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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
Ordinarily Latessa would be off on a Sunday, but the Andrews were having a party that afternoon and needed Latessa to help with the preparations. Still, she managed to sleep in a little later than she would have on a week day.
She climbed out of bed, unintentionally waking Tom. Latessa put on her bra and slip under her husband's watchful eye. She looked up to see her husband watching her dress and smiled at him.
"Good morning, Tommy," said his wife. "I hope I'm not getting you all riled up."
Tom didn't say anything right away. Latessa put on her maid's uniform.
"Well, yeah, you are," he said finally. "But, it's worth it."
The colored woman smiled at her husband again before turning towards the mirror and straightening her maid's cap.
"We better get goin' now," she said as she left the room.
Tom got up and dressed quickly. When he got out to the car, Latessa was already waiting for him.
Not too many words were exchanged at the start of the ride to the Andrews' place. Tom wasn't feeling all the way awake yet and Latessa was feeling a little guilty for how she'd had the pleasure of an orgasm the night before while her poor husband got nothing but more unsatisfied arousal. Still, he seemed to get off on it. He didn't have to follow the commands of the bitchy white woman unless he wanted to. And he certainly seemed to want to.
"How late do you think you'll be, Tess?" asked Tom as they drew closer to their destination.
"I don't know," replied Latessa. "I'll be helpin' get things ready for this party of theirs tonight. I don't know if they'll be wantin' me to stay an' help serve guests or anything."
"Okay," said Tom. "Just give a call when you're ready to have me come pick you up."
"I will," she told him. "Spend some time with Darlene, Tommy. She's been home alone most of the weekend."
"Maybe I'll take her to the mall or something," suggested her husband. "That should cheer her up."
They came to a stop in the Andrews' driveway and said their goodbyes. Tom watched while Latessa let herself into the kitchen. Once she was safely inside, he returned to their house.
Latessa was surprised to find Eloise, Bertha's mother, putting groceries away when she walked in.
"Eloise? You're helping out, too?" asked Latessa.
"Dat's right, girl," replied the old colored woman. "Massa Jack jus' loves his ol' mammy's cookin'. I always be makin' da food fo' special occasions."
"Mammy?" Latessa wasn't sure she'd heard right.
"Well, I been takin' care o' him since he be five year old," Eloise told her. "Maybe I ain't so old to be a real mammy, but I been 'round long 'nough to feels like one."
"I had no idea...," said Latessa. "You've been with the Andrews a long time."
"Hell, yes," laughed Eloise. "Seems like a lifetime..."
* * *
It was 'bout forty year ago, give or take. I's eighteen an' da oldest of nine chilluns. My daddy be workin' fo' Big Daddy Andrews back den. Well, he hear dat Mrs. Andrews passed away leavin' dat white man wit' two li'l chilluns all to his lonesome. So, daddy tell him he oughtta git hisself a good nigga girl to take care o' dem young uns 'til he find hisself a nice white lady to marry. An', it jus' so happen dat he had a nigga in mind fo' da job. Me.
At first it be pretty strange livin' in dat big ol' house wit' jus' Big Daddy an' young Massa Jack an' young Miz Judy. Massa Jack, he be 'bout five year ol' an' Miz Judy, she 'bout three at da time. I's used to a big family in a li'l house so it be real new to me. Still, it be steady work in a time when colored girls like me ain't got no easy time findin' any kind o' work.
Well, it weren't long 'fore I's sharin' Big Daddy's bed wit' him. He be a young man still, an a young man got his needs. He ain't got hisself no new wife yet, so it be up to me to take care o' dem needs. I trys to do my best by him, an' he ain't never complained none.
An', let me tell you, dat white man sho' knew how to do a nigga girl right! He kinda nasty what wit' what he be likin' to do wit' me. But it sho' felt good. An, when I be talkin' to him like some dumb ass country nigga he be nuttin' in me hard an' fast. He made me feel like I's made fo' fuckin' an' suckin'! Yep, he sho' kep' dis nigga smilin'!
