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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
Saturday wasn't ordinarily a working day for Latessa, but this was no ordinary Saturday. For the first time since her wedding, she'd spent the night in a man's bed who wasn't her husband. It felt strange to wake up next to the pudgy white man who had so thoroughly used her the day before.
Big Daddy was hard. Latessa could feel his erection against her ass as he spooned her. His heavy arm was draped over her, his hand groping her naked breast. She felt her pussy lubricating in anticipation of her first use of the morning.
"Up on your knees, girl," Big Daddy ordered after removing his arm from her. "Get the phone. Call that husband of yours."
"Yes, sir," replied Latessa softly.
Obviously, Tom knew what was going on, she thought. But, Big Daddy seemed to take no small amount of pleasure in making sure her husband knew that his wife was being used by another man. Latessa knew it must be as humiliating for him to listen to her debasement as it was for her to experience it. On the other hand, she also knew that he was strangely aroused by his woman's being taken this way.
Latessa rolled up onto her hands and knees on the bed. She picked up the cordless phone on the bedside table and dialed her number. The mattress sagged behind her from Big Daddy's weight just as Tom answered the phone.
"Hello?" answered Tom sleepily on the other end of the line.
"Tommy...," replied Latessa.
Big Daddy spread the negro's ass cheeks and spat on her asshole. Latessa could feel the head of the white man's dick at her barely lubricated anus. He started to slowly, but forcefully, push his cock up her ass.
"Oh, Tommy!" exclaimed Latessa into the phone. "He's gonna fuck me in the ass! He's so big! Fuck!"
Tom's cock had sprung up at her words. He was ashamed at how much hearing them turned him on. Latessa could only hear her husband's heavy breathing in reply. Big Daddy wasn't so long, but he was thick. Her asshole was painfully stretched as the white man penetrated her and slowly filled her.
"It hurts, Tommy," she whispered into the handset. "It hurts... But, I don't want him to stop. I want it all. I'm such a nigger, Tommy. It hurts an' I like it. This white man's usin' your woman, Tommy. He's fuckin' my black ass..."
The black man risked wrapping his hand around his dick and squeezing it. It felt good. He dared not stroke it for fear of ejaculating counter to the orders of Miz Cindy. He was certain the white woman would be able to tell of his disobedience and deny him the sweet agony of submitting to her and serving her.
Big Daddy had his entire length in the negress's ass. Her asshole stretched painfully, causing her to gasp and whimper.
"He's all the way inside my ass now," Latessa informed her husband. "I don't know how I'm takin' it. It hurts bad, but I feel so used... I love it, Tommy. So help me, I love it."
The white man began slowly humping the colored maid's ass. Each thrust was met with a grunt from the negro woman. Forgetting the phone call, Latessa focused her attention on Big Daddy.
"Oh, Big Daddy!" she cried. "You fuckin' yo' nigga's ass now! Don't stop, suh... It be hurtin' me, but I like it... I need it. Use me, Big Daddy... Use yo' nigga's ass. It's yours, massa. My nigga ass belongs to you. I be takin' it fo' you, suh."
Tom quickly let go of his cock. One stroke and he'd explode. However, hearing his wife being taken anally by some white man he'd never even laid eyes on was intensely exciting for him. He couldn't bear to listen, but he couldn't bear to stop. He was ashamed that his reaction to his woman's whimpers was arousal, but he couldn't help himself.
Big Daddy couldn't take anymore, either, but didn't have the restrictions that Tom did. He could stick his dick in any of Latessa's holes and fuck her at will, cumming as often as his body allowed. The negro maid felt the white man's cock twitch and his balls tighten as he ejaculated in her ass.
"Thank you, suh!" Latessa exclaimed breathlessly. "Fill my nigga ass wit' yo' cum, Big Daddy... I's yo' cum dump, massa. You too good to yo' nigga, boss..."
Latessa felt Big Daddy's semen blasting into her ass. Considering how many times the white man had cum the previous day, the forcefulness of his ejaculation impressed her. She squeezed her muscles to milk his seed from his dick until he was drained.
All Tom could hear after that was heavy breathing that gradually subsided. The phone rattled a little and then the line clicked dead. The call was over. Big Daddy had finished defiling Latessa's ass. This was an act that she'd never consented to before until Jack had ordered it, at which point she complied unhesitatingly without complaint. He hung up the phone and lay there, his hard on standing straight up.
After a few minutes, Tom decided the best thing to do was take a shower. Today wouldn't be easy for him since it was Saturday. No work to distract him, only waiting to see what humiliations remained for him. He rolled out of bed, put on a robe, and headed into the shower. He ran the water as cold as he could stand it and got in.
The cold shower left him half erect, so it did have some effect, he thought. Still, the phone call was fresh in his mind. That, combined with the fact that he hadn't gotten off in several days, prevented any further reduction in his state of arousal.
The phone rang again. Darlene picked it up since she could hear the water running in the shower and knew her father wasn't going to answer it.
"Hello?" Darlene answered the phone.
"Hello," came an unfamiliar female voice. "I's callin' fo' Tom Davis. He dere?"
Darlene was taken aback by the manner of speech and was instantly curious who this could be.
"Who may I say is calling," responded Darlene politely.
"Dis is Bertha," said the voice. "I work wit' Tessa. He knows who I is."
