Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal

Chapter 8 - The First Time

Shanika's new owner tugged on her chain.  "Let's go, girl," he said
and led her away towards the main house.

Shanika had never entered the main house other than by the service
door until this time.  Right in through the main entrance and into the
lobby the white man pulled her along.  He brought her right up to the
front desk.

Shanika saw that Debbie, the petite young white girl, was behind the
counter.  She was dressed in a grey jacket with a white blouse.  She
was wearing bright red lipstick, her blonde hair was tied back in a
pony tail with a scrunchie.  She took a condescending look at the
black slave girl as she shuffled behind her master with her chains
rattling.  Shanika felt totally out of place in these surroundings as
she stood there nude, shorn, no makeup whatsoever: a naked beast
standing amongst the well dressed guests in a luxury hotel.  Her
cheeks burned with shame

"May I help you?" Debbie asked, smiling broadly, her blue eyes
sparkling as she turned to the white man.

"Yes, I have a reservation for Howard.  A suite," he replied.

"209," said Debbie.  "Your wife already checked in."  Debbie glanced
at Shanika again and winked at her.

"Thanks," he said.

He led Shanika to the broad staircase that went up from the lobby to
second floor suites.  She struggled a little on the carpeted stairs
with her ankles chained together.  He knocked on the door of suite
209.

A short brunette haired woman opened the door and let him in.  He
tugged Shanika in after him and closed the door.

"Is Brian here, Cheryl?" he asked.

"No," replied his wife.  "I wanted to wait to see what you came up
with before I got him.  I'm still not sure this a good idea, Matt."

"Believe me, hon, it's for the best," said Matt.  "He's of an age now
that he'll just get into trouble.  This way his curiosity is satisfied
with no angry phone calls from some girl's father."

"I don't know..." Cheryl looked the chained negro slave girl over.
"Isn't she a little old?  Couldn't you get one that was closer to
Brian's age?"

"There was this one girl they said was eighteen," he replied, "She
would have been perfect.  I just wasn't ready to spend 650 for her.
This suite is already costing us plenty.  I even had to pay 450 for
this nigger here!"

Cheryl still hadn't taken her eyes off of Shanika, who stood by humbly
in her chains, listening to them discuss her purchase price and how
she wasn't his first choice.

"How old are you, girl?" she asked naked black slave.

"Twenty eight, ma'am," Shanika replied without taking her eyes off the
floor.

"Well, that's not too bad," said Cheryl.  "At least she's younger than
we are."

"Go ahead and fetch Brian now," Matt instructed his wife.  "I'll get
the nigger ready."

"Ok," replied the white woman.  "I brought some clothes for the girl
to wear.  Get those chains off her and get her dressed.  I don't want
my son's first experience to be so... so...  rude.  I'm uncomfortable
with this enough as it is."

"Don't worry, hon," he said.  "It's going to be fine.  You'll see."

"And another thing, Matt," she looked sternly at her husband.  "I
don't want you messing around with this slave girl.  She's supposed to
be for Brian."

"I'm telling you, don't worry!" the white man was exasperated.

Shanika was embarrassed to be here hearing all this.  They spoke in
front of her like she wasn't ever there.  She couldn't believe what
these white folks were up to.

"I'll be back soon."  Cheryl let herself out leaving Matt alone with
his black slave.

The white man looked at her naked brown body, his eyes lingering on
her full, saggy breasts, her belly, and her smooth shaved pussy.  He
reached out and ran his hand over her soft warm flesh, taking extra
time to touch her breasts and gently pinch her nipples.  He let his
hand drop lower and she parted her thighs to give him access to her
vagina.  He caressed her pussy with the palm of his hand, running a
finger up and down her slit.  She could feel her heart beating faster,
her breath quicken, and the growing dampness between her legs.

He noticed her reactions to his touch and looked her in the face.  His
green eyes meeting her dark brown ones.

"You feel nice," he said.  "Too bad I promised I wouldn't fuck you."

His hand was still at her pussy, stroking her.  She closed her eyes
and let herself forget the humiliating circumstances and concentrate
on her arousal and the pleasure she felt at his touch.  She let out a
whimper and parted her thighs even wider as he penetrated her with a
finger.  She felt his other hand on her breast, gently brushing his
fingers on her brown skin.

"I can't help myself, girl," Matt finally said.  He dropped his hands
from her body and walked over to one of the easy chairs, dropped his
pants, and sat down.  "Come over here and suck me off."

