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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
Riding the bus from the campus to the Temp Maids office, Julia felt a little self-conscious wearing a maid's uniform that was a size to small for her. However, she was wearing her winter coat on top of it, so none of the other passengers really noticed. Plus, she'd decided not to put the cap on until she got there.
The van was waiting at the curb outside the storefront office. Julia went straight to it after she got off the bus. Syl and Tina were already there.
"Good morning, Julia," smiled Missus Bee, turning to greet her from the driver's seat.
"Good morning, ma'am," replied Julia.
"If it ain't da new girl," said Syl. "You headed back out to da perfesser's?"
"Yes," said Julia. "I think I'm gonna be there all week."
Just then Mary arrived and climbed into her accustomed seat up front. Missus Bee started the van.
"Too bad dey couldn't fin' nothin' better fo' you," said Syl, shaking her head. "Dat white man ain't right."
"What, Julia still goin' out to da perfersser's?" laughed Mary. "Ain't you have enough of dat ol' white man?"
"There's nothin' wrong with him," replied Julia. "I didn't have no problems with him."
"Jus' you wait, girl," said Mary. "He be havin' you scrubbin' dat damn floor of his while he be watchin' you doin' it."
"I don't care if he watches me work," said Julia. "He's payin', ain't he?"
"So long as it's you an' not me," said Mary.
* * *
After dropping Mary off, the van headed to Professor Allen's house. Julia got out and headed to the side of the house. She rang the doorbell by the door to the kitchen. She put her cap on and was just finished adjusting it when Professor Allen opened the door.
"Good to see you, Julia" he said.
"Thank you, sir," she replied.
"You're earlier than I expected," he told her. "Come on in. I was just about to have breakfast."
Julia walked into the kitchen and hung her coat on a hook by the door. Professor Allen returned to the kitchen table and sat down. In front of him was a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. On the counter, a pot of coffee was just finishing brewing.
Reaching up into the cupboard, Julia got a mug down and filled it with coffee. She brought it over and placed it on the table for the professor. Just like at the diner, she made sure to bend down lower than necessary to give him a good look at her cleavage. Having two buttons of the more tightly fitting uniform undone helped make plenty of her brown flesh available for him to see.
"I'll get here earlier so I can get your breakfast ready, sir," she said.
"You don't have to do that, Julia," he smiled, his eyes drinking in her bared beauty.
"But, I want to," she said. "That is, if you don't mind, sir."
"Oh, no, I don't mind at all," he replied, slowly raising his eyes to meet hers. "I'd be happy if you did."
Julia was gratified to see that the professor certainly noticed what she was showing off to him. He sipped his coffee and let his gaze roam over her body. The smaller sized uniform definitely showed off her figure better than the one she'd worn yesterday. It might not be as practical for doing housework, but it was exactly right for pleasing the white man's eyes.
"If you don't need anything else right now, I'll go get started, sir," said Julia. "I'll put stuff away an' take care of the dishes when you're done."
"Fine..., thanks," said Professor Allen.
Swinging her hips like a truck stop waitress, Julia walked out of the kitchen and headed upstairs to make the bed. Her performance had left the colored girl more than mildly aroused. She was sure that the professor was watching her ass under her uniform as she walked. He wasn't exactly bashful about looking.
* * *
Around noon, Julia finished with the bedroom and upstairs vacuuming. She walked down to see if Professor Allen wanted lunch. As she approached the study, she could hear the white man typing. When she peeked in, she could see he was absorbed in his work and stood quietly outside the study.
While she was waiting, Julia unbuttoned the third button on her maid's uniform dress which exposed her cleavage and a bit of her bra. She figured if she got a less than positive reaction, she could pretend to be embarrassed and say how it must have come undone while she was working. However, based on the attention he'd been paying her, she doubted he'd object.
After a minute or so, Professor Allen stopped typing and turned in his chair to face Julia. Right away, his eyes went straight to her generously exposed breasts.
"Do you have a question or something, Julia?" he asked, speaking directly to her chest.
Suddenly embarrassed, Julia found herself a little tongue tied. She felt as if she was naked standing there under the white man's gaze.
"Um..., yes, sir," she answered. "I was wonderin' if you wanted lunch yet."
"Lunch?" he echoed her question. "In a bit... maybe a sandwich."
