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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
It was past four in the afternoon when the phone rang. Julia was vacuuming the living room, and by the time she turned off the vacuum cleaner, it stopped. Betty must have answered it, she thought. Before the colored girl started vacuuming again, the older maid walked into the room.
"The perfesser was jus' callin'," Betty told Julia. "He says he gonna be back in a hour an' I gotta get makin' his supper so it'll be ready 'fore he gets home."
"I'll do that," said Julia. "Professor Allen said you're still on vacation an' for me to take care of things."
"All right," said Betty. "But, ain't it 'bout time fo' that van from the maid service to come fo' you?"
"I'll call 'em an' tell 'em I'll get my own ride home," said Julia.
* * *
It was about time for Professor Allen to return when Betty came to find Julia in the kitchen. She'd finished cooking and was leaving the food so that it would stay warm until they were ready to eat.
"I best be gettin' ready to greet the perfesser, Julia," said Betty. "It's been too long since I been here when he got home an' I know he loves seein' me waitin' for him. If you want to, you can wait wit' me, but you ain't got to."
Julia was a little puzzled about why Betty would think she wouldn't go with her.
"Sure, I'll wait with you," replied Julia.
"When I say I's greetin' the perfesser, I mean greet him proper," explained Betty. "When he comes home, it's to a clean house, good food, an' his nigga ready fo' use. Like I was tellin' you before, I wait fo' him naked an' on my knees, showin' him what's his."
"You want me to wait for him like that?" asked Julia. "I mean, you've been away for so long... Don't you want to be alone with him?"
"It ain't like that, chil'," answered Betty. "I ain't his wife or his girlfriend. I's his nigga an' I want him enjoyin' hisself. If he's gonna enjoy usin' a nigga like you 'long wit' me, then that's what I want."
Julia imagined herself kneeling naked on the floor along side Betty waiting for Professor Allen to return and use them both. It made her pussy twitch.
"If you don't mind then, yes, I'd like that," said Julia.
"'fore you say yes, I better tell you how I ain't know what he's gonna wanna be doin' wit' us," said Betty. "What I do know is whatever it is he wants, he's gonna be gettin'. If you stay, you gonna do like he says an' do it right away. You got that?"
"Yes," agreed Julia. "You don't gotta worry 'bout that."
"Good girl," smiled Betty. "I figured you would, but I had to ask. I want everythin' perfect fo' him."
* * *
Dinner was ready so Julia set it to stay warm and went to find Betty in the living room. Professor Allen would be home shortly and she knew it was time to start getting prepared for his arrival.
"Get yo' clothes off, girl," said Betty. "You can put 'em on this chair. The perfesser's gonna be here soon so make it quick."
"We're not waiting in the kitchen?" asked Julia.
"No," answered Betty. "We is waitin' right inside the front door where he comes in so he can see us right away."
Unbuttoning her maid's uniform, Julia slipped it off and lay it in the chair Betty had indicated. The colored maid stood with her hands on her hips as if she were supervising the young negress. It felt strange to be stripping while another black woman watched. She couldn't help but be a little hesitant.
"Hurry it up, chil'," Betty urged her on. "You is takin' too long. I gotta get you ready 'fore I can get started myself."
"Sorry...," said Julia in a small voice.
Betty stepped around behind her and unhooked her bra. Julia pulled it off and tossed it on top of her dress. Finally, she pulled her panties down and stood there, naked, in the professor's living room. The big black woman stepped back in front of her and slowly looked her over.
"I see you keep yo' bush shaved," observed Betty. "I know the perfesser musta liked that. He loves seein' a nigga's bare coochie. You gotta a nice pair o' titties, too. Kinda saggy. Jus' the way he likes 'em. Says they make him think o' cow udders."
"Uh..., thanks," Julia responded.
"Now, get down on yo' knees, girl," Betty instructed her. "An' keep them legs spread wide so's the perfesser can see yo' stuff proper."
Julia knelt on the floor with her legs as far apart as she could. She looked up at Betty for a sign of approval.
"Oh, I can see why he likes you so much, Julia," smiled Betty. "I bet his dick stands straight up seein' you lookin' up at him with them eyes an' all yo' stuff hangin' out. All right, put yo' hands behind yo' head an' keep yo' elbows back. Stick them titties right out like you's beggin' fo' him to touch 'em."
