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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
Myrna still had to come home late on Thursdays so her mother could have the apartment to herself to entertain her boss. Although the black teenager had helped Gloria serve Mister Gantner in the past, she hadn't been asked to participate since her relationship with Dylan had gone from boyfriend/girlfriend to master/servant.
By the time Myrna arrived, Mister Gantner was long gone and Gloria was in her housecoat preparing dinner. The colored girl couldn't help but imagine what might have gone on earlier during her absence. She also wondered when she'd be involved again. She'd find out right after dinner.
"Mister Gantner wants you here next Thursday when he comes over," said Gloria, after sitting down in the living room.
Immediately, Myrna's mind flashed back to the time she had to perform for Gloria's boss during one of his visits. Having to strip and display her body for him had been at once humiliating and exciting. Memories of watching him fuck her mother while she put on a show for him still got her pussy buzzing.
"Okay," Myrna replied. "I was wonderin'... You were gonna tell me how you got with Mister Gantner, but you only been tellin' me 'bout his daddy."
"I guess you right," conceded Gloria. "I never got to that part of the story."
"I first got with his son a few months after I turned sixteen an' ol' Mister Gantner started fuckin' me when ," she continued. "He was a little older 'n me an' we called him Mister Steve back then."
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One Saturday mornin' in the summer, Mama come into our room an' tol' us 'bout what was gonna happen.
"Ol' Mista Gantner gonna be comin' by later on," she says. "He's gonna be bringin' his son 'long wit' him. Now, it's jus' gonna me an' Gloria here to meet 'em so Donna's gonna be goin' off wit' Daddy to a movie or somethin'."
"How come I can't stay?" says Donna.
Mama tol' her, "'cause that's how the man wants it, an' we do it the way the man says."
Donna weren't too happy 'bout it an' it showed. She always looked forward to ol' Mister Gantner comin' by an' usin' us all. She was usually the center of attention even though he ain't fucked her or even had her suck his cock yet 'cause she's only thirteen. But, he always had his eyes on her while he was doin' it to Mama or me.
"Don't worry too much, baby," Mama went on. "You gonna get to meet him soon enough. You jus' gotta be patient."
"Okay," Donna says.
"The young gen'leman's name is Steve," says Mama, "an' since we can't be callin' 'em both Mista Gantner, we's gonna call him Mista Steve. He ain't much older 'n Gloria, but he's a white man an' we gonna show him proper respect, jus' like his daddy. Course, his daddy's the boss, but they is both "Sir" to us."
I was already thinkin' what it'd be like havin' to be all respectful to some boy 'bout the same age as me an' do like he said. I ain't know why, but it had my coochie tinglin'.
"Now, Gloria," she says to me. "You gonna put on yo' nice new skirt an' that sleeveless top I jus' got fo' you. I want you lookin' good fo' the nice young man even you ain't goin' on no date wit' him. You ain't gonna need no bra or panties 'cause they jus' get in his way. Make sure you all cleaned up an' shaved smooth fo' Mista Steve. Un'erstan'?"
"Yes, Mama," I says.
I was wonderin' why Mama bought the new skirt an' blouse for me when it ain't time to go back to school yet. I guess she already knowed that I's gonna be meetin' Mister Steve.
Donna an' Daddy was already gone when I come outta the shower. I got dressed in the stuff Mama said an' come out into the main room. She was already waitin' there, but she was only wearin' her robe with nothin' on un'erneath.
"Ain't you gonna get dressed?" I ask her.
"No, baby," she says. "This ain't gonna be 'bout Mista Steve watchin' me strip. It's gonna be 'bout him gettin' a good first look at a bitch nigga. So, when ol' Mista Gantner tell me to get naked, I gotta be ready to do it quick fo' him."
I ain't even have time to sit down 'fore ol' Mister Gantner an' his son was at the door. Mama went an' let 'em in. Mister Steve looked real handsome wit' brown wavy hair. He looked over at me when he came in the room an' I couldn't help blushin' an' feelin' all shy even though I knowed this ain't no date or nothin'.
"Afternoon, Ernestine," says ol' Mister Gantner. "You remember my boy Steve?"
"Afternoon, boss," she says to ol' Mister Gantner. Then she smiles at Mister Steve an' says, "I sho' do 'member him! It's a honor to have you visit our home, Mista Steve, sir. This is my baby girl, Gloria."
