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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
Light was streaming in the window when Julia woke up. Moving around reminded her of having been dry fucked overnight. Her pussy was quite tender. The memory made it tingle. Turning her head, she noticed that she was alone in the professor's big king sized bed. Professor Allen and Betty were nowhere to be seen. Climbing out of the bed, she saw it was almost eight o'clock.
Julia called in to Temp Maids to tell them she wouldn't be needing a ride this morning. Since she'd been left alone, she decided to get ready for the day and headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up.
After her shower, Julia came back out into the hallway and started towards the stairs to go down and see where the professor and Betty had gone. It was then that she heard a voice coming out of the big black woman's room. The door was ajar and she couldn't resist taking a peek inside.
At first all she could see was the professor's back. He was standing there in his bathrobe facing the bed. As he took a step closer to the bed, Julia saw Betty standing bent over the bed, resting her head on the mattress, as if she was offering her fat black ass up to the white man. Her legs were far enough apart that she could see the older woman's pussy peeking out from between her thighs.
It was then that Julia noticed the marks on Betty's ass. Straight red lines. She also noticed that Professor Allen was holding a doubled over leather belt in his hand. Clearly, the white man had been using it on his negro maid. The colored girl wondered what she'd done to deserve such harsh treatment. She knew she shouldn't stay there in the doorway, but she couldn't turn away.
"Ain't you gonna fuck yo' nigga, boss?" asked Betty in a husky voice.
"I'm not done warming you up yet," replied Professor Allen.
The white man raised his arm and brought the belt down on the negro maid's fat ass.
Whap!
Julia saw a new welt raised on Betty's backside. The professor reared back to deliver another blow.
Whap!
Betty grunted in response to the belt smacking her ass. Professor Allen let her have another.
Whap!
"Ow!" yelped Betty. "You got my cunt hole, boss."
A red line appeared on Betty's thigh.
"Yeah?" responded the professor. "Want another one?"
"Yes, sir, boss," said Betty. "I wants another one right on my cunt hole."
Whap!
"Ow!" Betty cried out. "Thank you, boss!"
"You all warmed up and ready now, nigger?" asked Professor Allen.
"Yes, Massa," answered Betty. "I's ready fo' use."
"Excellent," said the professor.
Stepping up behind Betty, Professor Allen opened his robe. Julia watched wide eyed as he prepared to enter the big black woman.
"Ohhh, Massa...," said Betty. "You all up in my beat cunt hole..."
"That's right, nigger," said the professor. "That's where you want it, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir, boss," Betty replied. "I needs you up in there hurtin' my beat cunt hole. Do me hard, boss. Please, boss. I's beggin' you. Make it hurt."
Julia looked on as Professor Allen fucked Betty hard. The big black woman just stood there, bent over her bed, as the professor slammed in and out of her.
"It's hurtin' bad, Massa," whimpered Betty. "Please, boss... Go harder. I need it, boss."
Professor Allen pounded Betty's ass so hard Julia could see her flesh jiggle with each thrust. The big black woman moaned and grunted.
"I's close, boss," gasped Betty. "Please let me cum, Massa. Please, boss."
"Cum, nigger," said Professor Allen. "Now."
"Ahhh!" Betty cried out. "Oh, Massa! Ahhh! I's cummin' hard fo' you, boss. Thank you, sir... Thank you..."
Half a minute later, the professor groaned and released into the negro maid's vagina.
"Thank you, boss," Betty was saying. "You cummin' in my beat cunt hole! You too good to yo' nigga, boss!"
Stepping back from Betty's bent over form, Professor Allen tied the sash of his bathrobe. He tossed the belt down on the bed next to where the big black woman was resting her head.
"I'll be ready for breakfast in fifteen minutes," he told her.
Quickly, Julia stepped back from the doorway and retreated to the master bedroom. Professor Allen went straight from Betty's room into the bathroom. Despite her initial shock at the brutality of the scene, the colored girl found herself very aroused. The big black maid had clearly enjoyed the treatment she'd received and the younger woman wondered what it would be like to experience it herself.
As soon as she heard the bathroom door close, Julia ventured back out into the hallway and went towards Betty's room. The door was wide open and the big black woman was still bent over the bed with her welted ass in the air. The professor's semen leaking out of her swollen pussy and running down the inside of her thigh.
"That you, chil'?" Betty called out. "I can hear you at the door. Come on in."
Julia timidly entered the bedroom as Betty stood up. Her face was beaded with sweat. The room reeked of sex.
"Are you okay?" asked Julia.
"Okay?" laughed Betty. "I's more 'n okay."
"Doesn't it hurt?" Julia asked. "Your... ass is all marked up."
"Oh, yeah, it hurts good," smiled Betty, reaching behind herself and running her hands over the welts on her ass. "I's gonna be feelin' that fo' a time. Look, I got to get the perfesser's breakfast ready fo' him so come on downstairs wit' me."
Betty started down the stairs without getting dressed first. Julia went with her and walked past the chair where her maid's uniform remained from last night. If the big negro woman was going to remain naked, then so would she.
"You jus' sit down there," instructed Betty as they entered the kitchen. "I'll take care gettin' it ready."
Julia sat down at the kitchen table while Betty got breakfast cooking.
