Laquetta on the Streets
by Neal


Chapter 5 - Hotel Hooker


The minutes went by endlessly.  The black whore began to lose track of
the time as she waited there naked kneeling bent over on the bed in
the dark.  Her fat black ass was in the air, her face on the bed
spread.

Laquetta could feel the lube that Miz Kingsley had spread liberally down
the crack of her ass so as to make her employer's access to the
negress's puckered asshole easy for him.  She was also aware of her
damp pussy, moist in anticipation of his using her.  The welts left by
the beating at the hand of the young cosmetologist still throbbed, but
were not as painful as they had been earlier.

At last she heard the outside door open and close. The colored woman
listened intently to the muffled voices outside the bedroom.  The door
opened and light spilled into the room.  She dared not look up or even
move.  She could hear the sound of him walking across the carpet and
stopping beside the bed.  His weight on the mattress caused it to sag
as he climbed up onto it.

Laquetta heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled followed by his fly
being unzipped.  A few moments later she felt the head of his cock
between the cheeks of her ass and gasped as he slid it easily inside
her asshole.  She felt stretched and full.  There was a dull pain
accompanied by mild arousal as his dick pushed deeply into her bowels.
He grunted as she accepted his entire length.

He partially withdrew his cock and then slammed it home violently
causing Laquetta to yelp in pain.  This only seemed to entice him as he
repeated the stroke, slowly withdrawing and then forcefully thrusting
himself in as far as he could.  The big black girl's ass was taking
quite a beating as he gradually increased the pace of the butt fucking
he was giving her until he was just pumping in and out strongly and
rhythmicly.

The white man and the black whore were silent other than the sounds of
their exertion.  He grunted with each stroke and his breathing grew
louder from the energy he was expending into the colored woman's ass.
She gasped and whimpered as she did her best to take the pounding
stoicly, knowing it would please him if she did.  The slap of flesh on
flesh finished the mix.

"Uh... uh...  ahhh..." he sighed as he ejaculated in the negro woman's
rectum.

Laquetta felt his semen flood into her, she knew her pussy was soaking.
After a minute he withdrew and she felt his weight lifted from the
bed.  She listened to him gather the trousers he'd slipped off and
listened as he walked across the room and out the door.  The room went
completely dark again and she heard the latch click shut.

The big black girl still hadn't moved from the position that Miz
Kingsley had placed her in.  She could feel an ache where she'd been
used.  Semen leaked from her asshole and slowly ran down her crack.
Her body began to stiffen from not moving, but she instinctively knew
she had to wait for instructions to get up or lay down.

She could hear water running in the adjacent bedroom.  Presumably he
was taking a shower in preparation for his dinner engagement.  Laquetta
felt like a used whore.  Used and abandoned once the white man had
finished his business with her.

After what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been, she heard voices
again in the main room followed by the outside door closing.  A moment
later the door to the bedroom she was in opened and the lights came
on.  She blinked at the brightness after having been in the dark for
so long.

"All right, slut," Miz Kingsley ordered.  "Get up.  Time to get
cleaned up.  He'll be back after his dinner meeting and will want to
relax.  Go wash your nasty ass off and present yourself to me.  I'll
be in the living room."

Laquetta got up and walked to the bathroom.  She turned on the water and
stepped into the shower to wash the semen and lube off her ass and
legs where it had ran.  She was careful not to mess up Jenny's makeup
work.  The big black girl dried herself and returned to the living
room.  Miz Kingsley sat on the couch on the other side of the room.
The white lady looked up from the fashion magazine she was reading.

"I's all cleaned up, ma'am," the negress announced as she walked
through the bedroom door.

"Get on the floor," ordered the white lady.  "On your hands and
knees."

Laquetta complied, kneeling, then getting on all fours.  She looked up
at the older woman and waited for further instruction.  Once again,
she could feel the moistness between her legs growing in spite of her
dislike of the blonde haired lady.

"Come over here, dog," Miz Kingsley instructed, looking down at the
negro woman on the floor.  "Come over here and present yourself to
me."

The big black girl felt like a dog.  She crawled to where the white
lady sat, her heavy breasts swinging as she went.  Laquetta stopped at
her feet, looking up at her.

