Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal

Chapter 13 - The Old Man

Shanika and Yolanda stood together watched as the negro slave girl's
most recent master disappeared down the path to the cabins.

"It's time for you to get ready to go back home," Yolanda said.
"Let's get you washed up."  The colored lady led the black slave into
the barn and handed her chain over to Elois, the young attendant.
Maya and Darla, the mother and daughter, had already been bathed and
were waiting for the rest of the slaves making the return trip to be
ready.  The older married negress, Yvonne, stood with them.  All three
watched as Elois soaped Shanika up and hosed her off.

After chaining them all together, Yolanda led them across the
courtyard to the back benches of the now deserted auction area.

"The van won't be here for a while, ladies," said she said, "so you
might as well get comfortable."  The slave girls all sat on the bench
facing away from the platform so they could see when the van arrived.

"Yvonne?" asked Shanika, "How is it you started comin' here?  You said
you was married when we rode out."

"Well, that's an interesting story," she replied.  "But it starts way
before I ever heard of this club."

* * *

"I was only sixteen at the time.  Momma didn't want me going to no
public school.  She said it was full of punks and low lifes and I was
gonna have a chance to really learn somethin'.  So, she sent me to
catholic school.  We weren't catholics or nothin', but she thought it
was better than what else there was.

"I had to ride the city bus to get there instead of the school bus,
but so many of the other kids who went there did that, it almost
seemed like the school bus when we were on it.  We all had to wear
uniforms.  I had a black and yellow plaid jumper that I wore over a
white blouse.  White knee socks and saddle shoes.  Keep in mind that
this was twenty five years ago.

"That was the first time I ever thought about bein' a slave.  We was
studyin' the civil war and there was first hand accounts of negro
slaves and a couple of those old time photographs.  There was a
diagram of how they layed the captured Africans out on the deck of the
slave ship for transit, but the pictures that stuck in my mind showed
real slaves standing in front of wooden shacks and there was this one
drawing from the time that showed slaves being sold.  They was wearin'
clothes, though, not like at the club.

"I was one of the only black faces in the class and I remember how the
other kids looked at me afterwards.  I couldn't tell if it was because
they was embarrassed for what their great great great granpappies did
or if they saw me as a real life negro and wondered about me bein' a
slave.

"Well, I know I thought about me bein' a slave.  Like in the pictures.
At night I'd think about bein' sold to some white massa who'd take me
to his plantation and make me his house nigger.  I knew it was some
twisted shit I was thinkin' about, and I was ashamed to think that
way.  What would Momma think if she knew what her little girl was
imaginin'.  But they was jus' my own private thoughts, so she couldn't
know.  I remember I gave Miz Clitty a real work out thinkin' about
that shit, if you know what I mean.  Playin' with Miz Clitty was
somethin' else she didn't know about.  'Course now, I know she knew
all about it jus' like every girl know about it.

"One day I was on the bus comin' home from school.  It was real
crowded, like always, on the first one after school let out.  As
usual, there was no place to sit, so I stood there holdin' onto one of
them polls.  All of a sudden I felt somebody touch me.  At first I
didn't think anything of it since it was so crowded.  But I could
swear there was a hand on my ass.  I didn't want to look around or let
whoever it was know that I noticed.  When we got to my stop I kind of
looked when I was gettin' off, but didn't see anybody lookin' back at
me.

"That night I remember I was extra horny and really went to town with
Miz Clitty.  I was the nigger house girl again, and Massa was puttin'
his hands all over my ass.  After I got off, I thought about it some
more.  I put the stuff from what happened on the bus into my fantasy!

"The next day on the ride home I was standin' in the same place.  It
jus' worked out that way.  Then I felt it again.  This time the hand
was rubbin' on me a little, not just stayin' in one place.  I didn't
do anything but keep standin' there like I didn't notice.  Whoever it
was took their hand away and then I felt it on my leg!  They moved up
my bare thigh and then put it back on my ass under my skirt but on top
of my panties.  I couldn't believe it!  But still, I didn't let on
that anything out of the ordinary was goin' on.  When I was gettin'
off at my stop I looked around and still couldn't see who'd been doin'
it.

