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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 waited until the day before Mister Gantner's upcoming visit to tell Dylan about it. She still hadn't figured out how to tell her boyfriend how she'd "performed" for her mother's boss and how he'd taken quite a few liberties with her naked body. Maybe Gloria's idea of just leaving it to Mister Gantner was best. All she'd have to do now was extend the invitation and let him take care of the rest later.
"Remember how I tol' you 'bout my mom's boss always comin' over on Thursdays?" asked Myrna as they walked together after school.
"Yeah," Dylan replied.
"He... wants to meet you... tomorrow," Myrna explained.
"Me?" Dylan seemed surprised. "Why would he wanna meet me?"
Myrna looked looked around to be sure no one could overhear them and said, "You know how you been... usin' us? Well, that's what he does with my mom on Thursdays. He comes over an'... she... serves him."
"You mean like fuckin' her?" he asked.
"Yeah. She pretty much does whatever he says an' lets him do whatever he wants with her. It's been goin' on as long as I can remember. She tol' me it's been goin' on since they were both our age. He even did the same kinda things with her an' her mom, my grandma, as you do with us."
"Wow! That's cool! But what's that gotta do with me?"
"He kinda knows 'bout what we been doin'," answered Myrna. "See, the way my mom sees it... she's kinda like... well... his... nigger. Like, since back when she first met him. The only reason she felt like she could do what she's been doin' with you is 'cause Mister Gantner said it was okay."
"You mean she's gotta get permission from him?" Dylan asked.
"Well, yeah. That's about how it is. So, she's been tellin' him 'bout you an' me an' her an' now he wants to meet you."
"He's not pissed at me, is he?"
"Oh, no, it's nothin' like that," Myrna answered quickly. "My mom thinks he wants to show you more about how to... uh... use us. She says his daddy showed him back then usin' my mom an' her mom. She thinks he wants to show you the way his daddy showed him."
"Seriously?" Dylan replied, smiling. "I don't know that I need lessons. I do pretty good already."
"Yeah, you do," blushed Myrna. "You do real good. I don't think it's about how to fuck or anything... I don't exactly know what he's got in mind. My mom jus' tol' me to tell you how he'd like to meet you tomorrow."
"Okay. I guess it'll be alright," allowed Dylan. "So..., what you said about her bein' his... You mean he's your mom's boyfriend or somethin'?"
"Uh..., no. She's... well... like I said, she's his nigger to use how he wants, whenever he wants. They don't go on dates or anythin' like that. He jus' comes over an' fucks her or whatever an' that's about it."
"You mean she has to let him do that 'cause he's her boss?"
"It's not like that. She lets him do it 'cause it's her place to do it. My mom's serious about bein' a nigger an' servin' him. To her, it's like that's what she's for. She likes it that way."
"I think it's pretty cool," said Dylan. "It's like she's kinda like a... well... a slave or somethin'."
Myrna was relieved that Dylan wasn't upset about Mister Gantner's knowing their business. Judging by the way he was talking, he liked the idea of Gloria's relationship with her boss and understood why she had to tell him.
"So, you'll come an' meet him tomorrow?" asked Myrna.
"Sure," Dylan agreed. "It sounds like it could be hot."
Myrna hoped he'd still feel that way after learning what she'd already done for Mister Gantner. Hopefully, Dylan would understand that she had no choice but to comply with him. Now that the meeting was definitely going to happen, the colored girl felt even more anxious and excited.
* * *
On Thursday, Myrna and Dylan were on their way up to her apartment knowing that her mother and Mister Gantner were there waiting for them. The black teenager felt nervous, not knowing what to expect when she opened the door. In fact, she even considered knocking first, but decided to just put her key in the lock and let herself and her boyfriend in.
Seated on the couch, Mister Gantner looked up as the two teenagers entered the apartment. Wearing a polo shirt and khaki slacks, he looked like he was dressed for the office. Gloria was kneeling on the floor beside him, naked, her head bowed. Her nipples were hard, like dark brown pebbles. She was a slave at her master's feet.
