Latessa's New Position
by Neal


Chapter 9 - Object Demonstration


"So, is that white man going to fuck you again today?" Tom asked as
they drove towards the Andrews place the next morning.

"I don't know, Tommy," answered Latessa.  "I never know what to expect
from him or Miz Cindy."  Or any of the rest of that family, she said
to herself, thinking of the incident with Bobby.

"You'll tell me if he does, won't you?" he asked.

"Would you like that?" she responded.  "You want to hear how he uses
me?"

"Yeah, baby," he said.  "Thinkin' 'bout my woman gettin' used by
him...  I don't know.  It just does something for me.  I can't explain
it."

"I'll tell you, Tommy," she said.  "I understand how you feel.  It's
just that it's so... I don't know... degrading.  The way he treats me.
Like I was just something to play with.  Not like I was a woman he was
having an affair with or anything.  Barely a whore.  Barely a person.
But I lose myself in it.  There's nothing I can do.  I feel powerless.
And I do just what he wants.  And... well... while it's happening, I
love it.  And later... I feel so ashamed."

Tom reached over to her and squeezed his wife's thigh.  He turned the
car up the Andrews' driveway.  "I'll see you this afternoon, baby," he
told her.

She got out of the car and closed the door.  The black maid stood and
watched as her husband drove away, leaving her here.  At the home of
the man she had come to think of as her white master.

Latessa was relieved to find the kitchen dark and empty when she let
herself in.  She thought she had no desire for a repeat of Bobby's
performance.  But something inside her was a little disappointed that
no one was waiting there for her.

Her mind wandered, though.  She looked forward to seeing Jack again
and hoped he'd avail himself of her black body and the pleasures she
had to offer him.

 * * *

Tom was about to go to lunch when his cell phone rang.  Damn, he
thought, why do calls come in right before lunch or at the end of the
day?

"This is Tom Davis," he said into the phone.

"Tom, old boy!" said the voice on the phone.  It was Mr. Andrews.  He
never calls me himself, the black man thought with apprehension.  "I'm
not coming into the office today, but there's something I want to
discuss with you.  Drop by my house before you go to lunch."

"Yes, sir," said Tom.  "I'll come over right away."

"Excellent," replied Jack.

There was a click and Tom realized his boss had just hung up.  It took
him twenty minutes to reach the Andrews place.  He knocked at the
kitchen door when he arrived.  Bertha came to the door.  She seemed to
have reverted to her previous state indifference to him.  The big
black girl let him in.

"Massa Jack's waitin' fo' you in da study," she said.  "Come on
along."

The fat negro maid led him through the house and knocked on the door
of the study, entering when Jack asked them in.  Mr. Andrews was
seated behind his desk.  Cindy sat in one of the two leather
upholstered chairs positioned in front of the desk.  She looked up at
the tall black man with the hint of a smirk on her face.

"Tom, glad you got her so fast," said the white man.  "He turned to
Bertha.  "Go fetch Tessa down here, girl."

"Yes, suh," replied the big girl.  She walked out of the room, closing
the door behind her.

"I'm told you had a talk with Mrs. Andrews yesterday," Jack resumed
his discussion with Tom.  "I thought it best to make the situation
clear to you.  That way there won't be any misunderstandings."

A talk, thought Tom.  That's one way to put it.  He could feel a
stirring inside himself as he recalled the white woman clutching his
manhood in her hand and his powerlessness to do anything about it.

"That's ok, sir," he said, "I think I get the picture."

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!", called Jack.  He turned to Tom.  "No, Tom.  I don't think
you have the whole picture."

Latessa came into the room.  She was startled to see her husband
standing there.  The butterflies of excitement she'd felt in her
stomach since she'd heard her master wanted to see her were suddenly
replaced with a knot of dread.

"Tessa, good to see you," said Jack.  "I've invited Tom here so that
he can better understand the situation.  Remove your clothing.  Now."

Latessa stood frozen for a moment.  Did Mr. Andrews expect her to
strip for him in front of her own husband?  It was one thing to have
Tom peek in on her debasement at the hands of the white man.  After
all, she hadn't been aware that he was even there watching her the
other day.  But to do this knowing that Tom was right there?  Watching
his wife submit to another man?  She wasn't sure she could do it.

