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Working in the Inner-City Hotel

The following is a work of fiction for erotic entertainment purposes
only. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual scenes and
potentially offensive racial language. It is not meant to be read by
minors. Anyone who believes that they will be offended by graphic sex
and racial insults should find something else to read.

I work in an inner-city low-cost hotel. We rent out rooms for the
night, usually for $9 dollars. The rooms aren't in the best of
conditions, and the place is in a seedy side of town, but they will do
for what the customers usually want them for.

It used to be a nice place, before all the working class people who
used to live in the city became middle class and moved out to the
suburbs - then the whole city was run down. Each room has old wooden
doors that used to be locked with skeleton keys back in the day. The
owners of the place must have removed those locks long ago and
installed the smaller locks that most people are now familiar with.
All that's left of the skeleton-key era are big gaping holes, roughly
the shape of the old keys. Those holes are big enough to spy on our
occasional clients, if the need ever arose for it.

And I do mean our clients are occasional. Often we only have one
customer to a floor on weekdays. It's Thursday, Friday and Saturday
nights when we make up for the lack of customers during the week. On
those nights the place is pretty much filled, with a high volume of
turn-over for each room. We get all kinds in here - older men with
young boys, who don't want to be seen by the cops; younger men with
mistresses who don't want to be caught by their wives; younger boys
with girlfriends who don't want to be caught by their moms; even
younger men with other younger men who like to "fool around" on the
"downlow" - week after week - even though, as they always like to
insist, they aren't really gay.

So many "couples" come through here, each paying the full night's fee,
that we can rent the same room to two or three different couples all
in the same night. The old stained mattresses smell of funky nigger
sweat smell, even though we also have customers who come in here from
the suburbs, because they want to be "discrete." I can't imagine
working in a place that provides better nigger sexual entertainment
than the seedy hotel that I work in.

We also have a gym on the ground floor. Frequently a guest will want
to use the gym to work out, or just to shoot hoops. Our white guests
rarely do this, but the black males do it all the time. Sometimes they
get into fights; their sweaty muscular black bodies slamming into each
other on the basketball court. I rush in to break it up because I
don't like the idea of having to mop up the blood of a dead nigger.

I was curious one afternoon when we had a rare guest in the middle of
the week. It was around noon on a Wednesday when a fella named
"Tyrone" rolled in and wanted to rent out a room for the night. As he
was telling me he needed a room I found myself looking up at him,
figuring he must be a high school or college basketball player. I
checked his ID and noted that he was 21. I watched his smooth brown
hands as he signed the agreement. I briefly studied his face, coca
brown skin and thick, moist brown lips before searching for his room
key. I decided to put him on the second floor; this time of the week
he would have the whole place to himself.

 "You're in room 225," I said, handing him the key.  His nostrils
flared and he reached out a lanky arm to grab the key. He tilted his
head to the side in a cocky manner; his baseball cap was also tipped
sideways, as if he were accustomed to stirring up trouble. I was
hoping he wasn't renting the room for a drug deal that could attract
the police or become violent. His body seemed fit and firm as he
reached for the few bags he was carrying.

About a half hour later I went down to the locker room, next to the
gym, to clean up. There wasn't much to do, but I just wanted to sweep
up around the place. I heard someone coming down the stairs; it was
Tyrone, the black boy who had just checked in. He picked out a locker
in the center aisle, and I sat on the bench near him - pretending to
dust off the vents in a locker.

I watched the boy strip down to his boxer shorts in the locker room.
The lump in his shorts let me know that boy was packing a thick, long
sausage of nigger meat.

"You getting ready to work out?" I asked casually, trying to make
small talk.

"Jus a short workout - I got a bitch comin over in few. I'ma give her
a workout in my room."

The black boy turned toward his locker to grab a gray basketball
jersey. I got a pungent whiff of pubes and testicles from his boxer
shorts. "I sure would like to watch you niggers fuck," I thought to
myself. "I bet you fuck like jungle beasts."

