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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
Four o'clock was drawing near and Bernadine was looking forward to going home for the day. However, she wasn't surprised when Terri buzzed her on the office intercom.
"Mrs. Johnson," the white girl's voice said. "Uncle James called. He'd appreciate it if you could drop by his house on your way home with the Dunkirk file. I've got it out on my desk already."
Bernadine sighed. Another one of those afternoons, she thought. The attorney hadn't made any extra curricular demands on her after that busy weekend, but that respite appeared to be drawing to a close. She'd even began to put that part of her job out of her mind and concentrate instead on the administrative tasks of running the legal office.
Terri smiled with a hint of smugness as she pushed the file folder across her desk when Bernadine went to pick it up. The negress often wondered if the young white woman had any inkling of what her uncle was up to and the total nature of the office administrator's duties.
As she drove up into the hills to the exclusive neighborhood where her employer lived, the knot in her stomach grew. She wasn't sure which she found more degrading: the white lawyer's matter of fact way of using her sexually or his black maid's seeming delight in her degradation.
Bernadine parked the Volvo and went up to the back of the house as she'd learned was the appropriate door for her enter through. She rang the bell and shortly was facing Beulah, James' middle aged negro maid dressed in her servent's uniform and cap.
"Well, if it ain't Mrs. Johnson!" Beulah greeted her with exaggerated hospitality. "Dat's mighty nice o' you to come callin'! Do come on in!"
The younger negress walked into the kitchen and waited for the older colored lady.
"Kin I be takin' yo' clothes, Mrs. Johnson?" offered Beulah. "I's sho you be knowin' da house rules."
Bernadine remembered all too well. She shuddered as she began removing her jacket, followed by her skirt. The black woman took off her blouse and then unfastened her bra. Her full breasts spilled out when they were released from the restraining garment.
Beulah stood with her hands on her hips, supervising the younger negress's humiliation with a scowl on her face, as Bernadine handed her each article of clothing as she removed it. Slipping her shoes off, Bernadine pulled down her panties and panty hose together as her heavy mammaries swung back and forth from the movement of her now naked black body.
"Stand up wit' dem legs open, Mrs. Johnson," Beulah instructed. "I gots to check dat coochie. It better be smooth as a baby's booty."
Of course it wasn't, thought Bernadine, her face burning with shame. She'd stopped shaving her pubic hairs after it seemed that James had lost interest in using her, much like a child when the novelty wore off a new toy. Now she felt like a disobedient child fearing the reaction of an adult.
Beulah reached down between Bernadine's legs and ran her finger tips over the colored woman's pubic mound. The older negro looked her in the face and was not happy at all.
"My, oh my," mused Beulah. "Yo' coochie be all scratchy! You ain't been doin' like you been told, Mrs. Johnson. I can't be havin' Massa James usin' a coochie dat be feelin' like sandpaper! Come wit' me an' Beulah be gettin' you fixed up."
The negro maid led Bernadine to the storage room where James had used her on her last visit.
"Git on yo' back an' open dem legs wide," Beulah ordered.
Bernadine lay on the sofa bed as instructed. Her face was burning with shame at having to display her sex splayed open this way. Beulah was digging around in a box on one of the steel shelves, finally producing a jar and a wooden stick. Bernadine recognized the wax just as the old black woman began applying it to her pussy.
In a few minutes the wax had set and Beulah jerked it off her. Bernadine yelped in pain, her eyes tearing up. Her tender pussy burned at having had the short hairs yanked out. She felt the older woman's hand on her.
"Dat's better," said Beulah with satisfaction. "Nice an' smooth. Don't you be comin' back here wit' dat coochie all scratchy dat way again, Mrs. Johnson. Next time, I be tellin' da massa an' he prob'ly wanna take da belt to it jus' to learn you. You un'erstan' me, girl?"
"I understand," Bernadine replied, turning her head away, unable to face her tormentor.
