Shanika at the Plantation Club | Neal's Home Page | ASSTR Home Page
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
Shanika walked down the street hoping to avoid meeting anyone in her unclothed condition, but painfully aware of the miles to go to reach her apartment. No one was on the street, but occasionally cars went by and she was sure people could see her from their windows.
After a few minutes she saw someone coming the other way. An older white man was walking carrying a bag of groceries. She could see he had graying hair and and a graying beard. He wore an old army field jacket and worn blue jeans. He looked up with a shocked look on his face as Shanika approached him.
"Damn!" he exclaimed, trying with limited success to be a gentleman and not stare at the black woman's nakedness. "What happened to you, miss? Are you hurt?"
Shanika went and stood in front of him. She didn't know how she could explain how she got in this predicament.
"No, sir, I'm not hurt," she said. "I know I must be a sight, sir. This was just a prank that got out of hand. But I do need some help as you can see."
"Of course, I'll help you," he said. He set down the bag and took off his field jacket and offered it to her.
"Thank you, sir," she said, putting on the jacket. "You're very kind." The jacket wasn't quite long enough to cover her much below the waist.
"I live in a building on the next block," he said, picking the bag back up. "Let's take you there and get you inside and cleaned up. I know I've got something you can wear."
"Thank you very much, sir," she said humbly.
As they walked along, a city bus passed them. Shanika glanced up and saw the passengers looking back at her. Obviously the man's jacket wasn't sufficient to cover her up, she realized. Her naked ass was still on display for anyone to see.
A white couple out for a stroll passed them going the other way. The man stared while the woman pulled him along and shot an angry glance Shanika's way. A car load of young men went by and they honked their horn and yelled incomprehensibly as they passed. Shanika's face was hot with shame. Her pussy was on fire. She could tell her scent was even stronger than that of urine left on her by the teenagers.
They arrived in front of a nondescript brick faced building with concrete steps leading up to a wooden double door with large glass windows set in it. The man produced a key and let them in. The lobby was kind of dinghy, the paint old and the linoleum floor grubby. The man led them to an elevator and he pressed the button.
He turned to her as they waited for the car to arrive.
"What ever happened to you?" he asked, his wrinkled his nose. "That must have been some prank. What was it? Some kind of initiation or something?"
That sounded plausible to Shanika. "Yes, sir," she said. "That's all."
She felt guilty for lying to the kind stranger, but she wasn't ready to go into all the hows and whys of what led her to be found wandering the streets naked reeking of piss and pussy.
The bell rang and the elevator door opened. A white man started to step out. Shanika saw his eyes go right for her naked crotch. She knew he could see her shaved pussy and flushed with embarrassment.
The man looked back up at her companion. "Ernie," he said. "Who's your friend?" The man leered at her again.
"Just someone who needs some help, Charlie," he said. "Nothing for you to get concerned about."
Charlie stepped out of the way and Ernie led Shanika onto the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. The door shut while Charlie continued to enjoy the view of Shanika's naked black ass.
"No offense, miss," he said at last, "but first thing is to get you showered. You kids today. I don't know what you'll do next."
"I'm sorry to be so much trouble to you," she said, her eyes downcast. "You are very kind to help me this way."
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I have a daughter your age who's off at college. I want to take care of you the same way I'd want somebody else to take care of her in a tough situation."
"Oh," said Shanika. "I hope bringing me home won't cause a problem with your wife, sir."
"I doubt that'll happen," Ernie laughed. "She's home living in my house. I'm not married anymore."
"I'm sorry, sir," she told him. "It wasn't my place to say anything."
"Relax!" he said. "No offense taken. That's all my problem. Not yours."
The elevator stopped and they got out. Ernie opened the door to his apartment. The white man waited for Shanika to enter ahead of him.
Like the rest of building Shanika had seen so far, the apartment was off white but obviously hadn't been painted in quite a while. Pictures of the man along with a smiling dark haired younger white girl decorated the walls. The floor was covered in gold colored carpet. A sofa, a straight backed chair and a recliner were all positioned pointing at an old television set.