"Man, did Miz Clitty get a workout that night!  My Massa jus' loved
his little nigger slave girl.  He couldn't keep his hands off her ass.
Of course I didn't mind 'cause it felt so good.  I caught myself
startin' to make too much noise and I was afraid Momma would catch me
playin' with myself.  I didn't know how to feel about it all.  I felt
kind of cheap havin' jus' stood there and not doin' somethin' to see
who was gropin' me and makin' 'em stop.  But I was imaginin' it was my
Massa on the plantation and it felt good.

"All through school the next day all I could think about was ridin'
home and havin' some stranger put his hands up my skirt and rub on my
butt.  I couldn't concentrate or nothin'.  Time moved so slow, it
seemed like forever when the bell finally rang.

"This time I make sure to stand in the same place as before.  I felt
strange since I was actually lookin' for it to happen again.  When I
felt that hand goin' up my leg and onto my ass I jus' closed my eyes
and thought of my imaginary Massa doin' what the stranger was doin'.
The hand went away as we came to my stop.  Whoever it was knew that I
was gettin' off here.  They really were feelin' *my* ass, not jus'
anybody's, since they remembered me.  I looked around and finally
noticed a gray haired old white man wearing an old suit and tie.  He
seemed like somebody's granddaddy or somethin' I couldn't believe it
was him, but thinkin' back I remembered him bein' there the other
times.

"Now my Massa had a face.  I took care of Miz Clitty that night while
I thought about him.  Not sittin' there on the bus in his wore out
suit, but on the porch of the plantation house in one of those white
suits.  I know it sound stupid, but I was sixteen, and that's what I
thought a Massa should wear.  He was rubbin' on me and smilin' up at
me.  And I was so proud to be his favorite nigger.

"You can imagine I couldn't keep my mind on anything at school the
next day.  My last class just dragged on and on.  The teacher noticed
I wasn't payin' attention and kept me after class to give me shit
about it.  She was all 'blah, blah, blah' and all I could think of was
that my Massa was waitin' for me.  Yeah, I know it sound stupid for me
to think of that dirty old white man as my Massa, but what can I say?

"I ran out to the bus stop, but it was already gone.  I waited for the
next one hopin' he'd be on it but, no.  I was real disappointed.  That
didn't stop me from thinkin' about him that night.  He'd be rubbin' my
ass and I'd be standin' close to him and he'd say, 'You my favorite
nigger, Ruby.'  That was my slave name for myself.  Ruby the precious
one.  I could hear my bed creak I was workin' Miz Clitty so hard, but
in my mind Massa was askin' me, 'You know you my favorite nigger,
don't you, Ruby?'  and I'd smile at him and say, 'Oh, Massa, you is so
kind.'  Don't laugh, I know how it sound.

"When I got on the bus to go home the next day I got a lump in the pit
of my stomach when I saw he wasn't there.  I had missed him the day
before and now he wasn't gonna come back.  It actually made me sad.
Then it was the weekend.  I couldn't wait for Monday, though at night
we were together.  Jus' the three of us.  Massa, me, an' Miz Clitty.

"Monday on the way home, he wasn't there.  Tuesday neither.  I was
givin' up hope.  I was mad at that teacher for makin' me miss the bus
that time.  I figger'd he'd stopped ridin' that bus when I didn't show
up.

"So you know I was happy when I saw him there on Wednesday.  But for
some reason the bus wasn't as full as usual and I was the first one on
and there were empty seats near the front.  He was my Massa and
everything, but he didn't know it.  He didn't even know that I knew
who he was.  But now I'd have to go past empty seats so I could stand
in my usual spot.  If he saw me do that, he'd know I knew and he'd
know I wanted it.

"My stomach was in knots as I walked past those seats.  I saw him
looking at me while pretending to look out the window.  I stood there
where I usually stood and the bus filled up with my classmates.  The
bus lurched and I almost lost my grip on the poll and fell on him!  I
was so embarrassed!  But I held on and stood there.

"Before long I felt his hand on my leg again.  I could feel my heart
pounding and my hand was sweaty on the poll.  He rubbed on my ass
again over my panties and then he moved it down to my bare leg again
and then back up, but through the leg hole!  He was rubbin' on my bare
ass!  It felt so good and I go so tingly!

"We got to my stop and he took his hand away.  I turned around and
looked at him as I was gettin' off the bus out the back door.  For the
first time I saw him lookin' back at me.  He smiled at me.  He had a
kind smile.  Just like I imagined my Massa would have.

