Wicked Tales of the Antebellum South

[angelique127]

Isabelle and her young niece were riding in a open aired carriage on their way to the city of Savannah. Isabelle's husband, Charles Loyd Anderson had decided that he needed to purchase a good stud breeder to contribute to his profits by impregnating the female slaves. His last black bull had ran off into the swamps only to dissappear. The ladies had asked to go into the city also, not having a chance to do so very often. It was a special opportunity to go the the shops and buy the latest fashions from Paris. Isabelle wanted to add to her vast collection of silk stockings and corsetts, as well as satin french underwear. A lady could never get enough of these special garmets. Besides her niece, Lacy, was engaged to be married next month to the son of a wealthy landowner and they needed to find wedding attire for the very special event.

Despite the heat the females were dressed in fashionable gowns and such with only umbrellas to protect them from the sun. They didn't seem to mind because they were so excited to be escaping the plantation and go into the city.

Isabelle and Lacy spent most of the day trying on lingerie and fine gowns, along with pearl necklaces and jewelry while Charles and his overseerer attended the auctions to find a replacement. Finished with their shopping for the day the two ladies strolled down to the warehouse to find the gentlemen and see what was going on. Of course prim and proper females were not permitted to attend the slave auctions, so they waited outside for a moment, hoping that they would not have to wait much longer.

Impatient and uncomfortable from the heat, Lacy decided to peek inside the back door. " Oh my auntie...there is a poor slave chained to a pole. "

" Please Lacy get away from there before you are seen ! "

" But Aunt Isabelle he is sweating and I think he is thirsty ! "

Slightly irritated with her niece Isabelle peeks inside. A huge muscled black man is standing there chained to a pole...

" Please ladies, would you be so kind and give me a drink of water. "

Isabelle and Lacy look at each other with raised eyebrows. How can they refuse to help him and not give him a sip of refreshing water ? They enter and approach him carefully even though he is chained and harmless. Lacy picks up a dipper and permitts the slave to have a drink. A little spills across his massive chest...

" Would you like some more ? " Lacy asks.

" Yes please. "

She gives him another drink from the dipper.

" Thank you. " the chained slave says.

" Well we wouldn't want you to die of thirst, would we auntie Belle? " Lacy suggests.

" No..." Isabelle can't seem to take her eyes off of the massive powerful black slave. She had never seen such fine male specimen, black or white...

" Auntie Belle is it true what they say ? Are most black men hung like a horse ? "

Isabelle cheeks reddened. If they were caught being in here, alone with a black slave things would not go well...for anyone !

Unable to resist the urge to do so, Lacy reached out and pulled his cotton trousers outward... " Oh my... I do declare...Ive never seen something so big in my entire life ! she gasped...

Isabelle looked around hoping not to be caught in such a situation but could not resist a peek at the large black cock. Needless to say it was huge ! It would be forever burned into her mind...

" Lacy Jean we have to go now. Please, before we are discovered here ! " Isabelle attempted to lead her young awe struck niece away.

" But auntie can't we convince Uncle Charles to purchase him ? " Lacy asked.

They could have swore they heard the big black well hung slave chuckle.

" Perhaps darling, let me speak with him. " Isabelle insisted.

 

[Homerun2611]

Buck

It was hotter than the worst day back in Nahlins, the Wilken's plantation, my prior home. It wasn't that I didn't know why I was here, and I was probably lucky I hadn't been lynched. It had been one week ago, Massuh Wilken, was away, or so Miss Melodie had said.

Up she had called me, I had been busy a breeding, the bitches lined up, I was lined up to breed four before lunch. When the overseer Missuh Thomas called me out, I hadn't even fuked once. I could see the disappontment. For, when Miss Melanie called old Buck, it would be a while. When i got up to the big house, I saw the smile on Miss Melanie's face, the bigger one on Miss Caroline, her younger sister. Now I's like my women in twos, every bit as good as ones. In i's went, and up to the back chambers we went. It was hottr than boiling tar, but in we went and as the ladies removed their thin dayrobes, I watched their eyes as untied the rope holding my pants, and my big black body glistening with sweat, I unleashed my monster, big buck.

You sees, I was only 14 when the slavers caught me, I had been born a prince, a boy destined to be king, now a common slave. That was before my skill became apparent. At nearly thirteen inches, there is not a bigger or thicker cock in the South. I was no longer even in consideration for a field hand, even though I was built with broaad back, 36 inches across, and muscles upon muscles all V'ing ta 29 inch waist, rippled like the bestest washboard. Ohhee, when the white follk saw that cock, my field days were over, and I was forever more a stud.

But, when Massuh Wilkens came back, only to see his sister in law sucking my big black balls, and stroking my cock, and his own dear wife, fisting her own cunt in preparation, my days on his plantati were done...and now here I was.

When I saw them I did need water, lordy I needed water. But two sweeter bits of sugar my big brown eyes had never seen, so given the opportunity I flashed my pearly whites and flexed my ebony muscles. They young one took the hook first. I was not intimidated my white women, I knew the primal appeal I provided. Now i was time to melt me some sugar.

Both women were gorgeouos, but where the younger one was a lamb, the older one was a wolf, and she eyed me like meat.

" Auntie Belle is it true what they say ? Are most black men hung like a horse ? "

I smiled just enough but stayed quiet letting curiousity build. The auntie burned bright red, her eyes constantly flitting back to my crotch.

Unable to resist the urge to do so, Lacy reached out and pulled his cotton trousers outward... " Oh my... I do declare...Ive never seen something so big in my entire life ! she gasped...

How often I had heard this, I never tired, standing up tall, flexng, glistening, big buck doing his magic, I glanced at the gorgeous slightly older woman, I knew she held the power.

Isabelle looked around hoping not to be caught in such a situation but could not resist a peek at the large black cock. Needless to say it was huge ! It would be forever burned into her mind...

" Lacy Jean we have to go now. Please, before we are discovered here ! " Isabelle attempted to lead her young awe struck niece away.

" But auntie can't we convince Uncle Charles to purchase him ? " Lacy asked.



I couldn't hold back my chuckle despite my efforts. Big buck had done his job, done it well.

" Perhaps darling, let me speak with him. " Isabelle insisted.

Some had called me an uppity negro, but I knew women and I knew desire.

"Miss Lacie....you is young, I knows you ain't seen anything like big buck..." I looked down and signaled my quickly hardening cock..."When you looked before, I's wasn't even hard yet...if yous want..looks again..you two madam...you's fixing for me to stud right....well then you should take a look at what you is buying...Buck don't mind...you can touch it if you's like? " He was smiling eyes dancing, a prouder peacock never plumed....

 

[angelique127]

I could hardly believe my eyes, his penis was absolutely huge ! It hung down almost to his knee. One could only compare him to a stallion, a proud black stallion. I found his manner quite bold, for most male slaves would not dare look a white female directly in the eye. This muscled brute even had the nerve to gaze upon my cleaveage ! And how dare he talk to my dear niece like that, tempting her to touch it !

To my utter shock my young niece did just that. She took his large member in her soft lilly white hand and stroked it. I almost fainted there on the spot !

" Lacy Jean Anderson...why I have never...have you lost your cotton picking mind ? If you got caught back here fondling a black slave their would hell to pay. You should know better ! Come with me this instant ! " I insisted, taking her arm to leave the stable before someone else entered.

" But Auntie Belle, he's just a perfect for breeding ! We must ask uncle to purchase him. "

" We shall see. " I told her while lifting the hem of my gown and petticoats and trying to avoid stepping in several mud puddles. My expensive heeled ankle boots cost a small fortune. As we walked to find my dear husband I couldn't stop thinking about the bold muscled slave...perhaps Lacy was correct he would be perfect for the job of breeding with the females. If we bought him it might be worth every penny. But I would have to keep a close eye on my niece, she seemed totally infatuated him after I witnessing her behavior in the stable. To be honest I could hardly blame her...there was something different about him, maybe his mere presence. I have been around hundreds of slaves, my dear daddy had a plantion where I grow up before I was married but none ever had the effect that this one had on me...however it was going to be difficult to speak with Charles about the purchase since ladies were not permitted in the auction area without exception. Hopefully Charles would notice the magnificent brute himself and buy him !

