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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
Dawn was breaking as Tom pulled into the Andrews' driveway, delivering Latessa to work. She hadn't mentioned anything about how her husband had declined the pleasures his wife offered him the night before.
Latessa had been puzzled about Tom's seeming lack of interest in hearing her retell the events of the day she'd spent as the sexual servant of their employer. However, she took his claims of fatigue at face value and hadn't pressed it at the time.
Tom was just as happy she didn't bring it up. He wasn't sure how he could explain to Latessa that Cindy had forbidden him sexual release without her orders. It was a humiliation to the extreme for him to have allowed the white woman to essentially taken control of him that way. However, even the thought of it now in the cold light of morning was enough to get him uncomfortably erect.
"I'll see you this afternoon, Tommy," said Latessa, closing the car door.
"Yeah," replied Tommy absently, "see ya then."
The tall black man looked at the darkened house and thought of the cruel white lady inside. Tom's balls still ached a little from the way Cindy had abused them. The kitchen light came on as Latessa entered the house, startling him from his thoughts. He turned the car around and left.
* * *
After he'd stopped for breakfast, Tom headed into the office. He was surprised to see Jack Andrews already at his desk.
"Tom, my boy!" called Mr. Andrews jovially. "Come here a minute, will you?"
"Yes, sir?" asked Tom, stopping in the office door way.
He had a weird feeling talking to Mr. Andrews. This was the first time he'd actually spoken to his boss outside of his home since things had changed so radically. Jack's tone was friendly, just as it had always been since Tom had come to work for him. The normalcy seemed odd, considering the white man was now his wife's master.
"Look, Tom, I'm gonna be hung up here all day," Jack was saying. "I'd like you to swing by my place and run Tessa out to my father's house. I want him to meet her and I think the respectful thing to do is for you to bring her by. That won't be a problem, will it?"
Tom felt his face flush at his boss's request. Now he expected him to deliver his wife to someone who was essentially a total stranger. A total stranger who had more rights to Latessa's body than her own husband. The excitement he felt at the idea shamed him. Really, this was no request at all, he rationalized. Despite the tone, this was an order.
"No, not at all, sir," Tom told him. "I've got some time right now."
"Excellent!" smiled Jack. "I'll call home and make sure Tessa has directions. You might as well head on over there now."
"Yes, sir," said Tom. "I'm on my way."
The tall black man left the building and got in his car. His hands were sweaty on the steering wheel. He tried to focus on his driving the whole way over to the Andrews' place, but the thought of delivering his wife to the home of a stranger to be used made his cock stiffen up.
Soon he was easing up the driveway of his destination. Tom was just about to turn off the motor when Latessa appeared at the kitchen door. Still in her maid's uniform, she walked up and let herself in.
"Hi, Tommy," she greeted him sheepishly. "I hope you're okay with this... It's not like we got much choice."
"It's okay, baby," he replied, his mouth dry.
Latessa glanced into her husband's lap and saw the bulge in his trousers. She looked back up into his face.
"I guess it is okay," sighed Latessa. "I'm pretty nervous. I don't know anything about Massa Jack's father except that I'm supposed to call him Big Daddy."
"Big Daddy!" exclaimed Tom.
"Yes. Big Daddy," repeated Latessa.
Tom's felt the shameful excitement building hearing this information. The idea of driving his wife off to be used by some stranger had his dick twitching.
"Alright," said Tom, putting the car in gear. "Better not make him wait."
Tom looked straight ahead and drove off. Latessa told him where to turn as they made their way through the suburban streets. Gradually, the well kept lawns and shrubberies gave way to woods. Finally they came to a mailbox marked "Andrews" next to a gravel driveway that went off into the trees.
Latessa was amazed at how different this part of town was only a few miles away from Jack's house as she watched the woods go by out the car window. The sun shone brightly through the trees in spots, while much of the road was in shadow. They went around a bend in the driveway and there was a clear area.
A two story house with white clapboard siding stood directly ahead. They drove by what looked like a barn next to a fenced grassy field before they arrived at the house. They parked next to what appeared to be a screen porch on the side of the building. Latessa climbed out while Tom waited from inside the car.
Latessa could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she approached the porch door and knocked. She was surprised when the inner door opened and she saw a familiar face coming towards her. Bertha. She was even more surprised to see that other than her maid's cap, the big black girl was naked when she opened the porch door.
