Latessa's New Position by Neal | Neal's Home Page | ASSTR Home Page
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
As Tom drove closer to the Andrews' place, his anxiety level increased. He was already uncomfortable enough dressed in a white shirt, black slacks, and a bow tie. The idea of joining Latessa in serving their employer's party guests had the black man on edge.
After parking the car, Tom knocked on the back door. He'd expected his wife or perhaps Bertha to answer. The big black woman who answered certainly looked much like Bertha, but was easily twenty years older.
"You mus' be Tessa's husband," she greeted him. "I's Eloise. Bertha's mama. Miz Cindy say fo' you to go see her soon as you here. She out in da livin' room."
"Okay," replied Tom, his dick stiffening at the idea of the white lady wanting to see him.
"So, Miz Cindy gots to you, too, boy?" laughed Eloise. "I heared how Miz Judy had some fun wit' you. You jus' can't he'p yo'se'f when it come to dem white ladies! Well, Miz Cindy sho' got her ways wit' buck niggas like you! Treats 'em like dogs an' dey jus' keep comin' back!"
Tom's face grew hot at the realization that the old colored woman noticed his growing erection tenting his trousers. Embarrassed he stepped quickly through the kitchen, Eloise's laughter ringing in his ears.
Miz Cindy was seated on the couch in the living room reading a magazine. The sounds of a vacuum cleaner came from upstairs. Latessa must still be busy doing housework, thought Tom.
"Well, well," smiled Cindy, putting her magazine down. "Look who's here. My nigger monkey. Drop you pants, boy. Now."
Tom quickly complied, his heart pounding. He hated himself for his lack of will in the face of the white woman. However, something about Miz Cindy made it impossible for him to displease her by disobeying her.
The black man stood there, his pants around his ankles and his hard dick standing straight out. The blonde eyed it with a wicked grin on her face. Without taking her eyes off it, Miz Cindy picked up the bell she from the table beside the couch and rang it.
A few seconds later, Bertha appeared.
"Yes, ma'am?" said the big black girl, standing expressionlessly waiting for instructions.
"Go get my gloves, girl," ordered Cindy. "And be quick about it."
"Yes, ma'am, Miz Cindy," replied Bertha.
The colored maid hurried up the stairs. Tom was utterly humiliated to have Bertha see him this way. It was bad enough that he knew the power that Miz Cindy had over him. It was far worse for others to see that he was the white lady's plaything.
Bertha returned with the pair of white gloves that Cindy had worn during their previous encounter. The blonde took them and put them on. The big black girl stood by with a barely disguised look of bemusement.
"You may return to your work, Bertha," Cindy told her.
Bertha turned and walked off, leaving Tom alone with Miz Cindy. The white lady grabbed his nut sack and squeezed it hard. The black man groaned in pain.
"Put your hands behind your head, boy," hissed Cindy. "That's how a nigger presents himself for inspection. I shouldn't have to tell you that. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Tom, his voice strained. "I'm sorry, ma'am."
Cindy relaxed her grip slightly, much to Tom's relief. In spite of the pain, his cock was still rock hard.
"So, you've been a good boy, haven't you, monkey," observed Cindy. "I'm glad you haven't forgotten whose this is."
"Yes, ma'am," said Tom, "I won't forget."
The white woman wrapped a gloved hand around Tom's dick. The pain in his balls was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure he felt now. He dared not move, even though the urge to buck his hips was strong. Cindy slowly started to stroke his cock.
"Feels good, doesn't it, boy?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am," he gasped. "Real good."
"It doesn't always have to hurt, see?" cooed Cindy.
Tom didn't reply. Instead he just stood there enjoying the pleasure he felt radiating out from his cock. He could tell he was close to ejaculating. Pre cum drooled from the tip of his dick.
"I bet you'd like to cum, wouldn't you, monkey?" asked Cindy playfully.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Tom hopefully.
"Well, you can't," grinned Cindy cruelly.
The white lady bent the black man's erection down between his legs. Tom doubled over in an effort to ease the pain. Cindy released her grip and stood.
"Kneel, nigger," she commanded him. "Kneel before your better."
Tom dropped his knees, his erection bouncing.
"Face on the floor, boy," ordered Cindy.
Bending forward, Tom rested his face on the carpet. He felt Cindy's foot on the back of his head.
"What do you say, monkey?" asked Cindy sweetly. "Didn't you enjoy that?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Tom, his voice muffled. "Thank you, ma'am."
"Good boy," Cindy praised him. "Now get up and put that boner away."
Cindy took her foot off Tom's head. He rose to his feet and pulled up his pants. He kept his eyes on the floor, unable to face the white woman who'd just humiliated him. The debasement and his acceptance of it was demeaning, but the arousal he felt as a result left him even mor ashamed of himself.
