Latessa's New Position
by Neal


Chapter 7 - Family Service


Tom no longer felt like he was driving Latessa to work anymore.  As
the black couple went down the suburban street to the Andrews place he
realized he was delivering his wife to her master and mistress.  He
glanced over at her staring out the side window.

Latessa had crossed that same boundary days earlier.  She'd come to
think of herself as her master's servant much more than her husband's
wife.  But why shouldn't she feel that way, she thought?  She felt she
was the property of her white master.  Mr. Andrews was free to use her
as he saw fit.  Mrs. Andrews, too.

She let herself in through the kitchen door just as the sun was
rising.  She was surprised to see Bobby, Jack's son, sitting at the
kitchen table wearing a bathrobe.

"Massa Bobby!" she said, "Why you up so early?"

"Hello, Tessa," he said, grinning at the black maid.  "I've been
waiting for you."

Latessa was used to having the first hour or so after she arrived at
the Andrews place to herself, and the change in the routine was
unsettling.

"You want breakfast now, sir?" she asked.

"That's not why I'm down here," he responded.  He paused.  "I know
what my father does with you."

Latessa felt a tightness inside herself.  Her face was suddenly hot.
This boy knew of the shameful things she'd done with Jack?  The
shameful things that had given her such pleasure?

"I don't know what you mean, sir," she lied.

"Yes you do," he replied, his grin broadening.  "He fucks you.  I know
he does.  He fucks all the niggers who work here.  He fucks Bertha.
He fucked Gladys.  He's fucking you.  Don't deny it."

Latessa's cheeks were burning.  She couldn't believe this white boy
was talking to her like this.  She couldn't say anything or even look
at him.

"And now, I'm going to fuck you," he stated.  "Just like I fuck
Bertha.  Just like I fucked Gladys."

"No, sir," she objected.  "That isn't right.  A young man like you.
How can you say that to me?  I'm old enough to be your momma!"

"You're a nigger," he replied.  "And niggers are for fucking.  So I
only want to use you for your intended purpose.  Nothing wrong with
that."

"Massa Bobby!" she exclaimed, her shock starting to be replaced with
mounting anger.  She was no nigger to be used by this white boy.  Yes,
she realized, maybe she had allowed things to go that far with his
father.  And his step mother.  Her anger started turning to shame as
she reflected on her transformation from management professional to
house servant to... to what she was now.

"Don't act all shocked," he said.  "You know it's true.  You know what
you are."

"I'm sorry, Massa Bobby," she said.  "What would your daddy think if
he heard you talkin' like this?"

"My daddy!" he laughed.  "Who do you think taught me all that?  'Don't
you go messin' with those white girls, boy,' he'd say, 'that's what
the niggers are for.'  I know some of the girls at school are sluts,
but I have to respect the white girls.  My father's right that messing
around with them is trouble waiting to happen.  But I want some pussy.
And you're a nigger.  So give it up!"

"This is shameful, Massa Bobby," she replied.  "I'm going to pretend
you didn't say any of that and that this never happened.  I think you
should leave me get to my work and not come back until breakfast
time."

"Are you telling me what to do, nigger?" Bobby stopped smiling.
"Don't you ever do that again.  How about I tell that husband of yours
what you've been up to here?  Sucking my father's dick like a cheap
whore.  You want that?  I think I'd get a laugh out of it.  I'd rather
just stick my dick in you, but the look on his face would be classic."

Latessa didn't want this boy telling Tom anything.  She knew that
she'd already told her husband a little of what was going on, but she
felt pretty sure that he was still in denial about it and didn't
really believe it.  That would change if Bobby rubbed his face in it.
Her back was to the wall, or maybe more precisely, on the floor.

"I'm sorry, sir," she said, hanging her head.  She could feel a lump
in her throat and tears in her eyes.  "What do you want me to do."

"Well, that's more like it." he said with a satisfied tone in his
voice.  "I think the way to start is for you to get out of those
clothes.  I've been imagining what you must look like naked for too
long.  Now I want to see for myself."

"Right here?" Latessa was shocked.  Megan would be down shortly.  She
didn't want the eighteen year old to walk in on her brother using the
family maid.

"Right here, *sir*, nigger," he said with a sneer.  "You keep
forgetting your place.  Maybe I ought to fuck you in the ass just to
remind you of what you are.  But, yeah.  Strip.  Right here.  Do it."

