Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal


Chapter 17 - The Good Samaritan


Shanika walked down the street hoping to avoid meeting anyone in her
unclothed condition, but painfully aware of the miles to go to reach
her apartment.  No one was on the street, but occasionally cars went
by and she was sure people could see her from their windows.

After a few minutes she saw someone coming the other way.  An older
white man was walking carrying a bag of groceries.  She could see he
had graying hair and and a graying beard.  He wore an old army field
jacket and worn blue jeans.  He looked up with a shocked look on his
face as Shanika approached him.

"Damn!" he exclaimed, trying with limited success to be a gentleman
and not stare at the black woman's nakedness.  "What happened to you,
miss?  Are you hurt?"

Shanika went and stood in front of him.  She didn't know how she could
explain how she got in this predicament.

"No, sir, I'm not hurt," she said.  "I know I must be a sight, sir.
This was just a prank that got out of hand.  But I do need some help
as you can see."

"Of course, I'll help you," he said.  He set down the bag and took off
his field jacket and offered it to her.

"Thank you, sir," she said, putting on the jacket.  "You're very
kind."  The jacket wasn't quite long enough to cover her much below
the waist.

"I live in a building on the next block," he said, picking the bag
back up.  "Let's take you there and get you inside and cleaned up.  I
know I've got something you can wear."

"Thank you very much, sir," she said humbly.

As they walked along, a city bus passed them.  Shanika glanced up and
saw the passengers looking back at her.  Obviously the man's jacket
wasn't sufficient to cover her up, she realized.  Her naked ass was
still on display for anyone to see.

A white couple out for a stroll passed them going the other way.  The
man stared while the woman pulled him along and shot an angry glance
Shanika's way.  A car load of young men went by and they honked their
horn and yelled incomprehensibly as they passed.  Shanika's face was
hot with shame.  Her pussy was on fire.  She could tell her scent was
even stronger than that of urine left on her by the teenagers.

They arrived in front of a nondescript brick faced building with
concrete steps leading up to a wooden double door with large glass
windows set in it.  The man produced a key and let them in.  The lobby
was kind of dinghy, the paint old and the linoleum floor grubby.  The
man led them to an elevator and he pressed the button.

He turned to her as they waited for the car to arrive.

"What ever happened to you?" he asked, his wrinkled his nose.  "That
must have been some prank.  What was it?  Some kind of initiation or
something?"

That sounded plausible to Shanika.  "Yes, sir," she said.  "That's
all."

She felt guilty for lying to the kind stranger, but she wasn't ready
to go into all the hows and whys of what led her to be found wandering
the streets naked reeking of piss and pussy.

The bell rang and the elevator door opened.  A white man started to
step out.  Shanika saw his eyes go right for her naked crotch.  She
knew he could see her shaved pussy and flushed with embarrassment.

The man looked back up at her companion.  "Ernie," he said.  "Who's
your friend?"  The man leered at her again.

"Just someone who needs some help, Charlie," he said.  "Nothing for
you to get concerned about."

Charlie stepped out of the way and Ernie led Shanika onto the elevator
and pressed the button for his floor.  The door shut while Charlie
continued to enjoy the view of Shanika's naked black ass.

"No offense, miss," he said at last, "but first thing is to get you
showered.  You kids today.  I don't know what you'll do next."

"I'm sorry to be so much trouble to you," she said, her eyes downcast.
"You are very kind to help me this way."

"Don't worry about it," he said.  "I have a daughter your age who's
off at college.  I want to take care of you the same way I'd want
somebody else to take care of her in a tough situation."

"Oh," said Shanika.  "I hope bringing me home won't cause a problem
with your wife, sir."

"I doubt that'll happen," Ernie laughed.  "She's home living in my
house.  I'm not married anymore."

"I'm sorry, sir," she told him.  "It wasn't my place to say anything."

"Relax!" he said.  "No offense taken.  That's all my problem.  Not
yours."

The elevator stopped and they got out.  Ernie opened the door to his
apartment.  The white man waited for Shanika to enter ahead of him.

Like the rest of building Shanika had seen so far, the apartment was
off white but obviously hadn't been painted in quite a while.
Pictures of the man along with a smiling dark haired younger white
girl decorated the walls.  The floor was covered in gold colored
carpet.  A sofa, a straight backed chair and a recliner were all
positioned pointing at an old television set.