"I dropped my back pack on the floor when I got into the house and
went right up to my room.  Miz Clitty wasn't gonna wait for bedtime.
Massa was smilin' at me and I was so happy and Miz Clitty was so wet!
When I went to bed that night, Miz Clitty didn't get no rest.

"Thursday he was there.  I was walking on air all the way to stand
near him.  I didn't care about the empty seats this time.  My secret
was out, at least to the gray haired old man.  He watched me walk down
the aisle, but other than the smile he gave me, he didn't let on he
knew me or anything.

"The bus filled up and lots of other kids were standing as the bus
pulled out of the stop.  I felt his hand on my leg right away.  He
went straight under my panties through the leg hole this time.  He
even squeezed on me a little.  I was so excited.  I wasn't ready for
him to move his hand down between my legs and I made a little noise
when he did.  He was goin' for my coochie and I wanted him to touch me
there so bad.  I moved my legs apart for him, but I guess my movin'
like that scared him and he pulled his hand away.  He musta thought he
was gettin too bold with me or somethin' and didn't understand that I
was trying to make it easy for him!

"I was relieved when I felt him put his hand back up on my bare ass
and start to go for my coochie again.  He must have noticed I opened
my legs for him 'cause he put his hand there so that his finger was
right on my slit.  He had to be able to tell how wet I was, too.  I
was a little embarrassed for him know that, but with me opening up
like that for him, he had to know I liked what he was doing.  He even
started rubbin' on me.  He sho' had Miz Clitty's attention!

"Now, I had boys fingerin' at me before, but they was clumsy.  They'd
accidentally pinch my tender parts while trying to shove their fingers
in me and I wouldn't be turned on at all.  My coochie'd be dry and it
would hurt.  But Massa was gentle and it felt so good.  Even better
than when I touched myself.  I closed my eyes and I was in heaven.  Or
at least on the porch of the plantation mansion, My white Massa
playin' with Miz Clitty.

"I woulda missed my stop if I hadn't felt his hand go away when we got
there.  I didn't want it to end, but this was the end of the ride for
me.  I went down the steps of the back door and turned around and
looked at him.  This time I smiled at him, to make sure he knew I
liked what he was doin' to me.  He smiled back and scratched his
mustache with the finger he'd been playin' with me with.  Anyone else
wouldn't think nothin' of it, but I knew he was smellin' my scent.  My
legs got all wobbly.  Other kids tryin' to get off almost pushed me
out the door I was takin' so long.

"I stood and watched the bus go down the street and then went home.
Like last time, I dropped my backpack and headed up the stairs.  Me
an' Miz Clitty must have been makin' too much noise 'cause Momma came
and knocked on my door askin' if I was ok.  It kind of spoilt the
mood.  I told her I was fine, but it wasn't 'til I went to bed that
night that Massa an' me were out on the porch.  This time he was
touchin' my coochie and playin' with Miz Clitty.  He was smilin' an'
tellin' me what a good nigger I was.  I was so happy and content.

"I fell asleep dreamin' about the plantation house with big green
willow trees in the front and a big grass lawn and Massa in his white
suit sittin' on the porch.  And me, his favorite nigger, standin'
beside him.

"Friday.  There he was on the bus, just like always.  Lookin' around,
nothin' more than a smile for me.  My coochie was wet and Miz Clitty
was ready.  The weekend was comin', and though I was happy to see
Massa sittin' on the bus, I was sad thinkin' I wouldn't see him again
'til Monday.

"I felt like a fool to have a crush like this on this old white man.
I was ashamed that I let him do to me the things that he did.  I was
humiliated that I liked it so much and wanted it so bad.  I stood next
to him like always.

"And nobody knew.  Nobody knew how I was carryin' on this way.  He
didn't even know what I was thinkin' while he was gropin' my ass and
my coochie.  We hadn't exchanged even a single word.  Just a smile.
That and the fact that I kept coming back.

"We pulled out of the stop, people bumpin' into each other while we
settled into the ride.  Then I felt Massa's hand on me.  I moved my
foot right away so my legs would be spread for him and he could get at
my coochie easy.  He musta noticed 'cause his hand went straight
between my legs.  He also had to see how wet I was for him.  'Bout the
only thing he didn't know was that he was my Massa and I was his
nigger.  His favorite nigger, at that.