But of course she would.  Her master instructed her to undress.  So
Latessa undressed, dropping each garment on the floor as she removed
it.  She could feel herself getting wet in anticipation of the white
man's touch in spite of the circumstances.

Jack beamed with pride as the black maid carried out his humiliating
instructions, demonstrating that her submission to him was complete.

Tom was struck again with a confusing combination of hurt and anger at
his wife's seemingly easy submission to the white man.  Feelings of
excitement seeing her give herself to him.  And shame at himself for
being aroused by her humiliation.  He could feel his erection growing
uncomfortably in his slacks.

Cindy kept looking from Jack to Tom to Latessa, drinking in the scene.
Thrilled by the power exercised by her husband over the black couple.
Aroused by their subjugation and resulting humiliation.  She loved
seeing how aroused the black woman was and the bulge in the maid's
husband's pants.  Her eyes shone and her face was flush with
excitement.

At last Latessa was completely nude.  She assumed the display
position, hand clasped on top of her head, legs spread wide, facing
her master, her back to her husband, awaiting further instructions.

"Good girl, Tessa," Jack praised her.  "Now come around here to me."

Without lowering her hands, the black maid walked around the desk and
faced her master, standing directly in front of him.  Mr. Andrews
reached up and began stroking the side of Latessa's face.  Tom watched
with rapt attention as his boss gradually lowered his hand and began
fondling the negress's large black breasts.

"Yes, good girl," he said softly.  He reached between her spread legs.
"Mmmm.  Nice and wet."

He began to stroke her pussy.  Unconsciously she began to buck her
hips slightly and pushed herself into her white master's hand to
increase the pressure on her sex.  Her eyes were closed and she'd
completely forgotten about her audience and gave in totally to the
pleasure she was feeling.

"See, Tom, your wife was born to please a man like me," explained
Jack.  "She takes to it so well.  It's as if she's known her place all
along.  She just needed help seeing the truth.  And now I've done that
for her.  She's happy, content, and aroused by it.  She's a natural
nigger.  She always has been.  And now she knows it.  And furthermore,
you know it."

Tom was barely aware of Jack's words.  He sat hypnotized by the vision
of his bride of so many years wantonly masturbating against the white
man's hand.  He heard the soft sounds she made as she enjoyed the
pleasure she felt.  Sounds that until now, he had only heard her make
in response to him.  His cock was fully erect at the sight and sound
of the display before him.

Jack rubbed Latessa's pussy harder and faster.  The black maid ground
herself into his hand.

"Kin dis nigga cum fo' you, Massa?" she asked softly, oblivious to her
own husband's presence.

Tom couldn't believe what he was hearing from his wife's mouth.  It
was her voice, certainly.  But asking, no begging, to be allowed the
privilege of orgasming on this white man's hands?  It didn't seem
possible that this was the woman he'd married and shared a life with
for twenty years.

"Yes," Jack said, "you have my permission to cum for me."

"Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" Latessa cried out as she came on her white master's
hand.  "Ahhh..."  She opened her eyes and looked down happily into his
face.  "Dis nigga thanks you, Massa, fo' makin' me cum dat way."

"You're welcome," replied the white man, smiling back up at her.  "Now
get on you knees, nigger girl."

Latessa quickly got on her knees before her seated master and looked
up expectantly into his eyes.  Jack held his hand, glistening with her
juices, in front of the negro maid's face.  She immediately began to
lick it clean.

Tom was astounded at this display.  His wife had been completely
transformed from the ambitious, self assured, dignified woman he'd
been married to for so long to something not much more than a sexual
animal, a naked black house pet for his white boss's use.

"So, boy, how do you like seeing your wife used like the nigger she
is?" said Cindy to Tom.  "You know, I think you like it, don't you?"

The black man had no answer for the white woman.  He remained
transfixed, focussed totally on the sight of his wife gazing up at the
that white man with a look of adoration and gratitude on her face as
she licked his hand like a dog.

"All right, Tessa," Jack spoke at last, "stand up and bend over like a
good little nigger girl."

Latessa instantly stood and placed her hands on the top of Jack's
desk, bent at the waist, presenting herself to her master.  She looked
straight ahead, avoiding meeting her husband's eyes.