Mister Steve kep' his eyes on me the whole time.
"Hello, Mista Steve, sir," I says, all bashful.
He ain't say nothin', but he smiled at me. I felt it right 'tween my legs, too!
Ol' Mister Gantner went an' sat down in daddy's chair like always. Mister Steve sat on the chair next to it.
"Can I get y'all somethin' to drink, boss?" Mama asked ol' Mister Gantner.
"If you got some o' that lemonade, bring it on out," he says.
"Right away, boss," she says an' heads into the kitchen.
"You look real pretty in that dress, girl," says ol' Mister Gantner.
"Thank you, boss," I says.
"Don't you think so, Steve?" he asked his son.
"Yeah, she's real pretty," Mister Steve says, still smilin' at me.
He was lookin' me up an' down an' I could see he had a little bulge in his jeans so I knowed he liked what he saw. I couldn't help blushin' some more, havin' a handsome white boy checkin' me out an' gettin' hard from it.
"Thank you, sir," I says to him.
Ol' Mister Gantner says, "Go 'head an' sit down, girl."
"Yes, sir, boss," I says an' sits down on the couch next to Mister Steve.
Mama come back with two glasses of lemonade for them an' handed 'em out. Ol' Mister Gantner took a sip of his while Mama stood next to him.
He says to son, "Like I was tellin' you, you're gettin' to be the age where boys can get into trouble with girls. Y'all got your hormones ragin' an' got a hard time controllin' yourselves. I know a young man's got urges an' needs, 'cause I was a young man once myself."
"Now, you can't go doin' those kinda things with a white girl. It ain't right, an' besides, ain't no respectable white girl gonna do 'em anyways. Least ways, no white girl you'd wanna marry is gonna do 'em."
"What you can do is use a nigger to satisfy them urges. Bitch niggers like these got all the same female parts a white woman got, only darker an' bigger. You don't gotta worry 'bout gettin' carried away with 'em an' gettin' too rough or too nasty. You can do whatever you want with 'em; stuff you can't never do with a white lady, even if you're married to her."
I dunno why, but hearin' him talk about me an' Mama like that had my coochie twitchin'. I liked the idea o' bein' a "bitch nigga" for him an' his boy. I wondered how Mama liked it. I figured she felt the same as me.
So, ol' Mister Gantner asks his son, "So, you wanna see what a nigger's got to offer?"
Mister Steve grins an' says, "Well, yeah!"
Ol' Mister Gantner laughs an' says, "I figured you would!"
He looked over at Mama standin' there in her robe an' tells her, "All right, nigger, get naked an' display yo'se'f for the boy."
Mama says, "Yes, sir, boss" an' took off her robe. She weren't wearin' nothin' under it so she was standin' there naked in front of ol' Mister Gantner an' his son. She done like he said an' displayed for 'em with her hands behind her head an' her legs apart. Mama opened up her mouth an' laid her tongue out the way we always did. She even squatted down some so the boy could see her coochie okay.
Mister Steve got all wide eyed starin' at Mama standin' there like that. I could see his cock was standin' up in his pants. Ol' Mister Gantner had a tent in his trousers, too. Since she had her eyes downcast out o' respect, I knowed Mama saw they was both hard. I bet she was proud to get such a rise out of that young white men an' his daddy that way.
Ol' Mister Gantner says, "Now, that's a damn site better 'n some girlie magazine, ain't it, son?"
Mister Steve was still starin' at Mama an' nodded.
The ol' white man says to him, "See how she's standin' there? That's the position we train niggers to get into for inspection. Hands behind the head so they don't get in the way of seein' the goods, plus it reminds her how she's on display for her betters' enjoyment. She got her mouth open, lookin' all invitin', an' her legs open, too. That's to show how she's fully available an' ready for use."
What he was sayin' an' how Mama was jus' standin' there with them seein' everythin' was gettin' me all worked up. I couldn't help squeezin' my thighs together an' rockin' back an' forth a little.
He says to Mama, "Bend down, nigger, so we can see them udders hangin' all nice."