After I been wit' him and his chilluns for 'bout four year, he tell me how he want me to have a chil' o' my own. He say I's such a good nigga dat he be wantin' to make sho' his own son, Massa Jack, have his own nigga when he growed. So da time to start makin' one be right now. He say he be findin' a buck nigga wit' a nice lookin' mama to breed me wit' so long's I say I's willin'. Course I says yes. I ain't never say no to Big Daddy an' I ain't 'bout to start den.
One night he tell me he found a boy to breed me wit' an' took me out to da barn. Young Massa Jack an' young Miz Judy be in da house an' Big Daddy don't think it right to be doin' dis where dem young uns might hear. We be waitin' dere 'til somebody come knockin' on da barn door.
Big Daddy have me bendin' over da work bench an' stickin' my black ass out an' spreadin' my legs wide. I jus' wait like dat while I listen to 'em talkin'. Big Daddy tell da buck to make it quick 'cause he ain't like havin' his nigga all naked in da barn dis way seein' as how it be cold. Buck tells him not to be worryin'.
I hear da jangle o' a belt buckle an' den I kin feel dat buck nigga's pecker pokin' at my hole. I ain't too wet or nothin' seein' as how it ain't Big Daddy gettin' ready to use me. Don't matter none to dat buck, an he jus' stick it right in me so fast I ain't hardly got time to holla.
Da buck's hands is all rough an' he ain't to gentle wit' his fuckin', neither. It hurt, but I ain't cry out or nothin'. I knowed dat white man care fo' me an' I ain't be wantin' to make him feel bad or nothin'. True to his word, da buck ain't inside me but a minute or two when I feel him bust a nut up in me. Next thing I knows, I hear his pants goin' back up.
Big Daddy tell him he be callin' back if'n his seed don't take to breed me agin, but he be findin' another boy after dat if I still ain't wit' chil'. Buck be laughin' an sayin' how he got three babies by three diff'rent mamas already so he ain't jus' shootin' blanks. After da buck leave, Big Daddy tell me to stand up an' put my robe back on. I never did see da boy dat put his seed in me.
Well, I missed my time o' da month an' was sick as a dog. Weren't long 'fore I's showin'. Nine months to da day after dat night in da barn, out pop da biggest black baby I ever did see. A gurl. I tol' Big Daddy I be wantin' to call her Bertha an' he allowed as dat was fine by him.
* * *
Latessa listened silently amazed at the old woman's narrative. It almost sounded like a story that could have been over a hundred years old, not something that had taken place in her lifetime. It seemed incredible that Eloise would go along with being "bred" with a total stranger. A man who'd she'd never even laid eyes on.
"So you don't know who Bertha's daddy is?" asked Latessa. "You never found out?"
"Nope," replied Eloise. "Aint no need fo' it. I had me a fam'ly already. Big Daddy an' his chilluns be my fam'ly. An' now, Bertha be my fam'ly, too."
"I never asked Bertha how long she'd been with the Andrews," said Latessa. "It's still hard to believe she's been with them her entire life. And you knew Massa Jack when he was still a child."
"Oh, yes," Eloise continued. "Bertha growed up wit' dem Andrews chilluns. Jack an' Judy. Dey da only fam'ly she knows. I remembers when she be jus' a li'l baby..."
* * *
Naturally, Bertha be suckin' at her mama's teat like any chil' would. At night, it be Big Daddy suckin' it an' drinkin' my milk. I ain't mind, 'cause dere be plenty for him an' Bertha. 'sides, he got da right to it seein' as how I's his nigga.
'bout dat time, Massa Jack, he start takin' a int'rest in my udders. Dey plump wit' milk an' da young man can't keep his eyes off dem. He 'bout twelve or so den so it be 'bout time he be takin' notice o' my woman stuff. He be wantin' to suck on my teat to, jus' like a li'l baby.
Well, he be da massa's son, so he got da right to his daddy's nigga's milk. Every day young Massa Jack have me sittin' on da couch in da livin' room wit' him layin in my lap. I be holdin' his head to my teat an' he be suckin' it down like dere ain't no tomorrow.
