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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
Walking home from the school bus stop, Taneesha was surprised to see Jolene's car in the driveway. Ordinarily her aunt would be still be working at the Walker's house along with her grandmother, Henrietta.
The black teenager came in through the side door and found her aunt still dressed in her maid's uniform fixing herself a sandwich.
"Well, hello, girl!" Jolene greeted her. "How's school?"
"Jus' fine, Lena," replied Taneesha. "How come you home so early?"
"Da whole Walker fam'ly left town to go visitin'," Jolene told her. "So big mama an' me come on home after we got done wit' da cleanin'. Ain't nothin' mo' fo' us to be doin' dere."
"Big mama's home, too?" asked Taneesha.
"Yeah, but she be tired an' went to go lay down," Jolene answered. "How's about you, girl? I heared you got some white boy from da school fo' a boyfriend now. Dat right?"
"He ain't 'xactly my boyfriend," Taneesha corrected her.
"No?" Jolene responded. "Well, I guess I ain't too su'prised to be hearin' dat. Ain't no colored girl gonna have no white boyfriend in dis town. Least ways, not 'xactly."
The big black woman smiled knowingly at her niece as she sat at the kitchen table. Taneesha blushed with the realization that Jolene probably understood what she meant.
"It ain't like dat," lied Taneesha, sitting down across the table from her aunt. "We jus' friends, dat's all."
"Uh huh," Jolene's smile continued. "Whatever you say, girl. Let me tell you somethin'. I knows how white boys is, Neesha. No white girl's gonna give dem no pussy or nothin' 'til dey married. Any white girl dat do is gonna get a reputation an' ain't no boy'll want her no mo'. Least wise not fo' a wife."
"Now, a colored girl's diff'rent," explained the big black woman. "Ain't nobody gonna think nothin' o' some nigga spreadin' her legs fo' some man. Hell, dey 'spect it! As far as dem white folks be thinkin', niggas is jus' like animals. An' animals jus' do what come natural to 'em. Ain't no shame in it. It's jus' how it be."
"So, dem white boys, dey want some pussy. It ain't no nigga's place to refuse a white man from havin' what he got a natural right to. So it ain't like no colored girl's gotta be no white boy's girlfriend to give dat pussy up to him."
Taneesha was a little shocked to hear Jolene telling her essentially the same thing as Ora Lee had. She'd never really talked to her aunt about such things and had assumed that she had a simular attitude as her mother. She also couldn't help but get a little aroused at the older woman's words.
"But what 'bout you?" Taneesha asked wide eyed. "Would you let some white boy jus' use you dat way?"
"You think all I do up to da Walker's place is cookin' an cleanin'?" winked Jolene. "I gots both dem white men usin' me near every day! Massa George jus' can't git 'nough o' dis nigga's poontang! An' his daddy been usin' me since I's yo' age. Hell, dat ol' man gots my cherry back in da day!"
"Wow!" exclaimed Taneesha, her jaw dropped. "How'd he do dat wit'out yo' mama findin' out?"
"Damn, girl!" replied Jolene. "Who you think be settin' it up? You gots to un'erstan' 'bout how it is here. My mama been servin' dat fam'ly since 'fore I's born. An' when a nigga be servin' a white fam'ly, dey gonna git used like dat. When da maid's girls be ol' enough, da massa gits to look 'em over an' use 'em if'n he like what he see. Dat's how it was fo' me."
"Same thin' for da massa's boys," she went on. "Sometimes da girls, too! A nigga ain't got no choice in da matter, no how. You either go along to git along or you jus' git. Massa George, he be usin' me almost as long as his daddy did."
"So, how come you still work dere?" asked Taneesha. "Couldn't you find nothin' else?"
"I ain't never looked fo' nothin' else!" laughed Jolene. "You think I don't like havin' dem white men wantin' me?"
"I 'members when my mama took me up to see Massa Walker one night," Jolene recalled. "I had to git butt naked an' show off my stuff fo' him. I's embarrassed, bein' naked while him an' mama was still wearin' dere clothes. Den he had me bend over his desk an' he took me right dere like dat! Wit' mama standin' right dere, tellin' me how to do it right. But, girl, my coochie was creamin' somethin' fierce! Dat white man, all rich an' important, wanted me! You shoulda seen da look on his face! He wanted me bad!"