"We gonna eat after the perfesser's gone," said Betty. "So you ain't gotta sit at the table. Move the chair out so's he can see you proper while he's havin' his breakfast. Keep yo' legs open so he can see everythin'."
"Okay," replied Julia.
Julia pushed the chair away from the table and sat back down. She felt like she was on display in the middle of the kitchen. About the time Betty had finished preparing the meal, Professor Allen came down for breakfast. He smiled approvingly at the way the colored girl was sitting, making sure that all her charms were available for his perusal. He sat at the table and let his eyes roam over her naked brown body as she sat there, blushing self-consciously.
Betty served Professor Allen his breakfast. Then, she pulled out a chair to sit on. The professor ate while enjoying the view of the two naked negro maids sitting in front of him. He got up from the table as soon as he was finished. The big black woman stood immediately, Julia got on her feet, as well.
"That was delicious, Betty," he said. "Too bad I can't stay."
"Thank you, sir," said Betty.
The professor stepped in front of Julia and let his hand drift to her bare breasts, gently running his fingers over them and hardening her nipples. The colored girl cast her eyes down as the white man enjoyed the feel of her naked body.
"I'll be back before it's time for you to leave, Julia," he said.
"I'd like that, sir," said Julia.
Meanwhile, Betty had assumed the display position; hands behind head, legs apart, mouth open. This must be how she always sees her master off, thought Julia. The colored girl quickly followed suit. Professor Allen rewarded her by reaching between her legs running a finger up her slit, causing her legs to tremble.
Turning to Betty, the professor reached out with both hands, placing them on the big negro maid's huge saggy breasts. Julia was surprised to see him take hold of the older woman's nipples and lift her long tits so high that they stretched. Betty winced in pain, but remained in position, even managing to keep her tongue laying on the lower lip of her open mouth.
"It's good to have you back, Betty," said the professor huskily. "I've missed you."
"I's glad to be back, boss," replied Betty, her voice strained. "I been missin' you every day I been gone."
Professor Allen abruptly let go of Betty's large breasts, letting them fall back to her chest with a soft slapping sound. Julia could see a bulge growing in the white man's slacks.
"I better go or I'll never leave," said Professor Allen. "I'll be back in time to enjoy you again before you have to leave."
"Yes, sir, boss," said Betty. "An' thank you fo' liftin' my udders up. I missed you doin' that."
"You're welcome, girl," he smiled.
With that, Professor Allen walked out of the kitchen to the front door to leave. Betty gathered the breakfast dishes and put them in the sink. Julia once again noticed the welts on the big black maids's ass.
"You've gotta be pretty sore," said Julia. "My nipples would hurt from havin' my titties lifted like that an' they're not even half as big as yours."
"Oh, they is sore fo' sho', chil'," laughed Betty. "They ain't been tugged on like that fo' a long time."
"Those welts must hurt, too," Julia went on. "I could hear how hard he was beatin' on your ass."
"Look, girl," said Betty. "Massa jus' gave me a fuckin' I ain't had in weeks an' he done it jus' how I like it. I's feelin' real fine right now even if I's sore as hell."
"But, what did you do to get punished like that?" Julia wanted to know.
"That ain't punishment, girl," explained Betty. "The perfesser ain't never raised his hand on me fo' no punishment. I ain't never done nothin' deservin' no punishment, neither. I always done my best to please him an' he knows it. If I ever done somethin' wrong by him, it'd hurt worse 'n any whuppin'."
"He just likes to beat your ass?" asked Julia.
"Oh, he can't enough o' beatin' my fat black ass," answered Betty with a hint of pride in her voice. "He beat my ass 'cause he ain't done it since I been gone. Fact is, I asked him to do it. He was gonna wait 'til you gone, but I begged fo' it now 'cause... 'cause, well, I's jus' a nigga an' niggas like me need a whuppin'."
"So, you like it, too?" Julia asked.
"Well, yeah, I guess I do...," said Betty. "It ain't like I'm a pain freak or nothin', but I know how much the perfesser loves it when I take it fo' him. I like knowin' he's enjoyin' hisse'f so much on account o' me. Ain't you never take it fo' a white man?"
"I've done that, yes," said Julia. "I been spanked... on my ass an' on my coochie. I had my titties tugged on. I didn't like how it hurt, but how much the white man liked doin' it made up for that an' then some. It's kinda like how they make me do stuff that's embarrassin'. Course, I kinda like doin' that stuff for 'em cause it really turns me on. I don't know why."
"I knows why, girl!" laughed Betty. "It's 'cause you a nasty nigga like me. When I's in school, I always used to think 'bout kneelin' an' crawlin' fo' a white man. I used to get off thinkin' 'bout that stuff all the time. I never really thought 'bout gettin' beat or nothin'. But, both is jus' takin' it fo' a white man, so maybe it ain't that different. Least ways, that's how it is fo' me."
"I ain't even know a man be gettin' so fired up makin' a nigga take it fo' him 'til I been wit' the perfesser fo' a while," Betty went on. "An, I ain't even know how much I'd like firin' him up by takin' it, neither."
* * *
After I come home wit' him the summer we met, it ain't take long fo' him to get comfortable wit' usin' me whenever he wanted. I was pretty much naked all the time when we was alone. I kinda made sure he could always see my stuff good, too. I'd keep my legs open fo' him when I's sittin' an' bend over wit' my tits hangin' down when I brung him somethin' to drink.
