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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
It was a Monday morning like many others as Bernadine arrived at the law offices of James Hutz. The weekend had been out of the ordinary only because she'd spent no time servicing her employer, his clients, or his friends. For that, she was relieved.
Thinking back on it, she realized that James hadn't actually used her himself since he'd sent her off with Joe Sizlack in an effort to land the potential client.
After that had come the cocktail party. That evening she'd been a kind of party favor to be used by his guests. The guests included George Walker who, until that night, she'd managed to fend off since high school. But now the cocky white man had finally enjoyed her charms.
The attorney himself hadn't touched her that night or at all the following week.
When she entered the office, she saw James' enigmatic girlfriend, Marcy, engaged in hushed conversation with Terri the receptionist. Bernadine's heart beat a little faster and her face grew hot at the sight of the sultry looking white woman.
The last time Bernadine had seen her was at the party when the colored woman had just been masturbated to orgasm by her own sister. She was drooling through a bright red ball gag, her chest still heaving, when she spotted Marcy in the group of onlookers. The experience had been all the more humiliating because the pretty white woman had witnessed her shame.
The two white women saw Bernadine enter and Marcy looked up and smiled at her. The negress felt a tingle between her legs and shame at her reaction burning in her face. Why did she respond that way to the brown haired lady? She smiled back briefly and started to make her way towards her office.
Marcy walked right up to her and faced her. The scent of the white woman's perfume was intoxicating, as was the smile on lips.
"Hello," she said, her voice gentle.
Bernadine felt light headed. Marcy reached out and touched her hand for a moment, pressing something into her palm, and the continued past her and out the door. The colored woman looked down to see a business card in her hand.
"Uncle Jim wants to see you, Mrs. Johnson," said Terri. "He's waiting for you now."
"Oh, all right," replied Bernadine absent mindedly.
The negress was still sorting out her feelings and wondering about Marcy's actions as she entered James' office. The attorney was seated behind his desk.
"Sit down, sit down," he instructed. "I've got some difficult news for you."
"What do you mean?" asked Bernadine, returning to the present moment.
"Well, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to find someone with some actual legal training and experience for the office, Dina," he explained. "Your work has been fine, so it's nothing against you. But you just don't have the right background."
"Are you firing me?" Bernadine was shocked.
"I wouldn't call it that," hemmed James. "Let's just say the position changed and has different requirements now... Firing sounds so negative."
"I've done everything you've asked of me," Bernadine argued. "Every disgusting, demeaning, degrading thing you've asked of me. I've allowed you liberties that are unimaginable for a proper lady to allow! And this is the reward I get?!"
"Listen, Dina," James explained, "it's not like you did it for free. I paid you handsomely for your, er, services. I appreciate it, and I'm even gonna give you two weeks salary."
"You make it sound like I'm some kind of whore!" said Bernadine angrily.
"I never said you're a whore, girl," replied James. "You're a nigger. And a well paid one at that. Tell you what. Beulah needs some help around the house now that Lindsey's spending more time there. It's not full time and I can't pay you what I was here, but it's something..."
"Goodbye, Mister Hutz," Bernadine stated flatly.
The black woman stalked out of the lawyer's office.
"I'll just send your check to your house," he called after her.
Terri looked up as Bernadine stormed past her.
"I told you, Mrs. Johnson," smirked the receptionist. "The novelty was bound to wear off eventually. You must have known it was coming."
Bernadine was still in shock as she walked out of the building. What would she do now? Even with the extra month's pay, she still didn't have enough to pay Ebony's tuition bill from Smithmore. The idea that she'd work as Beulah's underling and serve Lindsey would be laughable if she didn't need the money so bad. It shamed her to realize she actually considered it for a moment.
It was then she remembered the business card Marcy had pressed into her hand on her way out of the lawyer's office. Bernadine fished it out of her jacket pocket where she'd absent mindedly put it while still flustered from the encounter with the pretty white lady. The fragrance of the woman's perfume lingered on the card.
'Marcia Collins, Realtor,' read the card. Bernadine noticed that the address was on the next block. Perhaps Marcy had known what was about to happen and gave her the card as a way of inviting her to come to her office. Not knowing where else to go, the black woman decided to go find out.
Bernadine slowly went down the sidewalk and crossed the street. A low brick building with large windows and a glass door with "A. J. Collins Real Estate" painted on it. She let herself in.
Marcy was alone in an office that was behind a counter, right off the main room. She looked up from the paperwork on her desk and motioned Bernadine to join her.
"I'm glad you came by," Marcy told her, standing. "Jim told me he was letting you go. I wish it wasn't true."
"Thank you..., uh..., Miss Collins," replied Bernadine, not quite knowing how to address the white lady.
