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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 ride to the Andrews' place was strained the next morning. Tom didn't know what to believe. Part of him wanted her to be lying. It couldn't be true. That his wife was now his boss's to use. The thought of it angered him.
But there was another feeling he was experiencing that disturbed him greatly. Picturing his beautiful black wife sexually engaged with the white man left him strangely aroused. And that feeling left him ashamed.
* * *
Bertha surprised her when she arrived as Latessa was finishing the breakfast dishes.
"I didn't expect to see you until later," she told the big black girl as she closed the kitchen door.
"Miz Cindy be havin' a guest over," explained Bertha. "Dey sho' do like to be havin' dere fun wit' me. So she tell me to come early."
"What kind of fun?" asked Latessa, with some apprehension in her voice.
"You'll see," laughed Bertha. "Dat woman think she better den us niggas. She jus' love to be rubbin' our faces in it. So do her friends."
"What's funny about that?" Latessa questioned her. "Why do you laugh?"
"Ain't you figger'd it out yet, girl?" The fat negro maid looked right at her. "You seen me wit' Massa Jack. You think I's playin' wit' him?"
"I don't understand," the older black woman insisted.
"Da hell you don't!" Bertha laughed again. "I seen you wit' him, too, girl. You jus' tellin' yo'self he be makin' you do all dat. You love it, jus' like me. You jus' ain't ready to be admittin' it. Dat's all."
Suddenly Miz Cindy's bell could be heard. Bertha left Latessa alone in the kitchen as the big negro girl went to her mistress.
It wasn't true, thought Latessa. Why would anyone want to be treated in that way? She thought back to the days not so long ago when she made presentations to the board of directors. The young white man... what's his name... sitting there next to her putting the charts and graphs up on the overhead projector. Fetching her coffee. 'Yes, ma'am', 'no, ma'am', he'd say. That's how she should be treated. She'd earned it.
How could it be possible that she enjoyed being forced to strip for the entertainment of this white man? To call him Massa and herself nigga. To present herself before him so he could use her body for his pleasure. Why did she feel her pussy getting moist at the very thought of it?
The bell rang again. Latessa hurried to see what the white woman wanted. She was unprepared for the sight that greeted her eyes.
Cindy sat on the couch wearing a light sun dress. She leaned back leisurely, her legs open and resting on something. Bertha. The fat negro maid was on her hands and knees with her head up Cindy's dress. The white woman's legs rested on the big black girl's ass. Latessa could see where Bertha's head was moving under the fabric and Cindy squirmed with delight.
"Go get the coffee ready, girl," she said to Latessa breathlessly, her blue eyes half closed, her face flushed. "My guest will be here soon."
The blonde's body twitched a little and she giggled as Latessa turned back towards the kitchen.
Latessa ground the beans and put them in the coffee maker's filter basket. Cindy was a lesbian? Would the white woman expect her to service her the way Bertha did? It was one thing to be made to be used sexually by the master. But by a woman?
And Cindy, of all women! The stuck up bitch. The white woman took every opportunity to humiliate her. Maybe she wasn't a lesbian, the black maid thought. Maybe it was just more humiliation for her. But either way, she didn't think she could do it and couldn't believe that Bertha could in spite of what the big black girl had told her the previous day.
She heard the doorbell ring, but Latessa continued on with her assigned task. Female laughter could be heard in the other room. Bertha came through the door into the kitchen. Other than her maid's cap she was completely naked.
"What's going on out there?" she asked the big black girl, taking in her nude form.
"Miz Cindy's aunt, Miz Catherine be here," replied Bertha. "She old school. Likes us niggas naked. Don't worry, girl. You kin keep dat dress on 'til dey say to take it off. Bring da coffee when it be ready."
Latessa gathered two coffee cups out of the cupboard and put them on a tray along with a cup of sugar cubes and a little pitcher of cream from the refrigerator. Bertha went back out of the kitchen. The older woman watched the big girl's ass shake as she walked across the dining room until the door swung shut.
In a few minutes the coffee finished brewing and Latessa took the pot to living room. Cindy had been joined on the couch by an older white lady.
Catherine Jefferson had mostly silver hair. She appeared to be quite trim and youthful for a woman who may have been as old as sixty. A petite black girl with very dark skin knelt on the floor next to Catherine's feet. She was no older than twenty and was completely nude except for a plum colored leather collar studded with rhinestones. Her head was bowed and her hair cropped short.
Bertha was in the display position with her back to the two white women who appeared to be examining the welts on the big girl's black ass left by the whupping she'd received the other day at Mr. Andrews' hand.
