Shanika at the Plantation Club Chapter 8

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Shanika at the Plantation Club Chapter 8Chapter 8 – The First TimeShanika’s new owner tugged on her chain. “Let’s go, girl,” he said and led her away towards the main house.Shanika had never entered the main house other than by the service door until this time. Right in through the main entrance and into the lobby the white man pulled her along. He brought her right up to the front desk.Shanika saw that Debbie, the petite young white girl, was behind the counter. She was dressed in a grey jacket with a white blouse. She was wearing bright red lipstick, her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail with a scrunchie. She took a condescending look at the black slave girl as she shuffled behind her master with her chains rattling. Shanika felt totally out of place in these surroundings as she stood there nude, shorn, no makeup whatsoever: a naked b**st standing amongst the well dressed guests in a luxury hotel. Her cheeks burned with shame”May I help you?” Debbie asked, smiling broadly, her blue eyes sparkling as she turned to the white man.”Yes, I have a reservation for Howard. A suite,” he replied.”209,” said Debbie. “Your wife already checked in.” Debbie glanced at Shanika again and winked at her.”Thanks,” he said.He led Shanika to the broad staircase that went up from the lobby to second floor suites. She struggled a little on the carpeted stairs with her ankles chained together. He knocked on the door of suite 209.A short brunette haired woman opened the door and let him in. He tugged Shanika in after him and closed the door.”Is Brian here, Cheryl?” he asked.”No,” replied his wife. “I wanted to wait to see what you came up with before I got him. I’m still not sure this a good idea, Matt.””Believe me, hon, it’s for the best,” said Matt. “He’s of an age now that he’ll just get into trouble. This way his curiosity is satisfied with no angry phone calls from some girl’s father.””I don’t know…” Cheryl looked the chained negro slave girl over. “Isn’t she a little old? Couldn’t you get one that was closer to Brian’s age?””There was this one girl they said was eighteen,” he replied, “She would have been perfect. I just wasn’t ready to spend 650 for her. This suite is already costing us plenty. I even had to pay 450 for this nigger here!”Cheryl still hadn’t taken her eyes off of Shanika, who stood by humbly in her chains, listening to them discuss her purchase price and how she wasn’t his first choice.”How old are you, girl?” she asked naked black slave.”Twenty eight, ma’am,” Shanika replied without taking her eyes off the floor.”Well, that’s not too bad,” said Cheryl. “At least she’s younger than we are.””Go ahead and fetch Brian now,” Matt instructed his wife. “I’ll get the nigger ready.””Ok,” replied the white woman. “I brought some clothes for the girl to wear. Get those chains off her and get her dressed. I don’t want my son’s first experience to be so… so… rude. I’m uncomfortable with this enough as it is.””Don’t worry, hon,” he said. “It’s going to be fine. You’ll see.””And another thing, Matt,” she looked sternly at her husband. “I don’t want you messing around with this slave girl. She’s supposed to be for Brian.””I’m telling you, don’t worry!” the white man was exasperated.Shanika was embarrassed to be here hearing all this. They spoke in front of her like she wasn’t ever there. She couldn’t believe what these white folks were up to.”I’ll be back soon.” Cheryl let herself out leaving Matt alone with his black slave.The white man looked at her naked brown body, his eyes lingering on her full, saggy breasts, her belly, and her smooth shaved pussy. He reached out and ran his hand over her soft warm flesh, taking extra time to touch her breasts and gently pinch her nipples. He let his hand drop lower and she parted her thighs to give him access to her vagina. He caressed her pussy with the palm of his hand, running a finger up and down her slit. She could feel her heart beating faster, her breath quicken, and the growing dampness between her legs.He noticed her reactions to his touch and looked her in the face. His green eyes meeting her dark brown ones.”You feel nice,” he said. “Too bad I promised I wouldn’t fuck you.”His hand was still at her pussy, stroking her. She closed her eyes and let herself forget the humiliating circumstances and concentrate on her arousal and the pleasure she felt at his touch. She let out a whimper and parted her thighs even wider as he penetrated her with a finger. She felt his other hand on her breast, gently brushing his fingers on her brown skin.”I can’t help myself, girl,” Matt finally said. He dropped his hands from her body and walked over to one of the easy chairs, dropped his pants, and