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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
Tom no longer felt like he was driving Latessa to work anymore. As the black couple went down the suburban street to the Andrews' place he realized he was delivering his wife to her master and mistress. He glanced over at her staring out the side window.
Latessa had crossed that same boundary days earlier. She'd come to think of herself as her master's servant much more than her husband's wife. But why shouldn't she feel that way, she thought? She felt she was the property of her white master. Mr. Andrews was free to use her as he saw fit. Mrs. Andrews, too.
She let herself in through the kitchen door just as the sun was rising. She was surprised to see Bobby, Jack's son, sitting at the kitchen table wearing a bathrobe.
"Massa Bobby!" she said, "Why you up so early?"
"Hello, Tessa," he said, grinning at the black maid. "I've been waiting for you."
Latessa was used to having the first hour or so after she arrived at the house to herself. The change in the routine was unsettling.
"You want breakfast now, sir?" she asked.
"That's not why I'm down here," he responded. He paused. "I know what my father does with you."
Latessa felt a tightness inside herself. Her face was suddenly hot. This boy knew of the shameful things she'd done with Jack? The shameful things that had given her such pleasure?
"I don't know what you mean, sir," she lied.
"Yes you do," he replied, his grin broadening. "He fucks you. I know he does. He fucks all the niggers who work here. He fucks Bertha. He fucked Gladys. He's fucking you. Don't deny it."
Latessa's cheeks were burning. She couldn't believe this white boy was talking to her like this. She couldn't say anything or even look at him.
"And now, I'm going to fuck you," he stated. "Just like I fuck Bertha. Just like I fucked Gladys."
"No, sir," she objected. "That isn't right. A young man like you. How can you say that to me? I'm old enough to be your mama!"
"You're a nigger," he replied. "And niggers are for fuckin'. So I only wanna use you for your intended purpose. Nothin' wrong with that."
"Massa Bobby!" she exclaimed, her shock starting to be replaced with mounting anger.
She was no whore to be used by this white boy. Yes, Latessa realized, maybe she had allowed things to go that far with his father. And his step mother. Her anger started turning to shame as she reflected on her transformation from management professional to house servant to... to what she was now.
"Don't act all shocked," he said. "You know it's true. You know what you are."
"I'm sorry, Massa Bobby," she said. "What would your daddy think if he heard you talkin' like this?"
"My daddy!" he laughed. "Who do you think taught me all that? 'Don't you go messin' with those white girls, boy,' he'd say, 'that's what the niggers are for.' I know some of the girls at school are sluts, but I have to respect the white girls. My father's right that messin' around with them is trouble waitin' to happen. But I want some pussy. And you're a nigger. So give it up!"
"This is shameful, Massa Bobby," she replied. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say any of that and that this never happened. I think you should leave me get to my work and not come back until breakfast time."
"Are you tellin' me what to do, nigger?" Bobby stopped smiling. "Don't you ever do that again! How about I tell that husband of yours what you've been up to here? Suckin' my father's dick like a cheap whore. You want that? I think I'd get a laugh out of it. I'd rather just stick my dick in you, but the look on his face would be classic."
Latessa didn't want this boy telling Tom anything. She knew that she'd already told her husband a little of what was going on, but she felt pretty sure that he was still in denial about it and didn't really believe it. That would change if Bobby rubbed his face in it. Her back was to the wall, or maybe more precisely, on the floor.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said, hanging her head. She could feel a lump in her throat and tears in her eyes. "What do you want me to do."
"Well, that's more like it." he said with a satisfied tone in his voice. "I think the way to start is for you to get out of those clothes. I've been imaginin' what you must look like naked for too long. Now I want to see for myself."
"Right here?" Latessa was shocked.
Megan would be down shortly. She didn't want the eighteen year old to walk in on her brother using the family maid.
"Right here, sir, nigger," he said with a sneer. "You keep forgettin' your place. Maybe I oughtta fuck you in the ass just to remind you of what you are. But, yeah. Strip. Right here. Do it."
Latessa could feel her hands shaking as she untied her apron and started for the zipper on the back of her work dress. She was a grown woman after all, she thought. The mother of an eighteen year old. And here this boy who could be one of her daughter's classmates was ordering her out of her clothes so he could use her body. This was the greatest humiliation yet for the new black maid. Tears of utter shame rolled down her cheeks as she let the dress fall to the floor.