"He took his hand away when we got to my stop.  I didn't look at his
face, but I bet he was surprised when this time I didn't get off.  I
made up my mind to stay on the bus.  The weekend was just too long.
The bus pulled away from the curb and in a minute his hand was back.
I wondered what he must be thinkin' seein' as how I was still there.
Whatever it was it didn't make him wanna keep his hands to hisself!  I
could feel him playin' with Miz Clitty and I could barely stay on my
feet my legs was tremblin' so much.

"The next stop must have been a popular one 'cause so many people got
off.  Now there were lots of empty seats and if I didn't sit down, I'd
be the only one standin'.  He musta known about that since he took his
hand away when the doors opened.  There was a seat open next to him so
I sat down.  We kept goin' and we didn't say nothin' or even look at
each other.  It was so weird, sittin' there, my coochie all wet from
this old man havin' his hand between my legs, and now we jus' sat
there like strangers sittin' together by pure chance.

"A couple of stops later he finally spoke to me, 'This is where I get
off.'  He stood up and since I already came this far I figger'd I'd
just keep goin'.  I stood up too and got off the bus with him.  We
stood there together while it pulled away, leaving a cloud of diesel
exhaust behind.  The other passengers who got off there all walked off
to wherever they were going and only Massa and me were left on the
curb.

"'Why'd you come here?' he asked me.  I told him I didn't know, 'cause
really I didn't.  'Shouldn't you be home now?' he asked.  'Won't your
folks be worried?'  I told him I sometimes got home late so they
wouldn't worry for a while.  Then he asked me if I wanted to go inside
with him and I nodded that I did.  We were on a street with shops on
the street level and apartments on the second and third floors.  He
opened a door that went straight to a narrow staircase.  There were
metal mailboxes in the wall at the bottom of the stairs.  Our
footsteps echoed loudly as we climbed.

"We went up one flight and then down the hall.  He used a key to open
the door to his apartment.  It was small inside.  There was just one
window that looked onto the street.  There was a kitchen against the
back wall and he had a table and chairs near it.  There was a TV near
the window on a table and a big easy chair with worn upholstery in
front of it.  There was one of them oval shaped braided rugs on the
wooden floor.  He had some pictures on the wall.  They was all old and
looked like school pictures.  There was one of a young white man in an
army uniform with a flag in the background.  It was old, too.

"He sat in the chair and looked up at me.  'Why'd you come here?' he
asked again.  'What do you want from me?'  I was horrified to realize
that he might think I was here 'cause I wanted to make trouble for
him.  What he did to me on the bus wasn't right, really.  Folks
wouldn't understand at all.  Even knowin' I liked it and wanted it
wouldn't make no difference.

"'It ain't nothin' like that, sir!' I told him.  I liked him a lot,
and I trusted him and it hurt me to think he didn't trust me.  But I
guess followin' him home like I done spooked him.  I told him I liked
what he did and that he had to know that, seein' as how I kept comin'
back.  That made him relax some, but then he got angry with me.

"'What're you thinkin' of comin' home with some strange man?' he
scolded me like he was my daddy.  'You don't know me.  A pretty young
girl like you.  I could be some kind of pervert who'd rape you and
leave you in the alley.'

"I told him I ain't never done nothin' like this before and that the
only reason I followed him home was that I liked him and was gonna
miss him so much 'til Monday.  I said I was sorry and asked him if he
wanted me to go.  I started cryin' 'cause he was so disappointed with
me.

"He had me sit in his lap and he held me like that.  He didn't try
anything with me or nothin'.  Just held me in his lap like a little
girl.  I felt so close to him right then.  So I started tellin' him
about my fantasy.  About how I pretended we was on the plantation and
he was my white massa and I was his favorite nigger.

"He seemed kind of surprised by that.  He told me it wasn't right for
nobody to call me no nigger.  So I told him it was ok and that the way
I meant it wasn't no insult or nothin' hurtful.  I said that to me,
bein' his favorite nigger was a honor and that it made me feel proud.

"'So, you want me to be your massa,' he asked.  I nodded at him.  'And
jus' what does a massa do?' he wanted to know.  I said that to me a
massa took care of his nigger and would touch her and praise her if
she was a good nigger and pleased her massa the way he liked.

"He kinda lost that granddaddy look in his eyes hearin' that.  Now I
saw the same eyes he looked at me with when he was takin' in my scent
off his finger back on the bus the other day.  He shifted around in
his chair some and I could tell his dick was gettin' hard.