"Good," Beulah stated. "Massa James say to wait in da main room so git up an' git movin'. He ain't gonna like comin' down an' not findin' you ready fo' use."
Bernadine rose and followed Beulah through the house with her head bowed. The waxing had been excruciatingly painful as well as degrading. She resented the enthusiasm the colored maid showed in performing her duties.
Now they entered the large living room with the picture windows, plush carpet, and the glass topped coffee table with the leather upholstered sectional couch positioned around it. Outside the sun was shining and the lawn was lush and green. Bernadine's nipples hardened in the coolness of the air conditioning, which only served to humiliate her further.
"You wait her while I go git da massa," Beulah ordered her. "An' keep yo' nasty black ass off dat couch. You hear me?"
"Yes," Bernadine sighed, "I'll just stand here."
"See dat you do," warned the maid as she left the room.
Bernadine stood naked and alone in the attorney's living room, her nipples erect, her pussy still burning from the waxing. How much more of this could she take, she wondered? How much degradation would be required of her in order to protect her daughters from this fate?
"I see papa got himself a new toy!" came a female voice behind Bernadine. "I don't remember seein' you before."
The black woman turned and instinctively raised an arm to cover her breasts and used her other hand to cover her crotch. She found herself looking down into the face of a white teenage girl with long blonde hair. The girl looked to be in her late teens, about the same age as her own daughter Ebony. The girl smiled wickedly and her blue eyes sparkled.
"You're a modest one!" she laughed. "How cute! A modest nigger! You look pretty old for him, but I can see why he likes you! Papa's a sucker for big nigger tits like those."
"Papa?" Bernadine stammered, surprised and embarrassed. "I didn't know Mister Hutz had a daughter."
"Uhm..." the girl's smile faded. "You must be very new. When you address your superior you'll say ma'am. And niggers don't look down on their betters. They get on their knees. Kneel, nigger."
Bernadine was beside herself. She couldn't believe this teenager was talking to her so rudely. It was beyond rude. Calling her elder a nigger! A woman old enough to be her own mother! A woman who at one time was principal of a high school full of snot nosed white girls like this one. Girls who called her ma'am, not the other way around.
"Lindsey!" exclaimed James Hutz as he entered the room. "I didn't expect you this weekend!"
"Obviously, papa!" laughed Lindsey. "I don't think you'd have this here if you were!"
Bernadine looked around to see James Hutz and Beulah standing in the entrance way.
"No, I guess not," James replied, scratching his head.
"Doesn't seem your type, either," Lindsey continued. "Not too obedient. I told it to kneel ages ago and it's still standing."
"I's sorry, ma'am," apologized Beulah. "Dis here nigga ain't too well trained."
The black housekeeper put her hands on her hips and scowled at Bernadine.
"Git on yo' knees fo' da lady!" ordered Beulah sternly. "What's wrong wit' you? Don't you be actin' like no dumb nigga."
Bernadine looked around at the faces of the others, all looking expectantly back at her. Not knowing what else she could do, the black woman sank to her knees.
"Git them hands behind yo' head!" Beulah instructed. "Ain't you 'member nothin'?"
Bernadine clasped her hands behind her head with her elbows out and her head bowed.
"Now you 'pologize to da lady," the maid insisted.
"I... I'm sorry," Bernadine choked on the words, her face on fire. "I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Dat's mo' like it," Beulah said with a measure of satisfaction. "But, it ain't enough. Crawl to da lady an kiss her feet to show yo' respect. I's 'prised I gots to tell you everythin'. Now git on wit' it!"
Bernadine felt her stomach turn and bile rise in her throat. This was more than she could stand. How much degradation would she be expected to tolerate. Isn't it enough that she kneel naked before this insolent brat, apologize, and call her ma'am?
"Now, Beulah," James interjected, "Bernadine is free to leave if she wants. She doesn't have to stay. Nobody is forcing her to do anything."