"Okay," she replied.
Julia thought about turning to leave, but she couldn't do it while Professor Allen was still looking at her breasts. As the seconds ticked by, the colored girl's face grew warmer.
"Julia..., I don't mean to embarrass you, but your uniform seems to have come undone a little," said the professor.
"Sorry, sir!" blushed Julia, fumbling with the button. "I... uh... it's a little too small for me. I guess it happened when I was cleanin'."
"Oh, don't apologize," he smiled. "I'm not complaining."
Encouraged by his somewhat positive response, Julia felt a little emboldened.
"So...," she started haltingly, "do you... want me to... leave it like this?"
"Are you telling me that you'll leave yourself exposed that way if I say yes?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Um..., yes, sir," she answered, her hand still on the button and her head bowed.
"You're a bit of an exhibitionist, aren't you, Julia?" asked the professor.
Julia was getting concerned that her attempt to please Professor Allen was being misinterpreted a little. Maybe she was an exhibitionist like he said, but it wasn't for just anybody and it wasn't just for the sake of doing it. What she wanted was for him to desire her and perhaps act on those feelings.
"I... dunno...," replied the black girl. "I jus' wanna... do what you want me to. That's all."
"I see," he said. "Well, then, feel free to leave it the way it is."
Relieved that the professor was going along with her, Julia's anxiety started giving way to excitement.
"Yes, sir," said Julia, dropping her hand down to her side.
"Tell me, do you enjoy showing yourself off this way?" he wanted to know.
"Sometimes, I guess," she told him.
"Only sometimes?" he asked. "What times do you enjoy it?"
"When it's the kind of man I like," she answered. "I like it then."
"I'm flattered," he smiled. "You must realize that I'm old enough to be your father."
"I know that, sir," she told him, smiling sheepishly. "I like men like you."
"You do?" he replied. "So, you like older men. Is that it?"
This was the best opportunity she'd have to say it, thought Julia. She knew that the professor might be put off by her preference. But, on the other hand, it might lead where she wanted it to. She had little to lose and much to gain by telling him the truth.
"Well...," she swallowed hard. "I guess it isn't just older men... I guess it's that I like older white men."
"Really?" the professor seemed surprised. "Why is that?"
"I dunno, really," she replied. "I jus' do. I always liked it when a older white man looked at me an' looked like he liked me. It makes me feel... I dunno... kinda special... I guess that sounds kinda silly."
"A person's natural preferences aren't anything that's silly," said Professor Allen. "We can't help the way we feel about things like that. Tell me..., how long have you... had this preference?"
"As long as I can remember, I guess," said Julia. "I've always felt that way."
"I understand," he said. "But, I'm sure this isn't the first time you've acted on your feelings this way."
"No, sir," she replied. "I guess that was a few years ago... There was this man who lived in the same apartment building as me. He kinda reminded of a character in a book I read. I kinda... well... I kinda tried to make him notice me."
"What did you do?" he asked.
Julia started feeling more nervous now. She wondered what Professor Allen would think of her if she told him about Mister Stanley. However, the idea of ending up with the professor treating her the way her old neighbor seemed worth taking a chance.
"Not that much..." she answered. "At first, anyways. I just tried to do stuff for him. I helped him with his laundry in the laundry room. I helped him by makin' his lunch."
"That's how you wanted him to notice you?" asked the professor. "A helpful neighbor?"
"No, not like that," admitted Julia. "I wanted him to see notice that I was a... you know... a woman."
"Hmmm...," replied Professor Allen. "What kind of book did you read?"
"Kind of a naughty book...," blushed Julia.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"It was a book about... um... the old days... before the Civil War," she explained. "It was about a slave girl an' her mother."
"Really?" replied the professor, surprised. "What was the name of it?"
"Savannah," she told him. "You prob'ly never heard of it."
"Oh, I've heard of it," said Professor Allen. "I have it around here somewhere."
It was Julia's turn to be surprised now.
"You do?!" exclaimed Julia. "So, you know... what it's about?"
"Of course," he assured her. "I take it you liked it."
"Yes, sir," she replied. "I did."
"It didn't really paint a very realistic picture of those times," he told her. "Slavery was brutal and horrific. That book is just fantasy bordering on pornography. But, I guess it wasn't intended to be historically accurate"
"I know that," said Julia. "I don't think bein' a slave back then for real would be... you know... sexy. But, bein' one in that story... That's different."
