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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 events of the previous day seemed almost surreal to Latessa. She reflected on them as she rose to get ready for work the next morning. Could she really have allowed herself to give in so completely to her animal desires? She'd been so thoroughly debased but was only left hungering for more.
And then, she thought, there was Tommy. Where was her husband's sense of propriety? Was it possible that his own lust had entirely overruled his shame? He'd witnessed her total degradation and instead of defending her he became aroused by it all.
Latessa sat naked on the edge of the bath tub with a razor, carefully shaving her pussy bare. The way Mr. Andrews liked it. She could see Tom watching from the hallway and blushed. She stood and closed the door before turning the shower on.
The view of his wife preparing herself to please another man left Tom feeling conflicted. He knew he should be jealous, hurt, or angry. However, when he recalled the scene, Latessa bent over Mr. Andrews' desk, looking her husband in the eye, his white boss's cock buried deep in her pussy, all he felt was sexual excitement. He was ashamed of himself for feeling that way, but he could already feel his dick stirring.
Tom returned to the bedroom and waited for her to come out and dress. He didn't have long to wait. In a few minutes the water went off and Latessa emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She took a bra out of the dresser drawer, and with her back to her husband, put it on. She pulled her slip on before turning around and walking to the closet.
Latessa took one of her identical maid's uniforms out and put it on.
"Aren't you gonna wear any panties?" asked Tom, amused by his wife's forgetting to dress properly.
"No, Tommy," she replied plainly. "Massa Jack likes me available and accessible. No panties."
Tom felt a tightness in his chest. His wife was available and accessible to another man. It was humiliating to him. Not so much that she was doing it, but that he would make no move to stop her.
* * *
The ride to the Andrews' was quiet like so many others. Tom wanted to break the silence by saying something, but all he could think of were questions about what she thought Mr. Andrews would have her do that day. Somehow, he sensed that wasn't the best topic of discussion at the moment.
"I'll come get you this afternoon, baby," said Tom once they arrived.
"Okay, Tommy," replied Latessa. "Bye."
Tom watched her in the rear view mirror as he slowly rolled down the driveway. He saw the kitchen door open and his wife disappeared inside.
He drove around a while before stopping for coffee. He was just about to head to his first service call of the day when his cell phone rang.
"This is Tom Davis," he answered it.
"Where are you, boy?" a female voice replied.
The voice was obviously Miz Cindy. What was she calling him for? All at once his hands grew sweaty and his heart pounded. He could feel his balls twitching.
"I... uh... on the west side...," he stammered. "I'm about to go on a call..."
"I have some things at the dry-cleaners," Miz Cindy told him. "Go pick them up and bring them here before you go on any calls. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, ma'am," Tom assured her. "I understand. I'll take care of it right away..."
Miz Cindy told him where to go and hung up without saying good bye. Tom clicked the end call button on the cell phone and slipped it back into his jacket. He knew he should resent the presumption, but all he could think of was pleasing her and earning her praise. Not to mention the opportunity to see if his wife was being used.
* * *
It was late morning by the time Tom returned to the Andrews' place with Miz Cindy's dry-cleaning. He went up to the kitchen door carrying a pale green dress and jacket on hangers and knocked. Bertha answered the door and raised an eyebrow when she saw him.
"Miz Cindy asked me to drop this off for her," Tom told her. "Can you tell her I'm here?"
"You kin tell her yo'se'f," replied Bertha, leaving the door and standing out of the way. "If Miz Cindy say fo' you to bring it, den she be wantin' you to bring it. Not me."
Tom entered and closed the door. Before he could speak, the doorbell rang.
"I gots to go an' git dat door," Bertha told him. "Massa be 'spectin' his sista, Miz Judy."
The big colored girl turned and headed out of the kitchen, leaving the black man standing there alone with Miz Cindy's dress in his hand. He felt uncomfortable with the notion of venturing into the house uninvited, so he remained where he stood and waited. He could hear voices in the front room.
