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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 only nine thirty in the morning, but Geraldine Jones had already been at work for well over three hours. The full figured black woman was just leaving room sixteen eleven of the Royal Tower hotel with an arm load of dirty sheets. She dumped them into the waiting hamper in the hallway. She was more than halfway done with her housekeeping duties in her assigned rooms. She looked forward to taking it easy on the last five rooms since she had over four hours remaining on her shift.
This wasn't exactly where she'd planned to be at age twenty eight. She fully expected to be raising a family by now. But ever since her husband, Bernie, was laid off and forced to take a lower paying job as a bell hop at the hotel, she'd had to go to work there, too, in order to help pay the bills.
Actually, she didn't mind the work so much. The Royal Tower was a first class hotel and was definitely not cheap. A room cost over two hundred dollars a night here. It was even more up here on the fancier higher floors. Happily, that meant that she frequently received big tips from business men she actually had never laid eyes on.
Secretly, she got a kind of thrill taking care of the rooms occupied by high class business travelers. Occasionally, she'd see one of the guests in the hallway as she pushed her housekeeping cart from room to room. They were pretty much always middle aged white men dressed in expensive suits. Always hurrying off to somewhere.
She'd smile at them as they passed her, but usually they'd take no notice of the big colored woman with the long pony tail in the gray housekeeping uniform, complete with a cute white cap. Even though she had a pretty face, dark brown eyes, and full thick lips, she was invisible to them. But that didn't stop her from occasional flights of fantasy.
Geraldine came to the door of room sixteen twelve and knocked.
"Housekeeping," she announced and waited for a response.
No answer. The black woman took her id card and slipped it into the key card slot and opened the door. She pushed her cart of cleaning supplies and little soaps and shampoos in ahead of her.
The room had a magnificent view of the downtown area. There were two queen sized beds, but, only one looked slept in. That would save some time, she thought. She was startled by the sound of typing on a keyboard and turned towards where there was a desk and chair just past where the bathroom was. A middle aged white man dressed in one of the hotel's plush terry cloth robes sat at the desk typing on a laptop computer.
"I's sorry, sir!" she apologized. "I din't know nobody was in here! I kin come back later. Sorry, sir."
Geraldine was always unnerved when things like that happened. Though this wasn't as embarrassing as the time she walked in on a couple having sex. They'd just ignored her as she quickly rolled her cart back into the hallway. Why couldn't they just put up the "do not disturb" indicator? At least this man was decent.
Actually, decent didn't begin to do him justice, thought the colored housekeeper as she waited for him to say something. He struck her as actually being quite handsome. He might have been fifty years old with short brown hair flecked with gray. He wore a close cropped beard, which was more gray than brown. He stared intently through wire rimmed glasses into the lit screen of his computer. Finally he stopped typing and looked up at her.
"Just finishing a thought," he explained. "Oh, don't worry about that, girl. Go ahead and do your work, you won't bother me."
Girl? Had she heard him correctly?
"You sure, sir?" she asked, blushing in spite of herself. "I kin come back later. It ain't no trouble."
"I'm sure, girl," he said, turning his attention back to the screen.
He'd said it again! So naturally and matter of factly, too. She blushed and felt a warm rush through her body. She knew she should be offended, even though the white man was old enough to be her father. Calling a black woman girl, even one so much younger, was simply not socially acceptable. Even a housekeeper should bristle at it.
But not Geraldine. This was part of her fantasy. Serving these white businessmen brought out feelings she had that she couldn't tell anyone. Having one of them speak to her this way made her feel it even stronger.
"Thank you, sir," the colored woman responded.
Geraldine proceeded to strip the sheets off the bed, occasionally looking over at the white man at the desk. It was very rare for her to be working in a room with the guest still in it. He glanced over at her absently and she felt herself blush again. She cast her eyes down and smiled. When she looked up, he smiled briefly and turned back to his work.
The black woman was embarrassed to be feeling this way in response to the attentions of this stranger. She saw him look up and watch her while she passed by, carrying the sheets out the door. The negress blushed at the attention. She could feel the beginnings of arousal as she dumped the bedding in the hallway..
Before returning to the room with fresh sheets, Geraldine unbuttoned the first button on her uniform dress. This, too, was part of the fantasy. The idea of one of these older white men using her sexually excited her. And, mild as it was, having one of them enjoy the view of her cleavage was sufficient use to get her juices flowing.