"What did you like about it?" asked the professor.
"I guess I liked how the men in the story wanted the girl so much," she answered. "They saw her like she was some kind of animal they could do whatever they wanted with an' she had to do like they said 'cause they... well... owned her."
"You like being told what to do?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," she responded.
"That girl had to do some pretty humiliating things, as I recall," said the professor.
"Yes, sir," she replied, feeling her submissive side coming out even more.
"She wasn't treated as a human being," he told her. "She was stripped and examined by strangers like livestock. She was put on the auction block and sold. Are you telling me you like that?"
"Yes, sir," said Julia, her pussy tingling at his words.
"That button didn't come undone by itself, did it?" asked Professor Allen, changing the subject back.
"No, sir," she admitted softly. "I did it on purpose."
"You wanted me to examine you like that?" he asked. "Is that it?"
"I dunno, sir," she answered. "I guess I wasn't thinkin' 'bout what I wanted... But, I wouldn't mind you examinin' me like that. Not if you wanted to..."
"I don't think you'll find that kind of examination as sexy as you seem to think," the professor warned her. "Like I said, those men in your book saw those women as human livestock... animals... and they treated them accordingly. Even in that fantasy story, it was dehumanizing and humiliating for that girl and her mother."
"I remember, sir," said Julia. "Maybe there's somethin' wrong with me... I thought it was sexy."
"All right," said Professor Allen. "I'd be happy to oblige you. Get undressed and I'll demonstrate."
Julia was surprised at this turn of events. She wondered if he could possibly be serious. Her pussy was already reacting at the thought of it.
"You want me to take my clothes off?" she asked.
"I said I'd demonstrate the kind of examination described in that book," he told her. "In order to evaluate a piece of human merchandise, a potential buyer will want to give it a thorough inspection. Clothing gets in the way of that. If you want me to examine you, remove your clothing. It's perfectly fine with me if you've changed your mind about this. If so, please go and prepare lunch."
"No, sir, I didn't change my mind," she said. "I... want that. I'll do like you say, sir."
"Excellent!" smiled Professor Allen, leaning back in his office chair.
Slowly and very self-consciously, Julia unbuttoned the remaining buttons on the front of the maid's uniform she was wearing. She pulled it off over her head and put it down on large leather upholstered chair that was right behind her. After slipping off her shoes, she stood in front of Professor Allen clad only in her underwear.
"Undressed means everything, Julia," said the professor. "This isn't a medical check up. This is a point of sale inspection. Get naked or get dressed and make lunch."
"Yes, sir," said the colored girl. "Sorry, sir."
Reaching behind her back, Julia fumbled at the clasp to her bra. Professor Allen smiled as he watched the negro maid bare her breasts for him. The black girl blushed at the way he seemed to leer at her exposed mammaries, but that didn't stop her from pulling her bra off and placing it on the chair on top of her uniform dress.
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, Julia pulled them down and stepped out of them. She watched Professor Allen's eyes take a leisurely tour of her bare brown body. Unsure of what to do next, the naked negro girl raised her arms and placed her hands behind her head in the display position Mister Stanley taught her. She stood with her feet apart waiting for the inspection to begin.
"Not bad," observed Professor Allen, standing.
The professor stepped right in front of Julia. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and a tingling between her legs. She tried to read the white man's face, but it seemed virtually expressionless.
"Lift your chin so I can easily see your face," he instructed her. "And lower your eyes respectfully. You don't make eye contact during an inspection. It isn't the place of the merchandise to be looking at the potential buyer."
"Sorry, sir," she apologized, casting her eyes downward.
"Don't speak," he said. "Just obey. Now, open your mouth."
Just as she had for Danny back in high school, Julia opened her mouth and laid her tongue on her bottom lip. The white boy had always enjoyed humiliating her this way and she hoped that the professor would enjoy it, too.
Professor Allen's face was so close to Julia's that she could feel his breath on her face. Although she dared not raise her eyes to look directly at him, she could tell that he was closely examining her face. This level of attention was beyond embarrassing. The black girl was beginning to understand the humiliation of being inspected like a thing to be purchased. Still, she felt excitement buzzing through her body, radiating out from between her legs.