"Why, Miz Judy, ma'am!" Bertha's voice exclaimed. "As I live an' breath! Ain't you a sight fo' sore eyes, ma'am! I's glad to be seein' you!"
"You're looking as fine as ever, Bertha," replied Judy in a somewhat lower pitched voice.
"Thank you, ma'am," said Bertha. "I go git Massa Jack fo' you right away, ma'am."
"No need for that, girl!" came Jack's voice from the front room. "Good to see you, Judy. I'm glad you could come a day early."
"Well, the way you've been going on about your new nigger maid, I just had to get a look," Judy told him.
Tom shuddered at their words. He was certain she was talking about Latessa.
"We can do that now," Jack said. "She's up making the beds. Bertha, go fetch Tessa."
"Yes, suh," replied Bertha. "I go gits her now fo' you, suh."
"So, this new girl just dropped into your lap, did she?" asked Judy.
"Yes, it was quite a stroke of luck, actually," said Jack. "She's the wife of a colored boy that works for me. She actually used to be a manager out at Genron, but got caught up in the layoffs. Poor girl was working at the 7-11. What a waste of a fine nigger."
"So, naturally, you offered to help!" laughed Judy.
Tom's face burned with shame at hearing his boss's version of the events that had led Latessa and he to this point. It was all true, but the way it sounded was so demeaning.
"Naturally!" Jack replied. "I thought she'd be a handful after having what was an executive job, but she's taken to her new position much more easily than I expected. She's a natural nigger, Judy. And that's not something that's so easy to come by."
"I'm sure Cindy was disappointed," Judy laughed again. "I bet she was looking forward to breaking your new girl. She just loves to put niggers in their place."
"She does, that's true," said Jack. "But, you know I prefer it this way. Sweet nigger girl. Eager to please. And so responsive!"
"Well, I'm anxious to have a look at this new nigger, Jack," Judy told him. "You know how I like to share your interests."
Jack laughed out loud at that. Tom tried to feel anger, but hearing his boss and his sister talk about Latessa that way only served to stimulate him. The image of his wife, naked and used by the white man flashed into his mind.
"And, here she is," Jack announced. "Tessa."
A moment later, Bertha pushed through the kitchen door. Tom was startled by her sudden entrance after his quiet eavesdropping.
"Miz Cindy be up in her room," Bertha told him. "You kin take dat on up fo' her. Don't keep dat white lady waitin'."
"No...," replied Tom. "I won't keep her waiting... You sure it's okay for me to just go on up?"
"Dat's right," said Bertha. "Her room be at da top o' da stairs."
Tom went through the kitchen door into the dining area. Beyond that was the living room. He was anxious about running into Latessa here with Mr. Andrews, but they seemed to have gone elsewhere for the moment. He continued across the living room and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He could hear voices from the corridor that led to the study.
The black man couldn't resist the temptation and crept quietly across the carpeted hallway until he was just outside the study. The door wasn't all the way closed and he could see inside. A white woman with shoulder length brunette hair had her back to the door. She must be the sister, thought Tom. Jack stood next to her and both of them were facing Latessa, still in her maid's uniform.
Latessa felt nervous with the stranger in the room with her and Jack. Even though this was a familiar room and the woman was her master's sister, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
Judy Andrews didn't seem to be an unkind woman in the way that Jack's wife was. She was a few years younger than Jack, barely older than Latessa herself. Long brown hair and hazel eyes, she didn't have Cindy's beauty queen looks, but she did have full breasts and sensuous lips. She was a handsome woman, and something about her made the black maid like her. Perhaps it was the family resemblance to her master.
"Undress, Tessa," Jack told Latessa. "I was Miz Judy to see what a fine negress you are."
"Yes, sir," replied Latessa shyly.
"Let me help you, girl," said Judy, stepping around behind the black woman.
Tom watched with growing excitement as Judy unzipped Latessa's uniform dress and helped her lift it over her head. Next came the slip, which the black woman managed to remove on her own. The white lady took care of unclasping Latessa's bra and the colored maid pulled it off.
