mac. You can take it from me."
The taxi driver continued to stare at the exposed negro prostitute in the mirror. A horn sounded from behind them. The light had gone green a few seconds earlier, but the grizzled driver failed to notice. He quickly accelerated down the road
"So, you like my nigger, then?" smiled Laquetta's master.
"Fuck, yeah!" replied the driver. "Man, I love fat niggers! All soft and round in all the right places! It's like they was made for fuckin'. Nice fat cunt that can take a poundin' an' big ol' boobs to give you somethin' to look at while you do it! An', that face! Man, I'd love to feel those big monkey lips wrapped around my dick! Pure heaven, mac."
"Well, maybe we can help each other out," Laquetta's master said thoughtfully. "How 'bout my nigger blows you for the fare?"
"Are you shittin' me?" asked the taxi driver. "The fare ain't that much."
"Nope, she's already paid for so it doesn't matter to me," shrugged Laquetta's master. "What do ya say?"
Laquetta's face burned listening to her master bartering her services in exchange for cab fare. She'd sucked a few dicks for taxi rides before in the past, but it was always a bargain she'd struck for herself. This time it was out of her control and had no say in the matter. She was just a warm mouth to be used as her master pleased.
"It's a deal, mac," agreed the driver, hastily putting the meter flag down. "I ain't had a nigger in weeks. I ain't had a nice fat one like that for even longer!"
"I'm headed to Wolfie's," said Laquetta's master, the deal concluded. "A couple more blocks. Pull into the alley next to the building. That should give you a little privacy."
"Works for me," the taxi driver replied. "I know the place. Ain't that a biker bar?"
"Yeah, it does have a certain ambiance," the white man admitted. "But, it's just the place for what I have in mind."
A sense of foreboding crept over Laquetta's mood. The big black girl had never been to that particular establishment. She'd heard about the kind of crowd that hung out there. It was only a few blocks away from her own place of business.
Laquetta saw the motorcycles parked at the curb in front of a brick faced building with a neon Budweiser sign in the lone window. A square florescent lit sign over the wooden door. On top it proclaimed Budweiser to be the "King of Beers" and underneath that "Wolfie's Tavern" was spelled out in black block letters.
The taxi pulled into an alley next to the building. Laquetta and her master got out while the driver turned off the motor and opened his door. The balding white man licked his lips as he eyed the big black girl's body, her coat still hanging open and her naked body exposed.
The cab driver walked past a stack of beer kegs and turned around. He fumbled with the zipper on his pants and pulled his cock out. Laquetta looked at her master, who gestured towards her next customer.
"Can she take that coat off?" inquired the driver. "I wanna good look at her first."
"Sure," agreed Laquetta's master. "Gimme the coat, girl. Man wants to see what he's gonna be puttin' his dick in."
Laquetta blushed as she took off the raincoat and handed it to her master. She stood naked in the alley, dressed only in her pumps. They were in shadows, but the afternoon sun still provided plenty of illumination. Anyone walking by would be able to see her nudity and what she was doing.
"Turn around so I can see that big fat booty, girl," ordered the driver. "Then get on your knees an' wrap those monkey lips around my dick."
The negro prostitute slowly turned around to give the cab driver a complete look at her naked black body. The pudgy white man again licked his lips in anticipation of the pleasure of the flesh he was about to experience. Laquetta knelt in front of him and reached up to take his now erect cock into her mouth.
At first, he just stood there with his hands on his hips while Laquetta slurped and bobbed her head on his cock. Her master leaned against the hood of the taxi and watched. The pungent sweaty man smell filled her nostrils. She could taste the bitter pre cum already oozing out the tip of his dick.
Laquetta jerked the cab drivers shaft with one hand and caressed his hairy nut sack with the other as she continued to slurp and lick on the head of his cock. He started breathing heavily and she felt his thick meaty hands on the back of her head, silently urging his dick further into her mouth, occasionally hitting the back of her throat.