Then he says to his son, "Jus' look at them jugs... They're like big ol' cow udders. You ain't gonna find jugs like that on a white girl. If you like 'em big like that, you gotta use a nigger. You don't hafta be gentle with 'em, either. A white lady's delicate, but a nigger's made to be used an' used hard."
Mama ain't say nothin', I don't think she felt it would be polite to speak up while ol' Mister Gantner was talkin' to his son. She jus' bent over an' let her big ol' titties hang free. Ol' Mister Gantner reaches up towards her titties an' starts slappin' at 'em an' gets 'em swayin' back an forth.
"See?" he says an' gives Mama's titties one more slap, harder than the others.
Mister Steve jus' says, "Damn..."
Ol' Mister Gantner tells him, "Go 'head an' touch 'em. No need to be shy about it."
So, Mister Steve puts his hand on Mama's titty an' starts feelin' on it. Then he switches off to the other one.
He says, "They're so soft..."
His daddy says, "Yeah, these niggers got nice soft udders. Go 'head an' have a feel 'tween her legs. Check out her cunny. It's real soft, too."
He reaches down an' puts his hand 'tween Mama's legs an' starts feelin' on her coochie.
"It's real warm, too," he says. "An' wet."
Ol' Mister Gantner says, "They love gettin' attention. A good bitch nigger always moistens up when she's displayin' for her betters. See, it's a natural response for 'em. The body knows it's gonna get used an' likely the cunny's gonna get poked, so it moistens up to get ready for it. Once it starts gettin' touched, it usually ends up soaked so you can slide right on in with no fuss."
He was talkin' 'bout my Mama like she was nothin' but a animal! It was gettin' me so worked up! I wanted 'em to do me that way, too. I hoped I wasn't gonna hafta wait too long for it, 'cause if I kep' squeezin' an' rockin', I was gonna bust.
Then he asks his son, "You feel her gash?"
Mister Steve says, "Yeah."
Ol' Mister Gantner says, "Feel that little fleshy nub at the start of it? It oughta be pokin' out from 'tween her cunny lips."
He says, "Yeah."
The ol' man says, "That's her clitty. If you wanna get her more worked up, you can play around with it. That'll get her goin'."
Mister Steve looked up into Mama's face while he was movin' his hand around 'tween her legs. She moaned an' I could see her droolin' a little, what with still holdin' her mouth open with her tongue out.
His daddy says, "Oh, she likes that, son! She can't hardly control herself. You're the one in control. See how she's slobberin' some? I love gettin' a nigger worked up that way."
The young white man jus' kep' workin' Mama's coochie. She was humpin' at his hand an' her titties was swayin' on their own.
Ol' Mister Gantner went on, "See, you can't do this kinda thing with a white lady. It jus' ain't right. A white lady'd be dyin' of embarrassment gettin' played with like that an' losin' control o' herself. With a nigger, it's the exact opposite. She loves the attention an' wants to be controlled by her betters. She ain't gonna care 'bout bein' embarrassed or nothin'. She's gonna jus' enjoy gettin' played with."
Mister Steve says, "She's humpin' my hand! Damn!"
His daddy says, "She can't help it. It's like when you scratch a dog's belly an' his hind leg moves. Same thing with a bitch nigger. Rub on the cunny an' she's gonna hump back at you. Personally, I like it."
He says, "Me, too. I think it's cool."
Ol' Mister Gantner says, "Let's see somethin' else." He says to Mama, "Turn aroun' an' present for the boy, nigger."
Mama got a flustered look on her face an' I figured she was disappointed that Mister Steve was gonna stop rubbin' her coochie.
Then the ol' man says, "Take your hand out from 'tween her legs, son. A good nigger ain't gonna move away from a white man's touch. It ain't polite. Thing is, I tol' her to turn 'round, an' she wants to do like she's tol'."
Mister Steve pulls his hand out an' says, "Oh..., sorry."
His daddy says, "You ain't gotta apologize. You still learnin' how to use a nigger. You'll figure it out, don't worry 'bout that."
Mama stood up straight and turned away from him. She bent over with her legs way apart. She reached back with both hands an' spread her cheeks a little. I knowed them white men was gettin' an eyeful of her stuff. Mama's ass was right in front of Mister Steve's face an' he was jus' starin' at it.
