Kayla, Girl Next Door
by Neal


Chapter 2 - Initiation


It was a few days before Kayla worked up the courage to return to
Mr. Nelson's house.  The welts on her ass had faded and the pain was
pretty much gone.

She'd gone to sleep every night since her encounter with him
remembering the whupping he'd administered.  The black teenager
continued to fantasize about the older white man, imagining him to be
her massa on the plantation.  Taking her and having his way with her.
Using her for his pleasure.  Whupping her ass for the sheer joy of it.

That afternoon the negro girl nervously went through the tall hedges
surrounding the white man's yard.  She walked up to the back porch
door and knocked softly.  The butterflies in her stomach wouldn't let
her hang around long and when there was no immediate answer she turned
and began walking back to her own house.

The sound of the door opening startled Kayla and she turned around to
see Mr. Nelson standing there dressed in khaki slacks and a golf
shirt.  She walked back to the where he was at the back porch door.

"Why, Kayla!" he said with delight.  "What a pleasant surprise!  To
what do I owe the pleasure?  Have you come for more peaches?"  He
paused and smiled.  "Or have you come back because you're a nigger?"

"Ummm...," the colored girl said as she fidgeted while looking down at
the ground.

"Well, which is it?" he asked, still smiling.  "Is it the peaches or
are you a nigger?"

"I don't know," Kayla answered softly, lying.

"I think you do," Mr. Nelson countered.  "Tell me."

"I'm embarrassed," she blushed.  "You know why."

"You'll have to tell me, girl," said the white man.

"'Cause I'm a nigger," the black teenager said quietly.

"Speak up, girl," he instructed her.  "I can't hear you."

"I'm a nigger," she said louder, her face burning.

"Ah, so you're a nigger!" he exclaimed.  "Excellent!  Come inside
then."

Kayla followed Mr. Nelson onto the porch and into the house.  They
went through the kitchen and out into the living room.

The room was bright with a picture window that looked out onto the
front yard, which was also surrounded by hedges.  The floor was
carpeted with thick shag and furnished with an easy chair and a couch
surrounding a heavy looking wooden coffee table.

"So, how are you doing, girl?" he asked as he settled into the easy
chair.

"I'm ok," she answered, still fidgeting as she stood before him.

"I mean your behind, girl," he said, smiling.  "You took quite a
whuppin' the other day.  Does it still hurt?"

"Not anymore, no," replied the black girl.

"Let's have a look," said the white man.  "Turn around and drop your
panties.  Lift up your dress so I can see if there's still any marks."

"'k," Kayla said softly.

The teenaged negro girl turned around pulled her panties down over her
knees and let them drop to her ankles.  She felt her face grow hot
again as she lifted her dress up, exposing her bare black ass.

"Hmmm," Mr. Nelson murmured to himself, "you still have nice marks.
Bend over so I can see better."

Thoroughly embarrassed and aroused, Kayla complied.  She could feel
her ass cheeks spreading as she bent over for him.  He reached out and
put the palm of his hand gently on her backside and softly ran it over
the welts.  The colored girl felt her juices flowing and could smell
her scent in the air.

"Step out of those panties and spread you legs further," ordered the
white man.

The black teen swallowed and lifted one foot, allowing her panties to
slip off.  She spread her legs further and felt his hand softly on her
ass, moving down her crack and then pushing between her thighs.

"Open wider," he instructed.  "You will open your legs immediately and
make yourself available to me when you feel my hand there.  Do you
understand?"

"'k", she replied in a small voice as she spread her legs further.

"You're soaking, girl," he observed as he pushed his hand through her
legs and began stroking her pussy.

Kayla flushed with embarrassment again.  Mr. Nelson ran a finger down
her slit which caused her to tremble involuntarily.

"You like this, don't you?" he asked.

"Uh, huh," the black girl murmured.

"Stand up," he said abruptly, withdrawing his hand.  "Turn around and
face me."

The colored teen straightened, letting the dress drop down to cover
her, and turned towards him.  He sat watching her attentively.