"Las' time he be havin' me was las' night 'fore we come home!" the big black woman exclaimed. "Like I says, dat white man still can't git enough o' me. An dat feels real good, girl. I ain't wanna work nowheres else."
Taneesha's face was flushed while she squeezed her thighs together thinking about Jolene getting used by Mister Walker. Of course, in her mind, it was she, not her aunt, that was getting the white man so aroused that he had to have her. The big black woman looked into the teenager's face and continued to display a knowing smile.
"I think you gettin' all worked up, girl," Jolene told her. "If I din't know better, I'd be thinkin' you a nigga, too. I figured yo' mama woulda raised you different, but you ain't no different'n me."
"What do you mean, Lena?" Taneesha blushed. "I ain't worked up!"
"Da hell you ain't!" crowed Jolene. "You workin' dat coochie right now, girl! You know what I think? I think you knows 'xactly what I's talkin' 'bout. I think dat white boy o' yours is usin' yo' black ass. An' I think you like it. Tell me I's lyin'!"
"It ain't like that!" protested Taneesha, her face hot. "He's real nice. He likes me. An' I like him."
"Dat don't mean nothin'!" countered Jolene. "You kin like each other fine an' he kin still be usin' you like a nigga. Dat just makes it even better, dat's all! But, don't mind me none, girl. You jus' go 'head an' tell me how it is."
The black teenager struggled with herself. She felt that Jolene was a kindred spirt, but at the same time she was her mother's sister.
"You ain't gonna tell my mama?" Taneesha asked sheepishly. "You right dat she din't raise me to be servin' white boys like a ... like a nigga."
"Hell no!" replied Jolene. "I ain't gonna tell her nothin'. It ain't none o' her business, no how. Dina's all stuck up an' don't un'erstan how it is. But, I's startin' to think you do."
Encouraged, the colored girl decided to share her secret with her aunt.
"Well, his name's Stuart," Taneesha started. "He gots some class wit' Ebony. He was helpin' her wit' somethin' fo' da class, but he was wantin' her to let him kinda use her. He wanted her to git naked fo' him an' let him feel her up an' even suck his dick."
"I bet dat jus' pissed her off!" Jolene laughed. "Yo' big sista's jus' like mine is."
"You got dat right," agreed Taneesha. "She kinda went along wit' him a little, but den she wanted to play him fo; da fool an' stand him up 'cause she din't like him at all. Said he's a pervert an' a nerd. But, when she tol' me what he wanted, all I's could do was think how much I wanted to do all dat. So, I went an' met him instead."
"You did?!" exclaimed Jolene. "Good fo' you, girl! He get freaky wit' you?"
"Yeah," Taneesha replied bashfully. "I tol' him what Ebony did an' how I wanted it even if she din't. Den I tol' him wanted to ... service him."
"I bet he liked dat!" Jolene grinned. "White boys love dat kinda talk!"
"He's gettin' hard, I could tell," Taneesha went on. "An' I's gettin' wet. I got a friend ... Ora Lee ... she likes servin' white boys ... well ... an' girls, too. She tol' me how to be talkin'. So's I's callin' him sir an' bein' real respectful. He asked me why I's doin' all dat an why I wanted to serve him."
"What you tell him?" Jolene wanted to know.
"I tol' him it be 'cause I's a nigga," replied Taneesha.
"I bet he 'bout nutted right den an' dere!" laughed Jolene.
The teenager was quickly warming to her aunt. At last she'd found an adult who understood how she felt. Unlike her mother and sister. Taneesha felt comfortable talking to Jolene. She was more like the big sister she wished she had.
"Not den," Taneesha said. "He wanted me to suck his cock. So I got on my knees an' took his dick out o' his pants. I's gonna suck it, but he nutted 'fore I could git it in my mouf. He got it all over my face."
"I guess you had his ass worked up good, girl!" Jolene exclaimed. "Dat happens all da time wit' boys. Dey got dat hair trigger dick. I kinda like it, really. I want 'em to like what I's doin' an' I guess dat means dey liked it alot!"
