Dee Teaches BBC 101

Helen nodded - seemingly tongue-tied.

"Wrong..." was all Marquis said before he clicked his fingers and held his hand out.

Dee watched as Helen grasped the meaning of that gesture. Marquis was a man of few words but he generally got his point across. He also wasn't playing games - he wanted to know if Helen was for real.

The hesitation was momentary and then Helen reached up under her skirt and eased down her thong before handing it over to Marquis. Dee thought he would smile but he only nodded his approval.

"Thass better."

There was a knock on the door. Now Marquis smiled. "Thass yo' crowd showing up. best you get next door." He nodded towards the other door and Dee knew to take charge.

"We'll be seeing you later?"

"Believe it," said Marquis and for a moment his attention was all on Dee. It wasn't a new sensation for her - being admired by a powerful Black man. But still it sent the shivers of desire through her body

***

Dee led Helen through and into a room, the door of which clicked shut behind them. It was a space about half the size of the stage Helen had shared with Tamika earlier on. The lighting was clear but not harsh. The long walls of the room were white and even knowing its secret Dee had to look carefully for the evidence of it.

"Are you ready?" she asked Helen.

"For what?"

"To perform of course. Let me take the lead." Dee walked to the far wall and pressed a button before turning a dial to introduce a low-level of music.

Dee paused a moment to catch the rhythmn and then let the music take her. She began to dance on the spot, still wearing her teaching outfit of jacket, blouse and knee-length skirt. Not exactly the regulation clubbing outfit but she knew that plenty of men liked to see a woman who could be their past teacher or their current boss. Helen stood to the side, still waiting to understand what would happen, watching.

Soon Helen wasn't the only one. With a sliding sound a slot opened in the far wall and then another and then another. Dee turned as she danced and saw slots opening behind them too. Behind those slots was darkness but as she accustomed to that fact Dee caught the glimpse of other eyes out there, hungry eyes watching her. All the time there was that sliding noise as more slots opened, more men came to check out Dee and the new girl.

Dee took a circuit of the room and got her bearings just as Marquis had suggested. Close up you could see the detail. On one side of the room the eyes staring through the slots were blue, grey or brown. On the other they were brown, deep brown or almost black.

That was the division of course. On one side were white men and on the other African-Americans. On one side ordinary members and on the other gold ones. On one side men enjoying the show and on the other men who might have a more direct input to make later on.

Dee moved across to Helen and grasped her waist lightly. "You told me you could dance - well its time to dance baby," she whispered into the younger woman's ear, "our men are on the right so show them how you want them. But leave the clothes on..."

Helen began to move, strutting up and down in front of the right side of peep-holes. She wiggled her tits and ass for the men, flicked her skirt to reveal flashes of pale thigh and brazenly licked her fingers in front of them. It seemed she had learned plenty from watching Tamika and it seemed that her viewers approved. Under the low music they heard a new sound. The sound of men's voices.

"You a fine, fine, little piece."

"Move that butt girl."

"Show us them titties."

"Get back over here bitch."

"Suck that finger ho."

All punctuated by shouts and whistles of approval. Dee was dancing herself but still had time to glance across and see Helen. The girl's cheeks were flushed and her eyes shining as she drank in the men's approval and their expressions of desire for her. Helen knew what those men wanted and she was rejoicing at the fact, rejoicing in her feminine power over them. Savouring the potential to surrender herself to them.

Dee smiled as she continued her own dance. It was OK for Helen to have her fun but the poor little white boys deserved a show too. The slots all needed money to open and then to stay open but the price tag was much much, higher on the ordinary members side. 'Cracka tax' as Marquis had subtly put it. Each clang of the peep-slots was a few more dollars in the take, paying the rent and paying the talent.

Helen looked like the 'talent' now. Flaunting herself before the gaze of the unseen men, rejoicing in the beauty of her fit young body. Taunting the viewers with just how good she could make them feel. She looked in her element but Dee was aware that the younger woman still had a lot to learn.

Dee moved slowly back to the side of the room and turned down the music.

"Young lady!" she barked out in her strictest didactic tones. Helen had still been swaying to the remembered beat but now stood still - her attention on Dee. "I've been hearing some very unsatisfactory things about you. Are they true?"