"Dad can't come to the phone right now...," Darlene replied. "Can I take a message?"
"You mus' be Darlene, den," Bertha said in a friendly tone. "Yo' mama tol' me all 'bout you, girl! I's glad to be talkin' to you... Well, you tell yo' daddy dat he oughta be comin' on up here an' git yo' mama."
"Okay," Darlene spoke warily. "I'll tell him."
"Dat's a girl," replied Bertha. "Well, I gots to be goin' now. Bye, Darlene."
"Goodbye..., Bertha," said Darlene, hanging up the phone.
Darlene waited until she heard the water in the shower go off and went to the bathroom door.
"Dad?" she called through the closed door. "Some woman just called."
Tom dried off and put his robe back on. He opened the bathroom door, startling Darlene, who was standing right there.
He was a head higher than Darlene and looked down at her. The top couple buttons of her nightgown were undone, revealing a good bit of her eighteen year old cleavage. Tom could see his daughter's nipples poking against the threadbare material.
In spite of his best efforts, Tom felt his dick stirring anew. It shamed him to react that way. However, the sexual tension brought on by the phone calls and his unrelieved state left him helpless in the face of sight of an attractive young woman. Even if the young woman was his own daughter.
"Who?" asked Tom, forcing his eyes to meet hers instead of her barely covered breasts.
"Bertha...," replied Darlene. "She said you should come and pick Mom up. I thought you said she had to work today an' that's why she stayed overnight."
"I guess somethin's changed, girl," said Tom. "I'll just get dressed an' go get her."
"I'll come, too," announced Darlene. "It'll just take me a minute to get ready."
Tom got an empty feeling in his stomach. No way was he going to risk exposing his little girl to what was going on up at Big Daddy's house. No way was he going to risk letting Darlene know what was really going on and to what depths her parents had fallen.
Again, he had to shake off the image of his daughter serving Jack and Cindy. Or undressing on the porch of that house... Tom could feel that his dick was fully erect and pulled the robe tighter to make sure it didn't poke out into view.
"No, that's okay," Tom told her. "You wait here. Maybe get some breakfast started."
"But, I want to see where it is she's working," protested Darlene.
"Look, girl," Tom said sternly. "Your mother is a little sensitive about all this and I don't want to spring any surprises on her."
"All right," she replied, dejected.
"Another time," his voice softened. "Just not this time."
Darlene turned and walked away towards the kitchen. Tom's eyes were focused on his daughter's ass, swaying with each step. He couldn't see a panty line and felt his dick twitch again. The shame burned inside him. The sexual frustration he'd been experiencing lately was making him obsessed. At least the girl hadn't noticed her father's attention, he thought with relief.
Tom pulled on a tee shirt and some blue jeans and headed out to his car. The image of Darlene's breasts and her shapely ass kept invading his mind. Tom turned his attention to Latessa. He vividly remembered the phone calls, especially the one earlier that morning. Hearing his wife's whimpers as another man fucked her in the ass had his cock as hard as a rock. Just thinking about it now had it returning to attention.
The scene at Big Daddy's place was unremarkable. A modest two story house with a big screen porch. A detached garage and a barn in need of paint. But Tom knew what was going on inside. He'd seen his wife undress just to gain entrance, and he'd listened in on some of the activities that took place after that.
After parking, Tom walked up to the porch door Latessa had entered through. He knocked and waited. He was about to knock again when the inside door opened. Bertha stepped out onto the porch and made her way to the outer door. The big negro maid was completely naked. The black man's cock twitched at the sight of her.
"Tessa ain't ready yet, Tommy," said Bertha. "Big Daddy still usin' her. Miz Judy says fo' you to come to her room. I guess she wants to have a look at Tessa's man. She ain't say nothin' 'bout how you gotta be dressed, so you kin come on in like you is. I ain't gonna shock no white lady wit' no naked buck nigga."
Tom followed Bertha across the porch and into the house. His eyes were glued to the her big black ass that jiggled with each step. His dick strained at the sight, almost crying out for the chance to slide between the maid's thighs. She turned to face him and saw his gaze wander down to stare at her massive breasts.
"'scuse me, boy," she said sternly, "but dese titties ain't fo' you to be lookin at. Dey only fo' Big Daddy an' Massa Jack an' who dey say kin see 'em. Big Daddy likes his girls naked fo' his own se'f, not fo no nigga like you."
"Sorry, Bertha," Tom apologized, shamefaced. "I didn't mean nothin' by it."
"'kay," replied Bertha. "I be takin' you to Miz Judy's room now. Follow me. But, you better jus' keep yo' eyes where dey belong."
Bertha led the way to the stairway and went up. Tom was right behind her, his eyes on a level with the negress's magnificent backside. The way her ass jiggled had the black man almost hypnotized. At the top of the stairs, was a closed door. The colored maid walked past it.
"Oh, Big Daddy!" came Latessa's voice from behind the door. "Dat feels so good! You so kind to yo' nigga! Dat's yo' pussy you be usin', boss. Dis nigga's hole be jus' fo' you, suh. Fill it wit' yo' seed, Massa. Dis nigga needs it bad."
Tom paused and listened to his wife's cries and the sound of a creaking bed and headboard banging against the wall. His balls tightened and he shuddered involuntarily before continuing on down the hallway. Up ahead was another closed door where Bertha was watching him from. When he joined her, she knocked on it.