"Well, this is home for me," he said, placing the groceries down. "The bathroom is down the hall. Go get washed up, use any towel you can find. I'll hunt up some clothes for you. Looks like you'll be wearing mine, I don't think anything my daughter left here would fit you."
"Thank you so much, sir," said the colored woman.
Shanika slipped off the field jacket in front of her host and she noticed him blush, but also that he failed to tear his eyes away from the view of her body she gave him. The negro girl was very aware of the fact that she was alone in this stranger's apartment, not just completely naked, but without any of her own clothes at hand. She felt the dampness between her legs growing. She smiled at him and went down the hall to where he'd said the bathroom was.
The bathroom was in the same condition as the rest of the place and suffered from the neglect a lone man would give it. The tub was a little grimey, she noted as she ran the water and stepped in. The warm water felt good on her skin. She soaped herself up with the bar soap there and scrubbed herself thoroughly. She wanted to completely wash away her earlier experience with the white teenagers from the bus.
Her thoughts then turned to her host. Her champion. Even though the notion of walking the streets naked through the actions of others excited her, she was intelligent enough to realize how dangerous that could be. She knew she was fortunate to have encountered someone who would help her rather than give her torments far worse than what she'd already received that night.
She heard the door open and for a moment felt a twinge of excitement thinking the man would join her. But he only spoke from the hallway without entering.
"The bedroom's on the left," he said. "I layed out some clothes for you. It's not very feminine, but it'll cover you up."
"Thank you, sir!" she called to him. She heard the door close and felt her excitement replaced with a sense of disappointment.
Clean at last, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself with a towel that clearly hadn't been washed for weeks. She stepped into the hall and went to the bedroom. Sweat pants and a tee shirt were layed out on the bed for her. A chair near the door had a terry cloth bathrobe on it. She decided to put on the robe and forego the sweats even though she knew it wasn't what he'd intended.
Shanika walked out into the living room and found Ernie sitting in the recliner reading a magazine. Hearing her approach he turned to look at her.
"Oh," he said, observing the barely closed robe. "I laid out some stuff on the bed for you."
"I'm sorry, sir," she lied, "I thought you put the robe on the chair for me."
"That's ok," he responded, continuing to enjoy the look of the young black woman dressed only in his robe. "Oh, by the way, in case you hadn't already picked up on it, I'm Ernie. I don't think I know your name."
"Forgive me, sir," said Shanika. "I should have introduced myself. My name is Shanika."
"That's ok, Shanika," Ernie replied. "That's a beautiful name."
Shanika blushed and cast her eyes downward. "Thank you, sir."
"Please, Shanika," he said, "you don't have to call me sir. Ernie, will be fine."
"I'm sorry, sir, er, Ernie" she told him, "it's not easy for me to call a man by his first name that way. It seems so familiar. I don't feel right about it."
"Ok," he put up his hands, "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"I don't want to offend you, sir," she went on, "and not call you as you wish to be called. Ernie."
"Sir will be fine," Ernie said. "Perhaps it's better that we stay on a formal basis. You're a beautiful young woman alone in a strange man's apartment."
Shanika blushed again. In spite of everything that had transpired this night, she felt her arousal level increasing.
"Anyways," he continued. "You'd better off in the clothes I layed out for you. Why don't you get dressed and I'll drive you home."
"Yes, sir," Shanika answered and turned and went down the hall.
She was disappointed that he didn't appear interested in her and she didn't think it was her place to push it any further. As she walked by the bathroom she suddenly got an idea. There was something she could do for him.
Shanika went in and looked in the cabinet under the sink. It was stocked with cleaning supplies. Likely not used in quite a while, she thought. She got out the necessary items and hung the robe on the back of the door to keep it clean.
The black woman started in on cleaning the sink and then moved on to clean out the tub. She knelt next to the tub and leaned into it, scrubbing the grime off, leaving it sparkling clean. After a few minutes she became aware of the man's presence. She quickly turned around and still naked on her knees looked up at him.
"I thought you were going to get dressed so I could take you home," he said.
