Laquetta on the Streets
by Neal


Chapter 6 - Monkey Business


Laquetta began to wake when she felt the cool room air on her naked
black flesh.  She felt something hard probing the region between her
legs.  Her eyes opened from the shock of feeling it suddenly,
painfully, inside her.  She saw his face looking down at her from the
position above her, mounted on her.

The big black girl's pussy was fairly dry and the white man's cock
hurt as it roughly penetrated her.  She gasped, but did not cry out.
Instead, she just took it.  Took it for him, for his pleasure.  She
allowed herself to be used this way because this is what he wanted.
To use his colored whore.  It was his right.  He owned her.  She was
bought and paid for.

The room was growing light from the morning, but it couldn't be much
past sunrise.  Laquetta felt stiff from sleeping on the floor like a
dog.  But waking to being used was by far the most prominent sensation
she was experiencing.  Her vagina begin to lubricate and she started
to buck her hips along with him.  Her own arousal had just begun to
grow when she noticed his was at a crescendo.  She felt him push
himself in all the way, his balls resting on her crotch.

"Uh, uh!  Ahhh..." he sighed as he ejaculated inside her.

Laquetta could feel the hot jets of cum in her pussy and closed her
eyes.  She understood that this was only for him and that he wanted
only to be alone with her body.  The negress gave him no indication
that she'd woken up.  She knew it was the way he wanted it.

The white man, now her master, she knew, stood over his used black
whore, his dick hanging, slick with her juices, semen dripping from it
in a long string.  He looked down on her for a few moments longer, his
eyes lingering over her spread legs, her creamy swollen pussy.  He
turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Laquetta quickly rolled over onto her hands and knees and crawled after
him.  He had turned to close the door when he noticed her there.  She
looked up at him from all fours.  They looked at each other for a few
seconds before she resumed her motion and made her way closer to him.
He stood aside the doorway and she entered.  The negro woman rose to
her knees and put her hands behind her back.

"Please use me, sir," she asked, looking down at his feet.  "Please
let me serve you."

Her white master took a step towards her and stood there with his cock
inches from her face.  Looking up into his eyes, Laquetta leaned forward
and sucked his wet cock into her mouth.  She waited briefly, but was
soon rewarded with a stream of hot urine against the back of her
throat.  His still semi aroused state slowed the flow to a manageable
rate and the big black whore swallowed it all without spilling any.

"Ahhh..." he sighed with satisfaction, letting his head tilt back.

Laquetta let his dick slide from her lips and she licked it clean.
Leaning back to her original position she looked up at him again.

"Thank you so much for usin' me, sir," she said sincerely.  "It was a
honor servin' you this way."

"Good girl," he told her, reaching down to touch the top of her head.
"Get yourself cleaned up now, you have a busy day ahead of you.  I'll
be in the front room waiting for you."

Laquetta waited respectfully on her knees as her white master turned and
left her alone.  Once he'd gone out the bedroom door into the front
room the big black girl stood and began getting herself ready for
another day of use.

After thoroughly scrubbing herself clean and drying herself from her
shower, the colored woman emerged from the bedroom.  Standing naked
and exposed in the main room she could see him sitting at the table
finishing his breakfast.  Miz Kingsley sat in an easy chair and looked
up at Laquetta briefly, returning to her magazine after a second's
glance.

"You must be hungry, girl," her master said, taking a strip of bacon
off his plate.  "Come and get it!"

The white man lowered his hand and held the bacon next to the leg of
the chair he was seated in.  Laquetta knew what was expected of her.
The negress got down on the floor on hands and knees.  She crawled
naked out into the room, her large hanging breasts swaying with each
step.  He watched her as she moved along on all fours over to where he
sat.

"Here you go," he offered, like a man talking to a pet.

Laquetta was humiliated at once again being reduced to being his dog,
especially with the white lady right there in the room.  Her face was
flushed with shame as she ate the strip of bacon from his hand.

"Want another one?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," said the big black girl in a quiet voice.

"Uh, uh, uh!" he chastised her.  "That's not what I expect to hear.
Now, speak!"