 

[Homerun2611]

It was hot, red hot, as hot as Savannah can make it, hot enough to bake Georgia clay, and that was saying something. I was there waiting for the auction to start. My wife, dear, sweet, innocent Isabelle, should be here soon, as well as my darling ingenue niece, Lacy. I felt bad as this was a bit unseemly for two such fine Christian ladies, both were pure as the driven snow, a welcome thought in this infernal heat. I took off my wide brim hate and dabbed my brow with my kerchief.

You could smell the hot sweaty stank of negroes, over 30 would be sold that day, men and women, of course most had no use to me. I had field hands, and household servants a plenty, no, I needed a stud, a bull, a man able to cum over and over and inseminate my empire of mares. That Teddy had done run off was upsetting, but it had been six months and we had bitches in heat. I wasn't looking for any bull, but a stallion, with the propensity to breed other stallions.

Suddenly the auctioneer started walking in my direction, "You got any for me Bo, I want a bull, a big buck, one who can fuck and fuck and fuck, and never tire." I hadn't seen my beautiful wife until I felt her hand in my arm, but I knew she had heard me, so had my angelic niece.

"I'm sorry darlin, those are business and man details, I shouldn't have burdened your sweet ears, of such talk." My wife was pure, we had made love regularly, once every two weeks, Saturday nights after a jubilee, or ice cream social. Yes we had ice cream, few others did. However, the ice came down in barges and if this damnable war happened, it might be a good while before the South won, and the ice barges again came from the north.

Of course I had my manly needs more frequently satisfied, but I had a fine collection of belly warmers who knew how to properly present themselves over the desk of my study as I enjoyed a good bourbon and a fine cigar, and tight black pussy with those deliciouos neon pink folds. As with any of the southern gentry, such things were never discussed, and my woman could stay pure and focus on proper entertaining, and the house staff of the plantation. Lately I had heard some interesting sounds as I came upstairs, but I had been quite embarrassed to only fine my wife and our young Lacey, trying to stay cool in thier night dresses, drenched in sweat from the summer heat.

Bo looked at the Ladies and smiled, "Mister Charles, I have a fine nigger up for bid at the end...funny his name is Buck, he is being sold up from New Orleans, he was a stud there, but he, partook too freely, if you understand?" He looked at the ladies, confident they were far too pure to understand. For myself I hated the term, nigger, and punished its use by any other than gentry, you can hardly correct another gentleman for using the common language, but you would not hear it from me. "Partake?" He smilded a deviant smile, "From what I understand they would hold parties and put Buck, that's his name, on display, the ladies would be disquisted, but he damn near split one open...sorry ladies."

It was of course legend, he had been put on display, many times, but he was here for more of a private show he had given. Bo walked away, I turned to Isabelle who was fanning herself and spinning her parasol, seemingly paying no attention. "Well ladies, there is a bull up for auction, but I don't know, he may be a bit too much of a savage for our Cottontail ?" Cottontail was the name of our stately cotton and tobacco plantation, and as I always did when evaluating Chrisian matters, I turned to my lovely wife for spiritual guidance.

 

[angelique127]

I overheard the conversation between Bo and my dear husband, pretending not to be interested in what they were dicussing. Not that I didn't engage in all the lastest gossip with the ladies but the most of the conversations between the gentlemen I found rather boring, unless you liked to discuss crops. profit margins, politics and rumors of war over brandy and fine cigars and such topics. However I had a feeling they were talking about the bold black stud chained in the stable and his deviant reputation with the white ladies, which was a taboo subject as well as forbidden...

...in fact it reminded of a certain conversation with the ladies I had at one of the many elegant dances we attended once. There was a wicked rumor going around about a certain plantation where a handsome black slave was caught with the planters wife. Apparently the beautiful belle was seeking revenge upon her husband for his many liasons with the young female slaves, a not talked about but common practice amongest the white masters and overseerers. As punishment the husband decided instead of whipping or castrating the well hung slave, he would invite some friends and even relatives both male and female, to watch his prize bull stud take his beautiful adultress wife from behind, like a black stallion mounting a white mare while everyone obseved the couple. The husband had made his wife wear a lace blindfold around her eyes but it did little to hide her identity...as rumor had it the guests enjoyed the show so much, both the ladies and gentlemen decided to form a secret and exclusive society. The white females were very eager to be the next to be dominated by the black stud while their male counterparts watched. This lasted a few months until the stud and the wife dissappeared, never to be seen again.

My husband expressed his caution and seemed somewhat uncertain about purchasing such a brute for our plantation. I was somewhat surprised when Charles actually asked my opinion about the matter.

" Well darling , as you know a good virile and strong breeder is very hard to find these days. Perhaps he will make a good investment and turn a handsome profit for Cottontail. " I offered, not wanting to give too much away.

Charles pondered this for a moment, until the big slave was led out onto the block. His muscles glistened in the sun, his broad chest shining, naked except for a pair of shorts. The huge proud bulge inside them was unmistakable...my heart skipped a beat, he actually took my breath away ! The black stud had a smirk on his face and for a timeless moment our eyes met...for some reason I almost melted on the spot, hoping that no one noticed.

" Oh Uncle Charles isn't he magnificent " Lacey gasped.

Charles only stared at his young neice without responding. I could tell that he was impressed but hesitant for some reason and perhaps surprised by her reaction. The black slave was imosing to say the least...

" I do declare, darling, I doubt that we could find anyone better. " I suggested.

And then the bidding began...

" Who wants to offer the opening bid for this fine specimen of a man ? " the slave master asked...

 

[Homerun2611]

If you've never been sold, you cannot understand how dehumanizing it is to be sold as an asset, really no more than a piece of meat. And as I was pulled by my chain and collar up on stage. I could have been angry, but I was not. Being a slave is dehumanizing by its very institution, but it is also numbing, and so once destined to be a chief's son I had been sold before, put on display as a sexual beast, paraded and performing. And I had learned, if that was my lot, be the best!

So, I had sensed the curiosity, hunger and desire in both women that had visited me earlier, the older and arguably more desirable one was just a better actress. But unlike the younger, I had a feeling she had many ideas of exactly how she might like to tangle with my big black python! So once on stage, wearing little more than a burlap sack tied at my waist, barely concealing the monster waiting in its depths, I stood, head held high, shoulders back, chiseled ebony chest glistening in the horrendous heat, the statue of an ebony God brought to life. I saw them almost immediately and once our eyes met, first the young, then the older, I smiled, a knowing and inviting smile. It was then I saw them led away to a side tent, sipping mint juleps while my cock was sold to the highest bidder.

I wasn't sure who the man was with them, but assumed it was Uncle Charles, and I had work there, as my very presence was intimidating. There was a general wariness and it initially subdued the bidding, $25, 30, 35, the bids trickled in. I was a prize bull, this was insulting, and bids like this would not render the care or position I seeked, at these dollars, I might be a field hand or worse. The frustrated auctioneer, looked at me, and while facing the crowd I spoke under my breath, "Let them see it...it is my cock they will pay for..." I knew the terms, had heard them thrown about by the gentry with ease buck, bitch, wench, mandingo...we were animals to them and sold at chattel. Again "They need to see my cock and lust at how I would take their bitches?"

The auctioneer turned his head and smiled. This negro like it or not, understood the game. The more he fetched at auction and the more clear his purpose the more likely the more preferred pleasantness of his existence leaving the block. Suddenly the auctioneer pulled a large hunting knife from his belt, and the crowd suddenly hushed as he dramatically raised his knife and targeting his most extraordinary asset and with one stark movement, the knife came down severing the tie and the men collectively gasped at the man now on display.

I stood there and looked out with disdain, there was not a man here who could compare, smiling, and like a peacock pluming his feathers, my cock rose and rose and rose, casting a shadow on the early rows in front of me, as my massive erection stood out, just above 90 degrees as every eye awed at its magnificence. "Gentlemen, take this is surely not the cock of a mere stud, this is a stallion....who would like to be the first to have their bitch's belly filled with the baby of this brute's seed?" I turned my head, only for a moment and thought I saw the glimmer of an eye through a tear in the seam of the tent wall, but doubted it.

As I was first exposed the first real bid came in, ""$150", but as I became aroused, I enjoyed being put on display, watching their envy, and wondering what dark thoughts they had of me with their slaves, or their women? It escalated quickly, $225, 250, and so on, until I was at full mast. I looked at Master Charles, as his voice rang out, arm raised, "$450!" The bidding was over, a record, and some measure of my future existence secured.

The smile was laughable on the auctioneer's face as he was congratulated, and my pans pulled back up, a string of twine securing them. I was led off, and would await my master, and hopefully my mistresses! We were gathered and chained together until we were collected by either our new Masters or their overseers...