Thrusting her chest out, Julia did as Betty directed. The colored girl was very familiar with this pose and knew how to do it. She laced her fingers behind her head moved her elbows back as far as she could.
"Good girl," said Betty, still smiling. "You ain't no stranger to showin' yo' stuff off, is you? Okay, you ain't gotta stay like that 'til he come home, so jus' relax fo' now. But, when you hear the door openin', get back in position. Got it?"
"Yes, I got it," replied Julia.
The big black woman quickly and unabashedly began stripping off the clothing she wearing as Julia looked on. As Betty removed her bra, her enormous breasts flopped out. The young colored girl was amazed at how large and thick her dark nipples were. When the older negress leaned over to pull her panties down, her tits hung down, swinging back and forth with her motion. If the professor liked saggy breasts, it was certain that he loved hers.
Julia couldn't help but peek between Betty's legs and wasn't surprised to see a cleanly shaved pussy since she'd said how the professor liked it that way. Given the way the older woman's hair was cropped so short, the colored girl was pretty sure he must like that, too. It was clear that the big black maid was serious about doing everything exactly as Professor Allen wanted.
Betty got down on her knees beside Julia, parting her legs wide enough to expose her hairless slit. The colored girl couldn't help but feel a little aroused at the older woman's raw sexuality combined with her devotion to the professor.
"One mo' thing," said Betty once she'd settled onto her knees. "I always greet the perfesser wit' my mouf open wide to show him how's I's available fo' his pleasure. I does it like this..."
Turning towards Julia, Betty opened her mouth wide and layed her tongue on her bottom lip. The young negro girl was familiar with presenting her mouth to a white man this way. It was at once humiliating and arousing. Once again, she was struck by how the big black woman looked holding her mouth open, offering it up for use. It was as if her face was transformed into a sexual organ.
Casting her eyes down, Julia opened her mouth pushed her tongue out in the same way as Betty. Doing this for another black woman was embarrassing, even though it was just as a demonstration.
"You is jus' adorable, chil'!" exclaimed Betty happily. "The perfesser's jus' gonna love you like that, keepin' you eyes down so sweet while you got yo' mouf hangin' open fo' him. Even if I ain't talked to you none, I knows you's a nigga jus' by lookin' at you now."
"Thank you," blushed Julia.
"I's jus' sayin' the truth," smiled Betty.
Just then, footsteps could be heard on the porch outside the front door. Betty immediately sat up on her knees and put her hands behind her head. She waited with her mouth open wide and her eyes downcast. Julia pussy tingled as she followed suit and waited in the same position. The doorknob turned and the door opened up. Professor Allen walked in and shut the door.
"Well, don't you both look wonderful!" he smiled. "I love coming home and finding two niggers waiting and ready for use."
Julia wasn't sure how to respond, but since Betty said nothing, she remained silent as well. Professor Allen stepped in front of the two naked negro women and reached down, putting his hand on Betty's head. After a moment, he put his hand in front of the black maid's face. She responded by moving her head closer and started to lick his hand like a dog greeting its master.
Professor Allen put his other hand on Julia's head and stroked her hair for a few moments. He then moved it in front of the young black woman's face. She knew what was expected of her, so she leaned forward a little and licked his hand as Betty was doing. Her pussy tingled the entire time.
After a minute of having the two negro women lick his hands, Professor Allen unzipped his fly and took out his cock. He was fully erect. Turning towards Betty, the white man took her head in his hands and unceremoniously stuck his hard dick in her open mouth. Julia was surprised to see him push the entire length of his erection into the black woman's face until his balls were resting on her chin. She made soft slurping noises, but didn't gag or choke.
Julia watched in amazement as Professor Allen proceeded to face fuck Betty as if her mouth was a vagina. Her cheeks puffed out and his balls bounced off her chin. Through the entire act, the big black woman remained kneeling in place at her master's feet, her hands behind her head, her elbows straight back.
The young colored girl felt a little envious of the older woman's abilities and the white man's obvious desire for her. Julia couldn't help but wonder how Betty did it and how it would feel to be used in such a manner.