Shanika was disappointed that Matt withdrew his touch, but did as she
was told.  She shuffled over in front of where he sat, her chains
jingling softly.  She got on her knees, awkwardly since her wrists and
ankles were each shackled together, leaned her bald head forward and
began to lick the white man's cock and balls.

"Ahh," he moaned as she took him between her thick African lips and
began to gently suck on the head of his penis.  He reached his hands
out and felt the scratchy stubble on her head, holding it as she began
to move her mouth up and down over his shaft.  Completely losing
himself in the act he started fucking the black girls face.  Shanika
choked a little, but continued to suck her master's white cock.

"Oh, fuck," he said in a husky voice, "fuck, oh, fuck!"  Shanika felt
his hot semen flood into her mouth.  She tried to swallow it, but
there was more than she could take and some leaked out of her lips.
He relaxed his grip on her head and she could feel him softening in
her mouth.  When he opened his eyes and looked down at her he could
see her looking back at him, her big brown eyes meeting his gaze, his
cock still in her mouth, cum running down her chin into his pubic
hair.

"Don't tell my wife about this," he said.  "She'd flip out."

"No, Massa," Shanika answered.  "I won't tell her yo' bizness."

"You are one great cock sucker, girl," said the white man, "my wife
could learn a lot from you."  He paused.  "But she can't know about
it."

"No, suh, Massa," said the slave girl, "dis nigga won't tell.  I clean
you up good now."  Shanika licked up the cum from his flaccid cock and
sucked the drops from his hair.  He watched as she finished and
straightened up.  Still on her knees she sat back from him, wiped the
semen from her chin on her hand, and licked it off.

"Ok," he said, "now to get those chains off and some clothes on."  He
gazed down at her as he leaned forward.  She offered her wrists to him
and he removed the shackles.  Then he took off the collar.  She lay on
her back and raised her feet to him so he could get the ankle cuffs
off her.

He looked down at her with the ankle chains in his hand, her legs
slightly spread.  She noticed where he was looking and spread her legs
wider, providing her master with a nice view of her sex.  Presenting
herself like that always pleased the white men and make her feel sexy.

"Enough of that, girl," he smiled, "or I'll have to fuck you, too.
And you're supposed to be for my son."  He got up and went over to the
desk where the clothes she was to wear were.  He handed them to her.

"Get dressed.  They'll be back soon."

Shanika put on the wrap around skirt and denim shirt.  They were the
clothes that the negro attendant girls wore here at the club.

"When they get here, I'll introduce you to Brian..." he paused.
"Shit!  What is your name, girl?"

"Shanika, Massa," replied the slave girl.

"That's a pretty name.  Shanika."  He paused again.  "Anyways, I'll
introduce you and tell him what this is all about.  He's getting older
now, and I don't want him getting into trouble with girls.  I want him
to know there are ways to satisfy himself without risking getting some
nice girl pregnant.  My dad brought me here when I was sixteen.  Maybe
that was a little late, but I never forgot it.  I want it to be
special for him.  Understand?"

"I understan's, Massa.  Dis nigga treat you boy good," she said.

"Great!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, and afterwards I might want to... uh... you know... slip away
with you?" he stammered.  "You look mighty fine to me right now.  I
mean, I love my wife, don't get me wrong, but, well, damn, girl!"

Shanika was embarrassed to be praised this way.  "I's yo' nigga,
Massa.  I do whatever you say."  He'd certainly warmed to her after
cumming in her mouth, she thought.  She smiled at him and felt the
tingly sensation she'd missed back in the other world.

They both turned towards the door as they heard it open.  Cheryl had
returned with Brian, a teenage boy that Shanika thought was kind of
cute.  He had brown hair and green eyes like his father.  The white
woman shut the door.  Brian stared at the colored slave girl, who
stood next to his father as he sat in the easy chair Shanika has just
sucked him off in.

"Brian," said Matt, "this is Shanika."

"Hi," said Brian.

"Pleased to meet you, Massa Brian," said Shanika, who curtseyed
slightly for the boy.  Cheryl looked on silently.

"You know your mother and I understand about what it's like to be a
boy your age," continued the father, "at least I know I do.  And we
also know how easy it is for a boy your age to get into trouble with
girls.  So we've brought you here to meet a nice colored girl that you
can be with and not get into trouble with.  My dad brought me here
when I was old enough, and now I'm bringing you."

Brian was obviously embarrassed by this.  Shanika could see him
blushing.