My mind flashed back to old black and white films I used to watch
about slavery in the South, before the Civil War. The films must have
been shot in the 1920s or 30s. They depicted little black slave boys
shining a kindly white master's boots. The little pickinney would look
up at his master, bits of lint and straw sticking out of his nappy
head, and beam, as his master tossed him a shiny coin. Not that there
was much a slave could do with a coin, but it was a sign of prestige
on the plantation.

Later that afternoon the little slave boy was shown naked, on his
hands and knees, in the master's bedroom, while the master held the
sides of his squirming brown body and plowed relentlessly inside of
his tight hole. The boy's face was twisted in agony, but he dare not
utter a peep of protest. I knew right then and there how black bodies
were to be properly used.

The tall lanky kid in the locker room slammed his locker shut and
headed for the gym. I waited a while and then followed. By the time I
reached the gym he was already shooting hoops by himself.

His smooth muscular brown legs propelled him in the air. He aimed the
ball and it gracefully arched toward the rim of the hoop. I couldn't
take my eyes off of the glistening dark bush of hair beneath his arm
pits. Once he landed back on the wooden floor the bulge of his nut
sack and nigger fuck meat jiggled in his gym trunks - ready for
action.

He glanced my way and caught me watching him. I had to think fast,
"How long will your girlfriend be staying?" I blurted out, "I'm
thinking of getting something to eat later tonight - I know a rib
joint that's got the best ribs in town if you plan to hang around
after she's gone."

His face lit up. A white smile beamed between his brown cheeks. "Ribs?
Hex yeah. She be over here pretty soon but she be gone by eight
o'clock when she gotta go to work. Is you gonna wait till then?"

I smiled back at him, "Sure thing, my man. My treat."

The black boy beamed again.

I rushed back inside the locker room, "Now where am I gonna find a
nigger rib joint in this town," I thought. "I know that black boy
won't be fooled by a white man's ribs."

I rushed past his locker and caught a whiff of his sweaty t-shirt.
That nigger really smelled funky. I imagined how much funkier he would
smell after a workout and after fucking a black woman.

I figured if anyone would know where a good nigger rib joint was, it
would be Leroy - the boy who distributed towels and did our laundry. I
went to Leroy's post but he wasn't there. Rows of freshly washed white
towels were neatly staked on the shelves behind his empty chair.

Could he be in laundry room, washing more towels? I walked toward the
laundry, but noticed the broom closet behind Leroy's post was cracked
open and someone must have left the light on inside. These niggers are
always careless, wasting good money on electricity and leaving doors
unlocked. Such carelessness only adds to our costs in thefts.

I walked over to shut the door, but noticed there was someone inside.
I looked through the crack of the slightly opened down; it was Leroy,
sitting on an overturned bucket with his pants down to his ankles,
stroking his nigger schlong with one hand, while holding a girly
magazine up to his face with the other.

His ashy dark brown legs wobbled as he stroked. His smooth nigger arms
pumped furiously to relieve the sexual tension. He let out a series of
intense grunts, "Uh, uh, uh, uh...." Then he let out a loud groan,
"Ahhhhhhhhh." Thick ropes of white cum flew up in the air. Strands of
cum landed on the back of his magazine and on his dark knees. The
closet air carried the smell of fresh teenaged Negro jism.

I yanked the closet door open and pretended to be oblivious to the
scene in front of me. Leroy's eyes got big as saucers. He let out a
high-pitched adolescent squeal, "Huh?"

I didn't miss a beat, "Hey man, you know where I can find some really
good barbeque ribs? I've got a friend from out of town comin' over and
I told him I could get him the best ribs in town. Where do you people
go to get ribs?"

The room smelled of nigger boy sweat and cum juices. Strands of cum
dripped off of Leroy's knees. He covered himself with his magazine,
which was now slimy with jism.

"Wha, wha  th' fuck muthafucka? Close the muthafuckin' door, man."

I opened the door wider. "Come on man, I don't have all day. Where do
you people get your ribs? I'll let you get back to whatever you were
doing; just tell me where to go."

