Plantation Slaves (12 page)

Paris watched her sister as though it was happening to someone else and she wasn't even there. She saw her sister's shame as she was forced to take off her clothes to the waist and let them look at her naked breasts. Now the reality set in. She would have to do the same thing. She didn't want to pay the price of defying them, her fingers moving swiftly to unbutton the dress, letting it fall to her waist. She slipped off the chemise, her breasts popping free into the bright light of the parlor, all eyes on her as she revealed her naked breasts to the men. She didn't wait, getting into the position as Emily had, feeling Master behind her, bracing for the hands that would cradle her naked breasts for the first time. She was shocked by the touch, her nipples growing so erect they almost hurt. The calloused hands played across the silky skin of her breasts, but nothing could have prepared her for the touch of his fingers on her nipples. “EEEEWWW,” she gasped in sudden shocked as the fingers touched her nipples, rubbing them, Paris feeling them continue to grow as the blood pounded in the tips. He pinched them again, another squeal from her mouth, the sudden shock sending a shiver between her legs.

Jerry Lee felt her push her ass back onto his cock when he pinched her nipples; another pinch and he was rewarded with another rub of his cock. He wished he had more time for her to masturbate him with her lovely ass, but the General grew bored with this game.

"Leave them over in the corner for a while. They can learn.” He dismissed Jerry Lee, going back to his cigar and brandy.

Emily and Paris found themselves bound for the first time, though not the last. Their hands were thrust into iron cuffs hanging from chains high on the ceiling; their proud breasts naked and thrust up for all to admire. They were left there for hours while the rest of the family and friends talked and enjoyed their brandies, an occasional hand coming over to caress the naked flesh, first a calloused hand and then the soft hand of a female teasing the nipples of both of the trembling girls back to erection. They couldn't believe that a girl could do such a thing to them. Or would want to. They were finally released, sent back to the slave quarters to fall into a sound sleep until the roosters woke them up at the crack of dawn; the girls ushered out of their rooms to begin the long day of a slave.

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Madison was waiting for him, the overseer giving him a lesson just days ago. He was strung up, the overseer whipping his back with the black bullwhip, making sure that he didn't damage him too much. It was just enough so he learned that he was to obey any white, even the women. Madison could take care of herself, a dagger in her night stand and a small revolver under her pillow. She had never had a problem with a black before and she didn't expect this one to be any different. After all, he was going to have a chance to fuck a white woman. There was a knock at the door. “Come in."

The overseer brought the buck in, the one she had bought at the slave mart a short time ago. “This'un here is Charlie, Ma'am."

Madison looked at him, bathed and oiled, dressed in a loin cloth that could barely contain the thick cock that hung down between his legs. She looked at his chest, the oiled abs bursting with muscles and his thighs thick and muscular. “Turn around.” He obeyed without question; his firm haunches would feel good when he used their power to thrust his cock into her. She liked to be ridden hard, especially by a big cock, the pain mixing with the pleasure. She just hoped that she was right about this one having stamina, not wanting a quick fuck. “You can go now,” Madison dismissed the overseer.

"Yes'm, Ma'am. I'll be just down the hall in case you need me.” He still never trusted the black bucks, no matter how much she did. He shut the door and went down to the end of the hall, finding the chair he had placed there along with a bottle of whiskey and a cigar. It would be a couple of hours, so he settled in. The rest of the hall was empty, Madison making sure no one else was around. She liked to make lots of noise.

Charlie looked at the white woman, remembering the way her soft, silky hands glided over his cock, making him cum. She was dressed in a silky bathrobe; Charlie had never seen such a fine garment before. He could make out her lovely body beneath it, hoping that he would have a chance to fuck her this time. He felt his cock beginning to stir as she gazed at him; her eyes glued to his crotch.

"Take it off,” she ordered him, Charlie proud of his large cock, throwing the short loin cloth to the side, spreading his legs so she could see his massive weapon. The girls loved or hated his cock, either too big or big enough, never in between. And he loved to fuck, able to keep from cumming no matter how tight a pussy he was in. And with his large cock they were all tight.

