Laquetta on the Streets
by Neal


Chapter 7 - Female Trouble


Laquetta sat nervously on the edge of the bed as Miz Kingsley glared at
her.  The big black whore couldn't bring herself to look up into the
white lady's face.  She was ashamed at the way she'd completely let
herself go and just given into her own animal pleasures, cumming hard
under the elegantly dressed older woman's watchful gaze.

The colored girl was also well aware of the bits of banana mush on her
face and hands.  That and the semen she could feel leaking out of her
ass and pussy made her feel embarrassingly unclean.

"Go wash your face and hands," ordered Miz Kingsley.  "Be quick about
it."

Laquetta stood and walked to the bathroom.  She could feel the pain in
her stretched holes with each step.  Again, she avoided looking at the
white lady.

Running the water in the sink, she looked up into the mirror.  How had
she found herself in this position, she wondered.  She'd been selling
her body on the street for a number of years now.  There was no doubt
in her mind that what she did degraded her.  Long ago, she'd gotten
over that and just focused on the money she got and not what she had
to do in order to earn it.  In fact, she'd come to think of herself as
being in control of situation.

No longer.  Everything was different now.  First of all, this white
man had taken possession of her.  She didn't feel in control anymore
at all.

Second, the way he treated her.  He didn't treat her like a whore.  A
whore is still a person.  He treated her like an animal.  An object.
A thing.

Third, the things he made her do.  Making her act like a dog.  Like a
monkey.  Like a foot stool.  Making her put on a show for strangers in
order to amuse and entertain them.  Even as jaded as she'd become, it
humiliated her.

But the most shameful thing about it all was her own reaction to it.
She didn't find herself simply putting up with it.  Enduring it for
the sake of the cold hard cash she'd receive.  No, she was aroused by
it.  She found herself looking forward to it.  Craving more.

Then there was Miz Kingsley.  Laquetta didn't like her.  The white lady
was obviously disgusted by her.  She was mean to her and took delight
in seeing her hurt and humiliated.  Why did that make her want to
serve her?  To be used by her?  The big black girl was filled with
conflicting feelings.

Her hands and face clean now, Laquetta turned off the water and dried
off.  Naked, she returned to the bedroom to find Miz Kingsley standing
next to the bed with her hands on her hips, an impatient look on her
face.  The negress quickly looked down at the floor.

"You better cast your eyes down in the presence of your better, bitch"
hissed the white lady.  "Get over here at once!"

Laquetta shuffled across the carpet to where Miz Kingsley stood, never
looking up.  The big black whore hung her head, staring at the white
lady's shoes.

"Look at you," the blonde haired woman spat out.  "A big fat black
whore.  That's all you are.  A filthy *whore*!  It's the same thing in
every city.  He finds the most disgusting creatures and has me fetch
them so he can put his dick in them!  Does he want a sweet white girl?
No.  Does he want a svelte, shapely woman?  No.  He wants a slutty
whore, thick lips, big saggy tits, and a fat black ass.  I'm beginning
to understand it, though.  He doesn't want a woman at all.  He wants a
beast.  A beast like you."

Laquetta just stood there, her face burning, shifting her weight from
one foot to the other.  She could do nothing other than listen to Miz
Kingsley berate her.  She knew her pussy was creaming up in spite of
the shame she felt.  The older woman stopped talking and all that the
negress could hear was the white lady's breathing and her own heart
pounding.

"I want to hurt you, Laquetta," Miz Kingsley finally spoke.  "I want to
make you feel pain.  And you're just going to take it because I want
you to.  Do you understand?"

The big black girl felt a knot instantly forming in her stomach.  Now
she *was* nervous.  In some ways, the white lady scared her.  But, she
felt powerless.  Not only was she bought and paid for, but she knew
that the older woman was her master's agent.  She knew she had to obey
her as she obeyed him.

*Whap!*

Miz Kingsley slapped her hard across the face.  The shock of it stung
as much as the pain.

*Whap!*

"I asked you a question, bitch!" the white lady said angrily.  "Answer
me!"

"Yes, ma'am," Laquetta replied softly, her voice cracking.  "I
understand."

*Whap!*

"Next time you'll answer immediately when your better speaks to you!"
Miz Kingsley demanded.  "Got that?"

*Whap!*

"Yes, ma'am!" cried the negress.

