Latessa's New Position
by Neal


Chapter 5 - Taking Latessa


They still hadn't spoken when Tom dropped his wife off at the Andrews
place.  He was too mixed up about his feelings and didn't want to say
anything that would make things worse.  Latessa had nothing more to
add to what she'd already said the night before and it was eating him
up to know what she was talking about.  Instinctively he knew
Mr. Andrews was at the heart of it.

He got to work early and since this was a day that his boss would
actually be in the office in the morning, he waited for him to arrive.

It was well after nine when Jack arrived.

"Mr. Andrews, I've got to speak to you," said Tom, rising to his feet
as his boss walked by him towards his office.

"Tom!" he exclaimed.  "I'm glad you're here.  I've got some good news
for you.  Come on in."

Tom followed him into his office.

"I just signed the contract," Jack continued.  "New client.  I think I
can get fifteen or twenty hours extra for you.  I know I should spread
it through your department, but I understand the financial pressure
you're under and I want to help out."

Tom didn't know what to say.  He had been prepared to confront his
boss and find out just what he had Latessa doing up to that house of
his, but now he paused to consider.  It wouldn't be the first time
she'd told him something just to avoid having sex with him.  This
could be another one of those times.  If he got all indignant with
Mr. Andrews over this and the boss didn't know what he was talking
about he'd look like an idiot.  Not to mention the fact that the extra
hours he needed so desperately could be lost.

"So, you still want them?" said Jack.  "I'd like your answer now,
because if you don't, I've got to make sure they're covered."  The
white man looked Tom in the eye.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Tom stuttered.  No way was he going to jeopardize
this with any wild accusations.  "I'll take 'em.  Thanks, sir."

"Good!" Jack said heartily.  "Glad to hear it.  Now what did you want
to talk about?"

"Well, uh," Tom tried to think quickly, "that was it, sir, the hours.
I wanted to ask if any had turned up yet.  That's all."

"You must by psychic, Tom my boy," continued his boss.  "The ink isn't
even dry on the contract yet.  Actually, I'd like you to get over
there and scope out the condition their stuff is in.  Suzy has the
address and phone number.  Get it from her.  Make sure we've got spare
parts for what they've got.  You know the drill."

"Right, Mr. Andrews," he said, still somewhat dazed.  "I'll take care
of it."

Tom left to go collect the new client's information from Mr. Andrews'
secretary.  Good thing the boss spoke first, he thought, or things
could have been said that might be hard to take back.


 * * *


Jack got home in time to enjoy the lunch Latessa had prepared for him
and his wife.  He lingered after Cindy had left the table.

"Tessa, when you're finished with the dishes I want you to come to the
study," he instructed her on his way out of the room.

"Yes, suh, Massa," she replied, feeling her heart starting to pound
already.

She stood before the sink, and hastily washed the plates off in the
soapy water.  Latessa felt a tingling sensation inside her and could
sense the growing dampness between her legs.  The anticipation was
overwhelming to her as she tried to imagine what her white master had
in mind.  She hurriedly completed her kitchen tasks and went to Jack's
study.

"Come in," he called in response to her knock.

The negro maid walked in and closed the door behind her and saw that
her master was on the phone.

He covered the mouthpiece with his hand.  "Get undressed," he ordered
and resumed his conversation.

She quickly complied.  She couldn't believe she was so eager to submit
to this white man's will.  She needed the money he paid her as a maid,
but she was sure he'd keep her on even if she didn't suffer this
humiliation so gladly.  She felt a wave of shame wash over her as she
realized she was turning into a willing participant in her own
debasement.

Jack waved her around behind his desk once she was naked.  Latessa
stood in the display position he'd told her to assume whenever she
undressed for him.  With her hands on her head she stood before him
with her legs spread.  Without dropping a beat in his discussion of
business matters on the telephone he reached up, slid his hand between
her legs and slipped his finger into her vagina.  She gasped at the
suddenness of it.

He looked up at her and smiled.  He withdrew his hand and held up a
finger, shiny with her juices and showed it to her, and winked.  He
held it to her lips and she instinctively began to suck on it.  After
a long few seconds he put his hand back between her legs and slowly
stroked her pussy.  She felt her legs tremble at his touch.