"When I say present, nigger," the white lady explained, as though to a
slow child, "you present your fat black ass to me.  The way a bitch
presents herself to a male dog when she's in heat.  Is this too
difficult a concept for you?"

"No, ma'am," Laquetta replied, chastised.

She hung her head and turned around, facing away from the white woman.

"Back up some," Miz Kingsley ordered.  "You're too far away."

"Yes, ma'am," said the big black girl.

Laquetta moved back closer to the couch until her feet touched it.  She
was shocked when she felt the white lady's feet suddenly on top of her
ass.  The negress realized she was being used as a foot stool!  She
hadn't been expecting the degradation of being used as furniture.
Apparently just being treated like a dog wasn't enough for the cruel
older woman, thought the big black girl.

"Ah..., that's much better!" sighed Miz Kingsley.  "Isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Laquetta.  "Thank you for using me this way."

Her face was hot with shame at being treated as an object and having
to thank her tormenter for her debasement.  The white lady settled
back into reading her magazine, her legs crossed, feet comfortably
resting on the big black girl's bare backside.

Laquetta remained motionless, down on all fours, acting as a foot rest.
The room was quiet except for the sound of Miz Kingsley turning the
glossy pages of the magazine, filled with pictures of smiling young
white women in designer clothes and articles on hair and nail care.
Every five to ten minutes, The white lady recrossed her legs, taking
little care in being gentle with her human hassock.

Miz Kingsley was chuckling to herself over something she'd just read
when her cell phone rang.  Laquetta felt her weight shift as the white
lady leaned to one side to pick it up.

"Hello?" she said.  "Yes, sir."

The older woman paused and listened.

"Yes, sir," she said finally.  "Half an hour.  I'll have her ready for
you.  Good bye, sir."

Miz Kingsley leaned forward and set the cell phone down on the big
black girl's back as if she were a table.  The white lady leaned back
on the couch, propped her feet back up on the negress's ass, her heels
digging into her soft brown flesh, and resumed her reading.  Laquetta
waited to hear what the instructions were to be, but the older woman
was clearly not going to tell her yet.

The black whore felt the white lady lift one foot off her ass and
start probing between her legs with it.  Laquetta felt Miz Kingsley's
stocking clad toe penetrate her pussy roughly and move around.  She
gasped at the unexpected shock.

"Hush, bitch!" the blonde told her.  "You're soaked.  Slut."

Laquetta was humiliated again.  She couldn't understand how this
demeaning treatment was arousing her so much.  Her back hurt and her
joints were getting stiff.  But her pussy was undeniably wet.  The
negress ashamed of herself.  She actually leaned her weight back
slightly against the pressure of the white lady's foot.

"Be still!" Miz Kingsley scolded.  "Nasty whore."

The white lady withdrew her foot from between the black whore's legs
and removed the other from its resting place on the negress's ass.
She stood, then leaned and retrieved the cell phone from the negro
coffee table.  The black girl felt a nudge on her ass.

"Move," commanded the white lady.

Laquetta began to crawl in the direction Miz Kingsley pushed her.  Back
towards the bedroom.

"All the way back to the bathroom," the blonde instructed.  "That's
where you'll be used next."

Back to the bathroom, Laquetta thought.  What new humiliation waited for
her there, she wondered.  She crawled through the door onto the
linoleum tile she'd cleaned with her tongue earlier.

"Turn around," ordered Miz Kingsley.  "Up on your knees.  You'll be
acting as a urinal for him when he arrives here in a few minutes.
Hands behind your back, mouth open."

Laquetta was all too familiar with this activity, having been used this
way by the white man the last time she saw him.  The memory of it
reminded her how dirty she felt.  How used.  How ashamed by the
degradation.  How ashamed by the arousal.  She complied with the white
ladies instructions and sat up on her knees, placing her hands behind
her back.  The whore opened her mouth and looked at the lady.

"Very good," the white woman praised her obedience.  "Wait just like
that.  When he arrives, you will offer yourself for use.  Assuming he
accepts you will ask permission to unzip his fly, take his cock out,
and place it in your mouth.  Do not disrespect him by failing to
swallow it all.  When he's finished relieving himself, you will clean
him off, put his cock back, and zip his fly back up.  You will thank
him for use, profusely and sincerely.  Do you understand?"

