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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
The reality of the situation hadn't yet completely sunken in for Natalie. She had spent decades trying to make a name for herself as an actress. She'd gotten no closer than a few roles as incidental characters and even for those she'd had to do things she wasn't proud of.
Then there were the years devoted to getting Danessa's acting career started. Natalie had more success with that endeavor, actually landing a role for her daughter as a regular on a TV sitcom. That, too, had come at no small price and then ended badly.
Natalie had begun to give up hope for Danessa's chances just as she'd given up on her own years before. Then the opportunity for movie roles for both of them had literally dropped into her lap. Once again, the middle aged black woman had to swallow her pride and perform shameful acts in an effort to make her dream real.
Film producer Roger Gray had a story he wanted to tell on the big screen. "Savannah", the story of a young teenaged negro slave and her mother at the time of the Civil War, seemed less focused on historical drama than it did on sexual servitude and humiliation. However, it was a chance for Natalie and Danessa to act again.
And, act they did. Together, Natalie and Danessa had submitted to Roger Gray's will. They performed as his virtual sex slaves during the weeks leading up to this moment. Nothing, it seemed, was too perverted for the white man. He'd had his way with mother and daughter, separately and together. He'd shared them both with his daughter Laura.
Natalie, Danessa, and her cousin Rolonda had even been lent out to a wealthy white woman with money to invest in the project as well as a taste for dominating negroes. Carol Goodrich had used them all quite thoroughly leaving the aspiring actresses degraded and humiliated.
But now, she'd done it. Natalie was walking down the steps from the cramped apartment she shared with Danessa on her way to sign the contracts that would launch both of their film careers. Soon, the scraping by, the hand to mouth existence, would be a memory.
As she stepped out onto the sidewalk, Natalie saw the sleek black stretch limousine parked by the curb. Mister Gray and his adopted daughter, Jennifer, were just ahead of her. Danessa was coming down the steps behind her.
Natalie's face flushed hot when she saw the black chauffer climbing out of the limo. Henry smiled and winked at her as he made his way to open the door for his employer.
It had only been yesterday when Mister Gray had ordered Natalie to bend over the hood of the car, naked in the parking garage, and offer her body up for the chauffer's pleasure. It had been a penance for snapping off at Henry that had put her firmly in her place.
Henry openly leered at her while Mister Gray and Jennifer climbed in the back of the limousine. Natalie was careful to bite her tongue. She didn't want to earn another lesson in respecting the white man's servants.
Danessa was right behind her and couldn't help but notice the look Henry gave Natalie as she got into the car. The teenager also couldn't help remembering how her mother had looked kneeling naked on her knees with the black chauffer's cock in her mouth while Mister Gray and Laura looked on.
That particular memory made Danessa's pussy tingle. Seeing Natalie dominated and humiliated had given the girl a shameful thrill. She knew it was wrong to take pleasure at the sight of her mother's degradation, but there wasn't anything she could do about it.
As she slid across the seat next to Natalie, Danessa felt her skirt ride up. Her mother had laid out the school uniform that Mister Gray liked to see her wearing, so she'd put it on for the ride to their agent's office. She was, however, wearing nothing else so the white man got a good look at her naked pussy.
"No, panties, eh?" smiled Mister Gray. "Good girl! You do know how to make a man happy!"
"Thank you, suh," blushed Danessa, fighting the urge to close her legs. "Mama ain't put no panties out fo' me, so I figgered she ain't want me wearin' none fo' you."
"Your mama is a clever nigger, Nessa," said Mister Gray. "Seeing a sweet colored girl's private parts brings me much pleasure."
"Dey ain't private from you, suh," replied Danessa shyly. "Dat's what Mama says. She says my stuff is fo' pleasin' white men... an' ladies if'n dat's what dey like."
Both Danessa and Natalie noticed the growing bulge in the white man's trousers. Clearly, Mister Gray was enjoying himself.
"We here, Daddy," Jennifer spoke up.
They all looked out the window as the limousine pulled over to the curb. They had parked in front of pawn shop. Henry came around and opened the door for them.
"Here?" asked Mister Gray.
"Upstairs," replied Jennifer. "In da bail bonds office."
The second story window was marked "Ace Bail Bond". They all got out of the car and found the door to the stairs. Danessa led the way knowing that Mister Gray enjoyed watching her climb the stairs ahead of him. She could feel the cool air wafting over her damp exposed pussy.
The bail bond office consisted of several gray metal desks and old wooden office chairs that looked like they dated from the nineteen fifties. Since it was the weekend, the office was empty except for a middle aged white man sitting at a desk.
"Mister Gray," said the man, rising from his chair and offering the producer his hand. "Don Kincaid. I'm glad to finally meet you."