Madison licked her lips when his naked cock came into view, the prick as long and thick as a babies arm. She couldn't wait to feel it between her legs; it had been a while since she had something that big inside her. “Stroke it, make it bigger.” She watched his hand take his semi-hard cock and begin to rub it, slowly rubbing over the head, the cock jerking in his hand. He took long strokes from the base of his balls all the way to the head, a drop of cum leaking from the head with each broad stroke. He teased her with it, aiming it at her as he stroked it to erection. She watched the black shaft grow in his hand; his cum making it slick; his hand sliding easier up and down the cum-laden shaft. With his other hand he hefted up his balls, the twin balls must weigh a pound each, the black wrinkled bag covered with black, springy hair, Madison loving it when it tickled against her asshole as she was getting pounded by the cock. She could only imagine all the cum that was in them.

He watched her as she watched him. Her hand began to unbutton the bathrobe she was wearing, pulling back the top until her twin white breasts broke free into the light. Her fingers plucked at her nipples; Charlie licking his lips hoping he would get a chance to suck and bite on them. She pushed the robe off her shoulders and down her arms until she was naked to the waist; Charlie had never seen a white woman's breasts before. The nipples and areolas stood out in sharp contrast to the white skin of her breast, almost as if they were targets. She played with them as she watched him masturbate his cock, her nipples growing just as his cock did.

It had to be almost a foot long, the head as big as her fist. She remembered barely being able to put her fingers around the thick shaft. She sat lower in an upholstered chair, unbuttoning more buttons of the dressing gown, her belly revealed to Charlie, his eyes looking at her as she undressed for him. She could feel her pussy grow damp with desire. It was so forbidden to let a black male see you naked, never mind letting them fuck you. That is what excited her; that and the size of the prick. There weren't many bucks that had a prick as big as Charlie's; that is what drew him to her.

She was undressing, taking off the bathrobe, the buttons opened past her waist, Charlie looking at her tiny belly button on the sea of white skin. Her hands were so tiny unbuttoning the buttons with such precision, a dark bush barely visible as the buttons popped open. She sat up, unbuttoning all the buttons on the bathrobe, all the way to her ankles, leaning back, the bathrobe just folded over her body, undone and ready to unveil her naked body to him. He stroked his cock with broad strokes, stopping at the head, his fingernail scratching just under the head, a delicious combination of pain and pleasure that made his cock twitch.

She looked at him, pushing her bathrobe to the sides until it fell beneath her, her naked thighs clenched together. For now. She felt a shiver run through her body, the same feeling she got each time she stripped naked for a new buck, knowing that she was the first white woman they had ever seen naked. “Do you like it, Charlie?” Her fingers stroked across her dense black bush, teasing the follicles, the tiny hairs resonating down to the roots.

"I ain't seen nothin’ like it, Mistress.” Her skin was so white, her bush black, like a painting on a white canvas. With a black, the colors were all the same. With the white woman, it made her bush so more pronounced. He struggled with the tingling in his balls, the sight of the naked white woman making his balls want to release his cum, but he knew that he better not. He needed to satisfy her or else; the memory of the bull whip on his back still fresh in his mind.

She spread her legs slowly, watching his eyes as the lips of her pussy parted, her white thighs opening up to his gaze. Her fingers continued to toy with her bush. She bent her knees opening up wider, both hands moving down to her pussy, gripping her slick pussy lips tightly opening up her pussy to his eyes.

She was so pink on the inside; her juices glistening on her silky lips; her manicured nails opening her up until he could almost see inside her. Her legs were open wide, her knees drawn back. He looked down at her, her slit so pronounced, his eyes following it down until he could almost make out the tiny hole between her ass cheeks. Even her pussy looked so small, not sure if she would be able to take his great big prick. She was rubbing her finger up and down her slit, Charlie seeing the wetness on her fingertips. She moved her finger up to her clit, two fingers pushing down at the base until the red, hard button appeared, erect just like a tiny cock. Her finger slapped over the head, her hips beginning to gently roll on the chair.