"Bertha!" exclaimed Latessa. "I ... what are you doin' here?"
"Dis be where I lives, Tessa," she replied, without a hint of self consciousness. "I lives here wit' my mama an' Big Daddy. Ain't you know dat?"
"No...," said Latessa, struggling trying to decide if she should ask about Bertha's nudity.
"Well, now you does!" smiled Bertha. "I takes care o' Big Daddy in da mornin' 'fore I come over to Massa Jack's. You kin come on in."
Bertha held the screen door open to let Latessa in.
"I be sendin' her back out when Big Daddy through wit' her," Bertha told Tom. "I ain't know how long he gonna be wit' her. He ain't come down fo' breakfast yet. You kin wait here."
Latessa reached the inner door and waited for Bertha to open it. She could barely see Tom through the screens. Bertha went past her and grabbed the door knob.
"You gotta git dem clothes off out here," Bertha told her. "Big Daddy ain't want no niggas wearin' clothes in dis house. He say it ain't natural. Jus' put 'em on dat chair."
The black woman swallowed hard. She was about to strip naked on the porch of a house she'd never been to while her husband watched from the car. Then she was going to go into an unfamiliar house to be used by a stranger she'd never met. But, that is what her master wanted, so that was what she was going to do. She wanted to do Massa Jack proud and please his father.
Latessa unzipped her maid's uniform dress and pulled it off. Next came the slip and then her bra. She hadn't been wearing panties, so she was naked except for her maid's cap. Since she saw Bertha was wearing hers, she felt she should leave it on. She slipped off her shoes and was ready to enter.
Tom watched intently as his wife undressed on the porch of some white man neither of them had ever seen. The woman he married, but could no longer have without permission, was about to give herself to a stranger. A stranger who would be able to do any and everything to her at his whim. A stranger with far more rights to Latessa's naked body than her own husband had. It was a humiliation for the black man. His erection throbbed.
Bertha opened the door into the house and led Latessa through the kitchen. The smell of breakfast filled the air. Past the kitchen was the entrance way from the front door. Opposite the front door was a wide staircase that went upstairs and a hallway that led further into the house.
The big black girl continued down the hallway which opened onto a large living room. Daylight streamed in through the large paned window that lined one wall. The ceiling was high with thick wooden beams that ran the length of it. The floor was hardwood with a big braided oval rug covering most of it. A comfortable looking couch and a few overstuffed chairs were around the edge of the rug. Near the window was a large heavy looking wooden table.
Outside the window, Latessa could see Tom's car. She couldn't make her husband out through the glare on the windshield. She knew he was there, though. She wondered if he could see in.
A large naked black woman was polishing the table. She turned and looked up when she heard Bertha and Latessa's foot steps approaching. Latessa blinked at the sight of her. She looked almost exactly like Bertha. Her hair was graying and her breasts were a little saggier, but other than the differences of age, she looked the same.
"Mama?" said Bertha. "Dis be Tessa, Massa Jack's new nigga maid."
"Tessa?" smiled Bertha's mother. "I's pleased to be meetin' you girl! Bertha be goin' on all 'bout da new nigga maid! She say you so pretty an' she ain't lyin'! Massa Jack, he sho' got da eye fo' a pretty nigga gal! Dat man be a chip off da ol' block, dat's fo' sho'! Jus' like Big Daddy hisself!"
"Pleased to meet you, too..., ma'am," stammered Latessa, slightly embarrassed at the gregarious welcome she'd received.
"Eloise, girl," laughed the old colored woman. "I ain't no ma'am! Jus' Eloise. Oh, lawdy! Big Daddy's gonna love you, girl!"
Eloise reached out and gave Latessa's breast a squeeze. Latessa blushed at being handled in such a familiar way by the old negro woman she'd just met.
"My, oh, my..." sighed Eloise happily. "He sho' is gonna love you..."
"Thank you, Eloise," replied Latessa. "Uh... where is... Big Daddy?"
"He be upstairs," Eloise told her. "But, he be comin' down soon. We best be gittin' you ready fo' him. He likes his niggas jus' so." She turned to her daughter, "Bertha, girl, he'p Tessa up on da table an' show her how she gotta be fo' Big Daddy. He gonna be wantin' to see all her stuff."
"Yes, mama," said Bertha.