The taxi driver pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, his hands trapping her head, forcing her face up against his crotch. His pubic hairs brushed against her nose and his fat belly was pressed against her forehead. She was no longer really sucking him. He was simply using her mouth as if it were a pussy.
Gagging and sputtering, Laquetta gasped for breath as the cab driver relentlessly fucked her face. She could feel his balls twitch and she braced herself for the flood.
"Oh, shit!" cried the driver as he ejaculated in the negro prostitute's mouth.
Laquetta fought to suppress her gag reflex as spurt after spurt of thick creamy liquid coated the back of her throat. The driver jammed his dick even further into her mouth, his balls resting on her chin.
"Suck it, monkey," croaked the driver. "Suck it dry."
At last, he was spent. The cab driver stepped back and slipped his slobber covered dick back into his pants. Laquetta remained on her knees, her head bowed.
"That's one fine cock suckin' nigger you got there, mac!" said the driver with satisfaction. "Mighty fine. I ain't had my knob polished like that in years. Yep, nothin' sucks dick like a fat nigger. I don't know why that is, but it's true."
"You won't get an argument out of me," agreed Laquetta's master. "She's the best. Say, buddy... Just to let you know, this nigger sets up shop just a few blocks down the street. You oughta look her up sometime."
"You know what?" replied the taxi driver. "I might just do that. Well, I gotta go. Thanks for the use of your nigger whore, mac. I'm much obliged."
"Forget it, buddy," Laquetta's master said magnanimously. "An' thanks for the ride."
The cab driver got back into his taxi and back out of the alley, leaving Laquetta kneeling naked on the ground with her master standing over her. Degrading as this all was, hearing the white men express their satisfaction felt good. She loved knowing her master thought she was the best, even if it was the best cocksucking whore.
"Put this back on," he instructed her as he handed her the coat. "They might have a dress code for ladies in here."
Laquetta blushed in shame and stood up, brushing the grit off her knees. She put the coat on and followed her master around to the front of the bar and in the big wooden door.
After the daylight on the street, the dimly lit bar hid the interior completely from Laquetta as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. A long bar with stools in front of it, a few beer taps on the other side, and bottles lined a mirrored wall. Small tables were scattered around the rest of the room. In the back were a couple of pool tables.
A dozen or so biker types were at the pool tables. A few white women looked from the nearest bar tables, glasses of beer in front of them. The bartender looked up at Laquetta and her master. Laquetta quickly realized she was the only black face in the bar.
Longish gray hair with a few strands still black reached the man's collar. His beard was gray, too, only the mustache was still mostly black. He wore blue jeans with a leather vest over his shirt. But what struck Laquetta were the man's eyes. One was blue and the other brown.
"Hey, Wolfie!" Laquetta's master greeted the man. "How the hell are you?"
"Yo, bro!" grinned Wolfie. "Ain't seen you a while. What brings you 'round here?"
"I'll tell you, Wolfie," the white man explained. "I got this nigger here paid for and I gotta couple more hours on her. Your place was on the way to where I got her from so I figured I'd share the wealth, so to speak."
"Uh huh," Wolfie replied.
The strange looking white man eyed the negro hooker hungrily. His name was fitting, thought Laquetta, he did resemble a wolf. She couldn't look away from his mismatched eyes.
"You sure can pick 'em, bro," said Wolfie after giving Laquetta the once over. "This one looks like a big fat ape! My dicks hard and I ain't even seen the goods yet!"
"Shit," exclaimed Laquetta's master. "Where's my manners?" He turned to the big black girl. "Lose the coat, girl. Let my buddy here get a good look at you."
Laquetta couldn't believe he was telling her to strip naked in this public bar with all these people here. None seemed to be paying attention, but she knew that could change in a second. Still, that was what her master said so she quickly took the trench coat off and draped it over a bar stool.
"Turn around, sweetheart," Wolfie told her. "Let's see that ass."