"Well, that was amusing," smiled Cindy, looking him up and down. "This is a good look for you, boy. All you need now is a jacket. I know just the one for you. Follow me."
Tom followed the white lady back through the house, past the study door. At the end of the hallway, she stopped and opened a closet. Cindy produced a red blazer from the rack inside.
"Put this on," she ordered. "I think it'll fit you fine."
Tom put the blazer on. It looked like something a bus boy in a restaurant would wear. Not even a monkey suit, but something less.
"Perfect," said Cindy, satisfied with her selection. "Now go to the kitchen. Eloise will tell you what to bring out. My guests will be arriving, so be quick about it."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Tom.
The black man made his way back towards the kitchen. As he passed the stairs, Latessa was coming down them. His wife seemed a little startled to see him. He could see her eyes go to the crotch of his pants where his erection was clearly visible.
"Tommy," was all she said.
"Hey, baby," her husband replied.
Cindy came along and smiled when she saw their embarrassed interactions.
"No time for dawdling," she scolded. "You have work to do."
Latessa and Tom went to the kitchen as Cindy inspected the living room, making sure everything was ready.
Going through the swinging door the black couple were surprised to see an unfamiliar negro woman sitting at the kitchen table. She had very dark skin and close cropped hair. She was dressed in a light loose fitting sun dress. She looked to be at least eight months pregnant.
"An' here she be!" exclaimed Eloise when she saw Latessa. "Gladys, dis here be Tessa an' her husband Tommy. She been workin' here since you been gone."
"Hi, Gladys," said Latessa, glancing at the colored woman's swollen belly. "I'm glad to finally meet you."
Before Gladys could respond, Bertha came into the kitchen.
"Massa's guests be here," she announced. "Y'all best start gittin' ready."
Bertha took off her apron and started unbuttoning her maid's uniform. Gladys stood and pulled her dress up over her head. The pregnant negro was completely nude underneath. Latessa noticed that in spite of her condition, the girl kept her pussy bare. Even Eloise began undressing.
"What you waitin' on?" Bertha asked Latessa as she stepped out of her uniform. "Git dem clothes off, girl! Massa Jack wants us niggas naked fo' his guests. All 'cept fo' da buck, dat is."
Latessa was stunned, but after a moment's reflection wasn't surprised. Still, the idea of a houseful of strangers seeing her naked body embarrassed her. At the same time, though, she could feel her pussy moistening. Tom's dick stood at attention as the negro women disrobed.
"We ain't puttin' on a show for you, boy!" exclaimed Eloise. "Take dem snacks on dat tray on out fo' dem white folks. I hopes you knows how to be makin' drinks fo' dem."
"Uh, yeah," stammered Tom, still feasting his eyes on the naked female flesh all around him.
Tom picked up the tray of appetizers from the counter and headed out.
Bertha adjusted her maid's cap after she finished undressing. Latessa followed suit. Somehow, wearing only the cap was even more embarrassing than simply being naked. Her eyes drifted to Gladys. The pregnant girl's breasts rested on her belly, her swollen nipples so dark that they appeared to be black. Together, the negro women waited for their summons to show themselves to Jack and Cindy's guests.
Latessa could hear the sound of voices though the closed kitchen door as people began arriving at the front door. Tom must be doing double duty answering the door as well as serving guests, she thought. After a long few minutes, Miz Cindy's bell could be heard.
"Time fo' us to git on out dere," said Bertha. "Dey ready fo' us. Dis yo' first time at one o' da massa's parties, so I best be tellin' you not to be sayin' nothin'. Massa Jack jus' be showin' his niggas off. It ain't our place to be heard. Jus' seen. You jus' make sure dem white folks kin see what you got an' make da massa proud o' us. 'kay?"
"'kay, Bertha," replied Latessa.
Bertha led the way through the door, Gladys was right behind her. Latessa felt her stomach in a knot as she followed after the other two naked black women. From the sounds, she knew she'd be exposing herself to a roomful of complete strangers.
Jack was talking with a small group of white men standing near the center of the living room. Cindy sat on the couch along with some other women, including Jack's sister, Judy. Latessa recognized another of them as Cindy's aunt Catherine. Lucy, the young black woman who'd accompanied the older white lady during her last visit, sat naked at her mistress' feet.
Tom, still in his red jacket and bow tie, was moving through the crowd of party goers carrying a tray of drinks. He looked up as his wife entered the room along with Bertha and Gladys. He felt his dick stiffen at the sight of the black women's naked bodies. Latessa's pussy was tingling at the sheer excitement of walking nude among the group of well dressed white folks.
Turning towards the naked colored women, Jack smiled happily. Latessa blushed as she felt all the eyes in the room upon her. Her nipples were hard and she could feel the dampness growing between her legs.