The black whore felt a lump in her throat and tears welling up in her
eyes hearing this.  This degradation was almost too much to bear.  The
time in the alley was bad enough, but this seemed so much worse.  The
white man had at least spoken to her then, acknowledging her.  This
time she'd been used both by him and this woman and said nothing to
her.  Now she was to be his urinal.  Not even to be used for sex, but
as a place for him to piss.

"Yes, ma'am," Laquetta's voice cracked as she choked back the tears.  "I
understands."

"I can see why he chooses whores like you," Miz Kingsley said with
undisguised contempt.  "Only a nigger would do this.  I don't think he
could bring himself to treat one of those pretty white escort girls
this way.  I doubt they'd stand for it, either!  But it fits you.
Nigger."  She almost spat the last word out.

The tears rolled down the shamed negress's face as the white woman
turned and switched off the lights, though with her.  Laquetta was left
alone, kneeling in the dark on the floor, awaiting further
degradation.

Laquetta waited like that for what seemed like an hour, though it must
have been less.  She heard male voices, more than one, in the outside
room.  The door opened and the light came on along with the exhaust
fan in the light fixture.  She blinked at the sudden brightness, but
she could see it was him.

"I'll be right back, Stan!" he called back to the open bedroom door.

"Please use me, sir," Laquetta said softly.  "Please let me serve you."

"Go ahead," he replied.

"Please, kin I take your cock out for you?" she asked without looking
up at him.

"You may," was his response.

"Thank you, sir," she said.

Laquetta reached forward and unzipped the white man's fly.  She reached
in through the fly of his shorts and gently took his cock out.
Leaning forward she took him into her mouth, closing her lips around
him.  Only a few seconds elapsed before she felt the initial jolt of
hot liquid against the back of her throat.

The black whore valiantly tried to swallow it all as he emptied his
bladder into her mouth.  A small rivulet leaked out of her lips and
ran down her chin, dripping onto her breast, finally pooling on the
floor between her open thighs.  She felt the stream subside and stop.
The negro woman let the white man's cock slip out of her lips and
proceeded to lick it off thoroughly.  Finally she tucked his dick back
in his pants and zipped up the fly.

"Thank you so much for usin' me, sir," she said, her eyes downcast.
"It was a honor to serve you this way."

Whap!  Whap!  He slapped her hard across the face.

"You spilled some," he said sternly.  "Now, lick it up."

"Yes, sir," sniveled Laquetta.  "I's sorry, sir."

The big black girl, her face stinging, got on all fours and licked the
spilled urine from the floor as he stood and watched her.  The puddle
was small and it didn't take long for her to lap it up.  She looked up
from her hands and knees at him.

"Ain't no mo', sir," she said.

"That's better," he said, mollified.  "We'll have to work on that
more.  I'm sure you'll do better next time."

"Yes, sir!" agreed the colored whore.  "Thank you, sir."

He reached his hand out and placed it on top of her head.

"Good girl," he praised her.  "I know you will."

The white man held his hand there for a few more seconds before
turning to leave.  Like the white lady before him, he turned out the
light and walked towards the bedroom door.

"Sorry to take so long, Stan," she heard him say as he was closing the
bedroom door, "I had a little trouble with the toilet."

The door closed and Laquetta was alone in the dark again.  She began to
wonder if all this was worth it.  It would have taken her the weekend
to earn this much money anyways.  She got to see him again and be used
by him again.  But she'd hoped he'd use her for sex more and not so
much as a urinal.  And the white lady.  The bitchy white lady used her
as furniture and offered her body as a tip to the skinny red headed
girl.  It was almost too much for the big black girl to take.

The door opened again and the negress hear approaching footsteps.  It
hadn't been so long that he'd need to relieve himself again.  The
negress wondered why he was returning so soon.  The light came on and
she was looking up at a balder, grayer, certainly older man.  This
must be Stan, she figured.  As hard as it was for her to serve the man
who'd had her brought here, offering her services as a urinal to this
stranger was as an embarrassing thing as she'd ever done.  But, she
knew she had to do it.

"Please use me, sir," she said quietly, quickly averting her eyes.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Stan, a surprised look on his face.  "I thought he
was bustin' my balls!  But there's really a fat black whore in the
bathroom!  Are you seriously here to drink piss?"