"I's sorry, boss," Beulah replied. "It's jus' dat seein' dat dumb nigga disrespectin' a precious white lady dat way gits me mad. 'specially when da lady is my massa's li'l girl."
"I understand," James told her. "I'm sure Bernadine will do what's right."
Bernadine hated them all. The all too reasonable white man. The colored maid who fancied herself an overseer. And maybe most of all, the snotty white girl. The black woman thought about getting up and walking out. But then, how would she ever afford to send Ebony to Smithmore? What would stop her daughter from ending up in the same humiliating position later that she found herself in now.
There really was no alternative. Bernadine got onto her hands and knees and crawled across the thick carpet to where Lindsey stood. Her breasts swung back and forth as she moved which made her feel like a cow. She could feel the eyes of the others upon her.
When she was in front of the white girl, Bernadine leaned forward and put her thick negro lips to one of the teenager's shoes and kissed it. Her face burning with shame and humiliation, she proceeded to kiss the other. Bernadine had completely submitted and simply waited for further instructions.
"Put your face down on that floor, nigger," ordered Lindsey. "You need to know who your superiors are."
Bernadine put her face flat against the carpet, her nose flattened in the plush material. She felt Lindsey's shod foot on the back of her head pressing it down hard.
"Who's your better?" asked the white girl.
"You are, ma'am," replied the negro, her voice muffled by the shag.
"What are you?" Lindsey wanted to know.
"A nigger, ma'am," Bernadine told her.
Lindsey pushed her foot down even more forcefully, Bernadine was having trouble breathing. Finally, the white teenager released the kneeling colored woman who gasped for air.
"See?" Lindsey asked sweetly. "That wasn't so hard to understand. Even for a nigger. Was it?"
"No, ma'am," Bernadine responded.
"I'm goin' up to my room now, papa," the white girl announced. "Bring my things, Beulah."
"Yes, ma'am, Miss Lindsey" replied the old colored maid. "Right away, ma'am."
Bernadine heard their footsteps fade away and started to lift her head to look around.
"Stay where you are," ordered James.
The black woman rested her head back on the carpet and waited to discover what further debasement she was to be subjected to. She heard the sound of the attorney's fly unzipping.
"Lindsey's quite an aggressive girl," he told her. "I think she gets it from her mother. I don't tend to talk to niggers that way, but she must learn it somewhere. I must admit that I find it very arousing."
Bernadine didn't know how to respond to him so she said nothing and simply remained on her elbows and knees, her face in the carpet, her ass in the air.
"Spread your cheeks," James instructed her. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass."
The black woman had never taken a man's cock in her ass before. She'd shot down her former husband's attempts to coax anal sex out of her in no uncertain terms. And now she was going to give it up to some white man that made her sick to her stomach. And she was going to do it willingly. She knew she could just get up and leave. But that would essentially be forcing Ebony to take her place. Not immediately, of course. But eventually.
Bernadine reached around and grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks wide for Mister Hutz. She heard him spit and felt warm saliva on her asshole. At least he was going to lubricate her first, she thought.
James's dick head was right on her anus. He paused a moment and then started shoving it in. He wasn't so long, but he was thick. She felt like he was splitting her open and cried out in spite of herself.
"Owww!" yelped Bernadine. "You're hurting me!"
"Shut up and take it," growled James. "Push back against it and it'll go easier. Beg to be fucked and I'll probably shoot off faster."
Bernadine was shocked by the white man's cruelty. He'd used her like a thing before, but never like this. It's like he took direct pleasure from her suffering. But, she knew the truth in what he said, too. She pushed back as instructed and felt him fill her.
"Please, sir," she gasped, her ass in agony, "please fuck my ass. I want it. I need it. Use my ass, sir. Use it hard. Hurt me, sir. I need it to hurt."
"Shit!" cried James. "Oh, fuck! So fucking tight!"
The white man ejaculated in the negro's rectum. Bernadine felt the hot spurts of semen deep inside her.