"This way, girls," instructed Jack.
In this part of the room, thick exposed wooden beams held up the roof. A heavy wooden pillar supported the beam. Bertha and Gladys walked over to the pillar where Jack had indicated. Latessa followed, her anxiety increasing when she noticed the heavy metal hooks screwed into the wooden beam. Everyone in the room turned to face them.
Bertha stood with her feet apart and her hands clasped behind her head without needing to be told. Gladys assumed the same position, too. Latessa felt her face grow hot with humiliation as she followed suit, displaying her naked body for a roomful of strangers.
"Not bad, eh?" Jack asked the onlookers as he walked up to Gladys, hefting one of the pregnant girl's breasts. "Just look at this one! Udders heavy with milk already. I'm sure there's enough for everyone who wants a taste to get one. Due to her condition, I won't beat her as part of the entertainment tonight, but I'm sure you'll all agree that this nigger's succulent body is a pleasure to behold all by itself."
Gladys looked at the floor and blushed with a bashful smile on her face as Jack squeezed her breast, causing a little milk to squirt out. Latessa tried to keep her eyes forward, but couldn't help but take a glance at the pregnant girl. Tom was also having a hard time focusing on his duties serving drinks instead of staring at the display intended for the guests.
"Now this here's my new nigger," Jack continued speaking while he stepped up to Latessa. "Hard to believe she's the mother of a teenager. She was hidden away in an office before she came to me. A waste of a good nigger, I know, but now she's where folks who appreciate her fine qualities can enjoy her. Let's have a better look at her."
Jack gently prodded Latessa backwards, silently encouraging her to take a step back. She did so and felt her back against the heavy pillar.
"Tom, my boy," called Jack. "Fetch the box behind the bar and bring it here."
Tom took a moment to realize that Jack was talking to him. He quickly went to the bar on the other side of the living room and placed the tray of glasses on it. Looking behind the bar, he saw a wooden chest. Since it was the only thing that could be called a box, he picked it up and brought it to his employer. He tried not to look Latessa in the face, but couldn't keep his eyes off of his wife's naked body.
"Thank you, my boy," Jack praised him. "This nigger here is Tom's wife. I'm sure he's proud of her and how much she pleases me. Isn't that right, Tom?"
"Yes, sir," replied Tom, embarrassed at the attention.
"I think he's enjoying the show, too," laughed Cindy, standing near her husband.
Tom blushed with the realization that his dick was poking a tent in his trousers that was obvious to all. He hurried back to the bar to pick up the tray. A couple of the white women watched him go by with bemused expressions.
Jack opened the chest and produced a heavy leather strap from it. He placed it under Latessa's breasts and fastened it behind the pillar. The colored woman was essentially secured to the post. The white man brought out a pair of leather wrist cuffs, and placed them on her.
He took out a length of chain with clips on the ends. Clipping one end to the cuff, Jack lifted Latessa's arm over her head and put a link over one of the hooks. He repeated the process on her other wrist. She now stood naked with her arms stretched up over her head. A bead of sweat rolled down from her forehead.
Producing another set of leather cuffs from the chest, Jack squatted and placed them on Latessa's ankles. Taking another length of chain, he clipped one end to the cuff and lifted it as he stood. He lifted the black woman's leg so high that if it weren't for the strap securing her to the post, she'd have lost her balance. He slipped a link in the chain over another of the hooks on the beam, leaving the colored maid standing on one foot.
Latessa was a little scared when Jack fastened another length of chain to her other ankle and lifted it high, securing it to another hook. Only the strap supported her full weight now. Her legs were spread wide, her feet at the level of her head. Tom stared gape mouthed at the display. His wife's pussy and asshole were plainly visible, completely exposed for all to see. His erection was so hard it ached.
The negress felt as if she was nothing more than a female body for these white people to look at and enjoy. A piece of living erotic art. A hunk of meat. It was humiliating to the extreme for Latessa, but the most shameful aspect of it was how aroused she was. Jack stepped back and admired his handiwork.
"Pay close attention to the genitalia on this one," he told them as if he were a guide in an art museum. "The labia are very attractive, and the clitoris is peeking out. A perfect vagina. Very sensitive, too. Notice, too, that her anus is still nice and tight. Most niggers have had this hole used so much by this age that it's lost some of the natural pucker."
Latessa was mortified by her objectification. Listening to Jack talk about her this way as if she was just a thing was incredibly degrading. But, what she was wishing for wasn't release from this humiliation. No, what she wanted was to be touched. To have her sex stroked. She didn't even care about the strangers watching.
"Now, I'll prepare Bertha for the main event," Jack announced.