"Yes, sir," Laquetta said, still looking at his shoes.  "Please let me
serve you."

"Ok, if that's what you want!" said the white man.

"May I take you cock out, please, sir?" asked the black whore, her
face burning with shame.

"Sure!" he allowed.  "Feel free."

Focusing on the task at hand, Laquetta rose slightly on her knees and
unzipped the gray haired man's trousers and fished his cock out.  The
smell was sweaty and strong.  She leaned forward and took it into her
mouth.  Nothing happened for a long several seconds.  She felt him
begin to harden slightly.  Finally a trickle of piss started which
grew somewhat, though not as strong as the first man.

The colored girl was grateful for the reduced volume since it allowed
her to swallow without spilling any, even though it took longer for
the older white man to empty his bladder down her throat.  At last, he
finished.  She sucked him for a few seconds more and let his cock fall
out of her mouth.  The black whore tucked it back into his pants and
zipped him up.

"Thank you, sir, for usin' me this way," she said, her voice shaking.
"I's grateful for yo' pee."

"Damn!" he exclaimed and shook his head slowly as he walked away,
leaving the light on.

Laquetta could hear him still through the open door to the outer room.

"Goddamn, buddy!" exclaimed Stan.  "I thought you was bullshittin' me
for sure!  Where'd you get a bitch who'd be a toilet for you?"

"You just have to know where look," he answered.  "She's good for more
that just drinking piss."  He paused.  "Victoria, go get the nigger
cleaned up and bring her out here.  Time for her to do another trick."

"Yes, sir," Miz Kingsley replied.  "I'll go fetch her."

The white lady soon appeared in the bathroom doorway.  She stood there
a moment looking down at the black whore.  Laquetta met her gaze, still
shamed.

"Why isn't your mouth open?" asked the blonde woman.  "Have you
forgotten such simple instructions already?"

"I's sorry, ma'am," the big black girl replied, leaving her mouth open
wide after speaking.  She slowly started to drool.

"You know what?" Miz Kingsley went on.  "I think I can see the
attraction of peeing in you nigger mouth.  It's actually quite
inviting.  But now it's time for you to clean up.  Get in the shower
and wash the piss off your nasty self.  Use the mouth wash to deal
with your stinky breath.  He's got other things to use that mouth for
next.  Don't mess up that makeup job.  He loves the slut look you've
got going.  Now get on with it!"

Laquetta struggled to her feet and took another swig of mouth wash.
Even so, she could taste the urine a little along with the mint.  She
ran the water in the shower and stepped in, careful to not get water
on her hooker makeup.  After she finished washing up, the big black
girl got out of the shower and toweled off.  She stood there looking
at the white lady, who'd been supervising her the entire time.

Whap!  Stunned and confused by the sudden slap across the face, Laquetta
put her hand to her burning cheek.  Whap!  Miz Kingsley slapped the
other side of her face with her other hand.

"Get down off your hind legs, bitch!" the white lady said angrily.
"What do you mean standing there as though you were my equal!  On your
knees, dumb nigger!"

"I's sorry, ma'am," Laquetta apologized, quickly getting back on her
knees.

"I thought it was clear to you that you are nothing but a fat nigger
dog!"  explained Miz Kingsley harshly.  "You will not be up on your
hind legs anymore than you'd get up on the furniture without being
told to first!  My goodness!  The very idea of it!  Now get on all
fours immediately."

"Yes, ma'am," the negress replied, complying with the orders.

Laquetta looked up from the floor once she was on her hands and knees.

"That's better," the white lady said calmly.  "Follow me."

Miz Kingsley lead the way into the bedroom, with the Laquetta at her
heel.  The white lady opened an overnight bag that was on the floor
and removed a thick black leather collar with chromed studs even
spaced around it.  A classic dog collar, the colored woman realized,
knowing instantly what it was for.

The white lady bent over and placed the dog collar around the black
whore's neck.  She pulled it tight enough to be uncomfortable and then
buckled it.  She produced a chain leash from the overnight bag and
clipped it on the collar.  Standing, the blonde jerked on the leash.

"Heel, dog," she instructed.  "Let's go.  It's show time."