"Oh, that's good...." he sighed. "So good... Fuck..."
James's erection grew soft in the black woman's ass and finally he pulled out. Tears flowed freely from her eyes. Her asshole was on fire from being stretched out to accommodate its first cock.
"I hope I ain't gotta tell you what you should be doin' now, Mrs. Johnson," came Beulah's voice.
Bernadine hadn't heard her return. She wondered if the girl Lindsey was watching, too. She'd never felt so used and humiliated before even though she'd been experiencing alot of that lately. But, she had no idea what Beulah wanted her to do, and remained motionless.
"Damn, girl!" Beulah said with exasperation. "You offer to clean da white gen'leman's manhood off! Don't you know nothin' 'bout respectin' a man? You can't 'spect him to jus' put his dick back in his pants like dat after it been up yo' nasty ass! You gots to suck it clean. Now git wit' it! An' you better ask nice."
"May I clean your cock off, sir?" asked Bernadine, her voice cracking.
"Yeah," replied James. "That'd be good."
The negress turned around and his dick was right in her face. She took it in her hand and put it in her mouth. The taste was disgusting and it was all she could do to fight off her gag reflex. She sucked and licked his flaccid member until it was clean. Bernadine waited for her next instructions.
"Good job," he praised her as he stood. "You got a really tight asshole for a nigger as old as you. Hell, it's tight even for a teenager! Damn! I barely lasted a minute!"
Bernadine looked up at the white man zipping his fly back up. She glanced at his negro maid. The expression on Beulah's face told her she was forgetting something.
"Uh, thank you, sir," Bernadine said softly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
Beulah's face softened and she nodded approvingly at the kneeling black woman. Bernadine only felt shame at the compliments. Her asshole throbbed and her pussy still burned from the harsh waxing that had stripped it bald. She felt like a used whore.
James reached down and patted Bernadine on the head like an owner petting his dog. The negress looked down at the floor, humiliated.
"It was my pleasure," he said warmly. "Good girl." He paused. "Well, I've got to go get a shower and shave. Hot date tonight."
"Is you takin' Miss Marcy out agin, Massa?" Beulah asked.
"Yep," James replied. "Another evening of dining and dancing."
"Do dat be weddin' bells I hear, suh?" teased the old negro housekeeper.
Bernadine's knees ached from kneeling from kneeling so long and wished James would just go so she could get up and leave.
"Oh, you never know...," smiled James. "She's definitely trying to move things in that direction."
"You couldn't be doin' better 'n dat Miss Marcy, suh," Beulah advised him. "Dat be one fine lady. So purty. An' so 'spectable."
"Yes, Beulah," he laughed. "I know she's got your approval."
"Massa James!" Beulah was flustered. "It ain't my place to be approvin' no white lady! I's sorry if'n I be soundin' uppity, suh!"
"No, no," said James, shaking his head. "I know you're a good nigger and know your place, Beulah. No offense taken."
"Thank you, suh," the older negress said with relief.
Bernadine felt as if she'd turned invisible in their eyes. She was just a piece of furniture as far as James and Beulah were concerned. Once the white man had finished using her, he'd simply forgotten that she was there, naked and kneeling in the middle of his living room.
"Okay, Beulah, I want you to put a shine on my black oxfords," he ordered her. "I want to look sharp tonight. I'll be down shortly."
"Yes, suh!" Beulah replied. "I'll come fetch 'em right away."
Bernadine, kneeling and forgotten watched as James and Beulah left the room. After a few minutes, the naked negress was about to get up and stretch her legs when Lindsey suddenly appeared.
"I bet nobody told you you could get up," the white girl admonished her. "Beulah's right. You aren't hardly trained at all. Stay on your knees while your better addresses you, nigger."
Bernadine bowed her head, shamed at being spoken to this way by a snotty girl young enough to be her daughter. She was humiliated that she had to just kneel and take it. The white girl stood so close to her that her head was almost brushing against her dress.