"Oh, let's not be so formal," smiled Marcy. "You can call me Miz Marcy if you want. All my colored friends do. I know we've never really spoken, I like to think we're friends."
Miz Marcy? Her colored friends? Bernadine was a little taken aback, but she realized it was very possible that Marcy was trying to be friendly with her and didn't mean anything unkind by it.
"Okay..., Miz Marcy," Bernadine responded haltingly, "I'm happy you feel that way."
"Would you like some coffee, Dina?" asked Marcy. "You do go by Dina, right? Bernadine sounds all formal, too, though I think its a nice name."
"Yes, Dina is fine," replied Bernadine. "Coffee would be nice, too, thank you."
"Good," Marcy said cheerfully. "I'd like some, too. The coffee things are in the reception area next to the water cooler."
The white woman sat down and smiled up at the negress. Bernadine hesitated for a moment before walking back out into the main room. Sure enough, next to the counter was a water cooler and coffee maker. She found two cups and poured. Returning to Marcy's office, she put the them on the desk.
"Oh, thanks, Dina," Marcy told her. "Would you be a dear and bring me a couple sugars?"
Bernadine returned to where the coffee maker was and found a box of sugar packets. Plucking two up, she went back to where Marcy sat.
"Thank you," smiled Marcy.
"You're welcome..., Miz Marcy," Bernadine replied.
The black woman sat in a chair in front of the desk. Something about the whole scene had Bernadine feeling strange. Something about serving the pretty white lady that way had her feeling bashful. It seemed so trivial on the surface, but doing it had her blushing a little and tingling between her legs.
"Well, I think it's just awful how Jim just up and let you go, Dina," began Marcy. "I'd have said something to him about it, but I don't want to get involved in his business. It does make me stop and think, though."
"Stop and think?" asked Bernadine. "About what?"
"About how a man that I'm thinking about marrying could treat a sweet colored woman so horribly!" Marcy replied. "Of all the girls he had working for him there, you were my favorite by far. The others were all nice enough. And they all were very obedient and did just what he said."
"But, there was something about you that touched me," continued Marcy. "At first it was just the look in your eyes. I could tell you didn't exactly want to do what Jim told you to do. But, that didn't stop you. And, in spite of your reluctance, I think you kind of liked it a little. I could tell you didn't want to like it, but you just couldn't help it. I thought it was so precious!"
"The other girls didn't care at all," Marcy went on. "Between you and me, they were basically just sluts. It didn't mean anything to them. You were different. Somehow, you never stopped being a lady even while you were being a nigger. Does that make any sense?"
"I... uh... guess so...," stammered Bernadine.
She was confused by the conflicting emotions she was feeling. She knew she should be outraged to have her former boss's girlfriend fondly remembering Bernadine's degradation and humiliation. Yet, Marcy wasn't trying to rub her face in it. Quite the opposite. The white woman actually spoke in tones of admiration.
"Good!" replied Marcy happily. "It barely makes sense to me! But I know there's more to it than just that. You remind me of someone very special to me. I'm sure that's a big part of it, too."
"When I was a girl, my family had a colored housekeeper," Marcy started. "Pearl. You remind me of her in alot of ways. Not just that she was about your age and kinda looked like you, but she was always a lady no matter what."
"My folks were always working, down here at this office mostly, so Pearl was almost like another mama to me. When I got older, she looked out for me like my own mama didn't have time for.
"One time I brought this boy home. He was older and so handsome! When he found out my parents both worked late, he talked me into bringing him home. We were in my room and he was getting frisky. I was feeling pretty frisky, too, and I wasn't about to make him stop!
"Pearl came knocking on the door wanting to know what we were up to. I didn't answer fast enough I guess and she just came barging right in. She told that boy to get out and not come back! I was so angry with her! I mean I was almost a grown woman!
"Well, she straightened me out but good! She told me how I had to be a lady at all times and I'd come to regret messing with boys like that once I got a reputation for being a slut. Deep down I knew she was right and I was grateful for her for protecting me that way.
"Still, I had these feelings. Raging teenage hormones, I guess. Anyways, later on she kinda... well... took care of me in that department. I still had boys over to the house on occasion, but I knew better than to try anything with them. Pearl would even take care of them, too. Well, the good ones. Sometimes with me right there.
"But, she was always a lady, no matter what she did. And she made sure I was always a lady, too. She didn't do what she did for herself. She did it for me.
"So, you remind me of her in alot of ways, Dina," said Marcy. "Of course, I know you've been to college and taught school and was even a principal. I don't think Pearl ever even finished high school."
Bernadine didn't know what to say. Marcy's story touched her. In the past, the black woman would have felt a degree of indignation about a woman like the housekeeper sacrificing her dignity for the benefit of some privileged white girl.
