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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 sun was setting as Bernadine and her daughters left the house after dinner that evening. They were on their way to Anne Richards' house where they were to be the guests of honor at an intimate gathering hosted by the superintendent for some of her friends.
Bernadine didn't really have any formal wear, so she chose a dark blue jacket and skirt she sometimes wore to work. Ebony wore a black dress. Taneesha's dress was purple. Both girls had given alot of attention to their appearance, wanting to make a good impression on Miss Richards.
"Don't you be goin' wit'out us, Dina!" called Henrietta from the steps. "Miz Brown done called an' says Miz Annie wants Lena an' me to be comin', too. She wants us to be servin' her guests at dis party she be havin'."
Jolene joined her mother outside. Both she and Henrietta were still in their maid's uniforms.
"We gots to be takin' our car," said Jolene. "We ain't all gonna fit in Dina's."
Bernadine eyed the beat up Buick warily. Jolene climbed behind the wheel. Henrietta and her granddaughters got in the back.
"Don't jus' stan' dere, Dina!" exclaimed Henrietta. "Let's git! Dat nice white lady be waitin' on us!"
Looking dubious about the reliability of the old car, Bernadine jiggled the door handle until it opened and sat in the passenger seat. Jolene backed the Buick out of the driveway and they were off to Miss Richard's house.
The apprehension Bernadine felt towards Miss Anne's party was heightened now that her mother and sister would be attending as well as her daughters. The fact that she wasn't driving only made it worse. It made her feel even less in control than she did already.
The old Buick creaked and lurched as it bounced over the railroad tracks. The sky was still red, but the street lights were coming on in the darkening twilight while the car made its way down the tree lined street.
At last they reached the rather unassuming single story house surrounded by greenery and bright flowers that belonged to Superintendent Richards. Jolene parked in front of the garage and shut off the motor. The engine ticked as they sat there waiting for one of them to open a door.
Bernadine had butterflies in her stomach. She surveyed the scene through the window until a light by a side entrance went on. Clearly their arrival had been noticed.
"Why ain't somebody gittin' on out o' da car?" complained Henrietta. "Dina! Lena! We can't be sittin' out here all night!"
Bernadine took a deep breath and opened the door. She led the way to the side entrance, the others right behind her. It was Carol who answered the door bell.
The superintendent's secretary was dressed smartly in a dark colored dress with a pearl necklace and matching earrings. She'd clearly put alot of time into her appearance for the evening. Carol smiled warmly while letting Bernadine and her family into the house.
"Hello, Bernadine," Carol greeted her. "It's nice to see you again, Ebony. And, this must be Taneesha! You're a pretty girl, too."
"Thank you, ma'am," blushed Taneesha.
"You don't have to ma'am me, sweetheart," Carol told her in a friendly tone. "I'm a nigger like you."
Bernadine felt a little embarrassed by the exchange. Here she'd brought her girls here, only to have another black woman use that word to describe them. Taneesha blushed harder in response to what Carol had said. Ebony glared. Henrietta and Jolene exchanged knowing glances.
"I'd know these two were your mother and sister just by seeing them," Carol continued. "The family resemblance is amazing! I'm glad you could come, too. It may seem a bit much to have two servers for such a small gathering, but Miss Annie likes her guests to get attentive service."
"We's honored you be askin' us, Miz Brown," replied Henrietta. "Dis here's a real nice house. Is you livin' here, too?"
"Well..., yes," replied Carol slowly. "Miss Annie will be meeting you all shortly, so I'll take you to the living room."
Carol led them to the doorway into the rest of the house. They went only a short distance before they came to a sunken living room. The room seemed quite large to Bernadine, especially after they'd gone down the two steps to floor level.
A low backed sectional sofa went around the perimeter of the shag carpeted lower level. Sliding glass doors looking over the back yard were opposite the entrance they'd come in through.
They didn't have long to wait. Anne Richards came into the room from another direction. She smiled when she saw Bernadine and her family.
"Dina, I'm glad to see you!" she said happily. "Carol told me she'd arranged to have Henrietta and Jolene come and help out with the guests. And I see you brought your girls, too! They are absolute darlings!"
Ebony smiled while Taneesha blushed at the compliment. Bernadine couldn't remember a time when she saw her mother so pleased. Henrietta was positively beaming as the white lady looked from daughter to daughter, grandchild to grandchild.
"Thank you, ma'am," replied Bernadine. "Thank you for inviting us to your home."