Ol' Mister Gantner says, "Now that's some prime nigger fuck meat, son. See how she holds her butt cheeks apart a little? That's trainin'. She's got 'em far enough apart so we can see her butt hole an' cunny, but not so far that it stretches 'em out an' distorts 'em. You can jus' see the pink of her cunny hole 'tween her lips, but not right up her. It's the view I like best, so that's how she does it. Like I was sayin', she's a real good nigger an' always wants to please her betters."
The son says, "I see what you mean."
The ol' man says, "Go 'head an' get a sniff. Nigger cunny smells great."
Mister Steve turns red, "Dad! You're embarrassin' me!"
Ol' Mister Gantner says, "What you got to be embarrassed about? It's jus' us guys here. Don't worry 'bout what the nigger thinks. For one thing, it don't matter what she thinks. For another, she's jus' happy to please. A good nigger is proud you're enjoyin' her, no matter how you're doin' it."
The son leans towards Mama's coochie and says, "It does smell good."
The ol' man says, "Course it does. They keep themselves nice an' clean an' fresh for us. See how her cunny's got no hair? I have the niggers shave it off an' keep themselves nice an' smooth. I love seein' the goods without no hair gettin' in the way."
Mister Steve ran his finger down the crack of Mama's ass an' across her coochie. He played with her clitty 'til she started moanin' again.
The daddy says, "That's the way to do it. You're learnin' fast. Jus' do like you please with her. That's what she's for. Same thing with that one over there. I bet the girl's all worked up watchin' all this. She's prob'ly jealous that her Mama's gettin' all the attention."
I'd jus' been watchin' everythin' like it was a movie or somethin', like I weren't really there. Now they was all lookin' at me, I got all embarrassed 'cause I knowed jus' how worked up I was from it all. I didn't know what to say so I ain't say nothin'.
Ol' Mister Gantner says, "Okay, son. Now you know how it is an' I think you're ready to go on your own. I'm jus' gonna take the mama off an' get some relief. You can go 'head an' enjoy the girl. She's a real good nigger. You can do what you want with her an' she'll do what you say. Don't worry 'bout knockin' her up, she's on the pill."
I couldn't believe ol' Mister Gantner was jus' givin' me to his son like I was some kinda thing to use. I couldn't believe how worked up the idea got me either. I only jus' met Mister Steve an' now I's supposed to let him do whatever he wanted an' do like he said. Course, I ain't mind 'cause he was a white man even though he ain't much older 'n me. Also, he's real handsome.
Mister Steve was grinnin' at me when he says, "Okay."
The way he was lookin' at me had my coochie jumpin'.
Then his daddy says, "It's okay if you don't last long. It's natural to bust quick the first time you do it with a girl. The nigger ain't gonna mind. It's a compliment to 'em to get a white man to bust fast. You're young an' you'll be ready to go again right away. You can jus' do it to her 'til you're spent. She might start gettin' sore by the third time, but that's what they're for, so don't worry 'bout it."
I knowed that a white girl'd be horrified hearin' some man talk 'bout her that way, but to me, it was drivin' me crazy. I wanted Mister Steve to do it to me bad.
Ol' Mister Gantner says to Mama, "Let's go an' leave the boy alone, girl. I'm gonna bust pretty quick myself, so you gonna hafta suck me hard so I can do you again."
Mama stood up an' smiled all happy an' says, "Yes, sir, boss!"
The ol' man took Mama off into her bedroom an' closed the door leavin' me alone with Mister Steve. He sat there lookin' at me for a minute 'fore he said anythin'.
Finally, he says, "Get over here."
I stood up an' says, "Yes, sir."
It felt a little funny callin' him "sir", seein' as how young he was, but he was still a white man an' I hadta be respectful. I went over an' stood in front of his chair where Mama was standin' before.
He asks me, "So, you gotta do whatever I say, right?"
I says, "Yes, sir. I'll do like you say."
He thinks for a bit an' says, "Show me your boobs."
It was feelin' even more real now an' my coochie was jumpin'. This handsome white boy wanted to see my titties an' I hadta show 'em to him. I knowed he was gonna fuck me later on, too, an' that really had me goin'.
"Yes, sir, " I says.
I lifted my blouse up to my chin an' stood there with my titties out for him. He jus' stared at 'em smilin'. His cock was still standin' right up in his jeans an' I knowed it was 'cause o' me now an' that made me happy.
