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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
Julia spent the summer working at Franky's Diner and then returned to Central State University in the fall. She'd been assigned a new roommate, but the girl had dropped out of school only a few weeks into the semester, leaving her alone in the room.
The whole autumn semester went by uneventfully, leaving Julia with the feeling that an important part of her life was missing. After the holidays, she had returned early to try and earn some extra money. Over half of what she'd earned over the summer at Franky's Diner had been spent on text books, clothing, meals, and the occasional movie. She was concerned that her funds would run out before the end of the coming semester.
There hadn't been any available shifts at Franky's for January so waitressing there wasn't an employment option. However, Julia remembered an advertisement in the classified section of a local free weekly newspaper that was distributed on campus that had caught her eye. It was for a temporary employment agency that provided housekeeping services called Temp Maids. No experience necessary and it paid eight dollars an hour. A couple weeks of that and her money problems would be solved.
The young negro woman also couldn't help but imagine herself serving a handsome middle aged white man as his maid. Julia was a little ashamed to admit to herself that this was the primary reason she wanted to pursue this job rather than staying with her mother during intersession and looking for a temp job there.
The morning after her return, Julia took the bus from campus downtown to the Temp Maids office. She spoke to a pleasant middle aged white lady named Doris. The interview went well enough and less than twenty minutes after walking in the door, she'd been accepted and was filling out all the necessary paper work while Doris flipped through a file folder of available jobs.
"Here's one," said Doris. "Basic housekeeping duties and cooking. The live in maid is on vacation for the holidays and the client needs someone to fill in for her while she's gone. It would fit your availability perfectly. The thing is, we'd really need you to start immediately."
"Okay," said Julia. "That's fine."
"Excellent," smiled Doris, glancing at her watch. "Actually, we have a van leaving in twenty minutes to run some of the girls out to their assignments. This particular client prefers the housekeeper to wear a uniform. We have some in the back. Go find one that fits you and put it on.
"All right," agreed Julia, standing up.
"Oh, get a cap, too," added Doris.
"Okay," replied Julia.
Julia went to the dressing room in the back and found a charcoal gray maid's uniform in her size. Remembering the need for a cap, she picked one out and tried it on. Looking in the mirror, she blushed at the image of herself dressed in as a maid. She couldn't help but see herself as a house slave. The idea had her clit tingling.
"Julia!" called Doris. "The van's waiting for you!"
"Sorry," Julia called back. "I'm coming."
Hurrying out the door of the dressing room, Julia walked quickly across the office floor.
"They're out front," said Doris.
Parked in front of the agency was a white passenger van with the Temp Maids logo on the front door. The silver haired white lady sitting behind the wheel smiled at Julia.
"Hop in, deary," said the older woman.
Julia climbed in the side door and closed it. She sat on the middle seat next to a black woman who appeared to be in her thirties. A younger, but bigger, black woman sitting in the front passenger seat turned and looked the newcomer over as the van pulled out into the street.
"Don't tell me!" laughed the big girl. "You're goin' up to the perfesser's place. Ain't that right?"
"That's right, Mary," said the driver. "Julia will be working at Professor Allen's home today."
"I knowed it," grinned Mary. "He da only one makes a girl wear dat get up."
"Don't be puttin' no ideas in da new girl's head," said the black woman sitting next to Julia. "Let her find out fo' her own self."
"I'm jus' havin' fun guessin', dat's all, Syl," replied Mary. "'sides, everybody knows 'bout the perfesser."
"I don't," said Julia. "What's wrong with him?"
"Oh, nothin'," said Mary. "Nothin', least if 'n you ain't mind wearin' dat get up an' havin' some ol' white man watchin' over you while you doin' the cleanin'."
"He ain't dat old, girl," Syl said. "He just gotta little gray on his head. That don't make him old."
"Okay, maybe he ain't dat old," conceded Mary. "But you know I ain't lyin' 'bout da rest. I worked up dere one day. One day. An' dat was all fo' me. First, he keeps turnin' up watchin' while I was cleanin' da bafroom. He musta stood dere fo' ten whole minutes. I think he was checkin' out my fine black ass."
Julia heard a laugh from behind her. She turned around to see two other women, only slightly older than herself. One white and the other Hispanic. It was the Hispanic one who'd laughed out loud. The white girl had covered her mouth to suppress her own reaction.
"Don't encourage da girl, Tina," said Syl. "You start laughin' at her ass an' she ain't gonna shut up 'til she gets out."
"It's funny!" exclaimed Tina.