"You're more 'n welcome, girl," Anne assured her before turning to her secretary. "Carol, I want a word or two with Dina in private. Take these ladies back to the kitchen an' start showin' 'em what they're gonna be servin'. Guests are gonna be arrivin' soon. Take the girls, too."
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Annie," Carol responded. "I'll git 'em all settled in."
Carol walked back towards the kitchen with Henrietta, Jolene, and Taneesha right behind her. Ebony hesitated for a moment before joining them.
"You got a fine lookin' family," said Anne once they were alone. "Mighty fine. Now, here's what I wanted to talk to you about. I've got a few guests comin' in from out of town. A couple more who live here, but not for too long. They don't know much about how things work around here an' I want you to help me show 'em. Sometimes outsiders get the wrong idea about it."
"What I want 'em to see," Anne continued, "is how you coloreds are happy in your place here an' how eager y'all are to serve an' please us. Naturally, Carol is a perfect example of a good nigger, but they're all friends of mine an' they all know how sweet an' devoted my girl is to me. I think seein' you an' knowin' a little about you would mean even more. Understand?"
"I... don't understand," replied Bernadine. "What is you want me to do?"
"Oh, nothin' difficult at all, girl," Anne told her. "You just do what I say like a good obedient nigger, that's all. I'm gonna have you get in your natural state so you can show off your charms to these folks. You do have such a handsome body, girl. I know they're gonna love it like I do. I'm sure some of the men folks 'll want to try you out, too. You'll do me proud. No doubt about it."
Bernadine was floored. Was this the price of being rescued from the dire straights she'd found herself in? And what about Ebony and Taneesha? They now had an idea of what their mother had been forced to do, but to have them witness her humiliation this way was far worse.
"But, what about my girls?" asked Bernadine. "I can't... Not in front of them! I... I... don't want to let you down, Miz Annie. I need the job you found for me and so does Ebony."
Anne looked surprised to hear this. Bernadine's hopes began to nose dive.
"Wait a minute, girl," Anne stopped her. "That job is yours. Your girl is goin' to that college. That's a done deal, so don't you fret about it. I'll have Carol show off for the folks. I should've said somethin' sooner about what I had in mind..."
Bernadine started to feel relieved until she saw the look of disappointment on the white lady's face. Her mind raced back to that morning in Anne's office. She'd just lost her job and had no prospects for anything that would allow her to send Ebony to college.
Anne may have been a little eccentric and certainly she expected total subservience from "her girls", but she was kind and caring. She'd given Bernadine the opportunity to teach again when the colored woman thought she'd have no chance. When that didn't work out, the white lady found a way to fix the problems in one fell swoop even though the solution would take the colored woman away from her.
Bernadine remembered the flood of emotions she felt that day. Of being cared for. Of appreciation to her benefactor. And, undeniably, an unexplainable desire to submit to the white lady in a show of humble gratitude. She felt that same desire surfacing again now.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Bernadine hurried to say. "I didn't mean that you'd use that job to make me do anything... Well, maybe I did... You can't know what I've been through the past year... Please forgive me, ma'am. I'll do like you say."
"You sure, girl?" asked Anne softly, gently touching Bernadine's face.
"Yes, ma'am," Bernadine responded. "I want to please you. I want to do it for you."
"I knew you were a good nigger, Dina," smiled Anne. "I know you'll do me proud."
Bernadine felt nervous about what was to come, but at the same time she felt a degree of comfort in knowing she'd pleased Anne. Now all she had to worry about were her daughters.
"May I go find my girls, ma'am?" asked Bernadine. "I want to tell them about tonight."
"Of course," replied Anne. "But, don't take too long. Folks'll be gettin' here soon."
The black woman headed into the kitchen. Carol was still showing Henrietta and Jolene where everything was. Ebony and Taneesha sat at the kitchen table watching. They looked up when their mother entered the room and watched as she approached and sat down with them.
"I've got something to tell you girls," she started. "Miss Annie wants me to... I'm not sure how to say this... She wants her guests to see me... undressed."
"Mama!" exclaimed Ebony. "Are you really gonna do it?!"
"Yes, baby," said Bernadine. "She's a sweet old lady who's done a lot for me in the short time I've known her. She's done alot for you whether you realize it or not. Things are different here and certain things are expected... I know it would be very shameful back home, but, here... It's different."
"Like when you was wit' dat pretty white lady in da driveway?" asked Taneesha. "Dat ain't shameful here?"