Latessa could feel her hands shaking as she untied her apron and
started for the zipper on the back of her work dress.  She was a grown
woman after all, she thought.  The mother of an eighteen year old.
And here this boy who could be one of her daughter's classmates was
ordering her out of her clothes so he could use her body.  This was
the greatest humiliation yet for the new black maid.  Tears of utter
shame rolled down her cheeks as she let the dress fall to the floor.

Bobby, meanwhile, was loving every second of it.  Latessa could see
that his robe was open and the white boy's cock was standing at
attention.  His eyes glazed as he watched the humiliated negro woman
strip off her clothes and her dignity for his amusement.

She pulled her slip over her head and dropped it on the floor on top
of her work dress and apron.  She was down to her bra and panties now.

"Massa, Bobby," she pleaded, "there's still time for you stop this.
Please don't make me do this.  I'd do anything else you wanted.  Your
sister could walk in on us.  Please, Massa Bobby."

"Megan?" he laughed.  "It wouldn't be the first time!  She came down
here once when I had Gladys down on all fours like a dog right where
you're standing now.  Had my cock right up her fucking nigger ass, if
I recall correctly.  Snotty bitch just rolled her eyes at me and
walked out.  It was fucking classic!"

"Now get that fucking bra off, bitch," he ordered her.  "I wanna see
those nigger boobs up close and personal."

The boy may look like a young version of his father, thought Latessa
as she unclasped her bra.  But he was mean like his step mother.  She
continued to weep, shame faced, as she let her bra slip down her arms.
The black woman could feel her tears splash on her now exposed
breasts.

"Damn!" exclaimed the white boy, "what a rack!  Now those are some
nice fucking hooters!  I ask you, why would I want those flat chested
white girls at school when I've got a nigger at home with udders like
that?"

Finally she took down her panties and stepped out of them.

"Ah, bald nigger coochie!" he said, admiring her smooth shaved pussy.
"That's what I like to see!  Good old dad.  All his niggers got shaved
coochies.  Now, I know you're supposed to pose for me like a good
nigger bitch.  Do it."

Latessa put her hands on her head and stood with her legs spread in
front of the leering white boy.  Her silent tears continued to roll
down her face.  Bobby reached out and roughly handled her breasts.

"Yeah, nice udders," he said to himself then looked up into Latessa's
wet face.  "You're not enjoying this, are you?  Don't you know that
doesn't matter?  Niggers just have to take it."

He grabbed one nipple between the thumb and forefinger of one hand.
He used his other hand the same way on her other nipple and squeezed
them both, hard.  Latessa gasped in pain.

"See, could be worse," he told her.  "All I wanted was some pussy.
You thought you didn't have to give it up to me.  Now you know better.
Don't you, nigger?"

Latessa nodded her head.  He squeezed her nipples harder and twisted
them.  She cried out.

"I asked if you knew better," he repeated.  "Answer me, bitch!"

"Yes, Massa Bobby," she replied, trying not to have her pain and
humiliation show in her voice.  "I know better.  You're hurting me."

"Damn straight!" he said, his eyes shining.  "It's supposed to hurt,
bitch!"  He looked more closely into the black maid's face.  "Are you
crying now?", he asked.  "I think you are."  He paused and then the
grin crept back onto his face.  "Now I want you to suck my dick.  I
want to fuck your crying nigger face.  Get on your fucking knees,
nigger.  Suck my dick."

Bobby released Latessa's nipples and she immediately fell to her knees
and took the white boy's cock into her mouth.  He was rock hard and
she bobbed her head quickly hoping to get him off fast.  Her tears
flowed, unabated.

"Damn, you're a hot cocksucker!" exclaimed Bobby.  "Yeah...  Ah!
Ahhh..."

The negress felt the white boy ejaculate in her mouth and she
swallowed most of his semen.  She leaned back on her knees and looked
down on the floor between Bobby's feet.  Now that it was over, she
began to regain her composure.

Whap!  The stinging slap across her face caught her totally by
surprise.  Bobby stood over her, grabbed her chin and jerked her head
up so that she was looking right at him.

"Where are you manners?" he asked sarcastically.  "I just gave you a
mouthful of cum.  What do you say to me, nigger?"

"Thank you, sir," she sniveled.  The slap had unleashed more tears.
"Thank you for cumming in this nigger's mouth."

He released her chin.

Whap!  He slapped her again, her head jerking in response to the blow.
A long string of semen hung from her chin to her chest.

"All right, then," he said, placated.  "That's better.  Don't you ever
forget your place with me again.  I hope this clears up any confusion
about what you are and what you'll do."

"Yes, Massa Bobby," Latessa said, looking back down at the floor.  "I
know my place with you."  Again she felt the telltale wetness between
her legs.  She despised the uncouth teenage white boy.  But being put
in her place at his hand had left her aroused.  And shamed by the way
her body betrayed her.

