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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 locker room was pretty much empty when Geraldine got there the next morning. She was the first to arrive for work at the hotel. Not even Miz Winslow was there yet.
The black maid quickly changed into her uniform and headed up to the sixteenth floor. Instead of getting her cart, Geraldine went straight to the door of sixteen twelve. She started to knock, but remembered Mister Evans' instructions to just let herself in.
Geraldine slid her swipe card in the slot and the door clicked. She pushed it open and went on in. The curtains were drawn and the room was fairly dark. She could see that Mister Evans was still in bed but couldn't tell if he was awake.
Quietly, she slipped out of her uniform. Geraldine climbed into the bed, careful not to wake him up. She moved the blanket to one side and felt a shiver when she saw he slept in the nude. Bending forward, she slurped his flaccid dick into her mouth and began to gently suck on it.
As his cock hardened in the black hotel maid's mouth, Mister Evans began to wake. Geraldine felt him stir slightly and looked up, meeting his sleepy gaze. He smiled at her and she began to bob her head up and down on his now stiff dick.
"Good girl," he praised her. "Get up and ride me now."
"Yes, sir," replied Geraldine after letting his dick slip out from between her lips.
Geraldine straddled the white man on her knees. She grabbed his erection and guided it between her legs. She worked the tip of the white man's dick into her pussy before settling back and taking the entire length of it inside her.
Slowly at first, she rocked up and down on his hard cock. Gradually she picked up the pace as he simply lay in the bed, letting the negro woman do all the work. After a couple of minutes, Geraldine was working up a sweat and could feel herself getting close to climax.
She became aware of his thrusting back into her just before she was about to cum herself. Determined to get the white man off first, she held on as long as she could. When she heard him gasp and felt the warm flood of sperm filling her pussy, she let go.
"Oh!" she cried. "Ah! Ah! Ahhh..."
Geraldine's muscles contracted as he released into her vagina. She squeezed the semen out of him while she continued to rock and moan. Sweaty, but satisfied, she got off of him and sat on her knees to one side of him. Mister Evans put his feet on the floor and stood up.
"You're a good nigger, Geraldine," he told her.
Smiling warmly at her, Mister Evans reached out and stroked her hair.
"Good girl," he said. "I wish I could stay longer, but I've got a plane to catch. Come and help me wash up."
"Yes, sir," replied Geraldine.
The colored maid followed the white man into the bathroom and turned on the water. She slowly soaped his body up, paying special attention to his sensitive parts. The washing turned into caresses and his dick began to harden. Looking up at him, she smiled happily. Geraldine was proud that she was able to coax another erection out of his cock so soon after he'd shot his load into her.
"Kin I suck it some more, sir?" she asked hopefully. "I ain't never sucked no white man's dick 'fore yours."
"You're incredible, girl," he replied hoarsely. "Go to it."
Taking one more look into his smiling face, she dropped to her knees. Lowering herself before this white man and sucking his cock seemed right and natural to her. She thought of all the times she'd fantasized about pleasing one of the guests and having him look at her the way Mister Evans was looking at her now.
Geraldine wrapped her hand around the base of his dick and took it into her mouth. Knowing he had to leave soon, she wanted to make quick work of it and get him off fast. Much as she wanted to savor the moment, this was for him. With her other hand she began caressing his balls as she bobbed her head. When she felt his hands on the back of her head she knew it was just about over.
"Uh...," he grunted, ejaculating into the negro's mouth.
Eagerly, the colored maid sucked the cum out of him. There wasn't so much quantity this time, but she swallowed all there was. When she was finished, she kissed the tip of his dick. She remained on her knees at his feet while he rinsed himself off under the warm running water.
When he stepped out of the tub, Geraldine turned off the water and followed. She took a towel off the rack and lovingly dried him off before using it on herself.
Back in the room, she lay back on the bed, legs spread, pussy exposed, and her mouth open just the way he'd had her do it while he was working the previous day. It gratified her immensely to know that the view of her spread out that way was something he considered nice to look at. She remained in the position while he dressed.
"I guess that's it, girl," he said, drinking in the vision of her naked display. "I better hurry and go check out. Good thing I had my bags sent ahead last night. Come here."
"Yes, sir," replied Geraldine, climbing out of the bed.
The negress knelt in front of the white man. Kneeling there at his feet gave her a warm feeling that she didn't want to end. She knew she'd serve others in the future now that she'd finally experienced it for real. However, she also knew that it wouldn't ever quite feel like this again.
Geraldine bent forward and kissed Mister Evans' feet. When she rose back to her knees, she felt his hand on her head again. She leaned forward, resting her head against him. They stayed like that for a minute before he took his hand away.
"Good bye, Geraldine," he said. "I'll be back and I'll be sure to get a room on your floor."
"Thank you, sir," she replied. "Good bye."