Leroy looked defiant but then considered the situation he was in.
"They go to Mr. Ribbs, muthafucka. They go to Mr. muthafuckin' Ribbs
on Center Avenue. Now close the muthafuckin door."

I flashed a smile, "Gee thanks homeboy - you know you'll always be my
nigga."

Leroy glared at me as he held the sticky magazine between his legs, "I
told you about sayin' that muthafucka. I told you about that shit. You
aint black."

I laughed and closed the closet door but I could still hear Leroy
shouting from inside, "You aint black. That shit aint funny man."

I did the rest of my chores so I would be free for the afternoon. When
I got back to the locker room, the tall lanky black boy's locker was
empty. He must have gone back to his room. I crept up the squeaking
staircase and slowly made my way down the hall. I stopped in front of
room 225. I heard grunting, groaning and thumping bedsprings from the
other side. The entertainment was already underway.

I watched through the keyhole. That black boy was fucking his nigger
woman incessantly. For the first time I could see the entire back of
his naked black body. It was glistening with sweat as he humped up and
down on the impaled bitch.

His tight sweaty black ass pushed in and out, "Take that dick, take
it."

His nigger woman threw her arms around his neck, "Oh yeah, baby - fuck
me, fuck me."

That black boy grunted and groaned as he plowed deeper and deeper
inside his nigger woman's pussy.

The black woman cried out in ecstasy, "Oh my! Oh my!"

That must a been a big black banana dick pushing inside of the nigger
woman's pussy because she was tossing and turning all over the
mattress while her gyrating pussy was being plowed.

The black boy's ass and back were shiny as he humped mechanically on
top of the poor woman. It's not that he lacked rhythm, it's just that
he was like a machine because he never seemed to run out of energy.

"Fuck that nigger pussy," I whispered, "Fuck it. Breed that nigger
bitch for me you oversexed black coon."

The bed frame slammed up and down on the wooden floor. The headboard
banged against the cracking plaster on the wall. The two sex-crazed
black bodies seemed oblivious to it all.

"Oh, you my nigga. Fuck me, nigga. Fuck me."

"Take dat dick, bytch. Take it. Take it. Take that muthafuckin dick."

The sweaty black bodies were intertwined with each other. Between the
cries of "Fuck me. Fuck me," and "Take it. Take it," all I could hear
were passionate nigger grunts and groans.

Finally, both black bodies shook violently and the black boy let out a
loud groan: "Ugggggh!"

His woman gasped, "Oh yeah, baby - yeahhhhh. Oh shoot your nutt inside
me baby. Oh yeah, I feel your nutt inside me."

"Oh yeah."

They lay there like zombies for awhile. At first I wasn't sure if they
had fallen asleep. Then the woman said, "Ohhh, I feel that dick
getting' hard again."

The black boy just chuckled. Next thing I knew they were going at for
a second round. There was nigger humping and moaning and weeping and
whimpering. I felt like I was watching how black slaves were bred a
long time ago under the watchful eyes of their owners.

Those wet nigger bodies were pushing into each other for the better
part of three solid hours; only occasionally resting for air. The room
smelt of nigger body stench. The bed sheets were soaked with sweat.
From where I was squatting, having pulled up a stool so that I
wouldn't be too uncomfortable and so that I could jack off, I could
see the smooth firm contours of both of their black asses as they
tossed and turned on the bed. I could see that black boy's thick, long
nigger dick as it rammed in and out of the poor woman's wet pussy. I
could see the big firm titties on the nigger sow as they pressed
against her stud's firm chest. I watched breathlessly as his big
nigger balls jiggled up and down while he was plowing inside of her
womanhood.

Their shapely brown bodies seemed uniquely suited for long sessions of
passionate sex. Both partners had the stamina for it too.

"Fuck each other, you nasty niggers. Fuck each other and produce
nigger babies."

I shot my load twice while I was watching them; a puddle of sperm
gathered beside my shoes. I couldn't take any more. It seemed as
though they were prepared to go on forever. I left them there -
humping away in wild negro passion - and cleaned up the hallway so I
could get ready to see just how far I could push Tyrone later that
evening.