Jack stepped over to where the big black girl was standing, her hands clasped behind her head. Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her around so that her backside faced his guests. Latessa could see the long thin welts her master had given Bertha in the study earlier that day.
"As you can see," he continued, "I warmed her up a little earlier."
The white man took a pair of leather cuffs like the ones he'd secured Latessa with and placed them on Bertha's wrists. Jack clipped them both to a single length of chain that he attached to a hook in the wooden ceiling beam above her. The big black girl's arms were stretched over her head, her wrists together.
Finally Jack produced what looked like a broom handle with cuffs on each end. He fastened one cuff around one of Bertha's ankles. The big black girl had to spread her legs wide to allow him to get her other ankle in the other cuff. She was actually using the chain on her wrist cuffs to help steady herself and keep her balance.
Jack ran his hand over Bertha's bare back, caressing the fat negro maid. She flinched a little when he touched the welts that criss crossed her ass and the backs of her thighs.
Latessa turned her attention away from Bertha's predicament when she saw two older white men coming her way. The black maid could see them approaching between her spread legs.
The younger of the two had a full head of graying hair and looked somehow familiar. After a few moments, Latessa realized that he was Joe Parkinson, a state senator as well as Miz Cindy's father. She also recalled that she'd voted for his opponent in the most recent election, yet here he was, enjoying the view of her exposed sex.
The older man's hair was white as was his mustache. Most likely he was Cindy's uncle, the county court judge, thought Latessa.
The two white men examined Latessa closely. The colored woman found their interest both degrading and arousing at the same time. Naked, chained, forced into a humiliating position that exposed her most intimate parts while two well dressed gentlemen inspected her nude body, she felt like an animal on exhibit.
"She is very attractive," replied the younger of the two men. "Jack definitely has good taste in negroes and an eye for detail! The asshole looks almost virgin, like Lucy's."
"Only because Cathy won't let us use her, Joe!" chuckled the older man. "Can you believe that nigger still has a cherry? She's almost twenty!"
"Well, Lucy is Cathy's nigger, Sam" said Joe. "She wants to keep her that way. It's a shame, though. Lucy's got to be nice and tight. But this one looks pretty good, too."
Sam and Joe turned their attentions to Gladys, who was standing next to where Latessa was secured. The judge reached out and gave the pregnant girl's breast a gentle squeeze causing a drop of milk to form on her dark nipple.
"I see Gladys is about ready to pop!" exclaimed Joe. "I hadn't seen her since I had to return to the capitol. She wasn't milking yet then."
"Oh, I have her brought by my office every day," winked Sam. "Suckling this nigger's teat is an after lunch treat I can't resist. Of course I have to make use of that sweet mouth of hers after that!"
"I'm sure," agreed Joe. "I could use her right now, but I'm not about to do it here. I'll have a word with Jack later. Maybe he'll favor his father in-law with the pleasure of one of his new nigger's holes."
Latessa watched the two older men laugh and walk towards the bar. It was hard to believe that those two held such high social position given their crude nature, she thought. Naturally, it was unlikely they displayed this side of themselves in public.
No sooner had Sam and Joe drifted off, than Cindy and her aunt Catherine walked up. Lucy was right behind them, crawling on her hands and knees.
"I'm sure you remember Tessa, Aunt Cathy," said Cindy. "Jack still hasn't beaten her, but that will likely change tonight. This party is the perfect occasion for it."
"That would be most wonderful!" exclaimed the older white lady. "I loved spanking her pretty black bottom, but the first real beating is always an exciting experience. Nothing puts a nigger in her place like being made to take it that way. It simply removes any doubt in their minds about who is in control."
Latessa felt a twinge of fear at the thought of being beaten, especially in this position where her sensitive pussy was so helplessly exposed and vulnerable. She glanced down to see Lucy's dark brown eyes sparkling with excitement. The young colored woman was so much like a puppy dog that the black maid almost expected to see her panting.
"Oh, there's no doubt in this one's mind who's in control," smiled Cindy.
"And you thought she was uppity!" laughed Catherine. "Look at her! I do believe the girl's actually creaming at the attention!"
Latessa blushed with the knowledge that her arousal was so apparent. It was humiliating to be displayed this way, but only a slut would be so shameful as to enjoy it.
"You're right, Cathy!" exclaimed Cindy gleefully. "What a nigger!"
The blonde grinned as she reached out and ran a finger up the slit of Latessa's pussy. The negro's legs quivered at her touch. Cindy held her finger up and the two white women examined it. The black maid could see her wetness glistening on it.
Cindy reached her hand up to Latessa's face, running her wet finger over the colored woman's thick lips. The scent of her own musk filled the negress's nostrils.
"That's you, girl!" Cindy informed her. "You slutty nigger! You're loving this!"