Professor Allen continued to pump his dick in and out of Betty's mouth for a few minutes before he pressed her face to his crotch. The white man grunted as he ejaculated deep into his negro maid's throat. When he withdrew from her ravaged mouth, there was no sign of semen beyond a thin clear strand of liquid from the tip of his dick to her thick lower lip.
After wiping his cock off on the big black woman's forehead, he slipped it into his pants and zipped up. He cleared his throat and started to walk past the two kneeling colored women towards the stairs.
"I'll be back down for dinner shortly," he said.
"Yes, sir, boss," rasped Betty.
Waiting for the professor to reach the top of the stairs, Julia lowered her arms. Her shoulders ached a little from holding the display pose for so long. She could only imagine how Betty must be feeling given how her master had treated her after her having been away for so long.
"Don't feel bad he ain't use you, chil'," said Betty, rising from her knees. "I is his personal nigga after all. Ain't nobody take care o' the perfesser's needs like I do. You ain't gotta worry. You be gettin' yo' turn later."
The colored girl wasn't certain, but she detected an air of smugness from the big black woman. Betty wasn't embarrassed at the degrading use she'd just suffered. If anything, thought Julia, she was proud of it. Proud that her master had chosen her over the new young negro girl, Betty was actually trying to console Julia.
* * *
Dinner had proved to be an interesting experience for Julia. She hadn't sure if they'd all be dining together, but apparently the professor didn't mind eating along with his servants. However, the two negro women's status was made apparent by their continuing nudity. Professor Allen made no effort to conceal his enjoyment of his maids' naked bodies as he ate the meal they'd prepared for him.
"For now, I've got some work to do," announced Professor Allen, pushing back from the table. "But, bring the girl to me at ten o'clock."
"Yes, sir, boss," replied Betty. "She be ready fo' you then, Massa."
"Excellent," said the professor.
Professor Allen walked out of the room towards his study. Julia was trying to convince herself that she'd heard Betty's words correctly. Had she actually called the professor "Massa"?
"Come on now, girl," said Betty, turning towards Julia. "Let's get them dishes done so I can get you ready fo' the perfesser."
Somehow the notion of being prepared for the professor had Julia's pussy tingling. That, and hearing Betty address him as Massa had the colored girl thinking back to a chapter from "Savannah", the slave girl novel she'd found in her mother's closet. In it, the virginal teenaged heroine had been prepared for her owner's use by an older slave woman. The young negress had masturbated to that scene many times.
"What do you mean by gettin' me ready?" asked Julia. "We're already... um... naked."
"I gots to get you washed up good an' get yo' hair combed nice," answered Betty. "I wants you perfect fo' him. You ain't gotta problem wit' that, do you, girl?"
Julia blushed thinking of how close this was to the story that had fueled her imagination during high school and right up until now. Usually as she began masturbating, she'd imagine herself getting this kind of treatment from the older slave women before being presented to the master. Looking at Betty sitting there at the kitchen table, she saw her as another character in her own slave girl fantasy.
"Uh, no, I ain't got no problem with that," replied Julia, her face flushed and her pussy tingling.
"I ain't think so," smiled Betty. "The perfesser tol' me 'bout how you liked thinkin' 'bout bein' a ol' time nigga slave girl. He tol' me 'bout how wet you got when he was inspectin' you like a animal."
"I..., uh....," stammered Julia.
"You ain't gotta get embarrassed 'bout it, chil'," laughed Betty. "I knows you can't help it 'cause I's the same way. Don't you like the idea of havin' me get you ready fo' the perfesser like you was some new bed wench fo' Massa?"
"I do like it," said Julia. "I jus' never done anything like this..."
"You ain't gotta worry 'bout that," said Betty. "Fact is, if you all nervous an' bashful 'bout it, he's gonna love it. Okay?"
Julia's mind raced as she imagined what it would be like to actually play out this scene that she'd only ever imagined before. Her pussy was buzzing.
"Uh huh," replied Julia, somewhat breathlessly.
"Oh, you gonna be fine, girl," mused Betty. "I can tell."
* * *
At nine thirty, Professor Allen was still in his study working. Betty and Julia headed upstairs to the bathroom. The older woman shut the door behind her and sat on the edge of the tub.
"Come here where I can check you out, girl," instructed Betty. "Massa likes his niggas nice an' smooth. Squat down so I can check yo' coochie."
