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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
When Geraldine was punching in at six o'clock the next morning, the locker room was already filled with women putting their uniforms on and getting ready for work. She stripped down to her bra and panties.
The housekeeping staff was made up almost completely of black women with a few latinas mixed in. So, the smartly dressed middle aged white lady making her way to Geraldine's locker stood out in the crowd of half naked brown flesh. It was Caroline Winslow, the housekeeping supervisor.
"I'd like to speak with you, Geraldine," she said. "Privately."
"What's the problem, Miz Winslow?" Geraldine replied, startled at having been approached by the boss lady.
"Let's go to my office," said Miz Winslow.
"Okay," said Geraldine. "I'm just about to get dressed."
"Now," replied the white lady. "Don't worry about getting dressed."
All eyes were upon Geraldine and the supervisor as the white lady led the way through the room to her office door. Miz Winslow turned to the colored maid after they were inside.
"Close the door, please," instructed the older woman.
Geraldine did as she was told. She was a little nervous at being called to the boss's office, especially while she was only dressed in her underwear. Up until now, she'd managed to avoid much notice from the supervisor even though the white lady seemed perfectly nice and was friendly with the staff.
"I got a phone call from a guest this morning," began Miz Winslow. "It seems you made quite an impression on the man in sixteen twelve."
"Ma'am?" Geraldine replied, not sure where this was going.
"He tells me he'll be needing some personal maid services all day," Miz Winslow continued. "And he wants you to perform them."
"He did?" Geraldine blushed. "What kinda services do he need?"
"I think you know what kind of services, Geraldine," Miz Winslow smiled wryly. "I'd expect they'd be very much like the ones you've already provided."
"I didn't do nothin' special," insisted Geraldine.
"Well, Mister Evans thinks it was special enough to ask to have you take care of his room exclusively today," explained the white lady. "So, you go on up there when you're ready. Don't worry about the rest of your usual rooms. They'll be taken care of. You just take care of sixteen twelve."
"I never heard of nothin' like that," said Geraldine. "Takin' care o' jus' one room."
"It's not a service we advertise, if that's what you mean," Miz Winslow replied. "But, if a guest asks for them, we provide it. Is there a problem with that, girl?"
Girl! She knew it wasn't appropriate for a supervisor to speak to an employee that way, but somehow the white lady knew that Geraldine was a special case. And, just like the previous day with Mister Evans, the word made her pussy tingle.
"No, ma'am," said Geraldine softly. "It ain't no problem at all."
"I thought not," replied Miz Winslow with a knowing smile. "I have a hunch you like taking care of white gentlemen, don't you, girl?"
There, she said it again. Geraldine blushed profusely and felt her pussy growing damp. It was embarrassing to have this woman able to read her so well. It was as if Miz Winslow knew her deepest secrets. She felt completely exposed and vulnerable. At the same time, it aroused her. It shamed her to have a sexual response to a lady, but she couldn't deny it was true.
"Yes, ma'am," said Geraldine bashfully. "I do."
"Excellent," Miz Winslow said warmly. "Let's not keep him waiting. Run along now and get into your uniform and then go to the kitchen. You'll be taking Mister Evans' breakfast to him and providing any other room service he requires. Well... unless he has other ideas."
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Winslow," replied the black maid. "Thank you, ma'am."
"Good girl," smiled the white lady.
Completely aroused now, Geraldine turned and left Miz Winslow's office, closing the door behind her. Once again, all eyes were upon her as she made her way to her locker to finish dressing. Lucille came up to her as she put on her skirt.
"Well, well, well!" grinned the older black woman. "I see da boss lady took you in da office! What did Miz Caroline have you doin' fo' her in dere?"
What did she think was going on in there? Her assignment may be a little embarrassing, but it sounded like Lucille was hinting that Geraldine was providing personal services to Miz Winslow!
"She just told me what I'd be doin' today, that's all!" exclaimed Geraldine. "What did you think I's doin' in there?"