"Oh, it's funny, all right!" Mary went on. "Maybe you think it's funny gittin' down on yo' hands an' knees while some white man stan's over you watchin'. I jus' knowed his eyes is all over me. An' dat ain't all. Every time he's talkin' to me, he's really talkin' to my chest an' he don't care if 'n I catch him at it or not!"
"Well, you do got plenty for him to be lookin' at," said Syl. "Can't hardly blame him for that."
"You is jus' jealous, Syl," said Mary. "'sides, ain't you the one what tol' me 'bout him in da first place?"
"Yeah, you right 'bout dat," conceded Syl. "He is somethin', dat's fo' sho'. Two days... Dat was it fo' me."
"You're makin' Julia nervous," said the white girl. "Besides, which, you are exaggeratin' 'bout him. He ain't that bad."
"Now, you is jus' da proof o' th' whole thing," said Mary. "He ain't gonna act up like dat fo' no white girl. Ain't gonna happen. He likes 'em dark. Dat white man got da jungle fever. You go jus' one day 'cause he asks fo' a new girl. Ain't dat right? Tell her, Steph! I ain't lyin'!"
"Doris said the Garmins wanted me back an' that's why she sent that new girl," Steph told her. "It ain't 'cause he wanted a black girl. I swear, you're imaginin' most of this."
The van pulled up in front of house on a quiet suburban street. Mary opened the door and climbed out.
"Good luck, girl," she said before closing the door.
"Don't worry about her, Julia," said the silver haired van driver. "She complains 'bout clients all the time. Believe me, we wouldn't send you to a client who was so... unsavory."
"Well, you don't know, Missus Bee," said Syl. "Dat perfesser... dere's somethin' funny 'bout him... An' it's always da new girl what gets him."
Julia wasn't sure what to make of all this. There had to be some truth in what Mary and Syl said. Little did they know, however, that she liked what she heard. The idea of some middle aged white man with jungle fever paying close attention to her wasn't too different from the fantasies she'd entertained herself with on the bus ride from home.
"Um, you keep callin' him the professor," said Julia. "Is he a real professor?"
"So I hear," Missus Bee told her. "Over at CSU. See, that's why I wouldn't put too much stock in what the girls say. He's a respectable man. I'm sure Mary means well, but that girl is prone to exaggeration, especially with a new audience."
"That's right," agreed Steph. "He was a perfect gentleman while I was there. He talked real nice an' polite with me when I was makin' his lunch an' other 'n that, he left me alone to do my work. I... dunno why he didn't ask to have me back."
"I thought you said you had to go somewhere else?" asked Julia.
"Yeah, I couldn't go back anyways 'cause of the Garmins wantin' me back," answered Steph.
Missus Bee pulled the van up into the driveway of a large, older two story home.
"This is Professor Allen's home," said Missus Bee. "He's expectin' you. I'll be back at four thirty to pick you up an' take you back to the office. Relax, Julia. You'll be fine."
"Um, yeah," Julia replied. "I'll see you then."
Julia climbed out of the van and walked to the side door. She had butterflies in her stomach as she rang the door bell. The colored girl glanced back and watched the van backing out of the driveway and heading down the street the way they'd come. She was on her own now.
After a few more seconds, the door was opened by a tall white man about fifty years old. He had dark brown hair that was graying at the temples. He was dressed casually in khaki slacks and a blue sport shirt.
"You must be from Temp Maids," said the man. "I'm Dennis Allen. Come on in."
Julia stepped into what was the kitchen of the house and looked around. The room was unremarkable except that it was much more modern looking than one would expect in an older home. It must have been remodeled at some point in the recent past, she thought.
"Hi..., um..., Mister Allen," Julia said shyly. "My name is Julia. Julia Robinson."
"Well, I'm pleased to meet you," he smiled. "Actually, it's Professor, not Mister."
"Oh, sorry..., Professor Allen," she apologized. "The lady did say that, sir."
"Don't worry about it," he said. "It's okay."
The professor's eyes started to roam over Julia's body as she stood there in the kitchen. She felt her pulse rate increase and her face grow warm.
"And yes, 'sir' is fine, too, if you're more comfortable with that," he added.
Julia's pussy jumped hearing that. A handsome middle aged white man who wanted her to call him 'sir', she thought. Even though nothing else would likely happen, the colored girl knew what she'd be thinking about that night when she went to bed.
"Yes, sir," she responded. "I'm comfortable with that, sir."