They never could wait to see her big black ass, thought Laquetta. On the one hand, the way these men all looked at her as if she were nothing but a piece of meat was thoroughly degrading. But, on the other, she couldn't deny the fact that they were paying her a compliment of sorts in their own perverted way. Clearly, they liked what they saw. She was ashamed by how much she liked that.
"Not bad, bro," said Wolfie. "I'd love to have me some of that."
"Then have some!" replied Laquetta's master. "Take her in the office if you're too shy to bend her over the bar!"
"I ain't gonna fuck nothin' out here, man!" laughed Wolfie. "Not even no nigger. I'm a gentleman. You oughta remember that."
"Oh, yeah," chuckled Laquetta's master. "I keep forgetting. Go have your fun with her. I'll wait out here."
Laquetta looked quickly into her master's face. He smiled back and leaned close to her.
"Don't worry, girl," he said quietly. "Wolfie's okay. And, I'll watch your coat."
Wolfie took Laquetta by the arm and headed for the back of the bar. The bikers at the pool tables looked up as the bartender walked the naked black prostitute past them to a door marked "Private". She could feel their eyes boring in on her.
Glancing back, Laquetta saw the same hungry look look on their faces she'd seen on most of her master's friends. Clearly they all had similar tastes. The white biker women didn't look so pleased that the negro was attracting their men's attention this way.
Inside the office was a plain wooden desk against the wall with an old wooden desk chair in front of it. An overflowing file cabinet and stacks of boxes lined the other wall. A grimy window barely let any light in.
"Bend over the desk, honey," ordered Wolfie. "I like fuckin' niggers doggy style."
Wolfie planted his hand in the middle of Laquetta's back and pushed her over the desk, her face resting on a stack of papers. She heard him fumbling in a desk drawer. Suddenly she felt something cold and metallic go around her wrist. He yanked her other hand back and fastened another steel bracelet around her other wrist behind her back. The bartender had handcuffed her and rendered her helpless.
"Sorry, baby," he apologized breathlessly. "This is how I like it. Hope you don't mind."
Laquetta said nothing and remained still, her heart pounding in her chest. Wolfie nudged her legs further apart with his boot and unzipped his jeans. The big black girl felt the gray haired man's hard dick poking her crotch. All at once, he penetrated her with a grunt, eliciting a gasp from her. She was surprised to realize her pussy was well lubricated already and he entered her easily.
"Yeah, that's the way..." he rasped. "Soaked... Fuckin' niggers... No wonder I got a hard on for 'em. You love it like this, don't you? Slutty whore. I bet you'd do it for free."
The negro whore merely whimpered as the white man pounded her defenseless pussy. Wolfie had Laquetta pinned face down to the desk. Her hand cuffed wrists resting on the shelf of her fat black ass. She felt something, maybe a pen, pressing against her breast, and she tried to move, but he held her fast.
"That's it, baby," murmured Wolfie. "Go ahead an' struggle. I love it. But you ain't goin' nowhere 'til I dump a load in that sweet nigger pussy. Damn, you feel good. I could fuck your black hole all day."
Laquetta decided to simply remain still and let Wolfie have his way with her. There was no point in trying to get comfortable. All she could do was take it. The white man started pounding her harder, causing the desk to rattle.
"Oh, yeah," Wolfie vocalized. "You got the good pussy all right... Give it to Wolfie, bitch. That's it."
Now the desk was banging against the wall while Wolfie slammed his raging hard cock deep into Laquetta's pussy. Finally, he jammed it in to the hilt, his balls slapping against her fat thighs.
"Fuck!" he cried. "Take it, nigger! Take it all, you fuckin' nigger bitch!"
The negress felt the strong jets of semen blast into her well used pussy. Wolfie must not have cum in a week, thought Laquetta. He just kept cumming and cumming. The big black girl squeezed his dick with her vaginal muscles, draining the seed from him. At last, she felt him soften and slip out of her vagina. He let his weight up off her back, but she remained motionless.