"Oh, I don't know...," smiled Lucille. "Miz Caroline sometimes be takin' a fancy to da colored girls dat be workin' fo' her. Ain't you noticed how she be wit' us?"
Geraldine couldn't deny feeling a certain sexual tension when Miz Winslow was speaking to her. Lucille's comments underscored what she'd felt when she'd been alone with the white lady. She couldn't deny that it had given her pleasure.
"I don't know," replied Geraldine, embarrassed. "Maybe she's just friendly."
"Uh huh," Lucille responded. "Is you 'bout ready to go up?"
Her blouse buttoned, Geraldine placed her maid's cap on and closed the locker door.
"I ain't goin' right up, Lucille," said Geraldine. "I gotta go by the kitchen an' take breakfast up to sixteen."
"Special service," Lucille said knowingly. "So dat's what's goin' on! I knows all 'bout dat! You brings up da breakfast to some man all by his lonesome in da room. You waits 'round fo' him to finish it an' den you be givin' him a piece o' yo' fine black ass! Ain't dat right?"
"Miz Winslow just said he wants personal maid service, that's all," said Geraldine.
"Girl, you be givin' dat personal maid service on yo' back wit' yo' legs open!" laughed Lucille. "I bet dat's where you was goin' yesterday when I seen you at the elevator. You goin' up to get down wit' dat same man. Tell me I's lyin'!"
"I gotta go," said Geraldine, flustered.
Geraldine headed for the kitchen to get Mister Evans' breakfast. Behind her she could hear Lucille still chuckling. How could she have known? Perhaps this personal service wasn't so uncommon. In any case, her excitement began to build in anticipation of seeing the white man again.
A few minutes later, Geraldine rolled the room service cart out of the elevator on the sixteenth floor. She knocked on the door of room sixteen twelve.
"Sir?" she spoke to the closed door. "I got your breakfast here."
"Bring it in," came the response from inside.
Wanting to give the white man a little something to look at, Geraldine unbuttoned the top two buttons of her uniform blouse. Then she swiped her card through the lock and the door clicked open. She pushed the cart into the room. Mister Evans was sitting up in bed.
"Put it on the table by the window," he instructed her.
Geraldine unloaded the cart onto the table. Mister Evans, clad only in his robe, came over and sat down.
"Get your clothes off, girl," he ordered.
"Ain't you gonna eat first?" Geraldine reacted with surprise.
"I want somethin' nice to look at while I have my breakfast," explained Mister Evans. "What could be better than a fine looking nigger girl? I can't think of anything."
"Yes, sir," blushed Geraldine.
The white man watched intently as the black maid unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and slipped it off. He ate his pancakes without taking his eyes off of her while she took off her bra, baring her breasts. She unzipped the uniform skirt and let it drop to the floor. Next, she slipped out of her shoes and then she pulled her panties off. Other than her maid's cap, Geraldine was naked.
"Turn around," he commanded her. "Slowly."
Blushing with her heart pounding, Geraldine obeyed. Mister Evans sipped his coffee while the colored maid slowly turned, displaying her nude body for his pleasure. When she faced him again, she could see his erection poking out where the robe parted. The sight of his arousal increased her own level of excitement. It gave her pleasure to see that he liked what he saw.
"Very nice," said Mister Evans. "Stand where I can touch you."
Geraldine stepped closer. Still holding his coffee cup in one hand, he reached out with the other and ran it up the inside of her thigh. Her legs trembled when his finger brushed against her labia.
"Wet," he observed. "Excellent. You love showing your stuff off, don't you, girl."
"Yes, sir," said Geraldine bashfully.
"You know what kind of woman strips on command for a white man and likes it?" he asked.
"A slut?" she responded, his question embarrassed her further.
"A nigger," he answered.
"Yes, sir," she agreed.
"Tell me what you are, Geraldine," he prodded her. "I like to hear it."
