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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
They still hadn't spoken when Tom dropped his wife off at the Andrews' place. He was too mixed up about his feelings and didn't want to say anything that would make things worse. Latessa had nothing more to add to what she'd already said the night before and it was eating him up to know what she was talking about. Instinctively he knew Mr. Andrews was at the heart of it.
Tom got to work early and since this was a day that his boss would actually be in the office in the morning. The black man waited for Mr. Andrews to arrive.
It was well after nine when Jack got in.
"Mr. Andrews, I've got to speak to you," said Tom, rising to his feet as his boss walked by him towards his office.
"Tom!" he exclaimed. "I'm glad you're here. I've got some good news for you. Come on in."
Tom followed him into his office.
"I just signed the contract," Jack continued. "New client. I think I can get fifteen or twenty hours extra for you. I know I should spread it through your department, but I understand the financial pressure you're under and I want to help out."
Tom didn't know what to say. He had been prepared to confront his boss and find out just what he had Latessa doing up to that house of his, but now he paused to consider.
It wouldn't be the first time she'd told him something just to avoid having sex with him. This could be another one of those times. If he got all indignant with Mr. Andrews over this and the boss didn't know what he was talking about he'd look like an idiot. Not to mention the fact that the extra hours he needed so desperately could be lost.
"So, you still want them?" said Jack. "I'd like your answer now, because if you don't, I've got to make sure they're covered."
The white man looked Tom in the eye.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Tom stuttered.
No way was he going to jeopardize this with any wild accusations.
"I'll take 'em. Thanks, sir."
"Good!" Jack said heartily. "Glad to hear it. Now what did you want to talk about?"
"Well, uh," Tom tried to think quickly, "that was it, sir, the hours. I wanted to ask if any had turned up yet. That's all."
"You must by psychic, Tom my boy," continued his boss. "The ink isn't even dry on the contract yet. Actually, I'd like you to get over there and scope out the condition their equipment is in. Suzy has the address and phone number. Get it from her. Make sure we've got spare parts for what they've got. You know the drill."
"Right, Mr. Andrews," he said, still somewhat dazed. "I'll take care of it."
Tom left to go collect the new client's information from Mr. Andrews' secretary. Good thing the boss spoke first, he thought, or things could have been said that might be hard to take back.
* * *
Jack got home in time to enjoy the lunch Latessa had prepared for him and his wife. He lingered after Cindy had left the table.
"Tessa, when you're finished with the dishes I want you to come to the study," he instructed her on his way out of the room.
"Yes, suh, Massa," she replied, feeling her heart starting to pound already.
She stood before the sink and hastily washed the plates off in the soapy water. Latessa felt a tingling sensation inside her and could sense the growing dampness between her legs. The anticipation was overwhelming to her as she tried to imagine what her white master had in mind. She hurriedly completed her kitchen tasks and went to Jack's study.
"Come in," he called in response to her knock.
The negro maid walked in and closed the door behind her and saw that her master was on the phone. He covered the mouthpiece with his hand.
"Get undressed," he ordered and resumed his conversation.
Latessa complied quickly. She couldn't believe she was so eager to submit to this white man's will. She needed the money he paid her as a maid, however, she was sure he'd keep her on even if she didn't suffer this humiliation so gladly. She felt a wave of shame wash over her as she realized she was turning into a willing participant in her own debasement.
Jack waved her around behind his desk once she was naked. Latessa stood in the display position he'd told her to assume whenever she undressed for him. With her hands behind her head she stood before him with her legs spread. Without dropping a beat in his discussion of business matters on the telephone he reached up, slid his hand between her legs and slipped his finger into her vagina. She gasped at the suddenness of it.
He looked up at her and smiled. He withdrew his hand and held up a finger, shiny with her juices and showed it to her, and winked. He held it to her lips and she instinctively began to suck on it. After a long few seconds he put his hand back between her legs and slowly stroked her pussy. She felt her legs tremble at his touch.
Finally Jack hung up the phone and turned his full attention to Latessa. He brought his other hand up and caressed her breasts, first one and then the other. Lifting them, squeezing them, running his hand over them. All the while he kept rubbing her pussy with the other hand faster and harder.