"Well, hello," Mister Gantner greeted them cheerfully. "Good to see you again, Myrna."
"Hello, sir," replied Myrna.
Rising from his seat, Mister Gantner held out his hand to Dylan.
"And, you must be Dylan," he went on. "I've heard a lot about you. Glad to finally meet you."
"Glad to meet you..., uh..., Mister Gantner," Dylan said awkwardly as he shook hands with the man.
"Please, call me Steve," replied Mister Gantner. "No need for you to be formal with me. It seems we have plenty in common. Have a seat."
"Okay, Steve," replied Dylan as he sat on the couch.
Mister Gantner sat back down next to him. Myrna wasn't sure what to do and looked down at Gloria. She felt her face flush warm when she noticed the streaks of dried semen on her mother's face and one of her breasts. It seemed the white man had already used her before their arrival. After a moment's hesitation, the colored girl knelt on the floor next to her boyfriend's feet. She saw Mister Gantner glance at her and smile. She knew she'd done the right thing.
"I don't know how much Myrna's told you about me," said Mister Gantner. "Actually, I'm not sure just how much she knows about me either. My family and Myrna's go back a long ways. I've known Myrna's mom since we were your age, and that's quite a while."
"Our families have always had a... hmmm... let's call it a special relationship," he continued. "They've served us for generations and have done an excellent job of it, too. They know their place and are happy in it. For our part, the Gantner's have always taken good care of them and made sure that they have everything they need. It's mutually beneficial, but we don't really think of it that way. We all understand our parts of the relationship, and, to us, it's perfectly natural. It's how things are and ought to be. Does that make sense to you?"
"I think so," said Dylan.
"Good!" smiled Mister Gantner. "I figured you'd understand. When Gloria here told me how Myrna'd found herself a white boyfriend, I was glad to hear it. The females in her family are... naturally drawn to white men, so I wasn't surprised. I was especially pleased to hear how quickly you got comfortable using them. Most white men these days would have a hard time overcoming the social stigma about taking charge of willing niggers and enjoying them the way they were meant to be. The fact that you could, is why I wanted to meet you and get to know each other. Like I said before, I think we have plenty in common."
"I guess we do," allowed Dylan. "I couldn't believe it when Myrna's mom wanted her to... serve me. I really couldn't believe it when Gloria actually wanted to teach her how to do it an' showed her, too."
"She's a fine nigger, isn't she?" grinned Mister Gantner. "Her mama trained her well and now she's training her girl, too. I'm very proud of her."
Myrna glanced over at Gloria and saw her mother beaming with pride; clearly happy to hear the words of praise from the white man.
"She's great," agreed Dylan. "I love how they do whatever I want an' if I don't know exactly what I want, they do somethin' I like. It's like doin' stuff for me is what makes 'em happy. It's fantastic."
"It is," said Mister Gantner. "That's the thing a lot of people don't get about this. You don't have to worry about making them do something they don't want to or anything like that. They're happy to do whatever you want, no matter what it is, because you want it. If you like it, they like it. It's that simple. It doesn't matter if it's embarrassing for them or even if it hurts a little. Knowing they're pleasing you makes it all worth it for them and more."
Mister Gantner reached over and stroked Gloria's head. The colored woman smiled happily at his touch. Dylan watched and drank it all in.
"Personally, I love having a nigger do embarrassing things for me," he continued. "It's adorable to see them humiliate themselves for my enjoyment knowing they're getting off on pleasing me. I understand you like that, too."
"Huh?" replied Dylan. "What do you mean?"
"I don't mean to embarrass you, Dylan," said Mister Gantner. "Sorry if I did. Gloria told me how you've had her and Myrna display their bodies to you and how you've had them kissing and making out with each other. Having them crawl and lick boot humiliates them, as well. I love it. Don't you?"