Now naked, Latessa put her hands behind her head and laced her fingers together. She stood with her legs far apart and pushed her chest out. Jack beamed as he looked back and forth between his sister and his maid. Clearly, Judy was impressed. Tom, peeking unseen from the hallway, was impressed, too, and reached into his trousers to straighten out his uncomfortable erection.
"Oh my!" exclaimed Judy, "She is such a sweetheart, Jack! I can tell why you brag on her! I see you've got her keeping her pussy bare... What is that, some kind of family tradition?"
Jack laughed. "I suppose it is. You can't deny it's pleasing to the eye."
Tom could clearly see the slit of his wife's vagina as she stood naked in his boss's study. Latessa seemed to have no trouble showing her body off to these white folks even though she'd seemed self conscious with her own husband that morning. The black man could feel the dampness of his pre cum when the tip of his hard dick touched his shorts. The fear of discovery plus the excitement of seeing his wife inspected this way had his heart pounding.
"Do you mind if I indulge myself?" Judy asked her brother, reaching for Latessa's crotch.
"Of course not!" replied Jack heartily. "My nigger is your nigger, Judy. Be my guest."
Judy reached her hand between Latessa's legs. The black maid visibly shuddered and gasped. Tom suppressed a moan, desperate not to reveal his presence. The whole scene was driving him into a mental frenzy.
"Oh, Jack, she's soaked...," said Judy, impressed. "You weren't kidding about her responsiveness. And you've had her for only a month? Amazing. She's a natural nigger, all right."
"Yes," agreed Jack. "And to think she was rotting away behind a desk in some cubicle maze! We won't even talk about that damn convenience store. This is where she belongs. It's what she was made for."
Jack reached out and lifted Latessa's chin and looked her in the eye.
"Isn't that right, girl?" he asked softly. "You were made to serve me. Weren't you?"
"Yes, massa," replied Latessa, naked and in the display position. "This nigga be yo' servant, suh."
The negro maid started bucking her hips into Judy's hand as the white woman continued to stroke her pussy and observe her reactions.
Of course Latessa had no idea that her encounter with Jack and his sister was being observed by her husband. She was completely focused on her master. Her only thought was to please him and make him proud of her in front of Judy, who seemed to share his interests.
"Jack, your new nigger is so precious!" Judy told her brother. "It's just amazing that you could find one like her this way. Bertha and Gladys are wonderful girls, but they were bred and raised to serve. A natural nigger like your Tessa here is a rare commodity. Congratulations!"
"Thank you," smiled Jack. "She's a treasure all right. There's latent niggers like her out there, I know it. Finding them isn't always easy. Sometimes, it just takes a little luck."
Latessa remained standing naked before the white siblings, basking in their kind words. Part of her found the entire scene rather degrading since they spoke about her, not to her. She'd been reduced in status to that of prized possession. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny the tingling sensation between her legs she felt while they admired her body and praised her subservience.
Judy reached out and placed a hand under Latessa's breast and lifted it. The white lady gave the nipple a mild pinch and squeezed her teat. The negro maid inhaled sharply and shuddered.
"Mmmm," murmured Judy. "So responsive..."
Taking Latessa's other breast in hand, Judy repeated the action. She lifted the black woman's mammary as if judging the weight. She gave it a squeeze before stepping back and drinking her nude body in some more. The negro blushed at the attention. Her pussy was on fire.
Tom's eyes were glued to the scene. Seeing his wife handled as if she were livestock was powerfully arousing for him. He wanted to look away, but it was impossible.
"You're right, Jack," Judy was saying. "Her udders are very firm, but still soft. Just the right amount of sag... Are you sure she's old enough to have an eighteen year old daughter?"
"Amazing as it seems, she is," Jack beamed. "I haven't actually seen the daughter yet."
"No doubt that'll change!" Judy told him.