"'I can't believe I never asked you this, girl, but what is your
name?' he asked.  'I can't be your massa unless I know your name' I
thought about it for a second and said, 'Ruby.'

"'Stand up, Ruby,' he said.  So I got up from his lap and stood in
front of him.  He just looked me up and down, standin' there in my
plaid jumper and white blouse.  I didn't know then that men really
liked the schoolgirl fantasy and seein' me all dressed up like that
with my white knee socks and saddle shoes was like something out of a
girlie magazine.  But I could tell he was really turned on by me.

"He didn't tell me to, but I reached up under my skirt and pulled my
panties down to my knees.  His eyes were riveted on me.  Then I picked
up the front of my skirt and showed my coochie off for him so he would
want to touch it.  It musta worked 'cause he reached right out for it.
He curled his hand and ran the backs of his fingers over my bush.  It
was like he was teasin' me.  Miz Clitty wanted to be touched so bad!

"'You look so fine, Ruby,' he said.  'Such a pretty girl.'  He put his
finger in the top of my slit and traced it down between my legs.  I
spread as far as I could with my panties around my knees.  He reached
in and started rubbin' on my coochie and pokin' his finger in me.  He
played with Miz Clitty and I couldn't hardly keep standin'.

"'Oh, Massa,' I said, 'Is I yo' favorite nigga?'  I even started using
that slave talk the white massas like so much.  But then it was the
first time I'd ever done it out loud.  I could tell he liked it.

"'Of course you are, Ruby,' he said.  'You're the best nigger a massa
could have.'

"It was just like my fantasy, except that we were in a one room walk
up apartment instead of the plantation and he was wearin' his same
wore out suit that he always wore.  But I didn't care.  I was Massa's
favorite nigger and he was strokin' on my coochie.  That wasn't no
fantasy, that was really happenin'.

"His hand felt so good on me.  He was gentle, but he was all in
control.  He was playin' me like some kind of musical instrument.  I
was so excited by it.  I know he could tell 'cause he started
concentrating' all his attentions on Miz Clitty.  He rubbed faster and
stronger as I got more and more excited.  I could feel it comin'.

"I felt so submissive to him it was wonderful.  When I was almost
there, I asked him, 'Kin I cum, Massa?  A nigga gots to ask
permission.'  Sayin' that made me tingle somethin' fierce and I knew
if he didn't say yes it wasn't gonna stop me.

"He liked that a lot.  'Yes, Ruby, you can cum,' he said, 'you such a
good nigger.'  Oh, it felt so good!  I never felt like that when it
was just me an Miz Clitty.  Massa made me cum good.  I sat back in his
lap, my coochie was all sloppy now, but Massa didn't mind.  He just
held me and I felt so safe and happy.

"After I calmed down I told him, 'Thank you, Massa.  You so good to
yo' nigga.'  And he smiled at me and said, 'Well, Ruby, you are my
favorite.'

"He told me that it was gettin' late and my folks would worry 'bout me
and that he would walk me down to the bus stop.

"I told him, 'I gotta do somethin' fo you, Massa.  You treat yo' nigga
so fine.'  I could tell he liked that and it made me happy to please
him talkin' that way for him.  But I wanted to do more.

"He seemed kind of flustered and said that there was somethin' I could
do for him but he was too embarrassed to ask.  I told him not to be
embarrassed about nothin' with his nigger and I'd do anything he asked
and not think poorly of him.

"I was kind of surprised when he asked for my panties, but if that's
what he wanted, I was gonna give 'em to him.  I mean I was ready to do
anything for that old white man right then and I mean anything.  I had
fooled around with boys before like I said, but I was still a virgin.
I would have given him that if he asked for it and been happy about
it.  Tell the truth, I hoped that's what he wanted.

"They was still around my knees, I know, what a slut!  I stood up and
was gonna take 'em off for him when I started to get why he wanted
them.  So I pulled 'em back up so hard they kind of worked their way
into my crack.  I lifted up my skirt for him and spread my legs,
offering him my coochie.

"'Please, Massa,' I says to him, 'touch you nigga's coochie a little
first.'  I was really wet already, but I wanted those panties soaking
for my Massa.  I could tell he was pleased when he figger'd out what I
was up to and put his hand on me.  When he took his hand back I asked
him, 'Massa, would you take yo' nigga's panties off for her?'

