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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
Sitting back on the couch, Mister Gantner smiled with satisfaction at Myrna and Gloria kneeling before him, side by side, naked on the living room floor. He also seemed pleased with Dylan's progress in learning to take charge of his black girlfriend and her mother, having just ordered them to make out with each other for his pleasure.
"I remember when my dad let me in on the family secret," said Mister Gantner. "This scene is a lot like the time he introduced me to Gloria and her mom and showed me how to enjoy them properly."
"Your dad had them... Gloria and her mom... naked like this?" asked Dylan, surprised.
"Of course!" laughed Mister Gantner. "Isn't that the best way to enjoy them?"
"Well, yeah," agreed Dylan, an embarrassed smile starting to show on his face.
"Hey, I was surprised, too," Mister Gantner went on. "I'd had no idea what was going on until Dad let me in on it. At first, I couldn't believe it..."
* * *
It was the summer before my senior year of high school and my dad had me working at the company. I already knew how the family had been running the business for generations, but now that I was getting older he figured it was time for me to get some actual experience. He'd go on about how the family had a responsibility to the people that worked for us to keep the company going and how important it was for me to understand that. I'd heard it plenty of times before.
He'd called me into his office one day, and I was expecting to hear it again, but this time was different.
"I know I keep tellin' you 'bout our responsibilities to the company an' the folks that work here," he said. "But now, I'm gonna tell you 'bout another responsibility we Gantners got. It goes back a long ways, too... Almost as long as the company. It's somethin' we don't talk about outside the family, but you're old enough now to understand it."
"You prob'ly don't know it, but back before the Civil War, our family owned slaves," he went on. "My great great great granddad, Jonas Gantner, came here 'cause he wanted to own slaves here. He started this business to make money so he could buy 'em."
Up until that moment, I'd had no idea that the Gantners owned slaves back then, and I'd never heard about Jonas Gantner, either. I was kind of shocked to hear it, but I just listened.
Dad went on, "After the war was over an' the slaves got freed, Jonas told his slaves how they could stay on jus' like before if they wanted to. He told 'em how he'd keep takin' care of 'em like he been doin'. He'd make sure they had work, or at least they'd have a roof over their heads, clothes on their backs, an' food in their bellies. Now, he'd been a reasonably kind master to 'em all, so some of 'em decided to stay 'stead o' takin' their chances fendin' for themselves."
"Jonas kept his promise to the former slaves an' they stayed with the family. They had kids an' when they was growed, some moved on, but some stayed. Jonas's son kept his daddy's promise, too, an' so on down the line 'til now.
"So, what I'm tellin' you," said Dad, "is that you're gonna keep that promise, too, jus' like I been doin'."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing!
"We got slaves?" I asked.
"No, we ain't got no slaves," he answered, shaking his head. "What we got is a responsibility we're honor bound to fulfill to the descendants of the coloreds that stayed on."
"Like who?" I asked.
"Like Ernestine," he told me.
I said, "Ernestine?! You mean the cleanin' lady that comes around a few times a week?"
"That's right," he said. "Her and her girls. They all live in a house my granddad bought for her grandma an' her family to stay in. It ain't somethin' we talk about too much, bit it ain't exactly a secret, neither."
"So, she does the cleanin' at our house in exchange for the rent or somethin' like that?" I asked.
"No, it ain't like that," he said. "We give her an' hers a place to stay an' take care of 'em because it's what we do. She cleans for us an' serves us because she knows it's her place to do it. It ain't just some job. I mean, does a dog fetch sticks for you so you'll feed him? No. He fetches 'cause it's what he does. You feed him 'cause he's your dog. Understand?"
"I guess," I said.
"There's more to it 'n that," he went on. "Colored girls like Ernestine are good for plenty more 'n jus' cleanin' an' cookin'. I find 'em mighty attractive. Them big ol' titties an' fat asses are a pleasin' sight for a man to see, don't you think?"
"Well, yeah...," I said.
"Well, you know when it comes to women, a man's got needs an' wants," he said. "I sure do an' I bet you do, too. But, what we want ain't always proper for a lady to do. Not an' still be a lady. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I do," I told him.
"Thing is, it's different with colored girls," he explained. "You don't gotta be all delicate an' gentle with a 'em. You don't gotta worry 'bout havin' 'em do stuff that ain't lady like. They ain't gonna judge you 'cause o' what you like. No, they gonna do what you want an' be happy a white man's enjoyin' 'em. Proper niggers like Ernestine know it's their place... their purpose."
"You... mean... you... do stuff with her?" I asked.
"Hell, yeah!" he answered. "That Ernestine's a fine nigger. It'd be a waste not to use her. The Gantner men been usin' bitch niggers goin' all the way back to the beginnin'. I tol' you Jonas Gantner came here a hundred an' fifty years ago so he could own slaves. That's the main reason he wanted to own 'em!"