Up on the table! Latessa wasn't sure she'd heard right. Was Big Daddy going to examine her? After a second's consideration, she knew the answer. Of course he was. Massa Jack always took great delight in examining her naked brown body as if she were a prize farm animal. His sister Judy obviously enjoyed the same thing. No surprise their father did as well.
Bertha helped her climb up on the heavy wooden table in front of the big window. Again, Latessa could feel the butterflies in her stomach. Knowing that she'd be presented to a stranger she'd never even laid eyes on had the colored woman feeling very anxious.
"Jus' lay on yo' back, girl," Bertha told her. "You ain't gots to stay in position while you waitin' fo' him. But, when you hears him comin', you gots to be showin' yo' stuff off proper like. Same as Massa Jack like you bein'."
"Prop yo'se'f up on yo' elbows an' open dem legs up wide," the big black girl continued the lesson. "Bend yo' knees so da white man kin see yo' nigga coochie openin' up to him. Keep yo' mouf open wit' yo' tongue out. Don't be talkin' 'less he ask you somethin'. Make sho' you keep yo' eyes down while he be usin' you, too."
"Yes, I remember," blushed Latessa. "Massa Jack makes me display for him like that all the time. I always feel so exposed an' vulnerable."
Bertha grinned broadly.
"Dat's how you offer yo' holes up to a white man, girl," added Eloise. "Shows him you knows yo' stuff be fo' pleasin' him. Stayin' quiet an' keepin' yo' eyes down is showin' him da respect he got da right to. Ain't yo' place to be intrudin' on a white man's enjoyment of his nigga girl."
Latessa knew that a few weeks ago, this kind of lesson would have made her indignant, even from Jack. But now, she only felt herself getting more excited at the idea of being used by this stranger she had yet to meet. She could feel the wetness between her legs in the cool room air.
"She creamin', mama! I tol' you dis nigga be hot in da tail!" Bertha told her mother. Then to Latessa, "I can't hardly believes you da same nigga come to Massa Jack's house all uppity an' shit. I's thinkin' you likes gittin' used dat way."
"It's good dat you be likin' it, girl," Eloise said. "Jus' don't forgit what you for. You fo' pleasin' da white man what be usin' you. If it please him to make you cum, don't go losin' yo' head. You jus' make sho' he kin enjoy you cummin' an' be ready to git back to bidness an' take care o' his needs."
"Big Daddy comin', mama," said Bertha, glancing towards the hallway. "I kin hear him on da stairs."
Eloise and Bertha both got on their knees facing the hallway. Hands behind their heads, chests out, and legs wide apart. The two negro women displayed their naked bodies the way their master preferred. Latessa remained on the table, propped herself up on her elbows and spread her legs wide with her knees bent. Like Bertha and her mother, she waited with her mouth open and her tongue laying flat over her lower lip.
Latessa resisted the temptation to turn her head to see Big Daddy. She knew it wouldn't be appropriate and she'd see him soon enough anyways. The black woman could feel her face hot with embarrassment at how she must appear. She tried not to think about how well she could be seen through the window there next to the table. She remained in place and waited for instructions to do otherwise.
Her mind boggled at the situation she'd allowed to herself to get into. Here she was, naked in a stranger's home, her intimate parts completely available and obscenely displayed, all for the benefit of some man she had never laid eyes on, let alone spoken to. Finding her this way would be his introduction to her. If first impressions were the most lasting ones, in his eyes she'd always be a slut. A mere collection of soft warm places to put his dick. Fuck meat.
Suddenly, Big Daddy stepped into view. Latessa could see him standing there right between her splayed open legs. The white man was tall and broad shouldered. He appeared to be in his mid sixties or there abouts. He was bald on top with a fringe of graying brown hair around the edges. He was dressed in a blue and gray plaid bathrobe which hung open to reveal a thick carpet of chest hairs and a round belly.
Big Daddy slowly walked around the table, never taking his eyes off the naked negress on display. Latessa shuddered involuntarily when she felt his hands on her. With one hand he stroked her hair and face while the other groped her bare breasts, gently squeezing them. He traced a finger around her lips before forcing her mouth open wider and examining it thoughtfully.
No sound could be heard other than Latessa's heavy breathing. Big Daddy's hand left her breast and moved down across her belly eventually finding her sex. The old white man ran a finger across the negress's pussy lips eliciting a gasp which put a smile on his face. She could feel that her clit was popped out and exposed.