"That's it, baby," sighed Wolfie. "You got all I got. You're a good fuck. I like to do it all, but I loved the way you milked my dick at the end. You're quality. The man sure knows how to pick a nigger."
"Thank you, sir," replied Laquetta, her voice muffled.
"Don't mention it, sweetie," said Wolfie. "Here, let me help you up. Hookers sometimes jus' go ballistic when I slap the cuffs on, but damn, it feels good to bend a nigger over and fuck her while I'm lookin' at her hands all helpless behind her back. Mighty satisfying, believe you me. You were a good sport about it, an' I appreciate that. Stand still an' I'll get 'em off you."
"Please sir, not yet," Laquetta spoke up. "Let me clean your cock off first."
"You're fuckin' all right," Wolfie praised her. "That's what I call service!"
"Thank you, sir," Laquetta replied with the hint of a bashful smile on her face.
The big black girl struggling to her knees. The white man helped steady her. It was awkward to kneel with her hands cuffed behind her back. Once she was on the floor, Laquetta leaned forward and slurped Wolfie's slime covered dick between her thick negro lips. She sucked hard since she couldn't hold his cock. She ran her tongue over his cock without letting it slip out of her mouth. Finished, she let his member slide out, and she looked up at him. He patted her head, making her feel like a big puppy dog.
"I swear, girl, you're the best fuck I've had in a long time," Wolfie told her. "Get up and I'll let you loose."
"Thank you, sir," said Laquetta. "I'm glad you liked it."
Wolfie helped the big colored girl to her feet and went around behind her. Laquetta listened as the locks clicked and the hand cuffs came off. She stood there rubbing her wrists while he put them away in a desk drawer. He headed for the door and she followed respectfully.
Again, all eyes tracked Laquetta as she walked behind Wolfie back to the bar where her master was waiting.
"So, what did you think of my nigger?" asked her master.
"Man, I'm in love!" exclaimed Wolfie. "I don't know what you're payin' her, but it ain't enough whatever it is. Where the fuck did you find her?"
"Just down your street," replied Laquetta's master. "You just gotta look harder, Wolfie. They're out there waiting to be found. Think the boys will like her?"
"Are you serious?" asked Wolfie. "You want her in the box?"
"Sure," Laquetta's master answered. "That's what I brought her here for. Let's go."
Laquetta was feeling apprehensive again. The box? She wasn't sure she liked the sound of that. Her master along with Wolfie led the way towards the back of the bar. Next to the office was a dark corridor with a dimly lit sign over it marked "Restrooms".
Four doors lined the hallway. The first one was an odd short door, barely reaching Laquetta's chest. The next was normal sized, but unmarked. The next two were more conventionally labeled, one "Men", and the other "Ladies".
Wolfie opened the short door and Laquetta's master gestured towards it.
"In you go, girl," he ordered. "This is the box. There's a hole in the wall inside. Wrap your lips around whatever comes through it. That's all there is to it. Got it?"
"Yes, sir," replied Laquetta nervously.
The big black girl got on her hands and knees and crawled into the small room. Room was too generous a description since the ceiling wasn't high enough for her to stand. It was literally a box. A short stool was in the middle of it and she sat on it. She watched anxiously as the door closed, leaving her in darkness.
Laquetta sat on the stool waiting to see what would happen next. It didn't take long to find out. She heard muffled voices followed by a door opening and closing. A light came on and shown through a round hole several inches wide right in front of her face. Through it, she could see the fly on a pair of blue jeans and a hand unzipping it. The cock that came out was still soft, but it's owner stuck it through the hole anyways.
Remembering her master's instructions, Laquetta leaned forward and took the stranger's cock through her lips and began sucking on it. She could feel it growing inside her mouth until she could barely contain the entire member. Bobbing her head on the tip and stroking the base with her hand, it wasn't long before she heard moans of pleasure from the other side of the wall. Without warning, the unseen stranger shot off, dumping his load down the negro's throat. She hungrily swallowed it down.