This time he made no effort not to enjoy the sight of the nude young black woman on her knees on his bathroom floor. Shanika was pleased to notice the bulge in his pants. He had been there for at least a couple of minutes and was obviously enjoying the view.
"Please, sir," she said, "let me repay your generosity first. I don't want to offend you, but it looks like this place could stand some cleaning. Allow me to please you."
"Believe me, you're pleasing me right now, Shanika," he told her as he continued to drink in the image of the naked black woman kneeling before him.
Shanika blushed and cast her eyes down. "Thank you, sir," she smiled. "I'm glad that I please you."
"Don't you think you should put some clothes on?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, sir," the young black woman apologized. "I didn't want to mess up your clothes while I was cleaning. I didn't mean to offend you."
"No, no, I'm not offended," the older white man objected. "It's not that at all. I just know you're about the same age as my daughter, but at the same time I am a man, and it's been a while since I've enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, so to speak. I'm finding it difficult to continue acting fatherly towards you."
"You are very kind, sir," Shanika said. "I want to serve you any way I can."
"I don't think I've ever met anyone like you before," he said. "You're so polite and respectful. It's refreshing, for sure, but I don't know quite what to make of it. Is this part of the initiation prank, too?"
Shanika felt a little caught in her lie now. She knew it wasn't right for her to continue the fabrication of the initiation, but she was afraid of how he'd react to the truth.
"No, sir," she said at last. "I believe that people like you are deserving of my respect and service."
"People like me?" He was puzzled. "Lots of people would have helped you."
"I don't mean that, sir," Shanika said, approaching the moment of truth. "I mean white people."
Ernie's expression of bewilderment deepened. "Why?"
Shanika swallowed hard. "Because I am a nigger, sir."
"Excuse me?" he said.
"I'm a nigger," she repeated. "I want to serve and please you, sir."
The negress felt totally embarrassed by her confession, yet still compelled to make it. She hadn't admitted to anyone who didn't already suspect it before. She looked back up into his face to try to gauge his reaction, but it was hard to read. She glanced down and saw that the bulge in his pants was undiminished. If anything it was bigger. She felt a small measure of relief seeing that.
"Damn," said Ernie. He paused for a long moment, shifting uncomfortably on his feet trying to hide his erection. "I didn't know there were black women like you."
"There are, sir," Shanika replied.
The colored woman could feel the increase in her heartbeat and the familiar tingle in her pussy. She was concerned that it might not be her place to lead him, but at the same time she felt certain that he wanted her and just needed a little help to be comfortable.
Without breaking eye contact with the white man she clasped her hands behind her head and rose up slightly until she was standing on her knees.
"Please allow this nigger to serve you, sir," she asked.
Shanika saw the lust in the white man's eyes as he stood, mesmerized by the sight of her submissive display, before she respectfully cast her eyes downward. She could hear her heart beating and she could clearly detect the smell of her own scent. After what seemed an eternity, she heard him step towards her and she could see his sock clad feet on the floor in front of her where she knelt.
"All right," he said at last, "serve me."
The black girl let her arms down and looked up into the white man's face and smiled at him.
"Thank you, sir," she said warmly. "You honor this nigger."
Shanika turned her attention to the task at hand and reached up and undid Ernie's belt. Next she unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly. His erection sprung out when she lowered his pants and shorts together down past his knees.
The black woman looked back up at him as she grasped his cock with both hands and smiled again. She squeezed the shaft with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. She felt him shudder as she slowly but firmly started stroking him. Looking back down she could see the pre-cum on the tip of his dick and leaned forward to kiss it two or three times before leaning back and looking up at him again. A long strand reached from his cock head to her lip. His eyes were glazed and his mouth was slightly open, clearly enjoying himself.
Shanika smiled again and moved to slip his cock between her lips and gently sucked him for a bit before starting to bob her head in earnest. She heard him moan with pleasure. She slowed the pace while increasing how much of him she took into her mouth, which elicited another moan from him.
The negro girl kept it up until her jaw began to ache at which point she let him slip out of her lips and began to lick his cock and balls. She felt his hand gently stroking her hair and she looked up at him.