"Dunno Miss," replied Helen.

"Really," replied Dee as she reached Helen. She placed her finger onto Helen's lips. "Tell me who has been enjoying this sweet mouth. Black men or white boys?"

Helen dropped her eyes to the floor, joining in the performance. "I'm sorry miss, white boys miss."

Dee shook her head and clicked her tongue in disappointment. She moved up her hands and untied the knot that tied the girl's blouse in place.

"Fuck yeah," said a voice chorused by more shouts of approval.

"What about these perfect young titties," asked Dee as she cupped them in her hands, "who has been enjoying these? Real men or weak little white boys."

"Only white men miss," replied Helen, "but they weren't very good. They couldn't make me feel like you do miss."

Dee almost giggled - just about remembering that she was playing the strict teacher. Helen was getting into her part!

"Hmmmn," said Dee stepping back, "and what about that pussy. The same sad story?"

Helen hung her head in feigned shame. "Yes miss, sorry miss, she's only had white dick miss."

"Show me."

There was no hesitation - after all Helen had recently been naked on stage before a whole crowd of cheering men. She reached down for the hem of her short skirt and then pulled it up to reveal her neatly-trimmed pussy.

Again a growl of muffled voices from the men watching.

Dee twirled her finger and Helen carefully turned a few circle ensuring that all the men could see her sex.

"Did it feel good?" Dee moved back up close to Helen.

"Sometimes - well, I mean, sometimes it was OK."

Dee raised her fingers to Helen's mouth. The girl's lips parted and allowed one, two, three, fingers to enter. Dee pushed them in, feeling the girl's tongue working to make her fingers wet.

When she was satisfied Dee took her fingers out of Helen's mouth and dropped them down to her pussy. Wet fingers and a pleasingly wet pussy meant that first one, then two and finally three fingers found their way inside.

"This pussy has been neglected hasn't it. Such a pretty little pink pussy - just crying out for big hard Black cock. That's right isn't it."

"Yes miss," gasped Helen as she was bending her knees to grant Dee's fingers deeper access into her sex.

"So you'd best act like it. Get this pussy nice and clean and shaved. Your white boys wear condoms?"

"Yes miss - always miss."

"Hmmn, at least you did something right. But you'd best get yourself tested and on the pill because our men, real men, don't like to fuck latex, they like to fuck tight white pussy and they don't like to pull out."

"Ahhhhh," moaned Helen. Dee didn't know if it was her nimble fingers or her dirty talk that was getting the reaction. She hoped it was both since she took pride in being multi-skilled!

"They like to plant their potent Black seed nice and deep in pretty white girls like you, they like to see them with their belly filled up with a Black man's baby. Didn't your folks never warn you about that?"

"Yes miss," gasped Helen.

Dee nodded. She could imagine it - imagined that they'd told her a lot more over there in Stebson County too. Fear and hatred of the other, whether a real other or just another manufactured one. This girl had broken most of the way out of that mind-set, tonight would help her the rest of the way. Soon she would understand. Much that they had threatened as dire consequences had been the purest BS. The rest, the true results would soon be accepted as rich rewards. It was all a matter of perspective.

"OOOohhhhhhhh," moaned Helen as Dee's fingers continued to tease her clit and pussy.

"So then young lady are we ready to get you properly integrated?"

"Yes miss, please miss."

Dee eased her fingers away from Helen's pussy and raised them again to her mouth. The two women's eyes were locked together now, the watching male gaze forgotten in the moment. Helen opened her mouth and began to lick and suck Dee's fingers clean of her pussy juices.

"From now on - this beautiful mouth needs to be off limits to white boys."

Dee dropped her head and used her tongue to lick and tease two hard young nipples.

"From now on - these beautiful titties need to be off limits to white boys."

She dropped her hand down to cup Helen's sex, her thumb teasing at the younger woman's clit.

"But most important of all - this tight little white cunt needs to be off limits to white boys. From now on it needs to be Black-only you understand?"

Helen was bending her knees again - trying to force her sex down onto Dee's teasing hand. Her mouth was open, gasping quick breaths of the warm air.

"From now on," Dee insisted in a sharp almost growl, "this cunt is nigga-owned. You understand! You promise!"