Still, dere's still plenty left fo' baby Bertha an' Big Daddy, too. Seems like da more dey suckled out, da more got made. My udders be heavy wit' milk all da time, jus' like a big ol' cow. So really, I's grateful fo' dem to be drinkin' it. An' I's glad dey all like it so much.
Big Daddy knowed all 'bout Massa Jack an' me 'cause naturally I be tellin' him. He don't say nothin' to him 'bout it fo' over a year. Den he tell him how he knowed what he been up to an' dat it be time fo' him to be a man and learn 'bout da female.
One day when Miz Judy ain't home, Big Daddy call me up to Massa Jack's room. He tell me to strip off my clothes an' git naked fo' him. You shoulda seen da look on dat young man's face! He be seein' my udders every day, but he ain't never seen my coochie before. Big Daddy has me stand dere wit' my legs open an' tells Jack to touch it.
Let me tell you it felt good to have dat young man touchin' my coochie. I's soaked knowin' how I's da first woman he ever touch. Big Daddy tell him how most womens got hairy coochies, but dat he likes his niggas coochies bare so mines shaved off. He be strokin' my slit an' touchin' my clit. I's surprised he so gentle, like he ain't gotta be tol' how to be makin' a nigga feel good. Course I ain't mind if he be rough wit' it instead. It's his right to use me like he pleases.
Well, I ain't help but notice how young Massa Jack be in some kinda discomfort. I kin see his manhood pokin' up against his britches. I tells Big Daddy dat maybe it be best if he leave me alone wit' Jack an' let nature take its course. Big Daddy allows how dat's a good idea an' he leaves us to ourselves.
I ask Jack if he knows how to use a nigga woman. He say he do, but I kin tell he don't. I tells him how it ain't no shame fo' him not knowin' an' how I's honored to be showin' him. I ask him to take his pants down an' let me at his manhood. I ask him if it feels good when he touches it an' he gits all shy like he ain't know what I's talkin' 'bout. I tells him how it ain't no shame if'n he touches hisself 'cause all mens do it an' mos' womens, too. But, I tells him, it gonna feel a whole better when somebody else be touchin' it.
Massa Jack took his britches down an' lawdy! Did dat young white man have hard one! I's kinda proud o' myse'f for gittin' so worked up. I took it in my hand and gave it a li'l squeeze an' he be moanin' it feel so good. I couldn't he'p but smile. I ask him if wants to feel somethin' better an' he say he do. I tell him dat I be layin' down an' spreadin' my legs fo' him an' all he got to do is git on up 'tween him an' put his thing up in my hole an' do what come natural.
I gotta feelin' he ain't quite so mystified by all dis. Soon as I lays down on his bed, dat young white man be all up 'tween my legs a pokin' his dick at me lookin' fo my coochie. I reached down an' helped him git on inside me. He be humpin' like crazy soon as he feels he be all da way in. Course he don't last but half a minute, but at da end, young Massa Jack be a man. An' I's his first. I's so honored an' proud!
After dat day, Massa Jack be usin' me every which way. Fuckin' my coochie an' fuckin' my ass. He love it when I be suckin' on his dick, too. Course he kept on sucklin' at my teat 'til da day he leave home. Kept on' fuckin' me all dat time, too. Big Daddy ain't mind at all, long as it's his bed I's in at night. 'tween da two o' dem white men, I's jus' bout worn out! But, I's lovin' every minute!
* * *
"So you were Massa Jack's first," said Latessa. "You did something right, since he turned out the way he did."
"I ain't know how much o' dat was me, girl," replied Eloise. "He was always a good man, even den. He sho' did love his poontang, an' he sho' loved usin' his niggas like niggas. But, he ain't never mean to me or Bertha even if he saw us like we was made fo' usin'. He still a kind massa any nigga be happy to be servin'. I knows I was an' I still is."
"You mean cookin' for him like you are now, right?" asked Latessa.