However, the appreciation she showed for what Pearl had done for her, the admiration the white woman had for her, and the affection that Marcy still had for her housekeeper somehow helped Bernadine hear the story in a positive light.
Also, although she was embarrassed to even admit it to herself, the picture of the black housekeeper "taking care" of the pretty white woman "in that department" was quite stimulating to her. Memories of Marcy's lips touching hers, her hand between Bernadine's legs, all came rushing back. The negress was at once aroused and ashamed of her arousal.
Bernadine squirmed slightly in her chair and sipped her coffee without saying anything.
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Marcy. "I can't believe I told you all that! I hope I didn't embarrass you. I just got to thinking of Pearl and got a little carried away."
"Oh, no, you didn't embarrass me at all," Bernadine assured her. "I'm glad you'd think of me in the same way as someone you cared for so much."
"Good," replied Marcy. "It's funny. We've hardly spoken before today and now I can't stop talking. I haven't even told you the reason I wanted to see you in the first place."
"Oh?" asked Bernadine.
"Yes," said Marcy. "Jim told me how he was hoping you'd take some job at his house helping Beulah with his daughter. Well, between you and me, Lindsey is a little bitch. The idea of you having to put up with her is just horrible."
Bernadine was gratified to hear Marcy's low opinion of the attorney's daughter.
"Don't worry about that," Bernadine told her. "I won't be doing that."
"Well, I'm glad of that," Marcy said, relieved. "But, what I wanted to tell you was that you don't have to do anything like that. I know someone that I think can help you. She's big in the school system here. I sold her a house when she first moved here and we got to be good friends."
Bernadine perked up at hearing this. She'd just about given up on the idea of teaching in this godforsaken town. After getting fired this morning, she was having visions of joining her mother and sister as a maid somewhere. Anything to keep Ebony from falling into the same trap she now found herself in.
"Really?" asked Bernadine. "I tried to get a job there before the law office. But the principal... Well, I couldn't get past him. We... have a history. I actually was a student at the high school many years ago."
"Well, he's just the principal," Marcy pointed out. "My friend Anne is the superintendent of schools. I'm sure she can help you. Before you came by I called her and told her about you. I told her how this colored woman I knew used to be a school teacher and a principal and needed a job. She told me she'd love to see you!"
"I don't know what to say," Bernadine responded. "I really appreciate it."
"Don't thank me yet!" smiled Marcy. "Wait 'til after you get the job! But, I know Anne will just love you like I do. I'm sure she'll be able to help you somehow. Actually, you can go over to her office now. It's in the county building down the street."
"I think I'll just do that," said Bernadine. "No time like the present."
"Exactly," agreed Marcy, standing up.
Bernadine rose and walked towards the office door, Marcy was right behind her. The colored woman turned to face her. They stood silently for a few seconds.
Suddenly, Marcy leaned forward and kissed Bernadine full on the lips, taking her completely by surprise. The black woman blushed hotly as the brown haired lady smiled at her. She could feel the kiss through her whole body.
"I hope everything works out for you, Dina," said Marcy. "Let me know what happens."
"Thank you, Miz Marcy," Bernadine managed to say. "I will."
Bernadine walked out of the real estate office and down the sidewalk towards the county building. Her heart was pounding in her chest. The day so far had been a roller coaster and it wasn't even close to being over. She'd gone from losing a job she needed but hated to potentially getting a better one that would have her doing what she'd done all her professional life.
The county building was a two story brick affair like so many other government buildings. Bernadine went in through the glass double doors and found the directory on the wall in the lobby. The School Department was on the second floor.
Bernadine went up the stairs and down the hallway. Her footsteps on the tiled floor echoed off the walls. She could feel a nervous excitement centered in the pit of her stomach. In spite of her anxiousness, she was determined to remain calm and appear professional.
At last, she found a wooden door with a glass window marked 'Superintendent of Schools' and entered. The room was cozy for a government type windowless office. The carpeted floor and several potted plants helped give it a homey feel.
A middle aged black woman sat at a contemporary looking desk. She was about Bernadine's age, though a little heavier and a little shorter. Her straightened black hair was combed straight back. She wore a dark blue dress with a pearl necklace and matching earrings.
"May I help you?" she asked, looking up and smiling at Bernadine.
"Yes, I'm here to see the superintendent," replied Bernadine. "I'm Bernadine Johnson. I think she's expecting me."
"Mrs. Johnson, yes," replied the woman cheerfully. "The superintendent told me you'd be coming by. I'm her secretary, Carol Brown. I'm pleased to meet you. Miss Richards is on the phone right now. I'll her know you're here when she's finished. Please have a seat."