The colored whore looked around a moment and could see Miz Kingsley
had put her magazine down and was watching her.  She looked up at the
white man, waiting expectantly, still holding the strip of bacon out
to her.  She felt a knot in her stomach, but she wanted to please him
and was also hungry.

"Arf!  Arf!" barked Laquetta.  "Arf!"

"That's better!" he said, mollified.  "Good girl!  Here you go."

Laquetta ate the fried meat while her master held it out for her.  Her
face burned with embarrassment.

"Well, I'm afraid that's all there is, girl," he said apologetically.
"Do you want to lick my plate off?  I'm afraid I didn't leave much for
you."

Her master put his plate on the floor in front of the big black girl.
She could see a few bits of pancake in a pool of syrup on it.  Looking
up at him, she realized what she was expected to do.  Leaning forward
she started lapping at the plate, her large breasts hanging down, the
nipples rubbing against the carpet on the floor.  She licked until it
was clean and got syrup on her nose and chin.

"Good job," observed the white man, "but you seem to have gotten more
on your face than in your mouth!  I think I see the problem here.
You're not really a dog at all, are you?"

The big black girl didn't know how to respond to this.  She'd hoped
that the doggy game would end because she found it to be extremely
degrading.  However, she knew he enjoyed it.  Probably for the same
reason she didn't.  Yet, somehow, she could feel the familiar wetness
between her legs.

"No, you're not a dog," he said finally.  "You're a monkey.  A big fat
nigger ape."

So, the game wasn't going to end, just change a little, thought
Laquetta.  She wasn't sure this would be an improvement, but she knew
she had no alternative but to please him.  Not to mention the way her
pussy was reacting to the treatment she was receiving.

"Vicky," he said, turning to the white lady, "get room service to
bring up a bunch of bananas for our monkey."

"Right, sir," Miz Kingsley responded, reaching for the phone.

"You like bananas, don't you, monkey?" he asked patronizingly.

Laquetta blushed and hoped he didn't expect her to make monkey noises
now.  Her stomach growled.

"Yes, sir," said the big black girl in a small voice.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat.  "That won't do."

"Yes, this is room twelve fifteen," said Miz Kingsley into the phone
as she looked on with amusement.  "Send a bunch of bananas up here,
will you?  Our monkey is hungry...  Thanks."

Another wave of shame flashed through the negro prostitute's body.
So, now she was a monkey.  She'd accepted the money and there was no
turning back.  Her heart pounded.  She swallowed hard and looked up
into his expressionless face.

"Ooo ooo ooo," said Laquetta, fighting back tears of humiliation.  "Ooo
ooo ooo ooo!"

The big black whore remained on her hands and knees, hanging her head
in shame.  She felt his hand on the back of her head, stroking her.

"That's more like it!" he exclaimed with delight.  "Good monkey!
We'll have your breakfast up here in no time."

His hand did feel good on her head.  She welcomed the contact and
squeezed her thighs together, putting pleasurable pressure on her
swollen clit.  She could tell she was aroused in spite of the
humiliation or perhaps even because of it.  It wasn't long before she
heard a knock on the door.

"Room service," called a male voice through the door.

Miz Kingsley got up and opened the door enough to talk to the waiter,
but not enough for Laquetta to be able to see him.

"You ordered bananas?" asked the voice.  "For a monkey?  People sure
do bring all kinds of things in here."

"That's right," agreed Miz Kingsley testily.  "We have a monkey in our
hotel room."

"Let him in so he can see," said Laquetta's master.  "Maybe he likes
monkeys."

Miz Kingsley let the door swing open and the waiter came into the
room.  He was a young white man with light brown hair.  He wore black
slacks with a white shirt and tie.  The dark blue blazer that he wore
was too big for him and hung loosely from his slender frame.  The
hotel logo was on the breast pocket with a name tag, "Jimmy", pinned
above it.  He couldn't be more than nineteen.  He even had a few
pimples on his face and probably hadn't started shaving yet.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Jimmy.