He says, "You got nice big boobs. I like 'em."
I blush an' says, "Thank you, sir."
He asks, "How come you ain't wearin' no bra?"
I says, "Mama said it'd get in your way so I ain't wear one. Did you want me to be wearin' one?"
"No, I like it better this way," he says. Then he asks, "You gotta let me do what I want, too, right?"
I says, "Yes, sir. You can do whatever you want wit' me."
He reaches out an' starts feelin' on my titties. I liked it.
He tol' me, "Take off your blouse an' bend over so they hang like your Mama's did."
I pulled my top off an' leaned towards him like he wanted. My titties weren't nearly so big as Mama's then, but they still hung down some. Mister Steve seemed to like 'em well enough. He got to squeezin' on 'em and pinchin' on the nipples. He was gettin' a little rough with 'em, but I didn't say nothin' 'bout it. I jus' stood there an' took it. 'sides, I liked it.
He started slappin' at 'em like his daddy done to Mama's an' they got to swingin' back an' forth. He slapped 'em harder an' harder an' they was bumpin' into each other. It started hurtin' some, but I ain't care. A handsome white boy was usin' me like a nigga an' I was lovin' it.
"Don't that hurt?" he asked.
I ain't know what to say 'cause I ain't want him to stop. I wanted him to enjoy hisself with me. Thing was, I knowed it was best not to lie to a white man. I'd jus' tell him the truth an' let him do what he wanted.
"Yes, sir, it hurts some," I says.
He stopped slappin' on 'em an' looked up at me.
He asked "How come you didn't say anything?"
I says, "Cause you ain't ask me, sir. You can do what you want wit' me even if it hurts. I'm a nigga, sir. That's what I's for."
He looked down at my titties for a second an' then looked back up at me.
He asks me, "Don't you want me to stop?"
"No, sir," I says. "I want you to enjoy yourself usin' me. I like what you're doin' to me."
He went back to slappin' my titties. They was startin' to get sore 'cause he kep' slappin' the same spot.
"So you like that?" he asks. "You like gettin' your boobs slapped around?"
"I like it from you, sir," I says.
He slapped my titties one more time an' took his hand away an' watched 'em until they stopped jigglin'.
Then he says, "Show me your cunt."
I stood up with my legs apart an' lifted my skirt up high.
He says, "I thought you were sixteen, but you ain't got no hair yet."
I says, "I shave it bare jus' like my mama 'cause that's how yo' daddy likes it. Do you like it like that?"
He put his hand down there an' started feelin' on the front o' my coochie.
"I like it," he says. "It's so smooth..."
I tol' him, "I jus' shaved it this mornin' for you."
He looked up at me an' smiled. I hoped he'd like hearin' that. It was the truth, too.
He reached 'tween my legs so I squatted down an' parted my thighs so he could get at everythin' easy. His hand felt good on my coochie.
"Nice an' soft...," he says. "Turn around an' bend over like your mama did."
He took his hand away an' I done like he said an' turned away from him an' bent over with my legs apart. Even though I's used to presentin' like that for ol' Mister Gantner, it was embarrassin' to be showin' my privates off like that for some boy I jus' met. But, I's pretty sure he'd like seein' em so it weren't too bad, an' him bein' a white man, I gotta do it anyways. I reached back, flipped my skirt up onto my back, an' spread my ass out the way his daddy liked it.
Mister Steve started runnin' his finger down my ass crack an' over my asshole. He couldn't see it, but I's blushin' like crazy 'cause I's so exposed to him. He put his finger in my coochie hole as far as he could an' felt around inside. It was kinda humiliatin' jus' standin' there bent over while he played with my privates, but it was gettin' me really worked up, too. I knowed I was sloppy wet from the sounds it was makin'.
"Let's go in your room," he says.
Mister Steve got up outta the chair an' I stood up, too. I headed to my room with him right behind me. When we got in there, he closed the door behind us.
"Take the skirt off an' get on the bed so I can fuck you," he tol' me. "My dick's about to bust."
"Yes, sir," I says, all bashful.
I ain't know why I was feelin' all shy now 'cause I knowed what was gonna happen. Still, that ain't stop me from doin' like he said. I undid my skirt an' let it drop on the floor. I lay down in the bed on my back an' spread my legs for him.