"Uh..., no..., I suppose it really isn't," replied Bernadine.
"So what Big Mama, Aunt Lena, an' me was doin' ain't shameful neither?" Taneesha asked. "We ain't bad fo' what we done?"
"No," stated Bernadine. "You're not bad. You're doing what's right for you. And doing this for Miss Annie isn't bad either."
"I thought she was a nice old lady," said Ebony. "It turns out she's like most of the other white people here. I can't believe she's makin' you do that. I guess there's nothin' you can do about it."
"She's not making me do anything, Ebony," Bernadine told her. "We'd still be taken care of with the job and the college whether I do it or not. Maybe that's why I want to do it. I know how happy it will make her and I want to make her happy."
"Well, as I live an' breath!" exclaimed Henrietta, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation. "I never thought I be hearin' dat from you, Dina. You jus' wanna make dat sweet ol' white lady happy. Feels good to make her happy, don't it, girl? Maybe dere's hope fo' you. Maybe you be understandin' how we feel, wantin' to please da white folks."
"It does feel good, mama," replied Bernadine. "I can't explain it, but it does."
* * *
The first guests began to arrive in less than an hour. Bernadine didn't recognize any of them. She smiled and spoke politely to them as she was introduced. Henrietta and Jolene circulated amongst them bearing trays of drinks and snacks. Ebony and Taneesha stood to the side of the main area of the living room.
The next guest was someone Bernadine recognized. Ebony did, too. Lloyd Knowland, her favorite teacher, had arrived. He was dressed as he would for class and seemed a little out of place. Anne met him and brought him over to where they stood.
"This is Dina Johnson," Anne introduced him. "And her girls, Ebony an' Taneesha."
"We've met," said Lloyd. "And Ebony is a star pupil."
Now it was Ebony's turn to blush.
"I'm pleased to meet you..., sir," said Bernadine. "We didn't have much time for talk the last time."
It had been one thing for Bernadine to speak using honorifics with the strangers who'd arrived earlier. Now she felt very self conscious doing it with the teacher she'd met as an equal. The fact that he was Ebony's teacher only intensified the feeling. But, it pleased Anne, and that's what she wanted to do.
"Hi, Mister Knowland," said Ebony. "I didn't think anyone was comin' that I'd know."
"Neither did I!" laughed the teacher. "I don't know any of these folks. I think I'm the only one from the school who's here."
The doorbell rang again and the black woman watched Carol go answer the door. Bernadine's jaw dropped when she saw the silver haired superintendent from her old school distinct, Bill Jefferson, step into the room.
"Bill!" exclaimed Anne. "Get on over here!"
The white lady turned to Bernadine as Bill made his way through the room.
"I think Bill's from where you used to live," she told her. "You ever met him?"
"I worked for him when I was the principal at a high school there," said Bernadine.
Bernadine felt a familiar knot in her stomach. Her performance later was going to be difficult enough in front of strangers. But Bill Jefferson had known and respected her as a professional educator and administrator. Soon he would be seeing her as something quite different.
"Bernadine Johnson?" asked Bill, almost in disbelief. "I wasn't sure I'd see you again. But, I'm glad I am! How have you been?"
"I've been okay," replied Bernadine. "It's nice to see you again."
"Things have been going downhill since I last saw you," said Bill "We had to shut down a middle school, too. It's terrible."
"So you know each other?" said Anne. "Wonderful! Let me introduce you around, Bill, I don't think you know everybody..."
Bernadine watched as Anne walked off with Bill. Ebony and Taneesha had drifted off with Lloyd Knowland, leaving her alone.
Carol hurried to the door when the bell rang. In stepped Marcy Collins. Bernadine felt her heart beat faster as the pretty white lady lit up the room with a smile. Her green eyes found the colored woman quickly. The brunette made her way over, her slinky red dress was like a beacon amongst the sea of muted tones worn by the other guests.
At the last second, Marcy changed course and found Anne along with Bill. Bernadine couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She was a little embarrassed with herself at having gotten so worked up at seeing the young white woman.
"Dat's da pretty white lady I seen mama wit'," Taneesha said to Ebony.
Lloyd had moved on and the girls had returned to their mother's side.
"She's pretty, all right," agreed Ebony. "Every man in the place watched her walk across the room. Just what did you see that time?"
"She kissed mama right on da lips..." sighed Taneesha. "Left her lipstick on her, too. An' dat ain't all I seen, neither..."