"I can't keep standing here, girl," he said softly, almost apologetically.
"I's sorry, suh," Shanika said, feeling a slight thrill at hearing him call her 'girl'. "You kin use dis nigga how you like. You jus' tell me how you want me, an' I do it."
"In the bedroom," said Ernie, slightly breathlessly.
"Yes, suh," she said, rising to her feet.
The white man stepped out of his pants and walked to the bedroom, the negress right behind him. His hard on bounced with each step. He lay on his back on the bed, she climbed in after him.
"You wants dis nigga keep suckin' yo' cock, suh?" she asked. "Or maybe you wants to use my coochie now."
"Yeah," he said, looking at her smiling face. "Gimme that coochie, girl."
"Mmmm, yes, suh!" she said happily.
Seeing that he made no move and was still on his back, Shanika climbed on top, straddling him. She reached down and grabbed his cock and guided it into her pussy. The colored girl was so wet the white man's cock slid right in. She lowered herself down on him, taking his entire length inside her.
"Ah..." he murmured. "Damn, that feels good, girl. It's been so long..."
"I's glad dis nigga pleases you, suh," she told him as she continued to slowly fuck him. "You jus' relax an' enjoys yo' se'f. Yo' nigga gon' take real good care o' you."
Shanika could feel the white man's hips bucking back at her as she continued to ride him. Her breasts shook with every stroke. He bucked harder. She stroked faster, squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles. She saw the slight change of expression in his face and knew he was close.
"You like usin' yo' nigga, suh?" she panted, her sweat dripping onto him. "You like usin' her nigga coochie?"
"Yeah," he gasped. "Oh, yeah..."
"Dat's it, massa," she cooed in a husky voice, "use yo' nigga. Use me, massa."
"Oh, fuck!" the white man cried. "Fuck!" He looked right into her eyes as he filled her pussy with his hot sperm. "You fuckin' nigger! Oh, fuck!"
"Oh, massa!" exclaimed the colored woman, smiling broadly, "you cummin' in yo' nigga! Dat's right! Give me yo' cum. I needs yo' cum, massa!"
"Ahhh..." he sighed, closing his eyes, and started to relax.
"Thank you fo' usin' yo' nigga, massa," Shanika said, still squatting over him. "Thank you fo' cummin' in my coochie." She smiled down at him. "Kin dis nigga get up and have the honor o' cleanin' yo' cock off?"
Ernie opened his eyes again and looked into the negress's expectant face.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "I'd love that."
Shanika dismounted the white man, his cock slipping out of her pussy. Lowering her face to his dick, she began to gently lick the combination of semen and pussy juice off of it. She kissed the tip a couple of times when she was finished with the task and turned towards him to see what else he desired from her. He held his arms out to her and she lay next to him, resting her head on his chest.
"Dis nigga thanks you fo' the honor o' cleanin' yo' cock off, massa," she said softly.
"That was incredible, girl," he said. "I know I've never run across a girl like you. I've always had fantasies about black girls, but damn! I never considered the possibilities."
"Thank you, suh," she said softly. "I's glad I please you."
"Oh, you please me all right," Ernie replied with a smile. "It's going to be hard having to take you home."
"You ain't gotta take me home, suh," Shanika stated. "I stay here wit' you if'n you want me to."
"Don't you have classes or something in the morning?" he asked.
Shanika realized she couldn't go on with deceiving him.
"I need to beg you to forgive me, sir," she said, looking away from him, slipping out of the plantation slave persona. "What happened to me earlier wasn't part of an initiation or anything like that."
"It wasn't?" he asked, surprised.
"No, sir," the colored girl continued. "I met some young white people on my way home. One of them recognized me. He told me to come with him and his friends and serve them. I did like they said."
"I don't understand," Ernie responded. "How did that end up with you wandering the street naked?"
"They wanted to use me," Shanika told him. "They had me strip for them. They used me. They locked me out of where my clothes was when they was done with me."
"I still don't get it," he said. "Did they threaten you?"
"No, sir," she went on, looking away from him. "I just had to do what they said. Even though they were young, they were still white. I'm a nigger so I got to do what they say."