Walking back around the table, Big Daddy stopped where he'd started. He stood between Latessa's open legs and bent down, putting his nose inches from her crotch, and inhaled deeply. The colored woman blushed knowing that her state of arousal was blatantly obvious. Somewhere in her mind, she was still trying to tell herself she had no choice but to submit this way. However, she knew there was no denying how excited she was at being examined like animal breeding stock.
Without warning, Big Daddy lapped his tongue along the entire length of Latessa's vagina. He licked her again, this time more firmly, working his tongue between her pussy lips. The black woman's head rocked back and she closed her eyes. She certainly hadn't expected this.
Latessa had never felt comfortable about receiving oral sex in the past. She hardly ever let Tom do it to her. It felt good, but she was self conscious about having a man see her and smell her so close up. Now she was freed from such concerns. Big Daddy was doing what he wanted for himself, not for her. All she had to do was lay back and take it.
"Ahhh...," she moaned with pleasure. "Ohhh..."
The colored maid felt the white man push his tongue right up inside her and slowly fuck her with it. He kept it up for a minute before running it back up to her clit. He flicked at the little nub for a few seconds before taking it between his lips and sucking gently on it. It was all Latessa could do to restrain herself from clamping her thighs around Big Daddy's head and grinding her pussy on him.
Big Daddy put his hands under Latessa's thighs and pushed her legs up and open in one motion. She slipped off her elbows and her back was now flat on the table top. The white man had the negro maid's vagina completely exposed and accessible to him. He put his mouth back over her pussy and sucked her lips, still working his tongue between them. Then he touched her clit with it.
"Ah!" cried Latessa, her eyes opening wide. "Ahhh! Oh! Ohhh..."
The black woman's pussy gushed as she came. She couldn't help but hump at Big Daddy's face. He responded by pushing his tongue up her hole.
"Ohhh...," moaned the negress, "ohhh..."
Big Daddy stood up and looked down at Latessa, still in the throws of her orgasm. She looked up at him through half closed eyes and noticed that his dick was standing straight out. It wasn't long, but she could see it was thick.
All at once he was on top of her. The table creaked. He jammed his thick hard cock right inside her in a single stroke. She gasped at the suddenness of it. She was still cumming when he started pounding into her. She was soaking wet, but his dick was so wide that she could feel it stretching her out. For a big man, he had alot of energy.
His weight had her completely pinned and helpless. She couldn't even hump back into his thrusts. Again, laying back and taking it was her only choice. She kept her eyes downcast the way Bertha told her, and kept her mouth open. She could smell her pussy on Big Daddy's breath. Latessa felt another orgasm building.
"Ah... Ah... Ah...," she whimpered as she was swept up in another climax. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The second one was as powerful as the first. Right at its peak, Big Daddy drove his cock as deep inside Latessa's pussy as he could, grunted, and came. Hot semen flooded the negro's vagina. She could feel her muscles gripping him, milking the seed from him.
As soon as his dick was drained, Big Daddy stood. Latessa's pussy was still contracting. The white man was shiny with sweat. He smiled down at the freshly fucked black maid while he straightened out his robe.
Latessa could see Eloise kneeling next to Big Daddy. He stood in front of the old colored woman. Immediately, she leaned forward and slurped his slick cock into her mouth and sucked Latessa's juices off of it. When she finished, he stroked her hair and smiled down at her. He turned and went back down the hallway he'd come from.
Bertha and Eloise rose from their knees and came up to the table where Latessa lay recovering from her use.
"You did good, girl," Eloise told her. "I kin tell. Big Daddy likes you."
Latessa was still catching her breath and said nothing.
"Come on, Tessa," Bertha said, offering her hand. "Git on up. Mama gonna go he'p Big Daddy wit' his shower an' I gots to go finish up his breakfast. Let's go, girl."
Eloise went on down the hall while Bertha helped Latessa off the table. On shaky legs, she followed the big black girl to the kitchen. Once the bacon and eggs were frying in the big cast iron skillet on the stove, the scene began to seem normal again. It was as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. The colored maid's pussy still throbbed and she could feel Big Daddy's seed running down the inside of her leg. Perhaps that was nothing out of the ordinary in this house.