"I was afraid he was gonna have a heart attack or something from the
way he was breathin' after that, but I guessed he jus' really liked
the idea.  He grabbed my panties with both hands and slowly pulled
them down.  He had to lean forward and his nose was inches away from
my coochie.  I heard him inhale deep.

"'You like yo' nigga's scent, don't you, Massa?'

"'Oh, yeah,' he said, real quiet like.

"'Well, I hope her panties'll do 'til I see you again,' I said.

"He pulled them down the rest of the way and I stepped out of them and
let my skirt fall back down.  He stood up and looked into my eyes.
'You a sweet girl, Ruby.  Thank you.  I haven't felt so good in a long
long time, he said.  'Can I kiss you?'

"Can you imagine?  He was so sweet!  Here he'd just had his fingers
all up in my coochie and he was askin' if he could kiss me.  I thought
I was gonna melt.  'You don't hafta ask that, Massa!' I told him,
''Course you can kiss me!  I's not playin' wit' you when I say I's yo'
nigga.  I *is* yo' nigga and you is my Massa.  You can do whatever you
want wit' me and I'll do anything you want me to.  Jus' tell me what
it is an' I'll do it.

"So he kissed me right on the lips.  Too bad my panties was already
off 'cause I woulda got 'em even wetter for him.  I almost was gonna
open my mouth for him and give him my tongue the way the boys liked,
but it wasn't my place to start that.  I wished he would, but it
wasn't my place.

"He walked me down to the bus stop and waited with me until it came.
It was gettin' dark and the lights were on inside the bus.  I had a
hard time seein' him through the reflections on the windows, but I
waved at him and smiled.

"Momma didn't say nothin' to me when I got home late like that, it was
a relief.  I went up to my room and changed out of my school clothes.
'Course I had to put on new panties!  It's funny.  That night I left
Miz Clitty alone.  I was afraid it would take away some of the memory
of Massa's touch.  I went to sleep and dreamed about the plantation
again.

"I got on the bus on Saturday and went over to Massa's apartment, but
he wasn't home.  I waited around outside for a while and then I saw
him walking down the side walk.  When he saw me I could tell he was
happy to see me.  I went straight to him and walked with him back up
to where he lived.

"'You sweet to come back, Ruby,' he said.  'I don't know what to say.'

"'You ain't gotta say nothin', Massa,' I told him.  'I's yo' nigga
from now on.'  I thought about it for a second and then asked him,
'You do want that, don't you?  You want me to be yo' nigga, right?'

"'Course I do!' he said.  'Old man like havin' a fine sweet young
thing like you?  I still can't believe it!'

"He unlocked the door and we went in.  Everything was just like it was
the day before.  He kissed me on the lips again and I put my arms
around him.  He told me I was still his favorite nigger.  He so sweet.
He asked me if my folks knew where I was.  I told him no.  Momma
didn't ask where I was goin'.

"He said that wasn't right, and that I should have at least tol' her
when I be back so she won't worry.  He was sounded like my daddy
again.  Then he say he sorry, but he got to punish me.  I didn't know
what he meant and I hoped he wasn't gonna send me away.  But then he
sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and tells me to pull down my
pants and he watched while I did it.

"I knew I was in some kind of trouble with him and he was cross with
me when he saw my little surprise for him.  I don't know why, but I
got the razor I used for my legs and took off all my coochie hair for
him.  I figger'd it was proper for a nigger to be shaved for her
massa.  When he saw that he couldn't hardly stay mad at me.

"'You do that for me, Ruby?', he asked.  I tell him yes I did.  He
tol' me it was sweet, but he still had to punish me for makin' Momma
worry about me.  He tol' me to come over to him and I kind of shuffled
over to him since my jeans were down around my ankles.  It's funny but
even after all I did with him the day before, showin' him my coochie
and him fingerin' me I never felt embarrassed until now.  Shufflin'
around with my pants down like that shamed me and I could feel myself
blush.  I don't know if he noticed or not, me bein' a nigger an' all.
I also could feel I was gettin' wet.  I bet he noticed that.  I could
smell it my own self.