"I'm a nigger, sir," she admitted.
Geraldine couldn't help but glance down at his lap. His cock was at attention. Clearly, he did like to hear it. Seeing his reaction had her pussy aching to feel him inside her.
"Good girl," he told her. "I want to have a better look at that pussy you've got for me there. Go shave it bare while I finish my breakfast. I like to see what I'm getting."
"Sir?" she asked, surprised. "You want me to shave my pussy? I... can't do that. What will I tell my husband?"
"Tell him what you want," he replied. "Tell him you did it for him. It doesn't matter. You're going to it because it pleases me to see your bare coochie. Now, be a good nigger and go do like you're told. And be quick about it."
"Yes, sir," she agreed.
Geraldine's anxiety level was rising now. Just how would she explain her bare pussy? Still, the white man wanted it that way and she knew she wanted to please him and make herself as desirable to him as possible.
She went into the bathroom and found a razor and shaving cream amongst the toiletries that the hotel provided its guests. Nervously, she lathered her pubic hairs up and shaved them off. After she toweled the remaining foam off, she looked at herself in the mirror. She felt even more naked than before. More naked, in fact, than she'd ever felt.
Mister Evans was still seated at the table when Geraldine emerged from the bathroom, naked and shaved. He smiled broadly when he saw her.
"Perfect!" exclaimed the white man happily. "That's what I like to see."
"Thank you, sir," blushed Geraldine.
"Go lay on the bed, girl," he instructed her, rising from his chair. "I want a closer look at you."
Geraldine felt her face grow even warmer as she lay on her back in the bed. Mister Evans walked over and stood at the foot of the bed.
"Spread 'em wide, nigger," he ordered her. "You know what I want to see."
Spreading her legs further apart, Geraldine turned her head to the side. Watching him looking at her was too embarrassing for her to take. Nevertheless, her excitement level was rising and she could feel how wet her pussy was getting.
"Better," he allowed. "But, I want to see everything. Pull your legs up with your hands and hold 'em open wide."
Geraldine's pulse was pounding in her ears. She'd been prepared to have sex with him, but she hadn't expected this humiliating examination. She grabbed her thighs just above the knees and pulled them up towards her chest, being careful to keep them spread wide as Mister Evans had ordered. She could feel the cool room air on her wet pussy.
"Further," he encouraged her. "I want to see your asshole, too, nigger. You can do it."
"Yes, sir," she replied in a small voice. "This is real embarrassin'. You kin see everythin' I got."
"That's the idea, girl," he said. "Everything you got is for me now. So I want to see it. It doesn't matter if you're embarrassed. All that matters is for you to do like I say."
Her muscles stretched out, Geraldine continued to strain. Humiliating as this display was, her pussy was soaked.
"That's it," said the white man. "Good girl. Now, I'll just have a taste of that coochie. Stay like that until I tell you different."
Geraldine heard his robe fall to the floor and felt the bed sag. She looked between her legs to see him kneeling on the bed, lower his head to her crotch. The feel of his tongue on her pussy almost pushed her over the edge right there. He ran it right up her slit from her hole to her clit. She gasped and lost her grip on her thighs. Immediately he withdrew and looked up at her.
"Keep those legs up an' open, girl," he demanded. "This isn't about getting you off. I enjoy the taste of nigger poontang. It doesn't matter if you like what I'm doing or not. I don't care if you cum. You will hold those legs open and present that pussy to me until I've had enough of it. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," whimpered Geraldine, regaining her grip and resuming the position. "I's sorry, sir."
Without a further word, he went back to Geraldine's pussy. She moaned with pleasure as he lapped at her wet sex. In spite of his claim to not care if she came, he was doing a good job of bringing her to the edge and keeping her there. She could feel her orgasm building as he gently sucked on her clit and thrust his tongue into her vagina. But, just when she thought she'd explode, he slowed down, teasing her.