"Thank you," said Bernadine, taking a chair near a leafy potted plant.
"Miss Richards had me check on you a little," Carol told her. "Very impressive, I must say. It's a shame about losing your principalship due to budget cuts. That's one of the perils of working in the public sector. But, hopefully their loss will be this district's gain."
"I hope so," Bernadine responded. "Recently, I've been working... well... outside my field. Education is where I feel most at home."
"Good!" smiled Carol. "I'm sure you'll feel right at home here. Miss Richards takes the needs and concerns of the people under her very seriously. I couldn't be happier here."
Bernadine could feel her spirits lifting. Carol was obviously an intelligent and educated woman. Working somewhere where that was appreciated would be a welcome change. A light on the phone on the secretary's desk went out.
"She's off the phone now, Mrs. Johnson," said Carol, rising to her feet. "I'll show you in."
Bernadine stood and followed Carol to solid wooden door simply marked 'Private'. The short black woman opened it and poked her head inside.
"'scuse me, Miz Annie, ma'am," began Carol. "Dat colored girl Miz Marcy done sended over be here now. Is you ready to see her, ma'am?"
Bernadine's jaw dropped at Carol's transformation and she felt her optimism begin to fade.
"Show her in, girl," replied a voice from inside the office. "I've been looking forward to meeting her."
Carol looked back at her and smiled as she pushed the door open wider to allow Bernadine to enter. A sixty-ish silver haired white lady in a light gray tweed jacket and white silk shirt sat behind a large wooden desk in a tall backed leather upholstered desk chair. Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at the black woman.
"That'll be all, girl," said the white lady. "Leave us now. I'll call you if we need anything."
"Thank you, ma'am, Miz Annie," smiled Carol, backing out of the room.
The office door closed and Bernadine was alone with Anne Richards, superintendent of schools. She glanced around the room and saw a couch and two chairs, all with the same look as Anne's desk chair. The colored woman stood there nervously while the white lady slowly examined her from behind her desk.
"So, you're Bernadine Johnson," said Anne. "I'm Anne Richards, if you didn't already know. My friend Marcy speaks very highly of you. I had my Carol make a few calls and it seems you have quite an impressive background as a teacher as well as a school administrator."
"Thank you..., ma'am," replied Bernadine, still standing.
"Please sit down," asked Anne. "Make yourself comfortable. They call you Dina, right? I don't want to be all official with you and keep calling your Bernadine. You can just call me Miz Annie... All my girls do!"
"Uh, yes..., they do," Bernadine stammered, "Miz Annie."
The black woman tried to make sense of all that she'd heard so far. She'd watched an educated woman morph into an ignorant sounding country girl. Now she was trying to comprehend what this white lady meant by "my Carol" and "my girls". Bernadine could feel herself starting to sweat.
"Well, Dina," Anne started, "your experience speaks for itself. Clearly you'd be an asset to the district. And, I don't mind sayin' I wouldn't mind seein' your pretty face around here! But, now that the school year's underway, I'm sure you can understand that there just aren't any full time positions open."
"I see..." Bernadine replied. "And, yes, I'd be surprised if it was otherwise."
"But, don't fret, girl," Anne told her. "We do need substitute teachers all the time. And, I can come up with one or two projects that someone like you could be workin' on for me. I take good care of my girls and I make sure they get what they need."
Girl? Bernadine sighed. She should have seen it coming. There was no escaping that attitude in this town. Still, Anne seemed friendly. It was likely she didn't mean anything derogatory by it. It could easily just be her way of talking. The colored woman struggled to think of something to say.
"I'm sure they appreciate that," said Bernadine.
"Oh, they do," smiled Anne. "And my girls know how to show their appreciation, too. I take care of them and they take care of me. It works out wonderfully for all of us."
Bernadine was feeling more and more anxious about where this was headed. If only she didn't need the work so desperately, she'd smile politely and leave.
"I don't know what all Marcy told you about me," Anne continued. "But, there are some... personal services... that I expect my girls to perform for me. It's nothing unpleasant or anything. In fact, all my girls seem to enjoy it as much as I do!"
"Growin' up, I got used bein' takin' care of by colored girls," the white lady went on. "And, to this day, I still enjoy havin' them serve me. I can see you've got a pretty face, Dina. I bet you're a sweet girl, too."
"Uh, thank you, Miz Annie," Bernadine replied haltingly. "What kind of services are you talking about?"
"I think you know already, girl," Anne said evenly. "Why don't you stand up so I can get a better look at you."
Here it is, thought Bernadine. It always comes to this. The only new thing was that this time it was a white lady that was interested in her body and what she could do with it. She wondered what all Marcy had told Anne about her. But, wanting to stay in the superintendent's good graces, she complied and stood.
