Latessa's New Position
by Neal


Chapter 6 - Ladies' Day


The ride to the Andrews's place was strained the next morning.  Tom
didn't know what to believe.  Part of him wanted her to be lying.  It
couldn't be true.  That his wife was now his boss's to use.  The
thought of it angered him.

But there was another feeling he was experiencing that disturbed him
greatly.  Picturing his beautiful black wife sexually engaged with the
white man left him strangely aroused.  And that feeling left him
ashamed.


 * * *


Bertha surprised her when she arrived as Latessa was finishing the
breakfast dishes.

"I didn't expect to see you until later," she told the big black girl
as she closed the kitchen door.

"Miz Cindy be havin' some o' her friends over," explained Bertha.
"They do like to have their fun with me.  So she tell me to come
early."

"What kind of fun?" asked Latessa, with some apprehension in her
voice.

"You'll see," laughed Bertha.  "That woman think she better than us
niggas.  She just love to rub our face in it.  So do her friends."

"What's funny about that?" Latessa questioned her.  "Why do you
laugh?"

"Haven't you figger'd it out yet, girl?"  The fat negro maid looked
right at her.  "You see me wit' Massa Jack.  You think I'm playin'
wit' him?"

"I don't understand," the older black woman insisted.

"The hell you don't," Bertha laughed again.  "I see you wit' him, too,
girl.  You jus' tellin' yo'self he's makin' you do all that.  You love
it, jus' like me.  You jus' won' admit it.  Tha's all."

Suddenly Miz Cindy's bell could be heard.  Bertha left Latessa alone
in the kitchen as the big negro girl went to her mistress.

It wasn't true, thought Latessa.  Why would anyone want to be treated
in that way?  She thought back to the days not so long ago when she
made presentations to the board of directors.  The young white
man... what's his name... sitting there next to her putting the charts
and graphs up on the overhead projector.  Fetching her coffee.  'Yes,
ma'am', 'no, ma'am', he'd say.  That's how she should be treated.
She'd earned it.

How could it be possible that she enjoyed being forced to strip for
the entertainment of this white man?  To call him Massa and herself
nigga.  To present herself before him so he could use her body for his
pleasure.  Why did she feel her pussy getting moist at the very
thought of it?

The bell rang again.  Latessa hurried to see what the white woman
wanted.  She was unprepared for the sight that greeted her eyes.

Cindy sat on the couch wearing a light sun dress.  She leaned back
leisurely, her legs open and resting on something.  Bertha.  The big
black girl was on her hands and knees with her head up Cindy's dress.
The white woman's legs rested on the fat negro maid's ass.  Latessa
could see where Bertha's head was moving under the fabric and Cindy
squirmed with delight.

"Go get the coffee ready, girl," she said breathlessly, her blue eyes
half closed, her face flushed.  "My guest will be here soon."  The
blonde's body twitched a little and she giggled as Latessa turned back
towards the kitchen.

Latessa ground the beans and put them in the coffee maker's filter
basket.  Cindy was a lesbian?  Would the white woman expect her to
service her the way Bertha did?  It was one thing to be made to be
used sexually by the master.  But by a woman?  And Cindy.  She loathed
Cindy, the stuck up bitch.  The white woman took every opportunity to
humiliate her.  Maybe she wasn't a lesbian, the black maid thought.
Maybe it was just more humiliation for her.  But either way, she
didn't think she could do it and couldn't believe that Bertha could.

She heard the doorbell ring, but continued on with her assigned task.
She could hear female laughter in the other room and then Bertha came
through the door into the kitchen.  Other than her maid's cap she was
completely naked.

"What's going on out there?" she asked the big black girl, taking in
her nude form.

"Miz Cindy's aunt, Miz Catherine is here," replied Bertha.  "She old
school.  Likes us niggas naked.  Don't worry, girl.  You keep that
dress on 'til dey say take it off.  Bring the coffee when it be
ready."

She gathered two coffee cups out of the cupboard and put them on a
tray along with a cup of sugar cubes and a little pitcher of cream
from the refrigerator.  Bertha went back out of the kitchen.  Latessa
watched the big girl's ass shake as she walked across the dining room
until the door swung shut.

In a few minutes the coffee finished brewing and Latessa took the pot
to living room.  Cindy had been joined on the couch by an older white
woman.