"Well, this is home for me," he said, placing the groceries down.
"The bathroom is down the hall.  Go get washed up, use any towel you
can find.  I'll hunt up some clothes for you.  Looks like you'll be
wearing mine, I don't think anything my daughter left here would fit
you."

"Thank you so much, sir," said the colored woman.

Shanika slipped off the field jacket in front of her host and she
noticed him blush, but also that he failed to tear his eyes away from
the view of her body she gave him.  The negro girl was very aware of
the fact that she was alone in this stranger's apartment, not just
completely naked, but without any of her own clothes at hand.  She
felt the dampness between her legs growing.  She smiled at him and
went down the hall to where he'd said the bathroom was.

The bathroom was in the same condition as the rest of the place and
suffered from the neglect a lone man would give it.  The tub was a
little grimey, she noted as she ran the water and stepped in.  The
warm water felt good on her skin.  She soaped herself up with the bar
soap there and scrubbed herself thoroughly.  She wanted to completely
wash away her earlier experience with the white teenagers from the
bus.

Her thoughts then turned to her host.  Her champion.  Even though the
notion of walking the streets naked through the actions of others
excited her, she was intelligent enough to realize how dangerous that
could be.  She knew she was fortunate to have encountered someone who
would help her rather than give her torments far worse than what she'd
already received that night.

She heard the door open and for a moment felt a twinge of excitement
thinking the man would join her.  But he only spoke from the hallway
without entering.

"The bedroom's on the left," he said.  "I layed out some clothes for
you.  It's not very feminine, but it'll cover you up."

"Thank you, sir!" she called to him.  She heard the door close and
felt her excitement replaced with a sense of disappointment.

Clean at last, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself with a
towel that clearly hadn't been washed for weeks.  She stepped into the
hall and went to the bedroom.  Sweat pants and a tee shirt were layed
out on the bed for her.  A chair near the door had a terry cloth
bathrobe on it.  She decided to put on the robe and forego the sweats
even though she knew it wasn't what he'd intended.

Shanika walked out into the living room and found Ernie sitting in the
recliner reading a magazine.  Hearing her approach he turned to look
at her.

"Oh," he said, observing the barely closed robe.  "I laid out some
stuff on the bed for you."

"I'm sorry, sir," she lied, "I thought you put the robe on the chair
for me."

"That's ok," he responded, continuing to enjoy the look of the young
black woman dressed only in his robe.  "Oh, by the way, in case you
hadn't already picked up on it, I'm Ernie.  I don't think I know your
name."

"Forgive me, sir," said Shanika.  "I should have introduced myself.
My name is Shanika."

"That's ok, Shanika," Ernie replied.  "That's a beautiful name."

Shanika blushed and cast her eyes downward.  "Thank you, sir."

"Please, Shanika," he said, "you don't have to call me sir.  Ernie,
will be fine."

"I'm sorry, sir, er, Ernie" she told him, "it's not easy for me to
call a man by his first name that way.  It seems so familiar.  I don't
feel right about it."

"Ok," he put up his hands, "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"I don't want to offend you, sir," she went on, "and not call you as
you wish to be called.  Ernie."

"Sir will be fine," Ernie said.  "Perhaps it's better that we stay on
a formal basis.  You're a beautiful young woman alone in a strange
man's apartment."

Shanika blushed again.  In spite of everything that had transpired
this night, she felt her arousal level increasing.

"Anyways," he continued.  "You'd better off in the clothes I layed out
for you.  Why don't you get dressed and I'll drive you home."

"Yes, sir," Shanika answered and turned and went down the hall.

She was disappointed that he didn't appear interested in her and she
didn't think it was her place to push it any further.  As she walked
by the bathroom she suddenly got an idea.  There was something she
could do for him.

Shanika went in and looked in the cabinet under the sink.  It was
stocked with cleaning supplies.  Likely not used in quite a while, she
thought.  She got out the necessary items and hung the robe on the
back of the door to keep it clean.

The black woman started in on cleaning the sink and then moved on to
clean out the tub.  She knelt next to the tub and leaned into it,
scrubbing the grime off, leaving it sparkling clean.  After a few
minutes she became aware of the man's presence.  She quickly turned
around and still naked on her knees looked up at him.

"I thought you were going to get dressed so I could take you home," he
said.