She moaned as she pressed her crotch into his hand as she felt her pleasure building inside. Yes, she thought, she was standing here naked in front of a fully clothed man, her legs gaping open and his hand working her pussy. It was a humiliating position, to be played with like some kind of human toy. But she couldn't deny how good it felt.
"Massa," she whimpered, "kin I cum? Kin yo' nigga cum now?"
"You're a good nigger, Tessa," he said softly. "You may cum for me."
This time she just whimpered softly and gushed into his hand while she continued to buck her hips as she stood there, her knees feeling weak.
"Thank you, Massa," she said, "fo' makin' yo' nigga cum."
"You're welcome, Tessa," he told her, "now get on your knees for me."
Latessa opened her eyes and knelt of the floor. He held his hand out to her. It glistened with her cum. She leaned forward and lapped at it, looking right into his steel blue eyes.
"Good girl," he praised her when she'd finished licking her juices off of his hand. "Stand up."
She stood and resumed the display position. He ran his fingertips over her bush with one hand and reached back to pick up the phone with the other. He pressed a single button on the base and spoke into the handset.
"Bertha, come in here," he said.
Thirty seconds later there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," he called and the big black girl walked in.
"Bertha, why didn't you tell Tessa she needed to have her coochie naked for me?" he asked. "I'm a little surprised at you."
"I's sorry, Massa," she said her eyes downcast. "I guess I jus' forgot."
"I'll be dealing with you later about this, girl," he said sternly. "Sometimes I think you like getting switched and you just do this to get what you want."
"I's sorry, Massa," the young black maid said again with a hint of a smile on her face.
"Well, be that as it may," he continued, "I want you take Tessa and take care of that little detail immediately and bring her back here."
"Yes, Massa," Bertha replied, looking back up. "Let's go, girl," she said to Latessa.
The two negro servants left the study. Bertha in her maid uniform, Latessa completely nude. She felt very exposed walking around the house naked.
Cindy was sitting on the couch in the living room and watched the black women walking by. She smirked to herself for a second and then went back to the magazine she was reading.
Bertha led Latessa into the servant's bathroom and got out the shaving cream. The big girl lathered the older negress's pubic region up, took a razor, and slowly shaved her pussy bald. Latessa hadn't ever done this before and now her coochie was naked for the first time since she was twelve. She hadn't ever felt so naked and exposed before.
Back towards the study they went, Bertha delivering the freshly shaved Latessa to her master.
"Hold it, ladies," said Cindy from her spot on the couch. "Come here, Tessa."
Latessa slowly walked over to her while Bertha just stood where she'd stopped.
"Ahem," Cindy looked up the naked black maid. "Aren't you supposed to display for me like a good nigger girl?"
She hadn't been told to do that for anyone but Jack, but she knew she had to do what the white woman said. She felt strange spreading her legs out and clasping her hands behind her head for a woman. Especially one almost fifteen years her junior.
"Hmmm," said Cindy. "I see you're all shaved and ready to go. You look like a proper nigger slut."
Cindy reached out and touched Latessa's pussy. The black woman shuddered at the sensation of the blonde's hand on her.
"I bet he's going to fuck you now," she said. "He does love to fuck the niggers. But keep in mind he's just using your body to get himself off. You're like a live sex doll to him, that's all. Because you are just a nigger. Nothing more. Just something for him to stick his dick into. Not even a whore. A thing to be used. Get it?"
Latessa said nothing, her face burning with shame.
"So you had all those people working for you, huh?" Cindy asked, looking up into Latessa's face from her seat on the couch.
Cindy stood, though the top of her head barely came to the black woman's chin.
"That must have been something to see," the white woman went on. "Miss high and mighty sitting in judgment of all those folks. Doling out the raises and vacation time. Writing employee reviews. What power you had over them! 'Yes, ma'am', 'no, ma'am' from all those white men with families to support."
"But now you're here," she stated. "Standing naked and shaved in my living room about to go and be used by my husband like a nigger whore."
Latessa hung her head, her face burning. Listening to Cindy berate her stung, but she stood there and took it. There was, after all, little she could do about it short of walking out. She couldn't afford to do that.