 

[angelique127]

In the side tent...

Dispite being inside the sweltering side shelter, we still entertained a veiw of the auction block as we sipped our refreshments.

The bidding started out on the low side as it usually did at first. My husband remained silent, not offering a bid yet. I didn't dare intervine, knowing it was a proper ladies place to do so, although for some strange reason I wished that Charles would purchase the big black stud for us...and then something unusual happened. Perhaps the auctioneer became frustrated by the low bids for such a fine male specimen, that he used a blade to remove his tattered trousers exposing him naked for all to see. A collective gasp went throught the crowd at the sight of his huge manhood. It was apparent that this was no mere field hand to pick cotton, he was a rare and prized stud, born to impregnate females slaves and sire another generation.

All of a sudden the bidding increased and I was excited when my dear husband finally offered a very high price for the stud breeder. To my relief no one attempted to outbid us. The big black brute belonged to us, he was our sole possession

On the long ride home, Charles seemed very pleased with his purchase. It may take years until we saw any profit from our investment but our 'breeder' could be temporarily rented out to other plantation owners to service the female slaves for a price. We owned forty three slaves on Cottonwood, most of those male field hands. We had a wonderful female cook, an older male butler who served my husband as well as a young female personnal attendant named Milly for all my many needs, like assisting me to dress bathe and brushing my long blonde hair. We treated our slaves very well, making sure they had plenty to eat. Our overseers did not discipline with the whip unless absolutely necessary for severe offenses. At the same time my husband expected loyalty and obediance. In all honesty I was not sure about our new slave Buck. He was very bold and forward, his eyes seemed to undress us and linger upon our cleavage.

I do declare if he wasn't careful my husband might notice and have him punished...it was totally indecent for a black male slave to gaze at a white lady that way ! And to make matters worse was the way he looked at my poor little niece Lacy, and me also, with this knowing rather arrogant smirk. Lacy didn't seem to mind, in fact she almost encouraged him by smiling at him every chance she got. In less than a month Lacy was to be married to a dashing young lieutenant in the confederate army. A war was brewing between the aggressive north and south in the near future...so the wedding was to be held sooner, in a little more than two weeks. The wedding would be held at a nearby church, followed by a lavish reception at Cotton. It seemed I would very busy with all the details that go along with such an event and I welcomed the distraction in a way...

As I fanned myself I couldn't resist a peek at the massive stud sitting behind us. Buck, as he was called, looked so strong that he could easily snapped the chains if he wanted. On the other hand he seemed perfectly content about his future. He would never have to toil in the fields or do manual labour, in fact he would be treated better than the other slaves. He would reside in a nice private cottage instead of a shack, Buck would be well fed to keep up his stamina to perform his only task of breeding females.

Catching me looking at our new acquisition Lacy smiled and squeezed my hand giving me a knowing smile. I couldn't help but blush at the thought that we were both thinking the same thing...

 

[Homerun2611]

I was done lathered up good, as I left the block, only to be put in a pen with the others. Shackled at my wrists and ankles, they needn't have bothered. If I had done wanted to, these shackles not be holdin me, but for what? To run? Hunted by dogs, held at knife and gunpoint, chained to a post, and whipped until there was more red on my back than black. I did not know exactly what I had just won, but as the prize stud at the fair, it was a fuck of a lot better than being on the run, and that didn't include the fringe benefits, the belles attached to Massuh Chuck.

Of course, it wasn't him or them that came to fetch me, but who did told me so much more. A large black man came down, and from his gaze I knew he was there for me. He was a bit smalle than I, two inches, but with more than 10 additional years on him, and in his role he was cushioned a bit over his strong body. "That bull is ours!" He gruffly put, talking to the attendant, who pulled me out of line. I smiled, the fact that my new massuh had a Driver, was a good sign, it meant a negro could earn privileges. The word made me smile at the thought of the priviliges I was most interested in, Miss Isabelle and Miss Lacey, but I had no doubts that if I was to be blessed with their favors, it would most likely occur on the downlow. Though on never did know, I had been asked before to show just how a black cock could plunder a white woman, as a small audience enjoyed, but surely in this fine Christian home, such debauchery would not be contemplated?

"Das me...I's Budk...and yous?" The man had a certain dignity, knowing eyes, carriage of pride, the whip and knife in his belt a clear indication of his superior station. "I's Isaac, been Mr. Charles Driver two years ago, we's got an overseer, Mr. Burt, but for the most part I handle the house slaves and the breeding. You's uppity, you's is, and I got no mind for that. I's sees what you gots between your legs, but if yous disrespect Master Charles, any of de family, that can be chopped off sure as any trunk of any cottonwood at the big house, you's understand. Now, yous be a good negro, perform, you can have a life that is nice, sweet, lots of special things, is up to yous."

I nodded, I got it, my guess was there was much more to be learned, but I followed Isaac, who led me to an uncovered wagon, along with one field hand and two mares that had also been purchased. As I got in the younger girl, Maple, smiled at me. She was a beauty, rounded nice, skin a fine dark chocolate, thick lips perfect for sucking on old Buck, and dimples, and sparkling eyes, ooooh boy! "So you's the stud?" She looked down, but even soft, my outline and size were clear. "I's look forward to dat, I's surely do!" She smiled, grinning at the other woman Sarah. Sarah was a jezebel, another fine looking woman, but with light chocolate complexion, she could pass for white if her hair had a bit of the kink worked out.

I smiled, "Master Charles does surely have an eye, I's thinks I's gonna like it here!" I winked as the woman giggled, but as I did my eye caught the Mrs., Isabelle looking at me...there was something in that look, a fire behind the beauty, that made my big black cock react. I averted my gaze, only to see the lovely Miss Lacey smiling at me. I made the mistake of smiling back only to hear Isaac's bark, "Eyes back here negro, there is nothing for you up der, but the sting of my whip."

I was uppity, used to a certain freedom, but that was then, this was now, and oneday I might again assume greater familiarity. Today I heeded the warning, "Yes sir Boss, I's a sorrry....how long until we get der?"

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle daydreaming

Already my bedroom was getting hotter despite it only being mid morning. I had rung the bell twice already to summon Molly, my young personal house servant but she had not responded yet to assist me with dressing. I had a busy day, a seamtress was coming to fit Lacey for her wedding gown and some specail lingerie to wear on her honeymoon. And I had to plan the dinner with my cook for our fifty or so guests that where attending the reception, although it was almost two weeks away, I wanted everything to be prepared for my lovely young neice and her beau to be !

" I do declare where is that girl ? " I muttered to myself anxious to get dressed. If I had to guess Molly was most likely hanging around Buck's cottage again with most of the female slaves, young and old. The brute had only been here two days but he had already managed to create quite a stir. It was if every black female was in total lust and desire once they laid eyes on him and his physique. It was well known that Buck was well endowed...

In fact we even had a landowner from a neighboring plantation visit last evening, inquiring if he could bring two of his young fertile females stay with us for a week or so, and he was willing to pay handsomely for the stud service. Charles seemed very pleased with his investment, setting him up in a clean private cottage with a big brass bed. Buck was served three meals a day to keep up his strength. It was like he was a prized stallion, having been granted permission to all the mares in the stable, except the white ones, of course it was forbidden.

...which was becoming a concern for me. Lacey had confided to me in secret that she was 'attracted' to our black stud. He seemed very friendly and charming and nice. I warned her of the danger and risk if she were ever even discovered talking to a black male slave without a chaperone... Lacey insisted that she would never compromise or be caught in such a situation. Although I trusted her, I knew how powerful the sin of temptation could me. What I didn't bother to confess was that I felt a little of it myself...the brute did have a presence about him that I found fascinating, if not very appealing for a black man.

My maid, Molly most likely off shaking her tail feathers in front of Buck, I did my hair and makeup and dressed myself. I was not in favor of punishment, my husband and overseer took care of that but Molly definately needed to be disciplined for neglacting her duties.

 

[Homerun2611]

Cottonwood, or so Mister Isaac referred to it, was a good sized plantation. Oh there were bigger, but for the deep South, it was plenty big. A bit over 750 acres, 400 of tobacco, another 340 of cotton, the remainder held the big house, barns, vegetable and flower gardens, slave quarters and guest cottages. The big house a slave quarters, the overseer and drivers quarters and then a few small cottages or guest houses. I's don't mind telling yous, I's was more than tickled to find I's wuz putz up in one of dem der cottages. It was lik I's wuz a guest or royalty. Sweeter accommodations, no man, and certainly no slave could ask for!