"Thanks, Don," replied Mister Gray, looking around. "I like the office. It's right out of a film noir detective movie."
"Uh..., thanks," said Donald. "I've been talking with a woman from your office... Jennifer."
"That would be me," Jennifer spoke up. "I'm Mister Gray's business manager."
Danessa was again impressed with the way Jennifer shifted gears from uneducated servant to business woman without dropping a beat.
"Oh...," replied Donald. "And here I thought you were Rolonda, Danessa's cousin..."
"No," said Jennifer simply. "You received the contracts I faxed?"
"Yes...," Donald told her. "Everything seems in order."
Natalie struggled to contain her excitement. She wanted to stay cool and professional, but this would be her first film contract. It was the culmination of a life long dream.
"Where do I sign?" asked Natalie.
"Right here, Mrs. Summers," said Donald. "There's another one for Danessa."
Natalie signed the contract while Donald produced Danessa's. The teenager signed hers.
"Excellent," said Mister Gray. "We're set to begin filming on Monday. One more thing, Don. We're going to be needing a lot of extras for a scene... If you have any clients who'd be interested, we're looking for negro women and men to be in the slave auction scene. They'll be appearing nude, so make sure they understand that."
"I can make some calls," replied Donald. "Any particular ages or looks?"
"Variety is what I want," Mister Gray informed him. "Young, old, different sizes... I want this to be authentic. I don't want fashion models, just everyday negroes. Like Nattie here." He turned to Natalie. "Strip, girl. I want to show him what I mean."
Natalie was shocked at the request. She'd signed her first film contract less than sixty seconds earlier, but she was still subject to the same humiliations she'd suffered in order to get it. Perhaps things weren't so different after all.
"Yes, sir," said Natalie.
Jennifer stepped behind her and unzipped her dress. Natalie pulled it off and stood there in her underwear. Donald looked on, slack jawed. Danessa felt her pussy tingling again as she watched her mother suffer yet another indignity.
"See, the sexual tension in the scene is enhanced by using regular looking women," explained Mister Gray. "Porn actresses just wouldn't do it."
Natalie stood still while Jennifer unclasped her bra for her. Now bare breasted, the older negress took her panties down, revealing her shaved pussy. Her agent couldn't take his eyes off of her, his erection tenting his trousers.
"Display, Nattie," instructed Mister Gray.
Her face burning, Natalie assumed the display position. She stood with her feet apart and her hands behind her head. She was completely naked and exposed under the gaze of the two white men in the deserted office.
"Now, that's erotic," smiled Mister Gray. "Look at her. An everyday colored lady stripped naked and forced to display her body. Her embarrassment is palpable. The audience will feel it far more than they would with some boob jobbed porn star. They'll also believe her reactions. Look at her nipples... Hard. She likes the attention but hates it that we notice."
Natalie's face burned with shame. Mister Gray spoke the truth. Her nipples were hard and she could feel the excitement inside her. She could see that both white men were aroused at the sight of her naked body and it felt good.
"The give away is the genitals," Mister Gray continued. "Put your hand between her legs, Don. Feel the heat. I bet she's wet."
"Uh...," stammered Donald. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Of course it is," replied Mister Gray. "Tell him it's okay, Nattie."
"It's okay..., sir," spoke Natalie, humiliated. "You kin do like you want."
Donald tentatively reached his hand between Natalie's open thighs. Her legs trembled when she felt him brush against her pussy.
"Tell him why, Nattie," ordered Mister Gray. "Tell him why it's okay."
Natalie swallowed hard. The admission was even more humiliating than the act.
"'cause I's a nigga, boss," said Natalie softly. "I's a nigga an' you is a white man. So you kin do like you want wit' me."
"Fuck," breathed Donald as he stroked Natalie's pussy.
"I'll bet you didn't know how hot Nattie was," Mister Gray said conversationally. "All these coloreds are, Don. That's why the auction scene is going to be so hot. Think of all that naked negro flesh. All available to be bought and enjoyed. It's incredibly erotic when you think about it."
"Yeah," agreed Donald. "I see what you mean."
Natalie found herself humping against the agent's hand and quickly stopped, embarrassed. She could see how red Donald's face was and the outline of his hard cock was visible through his pants. Having her body used for demonstration purposes and being talked about as if she weren't there was degrading. However, all she felt right now was sexual excitement.
"Well, we've got to get going, Don," said Mister Gray. "But, I don't want to leave you like this. If you need a little relief, Nattie can take care of you. Maybe a quick blow job or something?"
Being made to strip and display herself was shocking enough, but Natalie couldn't believe that Mister Gray was offering her services as if he owned her. Danessa was surprised, too, but also turned on even further by it.
"Right here?" asked Donald.