"Take the dress off." the white man commanded her.

This time the colored girl was too aroused to be modest and pulled the
dress up over her head and stood before him wearing only her bra.

"And the bra," he continued.

Kayla blushed but removed the bra quickly, letting it drop to the
floor.

"Put your hands behind your head," ordered Mr. Nelson.  "That's how a
nigger girl displays herself for her master."

The black teen complied with the white man's instructions and placed
her hands behind her head while he drank in the view of her body.  His
eyes roamed leisurely over her brown skin, her full breasts, her wide
hips, her hairy pussy.

Mr. Nelson reached his hand between Kayla's legs.  She parted them
immediately to give him access.  He looked up at her and smiled as if
to say 'good girl'.  The white man began to stroke her pussy.

"The pussy hair has to go, girl," he said at last.  "I like my
nigger's pussy nice and bald.  Now run along home and take care of
that.  Then return.  Be quick about it."

Kayla bent over to pick up her panties when Mr. Nelson stopped her.

"You won't be needing those," he corrected her.  "Just put your dress
on and run home and do as I instructed you."

"I can't go home wit' no underwear on!" she protested.  "My mama's
home and she'll see I ain't got no bra on!  She'll tell me I's bein' a
slut!"

"I don't care," the white man said evenly.  "Now do as you're told or
you can gather all your clothes and leave and not come back.  I can't
abide disobedient nigger girls."

The colored girl felt it in her pussy when he referred to her, however
indirectly, as a nigger.  She thought for less than a second and then
picked up her dress and slipped it on over her otherwise naked black
body.

"That's more like it," he said with satisfaction.  "Hurry back."

"I be as fast as I kin," she replied.

Kayla walked quickly through the house and out the back door.  She
could feel the wetness between her legs with each step.  The negro
girl started to run across the back yard, but her large breasts
bounced so much that they hurt.  She went as fast as she could stand
through the bushes and across her own yard and in through the back
door.  Her mother Jaleesa was standing at the kitchen counter and
turned towards the back door when she heard her daughter opening it.

"Where you goin' in such a hurry, girl?" asked Jaleesa, looking
closely at the young woman.

"I forgot somethin', mama," Kayla replied without slowing down.

The black teen went up the stairs to the bathroom, closed the door,
and pulled off her dress.  She got out the shaving cream and razor she
used to shave her legs and underarms and stood in the bathtub.  The
colored girl lathered up her pubic hair with the cream and carefully
used the razor to shave her pussy clean the way Mr. Nelson wanted it.

Nice and smooth, the way Massa Nelson wanted it, she thought.  She
imagined how he'd touch it again while she stood before him and felt
herself creaming.  His hand felt so good on her intimate parts.  She
felt like she was his house nigger and he was taking his pleasure with
her.  She wanted to be just the way he wanted.  And if he wanted her
to have a smooth shaved pussy, then she would make sure he would be
pleased.

Kayla was careful not to nick herself, but her sensitive flesh was
still a little irritated since she'd never shaved herself there in the
past.  She dried her pussy off with a towel and put her dress back on.
Exiting the bathroom, she went quickly down the stairs.

Jaleesa stood at the bottom of the stairway and looked up at her.  The
black teen was certain her mother could see she had no bra on and
maybe even that she had no panties on either.  The older woman looked
her daughter over carefully, but said nothing.  Her expression was
unreadable.

"Gotta go, mama," said Kayla as she rushed by Jaleesa and went out the
door.

The colored girl was aware that her mother was watching as she hurried
across the yard and through the hedges to Mr. Nelson's place.  But she
was unconcerned about that and only focussed on getting back into the
white man's house and feeling his touch on her naked flesh again.  She
knocked at the back porch door and waited for him to answer it.
Mr. Nelson appeared after what seemed like a long wait to the excited
black teenager.

"Well, that was fast, Kayla," he observed.  "Let's see how you did."

"'k," she said as she reached for the door knob to let herself in.