"What?" smiled Eloise. "Ain't you think he still gotta eye fo' his ol' mammy? You ain't think he still be likin' da poontang he got his start wit'? Dere ain't nobody kin suck his dick like me, girl. An' Massa Jack knows it. An' he ain't da only one be likin' my mouf. How you think Miz Judy be keepin' out o' trouble when she be growin' up?
* * *
I remembers Miz Judy jus' be startin' in high school at da time. It was in da afternoon right after school let out. I's up makin' da beds when I hears a noise from Miz Judy's room. I opens da door an' she's in dere wit' some nasty lookin' white boy wit' long hair.
Now, ordinarily I ain't gonna be steppin' in an' tellin' white folks what to be doin', but to me, Miz Judy almost like my li'l girl. I been wit' her since she be three year old. I ain't sittin by while dat precious white girl gets taken advantage of!
So, I orders him out. Miz Judy be angry at me so I tells her she can't be lettin' jus' any scraggly lookin' boy have his way wit' her. She gotta be savin' herself fo' marriage.
After she calms down, she tells me dat she knowed dat boy ain't no good, but she's horny an' he's s'posed to be a good pussy licker. Well, I tells her if dat's all she wants, den I be happy to lick her coochie, an' I kin do it better den any damn scraggly ass white boy.
Well, she got all shy but I could tell she was thinkin' 'bout it. Den she ask me if'n I be tellin' her daddy an' I says no. So, she scoot up on da bed an' take her panties down from under her skirt. She say fo' me to do it an' so I does.
Oh, Miz Judy's coochie is so sweet! She got da cutest puffy pink lips! But, I guess you knowed dat already! I licked on her good an' she was humpin' my face. She cum so hard she be hollerin'! Dat was da end of her bringin' boys home. I be takin' care o' her dat way every day 'til she outta school. An' jus' like Massa Jack, I still be tastin' her even now.
* * *
Latessa certainly did know about Miz Judy's pussy since she'd been licking it just yesterday. Hearing about the old colored woman taking care of the teenaged version of the white lady had her savoring the memory of the recent encounter.
"Course she do love my li'l girl, too," said Eloise proudly. "Jus' like her brother an' her daddy do. Seein' as how I's his son's first pussy, seems right dat my baby girl give her cherry to Big Daddy."
* * *
By da time Bertha was turnin' into a woman, Massa Jack an' Miz Judy was already moved out an' on dere own. Big Daddy be keepin' a close eye on my li'l girl, 'specially now dat she ain't so little no more.
I be keepin' a eye on her, too, an' makin' sho' she know how to be a good nigga fo' her massa. I learned her dat servin' her massa is a honor an' dat she should be grateful to be doin' dat. She know she gotta be respectful an' she gotta do like she tol', even if she ain't like it. Bertha always done me proud an' likewise take good care o' Big Daddy.
He always been happy wit' her an' she kinda like his own li'l girl. Course, she a li'l nigga girl an' he be her massa, so it ain't 'xactly like dat. I learned her how to serve a white man, too. Bertha knows her place an' what she's fo'.
By da time she ol' enough, she knowed how to display herse'f so's her massa kin see her stuff proper like. She knowed to keep her eyes down, all respectful like, an' not to be yappin'. When massa be usin' a nigga, he ain't want his pleasure messed up by no nigga dat ain't know her place.
Even da time Big Daddy took dat girl's cherry, she knowed to jus' be quiet an' open her legs up fo' him. Bertha keep her head turned to da side an' give da man his privacy while he doin' his bidness in her. Now, I knowed her coochie be hurtin' at first, but she took it like a good girl an' ain't cry out or nothin'. She even say thank you to him after he done. I's so proud o' her!
* * *
Latessa knew that Bertha had taken quite a bit more than that. The big black girl enjoyed taking a whupping from Jack and probably from Big Daddy, too.
"I guess Big Daddy couldn't completely let go of Bertha," said Latessa. "She does take care of Massa Jack, but she still stays with Big Daddy an' you."