"That's enough, Neesha," Bernadine cut her off. "Some things are private. You've got to learn to leave folks alone."
"I's sorry, mama," said Taneesha. "I ain't mean nothin'. I's jus' sayin'. Dat's all."
"That lady kissed you?" asked Ebony incredulously. "I bet you hated that!"
Bernadine remained silent and watched Anne introducing Marcy around. Jolene stopped by on her way to the kitchen with an empty tray.
"Hated it?" laughed Jolene. "I bet she loved it! I seen yo' mama lookin' at dat white lady like one horny damn nigga."
"Lena!" exclaimed Bernadine. "Don't start that again. I had to do what I had to do."
"Dat don't mean shit, Dina," replied Jolene. "You loved doin' what you had to do. Don't lie."
Bernadine just glared as her sister continued on her way to the kitchen. Ebony looked away from them and back at the cluster of guests around Anne and Marcy. All at once the people started stepping back to the perimeter of the room.
"Dina!" called Anne. "Come on over here, girl. I want to show these folks what I've been talkin' about.
The moment of truth had finally arrived. Bernadine felt light headed as she made her way to the center of the room where Anne stood waiting for her. She tried not to meet the gaze of the guests, whose eyes were all upon her.
"Dina is a perfect example," Anne announced. "She grew up here, but unlike most coloreds here, she left. She went to college, was a teacher, an' even a principal. Things didn't go too good for her after that an' she ended up back here. It wasn't long before she found out things hadn't changed too much since she left."
"I ain't gonna lie to you folks," Anne went on. "Plenty of the folks here in this town 'll take advantage of a poor colored woman. Plenty of 'em took advantage of Dina. When she came to me, she was at the end of her rope. But, I could tell that underneath everything, she was a sweet girl. She jus' didn't like folks takin' advantage of her."
"Y'all know me, an' y'all know I couldn't say no to a pretty colored girl," the white lady continued. "I take care o' my girls, an' Dina's no exception. Now, she's gonna show us all what a good, sweet, devoted, nigger girl she is by sharin' her charms with us. Isn't that right, girl?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Bernadine in a small voice.
Bernadine glanced up for a moment and saw that all eyes were watching her. She could see Ebony and Taneesha looking back at her. Marcy's red dress was easy to spot, too. The brunette's green eyes sparkled as she looked on. A bead of sweat rolled down the negress's face.
"Let's get started then," said Anne. "Show the nice folks what you got, sweetheart. You want Carol to help you?"
The black woman nodded and Anne motioned for Carol to assist. The secretary stepped behind her and unzipped Bernadine's dress. She lifted it up over Bernadine's head and draped it over a chair.
Carol unclasped Bernadine's bra and pulled it off of her. The black woman stood bare breasted in front of the white party goers. She felt her legs trembling, but her pussy was moistening. The smile on Anne's face gave her a warm feeling through her entire body.
The colored secretary squatted and pulled Bernadine's panties down along with her stockings. Stepping out of them, the negress was completely naked amidst the elegantly dressed white people. It was humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. Anne beamed with pride as she stepped up to her.
"Display position, girl," whispered Anne. "Look your best."
Bernadine lifted her arms and clasped her hands behind her head. Standing with her feet wide apart, she thrust out her chest and looked straight ahead.
"Mouth open, Dina," Anne said under her breath. "Let them see you offering yourself to them completely."
Embarrassed and blushing, Bernadine complied. She felt like an animal on display for inspection, standing there, open mouthed and exposed. Anne turned back to her guests.
"See what a good nigger she is now?" asked Anne. "So obedient and docile. And, so pretty! Just look at these udders and how they hang. Aren't they just delicious? Look between her legs. She keeps her pussy bare simply because it pleases us."
Anne put a hand under one of Bernadine's breasts and lifted it up as she smiled to the onlookers.
"Look how she holds her position!" said Anne happily. "What a good girl! You know this has to be a little humiliating, even for a nigger. But, she takes it and is ready for more because she's such a good nigger."
The negro felt like she was looking down on the whole scene, even seeing herself standing there like a prize cow being shown off. Anne released her breast and reached down between the colored woman's legs, stroking her pussy. Bernadine involuntarily humped back at the white lady's hand.
"She's soaked," smiled Anne. "Only a nigger would be aroused by this kind of treatment. A regular woman would be mortified at the idea of exposin' herself this way. But a nigger don't mind at all. They love showin' off their stuff."