"He's all embarrassed," Taneesha continued. "He's all apologizing' an everythin'. But, like you's sayin', I tol' him it's a compliment an' I's happy to wear his cum an' not to worry none 'bout it."
"Good girl," Jolene told her. "You done it jus' right. When a white man be usin' me, it's all 'bout his pleasure. I don't want him feelin' bad 'bout me or hisself. Dat ain't right."
"It made him feel better," replied Taneesha. "An' dat made me feel better. An' I tol' him I's still gonna do what he wants. So he took me to his house. His folks ain't home."
"Dis is gittin' good, girl!" Jolene grinned again. "I never woulda guessed what a hot li'l nigga you is!"
The colored girl had completely relaxed and decided to share the most important secret with the big black woman.
"He gots my cherry, Lena," Taneesha said softly. "I wanted him to have it. He's a nice boy an' I like bein' his nigga."
"Well, how 'bout dat!" Jolene responded. "Dina's li'l girl's all growed up. I kin un'erstan why you ain't tellin' yo' mama 'bout dis. She'd jus' shit! But, I knows jus' how you feels, girl. Dere's jus' somethin' 'bout lettin' go an' givin' a man whatever he wants... lettin' him use you how he likes. It gets me all worked up an' makes me wanna do it even more."
Just then Henrietta walked into the kitchen. Taneesha was startled a little to see her grandmother and was instantly concerned about how much she'd heard.
"What's got you all worked up now, girl?" asked Henrietta, shaking her head with a smile. "I swears it don't take much!"
"Mama!" exclaimed Jolene, smiling in mock indignation. "You gonna give yo' gran'baby da wrong idea 'bout me!"
"Oh, hush!" replied Henrietta. "I ain't doin' no such thing! Now what is it y'all is talkin' 'bout that gots you all worked up?"
"Neesha's got herself a white boy!" Jolene announced. "We was all thinkin' she jus' a bashful li'l girl! An', da whole time, it seems like she a hot li'l nigga!"
"Dat right, Neesha?" asked Henrietta, her eyebrow raised.
"Lena!" cried Taneesha, "you promised you wouldn't tell!"
"I said I ain't gonna tell yo' mama." Jolene explained. "I ain't said I ain't gonna tell my mama."
"Don't you worry none 'bout dat, child," Henrietta spoke. "I knows better'n to tell Dina 'bout it. Dat girl jus' git all upset an' fly off da handle. Now tell me 'bout dis white boy."
"He's jus' some boy from school, dat's all," Taneesha said quietly. "I kinda likes him so I's kinda doin' what he wants."
"Kinda doin' what he wants?" Henrietta repeated back to her granddaughter. "Sounds like you servin' dis white man."
"I guess I is, big mama," admitted Taneesha. "But, he's a nice boy. He din't make me do nothin' I din't wanna do."
"How you mean, child?" Henrietta wanted to know. "You ain't tellin' no white man what you ain't gonna do is you?"
"Well," Taneesha blushed, "I guess dere weren't nothin' he wanted me to do dat I ain't wanna do."
"I's glad to hear dat," said Henrietta. "You gots to know dat it ain't no nigga's place to be sayin' no to no white man. If you wit' some white man, you gots to do like he says an' let him do like he wants. Dat's jus' how it is. 'Specially here."
The colored girl had an inkling that her grandmother was old school and would understand her desire to serve Stuart. Taneesha was encouraged by the fact that not only did Henrietta understand it, she expected it! The black teenager felt her clit tingle as she was aroused by the old woman's words.
"Yes, big mama," replied Taneesha. "I ain't gonna say no to him."
"Dat's a good girl," smiled Henrietta. "You serve yo' white man good, an' he gonna be good to you. An' even if he ain't, it be his right to use his nigga like he pleases. It be yo' place to please him da best you kin."
"I be tryin' to do dat," Taneesha assured her. "I be tellin' him dat I do what he wants. An' I done everythin' he said."
"I learned at a young age dat's da way to git along, child," Henrietta told her. "Back den, things was diff'rent. You had to do like da white man says or you ain't gonna eat."
"Jus' after I gots married," continued the old black woman, "yo' gran' daddy an' me was wantin' our own place. We couldn't make 'nough money jus' workin' in de fields. We heared dat da mill was hirin', so I go'd dere lookin' fo' work."