He'd be fired up plenty, too. He always took me in the mornin' 'fore we got out o' bed an' at night 'fore we went to sleep. He'd use me 'fore dinner when he come home an' 'fore lunch on days he ain't have no classes.
One mornin' he musta got up early 'cause when I woke up, he's already outta the bed. I's surprised 'cause he been fuckin' me every mornin' since I come home wit' him.
I asked him, "Is you feelin' okay, sir?"
He says, "I'm fine."
I asked, "Ain't you want no pussy?"
He says, "You were asleep when I woke up."
I says, "I's sorry, boss. You can jus' wake me up when you want some. Or you can jus' roll me over an' take some while I's sleepin'. It's yo' coochie, sir. You can use it whenever you want. Ain't matter if it's the middle of the night. Please don't hol' back on my account. I want you to use me."
At first I's afraid he's gettin' tired o' fuckin' the same nigga all the time. But, I saw his dick was gettin' hard from me talkin' to him. I throws the covers off an' lay there wit' my legs all spread open showin' off what I got fo' him.
I tol' him, "Please use me, sir. It ain't right fo' a good white man wit' his own bitch nigga doin' wit' out some pussy. You ain't gotta fuck me if you ain't want to. But, least let me suck you, boss."
I could tell he was likin' hearin' me beggin' fo' his dick like some kinda bitch in heat. I moved my legs up an' bent my knees so he could see everythin'. I already been shavin' it so he could see what's his.
Well, he couldn't take any more o' that an' jus' got 'tween my legs an' fucked the shit out of me. He cum pretty quick, too.
He was all outta breath an' says, "Sorry about that. You got me so fired up I couldn't hold back. I know you must have wanted to get off."
I tol' him, "You ain't got nothin' to be sorry for, sir. I's glad you liked it so much. You gettin' off quick is a compliment to me, boss. I 'preciate it, too. 'sides, it don't matter if a nigga gets off so long as you did. Anyhow, pleasin' you is what gets me off."
After that time, I think he un'erstood 'bout me better. Sometimes he'd fuck me an' cum real quick, like he jus' wanted to get off an' was jus' usin' my hole to do it in. It may soun' funny, but I liked that a lot.
He even started wakin' me up so he could fuck me in the middle o' the night. Sometimes, I'd wake up wit' him doin' me in my sleep. Course it'd wake me up, but I never let on. I jus' lay there an' let him do his business in me. I figured if he wanted me awake, he'd a woke me up 'stead o' jus' climbin' 'tween my legs an' stickin' it in me. So, if he wanted to jus' be alone wit' my stuff, I ain't gonna intrude on his privacy.
Now, gettin' fucked three an' four times a day was startin' to keep my coochie pretty raw, but I ain't never complain 'bout it. 'stead, I jus' took it an' tried not to let on it was hurtin'. Thing is, I kinda liked takin' it for him that way 'cause it made me feel like more of a nigga.
One night we was goin' to bed when he already done me three times that day an' my coochie was real tender. I couldn't help makin' a sound when he stuck his dick in me 'cause I's so sore.
He stopped pushin' an' asked, "Am I hurting you?"
I says, "It's okay, sir. It's jus' a little sore from gettin' used so much today."
He says, "Maybe I've been getting a little carried away lately..."
I could feel his dick gettin' soft inside me an' I's afraid he's gonna be holdin' back from now on if I ain't say somethin' quick.
I says, "Please don't stop... I want you to get carried away. I like gettin' used so much. I ain't care if it hurts. I... like it to hurt, sir. I like gettin' used hard. Please keep usin' me, boss."
I felt his dick stiffenin' up then. I guess he liked hearin' that, so I kep' goin'.
I tol' him, "Use me, sir. Use me hard. That's how I want it. Please don't stop."
He started pushin' his dick in deeper. I wasn't sure whether he did it intentional or if his dick was jus' takin' over fo' him. Course, it ain't matter which to me.
I says, "Thank you fo' keepin' goin', sir."
He asks me, "You really like it to hurt?"
I's afraid he's gonna think somethin' wrong wit' me if I says "yes", but I's afraid he's gonna stop if says "no".
I tol' him, "I like takin' it fo' you, boss. Please let me take it fo' you, sir.
It was the truth. I felt him fuckin' me again, so I knowed that was the right answer.
He asks me, "You're taking it right now, aren't you?"
I could tell he was gettin' mo' fired up
I tol' him, "Yes, sir, I is.
He asks me, "Does it hurt?"
I says, "Yes, sir, it do."
He started fuckin' me faster then. Funny thing was, even though it was hurtin' me, I could feel I's startin' to get close.
He asks, "What hurts? Tell me."
I says, "My coochie hurts. It's real sore from all the fuckin' you been doin' to me. I want you to... keep hurtin' it, sir."
He was gettin' pretty excited an' was fuckin' me pretty hard. My pussy lips felt like they was rubbed raw but it felt good at the same time. I felt like I's gonna cum any second.
He asks me, all out o' breath, "You want me to hurt your cunt, nigger? Is that it?"