"Yes, you are a pretty one," said Anne, her eyes sparkling.
The white lady picked up the phone on her desk and pushed a button.
"Carol?" she said into the handset, "step in here, girl."
Anne hung up and smiled up at Bernadine. There was a soft knock on the door and seconds later Carol opened it and came into the room.
"Close the door, girl," Anne ordered, "and help Dina off with her things. She's a very pretty girl and I want to see just how lovely she is."
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Annie," replied Carol cheerfully.
Carol smiled happily at Bernadine. The black lady unbuttoned her jacket and handed it to the secretary. The short colored woman accepted it and leaned close to her.
"She likes you!" whispered Carol excitedly. "She wouldn't want to see more if she didn't!"
"Come on now, you two," Anne scolded playfully. "No telling secrets. Just get those clothes off so I can see my new girl the way she's supposed to be."
Bernadine smiled nervously. New girl? That had a positive sound to it as far as her employment was concerned. But, employed as what? Carol seemed delighted as she unbuttoned the black woman's blouse.
Anne looked on with rapt attention while Carol continued disrobing Bernadine. After the blouse, off came the skirt, and the black woman was standing there in the superintendent's office in her underwear.
Carol went around behind her and unclasped her bra. Bernadine blushed as she felt the garment slipped off of her. Her nipples hardened in the cool office air.
"Lawdy, she got some fine udders, ain't she, Miz Annie?" said Carol. "Her nips be all hard, too! We niggas love gittin' attention like dis from a fine white lady like you, ma'am. Ain't dat right, Dina?"
"Uh..., yeah," Bernadine replied, embarrassed.
Carol reached out and put her hands under Bernadine's breasts and lifted them as if judging their heft.
"Yes, ma'am..." mused Carol, looking back at Anne. "Mighty fine. Nice an' plumpy... Hangin' jus' da way you like 'em, Miz Annie. Ain't dey?"
"Yes, girl," Anne said, as if speaking to a child. "That's how I like 'em, all right. Do you want to suck on them a little?"
"Yes, ma'am," Carol replied softly, blushing. "I sho' would."
The short black woman looked up into Bernadine's face, a bashful smile on her face. Carol touched her lips to the negress' breast and gently sucked her nipple between her lips. Bernadine kept her eyes on Anne, who watched from behind her desk.
Carol switched off and began sucking Bernadine's other breast. The colored woman could feel her warm tongue on her nipple. Her pussy started to react to the stimulation.
"That's enough," said Anne after a bit. "You've still got to finish gettin' that girl naked for me. You two'll have plenty of time for that later."
Carol immediately let Bernadine's nipple slip out from between her lips, but not before giving it a kiss. She looked up and smiled at her again.
"Yes, Miz Annie, ma'am," Carol replied obediently.
Bernadine stood stoicly while Carol squatted down and pulled the negro woman's panties down. The office air was cool on her damp pussy.
"Oh my!" exclaimed Carol, her face even with Bernadine's crotch. "Dis nigga got a bald coochie! Ain't it pretty, Miz Annie? She smells good, too!"
"Oh, yes," agreed Anne. "Marcy told me how exquisite Dina's body was. Jim certainly likes his girls the same way I do. I imagine that meets with your approval?"
"Yes, ma'am...," Carol was bashful again. "I approves fo' sho'."
"Go ahead, girl," laughed Anne after a moment of silence. "But just a quick one."
Carol looked up briefly into Bernadine's face before turning her attention the black woman's pussy. She leaned forward and pressed her thick lips against her slit and gave it a long wet kiss, her tongue working it's way into the cleft.
Bernadine gasped and her legs trembled from the sensation. She was embarrassed by Carol's transformation, but humiliated by taking pleasure from it. It was even worse knowing it was all done for the amusement of the older white lady.
"Does she taste good, sweetie?" asked Anne.
"Oh, yes, ma'am!" exclaimed Carol. "Dis nigga got a sweet coochie, Miz Annie. I wish I's lickin' her cat all day long!"
"You'll get your chance," Anne laughed again.
"Thank you, ma'am," Carol said sincerely.
"Now, hurry up and get those stockings off her," instructed Anne.
Carol already had the stockings down around Bernadine's ankles. She held them there for the negress as she stepped out of them. Anne looked at her, her face showing her approval at what she saw. Her pussy tingling, the former principal bowed her head, embarrassed at having been undressed in front of the superintendent.
"Display, Dina," Anne commanded her. "Show me your charms like a good girl."
Bernadine knew exactly what she wanted. She put her hands behind her head, thrust out her chest, and stood with her legs apart. Anne stood up and came around from behind her desk. Carol got to her feet and stepped out of her mistress' way. Slowly, the white lady walked around the naked black woman, visually inspecting her.