She looked up and was shocked again to see Megan standing in the
kitchen doorway watching her brother and her maid.

"Jesus, Bobby," she said, rolling her eyes at him.  "Do you have to do
that shit where I have to see it?  Can't you just use the nigger
somewhere else?"

"Fuck you, Megan," he replied.  "If you don't like it, it's just tough
shit.  You're not the boss of me."  Bobby turned and walked out of the
kitchen.

"Get my breakfast, you whore," Megan told Latessa, her voice laden
with disgust.  "And put your damn clothes back on.  Jesus, you think I
want to see a naked monkey first thing in the morning?"

"Yes, ma'am," said the exposed black maid.  "Right away."

Latessa quickly picked her clothes up off the floor and dressed.  She
poured Megan's cereal and juice for her.  Once again the white girl
left without touching it.

The black maid washed her face at the sink and sat at the kitchen
table for most of an hour trying to settle herself down.  She couldn't
believe what had happened.  She'd known that Bobby, and Megan, too,
where spoiled brats.  She had no idea how cruel her master's son could
be.  They weren't like their father.  Even though they weren't Cindy's
natural children the did take after her that way.

Her nipples were still sore from where he had squeezed them so
painfully.  Her face still stung from the open handed slaps he'd given
her.  She felt totally shamed at being forced to service him.  But,
like with her master, her shame was accompanied by a feeling of
arousal she couldn't deny.

As breakfast hour for the master and mistress of the house approached,
Latessa rose from the table and began to busy herself making their
morning meal.  Jack and Cindy came in and both appeared to be
completely ignorant of the events earlier in morning.

After finishing his breakfast, Jack rose and left without saying
anything.  Cindy lingered behind.

"So, girl, your breakfast skills appear to be improving," she said.
"This was actually quite decent.  Have you had your breakfast yet this
morning?"

"No, ma'am, Miz Cindy," Latessa replied.  "I ain't hungry."

"Ah, well, I've got something for you to eat anyways," said Cindy with
an evil grin.  "Lie down on the floor.  Right now."

The black maid lay on her back on the kitchen floor.  The blue eyed
woman stood over her, looking down on her.  The negress's head was
between her feet.  Latessa could see Cindy wasn't wearing panties
under her skirt from her spot down on the linoleum.

Cindy got down on her knees, her crotch over Latessa's face.  The
black woman watched as the blonde woman's sex gradually filled her
vision.  She could smell her strong scent.  The maid could tell her
mistress was aroused.  And in spite of everything, so was she.

She stuck her tongue out in anticipation of the taste of her pink
pussy.  Latessa lapped at it at first like a kitten drinking milk.
Then as both women's excitement grew, more like a big black dog
greeting her mistress after a long absence.  Cindy rocked back and
forth on her servant's face as the black woman continued to alternate
between licking her slit and sucking her lips, occasionally reaching
her tongue up to flick at her pink clit.

The white woman increased the pressure on her black maid's face,
literally humping it.  The negress continued her ministrations,
breathing when she got a chance.  Cindy gasped and whimpered, Latessa
felt the gush of the blonde girl's cum leaving her face slick with it.

"Oh, yes..." sighed Cindy.  "You are quite the pussy licker.  But
that's not all I think of you as."

Latessa was surprised by another sudden gush of hot liquid on her
face.  There was too much for it to be cum.  The negro maid realized
her mistress was peeing on her.  She coughed and sputtered as the
white woman's urine filled her mouth and ran down her cheeks onto the
floor.  Cindy just sat there for another minute on the black woman's
face.  Finally she rose slightly.

"Lick me off, nigger," she order her.  "Lick me clean like a good
nigger girl should."

Latessa couldn't believe that Cindy would use her as a toilet in the
middle of the kitchen floor.  She'd just given her mistress an orgasm,
and she'd been rewarded with a face full of piss.  Cindy stood and
stared down at the degraded negress, her blue eyes shining.

"Lick it up, nigger" the white woman ordered her flatly.  "Lick my
piss up off the floor."

Latessa was in shock as she got up on her hands and knees and lowered
her face to the the floor.  She started to cry again as she put her
tongue in the warm puddle of urine.

"Here, use this," Cindy said, throwing a dish towel over Latessa's
head once she saw the black maid was meekly following her orders.

"So, Miz Department Head... Miz Executive.  Here you are licking my
piss off of my kitchen floor.  That's your place now.  Never forget
it.  You are just a nigger here.  That's all.  Nothing more.  Now go
clean yourself up.  You're filthy."