This time he made no effort not to enjoy the sight of the nude young
black woman on her knees on his bathroom floor.  Shanika was pleased
to notice the bulge in his pants.  He had been there for at least a
couple of minutes and was obviously enjoying the view.

"Please, sir," she said, "let me repay your generosity first.  I don't
want to offend you, but it looks like this place could stand some
cleaning.  Allow me to please you."

"Believe me, you're pleasing me right now, Shanika," he told her as he
continued to drink in the image of the naked black woman kneeling
before him.

Shanika blushed and cast her eyes down.  "Thank you, sir," she smiled.
"I'm glad that I please you."

"Don't you think you should put some clothes on?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, sir," the young black woman apologized.  "I didn't want to
mess up your clothes while I was cleaning.  I didn't mean to offend
you."

"No, no, I'm not offended," the older white man objected.  "It's not
that at all.  I just know you're about the same age as my daughter,
but at the same time I *am* a man, and it's been a while since I've
enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, so to speak.  I'm finding it
difficult to continue acting fatherly towards you."

"You are very kind, sir," Shanika said.  "I want to serve you any way
I can."

"I don't think I've ever met anyone like you before," he said.
"You're so polite and respectful.  It's refreshing, for sure, but I
don't know quite what to make of it.  Is this part of the initiation
prank, too?"

Shanika felt a little caught in her lie now.  She knew it wasn't right
for her to continue the fabrication of the initiation, but she was
afraid of how he'd react to the truth.

"No, sir," she said at last.  "I believe that people like you are
deserving of my respect and service."

"People like me?"  He was puzzled.  "Lots of people would have helped
you."

"I don't mean that, sir," Shanika said, approaching the moment of
truth.  "I mean white people."

Ernie's expression of bewilderment deepened.  "Why?"

Shanika swallowed hard.  "Because I am a nigger, sir."

"Excuse me?" he said.

"I'm a nigger," she repeated.  "I want to serve and please you, sir."

The negress felt totally embarrassed by her confession, yet still
compelled to make it.  She hadn't admitted to anyone who didn't
already suspect it before.  She looked back up into his face to try to
gauge his reaction, but it was hard to read.  She glanced down and saw
that the bulge in his pants was undiminished.  If anything it was
bigger.  She felt a small measure of relief seeing that.

"Damn," said Ernie.  He paused for a long moment, shifting
uncomfortably on his feet trying to hide his erection.  "I didn't know
there were black women like you."

"There are, sir," Shanika replied.

The colored woman could feel the increase in her heartbeat and the
familiar tingle in her pussy.  She was concerned that it might not be
her place to lead him, but at the same time she felt certain that he
wanted her and just needed a little help to be comfortable.

Without breaking eye contact with the white man she clasped her hands
behind her head and rose up slightly until she was standing on her
knees.

"Please allow this nigger to serve you, sir," she asked.

Shanika saw the lust in the white man's eyes as he stood, mesmerized
by the sight of her submissive display, before she respectfully cast
her eyes downward.  She could hear her heart beating and she could
clearly detect the smell of her own scent.  After what seemed an
eternity, she heard him step towards her and she could see his sock
clad feet on the floor in front of her where she knelt.

"All right," he said at last, "serve me."

The black girl let her arms down and looked up into the white man's
face and smiled at him.

"Thank you, sir," she said warmly.  "You honor this nigger."

Shanika turned her attention to the task at hand and reached up and
undid Ernie's belt.  Next she unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the
fly.  His erection sprung out when she lowered his pants and shorts
together down past his knees.

The black woman looked back up at him as she grasped his cock with
both hands and smiled again.  She squeezed the shaft with one hand and
caressed his balls with the other.  She felt him shudder as she slowly
but firmly started stroking him.  Looking back down she could see the
pre-cum on the tip of his dick and leaned forward to kiss it two or
three times before leaning back and looking up at him again.  A long
strand reached from his cock head to her lip.  His eyes were glazed
and his mouth was slightly open, clearly enjoying himself.

Shanika smiled again and moved to slip his cock between her lips and
gently sucked him for a bit before starting to bob her head in
earnest.  She heard him moan with pleasure.  She slowed the pace while
increasing how much of him she took into her mouth, which elicited
another moan from him.

The negro girl kept it up until her jaw began to ache at which point
she let him slip out of her lips and began to lick his cock and balls.
She felt his hand gently stroking her hair and she looked up at him.

