Bernadine Returns to Her Roots
By Neal


Chapter 10 - Bernadine Works Overtime


Bernadine tossed and turned all night.  She kept replaying the events
of the previous day in her mind.  How had she gotten herself into such
a situation?  How did she let it get so far out of control?  How could
she have misjudged James Hutz so badly?  What could she possibly have
done differently?  What else could she do to raise the money she
needed so desperately to keep her daughters from following in her
footsteps as she now found herself following her own mother's?

Sleep finally came about the time the sky was growing light.  Although
it was a couple hours later it seem like only a few minutes when she
was startled awake by a knocking on her bedroom door.

"Mama?" came Ebony's voice through the door.  "You got a phone call.
Some man named Hutz wants to talk to you.  You want me to tell him to
call back later?"

"No, baby," Bernadine answered.  "I'll come and get it."

The colored woman sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.  Her
knees could still feel the strain from her extended session of
kneeling while servicing the white lawyer.  She put on her bathrobe
and went down to the kitchen where the phone was.  Ebony followed her
and stood in the doorway watching and listening.

"Hello?" Bernadine spoke into the phone.

"Good morning, Bernadine," said James cheerfully.  "I hope you slept
well."

"Yes, I'm fine," she lied.

"Yes ... ?" he repeated expectantly.

Bernadine felt the heat on her face as she realized what he was
waiting for her to say.  She looked over to see Ebony waiting to hear
her response, too.

"Yes, sir," said Bernadine, embarrassed.  "I slept well, sir."

Ebony's jaw dropped and Bernadine blushed.

"Excellent!" he replied.  "Glad to hear it!  Sorry to call on a
Saturday, but I'd like you to come over here for a little while this
morning.  There's some things I'd like you to do that just can't wait
until Monday.  I hope I'm not putting you out..."

"No, sir," she lied again.  "It's no problem.  Do you want me to come
right away?"

"No, no need to rush," said James.  "Take your time.  Half an hour
will be fine.  I'll be expecting you.  Bye now."

"Yes, sir," Bernadine answered as she heard the click of him hanging
up.

The black woman hung the phone up.  Her daughter still looked like she
was in shock.

"Who was *that*?" asked Ebony.  "What's with all the 'yes, sir', 'no,
sir' stuff?"

"That was the lawyer I work for now," Bernadine informed her.  "That's
the man who pays the salary I need to send you to Smithmore.  He's
very... traditional.  He expects a certain amount of deference from
his employees.  When you're older and have to earn a living you'll
understand."

"I ain't gonna be 'yes, sir' with nobody," Ebony announced.  "I ain't
playin' that."

"Would you listen to yourself, Ebony?" sighed Bernadine.  "You sound
like some dumb ass country nigger talking like that.  They'll love
that at Smithmore.  And part of the reason I want you to go to that
school is so that you don't end up having to 'play' that.  I expect
you to respect me and appreciate what I'm doing for you, so knock off
the attitude."

"Mama!" exclaimed Ebony.  "You said..."

"I know what I said, child," Bernadine cut her off.  "And don't act
all shocked.  I don't have time to play this game with you right now."

"You're goin' over to his *house*?" asked the teenager.  "But, it's
*Saturday*!  How come you gotta work on the weekend?"

"Yes, I have to work," her mother admitted.  "That's how it is."

"You always told me to stand up for myself," argued Ebony.  "And now
you're acting like you're this man's slave."

The girl's words stung the black woman more than her daughter could
know.  They came too close to the truth.  She did feel like she was
the white man's slave.  Having her daughter admonish her for it only
served to shame her further.

"I'm not anybody's slave, Ebony," she lied again.  "I have a job and I
have to do it.  That's all.  You want me to stand up and quit?  Is
that what you'd like?  Then you can go to the beautician's academy and
spend your career doing perms and pedicures!  Well?"

Ebony rolled her eyes and stomped out of the room, leaving her mother
standing there angered, shamed, and helpless feeling.  Ordinarily
she'd have straightened the girl out, but she simply didn't have time.
She had to hurry and get herself ready for her "work" at the Hutz
residence.

Bernadine went back up the stairs and closed herself in the bathroom.
She slipped off her robe and looked at herself in the full length
mirror mounted on the back of the door.  Glancing down she saw the
reflection of her nappy haired pussy and remembered that she'd been
instructed to remove it for the white man's pleasure.  She felt a lump
in her throat.