* * *
I's wearin' my best dress an' hat, but I gots to ride dere in da back o' a truck goin' into town. Back den, ain't hardly nobody gots dere own car. Not colored folks, anyways. I come alone 'cause yo' gran' daddy had to work da fields an' couldn't be takin' no time off.
When I gots to da mill where dey was hirin', dere was a long line o' colored folks waitin'. I got in line an' waited. Dat line din't move at all fo' over a hour. Dese white men was lookin' us over fo' a time. Den dis fat one wearin' a light colored suit an' hat wit' round gold rimmed glasses went down da line pickin' out da young woman folk. Den he gots to me.
"You a pretty young thing," he says. "Da boss man need some maids up to his house. Ain't near as hard work as in da mill. Pays more, too. You int'rested?"
"Yes suh, I's int'rested," says me. "What I gotta do?"
"Well, right now you gotta go wit' da others to get in'erviewed," he says. "Boss man gonna come look you all over an decide which ones he wants. He likes sweet young negro girls like you."
Da fat man was grinnin' an' sweatin' an' givin' me da willies, but it still sounded better'n workin' in dat mill. So's I goes wit' dem men an' da ten or so other colored girls to meet da boss man. We goes to dis big room where dey got boxes all packed an' ready to go, but it mainly be empty. It so big, it kinda intimidatin'.
"All right, ladies," said da fat man, "boss man's gonna wanna see what y'all gots to offer. So take dem clothes off an' git naked."
I's su'prised by dat, 'cause what dat gotta do wit' bein' a maid? Course, dat boss man prob'ly gots more'n cookin' an' cleanin' in mind fo' his nigga maid. Maybe da fat man jus' likes seein' naked colored girls. But, I needs da money, so, I starts gittin' my dress off. Not all da girls is doin' it. One o' dem even complains.
"How come we gotta git naked?" she was askin'. "What kinda job is dis?"
"It's a job where y'all do like you told, girl," da fat man tol' her. "If'n you ain't like it, you kin jus' go git back in line fo' a mill job. Dere ain't dat many maid jobs any how, so if'n you ain't want it, dere plenty o' niggas here who does. Now, git!"
She was startin' to 'pologize, but dat fat man weren't gonna hear it. We all watched while dat girl went 'head an' marched outta dere. Da rest o' us kept on strippin' 'til we's all naked as jay birds.
Dey make us all stand side by side in a line fo' a spell while we's waitin' fo' da boss man. After a time, here he come. It be da first time I ever sees Massa Walker. Course he ain't much older'n me, so back den he's young an' kinda handsome all in his shirt an' tie.
So, he go up to da first girl, a tall skinny nigga wit' short hair an' real dark skin.
"What's your name, girl," he says all casual like.
"Eloise, suh," she tells him, all embarrassed havin' no clothes on.
"Well, ain't you a pretty one?" he smiles at her. "Open your mouth up, girl. Let's have a look at them teeth."
Eloise opens up her mouth an' Massa Walker, he's peekin' inside, makin' sho' she ain't got no rotten teef. I kin tell she's blushin' havin' him examinin' her dat way. Den he puts his hands on her titties, squeezin' 'em an' liftin' 'em up. She kinda shuddered when he put his hand 'tween her legs, checkin' her coochie.
I guess he liked it 'cause he had her git up on dis big ol' wooden desk in front o' everybody. Eloise had to git on her knees an' bend over so he could git a better look at her coochie. Den he had her spread her ass cheeks out an' we could all see her asshole peekin' out! I's embarrassed fo' da poor girl, but Massa Walker, he just look her over real close like an' tell her to git down.
He moved on to da next girl an' did things pretty much da same. When he got to da next one after dat, he musta not liked what he saw, 'cause he made her pick up her clothes an' git. Finally he gets to me.
"What's your name, girl?" he asked me.
"Etta, suh," I tells him.
"Etta, huh?" he says, smilin'. "You a little plump there, girl. But, I like that jus' fine."
I ain't knowin' what to say to dat, so's I jus' hush up an' ain't sayin' nothin'.
"Open that mouth up, girl," says Massa Walker.