"I have to admit it, Cindy, that man of yours has a steady hand when it comes to whupping a nigger's ass," said Catherine. "The lines are almost parallel! And so even! Well, except for this one." The white lady chuckled. "I bet this was the good one, wasn't it girl?"
The older white lady ran a finger along one of Bertha's welts.
"Yes'm, Miz Catherine," agreed Bertha, flinching. "Dat be da good one, all right, ma'am."
Cindy, Catherine, and even Bertha looked up as Latessa entered the living room. The kneeling negro girl remained still.
"So this is the new nigger wench Jack is on about," said Catherine. "Why is she wearing clothes?"
"I'm sorry, Aunt Cathy," Cindy apologized. She looked up at Bertha. "Why didn't you tell the new nigger to get undressed?"
The blonde haired woman turned back to her aunt, "I swear, between the two of them I don't know which is dumber. But Jack just can't get enough of either one. What can I do? The fat one means well, but the new one's still uppity. Doesn't know her place yet. She doesn't say anything, but I can see it in her eyes."
"Put the tray down and get out of those clothes this instant, girl," Cindy ordered Latessa. "Whatever do you mean parading around in here wearing clothes like you were something more than just a nigger?"
"I's sorry, Miz Cindy," said Latessa, her face burning with shame.
She quickly put the tray down on the coffee table in front of the couch and removed her clothing. After she was naked she immediately assumed the display position with her legs spread and her hands clasped on her head.
"See what I mean?" Cindy asked Catherine. "You can see it in her eyes. She talks respectful enough, but the eyes show it. She thinks she's somebody. She still needs to learn she's not."
"Hmmm. Turn around and bend over," Catherine ordered Latessa. "Let's have a look at that black ass."
Latessa faced away from the white women and leaned over, her legs still spread. She felt very exposed in this obscene position.
"A little long in the tooth but my, what a nice tight looking bud for such an old nigger," the silver haired woman observed. "Hasn't her asshole been used yet?"
"Not yet," answered the blue eyed woman. "But soon."
"Is she a good pussy licker?" Catherine asked. "The uppity ones hate that. Maybe that's why I like to make them do it so much!"
Cindy laughed. "I don't know. Haven't tried her out yet."
Latessa felt her face flush. Listening to these two white woman discussing her this way right in front her shamed her. The notion that she'd put her mouth on another woman's vagina was not attractive to her. So she was confused by some of the feelings the idea was stirring inside her.
"Do you think Jack would mind if I marked her up a bit?" asked the older white woman, eagerly eyeing Latessa's backside.
"Sorry, Aunt Cathy," said Cindy. "He hasn't whupped her yet, and if he isn't the first to put a few stripes on her black ass I'll never hear the end of it. After that, though, no problem. We can make a day of it once he's had his fun with her."
"Pity," sighed Catherine wistfully.
"Go fetch the hair brush, Bertha," Cindy ordered the big black girl.
"Yes'm, Miz Cindy," replied Bertha. "Right away, ma'am."
Bertha immediately left, heading for the master bedroom.
"Well, he can't object to you warming her ass up a little and you are my guest," Cindy told her aunt and smiled.
"Why thank you, sweety!" said the white lady happily. "See, it's things like that that make you my favorite niece!"
Catherine looked up at Latessa and patted her lap. "All right, girl. Up on the couch and lay yourself across my lap like a good nigger."
Latessa swallowed hard before she stepped to the couch, avoiding the kneeling negro girl. Not entirely sure why she was complying with this humiliation, she lay face down so that her pelvis was across the older white woman's lap. Catherine was sitting so close to her niece that the black woman's head was on the blonde girl's thigh.
Bertha returned with a wooden handled hair brush and handed it to Catherine.
"How can you say she's uppity, Cindy?" asked the silver haired woman. "Look how obedient she's being now. Offering that sweet black ass to me so I can warm it up."
Cindy ran her hand through Latessa's hair. "Oh she's an uppity nigger all right, Aunt Cathy. Aren't you, girl?"
The black maid didn't know what to say to that. Latessa knew she was going to feel that brush on her ass no matter what she said.
Whap!
"Ow!" she cried.
Whap!
"Ow!"
For an older woman, Catherine had plenty of arm strength.
Whap!
Whap!
Tears formed in Latessa's dark brown eyes and rolled down her face.
Whap! Whap!
The blows were really starting to hurt Latessa as Catherine kept striking her in the same place over and over. The black maid's cries ran together into loud moaning and she sobbed into Cindy's thigh.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
The sound of the hair brush on Latessa's flesh rang off the walls.