"Miz Judy?" called Bertha. "I gots Tommy here like you say."
"It's open, Bertha," Judy called back.
Bertha pushed the door open to reveal a sunny room with a low ceiling. Miz Judy sat up in bed wearing a sheer white robe. Tom could see the white woman's large breasts and dark areolas through the material. His level of sexual excitement reached a new level and was almost more than he could take. His dick was so hard it hurt.
"Good girl, Bertha," said Judy. "Let him in and you may leave."
"Thank you, ma'am," replied Bertha.
The big black girl stood out of the way and let Tom through. She gave him a brief stern look before closing the door behind him. Judy studied him from where she sat.
"Get undressed, boy," said Judy. "Let's see what we have here."
"Ma'am?" Tom said, unsure he'd heard correctly.
"I said get undressed," Judy repeated. "Boy."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied.
The idea of stripping in front of this barely dressed white woman in her bedroom didn't seem appropriate. But, if Tom had learned anything about this family, they expected obedience from those in their employ. Not to mention the fact that just like Cindy, Judy probably didn't exactly see him as a man, and was unconcerned about any notions of impropriety.
The black man took off his tee shirt and then unfastened his jeans. Judy was eyeing the bulge in them and had an expectant look on her face. He pulled his pants down and stepped out of them. The motion caused his erection to slip out through the fly in his boxer shorts. Judy smiled at this and giggled. Tom blushed with humiliation. To his shame, it only served to heighten his arousal. Was this how Latessa felt stripping for Jack?
"Everything comes off, boy," ordered Judy. "Hurry it up."
His face burning, Tom pulled off the shorts and stood naked at the foot of the white woman's bed. Judy moved over and sat on the edge of the bed, her robe falling open and giving the black man a clear glimpse of her bare breast. She made no move to cover it.
Somehow, her lack of modesty in front of him served to humiliate him as much as it aroused him. Tom realized that in Judy's eyes, there was no embarrassment having him see her body this way. He remembered Cindy comparing undressing in front of him to doing the same in front of a dog.
"Come here so I can have a better look at you," Judy instructed him.
Tom walked over to where she sat, his hard on bouncing as he moved, embarrassing him even further. Judy looked him up and down, paying close attention to his cock.
"So, you're Cindy's buck?" she asked. "Her nigger monkey boy?"
He couldn't believe this white lady was treating this situation so matter of factly. Tom was also surprised that Cindy had told Judy about their ... special relationship. Another humiliation. His mouth went dry and he couldn't think of how to respond.
"I asked you a question, boy," Judy spoke, looking up at him sternly.
"Yes, ma'am," stammered Tom. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I... Yes... I... uh... I am."
"You are... what?" Judy asked, a hint of a smile on her lips.
"Ma'am?" Tom replied, puzzled. "I don't understand."
"Just what are you to her?" queried Judy. "That's what I want to know. I want to hear the words, boy. Now, speak."
Tom was afraid that's what she wanted. Hadn't he just admitted it? Did she have to make him say it? But, of course she did. Judy was in control and was making it quite clear to him. He didn't want Cindy to get a bad report back from her friend, so difficult as it might be, he'd have to tell her.
"I'm Miz Cindy's buck, ma'am," he managed to say. "I'm her nigger monkey boy."
"Good boy," smiled Judy. "See? That wasn't so hard, now was it?"
Her praise only served to humiliate him further. And for some reason that had his dick throbbing. He knew he'd do anything this white lady said. Not out of fear of her telling Cindy of any disobedience. Simply because he found himself completely under her power, and he was loving it.
Judy reached out between Tom's legs and took his nut sack in her bare hand. The black man's cock jerked at her touch. She squeezed his balls firmly, but not painfully.
"Hmmm," she mused. "Nice and full... When was the last time you were granted release, boy?"
Tom thought back to the afternoon in Jack's study when he'd been given the privilege of having anal sex with his wife under her master's and mistress's watchful eyes. It seemed like a lifetime, but in reality was only four days.
"Tuesday, ma'am," he replied.
"You must be ready to burst," said Judy, looking up at him and smiling.
"Yes, ma'am," admitted Tom.
"I don't imagine it's easy having to go without relief while your wife gets fucked silly by my brother and my father," Judy said. "I've heard her cum at least three times since I got here, and I've only been in the house since dinner time yesterday. Big Daddy's in his room with her right now. She's incredibly responsive. I'm sure she'll cum again before you take her home. But you'll get nothing. Poor nigger monkey boy."
Tom couldn't remember ever feeling so utterly humiliated as he did at that moment. Judy was in charge and was delighting in rubbing his face in the situation. She was also delighting in teasing him with the casual way she let him see her naked breasts and the way she touched him so intimately without coming close to giving him the release he craved.
"Frankly, Tommy," Judy told him, "I find the whole situation quite amusing. Can you imagine it? You allow my brother and father to have unfettered use of your wife's body while at the same time you yourself are denied it. A big strong buck like yourself completely under the power of a dainty white lady. You can't even pleasure yourself without her permission. God, it makes me so hot!"
Tom was shocked by the last part. He watched slack jawed as Judy stood up and let her robe fall away. She stood in front of him, her large white breasts and dark red areolas there for him to see. He saw her thick curly brown pussy hairs. He dared not make a move, though, for fear of ending this scene that had him as excited as he could ever remember.