Tom felt a lump in his throat at Mr. Andrews mentioning Darlene. Involuntarily the black man replaced his wife with his daughter in the scene before his eyes. His arousal at the notion shamed him further.
Latessa also had a momentary flash of Darlene in the same position she now occupied. Her teenaged body naked and displayed for the white man. Like her husband, she knew she should feel concern about her daughter being put in such a position. However, all she could think of was how much she'd want her master to like what he saw and the pride she'd feel if he did.
"I'd like a closer look at her genitalia, if you don't mind, Jack," said Judy thoughtfully. "Her labia feel so soft. Very much like Gladys's."
"I picked up on that right away, too," agreed Jack. "Her vagina is really quite wonderful. I think it explains shy she's so sensitive and responsive to touch. She's pretty much always wet. Her clit will just pop out after a single stroke."
"And I'm sure you take every opportunity for that!" laughed Judy.
"Naturally," he replied. "That's what she's for."
This whole inspection was just so incredibly embarrassing, thought Latessa. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny that she loved the attention. She basked in her master's admiration of her naked body and sexual responsiveness, longing for his touch or that of his sister.
Jack looked Latessa in the eye and spoke.
"Up on the desk, girl," instructed Jack. "We want to take a closer look at that sweet pussy of yours."
"Yes, suh," Latessa said in a shy voice.
It wasn't easy for the colored woman to sit up on the desk, lay back, and submit to this humiliating examination. Jack had subjected her to it in the past, but never with company. Still, the white lady seemed to like what she saw and that encouraged Latessa to swallow hard and comply.
Latessa got up on the top of the desk, resting her bare ass on the edge and then sliding herself to the middle of it. She leaned back, resting on her elbows. Her knees were bent and her legs were splayed open. Her shaved pussy was obscenely exposed. Her face burned with embarrassment, but the look of pride on her master's face helped her brave it out.
Tom wasn't prepared for the scene he was watching through the cracked door from the hallway. His eyes grew wide at the sight of his wife sitting naked on Mr. Andrews' desk, wantonly displaying her most intimate parts for the pleasure of the white man and his sister. He barely suppressed a gasp which certainly would have given his presence away.
Jack stood back looking pleased with himself while his sister stood next to the desk, between Latessa's legs. Judy gently ran the backs of her fingers over the colored maid's soft pussy lips. The negress squirmed slightly and moaned with her eyes half closed in response to the brunette's touch.
"Open your mouth, girl," Jack instructed her. "Display all your holes like a good nigger."
Latessa complied immediately and opened her mouth wide, letting her broad tongue loll out and rest on her lower lip. Her orgasm was building. She could feel herself starting to drool, but there was no help for it since her master ordered her mouth open.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" cried Latessa in yelps as she came, sweat beading up on her brown face.
The colored maid gushed into the white lady's hand. Judy smiled and continued stroking the negro's pussy until her soft cries quieted. The brunette held her hand in front of Latessa's face and the black woman gratefully licked it clean like an eager puppy dog.
"Good girl," Judy praised her.
* * *
Tom couldn't take any more without risking making a sound. Plus, he started to be concerned that Miz Cindy could easily catch him in the act. He quietly returned to the bottom of the staircase and went up. Each step he took reminded him of his aroused state as his erection chafed against his undershorts.
The door at the top of the stairs was open. Tom approached cautiously and knocked.
"Who's out there?" came Cindy's voice.
"It's me, Tom Davis," he told her. "I've... a... got your dry-cleanin', ma'am."
"Well, get in here with it then, boy," Cindy said impatiently. "It's about time you got here. I've been waiting for hours!"
"Sorry, ma'am," Tom replied, stepping into the room.
Cindy was seated at a vanity table, brushing her long blonde hair. She was dressed in a thin bathrobe. She looked at Tom in the mirror over the table. The white woman turned around in her seat and looked him up and down. When she noticed the bulge in his pants, she smirked and looked up at him.
"I see you're glad to see me, monkey boy," said Cindy, her eyes sparkling. "Or maybe you've seen something else... You haven't been in here long enough to get a boner looking at me."