Tom could see that his wife couldn't look at him.  But he saw the
expression of lust on her face, shiny with sweat from her earlier
orgasm.

Jack stood behind Latessa and undid his pants, letting them drop.  And
suddenly he slammed himself into the black maid's sopping wet pussy.
Her breasts shook from the impact.  Her face registered a look of
surprise at the forcefulness of his entry into her, though that was
quickly replaced by a kind of happy dumb look that Tom had only seen
on his wife when she had completely abandoned herself to sexual
pleasure.  She was being used by the white man and she was loving it.
Aware of his own arousal at the sight, he realized that he loved it,
too.

The sound of flesh slapping on flesh filled the room as Jack continued
to pump his cock in the negro maid's cunt.  She grunted with each
thrust.  The smell of her sex hung thickly in the air.

"Tell your husband what you are, Tessa," ordered Jack, somewhat
breathless from his exertion.  "Look at him and tell him."

Latessa turned her head slightly and looked up at Tom, right in the
eyes.  Her face was hot with shame at being used this way in front of
him, her breasts swaying, her pussy on fire, with another man inside
her.  And maybe worst of all, being forced to admit the truth to him.

"I's a nigga, Tommy," she said quietly, breathing hard.  But she spoke
loud enough for all in the room to hear it.  "Jus' a nigga fo' Massa
Jack."

"And how do you feel about that, girl?" asked Jack, increasing the
tempo of his thrusts.

"I loves it, Massa," she replied, still looking in her husband's eyes.
"Dis nigga loves bein' used by her Massa."  She could feel that Jack
was close to climax.  "Das right, Massa.  Use yo' nigga.  Fill her
coochie wit' yo' cum.  Please, Massa.  Please cum in yo' nigga's
coochie."

Tom watched the proceedings slack jawed.  His life partner had been
reduced to some kind of ignorant plantation slave by this white man.
He couldn't break eye contact with her.  He was appalled by her
behavior, the way she was an eager participant in her own degradation.
But he was so excited by it he had to struggle with himself to keep
from taking his own cock out and stroking himself.

If Cindy was struggling similarly, she'd already given up.  Her hand
was between her legs which were tightly squeezed together as she
rocked herself in the big leather chair.  She watched the faces of her
husband and his maid as they closed in on Jack's building orgasm.

"Ah!" exclaimed Latessa.  "Oh, Massa!  Kin yo' nigga cum?  Please,
Massa!"

"Yeah," croaked Jack.  "Cum for me."  All at once the white man
grunted and ejaculated in the negro woman's vagina.  He continued to
grunt with each spasm as he filled the black maid's cunt with semen
while she gasped with delight.  Her face bore an expression of pure
ecstasy.

"Oh, Massa!" she cried.  "Ah!  You cummin' in you nigga's coochie!
Oh!  Use yo' nigga, Massa.  Use me!  Oh!!"

Tom's hand had drifted to the bulge in his pants and he unconsciously
rubbed his hard cock through the fabric.  He no longer felt anything
but pure lust at the sight of his wife's use by the white man.  Cindy
noticed what he was doing even before he noticed it himself and
smirked with satisfaction.

"Massa...  You treat yo' nigga so good!" exclaimed Latessa.  "Thank
you fo' makin' yo' nigga cum dat way, suh.  Dis nigga's so grateful
fo' yo' cum in her coochie."

"You're very welcome, girl," he said quietly, his cock still inside
his servant's vagina.  He stroked her back as she just smiled with her
eyes closed.

"Massa, you so good to yo' nigga," she murmured, dreamily.

Tom had never seen his wife orgasm so hard.  But he also didn't
remember ever being so aroused.  What was wrong with him, he thought?
How could be getting off on this?  He should be angry or hurt.  But
instead all he could think of was how bad he wanted to stick his cock
up Latessa's freshly used pussy and fuck her hard while she was still
hot.

Jack stepped back, withdrawing himself from Latessa.  He sat back in
his chair.

"All right, girl," he said to her, "time to clean me up."

Latessa immediately went to her knees and began licking the mix of
semen and vaginal juices off his cock.  When she was finished she
looked up into his eyes for a sign of his approval.