Bashfully, Julia slowly squatted, parting her thighs. Betty reached her hand out and ran her fingertips over the young negress's pubic mound.
"You done a good job," Betty observed. "Ain't scratchy or nothin'. Ain't even a shadow. You mus' shave it regular."
"Uh huh," said Julia. "Guys like how it looks an' I like how it feels."
"Oh, it's real pretty like this," said Betty.
Letting her hand slide down, Betty reached between Julia's legs and ran her fingers over her labia. The colored girl shuddered and felt her pussy react to the older woman's touch.
"You is all wet an' ready, ain't you?" smiled Betty.
"Uh huh," breathed Julia.
"We better get you in the shower," said Betty.
The big black woman reached over to the faucet and turned the water on.
"Get in," she instructed.
Julia stepped into the tub and felt the warm water splash down on her. Betty soaped up a washcloth and slowly rubbed it over the colored girl's body. She paid special attention to her crotch, making sure her pussy and asshole were clean.
The sensation of the warm washcloth on her sensitive parts was quite pleasurable and Julia started humping against it.
"Feels good, don't it?" smiled Betty.
"Sorry!" exclaimed Julia, mortified at what her body was doing.
"Don't be sorry, sweetie," said Betty. "You can't help it. It's how we niggas is. Massa's jus' gonna love you. Time to rinse you off."
Once she was finished rinsing the soap off of herself, Julia stepped out of the shower. Betty dried her off with a towel. Afterwards, the two naked negro women walked down the hallway to the back bedroom.
"This is my room," said Betty. "I don't sleep here too much, though. Go 'head an' sit down."
Finding a chair, Julia sat down. Betty stepped behind her with a hair brush and proceed to brush the young black woman's hair.
"If I had mo' time, I'd braid it up fo' him," said Betty. "Fo' now, I'll jus' do it up in two ponytails. Ain't much like no nigga slave be wearin' her hair, but I know Massa likes seein' it this way."
Looking in the mirror, Julia could see that the way Betty had done her hair made her look more like a young teenager than the twenty year old woman she was.
"Back in the ol' slave days, it'd be the main house nigga's job to get the new girl ready fo' Massa's use," said Betty. "Just like I is now."
Julia had been thinking the same thing. Even though Professor Allen had already used her and enjoyed her body, the colored girl was getting caught up in the fantasy and started feeling nervous about being presented to him as if it were to be the first time.
"It's time, chil'," said Betty. "Let's go. Massa's waitin' on you."
Slowly rising to her feet, Julia felt butterflies in her stomach.
"Now, all you gots to do is smile pretty, do like you tol', an' say "yes, sir, boss" an' "yes, Massa", an' you be fine. Got that?" asked Betty.
"Yes...," answered Julia nervously.
"You is really gettin' into it, ain't you?" smiled Betty. "Good girl. You keep it up an' it's gonna be perfect fo' him."
Julia and Betty walked out of the room and down the hallway to the master bedroom. Betty knocked on the door.
"I fetched the new nigga fo' you, boss," she said to the closed door.
"Bring her in," came the professor's reply from inside.
Betty opened the door and the two negro women entered the room. Professor Allen was standing near the king sized bed dressed in a bathrobe.
"Ah, Betty, you've done a fine job on her," said the professor. "She's even more attractive than when she first caught my eye."
"Thank you, Massa," blushed Betty. "I tries real hard."
"Good girl," smiled Professor Allen. "I know you do."
Betty smiled happily at the professor's words of praise. It struck Julia that despite the fact they were all playing out a collective fantasy, the big black woman's reaction was genuine. She seemed to be positively glowing from the simple "good girl" bestowed upon her by Professor Allen. Somehow, that made the scene even more real to the young negress increasing her level of excitement.
"Show yo'se'f off fo' the man, chil'," Betty instructed Julia. "You know how to do it. Give him a good look at what he be gettin'."
Julia raised her arms and put her hands behind her head, lacing her fingers together. She moved her feet a shoulder's width apart. Bowing her head, partly out of respect and partly out of embarrassment, she stood naked before the professor and waited for him to do as he would with her.
"Open that mouf up," directed Betty. "An' spread them legs some mo'. Show yo' stuff off proper. What you got belongs to him. Don't you forget it."