Judy layed back on the bed and opened her legs. Tom could see her thick pink pussy lips. She smiled at him seductively.
"Look at you," she said huskily. "I bet you want to fuck me, boy. I bet you want it bad. And you're such a good nigger that you just stand their waiting for orders. I haven't had a good nigger buck in a long time and I could use one right now."
The white woman rolled over and pulled the drawer in the night stand open. She reached into the drawer and produced a box of condoms. Tossing it at Tom's feet, Judy rolled back to her former position.
"Put a rubber on, boy," Judy instructed him. "Today's your lucky day."
Tom couldn't believe his good fortune. He bent over and picked up the box of condoms. Opening it up he fished one out and ripped open the wrapper. In an instant, he'd taken it out and slipped it over his cock. That sensation alone had almost sent him over the edge.
"Good nigger," said Judy. "Now put on another one."
Hesitating for a moment, Tom got another condom out of the box. She wanted to be careful in case one broke, he thought. Maybe it was just as well. This way he'd be less sensitive and would likely last longer. He slipped the second condom on. Judy smiled at him.
"Another one, boy," ordered Judy. "Do it."
Another condom? Tom wasn't sure he'd still be able to feel much of anything through three of them. But, it didn't matter. If that's what the white lady wanted, then that's what she'd get. He took out a third condom and put it over the first two.
"Don't stop now, Tommy," Judy told him. "Two more. Then you can fuck me. Hurry it up before I lose the mood."
Two more! Of course he'd obey, but as he put the fourth one on he couldn't feel much of anything through it in spite of the fact that his cock was still rock hard. The fifth didn't seem any different. Judy smiled at him and patted her thigh.
"Come and service me, nigger," she commanded him.
Tom got up on the bed between Judy's spread legs. He guided his rubber clad dick to her pussy and pushed it in. He felt nothing. No soft wet warm woman flesh. No friction. Barely any pressure at all. He couldn't really tell he was inside her.
"Get humpin'," Judy ordered. "Get me off quick like a good boy."
He began thrusting in and out of the white woman's pussy. He could feel his balls slap against her, but other than that there was no sensation at all. He truly was servicing her. The black man did all the work and the brunette got all the pleasure. He felt like a living dildo.
"Harder, nigger," rasped the white lady.
Tom started pounding his unfeeling member into Judy's vagina harder as she'd instructed him. She barely moved as he started to sweat.
"Ohhh...." moaned Judy. "That's better... Keep it up, boy. I'm almost there..."
The black man continued bucking his hips as the hazel eyed woman writhed beneath him, moaning in pleasure, her pussy filled with his unfeeling rubber wrapped cock. All at once she closed her eyes and a smile spread across her face.
"Ohhh... Yes!" she cried out. "That's it, boy. Keep humpin', nigger. Oh, fuck! Fuck!"
Tom watched Judy's face as the white woman's orgasm took hold of her. Her face flushed and her eyes rolled back. He could just about feel her vagina contracting on his stiff cock through the layers of latex. Gradually, her breathing slowed and she opened her eyes.
"That's all, boy," smiled Judy. "That was most pleasant. I love starting the day off with a good cum. You may dress and leave now."
His balls aching and unsatisfied, Tom got up off Judy and stood next to her bed. He took the condoms off his still erect cock and tossed them in a little wastebasket near the door. He pulled on his jeans on and put on his tee shirt. Once he had his socks and shoes on he headed for the door.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" asked Judy as Tom reached for the doorknob. "It's not every day I allow a nigger buck the privilege of servicing me so intimately."
"Forgive me, ma'am," blushed Tom. "This is all kind of new to me... Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Miz Judy, ma'am. I'm truly grateful."
"That's better," Judy replied warmly. "You're learning. If you're a good boy, I may allow you to service me again. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, ma'am!" agreed Tom enthusiastically. "I sure would!"
"Excellent," said Judy. "You may leave."
"Yes, ma'am," Tom told her. "Thank you, ma'am."
Groping for the doorknob, Tom turned it and opened the door. He backed out into the hallway, facing Judy the entire time. The image of the white woman's naked body was not something he wanted to turn his back on.
Tom had only got a couple of steps further when the door at the top of the stairs opened, revealing Latessa's naked backside. The black man stopped in his tracks and watched his wife backing out of another man's bedroom.
"Thank you, suh," Latessa was saying, unaware of her husband's presence. "Thank you fo' usin' dis nigga. I's honored you be usin' dis nigga so much, boss. I's grateful fo' yo' seed, Massa."
"You're a good nigger, Tessa," came a male voice from inside the bedroom. "You're a pleasure to fuck. Jack's got one hell of a nigger for himself."
"Thank you kindly, suh," said Latessa warmly, her back still towards Tom. "Good bye, Big Daddy."
Tom watched as Latessa closed the door and turned around. When his wife saw him she blushed and quickly raised her arm to cover her naked breasts. She put her other hand over her bare pussy.
"Tommy!" she exclaimed, shocked. "What are you doing here?"
His wife's modesty in his presence only served to underscore the change in their relationship. Her body belonged to Big Daddy and Jack. He no longer had the right to even see it. Another humiliation. The shame of it, though, was the excitement he felt at her covering herself before him.