"Good girl." he said, smiling.  He reached out and stroked her hair as
if he was petting a puppy.  He stood and pulled his pants back up.
"Ok, Tessa, that's all for now."

Latessa stood and slowly walked to the front of the desk and stood
near where Tom was seated.  His hand was still in his lap, though now
it was in a futile effort to hide his arousal from his wife as well as
Cindy.

"Seems this boy enjoyed the show," laughed Cindy.  "I thought his dick
was gonna poke a hole in his pants!"  She turned to Tom, "You like
seeing your monkey wife getting used, don't you, boy?  Listening to
her talkin' like a nigger bitch in heat gets your dick all hard,
doesn't it?"

Tom flushed with shame at his erection having been discovered.  He
looked up to see all eyes upon him.  Latessa appeared embarrassed for
him.  Jack was mildly amused.  Cindy was enjoying herself thoroughly.

"What's the matter, boy?" the white woman taunted him.  "Don't tell me
you're shy!  You didn't seem all that shy yesterday when I had you by
the balls!"

The tall black man looked back down at the floor.  Images of his
humiliation at the hand of the diminutive blonde flashed before his
eyes.

Jack spoke up.  "That reminds me, Tom, old boy," he said, "now that
I'm using Tessa regularly, I'm going to have to ask you to refrain
from having sex with her without my permission.  I'm sure you
understand.  Don't worry, though, all she need do is ask first and
usually it won't be problem."

Tom looked back up at his boss.  He was to be denied relations with
his own wife without this white man's permission?  It was outrageous!
But his cock continued to betray him, pointing straight out under his
slacks for all to see.

"Awww!" said Cindy in a mocking tone.  "Look at that boner!  I think
he likes it better this way.  Isn't that right, boy?"

Again, Tom was speechless.  His wife had just been taken and used by
another man while he just stood by and watched.  No, he didn't just
watch.  He enjoyed it.  He was aroused by his wife's debasement.

He was startled by a sudden pain in his testicles.  Cindy had reached
out and grabbed his balls through his pants.

"I asked you a question, boy," she said, all playfulness gone from her
voice.  "Now answer it.  You like seeing you wife used like the nigger
she is don't you?"

She squeezed harder.  Tom's knees buckled slightly and he groaned.

"Y.. y.. yes, ma'am," he said, his voice strained.

"You want to fuck her now, don't you boy?" Cindy's interrogation
continued.  "Isn't that right?  You want sloppy seconds from your slut
wife, hmmm?"

"Yes, ma'am," was all Tom could think to say.

Cindy yanked downward, forcing the black man to his knees.  She
released Tom's balls, but they were in agony already.  Worse than that
pain, though was the humiliation he felt at allowing the diminutive
blonde to man handle him this way.  The white woman had essentially
castrated him in front of his wife.

"Now, I want to hear it from you, boy," Cindy said, taunting him.  "We
heard it from her already.  What are you boy?  I want to be sure
everybody here knows it."

"I... I'm a nigger, ma'am," Tom said, his voice weak, his erection
still strong.

"Excuse me, boy," Cindy grinned, "I didn't hear you.  You'll have to
speak up."

"I'm a nigger, ma'am," he finally said clearly.  "Just like her."

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" asked the white woman in a
patronizing tone.  She turned to her husband.  "Let's throw the boy a
bone for his boner, Jack.  Let him use her.  Right here.  Now."

"All right," said Jack after a pause.  He looked at Tom, still
kneeling on the floor.  "I suppose I can allow that.  But not her
pussy, I prefer to keep it for myself.  You can use her ass, Tom old
boy.  Go ahead and do that."  His gaze went to Latessa.  "Present your
ass to him, Tessa.  I've decided to let him use it this time."

"Yes, Massa," said Latessa, hanging her head.

She'd never let Tom take he anally before, but now she knew she had to
do it.  The black woman got down on her hands and knees on the floor,
presenting her fat black ass to her husband like an animal.

"Go head and use your monkey wife's ass," Cindy said to Tom.  "You
might want to lube her asshole from her sloppy nigger cunt."

Obeying Cindy would be tantamount to accepting this situation.  It
felt to Tom that if crossed that line, there would be no going back.
He and Latessa would belong to the Andrews.  Just as Cindy had told
him the previous day.  But he had gone so far already.  And he wanted
to fuck his wife so bad.

