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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
The past few days had been a relief for Bernadine. Her employer, James Hutz, had been out of town. The black woman had a chance to do the kind of work that allowed her to imagine herself a professional office administrator and not just an object of sexual gratification. The buzz of the office intercom startled her.
"Mrs. Johnson," came the voice of the attorney, "what are you working on now?"
So, he was back, Bernadine thought gloomily. She knew that the late night visits would likely be starting up again.
"The Williston contract," she replied to the speaker phone.
"Drop it and come here," said James. "I've got a meeting with an important client in an hour and I want you to take care of something for me before I go."
"Yes, sir," sighed Bernadine. "I'm on my way."
The professionally dressed black woman pushed her chair back from her desk and walked out of her office and down the hall. Her high heels clacked on the hard wood floor. She could see Terri the receptionist talking on the phone as she passed. James's office door was open and she walked in.
"Shut the door, girl," he instructed her.
Girl. So that relationship was going to move into the office, too, she realized with resignation. At least he was keeping it behind closed doors.
"What can I do for you, sir?" asked Bernadine.
"This meeting's a big deal and I've gotta bust a quick one before I go," explained the attorney as he unzipped his fly. "Kneel like a good girl and suck me off."
"Yes, sir," replied the negress.
Bernadine's humiliation was like a weight in the pit of her stomach. She knelt before the white man, careful not to get a run in her nylons. His pre cum glistened on the head of his swollen member as it bobbed in front of her face. The colored woman wrapped her hand around the base of his dick and took the tip into her mouth.
"Ahhh...," he sighed. "I've been missing that sweet mouth of yours, girl. I couldn't wait until later or I'd be thinking about those thick nigger lips wrapped around my dick instead of paying attention to what the client's talking about."
The kneeling negro blushed shame faced at the lawyer's words. To him she was a collection of holes to stick his cock into, nothing more. Her office, her expensive wool suit and silk blouse, even the busy work he gave her to do were all pretense. Bernadine was an office whore and she knew it. She started slowly stroking his cock with her hand while she slurped noisily on the head of it.
"Do that thing with my nut sack," gasped James. "God, how I love that!"
Bernadine thought about how she'd never even treated her own husband to such pleasures and used her free hand to gently caress James's balls. She could feel his cock twitch in response to her touch.
"Oh, yeah..." he moaned. "That's it..."
The negress stroked faster and began bobbing her head on the white man's dick, determined to get him off and get this degrading act over with. She felt him tense up and she braced herself.
"Uh! Fuck!" he exclaimed, shooting off into her mouth.
Three or four spurts of semen hit Bernadine in the back of her throat in quick succession. She gagged and choked on it. Her eyes watered as she gasped for breath.
"Good girl," James praised her, zipping up. "You give great head. But, I gotta go. Don't know when I'll be back. I may want another blow job, so don't go anywhere."
The white attorney quickly gathered some papers from his desk and shoved them into his briefcase. He snapped it shut and was out the door before Bernadine could even get back on her feet. She felt like a used whore while she brushed off her knees. She noticed a small run in her nylons. An occupational hazard for the office cock sucker, she thought with shame.
Bernadine emerged from James's office and made her way down the hall towards her own. As she passed the receptionist's desk, Terri looked up and smiled at her.
"Terri, is there any more coffee?" Bernadine asked wearily.
"Yes...," the young white woman replied, "uh..., Mrs. Johnson?"
"What is it?" asked the negress.
"You've got something on your lapel," Terri smiled. "I think it's cum."
Bernadine's face blushed hotly. She reached up with one hand and ran her fingertips over the lapel of her designer wool jacket while Terri watched with an amused look on her face. It didn't take long before she felt the wet spots of cooling semen.
"Don't be too embarrassed," Terri consoled her. "You're not the first manager to end up on her knees for Uncle Jim."
"What did you say?" Bernadine was incredulous.
"Don't be so surprised!" laughed the young white woman. "I know what goes on in there. And, thanks to my cousin Lindsey, I know what goes on at his house. I know you need this job bad. And I know you're a nigger."
"Don't you call me that!" objected Bernadine angrily. "I don't care what you think you know or who told you what. I have a master's degree and I was the principal of a high school with over two thousand students. I won't have some secretary treat me with such disrespect!"