Laquetta watched through the hole, hoping to see more of the stranger she just blew, but her view was very restricted and she saw nothing else. This was truly objectifying. Anonymous cocks shoved through the hole by men whose faces she never even saw. To them, she was just a mouth and tongue, nothing more. After he zipped up, whoever it was simply left only to be quickly replaced by another man.
This one had blonde hair, assuming the carpet matched the drapes. Unlike the first man, his dick was erect and ready. Laquetta reached for it and grabbed it with one hand around the base. It was so thick her fingers didn't come close to touching. She pulled forward on it as she bent to take it in her mouth.
Apparently that was too much stimulation for the unseen blonde man. His cock abruptly exploded in the negro's face. The first blast hit Laquetta in the cheek. The next one right in the eye. Undaunted, the black prostitute wrapped her lips around the ejaculating penis and took the rest of his load down her throat.
"Shit," whispered a voice from the other side of the wall. "That was fast."
"I hope it still made you feel good, sir," said Laquetta, hoping that it was all right for her to speak.
"Well, yeah..." replied the voice.
"Can I give you some more, sir?" Laquetta asked sincerely.
The man didn't withdraw from the hole, so Laquetta took that as her cue to continue. She slurped the gooey flaccid dick into her mouth and gently sucked on it. The man may have had a hair trigger, but he still had a few bullets left. In less than a minute the negro felt the white man's cock growing hard in her mouth. She reached up and caressed his balls and began bobbing her head on his now erect member.
"Oh, yeah," he murmured as once again, he released into Laquetta's waiting mouth.
The amount wasn't a copious as before, and she had no problem swallowing it all. The moans of pleasure she heard told her that she'd done the right thing. She wasn't going to leave any of them unsatisfied since she didn't want to reflect poorly on her master. Certainly, the all knew whose she was.
Drained for a second time, the stranger withdrew his cock, and Laquetta heard him zip up and fumble for the door handle. Then he was gone as suddenly as he'd came.
Immediately following the blonde stranger was one with thick black curly pubic hair. Laquetta slurped it in and went to work on it. Once again, she was surprised by the suddenness and force of the new stranger's ejaculation. She swallowed most of it, but some escaped her lips and drooled off her chin onto her naked chest.
This process repeated itself over and over. Laquetta quickly lost track of how many stranger's dicks had shot off in her mouth, dumping their loads down her throat, occasionally leaking out and dripping on her breasts. Her jaw ached, but the just kept coming. After what seemed like hours, the last saliva coated cock withdrew but wasn't replaced with another.
The small door opened and light streamed in. Her master was waiting for her when she emerged. Wolfie was standing beside him. Laquetta crawled out of the small room and stood.
"Only one more hour to go," said her master. "I'm only paying through six. But, there's still something else for her to occupy herself with. Come with me, girl."
Laquetta followed her master past the unmarked door and into the men's room. It was filthy. The floor was grimey. The wastebasket was overflowing with paper towels. Two urinals were mounted on the wall, but one of them had yellow plastic tape over it marked "Caution". Thankfully, she couldn't see into the toilet stalls. She could only imagine their condition.
"It seems Wolfie can't afford to fix the broken urinal," her master told her. "So I've offered your services to replace it for a little while."
"I'll just label you, so there's no confusion with my patrons," said Wolfie.
The gray haired man produced a felt tip marker and stepped up to her. Across her naked chest he wrote "nigger urinal". Laquetta was taken aback. Her master was actually going to subject her to such a degrading humiliation.
"On your knees, girl," he ordered her. "I know you do a fine job as a piss drinker. I'm sure you'll do well here."
Laquetta kneeled with her back to the broken urinal, fully aware she was it's replacement. Her master put an old coffee can next to her kneeling form. It was labeled "tips".
