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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
The next morning Mr. Andrews didn't seem to act as if anything had changed. He took his breakfast with his wife and spoke to the maid in the same tone he'd always used.
After Latessa finished the lunch dishes, Bertha arrived.
"Massa Jack be wantin' me to fill you in on a couple o' things, girl," said the big black woman. "First, you gots to show proper respect when you be talkin' to him. Dat means you don't be sayin' 'me' or 'I' to him. You call yo'self his nigga. It's gotta be 'yo nigga dis and 'yo' nigga dat. Understands? Da other is dat da Massa love to hear his niggas talkin' like old time slaves. I do it so much, I catch myself doin' it to home. You wanna please Massa, dat's what you do."
Latessa had finally been able to begin to understand that Mr. Andrews didn't mean any insult by call her nigger and was getting over her negative reaction to it. She was even starting to ignore the petty humiliations. But this? She would have to call herself nigger? And talk like an ignorant slave? This would take more of her will to get through. She thought of her old office and how far she'd fallen since then.
"I knows Massa Jack be waitin' now," said Bertha. "He don't like to be waitin' too long."
The two black women walked through the house to the study. The big girl knocked on the door.
"Come in." called Mr. Andrews.
As they entered, Jack came around from behind his desk.
"Get on your knees, Tessa," he ordered.
Latessa, still dressed in her maid uniform got on her knees and awaited further instructions. He undid his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. He sat in a leather chair.
"Do you suck Tom's cock?" he asked.
Taken aback at the personal nature of the question, Latessa hesitated for a moment. Still, she found herself wanting to answer.
"Not very often, Massa" she replied. "Only on his birthday."
"On his birthday!" laughed Jack.
Bertha snickered.
"So you don't enjoy sucking cock, eh?" he questioned her.
"No, sir." was her reply.
"You'll suck mine, won't you, girl?" he asked, now serious.
"Yes, Massa," she answered, hanging her head with the shame of it. Remembering Bertha's coaching she said, "Yo' nigga do what you want."
"Did you tell her to talk like that, Bertha?" he asked, smiling at the big black girl.
"Dat's right, Massa," Bertha replied. "I sho' did."
"Well, I love it!" he gushed. "I know it sounds silly, but it really gets my dick hard. Good girl!"
He looked back an the kneeling colored woman on the floor.
"So suck it, nigger" he ordered.
Latessa moved forward on her knees until she could get her head into his lap. She took his white cock between her thick black lips and sucked.
"You gots to lick it first, girl." corrected Bertha. "Lick it all over den suck it."
Latessa let his cock slip out of her mouth and lapped her tongue along the length of it. Again and again, finally followed by her sucking the head back in.
"Now bob yo' head, girl" Bertha instructed, "like yo' face was a coochie fuckin' Massa's dick. Use yo' hands on his balls. Dat's what he like."
This was the part that always left her jaw aching that led to poor Tom only getting head on special occasions. But now, she had no choice but to fuck Jack's cock with her mouth. Faster and faster she went as she gently fondled his balls.
"Oh, Tessa!" he sighed, "you are a fine cocksuckin' nigger. And with so little practice.. But, you'll get plenty of practice now... Ah!"
She could feel his balls twitch and with a grunt he ejaculated in her mouth. Latessa continued to suck until she felt him going flaccid. She had spat Tom's semen out the few times she'd actually let him cum in her mouth, but she knew instinctively that that would be very disrespectful and swallowed all she could. She could feel some leaking out the corner of her mouth and running down to her chin.
"Don't be doin dat, girl," Bertha warned as Latessa went to wipe it off with the back of her hand. "Dat's disrespectin' da Massa. He be tellin' you to wash yo' face when he want you to. You jus' say thank you an' wait fo' what he want you to be doin'."
Latessa looked up at Jack from her knees.
"Thank you, Massa," she said sheepishly.
"You're welcome, Tessa," he replied. "You seem to have some on your blouse, too. Don't touch any of it. I think I like it there."
"Yes, Massa," she said evenly.
However, inside she was panicing a little. What if Tom noticed?
* * *
Tom didn't notice the few drops of semen on his wife's face and blouse. Or, at least he didn't ask about them on the drive home. He seemed preoccupied with his own concerns..
* * *
That night in bed he reached out to her and she withdrew from his touch.
"What's the matter, baby?" he asked. "Has this whole job thing got you so down?"
"It's not exactly what you think, Tommy," responded Latessa, rolling over to look him in the face. "There's more to that job than we thought. I've had to... well... do some things I'm not proud of..."
"Like what?" he questioned her.
Tom felt a twinge of arousal as he tried to imagine what those things might be. He quickly suppressed the thought, ashamed of his excitement.
"I don't want to talk about it," she replied. "Just understand that I can't... right now. Ok?"
He rolled over, turning his back to her. His mind returned to speculation as to his wife's activities at the Andrews' place. Hers returned to the memories of them. They both lay awake without speaking another word.
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