Placing his index finger on the tip of her nose, Professor Allen pushed Julia's nose up slightly, causing her nostrils to flare. Never had she experienced an inspection as humiliating as this one and it had only just started. She felt like a piece of meat. Her pussy continued to tingle.
Next, the professor put his finger in Julia's mouth and pushed her jaw down to force her mouth open wider. She could feel herself starting to drool; saliva dripped down on her bare breast. Lifting her top lip and then the bottom, Professor Allen examined the negro's teeth.
When he finally touched her breast, the professor was anything but gentle. The white man grabbed her tit and squeezed it, not like a lover caressing a woman, but as if he was gauging the ripeness of a piece of fruit. He lifted and squeezed and kneaded her tender flesh. In spite of the roughness of the way he handled her, her nipples hardened immediately.
Slipping his hand between her legs, Professor Allen cupped Julia's vagina in his palm. She knew she had to be soaked and it was embarrassing to an extreme for her knowing that the professor was aware of how aroused she was by this degrading treatment. Nevertheless, she savored the feel of the white man's hand on her sensitive sex and wished he would rub her pussy.
Sitting back down in his chair, the professor leaned forward and had a close up look at Julia's naked crotch. She could feel his breath on her skin and was certain that he could smell her arousal.
"Turn around and bend over," ordered Professor Allen. "Grab your ankles."
Dropping her arms, Julia turned away from the white man and bent over. It was a strain on her to grab her ankles, and a little difficult to maintain her balance with her feet as far apart as they were. However, she knew that the professor wanted a good view of her cunt and she was determined to give it to him, regardless of how awkward it might have been.
Professor Allen put his hands on Julia's proffered ass and spread her cheeks apart in order to get a good look at her anus and vagina. Again, the black girl imagined herself to be nothing more than a piece of female flesh for the gratification of a white man. She could feel her pussy creaming.
Rolling his chair back a few inches, Professor Allen let go of Julia's ass cheeks. The negro girl remained in the humiliating bent over position.
"Sit up on the desk," he ordered. "All the way up. Lean back and spread your legs. The genitals are one of a slave's main selling points so I want to examine them thoroughly."
Straightening up, Julia stepped over the the heavy oak desk and sat on the edge of it before scooting further back across the polished wooden surface. Leaning back on her elbows, the negro spread her legs wide with her knees bent in order to give Professor Allen unobstructed access to her sex. She prayed that the white man would get up between her legs and stick his dick in her.
Instead, the professor stood up and leaned forward until his face was almost touching Julia's crotch. He inhaled deeply before putting his hands between the black girls legs and taking hold of her labia, spread them, revealing her pink clit and pussy hole. The negro's face burned with shame at the degrading treatment and her involuntary arousal in reaction to it. She could tell she was completely soaked because she could smell it.
Finally, Professor Allen stood up and looked down at her, taking in the view of the naked negro girl sprawled on his desk, her legs obscenely splayed open.
"So, Julia, did you like that?" asked the professor. "Does it make you want to have sex?"
"Yes, sir," answered the black maid in a small voice.
"Really?" he replied, surprised. "Well, me, too! Kneel."
It took a second for Julia to realize that she'd just been given an order. Quickly, she slid off the desk and onto the floor. She kneeled on the floor at Professor Allen's feet and looked up at him momentarily before respectfully casting her eyes down.
"Open your mouth," he commanded her as he unzipped his fly.
Julia opened her mouth without looking up. Nevertheless, she could plainly see Professor Allen take his cock out of his pants. He was fully erect. Stepping forward, his hard-on swung a little before he took it in his hand and pushed the tip into the colored girl's mouth. Reaching around to the back of her head, the white man grabbed her hair in his hand and started moving his dick in and out of her mouth.
"Suck it," he demanded.
Closing her lips around the white man's cock, Julia started sucking on it. Professor Allen continued fucking her face without easing his grip on the clump of her hair he had in his hand behind her head. She choked and sputtered a little even though he wasn't really pushing his dick all the way in to her throat. The negro girl slurped valiantly on his hard cock despite nearly gagging.
Without warning, the professor jerked Julia's head back and his cock slipped out of her mouth with an audible pop. The colored maid looked up at him, puzzled, for a second or two before his dick erupted and he ejaculated in her face. Blast after blast of hot white semen shot all over her chocolate brown skin. Once in the eye, once on the forehead, and a couple streams that landed in her hair.