The colored housekeeper was certainly enjoying the white man's attention, even though she realized that most of it was in her imagination. Exposing a little more of her brown flesh in the off chance he'd notice gave her pleasure and could easily be explained as being accidental. She'd only ever done this a couple of times in the past. As far as she knew, no one had ever even noticed.
Geraldine walked past the desk and bent over to put the fresh sheets on the bed. She knew he'd have a view right down her dress from where he sat. She glanced up to see if he was looking. He seemed immersed in his work. Oh, well, she thought. At least it was making her pussy feel good.
The big black girl continued making up the bed. She bent over it to smooth the bedspread, looking over at him the whole time. She could feel her large breasts swaying even with her bra holding them. When he glanced over at her and smiled she felt it right between her legs and blushed again. She looked down at the bed, but didn't straighten up for several seconds. She had no way of knowing if he noticed the extra exposure. She walked around the bed to finish up and undid another button while her back was to him.
The colored housekeeper went to the desk and leaned over to pick up the wastebasket. The white man was sitting right there. She looked up to see him looking back. His eyes were definitely focused on her breasts. She felt a hot wave of embarrassment wash over her, but there was no denying the warm wetness between her legs.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Geraldine wondered if maybe she'd taken her private game a little too far. She'd never had anyone notice before. Still, she waited several seconds more than necessary before she straightened up and emptied the wastebasket into the trash bag hanging off her cart. She couldn't look at him until she stole a quick glance while putting the wastebasket down. He was clearly enjoying the view of her ample cleavage.
"That's a nice pair you've got there, girl," he said after she'd stood back up.
"What do you mean, sir?" she asked, blushing.
"Don't be coy..., Geraldine," he replied, reading her name tag. "Your dress buttons have been coming undone one by one since you came in here."
"Oh!" she exclaimed, blushing even harder.
Geraldine had never thought through what she'd do under these circumstances. She started buttoning her dress back up.
"Stop," he commanded her. "Let's see them now that you've piqued my interest. Show me your udders, girl."
Udders! As if she were a cow! Still, the big negro girl felt her heart pounding in her chest. She'd wanted to get the white man's attention and now she had it. She looked up at him. Maybe it was something about his expression or maybe the look in his eyes. Or it could have been the quiet commanding tone in his voice. It was as if he expected her to do as he'd said like it was the most reasonable thing in the world; as if there was no other alternative to it. Maybe it was all of that. But, it made her feel compelled to obey.
"Yes, sir," she said in a little girl's voice.
Geraldine began unbuttoning the buttons that went down to the waist of the housekeeping uniform. She undid the the clasp that held the cups of her bra together. She held her top open, revealing her sizable mammaries. She cast her eyes down and stood there, her breasts just hanging there, basking in the white man's gaze. Her face was hot, but her pussy was tingling.
"Come closer," he instructed her. "I want a better look."
The black woman walked slowly over to where the older man sat and stood next to him. She watched as he examined her breasts. After a moment he brought his hands up and softly caressed them, gently squeezing them. It felt good and she closed her eyes. She could tell that her clit was hard and her pussy was soaked.
"Very nice, indeed," he murmured.
"Uh..., thank you," said Geraldine softly.
The white man took his hands down from her breasts. He swiveled the chair to face her and leaned back, removing his glasses and putting them on the desk. His robe parted, exposing his erect cock.
"Oh, you're quite welcome," he stated, his eyes finally looking back up at her. "Get undressed, Geraldine. I want to see the rest of what you've got."
Geraldine swallowed hard. How had she gotten herself into this? She knew she was going to do it even though she didn't know why. To do otherwise just seemed out of the question. Bending over, her breasts swinging freely, she slipped off the black low heeled shoes she was wearing. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders and pulled it down. She stepped out of it and then took her bra off.
The colored woman, clad only in her panties, white ankle socks, and maid's cap, looked up at the white man. He seemed to be enjoying what he saw. She couldn't help but glance quickly at his hard cock standing there.
"Go on, girl," he instructed. "You're doing fine. Now take your panties off. The rest can stay on, I think it looks cute."
The negro maid blushed. She hesitated when she hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her panties until he looked back up into her eyes. That was all it took. As if hypnotized, she took them down and stepped out of them. She watched him as he drank in the sight of her.