Geraldine had lost track of how long Mister Evans had been licking her pussy or how many times she'd come close to cumming. It had been long enough and often enough that it didn't take more than half a minute to get her there again.
He'd been sucking on her labia for at least a minute when she felt another orgasm coming on. She was getting desperate for relief. She started moaning and whimpering as she got closer. This time, however, he didn't stop. Instead, he ran his tongue the length of her gash and took her clit between his lips. It was all she could take.
"Ahhh!" cried Geraldine. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
She felt him thrust his tongue into her, fucking her with it as she came hard. She valiantly held onto her legs, keeping them spread and her pussy presented to the white man she wanted to please. Just as she began to calm a little she felt the bed move and he was on top of her. He penetrated her with a single thrust, filling her still contracting vagina.
"Ohhh..." she moaned as she felt his entire length deep inside her. "Ohhh..."
The white man wasn't distracted in the least by the negro maid's moans and cries. He pumped his dick in and out of her wet pussy in an effort to get himself off. Her heavy breasts jiggled with each stroke. Geraldine could tell she was about to cum for a second time and in an instant she was over the edge.
"Oh, fuck!" she cried out. "Oh, gawd! Fuck me... Fuck yo' nigga, sir! Fuck me hard! Oh, fuck..."
Geraldine was quickly rewarded with a hot blast of semen as Mister Evans grunted and released into her pussy. The muscles of her vagina involuntarily milked the seed from the white man's dick. This time she couldn't retain her grip and her thighs slipped out of her hands. He didn't seem to mind.
"Yeah, nigger," he gasped. "Take it. Take it all."
He relaxed and lay on top of the fucked negro woman. After a few minutes, he lifted himself up and rolled off of her. She could feel the semen oozing out of her vagina.
"You got some good pussy, nigger," he smiled at her after he stood. "Damn good."
"Thank you, sir," she replied, still breathing heavily. "I's happy you like it."
"I'm gonna go wash up a little and get to work," he informed her. "You'll just stay as you are and give me something nice to look at when I come out."
"Yes, sir," said Geraldine, bashful again in spite of everything.
The colored woman knew she must look like a used whore. Glistening with sweat. Sperm dripping out of her fucked pussy. She'd felt like nothing more than an object for the sexual gratification of this white man and she couldn't remember ever cumming so hard in her life.
She lay back on the bed and listened to the sink running in the bathroom. She looked up and watched as Mister Evans walked back into the room. She blushed as he smiled looking down at her obscenely displayed body.
"I'm gonna be ready to bust another nut in you before long, nigger," he told her. "But I've got to get started on this work I've got. Go get the table cleared off and put the cart in the hallway."
"Yes, sir," she replied.
Geraldine sat up and then stood next to the bed. She could feel the semen running down the inside of her thigh as she went over to the table where the breakfast dishes were. She put them on the room service cart and rolled it to the door. Opening the door, she poked her head out to make sure no one was there. She pushed the cart out into the hallway.
Mister Evans had his computer set up on the table now and was waiting for it to boot up. He looked up as Geraldine returned to the main part of the hotel room.
"Get back on the bed, girl," he instructed her. "Just lay back and keep your legs open so I can see your cunt. You're a pleasant sight. Checking you out while I work will give me a nice break."
She lay back down on the bed, careful to keep her legs parted for Mister Evans' viewing pleasure. It was humiliating for Geraldine to be treated like some kind of living pornography, but at the same time it was gratifying to know that he liked looking at her so much. She'd never felt more attractive. Or so slutty.
Geraldine propped herself up with the pillows and watched Mister Evans work. He sat in his robe, looking intently at the screen of his laptop computer. Now and then he glanced up and drank in the sight of the naked negro woman. Every time he did it, she could feel her temperature rising and her pussy tingling. Even now, more than an hour later, she was still feeling the after shocks of her orgasms.
"Open your mouth," he ordered after looking up at her again.
A little confused by the request, Geraldine complied. She opened her mouth and looked over at the white man.