Tom blushed and held the dress in its dry-cleaning bag in front of himself in a vain effort to cover his hard on.
"Hang it in the closet, boy," she ordered him. "Now."
Tom looked around the room and saw where the closet was. He went to it and hung the dress near the front with his hands shaking.
"Make yourself useful and get the floral print dress out while you're in there," instructed Cindy.
The black man saw the dress she was talking about and grabbed it. When he turned around, his heart leapt into his throat. Cindy was standing in front of him. She undid the sash of her bathrobe and it fell away, revealing her naked body underneath.
Tom's mouth fell open. The sight of Cindy's perky breasts and hard pink nipples took his breath away. He tried to avert his eyes, but caught a glimpse of the little bush of blonde pussy hair just above her exposed pink slit.
"What's wrong with you, boy?" she asked, irritated. "Give me that."
Turning his head away, Tom blindly handed the dress to Cindy who snatched it away from him. By the time he turned back towards her, she had it on.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he apologized. "I didn't mean to look."
"So what if you did?" Cindy replied, rolling her eyes. "You think I'm gonna be bashful in front of a nigger? Honestly! Listen, boy, I was raised in a house with servants. How am I supposed to get dressed properly if they can't see me to do it? You think I'd get embarrassed if the dog saw me naked? I don't think so."
The white lady's rebuke was humiliating. Comparing him to an animal. A dog. Not worthy of her modesty. Still, the image of Cindy's naked body was burned in his mind. It completely replaced the one of his wife being molested downstairs.
"No, ma'am," stammered Tom, "I don't mean no disrespect."
"Zip me up," Cindy commanded, turning her back to him.
Tom pulled the zipper up, fastening Cindy's dress. When she turned back towards him, her expression had softened.
"All right," she said. "I know you didn't mean anything. You just want to be a good boy, isn't that right?"
"Yes, ma'am," Tom told her.
"You should be happy," Cindy went on. "You're a lucky nigger to see a white woman's body. You should consider yourself honored."
The colored man's face went hot again.
"I... do..., ma'am," he struggled to say.
Cindy looked back down at Tom's crotch. His dick was straining against the fabric of his slacks.
"I see that little tent is still there in your pants, boy," grinned Cindy wickedly. "Is it for me this time?"
Tom could feel the sweat rolling down his forehead and his heart pounded in his ears. He wasn't sure what the right answer was and didn't want to give the wrong one for fear of losing this moment that had his dick throbbing.
"So, boy, your wife is my husband's bitch now," she started. "He's down there showing her off like a new toy. And you're such a nigger that you like it. You love seeing your monkey wife used like a thing. Admit it."
Tom's mouth was dry and he said nothing. It was humiliating for him to hear it again from Cindy. He was ashamed because he knew it was true.
Without warning Cindy grabbed Tom's crotch and squeezed the black man's testicles. He yelped like a struck dog from the pain and shock of it.
"I asked you a question, boy," growled Cindy. "Answer me. Forget your place with me and you'll regret it."
The blonde woman squeezed harder and twisted her wrist slightly. Tom's knees buckled.
"I'm sorry, ma'am!" he cried. "I do. I admit it!"
"Admit what?" asked Cindy, making no move to release him from her painful grip.
"I... love... seein'... my... wife... used... that... way...," groaned Tom.
"Why?" Cindy queried, an evil grin on her face. "What kind of man would want that?"
"A nigger, ma'am," gasped Tom, his balls in agony.
"Is that the same kind of man who'd let a woman half his size grab him by the balls?" Cindy's voice was suddenly mocking him.
"Yes, ma'am," Tom answered, his voice straining.
"But that's no kind of man at all," Cindy explained. "Is it, boy?"
"No, ma'am," replied Tom. "I guess not."
Cindy released Tom's testicles and put her hands on her hips, her chest heaving. The white woman was obviously aroused at having exercised such cruel power over the negro.