Catherine Jefferson had mostly silver hair.  She appeared to be quite
trim and youthful for a woman who may have been as old as sixty.  A
petite black girl with very dark skin knelt on the floor next to
Catherine's feet. She was no older than twenty and was completely nude
except for a plum colored leather collar studded with rhinestones.
Her head was bowed and her hair cropped short.

Bertha was in the display position with her back to the two white
women who appeared to be examining the welts on the big girl's black
ass left by the whupping she'd received the other day at Mr. Andrews'
hand.

"I have to admit it, Cindy, that man of yours has a steady hand when
it comes to whupping a nigger's ass," said Catherine.  "The lines are
almost parallel!  And so even!  Well, except for this one."  The white
lady chuckled.  "I bet this was the good one, wasn't it girl?"  She
ran a finger along one of the welts.

"Yes'm, Miz Catherine," agreed Bertha.  "That be the good one."

Cindy, Catherine, and even Bertha looked up as Latessa entered the
living room.  The kneeling negro girl remained still.

"So this is the new nigger wench Jack is on about," said Catherine.
"Why is she wearing clothes?"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Cathy," Cindy apologized.  She looked up at Bertha.
"Why didn't you tell the new nigger to get undressed?"

The blonde haired woman turned back to her aunt, "I swear, between the
two of them I don't know which is dumber.  But Jack just can't get
enough of either one.  What can I do?  The fat one means well, but the
new one's still uppity.  Doesn't know her place yet.  She doesn't say
anything, but I can see it in her eyes."

"Put the tray down and get out of those clothes now, girl," Cindy
ordered Latessa.  "Whatever do you mean parading around in here
wearing clothes like you were more than just a nigger?"

"I's sorry, Miz Cindy," said Latessa, her face burning with shame.
She quickly put the tray down on the coffee table in front of the
couch and removed her clothing.  After she was naked she immediately
assumed the display position with her legs spread and her hands
clasped on her head.

"See what I mean?" Cindy asked Catherine.  "You can see it in her
eyes.  She talks respectful enough, but the eyes show it.  She thinks
she's somebody.  She still needs to learn she's not."

"Hmmm.  Turn around and bend over," Catherine ordered Latessa.  "Let's
have a look at that black ass."

Latessa faced away from the white women and leaned over, her legs
still spread.  She felt very exposed in this obscene position.

"A little long in the tooth but my, what a nice tight looking bud for
such an old nigger," the silver haired woman observed.  "Hasn't her
asshole been used yet?"

"Not yet," answered the blue eyed woman.  "But soon."

"She a good pussy licker?" Catherine asked.  "The uppity ones hate
that.  Maybe that's why I like to make them do it so much!"

Cindy laughed.  "I don't know.  Haven't tried her out yet."

Latessa felt her face flush.  Listening to these two white woman
discussing her this way right in front her shamed her.  The notion
that she'd put her mouth on another woman's vagina was not attractive
to her.  So she was confused by some of the feelings the idea was
stirring inside her.

"Do you think Jack would mind if I marked her up a bit?" asked the
older white woman, eagerly eyeing Latessa's backside.

"Sorry, Aunt Cathy," said Cindy.  "He hasn't whupped her yet, and if
he isn't the first to put a few stripes on her black ass I'll never
hear the end of it.  After that, though, no problem.  We can make a
day of it once he's had his fun with her."

"Pity," sighed Catherine wistfully.

"Go fetch the hair brush, Bertha," Cindy ordered the big black girl.
Bertha immediately left, heading for the master bedroom.

"Well, he can't object to you warming her ass up a little and you are
my guest," Cindy told her aunt and smiled.

"Why thank you, sweety!" said the white lady happily.  "See, it's
things like that that make you my favorite niece!"

Catherine looked up at Latessa and patted her lap.  "All right, girl.
Up on the couch and lay yourself across my lap like a good nigger."

Latessa stepped to the couch, avoiding the kneeling negro girl.  She
lay face down so that her pelvis was across the older white woman's
lap.  Catherine was sitting so close to her niece that the black
woman's head was on the blonde girl's thigh.

Bertha returned with a wooden handled hair brush and handed it to
Catherine.

"How can you say she's uppity, Cindy?" asked the silver haired woman.
"Look how obedient she's being now.  Offering that sweet black ass to
me so I can warm it up."