"Look at her," Anne continued. "So beautiful. So sexual. So desirable. She knows it gives us pleasure to see her, so she wants us to see. I like seein' her. An' I love her showin' me. It's a perfect relationship, really. At least it can be."
Bernadine found herself carried away on the combination of Anne's words as well as her gentle hand. She knew her mother, sister, and daughters were all watching, but she'd lost her connection with that reality. All that mattered was the white lady's voice and touch.
"All right, girl, that's enough," whispered Anne.
Anne withdrew her hand and addressed the gathering.
"Your servers tonight happen to be Dina's mama an' sister," she told them. "Come on over here, girls. Where we all can see you."
Henrietta and Jolene came through the crowd. Both seemed perfectly pleased to be the center of attention. Her mother smiled at Bernadine. Her sister winked.
"Look at the family resemblance!" Anne exclaimed. "Isn't it remarkable? Get undressed, girls. Let's see how deep that resemblance goes!"
Bernadine watched as her mother and sister stripped off their maid's uniforms. In a moment they stood beside her, Henrietta and Jolene, naked and displaying their bodies just as she was.
"It's amazing how a nigger remains so desirable even as she ages," commented Anne. "Henrietta here is as old as me. I only wished I looked so good! They all look like sisters to me."
This humiliating display was incredibly degrading, thought Bernadine. It's as if she and her mother and sister were livestock being judged for a ribbon. Why then did it leave her aroused instead of angered? Why did she feel pride instead of shame at the way the people were looking at them?
"Dina's daughters are here tonight, too," Anne announced. "Ebony will be goin' to Smithmore in the spring. Taneesha's still a junior at the high school."
Taneesha bashfully approached the center of the room where her mother, grandmother, and aunt all together with their hands clasped behind their heads, legs apart, and completely nude. Bernadine wanted to speak, to tell her she didn't have to participate, but it was too late.
The teenager pulled off her dress and removed her bra. Her plump young breasts were bared for all to see. Eagerly, Taneesha took down her panties and stood beside the others, assuming the same exposed position, displaying her pudgy black body to the assembled guests.
"What a pretty girl you are!" exclaimed Anne happily. "Even though I know she's eighteen, look at the playful innocence displayed by this colored girl. She's like a child in a woman's body. I think she's absolutely precious."
Ebony hung back, clearly with no interest in coming forward and joining in the family's debasement. Bernadine was just as happy her older daughter didn't. At least one of them hadn't succumbed to her baser instincts and humiliated herself utterly for the amusement of these strangers.
"So, please feel free to enjoy these negroes," Anne offered her guests. "They're here for your pleasure. Don't be shy."
"So, Dina," said Bill Jefferson stepping forward. "You've come a long way since your days in my district. If it weren't for that husband of yours, I'd have made a move on you years ago. Damn. The hours I spent thinking of you, the exotic black woman with the aloof attitude. How I wanted to just bend you over and stick my dick in you. And now, here you are. Available for my pleasure. I like how that sounds."
Bill slowly walked around Bernadine, drinking in her naked body. When he touched her back, she shivered. She felt him wrap his arms around her from behind, taking a breast in each hand and gently kneading it. So the old pervert had a thing for her after all, she realized. She thought she'd be disgusted by his groping, but all she could feel was heat between her legs.
Bernadine felt his hard on through his trousers against her naked ass and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, Lloyd Knowland stood in front of her, watching Bill's hands roam over her chocolate colored flesh.
"This is most stimulating," commented Lloyd. "When I first saw you, it was your thick negro lips that attracted me. I know it sounds unprofessional, but the idea of those lips wrapped around my dick stuck in my mind the whole day. I was so bummed when I found out you'd gone home before I could talk to you."
The colored woman struggled to pay attention to the horny young teacher, but the older white man's hands had found their way between her legs. Still looking Lloyd in the face, she parted her thighs to give Bill better access to her sex.
"On your knees, Dina," instructed Bill. "Get ready for some dick."
Obviously, Bill didn't care who saw what he did. Bernadine didn't either at this point. She dropped to her knees and presented her sex like a bitch in heat. She heard the white man's zipper go down and in an instant he was behind her. She felt his hard cock slide into her well lubricated pussy.
"Suck me," croaked Lloyd, taking his dick out of his pants. "I gotta feel those lips I've been obsessed with all week."