Ernestine had always been really nice and polite to me, but now I couldn't help but see all that a different light knowing what I knew now. She had huge tits and a big fat ass and I'd been fantasizing about her since I was twelve so the idea of her as a slave kind of got me going. Right away I was imagining what it would be like to be able to command her to do what I wanted even though I was a little ashamed of myself for it.
"You're not jokin', are you?" I asked.
"No, I ain't jokin'," he laughed. "It's a pretty sweet deal for us, ain't it? Actually, it's a sweet deal for the niggers, too, cause they love servin' us. You might not believe it, but it's true. In fact, I'm plannin' on bringin' you to meet Ernestine an' her daughter, Gloria. She's a real fine lookin' colored girl. She's sixteen now an' all filled out. I know you'll like her."
"Really?" I said. "When?"
"Saturday mornin'," he said. "You're gonna be a man by the afternoon."
I couldn't believe it. Not only had I just learned that our cleaning lady's ancestors were slaves owned by my ancestors, but her daughter was going to be my first fuck even though I'd never even met her! All that, and my dad was making it sound like it was something perfectly reasonable.
On Saturday, my dad took me to Ernestine's house. She answered the door just wearing a robe and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Gloria was standing there right next to her, but she was dressed like she was going to school with a skirt and a blouse. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra either and I could see her nipples poking against her blouse. Knowing that I'd be fucking her later on was driving me nuts and making my dick hard.
My dad introduced us, though I wasn't listening too carefully since I was completely focused on Gloria. He told me how I could use colored girls to satisfy my urges that weren't appropriate for a white girl. He even referred to them as "bitch niggers" right there in front of Ernestine and Gloria, but they just kept quiet and stood there like it was nothing. Man, it was getting me totally fired up!
Then he told Ernestine to get undressed and display herself to me. She immediately dropped the robe and stood there naked with her hands behind her head and her legs apart. She even opened her mouth and layed her tongue over her lower lip. It was like she was presenting her body for inspection.
It was incredible! I mean, here was this woman, our cleaning lady, a woman I'd been secretly checking out, and even fantasizing about while I jerked off... And now, here she was standing naked in front of me so I could see absolutely everything she had! I thought I was dreaming.
Dad had her bend over so her tits were hanging down. He started slapping on them, hard enough to make them swing, but she just took it and smiled the whole time.
He said I could go ahead and touch her tits if I wanted, and I sure did! They were real soft, too. Then he had me feel between her legs and she was soaked. I couldn't believe it, but she was completely turned on by being treated like a slut slave, getting her tits groped and roughly slapped around, and that got me even more turned on myself.
I found Ernestine's clit and rubbed on it and right away she started humping my hand. It was a rush for me being in control of her body, making her squirm and moan that way.
Dad made her turn around and bend over so her ass was right in my face. He told her to spread her ass so I could see her cunt and asshole. She did it right away, too. He told me how she was doing it just the way he liked and went on about how it looked and everything as if she wasn't right there hearing everything. I could imagine how embarrassing it had to be for her, but she seemed to be enjoying it.
At that point, Dad took Ernestine to her room and left me there with Gloria after telling me I could do whatever I wanted with her. It was like my best wet dream come true: a nigger to use however I wanted.
As soon as they left the room, I made Gloria show me her tits. They were fantastic, too. I even slapped them around the way Dad had done to Ernestine. Just like her mom, Gloria just took it even when I started going pretty hard on them.
Then I had her lift her skirt and show me her cunt. She wasn't wearing any panties and her pussy was bare so I could see her slit clearly. It was beautiful. I couldn't keep my hands off it. Gloria just stood there, holding her skirt up while I enjoyed myself.
I told her to bend over and spread her ass like her mom did. It had to be humiliating for her to do it, but she did it right away without word. Man it felt good having a sexy obedient nigger to do whatever I wanted with.
I had her take me to her room. Gloria stripped and got up on the bed and spread her legs. I got up between them and told her to put my dick in. I was so fired up I only lasted about ten seconds.
Afterwards, she offered to clean me off, but instead of using a cloth on me, she just licked it all up! That got me hard pretty quick and I fucked her again. I had her just lay there so I could basically stroke off using her cunt. It felt good using her like some kind of fuck thing even though in some ways it was kind of mean. However, I loved it and she didn't seem to mind. After I got off, I ordered her to clean me up like she was my slave. It was exhilarating to see her hurry and obey. I knew I'd never get tired of this.
Once she finished licking my dick clean, we went back out into the living room. I was dressed, but she stayed naked like it was nothing special. Dad and Ernestine were waiting for us.