Quickly, Julia opened her mouth, laying her tongue on her lower lip. She moved her feet as far apart as she could and still keep her balance.
"I's sorry, boss," Betty apologized. "This nigga still learnin'."
"I understand, Betty," said Professor Allen kindly. "I'm sure you'll teach her well."
Professor Allen stepped up to Julia and put his hand on the side of her face. Gently, he ran a finger over her thick lips before moving his hand down to touch her bare breasts. The colored girl's nipples hardened at his touch.
"Nice udders," remarked the professor.
"You right 'bout that, Massa," said Betty. "Once she's knocked up an' full o' milk they be even nicer."
"Yes," agreed Professor Allen. "That they will. I understand this nigga is a virgin. Is that right?"
"Yes, sir, boss," replied Betty. "Tell him, chil'."
Seeing as how Professor Allen had had sex with her the previous day, Julia understood that this was part of the fantasy.
"Yes, Massa," said Julia in a soft voice. "I's a virgin. Ain't never had no man inside me."
Professor Allen smiled. Julia could see his erection through the material of his bathrobe and knew he was enjoying the scene immensely. The white man moved his hand down to the colored girl's crotch and pushed it between her legs, cupping her vagina.
"Nice soft cunt," observed the professor, pressing his hand firmly against Julia's pussy.
"Ain't it, boss?" said Betty. "When I's washin' her jus' now, I was thinkin' how sof' it was. I knowed you was gonna like it. Bet she's nice an' tight fo' you, too, Massa."
"I'll know that soon enough," smiled Professor Allen. "First, I want a closer look at her holes."
Withdrawing his hand, the professor kept his eyes on the naked negro girl as he sat down on the edge of his bed. Julia missed the physical contact immediately.
"Turn 'round an' bend over, girl," instructed Betty. "Time to show Massa yo' holes like a good nigga. Keep them legs apart so he can get a good look."
Julia moved to face away from where Professor Allen was sitting while still close enough for him to touch her. She bent over and waited to be inspected.
"Let me hol' her open fo' you, boss," offered Betty.
The big black woman stepped around beside Julia's bent form. The colored girl felt Betty's hands on her ass as she spread her cheeks. Her face burned with humiliation.
"Can you see everythin' good, sir?" asked Betty.
"Yes, Betty," answered Professor Allen. "I can see everything just fine, thank you."
Julia shuddered as she felt the professor's finger trace a line down the crack of her ass, across her anus, and finally along her vagina.
"This nigger's in heat," observed Professor Allen. "See the cream on her cunt?"
"I sho' do, boss," replied Betty. "I knows that's fresh 'cause I jus' done washed her up fo' you. She gonna be a good bed wench fo' you, Massa. Real good."
The shame of having her arousal not only noticed but commented on in such a matter of fact manner left Julia mortified. It also left her even more aroused and embarrassed.
"Well, let's find out," said Professor Allen. "Stand up and face me, girl."
Straightening up, Julia turned around. She watched as the professor stood and slipped off his robe. He was naked and his cock was standing straight. After a moment he lay on his back on the bed.
"Climb on up, chil'," instructed Betty. "Go sit up on Massa's lap like a good nigga."
Betty helped Julia get up on the bed. The colored girl straddled the white man so that his hard cock was pressed up against her pussy.
"Stick it in her, Betty," ordered the professor.
"Yes, sir, boss," replied the older negress.
Betty climbed up on the bed and knelt next to Julia.
"Get yo' ass up, girl," directed Betty.
Julia raised herself up. Betty reached over, and taking hold of Professor Allen's cock, guided it to the colored girl's pussy.
"All right, chil'," said Betty. "Ease on back down. Massa's gonna make you a woman now."
Slowly, Julia lowered herself down. She could feel Professor Allen's dick impaling her. She saw both his and Betty's eyes upon her and she felt instantly embarrassed even as she continued taking more and more of his length inside her. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. Still, feeling her pussy filled was satisfying after so much anticipation.
"You is a lucky nigga, havin' Massa's cock all up inside you," Betty told her, moving her hand away. "Real lucky. Don't it feel good? Go on an' tell him."
"It feels good, Massa," said Julia in a small voice.
"Now go 'head an' move up an' down on it," instructed Betty. "Start off nice an' slow. Go up 'til it's 'bout to come out an' then down 'til it's all the way up in you. Un'erstan'?"