Finally Jack hung up the phone and turned his full attention to
Latessa.  He brought his other hand up and caressed her breasts, first
one and then the other.  Lifting them, squeezing them, running his
hand over them.  All the while he kept rubbing her pussy with the
other hand faster and harder.

She moaned as she pressed her crotch into his hand as she felt her
pleasure building inside.  Yes, she thought, she was standing here
naked in front of a fully clothed man, her legs gaping open and his
hand working her pussy.  It was a humiliating position, to be played
with like some kind of human toy.  But she couldn't deny how good it
felt.

"Massa," she whimpered, "kin I cum?  Kin yo' nigga cum now?"

"You're a good nigger, Tessa," he said softly.  "You may cum for me."

This time she just whimpered softly and gushed into his hand while she
continued to buck her hips as she stood there, her knees feeling weak.

"Thank you, Massa," she said, "fo' makin' yo' nigga cum."

"You're welcome, Tessa," he told her, "now get on your knees for me."

Latessa opened her eyes and knelt of the floor.  He held his hand out
to her.  It glistened with her cum.  She leaned forward and lapped at
it, looking right into his steel blue eyes.

"Good girl," he praised her when she'd finished licking her juices off
of his hand.  "Stand up."

She stood and resumed the display position.  He ran his fingertips
over her bush with one hand and reached back to pick up the phone with
the other.  He pressed a single button on the base and spoke into the
handset.

"Bertha, come in here," he said.

Thirty seconds later there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," he called and the big black girl walked in.

"Bertha, why didn't you tell Tessa she needed to have her coochie
naked for me?" he asked.  "I'm a little surprised at you."

"I's sorry, Massa," she said her eyes downcast.  "I guess I jus'
forgot."

"I'll be dealing with you later about this, girl," he said sternly.
"Sometimes I think you like getting switched and you just do this to
get what you want."

"I's sorry, Massa," the young black maid said again with a hint of a
smile on her face.

"Well, be that as it may," he continued, "I want you take Tessa and
take care of that little detail immediately and bring her back here."

"Yes, Massa," Bertha replied, looking back up.  "Let's go, girl," she
said to Latessa.

The two negro servants left the study.  Bertha in her maid uniform,
Latessa completely nude.  She felt very exposed walking around the
house naked.  Cindy sat on the couch in the living room and watched as
the black women walked by.  She smirked to herself for a second and
then went back to the magazine she was reading.

Bertha led Latessa into the servant's bathroom and got out the shaving
cream.  The big girl lathered the older negress's pubic region up,
took a razor, and slowly shaved her pussy bald.  Latessa hadn't ever
done this before and now her coochie was naked for the first time
since she was twelve.  She hadn't ever felt so naked and exposed
before.

Back towards the study they went, Bertha delivering the freshly shaved
Latessa to her master.

"Hold it, ladies," said Cindy from her spot on the couch.  "Come here,
Tessa."

Latessa slowly walked over to her while Bertha just stood where she'd
stopped.

"Ahem," Cindy looked up the naked black maid.  "Aren't you supposed to
display for me like a good nigger girl?"

She hadn't been told to do that for anyone but Jack, but she knew she
had to do what the white woman said.  She felt strange spreading her
legs out and clasping her hands on her head for a woman.  Especially
one almost fifteen years her junior.

"Hmmm," said Cindy.  "I see you're all shaved and ready to go.  You
look like a proper nigger slut."  She reached out and touched
Latessa's pussy.  The black woman shuddered at the sensation of the
blonde's hand on her.

"I bet he's going to fuck you now," she said.  "He does love to fuck
the niggers.  But keep in mind he's just using your body to get
himself off.  You're like a live sex doll to him, that's all.  Because
you are just a nigger.  Nothing more.  Just something for him to stick
his dick into.  Not even a whore.  A thing to be used.  Get it?"

"So you had all those people working for you, huh?" she asked, looking
up into Latessa's face from her seat on the couch.  She stood, though
the top of her head barely came to the black woman's chin.  "That must
have been something to see.  Miss high and mighty sitting in judgment
of all those folks.  Doling out the raises and vacation time.  Writing
employee reviews.  What power you had over them!  'Yes, ma'am', 'no,
ma'am' from all those white men with families to support."

