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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 had taken a couple of weeks, and the semester was almost over, but she'd finally gotten the call. A teacher at the high school had called in sick and Bernadine was going to substitute teach. At long last she was back working in her profession.
Bernadine chose a conservative dress that she hadn't worn since her last day as principal of the city high school. Looking at herself in the mirror she saw herself as she'd been before. What she'd since become barely registered. Still, there was a sense of nervousness. She'd have to face her old nemesis, Principal Chalmers, and who knew what else.
But it was worth it. Or it had better be, she thought. The tuition bill from Smithmore still hung over her head and it had to be paid soon if Ebony was to keep her place in the entering class in the fall.
When she got downstairs, Ebony and Taneesha were having their breakfast. Henrietta and Jolene had long since left for work at the Walker estate. Feeling too anxious to eat, Bernadine settled for coffee.
"You look like a teacher again, mama," said Taneesha. "Just like back home."
"This school is nothing like back home," added Ebony. "It totally sucks."
"I told you girls in the beginning that we'd all have to make sacrifices," Bernadine told them. "That includes me. I'll just have to make the best of this school just like you two girls. I think this'll be better than that law office job. That wasn't really me. Teaching is what I know and it's what I want to do."
Bernadine finished her coffee and headed out the door. It felt like a fresh beginning to her. She'd taught at some tough schools in the past and she felt ready to take this one on.
* * *
Reporting to the principal's office was not something the black woman was looking forward to. Principal Chalmers had already demonstrated that he hadn't changed at all from when Bernadine had been a student all those years ago. Still, she made her way to his office as soon as she arrived at the high school.
On her way into the outer office Bernadine was surprised to see Lindsey Hutz. The nasty daughter of the attorney she used to work for was on her way out. The white girl grinned at her as she passed her.
Bernadine shuddered at the memory of being at the Hutz residence, stripped naked and awaiting use by James, her former employer. Lindsey had surprised her with her presence. The white teenager had addressed her in the most degrading terms.
The colored woman remembered all too well how the girl had cruelly twisted her nipples. How Bernadine had been forced to kneel and lick Lindsey's feet while the teen stood over her, ultimately stepping on her head and forcing her face into the carpet.
Somehow the notion that Lindsey would be a student here hadn't occurred to Bernadine. The idea made her stomach twist into a knot.
The principal's inner office door was open and Bernadine poked her head in. Mister Chalmers was sitting at his desk as if he were waiting for her.
"Close the door, Cook," he instructed her, "or should I say, Mrs. Johnson. Old habits die hard. So, you managed to get 'round seein' me for a job here. Well, your friend Miss Richards ain't here, so you'll have to deal with me now."
"I'm not here to argue with you, Mister Chalmers," replied Bernadine patiently. "I'm here to do a job. All I need from you is the schedule and location of the classes I'm to teach."
"You'll get more 'n that from me, Cook," said the principal. "I ain't sure someone like you oughtta be workin' with kids. I just heard some pretty shockin' things about you. It seems one student, Lindsey Hutz, met you before."
"Yes..., and...?" countered Bernadine, the knot in her stomach tightening.
"She tol' me you was her father's paid mistress, to put it politely," charged Mister Chalmers. "A whore, you might say. I wonder if your Miss Richards knows about that."
"That's a lie!" objected Bernadine. "I was his office manager! I don't know where Lindsey got an idea like that. And, I'm surprised that even you would give it credence."
"It's my job to think of the children," smiled the principal. "I gotta be real careful 'bout what kind of folks I let teach 'em. It's my duty to check these things out."
"How do you propose to do that?" asked Bernadine.
"Well...," replied Mister Chalmers, leaning back in his desk chair, "I propose to check out part of Lindsey's story. She says her daddy had you shavin' your pussy bare an' keepin' it that way for him. Show me she's a liar. That oughtta be easy."
"Are you suggesting that I expose myself to you?!" Bernadine responded, aghast. "You can't be serious!"
"Oh, come on, Cook," the principal shook his head with a knowing smile. "It ain't like I ain't never seen you naked. I wouldn't mind seeing how you've developed over the years. Besides, it's the only way to settle this. If you ain't a whore, prove it. Show me that snatch."