"Yes, Yes, YEEESSSSSSSS, " howled Helen as her body shook in Dee's grasp and her fingers lost their grasp on her skirt.

They could hear the voices again now, hear the hands beating on the walls. The sounds of the men's approval.

It was time to move next door.

***

The adjoining room was similar but without the peep-slots. Two walls appeared plain and solid - but Dee knew from Marquis that they were two-way mirrors. For a sizable fee white members could gain the right to admittance - to view all that happened inside. On the other walls were slots for viewing and other larger slots, a few inches wide but a couple of feet tall.

It was time to further young Helen's education. Book-learning was one thing and so were lectures but ultimately there was nothing quite like hands-on vocational experience!

"You ready," whispered Dee.

"I think so," said Helen

Dee gave her a smile and then pressed the button on the wall. With a quiet hum the transparent coverings on the long slots in the walls slid down. Now they were left open and within a few seconds the first cock had pushed through, standing Black and proud against the stark white walls. Then there was another and another and another. The four long slots were all occupied now and Dee knew there were other men back there and waiting their turn.

"C'mon now," said Dee, "these beautiful Big Black Cocks won't suck themselves. Without waiting for a response she moved over to the wall and took a cock in her mouth while reaching out her arms to begin stroking two others.

"Oh fuck yeah - you must be Shaka's bitch for sure. They said you got skills and they weren't frontin'." The gruff deep voice came through the slot in the wall above her. Dee didn't pause - she just kept sucking and licking his hard dark meat. Well after all, a girl had a reputation to live up to.

She sensed that Helen had moved up beside her. Dee gave the cock on her right a last stroke and then held it out. A moment and then Helen was beside her and taking hold of one Black cock while starting to suck the other. Her pretty little mouth took in the broad thick Black cock-head and then she was sucking him hard and fast.

"Hey," said Dee, "ease up. This isn't a white boy that we just want to get off. This is a beautiful Back cock that we need to cherish and serve. If we please our man then he'll give us our reward. You know what that is don't you?"

Helen was still sucking her man - as if once she had started she didn't ever want to stop. But her pace was slower now, her glances across at Dee followed by attempts to copy her mentor's technique.

Dee paused and teased her man with her tongue. "You know what the reward is Helen?"

The gruff voice sounded again from the other side of the wall. "Get that hot little bitch over here and I'll show her."

Dee pulled off his hard shaft and giggled. She held up the cock as Helen moved in front of it. Helen's tongue ran round her lips before she opened them to take the cock in. Dee gently rested her hand on the back of Helen's head - keeping the younger woman there.

"Make it warm and wet Helen - show these men how much you want them, how much you need them." Helen was responding to the words and the feel of Dee's hand on her head. Her mouth moved up and down the glistening Black shaft, no longer frantic but controlled and allowing her tongue to please him.

"Fuck yeah - take it girl." The man grunted and Dee's hand tightened its hold on Helen's head, holding her in place. The girl's eyes widened as she felt his cum spurt into her mouth. This wasn't the little dribble of jizz that she was used to from her old boyfriends. Instead there were powerful spurts of cum, the proof of just how highly the man behind the wall had rated her efforts.

Dee's other hand moved round to gently stroke his cock, making sure that Helen got every drop in her mouth. Dee was pleased. Some women would have coughed or tried to spit out the cum. Helen had taken it all - it seemed she was just a natural-born Black cock-sucker, just like Dee herself!

"That's the reward," purred Dee, "that beautiful potent Black seed. In your mouth, on your face, over your body or, and this is best of all, deep in that sweet little pussy of yours. Swallow that first load down to show you know what you were born for - pleasing and serving Black men."

She took her hand off Helen's head and nodded in approval as Helen swallowed down the cum and then opened her mouth to show it was all gone.

"Hot little slut can bop!" was the reaction as the cock withdrew back out of reach.

Dee wasn't finished - this was a moment for imparting important messages. "Now his seed is in you and nothing can be the same again. To the white-bread world out there now you are and will always be a slut for Black men, a snow-bunny, a hood rat with jungle fever. To your family you're... well, you know what they would say. That's why we want you in your new family, in our lifestyle. Ready to please and serve Black men -- ready to be Black-only and when the time comes to be Black-bred. You ready for all that?"