Tom tentatively unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.  He was
embarrassed to be putting on a show like this for Jack and Cindy.
Well, Jack, anyway.  Something about Cindy, though, made him want to
perform for her.

Tom dropped his slacks and his erection sprung forward.  He moved to
her, still on his knees.  He reached out to Latessa's pussy and
gathered a handful of the mixture of semen and vaginal juices and
slathered it in the crack of his wife's butt.  She squirmed a little
at the feel of it.  He slowly pushed his dick in her asshole.

"Ah!" Latessa cried out as she felt her husband enter her and slide
his length up her ass.

He tried to go slowly and preserve the moment, but his excitement had
been at a fervor pitch for so long that it only took a few strokes
before he came deep in his wife's bowels.

"Uh!" he grunted as he released the copious amount of semen that had
been building up inside him so long into her ass.  "Ahhh...."

Latessa could feel her husband spurting cum into her and was glad she
was able to give him relief.  But in her mind she had just been used
by her master.  And in fact she had been.  And by his wife, too.
Allowing the white couple to control her and her husband that way.  To
allow them to force her into this position.  To stand and watch the
whole shameful act as if they were supervising them.

Cindy put her hands on her hips and looked at Tom.  "Well?" she said,
a hint of expectation in her voice.

"Er, sorry, ma'am," said the black man.  "Thank you, ma'am.  I
'preciate it."

As his lust slackened, though, he began to rationally see what had
just happened and he felt thoroughly humiliated by it.  He looked down
at Latessa's back, covered with a sheen of sweat.

"That's better, boy," said Cindy.  "See I told you it wasn't always
about pain."

"Now be a sport and pick up Tessa's clothes there," instructed Jack.
"I need to make some calls right now, so you'll have to help her dress
somewhere else."

Cindy rose and looked at Tom, still smiling.  She snapped her fingers
and pointed at Latessa's clothing piled on the floor.  The black man
withdrew from his wife's ass and gathered up his wife's uniform and
undergarments and stood.  Together with the just fucked black maid,
the three of them left Jack's study, closing the door behind them.

The blonde woman glanced Latessa up and down.

"You stupid monkey!" she exclaimed.  "You're leaking all over my
carpet!  Quick!  Go lay down on the stones.  On your back.  Right
now."

Snapped out of her reverie, Latessa immediately followed her
mistress's orders and lay on the flagstone entry way.  She could feel
the soreness in her ass, but also the wetness between her legs, and
the shame was beginning to replace the pleasure she felt.

Had she really lost herself so completely to Jack in front of her own
husband?  She knew Tom had been aroused by the stories of she told him
of her earlier exploits with her white master, but seeing her this way
had to have been painful for him.

How could he sit there and enjoy her humiliation like it was some kind
of live sex show?  And then to actively participate by performing an
act that he knew she hated.  But she was so turned on by it.  She was
so confused by it all.  And the stones were cold and unyielding to her
back as she lay on the floor.

"Today is your lucky day, boy," Cindy said to Tom, her smile growing
larger and more wicked.  "I want to keep my carpet clean.  Go clean
that nigger wife of yours up.  Eat her out good.  Do it.  Now."

Tom thought for a moment while looking hungrily at his beautiful wife,
laying shamelessly on the flagstones, her legs splayed obscenely,
another man's semen leaking out of her vagina.  His own dribbling out
of her asshole.

The black man set the clothing down on the floor and kneeled between
his wife's legs.  He lowered his head to her crotch and began to lick
her cum covered pussy.  Latessa had always limited the times she
permitted him this pleasure to rare occasions, so in that sense it was
a treat.  But this time her cunt was full of another man's sperm.  And
this other man's wife stood over the two of them, hands on hips, and a
triumphant smirk on her face.  Supervising them.  Overseeing them.
Making sure they stayed within the bounds of their new relationship.

Tentatively at first and then more vigorously he lapped at the black
maid's sex.  He could taste his white boss's bitter semen mixed with
his own wife's tangy pussy juice.  He was so aroused.  He just forgot
himself and continued to lap up the remnants of his humiliation along
with the mess of sexual fluids.  He lapped and sucked.  Latessa bucked
her hips at him, encouraging him to continue on.  Urging him to finish
her and bring her to another climax.  There was little else he'd
rather do than to be the most recent instrument of his wife's
pleasure.  What more was there for him now?