Laquetta was shocked at this sudden turn of events.  Certainly the white
lady had treated her as a dog, and had so much as called her one.  The
collar and leash, though, were an unexpected addition to her
degradation.  The collar was too tight, making it difficult for her to
swallow.  She felt like an animal.

Miz Kingsley jerked the leash again when the big black girl failed to
come to heel immediately, which brought Laquetta's focus back to
performing the task at hand: being a dog for white people.  She was
led out into the main room, the chain leash jangling, where her
erstwhile employer along with Stan, the older white man, sat in the
two easy chairs.

"Well!" exclaimed the white man, "what have we here?  A big fat nigger
dog!  Come here, doggy."

The white lady dropped the leash.  Laquetta crawled to him, dragging the
leash behind her.  Being treated like a dog had her hot with
humiliation Still, she could feel the wetness between her legs
growing.  The white man unzipped his pants and took his dick out.  The
big black girl knew immediately what was expected of her.  She put her
head between his legs and started licking his dick.

"Good dog!" he praised her.

A fresh wave of shame washed over Laquetta hearing this.  His dick grew
erect and she took it into her mouth and sucked on it.  She bobbed her
head up and down on him, the chain leash attached to her dog collar
jingled with each stroke, reminding her of what she was to him.  A big
black dog.

He leaned back, resting his head on the back of the easy chair.
Laquetta bobbed her head faster over his hard cock, slurping noisily as
she did it.  She could taste the pre cum on the tip of his dick and
began sucking on the up stroke.  The white man moaned his approval.
The black whore increased the pace of her efforts.  Finally she was
rewarded.

"Ohhh....  Ahhh...." he sighed, ejaculating in her mouth.

Laquetta sucked down his semen greedily, enjoying the sounds of pleasure
he made.  She held his cock in her mouth until it softened, at which
point she lifted her head, letting it slide out.  The colored woman
kissed the tip.

"Good dog," he said in a tone usually heard from a master praising a
pet.

"Thank you, sir," said Laquetta.

"Now, now!" he scolded in the same tone he had just praised her with.
"Doggies don't talk.  What do doggies say?"

The big black girl was dumbfounded.  Did he really expect her to bark
like a dog for him?  Obviously, he did, she realized.  This was too
much.  It was bad enough to be treated like an animal.  Now she was
supposed to play the part, too.  She felt a lump in her throat and her
face burned with shame.

"Arf!" she barked.  "Arf!  Arf!"

"That's better!" he said, pleased.  "Good doggy!  Now pant for us."

Oh, no! she thought, when will the humiliation end?  Laquetta stuck out
her tongue and panted like a dog.  The white man grinned as he looked
at her degrade herself.  Miz Kingsley chuckled.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Stan.  "Where do you find these bitches?  This
is giving me a serious boner!"

"On the street," replied the white man.  "It's not hard."

He turned to the panting black whore.

"You hear that, girl?" he asked her, again as if talking to an actual
dog.  "The nice man has a bone for you!  Go get it, doggy."

This was getting to be surreal, thought Laquetta.  She felt such
humiliation burning inside her, but she *was* a dog.  A bitch in heat.
Her pussy was soaked.  The white man was her master.  She wanted to
please him.

"Arf!" she barked without prompting.

Laquetta crawled to where Stan sat and looked up him as he quickly undid
his belt and took his pants down.  His erection was standing straight
up, clearly he was aroused by the doggy show.  The big black whore
went to work it immediately, slurping it into her mouth quickly with
no preliminaries.  This white man was clearly ready.

"Oh, yeah," he sighed as his length penetrated the negress's lips.
"Damn, that feels good!"

The colored woman bobbed her head quickly on the white man's cock.  He
met each stroke with a thrust of his own.  Shortly she felt his hands
on the back of her head, forcing more of his dick into her, the tip
hitting the back of her throat.  She fought to suppress her gag reflex
and tried to just relax and let him fuck her face.  She sputtered and
drooled as she felt his pubic hairs tickle her nose.

"Fuck!" he cried.  "Oh, fuck!"

Laquetta felt the hot spurts of semen hit her throat as he came hard.
She began milking him with her mouth, trying to suck him dry.

"Oh yeah..." he moaned with pleasure.  "God damn!  That girl can suck!
I'm drained."