I's didn't know if it was the massuh's or maybe one of the womenfolk's doings, but I's sure did preciate it. I's had two rooms alls to myself. A small sitting area with a small couch and overstuffed chair, a little table and two chairs, and then a bedroom with a brass bed with a real feather mattress and honest to god linens. I done thinks I's died and gone to my maker!

But as nice as my accommodations were, I realized almost immediately, the even more amazing aspect of Cottonwood. Mister Isaac could barely hide his smile as he has to know whatz is going through mys mind, the massuh has accumulated one ouztanding group of mares. One finer than the last. Evens da old ones have a nice frame and just enuff plump to still be one fine ride! Nowz none did compare to miz Belle or miz Lacey, butz daze white women and unless dey done cumz to old Buck, Buck would not be a messin up his fine ass situation.

Now amongzt da mares, der wuz miz Belle's personal maid Molly, wuhee! Molly was one fine little piece of woman! It wuz early, when she came a knockin to myz door. "So you da one I'z heard miz Lacey talkin abouts. She was talkin to hersself and taking abouts a half man...half stallion...she was pleazuring hersself fierce, not even needin myz help. Well, iz you...iz youz that...beacause I'm in heat sumptin fierce!"

Molly was not like a normal mare, maybe it was hanging around the white women, but she was not afraid to express what she wanted and needed. I'z watchd her slip her dress off...and lay back on my chair, "Can I'z see it?" I stared and was already rock hard, my canon ready to engage. "Lordy it is..." She smiled, "Ooz, I gotz to have dat..." She walked over to my bed, and crawled up on her hands and knees, her knees on the edge of the bed, her ass perched up, and inviting, her cunt swollen and needy.

Other than Isaac, few slaves had more autonomy than Molly, and now, Buck. All de mares would get myz service, I'z knowz my job...to feed my seed. Butz, as I grabbed those thin hips, drove and fed her tight cunt, heard her moans and filthy urgings of delight, Molly was special, my special bitch, I'z knows it, and sos duz she. Fuck it was good, udder dan my old massuh's missuz, she was the best fuck old Buck had everz had.

We fucked and fucked...my ballz and thighs were slick with her orgasms, and when I came I'z filled her good. When we'z finished, we kissed and continued to play likez we'z dun tryin to eatz each other. I was a stailion but shez wuz a thoroughbred too. I willz say, when she dun walked out, she wuz walkin funny, but such a smile and look, dem other mares found demselves damp and breathing heavy...I'z knew I wuz goin to be busy.

Cum siding down her legs, likely already ripe with a baby, Molly waddled back into the house, gloriously sore. But when she saw her Missus, already dressed, she knew she had overstayed down below and there was some fixn to do..."I'z so sorry Mz Belle, youz already dressed, wutz can I do...I...I'z so sorry!"

 

[angelique127]

Lifting my dress and silk petticoats I carefully descended the staircase. The house was quiet but that was not unusual for this time of morning. My husband was an early riser and was out and about by now tending to all the tasks that went into running such a large plantation. Myself, I liked to sleep until mid morning and enjoy breakfast in bed before beginning my day, As the lady of the house it was my responsibility to oversee the household and make sure the meals were prepared in a timely manner, the laundry washed and the house cleaned and dusted properly. Most of the time the days went smoothly, without any issues since the house servants knew what was expected of them and performed their chores dutifully.

All of a sudden, my young house servant, Molly, appears out of nowhere and falls to her knees and begins to apologize to me. " I'z so sorry, Mizz Belle, you is already dressed, what can I do...I...I'z so sorry ! "

I couldn't help but smile at how dramatic she was being. You would have thought that the dear girl had run off never to return instead of being just tardy..." Calm down Molly, I am quite capable of dressing myself if need be. Just make sure it does not happen again. "

" Oh thank you Mizz Belle...I promise to never let it happen again. " Molly looked relieved at being forgiven and escaping further punishment.

I have to admit that I was somewhat surprised by her assumption that I would have inflicted severe punishment for such a minor infraction. Molly should know better...how many times did I intercede between my husband and our overseer, who I didn't like in the least ? Our over seer's named was Martin Lloyd Flynn and truthfully I despised him. He was cruel and nasty to the slaves and seemed to enjoy inflicting severe pain when he whipped them on the post. I had begged my husband to get rid of him and find a better one but Charles wouldn't hear of it. I was told that while I managed the household slaves, Martin maintained the field hands and had the authority to do as he wished.

" You may go see to my laundry and make my bed with fresh linens. " I dismissed her with a wave of my hand.

" Yez Mizz Belle. " Molly said eager to obey.

" Oh Molley have you seen my neice Lacy ? I can not find her anywhere and she has a fitting with the seamtress at noon. "

" Well Mizz Belle when I was coming back from Mr. Bucks house...I mean...after I fetched his vittles, just like cookie tol' me, I saw Mizz Lacy headed down to the crick probaly wantin to bathe. "

While it was not unusaul for Lacy, or I for that matter, to swim in the river and the little pond in the heat of the summer. We found it refreshing and a delightful alternative to bathing inside. Of course the slaves were not permitted to swim or fish there, both male and female but were allowed to do so further downriver. What did alarm me however, was that our new breeder's cottage was only yards away from our private bathing hole.

" Molly go down to the pond and tell Miss Lacy to get home immediately. " Isabelle demanded...

 

[Homerun2611]

Molly was a fine mare, welcome to submit herself for enjoyment in my paddock whenever she so desired. And I was appreciative of her offering skill and enthusiasm. I's even done kissed her, right spectful, like she was a madam and me her beaux. Howsever, as I pulled up me trousers, and tied my belt string, I's done know my day barely begun, and old buck best be ready as my cock was still partially hard, ready for my next obligation. I opened the door to see Molly out, I was still shirtless and my dark skin shiny from our throw. I wanted to see Molly walk away, I enjoyed the odd way a woman walked after I filled their saddle, their wiggle slowed by a joyous ache.

Mys eyes were fixed on Molly's hot ass, when I does looked up, and there I seen Miss Lacy headed down in little more than her bloomers and a long, light cotton robe, tied at the waist Her breasts were full, as her outfit showed more than a dress. I has nos idea where she was a goin butz I surely did like the sight. While her eyes stayed forward, I was sure I seen her eyes a peekin out the sides and sizing up if I's wuz a watchen...and woohheee I most surely was.

Mr. Isaac had made it clear, that if I wanted to end my sweet existence here, there was no bigger mistake than trying to consort wid some of da womun folks, most particular, Missus Belle or Miz Lacey. I's seen Isaac following Miss Lacey so I made sure to avert mys eyes, and g back inside my cottage. Butz, once inside I done scurry over to my window and hiding best as I could I pulled the curtain and watched as Miz Lacey, turned toward the pond just behind and a bit rightz f my cottage.

Down she done strolled and then I watched, her back to me, as se pulled off her garments one by one, only letzing my mind imagine the glory underneath. I's don't know why, I's really dont's, but there was nuttin that makes me as hard a pretty white woman...and I hadst never seen any white women as fine as Mizzus Belle or Miz Lacy. I prayds that no one walked in and caughtz me, as if they did, and whatz I's was watchin, it mightz be a lynching offense...butz I couldn't stops.

Finally she untied her waiststring, and slid the cover robe off hers shoulders..and as I done watched the unveiling, first he shoulders, then her back, her perfectly thin waist and rounded behind, I done never seen anyzding dat fine in mys whole life. I'z wuz hard, rock hard...and my big cock throbbin away, was being gripped and fondled through my pants...Lordy I's had it bad...and this was so wrong...but ...

I's wuz a fool...a wanton slave...whose couldn't helps himself...I walked out...not even thinking how big mys cock must look in my pants and I's made surez I didn't start directy...but turns my head..."Miz Lacey...it's ...itz...Buck...I'z not lookin...but are you alrightz...do you need my to does anyting...gez anyone...I'z not surez you safe outz here?" And that wuz when I see Molly movin in ourz direction....she was lookin mighty conconcerned...or wuz it mad...she seemed to be a hollarin for Miz Lacey, butz her eyes was most suredly on Big Buck!