"He made me lay across his lap, and I knew he was gonna give me a
spankin'.  He rubbed on my ass a little and then he started hittin' me
with the palm of his hand.  For an old man, he packed a whollop.  The
sound of his hand on my ass rang off the walls.  I tried not to cry
out so he'd be proud of me, but I couldn't hold back the tears.  He
musta given me a couple dozen spanks before he let me get up.  I stood
there with my pants down rubbin' on my burning ass.  Well, my ass may
have been burnin', but Miz Clitty was on fire!  I never thought a
spankin' would get me so hot.  It hurt at first, but now the heat I
felt made me so horny.

"'You understand why I had to do that, don't you, Ruby?', he asked.  I
nodded yes and wiped the tears out of my eyes and tol' him how sorry I
was to disappoint him like I did and how I wanted to be such a good
nigger for him.  He tol' me I was a good nigger and he had to spank me
like that to make sure I stayed a good nigger.

"I looked at him and he looked a little flushed.  I was happy to see
he was as turned on as me.  I got down on my knees in front of him,
and even though I was afraid it might not be my place to do it, I tol'
him that he should let me do somethin' for him.

"I undid his pants and he got up a little so's I could pull 'em down.
His cock was standing straight up.  I felt good I could get him like
that and then I leaned over and started kissing and licking on him.  I
pushed his legs open and started sucking on his cock and reached in
and started playing with his balls.  He really loved that, I could
tell.  His eyes closed and he put his hands on my head.  Not like that
boy who made me put his dick in my mouth all pushy an' shit.  No, he
just rested his hand on my head and stroked my hair.  I kept sucking
him and moving my head up and down on him.  I looked up at him and
he'd opened his eyes again and was looking right at me while I sucked
him off.  I let his cock slip out from my lips and grabbed it with my
free hand and started strokin' him off, still playin' with his balls
with the other.

"I looked up at him and asked, 'You like this, Massa?  Is yo' nigga
treatin' you good?'  He was so 'cited he just nodded, never breakin'
away from lookin' me in the eye.  He was breathin' hard and I could
feel him buckin' into my hand.  I smiled as sweet as I could and
kissed on the tip of his cock.  I could feel the stirrin' in his balls
and knew he was about there.  I took his cock head into my mouth for a
second or two and then looked back up at him.

"'You wanna cum in yo' nigga's mouth, Massa?  Huh?  Or, maybe you
wanna cum all over her black face.  Do you, Massa?'  I talked to him
in my little girl voice and I thought he was gonna explode.  'Tell me
what you want, Massa.  You know yo' nigga do it fo' you.'

"He was gettin' all red an' his cock was gettin' all purple.  Then I
barely heard him say, 'face.'  So I smiled sweet at him again and held
his cock close to my face and kept stroking it.  Next thing I know
he's spurtin' all over me.  I had cum in my hair, on my cheek, on my
nose, and on my lips.  I even got some in one eye.

"But I didn't care.  The look on his face while he came all over mine
was worth a little sting in the eye.  I was surprised an old man could
cum in buckets like that.  When he stopped shootin' off I started
kissing it, all covered in his cum.  Then I started in on it with my
tongue and licked it all clean for him.  After I was done, I just
looked up at him again and smiled for my sweet Massa, his cum runnin'
off my face.

"He was all out of breath and said, 'Ruby, you're the best nigger a
massa could have.'  All I could say to that was 'Thank you, Massa.
Tha's what I wanna be fo' you.'  He tol' me to go wash my face off and
get naked.  So I did and went to sit in his lap.

"He held me like that, all naked for him, for a long while.  Then he
kissed me and said I better get home so nobody would worry about me.
I stood up and he pulled me to him and kissed my nipples real soft
while I rubbed my hands through his gray hair.  I felt his hand going
south so I spread my legs out for him so he could get to my coochie
like he wanted.  I think he really liked it shaved the way I had it.
I was so glad to please him.

"He finally stopped, too soon, I thought, and I got dressed.  He
walked me out the bus stop and waited with me until it came.  I don't
know what people may have thought seeing us there together like that.
It was obvious I wasn't his grandbaby, but we didn't care.  I got on
the bus when it came and watched him standing on the curb until he was
out of sight.

"When I got home, Momma wasn't in the least worried.  But at least
concern for her had earned me a spanking from Massa.  I knew I'd have
to think of way to tell him they were more of a reward than a
punishment.