I says, "Yes, sir, boss. Please hurt my cunt, boss. Fuck it hard an' make it hurt. I want it to hurt fo' you, sir. I wanna take it fo' you."
Before I even finished sayin' that, I felt him start shootin' off inside me. He shot off so strong I could feel his spunk squirtin' all up in my coochie. Feelin' that was all it took to finish me, too. Even though my coochie was burnin' I came so hard I cried out. He laid on top o' me an' ain't say nothin' 'til his dick started gettin' sof' again.
Finally, he asks, "Are you okay, Betty?"
I smiles up at him an' says, "Yes, sir, I sho' is. You done me good, boss. Thank you fo' usin' me that way."
He says, "I'm glad to hear it. How's your vagina feeling?"
I ain't know why, but him askin' 'bout my coochie like a doctor was real embarrassin' to me. I got all shy an' couldn't look at him in the eyes.
I says, "It's still hurtin' some, sir. But, it ain't too bad."
He jus' says, "Good."
The next mornin' he ain't fuck me or nothin' 'fore he got up.
I asked him, "You ain't thinkin' my coochie too sore fo' fuckin' is you, boss? You ain't gotta worry 'bout that none. I's ready fo' use if you want."
He asks me, "Your vagina doesn't hurt anymore?"
I blush an' says, "No, sir. It's fine."
He asks me, "What's fine?"
I think he can tell sayin' that is embarrassin' fo' me an' I figure that's why he wants me to say it."
I says, "My... vagina, sir. My vagina's fine now, sir."
He looks down at me on the bed an' says, "Show it to me, Betty."
I shown him my stuff plenty since I come home wit' him, but him talkin' like that got me all shy again. Course, I gotta do what he says, so I pulled the covers off an' spread my legs wide to give him a good look. He come over and bent down to check me out. When he touched my coochie, it was still pretty tender. I couldn't help but flinch a little.
He says, "Looks pretty swollen to me. Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"
I says, "It hurts some, but I ain't want that to stop you from usin' it."
He looks kinda serious an' says, "If I ask you a question, I want the truth, Betty. Not what you think I want to hear. Do you understand?"
I kinda felt like he was scoldin' me even though I's tryin' to be a good nigga fo' him. I want him to un'erstan' he ain't gotta worry 'bout bein' too rough wit' me an' now I's afraid he's gonna be holdin' back.
I says, "Yes, sir, boss. I's sorry fo' sayin' it ain't still hurtin'. I only done it 'cause I want you to... use me."
He tol' me, "I understand. However, I want to know what you're feeling. Ultimately, I'll decide how I'll use you. It may give me even more pleasure in using your cunt if I know it's sore and you're taking it for me. Perhaps, I'll prefer to leave it alone and use you in some other way. In any event, it's up to me. That's how I want it. Is that clear, nigger?"
I says, "Yes, sir. I'll do like you say, boss."
He says, "Good girl. I'm sure you will."
Thing is, even though I knowed he was scoldin' me, it was gettin' me heated up. I wanted to take it fo' him even mo' now.
He sat down on the bed next to me an' looked me in the eyes. Well, his eyes kinda roamed around on my body a little, but when he started talkin' again, he looked me in the face.
He tol' me, "Listen, Betty, I don't have much experience with this. I've spent plenty of time thinking about how I'd like to use a nigger and some of what I think of may be a little rough. I have to be careful not to get carried away. I know you mean it when you tell me that you're my nigger and you'll do as I say and take whatever I want you to. However, I can't help but be concerned about going too far for you or that you'll try to take more for me than you can handle."
"A few years ago I had a girlfriend. A white girl. We'd been together for maybe half a year and we'd had sex several times. One night when we were in bed she asked me if I ever thought about spanking her. I told her I had. She said she wanted to be spanked, so I took her over my knee and spanked her bare ass. She said to do it harder, so I did.
"Her ass got nice and red and my cock got nice and hard. She started making moaning noises, which just got me more excited and I spanked her even harder. I could feel the heat rising off her ass. After I spanked her a few more times, she stood up. I could see she had tears in her eyes.
"She said she didn't want it that hard and that her ass really hurt. I asked her why she didn't say anything and she said she thought I could tell she wasn't enjoying it any more. Needless to say, we didn't have sex that night. Actually, I think we only had it a couple more times after that. She never said so, but I think she was a little shocked at how aroused I got from her taking pain for me. I was afraid of doing anything that might make her uncomfortable. Anyways, it just wasn't the same between us any more and we stopped seeing each other.
Finally, he says, "I don't want that to happen with you, Betty. So tell me how you're feeling. I like you taking it for me, but I don't want to injure you. Okay?"
I un'erstood what he was sayin'. I was happy that he still wanted me takin' it for him an' I liked knowin' how much it got him worked up.
I says, "Yes, sir. I promise I'll tell you how I's feelin' an' if you is hurtin' me. You ain't gotta worry 'bout damagin' me 'cause I'll say somethin' 'fore you do."
He smiled an' says, "Good girl."
I's glad that was settled. But, it got me thinkin'.
I asks him, "Do you wanna... spank me, sir?"
He says, "I'd love to."
I took a peek down at his crotch an' saw his dick started to twitch.
I smiled back an' asks, "'cause I's a bad girl?"