"I can't keep standing here, girl," he said softly, almost
apologetically.

"I's sorry, suh," Shanika said, feeling a slight thrill at hearing him
call her 'girl'.  "You kin use dis nigga how you like.  You jus' tell
me how you want me, an' I do it."

"In the bedroom," said Ernie, slightly breathlessly.

"Yes, suh," she said, rising to her feet.

The white man stepped out of his pants and walked to the bedroom, the
negress right behind him.  His hard on bounced with each step.  He lay
on his back on the bed, she climbed in after him.

"You wants dis nigga keep suckin' yo' cock, suh?" she asked.  "Or
maybe you wants to use my coochie now."

"Yeah," he said, looking at her smiling face.  "Gimme that coochie,
girl."

"Mmmm, yes, suh!" she said happily.

Seeing that he made no move and was still on his back, Shanika climbed
on top, straddling him.  She reached down and grabbed his cock and
guided it into her pussy.  The colored girl was so wet the white man's
cock slid right in.  She lowered herself down on him, taking his
entire length inside her.

"Ah..." he murmured.  "Damn, that feels good, girl.  It's been so
long..."

"I's glad dis nigga pleases you, suh," she told him as she continued
to slowly fuck him.  "You jus' relax an' enjoys yo' se'f.  Yo' nigga
gon' take real good care o' you."

Shanika could feel the white man's hips bucking back at her as she
continued to ride him.  Her breasts shook with every stroke.  He
bucked harder.  She stroked faster, squeezing his cock with her
vaginal muscles.  She saw the slight change of expression in his face
and knew he was close.

"You like usin' yo' nigga, suh?" she panted, her sweat dripping onto
him.  "You like usin' her nigga coochie?"

"Yeah," he gasped.  "Oh, yeah..."

"Dat's it, massa," she cooed in a husky voice, "use yo' nigga.  Use
me, massa."

"Oh, fuck!" the white man cried.  "Fuck!"  He looked right into her
eyes as he filled her pussy with his hot sperm.  "You fuckin' nigger!
Oh, fuck!"

"Oh, massa!" exclaimed the colored woman, smiling broadly, "you
cummin' in yo' nigga!  Dat's right!  Give me yo' cum.  I needs yo'
cum, massa!"

"Ahhh..." he sighed, closing his eyes, and started to relax.

"Thank you fo' usin' yo' nigga, massa," Shanika said, still squatting
over him.  "Thank you fo' cummin' in my coochie."  She smiled down at
him.  "Kin dis nigga get up and have the honor o' cleanin' yo' cock
off?"

Ernie opened his eyes again and looked into the negress's expectant
face.

"Yeah," he said quietly.  "I'd love that."

Shanika dismounted the white man, his cock slipping out of her pussy.
Lowering her face to his dick, she began to gently lick the
combination of semen and pussy juice off of it.  She kissed the tip a
couple of times when she was finished with the task and turned towards
him to see what else he desired from her.  He held his arms out to her
and she lay next to him, resting her head on his chest.

"Dis nigga thanks you fo' the honor o' cleanin' yo' cock off, massa,"
she said softly.

"That was incredible, girl," he said.  "I know I've never run across a
girl like you.  I've always had fantasies about black girls, but damn!
I never considered the possibilities."

"Thank you, suh," she said softly.  "I's glad I please you."

"Oh, you please me all right," Ernie replied with a smile.  "It's
going to be hard having to take you home."

"You ain't gotta take me home, suh," Shanika stated.  "I stay here
wit' you if'n you want me to."

"Don't you have classes or something in the morning?" he asked.

Shanika realized she couldn't go on with deceiving him.

"I need to beg you to forgive me, sir," she said, looking away from
him, slipping out of the plantation slave persona.  "What happened to
me earlier wasn't part of an initiation or anything like that."

"It wasn't?" he asked, surprised.

"No, sir," the colored girl continued.  "I met some young white people
on my way home.  One of them recognized me.  He told me to come with
him and his friends and serve them.  I did like they said."

"I don't understand," Ernie responded.  "How did that end up with you
wandering the street naked?"

"They wanted to use me," Shanika told him.  "They had me strip for
them.  They used me.  They locked me out of where my clothes was when
they was done with me."

"I still don't get it," he said.  "Did they threaten you?"

"No, sir," she went on, looking away from him.  "I just had to do what
they said.  Even though they were young, they were still white.  I'm a
nigger so I got to do what they say."