Suddenly, the colored whore saw the white lady's hands reaching for
her breasts.  Miz Kingsley took Laquetta's nipples between the thumb and
forefinger of each hand and roughly lifted them.  The big black girl
gasped as her nipples were painfully stretched by the weight of her
large floppy mammaries.

"On your knees, slut," croaked Miz Kingsley.

The negress gingerly got on her knees.  The white lady lowered her
arms some, but didn't release her grasp on the big black girl's
breasts.  This lifted them higher, stretching them further, and
hurting them more.  Laquetta whimpered and tears formed in her eyes.

"See?" asked the older woman.  "He doesn't care if I play rough with
you.  You're just a toy to him after all.  So long as I don't break
you, I can do what I want!  And this is what I want!  Tell me you love
it, whore!"

Tears streamed down Laquetta's face and she winced in pain.  She knew
Miz Kingsley resented the attention the white man gave her and now the
blonde was intent on taking her displeasure out on the hapless negro.

"I...  I...," stammered Laquetta, sniveling.  "I love it, ma'am.  Just
like you say."

"Of course you do," grinned Miz Kingsley, tugging harder on Laquetta's
tortured teats.  "You just love the attention, don't you?  You black
slut."

"Owww!" Laquetta cried in pain.

Miz Kingsley abruptly let go of Laquetta's nipples and the big black
girl's breasts flopped onto her chest making a soft slapping sound.
The negro prostitute couldn't help but notice the white lady's scent
and realized the older woman was sexually excited.

"On your back, bitch," ordered Miz Kingsley.

The white lady lifted one leg and planted her shod foot between the
colored whore's breasts and shoved her over onto the floor. Miz
Kingsley's heel dug into Laquetta's tender flesh.  At last, the negress
looked up at her tormentor.  The blonde's eyes were shining and her
face was flushed.  The big black girl felt a knot in her stomach and
jolt to her pussy when she saw that the other woman was holding a belt
in her hand.

Miz Kingsley stepped over Laquetta's prone body.  She turned around and
squatted over the negro's head, facing her feet.  The white lady
wasn't wearing any panties and her pink pussy and puckered asshole
were clearly visible.

"Lick me, slut," growled Miz Kingsley.  "Lick your better's asshole,
you filthy thing."

Laquetta poked her tongue out and pressed it between Miz Kingsley's
cheeks.  She obediently licked the white lady's asshole in the hopes
of mollifying her.

"That's it!" exclaimed the blonde.  "Lap it up!  That's what you're
for!  Shove it in!  That's where it goes!"

The big black girl pushed her tongue hard against the white lady's
anus, pushing it open slightly.  She realized just how degrading this
act was, but felt her pussy gushing.

Miz Kingsley lowered herself some more and Laquetta licked up and down
the crack of the white lady's ass, stopping to push her tongue into
her asshole and work it around.  The older woman was clearly aroused
by the combination of physical pleasure as well as the rush of
dominating the big black girl so thoroughly.

Laquetta strained to push her face between the white lady's cheeks and
lapped eagerly.  Knowing that Miz Kingsley thought she was nothing but
an ass licking whore shamed her.  But, the negress squeezed her thighs
together involuntarily, masturbating in response to this debasement.

The big black girl continued her ministrations for quite a long time.
Her tongue was sore with fatigue and her jaw ached, but she kept it
up.  She was completely absorbed in licking the white lady's ass and
showing her that she knew her place.  Laquetta's own coochie was soaked.

"Enough!" Miz Kingsley barked finally.  "Now, eat me, bitch!  And you
better make it good."

The white lady adjusted herself so that her cunt was right over
Laquetta's mouth.  The negress could see her hairy pussy in front of her
face.  The blonde's pink pussy lips parted as she squatted over the
black whore's face.

*Whap!* *Whap!* *Whap!*

Laquetta felt the belt hit her hard between her legs and she
instinctively closed them to ward off the blows.

"Open those legs this instant!"  Miz Kingsley commanded her.  "Don't
you dare disrespect me that way again, you whore!  Now start lapping
and don't stop until I tell you to!"

Her pussy burning from the belt strokes, Laquetta opened her legs as
ordered.  She felt completely exposed and vulnerable.  She knew she
was totally at the white lady's mercy.  She started to taste Miz
Kingsley's cunt.