"Big Daddy jus' loves da taste o' nigga coochie," said Bertha as she made the coffee. "'specially when it be a new nigga he ain't had a taste of before. He sho' ate you up, girl!"
"He did," Latessa blushed as she pictured what she must have looked like to others. "I just couldn't help myself. I hope he didn't mind I didn't ask first..."
"He fucked you good, din't he?" laughed Bertha. "If he sticks that fat dick o' his in you, den you can be sho' he ain't mind."
Just as Bertha finished cooking Big Daddy's breakfast, Eloise returned to the kitchen.
"Big Daddy be waitin' out at da table fo' his breakfast, girl," she told Latessa. "An' he want you to be fetchin' it out to him an' wait dere 'til he done."
"Okay," replied Latessa.
The black maid made her way down the hallway with a plate of bacon and eggs and a cup of coffee. She found Big Daddy sitting at the table he'd just fucked her on. He wore denim bib overalls over a tee shirt. He smiled at her as she approached which only heightened her bashfulness.
Latessa felt a little silly reacting this way after the recent episode, but how else could she react? She hadn't exchanged a single word with the man and he'd already brought her to orgasm twice and filled her with his seed. And now, she was naked and serving him breakfast.
"So, you're Tessa...," he said as she put the tray down and put the plate in front of the big man. "Jack sure can pick a good nigga. He better be treatin' you right, girl. You're a bona-fide hottie. That's for sure."
"Thank you, sir," said Latessa shyly. "I'm sorry I didn't... uh... I's sorry I ain't ask permission to cum. I promise I won't forget again. Massa Jack taught me right... I just forgot."
"Well, ain't you precious!" smiled Big Daddy. "Jack tol' me how you all college educated an' here you is talkin' like a country nigga for me. What a good girl!"
"Yes, suh," Latessa blushed even harder. "Bertha tol' me how to be talkin' to white mens. I's glad you pleased, suh."
"I couldn't be more pleased, Tessa," Big Daddy said. "Come stand closer to me. I ain't had nearly enough of you, girl."
Latessa stood next to Big Daddy's chair. He ran one hand over her ass while he sipped his coffee. The colored woman surprised herself with how badly she wanted to feel his touch between her legs again. She wanted to push her pussy towards him as encouragement, but knew it wasn't her place. If it pleased him to do it, he would. She'd just have to wait.
* * *
Tom had been keeping a watchful eye on the porch door from behind the wheel of his parked car. It had been a couple of hours by the time he saw the inner door open and someone walking across the screen porch. When the outside door opened, Bertha stepped out into the sunlight. The big black girl opened the passenger door and got in.
"Big Daddy say Tessa be stayin' here 'til mornin'," announced Bertha. "You kin take me to Massa Jack's house now."
"Morning?" Tom couldn't believe he was hearing this. "You mean she's spendin' the night here?"
"Dat's da fact," replied Bertha. "Big Daddy be takin' a real likin' to Tessa. Ain't nothin' to worry 'bout. He know she ain't his. She be Massa Jack's nigga. He be sendin' her back in da mornin'."
Tom started the car and turned around to leave. He was actually driving away, leaving Latessa behind to be used by this Big Daddy character. He imagined his wife, stripped naked and kneeling before this anonymous white man, his dick in her mouth. He felt his cock stiffening up.
"What did he do with her?" Tom asked finally as he turned onto the main road.
"You really wanna know?" Bertha responded. "Big Daddy loves usin' niggas. So he used her, but good."
"Yeah," Tom told her. "I wanna know."
"Awright," shrugged Bertha. "Big Daddy likes havin' a new nigga presented to him jus' right. Up on da big table all spread out. Legs open an' mouf open, all ready fo' Big Daddy's big white dick. So, we got Tessa all done up dat way. You sho' you wanna be hearin' dis?"
"Yeah," replied Tom, his dick getting harder.
"Damn, boy!" exclaimed Bertha, eyeing his erection through his pants. "You ain't lyin'! I ain't knowed you gots it in you! I ain't knowed you such a good nigga, Tommy. Givin' yo' woman up to white mens. Now, dat's some respect!"
Tom knew it was less about respect and more about lust in his case. He couldn't explain why he found the idea of Latessa used by white men so arousing any more than he understood the hold Miz Cindy had over him. Still, Bertha seemed to warm to him a little, and he liked that better than the aloofness she'd treated him with up to now.