"I had Bertha bring him to me," Judy's voice came from behind him. "I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, no, ma'am, Miz Judy!" replied Latessa quickly, still valiantly covering her nakedness. "Please forgive dis nigga, ma'am. I ain't mean no disrespect. I ain't know you wanted him."
"No offense taken, Tessa," Judy smiled. "Now I want you. Come here."
"Yes, ma'am," said Latessa.
"You may wait outside, boy," Judy told Tom. "In the car. I'll send the girl down when I'm done with her."
Latessa looked into Tommy's eyes as she walked towards him, still covering her bare breasts and pussy from his gaze. She didn't drop her hands until she'd made her way past her husband and the white lady was the only one who could see her naked body. He turned to see Judy standing in her doorway, her sheer robe draped over her.
Judy let Latessa pass into her bedroom and, smiling at Tom all the while, closed the door, leaving the black man alone in the hallway.
Humiliated anew, Tom went down the stairs and through the kitchen. Bertha was at the sink and looked over her shoulder at him as he walked out the door to the car to wait for Latessa to be through. Or, more precisely, to wait for the white folks to be through with her.
Back upstairs in Judy's bedroom, Latessa stood inside the door. Out of the window, she could see Tom return to the car and get in. She wondered what the white woman had been doing with her husband. After seeing him man handled by Cindy, though, she'd gotten used to the idea that he was as much a plaything for the Andrews family as she was.
Judy lay on her back in her bed and smiled up at Latessa. The brunette's robe had fallen open and the negro maid drank in the view of the white lady's heavy breasts, her dark red nipples, and her pink pussy lips.
Latessa couldn't help noticing how hard Judy's nipples were and how swollen and moist her labia appeared. Was it possible she'd allowed Tom to fuck her? Still, the overwhelming thing she felt was arousal and a desire to serve the white lady. Perhaps Cindy's steady use of her as a pussy licker had conditioned the black woman to react this way.
"Tell me, nigger," said Judy. "Are you full of my daddy's cum?"
"Yes, ma'am," blushed Latessa. "I is."
"Which holes?" asked the brunette, a smile creeping across her face.
Latessa blushed even harder.
"All three, ma'am," the negro replied, averting the white lady's eyes. "Big Daddy used dis nigga's pussy, mouth, an' ass."
"I like a used nigger," said Judy, her voice low. "Come here, girl. Serve me like you serve Cindy. She tells me you know how to please a woman. Show me how you do it."
The colored maid could feel the tingling in her well used pussy. Latessa wanted nothing more at that moment than to crawl between Judy's legs and lap long and slow at the white lady's pink pussy.
Getting up on the bed on hands and knees, Latessa did exactly that. Judy's scent was powerful and her sex was sopping wet. The brunette's pussy lips were swollen as if she'd just been fucked, but there was no evidence of semen that the black woman could detect. Only the tangy taste of feminine arousal.
Latessa eagerly lapped up Judy's pussy juice. She was saltier than Cindy, but the negress loved the taste just the same. It wasn't long before the white woman was humping the colored maid's face.
"Come up here, Tessa," purred Judy. "Suck on my titties like a sweet little nigger girl."
Not needing to be told twice, Latessa immediately moved up to position her face at Judy's nipple. The white lady's breasts were large and soft. So large that they sagged on her chest. The colored maid gathered one of her mistress's breasts in one hand and brought the nipple to her mouth.
Softly tracing her tongue around the dark red nipple, Latessa gently sucked it between her lips. Judy humped against the negress's body. The black woman sucked harder, taking as much of the white lady's breast into her mouth as she could.
Judy moaned and Latessa switched to the brunette's other breast. She skipped past the gentle teasing and sucked her nipple hard. The white lady gasped and humped harder against her servant's soft brown body.
"Oh, Tessa...," moaned Judy. "Oh, that tongue of yours... Back to my pussy, nigger. Lick me good, girl."
Latessa kissed the white lady's nipple and moved back down and put her face between Judy's legs. Her pink pussy lips were puffy and glistened with her arousal and her maid's saliva. She touched her tongue to the brunette's clit, who immediately locked her thighs around the black woman's head, holding her tightly.
Judy frantically humped Latessa's face. The negro did her best to keep her tongue moving up and down the white lady's vagina while still gasping for breath. She stuck her tongue up into her pussy and then ran it down her slit. When she sucked on the pink nub of the brunette's clit, she got a face full of warm wetness.
"Fuck!" cried Judy. "Oh, yes! Eat me, you nigger bitch, eat me! Oh, fuck!"
The white woman ground her pussy against the negro's face as she came. Latessa tried to keep licking, but it was no use since she was right up in Judy's crotch so tightly that she couldn't move. At last, she felt her grip relax.
"Oh, Tessa," Judy gasped. "Oh, fuck... I'm drained. You're incredible."
"Thank you, ma'am," replied Latessa, still catching her breath. "I's honored to serve you, Miz Judy, ma'am."
"Awww..." Judy smiled down at her. "Wonderful pussy licker and humble nigger, too. I can see why Jack and Cindy love you so much. You're just perfect. I'd snap you up in a second if I could, Tessa."
"You too kind, Miz Judy, ma'am," blushed Latessa. "I love servin' a fine white lady like you."
"Good girl," Judy praised her. "Oh, my... I'm gonna let you run along now an' go on home. You've served us all so well. I hope to use you again."
"Me, too." said Latessa sincerely. "Thank you so much, ma'am."