Bernadine said nothing, she simply opened her mouth to allow him access.
From across the room, Ebony couldn't stand to see any more. Since the day she met Mister Knowland, she'd been fixated on the white man. He'd made her so happy when he complimented her in class. She'd gone to great lengths to please him to earn still more praise. She remembered the pangs of jealousy she felt when he'd spoken to her of his interest in Bernadine the day he'd met her mother. Yes, she'd had a crush on him since the beginning. Over the weeks it became more than just that.
And now, there he was. Her favorite teacher, the first man she'd fantasized about serving, was drooling over her own mother. The teenager wanted to retain her dignity, but she wanted to be the focus of Mister Knowland's attentions even more. She started making her way towards Bernadine and her admirers.
Ebony found her way there beside her mother and was hurriedly taking her dress off. Seconds later, she was kneeling, looking up at her teacher, just as Mister Knowland plunged his cock between Bernadine's waiting lips.
"You like what you see, Mister Knowland?" Ebony said in as sexy a voice as she could muster.
"Yeah...," replied Lloyd huskily. "You're a pretty girl, Ebony. So young. So pretty..."
The slurping noises Bernadine made on Lloyd's dick almost drowned out the sound of flesh slapping flesh from Bill's frantic thrusts into her pussy. Her breasts shook with each stroke. It was all so obscene, she thought, but she no longer cared. She was an animal now. A bitch in heat. All she cared about was satisfying her baser desires.
Lloyd pulled his cock out of Bernadine's mouth, turned slightly, and stuck it into Ebony's. The teenager bobbed her head on his manhood, never once breaking eye contact with him. Bernadine knew she should be horrified to see her little girl defiled this way. Instead she was relieved she could focus her attention on her building orgasm.
"Get ready, bitch," growled Bill. "Here it comes..."
"Oh!" cried Bernadine. "Ah! Oh!"
Bill's cock exploded into the negro's vagina. Bernadine could feel the white man's seed blasting into her as she came hard. Her pussy milked him as if it had a mind of its own. Finally, they calmed and he withdrew and stood. She heard his zipper and she looked over her shoulder at him.
"Damn, Dina," he exhaled. "That was better than I thought it would be. You're a fuckin' animal, girl. I love it!"
"Thank you, sir," panted Bernadine.
The semen drooled out of her pussy. Bernadine could feel it running down her leg. She looked to her left and got a close up view of her older daughter sucking her teacher's cock. Ebony's head bobbed rapidly while Lloyd groaned with pleasure.
To her right, she saw Anne reclining on a low sofa with Taneesha on her hands and knees in front of her. Her younger daughter's head was out of sight under the white lady's dress.
Further away, Bernadine could see Henrietta and Jolene on their knees taking turns with some gray haired white man's cock. One woman would suck it while the other licked his balls. They kept switching off, much to his delight.
The scene was utter debauchery. How could it have come to this? How could she have allowed herself to sink to this level. Why did it feel so good?
"Oh, yeah!" exclaimed Lloyd, ejaculating in the teenager's mouth.
Ebony couldn't take much, and the teacher's cum flooded out between the colored girl's lips, dripping off her chin onto her naked breasts. She looked up and smiled at him, her face coated with creamy white liquid.
Bernadine was overwhelmed by the whole scene. She wanted more. It was as if the flood gates had opened and years of repressed desires were now running free. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a flash of red.
Marcy was standing there. More precisely, she had been standing there. Bernadine realized that the pretty white lady had seen every degrading act and how much the negress had loved it. It was humiliating, but even that added to her arousal.
Marcy smiled, her face flushed. Clearly she'd been quite aroused by the performance she'd just witnessed. Suddenly, Anne was standing there, too. The silver haired woman had finished with Taneesha. The chubby teenager was on her knees at the white lady's feet smiling happily as she ran her fingers through the colored girl's hair.
"Say, Marcy," she said, lowering her voice suggestively, "this girl knows how to please a woman, too. I know that first hand. You want me to leave you alone with her? Maybe you'd like to use her in the guest room where it's a little more private?"
"I'd like that, yes," Marcy replied. "She's got such a nice body. And I simply adore her thick soft lips! Did I tell you I kissed her? I just couldn't resist!"
"You want her rinsed off first?" asked Anne. "She's had quite a workout what with Bill using her so hard."
"No," Marcy said as she looked down at the naked negro woman. "I want her now."
"All right, girl," said Anne. "You heard the lady."