The white woman straightened her clothing out while looking down at
her debased black maid.

"We'll be having lunch on the veranda, I think," she said.  "One
o'clock sharp."

Cindy walked across the floor, Latessa watched her pump clad feet and
listened to the click of her heels on the linoleum as she finished
mopping up her mistress's pee with the dish towel.  The smell of it
filled her nostrils, the taste of urine was on her lips.  Tears
continued to roll down her cheeks.

The top of her dress was soaked with piss.  Latessa made her way down
to the laundry and stripped off her clothes.  She put them in the
washer along with the dish towel and started the machine up.  The
servant's bathroom had a shower stall so she went back upstairs to
wash herself off.  Her hands shook as she turned the shower faucet on.

How could she do that to her, she thought, as the warm water ran over
her abused body.  It was inconceivable, even for that white bitch to
do something so vile.  And worse, she had to just take it.  It wasn't
the job anymore.  She just knew she had to take it from Cindy.  Just
as she'd taken it from Bobby.  She knew she was a nigger and niggers
have to take it.  And the worst part of all was that in addition to
the humiliation and shame and even anger she felt, there was something
else.

Latessa put her hand between her legs.  Her pussy was sopping wet with
her own juices.  She started rubbing herself faster and faster.  I'm a
nigger, she thought.  I'm just a nigger.  She cried out softly as she
came, and leaned against the tiled wall as the warm water continued to
splash over her.

Finished washing, and cumming, Latessa turned off the water, stepped
out of the shower and dried herself off.  Nude, she walked across the
kitchen to the basement stairs and went down to the laundry room.  The
washer was already finished.  She must have taken longer in the shower
than she thought.  She put her wet clothes in the dryer and sat and
waited for them to finish.

She heard the upstairs phone ringing with the inside ring.  It must be
Massa Jack, she thought.  Cindy always rang the infuriating little
bell when she wanted something.  Latessa ran up the stairs to answer
it.

"What took you so long to answer, Tessa?" asked Jack on the phone.

"I's down doing laundry, Massa Jack," replied the naked negro maid.

"Come to my study," he said and hung up.

Latessa was stuck.  She had no clothes to wear so she just went to
Jack's study nude.  Cindy wasn't in her usual place in the living
room.  The black woman knocked on the study door.

"Come in," called Jack.

Latessa entered the room to find Jack, still wearing his robe, sitting
in one of the tall backed leather upholstered chairs in front of the
desk.  She was surprised to see Cindy in the other one.

"Where are your clothes, Tessa?" he asked with a puzzled look on his
face.  "I like the look, but I don't recall ordering you to be naked
today."

"My clothes got dirty, Massa," she answered, too humiliated still to
admit to what had happened.  "So I put them in the wash.  They be dry
soon."  Cindy leered at her as she spoke.

"It's just as well," replied Jack.  "I wanted you naked anyways."

"Display yourself properly to your master, cunt!" said Cindy sternly.
"Can't you remember anything, you stupid monkey?  When a nigger
presents her naked body to her master, she will display it to him for
his pleasure.  Now do it!"

Latessa quickly spread her legs and clasped her hands on top of her
head.  "Forgive me, Massa," she apologized, her eyes downcast.

Jack ignored her transgression while Cindy beamed, having exercised
her power over the negro woman in the presence of her husband.

"Have you ever been taken anally?" he asked.

The question caught Latessa off guard.  "Massa?" she couldn't quite
believe she heard that.

"You know, fucked up the ass," he said matter of factly.

Latessa felt her face flush and she looked down so as not to meet his
eyes.  "No, Massa," she said in a small voice.  "Never."

He opened his robe.  "Suck my cock, girl," he instructed.  "Get it
hard.  And the wetter you get it, the easier this will be for you."

The black maid dropped to her knees and took the white man's cock into
her mouth.  She felt mixture of apprehension and fear as she sucked.
Tom had wanted anal sex, she remembered, and she had told him under no
uncertain terms that it was out of the question.  She'd heard how it
hurt from other women.  And the idea of it!  To be used in such a
degrading way was just more than she could take.

But she knew she would submit to Jack without resistance.  She knew
what she was and what her place was.  There was nothing she could do
about it other than get his cock as slippery as she could.

"That's it, nigger," said Cindy.  She was leaning so close to Latessa
that the black woman could feel the blonde's breath on her face.  "Get
your masters dick ready for you black ass.  Suck it good.  Slobber on
it like the nigger dog you are."