"Uh uh," he said, shaking his head as he looked at her through the
screen door.  "Show me now."

Kayla felt a panic rising inside her.  She looked around and could see
the windows of neighboring houses.  Anyone could be watching out those
windows and see what she was doing.

"But someone might see!" the colored girl protested.

"So what?" the white man said.  "Show me.  Now."

The negro teen closed her eyes and imagined herself on the porch of
the plantation house where she was showing Massa Nelson what he wanted
to see.  She let the surrounding scenery of suburban back yards fade
away and lifted her dress to show him her freshly shaved pussy.

"Very good, girl," he said approvingly.  "Very, very good.  That
wasn't so hard, now was it?"

"Uh uh," Kayla replied.

She felt an odd mixture of pride and embarrassment at what she'd just
done: exposed herself outdoors at the command of this white man she'd
spent so much time fantasizing about.

"A good nigger not only does what she's told," explained Mr. Nelson.
"She shows proper respect.  When I ask you a question I expect to hear
'yes, sir' or 'no, sir.'  Do you understand?"

Being referred to as a nigger sent another jolt to black teen's
already heated up sex.  She felt embarrassed by the idea of having to
say 'yes, sir' and 'no, sir' to him but at the same time it caused
even further arousal.

"Yes, sir," said Kayla, her eyes cast down.

"That's better," Mr. Nelson allowed.  "Now take off the dress and you
can come inside."

"You want me to take my dress off outside?" the colored girl asked.
"I ain't got nothin' on under it!"

She already knew the answer to that question and felt a fresh hot rush
of embarrassment flush her face.  Plus she knew her pussy was creaming
at the idea of being made to expose herself at Massa Nelson's order.

"Yes, Kayla," Mr. Nelson answered.  "Take off your dress here.
Niggers don't wear clothes in my house.  It simply isn't done."

"I... I... I can't!" she exclaimed.  "People would see me!"

"Then go home," he said.

The white man waited for a few seconds watching her.  When the black
girl made no move to undress he turned away from the screen door and
started back into the house.

"Wait!  Please, sir!" Kayla spoke up.  "I's takin' it off."

The teenaged negro girl pulled her dress up over her head and dropped
it on the grass.  She stood there, naked in the white man's back yard,
waiting for him to turn around.  Mr. Nelson returned to the back door
and looked out at her.  Kayla slowly put her hands behind her head,
looking him in the eye trying to see some sign of approval.

"Alright, then," he said at last and opened the door for her.  "Come
inside, nigger."

Kayla felt a warm rush surge through her nude body.  He called her
nigger directly.  She was naked outdoors like an animal.  She felt
light headed, almost in a trance.  She *was* a nigger and she knew it.
The negro girl followed the white man into the house.

This time he led her down a hallway and into a small bedroom.  The
room's furnishings consisted entirely of a double bed on a high frame
in the middle of the carpeted floor.

"Lay on the bed, girl," Mr. Nelson ordered.  "Let's have a closer look
at you.  Open those legs wide so I can check out your coochie."

Kayla's face burned with embarrassment as she complied with his
instructions.  She'd never felt so naked in her life.  Her pussy was
as bare as a child's now and her legs were spread far apart.  Still,
she could feel the wetness on her sex and the cool breeze of the open
air.

"Good girl," he praised her.  "You did a fine job shaving.  No nicks
or anything."

The black girl felt a glow inside as she listened to how she'd pleased
him.  She also was aware of how exposed she was, how obscenely
displayed for him, but now it only added to her arousal.

"You're creaming nicely, Kayla," he observed.  "You're a very
responsive nigger.  I like that."

"Thank you, sir," she said, blushing and smiling.

Mr. Nelson reached out and gently ran his finger over Kayla's pussy
lips.  The colored girl gasped at his touch.  He stroked her again,
harder.  And again.  She moaned and pushed back into his hand so as to
feel more pressure against her sensitive parts.

"You like that, girl?" he asked, smiling.