"Keep that mouth open," he barked.
Obediently, Julia opened her mouth and was rewarded with a couple of shots of jizz right between her lips. She could feel the slick sperm dripping off her face and onto her bare breasts. The colored girl watched the professor's dick shrink yet continue to drool semen in a thin clear thread.
"Lick it off," he ordered her.
Leaning forward, Julia licked the thick liquid off of Professor Allen's penis. When she was through, she sat back on her knees. The white man zipped up his pants.
"Get up," the professor instructed.
Struggling to her feet, Julia stood, cum still dripping off of her face. The negro maid stood, head bowed, in front of the white man.
"Come with me," said the professor.
Putting his hand in the middle of Julia's back, Professor Allen guided the black girl towards the door of the study before stopping short. He reached forward and pushed the door closed, revealing a full length mirror hanging on the back of the door.
"Look at yourself," he commanded.
Raising her head, Julia looked in the mirror. She saw herself, naked and disheveled, splotches of semen on her face, hair, and breasts. It was a shameful display, to be sure. She was utterly humiliated.
"How do you feel, Julia?" he asked.
"Like a thing, sir," she answered in a whimper. "Like a piece of meat."
"You should feel that way," he agreed. "What do you think you look like right now?"
"Like a nigger slut, sir," she said.
"That's exactly right," he told her. "You look like a used nigger slut. How does that make you feel?"
"Humiliated, sir," she replied. "And... well... turned on..."
"Seriously?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, sir," she said softly. "I can't help it, sir... I know it's nasty... maybe there is somethin' wrong with me for likin' it... I dunno..."
"There's nothing wrong with you, Julia," said Professor Allen, his tone suddenly warmer. "Nothing at all." He paused. "Now..., about lunch. Go to the kitchen and get it started. I'll be in in a few minutes."
"Yes, sir," said Julia. "Should I... get dressed?"
"If you want to, go ahead," he replied. "Of course, I'm happy to have you naked. So, do what you want."
"Yes, sir," she said. "Thank you, sir."
With that, Julia turned around and walked past the chair where her clothing was piled and headed towards the kitchen. She even put a little extra swing in her step and shook her naked ass for the professor on her way out the door.
Back in the kitchen, Julia washed her hands before preparing lunch. She considered washing her face, too, but she wanted to show the professor that she was proud to wear his cum. He'd given her what she wanted and even though she was still in need of relief, she was satisfied. Wearing the white man's cum on her face was the colored girl's way of showing her appreciation.
A few minutes later, Professor Allen came out to the kitchen. Julia had finished making his sandwich and it was already on a plate on the table. He smiled when he saw her face was still splotched with his drying semen. The negro maid stood by while the professor sat down at the table.
"You're quite a girl, Julia," he said after sitting. "You didn't even clean off your face."
"I'm sorry, sir," she replied. "Do you want me to?"
"No, no, that's fine," he told her. "But, why didn't you?"
"I guess 'cause you didn't tell me to, sir," she said. "I didn't wanna show you no disrespect by doin' that either."
"Is that why you didn't dress even though I said you could if you wanted to?" he asked.
"I... thought you liked seein' me naked," she answered bashfully. "I like pleasin' you, sir."
"I can tell," said the professor, taking a bite of his sandwich. "You do a fine job of it, too."
"Thank you, sir," said the negro maid.
"Do you remember what you said when I asked you what you looked like, there in the mirror?" he asked.
"I looked like a nigger slut," she answered.
"Yes," said Professor Allen. "That was it. I used that same word myself to you without thinking. It can be a hurtful word. I shouldn't have said it. Especially not to such a sweet girl like you."
"But, I am a nigger, sir," Julia insisted. "You can call me nigger. I don't mind." She paused a moment. "I... like it, sir."
"You do?" he asked. "I know that the word is used in black street culture; perhaps as a way of taking the word back. Still, it can be hateful and racist."
"I know that," she said. "I hear black folks talkin' to each other; all 'nigger' this an' 'nigger' that. That doesn't mean anything to me. I know racists call black people niggers as a insult. I wouldn't like some racist callin' me a nigger."
"Then explain what you meant when you called yourself that," said the professor.