Mister Steve jus' dropped his pants an' got up 'tween my legs. His cock was standin' straight out an' it bounced a little while he was gettin' in the bed. I liked how it looked an' I loved knowin' it was all hard 'cause o' me. I wanted to feel it inside me bad.
"Stick it in," he says.
I reached down an' got hold of his cock an' put the head 'tween my lips right to my hole. He pushed it right in. It felt good, too. He only managed to stroke it in an' out a couple times 'fore I felt him shootin' off inside me. I's surprised he ain't last more 'n ten seconds 'cause his daddy usually lasted long enough to start gettin' me sore.
He rolled off me an' lay on his back next to me. I watched his cock get soft. It was all shiny with my slime an' some jizz was still comin' out.
I asked him "Can I clean yo' pecker off, sir?"
He says, "Sure."
I got up on my hand an' knees an' crawled around 'til my face was down over his crotch an' started lickin' his cock.
He was kinda su'prised 'bout what I's doin' an' he says, "I thought you were gonna use a washcloth or somethin'."
I asks, "You want me to do that?"
He smiles an' says, "Oh, no. This is better."
I smiles back an' gets back to lickin' the slime off his cock. I slurped it on into my mouth an' sucked on it some, too. I couldn't believe it, but his cock was gettin' hard again! His daddy ain't get hard again like that when me or Mama cleaned him up after he been fuckin' us. I figured it was diff'rent with a young man. He was 'bout ready to do it to me again an' he jus' busted a couple minutes before!
After I's done, I gave him a kiss on the tip of his cock an' smiled at him.
He says, "Get on your back an' spread your legs."
I says, "Yes, sir!"
I laid back down an' opened my legs up for him. Mister Steve jus' rolled back on top of me an' took hold of my titties. He started suckin' on one an' then the other. He squeezed on 'em kinda tight an' sucked hard, too. It hurt a little, but I liked it anyways. Then he was pokin' his cock into my crotch. He sure was ready to go!
I asks him, "You want me to put it in for you?"
He says, "Yeah."
Like before, I took hold of his cock an' put up to my hole. He shoved it right in an' started fuckin' me hard. I started humpin' back at him so he'd go in deeper each time.
He says, "Lay still. I jus' wanna fuck your cunt."
His daddy never tol' me to keep still while he was fuckin' me. Usually, I'd be sayin' stuff to ol' Mister Gantner 'bout how I's his nigga an' how it's his cunny an' stuff like that 'cause he liked it an' it got him more worked up.
I got the idea his son ain't wanna hear nothin' an' jus' wanted to use my body. Course, I wanted Mister Steve to have me the way he wanted so I ain't say nothin' more an' jus lay there while he done it to me like I was nothin' but a cunt for him to fuck. It weren't easy to keep still 'cause the way he was usin' me was gettin' me real worked up, but I done it.
Mister Steve lasted a lot longer that second time. When he finally busted his nut, he jus' kinda gasped an' grunted an' lay on top of me for a bit. Then he rolled off like before an' lay next to me, breathin' hard. It was like he jus' jerked off wit' my coochie an' it made me feel like a thing 'stead of a woman. It was nasty, but I liked it.
He says, "Come here an' clean my dick off like you did before."
I says, "Yes, sir," an' goes an' does it. I even kissed the tip like I done the first time. Doin' that shows the white man how we niggas 'preciate gettin' used by 'em an' ol' Mister Gantner seemed to like it. Judgin' my how his cock was twitchin' while I was doin' it, Mister Steve liked it, too.
Outside the door in the main room, we could hear ol' Mister Gantner talkin', so we knowed he was done usin' Mama. Mister Steve got up an' pulled his pants up. I got up, too. I could feel his jizz runnin' down the inside o' my leg. Made me feel like a used nigga an' that got my coochie jumpin' all over again.
He says, "Let's go on out there."
I followed him out into the main room. Ol' Mister Gantner was sittin' in Daddy's chair an' Mama was kneelin' on the floor next to him. He looked me up an' down an then he grinned at Mister Steve.
Ol' Mister Gantner says, "Looks like you're a man now, son."
Mister Steve jus' grinned back at his daddy.
The ol' man says, "So, how's that nigger cunny? Pretty sweet, huh? How many times you do her?"