Laquetta was mortified.  It was hard enough to play this game with these
people she was familiar with, but for a stranger to see her naked on
the floor this way was embarrassing to the extreme.  She tried to move
around behind her master out of sight.

"Go get you bananas, monkey," he ordered.  "Stop acting all shy.  It's
obvious you're just an animal and have nothing to be embarrassed
about.  Now go get them from the nice man.  He brought them all the
way up here for you."

Laquetta rose and walked over to where Jimmy stood gape mouthed while
Miz Kingsley closed the room door with a smirk on her face.  The big
black girl hung her head and held her hand out to the waiter.  She
could see an erection tenting his loose fitting slacks.

"Ask for them, you dumb ape!" her master ordered.  "You know how to do
it!"

The negress felt her cheeks burn and her pulse pound.  Her mouth was
dry and her voice was raspy.  She focused her attention on the bunch
of bananas the young man held in his arm.

"Ooo ooo ooo ooo," she vocalized softly, holding her hand out further.

Jimmy put the yellow fruit in her hand, but they slipped and fell onto
the floor.

"Oops," he apologized.  "I'll get that."

"No, son," the master stopped him.  "Let the monkey get them."

Laquetta turned and bent over to pick the bananas up, effectively
mooning Jimmy.

"Look at that, Vicky!" exclaimed the older white man.  "Presenting
like a baboon!  What a horny monkey she is!"

The big black girl quickly stood and started walking back to the
table.

"I think Jimmy here likes our monkey, sir!" Miz Kingsley said
knowingly as she observed the young man's obvious arousal.

"Huh?" the waiter stammered.  "I uh...  Sorry.  I'm not used to this
job yet!"

"Don't worry, son," said Laquetta's master.  "I like her, too.  Nothing
to be ashamed of.  An ape like that is almost like a woman, so it's
natural to be attracted to a display like that.  This one is
particularly slutty and just craves dick all the time.  Isn't that
right, monkey?"

Laquetta stopped in her tracks and nodded her head.  Almost a woman!
What a mean thing to say!  Why did it make her pussy throb, she
wondered.  Why did hearing him talk about her this way leave her
sopping wet?

"I asked you a question, you big black ape!" he said sternly.  "Now
answer it!"

"Ooo ooo ooo," answered Laquetta.

"You keep forgetting yourself," sighed the white man.  "I suppose we
shouldn't expect too much from an animal like you.  But, I forgive
you.  Now, get on your back and show the nice man what a horny monkey
you are.  Right now."

It was only going to get worse, the negro woman realized, and she had
no choice but to play along.  She was bought and paid for, after all.
She got down on the floor, rolled onto her back and opened her legs.

"See?" her master said with satisfaction.  "What a slutty ape she is.
Show the man how much you want some dick.  Take one of those bananas
and shove it in your monkey cunt.  Show him how you like it."

Laquetta took a banana off the bunch and placed the end at the entrance
to her vagina.  She looked up to see all three of the white people
looking down on her with her legs splayed open.  Might as well get it
over with, she thought.  The big black girl started pushing the yellow
fruit into her hole.  It wasn't all the way ripe, but it was big and
stretched her painfully.  Fortunately, she was well lubricated so it
went in fairly easily.

"That's the way!" the man said happily.  "Now fuck yourself with it
like a good monkey.  Just the way you like to be fucked."

The black whore started pumping the banana in and out of her pussy.
It hurt, but at the same time there was some pleasure.  She opened her
eyes and saw her master smiling, Miz Kingsley grinning wickedly, and
Jimmy still slack jawed.  The young waiter's erection was plainly
obvious under his pants, and he tried to adjust it discreetly.

"Let's hear it now," the older white man demanded.  "I want to hear
what a good time you're having."

"Ooo ooo ooo ooo!" cried Laquetta, moving the fruit in and out of her
cunt with vigor.  "Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo!"

"Ok, ok!" he laughed.  "That's enough of that, you slutty monkey.  You
can eat it now."

The colored prostitute peeled the banana and started eating it as she
lay on the floor.  She could feel her pussy throbbing both with the
pain of being stretched and the pleasure from masturbating.  She
didn't even think about how she must look as she crammed the fruit
into her mouth.  She felt like she was a monkey.  The white folks
watched as she finished it.