"I'm not some secretary, girl," said Terri, her smile fading. "I'm the boss's niece. Your were a big shot principal. Now you're Uncle Jim's fuck toy. Your degree doesn't mean anything. How big a smile you put on his face is all that counts."
"Besides," she continued, "once he starts using the manager in his office it's a good sign she's made the transformation from exciting novelty to just another cum dump. A few words from me and you're history around here. He can find a replacement nigger to suck his dick in five minutes. Where are you gonna find another job that pays like this one?"
Bernadine felt a knot growing in her stomach. She knew every word that Terri said was true. She was completely at the mercy of this white woman who was twenty years her junior. Her powerlessness humiliated her.
"But it doesn't have to be that way," Terri continued, the smile returning to her face. "I'm happy to maintain the fiction that we're somehow equals in this office. I'll smile and say 'yes, Mrs. Johnson' and 'no, Mrs. Johnson' when Uncle Jim is around. But don't you ever forget your place with me. I'm the boss's niece and you're just a nigger. Do we understand each other?"
The black woman thought about collecting her things and walking out of the lawyer's office. But, images of Ebony facing some future Terri filled her mind. She simply couldn't allow her daughter to be in that position. Ever. Bernadine would suck it up and do what was necessary to send the girl to the prestigious college and she would never find herself humbled in the face of some snotty white girl.
"Yes," sighed Bernadine, hanging her head.
"Yes?" Terri prodded. "Yes what? Don't forget your manners."
"Yes, ma'am," the negress's face burned hotly.
"That's better," said Terri cheerfully. "I'm glad we got that bit of unpleasantness out of the way. Now, on to happier things. You can start by fetching me a cup of coffee. You know where it is."
Bernadine turned and walked to the coffee maker in a daze. The young brunette had taken away whatever illusion of professionalism and respectability the black woman had clung to. She'd been reduced to nothing more than a servant, like her mother before her.
"Skim milk and two Sweet 'n Lows, Mrs. Johnson," called Terri. "That's how I like it."
The colored woman fixed the young white lady's coffee to her order and returned with it.
"Aren't you having any?" asked the brunette, taking a sip of the hot beverage.
"No," Bernadine replied. "No, ma'am."
"No matter," shrugged Terri.
Bernadine shifted uncomfortably on her feet while the young white lady drank her coffee. Terri's eyes never left her.
"Tell me," the brunette said conversationally, "have you ever had sex with another woman?"
"I... I'm not a lesbian!" sputtered Bernadine.
"I didn't ask you that," Terri replied, putting her cup down. "It doesn't matter if you're a lesbian. What matters is that you're a nigger. I'm asking if you've been used by another woman before. Now answer me."
"No, ma'am," the black woman answered, her head bowed in defeat.
"Hmmm..." pondered Terri. "I'd like to see your body. Get undressed."
Bernadine looked up quickly.
"Right here?" she asked, a feeling of panic rising inside her.
"Yes, right here," Terri said as if puzzled by her reaction. "Is there a problem with that?"
"No, ma'am," replied Bernadine.
The negress removed her jacket and placed it on a chair. With shaking hands, she unbuttoned her silk blouse. She couldn't look at the white woman as she took it off, putting it on top of her jacket. She slipped off her high heels and then unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Bernadine picked the garment up and piled it on the same chair with the rest of her professional attire. She glanced up to see Terri leaning back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face.
Bernadine pulled her panty hose and panties down together and stepped out of them. Her bare pussy was now exposed to the young white receptionist's gaze and wave of shame went through her body.
"Shaved cunt," chuckled Terri. "Uncle Jim's trademark. I imagine Beulah inspects it every time he sends for you doesn't she?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Bernadine, memories of that particular humiliation flashing through her mind.
"Don't stop now," Terri urged her. "Get the bra off. I want to see those nigger tits Jim likes so much. He loves big boobs. I think it's kind of adolescent of him, but, he is a man, after all."
Bernadine fumbled with the clasp before she got it undone. Finally, she pulled the straps off her shoulders and the bra joined the rest of her clothing on the chair. The negress was now completely naked and standing in the reception area in front of the young white woman.