"I'll do no such thing!" Bernadine stated indignantly.
"So, it's true?" chuckled Mister Chalmers. "I never would've believed it. We can't have some nigger whore teaching classes here. The school board won't like it at all. Not even the superintendent can do anything about that. Maybe if you show it to me, the school board won't have to find out."
Bernadine hung her head. There was simply no way to win in this situation. If she wanted work as a teacher here, she'd have to do as the principal said. She was so close to being able to pay Ebony's tuition bill that she couldn't let this stop her.
Sighing heavily, the negro woman reached up under her dress and pulled her panties and stockings down to her knees. Lifting the hem of her dress up, she displayed her hairless pussy to the perverted old white man.
"Oh, that's nice," leered the principal.
Mister Chalmers reached out and ran the backs of his fingers over Bernadine's pubic mound. The colored woman blushed with shame. He roughly pushed his finger into her slit and tried to poke it into her hole.
"Owww!" yelped Bernadine.
"Don't like that, eh?" grinned the old man. "Too bad. You've just gotta take it. Tell you what... Suck my dick, and I'll just forget about Lindsey's wild story. How's that for a proposition?"
Bernadine just stood there glaring at him. Mister Chalmers withdrew his hand and unfastened his pants, dropping them to his ankles.
"On you knees, nigger," he ordered her. "Suck it. Suck it or get out."
The colored woman knew she had no choice. Bernadine sank to her knees and grabbed the principal's semi-erect cock. It was sweaty and strong tasting. She looked up at him, disgusted by him and what he was making her do.
"That's more like it," said Mister Chalmers. "I love that defiant look, too. Just like when I had you stripped in the locker room all those years back. I knew you didn't steal that fool girl's bauble. But havin' you butt naked with that lezzie coach's hand up your cunt was a sight to see. I been wantin' them nigger lips wrapped around my dick ever since. Now suck it, you black bitch. Don't act like you don't know how."
Bernadine's face burned with anger. The humiliation from so long ago was renewed with the principal's retelling of it. So, he'd known she was innocent and just took advantage of the situation! The bastard!
And now she had to suffer still another humiliation. Bernadine almost gagged taking Mister Chalmers' member into her mouth. But, once she could feel his pubic hairs brushing against her nose she started slurping on the white man's dick for all she was worth. Anything to get it over with.
"Yeah, slut," he rasped, "suck it good. Look at me with them fiery eyes, bitch. I love it! You hate me, but you still gotta suck my dick. How does that feel, nigger? How does it feel to have to suck it?"
Of course, Bernadine said nothing. Her mouth was filled with the white man's cock. She just kept bobbing her head, back and forth on it, anxious to finish him off and get out of there. After a few minutes, her jaw started to ache, but she kept it up. Finally, she could feel his dick twitching.
"Oh, yeah..." murmured the principal. "Drink it all, bitch..."
Mister Chalmers ejaculated in the negro's mouth. Bernadine gagged, but managed to swallow the white man's disgusting load. It was hot and thick. The taste was tangy and the odor of his cock was pungent. At least it was done.
"What a good cocksucker," said the white man, pulling his pants up. "You're a natural, Cook. You missed your callin', that's for sure."
Bernadine wiped her lips off with the back of her hand and stood up. She pulled her panties and stockings back up. Smoothing her dress down, she glared at Principal Chalmers.
"Are we through here?" she asked icily.
"Oh, yeah," agreed the principal. "I'm through. Better hurry up. The class bell's about to ring."
The black woman turned and stalked out of the principal's office, making her way to her classroom. The taste of the white man's penis burned in her mouth. Somehow, she'd have to push this most recent degradation aside if she was going to get through the day.
Rounding a corner she found herself face to face with a thirtyish white man with unkempt black hair. His jacket and tie identified him as a likely member of the faculty, and one of the better dressed ones at that.
He reminded her of teacher at the school where she'd been principal. But, right now, she was anxious to get to her classroom where she could be alone. She had a nagging fear that the man could sense her shame and know of her fresh humiliation.
"Excuse me," mumbled Bernadine.
"Sorry," said the white man, "didn't see you coming. I don't remember seeing you here before. Are you a sub?"