He tol' me, "No. I wouldn't spank a bad girl. Only good girls get spankings. Are you a good girl?"
I knowed the right answer to that.
I says, "Yes, sir. I's a good girl."
He says, "That's what I thought. Have you ever been spanked?"
I says, "By a man? No, sir. Mama used to spank us girls when we was young. Gave us belt whuppin's. I ain't get too many 'cause I ain't cause no trouble. Angie used to get 'em more."
He says, "I see. Get over here and get across my lap."
I says, "Yes, sir."
I was pretty nervous, but I wasn't gonna disappoint him. I got up an' crawled over to him an' lay myself across his lap like he tol' me an' waited.
He asks, "Are you ready, nigger?"
I says, "Yes, sir. I's ready to take it fo' you, boss."
He started spankin' on my fat black ass. First on one cheek an' then on the other. He ain't go very hard an' it ain't hurt at all. It was jus' like he was slappin' on my ass.
He asks, "Does that hurt?"
I says, "No, sir."
He says, "Tell me when it does."
He started goin' harder an' harder. After a few more, it started to sting. Part 'cause he's doin' it harder an' part 'cause he already done it so much. Thing was, I's startin' to feel it 'tween my legs, too. An' what I's feelin' there ain't hurt at all. I was gettin' kinda worked up. I mean, I's a growed woman gettin' a spankin' so it's embarrassin'. So, I's takin' it fo' him more 'n one way an' it felt good. But, I promised him I'd say when it was hurtin'.
I says, "It's startin' to hurt a little, sir, but you ain't gotta stop. You can go harder if you want. A lot harder."
Well, the next one was real hard an' it stung like hell. So was the next one after. My sore coochie was jumpin' an' achin' to get touched.
I couldn't help sayin', "Ow!"
He asks, "Is your ass hurting now, nigger?"
I says, "Yes, sir, boss. It's burnin' but please don't stop."
He was goin' back an' forth on one cheek an' then the other, but he stopped doin' it harder each time. I could feel his dick gettin' hard so I knowed he liked it.
I says, "Please go harder, boss. I can take it. Make my ass hurt, boss."
He laughs an' says, "I can't go any harder, girl. But I can keep it up!"
My ass was on fire from the spankin', but so's my coochie. I loved knowin' I was takin' all he could give. Not like that white girl he was wit' before. I started moanin' wit' out thinkin'.
He asks, "You want me to stop?"
I says, "No, sir! I's sorry fo' soundin' like I's makin' a fuss. Please don't stop, boss."
He says, "Go ahead and make some noise. I don't mind."
He kep' spankin' on my ass an' I kep' moanin' an' gruntin' while I took it. His dick was twitchin' hearin' how I was fussin' from the pain.
He asks, "Are you enjoying yourself?"
I says, "Yes, sir. I loves you beatin' on my fat nigger ass, boss. You got it hurtin' good."
He says, "I'm glad to hear it, but that's all you get for now. I've got class in an hour. Hurry up and suck me off, you got my cock hard with all your carrying on."
I got up an' moved so I could take his dick in my mouf. Since he gotta go quick, I ain't start slow. 'stead, I jus' start suckin' an' strokin' him fast. He shot off real fast so I knowed he was fired up. I got off him to let him up an' swallowed it all. Damn, I felt used. I's so fired up I had to take care o' business soon as he was gone to the campus. My ass was sore all day an' I loved it.
* * *
"So that's when I learned 'bout how much he liked me takin' pain fo' him an' how much I liked doin' it fo' him," said Betty. "At first, that was the reason I wanted him beatin' me; 'cause I knowed he liked it so much. Now, I miss it when I ain't had it. It felt good gettin' the belt this mornin'. I love feelin' the welts on my ass. Makes me feel like a proper used nigga. Know what I mean?"
As usual, Julia found herself rocking her in her seat, squeezing her thighs together, as she listened to Betty's story. She'd been a little shocked to see Professor Allen taking the belt to the big black woman's ass that morning, but now she wanted it herself.
"I do," agreed Julia. "I like feeling that way. I've been missin' it, too. 'til I came to this house the other day, I hadn't been used since the summer. And those times weren't anything like how I've been used here. The professor makes me feel like... a proper nigger, like you say."
"He sho' do, chil'," said Betty. "Jus' don't forget one thing, girl. He's got the right to use any nigga he wants, but I is his nigga."
"I know, Betty," replied Julia. "You don't have to worry about that."
"Well, then," said Betty, rising from the table. "There's work to do, so let's get to it. Massa ain't gonna be back 'til later so we might as well get dressed. You never know when somebody's gonna come to the door."
* * *
It was after one o'clock when the phone rang. Betty picked it up upstairs while Julia was downstairs dusting in the living room. The big black maid came down the stairs.
"Perfesser jus' called to say he be home in a half hour or so an' he wants us ready fo' him," said Betty.
Instantly, Julia felt her pussy jump at the thought of kneeling naked by the door with Betty, greeting Professor Allen again the way they had the day before. She hoped it would lead to more of what had taken place that night.
"Um, Betty?" started Julia. "I wanted to tell you how cool it is meetin' you. I never talked to somebody like you... somebody so much like me. I mean, I heard about other girls who felt like me, but you're the first one I actually got to meet."