sat down. “Come over here and suck me off.”Shanika was disappointed that Matt withdrew his touch, but did as she was told. She shuffled over in front of where he sat, her chains jingling softly. She got on her knees, awkwardly since her wrists and ankles were each shackled together, leaned her bald head forward and began to lick the white man’s cock and balls.”Ahh,” he moaned as she took him between her thick African lips and began to gently suck on the head of his penis. He reached his hands out and felt the scratchy stubble on her head, holding it as she began to move her mouth up and down over his shaft. Completely losing himself in the act he started fucking the black girls face. Shanika choked a little, but continued to suck her master’s white cock.”Oh, fuck,” he said in a husky voice, “fuck, oh, fuck!” Shanika felt his hot semen flood into her mouth. She tried to swallow it, but there was more than she could take and some leaked out of her lips. He relaxed his grip on her head and she could feel him softening in her mouth. When he opened his eyes and looked down at her he could see her looking back at him, her big brown eyes meeting his gaze, his cock still in her mouth, cum running down her chin into his pubic hair.”Don’t tell afyon escort my wife about this,” he said. “She’d flip out.””No, Massa,” Shanika answered. “I won’t tell her yo’ bizness.””You are one great cock sucker, girl,” said the white man, “my wife could learn a lot from you.” He paused. “But she can’t know about it.””No, suh, Massa,” said the slave girl, “dis nigga won’t tell. I clean you up good now.” Shanika licked up the cum from his flaccid cock and sucked the drops from his hair. He watched as she finished and straightened up. Still on her knees she sat back from him, wiped the semen from her chin on her hand, and licked it off.”Ok,” he said, “now to get those chains off and some clothes on.” He gazed down at her as he leaned forward. She offered her wrists to him and he removed the shackles. Then he took off the collar. She lay on her back and raised her feet to him so he could get the ankle cuffs off her.He looked down at her with the ankle chains in his hand, her legs slightly spread. She noticed where he was looking and spread her legs wider, providing her master with a nice view of her sex. Presenting herself like that always pleased the white men and make her feel sexy.”Enough of that, girl,” he smiled, “or I’ll have to fuck you, too. And you’re supposed to be for my son.” He got up and went over to the desk where the clothes she was to wear were. He handed them to her.”Get dressed. They’ll be back soon.”Shanika put on the wrap around skirt and denim shirt. They were the clothes that the negro attendant girls wore here at the club.”When they get here, I’ll introduce you to Brian…” he paused. “Shit! What is your name, girl?””Shanika, Massa,” replied the slave girl.”That’s a pretty name. Shanika.” He paused again. “Anyways, I’ll introduce you and tell him what this is all about. He’s getting older now, and I don’t want him getting into trouble with girls. I want him to know there are ways to satisfy himself without risking getting some nice girl pregnant. My dad brought me here when I was sixteen. Maybe that was a little late, but I never forgot it. I want it to be special for him. Understand?””I understan’s, Massa. Dis nigga treat you boy good,” she said.”Great!” he exclaimed.”Oh, and afterwards I might want to… uh… you know… slip away with you?” he stammered. “You look mighty fine to me right now. I mean, I love my wife, don’t get me wrong, but, well, damn, girl!”Shanika was embarrassed to be praised this way. “I’s yo’ nigga, Massa. I do whatever you say.” He’d certainly warmed to her after cumming in her mouth, she thought. She smiled at him and felt the tingly sensation she’d missed back in the other world.They both turned towards the door as they heard it open. Cheryl had returned with Brian, a teenage boy that Shanika thought was kind of cute. He had brown hair and green eyes like his father. The white woman shut the door. Brian stared at the colored slave girl, who stood next to his father as he sat in the easy chair Shanika has just sucked him off in.”Brian,” said Matt, “this is Shanika.””Hi,” said Brian.”Pleased to meet you, Massa Brian,” said Shanika, who curtseyed slightly for the boy. Cheryl looked on silently.”You know your mother and I understand about what it’s like to be a boy your age,” continued the father, “at least I know I do. And we also know how easy it is for a boy your age to get into trouble with girls. So we’ve brought you here to meet a nice colored girl that you can be with and not get into trouble with. My dad brought me here when I was old enough, and now I’m bringing you.”Brian was obviously embarrassed by this. Shanika