The negro woman released his cock and began licking it clean, finally
kissing the tip, then returning to her place on the floor.  She looked
from Stan's face to that of her master.

He was her master, Laquetta realized.  Even though he'd paid for her
body, she knew he was not just some john.  She didn't feel the need to
please a john, just get his money.  But she felt a desire to please
this white man.  And she'd do whatever he wanted in order to
accomplish that.  Serving him.  Serving his friends.  Serving the
bitchy white woman who worked for him.  But it was all to please
*him*.

She turned her eyes into his face and met his gaze.  Laquetta wanted to
show him the devotion she felt for him.  Though it humiliated her to
do it, she panted like a dog for him, all the while looking for a sign
of approval from him.

"Good dog!" he said with pleased satisfaction.  "Come here, girl."

The big black girl crawled to him, dragging her leash behind her, as
Stan and Miz Kingsley looked on.  He put his hand on her head and
stroked her.

"Good dog," he repeated softly.  "Lie down."

Laquetta lay on the floor.  Stan stared open mouthed at the display.
Miz Kingsley grinned.

"Roll over," he ordered.

"She is such a whore!" exclaimed the white lady with a tone of
superiority in her voice..

"This is fuckin' hot," murmured Stan, aroused again in spite of having
just been sucked to orgasm by the big black girl.

The colored girl was totally lost in the moment and was oblivious to
the others.  The white man was her master.  She was his bitch.  She
rolled over.  He stopped her when she was on her back.

"Stay," commanded her master.

Laquetta now lay on her back on the floor in front of him, her legs
splayed obscenely wide, her pussy open and exposed.  He'd removed his
shoes and socks at some point and now placed his bare foot squarely on
her crotch and applied a small amount of pressure.

The big black girl felt nothing but pleasure at his touch and
immediately closed her eyes and began rubbing herself on him.  She
knew she must be getting the bottom of his foot slick with her juices
because she could feel how wet she was.  He pressed back into her
which encouraged her to hump faster.  Soon she felt her orgasm
building.  Her eyes opened and a happy dumb look spread across her
face.

"What a slut!" observed Miz Kingsley.

"Oh, man!" exclaimed Stan.

"Ohhh...  Ahhh..." whimpered Laquetta as she came, continuing to hump
furiously.  "Ahhh..."

The white man continued to apply pressure to her sex until her climax
subsided.  Laquetta's skin was shiny with sweat and her breathing hard.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him.  He lifted his foot up, it
glistened with her cream.  She rolled back to her hands and knees and
turned around to face him.  His pussy slickened foot hung before her.
The colored woman began to lick her juices off it.

"Good girl," he said.  "Good girl."

Laquetta blushed as she finished cleaning his foot, basking in his
praise.

"I want to put my feet up," he told her.

The negress crawled closer to him to offer him her back as a foot
rest, which he quickly used.  She remained motionless, bearing the
weight of his feet.

"Get me a gin and tonic, Vicky," he said to Miz Kingsley.  "You want
anything, Stan?"

Stan was still feeling the after effects of the dick sucking he'd
received as well as the show that had just been put on for their
amusement.  He took a moment to realize he was being spoken to.

"Oh, yeah," he said, startled from his thoughts.  "Scotch."

Miz Kingsley went to the mini bar to get the men their drinks.

The two men discussed some of their business along with some
observations on current events and prospects of the local sports team
as they relaxed and drank.  Laquetta remained stoic as she acted as a
naked black foot stool for her master though she seemed to no longer
be the recipient of anyones attention.  Miz Kingsley had returned to
reading her magazine.

It was already late when Stan finally stood up to leave.  Laquetta's
master stood as well.  Laquetta's back had been aching and her joints
were stiff and though she never complained she was grateful for the
weight to be lifted from her.

"I've got to get going, buddy," said Stan.  "This has been quite an
evening.  Thanks for the use of your whore, she's fuckin' a hot!"

"Glad to oblige," the white man replied.  "I knew I wanted her when I
first saw her.  Fat slutty nigger whore.  I just had bust a nut in
that, if you know what I mean."

"I do indeed!" the older man agreed.  "I hope to use her other holes
sometime."

"Oh, you will," the master said.  "That's what she's for."

The two men walked to the door and Stan let himself out.  Miz Kingsley
looked up from her magazine after them and then glanced back towards
Laquetta like she was an animal, out of place in a fancy hotel suite.