I done like he say, but let me tell you I's real embarrassed to be doin' it. I's all naked wit' my titties an' ass jus' hangin' out dere while dis white man I ain't knowed be pokin' 'round in my mouf. It made me feel like some kinda cow or horse or somethin' bein' treated like dat. I tries to look away from him.
Den I feel his hands up underneath my titties, liftin' 'em up like he's tryin' to guess how much dey weigh. He pinches my nipples, gettin' 'em all hard.
"Nice udders, girl," he says to me. "Best pair in the whole lot, I think."
I's shamed havin' him talk dat way to me. Callin' my titties udders like I's some kinda milk cow! He mus' figure he's givin' me a compliment! But, he da white man, an' he kin do like he pleases. Don't matter what some nigga thinks 'bout it.
"Thank you, suh," I says, still lookin' away from him.
It kinda shocked me when he put his hand 'tween my legs. I opened 'em up a little mo' so's he could git hisself a good feel o' my stuff.
"Nice coochie, too," he says, smilin'. "Go git up on that desk, Etta. I wanna git a better look at what you got."
Let me tell you, dat was embarrassin'! Climbin' up on dat big wooden desk all naked wit' Massa Walker an' dose other white mens lookin' at me! Da other colored girls was there, too, but I knowed dey be up here soon 'nough. So, dere I is up on my knees, bent over, my coochie dere for all to see!
"Spread them cheeks," he says. "Let's see dat asshole, girl."
I knows I ain't got no choice if'n I want dat maid job. So I do like he says an' spread my ass fo' him even though it be humiliatin' as hell! I feels his hand on my coochie an' den up my butt crack. I ain't got not choice but to take it.
"Etta, you ain't never had a man's dick up your ass, have you?" he asked.
An' he was talkin' like he was askin' if I ever had da mumps! It was shameful, but I had to answer him.
"No, suh," I says. "Dats nasty!"
"If you're gonna be my maid, you're gonna have to get used to doin' some nasty things," he says, laugin'. "You sure you want the job?"
Well, even wit' da nasty shit he was gonna do, it was a sight better'n workin' in dat mill.
"Yes, suh," I tol' him. "I want da job. I do like you say, boss."
"Good girl," he says, still laughin'.
Den he slap me on da ass, not hard, but everybody could hear it. I was blushin'.
"Okay, hop on down, girl," he says.
I got down from dat desk an' went back to where I's standin' before. I's watchin' while he go down da line, doin' pretty much da same thing wit' each girl. He sent a couple mo' away 'fore he's done.
"Well, I got jobs for five girls up to my place," Massa Walker announced. "An' seein' as how there's six o' you left, I gotta decide which o' y'all I'm gonna keep. I'll jus' see which o' you got the best poontang. Y'all come up here an' bend over the desk. There's room for two on the front, two on the back, an' one on each end. Make yourselves ready, girls."
We's all lookin' 'round all shocked like. None o' us could believe he was actually gonna stick his dick up in each o' us one after da other! But, dat's jus' what he's doin'! Dat skinny girl, Eloise, started on up dere to da desk an bent over it, restin' herself on top o' it. We all followed an' found a spot to stand. None o' us could bear to look at da others, it was so shameful. But, we's already come dat far, so what's a little more gonna hurt?
Massa Walker stood up behind Eloise, an unzipped his pants. Da rest o' us couldn't help but look den. He stepped up to her an' she kinda cries out a little. From dat, an' by da look on her face, I kin tell he be inside her. He jus' fucked dat girl for a few seconds, jus' a few strokes, an' he stops.
"Not too bad," he says. "Kinda dry, but nice an' tight."
Next he comes to me. I's still shocked at what's goin' on. Here, I's a married woman an' dis white man's gonna do his bidness in me! I figured if he knew dat, maybe he'd jus' do somethin' else short a dat.
"I's a married woman, suh," I tells him. "I be grateful if'n you let me do somethin' else. I kin suck on yo' dick fo' you. I knows my husband ain't gonna like dat, but it ain't so shameful as havin' another man have his way wit' my coochie."
"There ain't nothin shameful about takin' a white man's dick in you, Etta," he says. "An' if you wanna work for me, you better get used to the idea. So, you gonna offer up that poontang or not, girl?"
I felt a lump in my throat an' in da pit o' my belly, but I ain't got no choice.