She'd seen the look in Helen's eyes before she had asked that last question and so she knew what the answer would be. Dee knew the emotions and desires that were rushing through the younger woman's mind and body. She had been there herself and knew that once you had experienced that then the die was cast. There genuinely was no way back and no desire for one even if there was.

Helen nodded and said, "Yes."

At that moment a fresh six inches of coal-black cock pushed through the hole right in front of Helen.

Dee looked along the line of four hard Black cocks sticking through the wall. "Looks like we have our work cut out," she giggled. Dee began to gently stroke one cock while she moved her mouth around another - aware that beside her Helen had already done the same.

***

You can have too much of a good thing but there was nothing quite like a long line of hard cocks to allow a girl to sharpen up her technique. Dee was using all of her skills - making it good and wet and sloppy for her men. Coaxing her tribute in the form of those heavy spurts of cum. Glancing down she saw that her top was wrecked, sticking to her body with moisture. Glancing across she saw that Helen was topless - clever girl! - her beautiful young breasts covered in little streams of cum and drool, the lights of the room reflecting back off her body.

Dee heard the room's door and glanced across. "Last call," said Marquis. Get yo' nut cos these girls have done their hour." Had it really already been an hour? How many men had there been? Anyhow it had been quite an experience and Dee felt it likely that she'd be back before too long. Judging by the enthusiasm of her performance Helen also wouldn't be against a repeat visit.

There was a stifled grunt from the other side of the wall and Dee pulled off him so he could shoot his load onto her face. She knew how much guys loved to do that. A giggle to her right told her Helen's man had just unloaded over her too.

That left just one hard Black cock and the two women moved together towards it. It was time for some teamwork and Helen began licking his shaft even as Dee took the head of his cock into her mouth. It didn't take long. Soon three heavy spurts of cum were shooting into Dee's mouth and she was careful to hold it all. Then she gestured to Helen who dropped to her knees in front of Dee. Dee moved her head down until their lips met in a deep kiss - the cum being transferred from one woman's mouth to the other and then back again.

Dee's hands gently cupped Helen's head as their tongues met. She broke their kiss and smiled. Helen understood and swallowed down the cum. The first and last loads. Dee moved in close again and their mouths met once more. Again the thought crashed into Dee's brain that some of these men thought that Helen was her daughter. It was a wicked thought, a dangerous thought. When her daughters were Helen's age would she want them to come here - to learn the lessons that Helen had learned?

A dangerous train of thought indeed but it was suddenly dissipated by a familiar sound. The sound of a man's heavy belt-buckle being first undone and then dropping to the ground. Dee sensed and then felt a big body behind her. Then she felt fingers at the front of her skirt and had only just realised that they were Helen's before her skirt was falling to the ground. Dee glanced down at her now naked pussy and saw Marquis had moved up close behind her and was now pushing his cock between her legs so that it stood up against her belly.

She had heard talk about Marquis. In her experience Black cocks came in pretty much all sizes but that didn't mean that there weren't plenty of men who did indeed have a Big Black Cock. Marquis was a big man and he was clearly built to scale. A thick long cudgel of a cock that was now being lined up to enter Dee's hungry little pussy.

"Oh," said Dee. Being told about Marquis still didn't quite prepare you for seeing him in the flesh. It had to be twelve inches or more long and it was so thick. Weren't guys with dicks that big supposed to have trouble staying hard. That didn't seem to be a problem for Marquis - presumably he'd enjoyed their performance as much as Dee and Helen had.

Marquis was a man of few words. He knew he wanted to fuck Dee and he knew that Dee was ready to be fucked. What was there to discuss about it? He pushed the thick head of his cock up and down Dee's pussy, teasing her and preparing her. That pussy felt warm and wet and if Marquis's reputation had preceded him so had Dee's. Marquis had been looking forward to fucking her for a LONG time and he wasn't inclined to wait another second.

Marquis lined himself up one last time and then pushed the head of his cock into Dee's pussy. Dee grunted and expelled her breath as she processed the sensation. Marquis was big, very big, almost too big. His cock seemed to already be filling her up after just a couple of gentle thrusts. Dee gasped again and looked up straight into the eyes of Helen, eyes wide with wonder and excitement.