Latessa's New Position
by Neal


Chapter 4 - Service Lessons


The next morning Mr. Andrews didn't seem to act as if anything had
changed.  He took his breakfast with his wife and spoke to the maid in
the same tone he'd always used.

After Latessa finished the lunch dishes, Bertha arrived.

"Massa Jack wants me to fill you in on a couple of things, girl," said
the big black woman.  "First, you gots ta show proper respect when you
talk to him.  That mean you don't say 'me' or 'I' to him.  You call
yo'self his nigga.  It's gotta be yo' nigga dis and yo' nigga dat.
Understands?  The other is the Massa love to hear his nigga's talk
like old time slaves.  I do it so much, I catch myself doin' it to
home.  You wanna please Massa, that's what you do."

Latessa had finally been able to begin to get over her negative
reaction to being called nigger.  She was starting to ignore the petty
humiliations.  But this.  She would have to call herself nigger?  And
talk like an ignorant slave?  This would take more of her will to get
through.  She thought of her old office and how far she'd fallen since
then.

"I knows Massa Jack be waitin' now," said Bertha.  "He don't like to
wait too long."

The two black women walked through the house to the study and the big
girl knocked on the door.

"Come in." called Mr. Andrews.

A they entered, Jack came around from behind his desk.

"Get on your knees, Tessa," he ordered.  Latessa, still dressed in her
maid uniform got on her knees and awaited further instructions.  He
undid his pants, letting them fall to his ankles.  He sat in a leather
chair.

"Do you suck Tom's cock?" he asked.

Taken aback at the personal nature of the question, Latessa hesitated
for a moment.  "Not very often, Massa" she replied.  "Only on his
birthday."

"On his birthday!" laughed Jack.  Bertha snickered.

"So you don't enjoy sucking cock, eh?" he questioned her.

"No, sir." was her reply.

"Well, you'll suck mine, won't you, girl?" he asked, now serious.

"Yes, Massa," she answered, hanging her head with the shame of it.
Remembering Bertha's coaching she said, "Yo' nigga do what you want."

"Did you tell her to talk like that, Bertha?" he asked, smiling at the
big black girl.

"Dat's right, Massa," Bertha replied.  "I sho' did."

"Well, I love it!" he gushed.  "I know it sounds silly, but it really
gets my dick hard.  Good girl!"  He looked back an the kneeling
colored woman on the floor.

"So suck it, nigger" he ordered.  She moved forward on her knees until
she could get her head into his lap.  She took his white cock between
her thick black lips and sucked.

"You gots to lick it first, girl." corrected Bertha.  "Lick it all
over then suck it."

Latessa let his cock slip out of her mouth and lapped her tongue along
the length of it.  Again and again finally followed by her sucking the
head back in.

"Now bob your head," Bertha instructed, "like yo' face was a coochie
fuckin' Massa's dick.  Use yo' hands on his balls.  Dat's what he
like."

This was the part that always left her jaw aching that led to poor Tom
only getting head on special occasions.  But now, she had no choice
but to fuck Jack's cock with her mouth.  Faster and faster she went as
she gently fondled his balls.

"Oh, Tessa!" he sighed, "you are a fine cocksuckin' nigger.  And with
so little practice..  But, you'll get plenty of practice now...  Ah!"

She could feel his balls twitch and with a grunt he ejaculated in her
mouth.  She continued to suck until she felt him going flaccid.  She
had spat Tom's semen out the few times she'd actually let him cum in
her mouth, but she knew instinctively that that would be very
disrespectful and swallowed all she could.  She could feel some
leaking out the corner of her mouth and running down to her chin.

"Don't do that, girl," said Bertha as Latessa went to wipe it off with
the back of her hand.  "Tha's disrespectin' the Massa.  He tell you to
wash yo' face when he want you to.  You jus' say thank you an' wait
fo' what he want you to do."

Latessa looked up at Jack from her knees.  "Thank you, Massa," she
said sheepishly.

"You're welcome, Tessa," he replied.  "You seem to have some on your
blouse, too.  Don't touch any of it.  I think I like it there."

"Yes, Massa," she said evenly, but inside she was panicking a little.
What if Tom noticed?


 * * *


Tom didn't notice the few drops of semen on his wife's face and blouse
or at least he didn't ask about them on the drive home.  He seemed
preoccupied with his own concerns..

That night in bed he reached out to her and she withdrew from his
touch.

"What's the matter, baby?" he asked.  "Has this whole job thing got
you so down?"

"It's not exactly what you think, Tommy," responded Latessa, rolling
over to look him in the face.  "There's more to that job than we
thought.  I've had to... well... do some things I'm not proud of."

"Like what?" he questioned her.  He felt a twinge of arousal as he
tried to imagine what those things might be.  He quickly suppressed
the thought, ashamed of his excitement.

"I don't want to talk about it," she replied.  "Just understand that I
can't... right now.  Ok?"

He rolled over, turning his back to her.  His mind returned to
speculation as to his wife's activities at the Andrews place.  Hers
returned to the memories of them.  They both lay awake without
speaking another word.


  
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