The white man reached out and stroked her pubic hair. The room was heavy with her scent. He moved his hand lower, working it between her legs. She inhaled deeply and parted her thighs, to give him access to her sex. Her legs trembled. She couldn't deny the fact that she craved his touch on her pussy.
"Mmmm...," he murmured. "You're ready, aren't you, girl?"
Geraldine was oblivious to his words now and started pushing herself onto his hand in an effort to increase the pressure. Suddenly he withdrew it and stood. She opened her eyes to see his face inches away from hers.
"I want to have you now. Lay on the bed, girl," he ordered.
The big black woman felt panic rising inside her. Now she knew she'd taken this too far. What had she been thinking? Of course it didn't take her long to answer that question. This was the fantasy she'd amused herself with as she went about her work day after day and now it was coming true. But like many fantasies, the reality of it was different than how she'd imagined it. She'd been in control of her daydreams. She was not in control now.
"I..., uh..., I..., uh, can't do that," she stammered. "I's sorry. I better go..."
"You can and you will, girl," he said evenly. "Now lay on the bed and make yourself available to me."
"I's a married woman," she explained. "My husband..."
"You're standing here naked in a stranger's hotel room," he countered. "I didn't force you to do anything. You did it of your own free will. You did it because you wanted to. And you did it because you're a nigger, Geraldine. Now lay on that bed and open those legs. I'm going to use that fine black coochie you've got there for me."
Geraldine's legs felt weak. She knew what he said was true. She wanted it. All of it. And she wanted it bad. But to get what she wanted, she'd have to break her marital vows. But not to get what she wanted would be to deny her true nature.
She lay on the bed and spread her legs, exposing her nude body to him completely. All her charms were on display for this white man. He let the robe fall off onto the floor and climbed between her legs, his erection bobbing.
The colored woman felt the head of his dick at the entrance to her vagina and suddenly he shoved it into her. He filled her completely and began slowly moving in and out. She bucked her hips back at him, driving him in deeper.
"I knew it," he said huskily as he fucked her. "I knew you were a nigger. A slutty fucking nigger. As soon as I saw that first button open up I could tell. You know what you're for. And you know your place. Don't you?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered hoarsely.
The white man increased the tempo slightly, shoving his cock into the negro's pussy harder. Her breasts shook with each stroke.
"Tell me what you are," he ordered.
"I's a nigger, sir," she replied.
"That's right," he said, grinning now. "A slutty nigger. Something for a white man to fuck. Isn't that right?"
"Dat's right," she answered, breathing heavily, getting into the role. "I's a nigga fo' fuckin'. Dat's right, boss."
Geraldine could feel her orgasm starting to build. She'd only ever dreamed of this and now she was acting it out for real. It felt better than she'd imagined. Suddenly, she could hear a cell phone ringing.
"Dammit!" he cursed, rolling off her.
The black woman humped the air for a few strokes after he got up. She couldn't believe he'd just stopped that way when she was so close. The room reeked of sex and she could feel the wet spot on the bedspread under her ass.
"Hello," he answered, cell phone in hand, hard cock still at attention. "Yeah, yeah... This better be good... Right... Fuck... Alright."
The white man glanced over at the nude colored woman laying in bed and snapped his fingers. She looked up at him. He snapped his fingers again and pointed at his cock. She sat up with a puzzled look on her face. He gestured for her to come to him so she walked over and stood in front of him as he listened to the phone. He put a hand on her shoulder and started pushing her down.
Finally, Geraldine understood. She dropped to her knees. His dick was right in her face, covered in her juices, pre cum oozing out. She took it between her lips and began sucking on it. The colored woman looked up at him to make sure of his approval. He glanced down at her and then looked back up. She continued to suck his cock and began bobbing her head on it.
"That's less than an hour from now," he was saying into the phone. "I barely just got up... I know, I know... I'll call him... Thanks. Good bye."
An electronic beep signaled the end of the call. Geraldine kept going on his cock. Her pussy was still throbbing.
"Clients...," he offered by way of explanation. "Good girl. Keep it up now like a good nigger."
Somehow, his words were encouragement enough and she continued sucking, intent on pleasuring this white man. She heard more electronic beeps as he placed another call.
"Yes, this is Richard Evans from Evans and Nolan," he spoke into the phone. "Put me though to Mr. Ross." He paused for a few seconds. "Henry? I'll be there as soon as I can, but it may be a little after eleven... Great. See you then."