Mister Evans went to the door and took a last look at the kneeling negro woman on the floor in the middle of his room before letting himself out into the hallway and he was gone.
* * *
The rest of the shift passed by uneventfully for Geraldine. She pushed her cart from room to room, changed the sheets and vacuumed the floors, leaving fresh towels for the other guests. Although she still smiled sweetly when she encountered them as she made her rounds, none knew to take advantage of the pretty negro maid who would have been happy to serve their every need.
Back in the staff locker room, Geraldine was changing out of her uniform when Lucille came up to the next locker.
"So, how'd you do today, boo?" asked the older housekeeper, grinning. "Dat white man still wantin' some o' yo' special service?"
"As a matter o' fact, he did," said Geraldine without embarrassment. "He wanted my wake up service an' I obliged him."
"How 'bout dat!" exclaimed Lucille. "You give him a li'l o' dat good wakin' up dick suckin'? O' maybe some mornin' poontang?"
Geraldine could tell that her friend was having some fun with her trying to get her flustered. But, she was still glowing from having pleased Mister Evans so much that she was happy to tell Lucille how she'd served him.
"I give him one, an' then the other," she replied proudly. "He woke up wit' his dick in my mouf. Then he had me ride him 'til he nutted. It was good, too, girl! I washed him up in the shower an' got him up again! 'Course I took care o' dat, too. I ain't lettin' him go away wit' out satisfaction!"
"Dat's my girl!" grinned Lucille. "Oh, you gonna find things a whole lot more int'restin' 'round here now!"
Stripped down to her bra and panties, Geraldine was just reaching for the blouse she'd worn to work that morning when Caroline Winslow, the housekeeping supervisor, walked up.
"Excuse me," said the white lady. "I want to see Geraldine in my office." Turning to Lucille, she continued, "When you have a minute."
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Caroline," said Lucille. "We's jus' talkin', dat's all."
"I'll jus' get dressed an' be right there, ma'am," Geraldine told her.
"That won't be necessary, girl," said Miz Winslow. "Please come as you are."
"Yes, ma'am," blushed Geraldine.
The white lady turned and walked back towards her office. The negro maids exchanged glances. Lucille grinned again as Geraldine followed behind Miz Winslow.
"Close the door," ordered Miz Winslow once she and Geraldine were in her office.
Geraldine went to push the door closed and noticed several of the other women watching from the locker room. She felt certain they knew that something was going on. Blushing, she shut the door and turned back to Miz Winslow, who had settled into her chair.
"I got an excellent report from the guest in sixteen twelve, Geraldine," she told her. "He was very pleased with your services. Good job, girl."
"Thank you, ma'am," replied Geraldine, still self conscious about standing there in her underwear in front of the fully dressed white lady.
"He specifically said you were a good nigger," said Miz Winslow. "I'm positive he meant it as a compliment. I hope you consider it to be one."
"Yes, ma'am," blushed Geraldine.
"I see," mused the white lady. "So, you consider yourself a nigger. Is that right?"
"Well...," stammered Geraldine, "I guess I do... I mean I like to serve white people if that's what you mean."
"Tell me what you are, Geraldine," insisted Miz Winslow. "I want to hear it from you."
Geraldine felt her face growing warm. She'd had no problem dealing with Lucille, but now she was feeling very embarrassed. Miz Winslow waited for her to speak.
"I'm a nigger, ma'am," admitted Geraldine. "Is that what you meant?"
"Yes, girl," replied Miz Winslow. "That's what I meant. We have many black women on the housekeeping staff here and they all do a fine job. But, only a few are actually niggers. I'm glad to hear we have one more."
Miz Winslow paused and let her eyes roam over the nearly naked negro's body. Geraldine felt her pussy buzzing from the white lady's attention in spite of her embarrassment at the situation.
"Remove your clothing, nigger," said Miz Winslow at last.
"Miz Winslow?" Geraldine replied with surprise.
"You heard me, nigger," Miz Winslow told her, a hint of sternness in her voice. "Remove your clothing. Now."
"Yes, ma'am," said Geraldine.
Obediently, Geraldine unclasped her bra and pulled it off. Miz Winslow's expression softened into a smile as the black woman pulled off her panties and stood naked in front of her.
"That's a good girl," said the white lady. "Aren't you pretty! And I love how you've got your pussy all nice and bare! So very attractive! I can see at least part of the reason the guest in sixteen twelve was so pleased with you."
"Thank you, Miz Winslow," blushed Geraldine.
"Now that we're friends, you may call me Miz Caroline," said the white woman. "Step closer to me."
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Caroline," she replied.
Nervously, Geraldine stood directly in front of where her supervisor was sitting. Being able to address her by her first name made the black maid feel special. The look on the white lady's face told her that she was pleased with what she saw. Miz Winslow put her hand on the negro's breast and gently caressed it. Her touch gave her pleasure and her nipple hardened in response.