"Well, yeah," said Dylan. "I like it. Seein' two girls goin' at it is hot. Seein' 'em crawl like that is... well... it's hot, too."
"Yes, it is," agreed Mister Gantner. "Very hot. But, doesn't the fact that they're embarrassed to be seen doing it part of the pleasure? Knowing how they must feel, crawling like dogs, licking boot like slaves, humiliating themselves for you... Isn't that a big part of what you like about it? It sure is for me!"
"Yeah, I like that part," said Dylan. "I guess you're right. That's kind of what I like best about it. Afterwards I kinda feel a little mean for makin' 'em do it, but I while it's goin' on, I can't help but like it."
"Naturally, I love seeing a nigger female showing her body off to me," Mister Gantner went on. "Their big boobs and fat asses really get me going and their dark skin and negro features remind me that they're really just sexual animals for me to enjoy as I please. However, the fact that it embarrasses them to have to stand naked in front of a fully dressed man and be examined adds so much to the experience. They know what I'm thinking while I'm looking at them and it's humiliating to the extreme. I find it simply delicious. The look on their faces. The dampness between their legs. I can't get enough of it."
"Anyways, enjoying that kind of thing isn't anything to be ashamed of," said Mister Gantner. "Not that it matters that much, but these niggers aren't going to think anything bad about you for it. They don't think you're mean. They'll just do it and be glad they could please you. They want to please you. In fact, I think they like humiliating themselves for us in order to show us how devoted they are. All they want is to be enjoyed and appreciated. Here, let me show you something."
"Gloria," Mister Gantner addressed the kneeling negro. "Show the man how you love to pay your respects to your better. Lick boot, nigger."
Immediately, Gloria got down on all fours and lowered her head to Mister Gantner's feet. Myrna watched as her mother eagerly licked the white man's shoes. Dylan stared at the scene in front of him. The colored girl could see he was getting aroused at the sight of the older negress humbling herself this way.
"See what a good nigger she is?" asked Mister Gantner. "No hesitation. Enthusiastic. Perfect."
"Yeah," agreed Dylan, still transfixed.
"Face on the floor, nigger," commanded Mister Gantner.
Gloria stopped licking and rested her head on the floor, her face down on the rug. Mister Gantner lifted his foot, placed it on the back of her head, and rubbed her face in the rug.
"This definitely puts a nigger in her place," explained Mister Gantner. "She knows who her better is."
The white man lifted his foot off of the negress's head and rested his heel on the floor.
"Suck it, nigger," he ordered.
Lifting her head, Gloria moved so her face was above Mister Gantner's foot. She opened her mouth and took the toe of his shoe inside until her cheeks bulged and started slurping on it.
"Imagine how humiliating this is for her," said Mister Gantner. "She's a grown woman, naked on the floor of her own apartment, licking and sucking on a man's shoe while her teenaged daughter and her boyfriend watch. She's been reduced to something lower than a dog. I'll tell you, it's got my dick hard, if you don't mind my saying so."
"Mine, too," admitted Dylan.
"Untie my shoes and take them off," commanded Mister Gantner. "You know how I want it. Get the socks, too."
Gloria let Mister Gantner's shoe out of her mouth. She lifted her head up a few inches and used her tongue to take hold of his shoe lace. She brought it between her lips and tugged on it, untying the knot. Sitting up on her knees, she used her hands to pull the shoe off his foot. Leaning back down, the big colored woman managed to get the top of the white man's sock between her teeth and proceeded to pull it off of his foot.
Myrna found herself getting more and more aroused as she watched her mother's humiliation continue. As Gloria repeated her performance on Mister Gantner's other foot, Myrna glanced at Dylan and could see his erection poking straight up in his jeans. He seemed to have quite a taste for seeing the older negress's degradation.
Having removed both of Mister Gantner's shoes and socks, Gloria sat back up on knees, a sock hanging out of her mouth.
"Good girl," Mister Gantner praised her warmly. Turning towards Dylan, he told him, "I like praising my niggers for good performance. They deserve it and it further reinforces our respective positions as master and servant. Plus, it feels good to do it."