"Look at you," sneered Lindsey. "What is it that our men see in apes like you? I think it's 'cause you're just animals an' they can do whatever they want with you. A decent woman won't let a man do just anything to her. It isn't proper. No white woman's gonna take a man's thing in her mouth! But I bet you do. I bet you just bend over and take it right up your black ass! And I bet you love it. Nasty animal. Dirty nigger."
Bernadine fought to control her anger. She had an urge to take the white girl and choke her. It just wasn't fair, she thought. It's not fair that she's been reduced to taking insults from the likes of Lindsey.
The white girl bent forward and reached her hands down to the negro's saggy breasts and grabbed them by the nipples. Bernadine gasped at the suddenness of it.
"I think it's the udders," mused Lindsey, tugging hard on Bernadine's tender flesh. "Those big floppy cow udders. Men just can't seem to get enough of them."
"Owww!" cried Bernadine, wincing in pain.
"Awww..." Lindsey mocked her and tugged harder. "Do it hurt? Does the nigger's udders hurt now?"
"Yes, ma'am," rasped the colored woman. "Please stop."
"No," stated Lindsey, grinning. "I want to hurt you. I like hurting you. Beg me to do it more. Tell me you like it. Maybe I'll stop then."
The sadism exhibited by the white girl shocked Bernadine. But her only thought was how to make the pain stop.
"Please, ma'am," begged Bernadine, "please hurt me more. I like it. Please, ma'am."
Lindsey pulled up on Bernadine's nipples, stretching her breasts upwards as far as they'd go. Tears streamed down her face. Finally the white girl lost her grasp and the negro's heavy mammaries fell back to her chest.
"Maybe later," Lindsey sniffed. "I'm bored with it now. I think I'll go take a dip in the pool."
The blonde left the room just as Beulah returned carrying a pair of men's black dress shoes.
"Alright, git up, you," said the black maid. "Massa ain't got no mo' time fo' you. An' I got work to do. You better not o' been sassin' Miss Lindsey. I be takin' da belt to yo' black ass if'n I hear you was."
Bernadine struggled to her feet and followed Beulah out of the living room and down the hall. The older woman stopped when she got to the laundry room and faced her.
"Yo' fancy clothes is on da floor in da kitchen, Mrs. Johnson" she told her. "So git dressed an' go. Massa's through wit' yo' ass fo' now. You knows da way out."
Without another word, Bernadine went to the kitchen and dressed. She went out to her car and started for home. The file folder she'd been instructed to bring was still on the passenger seat. Well, she thought, she'd just have to bring it tomorrow. She squirmed around trying to find a comfortable position to sit, but it was no use.
* * *
Later that evening Bernadine's ass was still throbbing from the fucking by the attorney. Her pussy burned from the waxing by his maid. And her breasts still ached from the abuse by his daughter. Finally, she decided to fill the bathtub with warm water and just soak until the pain subsided.
Suddenly, Bernadine was startled by a knocking on the bathroom door. She realized she must have dozed off and the water was already tepid.
"Mama?" came Taneesha's voice through the door.
"What is it, Neesha," Bernadine answered groggily.
"Mister Hutz called an' said he's comin' over to pick up some file you got," came the reply. "He said he'd be here in a couple minutes."
The folder! It was still on the front seat of her car. And now he was coming over.
Bernadine didn't want to keep the lawyer waiting for fear of him coming in and her family seeing the degrading way he treated her. She got out of the tub and threw on an old threadbare pink bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Taneesha was outside the door when her mother emerged.
"I hear a car in da driveway," said Taneesha. "You want me to tell him to wait?"
"No, baby," Bernadine told her. "I'll take care of it. It'll only take a minute. You just stay here."
The black woman hurried down the stairs and looked out the kitchen door. It was dark out, but she could clearly see James Hutz's black Mercedes was sitting there next to her own car. She debated putting more clothing on, but didn't want to spend the time on it. She just tied the sash tight and went outside the way she was, naked under her robe.