The young white woman proceeded to run her fingernail along Latessa's pussy lips, lightly scratching her sensitive labia. Cindy took a moment to play with the negro's clit, flicking at the little nub of flesh, making the black maid squirm in her bonds.
"You want a taste, girl?" Catherine smiled as she asked Lucy. "You want to taste this nigger's pussy?"
Lucy grinned broadly and nodded from her place on the floor. Cathy looked at Cindy, who stepped out of the way. The young black woman rose to her knees and put her face between Latessa's legs. The colored maid moaned with pleasure when she felt the girl's soft tongue on her sensitive pussy. Her chains creaked as she tried to open her legs further.
"Does she taste good?" cooed the older white lady. "Is my little monkey enjoying herself?"
Without slowing the action of her tongue, Lucy nodded. Latessa had already been very aroused and the young black woman's licking was bringing her close to orgasm. Her breathing quickened and her eyes closed. She knew she had to ask permission to cum, but also knew she wasn't supposed to speak.
"That's enough, girl," Catherine stopped her. "If you're good, perhaps you can have some more later."
Lucy sank back onto her hands and knees, her face glistening with Latessa's juices. The negro whimpered and bucked her hips, rattling her chains, but to no avail. The pleasurable sensation of the young black woman's tongue had ceased.
Tom hadn't missed any of this scene. He'd had to adjust his erection after seeing Lucy kneeling between his wife's spread legs. The highly sexually charged atmosphere coupled with his already high degree of stimulation was almost too much for him. He considered begging Miz Cindy for relief because he didn't think he could last much longer.
He was surprised when the blonde woman walked up behind him. Tom had been so focused on Latessa and Lucy that he'd failed to notice Miz Cindy approaching him.
"Enjoying the show, boy?" asked Cindy sweetly. "I bet my monkey has a boner. Don't you, monkey?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied shamefaced.
"Well, be a good boy and maybe you'll get a chance to cum," she taunted him. "Wouldn't you like that?"
"Yes, ma'am!" exclaimed Tom eagerly. "I can't take much more."
"You'll take as much as I choose, boy," Cindy's voice was suddenly stern. "Don't you forget it."
Tom swallowed hard. The last thing he wanted was to displease the young white woman.
"Oh, no, ma'am!" he stammered. "I know that, ma'am! I didn't mean that I wouldn't!"
"Good," replied Cindy curtly. "Now get me some white wine. Quickly. The show's about to start."
Tom poured his mistress a glass of wine. She took it and turned her back to him in order to better see the proceedings. Jack had stepped in front of where Bertha was positioned. The big black maid still had her wrists chained to the wooden ceiling beam, her arms stretched over her head and her legs spread wide by the wooden pole.
"Bertha's been such a good girl that she's getting a treat tonight," announced Jack. "I hope you all enjoy it, too."
Jack held a leather flogger in his hand. A thick black handle with a dozen leather strands attached to it. He swished it through the air once before bringing it down on Bertha's bare back.
Thwack!
The sound of leather slapping flesh rang through the room. The guests fell silent and looked on intently. Jack raised his hand and brought the flogger down again across the negro's back.
Thwack!
Bertha barely moved as she silently took the blow.
Thwack!
The loud smack was the only sound in the room.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Jack used more of a side arm motion and flogged Bertha's fat black ass and thighs. Red stripes shown across her back from the whipping.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Bertha gasped at the last stroke, which rang louder than the others. Still, she took it stoicly as the welts became visible on her punished flesh.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Turn around, girl," Jack ordered Bertha. "Time to do the front."
Her chains rattling, the big black maid shuffled her feet around to face her master as well as his guests. The spreader bar restricted her to small movements, so it took almost a minute for Bertha to reposition herself and offer herself up for further abuse.
Thwack!
Jack layed a stroke across her heavy hanging breasts. Bertha winced, but didn't make a sound.
Thwack! Thwack!
Two more strokes left their marks across her nipples. Jack used an upward motion to whip the bottoms of her breasts. The force of the flogger actually lifted the negro's mammaries with each blow.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Bertha whimpered and her body glistened with sweat. Jack lowered the flogger and went to work on the big girl's thighs, occasionally the tips of the lashes striking between her legs.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Latessa was amazed to notice that Bertha was actually trying to open her legs further as if she wanted to feel the lash on her tender pussy. Her own sex tingled and she wondered what it must feel like. She could see the welts on the big black maid's thighs so she knew that Jack was putting some force into the blows.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Using an underhanded swing of the flogger, Jack started whipping Bertha directly between her legs. Blow after blow landed on the negro's vagina. Latessa's amazement grew as she saw the fat black woman bucking her hips into the lashes as if meeting the thrusts of a lover. The big girl moaned almost continuously.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"You want it, nigger?" asked Jack breathlessly. "Do you?"