"Excellent!" he smiled. "Well, now that the introductions are out of the way, let me show you the house and what you'll be doing. For starters, this is the kitchen, obviously, where you'll be preparing lunch for me. I'm afraid the dishwasher is broken at the moment, so you'll have to do the dishes by hand. I guess I've let them pile up a little since the last girl was here."
"That's okay, sir," said Julia. "I don't mind doin' 'em by hand."
"My regular girl, Betty, usually takes care of everything around here, including things like getting the dishwasher fixed," explained the professor. "I'm kind of lost here with her away. Anyways, let's see the rest of the place."
The professor led Julia out of the kitchen, past a formal dining room, and into the living room. It featured a large bay window looking out over what must have been a big garden in the summer. Now, in the winter, it was pretty much a large expanse of snow surrounded by evergreen bushes. There were plants in the corners of the room and a couple of large potted ferns hung from a ceiling beam.
A large leather upholstered couch faced the window with a couple of matching chairs on either side of it and a long wooden coffee table in front. The walls were almost completely lined with bookshelves. The floor was hardwood, mostly covered by an oriental rug.
"It's important to keep these plants watered," said the professor. "This place really dries out in the winter."
"Yes, sir," Julia said. "I'll be sure to do that."
"Back there is my study, where I spend most of my time," he said, gesturing to a door way towards the back of the house. "There's a plant in there that needs looking after, too. Vacuum in there, but don't touch the desk or bookshelves or I'll never be able to find anything."
"Right, sir," said the colored girl.
"Let's go upstairs," he said.
They went down a hallway towards the front of the house that ran along side a stairway that ended at the front door. Julia followed the professor up the stairs. Just off the hallway were three bedrooms and a bathroom.
"The larger room is mine," said the professor. "That one over there is a guest room. The one next to mine is Betty's. I doubt you'll need to do more than dust and vacuum in them."
"Yes, sir," said Julia.
So, the live in maid actually stayed in a bedroom right next to the professor's, thought Julia. Was it possible she was more than a mere servant to him?
"I haven't had anyone in since last week, so work has piled up a little," said Professor Allen. "Especially the laundry. My bed hasn't been changed since then, either. I'll show you where the laundry room is and then you can get started."
Back down the stairs and past the kitchen was another door.
"It's just in there," The professor said, opening the door, revealing a washer and dryer and a utility sink. "I think you'll find everything you need there. Any questions?"
"No, sir," replied Julia. "I'll get started on the laundry an' then the rest."
"Sounds good," said the professor. "If you have any questions or need anything, I'll be in my study. I'll probably come around and see how you're doing in a bit."
"Yes, sir," said Julia.
The professor walked off back to his study. Julia went back up the stairs to the bedrooms and got to work.
* * *
After getting the laundry going, Julia decided to take care of the upstairs part of the house before starting lunch. She was in the upstairs bathroom kneeling next to the bathtub, scrubbing it out, when she heard footsteps out in the hallway. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw Professor Allen standing in the door way. She couldn't help but notice that he brought his eyes up to meet hers since he had obviously been looking at her backside. At once her face got warmer and her pussy tingled.
"Do you need me for somethin' sir?" asked Julia.
"No...," answered the professor. "Just seeing how you're doing. That's all."
"It's goin' okay, sir," she replied.
"Excellent!" he smiled.
When it became clear that he wasn't going to leave at that moment, Julia returned to her work. After a minute or so, she heard the professor's footsteps going back down the stairs. This must have been what Mary had been complaining about, she thought. The colored girl was a little ashamed at being disappointed that that's all it had been.
* * *
With the dishes drying in the rack after lunch, Julia turned her attention to the kitchen floor. It could definitely use a cleaning, she thought. She quickly found a bucket and some floor cleaner and even a scrub brush, but no mop. Apparently, this would be another opportunity to get down on her hands and knees on the white man's floor.
It wasn't long after she'd gotten started that she heard footsteps and then saw the professor's feet in front of her. Looking up, she saw the white man looking down at her. She rose to her knees, and noticed that his eyes were trained lower than her face. The colored girl blushed when she realized he was looking down her uniform dress. Apparently, having only a single button undone was sufficient to attract his attention.
"There's a mop around here somewhere," he said, his eyes still fixed on her cleavage.
"That's okay, sir," she replied. "I can do a better job like this always."
"Well, I appreciate that," smiled the professor.
"Uh..., excuse me a minute, sir," she said standing. "I gotta change the water."