"Wow," he exhaled. "You take this very seriously."
"Yes, sir," Shanika agreed. "I learned to love serving and pleasing white people. I feel it's my place."
"So you liked what they did to you?" he was incredulous.
"Yes, sir, in a way," she said. "They hurt me. I was scared. But I still wanted it. It's hard to explain, sir."
"Damn, girl," Ernie said after a long pause, "you are a nigger."
Shanika felt an electric thrill run through her body hearing him say it. She had calmed down from having sex with the white man, but she could feel herself heating up again.
"Dat's right, suh," she said, her voice lowered slightly with lust. "I's a nigga. I wants to serve you."
She could see his once flaccid cock begin to stiffen again and turned her head to watch for a few seconds. She turned back to the white man.
"Kin dis nigga touch yo' cock, massa?" she asked. "I be honored if'n you say yes."
"Fuck." he said. "I can't believe you're getting another rise out of me, girl. But, please, go ahead!"
Shanika wrapped her hand around the white man's cock and squeezed it.
"You ain't gots to say please wit' me, suh," she said, her voice positively sultry now. "You just gots to say 'do it, nigga', k?"
"You want me to call you nigger?" he asked, his voice cracking as the negro woman continued to masturbate him.
"Yes, massa," she went on, stroking him slowly. "I's a nigga. I be honored if'n you call me what I is. Please, massa."
"Ok, nigger," he said, his arousal mounting. "If that's what you want."
"Yes, suh, it is," she told him plainly. "You like what I's doin', massa? Do it feel good fo' you?"
"Yeah," he murmured.
"What you want me to do, massa?" she asked. "I do anythin' you want. I suck yo' cock. You kin fuck my coochie. You kin fuck my ass. I do what you want. You jus' gots to tell me."
"I like what you're doin' now just fine, girl," he said contentedly.
"Then, tha's what I be doin', suh," she said, jacking him off faster.
"Ohhh..." he sighed, letting the pleasure he felt wash over him.
"You likes havin' yo' nigga girl dis way?" she cooed. "You likes havin' her hands on you?"
"Uh huh," he uttered.
"I want to suck you, massa," she stated. "Kin I? Please?"
"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed. "Yes! Do it!"
Shanika quickly repositioned herself to take his cock into her mouth without letting go of it with her hand. She lowered her head over him, his dick slipping between her thick lips. The colored woman let her tongue swirl around over the tip. She could taste the pre-cum. Her hand kept working his shaft. The white man moaned with pleasure.
The negro girl could tell he was getting close again. She gave him short strokes at the base of his cock while she bobbed her head over the rest of it, slurping wetly and noisily. At last she was rewarded as she felt him release in her mouth. She swallowed it all greedily, not a drop escaped.
"Ohhh..." he gasped and tensed for a second or two and then relaxed.
Shanika held the white man's cock in her mouth until she felt it soften completely. She let it slip from between her lips and licked it completely, finally kissing the tip before returning to lying snugly against his side.
"Thank you, suh," she said softly. "Dis nigga 'preciates you lettin' her suck you dat way. And thank you fo' yo' cum, massa."
"It was my pleasure, nigger," he said, hoping to make her happy.
The black girl experienced another warm tingle in her pussy hearing him say it and snuggled closer to him. They lay that way for several minutes before Ernie finally spoke.
"I can't believe the life you breathed into me, girl," he said. "You are amazing."
"Thank you, sir," Shanika blushed.
"You know, we could go fetch your things now," he went on. "Why don't you get into those sweats I layed out for you and we'll go do that."
The black woman thought about protesting that he didn't have to do that for her. But she could tell that he really wanted to help her that way. She recognized the fact that it wasn't her place to object. "Yes, sir," she said. "I'd surely appreciate that."
"Ok, then," he said, sitting up.
Shanika climbed out of the bed and found the sweat pants and tee shirt where they'd fallen onto the floor. She put them on as Ernie went back to the bathroom to fetch his pants from where he'd left them.
She went out into the living room to find him already dressed and waiting for her.
