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But we had the same basic upbringing and the same values. We were both open to just about anything that two people could do together. There was none of that bondage stuff or pain or anything, and nothing involving other people of course. But our Deep South sensibilities were really offended by the idea of a black man living right next door. But just the fact that he was living next door was a constant irritant. I pushed him away gently and said, "I guess we better go home. But he was only human and we were products of our environment. I could not imagine that Paul, no matter how nice he was, or how well intentioned, could ever get over what was going to happen to me.
We stopped in the corridor and looked at each other. I don't think I would have been any more afraid if there was a gallows in that small office. And when we saw a black boy with a white girl, well, we just never could deal with that! He saw me gasp quietly at his touch and he said, "Yeah, I knew you wanted that.I almost screamed out loud when it turned out to be our next door neighbor, whose name was Mr. Everyone gathered around while the plant manager introduced him. We were the most junior anyway and it was probably appropriate for us to be the last to meet him. I have always thought that women like you would look good in a slave collar with matching nipple jewelry." I almost fainted. Doyal finally glanced at the clock and said, "The day may come when you can work dressed the way you are now. Put your blouse and skirt on." He sat and watched me as I moved back around his desk and reached for my panties. I couldn't stand the thought of looking at Doyal or my husband. I simply said, "I'm sorry Paul." He looked confused. But doing it like this, under these circumstances, for this hateful man who was only doing it to humiliate us, it was having just that effect.I was scared to death and I am sure that Paul was too. I'm really impressed." The rest of our co-workers filed out one at a time by seniority, Neal, Travis, Ron, and Taylor. In a stern voice he said, "You had better start paying attention, bitch. I didn't say anything about underwear." I dressed quickly. It was nearly as degrading as standing in front of him and being undressed by my husband for his viewing pleasure. Then he pushed his chair back and grabbed my wrist.I didn't feel comfortable wearing my bikini in my own pool. But I'm willing to give you a chance to prove it if you want." I swear, I actually thought he was relenting. Then I want you to come back over here and undress your bitch for me." I heard Paul make a sound like he had been punched in the gut. He was still working on the top button with shaking fingers when Doyal said, "Jolie, open your eyes. I kept my eyes focused on Doyal as my skirt pooled at my feet. I want to see her cunt." I shuddered in fear and revulsion as Paul grasped the waistband of my underwear and slid them down off of my hips and down my legs. I didn't think anyone would notice that I was no longer wearing hose or that my skirt was two inches shorter. I knew what I would have been thinking if I were in his place. I had never seen him cry and it scared the hell out of me. A moment later Doyal and Paul joined me in the kitchen. His face was bright red but he tried to act as if this was all normal.It wasn't like he was doing anything in particular that we could complain about. He clasped his hands behind his neck and leaned back in his chair and said, "Stand up." We quickly got to our feet and stood quaking in fear in front of his desk. The pressure in my chest started to let up and I could actually breathe. He grabbed my hand and started to pull me toward the door. I collapsed on the floor and covered my face and cried loudly. To be honest, I don't know if I was actually thinking. I was feeling total despair, and total desperation. What kind of jobs do you think we will be able to get after we get fired and lose our clearances?! Paul bent down and I held onto the back of the chair to steady myself as I stepped out of my skirt. And I had never been undressed in front of a black man. I stood before him now in a plain white bra and a pair of pink panties and I know for a fact that I had not been this nervous on the evening when I lost my virginity to Michael Gavin on a blanket beside Astor's pond in the eleventh grade. I stepped out of them and stood, naked now, in front of my new supervisor, the black man who now lived next door to me. I slowly circled around his desk and stood beside his chair while he stared at my body, my naked body. Still, I couldn't help feeling more vulnerable for letting Doyal control my manner of dress. Paul placed a bottle of wine on the counter and then undressed me while I stood at the stove. The fact that Doyal had already seen me naked and touched me didn't matter at all. He poured a glass of wine for Doyal who was sitting quietly at the kitchen table watching me move around the kitchen in the nude. He said, "I guess that what they say about you white boys is true." I glanced over discreetly and saw that, I suppose because of the fear and humiliation, Paul's cock looked much smaller than normal. While he ate he asked us a lot of personal questions.By vulgus There are people who will not like some of the things that I write in this story.
If you are of the opinion that the south will rise again (or that it should), if you are convinced that the American Civil War was fought for financial reasons or to secure state's rights then I highly recommend that you skip this story.
I'm not saying that I deserved what happened to me, or what is still happening to me. My husband and I met in college, Ole Miss of course.
We met in our sophomore year and dated a few times. It seemed that we got a little better at it each time. He was five foot ten, slender, not muscular but quite fit. He has a nice seven inch cock that has never let me down yet.
Everyone got along great at work and we had a really laid back little group. And even now, you two, and those of your ilk, are still fighting against equality for my people." I was holding onto the back of my chair now. I looked into those cold eyes and in a quavering voice I whispered, "I don't think... The tears were running off my cheeks in a steady stream now. When I was dressed, Paul and I waited for permission to leave Doyal's office. As I put my work away I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Karl looking at me with a concerned look on his face. Paul and I walked in silence to our car and once we were safely inside with the engine running and the air conditioner working at full blast to dissipate the superheated air in the car we sat staring straight ahead and giving the parking lot time to clear out a little. He turned an even darker shade of red, he glanced at me, and then he said, "I have always loved it when she did it to me.
We were all afraid of what our new supervisor was going to be like and how he or she would change the dynamics of our little group. They were falling onto my breasts and then dripping off of my nipples. It was getting late and we didn't have time for much more than putting our work away and cleaning up our work area. After I've fucked you we will go through your clothes and see if you have any clothes worth keeping. And don't close that lab coat, bitch." Paul held the door for me and we stepped out into the corridor. I think she is very good at it." Doyal smiled and held his hand out towards me.
His yard was always perfectly manicured and he certainly didn't let his house go. We never heard any of that loud, obnoxious music that those people listen to. It was just that where Paul and I were from the races didn't mix. He left us like that for a moment before he said, "I don't believe it, bitch. I started to get my hysterical tears under control. If we don't do what he wants then we might as well kill ourselves. I refuse to end up living in a single-wide trailer on the edge of town and working at...working where Paul? Do you want to live on welfare the rest of your life? Paul picked it up and placed it neatly on the chair. As he worked them down my legs, Doyal said, "I don't want you to wear those again. I'll let you wear panties for a while, until I make up mind about them. I felt the clasp come loose and the cups began to fall away from my breasts. Doyal watched with an amused expression on his face for several minutes before he said, "Okay. He stared at me for a moment and then he sat up in his chair and crooked his finger, indicating that he wanted me to stand beside his chair. He smiled up at me and his large fingers began to explore my breasts. Just imagine how you're going to feel when my big, black cock is rammed up your tight little pink pussy. We got strange looks from our co-workers as we re-entered our lab. I wanted to say something in Paul's defense but I didn't dare. I loved the smell of pork chops cooking and normally that smell was all I needed to work up an appetite. I sat at the table, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, and picked at my food. He asked us about where we came from and about school and even about work.