The blonde girl kept gently stroking the black woman's hair.
"Shhh," she said softly to her, "shhh, girl. Be brave." With her other hand Cindy caressed Latessa's bare back. "It'll all be over soon. This is for your own good. You must learn your place. We can't have an uppity nigger serving us. You have to understand that."
Whap! Whap!
Finally Catherine felt that Latessa had had enough or perhaps her arm was too tired to continue. The older white lady put down the brush and gently caressed the black woman's butt. Latessa could smell Cindy's excitement and could feel her own.
"Mmmm," signed Catherine, "she's heated up nicely. And she took it very well. No struggling or anything." She slipped her hand between Latessa's legs. "Oh, my! She's sopping wet! You're wrong, sweety. No uppity nigger loves to be spanked this much. This girl knows her place. Don't you, girl?" She addressed this last question to the black maid.
"Yes'm" she sniveled, her eyes red from crying. "Dis nigga know her place fo' sho'."
"See, Cindy," said Catherine softly, "she's so sweet. Couldn't you just eat her up?"
"Well, maybe I misread her," allowed the blonde woman. "She does seem sweet now. But I think the hair brush might have more to do with that than you think, Aunt Cathy."
"Okay, girl," Catherine said, "I don't care what my niece says, I think you're a good girl and a good nigger."
Latessa felt the older woman's hand begin to rub her wet black pussy. She felt her other hand caressing her sore ass. Cindy continued rubbing her head with one hand and her back with the other. After the beating she took, she welcomed the pleasure she was now receiving in spite of the humiliating position she was in. A minute or two of this treatment and she began to buck her hips against Catherine's hand and softly whimpering.
"Oh, how sweet!" the older white woman said quietly to her niece. "Your nigger girl is humping against my hand!"
Catherine increased the pressure and speed of her attention to the black woman's cunt. Latessa responded by pushing back against each stroke as she felt her pleasure mounting. Her whimpering replaced by moans of pleasure.
"Ma'am," she murmured. "Kin dis nigga cum now?"
"Yes, girl," cooed Catherine. "You may cum for us like a good nigger should."
"Ah!" cried Latessa quietly as her body stiffened slightly. "Oh! Ah. Ahhh..."
Catherine withdrew her hand which was coated with Latessa's cum.
"Here you are, girl," the silver haired woman said.
She offered her hand to the kneeling negro girl in the plum colored collar, who eagerly lapped it clean and then kissed it. The girl looked up into her mistress's face seeking a sign of approval. She cast her eyes down and smiled bashfully when Catherine nodded to her.
"Okay, time to get up," the white lady said to Latessa. "Fun's over for now."
"Thank you, ma'am," said Latessa, remembering her place. "Thank you for makin' dis nigga cum so good. I's so grateful."
"You're very welcome," the silver haired woman smiled at her. "You're a fine negress."
The black woman got back onto her feet, her legs a little shaky. She reassumed the display position. She wanted to demonstrate her obedience and willingness to please the older woman in return for the pleasure she'd received at her hand. She could see Bertha standing next to the couch wearing a slight smile on her face. Cindy's face was unreadable as she looked straight at Latessa. Catherine was beaming.
"See, Cindy," Catherine said to her niece. "No uppity nigger acts like this. She's like a big black kitty cat. How can you not love her? Just look at her!"
The white woman noticed the negro girl kneeling at her feet was now eyeing Latessa's glistening sex and inner thighs. "All right, Lucy," Catherine told her, "you can have a taste."
The kneeling negro girl smiled bashfully and fell to all fours. Lucy crawled to where Latessa was standing and, like an eager puppy, lapped her vagina as well as where her thighs were wet with her juices. Latessa could barely stay on her feet, the girl's soft tongue felt so good to her.
Finally sated, Lucy returned to her mistress and knelt at her feet. Catherine reached out and stroked the girl's short nappy hair.
"Well, I think we should be running along now, Cindy," her aunt said at last. "I love your new nigger. Uppity! The very idea! She's almost as well behaved as Lucy is! I hope Jack hurries up with all of his silly 'firsts' with her so we can have some fun."
Catherine turned to Lucy. "Go fetch your coat and put in on, girl. We're going outside. It's a shame to cover that fine nigger body of yours, but we have to abide by social conventions. Pity, really, if you ask me."
Lucy went on her hands and knees across the carpet and over the flagstones. She only stood when she reached the coat closet. She took out a long purple cloth coat that matched her collar and put it on. She opened the front door as Catherine approached and then followed her out of the house, closing the door behind them.