could see him blushing.”Cheryl,” said Matt, “I think you’re making the boy uncomfortable by being in here. Maybe you could go down to the bar or something. This is guy stuff here.””All right, Matt,” she replied, “you’ve gotten him this far, after all.” She went to the door and looked back for a moment. After a long few seconds she opened the outer door and walked into the hall.”I’ll be down in a few minutes,” he called after her as she closed the door.”Ok, Brian,” he asked, “better now?”The boy nodded shyly.”Shanika will do whatever you want,” Matt explained, “so just tell her what it is and she’ll do it. It’s natural for a boy to want a girl to do things, and it’s natural for a nigger girl like Shanika to do what you want. Ok?””Yeah, dad,” replied the boy. He looked up at Shanika, who smiled at him.”I’ll just leave you two alone, then,” said the father. “I’ll be back up in a couple hours. We’ll be down in the bar if you need anything. You can even use the phone to call us there.” He winked at the boy. “But I doubt you’ll need to.” With that he closed the outer door after himself leaving Brian alone with Shanika.Brian walked over to the colored slave girl. “So you’ll do whatever I want?””Tha’s right, Massa,” agreed Shanika, “anything at all.”He stepped closer and tentatively reached out his hand and touched her. He looked up into her face as he put his hand on her breast and started to feel her through the denim shirt she wore.”Can we sit on the couch?” he asked.”Yes, Massa,” she answered.The moved to the couch and sat down together, close enough to touch. He reached out and once again was squeezing her breast through the shirt. Still looking into her face he started on the other one. Shanika could feel her nipples harden.”Can I see your boobs?” he asked awkwardly.”‘course you can, Massa,” she answered and began to unbutton her shirt. “An’ you ain’t gotta ask or nothin’. You jes tells me what you want an’ I do it. You jes do what it is you want. I ain’t yo’ girlfriend, Massa, I’s yo nigga.”She opened her shirt for the boy and displayed her brown breasts to him. He stared at them and reached out to feel them. He squeezed one and then the other and then the first one again. His fingers brushed over her hardened black nipples.”You’ve got nice boobs,” he said, “they’re so soft.””Thank escort afyon you, Massa,” she said, slightly embarrassed.The white boy continued to fondle the negress’s breasts as Shanika held her shirt open. She could feel she was getting wet from the boy’s clumsy attentions.”Let’s lie down,” said the teenager.They arranged themselves with Shanika lying on her back, her shirt open, and Brian laying on top of her, his head between her breasts. The white boy began to kiss the slave girl’s nipples. One and then the other. Then he started sucking on them. The colored girl began to involuntarily gently buck her hips.”You like that, girl?” he asked, looking up at her, one hand on each tit.”Yes, Massa,” she cooed. “I surely do.”He went back to her tits, sucking harder, making slurping noises. She could feel his cock hardening through his jeans against her leg. He moved himself up and kissed her on her soft thick lips. She returned the kiss and felt him push his tongue into her mouth. Her arms wrapped around him as he kissed her deeply. She could feel him pressing his crotch against her leg.”I want you to take off you clothes,” he said, getting off her and standing beside the couch looking down at her.Shanika sat up and removed the shirt, dropping it on the floor. She stood and took off the skirt and stood naked in front of the horny white teen. It was a little embarrassing for her to be displaying her self like this for the adolescent white boy.”You don’t have any hair down there!” he exclaimed. He sat back down with the colored girl facing him, his head at the level of her crotch. He reached out and touched her pussy, she instinctively spread her legs apart so he could put his hand between her thighs. He reached further and ran his finger down her slit as his father had done earlier. He looked up at her as he pushed his finger roughly into her vagina. She spread her legs wider.”You’re so wet down there,” he murmured. He leaned his head forward. “And you smell so…” he inhaled her musk, “so good.”Lie down on the couch and spread your legs,” he instructed as he stood. Again she felt a strange mixture of shame and excitement, being ordered around by this teenager.She did as he told her and watched as the boy took off his clothes. His cock sprung out when he dropped his pants. Once he was undressed he lay down between the colored girl’s legs and tried, unsuccessfully, to enter her. Shanika reached down and gently took hold of him and guided him into her wet black pussy. He propped himself up on his hands and thrust his cock