"Isn't there a certain way you're supposed to display your body to your superiors, girl?" Terri asked expectantly. "I can't imagine Beulah didn't teach it to you."
Superiors. The word echoed in Bernadine's mind as she raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her head.
"There..., that's it!" exclaimed Terri happily. "Delicious! Now turn around. Not too fast. I want to enjoy it."
Utterly humiliated, Bernadine slowly turned around as she'd been instructed. She'd walked through this reception area every day for the past several weeks and it still seemed so normal except for the fact she was completely nude and under the control of the young receptionist.
"Go lock the door, girl," Terri ordered her. "I don't want to be disturbed."
Bernadine walked to the outer door and turned the lock. It was so strange to feel the carpet on her bare feet and the cool office air on her naked skin.
"Stop there," commanded Terri. "Crawl to me."
The black woman could feel her dignity being stripped from her as she sank to her hands and knees. She crawled across the carpet towards the young brunette, her heavy breasts swinging with each step. As she approached her, Terri stood up.
"Pull my panties off," ordered the white woman. "You're going to service me now."
"Please, Terri," pleaded Bernadine. "Please, ma'am. Don't make me do that."
"Now you start complaining?" laughed Terri. "Strutting your stuff in the office and crawling like a dog on the floor isn't a problem. But, telling you to give my pussy some attention and you're all ladylike again?"
Bernadine, still on her hands and knees, hung her head. Why didn't Terri understand? Stripping and crawling were all humiliations she'd become accustomed to. But to perform oral sex on a woman? It was too shameful. Her mind flashed back to the scene in her driveway with Marcy. She remembered how she felt when the white lady kissed her and fondled her pussy. It felt good and she liked it. And that shamed her most of all.
"I'm not asking you, Mrs. Johnson," Terri said sternly. "I'm telling you. Take my panties off. Do it."
Rising to her knees, Bernadine reached up under Terri's short skirt and pulled the white woman's lavender panties down. It was obvious to her that the brunette was aroused. Her scent filled the colored woman's nostrils. The receptionist sat in her chair and lifted her feet as her undergarment was removed.
Terri spread her legs and leaned back. She looked down into Bernadine's face.
"Get to work, nigger," the white woman ordered her. "Service your better."
Her heart pounding, Bernadine leaned forward and worked her head up under Terri's skirt. The brunette's pussy was almost hairless. Only a small tuft of pubic hair was visible above her cleft. The pink lips were completely bare. They were also swollen and her clit poked out from its hood. The negro slowly touched her tongue to the white woman's labia.
"Lick it," Terri commanded huskily.
Bernadine felt the brunette's hands on the back of her head, forcing her between her creamy white thighs. Terri's pussy was soaking wet, and her juices smeared across the black woman's face. She was having difficulty catching her breath, and when she did, the aroma was overpowering.
The black woman stuck her tongue out and started lapping at the brunette's pussy. Terri rewarded her by vigorously humping her face, mashing the negro's broad nose against her crotch. Bernadine gasped for air and sucked it in gratefully whenever she could.
"Uh huh...," Terri moaned, "that's the way... stick it in me..."
Terri squeezed Bernadine's head between her thighs. The negress probed the young brunette's vagina with her tongue, pushing it into her when she found her hole. This just got the white woman bucking her hips with even more energy.
"Oh... yes...," murmured the white woman. "Now lick my clit. Nice and gentle..."
Obediently, Bernadine tried to position herself to comply. She ran her tongue up Terri's slit and found the hard pink nub. Immediately she felt the white woman creaming her face.
"Oh! Ahhh...," Terri cried out.
Bernadine just worked on trying to breathe for the rest of Terri's orgasm. Finally, the brunette released the negro's head from the leg lock she had her in and let her head roll back, her chest heaving. The colored woman sat back on her knees, shocked by the eagerness she'd just displayed while servicing the white receptionist.
"So, 'Please don't make me do that,' huh?" laughed Terri. "I know what your problem is now, Bernadine. Your problem is you're a nigger and you love it. And you hate that. Isn't that right?"
