Others have been grateful as well. I gave Ben some work, at the house in town and out on the ranch. He worked out at the house for a week or so, doing some carpentry work for me and the first day Amanda hid in a closet. She would never meet him face to face, her butthole clenches tight at even the mention of his name, but when he worked outside you could find her watching him from an upstairs window, one hand pressed between her legs. When he worked inside she would hide in an upstairs room and watch him through a barely opened door, hand still between her legs.
Now don’t get me wrong, I would never let Ben anywhere near my Amanda. Who needs the competition? No Sir, I wouldn’t let Ben, or any other man, near my precious Amanda. However, I do find her reaction to him to be funny. Amanda is afraid, yet enthralled by Big Ben, and the memories of what happened, but like I said, the mere mention of her name causes her eyes to grow wide, and her asshole to clench shut.
We split our time between the house in town and the ranch, although Amanda hates to stay in town. So naturally I make her stay in town several times a year. It keeps her from getting that cocky attitude of hers back. However, keeping up two houses, so far apart would be a daunting task for anyone, and to be honest, Amanda is still learning how to be a wife and figuring out how to take care of the ranch house that she would be overwhelmed to do both. So I decided to hire a maid, a live-in full time maid, to take care of the place in town. Usually I am only there a few times a month at the most, so, like our farmhands, it would be good pay for little work.
I happened to run into little Jemima Washington, the little black girl that Amanda got into it with way back on the very first day that I saw her. Only “little” Jemima isn’t so little anymore, she is over 20 now, and she has filled out nicely. She is no longer the little pig-tailed girl with glasses. Jemima has a young, strong body, fitting for a young woman who works for a living, with skin that is black as night, dark hair in a kinky, coily afro that the blacks out here wear, and she is a pretty young thing. Her breasts have filled out nicely, maybe a 34B, and she has thick, strong legs, and an ass that is something to behold. Have you ever seen those old work pants that the field hands wear, the ones that are loose for freedom of movement? Jemima makes them look good, which is no small feat. Jemima has one fine ass, plump and round and juicy.
I thought she would be perfect for the job of live-in maid. It would get her out of the fields, which is no work for a beautiful young lady in her prime, and not only was the pay good but she wouldn’t need to pay any rent and she could save her money. Being one of the idle rich I am quite generous with my money and pay the help far above the going wage. Hey, if you can’t share the wealth what is the purpose of it? Jemima could earn more in a month working for me than she could in a year working in the fields, and all without breaking her back and sweating in the hot Sun. Of course the vision of her fine young body sweating in the hot Sun would be worth twice that!
As I said, I ran into Jemima and invited her over to the house to discuss my offer. She is a few years younger than me but we’ve known each other most of our lives, so it was no big deal. At least it wasn’t a big deal until I actually brought her home. Amanda was none too pleased. In fact she was downright rude.
You have to understand something about Amanda. She spent all those years being raised by her Momma/Daddy Dickie, the former big bully, and that is who she took after. Amanda never learned the social niceties, like small talk, or how to be polite, or how to make friends. And she did not like other women. She has been like that as long as I have known her. Amanda sees all other women as competition, and it doesn’t matter if they are short or tall, young or old, pretty or ugly, Amanda just dislikes all women. The only women she has ever tolerated, before that fateful day, were the ones who were fat and homely, and even then it was only because she thought they made her even more beautiful. Well, Jemima was neither fat nor homely and Amanda had a fit.
As I began to explain the situation to my wife, and how it would ease her burden, Amanda was quite rude and condescending. It had been some time since our last trip to town and Amanda was feeling that old cocky arrogance creeping in. I was not seeking her permission, which she failed to grasp; I am the husband, and the bread winner, and Amanda is my wife and a wife does what her husband says.
I didn’t really even have time to consider how to deal with my disrespectful wife as things happened pretty quickly and Amanda, and her big mouth, took things from bad to worse.
“What is she doing here?” Amanda snapped. The way she said “she” made it sound as if I had brought home one of the girls from Madame Orr’s house.
“This is Jemima,” I said, ignoring her tone. “She’s an old friend from school.” I went on to explain my idea.
“Well, I just don’t like you bringing no little xxxxxxx girl into my house,” Amanda said.
“This is my house!” I snapped and my tone made Amanda jump back.
Amanda didn’t notice but Jemima’s eyes narrowed.
“I...I know, Eric darling, but you brought her home without giving me any warning. But if you think it’s a good idea…” Amanda wasn’t paying any attention to Jemima. “Seeing how you’re on the town council now we should probably have ourselves a little xxxxxxx slave to…”
“What did you say?” Jemima snapped, stepping forward.
“Look,” Amanda said, “it ain’t your fault you’re a xxxxxxx, but honestly Eric,” she turned to me, “what would people say if they heard we had a xxxxxxx in our house as a guest? As a slave, well, that’s OK, but not as a guest.”
“Maybe they’d say the town whore is at it again,” Jemima snapped. “We all know you like black men; maybe you like black women too.”
Amanda’s face dropped. She stays out on the ranch most of the time and she forgets that the whole town either saw, or heard about what had happened.
“Eric, are you going to let this little xxxxxxx insult your wife?” Amanda cried, waiting for me to be her hero again and stand up for her.
“You say the words “xxxxxxx” or “slave” one more time and I will knock your teeth so far down your throat your asshole will look like a white picket fence!” Jemima sneered.
Amanda looked at me.
“You got yourself into this, you get yourself out of it,” I said.
Amanda was looking good in her skin tight shirt and britches, and with her anger getting the better of her she stormed forward to grab Jemima.
“You get out of my house you dirty little nig…” Amanda grabbed Jemima to throw her out of the house.
She didn’t get the chance. Jemima just hauled off and punched Amanda right in the face, sending Amanda stumbling backwards until she tripped and landed flat on her ass. She was dizzy, I could see, and sat there with a dazed look on her face, looking up at us. Amanda shook her head to clear the cobwebs and saw Jemima beginning to remove her white dress.
“What…what are you doing?” Amanda stammered.
“This is a new dress and I don’t want to get your blood all over it.
Amanda’s jaw dropped and I watched as the stain began to spread in her crotch. Amanda pissed herself, which Jemima saw and began laughing.