It wasn't that she was so attached to her pubic hairs.  It was the
symbolism that bothered her.  Here she was, a grown college educated
woman, forced to shave her pussy at the whim of some bastard.  She had
to change her appearance simply to please a white man who disgusted
her.  But, she had no choice other than to comply and she hated it.

Bernadine took a pair of scissors out of the cabinet and snipped the
hairs short, putting the clippings in the toilet.  She got out the
shaving cream and lathered her pussy up.  Taking the razor she
carefully shaved her sex bald as a ten year old.  She ran the water in
the tub and turned on the shower.

The hot water stung her tender flesh where she'd shaved close.  After
she finished showering and dried off she took another look in the
mirror.  The slit of her vagina was plainly visible, like that of a
little girl.  She was humiliated already and the white man hadn't even
laid eyes on it yet.

Since she knew what she'd be doing at the attorney's home, she dressed
for convenience.  A pull off top and wrap around skirt.  She thought
about not wearing a panties or a bra so that she'd have that much less
to strip off for the white man, but didn't want her girls to see her
going out that way.

"I'll be back in a while," she called as she went out the screen door.
"Don't wait lunch for me.  I don't know exactly how long I'll be."

Settling in behind the wheel of the Volvo, she found her hand shaking
again as she tried to put the key in the ignition.  She was all to
aware of the fact that she was delivering herself to be degraded.

 * * *

Remembering the words of the mean spirited housekeeper, Bernadine
parked by the garage and walked up to the back door and knocked.  It
seemed like a few minutes before Beulah opened the door and smirked at
her.

"Well, Mrs. Johnson!" she mocked her.  "How good of you to drop by!"

Beulah stood to one side to let Bernadine pass.  The black woman heard
the door shut behind her when the maid spoke to her.

"Just a minute, Mrs. Johnson," Beulah stopped her.  "I hopes you took
care o' dat coochie like Massa James says.  Let me see dat you did."

Bernadine couldn't believe this woman!  The old housekeeper seemed to
delight in embarrassing and humiliating her even more than her
employer did.  But, she knew better than to disobey her.

The negress reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down to
her knees.  Planting her feet well apart, she lifted her skirt high to
prove that she'd followed instructions and shaved her pussy bare.

"Satisfactory?" asked Bernadine.

"You'll do," replied Beulah.  "Now git dem clothes off, girl.  Massa
James likes his niggas naked."

"You're not naked," observed Bernadine.

"No, I ain't, is I?" Beulah smirked.  "I's special.  An' you ain't.
You jus' some nigga coochie, Mrs. Johnson, an' don't you forgit it.
You better mind yo' manners.  I don't care how ol' you is, Massa James
be havin' me take da belt to yo' black ass.  Or maybe he do it
hisself.  He do love givin' a sassy nigga a beatin', so you jus' keep
it up.  Now, do like I say an' get dem clothes off."

"I'm sorry," Bernadine apologized.  "I didn't mean anything.  I was
just asking."

Bernadine didn't doubt that the older negress would delight in beating
her.  And furthermore, she knew that if Beulah did use the belt on
her, she'd just have to take it.  The colored woman pulled off her
shirt and took off her bra.  She untied the skirt and piled it with
the other clothing she'd removed.  Her panties were already around her
knees so it didn't take long before she was stepping out of them as
well as the sandals she'd been wearing.

The black woman now stood completely naked in the kitchen.  Beulah
looked her over closely before turning and heading further into the
house.

"Let's go, Mrs. Johnson," ordered the maid.  "Massa James be waitin'
fo' you."

Bernadine followed Beulah down the hall past the laundry room and
stopped at the next room.  The maid opened the door and the colored
woman followed her in.  This room starkly contrasted with the
luxurious living room she'd been used in the previous day.  A bare
light bulb hung from the ceiling.  Steel shelves with packing boxes on
them lined three of the walls.  An old sofa bed was against the fourth
with the bed pulled out.

"I hopes dis room be okay fo' you, Mrs. Johnson," said Beulah, still
gloating over the younger woman's comeuppance.  "Make yo'self comfy on
da bed.  I go tell Massa James you ready fo' use."