As she heard his words, Myrna knew Mister Gantner was correct. He praised her and her mother the way one would praise a dog for doing a trick. It was degrading and it absolutely put the recipient in their place. Nevertheless, she loved it when such praise was directed towards her. It both humiliated and aroused her. She could see that Gloria felt the same way, judging by the happy look on her face even with the sock still in her mouth.
Mister Gantner lifted his left foot and rubbed the sole over Gloria's bare breasts. He amused himself by making them jiggle and pressing against her nipples with his big toe.
"Wrap those udders around my foot, nigger," he directed her, placing his foot squarely between the black woman's naked mammaries.
Gloria put her hands under her breasts and pressed them together with Mister Gantner's foot in between. She looked up at him for a look of approval.
"Suck it, bitch," ordered Mister Gantner.
Bowing her head down, Gloria dropped the sock she'd been holding between her lips and started sucking on Mister Gantner's big toe, still cradling his foot between her tits. The white man brought his other foot and rubbed the colored woman's breast with the bottom of it for a few seconds. Then he lifted his right foot up and rubbed her cheek with it.
"Stop," he commanded.
Gloria let Mister Gantner's toe pop out of her mouth and looked up at him. Leaving his left foot between her breasts, the white man placed his right foot in the negro's face and pressed her nose flat.
"Lick," ordered Mister Gantner.
Obediently, Gloria began licking the bottom of Mister Gantner's right foot. After half a minute of that, he moved his foot down until his toe was right at her lips.
"Open," he directed her.
Gloria opened her mouth and Mister Gantner shoved three toes in, bulging her cheeks out.
"This really puts a nigger in her place," explained Mister Gantner to Dylan. "But, as you can see, Gloria is happy to please and show her devotion to her betters, no matter how humiliating it is. Plus, I bet she's completely soaked. I would be surprised if Myrna wasn't, too."
Myrna blushed hard. He was right about her, of course, much to her shame. What kind of girl gets off on seeing her mother humiliated this way in front of her?
"Get up and present to the man, nigger," Mister Gantner ordered Gloria. "Show him what a nigger you are."
The older negress stood up and stepped to where Dylan was sitting on the couch. Turning around, she faced away from him and bent over with her legs far apart. Reaching behind herself, Gloria spread her ass cheeks to show the young white man her most intimate parts.
Myrna could see Gloria's crotch from where she knelt. A thick white dollop of cream was drooling down her exposed vagina. The colored girl knew that her mother must be very aroused.
"You see that white gunk in her cunt crack?" asked Mister Gantner.
"Yeah," answered Dylan.
"That's all her," said Mister Gantner. "I didn't fuck her yet. She is such a natural nigger that she's creaming at the crack over licking boot. Humiliating as hell. I bet a white girl would be reduced to tears being made to do that stuff. But a nigger... a real nigger... is physically aroused. She knows I like it and she likes showing me how low she'll go to please me. It isn't mean to treat a nigger like that. It's only natural. And, they can't get enough of it. So don't worry about being mean. Tell them what you want. They'll be happy to do it."
Hearing Mister Gantner talking to Dylan and seeing him use Gloria to demonstrate his points had Myrna so worked up she caught herself squeezing her thighs together as she knelt on the floor. What the white man was saying was all true, she realized. Pleasing Dylan and knowing he was enjoying her was what gave her pleasure. Obviously, it was the same for her mother. She hoped she'd get a chance to do something soon since just sitting and watching was getting to be a little frustrating.
"Okay, Gloria, back to your spot," Mister Gantner directed her.
Gloria got down on the floor and crawled back to Mister Gantner's feet and knelt there.
"So, what do you think of all this so far?" asked Mister Gantner.
"It's fuckin' hot!" grinned Dylan. "I guess I didn't really get just what it was they got out of it. I mean, I know they're doin' it for me 'cause I like it, but I didn't get how they got off on... gettin' me off."