"But now here you are," she stated.  "Standing naked and shaved in my
living room about to go and be used by my husband like a nigger
whore."

Whap!  The diminutive blonde woman reared her hand back and slapped
the naked black maid across the face.  She hit her so hard her eyes
watered.

"Well, Miz department head," she asked, grinning up at the shocked
negress, what are you going to do about that?"

Latessa was shocked at this treatment and the slap stung her, but
stood still and took it.

"Well, you're not anything but a nigger now, bitch," she said.  "Don't
ever forget it.  Too bad my husband doesn't like me to be there the
first time he uses a new bitch.  I'd love to be there.  I will be
there next time though.  And I'll be there the first time he uses your
black ass.  That's right girl, he'll shove his cock right up your
nigger ass.  How about that?"

Latessa didn't know what to say and so said nothing.

"All right," Cindy finished, "that's enough for now.  Take your black
butt in there to get used."

The colored woman dropped her arms and joined the big black girl and
continued on to the study.  She had been aroused in anticipation of
more of Mr. Andrews attentions.  The incident with his blonde wife had
been a stark reminder of the reality of the situation.  The
realization left her shamed.  The fact that she already wet for him
humiliated her.

She was not going to meet a new exciting lover.  She was on her way to
submit to her white master, she realized.  He didn't see her as sweet
young thing.  When he looked at her he saw a sexual animal.  A nigger
bitch to use.  Just like Miz Cindy said.

"Don't take Miz Cindy personal," said Bertha quietly.  "She gets like
dat sometimes.  I don' think she like how Massa Jack loves to use us
niggas so much."

The two negro maids returned to Jack's study where he was waiting.

"Let's have a look at you," he said, motioning for Latessa to join him
behind the big wooden desk.

She quickly came as he instructed and assumed the proper posture for
him.  He leaned forward and stroked her now bare pussy.

"Very nice," he said approvingly.  "Very nice indeed.  I was going to
give you five strokes for forgetting to tell Tessa she needed to be
shaved.  But since you did such a fine job on her I'll give you ten."

"Thank you, Massa," she said, trying to hide her smile.  The blush was
almost audible in her voice.

"Get naked, Bertha," he ordered her, "and assume the position.  You
know what to do."

The big black girl quickly undressed as Jack stood and walked to a
cabinet in the corner of the room.  By the time he'd selected a wooden
switch to use on the forgetful servant she was already bent over,
resting her hands on his desk, offering up her fat black ass for
punishment.

"I'd like you to count them out, girl," he said conversationally.

He stepped closely to her and rubbed both butt cheeks in turn with the
palm of his hand.  He took a step back, raised the hand holding the
switch and...

Thwack!  Bertha flinched from the blow and her large hanging breasts
shuddered.

"One, Massa," she said.  "Thank you, suh."

Thwack!  No flinch this time, but her breasts still swayed.

"Two, Massa," she counted.  "Thank you, suh."

Thwack!  He struck her harder and the big black girl whimpered.
Latessa was astounded with herself that she was getting very aroused
watching Bertha getting whupped.

"Three, Massa," she gasped.  "Thank you, suh."

Thwack!

"Ow!" she cried.  "Three, Massa.  Thank you, suh."

And on it went until the last one.

"Brace yourself, girl," said Jack.  "This last one will be a good
one."

Thwack!!

"Agh!" she cried out in pain.  "Ten, Massa," her voice wavered.
"Thank you, suh."

"That's all, Bertha," he said softly.

He stepped closer to her and ran his hand over the welts that were
coming up on her dark flesh.  The room was so quiet that Latessa could
hear the sound of Bertha's soft whimpering and heavy breathing.  Even
the almost inaudible sound of her tears dropping onto some papers on
Mr. Andrews' desk could be heard.  Her own heart pounding in her ears.
She wondered what it was like to be whupped like that.  She knew that
witnessing it left her pussy soaking.

"Good girl," he said at last to the bent over black maid.  He turned
towards Latessa, rapping the switch on the desk top next to Bertha.

"Bend over here, Tessa," he said.  "I'm ready for some of that nigger
coochie you've got for me."