"See if you can fit into my daughter's sandals there in the closet," he instructed her.
The black woman slipped into the slightly too small sandals and followed the older white man into the hall. The ride down and the walk to the alley was uneventful and they proceeded in silence.
"It was down there," Shanika said, indicating the alley.
"Alright, let's go see," replied Ernie.
They picked their way through the dark arriving at the boarded up door.
"In here, sir," she said, once again trying the door without success.
"Let me," said the white man.
Ernie also found the door stuck. He reared back, lifted his boot clad foot and kicked the door. It flew open. The smell of sex and urine greeted them along with the faint odor of rotting garbage and stale cigarette smoke. He took a flashlight out of his jacket pocket and turned it on, flashing it around the room.
"Whew!" he exclaimed. "I thought this place was getting renovated, but not like this. What a stench! What a mess!"
Shanika saw the pull string for the light and gave it a tug. Suddenly the squalid scene was illuminated. She saw her clothes on the floor where she'd left them. She also saw the mattress with two big wet spots on them.
"So this is where those punks used you?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," she replied, blushing.
She felt shamed showing this man the place of her degradation. But she could tell she was getting aroused as she relived some of it in her mind.
"It stinks in here. What did they do?" he asked.
"I had to suck one off," she recounted. "Another used my ass. The third used my coochie while his girlfriend watched. Then she made me lick her pussy. After that she peed on my face, sir."
"Fuck," he said. "So you'd do anything they said?"
"Yes, sir," Shanika admitted, her face hot.
"And you'd do anything I said?" he asked.
"Yes, suh," she said a hopeful sound in her voice.
"Get naked, nigger," he ordered. "Get on that stinkin' mattress and put your fat black ass in the air. I'll be right back and I expect to find you like I just said."
"Right away, suh!" said the negro woman.
She undressed as Ernie pushed the door back into the door frame. The part where the latch plate belonged was in splinters so the door didn't stay all the way closed. Naked, Shanika knelt on the mattress and bent over, her ass in the air. She waited in that exposed position until he returned. She heard the sound of him unzipping his fly. Her pussy grew wetter.
"Open those legs more, nigger," he barked.
"Yes, suh!" she said and quickly complied.
Shanika could feel a cool draft on her wet pussy, now completely exposed to the white man at his command. She couldn't believe it was the same man who had kindly helped her out of her predicament a few hours earlier.
"So you like to be used?" he asked. "Is that it?"
"Yes, suh," she answered meekly. "Dis nigga needs to be used."
"Ah," he said. "You need to be used..."
She suddenly felt his weight on the mattress behind her and his hard dick at her cunt hole. He jammed it in and immediately began pumping her furiously. Her pussy was on fire. She was prepared to be fucked and had been expecting it since he ordered her into this demeaning "presenting" position. The ferocity of it took her completely by surprise.
"Oh!" she gasped.
She could hear his pelvis slapping her fat black ass like slow clapping. She could feel each thrust like a blow. She was very aware of her breasts shaking, almost painfully, in response to each stroke. The evenings activities had left her horny and unfulfilled, but still easily rearoused. She was warmed up already and could feel her climax starting to build.
The white man fucked her relentlessly. Her well used cunt was swollen and sore. At one level she felt pain in her tender pussy as his cock slammed in and out of her. But on another level it was pure pleasure. Somehow she knew she'd get her release this time.
"Is this the kind of use you want?" he said, the exertion audible in his voice as he continued to pound into her. "This how a nigger should be used?"
"Yes, massa," she said breathlessly. "Use yo' nigga dis way! You usin' yo' nigga good now, massa."
She could feel his balls hitting her in the crotch as each stroke drove the full length of his cock deep into her cunt. She lowered herself until she was resting on her elbows instead of her hands to brace herself against being pushed forward by the impact. She felt so close.
"Massa!" she cried out. "Kin dis nigga cum now? Kin dis nigga cum for you?"
"No!" he answered. "Take some more first!"
He bucked into her even more forcefully. She was having trouble holding back, but she desperately wanted to obey him.
"Please, massa!" she begged. "Oh, please, massa. Let yo' nigga cum. Let me cum fo' you!"