deep into his slave girl. Shanika looked into his eyes as he thrust again and again. After the next thrust his eyes grew wide and he gasped and spasmed, she felt the warm sensation of his semen inside her. He collapsed on her and she put her arms around him.”Shit,” he said, “I didn’t mean for that to happen so quick.””Tha’s awright, Massa,” she spoke soothingly to the boy, “Tha’s awright.”They laid like that for a few minutes then the boy got up and stood in front of the couch.”I want you to suck me so I can fuck you again,” he stated. She was surprised as the boy went from being sweet to being demanding. She sat up, leaned forward, and took his soft cock into her mouth. She could taste her pussy on him mixed with his cum. The colored girl felt his cock begin to grow. Boys could just spring back to life, she thought as she slurped on him.”Get on you back again,” he ordered, “and spread your legs.”His cock was rock hard again. She laid back down and he mounted her, this time sliding his dick into her without any assistance. He immediately began pounding into her pussy hard. Being ordered to fuck by a white boy half her age made her aware of her lowly status as a slave. A fuck toy for any white man, even this boy. But she loved the feeling it gave her.”Oh, Massa!” she cried. “Oh, Massa! Oh you fuckin’ yo’ nigga good!”The boy responded by pumping even harder. She could feel her orgasm building.”Fuck me, Massa! Fuck yo’ nigga! Ah! Ah!” Shanika felt waves of pleasure wash over her as the young white boy continued to pound into her black cunt as if possessed.”So, you’re my nigger?,” he asked breathlessly, “my nigger bitch?””Yes, Massa! I is yo’ nigga bitch,” she cried out, panting. “Oh, Massa, you fuckin’ yo’ nigga bitch!”He thrust once more into her, deeply, and she felt him cum in her again, grunting with each spasm.”Oh, Massa…” she sighed.Again they layed together, the white boy and his colored girl. His cock in his black slave’s pussy. Slowly coming down from their climax.After a while he rolled off her and got to his feet, looking down at the sweaty negro slave, her legs spread, her cunt glistening wet, a dribble of semen running down the crack of her black ass. He glanced at the floor between the easy chairs and noticed the steel shackles and chains.”Were you wearing those?” he asked, indicating the hardware on the floor.”Yes, Massa,” she replied. “I’s a nigga slave girl and I gots to be chained up. I’s not ‘allowed to run free.””Put ’em on,” he ordered. “I want to see you wearing that stuff.”Shanika rose and went to where the instruments of her bondage lay. She put on the ankle cuffs and chains, then the wrist cuffs, and finally the steel collar. He stared at his bound slave, his mouth open. She handed him the collar chain that masters used as a lead and assumed the display position, hands behind her head, her chest pushed out towards him, and her legs as far apart as the ankle chain allowed.His eyes followed the line of the chain from her collar to his hand and back again, then up and down her naked black body from her stubble covered head, her dark brown eyes and full thick lips, her out thrust saggy brown breasts with the hard black nipples, her slightly pudgy belly and smooth shaved pussy, all the way down to her shackled ankles.”Damn, you’re beautiful,” he sighed.”Thank you, Massa,” she smiled, “you da bes’ Massa dis nigga ever had.”Brian afyon escort bayan blushed at the compliment from the older much more experienced colored girl. At the same time, blessed with youth as he was, his cock began to rise, which didn’t escape Shanika’s notice.”So, Massa, you want to use yo’ nigga again?” she said, glancing and his growing erection, a wry smile on her face.”Yeah,” he said. “Let’s go in here.” Leading her by her collar chain, the white boy and his negro slave girl went into the suite’s adjoining bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed.”I want you to suck it,” he told her.Shanika dropped to her knees and began licking the white boy’s cock. From his balls to the tip and back again. Over and over, stopping to slip the tip between her thick lips, releasing it with a slurping sound. Back down to his balls, she gently drew one into her mouth and then the other. Brian moaned with pleasure. She moved further down, running her tongue behind his balls and then began to lift and spread his legs.”What are you doing?” he asked breathlessly.”Jes you relax, Massa,” she said softly, “you been so good to yo’ nigga, I’s goin’ be good to you.”She licked further down, over his asshole, and began tracing circles around it with her tongue.”Ohhhh…,” he murmured as he enjoyed the feel of her soft wet tongue on his sensitive bud. She started to push her tongue in firmly and he grabbed the backs of his thighs, spreading himself out to her. The colored girl continued to rim her master as he made soft guttural sounds. His cock was rigid and with him holding his legs for her she was able to firmly grasp his shaft and began to masturbate him.”Oh, fuck!” he said, his voice husky. