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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
Two thirty in the afternoon rolled around finding Geraldine just finishing up the last room. She had to work quickly to make up for the time she spent on her back and on her knees having her fantasies brought to life.
The colored maid rolled her housekeeping cart into the maintenance closet on the sixteenth floor and made her way down the service elevator to punch out for the day. She watched the lights indicating the progress of her descent while she reflected on the events that took place earlier that morning.
How long had she spent her days watching these high powered businessmen in the hallway, dreaming of having one recognize her and order her to her knees? Months had gone by on the job without it even coming close to happening. She'd even unbuttoned her dress a little to show off some of her chocolate brown flesh to them the couple times she'd encountered one of them in their room while she vacuumed or changed the bed. Nothing had ever happened beyond her heart beating fast and her pussy growing moist.
Today, that had all changed. This most recent white man had certainly noticed. He'd recognized her for what she was immediately and used her accordingly. He'd used her purely for his own pleasure. It had a more powerful effect on her than her fantasies and daydreams. Just the memory of it had her wet. And, he wanted to use her again. She'd hurried through the afternoon to make sure she'd be there for him.
The elevator finally stopped when it reached the hotel's basement where the housekeeping staff's locker room was located. Geraldine took her timecard and punched out and went to her locker to change out of her maid's uniform. The room was crowded since everybody's shift ended at the same time.
Once she'd changed into her light colored blouse and stretch pants, Geraldine walked out of the room and back towards the elevator. She'd hoped no one would notice that she wasn't headed towards the exit to the parking area and the bus stop. She pressed the up button and waited for the elevator to come down.
When the doors opened, the car wasn't empty. She recognized Lucille, the housekeeper who was responsible for the floor above Geraldine's.
Lucille smiled broadly, her white teeth contrasting against her dark brown skin. She had straightened dark hair that reached her shoulders. She was a big girl with large breasts and a wide fat ass. Her sweet chubby face made her look like a teenager even though she was in her mid thirties.
"Geraldine!" exclaimed Lucille. "You fo'get somethin', boo? Why you goin' back up dere?"
Geraldine blushed. She felt certain that Lucille knew what she was up to. The big black woman's smile broadened seeing her embarrassment.
"I... uh...," stammered Geraldine.
"My, oh, my," said Lucille playfully. "Don't dis beat all! I ain't know what had me thinkin' you was up to somethin', but now I knows it fo' sho! You gots a li'l somethin' somethin' goin' on, ain't you, boo?"
Although Geraldine had only been working at the hotel for a few months, she'd formed a friendship with Lucille. The older woman had taken her under her wing and helped make things easier for her. The two of them frequently told each other about men who had caught their eyes. However, Geraldine had never mentioned her fantasies or revealed how she indulged in them by showing some of the male guests a little extra flesh
"It's nothin' like that, Lucille!" objected Geraldine. "I jus' forgot somethin', that's all..."
"Now I knows you lyin', girl!" laughed Lucille. "You goin' up to meet some man, now ain't you? Don't be shy! I ain't gonna tell nobody."
"You gotta swear you ain't gonna say nothin'," Geraldine lowered her voice. "I need this job an' I don't wanna get in trouble."
"I ain't gonna say nothin'," promised Lucille. "I swear. Relax an' tell me 'bout it."
"I went into a room to change the sheets," she began. "I knocked an' everythin', but nobody said nothin'. So I went on in. When I got in, there was this white man there! He was kinda good lookin' an' the way he was lookin' at me... Well, I liked it."
"Uh, huh...," Lucille smiled knowingly. "Sounds good so far!"
"I wasn't sure if he was really lookin' at me, you know what I'm sayin?" Geraldine went on. "Well... I... kinda... undid a couple of buttons on my top. So he could see a little more... You know?"
"Oh, yeah," Lucille agreed. "I sho' knows 'bout dat!"
"I guess he liked what he saw," blushed Geraldine. "He wanted to see more..."
"So, you show him?" smiled Lucille.
"Yeah," admitted Geraldine. "It felt good, too."
"Course it did, girl!" said Lucille. "A nigga likes some 'preciation o' her good looks! I knows I do!"
Geraldine blushed harder. She wasn't sure how much more of the story she wanted to tell.
"Well...," Geraldine started again. "He wanted me to meet him after I got off. Up in his room."
Lucille laughed. Geraldine felt her face flush.
"My, oh, my," Lucille shook her head. "It sho' took you long enough! Let me tell you somethin', girl. Dis shit be happen' all da time here, so don't be all worried 'bout it. I 'bout lost count o' all da mens dat be wantin' my black ass! Course I be helpin' it out, some!"
"Helpin' it out?" asked Geraldine. "How?"