"Yes, suh," I says. "I's gonna do it."
I bent over dat desk an' opened my legs up fo' him. I felt his dick at my hole, den he jus' jammed it right in. I's pretty dry an' it hurt, but I ain't say nothin' more or even let on. It was da most shameful thing I ever done up to den. It seemed like he's inside o' me for a long time, but really it only be a minute 'fore he pulls out.
He goes up to da next girl an' her eyes git big an' I see a tear in her eye.
"Please, suh!" she begs. "I's a virgin! I's savin' it fo' my husband... We's gonna be married on Saturday. Can't I do dis after my weddin' night? I do it den. I gots to git dis job!"
"You're Velma, ain't you girl?" he asks her.
"Yes, suh," she says back.
"Well, Velma," he tells her, "this here's yo' only chance. If you want this job, you gonna take it. You want it?"
"Yes, suh," says Velma, her voice cracking.
"Good," he says. "Hold still now."
"Ah!" she yelps, hurtin'.
"Damn! You gotta a tough cherry there, Velma," he says. "I's doin' your man a favor makin' it easier on him for Saturday night!"
Massa Walker took a few more strokes in Velma's coochie 'fore he pull out. Poor girl was tryin' not to cry, but couldn't help but sniffle an 'let a few tears go.
He move on to da next girl an' den da next, 'til he done stuck his dick in each o' us. He stands dere fo' a minute, an' den went up an' stuck his dick in Velma. Poor girl started cryin' all over agin.
"I gotta bust a nut in one o' you," he says. "Might as well be you, girl."
He musta been close to bustin' already, 'cause it was only a minute 'fore he grunted an' dumped his load in da bride to be. Soon as he was done, he stepped back an' zipped up.
"I can't decide which o' you girls to let go," he says. "So, I'm jus' gonna keep you all! Be up to my house in da morning ready fo' work. Don't worry 'bout what to wear, we got maid clothes for all o' you. See to it you got your coochies shaved bare, though. I don't like my poontang all hairy."
An' wit' dat, he left. Dat fat man has us git dressed an' sends us out. I caught a ride back home on another truck headed dat way. I did hafta walk da last couple miles...
* * *
"So, I's all happy to be gittin' da job," Henrietta continued. "So I couldn't wait to tell yo' gran' daddy 'bout it. I never did tell him how dat white man shamed me. I learned quick dat dat's da way it is. When da white man wants you, you might as well take it an' like it, 'cause you gonna git it any how."
"Wow!" exclaimed Taneesha. "Dey could do jus' like dey wanted wit' you back den!"
"Don't think dey dat diff'rent now, girl," Henrietta replied. "Dese white men today like dat poontang same as den. Dey jus' can't be quite so bold, dat's all."
The black teenager had been squeezing her thighs together through her grandmother's story. She knew how humiliating and shameful it was for the women Henrietta spoke of, but she couldn't help but be aroused by it. She imagined herself in such a situation and could feel her pussy getting wet.
"See, mama," laughed Jolene, "she's jus' like I was when I heared dat story! You tellin' me all 'bout how y'all had to take it back den an' I's gettin' all worked up from it! Dat girl's a hot li'l nigga, fo' sho'!"
"Stop it, Lena!" Taneesha blushed hard at having been discovered.
"I ain't lyin'!" Jolene protested. "Dere's plenty niggas now who'd like to be in dat room gettin' used dat way! I's one! I bets Neesha is, too!"
"Ain't no shame it likin' it, girl," said Henrietta. "Might as well. It's da way it is. I don't always mind it so much..."
Taneesha's pussy was soaked and she was in desperate need of relief. She decided now was as good a time as any to excuse herself.
"I gots to go do my homework, big mama," she said.
"Yeah, you got some work to do!" laughed Jolene. "Workin' dat cat!"
"Hush now, Lena!" Henrietta scolded. "You embarrassin' da poor girl. She can't help it."
The colored teen went up the stairs, leaving her grandmother and aunt alone in the kitchen. Closing the door behind her, she got into her bed, her hand going straight between her legs.
Taneesha humped away as she thought about herself displayed on top of the desk for Stuart. Then she'd be bent over and feel his dick inside her, using what was his.
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