"A sub?" replied Bernadine, blushing momentarily. "Oh, substitute teacher. Yes. I'm Mrs. Johnson."
"Mrs. Johnson?" pondered the man. "Lloyd Knowland. Glad to meet you. Say, I have a student in a class of mine... Ebony Johnson. You aren't her mother, are you?"
"Yes, I am," Bernadine confirmed. "I really have to get to my classroom."
"Oh..." said Lloyd. "Of course... Well... I'll see you 'round."
Bernadine hurried away, flustered. She wasn't prepared to be engaged in friendly conversation so soon after her debasement in the principal's office. All her expectations of professional treatment had been stripped from her and her daughter's teacher had taken her by surprise. Reflecting back on the encounter only served to embarrass her further. What must the man think of her?
* * *
The classroom felt like home to Bernadine. The book the students were using was one she was familiar with and class went smoothly. She was free for two periods until the next class she'd have to teach. She decided to just relax in the empty classroom since it wouldn't be used again until then. She had no desire to run into the principal again and she still preferred not to have to face Lloyd Knowland either.
Class had been over for at least ten minutes before Bernadine felt the tension beginning to melt away. Her tranquility was short lived, however. The door to her classroom opened and in walked Lindsey Hutz and an athletic looking white boy. The boy shut the door.
"Well, well," grinned Lindsey. "Look what they have teaching in school. My papa's old nigger fuck toy. He got a new one now. I guess he wore this one out."
"Get out," Bernadine ordered her. "I don't answer to your father anymore and I don't have to listen to your insolence! Get out of here."
The white boy started to speak, but Lindsey cut him off.
"I'll deal with the nigger, Craig," she told him. "You'll have your fun later. I promise."
"All right, Lindsey," agreed Craig. "You know how to handle 'em."
"We're not going," growled Lindsey. "You're gonna do as I say or this whole school's gonna know about you and what you are and what you do. You won't be able to show your face around here then. I told Chalmers. I figured you'd get past him somehow. Probably took that old geezer's dick up your ass. Nasty nigger."
Bernadine knew that the students would listen to Lindsey. Whatever authority the black teacher had would be gone after that.
"What do you want?" said Bernadine finally.
"Oh, nothing special...," smiled Lindsey slyly. "A little sex ed lesson for my boyfriend. That's all. Just show him which hole to put it in."
"How do I know you won't spread this story around?" Bernadine wanted to know.
"You don't think I'd spoil this setup do you?" laughed Lindsey. "If I tell, I'll lose my nigger slut toy. I wouldn't want that. I won't spread the story as long as you spread your legs. Get it?"
Bernadine got it, all right. Once again, the little teenaged bitch had her over a barrel. The black woman couldn't believe how little authority she had. She'd been a principal of a large high school for several years and teacher for even more. Yet, here in her own classroom, Lindsey could treat her like her personal slave and there wasn't a thing she could do about it.
"Yes, I get it," sighed Bernadine wearily.
"You get it..., what?" grinned Lindsey expectantly.
Bernadine's shoulders slumped in defeat.
"I get it, ma'am," said the teacher to the student.
"Good!" exclaimed the teenaged girl. "Now strip. My boyfriend is ready for his lesson."
The negress reached around and unzipped her dress. Carefully removing it, she layed it on her desk. Next, she pulled her slip up over her head. Bernadine considered protesting more before taking any more off, but she knew it wouldn't do her any good. Lindsey had the upper hand and they both knew it. Craig looked on, transfixed by the sight of the black teacher stripping at the command of his girlfriend.
Bernadine unclasped her bra and pulled it off. Finally she pulled off her panties and stockings and stood naked in her classroom in front of the two white students. Lindsey smiled triumphantly while Craig looked on slack jawed.
"Time to get class started," announced Lindsey. "Show him where it goes, nigger."
Unsure of what to do, Bernadine just stood there.
"What's wrong, teacher?" asked the white girl. "Even a nigger knows where it goes."
Lindsey gestured towards Bernadine's crotch.
"Tell him what this is," ordered Lindsey. "Tell him what it's for."
"That's my vagina," Bernadine replied, her face burning with shame. "It's for sex."