"Really?" smiled Betty. "I's glad you feel like that. Ain't often I meet any, neither. But, you the real thing, girl. I's glad you come here."
"I liked hearin' 'bout how you an' the professor got together," Julia went on. "An', I really liked... well... what we did last night. I've been fantasizin' 'bout that for a long time. You know, bein' presented to the massa like that. Doin' it for real was really great."
"I got a idea you been thinkin' 'bout that 'fore then," said Betty. "You was perfect. Massa an' me been playin' like that fo' years. He loves havin' me tell him 'bout how my baby girl gonna be his bed wench. He be fuckin' me an I be tellin' him how she jus' 'bout ready fo' him an' how excited she is 'bout it an' how I been learnin' her what she needs to know. We loved havin' you there wit' us. It was kinda like what I been tellin' him all this time."
"I didn't know I was supposed to be... uh... your baby girl," blushed Julia.
"I figured it might be too much fo' you an' I ain't want nothin' takin' away from Massa's pleasure," explained Betty. "Playin' like that got to be perfect fo' him."
"Yes, it does," agreed Julia. "But, it ain't too much for me. I'd... like it."
"Look at the time!" exclaimed Betty. "The perfesser gonna be here any minute now. Get them clothes off an' get yo'se'f ready fo' him."
Julia removed her uniform while she watched Betty get undressed. Once again, her eyes were drawn to the welts on the big black woman's ass. She thought back to that morning when she'd watched the Professor take a belt to her and felt her pussy tingle.
"Betty..., do you think he'd... the professor... want to beat my ass like he did yours?" asked Julia.
"You afraid he's gonna wanna whup your ass, girl?" Betty replied. "Now, he's gonna do like he wants wit' you, an' use you good 'cause he knows you want that. But he ain't gonna get rough wit' you or nothin' 'less he knows you want that, too. You ain't gotta worry none 'bout that."
"Um..., that's not what I meant," said Julia. "What I was wonderin' was if he'd do it if I... wanted it."
"You want Massa whuppin' yo' black ass?" asked Betty. "An' get it all marked up like Mama's?"
Julia blushed. She could tell that Betty knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. It was embarrassing to admit it, even to someone who felt the same way as she did. The fact that big black woman was getting into character with her already told her that she trusted her enough to let her into the professor and her's fantasy. It gave the colored girl a warm feeling.
"Yes, I do," blushed Julia. "I want it just like yours."
"Massa gonna love that," said Betty. "Get on down into position, girl. I be right back."
Betty walked quickly up the stairs. Julia knelt on the floor and waited. A minute later, the big black maid returned carrying a thick leather belt. She walked over to where the colored girl was kneeling and draped the belt over her shoulders before kneeling next to her.
"This way, Massa's gonna know you want the belt," explained Betty. "You ain't gonna have long to wait 'fore he uses it."
"Okay, Betty," said Julia. "Um..., thank you, Mama."
"You welcome, chil'," smiled Betty.
A few minutes later, footsteps could be heard on the porch outside. Professor Allen was home. Julia and Betty quickly sat up on their knees with their legs apart. The naked negroes both put their hands behind their heads, opened their mouths, and waited for the professor to open the door.
The door opened and Professor Allen stepped into the room. He smiled as he looked down at his two black maids kneeling on the floor, displaying their charms for his pleasure. His eyes roamed over their naked bodies until he noticed the belt draped over Julia's shoulders.
"What's this for?" asked the professor expectantly.
"My baby girl ready fo' the belt, Massa," answered Betty. "She been wantin' her black ass beat good."
"Is that a fact?" Professor Allen said, his eyes still fixed on Julia's kneeling form.
"Yes, sir, boss," Betty said. "Ever since she saw you whuppin' on my ass this mornin', she been wantin' it, too."
"Is that true, nigger?" the professor asked Julia. "You want a belt beating?"
"Yes..., Massa," answered Julia softly. "I do. I want my ass beat like... my mama's."
Stealing a brief glance up, Julia could see the tent in the professor's trousers. She quickly cast her eyes back down to the floor, happy that her words were having the desired effect.
"I'm sure you realize how painful it is," said Professor Allen. "I don't go lightly on niggers, even young ones like you. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Massa," Julia replied. "I ain't want you to go easy on me, sir. I wanna be beat hard like you done my mama."
"Do you deserve a beating like that?" asked the professor.
"Yes, sir, boss," answered Julia. "I been a good nigga all day. Please beat my black ass, Massa."
"All right," agreed Professor Allen. "Go on into the main room. Your mama will show you what to do."
Professor Allen reached down and picked up the belt. Betty got onto her hands and knees and crawled into the living room. Julia did the same and followed. The professor remained where he was, watching closely as the big black woman's long saggy breasts swayed and her fat ass jiggled with every movement. The colored girl could feel her own tits swinging and felt the white man's gaze upon her, as well.
Betty knew her master well, thought Julia. The professor seemed delighted to watch the rather humiliatingly bovine display put on by the two negro women. The big black woman led the way to where a tall table stood near the center of the room.
"Get up, chil'," instructed Betty, standing. "Bend over the table there an' stick yo' ass out."
Julia got to her feet and bent over the table, resting her chest on the top of it, her head turned to one side. She could see Betty standing next to her.