"You'd a been proud o' her, Tommy," Bertha told him. "She be all naked an' waitin' on Big Daddy wit' all her stuff out fo' him to see. An' when he come down an' see it... Lawdy! Big Daddy like what he see! He had his se'f a taste o' her nigga coochie an' den some! Had dat girl cummin' and holla'in'. Got Big Daddy so worked up he jus' up an' stuck dat big fat dick o' his right up in her hole. Well, she be likin' dat jus' fine, thank you. Ain't long 'fo' she holla'in' agin! Den Big Daddy dump his load up in her an' she cummin' agin. Damn, dat nigga be hot in da tail!"
All that in only two hours, thought Tom, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Bertha kept glancing down at the bulge in the black man's pants.
"You do loves hearin' 'bout yo' woman gittin' used," Bertha shook her head. "An' I knows you like Miz Cindy puttin' you in yo' place. You a good nigga, Tommy. You gonna be gittin' on jus' fine wit' da Andrews."
"I try to be," mumbled Tom. "Look, here we are."
Tom turned the car up the driveway to the Andrews' place and stopped to let Bertha out. The big girl waved after him as he drove off.
He was so aroused that he thought about going home and masturbating. But, then, Miz Cindy might check him and she'd know. Humiliating as allowing the white woman to control him that way, he couldn't deny it was powerfully erotic. He didn't want to blow it. When she finally allowed him to release, it would be incredible.
The best course of action was to return to work, he figured. He pulled out his cell phone and listened to his voice mail. Calls had been stacking up. Two fax machines in a medical clinic and a copier in an insurance office. If he could stay busy, tomorrow would come all the sooner.
* * *
Late that afternoon found Tom on his knees pulling a paper jam out of an insurance office's copier. The office's receptionist was a petite brunette, barely older than his own daughter. She stood over him, watching intently as he worked. He imagined he was serving her, kneeling before her the way he did for Miz Cindy.
His cell phone rang and his fantasy dissolved. Tom stood up and flipped the phone open. The pretty white receptionist watched as he answered it.
"Tom Davis here," he said.
"Tommy...," Latessa's voice said. "Tommy..."
"Tess?" said Tom. "Is that you?"
"Oh, Tommy...," moaned Latessa. "He's inside me, Tommy. Big Daddy's got his big white dick inside me. He's fuckin' me, Tommy."
Tom's face grew so hot that beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He could feel his dick quickly getting hard. He couldn't believe she'd call him when she was... in use. Big Daddy must have put her up to it. He couldn't imagine she'd do it on her own.
Suddenly, he remembered where he was. The receptionist was still looking at him. He hoped she couldn't hear what Latessa was telling him. He hoped she couldn't see his hard on. He was mortified.
"Oh..., oh...," Latessa whimpered. "I can't help it, Tommy... I'm a nigger, Tommy. After he fucks me... cums inside me... I'm gonna suck him. I'm gonna suck him like a nigga slut."
"Uh...," said Tommy. "Okay... I'll... uh... stop off an' pick some up on the way home..."
He looked into the receptionist's face trying to decide if she knew what was going on. He wanted to hang up, but he couldn't. He wanted to hear it all.
"I'll take it up the ass for him, Tommy," Latessa told him. "Oh! Oh, Tommy! I'm a nigger... I wanna be used..."
Tom heard the phone on the other end drop on the floor. But, he could still hear.
"Fuck me, massa...," his wife was saying. "Fuck yo' nigga bitch good, massa. Use me... I's yo' nigga, suh."
The black man's mouth went dry as he strained to hear.
"Kin I cum, massa?!" cried Latessa. "Kin I? Oh, please, suh!"
"Yes, nigger," an unfamiliar voice spoke. "Cum for me, bitch."
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" Latessa yelped, clearly lost in orgasm. "Oh..."
Tom couldn't hear any more and finally realized that was all there was.
"Uh...," he said into the phone. "Right... Goodbye."
The receptionist looked at him wide eyed. She glanced down at his crotch and blushed, though the hint of a smile was on her face when she looked back up at him. He decided to bold it out.
"Gotta pick a few things up on the way home," he explained lamely.
"I guess," replied the white girl.
"I'll, uh, be done in a minute...," he tried to steer her attention back to the malfunctioning copier. "I think that's the last of it..."