"Dat's right, girl," laughed Eloise. "Big Daddy, he know a good thang when he gits his hands on it! Most o' da time back at Big Daddy's house, Bertha an' me still be sharin' his bed. Once we started wit' dat when she jus' growed, he ain't never be wantin' to stop. But, dat ain't da only reason my li'l girl ain't never left home."
* * *
After a time away from home, Massa Jack found a pretty white lady to marry. Once dey had da twins, Massa Bobby an' Miz Megan, Bertha started comin' round to be helpin' out.
Now, Miz Andrews ain't have a problem wit' dat, but she ain't too happy 'bout how Massa Jack be likin' to use Bertha like he do. She learned dem chillun to be kinda rough on Bertha. She be a good nigga an' take it from dem. But, she like how Massa Jack is wit' her better.
So, Bertha never did move in wit' dem. But, still, it weren't long 'fore it was plain dat Massa Jack an his wife ain't gonna git along. So, I ain't su'prised when she up an' left her babies behind an' leave. Well, dey ain't 'xactly babies at da time, but you knows what I means.
It weren't 'til 'bout five year ago dat he met Miz Cindy. She can be kinda rough on a nigga, but it ain't outta spite. She do it 'cause she love doin' it. It be easier to take it from her knowin' dat she gittin' off on it. A good nigga wants to be pleasin' to white folks an' when Miz Cindy be usin' me or Bertha, we knows we pleasin' her.
* * *
"I know about Miz Cindy," Latessa told Eloise. "She's rough on me... An' on my husband, Tom."
"Oh, Miz Cindy do love to be usin' buck niggas, dat's fo' sho'!" laughed Eloise. "An', girl, dem buck niggas all love bein' used by her. She make 'em crazy, but dey keep comin' back."
"Tommy loves it, too," replied Latessa. "I guess it's only fair seein' as how much I love bein' used by Massa Jack! Big Daddy, too."
"You a couple o' lucky niggas," said Eloise. "Bertha tell me you gotta girl to home. Eighteen. When you bringin' her round to meet Massa Jack? I knows he'd love her, an' I ain't even knowed what she look like!"
"I'm not ready for that," said Latessa. "I don't think I want Darlene mixed up in this."
"She might jus' like it, girl," Eloise suggested.
Maybe I'm afraid that might be true, thought Latessa. The idea of Darlene involved with all this disturbed her. But at the same time, she couldn't deny that it did spark a twinge of arousal.
"Well, come on, girl," Eloise said at last. "We gots got git finished up here. I wants everything ready fo' Massa Jack's party tonight. I knows you gots to be 'cited, too!"
"I don't know how exciting carrying a tray around is," said Latessa.
"That aint' da part I's talkin' 'bout!" exclaimed the old colored lady.
"Huh?" Latessa asked, puzzled.
"Massa Jack ain't say nothin'?" replied Eloise. "Den I ain't say nothin', girl. Nothin' at all."
The sound of Miz Cindy's bell could be heard coming from upstairs. Eloise looked expectantly at Latessa.
"Go on an' see what Miz Cindy wants, girl," said the old negro maid. "Bertha's gittin' her black ass used by Massa Jack right now an' I gots to finish up cookin' fo' da party. Dat white lady prob'ly be wantin' you anyhow."
Latessa knew that Miz Cindy wanted her. The blonde woman wanted Tom, too. It was just a question of what she wanted them for. Her pussy started to tingle.
Leaving the kitchen, Latessa made her way to the stairway. As she walked past Massa Jack's study, she could hear Bertha's voice and the sound of leather on flesh through the closed door.
Whap!
"Thank you, suh," Bertha's voice could be heard. "Please give dis nigga another one, suh."
Whap!
"Thank you, suh," said Bertha, her voice cracking. "Please whup dis nigga's ass agin, suh."
Whap!
Latessa lingered near the closed door to the study for another few seconds. She was transfixed by the sounds of Bertha's whupping. She tried to imagine what it must feel like to take it like that. The colored woman's pussy tingled at the thought of it.