Bobby, meanwhile, was loving every second of it. Latessa could see that his robe was open. The white boy's cock was standing at attention. His eyes glazed as he watched the humiliated negro strip off her clothes and her dignity for his amusement.
She pulled her slip over her head and dropped it on the floor on top of her work dress and apron. Latessa was down to her bra and panties now.
"Massa, Bobby," she pleaded, "there's still time for you stop this. Please don't make me do this. I'd do anything else you wanted. Your sister could walk in on us. Please, Massa Bobby."
"Megan?" he laughed. "It wouldn't be the first time! She came down here once when I had Gladys down on all fours like a dog right where you're standin' now. Had my cock right up her fuckin' nigger ass, if I recall correctly. That snotty bitch Megan just rolled her eyes at me an' walked out. It was fuckin' classic!"
"Now get that fuckin' bra off, bitch," he ordered her. "I wanna see those nigger boobs up close and personal."
The boy may look like a young version of his father, thought the negro maid as she unclasped her bra, but he was mean like his step mother. Latessa continued to weep, shame faced, as she let her bra slip down her arms. The black woman could feel her tears splash on her now exposed breasts.
"Damn!" exclaimed the white boy, "what a rack! Now those are some nice fuckin' hooters! I ask you, why the hell would I want those flat chested white girls at school when I've got a nigger at home with udders like that?"
Finally Latessa took down her panties and stepped out of them.
"Ah, bald nigger coochie!" he said, admiring her smooth shaved pussy. "That's what I like to see! Good old dad. All his niggers got shaved coochies. Now, I know you're supposed to pose for me like a good nigger bitch. So, do it."
Latessa put her hands behind her head and stood with her legs spread in front of the leering white boy. Silent tears continued to roll down her face. Bobby reached out and roughly handled her breasts.
"Yeah, nice udders," he said to himself then looked up into Latessa's wet face. "You're not enjoying this, are you? Don't you know that doesn't matter? Niggers just have to take it."
He grabbed one nipple between the thumb and forefinger of one hand. He used his other hand the same way on her other nipple and squeezed them both, hard. Latessa gasped in pain.
"See, it could be worse," he told her. "All I wanted was some pussy. You thought you didn't have to give it up to me. Now you know better. Don't you, nigger?"
Latessa nodded her head. He squeezed her nipples harder and twisted them. She cried out.
"I asked if you knew better," he repeated. "Answer me, bitch!"
"Yes, Massa Bobby," she replied, trying not to have her pain and humiliation show in her voice. "I know better. You're hurting me."
"Damn straight!" he said, his eyes shining. "It's supposed to hurt, bitch!" He looked more closely into the black maid's face. "Are you crying now?", he asked. "I think you are." He paused and then the grin crept back onto his face. "Now I want you to suck my dick. I want to fuck your crying nigger face. Get on your fuckin' knees, nigger. Suck my dick."
Bobby released Latessa's nipples and she immediately fell to her knees. Slowly, she took the white boy's cock into her mouth. He was rock hard. Latessa bobbed her head quickly hoping to get him off fast. Her tears flowed, unabated.
"Damn, you're a hot cocksucker!" exclaimed Bobby. "Yeah... Ah! Ahhh..."
The negress felt the white boy ejaculate in her mouth. Valiantly, she swallowed most of his semen. She leaned back on her knees and looked down on the floor between Bobby's feet. Now that it was over, she began to regain her composure.
Whap!
The stinging slap across her face caught her totally by surprise. Bobby stood over her, grabbed her chin and jerked her head up so that she was looking right at him.
"Where are you manners?" he asked sarcastically. "I just gave you a mouthful of cum. What do you say to me, nigger?"
"Thank you, sir," she sniveled. The slap had unleashed more tears. "Thank you for cumming in this nigger's mouth."
He spat in her face before releasing her chin.
Whap!
He slapped her again, her head jerking in response to the blow. A long string of semen hung from her chin to her chest.
"All right, then," he said, placated. "That's better. Don't you ever forget your place with me again. I hope this clears up any confusion about what you are and what you'll do."
"Yes, Massa Bobby," Latessa said, looking back down at the floor. "I know my place with you."
Again she felt the telltale wetness between her legs. She despised the uncouth teenage white boy. But being put in her place at his hand had left her aroused. And shamed by the way her body betrayed her.