"Get in the other room, girl," he said to the black whore while
walking back from the door.  "You'll be staying in my room tonight.  I
haven't had enough of you yet."

Laquetta crawled into the other bedroom, the one she hadn't been in yet,
and waited there for him.  It was dark, but she understood that it
wasn't her place to turn the lights on.

"I'll have breakfast at eight tomorrow morning, Vicky," he said.  "I
don't want to be disturbed until then."

"Yes, sir," said Miz Kingsley.  "Your usual?"

"Yeah," he answered.  "Get an extra tall stack, though.  And a couple
extra slices of bacon.  I'll want to feed the nigger, too."

"I'll take care of it," the white lady said.  "Good night, sir."

"G'night," he replied.

The white man walked into the bedroom, switched the light on, and
closed the door.  He looked down at the negress, on all fours on the
floor.

"Alright, girl," he instructed.  "Up on the bed on your back and
spread 'em.  I feel like having some nigger pussy before I turn in."

Laquetta was unsure how to respond.  She knew that 'yes, sir' was
appropriate, but maybe not for a dog.  She was still wearing the
collar and leash.

"Arf!" she barked and crawled to the bed and climbed up on it.

The black whore rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide.  The
leash hung from the collar on one side and off the bed.  He undressed
and climbed in the bed and settled down between her open legs.  His
cock was already stiff and it slid easily into the negress's sopping
cunt.

"Take that, dog," he said huskily.

Laquetta panted as the white man fucked her.  He leaned forward and
place a hand on each side of her face.

"You like it like this, don't you, bitch?" he went on.

The black whore panted some more.  He started slapping her face with
short strokes.  Whap.  Whap.  Whap.

"Speak, bitch," he said, "tell me you like it this way."

"Arf!" she barked.

Whap.

"Again," he said.

"Arf!" she repeated.

Whap.  He slapped her harder and slammed his cock into her.

"Arf!" she barked again.

Whap.  A harder slap still.  He was pounding her cunt now.

"Arf!" the black whore barked.

"Fuck!" he cried out.  "Oh, you fuckin' bitch.  You fuckin' nigger
bitch!"

Laquetta felt jam his cock deep inside her and his semen flooded into
her pussy.

"Arf!" she exclaimed.

The colored woman had felt another orgasm building inside her but knew
now that it wasn't going to come to fruition.  But she didn't care.
She knew she was making him cum hard and only felt the fulfillment of
having pleased her master.

"Oh, fuck..." he murmured and collapsed on top of his whore.  "Good
dog," he said at last.

At last he withdrew himself from her and stood.  He bent over her and
removed the leash and collar.

"Good girl," he said.

"Thank you, sir," Laquetta replied.  "Thank you fo' usin' me.  Thank you
fo' makin' me yo' nigger dog, sir."

"My pleasure," he said.  "I've got to take a piss."

"Yes, sir!" she exclaimed and rolled out of the bed, his semen leaking
down her leg.

Laquetta crawled quickly to the bathroom ahead of him and got up on her
knees, hands behind her back, mouth wide open.  He walked slowly
behind her, stepped into the room, and stood in front of her.

"Please use me, sir," she said, her eyes downcast, but her head up
turned.  "Let me serve you, sir."

"Very well," he allowed.  "Serve me."

Laquetta leaned forward and took his dick, still wet with semen and
pussy juice, and sucked it into her mouth.  A couple seconds passed
before she felt the stream of urine in her throat.  She swallowed as
fast as she could and was able to keep up with him.  None was spilled.
She licked his cock clean, finally kissing the tip.

"Thank you very much fo' usin' my mouth, sir," she said.  "Thank you
for allowin' me to drink yo' pee."

"Glad to do it, nigger," he said.  "Wash your mouth out and you can
come lie on the floor next to my bed like a good dog."

"Yes, sir," Laquetta replied.

The negress waited for him to return to the bedroom before getting to
her feet.  She swished the mouth wash around and spat, but the taste
wasn't completely gone.  Back on all fours she crawled out to the now
darkened bedroom.  There was a blanket on the floor next to the bed.
She lay on it and wrapped it over herself.  In a few minutes, she was
asleep.



  
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