*****

When eight o'clock rolled around I met Tyrone in the lobby. He looked
rested but surprisingly full of energy, especially after a whole
afternoon of fucking nigger pussy. One thing was sure, he was hungry.
He chowed down on the ribs I bought for him like nothing I had ever
seen before. Both of our hands were covered with thick reddish black
barbeque sauce.

I showed him to the bathroom of an unused hotel room on the first
floor. We washed the greasy sauce off of our hands.

"You know, Tyrone - hope you won't get offended, but I've always
wondered what a black man looks like with all of his clothes off."

Tyrone drew away from me, "Whadafuck? Is you some kinda faggot?"

I was quick to reassure him, "No, no I'm not a faggot or anything, but
I'm just - well -- curious. I heard about how you people have big
dicks and big asses, I just want to see if the stereotypes are true. I
wanna see if you niggers really are built for sex."

Tyrone's eyes widened. The look on his face was irate. He bit his
lower lip and balled his hands into tight fists.

"Now, now - before you start getting angry I want you to consider
this. I've got $500 that says I get strip you naked and do what I want
with your body - apart from real physical torture or something like
that - for the next four hours. Whadda ya say? I'm talking half a G to
see your nigger body naked and to fuck it if I want to. Whadda ya say,
big man?"

Tyrone's angry expression slowly melted into reflective wonder, "You
talkin' half a G to see me naked?"

"Five big ones, my man. But I also get to touch, feel and rape your
black ass and mouth if I want to. And if I ask you to do something,
you better do it good. Think of all the sneakers half a G would buy.
You could get you some new jerseys and Timberland boots."

Tyrone bit on his thick lower lip and rolled his eyes in his head.
"Okay," he answered slowly, "for half a G...but I gotta see my money
first."

"It's in the front desk. Don't worry. Besides, you know where I work.
I'm not gonna cheat you."

Tyrone seemed to contemplate the offer again. "Okay..." he answered once
again, still uncertain. "When do we get started?"

I rubbed my hands in delight, "Right now mother fucker; right now. We
get started right here. We have this whole room to ourselves." I
ushered him into the bedroom, pulled up a chair. I sat down in front
of him like a proud buyer with his new slave. "Drop your pants."

Tyrone nervously fumbled with his belt buckle and let his baggy pants
slide down to his shoes.

"Yeah, that's it. Drop your pants and pull of your jerseys. I wanna
see your naked nigger body."

A glare of anger flashed in the black boy's eyes, but he quickly
suppressed it. He slowly pulled off his jersey, revealing his smooth
brown chest and washboard stomach. Then he pulled down his boxer
shorts exposing his dick to his hungry observer.

"Nice, nice." I reached out and grabbed his thick long cock, it must
have been nearly 9 inches without even being erect. I stroked it
slowly, tightening my grip, making it come to life in spite of itself.

"Oh yeah, you've got a thick nigger dick, don't cha? You like to use
that thick nigger dick to fuck your black bitches, huh?"

Tyrone just closed his eyes, trying to place his mind somewhere else.
Anywhere but in this situation of being inspected like a slave by a
horny white man. I lifted up his thick nigger cock, exposing his nuts.

"Lemme see that nigger nutt sack. Yeah, you've got some big nuts on
you, don't cha boy?"

Tyrone bit his lip in humiliation and let me feel his big sagging
nuts. I thought they were truly a wonder, gently covered with wisps of
soft nappy hairs. I reached behind him and felt his ass.

"Lemme feel that smooth nigger ass. Yeah, you've got a big firm black
ass."

I slapped it several times. "Bet you know how a white man can use that
ass, huh nigga?"

Tyrone just stood there, stiff as wood; not wanting to betray a hint
of protest. Apparently not wanting to be too subservient either. He
just let me manipulate his nearly naked black body. He just let it
happen.