"That's a good girl," said Betty. "Now, get them legs apart nice an' wide. Massa likes seein' that coochie showin'."
Moving her feet apart, Julia could feel the cool room air on her exposed sex.
"My baby girl be ready fo' you, boss," said Betty.
Professor Allen stepped close to Julia, standing behind her bent form.
"You're sure this is what you want?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," answered Julia. "Please beat on my ass like you done my mama."
"All right," agreed the professor.
Julia braced herself for the first blow.
Whap!
The sound of leather hitting flesh resounded through the living room. Julia felt a line of fire across her proffered ass.
Whap!
Whap!
"Ow!" yelped Julia as the third blow struck the same spot as the first.
Betty bent down close to Julia's ear.
"You okay, girl?" whispered Betty. "You had enough?"
"I'm okay," Julia replied. "I don't want to stop..., Mama."
Betty smiled. Despite the pain, Julia was happy to be part of Professor Allen's and Betty's fantasy.
"She's fine, Massa," announced Betty. "She ain't had enough yet."
"Excellent," said the professor.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
Tears formed in Julia's eyes, but she didn't cry out. Her ass was burning and she could feel the welts rising on her tender flesh. Betty leaned down to her ear.
"You doin' good, baby," she whispered. "You takin' it real good."
"Mama...," whimpered Julia.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
"Here's the last one, girl," said the professor. "Get ready."
Julia could hear the belt cutting through the air the instant before it struck her. This one was going to be the hardest.
Whap!
"Ow!" she cried.
Her ass on fire and tears running down her face, Julia remained bent over the table. Never once did the belt touch her exposed pussy even though she was fully prepared for it since she'd watched Betty take more than one belt lick squarely between the legs. She wondered how easy the professor had gone on her and how much harder he'd gone on the big black maid.
"What do you say, girl?" Betty prompted Julia.
"Thank you, sir," said Julia softly. "Thank you for beatin' my black ass."
"You're welcome, nigger," replied the professor.
Julia heard a zipper open and felt Professor Allen's hard cock probing her crotch. Without a word, he pushed his erection deep into the colored girl's vagina. Her ass was still burning from the belt whipping she'd just received and she could feel it even more with each of the professor's thrusts.
"You is a lucky nigga, chil'," said Betty. "Gettin' the Massa's dick after a ass whuppin'."
"Uh huh," moaned Julia.
"Is my baby's cunt hole to yo' likin', Massa?" asked Betty. "She be nice an' tight fo' you, boss. I learned her to squeeze her cunt on a white man's dick so it feel good fo' him."
"It's good," Professor Allen grunted as he pumped in and out of Julia's pussy. "Good nigger."
Betty's words reminded Julia to squeeze her vaginal muscles on the professor's cock. Even though the welts on her beaten backside stung painfully, she worked hard to give the professor as much pleasure as she could. It only took a few more seconds before she felt him ejaculate inside her. He grunted with each squirt of his seed. As soon as his dick started to soften, the white man withdrew it. The colored girl could feel his jizz leaking out of her pussy and running down her leg.
"Can I clean yo' dick, Massa?" asked Julia softly.
"Mama's gonna do that, baby," said Betty. "You ain't gotta."
"I... want to," replied Julia. "Please, Massa?"
"All right," agreed Professor Allen. "That'll be fine, girl. Get to it."
"Yes, sir, boss," said Julia, slowly standing up.
Turning to face the professor, Julia sank to her knees before him. She felt the welts stinging her ass anew as she moved. Professor Allen's slacks were down around his knees, his dick hanging there, slick with her juices, a thin thread of semen dripping off the tip. She moved her head up to his crotch and slurped his now flaccid penis into her mouth and gently started sucking on it. Once she'd gotten all the thick wetness off of it, she let it slip out from between her lips and looked up into his face.
"Show him you grateful, girl," prodded Betty. "You got a special treat."
Julia leaned forward again and put her lips to the tip of Professor Allen's dick and kissed it.
"Thank you for lettin' me clean yo' dick off, Massa," she said.
After a moment's thought, Julia bent down until she was on her elbows and knees at the professor's feet. She kissed his left shoe on the toe two or three times, and then kissed the right the same number. She thought for another moment before beginning to lick them, first one and then the other.
"Good girl," said Professor Allen. "Good nigger."
Julia sat back up on her knees and looked back up at the professor. He pulled up his pants and zipped them up.
"Thank you, Massa," she said. "I'm honored to serve you."
Professor Allen put his hand on Julia's head and stroked her hair.
"It's a pleasure to be served by you, girl," he told her. "You are something special."
Kneeling there, naked on the floor, her butt burning and the white man's cum still leaking out of her used pussy, Julia couldn't help but smile as she soaked up the professor's praise. The professor held his hand in front of her face and the colored girl immediately licked it like a dog until he moved it away from her after several seconds.
"Take care of your girl, nigger," said Professor Allen as he turned to walk out of the room. "Bring her to my study before she gets ready to leave."
"Yes, sir, boss," replied Betty.
The professor headed off to his study leaving the two naked negro women alone in the living room. Betty reached out to Julia and helped her to her feet.
"You done good, girl," said Betty. "I can tell Massa's proud of you. I's proud, too. You is a real nigga, fo' sho'. How you doin'?"