"Uh huh," said Julia.
"That's a good girl," Betty praised her. "Massa's jus' gonna lay back an' enjoy it. Niggas gots to do all the work."
Julia did as she'd been told, moving herself up and down on Professor Allen's dick. The white man looked up at her, watching her slowly hump him. She felt like she was slowly jerking him off with her pussy. It was clearly just for his pleasure, not hers, even though she was enjoying it herself.
"Is she doin' it right, boss?" asked Betty. "Is this nigga doin' a good job fo' you?"
"She's doing just fine, Betty," answered Professor Allen. "She's a natural nigger. Born to fuck."
"Massa's payin' you a compliment, girl," Betty told Julia. "Thank yo' owner proper like."
Sweat was dripping off of Julia's face as she continued humping Professor Allen's cock.
"Thank you, Massa," Julia spoke, her voice strained from the exertion. "I's glad you sayin' nice things 'bout me."
"It's the truth, girl," said Professor Allen. "Go faster, I'm about done."
"Yes, sir, boss," replied Julia.
Julia sped up her movements until she was just about bouncing up and down on the white man's dick. Although getting close to orgasm herself, she contracted her vaginal muscles to make herself tighter and give the professor as much pleasure as she could. She was quickly rewarded with a strong blast of warm liquid in her pussy. Professor Allen grunted as he ejaculated in the negro's vagina. The colored girl felt him relax and his cock soften inside her. She was just shy of cumming herself, but pleasing him was more than enough to satisfy her.
"I knowed you liked that, boss!" exclaimed Betty happily. "Ain't she a good little nigga girl?"
"Yeah," agreed the professor. "I may want her again later, so clean her up now."
"Yes, sir, boss," said Betty.
Betty helped Julia dismount. The professor's cock slipped out of her cunt, slick with her juices. Semen oozed out from between her lips.
"On your back, chil'," directed Betty.
Still a little dazed, Julia lay on her back next to the professor. Betty moved down the bed until she was kneeling between the young negress's legs. Bending down, the big black woman started lapping up the mess leaking out of Julia's pussy. Immediately, the colored girl felt her orgasm building again causing her to moan.
"She's close, Betty," remarked Professor Allen. "Finish her off."
"Yes, boss," replied Betty, briefly moving her face away from Julia's crotch.
The big black woman went back to licking the colored girl's pussy, flicking her clit with her soft warm tongue. Julia instinctively humped back at the source of pleasure. Betty stuck her tongue up into the younger woman's vagina. It was all she could take.
"Can I cum, boss?" asked Julia. "Please, Massa? I can't hold back for long..."
"Yes, nigger," said the professor warmly. "You may."
"Thank you, Massa...," gasped Julia. "Oh... Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Julia came long and hard as Betty continued to lick and suck on her pussy.
"Thank you, sir...," murmured Julia, her eyes half open. "Thank you..."
At last it was over. Julia's chest heaved as she recovered from her orgasm. Betty sat up, her face glistening.
"Can I clean yo' cock off, boss?" Betty asked sweetly. "Please, Massa?"
"Well, I was going to have the new nigger do it, but I can't say no to you when you ask so nicely, Betty," allowed the professor. "You're such a good nigger. Go ahead and lick her mess off me."
"Thank you, boss," said Betty with a smile.
Julia watched as Betty got over between Professor Allen's legs and moving her head down to his crotch, slurped his cum slickened flaccid penis between her thick negro lips. The colored girl found herself a little jealous of the big black woman. She'd always been the one to lick the mix of semen and her own juices off of the cock of a man who'd just used her. She liked the feeling of complete submission the act gave her and loved the praise she often received.
Betty continued to suck and lick Professor Allen's cock. She even slurped up the globs of thick liquid from his graying pubic hairs and off his balls. When she finished, she sat back up and smiled at him, her face streaked with cum.
"Good girl, Betty," he told her. "Give the new girl a taste, too."
"Get on up here, chil'," Betty told her.
Julia sat up on the bed before getting up on her knees. She had an idea what the professor had in mind and she wasn't going to disappoint him. Betty put her hands on Julia's shoulders before leaning forward and pressing her cum coated lips to hers. No sooner had their lips touched that the big black woman pushed her tongue into the colored girl's mouth. Julia could taste herself mixed with Professor Allen's semen.