Glowing from the praise and the satisfaction of having given another great pleasure, Latessa slipped out of Judy's bedroom. She looked back at the white lady, sprawled out on her bed, one last time before closing the door. The colored woman, still naked, made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Bertha looked at her and smiled when she entered the room.
"Well, well, well," grinned Bertha. "You sho' got some use here, girl! Big Daddy an' Miz Judy jus' can't git enough o' you!"
"I'm glad they like me," replied Latessa. "I want Massa Jack to be proud of me."
"I's sho' he be proud o' you, girl," Bertha assured her. "It ain't easy fo' me to be thinkin' you da same nigga."
"I'm not," said Latessa. "I gotta go, Bertha. Tommy's waitin' for me outside an' my daughter's waitin' for both of us. Bye."
"See ya, boo," Bertha waved after her.
Latessa went out on the porch and found her uniform was still there. She quickly dressed and walked out the door to the car where her husband was waiting for her. She climbed in and Tom started the motor. He eased the car down the driveway. They were out on the road before either spoke.
"I didn't expect to see you inside, Tommy," Latessa said at last. "You gave me quite a start."
"Sorry, baby," he replied. "I thought you were gonna be ready to go. But, when I got there, Bertha told me you were... busy... and that Miz Judy wanted to see me. I went up to her. On the way I... could hear you. It fired me up, Tess. I couldn't help it."
"I know, Tommy," Latessa told him, placing her hand on his thigh. "It embarrassed me to have to phone you while Big Daddy was using me. But, it was easier knowing that you'd get some pleasure out of it. He wanted to be sure that you knew who I belonged to in no uncertain terms."
"Jesus, Tess," sighed Tom, "those calls... I thought I was gonna nut when I heard you..."
"You liked hearing him hurt me, didn't you?" she asked, knowing the answer already. "You liked hearing me cry with his dick in my ass. I could tell you did."
"I did," admitted Tom. "So help me, I did."
Latessa saw the bulge in her husband's jeans and smiled. She worked her hand further up his thigh. Tom kept his eyes on the road.
"It's okay, Tommy," she said softly. "I'm glad you liked it. I don't know if it makes sense to you, but I wanted to take it for him. Massa Jack sent me to Big Daddy an' I wanted to do him proud. So I took everything he did to me."
Tom felt his mouth going dry and licked his lips. The traffic light up ahead turned red and he brought the car to a stop. He turned to Latessa.
"Miz Judy used me," Tom confessed. "I thought I knew what it was like for you before then. But I didn't really. Now I do. She called me into her room. She was almost naked an' didn't do nothin' to cover herself. It was like havin' me see her body didn't mean nothin' to her."
"She made me get undressed," he continued. "It wasn't exactly an order, but I had to do like she said. She could see how hard I was... She laughed! God, it was so humiliating. She spread herself all out. Legs open wide. I could see everything she had... She asked me if I wanted to fuck her. I'm sorry, Tess... I guess I'm weak... I said I did."
The light turned green and they continued down the road towards home.
"I understand," Latessa told him. "I've felt it, too. They make me do such degrading things. But I have to do them. I get so turned on by it... Afterwards I feel so dirty and ashamed, but that doesn't stop me from doing it again the next time. It doesn't stop me from wanting to do it... Wanting them to make me do it."
"Well... It wasn't exactly like you think," said Tom. "She made me wear a condom. That didn't surprise me... But, then she made me put on another one. Then another one until I had five of the damn things on me! I fucked her like she said, but I couldn't feel shit. It's like my dick was just a big rubber dildo to her. She came quick... Then she made me get dressed and go. That's when I saw you in the hall."
"You didn't cum?" asked Latessa.
"No," answered Tom. "Like I said, I couldn't feel shit. My dick was about to explode, but there wasn't nothin' to push me over the edge. I... I ain't cum in days, girl."
Tom pulled into the driveway of their modest home and turned off the engine.
"I'm sorry, Tommy," Latessa apologized. "I know I've been neglecting you in that way, but... well... you know how it is now."
"Yeah, I know it," said Tom. "I can even tell how you are around me now. Coverin' yourself... It makes me want you bad..."
"I can ask Massa Jack if you can ... have sex with me," offered Latessa. "Actually, he only said we need his permission to use my pussy or mouth... or ass... I can stroke you off, Tommy. I can wrap my hand around your cock and tell you all the nasty things Big Daddy made me do. Would you like that?"
Latessa smiled and ran her hand all the way up to her husband's crotch and rubbed his dick through his jeans. Tom sighed heavily.
"I... can't," Tom told her. "Miz Cindy... I don't know how to tell you this, Tess. Miz Cindy, she tol' me to wait 'til she said I could cum. I want you so bad, baby. I feel like I'm gonna explode. But, that white lady's got a kind of hold on me... If I don't to like she says..."
"Oh, Tommy...," Latessa replied softly. "What's happened to us? How did we come to lettin' these white folks tell us what to do an' what not to do? Hell, it's way more than that... We let them control us. Like we was slaves on some damn plantation. And even worse, we love it."
"I don't know...," said Tom. "It didn't happen all at once. But once it started we couldn't stop it. Didn't want to stop it."
"We were happy before," Latessa said. "I had a job that gave me plenty of responsibility and a hefty paycheck. I thought it was worth the long hours and stress. You still have a job you like. You're not stuck in the same office. You're good at fixing things, it's a perfect job for you."