 

[angelique127]

Lacy delibertly stutted down towards the bathing hole next to the river, dressed only in a sheer pair of bloomers, a petticoat and a chemise. She often bathed there, sometimes in the evenings but decided that it would be nice to have a morning dip before lunch. Lacy was aware that the trail passed right besides the new stud's cottage and was hoping to get noticed by him...it just was not fair that all the 'darkies' were the center of attention and behaving like females in heat...after all she was white and so much prettier and better than them.

Out of the corner of her eye Lacy saw him looking. She was thrilled that Buck could not resist looking at her although it was forbidden to gaze upon a white lady like that. Upon reaching the bathing hole Lacy disrobed, showing off her body for Buck's eyes only.

It did not take very long for Buck to leave his cottage and approach her, asking if she needed anything...

Pretending not to hear him Lacy dove naked into the cool water. When she surfaced moments later she turned around in the waist deep water, revealing her firm and full breasts. Lacy looked like a mermaid, her long blonde hair dripping with water in the sun.

Their eyes met across the distance for a brief moment and they were both spellbound !

The silence was broken by the sound of Molly's voice calling out her name...

" Oh fiddlesticks " Lacy murmered under her breath.

" Mizz Lacy, there you is...Mizz Belle wants you to come home, now. She sent me to fetch you. " Molly insisted.

Defiant, Lacy lifted her chin and walked slowly to the shore, making no move or attempt to cover her nakedness. " Well how dare you interupt my morning dip. I should have you punished. Indeed my dear auntie doesn't own me. You go back
and tell her I will be there when I am good and ready. "

Poor Molly didn't know what to do, her big dark eyes going back and forth between Buck and Miss Lacy...there was way that Molly was going back and tell that Miss Lacy was behaving indecent in front of poor ol' Buck and refusing to listen to the lady of the house. On the other hand Miss Lacy, who was spoiled rotten, was not one to be crossed either. Molly wouldn't be the first slave to be punished because of her.

" Please Mizz Lacy, all the mistress wants is for you to come home. " Molly pleaded.

" Very well then..." Lacy hissed, stomping her foot, knowing she really had no choice in the matter. She dressed rather reluntantly. While passing by Big Buck she dropped her delicate pink french panties, a gift to entice him with...

 

[Homerun2611]

'She done gotz to knowz?' Was all Buck could think. It wasn't the first time a white woman had put on a show for him, but it was most surely da very best. She had walked down in practically nothing, barely enough to shield her milky skin from the hot morning, Southern sun. She had slowly peeled her clothes off, and then bare as the day she was born, walked and dove into da pond. She cut such a fine figure a woman, they both 'em duz, Missuz Belle and Miz Lacey, but Miz Lacey also looked as pure and whitez as new spun cotton, dat had never seen even a speck of rain. Sos yessum, I sure dun watched her, careful like, but watched all da same!

I wuz just a turning when Miz Lacey did the same. Water waist high, I was willing to risk a lynching to let me eyes gaze on da most gorgeous site I dun ever come across. Her eyes met mine and as I panned up and down, licking my thick lips at her soft milky pillows and perfect hard nipples, her eyes was looking upz and downz me...pausing quite noticably on the large throbbing bulge of my coiled cobra ready to spring from its cage and spew its venom. My heart pounding matched the throbbing of my aching big black cock and it was allz I couldz doez to not whip my vipor out and letz dat rascal run! But dat would have most surely meantz a beating or hanging, maybez both of dem.

All dats saved me wuz, " Mizz Lacy, there you is...Mizz Belle wants you to come home, now. She sent me to fetch you. " My head snapped toward the girl I had fucked so little timez ago, and I smiled as she grinned, likely gathering she had done broken a taboo and forbidden moment.

Miiz Lacey fought it, but ultimately gave in, " Very well then..." Lacy hissed, stomping her foot, knowing she really had no choice in the matter. She dressed rather reluctantly. While passing by Big Buck she dropped her delicate pink french panties, a gift to entice him with... Enticed didn't begin to describe it. He had looked around to make sure none wuz watchin, den he made sure Molly moved toward the water to help Miz Lacey, and den, only den, did he look.

She was like a goddess, making not the slightest attempt to shield his gaze, letting him drink her in and feel a want dat mightz getz him killed. The water cascaded off, her hair was golden, and her pussy, wid jus da tiniest wisp of gold, against the sweetest pale pink lips was startling. Allz he could think was the contrast of his ebony log against the pink, soft white and spun gold. When she dropped her panties, he looked before bending, as he had never felt a finer fabric, spun silk and fine lace. He dun knowz better to give dem backz, dae wuz clearly a gift and ...an invitation.

Lordy, he was on thin ice...a nigguh lookin for a whitez woman, a virgin whitez woman...was a nigguh looking to be lynched.but sumptins wuz worth dying for...."Uh Miz Lacy..." He could barely believe his audacity, and he dun prayed no onez heard him, "...wuzzn't der sumptin you needed from old buck...wuz it in da stables...or wuz you needing me to drive yuz somewhere...just tells Buck wherez and whenz...you need him....and I'z a ready...I promise I'z is!"

 

[angelique127]

I must confess it is not easy maintaining a proper household in these uncertain times. Their are rumors of war against northern yankee aggression and I pray that our young men will not be forced to go off to fight to defend our honor and southern heritiage. Some of the field slaves seem rather restless or even defiant and our overseer had to whip and discipline one of our more outspoken slaves for spreading dissent and difiance. My husband and the other surrounding land owners are somewhat concerned about a future slave rebellion in the future if a war breaks out between the north and the south. Our whole way of life and future could be at risk in the near future...but in the meantime I must deal with my husbands spoiled and entitled niece, who came to live with us after her parnts both passed away. For the most part Lacy was a doll and didn't cause very many problems but she could be very headstong and stubborn. Born into privilege' Lacy felt entitled to what all life had to offer...

" Please forgive me Auntie Belle, I forgot all about my little dress fitting this morning. " Lacy apologized, minding her manners.

" Of course dear...but please go upstairs and change out of those wet clothes and get ready for the seamtress. You're wedding is less than two weeks away ! "

Lacy nodded descending the stairs to her room to change into something more proper...


Later in the evening, at the dinner table, after the seamtress and her daughter had finished measuring Lacy for her expensive wedding dress and the bridal lingerie that she would wear on her honeymoon, we sat enjoying the evening meal, discussing the upcoming event. Truthfully I was looking so forward to it, an excuse to mingle and flirt, hearing all the latest gossip. This was a tradition, having a grand romantic wedding for two young lovers who were starting out in a new life together. After the war, if their was one, the younge couple would settle on a few acres down by the river bottom and start a little plantation of their own.

Life was good so far, at least for now !

Perhaps because of the oppressing summer heat or Charles loud snoring, I couldn't fall alseep. I tossed and turned until I decided to get out of bed, not wanting to wake my husband. Drawn to the open window for some strange reason I looked outside and noticed a lantern in the window of the slave cottage where the black stud was staying. It had to be very late, perhaps at least four in the morning or so, I could hear the crickets chirping and the bullfrogs bellowing in the darkness.

I slipped into my sheer gown to cover my nakedness and tiptoed downstairs. The house was quiet at this hour and everyone was asleep or so it seemed. Trying not to make any noise I opened the front door and quietly snuck outside onto the porch. Taking a deep breath, I paused, and hearing no one stirring I walked silently across the damp grass towards the cottage like a moth drawn to a flame. Once outside the cottage window, I peered inside.

What I saw took my breath away...our powerful black stud, his huge muscles all shiney with sweat, was giving every inch of his big beautiful black shaft to some little ol' poor black submissive female that was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide open ! I could hear the little black bitch whimpering and begging for Buck to give her his big horse cock !

I could only watch in fascination while he dominated the little black whore with his massive manhood ! The black male was a total brute, taking her for his pleasure as well as her own ! My middle finger couldn't help but slip down there and touch myself. I could not deny that I was all hot and bothered, from witnessing the animalistic performance before me...and I could not help wishing it was me being spreading my legs for him and committing such a sinful and forbidden act !

Forcing myself not to gaze any longer upon the fornicating couple I crept back to the house feeling somewhat guilty at invading their privacy...

" Are you okay Ma'am ? " a voice startled me and then I realized that it was our overseer.

" Why yes Mr. Roberts, thank you. I was just taking a little ol' late night dip down at the bathing pond to cool off, sir ! " I explained, making an excuse for my whereabouts at this late hour and hoping he had not seen me lurking about the slave quarters.