James was on his way towards the door when Bernadine came out. She glanced at the car and could see Marcy looking out the window at her, smiling, her lipstick was bright red. The brunette lowered the window with an electric hum and watched as the negress went to her own car.
Bernadine opened the passenger side door of the Volvo and picked the folder up off the seat. When she turned around and handed it to James, the white lady was climbing out of the Mercedes.
Marcy wore a long black evening dress with thin straps holding it up. After her first step, Bernadine could see that the dress had a slit all the way up the thigh, revealing the slender brunette's creamy white flesh and high heeled shoes.
"So, this is the new office girl," smiled Marcy, her green eyes sparkling.
The white lady stopped in front of Bernadine and reached out and grabbed the sash holding the colored woman's robe closed. She pulled on it and the knot came undone. Marcy proceeded to open the pink housecoat wide, revealing the negress's nude form.
"Well, well!" she exclaimed, her eyes roving over Bernadine's naked body. "When I said she looked old last time, I thought she was my age. But, no! She's in wonderful shape considering she's got kids as old as Lindsey."
Bernadine was almost in shock. She couldn't believe she was actually standing here in her driveway while an elegantly dressed white lady, twenty years her junior, held her robe open, exposing her to the world. She was embarrassed to the extreme, and the fact that she had no alternative but to stand there and take it while this young woman examined her was totally humiliating.
Marcy put a finger to Bernadine's lips and gently traced them with the tip. Her hand moved down to the black woman's breast and caressed it.
"Are you going to use her now, Jim?" asked Marcy without taking her eyes off of Bernadine. "If I were a man, I'd want to use her. Now."
"Uh...," stammered James. "You don't mind?"
"Why should I mind?" replied Marcy, her voice sultry. "I know how you get when you need sexual relief. And you know I can't help you with that until you're my husband. We've got a night of dancing ahead of us, and I'd prefer to have you relaxed."
"Well..., my ex-wife wasn't so... enlightened," he explained. "Helen... was always jealous of my... interests."
"Jealous?" Marcy raised her eyebrows. "Of a female like this? Whatever for? It's not like you're in the arms of another woman, making love to her. You're relieving yourself in a cum dump. Was she jealous of your hand if you jerked off in the shower?"
Bernadine seethed at the comparison. How dare this woman call her a cum dump! If she didn't need the money from her job so desperately, she thought, she'd slap the smirk off this bitch's face! Marcy squeezed the black woman's breast gently and put her finger back on the negro's thick lips.
"Now, if you kissed these luscious lips," purred Marcy, "maybe I would be jealous."
Suddenly Marcy dropped her hand and leaning forward, kissed Bernadine square on the lips. The colored woman was stunned and didn't resist when she felt the brunette's tongue push into her mouth. She could feel the white lady's hand go back to her breasts, softly caressing them.
Releasing her grip, Marcy traced her finger tip around Bernadine's bare nipple and then softly dragged her nail across it, causing the black woman to inhale sharply. The feeling wasn't pain. It was like an electric shock that she felt through her body.
Marcy giggled at Bernadine's reaction and let her hand go lower. She brushed her fingers over the negress's pubic mound, sending another shudder through the black woman's body.
"Mmmm," cooed the brunette, reaching between Bernadine's legs. "Beulah did an excellent job on her pussy. She's smooth as a little girl."
The white woman's finger run softly along the negro's pussy lips. Bernadine then felt Marcy flick her clit with her finger nail. The sensation from it made her legs quiver. Marcy giggled again.
"So, Jim...," Marcy started, "aren't you gonna fuck her? She's wet and ready for you."
"Fuck her?!" exclaimed the attorney. "Are you sure you're ok with that?"
"Of course I am," replied the white lady. "I'm the one you took to dinner for champagne and filet mignon. I'm the one you'll be taking dancing afterwards. From my perspective, she's just the one paying for the date. So, go ahead and fuck her. I'll wait in the car and fix my face for you."