"Ain't she pretty, Miz Annie?" asked Carol. "I hopes you gonna keep her an' let her work wit' us."
Anne's hands ran gently over Bernadine's back and down across her ass, causing her to inhale suddenly.
"Shhh..." Anne said softly. "Easy, girl. Just relax. I'm just enjoying the feel of your body."
Coming back around to the front, Anne brushed her hands over Bernadine's breasts. She reached up and touched her face while her other hand went between the negro's legs, finding her pussy.
"So soft..." murmured the white lady.
Anne stepped back and admired Bernadine as she stood naked in the display position. After a minute, she sat in one of the plush leather upholstered chairs in front of the desk. She patted on her thigh. Carol immediately went to her and stood beside the silver haired lady.
"Thank you, Carol," said Anne. "Very good. You deserve a treat. Lift your skirt for me like a good girl."
"Yes, ma'am!" exclaimed Carol, her eyes bright.
Bernadine looked on as Carol hiked her skirt up. The colored woman could see that the secretary wasn't wearing panties, her ass and pussy were bare under her skirt. Looking closer, she could see that the secretary's vagina was clean shaven, just as her own was. Exposed and available. Exactly the way the white folks wanted them, she thought.
Anne slipped her hand between Carol's open legs and began rubbing her pussy. The secretary closed her eyes and let her head roll back, a grin on her face. Bernadine could see the negro was humping back on her mistress' hand.
All at once Bernadine was both repulsed and attracted to the scene. She was embarrassed and humiliated for Carol's behavior. At the same time, the memory of Anne's touch was still fresh, and she longed to feel it again, and even more intimately. She caught herself imagining what it would feel like and was ashamed of herself. Ashamed that she'd let herself become the kind of woman the secretary had. A plaything for a white woman.
Carol's humping became more frantic and she began to whimper. Her face shown with perspiration. Bernadine could hear the sloppy wetness between the woman's legs. She could feel the wetness between her own. Anne kept her hand working her secretary's pussy, but her eyes were on Bernadine.
"What is it, sweetie?" cooed Anne. "Is there somethin' you want? Is there somethin' my nigger girl wants?"
"Oh, Miz Annie!" Carol breathed heavily. "Please, ma'am... Kin dis nigga cum? Kin I, ma'am?"
"Cum for me," Anne ordered. "That's a good girl... Go ahead an' cum. That's the way..."
"Ah! Ah!" cried Carol breathlessly. "Oh, Miz Annie! I's cummin' fo' you, ma'am. Thank you... Oh, thank you, ma'am..."
Once Carol's orgasm subsided, she dropped to her knees. Taking Anne's hand in hers, she bent forward and eagerly licked her pussy juice off of it. Bernadine's arms grew tired from maintaining the display position, but gamely continued holding them up.
"Please let dis nigga serve you, ma'am," begged Carol. "I be grateful if'n you let me lick on yo' cat, Miz Annie. Please?"
"Sorry, girl," replied the white lady. "Not this time. You may pay your respects, but that's all."
"Yes, ma'am," Carol replied, a little crestfallen. "Thank you, ma'am."
Bernadine watched in surprise as Carol leaned forward until her face was at Anne's feet. Then she started licking and kissing the silver haired lady's feet like a puppy dog.
"All right, sweetheart," Anne said gently. "That's enough. Now run along and watch the phone and desk. Close the door after you. I don't want to be disturbed by anyone. That's a good girl."
"Thank you, ma'am," said the secretary, lifting her head from her mistress' feet.
Slowly, Carol got up, brushing her skirt back down. A few strands of hair had come loose and were matted to her sweaty face. Her makeup was a little mussed as well.
"Better go fix your face, girl," smiled Anne. "Don't want the neighbors talkin', if you know what I mean."
"Yes, ma'am," Carol agreed sheepishly.
The secretary briefly locked eyes with Bernadine, smiled, and walked out, closing the door behind her.
"See?" asked Anne. "I take good care of my girls. And not just like that. But, I do love making them feel good that way. Carol especially. She's absolutely precious."
Bernadine wasn't sure what to say, so she said nothing. She remained standing in front of Anne, naked, her legs spread and her hands behind her head. On display for the white lady's pleasure.
"Of course, they all take good care of me," added Anne, lowering her voice to an almost sultry tone. "Just like you're gonna take care of me now, Dina. Get on your knees, nigger. It's time to serve me the way a nigger was made to serve a lady."
The colored woman was a little shocked at how suddenly the silver haired woman took control of her. Her tone was at once commanding and seductive. Bernadine was even more shocked at how she felt her body obediently dropping to her knees. There, she waited for further orders, her fingers still clasped behind her head.