"Cheryl," said Matt, "I think you're making the boy uncomfortable by
being in here.  Maybe you could go down to the bar or something.  This
is guy stuff here."

"All right, Matt," she replied, "you've gotten him this far, after
all."  She went to the door and looked back for a moment.  After a
long few seconds she opened the outer door and walked into the hall.

"I'll be down in a few minutes," he called after her as she closed the
door.

"Ok, Brian," he asked, "better now?"

The boy nodded shyly.

"Shanika will do whatever you want," Matt explained, "so just tell her
what it is and she'll do it.  It's natural for a boy to want a girl to
do things, and it's natural for a nigger girl like Shanika to do what
you want.  Ok?"

"Yeah, dad," replied the boy.  He looked up at Shanika, who smiled at
him.

"I'll just leave you two alone, then," said the father.  "I'll be back
up in a couple hours.  We'll be down in the bar if you need anything.
You can even use the phone to call us there."  He winked at the boy.
"But I doubt you'll need to."  With that he closed the outer door
after himself leaving Brian alone with Shanika.

Brian walked over to the colored slave girl.  "So you'll do whatever I
want?"

"Tha's right, Massa," agreed Shanika, "anything at all."

He stepped closer and tentatively reached out his hand and touched
her.  He looked up into her face as he put his hand on her breast and
started to feel her through the denim shirt she wore.

"Can we sit on the couch?" he asked.

"Yes, Massa," she answered.

The moved to the couch and sat down together, close enough to touch.
He reached out and once again was squeezing her breast through the
shirt.  Still looking into her face he started on the other one.
Shanika could feel her nipples harden.

"Can I see your boobs?" he asked awkwardly.

"'course you can, Massa," she answered and began to unbutton her
shirt.  "An' you ain't gotta ask or nothin'.  You jes tells me what
you want an' I do it.  You jes do what it is you want.  I ain't yo'
girlfriend, Massa, I's yo nigga."

She opened her shirt for the boy and displayed her brown breasts to
him.  He stared at them and reached out to feel them.  He squeezed one
and then the other and then the first one again.  His fingers brushed
over her hardened black nipples.

"You've got nice boobs," he said, "they're so soft."

"Thank you, Massa," she said, slightly embarrassed.

The white boy continued to fondle the negress's breasts as Shanika
held her shirt open.  She could feel she was getting wet from the
boy's clumsy attentions.

"Let's lie down," said the teenager.

They arranged themselves with Shanika lying on her back, her shirt
open, and Brian laying on top of her, his head between her breasts.
The white boy began to kiss the slave girl's nipples.  One and then
the other.  Then he started sucking on them.  The colored girl began
to involuntarily gently buck her hips.

"You like that, girl?" he asked, looking up at her, one hand on each
tit.

"Yes, Massa," she cooed.  "I surely do."

He went back to her tits, sucking harder, making slurping noises.  She
could feel his cock hardening through his jeans against her leg.  He
moved himself up and kissed her on her soft thick lips.  She returned
the kiss and felt him push his tongue into her mouth.  Her arms
wrapped around him as he kissed her deeply.  She could feel him
pressing his crotch against her leg.

"I want you to take off you clothes," he said, getting off her and
standing beside the couch looking down at her.

Shanika sat up and removed the shirt, dropping it on the floor.  She
stood and took off the skirt and stood naked in front of the horny
white teen.  It was a little embarrassing for her to be displaying her
self like this for the adolescent white boy.

"You don't have any hair down there!" he exclaimed.  He sat back down
with the colored girl facing him, his head at the level of her crotch.
He reached out and touched her pussy, she instinctively spread her
legs apart so he could put his hand between her thighs.  He reached
further and ran his finger down her slit as his father had done
earlier.  He looked up at her as he pushed his finger roughly into her
vagina.  She spread her legs wider.

"You're so wet down there," he murmured.  He leaned his head forward.
"And you smell so..." he inhaled her musk, "so good.

"Lie down on the couch and spread your legs," he instructed as he
stood.  Again she felt a strange mixture of shame and excitement,
being ordered around by this teenager.

She did as he told her and watched as the boy took off his clothes.
His cock sprung out when he dropped his pants.  Once he was undressed
he lay down between the colored girl's legs and tried, unsuccessfully,
to enter her.  Shanika reached down and gently took hold of him and
guided him into her wet black pussy.  He propped himself up on his
hands and thrust his cock deep into his slave girl.  Shanika looked
into his eyes as he thrust again and again.  After the next thrust his
eyes grew wide and he gasped and spasmed, she felt the warm sensation
of his semen inside her.  He collapsed on her and she put her arms
around him.