Beulah left the room while Bernadine sat on the sofa bed.  The
mattress was thin and she could feel the metal frame under it.  The
negro woman knew that there'd be no getting comfortable on the bed.

A few minutes later Beulah returned alone.

"Lay yo'self down an' open dem legs, Mrs. Johnson," instructed the
older woman.  "Massa James got hisself a golf game to go to so he
ain't got no time to be warmin' you up.  'Sides, dis ain't gon' be no
love makin' session.  You ain't gotta do nothin' but lay dere while he
stick his dick in yo' coochie.  If'n he likes it, den maybe he take
longer next time."

Bernadine lay down on the uncomfortable bed.  The metal frame poked
her in the back through the thin mattress.  She waited there with her
legs parted.

She didn't have to wait for long.  James appeared a few minutes later.
He was wearing a silk robe, though this one was a different color than
the one he wore yesterday.  Bernadine just lay there on the sofa bed,
looking at him through her spread legs.

"I'm glad you could make it over here, Bernadine," he told the naked
negro woman.  "I've been anxious to make up for not trying that pussy
out yesterday.  Sorry I don't have time for any preliminaries.  I've
got a one o'clock tee time."

"I's jus' be gettin' to da vacuumin', boss," Beulah informed James,
"so's you kin have yo' privacy whiles you doin' you business wit' da
new nigga."

"Thanks, Beulah," said James as he opened his robe.

The big negro maid left and shut the door.  The white man climbed
between Bernadine's legs and poked his cock at her crotch.  She
flinched as he missed her hole and she felt the jab on her tender
nether region.  A couple more tries and he had the head of his dick in
her cunt.  She wasn't aroused at all and her pussy was dry.  That
didn't stop him from jamming it in.

"Not enjoying this, are you?" he asked without expecting an answer.
"That's ok.  I like dry fucking a nigger.  You just lay there and take
it like a good girl."

Bernadine turned her head away so she didn't have to look at him while
he used her body.  Each stroke chafed her labia and she winced in pain
from it.  James seemed to enjoy her discomfort and humped her that
much faster.

"Yeah, girl," he said breathlessly.  "I definitely do like it better
this way.  I love the friction and the way your hole stays tight on my
dick.  Damn!  It feels so good!"

Bernadine grunted as she took the pain and was relieved to feel
herself starting to lubricate in response to James's thrusts.  Now if
she could just get this over with quickly, she thought.

"Ah, you're starting to juice up!" he observed.  "I guess you like it
after all!"

"Yes, I do, sir," she lied, remembering her mother's advise from so
long ago.  "You're so big and it feels so good."

"I knew it!" said James huskily.  "Fuck!  Here it comes, girl!  Take
it!"

The white man plunged his dick in as deep as it would go and
ejaculated in the negro's vagina.  Bernadine felt shot after shot of
semen as the white man dumped his load in her unprotected pussy.  Her
face was hot with the shame being used like a living sex toy.

James lay on top of Bernadine for a minute or two as he softened
inside her.  Finally he pushed off her and stood up.  She looked up
and watched as he retied the sash of his robe.

"You've got some fine pussy there, girl," said the attorney.  "Mighty
fine."

Bernadine just turned her head away.  Her back ached from the metal
frame poking her through the mattress of the sofa bed while he'd been
using her.  James didn't say anything more.  He just turned and walked
out of the room, leaving the door open.

After a few minutes Beulah came in to find Bernadine still laying
there with the lawyer's sperm leaking out of her pussy onto the
mattress.

"Well, Mrs. Johnson," said the colored housekeeper.  "Git on yo' feet.
Massa James say he done wit' you fo' now so you kin git on home."

Bernadine rose and followed Beulah back down the hall to the kitchen.
Her clothes were on the floor where she'd left them.  The older
negress supervised while she dressed and opened the back door for her
when she was ready.  The younger black woman left wordlessly.

"Bye, Mrs. Johnson," Beulah called after her.

 * * *

Bernadine drove around before she actually got home.  When she
arrived, Henrietta was just finishing making lunch for the girls.

"I made enough fo' you, too, Dina," her mother told her.  "I din't
know how long you was gonna be."

"Thanks, mama," she responded.  "I'll just go get washed up first."