"What?" responded Lindsey, incredulously. "Niggers don't have 'vaginas'. That's a fuck hole, nigger. And it's for white dicks to use. That's it. Now tell him."
Bernadine could barely control her anger. But, she knew that being talked about by the entire student body would be even more embarrassing than playing this game with Lindsey.
"This is my fuck hole," stated Bernadine flatly. "It's for white dicks."
"Much better," said Lindsey. "Now prepare yourself for use."
Craig's dick was tenting up the crotch of his jeans. His eyes were glazed over. Bernadine felt like a piece of meat about to be pounced upon by a hungry dog.
"You want me to lay on the floor?" asked Bernadine.
Lindsey put her hands on her hips and shook her head.
"You think he's gonna fuck you like a woman?" Lindsey replied with mock surprise. "Bend your ass over the desk and present your holes to your betters, nigger. He's gonna fuck you like the animal you are. Now, do it!"
Bernadine bowed her head and turned around, facing her desk. She bent over, resting her chest on top of it.
"Spread those legs, bitch," hissed Lindsey. "Do I have to tell you everything?"
The colored woman resigned herself to the inevitable and moved her feet further apart. She sensed the white boy behind her and heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down and the jangle of a loosened belt buckle. Seconds later, Bernadine could feel the head of Craig's erect cock probing at her pussy.
"She ain't wet enough," complained Craig.
"So what?" said Lindsey, exasperated. "Just shove it in! She'll take it. She has to."
Bernadine yelped in surprise at the suddenness of being roughly penetrated. Craig jammed his dick into her dry vagina. Instantly he filled her and painfully stretched her tender flesh.
Craig was intoxicated with lust and pounded into Bernadine's pussy. She could feel his balls slapping against her as his dick plunged into her over and over again. He grunted with each thrust.
"Is her cunt any good?" asked Lindsey. "Do you like fuckin' that big black ape?"
"It's way better 'n jerkin' off, I can tell ya that!" replied Craig, his voice labored from the exertion. "I can't believe I'm fuckin' a teacher even if she's a nigger."
Bernadine tried to look away from Lindsey and endured the pounding she was getting from the white high school boy. The pain was real, but the humiliation was worse. She was a grown woman. Anywhere else she'd be an authority figure to these two teenagers. But here, they were in control. Bernadine had no free will of her own. All she could do was take it.
"Oh, fuck!" cried Craig. "I'm gonna nut! Fuck!"
"Do it, Craig," urged Lindsey. "That's what it's for."
"Fuck!" exclaimed the white boy.
Craig ejaculated in the negro's vagina while his girlfriend looked on with a wicked grin on her face and her eyes shining. Bernadine could tell that Lindsey was feeding off her shame. The white girl seemed genuinely aroused by humiliating the hapless colored woman.
Bernadine could hear both of them breathing heavily. It was almost as if the two white teenagers had just had sex and the negro woman just happened to be there as a sexual aid. The idea shamed her deeply.
After a bit, the black teacher felt the white boy's dick soften inside her and slide out of her pussy. She listened as he zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. Bernadine remained bent over her desk waiting to hear what degrading remarks Lindsey had in store for her. She could feel Craig's semen leaking out of her vagina and dripping down the inside of her leg.
Instead, the next sound she heard was footsteps and the classroom door closing. Looking up, Bernadine saw that she was alone. She'd been used and discarded. Taking a paper tissue, the negress wiped off her pussy before getting dressed. She could still feel the wet spot in the crotch of her panties afterwards anyways.
* * *
An hour and a quarter later, students arrived for the other class Bernadine was to teach. They walked past the desk that the black teacher had been bent over earlier, naked, with one of her daughter's classmate's dick inside her.
* * *
Somehow, Bernadine made it through the class. At the end of the period she quickly left the building and headed out to the faculty parking lot. Originally, she'd planned to look for Ebony and Taneesha so her girls could see their mother as a teacher again. Now she was just as happy she hadn't run into them.
Driving home, Bernadine realized Ebony had been correct. This school was nothing like the one back home. But it was exactly like the one here some thirty years earlier. Most likely it was exactly like the one some thirty years before that and still would be some thirty years in the future.
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