"Stick your tongue out and rest it on your lower lip," he instructed. "Make your mouth look like an inviting place for my dick."
Her face burning with humiliation, the negress lolled her tongue out. She felt like a piece of fuck meat displaying herself this way. Her pussy exposed and available. Now her mouth was, as well. Holes for a white man's cock. A cum receptacle. To her shame, she could feel her pussy creaming. Is that what she had become?
Mister Evans stood and walked over to the bed, his eyes on the naked negro woman the entire time. Geraldine followed him with her eyes, her mouth open, her tongue out and flat against her lower lip. She could feel herself starting to drool a little. She knew she must look like a dumb animal, degrading herself this way. However, judging by the erection poking out of the white man's robe, he found the sight of her quite stimulating.
Without speaking, or even removing his robe, he climbed between her spread legs. Her pussy was soaked and he entered her easily. He rhythmically pumped in and out of her. Geraldine avoided making eye contact with him as he used her, but left her mouth open and tongue out as he'd instructed her. It was humiliating, but that didn't stop her from humping back into his thrusts.
No sooner had he started, he was finished. With a soft groan, he ejaculated into the negro's vagina. After a second or two he climbed back up to his feet, looking down at her splayed out form. Creamy white liquid dripped out of her pussy into a slick wet spot on the sheets. Admiring his handiwork for half a minute, Mister Evans turned and returned to his work. Geraldine shifted slightly to get comfortable, but then simply waited for further instructions and further use.
After what seemed like an hour to Geraldine, but really more like fifteen or twenty minutes, he looked up at her again.
"Get on your knees and bend over, girl," he ordered. "Stick that big black ass in the air and point it at me. Keep your legs open so I can see your gash."
Her face hot with embarrassment at the way he was talking to her, Geraldine nevertheless complied. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, facing directly away from where he sat. She lowered herself to the bed, keeping her legs spread as she'd been instructed. She felt a little ashamed of just how turned on she was to be treated in such a degrading fashion.
The black maid could hear him tapping on the keys on and off for some time, at least an hour. Suddenly the bed sagged. Her heart pounded excitedly in anticipation what what would happen next. She felt his cock at her pussy and gasped as he pushed it in. Two quick thrusts and then he withdrew. Next she felt his dick between her cheeks, the tip right at her asshole.
"Relax, nigger," he whispered hoarsely. "Relax and take it."
Geraldine had only allowed he husband to take her anally once. She didn't enjoy it at all and had been adamant about not letting him do it again. This time was different. She wanted to give the white man whatever he wanted. Besides, he didn't give any opportunity to object. Once the head of his cock had started to work its way past her anus, he shoved it all the way up her ass.
"Ohhh..." Geraldine groaned in pain.
"Take it, girl," he insisted. "Your ass is so tight, this won't take long."
Stoicly, Geraldine endured the ass fucking. She'd longed to feel his dick inside her, but in her pussy. Getting taken this way made it clear to her that this was for his pleasure and definitely not for hers. In a strange way, she found herself aroused by it, mentally if not physically.
True to his word, Mister Evans finished quickly. With a grunt, he released a few spurts of cum into the hapless negro's rectum. Geraldine was relieved to feel him shrinking inside her, but still glad that her body gave the white man pleasure.
"I guess you don't get a butt fucking too often," he surmised. "Too bad, really. You've got such a great ass."
He emphasized the statement with a smack on her ample black ass before climbing out from behind her and standing on the floor.
"No, I don't," replied Geraldine, remaining in position. "But, thank you, sir."
Mister Evans stood for a moment or two, surveying the negress's posterior. He turned and walked away. Geraldine heard a door close. A moment later, the shower was running. She waited patiently, remaining in the position he'd left her in. Several minutes passed before the water shut off and he emerged from the bathroom.
"If I wasn't already drained, I'd have some more of that," he told her. "Seeing your holes displayed that way is mighty inviting."