Latessa stood next to Bertha and bent over, half afraid he would use
the switch on her.  She heard him unzip his pants and immediately felt
him behind her, entering her.  Switching the fat black girl had
obviously gotten him hard and watching the whupping had the older
negress wet and ready.

"I love taking a new nigger for the first time," he said with
satisfaction.  "I love using them every time, but the first time is
always special."

Jack slowly entered the new maid's pussy as she was bent over his
desk.

"Damn, girl, but you are so wet!" he said as he fucked her.  "You
loved watching me whup her big fat nigger ass, didn't you?"

"Yes, Massa," she said dreamily, her attention focussed on his white
cock moving in and out of her black pussy, not on the question.

Bertha remained, bent over, standing next to her.  Latessa felt so
dominated by the white man as she submissively took each thrust into
her black body.  Jack started to go faster and she could feel the
stirrings of an orgasm building inside her.  She was starting to get
close when she felt him drive deeply into her and ejaculate in her
vagina.

"Ungh...  ah..." he grunted as he filled her with his sperm.  Latessa
was disappointed realizing she wasn't going to get to cum.  Jack was
clearly only concerned with his own satisfaction, not that of his
negro maid.  He withdrew himself from her and slapped her on the ass.

"Nice pussy, girl," he said.  "I could fuck you all day.  But, I've
got to get some work done.  Clean my dick off."

Her pussy was still throbbing, waiting for release.  But that wouldn't
be coming this time.  Latessa kneeled before her master and licked the
mixture of semen and vaginal juices off of it.

"Ok, you niggers run along now," he said.  "Take your clothes with you
and get dressed somewhere else."

Latessa remained on her knees for a moment as the idea that he
expected her to dress out in the living room in front of his wife with
his semen leaking out of her just fucked black pussy.  As she stood,
Bertha elbowed her gently.

"What do you say to da man?" whispered the big black girl.  "You done
got a coochie full o' his cum in you."

Latessa hung her head a little.  "Thank you, Massa," she said quietly,
unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.  "Thank you for usin'
yo' nigga dat way."

"Any time, girl," he replied heartily, "any time."

Bertha and Latessa picked up their clothes and went back out into the
living room to dress.  Cindy looked up from her magazine to watch.

"Come here, both of you," she ordered.  She indicated the clothing
they carried "You won't need that."

The two black maids dropped their uniforms on the floor and went to
the blonde haired woman.

"Hmmm," she mused and looked at the welts on Bertha's ass and the cum
running down Latessa's leg.  "Looks like nigger number one got whupped
and nigger number two got fucked.  Is that about the size of it?"

"Yes, ma'am," replied the fat negro girl.  "Massa Jack done whupped me
and used Tessa after."

"Go dress in the kitchen," she said dismissively.  "I think I've seen
enough of your nasty black asses already."  She looked right at
Latessa.  "And don't leak on the carpet."

They picked up their clothes again and went and dressed in the
kitchen.

"Didn't that hurt, Bertha?" Latessa asked the big girl when they were
alone.

"'Course it hurt, girl!" she answered.  "Massa Jack done tore my ass
up!"

"But why did he give you more strokes," Latessa blushed, "when he was
pleased how you shaved me?"

"'Cause he know I like it!" laughed Bertha.  "Massa know I like him to
warm my butt up dat way."

"I... I...," the older black maid stammered, "I don't understand."

"You will, girl," said the big girl with a smile.

 
 * * *


Latessa once again had to deny her husband that night.

"I'm serious, Tommy!" Latessa said sternly.  "Don't make this so hard
for me.  Just believe me when I say I can't do what you want right
now."

"Is Andrews... is he fucking you?" he asked point blank.

"What do you think, Tommy!" she shot back.  "Weren't you the one to
deliver me to him?  You brought your own wife to that white man!  Of
course he fucked me!  And I sucked his dick.  And I swallowed his cum.
He calls me nigger and uses my body the way he wants."

"No," replied Tom calmly.  "No, baby.  You lyin' to me.  I know you
is.  You just mad 'bout all this.  That's all."

"Believe what you want to believe," she replied, rolled over, and
turned her back on him.

They lay awake in the dark well into the night.  Each alone with their
own thoughts.  Thoughts of Mr. Andrews having his way with Latessa.
Thoughts that made Latessa wet.  Thoughts that made Tom hard.


  
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