"They?" asked Mister Gantner. "You mean the niggers."
"Uh..., yeah."
"Don't be afraid to say it, Dylan. They're niggers. They know they're niggers. They like bein' niggers. Obviously, you don't go talkin' like that to every black person you meet, however, when they're serving you, niggers are niggers. It's no insult. It's what they are."
"I guess you're right," said Dylan.
"So, if you want Myrna naked, you just tell her, "strip, nigger," and she'll do it," explained Mister Gantner. "Not only that, but when you check between her legs, you'll see she likes hearin' it. Real niggers want to hear it. It lets them know that you know what they truly are. Try it."
Myrna was surprised to find herself wishing that Dylan would do exactly that. She hoped he'd take charge of her and command her to please him by humiliating herself. She wanted to show him just how obedient and devoted she could be. Being inspected for evidence of arousal in front of everyone here would be embarrassing, but she wanted that, too.
"You mean right now?" asked Dylan.
"If you want, yes."
"In front of you?"
"Don't worry about embarrassing her," said Mister Gantner. "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen what she's got."
"You have?" Dylan was surprised
"I guess I should have told you about that," said Mister Gantner. "Like I said before, I've known Gloria since we were your age. My dad knew her, too, and started enjoying her charms as soon as she was old enough. He's the one who popped her cherry when she was sixteen. So, ever since Myrna was born it was pretty much assumed that I was going to be doing the same with her as my dad did with her mom."
"Of course, it was different since she got a white boyfriend before any of that happened," he continued. "Myrna and Gloria aren't actual slaves and they're not my property. Those days are long gone and I respect that. I knew I wasn't going to be the one to break her in, but I couldn't resist having a look see. I mean, it's not like I didn't share my nigger with you. I hope you don't hold it against me that I took a few liberties with yours. Even if you do, don't hold it against them. I told the girls not to tell you. I wanted to be sure you were the right kind of man first, and now I think you are."
This was the part Myrna was most worried about. How would Dylan react when he found out that Mister Gantner had used her already, even if it was mainly just to look at her body. As her boyfriend thought about it, she could see the bulge in his jeans growing. She figured that was a positive sign.
"What did do with her?" asked Dylan.
"Had her display her body for me," answered Mister Gantner. "I had her play with herself while I fucked her mom."
"Damn!" exclaimed Dylan. "That's fuckin' hot!"
"Oh yes, it was," smiled Mister Gantner. "She's a hot little nigger. Just like her mom. You're a lucky man to have her. I was looking forward to popping her cherry. Good thing Gloria has a sister with two daughters so it's not like I'm totally missing out. They'll be ready soon enough."
"You do Gloria's sister, too?" asked Dylan.
"Yep," answered Mister Gantner. "Donna's a hot nigger, too. Her girls are, too. I've checked 'em out, but they're too young for fucking yet. I can wait."
"It's like their whole family is for you to use," said Dylan. "That's so cool."
"That's how it is. It's a fantastic arrangement that's been going on for longer than I've been around. Now, you're kind of a part of it. Sometime we'll have to introduce you to Donna and her girls. Myrna didn't find out about all this until a few months ago. Her cousin Erica's known for a few years even though she's younger. I'm sure you'd enjoy her. Donna, too, for that matter."
"You mean I can... use 'em?" Dylan asked, puzzled.
"Of course," Mister Gantner agreed. "Share and share alike. I think you'll like using niggers as niggers. That's how they like it, too. I bet Myrna'd like it. Start with her. Tell her what you want her to do and she'll do it. Then you can check to see how much she likes it."
Myrna blushed when she saw the white man wink as he said the last bit. She couldn't believe that he'd talk about her this way with her right there. Well, she could believe it. What was harder to believe was how her body was reacting. Did he really know her that well? What would Dylan do with her once he saw her the way Mister Gantner? She knew she was about to find out.
Next: Chapter 19 - Dylan's Education Continues
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