" Well then, have a nice night ma'am. "

" Why thank you sir. " I said rushing inside and going upstairs to our bedroom, slipping between the soft silk sheets next to my snoring husband. I had enough excitement for one night. Unable to fall back asleep, all I could do was think about that big muscled brute fornicating with that more than willing female slave. The poor thang seemed to love every last inch of the black stud's impressive manhood. If only Charles was half that size and had half as much stamina...I quickly dismissed such wicked and sinful thoughts from my mind. A good proper married lady should never even think about naughty forbidden things like that, I admonished myself. Still it was very difficult to fall back asleep after witnessing such an erotic and sensual act ...

 

[Homerun2611]

He was afraid he had overplayed his hand, and like being caught with an extra ace could get a poker hustler killed, so could this, except a more prolonged and torturous death. So caught up in the beauty of her porcelain, naked body, he had hoped to initiate to take their prior gazes to the next level. "Uh Miz Lacy...wuzzn't der sumptin you needed from old buck...wuz it in da stables...or wuz you needing me to drive yuz somewhere...just tells Buck wherez and whenz...you need him....and I'z a ready...I promise I'z is!" He thought she had hesitated a second, but Mizz Lacey and Molly just walked on, never responding to my inappropriate offer.

I's wentz back inside, just a wonderin when the overseer might cumz down and hitch me to the post fer a whippin at least, but it never came, and so I slept and rested for my night work. Now der other slaves was busy doing the dayz, working the fields, cooking the meals, washing and cleaning, it wuz only afters der work was done that it was decided which bitches I studded that night. And nowz, based on de Massuh's deal, bitches were wagoned in for me to stud and send home after a couple of days with a bun securely fixed in their oven.

We's wuz fed, just before sundown, and my 4 AM, I done fucked 4, two were old mares, wanting one more baby, but more likely wanting to ride the stallion as I wuz dubbed. I kindsa liked it, picturing a black stallion up on his hind legs, given that mare bitch all she could take. It was near 3:30 when Massuh Summerfield's slave, Audrey, came into me cottage. She was no ordinary slave, she done have some white blood in herz for sure...but the way she sauntered in, and stripped her clothes off...their was no thought of duty, this was pure pleasure.

Down she done dropped to her knees, I wuz naked, as there was no time to dress or act like this wuz anything other than whutz it wuz the seeding of quality bitches to reproduce. But she took my cock and began to lap her tongue up and down, and whooeee, she was good. Never had I had a sister do this, only white women, and only as a curiousity. "Wherez you learnz dat? You massuh make youz suck him nice and good?" She nodded, but smiled, lapping up and down my massive pole. "Should I teach these bitches, I taste them upz and downz this fine cock, how many you taken tonightz?"

I had lost count, "5...no 6...you'd be de last I thinkz but I couldz go more!" I pressed into her as both hands took my shaft and her mouth began to kiss and lick my sweaty, cum covered balls. "You boy, you'z a specimen...da make you perform yetz? Watch you takez de whtie women...all masked up...likez da made me take de men...der day be, drinkinng and smokin...men and ladies all dressed up, watching me service dem...four, five of der little cocks at a time...every hole and each hand...and none of them, all combined were half what dis monster is...boy you a man or a beast?" She laughed.

"Fuck dem...fuck da massuhs and da friends....itz you and mez know...let's does whatz wez does best...fuck me buck...not from behind likez da bitches...fuck me missionary...likez a white woman...but one datz knows how to fuck!" It was them the gorgeous and talented Audrey, Mizzuz Belle done see, do I had no knowledge...but she was fine...and Lordy she could fuck...take and squeeze a cock, not once twingin from my size, only, alwayz beggin fer morez and harder!

I woke up the next morning and went far downz stream and bathed. I had been called up by the massuh, and never was I more shocked than when he hadz me harness up the small carriage. Dis was an honor, but da ladies needed to go to da big city, sumptin for Mizz Lacey. Der had been ruffians on the roads, and da massuh or maybe it was the ladies trusted me to protect them, even game me a whipt to have, just in case. This was a high honor indeed, and when da ladies walked out day nearz took my breath away...I looked down, sos I didn't stare...."Thank you massuh, I will getz dem where day needz to go...they will have to kill old Buck if anyone tries to lay a hand on Mizzuz Belle or Mizz Lacey!" And I putz my hand out offering to assist them into the carriage....

 

[angelique127]

I could barely meet big Buck's eyes as he assisted us ladies into the coach after secretly witnessing his animalistic mating of the female slaves last night, not that they were in any way unwilling. Lacy, however smiled, delighted to have Buck accompany us into the city...

" Why thank you kind sir. " she said shyly, letting her hand linger with his just a few seconds to long while helping her into the plush covered coach. Fortunately no one noticed this little infraction but little ol' me...

Our escort shut the carriage door and even had the audacity to wink at us. Of course Lacy giggled and blushed bright pink. I do declare I found the brute to be rather bold and confident for a slave, even if he was a stud breeder and my husbands favorite. If my dear husband ever caught him undressing me with his eyes or saw the way he gazed at my creamy white cleavage he would have the brute tied to the whipping post and punished.

The trip to Savannah took about a little over an hour. Lacy and I made small talk, discussing the upcoming wedding and grand reception to be held at Cottonwood. Charles had spared no expense, since our cotton had sold at the largest profit margin in many years, giving us a huge windfall to add to our wealth.

From the open window I could see the fine mansions that lined the streets of Savannah. I so loved this city, I held it dear to my heart since I had been born here. Yes I was a true Georgia peach and a proud virtuous southern belle. Upon arriving in front of Ginger Lees World Imports, the largest importer of womens garments and lingerie in the whole state of Georgia, our servant stopped the coach. Grinning, he politely opened the door and assisted us down from the carriage. I frowned when I noticed Lacy batting her long eyelashes at him, forever being a flirt. Although flirting was imbredded in our coulture and quite natural for a southern belle this did not include flirting with black slaves...never ever !

" Well Mr. Buck you will have to wait here. They do not permit slaves inside the establishment. " I informed him, twirling my sun umbrella.

" Oh Auntie Belle can we not make an exception ? I mean who is going to carry the heavy ol' boxes ? " Lacy protested, stomping her foot in frustration.

I rolled my eyes, not liking confrontation. " Very well...perhaps they will make an exception and permit him to stand next to the door in case he is needed. "

Lacy kissed my cheek, looking delighted, if not excited.

Once inside I told Buck to stay by the door and I would call him if neccessary. The owner didn't seem very pleased to have a slave inside a ladies establishment but said nothing when she realized who I was, the wife of a very rich landowner. We had spent thousands of dollars in this place and I was a preferred and special customer.

Lacy had been fitted for her wedding gown yesterday but we were here to purchase bridal lingerie. She was like a little girl in a candy store...

" Oh my my auntie look at this ! Isn't it divine ! " Lacy gushed filled with excitement. Soon the owner Mrs. Ganns came over and assisted us in certain choices, telling us the expensive and overpriced silk nightgown was an import from France.

" Oh my Auntie Belle...is it not just gorgeous. I must try it on ! "

However if you asked my opinion it was rather sheer and revealing. Not that I was such a prude and wouldn't wear it for my loving husband, in private of course, but I wasn't about to discourage her enthusiasm. My niece rushed into the dressing room to try the bridal nightgown on and when she emerged Lacy did a little twirl around lifting it up, to show it off for everyone to see...

 

[Homerun2611]

I'z wuz right pleased to be given da honor. After Massuh done asked me, I'z saw the look of disapproval in Mr. Isaac who gave me dat look, 'Don't be doin nuthin foolish der boy!' I'z nodded, I''s knewz dis was special and I dun not better messin it up. I'z held out myz hand and I saw da hesitancy in Mizzuz Belle, she dun had that look, in some ways I wuz lower than da worms on da ground...but den, casional like, thee was dat look of hunger, her nipples poppin, and I knowz she was thinkin bout riding dat stallion between my legs. I helped her up, and den Mizz Lacey...now she'z much more consistent, der not a time we's dun looked at each other we not thinkin bout me'z bending her over or riding in her milky white saddle.

The morning sun was hot, but it was dose two laidies who already had me heart pumpiin and the staillion starten to buck in da paddock! I knowz Mizzuz Belle caught me looking at he bosom, I'z wuz just tryin to gauge her mood, if I was dirt today, or a stallion...her nipples done said, stallion! Da ladies had parasoles to help block the heat, but me'z I just had an old floppy hat, and so's I sweat clear thur myz shirt, so it clumg to my back and chest revealing the outline of every bulging muscle.