The copier fixed, Tom quickly packed his tools and hurried out of there. He swore he heard giggling from the white office women standing around the water cooler as he was leaving. He was completely humiliated, but thoroughly aroused. Please, no more calls like that today, he told himself. Still, he waited anxiously, hoping there would be.
* * *
Darlene was already home by the time Tom got there. His daughter looked puzzled when he came in the house alone.
"Where's mom?" the teenager wanted to know.
"She had to work late," replied her father. "She figured she might as well spend the night there. Save her the trouble of coming in late and just turning around and going back."
"Spend the night!" exclaimed Darlene. "What's goin' on with those white people that's so important that my mother can't even spend the night at home? When she was at Genron she worked late all the time and always came home at night. What does a maid have to do that takes all night?"
Tom was all too aware of what Latessa had to do that took all night. Having his daughter unknowingly rub his face in it shamed him. Remembering what his wife was doing had his cock twitching.
"It's somethin' we're just gonna have to put up with, Darlene," he explained. "There's nothin' we can do about it. We need your mother workin' if you want to go to college. Mr. Andrews was kind enough to give her a job when he heard she needed one. She wants to do her best for him and for us. The least we can do is support her."
"It's not fair," Darlene complained.
"No, it isn't," agreed her father. "But, it's the way it is."
"I want things like they used to be," said Darlene. "This sucks."
"I'm sorry, baby girl," said Tom. "I don't know what else to say..."
His daughter shrugged and went off to her room to study. Tom poured himself a drink and sat in his chair in the living room. He pulled out his cell phone and willed it to ring as he tried to picture what Latessa was up to now and how that white man was using her.
* * *
Later that night, Tom was just drifting off to sleep when the phone finally rang.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" cried Latessa. "Ohhh... Ahhh..."
Tom strained to hear, but all there was heavy breathing that gradually calmed.
"Big Daddy just used me again, Tommy," said Latessa. "My pussy is sore from all the fuckin'. It's full of white man's cum."
He didn't know what to say, but his dick was hard as a rock.
"I gotta go, Tommy," she told him. "I gotta suck off Big Daddy's dick. Good night, Tommy..."
"Good night, Tess," said Tom, listening the phone click on the other end.
There was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Dad?" called Darlene.
"Yes," rasped her father, his face flushed and his throat dry.
Darlene opened the door and came in. She was dressed in her favorite nightgown, one she'd had for a few years. It was getting threadbare and was too small for the teenager in all the places she'd filled out as she'd developed into a young woman. Tom couldn't help but notice the shapely figure that was barely concealed beneath her garment.
Tom had certainly noticed how his daughter had been maturing over the years, but he'd never been struck with just how much she resembled her mother. He'd first met Latessa when she was a freshman in college, barely older than Darlene was now. The teenager was almost identical to the young woman he'd first laid eyes on over twenty years in the past. He couldn't help remembering Latessa's young body from back then and he imagined Darlene's must be every bit as desirable.
This flight of imagination only served to exacerbate the condition that the phone call had left him in. Tom hadn't cum for days and his cock was so stiff he could feel the taughtness of his erection. Glancing down he saw the tent it pitched in the bed sheet and hastily sat up in an effort to hide it from his daughter. The thoughts he'd just had aroused him but left him ashamed.
"Was that mom?" asked Darlene, oblivious to how she appeared to her father and the effect she was having on him.
"Yes, baby girl," replied Tom. "She just called to say good night."
"Are you okay, dad?" Darlene asked, concerned. "You're all flushed."
"I'm fine, sweetheart," said Tom, flustered. "Just a little worn out. It's been a long day."
"How's mom doing?" his daughter wanted to know. "I hope she wasn't still working. She'll be home tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah," Tom told her. "She'll be back then."
"I guess this all must be hard on you, too," Darlene said.
"Yes, but we've all got to do our part," Tom replied. "I'll be fine and so will your mom."
"'kay," replied Darlene, turning to leave. "G'night, Dad."
"Night, girl," Tom called back, watching his daughter's backside as she left the room.
Gradually, Tom fell asleep, images of Latessa on her back with her legs spread for an unseen white man filled his head. Occasionally Latessa became Darlene in his mind, causing a nagging guilty feeling, but undeniable arousal. His dick ached for relief. But, none was forthcoming.
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