He was all grinning and going on about how I was a man now. It had me feeling pretty good, too. He said how it was time for us to go. Before we could leave, Ernestine got down on her hands and knees on the floor and started kissing my dad's shoes! Gloria got down on all fours at my feet and licked my feet like a dog. I was shocked, but really turned on by it.
On the way home in the car, Dad tells me, "Now you understand what it's like havin' bitch niggers to use. Ernestine an' Gloria are both excellent niggers what know their place an' are happy there. Takin' care of them is our responsibility, but takin' care of us is theirs. It works out great for everybody, don't it?"
"It sure does," I said.
"Ernestine has been my nigger since I was your age," he said. "The plan is for Gloria to be yours."
"Mine?!" I said.
"Mind you, I already broke her in, if you know what I mean," he added. "My daddy broke Ernestine in, way back when, and I was definitely gonna get to break in Gloria myself no matter what. Don't worry, though. She's got a younger sister who'll be ready for fuckin' in a couple years and we'll save her cherry for you."
I was totally getting off on how he was talking about owning these colored women like property and using them as we pleased.
"Now, it's a family tradition that we share the niggers, so you can use Ernestine when you want," he said. "She's a good nigger and she'll do what you say, but, don't forget who she belongs to. I don't want you takin' your friends over to her house or lettin' 'em use her. Understand?"
"I understand," I told him.
The next time Ernestine came to clean the house, I was home alone. I was in my room when she came in to change the sheets. Before, I'd just sit there and watch her strip the bed, hoping for a peek down her blouse at those massive mammaries. Now, I knew I could have as much of a look as I wanted since she'd have to do what I said. It was just up to me to tell her what I wanted.
"Mornin', Mista Steve," she said. "Can I go 'head an' change the bed fo' you?"
"Yeah..., sure...," I told her.
I figured I might as well try out my new found authority right then.
I said, "Uh, before you do that..., how about... uh... taking' your top off."
"Yes, sir," she said, smiling at me.
I'd been a little worried about what would happen, but seeing her reaction was a relief. Ernestine unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. When she got her bra off, her huge tits just spilled out. She raised her arms and put her hands behind her head as if she were presenting herself to me. The sight of her submissively showing off those big black boobs had my dick hard in a second.
Ernestine silently remained in position while I enjoyed the view. I even reached out and started feeling her big black breasts, the breasts I'd been fantasizing about for all my teenaged years. They were soft and warm and I'd have been happy just groping them for the rest of the day. I couldn't help wonder how she felt about having to do this for me.
"It doesn't bother you havin' to let some kid feel you up like this?" I asked her.
"No, sir, it don't bother me none," she answered. "You ain't some kid, neither, Mista Steve. You is a fine young white man an' the boss man's son. It's a honor fo' me to be gettin' that kinda attention from you."
I liked hearing that. It made my dick twitch, too.
"I wanna suck on 'em," I told her.
"Yes, sir," she replied. "An' you ain't gotta say nothin' 'less you wanna. You can go 'head an' do what you want wit' me. If you want me to do somethin', jus' tell me an' I'll do it."
Damn, I loved hearing that, too. I took hold of one of her tits and bent down to suck on it. Her nipples were already hard. I switched off, sucking one nipple and then the other and then back again. I kept it up for a few minutes until I just had to get off. My dick was totally stiff and it was pretty obvious. Ernestine saw it and smiled.
"You want me to take care o' that, sir?" she asked sweetly. "I can suck it fo' you or you can fuck me if you want."
"Yeah, suck it," I said.
I layed on the bed and Ernestine climbed between my legs.
"Can I take yo' cock out, sir?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said.
Smiling, Ernestine and reached into the fly of my pajama bottoms and took my dick out. She leaned down and took it in her mouth. It felt incredible! She started sucking on it and moving her head up and down. Even with my dick in her mouth, she kept looking me in the eyes. I knew I wasn't going to last long and there was something I wanted to do, but it was hard to say it.
"I... uh...," I stammered.
"You want somethin' else, sir?" she asked, briefly lifting her head off my cock.
"It's okay...," I said.
"Please tell me what you want, sir," she said. "I want to do what you want. Jus' tell me what to do."
"It's kinda embarrassin'," I told her.
"You ain't gotta be embarrassed wit' me, Mista Steve," she said. "I'll do anythin' you want. It don't matter what it is. All I care 'bout is pleasin' you, sir."
"I wanna fuck your tits," I blurted out.
Staying on her knees, Ernestine straightened up, bringing her breasts up to the same level as my dick. She lifted her tits up, holding them together, and pressed them against my crotch. It felt fantastic!
"Like this, sir?" she asked, smiling up at me.
"Maybe with me layin' down," I said.