Itz wuz about a two hour ride to Savannah and da ladies chit chatted most of da way. Mizz Lacey asked me a couple of questions, but Mizzuz Belle seemed to shoo her away and back to their female talk. Finally we wuz der, I'z pulled the carriage up in front of the big white store wit da fanciest skimpies dings in da windows, I'd ever laid eyez on. But den, da Mizzuz inside she looked at me, lookin in, and I wuz scared she might getz me in trouble. I helped down the ladies and was told to wait, "Yessum Mizzuz Belle, I'z do as told!" But Mizz Lacey, she done sweet talked Mizzuz Belle and beforez I knows it, I was standing inside. And da looks, whooee, it was as if none of doze women done never seen a black man up close and personal like.

Suddenly der wuz women prancing around in some of da most scantily, cock hardening, pieces of clothing I couldz ever imagin...and it was mighty fine!!! But den, out popped Mizz Lacey, I knowz I shouldn't a been a looking, but look I dd, and oh my, it was almost as good as her walking out of da bathing pond. Den I saz Mizzuz Belle, and she be glaring at me, and I knowz I was in trouble, somptin fierce, but den, Mizz Lacey voice rang out, as sweet as a canary in the morning sunrise. "Mr. Buck....do you think my husband will like me in this?" I knew dis was a huge moment, and I could surely make a mistake...."Well Mizz Lacey...I's don't have a right to even look, I knos dat...but I can't imagine a man who wouldn't...but whatz does I know...I'm just a simple slave!" I swallowed and turned to walk out, itz wuz gettin mighty hot inz here...and I was a fearin I might just get burned!

 

[angelique127]

I could barely believe my little ol' ears when I heard Lacy be so forward and behave in such an unlady like manner in front of all the proper female customers and ask a mere black slave if he thought her future bridegroom, a young officer in the confederate army, defending our very dear freedom in the war of northern aggression, if he thought he might like seeing her dressed in such ravishing and sheer see thru attire on her honeymoon night.

If I was not a lady I would have slapped her face for such imprudence in public. I almost fainted and needed smelling salts ! To make matters worse even poor Buck seemed embarrassed and had the common sense to step outside. Horrified of her behavior I pinched her earlobe and dragged her behind the curtain...

" Have you lost your ever loving mind ? " I hissed, " behaving like that in public ! This could cause a scandal, not to mention having you disowned from the family and poor ol' Buck castrated. These ladies are the biggest gossips in all of Savannah ! "

" I am so sorry aunt Belle please forgive my imprudence. I promise it will never happen again. " Lacy sniffled looking shamed, " I just liked this pink nightie and wanted to show it off. "

I took a moment to consider. It was very hard to be angry with my husband's young innocent little ol' niece...although I was only a few years older than her Lacy looked upon me as a mother figure. My heart couldn't help but soften...

" Very well then, lets finish our shopping. I would like to purchase some french lingerie and delicates for myself " I told her.

We continued to oh and awe over the selection of intimates in every color under the rainbow. Fine silk stockings, corsetts, heeled ankle boots, sheer bloomers and assorted lingerie...my dear husband had provided us with an unlimited line of credit. We were like two young girls in a candy store...trying on this and that until we made all of our choices.

Finally we had our many purchases boxed up. I went to the door and saw Buck standing beside the coach waiting patiently. " Please Mr. Buck, sir, load our things into the coach, if you would. "

Buck smiled and nodded, rushing to obey for our ride back to Cottonwood. I had to confess there was something nice about having a male at your beck and call, doing what you so desired. After loading up all our boxes, Buck again opened the door and politely helped us into the coach. Sorry to say he got a nice view of our shapely calves encased in nylons as he did so.

" Thank you Mr Buck...please accept my apology for misbehaving so badly earlier. I just can not help myself sometimes ! " Lacy explained with a hint of shyness. Little did auntie Belle know that Lacy had dropped a pair of her delicates on the way back from the swimming hole, a gift for the big black stud to have and think about her when alone instead of those dirty desperate female slaves in heat, who hung around his cottage waiting to be serviced.

It was their secret...and Lacy was determined to exploit it tonight at the swimming hole...

 

[Homerun2611]

Lordy! Lordy, lordy, lordy! ."Well Mizz Lacey...I's don't have a right to even look, I knos dat...but I can't imagine a man who wouldn't...but whatz does I know...I'm just a simple slave!" A simple slave my ass! I was a stallion, a stud bred to fuck...and deez whites women...Mizz Lacey...and Mizzuz Belle, lordy, lordy, lordy dey temptz a man sumding awful. Whutz deys was dion to me....Lordy, lordy, lordy!

Yet I knew the lord had nothing to do with it, I had to get out of that shop as Mizz Lacey had set me a fire, a blazin, and my firestick was red hot and growing big and fierce. Just imagine if I had stayed in there, dem women waltzin around in that finery, and den me, my massive black cock, all hard and throbbing, whutz dey mightz of done....I was afeared I mightz just burst from my pants, and me still lathered up and all....or whutz if dey made me strip...I'z have to follow the command....and den...all doze ladies...in all that finery....oh Mizz Lacey had me thinkin wicked thoughts...wicked thoughts I should not...but oh...oh...oh...OH...I'z done do!

So, der's I wuz, hard and throbbing, standing outside the store...rememberin Mizz Lacey...imaginin Mizzuz Belle...oh I betz she looked so fine...did she dress like dat...did dey all dess like that? No wonder the massuhs seemed so happy! Old Buck wanted sum of dat...like back in New Orleanz....dos parties...where they had me...perform...lordy...lordy...lordy...lordy...I wuz ready to brings myz big black instrument on stage!

A voice rang out, " Please Mr. Buck, sir, load our things into the coach, if you would. " I dun wundered if when I'z turned, the ladies would notice just how big and powerfully throbbing I wuz, it would not be easy to miss...as Mizz Lacey, Mizzuz Belle and those frilly, scanty garments ahd me wantin sumptin powerful bad! "Yessum, I'z be happy to." The packages were finally wrapped in boxes and ribbons with a whiff of lilac perfume...it smelled almost as fine as de ladies and I set the delicates carefully in da back.

I'z cum around to help the ladies up, and az dey gotz in they give buck a look up der dresses, each of dem, Mizzuz Belle, having some fancy white fishnet hosery, and a pink and white garter, and then the creamiest, nicest bare thigh leading to...oh how I didz wantz to know! Mizz Lacey, she had on sheer white hose...a garter too...and I'z remembered da gift she left me earlier, and imagined more of the same, covring her flower and the blonde tuft of petals she done showed me in da pool.

"I'z hope you enjoyed your shopping...your men sure be lucky....I don'tz knows how they can ..." I didn't finish...for fear of how Mizzuz Belle might react...I'z gotz up in the carriage and begunz to pullz out....we had rodez just a bit, when..." Thank you Mr Buck...please accept my apology for misbehaving so badly earlier. I just can not help myself sometimes ! "

I smiled sumptin fierce, but did not dare look back. "Datz okayz Mizz Lacey...you can'tz knowz what da power of your beauty has over a man...especially a poor slave trying to be a good boy....Mizzuz Belle....did you find thingz too...poor Buck...I done never seen things like they had in that shoppe...and you ladies...well nothing could match anything as beautiful as youz....if you don't mind my saying...."

I rode down a bit farther in the rode until we weren't quite half back, there was a thick patch of willows that provided nice shade just off he side of the road, soft thick grasses underneath. "Mizzuz Belle...Mizz Lacey...see dem trees up der...wouldz youz like me to pull to the side...Molly packed your lunch...and there is a cool stream I could fetch youz some cool water....you could rest and eat...and if youz don't mind...I couldz uze a brief break from da sun and a cool drink myzelf?" He was hoping to strip his shirt and dip it in the water, anything to cool his sweaty, muscular body from the relentless Georgia sun!

 

[angelique127]

As we exited the shoppe Mr. Buck was patiently waiting by the wagon and when he turned around to fetch our boxes I couldn't help but notice the huge bulge inside his trousers. I quickly hid my eyes behind my fan, pretending not to notice the indecant but very intriging sight. After being assisted into the carriage and settled Buck drove us towards home back to Cottonwoods. Shortly after Lacy delivered a sincere apology for her improper behavior. Mr. Buck didn't seemed fazed at all and most likely enjoyed the sight of Lacy prancing around in front of him wearing sheer lingerie, what red blooded male wouldn't ? Especially a black male slave..