"I guess not," Cindy repeated.
Tom struggled to compose himself, his balls screamed in pain. His cock was so hard he could feel his dick flesh stretching. The diminutive white lady had thoroughly emasculated him and he'd been powerless to object. But, being controlled in that manner had been incredibly exciting for him. He was ashamed to realize he longed for her to do it again.
"Strip, monkey boy," she ordered flatly.
"What?" Tom replied, stunned by the command. "But..."
Whap!
Cindy slapped him hard across the face.
"I said strip, monkey boy," she repeated herself sternly. "Either strip or get the fuck out of here."
Tom's mind reeled. What was Cindy doing? Did she really expect him to undress here in her bedroom? What if her husband caught him? What about Latessa?
"You've got until the count of three," Cindy warned him. "One..."
The black man quickly took his necktie off and began unbuttoning his shirt. The blonde's expression went from angry to smugly satisfied. His shirt off, Tom let his slacks drop and stepped out of them. His hard on poked through the fly of his boxer shorts. It humiliated him to be seen this way, but it felt good to him somehow.
"I thought you'd come around," smiled Cindy. "You fuckin' nigger. Now finish up. Get those clothes off. Monkeys don't wear clothes."
Blushing, Tom pulled his tee shirt over his head. Cindy watched with rapt attention as slipped his shoes off, dropped his boxers, and took them off along with his socks. The black man stood humbled in front of the blonde woman, his head bowed.
He looked up when he heard a drawer slide shut. Cindy had retrieved a pair of white cloth gloves from her vanity and was putting them on her hands. She turned the chair to face the room and sat in it.
"Here, boy," she commanded.
Without looking up, Tom shuffled over to stand in front of her. He groaned again when he felt her gloved fingers wrap themselves around his still aching balls.
"Does that hurt, monkey boy?" she asked in a little girl voice.
"Yes, ma'am," Tom replied.
Cindy squeezed harder. Tom groaned again, but his dick strained under the power of his erection.
"Still hurts?" Cindy asked sweetly, looking up at him.
"Yeah," croaked Tom. "Worse."
"I like hurting nigger boys," again with the little girl voice. "I like hurting their cocks. You want me to stop?"
"No, ma'am," Tom admitted.
"You sure?" smiled Cindy wickedly and squeezing harder.
"Oh, shit...," Tom uttered. "Fuck..."
"Your cock is so hard right now, boy," the blonde told him, her blue eyes sparkling. "I can see the monkey goo leakin' out of it."
Tom opened his eyes and could see the long strand of pre cum hanging off the tip of his dick. Cindy continued to grip his testicles tightly with one gloved hand, but wrapped the other around the shaft of the black man's cock.
He'd never felt anything so intense in his life. The pain was severe, but the arousal was incredible. He felt as if he were about to cum even though Cindy hadn't even given him a single stroke. She released the hold on his balls, while at the same time, her nails dug into his dick through her gloves. She thoughtfully hefted his nut sack.
"You haven't released since yesterday, have you, monkey?" Cindy asked conversationally. "I can tell by the way they feel."
"No, ma'am," replied Tom, again ashamed at allowing this humiliation to continue.
"It's a good thing you're not sticking this dick in your monkey woman's holes without permission, boy," she told him. "She's ours now, you know."
"Yes, ma'am," said Tom. "I know."
"Do you want to be my little nigger boy?" asked Cindy in the little girl voice. "My monkey boy?"
"Yes, ma'am," Tom agreed.
Cindy's nails dug in further. Tom felt as if he were about to ejaculate.
"Monkeys don't cum unless their owner tells them to," Cindy informed him. "Are you sure you want to be my nigger monkey boy?"
"Yes, ma'am," Tom assured her.
"All right, then," Cindy said with satisfaction. "Jack has his nigger bitch, and I have my nigger buck. It's as it should be, isn't it, boy?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Tom, willing himself not to cum from the intense stimulation.
"This is my property," she told him, digging her nails into his tortured dick flesh hard for emphasis. "Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Tom replied, about to burst.