Latessa looked up and was shocked again to see Megan standing in the kitchen doorway watching her brother and the family maid.
"Jesus, Bobby," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "Do you have to do that shit where I have to see it? Can't you just use the nigger somewhere else?"
"Fuck you, Megan," he replied, irritated. "If you don't like it, it's just tough shit. You're not the boss of me."
Bobby turned and walked out of the kitchen.
"Get my breakfast, you whore," Megan told Latessa, her voice laden with disgust. "And wipe your face off and put your damn clothes back on. Jesus, you think I want to see a naked monkey first thing in the morning?"
"Yes, ma'am," said the exposed black maid. "Right away."
Latessa stood and found a napkin to dry Bobby's saliva and semen off her face. She quickly picked her clothes up off the floor and dressed. She poured Megan's cereal and juice for her. Once again the white girl left without touching it.
The black maid washed her face at the sink and sat at the kitchen table for most of an hour trying to settle herself down. She couldn't believe what had happened. She'd known that Bobby, and Megan, too, where spoiled brats. She had no idea how cruel her master's son could be. They weren't like their father. Even though they weren't Cindy's natural children the did seem to take after her that way.
Latessa's nipples were still sore from where Bobby had squeezed them so painfully. Her face still stung from the open handed slaps he'd given her. She felt totally shamed at being forced to service him. But, like with her master, her shame was accompanied by a feeling of arousal she couldn't deny.
As breakfast hour for the master and mistress of the house approached, Latessa rose from the table and began to busy herself making their morning meal. Jack and Cindy came in and both appeared to be completely ignorant of the events earlier that morning.
After finishing his breakfast, Jack rose and left without saying anything. Cindy lingered behind.
"So, girl," she asked, "have you had your breakfast yet this morning?"
"No, ma'am, Miz Cindy," Latessa replied. "I ain't hungry."
"Ah, well, I've got something for you to eat anyways," said Cindy with an evil grin. "Lie down on the floor. Right now."
The black maid lay on her back on the kitchen floor. The blue eyed woman stood over her, looking down on her. The negress's head was between her feet. Latessa could see Cindy wasn't wearing panties under her skirt from her spot down on the linoleum.
Cindy got down on her knees, her crotch over Latessa's face. The black woman watched as the blonde woman's sex gradually filled her vision. She could smell her strong scent. The maid could tell her mistress was aroused. And in spite of everything, so was she.
Latessa stuck her tongue out in anticipation of the taste of Cindy's pink pussy. She lapped at it at first like a kitten drinking milk. Then as both women's excitement grew, her licking became more like a big black dog greeting her mistress after a long absence.
Cindy rocked back and forth on her servant's face as Latessa continued to alternate between licking her slit and sucking her lips, occasionally reaching her tongue up to flick at her pink clit.
The white woman increased the pressure on her black maid's face, literally humping it. The negress continued servicing her, breathing when she got a chance. Cindy gasped and whimpered, Latessa felt the gush of the blonde girl's cum, leaving her face slick with it.
"Oh, yes..." sighed Cindy. "You are quite the pussy licker. But that's not all I think of you as."
Latessa was surprised by another sudden gush of hot liquid on her face. There was too much of it for it to be cum. The negro maid realized her mistress was peeing on her. She coughed and sputtered as the white woman's urine filled her mouth and ran down her cheeks onto the floor. Cindy just sat there for another minute on the black woman's face. Finally she rose slightly.
"Lick me off, nigger," she order her. "Lick your better clean like a good nigger girl should."
Latessa couldn't believe that Cindy would use her as a toilet in the middle of the kitchen floor. The colored maid had just given her mistress an orgasm and had been rewarded with a face full of piss. The blonde stood and stared down at the degraded negress, her blue eyes shining.
"Lick it up" the white woman ordered her flatly. "Lick my piss up off the floor."
Latessa was in shock as she got up on her hands and knees and lowered her face to the the floor. She started to cry again as she put her tongue in the warm puddle of urine.
"Here, use this," Cindy said, throwing a dish towel over Latessa's head once she saw the black maid was meekly following her orders.
"So, Miz Department Head... Miz Executive. Here you are licking my piss off of my kitchen floor. That's your place now. Never forget it. You are just a nigger here. That's all. Nothing more. Now go clean yourself up. You're filthy."