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good.”Shanika continued to pump his cock and tongue his ass. It didn’t take long before he came in several long spurts. She released her grip on him as she felt him soften in her hand. She leaned back and smiled at him, still on her knees. She had a couple of spots of semen on her face and another one in the stubble on her head.He sat up and looked at her, amazed at the pleasure she’d just given him.”That was fantastic,” he said. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.””Thank you, Massa,” she replied. “I’s happy to please you.””You’ve got some spunk on your face,” he said with a sheepish look. “I don’t remember ever shooting off like that before.””Tha’s fine, Massa. I like wearin’ yo’ cum. It means I’s yo’ nigga.”The phone beside the bed rang a couple of times before Brian answered it. “Hello?” he said. “Yeah… Oh, anytime now… Ok… Bye.””It was my dad,” he told her. “Mom’s ready to go and he wanted to be sure it was ok for him to come up. I better get dressed.” He thought a moment. “Are you s’posed to get dressed?””No, Massa,” said Shanika, “niggas don’t wear no clothes here.”Brian led her into the front room and then gathered his clothes from the floor and dressed. He was just finishing when there was a knock on the door. He went and opened it and let Matt in.”Well, sport,” he smiled broadly as he eyed the negro girl, cum on her face and running down her leg, “I see you had a good time.””Yeah, dad,” replied his son, “Shanika was great. Thanks.””That’s ok. It’s kind of a family tradition.””Can I come back here again?” Brian asked.”I think that can be arranged,” said Matt, smiling at his son. “Your mom is already going out to the car. I’ve got to take the girl back now.” He thought for a second. “Would you like to lead her downstairs? She’s your nigger after all.””Yeah,” the boy said and picked up the chain to Shanika’s steel slave collar.Father and son walked out the door, the boy leading the slave girl by the chain. They went down the stairs and past the front desk. Debbie was still there and looked up from the magazine she was reading and took in the scene and smirked at Shanika, making the black slave girl feel like a whore parading through the lobby.”Look, k**,” explained the father, “I’ll go take her back, you go out and wait with your mom.””Ok, dad,” replied the boy handing the slave’s chain to his father. He went out the door leaving Shanika alone with Matt.”Come along,” he urged her, tugging on the chain. They went back through the lobby, Debbie watching curiously, and down the hall to the service door.It was dark out. The courtyard containing the auction platform and benches was deserted and only lit by the moon. Matt led the slave girl to the platform.”Bend over, nigger,” he ordered her, “I’ve got to get a piece of that.”Shanika turned around and bent over, resting herself on the table where the masters signed the papers for the slaves they’d purchased at the auction. She spread her legs so the white man could easily access her vagina. She heard him unzip his pants and let them drop. His cock was hard and thicker than his son’s. Her pussy was still wet from the fucking she got from the teenage boy.Matt penetrated her quickly and started pumping fast once he felt himself inside the slave girl’s cunt.He grunted with each thrust, his hands on her hips. It was almost as if he were using her body to masturbate with and it was over before she felt much of anything.”Uh, uh!” he croaked as he ejaculated in her vagina.He pulled up his pants and Shanika stood up, her pussy full of cum from both father and son.”You did good with my boy, girl,” he told her. “You’ve got a sweet pussy. We’ll be back for sure, but don’t ever let on to my wife that we… uh… you know.””I won’t say nothin’, Massa,” she answered. Again she felt ashamed. Ashamed to be used this way by this man after the special time she had spent with his boy.”Let’s go back in.” Matt led the wet fucked slave girl back into the main house and through the lobby towards the desk. Shanika could feel the squishy wetness between her thighs and the semen running down her legs. Debbie eyed her as they approached.”We’re done with this nigger, miss,” Matt said to Debbie, releasing her chain from his grasp. “We won’t be staying the night.””No problem,” the white girl replied and grinned evilly at Shanika, “I’ll take care of her.”Matt hurried out the door leaving the naked black slave girl alone with the fashionably dressed blonde.

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