"So, what do you think of my monkey, Jimmy?" Laquetta's master asked.

"Uh..." Jimmy replied, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of
the big black woman on her back, legs spread, pussy glistening.  "I
ain't never seen nothin' like that before, mister.  But, it's fuckin'
hot, that's for sure!"

"You wanna fuck her?" asked the white man.  "It's a little like
beastiality, I know.  But that monkey cunt's mighty inviting, isn't
it?"

"Are you shittin' me?" the waiter asked incredulously.  "I can fuck
her?"

"Sure!" the master replied generously.  "That's what nigger apes are
for, Jimmy.  It's all they know how to do.  You gotta stop thinking of
her like she was a woman.  I know she's got tits and an ass and a cunt
hole, but she's closer to a monkey.  You can just use her to bust a
nut, any hole you like.  We can call it your tip, how's that?"

"Hell, yeah!" agreed Jimmy enthusiastically.

"Get up, monkey," said the white man.  "Get on that bed in there and
present your holes."  He turned to Jimmy and winked.  "She looks just
like a baboon in heat that way."

Laquetta rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled into the bedroom,
her large breasts swinging with every motion.  The way he compared her
to an animal while talking to that boy, with her right there
listening, was totally humiliating.  He'd shamed her greatly when he'd
told the boy she wasn't even a woman!  But for reasons she couldn't
fathom, her pussy was on fire.

The colored whore climbed up onto the bed and bent over on her knees
with her ass in the air and her face on the mattress.  She spread her
legs until she could feel her groin stretch.  The big black girl felt
like a sex thing awaiting use.

"Looks like she's ready to be mounted, doesn't she?" Laquetta's master
asked.  "Go get her, Jimmy.  Don't bother about being gentle.  She's
made to take it rough.  Choose a hole and have fun with her."

Footsteps approached.  Laquetta heard the jangle of a belt buckle and
then the familiar sound of a zipper.  The bed sagged and she felt
Jimmy's hard dick probing her crotch.  She wasn't sure what to expect
since he'd been given his choice of how to use her.  At last she felt
the head of his cock push into her pussy.  The boy was eager and she
gasped as he jammed his full length into her.  Stretching her.
Filling her.

"Goddamn!" exclaimed Jimmy.  "She's soaked!  Oh, man, it feels good!"

"Oh, yeah," agreed Laquetta's master, standing in the doorway.  "That
monkey pussy is simply the best."

Jimmy pounded into Laquetta's cunt hole like a jack-hammer.  Each thrust
had her breasts swinging and her ass jiggling.  The young waiter
grunted with each stroke.

"Fuck, I'm gonna nut!" Jimmy gasped.  "I want her makin' them monkey
noises!"

"Do it, nigger," ordered the older white man.  "Let's hear it."

"Ooo ooo ooo ooo," the colored whore vocalized.  "Ooo ooo ooo ooo
ooo."

Laquetta was beyond humiliation now.  She no longer cared about how
degrading it was.  She just wanted the white boy to keep banging her
hard.  She could feel a climax building inside her.

"Yeah!" cried Jimmy.  "Gawd!  I can't believe I'm fuckin' a ape!
Fuck!"

"Louder, bitch!" demanded her master.  "You're nothing but a monkey
with a man's dick in you, so make your noises loud."

"Ooo ooo ooo!" cried Laquetta.  "Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo!"

"Aw, fuck!" Jimmy hollered as he shot off inside Laquetta's well used
pussy.  "Fuck!  Ahhh..."

"Ooo ooo ooo ooo!" the negress continued debasing herself making
animal sounds.  "Ooo ooo ooo!"

Jet after jet of hot sperm filled the big black girl's vagina.  It was
almost enough to put her over the top, but not quite.  Disappointment
started to cloud her feelings of arousal as she felt the waiter's dick
soften inside her.  Finally, he withdrew from her with an audible pop.
She could tell her pussy was sloppy wet and that she was still very
aroused.