Bertha nodded her head vigorously and squatted as much as the chains on her wrist would allow, opening her legs further. Jack obliged her with three more strokes on her exposed sex.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Jack then gripped the flogger so the lashes hung down. He put handle between Bertha's legs and started pushing it inside her pussy. Latessa's eyes grew even wider as she watched him start to fuck her with it as if the flogger's handle was a dildo. The big black girl grinned open mouthed as if she was enjoying the treatment.
Her master pumped the flogger handle into her faster and Bertha moaned louder. Finally she started whimpering frantically. Jack whispered something to her that Latessa couldn't hear.
"Oh! Ah!" cried Bertha. "Ohhh!"
Bertha was in the throws of an orgasm. Latessa looked on in shocked disbelief as the sweaty, welt covered negro woman came with the instrument of her ordeal deep in her pussy. It was as if the line between pleasure and pain had been completely obliterated.
Jack removed the flogger from between Bertha's legs and held it up to her face. Eagerly, the fat black maid licked her juices from it, finally kissing it.
"Good girl," Jack praised her, gently running his open hand over her welted flesh. "Good girl."
Latessa's heart was pounding and she knew her pussy was creaming again. How could it be that Bertha could be brought to orgasm by the lash? It was incomprehensible to her. At the same time, she almost wanted to experience it herself, but was too afraid of the pain.
Tom was just about beside himself. Watching Bertha flogged had him so aroused that he could feel a wet spot of pre cum in his shorts. He also found himself wanting to fuck the big black girl. Actually, he'd be satisfied to fuck anyone or anything at this moment.
He looked away from Bertha to see Miz Cindy standing in front of him with a wicked grin on her face. She was looking at his crotch and the big bulge in his trousers.
"You are absolutely shameless, boy," she told him. "You'd think you'd have some sympathy for another nigger getting whipped, but no. All you have is a boner. I bet all you're thinking about is sticking your pecker in her hole right now. You don't even care how beat it is."
Tom blushed and was ashamed. He knew she was right. But, he was just overwhelmed with lust and pent up sexual energy. He couldn't help it.
"Come with me, boy," she ordered. "Bring my drink with you."
Miz Cindy turned and walked to where the naked black women were still on display. Tom picked her glass up from the bar and followed behind her. She stopped in front of where Latessa was chained. His wife's legs were spread wide, her pussy glistening. The blonde took the glass from his hand.
"Do you want to fuck her, boy?" asked Cindy. "Do you want to stick your dick in her monkey cunt?"
Tom looked around, all eyes were upon them.
"Uh...," he started. "Yes, ma'am."
"Strip, monkey," she ordered. "Get those clothes off and I'll let you have some."
"Right now?" asked Tom, embarrassed at the attention.
"Of course," grinned Cindy. "Get naked or you can forget it."
Latessa couldn't believe this was happening. She'd become accustomed to the humiliations heaped upon her by Jack and Cindy. But she wasn't prepared for having her husband involved in such a degrading public display.
Tom tried to read his wife's expression. He knew how bad he wanted it and was ashamed to realize that if this was the only way he'd get to have her, he'd do it. He just hoped she'd understand.
"Don't look at her, boy," Cindy scolded. "This isn't up to her. It's up to me. We own her and we own you. I'm just offering you a little treat. Do you want it or not?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied.
"Well, then get undressed," she instructed. "Monkeys don't wear clothes. Especially when rutting. Now, get with it."
Tom took off his clothes as the party guests looked on. His face burned when he got his shorts down and his hard on sprung out. He heard a few feminine giggles from the crowd, but he didn't stop. Finally, he was completely naked, standing in front of his helplessly chained wife.
"Good monkey," smiled Cindy patronizingly. "I knew you'd come around. Horny nigger. How bad do you want it, boy?"
"I want it bad, ma'am," replied Tom, the humiliation burning inside him.
"Let's see...," mused the blonde. "Jack, honey? Let me see the crop."
Jack reached into the wooden chest and pulled out a black leather riding crop. He handed it to his wife. Cindy's eyes shone and her grin grew wider. She slapped her hand with it, as if to gauge the strength of the implement. However, from the way she wielded it, it was clear she was well familiar with the item.
"Tell you what," said Cindy casually. "You can have three strokes in her pussy. How's that? But, first, I give her three strokes with the crop. You want it that bad?"
"You mean you'd whip her?" asked Tom.
"That's right, boy," Cindy assured him. "Either that, or you can just put your ding-a-ling away right now. It's the only way you're getting any pussy tonight."
Latessa was flabbergasted at this development. Would her husband actually agree to this? How could he?!
Tom's dick throbbed with arousal. His erection ached it was so hard and stretched. He knew he'd feel ashamed afterwards, but he had to have it.