"Wow," he exhaled.  "You take this very seriously."

"Yes, sir," Shanika agreed.  "I learned to love serving and pleasing
white people.  I feel it's my place."

"So you liked what they did to you?" he was incredulous.

"Yes, sir, in a way," she said.  "They hurt me.  I was scared.  But I
still wanted it.  It's hard to explain, sir."

"Damn, girl," Ernie said after a long pause, "you *are* a nigger."

Shanika felt an electric thrill run through her body hearing him say
it.  She had calmed down from having sex with the white man, but she
could feel herself heating up again.

"Dat's right, suh," she said, her voice lowered slightly with lust.
"I's a nigga.  I wants to serve you."

She could see his once flaccid cock begin to stiffen again and turned
her head to watch for a few seconds.  She turned back to the white
man.

"Kin dis nigga touch yo' cock, massa?" she asked.  "I be honored if'n
you say yes."

"Fuck." he said.  "I can't believe you're getting another rise out of
me, girl.  But, please, go ahead!"

Shanika wrapped her hand around the white man's cock and squeezed it.

"You ain't gots to say please wit' me, suh," she said, her voice
positively sultry now.  "You just gots to say 'do it, nigga', k?"

"You want me to call you nigger?" he asked, his voice cracking as the
negro woman continued to masturbate him.

"Yes, massa," she went on, stroking him slowly.  "I's a nigga.  I be
honored if'n you call me what I is.  Please, massa."

"Ok, nigger," he said, his arousal mounting.  "If that's what you
want."

"Yes, suh, it is," she told him plainly.  "You like what I's doin',
massa?  Do it feel good fo' you?"

"Yeah," he murmured.

"What you want me to do, massa?" she asked.  "I do anythin' you want.
I suck yo' cock.  You kin fuck my coochie.  You kin fuck my ass.  I do
what you want.  You jus' gots to tell me."

"I like what you're doin' now just fine, girl," he said contentedly.

"Then, tha's what I be doin', suh," she said, jacking him off faster.

"Ohhh..." he sighed, letting the pleasure he felt wash over him.

"You likes havin' yo' nigga girl dis way?" she cooed.  "You likes
havin' her hands on you?"

"Uh huh," he uttered.

"I want to suck you, massa," she stated.  "Kin I?  Please?"

"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed.  "Yes!  Do it!"

Shanika quickly repositioned herself to take his cock into her mouth
without letting go of it with her hand.  She lowered her head over
him, his dick slipping between her thick lips.  The colored woman let
her tongue swirl around over the tip.  She could taste the pre-cum.
Her hand kept working his shaft.  The white man moaned with pleasure.

The negro girl could tell he was getting close again.  She gave him
short strokes at the base of his cock while she bobbed her head over
the rest of it, slurping wetly and noisily.  At last she was rewarded
as she felt him release in her mouth.  She swallowed it all greedily,
not a drop escaped.

"Ohhh..." he gasped and tensed for a second or two and then relaxed.

Shanika held the white man's cock in her mouth until she felt it
soften completely.  She let it slip from between her lips and licked
it completely, finally kissing the tip before returning to lying
snugly against his side.

"Thank you, suh," she said softly.  "Dis nigga 'preciates you lettin'
her suck you dat way.  And thank you fo' yo' cum, massa."

"It was my pleasure, nigger," he said, hoping to make her happy.

The black girl experienced another warm tingle in her pussy hearing
him say it and snuggled closer to him.  They lay that way for several
minutes before Ernie finally spoke.

"I can't believe the life you breathed into me, girl," he said.  "You
are amazing."

"Thank you, sir," Shanika blushed.

"You know, we could go fetch your things now," he went on.  "Why don't
you get into those sweats I layed out for you and we'll go do that."

The black woman thought about protesting that he didn't have to do
that for her.  But she could tell that he really wanted to help her
that way.  She recognized the fact that it wasn't her place to object.
"Yes, sir," she said.  "I'd surely appreciate that."

"Ok, then," he said, sitting up.

Shanika climbed out of the bed and found the sweat pants and tee shirt
where they'd fallen onto the floor.  She put them on as Ernie went
back to the bathroom to fetch his pants from where he'd left them.

She went out into the living room to find him already dressed and
waiting for her.

"See if you can fit into my daughter's sandals there in the closet,"
he instructed her.