Jimmy grunted as he rose.  The bed bounced when he stood up and Laquetta
felt wet semen leaking out of her cunt.  She knew what obscene display
she was presenting to her master and the waiter.  Splayed legs, pussy
gaping open, cum dripping out of her.  Every bit the picture of a well
used whore.

"You like fucking my black monkey?" asked Laquetta's master.

"Shit, yeah!" agreed Jimmy enthusiastically.  "Man, I never fucked
nothin' like that before!  Hey, you need anything else while you're
here, mister, just ask for me when you call down.  I'll take care of
it pronto!"

"I'll keep you in mind, Jimmy" replied the white man.  "Maybe you'll
get a chance to try another one of her holes."  He raised his voice
slightly to get Laquetta's attention.  "You like that idea, monkey?  You
want your holes used?"

"Ooo ooo ooo ooo," replied the big black girl, her ass in the air, her
cum leaking cunt on display.  "Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo."

"See yourself out, son," instructed the older man.  "And shut the
door."

Laquetta heard the latch click and felt the cool room air on her wet
pussy.  The bed sagged and she heard her master spit behind her.  A
second later she felt his hand between her cheeks, spreading saliva
over her asshole.  She was still bracing her self for it when he
suddenly replaced his hand with the head of his hard cock.  He
violently jammed it up her ass causing her to yelp in pain.

"What a slutty display you put on," he told her, his voice rasping.
"You really are big fat fucking nigger ape.  You do it so well.  It
makes me want to just fuck the shit out of you."

The white man pounded her ass hard.  The pain was exquisite, she felt
completely filled and almost like he'd split her in two.  She could
feel her heavy breasts stretch as they swung each time he slammed into
her.  Over and over again.

"Ooo OOO!  Ooo OOO!  Ooo OOO!" she cried, hoping that the humiliating
sounds would encourage him to quickly dump his load in her and stop
the pain in her abused asshole.

"That's it, bitch," he grunted.  "Squeal like the fucked monkey you
are!  Take it, you slut!"

"OOO OOO OOO!" Laquetta exclaimed, tears falling from her eyes.

"Here it comes, monkey!" he warned her.  "Take it!  Take it all!"

He shoved his entire length up the big black girl's rectum and
ejaculated deep inside her.  She could feel his sperm shooting up her
ass.  She squeezed his dick to milk it all out of him.

"Ahhh..." he sighed.  "That's the way, monkey.  Get every drop out of
it..."

Laquetta breathed hard as her master's orgasm subsided.  Both her
asshole and pussy were sore from hard use.  She could feel both men's
fluids flowing from them.

"Alright, come here and clean my cock," he ordered.  "Hurry it up,
I've got to get ready to go."

Painfully, the big black girl rose to her hands and knees and turned
around, his dick slipped out of her ass.  She leaned forward and took
his cock into her mouth.  It tasted horrible, but she sucked it clean
anyways.  Finally, he stood up, pulling out of her mouth with a
slurping sound.

"That's a good monkey," he praised her.  "You deserve a treat."

He walked to the door as Laquetta watched from the bed, wondering what
he had in mind.

"Vicky, bring those bananas in here," he called after opening the
door.

In a moment, Miz Kingsley appeared holding them.  She followed as he
returned to the side of the bed.  So that was to be her treat, she
thought.  More monkey food.  She was still hungry, so she didn't mind
the idea of having to eat a banana like a gorilla while they watched.
Taking them from the white lady, He pulled one off the bunch.

"Resume the position," he commanded.  "Now."

Laquetta slowly turned back around and placed her face on the mattress
and her ass in the air.  A moment later she flinched as she felt him
shove the banana into her cunt as far as it would go.  She could hear
Miz Kingsley giggle.

"There's your treat, monkey," he told her, wiggling it some.  "It's a
perfect fit.  Start fucking yourself with it.  I've gotta take a
shower.  Don't stop until you cum.  Better get it done before I get
back.  This'll be your last chance to get off today.  If it happens
after this, it'll be an accident.  Now, get busy."