"Yeah," he said at last. "Yes, ma'am. I want it."
"I thought so," Cindy grinned evilly.
The diminutive blonde swung the crop between Latessa's spread legs, slapping her right on her exposed sex.
Whap.
Latessa gasped from the surprise of it. It was nowhere near as hard as Bertha must have taken. Cindy was obviously maintaining close control over the force of the blow. But still, it stung.
Whap. Whap.
The bound black woman whimpered at the last blow. Cindy had made the last one count. She could feel her pussy swelling.
"Go stick it in, boy," Cindy urged him. "Her hole's ready for you."
Tom stood between his wife's spread legs and put the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Latessa winced a little as he pushed it in. He could tell it gave her some discomfort, but he was beyond holding back. Her tightness felt so good to him, he just started thrusting into her, oblivious of the onlookers.
Whap!
The blow startled him as he felt the crop across his back.
"Take it out, monkey," commanded Cindy. "That was three strokes. That's all you get."
Tom forced himself to withdraw from Latessa's pussy. His cock was jerking on its own, wet with his wife's juices. Being controlled this way was incredibly degrading, but his mind was completely overcome with lust.
"You want some more?" cooed the blonde. "How many strokes do you want? One more? Three?"
"Three," he croaked, not even taking a second to answer.
"Three it is!" laughed Cindy. "Horny monkey!"
Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Owww!" cried Latessa.
"Go get it, monkey," Cindy told him. "But three is all you get!"
"Sorry, baby," he whispered to Latessa as he stood in between her legs.
He could see the welts rising on the insides of her thighs and even one across her pussy. Tom was ashamed to realize that they added to his excitement. Latessa had to take it for him. For Cindy. So did he. He really had no choice, he told himself.
Once again he put the head of his dick between her swollen pussy lips and pushed in. His wife groaned as he forced his length inside her. Tom felt his balls twitch with the first stroke. With the second, he knew he'd gone past the point of no return. He jammed his cock in deep with the third and exploded a weeks worth of stored up cum.
"Uh," he grunted as he ejaculated in his wife's cunt.
Latessa felt the first shot inside her. It was as strong a blast of cum as she'd ever felt from him. In spite of the pain, she was glad he'd finally gotten some relief.
"Did I say you could cum?" Cindy scolded him. "Out, boy. Now!"
Tom stepped back just as another spurt of seed shot out of his cock. It hit Latessa in the belly. The next hit her in the pussy. He stood there with semen drooling from his dick and his face burning with shame.
"Bad monkey!" she admonished him. "Now clean her up! You know the way."
Kneeling in front of Latessa, Tom put his face into her just fucked cunt. He started sucking his own semen out of her vagina while the party guests looked on. The act was humiliating to the extreme. Now that the heat of the moment was subsiding , he wondered if it had been worth it. He'd surprised himself with his willingness to take his pleasure at the price of his wife's pain.
The soft touch of her husband's tongue was almost soothing to Latessa. Her pussy stung, but the feel of Tom's cock filling her followed by getting licked was pleasurable in spite of the pain.
She closed her eyes and allowed the pleasant sensation of having his tongue in her hole and up and down her slit. Tom gently sucked her swollen labia and softly circled her clit with his tongue. Latessa could feel an orgasm building and realized she'd be able to cum through the pain and started to hump back at him.
"That's better," said Cindy, satisfied. "Stop it now, boy. She's already starting to enjoy it. Now get dressed and get back to work. Honestly! I suppose shouldn't expect self control from a couple of monkeys."
Latessa humped empty air when Tom withdrew his face from between her legs. He put his clothes back on, and the party guests resumed their chatter. Chastised and humbled, the black man picked the serving tray from the bar and resumed his duties. Now it was even more difficult to meet the eyes of the people he offered drinks to.
* * *
Once the last of the guests had left, Jack released Latessa and Bertha from their bonds. In spite of the fact she was covered with angry looking welts, the big black maid simply began cleaning up the living room without even pausing to dress. Gladys went off to the kitchen to dress.
Latessa stretched some, her joints had stiffened from being in the same position for so long. Her pussy was sore and she could feel it with every step she took. Cindy stood and watched her, her hands on her hips and a smile on her face. She was still holding the riding crop.
"I must say you pleased Jack and me very well tonight, girls," said Cindy, looking right at Latessa. "In fact, you were so good I've got a little treat for you. You, on the floor. Off the carpet. On your back."
The black maid blushed, instantly understanding what the blonde had in mind. She walked over to the flagstone entrance way and lay on the cold hard floor. Cindy went to her and stood over Latessa's head. The negress could see up the white woman's evening dress and wasn't surprised to see she hadn't been wearing panties.