I ran my hands up and down his smooth black body. "Ummm yeah, I love
the feel of that black skin." I ran my hands over his rippling abs.
They felt like soft rocks under my touch. I explored the entire
landscape of the nigger's dark body - his chest, his pecs, his arm
pits, his shoulders, his biceps, his forearms....

"Ummm yeah - you're my firm nigger boy, you know that? You're a
strong, solid nigger boy. Now, bend over."

Tyrone slowly bent over and grabbed his ankles.

"Yeah, lemme see what's inside of that black ass of yours."

I grabbed his big firm ass cheeks and spread them apart. I peered into
his dark black ass and laughed at him. "Look at that nigger hole. I
always wanted to know what was inside of a nigger. I always wondered
what a nigger looks like on the inside."

I stuck two fingers inside of him. He winced and cried out in pain.
"Does that hurt, black man? How are you gonna take my big white cock
in your ass if you can't even take two fingers shoved up in there?"

I slowly pushed my fingers in and out of his tight hole - finger
fucking his nigger ass. He grunted uncomfortably, letting out muffled
anguished cries. "Yeah, take it nigger, take it. A pair of white
fingers fucking that black ass."

Tyrone groaned. I reached around and gently pulled on his dangling
nutt sac. "Oh yeah, you're my nigger. You belong to me."

I made him stand up straight; I grabbed his thick black cock and
stroked it. "Get that nigger cock hard for me. Get it hard." I wagged
his thick black dick from side to side and up and down, playing with
it like it was a toy.

"You like to shoot hoops on the basketball court?" I kept wagging his
dick up and down and side-to-side. "Well, I like watching you niggers
shoot hoops; and watching your big dicks wagging around inside your
shorts when you play. How do you get your jungle dick so big? I love
watching porn flicks; I love watching you niggers fuck your women on
my TV screen."

I stood up behind him and began to sniff up and down his smooth brown
body. I started with his shoulders and worked my way down to his arm
pits and turned him around so I could sniff his belly button.

"Ummm, I love that nigger smell. I love that fresh smell of funky
nigger - especially after he's been working out in the gym and fucking
his woman all afternoon. Nothing like the smell of a funky sweaty
nigger boy. Aint that right, Tyrone?"

Tyrone knew what was expected of him. He dutifully nodded his head in
agreement and mumbled, "I guess so," his voice sadly trailing off. I
just laughed at him.

I pressed my body against his from behind. I slowly unzipped my pants
and allowed my hard white cock to rub against his backside.

"You feel that cock, nigger? You feel that hard white cock rubbing up
against your black skin? That cock's gonna fuck your nigger ass. It's
gonna tear that nigger ass up."

Tyrone's body seemed to tense in anxiety at this news.

"But first," I continued, "First you're gonna suck this cock to get it
ready."

I pushed Tyrone down on the chair in front of us. I waved my hard cock
in his face.

"Suck on that dick, nigger. Suck on that white cock and make it good
and wet."

Tyrone hesitated. I grabbed the back of his nappy head and pushed his
face on my cock. My throbbing manhood slid between his thick nigger
lips. I moaned with pleasure. I held the boy's head tight while I
thrust in and out of his mouth.

"Yeah, suck on it nigger. Suck that dick. Lick under the shaft. Lick
my throbbing dick head."

Tyrone obeyed my instructions, making me quiver with the erotic
sensations he unwittingly released in me. I held his head tighter.

"Oh yeah, suck it nigger, suck it. I swear you black bastards make the
best damn cocksuckers. Suck on hard white dick."

I made Tyrone bob his head on my cock while I humped in his mouth.
Before I knew what was happening I erupted in a frenzy.

I grabbed the black boy's head tight, as if I were holding onto him
for dear life, then I fired shots of cum down his throat.

Tyrone must have tasted the hot cum shooting in his mouth because he
violently yanked his head away.

He desperately tried to spit out my hot globs of cum, but this let me
shoot more cum directly on his black face.

By the time I was through shooting my load Tyrone's face was dripping
with thick strands of cum.

"Oh yeah, boy - that was nice."