"Uh huh," she murmured with her eyes closed as she pushed herself up
to meet his hand.

"Excuse me?" he asked with some measure of surprise.

Mr. Nelson pulled his hand back and Kayla pushed herself up further in
a frustrated attempt to maintain contact.

"Yes, sir," she said, somewhat breathless, her eyes open now.

"Yes, sir, what?" he asked her suggestively.

"Yes, sir, I like it," she said, bucking her hips in the air.

"That's better," he said, satisfied.

Mr. Nelson returned to stroking Kayla's pussy as she humped his hand.
He kept it up for a few minutes before he bent to taste her.  He
lapped his tongue from her cunt hole and up along the length of her
slit.

"Ohhh..." she sighed with pleasure.

The white man pushed his tongue into the black teenager's vagina to
get a better taste of her.  He ran it up her slit to her clit and
played gently with it before sucking it between his lips.  The colored
girl squirmed with delight.  At last he stood, leaving her frustrated.

"That's enough for you now," instructed Mr. Nelson.  "Get up and kneel
on the floor."

Kayla rolled off the bed and kneeled at the foot of it where he
indicated.  Mr. Nelson stood in front of her.  She looked up at him
expectantly.

"Tell me, Kayla," he began, "are you a virgin?"

The colored girl blushed and looked down.

"Yes, sir," she answered.  "Mama won't let me go with boys.  She says
I gots to save myself."

"Good," he said approvingly.  "What have you done with boys?"

The black teenager blushed again.

"I...," she started hesitatingly, "I... There was this boy...  He
lived in the same apartment building as us.  Once in the laundry room
he touched my titties."

"Under your blouse?" Mr. Nelson inquired.

"Yes, sir," Kayla said, embarrassed.  "He felt me up on my bare
titties."

"Did he touch your pussy?" he asked.

"I'm embarrassed, sir," she protested.  "Yes, sir.  He touched my
pussy.  He put his finger in it."

"Did you touch his cock?" the white man went on.

Kayla blushed at the continued questioning of her past sexual
activities.  She'd never told anyone about the boy in the laundry room
before and could feel her face flush and her pussy grow wetter at the
memory and the intimate interrogation.

"Yes, sir," said the colored girl.  "I touched it."

"Did you suck it?" Mr. Nelson wanted to know.

"No, sir," answered Kayla.  "I was scared.  It was too big.  I was
scared I'd choke."

The white man unzipped his fly and took his erect cock out.

"You're going to suck mine, girl," he told her gruffly.  "Open your
mouth and take it."

Kayla eyes went wide.  She felt her heart pounding and her face break
into a sweat.  The white man's cock was even bigger than she
remembered the boy in the laundry room's being.

"I'm afraid I'll choke," she said.  "It's so big, sir!"

"You're damn right you're gonna choke on it," he informed her.  "But
you're gonna take it like a good nigger, aren't you?"

The black teenager could feel her pussy creaming in spite of the sense
of panic rising inside her.  She could see he was very aroused by the
look on his face.  She was scared, but excited.  Massa Nelson wants
her bad, she thought.

"'k" she said softly.  "I's gon' take it, sir."

The older white man stepped towards where the young black woman knelt
on the floor, his cock right in her face, the tip brushing against her
cheek leaving a trail of pre-cum on her.

"Suck it, nigger," he said huskily.

Kayla looked up into his face.  Mr. Nelson's eyes were shining with
pure lust and desire for her.  She opened her mouth, never breaking
eye contact.  The colored teen leaned forward, taking in the head of
his cock and closing her lips around it.  Her mouth felt full and she
could feel the muscles in her jaw stretched from the size of it.

"That's it," he instructed.  "Now bob your head on it.  Suck on it."

The negro girl did as she was told.  Moving her head back and forth on
the white man's engorged cock she began sucking noisily.  The sound of
his heavy breathing and her wet slurping was all that could be heard.
She could feel her saliva drooling off her chin and landing on her
bare breast.