*Whap!* *Whap!* *Whap!*

The negro's vagina was throbbing from the pain of the blows.  She
struggled to keep her legs open to give the blonde woman continued
access to her sensitive sex so as not to disrespect her abuser.

"That's for not keeping them open before," the white lady announced.

*Whap!* *Whap!*

Laquetta yelped with each blow.  Miz Kingsley sat further back,
virtually smothering the big black girl.  The blonde rocked back and
forth as the negress licked her and struggled to breathe.

"Those are just because it feels good to beat your nasty hole, bitch,"
said Miz Kingsley huskily.  "Every time you cry out, I think I'm gonna
cum!  Now, keep it up!"

*Whap!* *Whap!* *Whap!* *Whap!*

Miz Kingsley was using the belt on Laquetta's pussy like a jockey urging
her mount towards the finish line.  The negro woman was in agony, but
kept legs open and her vagina available for further abuse.  The blows
landed on her swollen labia and clitoris which screamed in pain.

"That's the way, slut!" cried the white lady.  "That it!  Keep going
now!  Stick that tongue up my pussy!"

*Whap!* *Whap!* *Whap!*

The colored whore pushed her tongue in the white lady's vagina causing
her to moan with pleasure.  Finally, Laquetta was rewarded with a gush
of stickiness in her face.

"Oh!  Yes!" Miz Kingsley exclaimed and rocked back, sitting up.
"Fuck!"

The big black girl kept licking the length of the white woman's slit
as the blonde ground her pussy into the negro's face.  At last Miz
Kingsley stopped.and just sat there panting.  Laquetta, mindful of her
instructions kept her tongue moving.

*Whap!*

The negress flinched as the belt landed hard on her tender sex.  At
the same time she could feel herself creaming.

"That's enough licking for now," the white lady sighed.  "Now I have
to pee.  Better get ready, whore.  Spill any and I'll beat you cunt
raw."

Laquetta quickly got her mouth up against Miz Kingsley's crotch and
waited.  It wasn't long before she felt her urine flowing, the jet of
hot liquid hitting the back of her throat.  Dutifully, the black whore
swallowed it.

"Gawd, you're a filthy animal," Miz Kingsley marveled.  "I can't
believe you actually lay there and allow yourself to be used as a
toilet.  Now lick me clean."

The big black girl licked the white lady's pussy.  The taste of her
piss burned in her mouth.  The older woman stood and looked down at
her.

"Disgusting," she said.  "Get up."

Laquetta rolled over onto her hands and knees before standing.  Miz
Kingsley watched her as she struggled to her feet.

"Look at me," commanded the white lady.

The negress looked up just in time.  The blonde spat in her face.
Laquetta stood there, humiliated, as the saliva dripped off her cheek.

"Dirty whore," said Miz Kingsley.  "Dirty, dirty whore.  Go get
cleaned up, if that's possible.  Then you may crawl out and place
yourself at my feet."

Laquetta burned with shame.  How could she allow herself to be treated
that way?  Why did she want to do it so bad?  Her nipples ached and
her pussy was throbbing with pain from the belt whipping she'd taken.
Her face was coated with Miz Kingsley's slime and spit.

"Thank you, ma'am," said Laquetta gratefully.  "Thank you for using me."

A strange smile came over Miz Kingsley's face.

"You're welcome, Laquetta" she said.  "Any time."

The white lady then turned and left the big black girl alone in the
room.  The negress watched her leave and then went to run the water in
the tub until it ran hot.  Gingerly stepping into the shower, the
water felt good on her; even where her abused flesh registered pain..

Laquetta's hand soon found its way between her legs, but her pussy was
too sore from the whipping to give herself any pleasure.  She washed
the white lady's juices off her face and rinsed the pissy taste out of
her mouth.  Not wanting to keep her waiting, the large black woman
finished up and quickly toweled herself dry.

Remembering her instructions, the big black whore got on her hands and
knees and crawled out into the main room.  Miz Kingsley was sitting in
the easy chair, reading an entertainment magazine, Still on all fours,
she made her way over to her.

Miz Kingsley lifted her feet up and gestured to the spot in front of
the chair.  Laquetta went to the spot the woman indicated and waited.
The white lady rested her feet on the negress's back and went back to
reading.

Together they waited for the master's return.



  
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