"Like you don't know!" laughed Lucille. "You already be tellin' me 'bout showin' dem mens some skin! Course, dat ain't da only way. Las' week I seen dis fine lookin' white man goin' into seventeen oh five. He looked at right me. Most times, guests jus' look right past da maids like dey ain't dere. But, dis one, I could tell he seen me!"
"Anyways," Lucille went on, "Later on, when I gets to his room, he ain't answerin' da door. I goes on in an' hear da shower runnin'. Well, I's thinkin' dis a good chance fo' dis nigga to be gittin' some white dick! I goes an' gits da vacuum cleaner an' waits outside da bathroom door. When da shower goes off, I take da cord fo' da vacuum an' bends over to plug it in da wall. I wants my fat black ass to be what he see when he come out!"
"When I heared da door open I gave my booty a couple extra shakes. Dat white man say "scuse me" or somethin' an' I turns 'round an' looks at him. Sho' nuff, he got a boner standin' straight out! I blush an' act all shy an' say how I ain't know he in dere an' how sorry I is. Course I gots my eyes on dat hard white dick da whole time!
"I kin tell he be a li'l embarrassed, so I tells him what a big dick he got if'n he ain't mind me sayin' so. He say "thanks" an' how he ain't mind no how. I asks him if'n seein' my fat black ass got him dat way an' he say how it did. Now, you knows I love hearin' dat, boo!
"So, I say how how I be happy to take care o' him, seein' as how it be my fault dat he be needin' relief. I ask him if'n I kin suck his dick fo' him. He smile at me an' say "sho'!" I tells him to sit on da bed an' I gits on my knees in front o' him. I tells him how I loves white dick an' den I git to work.
"I took dat big ol' white dick in my mouf an' start slobberin' all over it! He be moanin' an' shit, so I knows he be likin' what I's doin'. I be suckin' and bobbin' my head all up an' down on it. I gots my hand playin' wit' his nut sack, so I be feelin' it startin' to twitch an' I knows he close to nuttin'.
"I takes it out o' my mouf long 'nuff to ask him if he be wantin' me to swallow his nut or take it in my face. He say he wanna nut in my face. What a nasty man! Course, dat's jus' how I likes 'em! Nasty! So, I smiles at him an' stroke his dick in my hand wit' my face right dere.
"I ask him again if'n he wants to cum in my nigga face. Let me tell you somethin', boo. Dem white mens love hearin' dat kinda shit! An', dis one ain't no 'xception! I tells him how I's jus' a nigga an' how I wants his cum all in my face. He can't take no mo' o' dat an' jus' shoots off. I gits his spunk all in my hair an' in my face an' on my top! I guess he been savin' it up fo' me!
"Den I ask if I kin clean him up. Dey always like dat, too, an' dis nigga always give a man full service! After I's done, I gits up. 'fore he kin say somethin', I says, "thank you fo' lettin' me suck yo' dick, sir. I jus' loves white dick an' I's honored to be servin' you." I ain't jus' tellin' him dat, neither, girl. I means it. An' he kin tell I means it.
"Well, anyways," Lucille continued, "he be askin' me if I kin come up an' see him later on, so I says I kin. After my shift is up, I git changed an' come out to wait fo' da elevator. Jus' like you is now, girl."
"What happened then?" asked Geraldine.
"Dat's another story!" laughed Lucille. "You tell me yo' story later, an' I'll tell you mine! I jus' knows where you goin' is gonna have a story!"
The elevator had arrived halfway through Lucille's story, but the doors had already closed back up. Geraldine pushed the up button again and the doors opened right up.
"I gots to go now, boo," said Lucille. "I be seein' you tomorrow."
"Bye," said Geraldine, stepping onto the elevator.
The doors closed and up she went. Geraldine thought about Lucille's story. So, she wasn't the only one with those kind of fantasies. And, she wasn't the only one to act on them. Still, she felt a nervous excitement as the elevator rose.
At the sixteenth floor, Geraldine got off. She went to the door of room sixteen twelve and let herself in with her pass card. She had butterflies in her stomach even though Richard wasn't there and wouldn't be there for at least thirty minutes.
He'd said how he wanted her ready for use. Geraldine was nervous about it, but she wanted to please him. She was getting the chance to live her fantasy. She got undressed and sat on the bed, waiting, still not quite believing she was actually going through with it.
Geraldine waited for an hour before she heard the door unlock. She immediately got up on the bed on her elbows and knees with her head towards the wall and her ass towards the room. Just as the white man had instructed her. She could hear Richard's foot steps as he strode into the room.
Richard didn't speak. Geraldine strained to listen for any sound indicating what he was doing. When she heard the jangle of his belt buckle and the sound of his zipper, she knew what to expect. She could feel her pussy moistening in anticipation of what was next.