The negress hung her head in shame. Could it be true? No! Bernadine knew she was a proud black woman. It had taken these perverted whites extraordinary coercion to get her to perform these disgusting acts. The very idea that she enjoyed it was repugnant.
"Don't want to answer?" Terri mused, sitting forward. "That's fine. Get up. On your feet, girl. Now!"
Bernadine got to her feet. Her knees were stiff from kneeling and her mouth ached from pleasuring the young white woman. She could feel Terri's juices drying on her face.
"Display!" commanded the brunette. "Do it."
Clasping her fingers together behind her head, Bernadine thrust her chest out and stood with her feet apart as ordered. Terri reached her hand between the negro's legs and stroked her sex.
"Soaked," announced Terri. "Just as I thought. You loved it. Why am I not surprised?"
"I didn't!" objected Bernadine. "I did it because you left me no choice! You think I liked humiliating myself that way?"
Terri applied slightly more force to Bernadine's pussy as she ran her fingers along it. The black woman's legs trembled. The brunette giggled and pressed the flat of her hand against the negro's sex. The proper mother of two humped back at her.
The white woman withdrew her hand and smiled up at Bernadine.
"Lay on your back now, girl," instructed Terri. "Legs open. Now."
As if in a trance, Bernadine lay on the floor and spread her legs. Terri placed the sole of her shoe squarely on the negro's crotch and pushed down. The black woman squirmed under it. Lifting her foot, the brunette kicked the shoe off and put her nylon clad toe right in Bernadine's slit. She moved it up the entire length of her gash and then firmly covered the negress's vagina with her foot and pressed firmly.
Bernadine gasped when she felt Terri's foot rubbing her pussy up and down. The black woman couldn't help but buck her hips along with the rhythm of it even though she tried to fight the urge. Up and down, firmly, but not too hard, the brunette kept it up.
"You like it don't you?" cooed Terri. "You know your place is at my feet."
"No..." Bernadine replied dreamily. "I hate it. I have to do it. I don't like it."
Terri moved her foot faster over Bernadine's cunt. The negress's thrusts in return were unmistakable.
"You don't?" Terri asked. "I'll stop if you want. Ask me to stop and I will. I'll let you get up and get dressed. Is that what you want? Tell me."
The brunette moved her foot down so that she could get at the negro's clit with her big toe. She lightly rubbed it. Bernadine just whimpered and said nothing.
"I can't hear you," teased Terri.
Bernadine moaned and remained speechless. Terri stopped her ministrations and slowly lifted her foot from the colored woman's pussy. The negress pushed her hips up, trying to restore contact.
"I don't think you want me to stop," Terri told her.
The black woman humped frantically into the air, but the brunette had moved too far away. Bernadine whimpered with frustration. Terri waited a few more seconds before replacing her stocking clad foot where the negro desperately wanted it.
A happy dumb look crept over Bernadine's face as she felt Terri's foot back between her legs. She closed her eyes and remembered the feel of Marcy's lips on hers. She breathed in the smell of Terri's pussy that was all over her face. The negro bucked her hips energetically and was met with firm pressure that sent waves of pleasure through her body.
"Oh! Ah!" squealed Bernadine, consumed by her climax. "Ahhh!"
Gradually, her orgasm subsided and her breathing returned to normal. She opened her eyes and saw the ceiling. Glancing around she saw Terri smiling down at her.
"Fetch my panties and help me on with them like a good girl," Terri ordered.
Bernadine rolled onto her side and grabbed the silky undergarment. She got back onto her knees and slid them onto Terri's legs. The white woman stood while the negro pulled them the rest of the way up. She felt the brunette's hand gently caress the side of her face.
"Good girl," Terri praised her. "Now go get cleaned up and put your things back on. There is work to be done here."
Standing, Bernadine could feel the passion of the moment fading. She picked up her clothes and made her way to the small bathroom that was just off the reception area. She washed her face and looked in the mirror. What had just happened? What had she just done? She felt ashamed of herself. However, her pussy was still throbbing with pleasure.
Bernadine brushed the grit from the floor off herself and dressed. She stepped out of the bathroom back into the reception area. Terri was typing. It all seemed so normal. Had she just dreamed it all? But the smell of sex still hung heavy in the air. It had been no dream.
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