"I guess part of it is from that book I read, Savannah," explained the colored girl. "The white folks was callin' the slaves 'nigger' all the time. It wasn't really a insult to 'em. It was jus' how it was an' how they talked. I liked thinkin' 'bout that girl bein' that white man's nigger. I wanted to be a white man's nigger. Jus' a black girl who wanted to please him an' do whatever he wanted."
"Seein' my face all with your... you know... you cum all over it made me feel like a nigger. 'Cause only a nigger would take that from a white man an' like it. Hearin' you call me nigger..., well..., it made me feel like I was your nigger, sir. I guess it doesn't make too much sense...
"It makes perfect sense, Julia," said Professor Allen. "You have an interesting perspective on this. It's a rare perspective, to be sure. But, it isn't a unique one."
"I used to think I was the only one who thought like that," Julia went on. "But, I heard about other... black women... who felt the way I did. I even met a black man who liked seein' black women used like niggers by white men."
"An interesting phenomenon," said the professor. "I've heard of it myself."
Professor Allen finished his sandwich and focused his gaze on Julia, still standing naked next to the table. The white man's attention had the colored girl feeling self-conscious again and she quickly averted her eyes.
"Um..., do you want anythin' else, sir?" she asked.
"Yes, I do," he replied pushing back from the table. "Bend over the table."
"Yes, sir," blushed Julia.
As the professor stood up, the negro maid turned towards the kitchen table and bent over, resting her chest on it. Professor Allen came up behind Julia and, using his foot, nudged her legs further apart. She heard him unzip his pants and a moment later, felt his hard cock probing her crotch.
"Hold still, girl," he instructed her.
With a single thrust, Professor Allen pushed his cock into Julia's pussy. She was already well lubricated and he entered her easily.
"Tell me again what you are, Julia," he ordered.
"I'm a nigger slut, sir," she told him. "A nigger for white mens to use."
The professor began pounding into her so hard that it made the table rattle.
"You like being used?" he asked, his voice husky with lust.
"Yes, sir, I do, sir," she answered. "I wanna get used like a nigger animal, sir. I wanna get used like I was jus' somethin' for white mens to fuck. That's what I'm for, sir."
"You're a good nigger," he told her as he continued banging her.
"Thank you for sayin' that, sir," she replied. "I wanna be a good nigger for you, sir."
Professor Allen slammed his dick in and out of the negro's wet cunt harder and faster with each stroke. Julia could feel an orgasm building inside her and she could tell that the white man must be close, too. She decided that the respectful thing to do would be to ask for permission to cum.
Just as she was about to speak, the professor pulled his cock out of Julia's pussy. Startled, the negro maid simply remained in position, bent over the kitchen table. A second later she felt the warm splash of semen hit her on the ass. Two or three spurts later and it was over. The black girl's empty vagina was still twitching on the brink of an orgasm she wasn't going to get.
"Get on your knees and lick your slime off me, nigger," ordered Professor Allen.
Still a little dazed, Julia got back to her feet and turned around to face him. She lowered herself down until she was kneeling on the kitchen floor, the professor's dick in front of her face, shining with her own juices, a strand of semen hanging off of it. She could feel his cum dripping off her ass onto her feet.
Leaning forward, Julia took Professor Allen's wet dick between her lips and slurped it in. She gently sucked it clean, kissing the tip when she was finished.
"I see some jizz on the floor under you," observed the professor, zipping his fly. "Lick it up like a good nigger."
"Yes, sir," replied Julia in a small voice.
Looking down at the floor between her legs, Julia could see several shiny spots where the white man's semen had dripped onto the linoleum. She moved back and leaned forward on her hands and knees, positioning her face over the the creamy drops.
As Julia bent down and started licking the professor's sperm up off the floor, her face burned with humiliation. This was an incredibly degrading act, getting down on all fours and using her tongue to lick the floor after having her body used for the white man's sexual gratification. She'd been left frustrated on the brink of orgasm, and now, she had to clean up the cum she'd been denied. The arousal she felt at her debasement only served to shame her further.
When she licked up the last of the professor's semen from the kitchen floor, Julia returned to her knees and looked up at him.
"Good girl," he smiled as if praising a dog.
"Thank you, sir," she replied, bashfully.
"How was that?" he asked.
"Humiliating," she answered. "Very humiliating, sir."