The black woman slipped into the slightly too small sandals and
followed the older white man into the hall.  The ride down and the
walk to the alley was uneventful and they proceeded in silence.

"It was down there," Shanika said, indicating the alley.

"Alright, let's go see," replied Ernie.

They picked their way through the dark arriving at the boarded up
door.

"In here, sir," she said, once again trying the door without success.

"Let me," said the white man.

Ernie also found the door stuck.  He reared back, lifted his boot clad
foot and kicked the door.  It flew open.  The smell of sex and urine
greeted them along with the faint odor of rotting garbage and stale
cigarette smoke.  He took a flashlight out of his jacket pocket and
turned it on, flashing it around the room.

"Whew!" he exclaimed.  "I thought this place was getting renovated,
but not like this.  What a stench!  What a mess!"

Shanika saw the pull string for the light and gave it a tug.  Suddenly
the squalid scene was illuminated.  She saw her clothes on the floor
where she'd left them.  She also saw the mattress with two big wet
spots on them.

"So this is where those punks used you?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," she replied, blushing.

She felt shamed showing this man the place of her degradation.  But
she could tell she was getting aroused as she relived some of it in
her mind.

"It stinks in here.  What did they do?" he asked.

"I had to suck one off," she recounted.  "Another used my ass.  The
third used my coochie while his girlfriend watched.  Then she made me
lick her pussy.  After that she peed on my face, sir."

"Fuck," he said.  "So you'd do anything they said?"

"Yes, sir," Shanika admitted, her face hot.

"And you'd do anything I said?" he asked.

"Yes, suh," she said a hopeful sound in her voice.

"Get naked, nigger," he ordered.  "Get on that stinkin' mattress and
put your fat black ass in the air.  I'll be right back and I expect to
find you like I just said."

"Right away, suh!" said the negro woman.

She undressed as Ernie pushed the door back into the door frame.  The
part where the latch plate belonged was in splinters so the door
didn't stay all the way closed.  Naked, Shanika knelt on the mattress
and bent over, her ass in the air.  She waited in that exposed
position until he returned.  She heard the sound of him unzipping his
fly.  Her pussy grew wetter.

"Open those legs more, nigger," he barked.

"Yes, suh!" she said and quickly complied.

Shanika could feel a cool draft on her wet pussy, now completely
exposed to the white man at his command.  She couldn't believe it was
the same man who had kindly helped her out of her predicament a few
hours earlier.

"So you like to be used?" he asked.  "Is that it?"

"Yes, suh," she answered meekly.  "Dis nigga needs to be used."

"Ah," he said.  "You *need* to be used..."

She suddenly felt his weight on the mattress behind her and his hard
dick at her cunt hole.  He jammed it in and immediately began pumping
her furiously.  Her pussy was on fire.  She was prepared to be fucked
and had been expecting it since he ordered her into this demeaning
"presenting" position.  The ferocity of it took her completely by
surprise.

"Oh!" she gasped.

She could hear his pelvis slapping her fat black ass like slow
clapping.  She could feel each thrust like a blow.  She was very aware
of her breasts shaking, almost painfully, in response to each stroke.
The evenings activities had left her horny and unfulfilled, but still
easily rearoused.  She was warmed up already and could feel her climax
starting to build.

The white man fucked her relentlessly.  Her well used cunt was swollen
and sore.  At one level she felt pain in her tender pussy as his cock
slammed in and out of her.  But on another level it was pure pleasure.
Somehow she knew she'd get her release this time.

"Is this the kind of use you want?" he said, the exertion audible in
his voice as he continued to pound into her.  "This how a nigger
should be used?"

"Yes, massa," she said breathlessly.  "Use yo' nigga dis way!  You
usin' yo' nigga good now, massa."

She could feel his balls hitting her in the crotch as each stroke
drove the full length of his cock deep into her cunt.  She lowered
herself until she was resting on her elbows instead of her hands to
brace herself against being pushed forward by the impact.  She felt so
close.

"Massa!" she cried out.  "Kin dis nigga cum now?  Kin dis nigga cum
for you?"

"No!" he answered.  "Take some more first!"

He bucked into her even more forcefully.  She was having trouble
holding back, but she desperately wanted to obey him.

"Please, massa!" she begged.  "Oh, please, massa.  Let yo' nigga cum.
Let me cum fo' you!"