"Well, you're nothing but a nigger now, bitch," she said. "Don't you ever forget it. Too bad my husband doesn't like me to be there the first time he uses a new bitch. I'd love to be there. I will be there next time though. And I'll be there the first time he uses your black ass. That's right girl, he'll shove his cock right up your nigger ass. How about that?"
Latessa didn't know what to say and so said nothing.
"All right," Cindy finished, "that's enough for now. Take your black butt in there and get used. I'm sure you're good for that."
The colored woman dropped her arms and joined the big black girl and continued on to the study. She had been aroused in anticipation of more of Mr. Andrews attentions. The incident with his blonde wife had been a stark reminder of the reality of the situation. The realization left her shamed. The fact that she was already wet for him humiliated her.
Latessa realized she wasn't on her way to meet an exciting new lover. She was on her way to submit to her white master. He didn't see her as sweet young thing. When he looked at her he saw a sexual animal. A nigger bitch for use. Just like Miz Cindy said.
"Don't be takin' Miz Cindy personal," said Bertha quietly. "She loves puttin' niggas in dere place. Dat's fo' sho'! She get all 'cited when she be doin' dat. I loves servin' her an' makin' her feel good, so I's glad to be takin' it from her."
Bertha continued, "another thing I think is dat she don't 'preciate how Massa Jack loves to use us niggas so much. She don't say so, but I think it be da truth. But, it don't matter. Niggas ain't gotta worry 'bout dat shit, no how. All we gotta do is serve dem white folks an' do like dey say an' make 'em happy. Dat's all."
Latessa considered Bertha's words and tried to see things from the big black girl's perspective. Maybe she'd been to quick to judge Cindy. The idea that the white woman was actually getting sexual pleasure out of acting the way she did put things in a different light and the notion that she was a little envious of her husband's attentions gave the negro a small sense of satisfaction. Still, the white woman pissed her off. She'd just have to get used to her.
The two negro maids returned to Jack's study where he was waiting.
"Let's have a look at you," he said, motioning for Latessa to join him behind the big wooden desk.
She quickly came as he instructed and assumed the proper posture for him. He leaned forward and stroked her now bare pussy.
"Very nice," he said approvingly. "Very nice indeed. I was going to give you five strokes for forgetting to tell Tessa she needed to be shaved. But since you did such a fine job on her I'll give you ten."
"Thank you, Massa," she said, trying to hide her smile, the blush almost audible in her voice.
"Get naked, Bertha," he ordered her, "and assume the position. You know what to do."
The big black girl quickly undressed. Jack stood and walked to a cabinet in the corner of the room. By the time he'd selected a wooden switch to use on his forgetful negro servant she was already bent over, resting her hands on his desk, offering up her fat black ass for punishment.
"I'd like you to count them out, girl," he said conversationally.
He stepped closely to her and rubbed both butt cheeks in turn with the palm of his hand. He took a step back, raised the hand holding the switch and...
Thwack!
Bertha flinched from the blow and her large hanging breasts shuddered.
"One, Massa," she said. "Thank you, suh."
Thwack!
No flinch this time, but her breasts still swayed.
"Two, Massa," she counted. "Thank you, suh."
Thwack!
He struck her harder and the big black girl whimpered. Latessa was astounded with herself that she was getting very aroused watching Bertha getting whupped.
"Three, Massa," she gasped. "Thank you, suh."
Thwack!
"Ow!" she cried. "Three, Massa. Thank you, suh."
And on it went until the last one.
"Brace yourself, girl," said Jack. "This last one will be a good one."
Thwack!!
"Agh!" she cried out in pain. "Ten, Massa," her voice wavered. "Thank you, suh."
"That's all, Bertha," he said softly.
He stepped closer to her and ran his hand over the welts that were coming up on her dark flesh. The room was so quiet that Latessa could hear the sound of Bertha's soft whimpering and heavy breathing. Even the almost inaudible sound of her tears dropping onto some papers on Mr. Andrews' desk could be heard. Her own heart pounding in her ears, she wondered what it was like to be whupped like that. She knew that witnessing it left her pussy soaking.
"Good girl," he said at last to the bent over black maid.
Mr. Andrews turned towards Latessa, rapping the switch on the desk top next to Bertha.
"Bend over here, Tessa," he said. "I'm ready for some of that nigger poontang you've got for me."