Cindy slowly squatted over Latessa's face. The colored woman breathed in the heavy perfume of her mistress' scent. She started licking the length of the blonde's pink pussy and tasted her tangy musk. The black maid flinched when she felt the blonde lightly, but insistently tapping the riding crop between her legs.
"Hurry up and get me off, nigger," hissed Cindy. "That's what you're for. Serving your betters."
Gradually, Cindy increased the force of the tapping on her tender pussy with the riding crop. Latessa licked the white woman's sex with more energy, paying much attention to the little pink nub of flesh. The blonde ground her crotch on the negro's face, and the tapping of the crop turned to slapping as she drew close to orgasm.
"That's it...," breathed Cindy. "Use your tongue. Work it, nigger..."
Her discomfort turning to pain, Latessa began tongue fucking the white lady, pushing it deep into her in a desperate effort to make her cum. Cindy was using the crop now like a jockey urging a mount to the finish line. Suddenly, the blows stopped and the maid felt her mistress' pussy gushing in her face.
"Oh, yes!" cried Cindy. "That's a girl!"
Cindy rocked back and forth on the hapless negro's face. Latessa could only gasp for breath. At last, her orgasm subsided, and the white woman lifted herself up a little.
"Now for your dessert, nigger," she told her. "Open your mouth."
Again, Latessa knew what was in store. Cindy delighted in degrading her maid to the fullest even after she'd given her mistress such pleasure. The blonde let loose a trickle of piss that splashed on the colored woman's face.
Quickly, the negress positioned herself so that the rest of the white lady's pee went in her mouth. Latessa swallowed as much as she could to avoid spilling any, which would be the cause of a scolding.
"Clean your better, bitch" ordered Cindy.
Debased and degraded, Latessa licked the last drops of urine from Cindy's pussy. The white woman rose and looked down at her, a bemused smile on her face.
"Good girl," she praised her, almost mockingly. "You barely spilled any. You're getting better at this. Now, lick up what got on the floor and then get to work helping Bertha."
Latessa rolled over onto her hands and knees, lowering her face down to the small puddle of piss on the flagstones. Cindy stood, her hands on her hips and watched as the colored maid licked up the foul liquid.
Cindy walked away. Latessa could hear her footsteps on the stairs. Apparently, she was through with her. Tom had returned earlier and had witnessed the whole scene. She could see that her husband had enjoyed the show, his arousal obvious by the protrusion in his trousers.
Latessa then joined Bertha picking up after the party. The taste of Cindy's pee was strong in her mouth. Tom watched the naked maids go about their tasks while he feigned straightening up the bar. When they appeared to be about finished he brought his wife a glass of wine.
"This'll get the taste out of your mouth," he told her.
"Thanks, Tommy," she said, drinking it down. "Damn, she's nasty."
"Yeah," agreed Tom.
"You don't seem to mind, though," replied Latessa, handing the glass back to him.
Bertha chuckled a little overhearing them as she made her way to the kitchen. Tom blushed hearing the truth. Latessa followed the big black girl into the kitchen leaving him alone in the living room to gather the rest of the used glasses.
"Did it hurt bad when Massa Jack whipped you?" asked Latessa, once they'd returned to the kitchen. "It sounded like he beat you hard."
"Course it hurt, girl!" laughed Bertha, putting her uniform back on. "Massa ain't holdin' nothin' back when he take the whip to my ass! You felt it, too, when Miz Cindy was whuppin' on yo' cat even if she be holdin' back some. Dat white lady kin give a good whuppin' wit' dat crop."
"No, I don't think she did it as hard on me as he did on you," said Latessa. "But it did hurt. It looked like you were... enjoying it when Massa Jack was beatin' you between the legs."
"Girl, I's used to dat whip," Bertha told her. "Gittin' my coochie used gits me goin' if it be da whip or da massa's dick. Da pain don't be gittin' in da way o' me gittin' off. You git used to it, too, Tessa. You'll see."
Tom came in the room just as Latessa had finished dressing. The two of them went out to the car. She gingerly took her seat. He spoke to her once they were driving down the street.
"How are you feelin', Tess?" he asked. "She didn't hurt you too bad, did she?"
"Pretty sore," replied Latessa. "But it isn't as bad as I thought it would be."
"Sorry...," he apologized. "I... don't know what came over me..."
"You like seein' your woman beat, don't you Tommy?" she said. "You liked seein' that white woman whip my coochie, didn't you?"
"Well..., yeah...," Tom admitted. "I know it ain't right... But it's the way it is... This whole week had me so fired up... I just couldn't help myself..."
"I don't mind takin' it for you, Tommy," Latessa told him. "I don't think I'll get to like it the way Bertha does, but I'll take it for you."
And for Massa Jack, she thought. Of course she'd take it for him.
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