"Cum, nigger," grunted the white man.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she gasped with each thrust.  She could feel her pussy
getting slick with her own cum.  "Oh, massa!  Oh, massa!"

"Fuck!" he exclaimed.  "Take it, you fuckin' nigger bitch.  Take it
all!"

Shanika felt him push into her so hard she almost fell forward.  She
could feel the warmth of his sperm being released into her.  Her pussy
continued to spasm and almost involuntarily milked the last of the
semen from the white man's dick.

Her heart was pounding in her ears as wave after wave of her orgasm
washed over her.  She was completely unaware of her surroundings, only
the pleasure emanating from her crotch.  After a few minutes she felt
him withdraw from her but she remained bent over, ass in the air,
pussy leaking cum, her face resting on the filthy mattress.  She felt
thoroughly and completely used.  Her sore pussy was radiating heat.

"Massa," she said shakily, "Oh, Massa.  You too good to yo' nigga."

"You're not through yet, girl," he told her.  "Turn around and take
care of business."

Shanika rose to her hands and knees and turned herself to face him.
He stood, his slick wet cock hanging between his legs.

"Kin I, massa?" she asked.

"You better," he replied.

She leaned forward and rubbed her face on his sticky wet cock.  She
looked up at him for approval.  She saw his expression soften slightly
and she leaned forward again and licked it clean.  She kissed the tip.
She started to lean back onto her knees and stopped.

She was overwhelmed by the power of the orgasm she'd experienced and
the way this kindly white man had delivered it to her so forcefully.

The colored woman lowered herself down to where her face was over his
boot tops and kissed each one.  Hearing no objection from him she
began to lick them with broad strokes of her tongue.  She felt
compelled to completely debase herself before him.  He stood silently
for a minute or two while she continued her show of devotion.

"That's enough, girl," he said softly.  "Get up on your knees."

Ernie pulled up his pants as she clumsily pushed herself back up and
stood on her knees.  She looked up at him, her brown eyes wide and
wet.

"Thank you, sir," she said.  "Thank you for usin' your nigger this
way.  Thank you for makin' your nigger cum so good.  Thank you,
massa."

He reached down to touch her hair, but she leaned forward and licked
his hand then kissed it.  He paused briefly and then lay his hand on
her head, gently stroking her hair.

"It's my pleasure, Shanika," he said.  "You're a good nigger and you
deserved it.  Now get dressed in your own clothes.  I'm taking you
home."

The black woman put on her office clothes and felt totally out of
place in them.  Naked in her previous position, that was her place.
She had no doubt.  She picked up the sweat pants and tee shirt he'd
lent her and they headed for the door.  Ernie pulled the string and
turned off the light.

They pushed out the door and stepped into the alley.  Together they
walked back out of the alley and onto the street.  After another
block, Ernie pulled his car keys out of his pocket.

"This one's mine," he said.  He walked around to the driver door and
turned the lock, popping them all open at once.  "Hop in."

Ernie opened the driver door and got in.  Shanika sat in the passenger
seat.  The white man started the engine and pulled out onto the
street.

"So where are we going?" he asked.  Shanika told him where her
apartment was and off they went.

"Thank you so much for helping me tonight, sir," she said.  Shanika
lowered her voice.  "And thank you for using me the way a nigger needs
to be used."

"It was my pleasure, girl," he replied.  "You didn't know what you
stumbled into when you ran across me.  I have some, well, pent up
fantasies along these lines.  This is the first time I ever got to act
upon them.  So it truly was my pleasure."

They arrived at Shanika's building and she looked over at Ernie.
"Forgive me if this isn't my place, massa," she said and leaned across
the front seat and kissed him on the cheek.

"It's your place, girl," he said and turned and kissed the black woman
on the lips.  Shanika blushed.

She took a piece of paper out of her pocket and wrote on it.

"Here's my number, massa," she said.  "I would be honored if you would
call me.  I want to serve and please you."

"I'll call, nigger girl," he said, smiling.  "Believe me, I'll call."

Shanika handed him the paper and gave him another kiss.  Then she
opened the car door, got out and walked to the front door of her
building.  She let herself in and the door closed behind her.  She
turned and looked out the window to see Ernie putting the car in gear
and driving off.

The black woman let herself into her apartment and saw how late it
was.  She undressed and got into her bed and was quickly asleep.
She'd had quite a busy day.



  
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