"Ahhh..." Mr. Nelson sighed with pleasure.  "That's the way, girl.
Suck it good."

Kayla was encouraged by his praise and bobbed her head faster and
tried to take more of his length into her mouth.  A couple times she
felt she was about to gag, but was eager to please him.  Her fantasy
of pleasing her massa was coming true and she could feel that her
pussy was dripping wet.

"Take more of it," he commanded, grabbing her head by the hair with
both hands.

Mr. Nelson thrust his dick against the back of her throat causing her
to gag.  The panic she felt began to intrude on Kayla's fantasy.  She
could feel her hair being pulled by the tight grip he held it in as he
used her mouth for his pleasure.  The colored girl choked on the
downstroke and gasped for breath on the upstroke.  Her eyes watered
and tears ran down her face, mixing with the thick spittle dripping
off her chin and onto her chest.

"This is what niggers are for," he told her as he fucked her helpless
mouth.  "Take it, nigger."

Kayla moaned and choked around his cock which filled her mouth and
stretched her thick negro lips.  Mr. Nelson was bucking his hips into
the black teenager's face now, totally overcome with animal lust.  She
could only take it and try to catch a breath when she could.  Finally
he pushed it in even further and she felt the hot jets of cum as he
ejaculated down her throat.

"Ugh," he grunted as his dick spasmed.  "Oh, fuck!  Take it, you
fuckin' bitch.  You fuckin' nigger bitch."

After a few strong shots into the helpless negro girl's mouth she felt
him soften and withdraw.  Her eyes were filled with tears.  Her face
was smeared with her saliva and his semen.  The thick liquid hung off
her chin in a long strand to her chest.  Her breasts were wet where
she'd drooled on herself, the spittle running in a rivulet over her
belly and down her thighs.

Kayla coughed and breathed heavily, filling her lungs with air.
Mr. Nelson stood over her, his now flaccid cock hanging out of his
pants, glistening with wetness.

"Niggers thank men for using them, Kayla," he informed her.  "And they
offer to clean up after themselves.  My dick still has some spunk on
it."

"Thank you fo' usin' me, sir," she said, her voice cracking.  "You
want me to clean yo' dick off?"

"Yeah," Mr. Nelson accepted.  "Go ahead and clean it off.  Next time
ask nice.  Niggers should want to clean up after themselves, but they
need to ask permission.  Got it?"

"Yes, sir," said Kayla.  "I's sorry fo' not doin' it right.  Kin I
please clean yo' cock off, sir?"

"Much better, girl," he said approvingly.  "It's ok.  You just need
more training to be a proper nigger for me.  You have my permission to
clean up my cock."

"Thank you, sir," said the colored girl.

Kayla leaned forward and licked the thick semen off Mr. Nelson's cock.
She was trembling with excitement.  Her pussy was creaming so hard she
was afraid it was dripping onto the floor between her legs.  When she
was finished she looked back up into his eyes and kissed the tip.

"Is I yo' nigga now, sir?" she asked expectantly.

"Yes, Kayla," he told her.  "You're my nigger now."

The black girl glowed as her fantasy became reality, even though the
transformation had been much harsher than she'd imagined.  Her throat
hurt and her jaw ached.  But she could feel her clit throbbing and her
pussy gushing.

"Thank you, massa," Kayla said.

"Pardon me?" he asked, unsure if he'd heard right.

"I's sorry, sir," she said, embarrassed at having spoken her fantasy
out loud.  "I means thank you, *sir*."

"Massa is fine, girl," Mr. Nelson told her.  "I like it.  It's very
niggerly of you to say it."  He paused for a moment and looked her up
and down where she knelt.  "You do know you're creaming onto the
carpet?"

Kayla was mortified at hearing this and blushed profusely.  She had
felt like she'd totally let go for the white man, but the idea of his
seeing just how aroused she was embarrassed her.

"I's sorry to make a mess, sir," she said, humiliated.

"That's ok, girl," he told her.  "Lick it up."