Anne and Marcy went on ahead to a corridor off the living room. Bernadine followed behind them, her head bowed. She glanced up, her eyes involuntarily focusing on Marcy's shapely ass, swaying seductively under her clingy red dress.
The colored woman felt a tingle between her legs. Was she really excited in anticipation of being used by the enigmatic white lady? The treatment she'd already received was shameful enough. Even more so that she'd be aroused by it. Especially now, when she was to be used by another woman.
Soon they arrived at a closed door.
"Here you are," announced Anne. "You can go ahead in and get ready, Marcy. I'll send Dina in in a minute."
She opened the door, revealing a small dark bedroom dominated by a large four poster bed opposite the door. A wooden chest of drawers with a mirror over it was on the wall to the left. A tall window covered with closed curtains was to the right.
Marcy turned and smiled at Bernadine with a sultriness that made the colored woman reflexively squeeze her thighs together. The white lady entered the bedroom. Anne stepped up to the naked negress.
"You do a good job on her, girl, you hear?" she instructed the black woman.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Bernadine.
Bernadine stepped into the room to find Marcy sitting up in the bed with her legs open and knees bent. The white lady had removed her dress and panties. Her breasts were small and her nipples were pale pink. Her pussy lips were the same color. She wore the same smile that had haunted the negro woman's thoughts since the evening in the driveway.
No words were exchanged as the naked negro climbed onto the bed and put her head between the green eyed woman's legs. Her pussy was covered with soft light brown hairs and her scent was strong. It was obvious that Marcy had been very aroused at seeing Bernadine used by Bill Jefferson in the living room, surrounded by her family.
The negress didn't understand why she felt the overpowering desire to serve the young white woman. There was something about Marcy that cast a spell over her. Her rational self saw it and was embarrassed by it. But, her rational self wasn't in control of the situation.
Bernadine licked the length of Marcy's pussy with her tongue flat against her slit. The white woman tasted as good as she smelled, all warm and musky. She licked her again, more firmly this time, her tongue parting her labia.
Marcy shuddered with pleasure as Bernadine's tongue encountered her clit. The white woman's thighs closed on the negro's head and she started gently bucking her hips. The negress stiffened her tongue and pushed it into the brunette's vagina, eliciting a moan of pleasure and an increase in her thrusts.
Bernadine began servicing her with increased vigor as the white woman's pussy grew wetter. She felt Marcy's hands on her head, pushing her face into her crotch. The negro struggled for breath, but never slowed her attentions.
"Oh!" whimpered Marcy. "Ohhh!"
The colored woman's face was suddenly wet with the brunette's juices as she came. Marcy's thighs held Bernadine's head like a vice. At last, she relaxed her grip, releasing her.
"Oh, Dina...," sighed the white woman. "That was heavenly... You remind me of Pearl. The colored lady who took care of me when I was younger. She took such good care of me..."
"Thank you, ma'am," said Bernadine gratefully. "I know you thought alot of her."
"I did," Marcy smiled. "She was wonderful. Just like you."
Marcy stood and slowly dressed. Bernadine watched intently.
"I've made up my mind to leave here," Marcy told her after a minute of silence. "James just isn't the kind of man I want. My father can run the family business fine without me. An old friend of mine from college is expanding her real estate office and wants me to join her. It's not far from Smithmore. I'll be seeing more of you, Dina. Much more."
"I'd like that, ma'am," said Bernadine.
Bernadine immediately imagined what it would be like to be with Marcy, much as Carol was with Anne. She realized she loved the idea of working all day and then coming home with nothing to worry about other than pleasing the pretty white lady. It wasn't the kind of life she'd ever fantasized about until recently, but the idea gave her a warm feeling throughout her body and a tingling sensation between her legs.
Once she was dressed, Marcy headed back to the living room. Bernadine, still naked, followed closely behind. The guests had all departed. Anne sat on the couch with Ebony and Taneesha at her feet. Henrietta and Jolene weren't there. Likely the two colored women were finishing up in the kitchen.
"So, Marcy," smiled Anne. "How was she?"
"She was everything you said she'd be," replied Marcy. "And then some. But, I already had a feeling she would be."
Bernadine blushed hearing the two white women discussing her. She'd been talked about in the past as if she wasn't present, leaving her feeling objectified. This time was different and she basked in their praise even if they weren't addressing her directly.
"I'm glad you came, Marcy," said Anne after a moment or two. "I think Dina is, too."