"Have you ever serviced a lady before, Dina?" asked Anne softly.
Blushing hard, Bernadine nodded. She was ashamed to admit it and embarrassed by the memory of being forced to perform oral sex on Terri, her former employer's niece and receptionist.
"Then you know what to do," said Anne. "I'm sure you'll do a good job. Now, get started."
Bernadine walked on her knees over to where Anne sat and then fell forward onto her hands. Watching the white woman's face the whole time, she lifted her skirt up. The silver haired lady was wearing lavender silk panties and rose slightly so that the colored woman could slip them down.
The negress pulled the white lady's silk panties down over her boots. Anne's scent was musky and strong. Bernadine felt the woman's hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair.
"That's it, sweetie," she cooed. "Lick my pussy like a good little nigger girl."
The smell of the white woman's pussy filled the negress' nostrils. She wanted to be angered by the degrading and demeaning way she was being treated. Instead all she felt was a desire to please her. Words that could be taken as belittling only sounded sweet to her. Bernadine found her reaction humiliating to the extreme. To her chagrin, that only served to fuel her arousal further.
Bernadine could see Anne's pink pussy lips, all puffy and glistening. Moisture clung to her silver pubic hairs. Clearly the white lady was highly aroused and ready for the colored woman to service her.
Putting her face firmly between Anne's thighs, Bernadine began running her tongue along her labia. The taste was slightly salty, but not in the least unpleasant. Again, the negress felt shame at the fact that she liked it. She stuck her tongue into the folds of the silver haired lady's vagina and gently licked it.
Anne squeezed her thighs together, holding the negro's head in place. Bernadine lapped away at her pussy, occasionally sticking her tongue up into the white woman's vagina. Then she licked up the entire length of her slit, finally gently caressing the lady's clit.
"Mmmm..." moaned Anne. "Good girl..."
The praise encouraged Bernadine to continue on even though her mouth was beginning to ache. Sucking Anne's clit between her lips, she lightly touched her tongue to it, eliciting further moans of pleasure from the lady. Gradually, the negress felt the white woman's hands on the back of her head, forcing her face deeper between her legs.
Bernadine gasped for breath as Anne ground her pussy into the negro's face. She continued working her tongue into the white woman's hole and along her slit to her clit. Back and forth she went while the silver haired lady masturbated on the colored woman's face.
"Ohhh..." Anne vocalized. "Yesss... Okay, girl. Go lower... Lick my asshole, nigger. That's what I want. Stick your tongue up there. Be my little ass licking nigger. Do it..."
Anne relaxed her grip on Bernadine's head. Possessed by her arousal, the black woman immediately lifted the white lady's legs higher. She could see her puckered pink anus and was overwhelmed by the desire to push her tongue up it.
Bernadine worked her face between the older woman's ass cheeks and stuck her tongue into Anne's asshole. She could feel her anus react and squeeze back on it. Never had the negress felt like such an object of another's pleasure.
All the usual thoughts Bernadine had used to buck herself up to endure the degrading acts she'd been forced to perform over the recent past evaporated. All she could think of was how badly she wanted to serve this woman. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she pictured Marcy. She was ashamed to realize that she wanted to serve her that way, too.
"Yesss... Good girl..." moaned Anne. "Back to my cunt, nigger. Finish it. Get me off."
Returning her mouth to the white woman's pussy, Bernadine licked for all she was worth. Every moan and whimper she heard from Anne only served to urge her on. The lady was bucking her hips again, rubbing her vagina on the negro's face. The colored woman sucked and licked her clit and was rewarded by a gush of wetness.
"Oh, yes!" cried Anne. "Oh, yes! Ohhh... Yesss...."
Bernadine continued her ministrations until she felt Anne release her head from the vice grip of her thighs. The negro panted as she tried to catch her breath. The white lady's pussy was pink and swollen, her clit poking out from between her lips.
"Oh, you're such a good nigger..." murmured Anne. "Such a good girl..."
Returning to a kneeling position, Bernadine waited for further instructions. She found herself strangely proud of the way she'd brought pleasure to the older white lady. Now that the heat of the moment was passing, she began to evaluate what had happened. She couldn't understand what had possessed her to submit totally to this woman. But, having done so gave her a warm feeling.
"Well, Dina," said Anne, still somewhat flushed, "I'm not sure exactly where I'll have you workin', but you're hired. You're a good nigger and I'm glad to call you one of my girls. You got nothin' to worry about as long as you are. I take good care of my girls."
"Thank you, ma'am," replied Bernadine. "I appreciate it."