"Shit," he said, "I didn't mean for that to happen so quick."

"Tha's awright, Massa," she spoke soothingly to the boy, "Tha's
awright."

They laid like that for a few minutes then the boy got up and stood in
front of the couch.

"I want you to suck me so I can fuck you again," he stated.  She was
surprised as the boy went from being sweet to being demanding.  She
sat up, leaned forward, and took his soft cock into her mouth.  She
could taste her pussy on him mixed with his cum.  The colored girl
felt his cock begin to grow.  Boys could just spring back to life, she
thought as she slurped on him.

"Get on you back again," he ordered, "and spread your legs."

His cock was rock hard again.  She laid back down and he mounted her,
this time sliding his dick into her without any assistance.  He
immediately began pounding into her pussy hard.  Being ordered to fuck
by a white boy half her age made her aware of her lowly status as a
slave.  A fuck toy for any white man, even this boy.  But she loved
the feeling it gave her.

"Oh, Massa!" she cried.  "Oh, Massa!  Oh you fuckin' yo' nigga good!"

The boy responded by pumping even harder.  She could feel her orgasm
building.

"Fuck me, Massa!  Fuck yo' nigga!  Ah! Ah!"  Shanika felt waves of
pleasure wash over her as the young white boy continued to pound into
her black cunt as if possessed.

"So, you're my nigger?," he asked breathlessly, "my nigger bitch?"

"Yes, Massa!  I is yo' nigga bitch," she cried out, panting.  "Oh,
Massa, you fuckin' yo' nigga bitch!"

He thrust once more into her, deeply, and she felt him cum in her
again, grunting with each spasm.

"Oh, Massa..." she sighed.

Again they layed together, the white boy and his colored girl.  His
cock in his black slave's pussy.  Slowly coming down from their
climax.

After a while he rolled off her and got to his feet, looking down at
the sweaty negro slave, her legs spread, her cunt glistening wet, a
dribble of semen running down the crack of her black ass.  He glanced
at the floor between the easy chairs and noticed the steel shackles
and chains.

"Were you wearing those?" he asked, indicating the hardware on the
floor.

"Yes, Massa," she replied.  "I's a nigga slave girl and I gots to be
chained up.  I's not 'allowed to run free."

"Put 'em on," he ordered.  "I want to see you wearing that stuff."

Shanika rose and went to where the instruments of her bondage lay.
She put on the ankle cuffs and chains, then the wrist cuffs, and
finally the steel collar.  He stared at his bound slave, his mouth
open.  She handed him the collar chain that masters used as a lead and
assumed the display position, hands behind her head, her chest pushed
out towards him, and her legs as far apart as the ankle chain allowed.

His eyes followed the line of the chain from her collar to his hand
and back again, then up and down her naked black body from her stubble
covered head, her dark brown eyes and full thick lips, her out thrust
saggy brown breasts with the hard black nipples, her slightly pudgy
belly and smooth shaved pussy, all the way down to her shackled
ankles.

"Damn, you're beautiful," he sighed.

"Thank you, Massa," she smiled, "you da bes' Massa dis nigga ever
had."

Brian blushed at the compliment from the older much more experienced
colored girl.  At the same time, blessed with youth as he was, his
cock began to rise, which didn't escape Shanika's notice.

"So, Massa, you want to use yo' nigga again?" she said, glancing and
his growing erection, a wry smile on her face.

"Yeah," he said.  "Let's go in here."  Leading her by her collar
chain, the white boy and his negro slave girl went into the suite's
adjoining bedroom.  He sat on the edge of the bed.

"I want you to suck it," he told her.

Shanika dropped to her knees and began licking the white boy's cock.
From his balls to the tip and back again.  Over and over, stopping to
slip the tip between her thick lips, releasing it with a slurping
sound.  Back down to his balls, she gently drew one into her mouth and
then the other.  Brian moaned with pleasure.  She moved further down,
running her tongue behind his balls and then began to lift and spread
his legs.

"What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly.

"Jes you relax, Massa," she said softly, "you been so good to yo'
nigga, I's goin' be good to you."

She licked further down, over his asshole, and began tracing circles
around it with her tongue.