"Then you must have liked it," the professor said cheerfully.
"Yes, sir," said the negro maid.
"Did you cum?" he asked, as if he didn't already know she hadn't.
"No, sir," she answered.
"That's too bad," he said. "Would you like to?"
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"All right," he allowed. "You can masturbate for me before you get back to work. You've got two minutes to get off."
"Right here?" she asked, mortified.
"Of course," he answered, smiling. "You better get to it."
"Yes, sir," she responded.
Putting her hand down between her legs, Julia started rubbing on her pussy. Kneeling on floor was an uncomfortable position for her to masturbate in and she doubted she'd be able to bring herself to orgasm.
"Feel free to lay down on the floor, girl," the professor told her. "You don't have to be shy with me."
"Yes, sir," replied Julia. "Thank you, sir."
Julia moved awkwardly onto her back and resumed working her pussy. She could feel the slick wetness of the professor's cum on her ass against the kitchen floor. It served as a reminder of just how much she'd debased herself already. That humiliation, in turn, helped fuel her arousal as she masturbated under Professor Allen's gaze.
"You like putting on a show for me, don't you, girl?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," she answered.
"You really are a nigger, that much is obvious to me now," observed the professor. "A slutty nigger animal. I tell you to strip, you strip. I tell you to kneel, you kneel. I tell you to suck, you suck. I tell you to fuck, you fuck. You take my cum in your face, and you leave it there. I cum on the floor, you lick it up like a dog."
The professor's words were degrading and demeaning, but also true. The way he was saying it was driving Julia towards her climax. She rubbed her pussy furiously.
"Yes, sir," she gasped. "I'm a slutty nigger animal, sir. I love doin' what you say, sir. I love your cum in my face. I love lickin' it up for you."
"You should see yourself," he told her. "Cum soaked nigger getting herself off on the floor. What a slut. What an animal. What a nigger."
Julia felt herself approaching the point of no return. She opened her eyes and looked up at Professor Allen standing over her as she masturbated.
"Can I cum, sir?" she asked. "Please, sir?"
"Go ahead, nigger," he said. "You can cum."
With the professor's permission, Julia let go and her orgasm hit her hard.
"Ah!" she cried. "Ah! Oh! Ahhh... Ohhh..."
Professor Allen stood over the climaxing colored girl, a smile on his face. Julia could see him watching her and although it embarrassed her, it also reminded her of her place, humbled on the kitchen floor putting on a slutty display for the master of the house's amusement. The thought of that kept her pussy jumping until her orgasm subsided.
"Good girl," he praised her, smiling down at her.
"Thank you, sir," she replied, bashfully.
Julia became more aware of her immediate surroundings as she calmed down. Here she was, laying on her back, naked on the kitchen floor. She could still feel the wetness of the professor's cum on her ass against the floor. The room reeked of pussy. It was embarrassing, but by the look on Professor Allen's face, he was quite pleased with her. Her legs still wobbly, the colored girl got up onto her knees right in front of where the white man was standing.
"Shouldn't you be paying your respects like a good nigger?" he asked.
"Yes sir..., sorry, sir," she apologized for her oversight.
Getting back down on her hands and knees, Julia moved her head down to Professor Allen's feet and kissed them, first one shoe and then the other. She looked up at him for an expression of approval and was rewarded with a smile. Her submissive side firmly in control, the negro maid bowed her head back down and kissed and licked the white man's feet again before returning to her knees.
"That's a good girl," he said warmly. "I'm impressed with how well trained you are. You're an excellent nigger."
"Thank you, sir," she replied. "I wanna be a good nigger for you."
"You're doing a fine job, Julia," he told her. "You seem to have left a little mess on the floor there. Go get the bucket and scrub brush and get it cleaned up."
"Yes, sir," said Julia.
Still wanting to humble herself before the professor, Julia got back down on her hands and knees and crawled across the kitchen floor towards the laundry room. Professor Allen beamed as he watched the naked negro maid going to fetch the cleaning equipment down on all fours.
Naturally, Julia had to stand when she got to the laundry room in order to fill the bucket. Once it was filled with soapy water, she carried it back to the kitchen. Professor Allen was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her.
Getting back down on her hands and knees, Julia proceeded to scrub the kitchen floor naked while Professor Allen sat and watched. When she was finished, he quietly got up and went back to his study. The colored girl put the cleaning items away and then did the dishes in the nude. The professor did stop by every now and then to watch his naked negro maid at work.