Without warning, Marcy kissed Bernadine again, forcing her tongue into the negress's mouth. The black woman could feel the brunette's finger on her pussy, gently stroking her and flicking her clit. In spite of herself, she could feel herself getting turned on.
And just as suddenly, Marcy broke contact with her. The white woman smiled, her green eyes sparkling, her bright red lipstick smeared. Bernadine knew it must be all over her face as well and blushed. Embarrassed that she had another woman's lipstick on her. Humiliated that she was aroused by it.
Marcy walked back to the car door, her hips swaying seductively. Bernadine couldn't take her eyes off her. As the white woman opened the door and got back in the car, James put his hand in the middle of the negress's back and unceremoniously pushed her onto the hood of the Mercedes. She felt him nudge her legs apart further with his foot, but her eyes were on the brunette as she settled into the passenger seat.
Bernadine heard the sound of James' zipper and quickly felt her robe lifted up. Instantly, the head of his dick at the entrance to her sex. He filled her easily in a single stroke while she watched Marcy fix her lipstick in the mirror on the sun visor. The light from it illuminated the pretty brunette's face while the white man pounded into the negro's pussy.
Marcy finished primping and looked into Bernadine's eyes and smiled seductively. The colored woman felt the brunette's look the same way she'd felt the white lady's finger nail on her clit. James bucked his hips into the negress making her hanging breasts sway back in forth, her nipples occasionally bumping against the hood of his car. For the first time in years, she actually felt an orgasm building up inside her. She struggled to suppress it, but couldn't control herself.
"Uh...," she vocalized softly as her climax hit. "Oh..."
James took no notice and just kept slamming into Bernadine's cunt, harder and harder. Finally he grabbed her hips and pushed into her as far as he could. Her pussy involuntarily squeezed his cock.
"Oh..., yeah...," he murmured. "Fuck..."
The attorney ejaculated in the negro woman's vagina. Two or three strong spurts and he was spent. He stayed inside her until he started to soften and stepped back. He tugged on her robe as he wiped his dick off on the pink material. She could feel his semen running down the inside of her leg.
Marcy crooked her finger, summoning Bernadine as James zipped up his pants. The negress went to the window and the white lady grabbed her robe and pulled her down to her, looking her in the eye.
"You came, didn't you?" whispered the brunette with a smile. "I could tell."
The black woman was speechless and her face burned with humiliation. Marcy pulled her closer and kissed her again. She released her grasp as James closed the car door and started the engine. Bernadine stood slowly while the car window went back up, the brunette smiling at her the entire time.
Bernadine glanced back at the house as the car backed out of the drive way. For a second she caught a glimpse of Taneesha's face looking out the kitchen door window, but then she disappeared. The colored woman's face flushed hot again with embarrassment. Her daughter has seen what just happened! She was mortified.
The Mercedes pulled into the street and drove off. Bernadine fastened the sash and went into the house. She saw her reflection in the glass of the kitchen door window and saw her face was smeared with Marcy's red lipstick and the shame she felt burned anew. How could she face her daughter after what the girl had just witnessed? What could she say to her?
Bernadine made her way to the bathroom and spent a long time washing her face. The lipstick was gone soon enough, but the feel of the white woman's lips on hers wouldn't wash off. And the lump in her throat wouldn't go away.
It was late, and Bernadine was exhausted from the day's ordeals. On her way to her room she passed where the girls slept, and heard a creaking noise. Poking her head in, she could see that her younger daughter was under the covers. At first she thought Taneesha was squirming around trying to get comfortable, but then she realized what was going on and quietly closed the door.
It seemed that both mother and daughter got some unexpected stimulation that night, she thought as she got to her own room. Bernadine turned off the light and climbed into bed. Visions of Marcy's smiling face filled her thoughts and she could still feel James's dick pounding her. It was quite a while before she finally drifted off to sleep.
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