The big black girl reached between her legs and grasped the stem of
the banana that was sticking out of her vagina.  Slowly at first she
started moving it in and out.  It hurt and felt good at the same time.
She heard him walk away.

"Better step it up, nasty girl" said Miz Kingsley.  "He's not kidding.
Whatever he's thinking of for you later, well, it won't be designed
with your pleasure in mind, believe me."

Laquetta had been afraid that the white lady was still there, watching
her masturbate.  Doing it for her master or even the waiter wasn't so
bad, since she did get a thrill knowing she was arousing them.  Miz
Kingsley, on the other hand, was not getting that kind of pleasure
from her performance.  Instead, she just got a perverse thrill out of
having her humiliate herself this way.  Nevertheless, there was no
denying the pleasant sensation building up inside her as she worked it
in and out faster.

"That's right," Miz Kingsley encouraged her in a mocking tone.  "Pick
up the pace, you black slut.  You filthy animal.  Fuck yourself good.
If you could only see what you look like!  Fat black ass in the air.
It's disgraceful and obscene.  You obviously have no shame at all"

"I guess this is why he doesn't use pretty blonde haired escorts for
his recreation," she continued.  "No white girl would degrade herself
like you're doing.  Not even a hooker.  Not even for a thousand
dollars.  But a nasty nigger'd do it.  You'd probably do it for loose
change.  You dirty whore."

Laquetta whimpered and pumped the banana in and out faster.  For reasons
she didn't understand, Miz Kingsley's comments were turning her on.
The pain and pleasure had somehow merged into one sensation.  A
powerful sensation that was close to exploding.

"I am a nigger," she whispered to herself, so that the white lady
couldn't hear.  "A dirty nigger whore."

The big black girl continued masturbating furiously.  Her pussy was
contracting on the yellow fruit involuntarily.  Her clit was
throbbing.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" cried Laquetta as her orgasm hit hard.  "Oh..."

"I can't believe you came like that," Miz Kingsley said with
undisguised disgust.  "You are so *nasty*!  Well, you can just stay
like that until he sees you this way, all used and slutty.  I know
he'll love it."

Laquetta continued to cum as Miz Kingsley berated her.  If anything, the
white lady's scorn was driving up the intensity level of the black
whore's orgasm.  She was barely hearing her anyways, being totally
focused on the waves of pleasure she was feeling.  She know what she
must look like to the older woman, but she was beyond caring.

"So, did the nigger cum?" Laquetta heard her master say.

"Oh, yes," Miz Kingsley informed him.  "The slut came, alright.
You're right to have her act like an ape.  That's what she is.  I
haven't seen a performance like this since the monkey house at the
zoo."

Laquetta's orgasm had subsided and she could feel herself wet with
sweat.  Her clit was still throbbing and her pussy felt good in spite
of the pain from her hole being stretched.  Her master stood and
looked down at her, still tying his neck tie.

"Eat your banana, monkey," he commanded her.

The big black girl took the somewhat smooshed up fruit out of her
pussy and sat up on the bed.  She peeled it carefully, but it was
messy started falling apart.  Carefully, she tried to take a bite out
of it.

"Just cram it in, you fat ape!" he said at last.  "That's what you
are.  Nobody expects table manners from a monkey."

Laquetta did as he said and just pushed it into her mouth and started
chewing it up, getting a good bit of it on her face.  She was starting
to feel like a monkey now.  She was embarrassed to the extreme, but
she was determined to do what she was told.

"That's more like it," he smiled.  "Good monkey."

Miz Kingsley just frowned and shook her head.

"I'll be back this afternoon, Vicky," he informed the white lady.
"Have the nigger cleaned up."

"Yes, sir," Miz Kingsley replied.  "She'll be ready for you when you
get back."

"Excellent," said the white man.  "I'm thinking I'll be back around
two.  Probably have a couple of clients with me.  I'll see you then."

With that he turned and walked out of the room.  Laquetta heard the
outside door close.  She was now alone with Miz Kingsley and that made
her a little nervous.  Later, she'd be entertaining more of her
master's clients.  Why did those notions get her already wet pussy
tingling again?



  
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