"You like that, don't you girl?" Miz Winslow asked her.
"It feels good, ma'am," Geraldine admitted.
Miz Winslow's hand moved to Geraldine's other breast. The colored woman closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. It wasn't long before she felt the white lady's hand moving down and over her belly, brushing over her shaved pubic mound.
"Open your legs for me, nigger," ordered Miz Winslow. "I want to feel how soft your coochie is."
Her excitement continuing to build, Geraldine complied and parted her legs to give Miz Winslow access to her sex. Her legs trembled at the white woman's touch.
"That's a good girl," murmured Miz Winslow. "Just relax and take it. I can tell you like it, Geraldine. You're quite wet."
Geraldine blushed, but she knew it was true. She could feel that her clit was popped out. Miz Winslow wasted no time noticing that and began softly teasing the sensitive nub. The black maid was finding it increasingly difficult to remain standing still while her pussy was played with this way. She started humping back at the lady's hand.
"That's right, it's okay, girl," cooed the white woman. "Do what comes natural. Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Uh huh," sighed Geraldine.
When she felt herself penetrated her with her boss's finger, Geraldine gasped. Miz Winslow had Geraldine's pussy cupped in her hand, her middle finger in the negro's vagina. The colored woman rubbed herself against the white lady's hand, struggling to get more pressure against her sensitive clit. She moaned as she felt herself getting close to orgasm.
"Are you going to cum for me, sweetheart?" asked Miz Winslow softly. "I expect you to ask for permission first. Niggers must always ask for permission. Do you understand?"
Dreamily, Geraldine nodded her head and continued grinding her pussy on Miz Winslow's hand. Suddenly, the white lady withdrew it. The negro maid humped desperately in the air before opening her eyes.
"I asked you a question, nigger," Miz Winslow said sternly. "I expect you to answer."
"Yes, ma'am, I's sorry ma'am," Geraldine apologized. "I un'erstan'."
"That's better," allowed the white woman.
Somehow the unequal and humiliating nature of this situation only served to push Geraldine closer to the edge. When Miz Winslow resumed stroking the negro's now soaking pussy, she could tell she was going past the point of no return.
"Kin I cum?" asked Geraldine frantically. "Kin I? Kin I?"
"Yes, sweetheart," said Miz Winslow. "Cum for me like a good nigger girl."
"Oh!" cried Geraldine, her legs shaking. "Ah! Ah!!"
Miz Winslow continued to caress the colored woman's pussy for little while longer before finally taking her hand away.
"Thank you, ma'am," said Geraldine, embarrassed at being seen this way.
"How do you feel?" asked Miz Winslow.
"Good...," replied Geraldine, bashfully. "A little embarrassed. I never had another woman... do nothin' like that..."
"Have you ever serviced a lady, Geraldine?" asked Miz Winslow.
The reality of the situation was beginning to sink in. This was just the beginning.
"No, ma'am," answered Geraldine. "I ain't never done nothin' like that."
"Well, you're going to," Miz Winslow replied, her eyes shining. "Aren't you, nigger?"
Her anxiety was increasing and she was feeling a little light headed. She'd sometimes thought about being with another woman, but had never come close to acting on it. Still, the white lady had made her feel very good and Geraldine wanted to please her.
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Caroline," agreed Geraldine. "I do like you say."
"Good girl," Miz Winslow smiled. "Time for you to service me. Now get down on your knees and take my panties off.
Geraldine knelt in front of Miz Winslow and with shaking hands reached up under her skirt. The white lady looked at her with an expression of approval and encouragement so the black maid took hold of her supervisor's panties and pulled them down over the woman's knees. Feeling her own excitement building, the negress continued and pulled them off over her feet.
"That's right...," Miz Winslow coaxed her. "Now put your pretty face between my legs. Give me a nice kiss on the lips. Just the way you'd like it. Go ahead."
Her face flushed, Geraldine put her head under Miz Winslow's skirt. She could smell the white lady's scent. It was strong. She was clearly very aroused. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen and covered with downy light brown hair. The negro woman tentatively touched her lips to her boss's labia.
"Do it like you mean it, nigger," ordered Miz Winslow. "Nice and hard. I want to feel your tongue on me."
Following the white lady's command, Geraldine kissed her pussy harder. She could taste her musk. Poking her tongue out, she ran it the length of Miz Winslow's slit. She felt her hands on the back of her head, urging her closer.
"Eat me, nigger," demanded Miz Winslow. "Get with it!"
Encouraged by the effect she was having on Miz Winslow, Geraldine pushed her tongue between the white lady's pussy lips and started licking in earnest. It was actually quite pleasant, thought the colored woman. And it was especially gratifying to know that Miz Winslow was enjoying it so much.