"But now...," she continued. "I'm a damn maid an' we're both at the beck an' call of those white folks. Yet, we're in a constant state of sexual excitement. I feel like I'm in heat. As soon as that white man tells me what to do I feel my pussy lubing up."
"And you, Tommy...," Latessa went on. "That bitchy white woman has you by the balls an' has you walkin' around with a permanent hard on. She even gets me wet and I can barely stand her! It's so degrading. But, we love it. I feel so ashamed for feeling this way, but I can't help it and neither can you."
"What choice did we have?" Tom asked rhetorically. "How else were we gonna pay for Darlene's college? Hell, how else were we gonna pay the mortgage on this damn house? Ever since Genron collapsed, there's no good payin' jobs around here. We can't leave... We'd never get our money back out of the house. We're stuck."
"Admit it, Tommy," said Latessa. "You wouldn't wanna go back to how it was. You're as addicted to how it is now as I am."
Tom looked out the window and could see his daughter in the house looking back at them.
"We better go in," Tom said after a pause. "Darlene's lookin' at us out the window. We gotta put a good face on all this for her."
Latessa looked her husband in the face for a few seconds before they both got out of the car and went in the house.
"What's goin' on?" Darlene demanded to know. "You were out in the driveway forever! When mom lost her job I figured at least you'd be home more! It's Saturday! You shouldn't be workin' on Saturday. Not any more."
"Girl, we gotta do what we gotta do," Tom told her. "Stop your whining an' get used to it. You think your mother and I like it any better than you do?"
"You don't understand at all!" protested the teen. "My mom's a maid! For some damn white people! How do you think that makes me feel? What if my friends knew?"
"That is just about enough, young lady," Latessa stopped her. "Being a maid in order to support your family is nothing to be ashamed of. I'm doing my part. All you have to do is do well in school and take care of your chores. You have it easy so stop complaining."
"Okay, okay," Darlene replied, walking away. Just before leaving the room she turned back to her parents. "Oh, some lady called. About fifteen minutes ago. Mrs. Andrews? Isn't she your boss?"
"What did she want?" sighed Latessa.
"She wants you to call her," replied the teenager. "Something about some party tomorrow and she needs you to help get things ready."
"Shit," Tom swore, but his dick twitched at the thought of the blonde woman.
* * *
That night Tom was sitting up in bed, waiting for Latessa to come out of the bathroom and join him. She wanted to give him whatever measure of pleasure she could given the restrictions placed upon her by her master.
When she finally walked into the bedroom, she was completely naked. She stood at the foot of the bed with her feet wide apart and clasped her hands behind her head.
"This is how I have to display myself for those white men," Latessa smiled. "I hope you like it like they do."
Tom's cock stood up straight. His sperm laden balls ached at the sight of his wife's nude body. Somehow, knowing he could no longer have her completely made her even more alluring to him.
"Oh, yeah...," murmured Tom.
Latessa continued to display for her husband for another minute before she got into bed with him. Laying on her side facing him, she ran her hand up and down his thigh. His erection twitched as her hands got closer to his balls.
"I was all laid out naked on the table," Latessa told him. "I could see our car outside the window. Then Big Daddy was there lookin' down at me. Then he just lifted me up and started lickin' my pussy. He didn't say a word to me. I just laid eyes on him for the first time less than a minute earlier. But it wasn't like he was trying to pleasure me. He just wanted to taste me. Not like I was a woman... More like I was a dessert."
"Then he got up on top of me an' stuck his dick in me an' fucked me," she went on. "I couldn't move at all. He just used me like some fuck doll. I felt like a thing. I came again an' he busted a nut inside me. Still, not a word from him."
"Fuck...," sighed Tom, pre cum forming on the tip of his cock.
Tom's increased arousal wasn't lost on Latessa. She continued rubbing his thigh, back and forth, but kept coming closer and closer to his balls.
"Then I had to serve him his breakfast," continued Latessa. "Right there on the same table he just used me on. He touched me an' groped on me while he ate. It was so humiliating, Tommy. I thought I was gonna cum again."
The black woman's hand brushed against her husband's balls. Tom felt his cock jerk in response. A couple of good strokes and he knew he'd shoot off so hard it'd hit the ceiling. He stretched his arm to the bedside table and picked up the phone.
"Who are you calling?!" asked Latessa, surprised.
"Miz Cindy's gotta let me get off, Tess," replied Tom. "Me askin' her shows her she's in charge an' that I know it... Maybe that'll be enough for her."
Tom wondered if she was upset about the degree of control Miz Cindy wielded over him. But, he had to get some relief. He dialed the number.
"Hello?" answered a female voice.
"Miz Cindy, ma'am?" asked Tom, a hint of desperation in his voice.
"Yes?" Cindy replied, her voice sultry.
"This is Tom, ma'am," he identified himself. "Please, ma'am... I gotta get off. Can I please, ma'am?"
"Tom?" asked Cindy with mock puzzlement. "Hmmm... Which Tom is that?"
He knew immediately that she was teasing him. In his current condition, he couldn't take much more. He didn't care what he had to do or say.
"Tom Davis, ma'am!" he answered.
"And just what are you to me, Tom Davis?" she asked him.