He ended the call and put the cell phone down on the desk. Geraldine felt his hand on the back of her head.
"I've got to get going," he told her. "So I've got to get off quick."
Richard grabbed her pony tail and started fucking Geraldine's mouth. The colored woman gagged and sputtered as the white man humped her face. She could feel the spittle drooling off her lip and landing on her chest. She gasped for breath in between strokes.
"That's it..." he said breathlessly. "Yeah..."
Suddenly Geraldine felt the hot spurts of cum in the back of her throat as the white man ejaculated in her mouth. He spasmed four or five times and released his grip on her hair. He stepped back from her kneeling form and his dick slipped out from between her lips. Semen drooled out of her mouth and onto her breasts. She looked up at him. He stroked her hair.
"Good girl," he praised her. "Go ahead and finish up in here, I've got to take a shower and get going."
Richard strode quickly to the bathroom. Geraldine heard the shower go on and she slowly got to her feet. She felt completely and utterly used. The white man had used her body to get himself off. She'd been nothing more than a cum dump to him. And that idea had her pussy creaming all over again. She'd gotten no release and was thoroughly aroused. She turned to the bed and pulled the soiled bed spread off. She then went through the motions of dusting the room.
The water stopped running and in a minute Richard reappeared, freshly showered. Geraldine stopped what she was doing and turned to face him. Still naked, she stood there, his cum drying on her breasts.
"Why aren't you dressed?" he asked.
"You din't say to git dressed," she explained.
"You really are a good nigger," he said, smiling. "A natural. That's for sure. Why don't you just stay like that until I go. You're a pleasant sight to see."
Geraldine blushed again and smiled softly. Richard dressed as she waited, her eyes downcast, her arms at her side.
"What time do you get off, girl?" he asked as he tied his necktie.
"Two thirty, sir," she answered.
"Perfect," said Richard. "I'll be back this afternoon and I'll be looking to bust a nut. I want to find you ass up in that bed and ready for use. Understand?"
"I don't knows if I kin," Geraldine started. "I usually be goin' home then."
"Perhaps," he said sternly. "But this time you'll be here waiting for me, nigger. You'll be naked. You'll be on that bed on your knees and elbows waiting to be used. Is that clear?"
Geraldine swallowed hard. She felt light headed and her pussy was on fire. Of course she'd be here waiting for him. She had no choice.
"Ok," she said softly.
"Excuse me?" he replied, the sternness still in his voice.
"Yes," she said louder. "I'll be here."
"Yes...?" he prompted.
"Uh..., yes, sir," Geraldine responded, again in her little girl voice. "I's sorry, sir. I din't mean no disrespect."
"I'm sure you didn't, girl," said Richard warmly. "You're a good nigger and I can't imagine you being disrespectful. I'll be back some time after three or four. I want to find you ready for use. Got that?"
"Yes, sir," she replied clearly.
"Good, then," he said. "I'll see you then."
Richard slipped on his suit jacket, grabbed his briefcase and left. Geraldine was left standing naked in the middle of the room. She had dried cum on her and smelled like pussy. She went into the bathroom and ran the water.
The negress turned on the shower and stepped in. She still felt the frustration of being so close to orgasm and being denied. Her hand found its way down between her legs and she began to masturbate as she thought back on the events that had just transpired. He'd used her for his pleasure and she loved it.
"I'm a nigger," she said to herself, working her pussy. "A dirty slutty nigger..."
Even the thought of the way he used her mouth roughly to get off aroused her. She recalled how she'd felt, there on her knees while he was on the phone. She'd felt like a whore. A sex thing. And it made her cunt throb. She was so close...
"Ahh!" she couldn't help but cry out as her orgasm hit. "Ohhh..."
Gradually, she started coming down from her climax. She became aware of the warm water run over her body and the sound of it splashing into the tub. With a jolt she realized how long she'd been in the room. It was a good thing she'd been so far ahead of schedule.
Geraldine turned off the water and quickly stepped out of the shower and dried off. She gathered the used towels and carried them into the room. She picked her uniform and undergarments up off the floor and dressed. She spent another few minutes vacuuming before leaving the room. The hamper cart was still there and she dumped the sheets and towels into it.
If she hurried, she'd have no problem finishing up in time to be back up here to meet the white man and be ready for his use. So she hurried.
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