The son grins some more an' says, "Fan-fuckin'-tastic! I only done her twice, but man..., it was great!"
Ol' Mister Gantner says, "Jus' like I tol' you it would be. Wait 'til she's trained as good as her mama. She'll be squeezin' your pecker so good, you ain't gotta move an' you'll still get off. Next time you can fuck the mama an' you'll see what I mean. Jus' between you an' me, you ain't never gonna get pussy as good as that from a white girl 'cause no respectable white girl's gonna learn how to do it. We's lucky to have niggers like this to use, son. Don't you forget it."
Hearin' 'em talk that way 'bout me an' Mama was gettin' me even more worked up than I was already. As nasty as it was, it made me feel proud... an' special. Mister Steve fuckin' me had me pretty close as it was, an' now I was 'bout to bust.
Finally, the ol' white man stan's up an' says, "We better get goin', son."
Mama looked up at ol' Mister Gantner an' says, "Thank you fo' comin' over an' usin' us, boss. We's honored to serve you an' yo' son."
Then, she got down on all fours an' started kissin' an' lickin' on the ol' man's shoes. I got down on the floor, too, an' crawled over to where Mister Steve was standin'. I put my head down an' kissed his shoe an' then licked it.
Ol' Mister Gantner says, "Yep, we got some fine niggers, son. See how they pay their respects to their betters? There ain't nothin' like 'em."
When Mama got back up onto her knees, I did the same. We said our goodbyes to 'em, an' they was gone.
"You done good, Gloria," Mama says to me. "You got to be that nice young white man's first. You is a lucky nigga, an' that's fo' sho'.
"I know," I says to her.
She went into her bedroom to wait for Daddy to come home. I went into the shower to get some relief. It didn't take long.
* * *
"So, that's how it was when Ol' Mister Gantner brought his son to our house," Gloria continued. "He tol' him how it was an' showed him how to use a nigger. I was proud to be his first."
"Wow," said Myrna. "He's been usin' you from the start."
"Yep," agreed Gloria. "An' he keeps comin' back for more. Now he wants to use you."
"You mean like..., fuck me?"
"That's right, girl."
Myrna immediately started imagining what it would be like serving a grown man old enough to be her daddy. She'd enjoyed showing off for him all those months earlier, but this was taking things to the next level and it was heating her up. But she still had one nagging concern.
"What about Dylan?" asked Myrna. "I mean... he's my boyfriend. I kinda feel like I'd be... cheatin' on him."
"Oh, don't worry 'bout that," said Gloria. "Mister Gantner wants Dylan here, too."
"He wants Dylan to come, too?!" Myrna was surprised.
"That's right," Gloria replied. "He's a gentleman an' he ain't gonna go fuckin' another man's nigga behind his back. I been tellin' him 'bout Dylan an' how he's comin' along."
"You told him... everything?" asked Myrna, shocked.
"Of course," answered Gloria. "By rights, I'm still Mister Gantner's... Mister Steve's nigga. He's the one what said I could serve Dylan an' get used by him. He ain't got no son hisse'f an' I think he wants to show Dylan 'bout niggas the way his own daddy done for him back in the day."
Myrna thought about it some more. Given the background she just heard, maybe that was only natural. Gloria had been serving Mister Gantner and his daddy since she was a teenager and nothing had really changed. Of course she was still his. And, knowing her mother's feelings, of course she wouldn't be messing around behind his back.
Still, she wondered how her boyfriend would react to meeting her mother's boss and learning that he knew what they'd all been doing. Would he be upset? Would he get into it? Would he treat her any differently?
"I don't know how to tell Dylan...," said Myrna. "He doesn't know what I already done with Mister Gantner, either."
"We'll jus' let Mister Gantner handle that," replied Gloria. "After all, he's the boss an' we's jus' niggas. We ain't gotta worry 'bout it. We jus' gotta keep doin' like we's tol'. 'sides, I think Dylan's startin' to un'erstan' how it is wit' niggas an' this is part of it. It's time he learned more 'bout what's goin' on so he can make up his own mind."
Ultimately, Gloria was right, thought Myrna. Now, all she could do was bring Dylan over next Thursday and see what happened.
Next: Chapter 18 - Dylan's Education
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