Cindy ran her hand through Latessa's hair.  "Oh she's an uppity nigger
all right, Aunt Cathy.  Aren't you, girl?"

The black maid didn't know what to say to that.  She knew she was
going to feel that brush on her ass no matter what she said.

Whap!  "Ow!" she cried.  Whap!  "Ow!"  For an older woman, Catherine
had plenty of arm strength.  Whap!  Whap!  Tears formed in Latessa's
dark brown eyes and rolled down her face.  Whap!  Whap!

The blows were really starting to hurt Latessa as Catherine kept
striking her in the same place over and over.  The black maid's cries
ran together into loud moaning and she sobbed into Cindy's thigh.

Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  The sound of the hair brush on Latessa's flesh
rang off the walls.

The blonde girl kept gently stroking the black woman's hair.  "Shhh,"
she said softly to her, "shhh, girl.  Be brave."  With her other hand
Cindy caressed Latessa's bare back.  "It'll all be over soon.  This is
for your own good.  You must learn your place.  We can't have an
uppity nigger serving us.  You have to understand that."

Whap!  Whap!

Finally Catherine felt that Latessa had had enough or her arm was too
tired to continue.  The older white lady put down the brush and gently
caressed the black woman's butt.  Latessa could smell Cindy's
excitement and could feel her own.

"Mmmm," signed Catherine, "she's heated up nicely.  And she took it
very well.  No struggling or anything."  She slipped her hand between
Latessa's legs.  "Oh, my!  She's sopping wet!  You're wrong, sweety.
No uppity nigger loves to be spanked this much.  This girl knows her
place.  Don't you, girl?"  She addressed this last question to the
black maid.

"Yes'm" she sniveled, her eyes red from crying.  "Dis nigga know her
place fo' sho'."

"See, Cindy," said Catherine softly, "she's so sweet.  Couldn't you
just eat her up?"

"Well, maybe I misread her," allowed the blonde woman.  "She does seem
sweet now.  But I think the hair brush might have more to do with that
than you think, Aunt Cathy."

"Ok, girl," Catherine said, "I don't care what my niece says, I think
you're a good girl and a good nigger."

Latessa felt the older woman's hand begin to rub her wet black pussy.
She felt her other hand caressing her black ass.  Cindy continued
rubbing her head with one hand and her back with the other.  After the
beating she took, she welcomed the pleasure she was now receiving in
spite of the humiliating position she was in.  A minute or two of this
treatment and she began to buck her hips against Catherine's hand and
softly whimpering.

"Oh, how sweet!" the older white woman said quietly to her niece.
"Your nigger girl is humping against my hand!"  She increased the
pressure and speed of her attention to the black woman's cunt.
Latessa responded by pushing back against each stroke as she felt her
pleasure mounting.  Her whimpering replaced by moans of pleasure.

"Ma'am," she murmured.  "Kin dis nigga cum now?"

"Yes, girl," cooed Catherine.  "You may cum for us like a good nigger
should."

"Ah!" cried Latessa quietly as her body stiffened slightly.  "Oh!  Ah.
Ahhh..."

Catherine withdrew her hand which was coated with Latessa's cum.

"Here you are, girl," the silver haired woman said.

She offered her hand to the kneeling negro girl, who eagerly lapped it
clean and then kissed it.  The girl looked up into her mistress's face
seeking a sign of approval.  She cast her eyes down and smiled
slightly when Catherine nodded to her.

"Ok, time to get up," the white lady said to Latessa.  "Fun's over for
now."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Latessa, remembering her place.  "Thank you
for makin' dis nigga cum so good.  I's so grateful."

"You're very welcome," the silver haired woman smiled at her.  "You're
a fine negress."

The black woman got back onto her feet, her legs a little shaky.  She
reassumed the display position.  She wanted to demonstrate her
obedience and willingness to please the older woman in return for the
pleasure she'd received at her hand.  She could see Bertha standing
next to the couch wearing a slight smile on her face.  Cindy's face
was unreadable as she looked straight at Latessa.  Catherine was
beaming.

"See, Cindy," Catherine said to her niece.  "No uppity nigger acts
like this.  She's like a big black kitty cat.  How can you not love
her?  Just look at her!"

The white woman noticed the negro girl was now eyeing Latessa's
glistening sex and inner thighs.  "All right, Lucy," Catherine told
her, "you can have a taste."