Having Betty kiss her like this was more than a little embarrassing. Although Julia had been kissed by two other women before, they were both white ladies that she'd wanted to please. Nevertheless, she knew that Professor Allen must be pleased to see this so she figured it wasn't really that different.
"Well, Betty, I have to say that Julia is quite promising," said the professor. "She's definitely well suited as a bed wench."
"Yes, sir, boss," agreed Betty. "She sho' is."
"Thank you, sir," blushed Julia. "I'm glad you think so."
"Well, I should get to sleep, girls," said the professor. "I can have Betty call you a taxi to take you home, Julia."
Julia felt a little disappointed that it was over for the night. She'd finally gotten the chance to play out a scene she'd fantasized about for the last few years and it was even more arousing than she'd imagined it would be. It was unfortunate to have reality intrude. Professor Allen saw the colored girl's expression and thought for a moment.
"Of course, you're welcome to stay here for the night, too," he offered. "There's plenty of room for all three of us."
"I don't want to intrude on you," said Julia. "Betty just came back home and you probably want to be alone."
"You wouldn't be intruding," replied Professor Allen. "I wouldn't suggest you stay if we didn't want you to."
"Okay," said Julia, bashfully. "I'd like that, sir."
"Excellent," smiled the professor. "It's settled. Betty, turn down the bed."
Professor Allen got up and put his robe on before walking out the room. The sounds of him brushing his teeth could be heard. Betty and Julia got down from the bed. The colored girl watched as the big black woman pulled the sheets back.
"We're all sleepin' here... together?" asked Julia.
"Huh?" responded Betty. "How else we gonna sleep?"
"I dunno," said Julia.
"It ain't a problem fo' you, is it?" Betty wanted to know.
"Oh, no, not at all," Julia was quick to answer.
"Well, then," said Betty. "Get on in the bed. Massa gonna sleep in the middle so he's got a nigga on each side."
"'kay," replied Julia.
Julia had just climbed into the bed when Professor Allen returned. He took off his robe and lay down next to her. Betty got in after him and turned off the light. After a couple minutes, the colored girl realized the professor was asleep. A minute later she could hear soft snoring coming from Betty. This was a different situation for the young negress, but she found it quite pleasant. Soon, she was asleep as well.
* * *
It was still dark and she was still sleeping when Julia became aware of being rolled from her side onto her back. It took a second for her to remember where she was, in bed with Professor Allen and Betty. It took another second for her to realize it was the professor who'd rolled her over and was now getting on top of her, pushing her legs apart as he did so. She could feel his cock poking her in the crotch and knew that he was about to enter her.
Julia had often imagined being taken in her sleep and now that was about to be made a reality. In her fantasy, she'd always just lay there and take it, never letting on that she was awake. Now that it was really happening, she decided to do the same thing. After all, if the professor had wanted her to wake up, he'd have explicitly done so. Since he hadn't, he must have just wanted to quietly use her body. The colored girl wasn't about to intrude on the white man's privacy.
The suddenness had caught Julia by surprise and her body wasn't prepared. Professor Allen had to push with extra force to penetrate the negro girl's unlubricated vagina. Being dry fucked like that made her wince, but she was sure he couldn't tell in the dark. She lay still and let the white man have his way with her, taking the pain silently. After a few strokes, her pussy was soaked and the white man's cock slid in and out of her easily.
Without warning, the professor pushed his dick in as far as he could and grunted. Half a second later, Julia felt him release inside her. After three or four squirts, he withdrew himself and got off of her, laying on his back. The black girl remained still, pretending to be asleep even though there was no way anyone could expect her to not wake up after being fucked that way.
Julia heard a soft, wet, slurping sound and it took a moment for her to realize that Betty must be cleaning the professor's cock off with her mouth. Again, she felt pangs of envy that she wasn't the one doing it. On the other hand, she felt happy that he'd chosen to use her pussy to take his pleasure there in middle of the night.
Soon enough, after a little movement on the other side of the bed, Julia heard the sounds of sleep once more. It was over except for the feeling of soreness between her legs along with the wet spot under her ass. The colored girl could see how easy it would be to get used to living this way.
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