Latessa felt her pussy tingling and growing damp.  Why did this
degrading treatment excite her this way?  She felt so ashamed of
herself.

"That's enough, girl," said Jack.  "Turn around, put your head on the
floor."

The black maid did as she had been instructed.  A moment later she
felt Jack's cock, wet with her own saliva, press at her virgin
asshole.  She also became aware of Cindy's pump clad foot inches from
her head, obviously the white woman was positioned to get a good view
of the proceedings.

He pushed into her rectum and Latessa felt as though she were being
split in two.  She cried out in pain, but Jack kept shoving his cock
up her ass.  She cried again, and not for the first time that day, she
could feel her tears on her face.

Cindy knelt and spoke to her in a low voice.  "How do you like this,
nigger?  My husband has his cock up you black ass.  Does it hurt bad?"

"Yes, ma'am," Latessa replied in a halting voice.  "It hurt bad."

Jack began stroking slowly in and out of the hapless negress's anus.

"Awww, poor girl," she cooed.  "But you're just a nigger so you have
to take it, don't you?"

"Yes'm, Miz Cindy," Latessa sniveled, "dis nigga gots to take it."

"And if the master wants to use your ass?" Cindy continued.  "Then you
take it up the ass.  Isn't that right?"

"Yes'm," replied the black maid, her ass filled with her master's
white cock.

"I've got half a mind to make you eat me, girl," the blue eyed woman
mused, "but I'm enjoying the look on your face too much."

"Ah!  Oh.... Uh...." Jack grunted and ejaculated deep in his servant's
bowels.  He remained inside her until his cock began to soften.  When
he withdrew, he admired the small trickle of semen leaking from her
asshole.

"You took that well, Tessa," he praised her.  "Good girl."

"Thank you, Massa, sir," said Latessa.  "Thank you for usin' yo'
nigga's ass and fillin' her up wit' yo cum."

"Glad to do it, girl," he said as he stood.

Cindy stood also and rested one foot on Latessa's head on the floor as
Jack looked on.

"What are you, girl," asked the white woman.

"A nigger, ma'am," was her reply.  "Just a nigger."

"And you know your place now, don't you?" Cindy questioned her.

"Yes,m," Latessa answered.  "Dis nigga know her place.  Dat's fo'
sho'."

"Good," the blonde said with satisfaction.  Using her foot, she rolled
Latessa's head slightly back and forth.  She then stepped over the the
prone negress and turned and left the study.

"Get up, Tessa," said Jack quietly.

The black woman stood and hung her head in shame, but otherwise
assumed the display position.  She felt Jack's hand between her legs.

"Mmmm, nice and smooth," he said.  "You shaved for me this morning?"

"Yes, Massa," she replied, her eyes half closed.  "Dis nigga wants to
please you."

"Tessa," he answered approvingly, "you are learning to please me at a
remarkable rate."  He slipped his hand lower, and bending some
himself, began stroking her pussy between her legs.

"You're wet, Tessa," he observed and began stroking her pussy.

Latessa fought to steady herself at the unexpected pleasure of his
touch.  He continued touching her and she felt her excitement
building.  She couldn't believe she was so aroused following this
latest humiliation she'd just suffered on the floor of Jack's study.

"Kin yo' nigga cum, Massa?" she asked softly.

"You may, girl," he answered.

"Ah!" she gave a short cry and Jack felt her gush into his hand.
"Ah..."

"Thank you, Massa," she said.  "Thank you, fo' lettin' yo' nigga cum.
You so kind."

He held his hand up to her face.  It glistened with her juices.  She
eagerly licked it off.

"Good girl, Tessa," he said with a hint of pride in his voice.  "Now
run along.  I've got work to do."

The black maid left study and walked through the living room.  Cindy
sat on the couch, her eyes closed, her legs splayed wide.  Latessa
could see Bertha's backside, her head up under the white woman's
skirt.  Cindy moaned with pleasure.  Apparently, the blonde needed
some relief after the goings on in the study, too.

The dryer had stopped already by the time Latessa reached the laundry
room.  Her clothing was still warm as she dressed.  She returned to
the kitchen and prepared the lunch to be served on the veranda.


 * * *

"I can't tonight," said Latessa to her husband as they lay in bed.
"I'm worn out."

"C'mon, baby," Tom coaxed her, "you say that every night."

"Well, Tommy," she replied, "every night it's true."

Tom drifted off to sleep, ashamed of his arousal at the thoughts of
what it might have been that wore his wife out at his boss's house.
Latessa felt the same way, though she knew exactly what had done it.


  
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