The white woman straightened her clothing out while looking down at her debased black maid.
"We'll be having lunch on the veranda, I think," she said. "One o'clock sharp."
Cindy walked across the floor. Latessa watched her pump clad feet and listened to the click of her heels on the linoleum. She finished mopping up her mistress's pee with the dish towel. The smell of it filled her nostrils, the taste of urine was on her lips. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks.
The top of her dress was soaked with piss. Latessa made her way down to the laundry and stripped off her clothes. She put them in the washer along with the dish towel and started the machine up. The servant's bathroom had a shower stall so she went back upstairs to wash herself off. Her hands shook as she turned the shower faucet on.
How could she do that to her, she thought, as the warm water ran over her abused body. It was inconceivable, even for that white bitch, to do something so vile. And worse, she had to just take it. It wasn't the job anymore. She just knew she had to take it from Cindy. Just as she'd taken it from Bobby. She knew she was a nigger and niggers have to take it. And the worst part of all was that in addition to the humiliation and shame and even anger she felt, there was something else.
Latessa put her hand between her legs. Her pussy was sopping wet with her own juices. She started rubbing herself faster and faster. I'm a nigger, she thought. I'm just a nigger. She cried out softly as she came, and leaned against the tiled wall as the warm water continued to splash over her.
Finished washing, and cumming, Latessa turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. Nude, she walked across the kitchen to the basement stairs and went down to the laundry room. The washer was already finished. She must have taken longer in the shower than she thought. She put her wet clothes in the dryer and sat and waited for them to finish.
She heard the upstairs phone ringing with the inside ring. It must be Massa Jack, she thought. Cindy always rang her infuriating little bell when she wanted something. Latessa ran up the stairs to answer it.
"What took you so long to answer, Tessa?" asked Jack on the phone.
"I's down doing laundry, Massa Jack," replied the naked negro maid.
"Come to my study," he said and hung up.
Latessa was stuck. She had no clothes to wear so she just went to Jack's study nude. Cindy wasn't in her usual place in the living room. The black woman knocked on the study door.
"Come in," called Jack.
Latessa entered the room to find Jack, still wearing his robe, sitting in one of the tall backed leather upholstered chairs in front of the desk. She was surprised to see Cindy in the other one.
"Where are your clothes, Tessa?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face. "I like the look, but I don't recall ordering you to be naked today."
"My clothes got dirty, Massa," she answered, too humiliated still to admit to what had happened. "So I put them in the wash. They be dry soon."
Cindy leered at the maid as she spoke.
"It's just as well," replied Jack. "I wanted you naked anyways."
"Display yourself properly to your master, cunt!" said Cindy sternly. "Can't you remember anything? When a nigger presents her naked body to her master, she will display it to him for his pleasure. Now do it!"
Latessa quickly spread her legs and clasped her hands in back of her head.
"Forgive me, Massa," she apologized, her eyes downcast.
Jack ignored her transgression while Cindy beamed, having exercised her power over the negro woman in the presence of her husband.
"Have you ever been taken anally?" he asked.
The question caught Latessa off guard.
"Massa?" she couldn't quite believe she heard that.
"You know, fucked up the ass," he said matter of factly.
Latessa felt her face flush and she looked down so as not to meet his eyes.
"No, Massa," she said in a small voice. "Never."
He opened his robe.
"Suck my cock, girl," he instructed. "Get it hard. And the wetter you get it, the easier this will be for you."
The black maid dropped to her knees and took the white man's cock into her mouth. Latessa felt a mixture of apprehension and fear as she sucked Jack's dick. Tom had wanted anal sex, she remembered, and she had told him under no uncertain terms that it was out of the question. She'd heard how it hurt from other women. And the idea of it! To be used in such a degrading way was just more than she could take.
But she knew she would submit to Jack without resistance. She knew what she was and what her place was. There was nothing she could do about it other than get his cock as slippery as she could.
"That's it, nigger," said Cindy.
The blonde was leaning so close to Latessa that the black woman could feel her breath on her face.
"Get your masters dick ready for you black ass," ordered Cindy. "Suck it good. Slobber on it like the nigger dog you are."
Latessa felt her pussy tingling and growing damp. Why did this degrading treatment excite her this way? She felt so ashamed of herself.