"Let me be the first," said Wolfie. "Open up, sweetheart."
Wolfie stepped up to Laquetta and unzipped his fly. He produced his dick and pointed it at the black prostitutes face. She opened her mouth and waited. Seconds later, the gray haired man let loose a stream of urine that splashed into her open mouth. She swallowed as best she could, but some spilled over her lips and ran down her chest, puddling between her knees.
The white man who'd just used her in such a degrading way zipped up his fly and reached into his pocket. He threw a couple coins in the coffee can. They rattled around before settling.
"I'll be back at six to collect you," her master informed her, stepping to the door.
Wolfie stopped to wash his hands before following him out. Laquetta was left alone, kneeling in front of the out of service urinal on the men's room floor. She was marked for service in it's place and was humiliated.
The door swung open and a fat man with a long black beard wearing jeans and a sleeveless denim jacket took his place in front of her. He whipped out his dick and stepped close to her, putting his cock in the negro's face. Immediately, a stream of piss found it's way into her mouth. She sputtered and choked, but swallowed most of it. He shook it off in front of her, droplets of urine falling on her naked body. He didn't bother to wash up before he left, but at least he threw a couple coins in the coffee can.
The procession continued with occasional gaps when Laquetta was left alone, bathing in the humiliation and funky odor. When the door next swung open, the three biker babes walked in.
"So here's what's got the men folk all charged up," said one with long blonde hair wearing a denim miniskirt and a too small tee shirt with motorcycle logo on it. "A nigger urinal. I think I'll try her out myself."
"She looks pretty nasty, Charlene," said a brown haired girl dressed in a short skirt and a suede vest with no shirt visible underneath.
"So what?" replied Charlene. "Kelly go watch the door. I don't want any of them walkin' in on me."
The third girl, a red head with curly hair backed away to the door, never taking her eyes off of Laquetta's kneeling form.
"On your back, nigger," ordered Charlene. "I don't pee standing up."
Laquetta silently obeyed and lay down on the filthy floor in front of the broken urinal. Charlene pulled her panties off from under her miniskirt and squatted over the negress's face. The black prostitute opened her mouth just in time to receive the white girl's urine. Most of the stream went down her throat, but the last few spurts just splashed on her face.
The colored girl proceeded to lick the blonde's pussy off when it was clear she'd finished relieving herself. She sucked off a few drops clinging to her light brown pussy hairs.
"Lick my asshole, too, whore," ordered Charlene. "That's what niggers are for."
Laquetta obeyed and ran her tongue between Charlene's butt cheeks and licked her pink puckered asshole. The white girl got up and put her panties back on, standing with the negro's head between her feet.
"You need to use the toilet, Wendy?" asked Charlene. "She's better than what they got in the ladies room."
Wendy smiled and lifted her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. The brunette squatted over Laquetta's face and let loose a stream of piss that hit the colored girl on the nose before she could adjust herself to take it in the mouth. She swallowed until the white girl had emptied her bladder. The negro prostitute licked her bare pussy clean.
"I didn't know you kept yourself shaved," said Charlene. "Nice."
"Big John likes it that way," replied Wendy. "Dwayne, too."
"If you wanna pee, Kelly," Charlene told the red head, "now's the time."
Kelly came over and slipped off the green hot pants she was wearing. Like Wendy, she was wearing nothing underneath them. She kneeled over Laquetta's head and positioned her pussy over the negro's mouth. Her curly red pubic hairs tickled the black girl's nose. Her musk filled her nostrils.
"Eat me, slut," commanded Kelly. "Show me what you're good for."
Laquetta instantly began licking the red head's pussy. Kelly's clit popped out from between her pink labia and the prostitute began to gently suck on it. The white girl moaned with pleasure and ground her cunt into the negro's face.
"Ahhh... Ahhh...," squeaked Kelly, her pussy gushing.