Latessa began to moan with pleasure and could feel a third orgasm
building inside her.  Tom had completed his task of cleaning his
wife's vagina of semen.  All that was left was to bring her to climax.

"Oh!" she cried out.  "Kin dis nigga cum?  Please, ma'am, let dis
nigga cum."

Tom felt the flush of humiliation again though he didn't slacken the
pace of his ministrations.  She was asking, no begging, that hateful
white bitch for permission to feel pleasure?  Even now she remembered
her new place in life.  A sexual animal who did the bidding of her
masters.

"All right, nigger," said Cindy.  "You can cum this time."

"Ah!  Ah!" Latessa grabbed Tom's head and pulled against her cunt,
grinding it on his face.  "Oh!  Oh!  Ahhh.... Ahhh..."

The black maid's husband continued servicing her until her spasms died
down.

"Stand up, boy," Cindy ordered.  "Pick up those clothes."

Tom did as he had been instructed.  Again he gathered his wife's
clothes and stood looking down at her, naked on the floor.

"Get on your hands and knees, nigger," said the blonde woman.  "Get
your black ass over here."

She began to walk towards the couch.  Latessa rolled onto all fours
and crawled after her mistress.  Tom watched his wife crawl like a dog
after the white woman.  His cock was rock hard instantly in spite of
having just cum in her ass..

Cindy sat on the couch and opened her legs.  "You've had your fun,
bitch," she said, "now it's time for mine.  Eat me until I tell you to
stop."

"Yes, ma'am," the black maid said submissively.

Latessa put her head under the white woman's skirt.  As usual, Cindy
wore no panties.  The black maid went to work licking and sucking the
blonde's pink pussy, which was sopping wet.  She immediately starting
lapping her cunt from the entrance to her clit.  The scent was strong,
as the white woman was very aroused.  It didn't take long before the
negress felt her mistress's thighs clamped on head.  Cindy ground her
cunt against Latessa's face.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..." Cindy's head rolled back, her eyes closed, and let
her orgasm flow over her like waves rolling in.  She released
Latessa's head once her climax subsided.

"Thank you for using yo' nigga's mouth, ma'am," said the black maid.

Cindy leaned further back on the couch and planted one foot on
Latessa's chest and pushed the black woman over backwards.

"You're welcome, monkey girl," laughed Cindy.  "Now get dressed and
get out."

Latessa got up from where she lay sprawled on the floor.  That fucking
white bitch, she thought.  She'd given her pleasure and been rewarded
with a shove to the floor.  She was hot with anger.  But also she felt
a surge of excitement.  She knew she'd put her face in the blonde's
crotch again gladly if so instructed.

Seeing his wife used and discarded that way by the white woman kept
Tom's arousal strong and his cock hard.  He and Latessa started for
the kitchen, leaving Cindy behind, watching them through half closed
eyes.

Dismissed, the black couple turned and walked to the kitchen.

Bertha was putting dishes away when Latessa and Tom entered.  She
turned from her work just long enough to see it was the naked black
maid and her husband who had joined her.  She shook her head and went
back to the dishes.

Tom handed his wife her garments as she needed them to dress.  They
left when she was finished.

"You loved that, didn't you, Tommy?" Latessa asked her husband once
they got in the car.  "Seeing those white folks use me like that.
Hearing me say shameful things to them.  And then doing that to me.
You loved that even more."

"You loved it, too, Tess," countered Tom.  "I don't remember ever
seeing you like that.  You were like, I don't know..."

"Say it," she dared him.  "Say what I was like."

"Like some nigger slut," he finally replied.  "It was like what you
said to that white man, what you said to me was true."

"I know it's true, Tommy," said Latessa.  "I am a nigger.  And you
standing by while that white man used your own wife and loving it.
Fucking me like that at their direction.  Sucking his sperm out of me.
You know what that makes you.  You even admitted it yourself."

Tom started the engine without saying anything and eased the car down
the driveway.  Down the suburban street they went on their way back
home.  But he knew they'd both crossed a line there was no going back
from.



  
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