"I don't need to watch," laughed Mister Gray. "Take her someplace private if you want."
"Well, there's the men's room...," said Donald.
"Good," replied Mister Gray. "We'll wait. Nattie's got a lot of talent. It won't take long."
Donald led the way to the men's room with Natalie walking along behind him. Being naked in the presence of fully clothed men in the deserted office was as exciting as it was embarrassing for the negress. However, she knew she wouldn't be getting any relief any time soon.
The men's room was dimly lit with a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The wastebasket by the door was overflowing with paper towels. There were two sinks on the wall next to a urinal. In the back was a toilet stall. Knowing that she'd have to perform sexually in this dingy bathroom made Natalie feel like a whore.
"I heard stories about you and what you'd do to get a part," said Donald once the door closed behind them. "But you've got this one now."
It was true, thought Natalie. She got the part and the contract. But, she knew that things could change in a hurry. And, degrading though it may be, she could tell that Mister Gray found her desirable. He was sharing her with Donald in that spirit and she wasn't about to let him down.
"That don't matter none, sir," replied Natalie, sinking to her knees in front of the urinal. "I ain't gonna let no white man git worked up over me an' not git satisfied. Ain't you wanna use my mouf, Mista Kincaid?"
"Hell, yeah!" said Donald.
"Well, den," Natalie smiled up at him. "Let dis nigga git yo' dick out an' git to work on it."
Natalie unbuckled Donald's belt and unzipped his fly. She pulled down his pants and shorts and was greeted by the white man's thick stubby member. Pre cum was already leaking out of the tip.
Wrapping her hand around the base of Donald's dick, Natalie leaned forward and took it into her mouth and began slurping on it. She reached her free hand under his balls and gently fondled them. It wasn't long before she could feel them twitching. It wouldn't be long now, she thought.
Suddenly, the door burst open. Natalie, startled, looked to see who it was. A short white man with black hair, a mustache, and a couple days of beard growth walked into the men's room.
"Oh, shit..." said the man. "Sorry about this, Kincaid. I really gotta go."
The newcomer quickly stepped into the toilet stall and noisily relieved himself. Natalie remained kneeling naked on the men's room floor with Donald's softening cock in her hand. Being discovered in such a compromising position by this stranger was more than embarrassing. Degrading as the act was, at least she thought they were alone.
"Hey, what's the idea of hornin' in on my gig, dude?" the man continued as his bladder emptied. "If some hooker needs a friend bailed out she should be suckin' my dick not yours!"
"She's a client...," replied Donald. "What the hell are you doing here, Jake?"
Jake flushed the toilet and stepped out of the stall, still zipping up his jeans. His eyes roamed over the naked negro woman's exposed body. Natalie turned her head away from him, ashamed. She realized that she must look like some prostitute servicing a john.
"A client?" leered Jake. "Black hookers are more my line, man."
"She's not a hooker," Donald insisted. "Just a grateful client."
"I should have clients so grateful!" exclaimed Jake. "Sorry, but I ain't got time to hang around. I gotta head down to the precinct house. Duty calls."
Jake washed his hands and pulled the door open. As suddenly as he'd arrived, he was gone.
"Sorry about that," said Donald. "I usually have the office to myself on Sundays."
"It's okay, Mista Kincaid," replied Natalie, her face still burning with humiliation. "It ain't yo' fault. You still want to use my mouf?"
"Yeah," agreed Donald. "I sure would... The wife doesn't like oral, so I won't turn it down. I just gotta take a quick leak, okay?"
"Yes, sir," said Natalie.
Without pulling his pants up, Donald turned to face the urinal. After a few seconds Natalie could hear the splashing sound as the white man relieved himself. When the stream subsided, he shook it off and flushed.
Donald turned back to face the kneeling negro, his dick hanging right in her face. Natalie put her hand on his balls and went back to fondling them. His dick quickly hardened and she wrapped her hand around the base of the shaft. She tried to focus on the task at hand, but all she could think of was how he was going to use her the way he'd just used the urinal. It was extremely degrading.
Sucking Donald's dick into her mouth, Natalie began bobbing her head up and down on it. At the same time, she stroked the base of the shaft with her hand. He moaned with pleasure and she knew he was close to the point of no return. She let his cock slip out of her mouth and looked at him, smiling, while still vigorously jerking him off.
"Do you wanna cum in my mouf, sir?" she asked sweetly. "Or do you wanna cum in my face?"
Donald looked down on her, his face red.
"Damn, Nattie...," he gasped. "You're fuckin' hot..."
"Thank you, sir," she smiled, her hand stroking his shaft. "Mouf or face, sir? I's gonna take it how you want it, Mista Kincaid. Jus' fo' you, sir."