Just as suddenly has she'd grabbed his cock and balls, she released it. His engorged organ bounced and swayed as she withdrew her gloved hand. The string of pre cum reached the floor.
"Put your head on the floor, nigger," she commanded him. "Right at my feet."
Tom immediately went to his knees and bent over, resting his face on the carpet. Cindy placed her foot on the back of his head.
"I own you, boy," she told him with conviction. "You'll do as I say. I say you're forbidden to cum. I will check when it pleases me to do so. Believe me, I can tell. If I find you've been a bad monkey and disobeyed me, that's it. So you be a good boy or the nice white lady won't play with you. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Tom, his voice muffled by the carpet.
"Good," she said finally, lifting her foot off Tom's head. "Get out."
"What?" he said, dumbfounded.
"You heard me," Cindy said patronizingly. "I said get out. Go back to doing whatever you were doing when I called. I'm through with you for now."
Tom's looked up, bewildered. Hadn't he done everything she wanted? His dick was ready to explode.
"Please, ma'am!" he begged. "I've gotta get off after that!"
"Get up on your knees," ordered Cindy.
Relieved, Tom rose up. He was ashamed to realize that he didn't mind if she started squeezing his balls again. The humiliation was worth it since he knew that one more touch and he'd shoot off and get some relief.
"Look at me, nigger," she commanded him.
Tom looked up into her shining blue eyes. She spat in his face.
"Get out," she said. "Take your monkey suit with you. You'll get off when I say you can and not a second sooner."
Realizing the encounter was over, Tom gathered his clothing and left Cindy's bedroom. He dressed in the hall at the top of stairs. Gingerly, he crept down the stairs. His testicles aching and his dick pulsing, forming a huge bulge in his trousers.
He hurried through the house and out through the kitchen. Bertha watched from the kitchen window as he got in his car. He could plainly make out the smile on her black face. Tom started the engine and left.
* * *
Back in the study, Latessa was still in the reclining display position on Jack's desk. Leaning back, resting on her elbows, legs open, knees bent. Available and accessible. She was completely unaware of the goings on with her husband. The entire time Cindy had spent putting him deep into his place, the colored maid had been enjoying the afterglow of the orgasm her master's sister had given her by stroking her black pussy.
""I'll have to catch up with you later, Judy," Jack was saying. "I've got a lot on my desk that I've just got to take care of now."
"I can see that, Jack," smiled Judy knowingly. "I'll do the polite thing now and excuse myself. I'm sure you want some alone time with your property."
"Thanks," Jack told her, smiling. "As a matter of fact, I would. See you at lunch."
Judy left the study, closing the door behind her.
"How do you want me, massa?" Latessa asked him.
"Just like you were, girl," replied Jack, unbuckling his belt.
Latessa blushed and opened her mouth back up and lolled her tongue out for her master. All her holes were on display, just the way he liked it.
Jack climbed up on the desk and plunged his dick into Latessa's pussy and pounded into her hard. The sloppy wet sound of her well lubricated cunt filled the room along with the smell of her sex.
Latessa once again was reduced nothing more than an instrument of her master's pleasure. An object for his sexual gratification. She'd had a hard time admitting it to herself, but she loved it. To just lay back and take it and let the pleasurable sensations wash over her. Her only concern was to please her master. He'd take care of everything else.
"Uh... uh... uh...," Latessa made guttural noises and let her head roll backwards.
This orgasm wasn't as powerful as her first, but just as satisfying. It had barely begun to take hold of the negress when she felt the white man release inside her. She looked back into his eyes, a happy dumb look on her open mouthed face, while her pussy squeezed and milked the seed from her master's cock.
Jack grunted and pushed himself up and off the desk to his feet. Latessa remained in position on his desk, semen oozing out of her vagina and pooling on the desk top between her legs. She knew it pleased him to see her in this well used state so she wasn't going to move until he told her to.
After a minute he told her, "all right, girl. Get down from there and clean up."