Tyrone tried to wipe the cum off of his face with his forearm.

"No, don't wipe it off yet. I want you to wear it for awhile. I want
you to smell a white man's jizz."

Tyrone rested his arms on his thighs, like he was trying to take a
shit. He dropped his head in humiliation as my cum trickled down to
his chin and dripped onto the floor in front of him. He shook his head
as if to clear it of disbelief.

Once I caught my breath and had a chance to stand back and loose
myself looking at the curves and shadows of that black boy's dark body
I made him stand up and grab his ankles again.

While Tyrone was bent over, jutting out his naked ass, I spread his
firm black butt cheeks and shoved my newly hardened cock inside of
him. He let out a loud groan in protest, but I just pushed further
inside that nigger's ass. I held his hips tight, like I saw white
masters do in those old slave movies, and humped him like this was his
only purpose for being.

"Yeah, take that white man's cock, nigger. Take that superior white
man's cock in your black ass."

I watched his ghetto head bob up and down while I pushed down on his
body and used his ass like he had been using his black woman's pussy
just a few hours earlier.

"You like that white master cock in your ass, nigger? Tell me you like
that white master cock in your ass?"

Tyrone mumbled, "I...like...white...muthafucka.."

I grunted in disapproval. "Oh no, no. That won't do," gasping between
thrusts in his tight black ass.

His ass was warm and moist. I never felt anything so cozy around my
cock before.

"Don't mumble it. I want you to say it loud. Say it clearly so I can
hear. Tell me what you like, nigger."

I rammed my cock hard in the black boy's ass for emphasis.

Tyrone let out a high-pitched yelp, "I like white man's cock..."

"Where do you like it, nigger?"

I rammed it hard again, deliberately making it painful.

"...In mah azz. In mah BLACK azz."

"Yeah, atta boy. In your black ass, nigger." I rammed him a few more
times to make sure the message was sinking in.

My hard cock squished around inside of Tyrone. I fucked his firm butt
sideways and up and down, thoroughly making the boy my black bitch. I
couldn't take it any more and erupted into a second orgasm.

"Oh yeah, take my cum nigger. Take a white man's cum inside of you.
You like that, huh?"

I grabbed the top of the boy's head and made him nod in approval. His
eyes were tightly closed - who knows what he was thinking? He had a
pained expression on his face, as though he had never experienced
anything like this before, and could never live it down. His mouth
hung open in shock and agony.

I let go of his body and he fell, head first, onto the floor.

He lay their motionless for awhile. I could see my cum slowly
trickling out of his abused butt hole. It ran down the back of his
upper thigh. I took in the sight of a handsome, young, hard-bodied
black boy lying face-down at my feet after being thoroughly used. He
slowly buried his face in his folded arms and refused to look up from
the floor.

I left the room and came back a short time later with $500 in twenty
dollar bills. I stripped them off from a roll of cash, one-by-one, and
let them settle on the exhausted and humiliated black boy's sweaty
body. They clung to him like broad leaves on a tropical tree. I could
barely hear him sniffling from humiliation.

*****

The next morning, on my way to work, a saw a group of young niggers
shooting hoops on an outdoor basketball court. They grabbed their
crotches and tugged every time they scored a point. Their sweaty black
and brown bodies bumped up against each other, in blatant displays of
aggressive manhood. I felt something of my own form of "aggression"
coming alive in my pants. I stood watching them - perhaps long enough
to be noticed and to make them feel uncomfortable.

One of the boys grabbed a thick handful of caramel colored cock inside
his loose-fitting shorts. "Ya want somma dis, muthafucka?" he jeered.
All of his little homeboys fell over themselves laughing like it was
the funniest thing they ever saw.

I just nodded my head and whispered to myself, "Don't worry you cocky
little black bastard. When I want some I know just how to get it. I'll
have you coming to me, begging me to fuck your nigger ass into
oblivion."

I left with the sound of their jeers and laugher ringing in my ears,
and the sight of their glistening brown bodies in the golden morning
sun still burning in my mind.

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