Tom's face flushed. The idea of telling Miz Cindy what she wanted to hear in front of his wife was unbelievably degrading. But, he was at his wit's end.
"Your monkey boy, ma'am," he said quietly into the phone.
Latessa wasn't sure she'd heard correctly. Tom was looking away from her as he spoke on the phone.
"Excuse me?" Cindy replied. "I couldn't hear you."
"I'm your nigger monkey boy, ma'am," said Tom more loudly.
"Oh!" exclaimed Cindy. "Aren't you a clever monkey using the telephone! What do you want, monkey?"
"You gotta let me cum, ma'am," he begged. "I don't know if I can hold it much longer."
"I don't have to let you do anything, boy," said Cindy sternly. "And if you want to keep being my nigger monkey boy, you'll hold it as long as it pleases me to have you hold it. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Tom. "I understand. So, please can I cum, Miz Cindy, ma'am?"
"No," said Cindy. "You may not."
"Yes, ma'am," Tom was disappointed even if not surprised.
"Is your monkey wife there with you?" asked Cindy.
"Yes, ma'am," said Tom. "She's right here."
"Give her the phone," ordered Cindy. "Now."
Tom handed the telephone to Latessa.
"Miz Cindy wants to talk to you," he told his wife.
"Hello, ma'am," said Latessa.
"What are you wearing, nigger," Cindy wanted to know.
"Nothing, ma'am," blushed Latessa.
"I see," Cindy said with a hint of condescension. "Slutty nigger. Listen good. You're going to get up on your knees and bend over. Present your black ass and cunt to my monkey. Tell him to put his face up in your crotch and start licking. I want his tongue up in your nasty hole and up and down your monkey gash. Tell him not to stop until you tell him to. Do it now, nigger."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Latessa, shocked at the white lady's orders.
Tom looked at his wife expectantly. Latessa struggled to say the words, but couldn't while he was looking at her that way. So, she got up on her knees and turned away from her husband. Bending over, she spread her legs obscenely. The black man gasped at the sight. He'd seen her this way before, but it never had as powerful an effect on him as it did right now.
"She wants you to lick me, Tommy," Latessa told him, blushing. "You gotta lick it all, even up inside."
"Then I can... have you?" asked Tom.
"I heard that," said Cindy. "Tell him no. I'm giving him some pussy, he should be grateful just to rub his face in it."
"She says no, Tommy," Latessa relayed Cindy's denial. "Just licking."
Well, it was still pretty nice to get a taste, thought Tom. He put his face between his wife's thighs and inhaled her scent. He could tell Latessa was very aroused now. He started lapping at her exposed vagina. She shuddered and moaned in response.
"So, he's started, has he?" laughed Cindy. "You must look like an animal in heat, nigger. A slutty monkey. Listen to me, monkey. You better ask permission to cum before you do. If you don't, I'll whip your ass the next time I see you. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," whimpered Latessa, the pleasant sensations making it difficult to focus on speaking on the phone. "I understand."
Latessa could feel Tom's tongue up in her pussy. He fucked her with it causing her to hump back at him. She did feel like an animal in this position and was sure that's why Miz Cindy chose it. The white lady was actually controlling the both of them in their own bed. It was so degrading. The colored woman felt her orgasm starting to take shape.
"I'm gettin' close, ma'am," gasped Latessa into the handset. "Real close..."
Tom ran his tongue the length of Latessa's slit. When he touched her clit she yelped in surprise.
"Oh!" cried the black woman frantically. "Ma'am? Can I cum? Kin dis nigga cum, Miz Cindy, ma'am?"
"Go ahead and cum, my slutty monkey," replied Cindy.
"Ah! Oh!" Latessa screamed. "Ohhh..."
Embarrassing as it was to cum while Miz Cindy listened on the phone, Latessa just let herself be taken over by her orgasm. Her pussy gushed into Tom's face as the black man eagerly lapped at his wife's sex.
"Oh..., oh...," sighed Latessa, the flood of sensations subsiding at last.
"All done, monkey?" asked Cindy.
"Yes, ma'am," murmured the negro woman. "I's done."
"Good," stated the white woman matter of factly. "Tell that boy to stop licking your cunt.
"Yes, ma'am," said Latessa. "I'll tell him." She looked over her shoulder at her husband. "You can stop now, Tommy."
The black man withdrew, his jaw aching almost as bad as his balls.
"I expect you here tomorrow morning to help with the preparations for the party." stated Cindy.
"Yes, ma'am," Latessa replied, her pussy still pulsating. "I be dere."
"Excellent," said Cindy. "Don't be late."
The line clicked and she was gone. Latessa rested her head on the mattress. Tom layed back down, his dick like a steel rod. After a minute, his wife lay next to him.
"You were wonderful, Tommy," she said dreamily. "Sorry she wouldn't let you cum."
"It's okay, baby," Tom told her. "It'll be that much better when I do." He paused. "Are you going to the Andrews' tomorrow?" he wanted to know. "What was that all about?"
"Yes, I'm going there," she replied. "After you drop me off, you can spend some time with Darlene. Some daddy daughter time together will make her feel better. I've got to get to sleep..."
"All right," Tom agreed. "You're probably right."
Latessa didn't answer. She'd fallen asleep already. Tom turned out the light. He tried to sleep himself, but his erection made it difficult to get comfortable. This had been the busiest day off he could remember and he knew it was going to be along night, too.
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