"Things went on like this for the rest of the time I was in high
school.  I'd always be looking forward to seeing him on the bus after
school if he were there, and he usually was, I'd go stand on my spot,
neither of us acknowledging the other.  It was so naughty.  No one
knew that this old white man had his hand up my skirt playing with his
nigger's coochie the whole way along until empty seats opened up and I
had to sit down.  We'd get to his apartment and play.  He was pretty
frisky for an old man.

"Sometimes we'd play colored schoolgirl and I'd let my panties drop
and lift up my skirt for him so he could keep playing with my smooth
naked coochie.  He'd play with Miz Clitty until I'd beg him to let his
nigger cum for him.  Usually he'd get so worked up from that game that
I'd have to suck him off and I'd go home with cum on my plaid jumper.

"He learned that I loved the bare bottom spankin's he gave his nigger.
He seemed to like me with my pants pulled down for that, so we'd
usually save it for weekends when I wasn't already in my school
clothes.  He'd warm my ass up and and I'd get all wet and next thing
I'd know he'd be putting Miz Clitty though her paces.  I loved cumming
while bent over his knee, my black ass squirming.

"But no matter how it started, it always ended with him tellin' me how
I was his favorite nigger.  And me going home wet.

"One thing bothered me, though, and that was that he wouldn't use my
coochie for himself.  He kept telling me I should save that for when I
got married.  It's funny.  The kinds of things he did to me, and still
he was old school on that score.

"I never had a boyfriend the whole time in high school.  Why would I
want some boy when I had a Massa?  It came time for me to go off to
college and I went to visit him before I left.

"He bought a going away present for me, which was sweet, since I knew
he didn't have much money.  It was an oversized red sweater with a big
R monogram on it.  I had already told him long before that my name was
really Yvonne and that Ruby was the name I liked to have as a slave.

"He said I should wear it when he wanted to feel him hold me.  I
thought I goin' to cry.

"I tol' him that I wanted to give him somethin', too, 'I knows it
ain't my place to tell you instead of ask you, Massa.  So I hopes you
forgive me, but I's got something for you and you gots to take it.'

"'What's that, Ruby?' he asked me.  'You my favorite nigger, how could
I say no to you?'

"'I want you to take me and use me, Massa.  I ain't savin' it for
nobody but you,' I tol' him.

"'I'm an old man.  You're a young woman,' he said,. 'How could I
satisfy you that way?'

"I tol' him, 'I is yo' nigga.  An' you is my Massa, You takin' me is
what satisfies me.'

"I stripped down for him and led him to his bedroom.  I helped him off
with his clothes and he lay on his back.  I kissed him, and sucked
him, and then I got up on him.  'You jus' lay still, Massa.  Yo' nigga
gon' take care of you.'

"He was old so I was gentle with him even though it was my cherry
gettin' popped.  I put his cock in me and lowered myself down on him I
felt the resistance and then a little pain.  It wasn't near as bad
some girls make it out to be.  'Course Massa an' me been givin' my
coochie such a workout for long, maybe it was broke in some.  I tol'
him, 'You got my cherry now, Massa.  No matter what, you always be the
one who got it.'

"I just kept goin' up and down on him.  'You fuckin' yo' nigga now,
Massa.  You like that, don't you?'  He looked up at me and nodded.  He
was a sucker for that nigger talk and I felt him release inside me.
'Thank you, Massa, I said.  You too good to yo' nigga.'  I bent over
and kissed him.  Then I rolled off him and we held each other until we
fell asleep.  It was the first time I ever spent the night with him.

"He walked me to the bus in the morning and said goodbye.  I was sad I
was leaving, but he tol' me how important it was for me to go to on to
college an' how I can come visit him anytime.

"The bus came and even though the sidewalk was crowded with people,
this old white man, my Massa, kissed his nigger right on the mouth
where everybody could see.  I got on and went to the back of the bus
so I could see him there on the curb until he was out of sight.

"I saw him a few more times over the years I was in college.  It was
far away so I didn't get back to the city too much.  Last I knew he'd
gone to live with some nephew or other.

* * *

Shanika, Maya, and Darla were silent after Yvonne finished her story.
Even Yolanda was quiet.

"Damn, girl," said Shanika.  "That was some story."

"Yeah," Yvonne replied.  "So I got married a while after college to a
nice respectable black man.  Momma was so proud.  She never knew about
my Massa.  Now I love the white massas who play rough with me and make
me feel like a nigga slut, but the old man was the best.  I was his
favorite nigger."


  
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