Bernadine went up the stairs to her room and undressed.  The clock
radio beside the bed read one o'clock.  James Hutz was just starting
his golf game, she thought.  At the same time she was stepping into
the shower to try and get clean.

 * * *

The next call didn't come until Sunday evening.  Bernadine was ironing
her work clothes and it was Ebony who answered the phone.  The black
teenager came to tell her mother the message.

"Mama?" she started.  "That Mister Hutz called.  He said he was
stopping by in a few minutes.  What's he want?  How come you let him
keep you working on the weekend?"

"I told you it's the nature of my job so you can just stop asking,"
Bernadine said with a hint of irritation in her voice.  "He's got some
work to drop off that can't wait until Monday."

Ebony just shook her head and wandered off.  Bernadine finished the
blouse she was ironing just as she heard the crunch of gravel in the
driveway.  Looking out the window she saw the lawyer's Mercedes
pulling up next to her Volvo.  She hurried out the side door wearing
sweat pants and a tee shirt.

James was just getting out of his car when she met him there.  He was
wearing a fine black suit and was clearly dressed for a formal social
event.  Bernadine could see a white woman with light brown hair
sitting in the passenger front seat.  She was no older than thirty and
was bedecked in jewelry and an expensive looking black evening dress.

"Don't take too long, Jim," said the white lady.  "We'll be late."

"I'll just be a minute, Marcy," he replied, turning to face Bernadine.

Before Bernadine could speak, James put his hand on the black woman's
shoulder and firmly pressed down on it.  Instantly she knew what he
had in mind and she felt a knot in her stomach.  So, it had come to
using her at her own home, she realized.

Bernadine sank to her knees and looked up at the white man.  James
unzipped his fly and took out his cock.  He was already fully erect.
The negress reached out and grabbed it just above his balls and leaned
forward, taking the tip between her lips.  She began sucking on it and
bobbing her head slowly up and down.

Moving her free hand under his balls, she started gently caressing
them in an effort to get this humiliation over with quickly.  She
stroked him as she sucked his dick, bobbing her head faster and faster
with occasional slurping noises slipping out.

Bernadine felt James's hands on the back of her head and he started
thrusting himself into her mouth, his dick jabbing her in the throat.
She gagged and sputtered helplessly as he fucked her face.  Still, she
stoked faster, desperate to finish him off.

Finally, her efforts were rewarded by a blast of hot semen as the
attorney ejaculated in the negro's mouth.  Bernadine almost choked as
she swallowed it all, not wanting to have to go back in her house with
a face full of cum or drops of jism all over her chest.

Spent, James stepped back from her and his cock slipped out from
between her thick negro lips.  A single strand of sperm stretched and
broke, leaving a thin wet line over Bernadine's chin that hung down to
her breasts, soaking into her tee shirt.  The lawyer zipped up his fly
and sat back in the car as the black woman remained on her knees in
the driveway.

"She looks a little old, Jim," observed Marcy, breaking the silence.
"But then, I know how you use that colored housekeeper of yours."

"Well, you didn't want me going to the club formal with the woody I
had, did you?!"  James replied.  "Besides, this one's got a sweet
mouth on her.  Nice pussy, too."

"Well, I've got a nice pussy, too, sweetie," the white lady said
suggestively.

Marcy held up her left hand and smiled as she wiggled the ring finger.

"And all you have to do is put a ring on me," added the brunette,
smiling, "and you'll know just how nice it is."

"I'm not ready to commit yet, Marcy," James was saying as he swung the
car door shut.

The motor of the Mercedes started up and Bernadine couldn't make out
the rest of the white couple's conversation.  James backed the car out
of the driveway, leaving the negress kneeling in a cloud of dust.  She
blinked in the glare of the headlights.

Once the car was out of site, Bernadine slowly got to her feet and
went back in the house.  She got herself a glass of water and rinsed
out her mouth, spitting the remnants of the white man's orgasm down
the sink.  The taste of the attorney's semen was still present,
though.

Out in the living room, Ebony and Taneesha were watching television.
She was relieved that the girls hadn't seen her mother's debasement.

"You two better think about getting ready for bed," she told them.
"Tomorrow's the first day of school and I don't want you staying up
too late."

She returned to the ironing board and put another blouse on it.
Monday would be here soon, she thought, and she had to be ready for
work.



  
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