Latessa stood next to Bertha and bent over, half afraid he would use the switch on her. She heard him unzip his pants and immediately felt him behind her, entering her. Whupping the fat black girl had obviously gotten him hard and watching him to it had the older negress wet and ready.
"I love taking a new nigger for the first time," he said with satisfaction. "I love using them every time, but the first time is always special."
Jack slowly entered the new maid's pussy as she was bent over his desk.
"Damn, girl, but you are so wet!" he said as he fucked her. "You loved watching me whup Bertha's big fat nigger ass, didn't you?"
"Yes, Massa," she said dreamily, her attention focused on his white cock moving in and out of her black pussy, not on the question.
Bertha remained, bent over, standing next to her. Latessa felt so dominated by the white man as she submissively took each thrust into her black body. Jack started to go faster and she could feel the stirrings of an orgasm building inside her. She was starting to get close when she felt him drive deeply into her and ejaculate in her vagina.
"Ungh... ah..." he grunted as he filled her with his seed.
Latessa was disappointed, realizing she wasn't going to get to cum. Jack was clearly only concerned with his own satisfaction, not that of his negro maid. He withdrew himself from her and slapped her on the ass.
"You've got a nice pussy, girl," he said. "I could fuck you all day. But, I've got to get some work done. Clean my dick off."
Her pussy was still throbbing, waiting for release. But that wouldn't be coming this time. Latessa kneeled before her master and licked the mixture of semen and vaginal juices off of it.
"Ok, you niggers can run along now," he said. "Take your clothes with you and get dressed somewhere else. I'll never get anything done with you two here like that!"
Latessa remained on her knees for a moment as the idea sank in that he expected her to dress out in the living room in front of his wife with his semen leaking out of her just fucked black pussy. As she stood, Bertha elbowed her gently.
"What do you say to da man?" whispered the big black girl. "You done got a coochie full o' his cum in you."
Latessa hung her head a little.
"Thank you, Massa," she said quietly. "Thank you for usin' yo' nigga dat way."
"Any time, girl," he replied heartily, "any time."
Bertha and Latessa picked up their clothes and went back out into the living room to dress. Cindy looked up from her magazine to watch.
"Come here, both of you," she ordered. She then indicated the clothing they carried. "You won't need those things. Leave them."
The two black maids dropped their uniforms on the floor and went to the blonde haired woman.
"Hmmm," she mused and looked at the welts on Bertha's ass and the cum running down Latessa's leg. "Looks like nigger number one got whupped and nigger number two got fucked. Is that about the size of it?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied the fat negro girl. "Massa Jack done whupped me and used Tessa after."
"Go dress in the kitchen," she said dismissively. "I think I've seen enough of your nasty black asses already." She looked right at Latessa. "And don't leak on the carpet."
They picked up their clothes again and went to dress in the kitchen.
"Didn't that hurt, Bertha?" Latessa asked the big girl when they were alone.
"'Course it be hurtin', girl!" she answered. "Massa Jack done tore my ass up!"
"But why did he give you more strokes," Latessa blushed, "when he was pleased how you shaved me?"
"'Cause he know how I like it!" laughed Bertha. "Massa know I like him to warm up my fat black ass dat way."
"I... I...," the older black maid stammered, "I don't understand."
"You will, girl," said the big girl with a smile.
* * *
Latessa once again had to deny her husband that night.
"I'm serious, Tommy!" Latessa said sternly. "Don't make this so hard for me. Just believe me when I say I can't do what you want right now."
"Is Andrews... is he fuckin' you?" he asked point blank.
"What do you think, Tommy!" she shot back. "Weren't you the one to deliver me to him? You brought your own wife to that white man! Of course he fucked me! And I sucked his dick. And I swallowed his cum. He calls me nigger and uses my body the way he wants."
"No," replied Tom calmly. "No, baby. You lyin' to me. I know you is. You just mad 'bout all this. That's all."
"Believe what you want to believe," she replied, rolled over, and turned her back on him.
They lay awake in the dark well into the night. Each alone with their own thoughts. Thoughts of Mr. Andrews having his way with Latessa. Thoughts that made Latessa wet. Thoughts that made Tom hard.
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