"Bertha, leave us," ordered Cindy. "I want a private word with Tessa."
"Yes, ma'am," replied the big black girl, who turned and went off in the direction of the kitchen.
"Well, you've got Aunt Cathy convinced," Cindy said, looking up at Latessa. "I think I've been too harsh with you. I just had such a hard time believing that an intelligent, educated woman like you could go from such an important, responsible job to being a simple house maid who only concerns herself with cooking, cleaning, and pleasuring her master and mistress."
"I imagined myself in your position," the white woman went on, "and I knew I'd resent my situation and despise those who I found myself serving. But I think we're both learning the truth about you. You love serving Jack. I think you may even grow to like serving me, in spite of yourself."
"I was wrong to try to put you in your place by insulting you," Cindy admitted. "You truly are a natural nigger. Just like Jack says. Aunt Cathy agrees. And so do I. Now, it's just a question for you. So, let's see. Tell me what you are."
The black maid looked at the floor. She was conflicted. Was it possible that the white woman was sorry for being mean to her? Latessa considered what Cindy had said and saw the truth in it. She had been resentful of the situation, and perhaps she still was. But she did love serving Jack even though she knew it was degrading. The humiliation she felt even served to arouse her. What other explanation could there be for it?
Cindy looked at Latessa, waiting for her reply.
"I'm a nigger, ma'am," she said quietly.
"Excuse me?" said Cindy. "I didn't hear you."
Latessa looked up into the white woman's face. She could feel her pussy tingling as much as she'd willed it not to.
"I'm a nigger, ma'am," she said in a clear voice. "Just a nigger."
The blue eyed woman smiled at her and hiked up her dress revealing a small patch of blonde hair at the top of her pink pussy. She spread her legs without breaking eye contact with the black maid.
"Eat me, nigger." she ordered. "Get down on your knees and eat my white pussy. Show me how good you want to be."
This was the moment of truth, thought Latessa. Up until now the thought of sex with another woman disgusted her. But another woman had just given her an orgasm that she was still glowing from. Lucy's tongue had left her weak kneed. Why shouldn't she go all the way and give the pleasure she had received?
She still didn't want to like Cindy. But somehow, after she'd revealed a little about herself, Latessa saw the white woman in a different light. Not to mention the fact that seeing her spread out like that in front of her made the black maid want to taste her, to see how sweet that pink pussy was.
Latessa got down on her knees and moved her head between the white woman's legs. She could smell the blonde's excitement, her scent was strong and tangy. The black maid inhaled deeply to fill herself with it. She tentatively poked her tongue out and touched Cindy's pink pussy. It was soft and warm. She ran her tongue up her slit and tasted her. She was vaguely salty and very musky.
She lapped at Cindy's sex again, deep into the white girl's slit. Latessa could feel how wet she was and how her thighs squeezed tighter as the black woman's tongue went over her clit. Gradually the negro maid began to discard her inhibitions and licked and sucked on her mistress's pussy the way she herself liked to be licked and sucked.
Cindy moaned with pleasure.
"Mmmm, girl," the white girl murmured, "and I thought you didn't like women. You're doin' just fine."
Latessa could feel the blonde woman's hips bucking as she rubbed her cunt on her black maid's face. Faster and faster, the negro woman could tell her mistress was close and began alternating between thrusting her tongue in her vagina and sucking on her pussy lips.
"Ohhh... Ahhh..." moaned Cindy.
Cindy wasn't a screamer. The white girl gushed into the black woman's face as she climaxed. She didn't release Latessa's head from the grip of her thighs until several minutes after her spasms subsided.
"Stand up, girl," sighed the blonde woman. "Let me see your shinin' face."
Latessa stood, her hands at her sides, her eyes downcast. What had she just done? She knew she'd given pleasure to the white woman. But what choice did she have? The tingle between her own legs was a perfectly natural reaction to sexual stimulation. Nothing to be ashamed of...
"You are quite the pussy licker," Cindy laughed. "A natural. Run along and fix my lunch now that you've had yours. And one more thing... Let's keep our little discussion between ourselves. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Latessa. "I ain't gonna tell nobody, ma'am."
"Good girl, Tessa," smiled Cindy. "I'm glad we understand each other."
* * *
That night Latessa lay awake long after her husband had fallen asleep. She could still taste Cindy's pussy and smell her scent. She could also feel her own wetness. It was almost as if she was more than a servant to the white couple. She was becoming a slave to her own desires. Desires she had suppressed so deeply for so long that she'd forgotten they even existed. But now, they were all coming back to the surface.
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