"Ohhhh...," he murmured as he enjoyed the feel of her soft wet tongue
on his sensitive bud.  She started to push her tongue in firmly and he
grabbed the backs of his thighs, spreading himself out to her.  The
colored girl continued to rim her master as he made soft guttural
sounds.  His cock was rigid and with him holding his legs for her she
was able to firmly grasp his shaft and began to masturbate him.

"Oh, fuck!" he said, his voice husky.  "Oh, fuck, that feels so good."

Shanika continued to pump his cock and tongue his ass.  It didn't take
long before he came in several long spurts.  She released her grip on
him as she felt him soften in her hand.  She leaned back and smiled at
him, still on her knees.  She had a couple of spots of semen on her
face and another one in the stubble on her head.

He sat up and looked at her, amazed at the pleasure she'd just given
him.

"That was fantastic," he said.  "I've never felt anything like that
before."

"Thank you, Massa," she replied.  "I's happy to please you."

"You've got some spunk on your face," he said with a sheepish look.
"I don't remember ever shooting off like that before."

"Tha's fine, Massa.  I like wearin' yo' cum.  It means I's yo' nigga."

The phone beside the bed rang a couple of times before Brian answered
it.  "Hello?" he said.  "Yeah...  Oh, anytime now...  Ok...  Bye."

"It was my dad," he told her.  "Mom's ready to go and he wanted to be
sure it was ok for him to come up.  I better get dressed."  He thought
a moment.  "Are you s'posed to get dressed?"

"No, Massa," said Shanika, "niggas don't wear no clothes here."

Brian led her into the front room and then gathered his clothes from
the floor and dressed.  He was just finishing when there was a knock
on the door.  He went and opened it and let Matt in.

"Well, sport," he smiled broadly as he eyed the negro girl, cum on her
face and running down her leg, "I see you had a good time."

"Yeah, dad," replied his son, "Shanika was great.  Thanks."

"That's ok.  It's kind of a family tradition."

"Can I come back here again?" Brian asked.

"I think that can be arranged," said Matt, smiling at his son.  "Your
mom is already going out to the car.  I've got to take the girl back
now."  He thought for a second.  "Would you like to lead her
downstairs?  She's your nigger after all."

"Yeah," the boy said and picked up the chain to Shanika's steel slave
collar.

Father and son walked out the door, the boy leading the slave girl by
the chain.  They went down the stairs and past the front desk.  Debbie
was still there and looked up from the magazine she was reading and
took in the scene and smirked at Shanika, making the black slave girl
feel like a whore parading through the lobby.

"Look, kid," explained the father, "I'll go take her back, you go out
and wait with your mom."

"Ok, dad," replied the boy handing the slave's chain to his father.
He went out the door leaving Shanika alone with Matt.

"Come along," he urged her, tugging on the chain.  They went back
through the lobby, Debbie watching curiously, and down the hall to the
service door.

It was dark out.  The courtyard containing the auction platform and
benches was deserted and only lit by the moon.  Matt led the slave
girl to the platform.

"Bend over, nigger," he ordered her, "I've got to get a piece of
that."

Shanika turned around and bent over, resting herself on the table
where the masters signed the papers for the slaves they'd purchased at
the auction.  She spread her legs so the white man could easily access
her vagina.  She heard him unzip his pants and let them drop.  His
cock was hard and thicker than his son's.  Her pussy was still wet
from the fucking she got from the teenage boy.

Matt penetrated her quickly and started pumping fast once he felt
himself inside the slave girl's cunt.

He grunted with each thrust, his hands on her hips.  It was almost as
if he were using her body to masturbate with and it was over before
she felt much of anything.

"Uh, uh!" he croaked as he ejaculated in her vagina.

He pulled up his pants and Shanika stood up, her pussy full of cum
from both father and son.

"You did good with my boy, girl," he told her.  "You've got a sweet
pussy.  We'll be back for sure, but don't ever let on to my wife that
we... uh... you know."

"I won't say nothin', Massa," she answered.  Again she felt ashamed.
Ashamed to be used this way by this man after the special time she had
spent with his boy.

"Let's go back in."  Matt led the wet fucked slave girl back into the
main house and through the lobby towards the desk.  Shanika could feel
the squishy wetness between her thighs and the semen running down her
legs.  Debbie eyed her as they approached.

"We're done with this nigger, miss," Matt said to Debbie, releasing
her chain from his grasp.  "We won't be staying the night."

"No problem," the white girl replied and grinned evilly at Shanika,
"I'll take care of her."

Matt hurried out the door leaving the naked black slave girl alone
with the fashionably dressed blonde.


  
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