The bed sagged when Richard climbed in behind her. Geraldine felt his hands on her hips and his erection probing between her thighs. The head of his dick found the entrance to her pussy and in one thrust, he was inside of her. She gasped from the suddenness of it. He pumped his cock in and out of her, the sound of flesh slapping on flesh combined with her heavy breathing was all that could be heard.
Geraldine felt that familiar feeling inside her as her orgasm began to build. Her gasps turned to soft cries and then to quiet moans as she got closer. Richard sensed the change in her and fucked the black housekeeper with greater vigor, slamming into her.
Her breasts swaying in the rhythm of his thrusts, Geraldine pushed back to meet him, driving his cock deeper into her womb. She whimpered as she felt her pussy convulsing around his dick.
"Oh!" she cried. "Oh, yes... Oh, gawd... Oh, yes...."
Geraldine's orgasm swept over her and she lost track of everything except for the hard cock pounding into her. Just as the waves of pleasure began to subside, she felt him drive deep inside her. After a short pause in his strokes, he grunted and exploded into her pussy. Several strong spurts of hot semen shot into her vagina, driving her over the edge for a second time.
"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Geraldine. "Gawd! Oh! Yesss..."
She felt Richard drain himself, filling her with his seed. After a minute, he softened and withdrew. Semen ran down the inside of Geraldine's thigh. Her heart was still pounding as he stood. She wanted to get up, but he had given her no instruction, so she remained as she was, on her elbows and knees, wet, cum oozing out of her pussy.
"Go run the shower, girl," Richard ordered her. "I'll be in in a minute."
Geraldine got up and went to the bathroom. She started the shower, the water ran hot after a few seconds. Richard came into the room and stepped into the shower.
"Wash me like a good nigger," he instructed her.
She unwrapped one of the little soaps and took a clean wash cloth she'd left there earlier in the day. Geraldine got in the shower with Richard and proceeded to wash his body. When she got to the cock that had recently given her so much pleasure, she took it into her mouth and sucked the last drops of semen out of it. She looked up when he stroked her hair in response to her special attention.
After she finished, and he'd rinsed off, Richard stepped out of the shower. Geraldine followed and took a big bath towel off the rack. She carefully dried the white man's body, paying special attention to his now flaccid member. She wasn't surprised when it sprang to life.
"Kin I suck it, sir?" she asked sweetly, thinking back to Lucille's story. It made sense that he'd like her to ask that way and she wanted to please him.
"You may," he replied.
Geraldine sank to knees on the bathroom floor and took Richard's half erect member between her lips. Kneeling and sucking on the white man's dick gave her an overwhelming feeling of subservience. She loved the idea that she was an instrument for his pleasure. She was gratified to know how much her service was pleasing him.
Like Lucille, she gently caressed Richards balls. He moaned in response. In spite of the fact that he'd cum less than thirty minutes earlier, he was quickly past the point of no return. Geraldine was rewarded with a flood of semen as he released into her mouth. She wrapped her hand around his dick and milked the last of it out and swallowed it.
"Fuck...," he sighed. "You're something else, girl. I never met a nigger so devoted to my pleasure. You're incredible, Geraldine."
"Thank you, sir," replied the colored maid, semen dripping off her chin. "I's jus' happy you enjoyed yourself."
"Well, I've got to go back out now," Richard told her. "I'm a little late now, but it was worth it."
"Yes, sir," said Geraldine, bashful at receiving his praise.
"Go ahead and get cleaned up," said Richard. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes, sir," smiled Geraldine.
When she came out of the shower herself, the room was empty. Richard was gone. Geraldine began dressing alone. She looked at herself in the mirror as she finished. She left the top two buttons unfastened, revealing a fair bit of her ample cleavage. She let herself out of the room and headed for the elevator.
Down on the basement level, the locker room was empty, too. She'd hoped to see Lucille and tell her what had happened and perhaps get the big girl to tell her more of her own story. Somehow, Geraldine had a feeling there was alot more to it than she'd already heard.
Geraldine didn't have to wait long for the bus. She got on and glanced around for an empty seat. The other passengers seemed oblivious to her except for an older white man with thinning silver hair, at least in his sixties. He looked at her intently, his eyes focused on her large breasts. She made her way to his seat. With a quick motion that looked like she was brushing something off her blouse, she undid the third button.
The silver haired man kept stealing peeks down Geraldine's top while she pretended to be unaware of his attention. When the bus reached her stop and she rose from her seat, she couldn't help but notice the bulge in his trousers. She walked away towards the front of the bus with a little extra swing in her step knowing he was most likely watching her.
The bus pulled away and she saw the silver haired man looking out the window at her. Geraldine smiled warmly and waved to him. He raised his hand to the glass and the bus was gone down the street.
So, her innocent flirting and exhibitionism had finally come to something, she thought, as she walked towards the apartment building where she lived. She looked forward to tomorrow and where it would lead.
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