"I'm good," said Julia. "My ass hurts pretty good, but that's what I wanted."
"Let's go get you cleaned up," said Betty.
As they walked towards the downstairs bathroom, they passed a full length mirror on the wall. Julia turned her back to it and looked over her shoulder. She could see the straight red lines on her ass left by the professor's belt. Now she was marked as Betty was and she couldn't help but feel a measure of pride in it.
"Go ahead an' look all you want, girl," laughed Betty. "But, you gonna be marked up fo' a week an' you gonna be feelin' it fo' a couple days. Hurts good, don't it?"
"Yeah," agreed Julia. "It does."
The two naked maids continued to the bathroom. Betty ran the water in the shower while Julia stood and waited.
"Get on in there, chil'," instructed Betty. "I'll get you washed up."
Julia stepped into the shower and stood under the water. The welts on her ass stung. Betty took a wash cloth and soaped her up, taking care to be gentle with her backside. After rinsing off, the older black woman toweled her dry, gently touching the towel to the colored girl's tender ass in an effort to minimize her discomfort.
Back in the living room, Julia saw that it was getting close to the time the Temp Maids van would be arriving to pick her up. She couldn't help but feel a little sad that her time with Professor Allen and Betty was almost over.
"Time to get you ready to go," said Betty. "Let's go see Massa 'fore you get dressed."
Betty led the way to Professor Allen's study and knocked on the door. Julia was right behind her.
"Come in," called the professor's voice from inside.
"You first, girl," said Betty in a hushed voice.
Julia walked into the room to where Professor Allen sat at his desk. He swiveled around in his chair and faced her. The naked colored girl lowered her eyes and stood there with her arms at her sides.
"Let's have a look at that ass," said the professor.
Blushing, Julia turned around. She bent over and moved her legs apart to give the professor the best view she could even though he hadn't told her to do it. Glancing up, she could see Betty smiling approvingly. Almost like a mother showing pride in her child's accomplishment. In this situation, the colored girl knew that was a fairly twisted sentiment, but she understood it and appreciated it. Professor Allen gently caressed her punished backside.
"Nice welts," he said, almost to himself. "They look good on you. You took the belt very well."
"Thank you, sir," replied Julia, embarrassed knowing the view she was giving him.
"You may stand, girl," said the professor. "It must be time for you to get ready to leave."
"Yes, sir," said Julia, standing. She turned to face him. "The van's gonna be here in a few minutes."
"Well, I hope your experience here has been positive," said Professor Allen. "I know it has been for me and I'm sure it has for Betty, as well."
"That's right, boss," agreed Betty.
"I really loved bein' here an'... everythin'," said Julia. "Thank you for havin' me."
"It was my pleasure, girl," smiled Professor Allen. "You're a fine nigger. I couldn't be more pleased with you."
"Thank you, sir," blushed Julia happily. "I'm glad."
"Make sure Betty has your phone number," said the professor. "Assuming you'd like to come back for a visit some time. Naturally, it wouldn't be for a job."
"Oh, yes, sir!" exclaimed Julia. "I do want to come back. Any time you want."
"Excellent," replied Professor Allen. "So, I'll see you later. Good bye, Julia."
"Yes, sir," said Julia. "Good bye..., Massa."
Professor Allen smiled at her.
"We better get movin'," said Betty.
Betty and Julia returned to the living room. The colored girl put her maid's uniform back on and was ready to go in a couple minutes. It wasn't a moment too soon since the Temp Maids van pulled up outside as she was buttoning the top. She quickly wrote her dorm room phone number down on a piece of paper.
"You can let yo'se'f out, girl," said Betty. "Seein' as how I ain't dressed."
"Okay," replied Julia. "Thanks for everything, Betty. I'm glad I met you."
"That's jus' how I feel, chil'," smiled Betty.
Betty put her arms around Julia and hugged her for long moment.
"The perfesser's gonna have you back soon," Betty told her. "You ain't gotta worry 'bout that. Bye, Julia."
"Bye, Betty," Julia responded.
Julia went out the kitchen door to the waiting van. She climbed in and gingerly sat down on the seat. The welts still stung, but the reminder of the professor's belt on her gave her a warm feeling. Missus Bee, the elderly white lady who drove the van smiled at her. Syl, the black woman who was one of the other maids just nodded.
"Glad to see you," said Missus Bee. "We missed you yesterday."
"Yeah," Syl chimed in. "I figured that perv was workin' yo' ass off all night. Prob'ly standin' over you while you was doin' it."
"He was fine," said Julia. "I like him."
"Ain't no 'countin' fo' taste," said Syl.
"Oh, hush," said Missus Bee, backing out of the driveway.
Julia didn't say anything more. She just looked out the window and wondered when she'd be coming back to this house.
* * *
Before she went to bed, Julia took another look in the mirror to admire the welts on her ass. Reaching behind herself, she ran her fingers over them, feeling the raised lines left by Professor Allen's belt.
Under the covers, Julia thought back to how she felt bent over the table in the professor's living room, the white man beating her ass with the belt, his negro maid offering her words of praise and encouragement. The colored girl's hand found its way between her legs. She came not long after.
When would she have another chance to live her fantasy so realistically, Julia wondered. She hoped she wouldn't have long to wait.
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