"Cum, nigger," grunted the white man.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped with each thrust. She could feel her pussy getting slick with her own cum. "Oh, massa! Oh, massa!"
"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "Take it, you fuckin' nigger bitch. Take it all!"
Shanika felt him push into her so hard she almost fell forward. She could feel the warmth of his sperm being released into her. Her pussy continued to spasm and almost involuntarily milked the last of the semen from the white man's dick.
Her heart was pounding in her ears as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. She was completely unaware of her surroundings, only the pleasure emanating from her crotch. After a few minutes she felt him withdraw from her but she remained bent over, ass in the air, pussy leaking cum, her face resting on the filthy mattress. She felt thoroughly and completely used. Her sore pussy was radiating heat.
"Massa," she said shakily, "Oh, Massa. You too good to yo' nigga."
"You're not through yet, girl," he told her. "Turn around and take care of business."
Shanika rose to her hands and knees and turned herself to face him. He stood, his slick wet cock hanging between his legs.
"Kin I, massa?" she asked.
"You better," he replied.
She leaned forward and rubbed her face on his sticky wet cock. She looked up at him for approval. She saw his expression soften slightly and she leaned forward again and licked it clean. She kissed the tip. She started to lean back onto her knees and stopped.
She was overwhelmed by the power of the orgasm she'd experienced and the way this kindly white man had delivered it to her so forcefully.
The colored woman lowered herself down to where her face was over his boot tops and kissed each one. Hearing no objection from him she began to lick them with broad strokes of her tongue. She felt compelled to completely debase herself before him. He stood silently for a minute or two while she continued her show of devotion.
"That's enough, girl," he said softly. "Get up on your knees."
Ernie pulled up his pants as she clumsily pushed herself back up and stood on her knees. She looked up at him, her brown eyes wide and wet.
"Thank you, sir," she said. "Thank you for usin' your nigger this way. Thank you for makin' your nigger cum so good. Thank you, massa."
He reached down to touch her hair, but she leaned forward and licked his hand then kissed it. He paused briefly and then lay his hand on her head, gently stroking her hair.
"It's my pleasure, Shanika," he said. "You're a good nigger and you deserved it. Now get dressed in your own clothes. I'm taking you home."
The black woman put on her office clothes and felt totally out of place in them. Naked in her previous position, that was her place. She had no doubt. She picked up the sweat pants and tee shirt he'd lent her and they headed for the door. Ernie pulled the string and turned off the light.
They pushed out the door and stepped into the alley. Together they walked back out of the alley and onto the street. After another block, Ernie pulled his car keys out of his pocket.
"This one's mine," he said. He walked around to the driver door and turned the lock, popping them all open at once. "Hop in."
Ernie opened the driver door and got in. Shanika sat in the passenger seat. The white man started the engine and pulled out onto the street.
"So where are we going?" he asked. Shanika told him where her apartment was and off they went.
"Thank you so much for helping me tonight, sir," she said. Shanika lowered her voice. "And thank you for using me the way a nigger needs to be used."
"It was my pleasure, girl," he replied. "You didn't know what you stumbled into when you ran across me. I have some, well, pent up fantasies along these lines. This is the first time I ever got to act upon them. So it truly was my pleasure."
They arrived at Shanika's building and she looked over at Ernie. "Forgive me if this isn't my place, massa," she said and leaned across the front seat and kissed him on the cheek.
"It's your place, girl," he said and turned and kissed the black woman on the lips. Shanika blushed.
She took a piece of paper out of her pocket and wrote on it.
"Here's my number, massa," she said. "I would be honored if you would call me. I want to serve and please you."
"I'll call, nigger girl," he said, smiling. "Believe me, I'll call."
Shanika handed him the paper and gave him another kiss. Then she opened the car door, got out and walked to the front door of her building. She let herself in and the door closed behind her. She turned and looked out the window to see Ernie putting the car in gear and driving off.
The black woman let herself into her apartment and saw how late it was. She undressed and got into her bed and was quickly asleep. She'd had quite a busy day.
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