From upstairs, Miz Cindy rang the bell again. Latessa hurried up to her. The door to her bedroom was open, and the white lady was sitting up in bed.
"Yes, ma'am?" asked Latessa.
"Ah, here you are at last," said Cindy. "Don't keep me waiting like that again, girl, or I'll take a crop to your fat nigger ass. I don't know that you'd like it as much as Bertha does."
"I's sorry, ma'am," Latessa apologized.
"Well, never mind that now," Cindy answered impatiently. "As you probably know, we're having a few close friends over tonight. Naturally, you'll be serving us. Bertha will be part of the evening's entertainment and won't be helping you out so much. Do you think your monkey husband is clever enough to serve my guests without embarrassing me?"
Tom serving guests? A month ago, Latessa would have known that there was no way he'd do it. But now, she was certain he would. Her husband's transformation had been as complete as her own.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Latessa. "He can do that, ma'am."
"Good," said Cindy. "Have him here by six o'clock. He is to wear a white shirt, black slacks, and a bow tie. I don't suppose he has a red jacket, does he?"
"Uh...," Latessa stammered, picturing Tom dressed as Cindy was describing. "No, ma'am, he doesn't."
"No matter," Cindy went on. "We have a few here. I'm sure one will fit him. I prefer the male servants dressed a certain way when I entertain."
"Yes, ma'am," Latessa replied, unsure of what else to say.
"You may go now," Cindy dismissed her.
Latessa went back down the stairs. She paused to listen at the still closed study door.
"Dat's it, boss," Bertha's voice was saying from inside. "Use dis nigga's sore coochie. Please fuck it hard. You too good to yo' nigga, suh... beatin' her coochie so good fo' you be fuckin' it. Oh, massa! It hurts so good!"
Blushing, Latessa hurried on to the kitchen. She felt ashamed of herself for eavesdropping on her master while he used his maid. But, she couldn't help herself. Her heart pounded in her chest. Eloise looked up from her work when Latessa entered the room.
"You all flustered, girl," observed Eloise. "What you been doin'?"
"I... uh... got to call my Tommy," replied Latessa. "Miz Cindy wants him servin' her guests an' I got to tell him when to be here."
Latessa picked up the phone hanging on the wall and dialed her number.
"Hello?" Darlene answered.
"Hey, Darlene," said Latessa, trying to sound casual. "Is your dad there?"
"Yes, mom," said Darlene. "You want him to come an' pick you up?"
"No...," replied Latessa. "I'm not leaving now. Please put him on the phone."
"Okay," Darlene said. "Hang on."
Latessa watched Eloise working at the counter while she waited for Tom to come on. She could hear Darlene knocking on a door and calling out for her father in the background. The line clicked as her husband picked up the extension.
"Tess?" came Tom's voice. "What is it?"
"Miz Cindy wants you here by six," Latessa told him. "She wants you to serve guests."
"Me?" replied Tom.
"Yes," she confirmed. "You've gotta wear your black pants an' a white shirt. She's got jacket for you here. Do you have a bow tie?"
"A bow tie?!" he exclaimed. "I don't have one of those!"
"Well, she wants you to wear one," said Latessa. "So you'll have to go an' get one."
"Jesus, Tess!" Tom protested. "That sounds like a damn monkey suit! What does she think I am?"
Latessa said nothing and the line went silent for a long several seconds.
"Alright," said Tom finally. "I'll be there. Bye."
"Bye," replied Latessa, hanging up.
There was no doubt in either of their minds what Miz Cindy thought he was, or just how apropos his description of the outfit she wanted him to wear was.
"Miz Cindy got yo' man comin' tonight?" asked Eloise.
"Yes," said Latessa. "She wants him to help serve the guests. This must be a pretty big thing to need so many servers."
"It ain't so big," replied Eloise. "But, Massa Jack an' Miz Cindy like dere guests gittin' served proper. An' dat takes more 'n a couple niggas. Dat's fo' damn sho'."
Latessa returned to work, trying to focus on her kitchen tasks. However, the apprehension she felt about the party was almost too much for her to bear.
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