"Thank you, sir," she replied. "I's ready for more."
"I can tell," he said. "You're a good girl and a great nigger, Geraldine. Too bad I've got to go now. Gotta do lunch with a client and then go to a meeting. I won't be back until late, so I'm afraid my time with you is over."
"I 'preciate that, sir," said the black maid.
Geraldine could hear the white man dressing behind her, but she didn't turn around to see him. She was determined to demonstrate how obedient she was and remained on her knees, legs spread open, bent over with her head on the mattress.
"I'll be checking out in the morning," said Mister Evans. "Start with my room when you come to work. Just let yourself in. I wanna start the day off right."
"Yes, sir," she agreed. "I be here early an' be ready for you."
"Good," he replied.
She was startled when she felt his hand between her legs, stroking her sex. The pleasant sensations started her juices flowing, but all too soon, he stopped. The sound of the room door closing told her he was gone.
Slowly, Geraldine rolled over and sat up in the bed. She was alone. Her joints were stiff and ass was sore from the long period of time she'd spent holding her position for Mister Evans' pleasure. After a minute or two, she stood and made her way to the shower.
The warm water felt good on her skin and it wasn't long before the stiffness was gone. She'd been thoroughly used, degraded, and humiliated, but the memories of it only aroused her. Geraldine's hand found it's way between her legs. She gave herself some long awaited relief.
It didn't take long for the colored woman to work herself to a climax. It wasn't as powerful as her earlier orgasms had been, but still satisfying. She turned off the water and dried off.
Back in her uniform, Geraldine went about her business cleaning the hotel room. She could still feel the results of her activities. As she closed the door behind her when she was finished, she was feeling a little disappointed that Mister Evans wouldn't be staying much longer and her first time of experiencing her fantasy was almost over.
The locker room was empty since the day shift wasn't over yet. The other maids still had another two hours to go. Geraldine stopped by Miz Winslow's office to see what she should do now.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Geraldine announced her presence. "I'm done in sixteen twelve. The man there went out an' says he ain't comin' back 'til late."
"Did you take good care of him, girl?" asked Miz Winslow, looking up at her. "Was he satisfied with your services?"
"I think so, ma'am," blushed Geraldine. "He sho' seemed to be enjoyin' hisself."
"Excellent!" smiled the white lady. "Go ahead and change, Geraldine. That's all for today."
"Yes, ma'am," said the black maid.
Geraldine went to her locker and took off her uniform. She was down to her bra and panties when Miz Winslow walked up to her. Something about the way the white lady looked at her made the colored maid blush.
"Is there somethin' else, ma'am?" asked Geraldine.
"No...," replied Miz Winslow. "I just wanted to have a better look at you. You're a very good looking girl. I'm not surprised a guest would take an interest in you."
"Thank you, ma'am," said Geraldine bashfully.
"Take off your bra," instructed the white woman. "I'd like to see your breasts."
Geraldine felt a little panic set in. She wasn't used to having another female take an interest in her. Not to mention the fact that someone could walk in on them any second. Still, Miz Winslow was her boss and she wanted to please her. She felt her pussy tingling as she unhooked her bra and pulled it off.
"Oh, those are pretty," smiled the white woman, her eyes on Geraldine's bare chest. "You colored girls have the nicest breasts!"
"Thank you, ma'am," Geraldine replied.
"You're very welcome, girl," said Miz Winslow warmly. "Well, I have to get back to work now. Enjoy the rest of the day. See you tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am," Geraldine said, embarrassed. "Thank you."
Miz Winslow returned to her office. Geraldine watched after her. The white lady was definitely attracted to her, she thought. Somehow, the idea of serving the white lady as she had Mister Evans had her aroused. It was all very confusing for her.
Once she'd dressed, Geraldine headed for the bus stop and the ride home. She actually found herself hoping the old white man was on the bus so she could show him a little extra flesh. She knew he'd appreciate it, too.
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