"Yes, ma'am," said Dina softly. "I am. Thank you, Miz Marcy. And you, too, Miz Annie.
Ebony and Taneesha looked up at her from where they sat on the floor, meeting their mother's gaze. Their eye contact lasted only a second, but it was enough. Her daughters understood that they all shared the same feelings. There was no longer any need to pretend otherwise.
Carol appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. Bernadine noticed that she had lost her clothing at some point during the evening. The black secretary was completely naked, her large breasts swayed as she walked over to stand next to her mistress. Anne noticed her arrival and smiled at her, placing a hand on her bare ass and absentmindedly rubbing it.
"Well, it's gettin' late," announced Anne. "I've got to get on to bed. Time for you girls to get dressed an' go on home. I'm so pleased you came, Dina. You and your wonderful family."
"Thank you, Miz Annie, ma'am," replied Bernadine.
"I'll run along, too, Annie," said Marcy.
Marcy stepped up to Annie and kissed the older woman lightly on the cheek. She turned to Carol and planted a bigger kiss right on Carol's lips.
Finally, she went to Bernadine and put her hands on the negro's shoulders. Marcy gazed into her eyes for a long few seconds, smiling sweetly at her. Then she pressed her lips to hers and kissed her long and hard. When the colored woman felt the brunette's tongue, she parted her lips. Her heart pounded and her legs trembled.
"See you later, Dina," smiled Marcy after breaking off the kiss.
Bernadine was too flustered to respond. Ebony and Taneesha both looked surprised at the display. Their mother just stood there, savoring the memory of Marcy's lips against her own.
They all watched as Marcy went to the front door, her hips swaying beneath her clingy red dress. She turned and waved before letting herself out.
"Well," observed Anne. "I guess that about wraps it up. Good night, all."
Bernadine and her daughters found their clothing and dressed quickly. Henrietta and Jolene had finished straightening up in the kitchen and were back in their uniforms. Carol, still naked, accompanied them to the door and let them out.
It was chilly when Bernadine and her family walked out into the night. The moon lit their way back to the old Buick parked in the driveway. They quickly got in and they were on their way back home.
"What happened back there?" asked Ebony once they'd turned onto the main road. "I can't believe that all happened. They treated us like ... like ... pets almost! But ... I don't know ... I kinda liked it. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with us?"
"Ain't nothin' wrong wit' you, chil'!" said Henrietta. "We jus' niggas, dat's all. It's jus' as natural as kin be."
Bernadine said nothing. Maybe there was nothing to say. Maybe the old colored lady's words said all there was to say.
* * *
In less than a week, the time to leave had come. Bernadine had spent the previous evening packing. Ebony had done the same. The whole family helped carry their bags out to the Volvo as the morning sun climbed over the horizon. It was a long drive to Smithmore and they wanted to get an early start. At last, the car was loaded and there was nothing left to do.
"Well, mama, it looks like we're ready," Bernadine told her mother. "Thank you for putting us up and thanks for taking care of Neesha. I think she'll be more at home here with you and her friends."
"Aw, it ain't nothin', girl," replied Henrietta. "Dis be her home, too. Jus' like it be yours. Promise me you be comin' back to see us all soon. I got used to havin' y'all around."
"I promise," said Bernadine.
"Well, well, well," grinned Jolene. "So, here you is, leavin'. Seems to me you jus' got here. But you ain't leavin' everythin'. I knows you be seein' dat pretty white girl again out dere."
Bernadine blushed at the words. Jolene laughed and put her arms around her sister.
"An' I knows you a horny ass nigga, Dina," whispered Jolene in her sister's ear. "Jus' like me."
The black woman smiled back at her sister before turning to her youngest daughter.
"I'll miss you, Neesha," she told her. "But, I think you'll be fine here. You were right. You are a grown woman. You take care of your grandmother and your aunt. I'll be calling you every day to see how you're doing."
"I'll miss you, too, mama," replied Taneesha. "Thanks fo' lettin' me stay. I feels like I's home here."
"I know what you mean, girl," agreed Bernadine.
Ebony was already in the front seat of the car when Bernadine climbed in. She started the motor and they both waved while she backed out of the driveway. The rest of the family waved back.
In a minute they were rumbling over the railroad tracks, leaving the old neighborhood behind with its ramshackle houses and weed choked yards. Still, for better or worse, Bernadine knew it was home. And this time, she knew she'd return.
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