"That's enough, girl," said Jack. "Turn around, put your head on the floor."
The black maid did as she had been instructed. A moment later she felt Jack's cock, wet with her own saliva, press at her virgin asshole. She also became aware of Cindy's pump clad foot inches from her head. Obviously, the white woman was positioned to get a good view of the proceedings.
Jack pushed into Latessa's rectum and the colored woman felt as though she were being split in two. She cried out in pain, but the white man kept shoving his cock further up her ass. She cried again, and not for the first time that day, she could feel tears on her face.
Cindy knelt and spoke to her in a low voice. "How do you like this, nigger? My husband has his hard white cock up you fat black ass. Does it hurt bad?"
"Yes, ma'am," Latessa replied in a halting voice. "It hurt bad."
Jack began stroking slowly in and out of the hapless negress's anus.
"Awww, poor girl," Cindy cooed. "But you're just a nigger so you have to take it, don't you?"
"Yes'm, Miz Cindy," Latessa sniveled, "dis nigga gots to take it."
"And if the master wants to use your ass, then you take it up the ass," Cindy continued. "Isn't that right, nigger?"
"Yes'm," replied the black maid, her ass filled with her master's dick.
"I've got half a mind to make you eat me, girl," the blue eyed woman mused, "but I'm enjoying the look on your face too much."
"Ah! Oh.... Uh...." Jack grunted and ejaculated deep in his servant's bowels.
He remained inside her until his cock began to soften. When he withdrew, he admired the small trickle of semen leaking from her asshole.
"You took that well, Tessa," he praised her. "Good girl."
"Thank you, Massa, sir," said Latessa, her voice cracking. "Thank you for usin' yo' nigga's ass and fillin' her up wit' yo cum."
"Glad to do it, girl," he said as he stood.
Cindy stood also and rested one foot on Latessa's head on the floor as Jack looked on.
"What are you, girl," asked the white woman.
"A nigger, ma'am," was her reply. "Just a nigger."
"And you know your place now, don't you?" Cindy questioned her.
"Yes,m," Latessa answered. "Dis nigga know her place. Dat's fo' sho'."
"Good," the blonde said with satisfaction.
Using her foot, Cindy rolled Latessa's head slightly back and forth. She then stepped over the the prone negress and turned and left the study.
"Get up, Tessa," said Jack quietly.
The black woman stood and hung her head in shame, but otherwise assumed the display position. She felt Jack's hand between her legs.
"Mmmm, nice and smooth," he said. "You shaved for me this morning?"
"Yes, Massa," she replied, her eyes half closed. "Dis nigga wants to please you."
"Tessa," he answered approvingly, "you are learning to please me at a remarkable rate."
He slipped his hand lower, and bending some himself, began stroking her pussy between her legs.
"You're wet, Tessa," he observed and began stroking her pussy.
Latessa fought to steady herself at the unexpected pleasure of Jack's touch. He continued caressing her and she felt her excitement building. She couldn't believe she was so aroused following this latest humiliation she'd just suffered on the floor of Jack's study.
"Kin yo' nigga cum, Massa?" she asked softly.
"You may, girl," he answered.
"Ah!" she gave a short cry and Jack felt her gush into his hand. "Ah..."
"Thank you, Massa," she said. "Thank you, fo' lettin' yo' nigga cum. You so kind."
He held his hand up to her face. It glistened with her juices. She eagerly licked it off.
"Good girl, Tessa," he said with a hint of pride in his voice. "Now run along. I've got work to do."
The black maid left study and walked through the living room. Cindy sat on the couch, her eyes closed, her legs splayed wide. Latessa could see Bertha's backside. The big negro maid's head was up under the white woman's skirt. The blonde moaned with pleasure. Apparently, she needed some relief after the goings on in the study, too.
The dryer had stopped already by the time Latessa reached the laundry room. Her clothing was still warm as she dressed. She returned to the kitchen and prepared the lunch to be served on the veranda.
* * *
"I can't tonight," said Latessa to her husband as they lay in bed together. "I'm worn out."
"C'mon, baby," Tom coaxed her, "you say that every night."
"Well, Tommy," she replied, "every night it's true."
Tom drifted off to sleep, ashamed of his arousal at the thoughts of what it might have been that wore his wife out at his boss's house. Latessa felt the same way, though she knew exactly what had done it.
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