"Yes, suh," smiled Latessa, sliding down from the desk and kneeling on the floor. "Kin this nigga clean your cock off, suh?"
"Of course," replied Jack.
Latessa took his wet dick in her mouth and noisily slurped her slime off it. She looked up at him waiting for a sign of approval. A warm feeling washed over her when he put his hand on her head.
"Good girl," he praised her.
The colored maid rose and turned back towards the desk. Leaning across it, she put her face near the puddle of semen that had leaked out of her. Sticking her tongue out, she licked and sucked it up. She turned around to meet his eyes and once again searched his expression hopefully.
"Good nigger," Jack told her. "Run along now and help Bertha with lunch. I'll see you then."
"Yes, massa," said Latessa.
The naked negress padded out of her master's study, her ample black ass swaying with each step. Jack watched contentedly while Latessa let herself out and closed the door.
She dressed in the hallway at the bottom of the stairs and walked through the living room. Judy was leaning back on the couch, her head resting on the top cushion, her legs splayed open. Under her skirt, Latessa could see Bertha's fat black ass. The big negro girl was on her hands and knees, her face up in the white woman's crotch.
Judy looked up at Latessa through half open eyes for a moment before resting her head back again and moaning quietly. The black maid blushed and became self conscious about intruding on the white lady's privacy. Quickly she hurried into the kitchen and started lunch.
* * *
It was late afternoon by the time Tom pulled up the driveway of the Andrews' place and turned off the motor. Latessa had been watching for him from the kitchen window and slowly made her way out the door and down to the car.
"You look tired, Tommy," she told her husband. "Rough day?"
"You don't know the half of it, baby," he replied. "I'm beat."
He turned the key and drove out the way he'd come in.
After a few minutes Tom turned to his wife.
"How'd it go, Tess?" he wanted to know.
Latessa reflected on the activities of the day. She was still feeling the afterglow of the two orgasms she'd had. One at the hand of Judy and the other under her master. She felt a little guilty that she was able to completely let herself go and be a wanton slut for Jack and his sister, but felt strangely reserved around her own husband.
"How it always goes," she smiled. "If you want, I'll tell you about it when we get home. I think you'll like hearing about it."
"Yeah...," he said absently. "I would."
* * *
That night after the lights were out, Tom lay on his back on his bed. Latessa was on her side facing him, gently running her hand through his chest hairs.
"Mr. Andrews' sister came to visit," she told him. "She's alot like him. Not like Cindy. I know you how you feel about that bitch."
Tom blushed and was relieved his wife couldn't see his reaction. Latessa didn't know how he felt about Cindy and he was ashamed to tell her. She continued to move her hand lower on his body.
"He had me strip for her," Latessa went on. "They made me stand there naked while she ... well ... inspected me. I bet you'd like to watch while a pretty white lady inspected your wife that way, wouldn't you, Tommy?"
"Yeah," he agreed, his cock standing tall.
"I guess you would!" smiled Latessa, her hand reaching her husband's dick and slowly stroking it. "She made me cum. Then Jack fucked me on his desk. I felt like a slut."
Tommy knew he couldn't last long at this rate. He remembered Cindy's orders. If she could tell he'd gotten off since she checked, the painful ecstasy he'd enjoyed from her was over. His arousal was intense. Pre cum dribbled from the head of his cock. He reached down and gently grabbed Latessa's hand, stopping her.
"What's wrong, Tommy?" she asked. "I thought you liked hearin' about what the white folks do to me."
"I do, baby, I do," he replied. "It's just that I... I'm so beat. That's all."
"Okay, Tommy," Latessa told him before kissing him on the lips. "I'll tell you another time when you're not so tired."
"Thanks, Tess," he said. "I'd like that."
Latessa turned over and went to sleep while her husband lay awake, his balls still aching, imagining the feel the cruel white lady's hand digging her nails into his cock. Even the memory was a continuation of the sweet agony he'd experienced and desperately wanted again.
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