* * *
At four thirty, Missus Bee arrived in the van to take Julia back to Temp Maids. The colored maid hurried to the study and knocked on the open door.
"Excuse me, sir," she said. "My ride's here... Can I get dressed now?"
"Go ahead, Julia," replied Professor Allen, turning in his chair to look at her.
Julia dressed while the professor watched. She had to go faster than she would have liked since her ride was waiting in the driveway.
"I better go now, sir," she said after buttoning up her uniform dress.
"Okay," he said. "You did great today."
"Good bye, sir," said Julia. "An', thank you, sir. Thank you for usin' me so good."
"Oh, it was my pleasure, Julia." he smiled. "Bye for now."
Letting herself out the side door, Julia went to the van and climbed in. Syl and Tina were already there. Missus Bee backed out of driveway and headed down the street.
"You worked up a sweat today, girl!" exclaimed Syl. "The perfesser musta had you bustin' ass."
Julia was instantly embarrassed. She hadn't expected her scent to be so strong. She was relieved that Syl mistook it for sweat rather than what it was; the aroma of sex.
"Uh..., yeah...," said Julia. "I had to do the floor jus' before I left."
"Yeah, dat ol' perfesser sho' do love gittin' a girl down on da floor," said Syl. "I bet he watched da whole time."
"Yeah, he did," replied Julia. "It don't bother me."
"Dat white man's a perv," said Syl, "I'm tellin you, girl. I swear he gits off on watchin'. Like he was some kinda overseer watchin' da slaves workin'."
"I don't know 'bout that," Julia responded. "I like him fine. He seems nice to me."
* * *
Back in her dorm room that night, Julia lay in bed thinking about her experience with Professor Allen. She'd had a hunch that he might be the kind of white man who'd enjoy using her when she first heard about him that first day with Temp Maids. What kind of white man took such pleasure in watching black women perform physical labor so much that he'd just look on regardless of they might think of him? Just the kind she wanted to serve, she thought.
The matter of fact way the professor had taken charge of her and the objectifying way he used her was unlike most of the men Julia had been with. He was the closest thing to the plantation master in "Savannah" she'd met yet. She could easily imagine him sizing her up during the pre-auction inspection, bidding for her, buying her, taking her home, and using her like piece of human chattel she was. At the same time, he wasn't really mean. In fact, if anything, he was almost fatherly except for his strong sexual appetite for her.
Of course Julia understood that the whole slave master thing was a fantasy, and it was clear that the professor did, too. However, he had obviously given it a great deal of thought and had strong ideas of how it should be. She recalled that the regular maid's room was right on the same floor with him. Could it be that she was more than a housekeeper to him?
Julia imagined what it would be like keeping house for the professor while regularly sexually servicing him through the day. A man like that wouldn't hesitate to use her any time or any place. The live in maid would be available to him twenty four hours a day. Even in the middle of the night.
Imagining herself laying in her bed in the professor's house, Julia's hand drifted between her legs. Professor Allen had walked into her room in the middle of the night unannounced. He pulled back the covers to reveal his negro maid's naked body, ready and available for use.
He would simply slip off his robe and climb between her legs. As was his desire, Julia imagined, she wouldn't speak or even move. He wouldn't even know if she was awake or not. Nor would he care. All that mattered was that she had a nice warm moist place for him to put his cock in and relieve his sexual desires. She was nothing more than something to fuck.
When he was through, he'd just get up and walk out leaving her laying there in her bed, defiled and used. Julia imagined herself in her fantasy as she was right now; used sexually, but in need of some relief herself.
Happily that relief was almost upon her as Julia continued to vigorously rub her pussy. She switched the scene to the memory of being bent over the kitchen table with Professor Allen slamming his dick into her over and over again.
"I'm a nigger slut, sir," she whispered aloud in response to his imagined question. "Fuck me, sir. Use me. I'm your nigger slut, sir."
Julia came as she imagined what it would feel like to have the professor shoot his load inside her. It would be her reward for serving him so well, she thought.
"Good girl," he was saying in her mind. "Good nigger."
Exhausted, Julia fell asleep with her hand still between her legs, trying to imagine what would happen tomorrow.
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