"Look at the time!" Anne said suddenly, sitting up. "Damn it... I'm sorry, sweetheart. I hate to say it, but I got to go to some damn meetin' now. You'll have to just pay your respects and run along."
Bernadine felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. After all that, the silver haired woman still expected her to do that. She bent forward, finally resting her face on Anne's feet. Using her aching tongue and lips, she licked and kissed the white lady's feet. Somehow, this humbling act only served to arouse her further and the negro could feel her pussy throbbing. It shamed her that debasing herself this way could give her such pleasure.
"That's enough for now, Dina," said Anne gently. "Good girl. You can get dressed now. I'll have Carol call you later to tell you what you'll be doin' for me."
"Thank you, ma'am," replied Bernadine.
Bernadine started to rise, but felt a firm hand on her shoulder.
"Wait for me to get up first, sweetie," Anne instructed her. "That's the way I like it."
"Yes, ma'am," said Bernadine.
Anne smiled and stood. Bernadine remained on her knees, her pussy dripping. Even being gently corrected by the white lady touched her pleasurably.
Bernadine finally got up and got dressed once Anne returned to her desk. She thought back to the "treat" the white lady had given her secretary and the black woman longed for the same treatment, much to her shame.
"I'm ready now, Miz Annie," announced Bernadine. "May I leave now?"
"Yes, Dina," Anne looked up at her. "And thanks for askin'. You're a good girl. I just know we'll get along fine. I'll see you soon."
"Bye, ma'am," Bernadine said as she opened the office door.
Anne smiled at her before returning to some paperwork on her desk. Bernadine let herself out into the reception area. Carol was just getting off the phone.
"Well, Dina, you did wonderfully," said Carol happily. "I can tell Miss Richards really likes you. I hope it all wasn't too much of a shock for you. She's a very special kind of lady, and not everybody understands her or her ways. But, I can assure you if you serve her properly, she'll treat you right. She'll find something for you, maybe teaching, maybe something else. When she says she'll take care of you, you can count on it."
"I wasn't expecting anything like that," blushed Bernadine.
"Neither was I when I first started working for her," laughed Carol. "That was many years ago. I met her at a time when I was under a lot of stress at my job. I had people reporting to me that I had make sure were taken care of and I had numbers I had to make to satisfy the people I reported to. The whole thing was giving me ulcers, let me tell you."
"After I got to know her better, she helped me realize I didn't have to live like that," Carol continued. "I could get the same kind of satisfaction and material comfort another way. Once I realized that, the rest was easy. And it just feels more natural this way. I've been with her through a few moves and job changes, but I never feel the stress. Miss Richards takes care of everything and all I have to do is take care of her."
"I'm happy it works out so well for you," said Bernadine.
"Thank you," replied Carol. "I know alot of black women would never understand how I feel. Plenty would pity me or be ashamed of me. But, I stopped caring about what they think a long time ago. I'm glad to meet another educated, intelligent black woman like me who understands how I feel and doesn't judge me."
"Uh... Miss Richards said you'd call me later with my assignment?" Bernadine changed the subject.
"Yes... I've got your number," Carol told her. "I'll call tomorrow. Right now I've got to help Miss Richards get ready for her meeting."
"Okay," Bernadine said, anxious to leave.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Dina," Carol responded.
Bernadine left the superintendent's office and hurried back to her car. Sitting behind the wheel, she could feel the wet spot in the crotch of her panties rubbing against her. She shuddered reflecting on all that had happened and what she'd done. Even now, only minutes afterwards, it didn't seem real.
She started the engine and drove home. When she got there, Bernadine found that she had the house to herself.
The black woman went up the stairs to her bedroom, stripped off her clothes, and lay in bed. How could this have happened? She told herself it had all been for Ebony. Another humiliation she'd taken in order to spare her daughter from having to submit in the same way later on. But, she remembered the intensity of the feelings she had at the time. Ebony was nowhere in her thoughts. Only animal lust.
It had been awkward and more than a little ironic when Carol identified her as someone who'd understand her desire to serve the white lady. The secretary had gone on about how most black woman would pity her and be ashamed of her. Bernadine knew that until very recently she would have been one of them.
Even while she'd been serving her former employer, she knew she would have been ashamed of Carol because Bernadine had been ashamed of herself at the time. But now she was starting to understand. The shame was still there but it was different. If anything, it added to the arousal she felt now.
Anne's juices had dried on Bernadine's face and the white lady's scent was still quite noticeable. The black woman's hand found its way between her legs as she remembered the animalistic rush she'd felt while she'd totally given herself over to pleasuring the silver haired woman.
Her orgasm hit with the remembered sounds of Anne's pleasure echoing in her mind. Then, feeling relieved and exhausted by it all, Bernadine drifted off to sleep.
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