As she carried the bucket of perfectly clean soapy water away, the negro maid could feel the professor's eyes on her. Perhaps Mary hadn't been exaggerating after all, she thought. But, unlike the big black girl, Julia was enjoying the attention. She put a little extra sway in her steps as she walked to the laundry room.
After dumping the bucket in the sink, Julia placed it under the tap and turned on the water. As she waited for the bucket to fill, she unbuttoned the second button of her uniform top, exposing much more of her soft brown flesh. Now the white man would have a better view of her cleavage.
When she returned with the wash bucket, Julia found Professor Allen still standing there. Slowly, she leaned over to place the bucket on the floor. She'd been careful to line herself up so as to give him a perfect peek down her top. Getting back down on her knees, she picked up the scrub brush and resumed cleaning the floor.
Professor Allen pulled out a chair from the table and sat down to watch her. It was as if Julia scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees was a performance for his enjoyment. The colored girl made sure to scrub with enough energy that her breasts swayed. With the occasional glance up at the white man, she confirmed that he was indeed noticing her efforts.
"Tell me, Julia," said the professor after sitting several minutes in silence. "Have you been doing this kind of work long?"
"Not really, sir," she replied. "Actually, this is my first day."
"I see," he said. "You're doing a wonderful job of it."
"Thank you, sir," blushed Julia.
As she continued her work, Julia started wondering how long the professor was just going to sit there and watch her scrubbing the floor. Thinking back, she remembered many times when she'd been told to crawl naked on the floor for a white man's amusement. It had always been humiliating as well as arousing for her. This time seemed little different from those others except for the fact she was dressed and was ostensibly merely doing housework.
"I hope I'm not bothering you," said the professor after a long silence. "I needed to take a break from my work and it's relaxing for me to watch you work."
"You're not botherin' me at all, sir," replied Julia. "I dont mind you watchin' if you want to."
Would that be enough to let Professor Allen know she was available to him? Julia had realized early on that she was his for the asking. No, she thought, he wouldn't even have to ask. All the white man had to do was tell her what he wanted. She would not refuse. Actually, he could just do as he pleased with her. She would not resist. The thought of him taking her had the black girl excited. She could feel the dampness in the crotch of her panties as she scrubbed the kitchen floor.
Julia stretched the moment out as long as she could, but eventually she finished scrubbing the entire kitchen floor and got to her feet. Picking up the bucket she once again made sure to bend over in such a way as to maximize the view of her cleavage for Professor Allen. As she slowly straightened up, she saw he took full advantage of the opportunity.
Her hips swaying, Julia carried the bucket to the laundry room and dumped it in the utility sink. As she filled the bucket with clear rinse water, she toyed with the idea of unbuttoning yet another button. She longed for the kind of attention that certain white men gave her and she had the feeling that Professor Allen would be one to give it to her.
Returning to the kitchen, Julia was happy to see that the professor had waited for her. She put the bucket down, giving the white man another eyeful of cleavage.
"Dont forget, there's a mop back in the laundry room somewhere," he told her. "I don't want you worn out on your first day."
"I'll go look for it," she replied, straightening up.
"Well..., I better get back to work." said the professor, standing.
Julia was disappointed to see Professor Allen leave when she was enjoying putting this show on for him. Hadn't he been enjoying it? Why would he leave now? When he stood, the colored maid couldn't help but notice a bulge in the white man's khaki slacks. She blushed as she valiantly suppressed a smile. Apparently he had been enjoying her efforts after all. The negro girl watched the professor head back towards his study.
* * *
The rest of the day passed uneventfully as Julia completed cleaning the kitchen floor and moved on to dusting and vacuuming. She had just finished putting the laundry away when she saw it was well after four o'clock. The van from Temp Maids would be there soon to take her back to the agency.
Julia was putting the dishes away when Professor Allen entered the kitchen.
"Looks like you'll be leaving shortly," he said.
"Yes, sir," she replied. "The lady said she'd pick me up at four thirty."
"Well, I wanted to tell you what a wonderful job you did today," said the professor. "I really appreciate it."
"Thank you, sir," blushed Julia.
Outside, the van pulled into the driveway. Julia went to the kitchen door.
"Bye, sir," said Julia.
"Good bye, Julia," smiled Professor Allen. "I hope I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes, sir," she replied. "I'll be here."
"Good girl," he said. "I'm glad."
Julia felt the professor's words right between her legs. She wished she could show him just how good a girl she could be. Maybe tomorrow, she thought as she let herself out the door.