The colored girl kept lapping the red head's slit until she felt her relax. No sooner had that happened when she felt another flood of hot liquid as Kelly peed in Laquetta's face. The black whore got her mouth open and caught most of the white girl's urine, but alot of it had run over her face and her head was now resting in a puddle of piss.
Kelly got up and Laquetta heard a few coins clank into the coffee can. The white girls took turns washing their hands in the sink and then left together.
Laquetta waited for a moment before getting to her feet. She mopped up the puddle with some paper towels and tried to dry herself off with limited success. She smelled like piss and there wasnt' much she could do about it.
The door swung open while she was still at the sink. It was her master.
"Finish getting yourself cleaned up," he told her, "we're leaving."
He picked up the can and left. Laquetta washed up as best she could using the sink and hand soap. She dried herself with paper towels. Stepping out into the bar, she walked naked across the room to her master's side. He handed her the trench coat which she gratefully put on.
Wolfie and the rest of the biker bar patrons watched as they left. The sun had descended behind the buildings and the street was in shadow. Laquetta's master led the colored girl into the alley where the taxi had deposited them.
"Well, you're off the clock, girl," said her master. "Miz Kingsley will be here soon with your clothes. I wouldn't mind knocking off a quick piece before she gets here."
"Yes, sir," said Laquetta. "How do you want me?"
"Up the ass," he told her. "Bend over that keg."
"Yes, sir," replied the fat black whore.
Laquetta let the trench coat fall to the ground and stepped to the beer keg against the wall. She felt her master step behind her and his cock was quickly between her ass cheeks. She was unlubricated, but took his dick in her asshole with barely a whimper.
Slowly at first and faster as he went, her master fucked his black whore up the ass. It was painful for her, but she didn't care. He grunted and ejaculated in her rectum. He stepped back from her and she turned and kneeled in the gritty alley way.
"Can I clean your cock, sir?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes, nigger," he granted her. "Go ahead."
Laquetta took his cock into her mouth and sucked and slurped until it glistened. He put it away and zipped up. She patiently waited for his next order.
"Good girl," he praised her. "Stand up and put your coat on."
The big black girl struggled to her feet and brushed off her knees. She put the jacket on and was buttoning it up when the black sedan pulled up to the curb just past the entrance to the alley.
"I'm staying here," he told her. "Miz Kingsley will take you where you want to go. You've pleased me tremendously, girl. I'm very proud of you."
"Yes, sir," she replied, a little disappointed that he wouldn't be joining them. "Thank you, sir."
"Pissy nigger," observed Miz Kingsley, wrinkling her nose as Laquetta climbed in. "I don't know how you do it."
Laquetta told Miz Kingsley her destination and they were off. When they arrived at the rough looking high rise building where she lived, the white lady handed her a bag containing her clothing and purse.
"I've got to say I'm impressed," Miz Kingsley said. "You're a tough girl. I think I understand now what he sees in you besides those big fat udders. I know I'll see you later. I'm looking forward to it."
Laquetta got out of the car, taking the bag with her. Miz Kingsley pulled away. Well, she thought, that was a surprise. She'd had the impression that the snooty white lady resented her and didn't like her. She'd certainly taken delight hurting the negro prostitute and humiliating her.
The big black girl went up to her apartment and looked through her things. In her purse was an envelope that read "nigger". In addition she found a pager. She was happy to see that he wanted to be able to contact her easily.
In the envelope was her money. Miz Kingsley had told her she'd be paid five hundred dollars, but instead there were twenty crisp one hundred dollar bills. Two thousand dollars! Laquetta was happy to see he valued her so much. And he'd obviously decided to pay her extra even before her service at the bar.
She decided to take a shower since the wash up in the men's room hadn't been very effective. Not to mention getting the "nigger urinal" label off. Plus, her master's cum was still leaking out of her sore asshole. The warm water would feel good.
Laquetta brought the pager with her into the bathroom, just in case her master called.
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