The negro girl felt a shudder through her body.  Did he want her to
lick her cream off the floor?  It seemed so degrading even after what
he'd already done to her.

"You mean off the floor?" she asked.  "Sir?"

"Yes, Kayla," he confirmed.  "Lick it up off the floor.  Now."

Her face was hot as she got on all fours and backed up so that she
could see the drops of pussy cream on the carpet.  She looked back up
into Mr. Nelson's face and saw that he was completely serious.  She
lowered her face to the floor, stuck out her tongue, and tentatively
began licking at the white drops.  This merely moved them around so
she lowered her head further and closed her lips over the shag and
sucked the thick liquid up.  The taste was musky and not at all
unpleasant.  When she finished she looked back up for approval.

"Very good, girl," he praised her, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You may touch your pussy now."

Kayla was chagrined again.  He wanted to see her masturbate?  This was
just piling one humiliation on top of another.  Unsatisfied with her
debasement at sucking her juices off the carpet, he now wanted to
watch her pleasure herself afterwards.  But that's what her massa
wanted to see.  And she knew she wanted to do it, her clit was aching
for attention.  She gasped as she touched herself.  Her clit was
popped out and sensitive.  Touching it felt good.

"Now taste it," instructed Mr. Nelson.

The negro girl brought her her hand, her finger slick with her cream,
to her mouth and licked it.  She liked it and began sucking on it.
Looking up at the white man while she did it, she could tell he liked
it, too.  The cum and saliva on her face was starting to dry and she
could feel it on her skin.  Her pussy was radiating heat now at
putting on such a slutty display.

"Get on your back now," he ordered.  "Scoot over here where I can
reach you and open those legs up."

Kayla complied.  She could feel the wet spot from the carpet in the
middle of her back but she didn't care.  She squirmed herself over to
the edge of the bed where Mr. Nelson sat.  She held her legs wide
open, splaying herself obscenely for the older white man.  Her pussy
lips were swollen and moist.  Her clit erect and throbbing.  He sat
there looking down at her and rested his bare foot on her sex,
applying light pressure to it and rubbing it gently.

"You like that, girl?" he asked her.

"Yes, sir," the colored girl replied, her eyes half closed.  "It feel
good, massa."

"Good," he responded.  "I want you to feel good."

The teenager humped her pussy into the pressure of his foot and could
feel the climax building inside her.  She'd been close for some time
now, and knew it wouldn't take long.

"Are you going to cum, Kayla?" Mr. Nelson asked.

"Uh huh," she murmured, humping faster as her orgasm approached.
"Sir," she added breathlessly.

"Niggers need to ask permission to cum, Kayla," he told her.  "Cumming
without permission earns punishment."

"Uh huh," she panted.  "Kin I?  Kin I, sir?"

"Can you what?" he asked with mock puzzlement.

"Cum, sir!" she squealed.  "Kin I cum?"

Kayla's excitement was overwhelming her and she was humping
Mr. Nelson's foot furiously.  The white man smiled down into the
pleading face of the black teenager.

"Yes, you may, girl," he told her at last.  "Cum for me, Kayla."

"Ahhh!  Ahhh!" she cried out, her eyes open wide.  "Ohhh!  Ahhh!"

"That's a good girl," he said gently.  "That's what I want to see.
Cum for me, girl."

"Ohhh...  Ohhh..." she sighed, her chest heaving.

Kayla lay on her back on the floor as her orgasm subsided while
Mr. Nelson watched her from his vantage point sitting on the edge of
the bed.  At last she looked at him and could see his foot was slick
with her juices.

"Kin I clean yo' foot off, massa?" she asked.  "Please, sir?"

"Uh huh," he answered.  "Come and get it."

The negro girl rolled over and got to her hands and knees.  She
crawled over to where she could lick the bottom of his foot off and
clean her cream of him.  When she was finished she kissed his foot and
looked back up at him.

"Put your face on the floor, nigger," he commanded.