I got back on to the bed and laid down. Ernestine climbed up and got between my legs on her hands and knees. She lowered her hanging breasts down until my dick was right between them. My cock was still slick with her saliva and it slipped easily between her tits.
After a minute, I realized I wasn't going to be able to get off in that position, so I told her, "I wanna get on top."
"Yes, sir," she said.
I moved over and she laid down on her back. I got on top of her, placing my cock between her tits. She held them together and smiled up at me as I humped her breasts. They were so soft and warm. I'd wanted to see those tits for so long and now I was actually fucking them! A couple minutes of that, and I was ready to bust.
"I'm gonna cum," I said.
"Yes, sir," she grinned at me.
Ernestine held her tits together even tighter and with one more stroke, my dick exploded. The first few shots landed right in her face, but she kept smiling the whole time, even when she got some in her eye.
After I was finished, I got up and pulled up my pajama bottoms. Ernestine just lay there on my bed, cum splattered all over her face and breasts.
"Thank you fo' nuttin' all up in my face, sir," she said. "It's a honor gettin' used by you, Mista Steve."
I think that's when I really started to appreciate how great it was to have a nigger to use. Here she was, thanking me sincerely after I did something as nasty as shooting my load in her face. There was something both sweet and twisted about it and I loved it.
"If you done wit' me, I should get on back to the laundry, sir," she told me. "I'll be ready when you want to use me some more."
"Okay," was all I could say.
My load still dripping off her face, Ernestine got up off the bed.
"If yo' mama comes home, I gotta wipe off my face an' put my top back on," she said. "It ain't proper fo' a fine white lady like her to have to see me like this."
"Right," I agreed.
Actually, it hadn't occurred to me that Ernestine would continue her work now with her breasts exposed and a face full of cum. I can't imagine her not being embarrassed looking like that, but she knew I'd like it, so it didn't matter. I knew I could get used to this kind of service.
That night when Dad came home, he already knew what I'd done.
"I hear you took the first chance you got with Ernestine," he grinned at me. "You're a chip off the ol' block, that's for sure!"
"She tol' you?" I asked, embarrassed.
"I asked her an' she tol' me," he said. "Ernestine's my nigger an' a good one. She ain't got no secrets from me. Anyways, I'm glad to hear you ain't wastin' any time. Reminds me of me when I was your age. I titty fucked Ernestine's mama the first chance I got, same as you did with Gloria's. Our bitch niggers are good for that, what with them big ol' cow udders they got for us."
"Yeah, it was fantastic!" I agreed. "She seemed to like it, too, even though I pretty much just used her tits to jerk off. It's not like I fucked her pussy. I know that feels good for 'em."
"Of course she liked it!" said Dad. "She's a nigger gettin' used by a white man an' she knows you're enjoyin' her. Believe me, they get more out of that 'n they do gettin' pussy fucked. That's why they love gettin' butt fucked, too."
"They like that, too?" I was surprised. "Don't it hurt?"
"Sure, it hurts 'em," he explained. "A nigger's asshole 's nice an' tight so a man's pecker's gonna stretch it out. That's why it feels so good to fuck 'em that way. Thing is, they know how good it makes a man feel to do it, so they love it even if it hurts 'em. A good nigger don't mind feelin' some pain if it pleases a white man. Hell, I think they like it even better that way. It gives 'em a chance to show how devoted they are to their betters."
"Maybe I'll try that with Gloria," I said.
"When you do, you'll be her first," he said. "I left her butt alone so you could be the first one in. She's your nigger, after all."
I just grinned. I couldn't wait to try it out.
* * *
"So that's how I found out about my family's history with slaves," Mister Gantner said, finishing the story "Myrna, Gloria, Ernestine, all of them directly descended from a bitch nigger my great great grandfather bought for money a hundred and fifty years ago. Makes you think, doesn't it?"
"Makes me want to fuck 'em even more," said Dylan. "I don't know why, but it does."
"I think it's because now you know for sure that's what they're for," replied Mister Gantner. "That's why Great Great Grandfather Jonas bought them and the Gantner family kept them all this time. They know it, too. Maybe even more than us. That's why they stayed even after they didn't have to any more."
Myrna's head was reeling with her new found knowledge of her own family's history. Her mother had told her that the relationship between them and the Gantners went back a long ways, but it hadn't occurred to her just how far that might be. Now, here she was kneeling naked on the floor at the feet of the descendant of slave holders who had owned her direct ancestors. She didn't know how she was supposed to feel about it.
Her body, however, experienced no such confusion. Myrna's pussy was dripping and she felt an overwhelming desire to be taken and penetrated. Slowly rising up on her knees, the negro teenager spread her thighs to display her most intimate parts and show the two white men that she was ready and available for use. She hoped she wouldn't have long to wait.
Next: Chapter 21 - Myrna and Gloria Take It
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