She masturbated unashamedly in front of him with her fingers rubbing up and down her slit until they were wet, then plucking out her clit and teasing it erect. She couldn't wait any longer. “Over here, Charlie.” She spread her thighs obscenely, watching as Charlie kneeled down between them. “You know how to pleasure a girl with your mouth, Charlie?"

"Yes'm, Mistress. I make you feel real good.” He could smell her pussy. Not like the girls he was used to. This one smelled of fancy perfumes masking the smell he enjoyed, the smell of arousal. He would soon remedy that, licking away the sweet perfume, his tongue coaxing out her natural wetness. He moved closer to her, almost afraid of touching her; such an act would bring about severe punishment.

"Go ahead,” Madison coaxing him on. “It's okay.” His hand touched her, her body jumping by the powerful, calloused hand that touched her inner thigh. She almost came when she felt his hot breath on her sex; lying farther back,wanting to bask in the sexual pleasure that she knew was coming.

Charlie ran his hand along one thigh, surprised by how tender and silky her skin was. He had never felt such a thing before. He spread her legs back, his face only inches from her bright pink pussy and the spread of her legs peeling back her lips. He could see her tiny hole beckoning to his cock.
How would she take such a monster in such a little hole?
His tongue slid along her thigh, moving up to the vee of her leg, feeling her body shudder as he moved close to where her legs joined her body, the tender place so close to her pussy.

"EEEEWWW,” her hips shot up when his tongue moved across her skin, his large tongue wet and rough. God, she could cum in just a second, struggling to maintain her arousal, wanting to draw out the pleasure. She knew she wouldn't last through his oral attention, but his cock would bring her passion back. Hopefully both of them would last a long time; Charlie riding her as a stallion would. His fingers were firm pushing on her thighs, Madison feeling her crotch ache as he pushed too hard. Her ass rose up as his tongue ran along one pussy lip, his teeth nibbling at the hair in her bush. “EH!” He plucked out a few hairs with his teeth; her eyes watering as the hairs ripped out at the roots; the delicious pain only making her more aroused. His tongue rose up her lip, moving close to the edge; his fingers joining his mouth; two hands, each one gripping a pussy lip; strong fingers digging painfully into the puffy flesh. “MMMM,” she groaned silently, biting her lip as he yanked her lips apart too far, stretching them so far that her slit disappeared, her inner pussy were exposed, his tongue was poised to lick her intimately.

He had never seen a pussy this pink before, his eyes only inches from her as he peeled her open like a fruit, his fingers digging into her white skin. Her slit opened up. Inhaling her sweet surrender, his tongue came out of his mouth. He pressed his head down; his nose pressing between her lips; his tongue licking at the nectar of her womanhood. He ran his tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the top, carefully avoiding her clit, not wanting her to cum that fast. Her body shot up, gasps from her lips, as she pushed her sex deeper into his face; his hands holding her hips so she couldn't move away from his probing tongue.

"EEEEEGGHH!” Her muffled scream of pleasure was trapped by her tightly clasped lips, the tongue bringing such pleasure to her, the tingle racing between her legs and up her spine. Her fingers shot down to her breasts, pinching her nipples as she humped against that wonderful tongue that went everywhere. Everywhere but her clit. She was trying to raise her hips up, but his hands were too strong, holding her down while he had his way with her. The pleasure was too much for her to fight it; Madison was struggling to fill her lungs with air as the pleasure washed over her body. His tongue was so wide, lapping between her lips, pushing them even wider than his fingers were doing. She shuddered when it passed over her vagina, triggering a thrill that ran through her body at the thought of his tongue fucking her, just as his cock would.

His lips were soaked with her juices, the fancy perfume smell gone; only the sweet smell of her arousal lingering on his tongue. He knew exactly what to do with his tongue running up and down while his hands held her body captive. His tongue moved down to her pussy; his tongue curled as it probed the small, tight hole. Her ass rose up, her thighs spreading wider, opening herself up to his oral probing. He pushed his tongue into her, a loud gasp by her signaling his success, feeling her muscles grip the tip of his tongue as it slipped into her hot, tight hole. He fluttered it, her heavy breathing signaling his success. He fucked her with his tongue just as he would with his cock, in and out while her hips danced in his hands.