The kneeling negro girl fell to all fours and crawled to where Latessa
was standing and, like an eager puppy, lapped her vagina as well as
where her thighs were wet with her juices.  Latessa could barely stay
on her feet, the girl's soft tongue felt so good to her.

Sated finally, Lucy returned to her mistress and knelt at feet.
Catherine reached out and stroked the girls short curly hair.

"Well, I think we should be running along now, Cindy," her aunt said
at last.  "I love your new nigger.  Uppity!  The very idea!  She's
almost as well behaved as Lucy is!  I hope Jack hurries up with all of
his silly 'firsts' with her so we can have some fun."

Catherine turned to Lucy.  "Go fetch your coat and put in on, girl.
We're going outside.  It's a shame to cover that fine nigger body of
yours, but we have to abide by social conventions.  Pity, really, if
you ask me."

Lucy went on her hands and knees across the carpet, over the
flagstones. and only stood when she reached the coat closet.  She took
out a long purple cloth coat that matched her collar and put it on.
She opened the front door as Catherine approached and then followed
her out of the house, closing the door behind them.

"Well, you've got Aunt Cathy convinced," Cindy said, looking up at
Latessa.  "I'm not so sure.  Let's see.  Tell me what you are."

The black maid looked at the floor.  Both Cindy and Bertha looked to
her, waiting for her reply.

"I'm a nigger, ma'am," she said quietly.

"Excuse me?" said Cindy.  "I didn't hear you."

Latessa looked up into the white woman's face.  "I'm a nigger, ma'am,"
she said in a clear voice.  "Just a nigger."

The blue eyed woman smiled coldly at her and hiked up her dress
revealing a small patch of blonde hair at the top of her pink pussy.
She spread her legs without breaking eye contact with the black maid.

"Eat me, nigger." she ordered.  "Get down on your knees and eat my
white pussy.  Show me how good you want to be."

This was the moment of truth, thought Latessa.  Up to now the thought
of sex with another woman disgusted her.  But another woman had just
given her an orgasm she was still glowing from.  Lucy's tongue had
left her weak kneed.  Why shouldn't she go all the way and give the
pleasure she had received.  She still didn't like Cindy.  But somehow,
seeing her spread out like that in front of her made the black woman
want to taste her, to see how sweet that pink pussy was.

Latessa got down on her knees and moved her head between the white
girl's legs.  She could smell the blonde woman's excitement, her scent
was strong and tangy.  The black maid inhaled deeply to fill herself
with it.  She tentatively poked her tongue out and touched Cindy's
pink pussy.  It was soft and warm.  She ran her tongue up her slit and
tasted her.  The blonde was vaguely salty and very musky.

She lapped at Cindy's cunt again, deep into the white girl's slit.
Latessa could feel how wet she was and how her thighs squeezed tighter
as the black woman's tongue went over her clit.  Gradually the negro
maid began to discard her inhibitions and licked and sucked on her
mistress's pussy the way she herself liked to be licked and sucked.

Cindy moaned with pleasure.  "Mmmm, girl," the white girl murmured,
"and I thought you didn't like women.  You're doing just fine."

Latessa could feel the blonde woman's hips bucking as she rubbed her
cunt on her black maid's face.  Faster and faster, the negro woman
could tell her mistress was close and began alternating between
thrusting her tongue in her vagina and sucking on her pussy lips.

"Ohhh... Ahhh..." Cindy wasn't a screamer.  The white girl gushed into
the black woman's face as she climaxed.  She didn't release Latessa's
head from the grip of her thighs until several minutes after her
spasms subsided.

"Stand up, girl," sighed the blonde woman.  "Let me see your shining
face."

Latessa stood, her hands at her sides, her eyes downcast.  What had
she just done?  She knew she'd given pleasure to this mean spirited
white woman.  But what choice did she have?

"You are quite the pussy licker," Cindy praised her.  "A natural.
Now, run along and fix my lunch now that you've had yours."  She
laughed.

 * * *

That night Latessa lay awake long after her husband had fallen asleep.
She could still taste Cindy's pussy and smell her scent.  She could
also feel her own wetness.  It was almost as if more than a servant to
the white couple, she was becoming a slave to her own desires.
Desires she had suppressed so deeply for so long that she'd forgotten
they even existed.  But now, they were all coming back to the surface.


  
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