Kayla put her face down, her fat black ass up in the air.  She could
feel the dampness on her nose from the moist spot on the carpet that
had just been between her legs.  He placed his foot on the back of her
head and pushed firmly, pressing her face into the wet carpeting.  Of
all the degrading acts she'd endured, and yes, enjoyed, this was the
most humbling.  She waited patiently, breathing through her mouth.

"You are my nigger, Kayla," he stated.  "This is your place.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes, sir," came the muffled reply.

In spite of the demeaning position she was in at that moment, she felt
pride in having pleased the white man.  This was no longer a
masturbation fantasy.  She knew she was truly his now and that she had
pleased him greatly.  He lifted his foot after a long several seconds.

"Get up now," he ordered.  "On your hind legs."

Slowly, her joints stiff, Kayla got to her feet.  Not knowing what
else to do, she clasped her hands behind her head and stood with her
legs open in the display position he'd taught her the day before.  She
waited like that, her eyes downcast.  The solemnness of her expression
completely at odds with the pleasure and pride she felt inside.

"Good girl!" he said, beaming at her.  "Good girl.  Good nigger."

He stood and tousled her hair.  She looked up at him and smiled
slightly.

"Alright," Mr. Nelson said finally.  "Now let's get you cleaned up.
There's a shower in there.  Go wash up and join me in the living room
when you're finished."

The white man indicated a closed door with a nod of his head.  Kayla
went to open it and saw there was a three quarter bathroom with a
sink, toilet, and shower stall.  She stepped into it and turned to see
he was gone and she was alone.

The hot water felt good on her skin.  She felt clean again after
washing the sticky drying substances off herself.  Finished, she dried
herself on a towel that was there.

Kayla padded out into the living room.  Mr. Nelson was sitting in his
easy chair. She stood in front of him and assumed the display
position.  He reached up and touched her face.  The white man let his
hand run down over the negro girl's large black breasts, her belly,
and finally between her legs.  She opened her legs wider to give him
easier access.

"Excellent!" he said.  "My, but you're learning quickly, girl.  I
can't believe this is only your first day.  You're a good nigger and
you've pleased me very much."

Kayla felt herself blush at his words of praise.  She was very happy
to hear how pleased he was with her.  This was how she imagined she
felt in her plantation fantasy where she was massa's favorite house
nigger.

"Thank you, sir," she said, smiling softly.  "I's glad you pleased
wit' me."

"Oh, yes, Kayla," he told her, letting his hand drop from between her
thighs.  "I'm very pleased, indeed.  But now you need to go home.  You
can come back tomorrow afternoon to continue your training."

While she was happy to hear Mr. Nelson invite her back the next day,
she was a little saddened at having to leave now.  Especially since
she could feel herself getting aroused again at his touch.

"Yes, sir," she said, her disappointment unmistakable.  "I'll go now."

He walked her to the back door, her dress still laying in the grass.
He opened the door and this time she went out with no hesitation at
exposing herself outside.  The colored girl bent and picked up her
dress.  She turned towards the white man without putting it on,
knowing he'd be pleased to see her remain naked.

"Good bye, massa," she said.  "Thank you."

"You're welcome, girl," he smiled.  "See you tomorrow.  Don't forget
to put your dress back on."

Kayla smiled and blushed, looking down at the ground first and then
back up at him.  Putting the dress on, she waved and walked slowly
across the yard and went through the tall hedge into her own yard.
She could see her mother watching from the kitchen window, but she
felt strangely unselfconscious in spite of the fact that she was
obviously naked under her dress.

From her bedroom window Kayla could see into Mr. Nelson's back yard.
The white man was once again out tending the peach tree.  She watched
as he gathered a few more pieces of the sweet ripe fruit and returned
into his house.

That night she felt too spent to masturbate.  Instead she drifted off
to sleep dreaming of Massa Nelson on the plantation.  But this time
instead of the plantation house, it was Mr. Nelson's modest suburban
house in her thoughts.  He was still her massa and she was still his
favorite house nigger.  But now it was real and not just a dream.



  
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