Geraldine continued to lick and kiss the white woman's vagina the same way she herself liked to be licked. It didn't take long for her to feel Miz Winslow's thighs clamped on her head, her hips thrusting against the negro's face.
"Yes...," sighed Miz Winslow. "Yes!"
Faster and faster, Geraldine serviced Miz Winslow. She stuck her tongue into the white lady's vagina and fucked her with it. She was having difficulty breathing, but continued to pleasure her as best she could. She was rewarded with a sudden gush of wetness.
"Oh, yes!" cried the white woman happily. "Yes!"
Slowly, Miz Winslow relaxed and released her from her grip and sat back in the chair. The negress rocked back and sat on he knees, awaiting further instructions. The white lady's face was flushed red and she smiled blissfully. Just as she had with Mister Evans, Geraldine felt a sense of gratification at having been the instrument of pleasure for someone.
"Good girl!" smiled Miz Winslow after she'd caught her breath. "Was this really your first time going down on another woman? You were wonderful!"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Geraldine, bashful at the praise. "I never did that 'fore now. You the first."
"Help me on with my panties, sweetheart," instructed the white lady. "Then you may get dressed yourself."
Geraldine picked up the panties and slipped them over Miz Winslow's feet. As she pulled them, the white woman stood, allowing her to easily get them under her skirt. The negro got another whiff of the lady's arousal.
She remained kneeling at her feet for a moment before getting up and picking up her own bra and panties and put them on under Miz Winslow's watchful gaze. When she had them on, she waited patiently.
"That's all for now, girl," Miz Winslow told her. "But there'll be more tomorrow. I'm just going to love you!"
"Thank you, Miz Caroline," replied Geraldine.
Miz Winslow returned to her desk and smiled at Geraldine one more time. The negro maid turned and left the office, closing the door behind her. Most of the other women had left already. Lucille was waiting for her.
"My, oh my!" grinned her friend. "You smell like coochie, girl! I guess Miz Caroline done broke you in good! Ain't she got da sweetest li'l pink pussy?"
Geraldine blushed and said nothing as she opened her locker and started putting her street clothes on.
"Ain't gonna kiss an' tell, huh?" laughed Lucille. "Dat's alright. I knows how it is. But, I knows how dat lady can work a nigga's coochie, too! I bet she gave you some o' dat! Ain't dat right, boo?"
Smiling shyly, Geraldine nodded.
"I gots to run now," said Lucille. "Maybe you be feelin' like talkin' 'bout it some other time."
"Maybe," allowed Geraldine.
Lucille was gone by the time Geraldine was ready to go. She walked out of the hotel alone and went to the bus stop. The aroma of Miz Winslow's pussy still lingered in the black woman's nostrils. She wondered how obvious it would be to the passengers on the bus.
She'd find out soon enough, because just then the bus pulled up and the doors opened. Geraldine climbed the steps and showed the driver her pass. The gray haired black man behind the wheel smiled at her in a way she hadn't seen him do before. She was certain he could smell it.
Making her way down the aisle, she noticed the old white man she'd met the other day. He was sitting by himself, but moved over to make room for her as she approached. Once again, she brushed at her blouse, surreptitiously unbuttoning a couple of buttons. By the time she stood next to where he sat, her cleavage was visible to where the cups of her bra met.
"May I sit here, sir?" she asked sweetly, bending over to give him a good look down her top.
The old man's eyes went straight for her exposed brown flesh. She glanced into his lap and noticed that his growing erection had tented his trousers.
"Of course!" he sputtered eagerly.
"Thank you, sir," said Geraldine, pretending to take no notice of how he was looking at her.
"I've been riding this bus alot lately, hoping I'd see you again," he told her after a minute or two. "You're a very lovely woman."
"Why, thank you, sir!" she replied happily.
"Oh...," he said quietly, "you don't have to call me sir..."
"I like bein' respectful," she told him. "'specially to a fine white gentleman like you. But, I ain't wanna make you uncomfortable."
"It doesn't make me uncomfortable...," he replied. "I think it's refreshing. You're a very polite and beautiful young woman. What's your name?"
"You sweet to say so, sir." smiled the negro woman. "My name is Geraldine."
"I hope I'm not being too forward," said the man. "And seeing how old I am and how young you are, I'd understand if you say no... But, would you like to have coffee with me?"
"You ain't bein' too nothin', sir," said Geraldine. "An' I be honored to have coffee with a fine white gentleman like you."
"Wonderful!" exclaimed the man.
The old man's eyes kept going back to Geraldine's breasts. She sat there next to him basking in the glow of knowing how much pleasure she was giving him.
Thinking back on the events of the past few days, she realized that giving pleasure gave her even more in return. She was glad she'd acted on the chance to make her fantasies real. They were even better than she'd been imagining, and this was only the beginning.
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