"Face...," groaned Donald, his balls twitching.
"Yes, sir," grinned Natalie. "Cum in my face, sir. Shoot yo' load all over my nigga face. Dat's what I's fo', boss. I's jus' a nigga cum dump fo' da white man."
"Oh, fuck!" cried Donald.
A hot blast of semen shot out from Donald's dick as he ejaculated in the negress's face. The first one hit her in the forehead and the second in her hair. Natalie kept milking more of the white man's seed out, directing it onto her cheeks and lips. Clearly, he'd been saving it up for some time. Her face was coated with the thick white liquid.
Once his orgasm had subsided, Natalie licked the cum off the tip of Donald's cock. He pulled up his pants and tucked in his shirt.
"You're nasty, Nattie," he said at last. "I don't remember the last time I came so hard. I thought I wouldn't be able to get it back after Jake came in here. You're just so fuckin' hot!"
"Thank you, sir," smiled Natalie, semen dripping off her face. "I's glad I kin please you."
Natalie got to her feet and walked to the door.
"Aren't you going to wash your face?" asked Donald.
"I want Mista Gray to see what a good nigga I is," replied Natalie. "'sides, I ain't mind wearin' no white man's cum on my face."
Donald followed Natalie out of the men's room and back to the desk where Mister Gray, Jennifer, and Danessa were waiting.
"I see you got past the interruption," chuckled Mister Gray. "I almost stopped that guy from going in the men's room, but he seemed to be in quite a hurry."
"Yeah, I wasn't expecting Jake," said Donald. "But, Nattie was too good to let that ruin it."
"Yes, she's a good nigger," Mister Gray said. "Always does her best to please."
Danessa glanced at Natalie and was surprised to see her blush under the coating of sperm. Seeing her mother in such a degraded state had the teenager squeezing her thighs together in surreptitious masturbation. She was instantly ashamed of herself, but didn't stop.
"Get dressed, Nattie," instructed Mister Gray. "I must say you look good with a load of cum on your face."
"Thank you, sir," replied Natalie, embarrassed at having attention called to it.
The two white men sat silently and watched Natalie dress, much to her chagrin. Danessa also watched her out of the corner of her eye, not wanting her mother to see how much she was enjoying her embarrassment.
The cum that hadn't already dripped off Natalie's face was starting to dry and she was careful not to disturb it, knowing that it pleased Mister Gray to see this evidence of her recent use. When she was finished dressing, the film producer rose.
"We're done here," announced Mister Gray. "It's a pleasure doing business with you, Donald. I hope you drop by the set to see how things are going. We'll be starting shooting tomorrow."
"The pleasure was all mine, Roger," replied Donald, glancing at Natalie's cum streaked face. "I'm sure I'll be stopping by to see how Nattie and Nessa are doing."
"Excellent!" said Mister Gray.
They all headed down the stairs and back out onto the sidewalk. Natalie kept her head bowed, hoping that passersby wouldn't notice dried semen on her face.
Henry was right there holding the door for them to climb back into the limousine. Natalie's shame wasn't lost on the chauffer, and his grin widened when he saw the tell tale signs of having taken a load of cum on her face.
"Lookin' good, Nattie!" leered Henry. "Jus' like a good nigga girl should!"
Natalie turned her head away from him and quickly got in the car. Henry shut the door behind her and soon they were headed down the boulevard to the cramped one bedroom walk up apartment.
They arrived back in front of the used clothing store where Danessa and Natalie lived. Donald's sperm was completely dried on the negress's face. Henry opened the door and mother and daughter climbed out. Once again, he grinned at her and the remaining traces of her recent degradation.
"I'll send a car for you in the morning," said Mister Gray. "We start shooting early, so be ready by seven."
"Yes, sir," replied Natalie. "We be ready then."
"See you then," Mister Gray called back.
Henry closed the door, took one more leering look at Natalie and Danessa, and got back behind the wheel. The limousine pulled away and disappeared down the boulevard.
Silently, Natalie and Danessa trudged back up the stairs to their apartment. Back inside, everything looked the same as before.
"I thought we ain't gonna have to do nasty shit fo' Mista Gray no more now that we signed that contract," said Danessa.
"That ain't gonna change," replied Natalie. "We still gots to do like he say. What we 's gonna hafta do in that movie 's gonna be worse 'n what he be makin' us do so far. You jus' gonna hafta git used to it, girl."
Danessa knew that Natalie was right. The script was as nasty as anything Mister Gray had made them do so far. Carol Goodrich had done worse, but at least that had been in private. Starting tomorrow their humiliation would be public. They'd be performing in front of strangers and be recorded on film for yet more strangers to see. The scope of their degradation was only now beginning to dawn on her.
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