Sliding the side door of the van open, Julia climbed in and sat next to Syl. Steph and Tina were already sitting in the back. Missus Bee backed the van out of the driveway and headed down the street.
"So, how was your first day, deary?" asked Missus Bee.
"It was fine," replied Julia. "I think he wants me back tomorrow."
"That's wonderful!" said Missus Bee. "I knew things would work out."
"So did I," Steph chimed in. "He seemed like a nice enough man to me the day I worked there."
"I ain't so sho' you his type," laughed Syl. "I's su'prised he ain't act up on you, Julia. I's glad it went okay fo' you."
The van pulled up to the house where Mary had been dropped off that morning. The big black girl emerged from the house and climbed into the front passenger seat.
"Everything go okay for you, deary?" asked Missus Bee.
"Jus' fine," replied Mary. "What I'm wonderin' 'bout is how it went wit' da perfesser. How 'bout it, girl? Dat white man be actin' a fool?"
"Really, he was fine," said Julia. "He seems nice."
"Nice?" laughed Mary. "Maybe he ain't feelin' well or somethin'. Maybe you ain't got 'nough meat on yo' bones to git him fired up. I's tellin' you, dat man was on me like white on rice."
Tina giggled. Julia said nothing. She had no doubt that she'd fired him up plenty.
* * *
Back at the Temp Maids office, Julia was changing out of her uniform and into the blue jeans and sweater she'd been wearing that morning when Doris walked in.
"I just heard from Mister Allen," she said. "He wanted to tell me what a fine job you did for him."
"I'm glad," said Julia. "I wanted to do a good job."
"Well, you certainly made an impression," Doris went on. "He wants you back tomorrow and the rest of the week. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes, that's fine," replied Julia.
"Then the assignment is yours," said Doris. "You can come back here tomorrow and we'll give you a ride out there. Take enough uniforms to last the week home with you."
"Okay," Julia replied.
Walking over to where the uniforms were hanging, Julia looked for section of the rack for her size. She pulled down three and hesitated. Her eyes drifted over to uniforms one size smaller. The colored girl imagined the reaction Professor Allen would have to seeing her squeezed into the smaller dress. She took down one of the smaller sized ones to try on.
The bottom of the dress rode up on her ass a little and the buttons on the top were a little stretched. Julia felt a little slutty wearing it, but it didn't seem too outrageous. She pulled it off and put her jeans and sweater back on. After a moment's thought she added the smaller uniform to the three she already had and walked out.
* * *
Julia hung the maid's uniforms up when she returned to her dorm room. She lay on her bed and reflected on her day with Professor Allen. She was still amazed that it had been a little like she'd fantasized about; things just didn't go as far in reality as they had in her imagination.
Closing her eyes, she remembered how she felt there on her hands and knees on the kitchen floor with the professor standing in front of her. Whether he'd intended for it or not, she'd felt humbled in that position. Like a slave at the feet of her master. Her hand drifted down to her crotch and unconsciously started rubbing her pussy through her jeans.
"Get up, nigger," the professor was saying. "On your knees."
"Yes, Massa," she replied, rising to her knees.
"You know what to do, don't you, girl?" he was asking her.
"Yes, Massa," she told him.
Julia unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down. She slipped her hand under her panties and rubbed her pussy directly. In her mind, though, it was the white man's slacks she was unzipping and pulling down. His dick was hard and glistening with pre cum. Obviously, he was very aroused by her.
Taking his cock in her mouth, Julia started sucking it. Somehow, she managed to get the whole thing inside her mouth without gagging. She imagined how his pubic hairs would feel brushing against her nose. The white man pumped his dick in and out of her, fucking her face. She rubbed her pussy even harder.
Feeling her orgasm starting to build, Julia switched the scene. She was still on the floor, only now she was on her hands and knees. Her maid's uniform dress was up over her back and her panties were down. The white man's cock was inside her and he was pounding it in and out of her.
"This is what you're for, nigger," he was saying. "Scrubbing the floor and taking your master's cock in your cunt. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Massa," she whispered aloud. "I'm a nigger... Fuck my cunt... That's what I'm for, Massa. Fuck my nigger cunt..."
Julia came as she imagined herself being taken on the floor. It wasn't the most powerful orgasm she'd experienced by a long shot, but it was satisfying and provided some relief from the arousal she'd felt building inside her all day as she served the professor.
After a few minutes, she decided to take a nap and pulled off her jeans and got under the covers. Would her fantasy be brought to life? She wasn't sure. However, she was definitely wearing the smaller uniform tomorrow to increase the chances of it happening for real.
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