About halfway home Buck suggested that we stop under the shade of a tree next to a stream and have some lunch that Molly packed. I have to admit I was famished and it was quite uncomfortable inside the confines of our carriage. The heat was unbearable.

" Yes, that sounds nice, please pull over sir. " I instructed.

" Oh thank goodness, Auntie Belle, a picnic sounds so delightful ! " Lacy responded with excitement.

Mr. Buck helped us from the carriage again, with a knowing smile and his rather bold eyes enjoying the view of our long shapely legs as we did so. As I took his hand, I swear I felt a sudden spark pass between us on contact...and then my heeled ankle boot somehow managed to twist on the step down and I stumbled ! Thankfully Buck was quick to react and he caught me in his big powerful arms before any further damage could be inflicted.

The big black brute held me easily in his arms for a moment like I was a mere rag doll...

" Why thank you sir...you may set me down now if you wish. " I said rather flustered. For some reason my little ol' heart was going piter pater and beating much too fast...

Buck seemed reluctant but gently set me down on my own to feet. My delicate ankle felt very sore and I hoped it was not sprained or injured too badly. Taking Mr. Bucks strong arm I limped painfully to where Lacy had spread the blanket out on the ground underneath the shade of a giant oak tree.

" Is it serious Auntie Belle ? Do you think it could be broken ? " Lacy asked in concerned once I sat down on the blanket.

" No...thank you but I don't think it's all that bad. Don't you' all worry about me I will be just fine. " I assured my niece, who could be dramatic at times and get upset over almost nothing.

" Still I think we should make sure. Please Mr. Buck remove her bootie and let us see her ankle. " Lacy told him, taking control of the situation now.

Buck looked hesitant at first but knelt down and removed my expensive heeled boot. Thank God my toenails were polished and painted pink or I would have been so embarrassed since my fishnets did little to hide them. Once satisfied it wasn't badly swollen or broken Lacy seemed to relax a little. I myself knew that it wasn't an issue but I secretly was enjoying all the attention I was getting...our black slave seemed content enough to be holding my little ol' foot in his hands and gently massaging it...

{ ...it felt so good that for a brief moment my mind wondered off to a deep and darker place ! Buck was my obediant devoted houseboy, we where alone in my room in private of course and I made him kneel at my feet and start to worship my feet, making me feel like an entitled queen...I gave him permission to move slowly upwards kissing and licking my white creamy thighs, spreading them with his strong hands until his mouth found my delicate wet pink petals....getting me more than ready for his enormous big black cock ! }

Suddenly my mind snapped back to reality !

" Mr Buck, won't you please go and fetch us some cool water for our lunch ? " I insisted...

 

[Homerun2611]

It was mighty hot, my black skin baking under the hot, hot mid day Georgia sun. I'z figured the ladies must be awful hot too, even wid da shade of da carriage. So, I'z was mighty preciative when Mizzuz Bell said in her sugar meltin way, " Yes, that sounds nice, please pull over sir. " Mizz Lacey, was even more excited, " Oh thank goodness, Auntie Belle, a picnic sounds so delightful ! " As I pulled the carriage to the side coming to rest in the shade of a single mighty oak, but only a stones throw from a large willow that would be perfect for the ladies, I hoped the women might feel a need to get a bit more comfortable to...briefly loosening a few buttons or raising up their petticoats to let the shady air blow across their warm, milky white skin.

I hopped down and held my hand tot assist the ladies. Mizz Lacy first and she waited until I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her, and turned as I let her down slowly, sliding mere inches away from my body, her young breasts pert and almost grazing my mouth and chest as she passed. There was a smile on her face and a devilish twinkle in her eye as she thrust back her shoulders just enuffs for me to feel her hardened nipples scrape lightly over my flexed pectoral muscles, and her thigh flex out just enough such dat it touched the length of my hardening cock.

I could feel dat bad boy getzin hard, granite like hard, as I turned for Mizzuz Belle, but she was more independent and initially needed less help until her fancy boot gotz caught and she stumbled right into my strong arms. Oh shez wuz lightz and delicate, like a sweet flower thrown through the air only to bez caughtz by my big strong black handz and armz. I must say...she felt good and rightz pressed against me, as her back and armz felt every muscle in my massive chest.

She was breathing heavy, likezly ascared by da fall. " Why thank you sir...you may set me down now if you wish. " I'z lookz upz and seez her eyez, lookzin back at me....I knowz whatz I should duz, but surely not whatz I wished to do! "Course Mizzuz Belle" And with my strength I wuz ablez to sets her down likez a butterfly with sore feet, but as doez I felt her firm bottom in my hand and the arch of her back just like one of my mares, when I does take dem in the christian way, rather than mounting dem like bitches.

I helped her over to da blanket..."Youz sure yaz don't want me to carriez ya'all?" She declined but it felt good how shez duz hold on to me...she was da most feminine female I duz every seen! Mizz Lacey took right good attention too, treating Mizzuz Belle likez da fine lady she wuz.

" Still I think we should make sure. Please Mr. Buck remove her bootie and let us see her ankle. " I looked at dem both, and I couldn't deny the grin at undressing such a finez woman. I'z went down on my knee and unlaced the fancy shoe...I slid up Mizzuz dress, first a bit...massaging her foot and calf..."Dis will help...it get the blood flowing the more you'z letz me massage..." I even moved up her leg a bit and I saw Mizz Lacey squirming a bitz as she watched on.

I'z was enjoying it mightily...Mizzus Belle she had some fine legs and she's wuz even nice enough not to say anyting as I rubbed farther up...I'z wuz hoping she hadn't dun noticed that my Buck was now fully hard and twitching a bit at the touching of such a fine lady! I'z coudln'tz helped speculate what it might be like, if I massaged over her knee and we kept letting that dress edge up and up...if she be wearing any doze frilly unmentionables herself...and how pretty dey wouldz look on her! No wunderz I wuz so hard...but course Mizzuz Belle had da good sense to snap me from such forbidden thoughtz!

" Mr Buck, won't you please go and fetch us some cool water for our lunch ? " I swallowed, "Yess, yessum, I surez go and does dat...I will fill the canteens...but, once I'z done...could I goez over behind da hill der and dipz myzeel in da water...coolz my big body off...tiz powerful hot out here...you ladies can get more comfortable to if you's likez....itz only uz here...and well...tiz powerful hot!"

I saw da ladies lookz at one another as I spoke...and could see dem talking as I done fetched da water...dey was stillz talking as I got back only to be quietz and lookin at me'z. "Here..." I gave da cool water in the replenished canteers. "Wouldz you mind...while you atez if I donez goez hopz in da water...just to cool? Den...I'z be happy to massage your foot some more...youz too mizz lacey if your feet are sorez tooo...those bootz you all does wear sure are pretty...but dey can' be comforatable...is dey?"

 

[angelique127]

At least it was cooler in the shade and the slight breeze was somewhat refreashing. We watched Buck as he strode down to the the water, his powerful muscles shining in the sun. If anyone knew what I was just thinking about and my wicked thoughts exposed, why it would cause a scandel...here I was, a married, faithful and loving wife having such forbidden fantasies about a black manservant proving his loyalty and devotion to me in unspeakable ways ! And to make matters worse, Bucks trousers did little to hide his large appendage and make my little ol' imagination run astray...

I took a deep breath and turned my attention to my neice who appeared to be uncomfortable...

" Why I swear Aunt Bell, it had to be a man who invented this damned corset. No female in her right mind would ever consider wearing such a thang in the first place ! I don't care if it's fashionable and makes my waist look slender, it is downright unbearable ! " Lacy complained.

" Perhaps it is laced too tight ? Would you like me to loosen it a little ? "

" Yes...but I would rather have it removed completely please ! "

I glanced down at the stream and Buck was still filling the canteens for us to quench our thirst..." I am not certain if that would be all that proper sugar ! "

" Why auntie Belle there is no one around for miles, besides you shouldn't be so old fashioned. " Lacy responded.

I couldn't help but be somewhat resentful when my young neice referred to me as old fashioned and such, why I was only a few years older than her. I had certain responsibilities that came along with being married and running a functional household. I was not the unattached southern belle free to flirt with all my male admirers or suitors anymore, like she was. At least for two more weeks...

" Why I beg to differ Lacy, what about Mr. Buck ? "

" What about him ? He's just a slave...and besides he's harmless and will do as he is told. " Lacy insisted. " Please Auntie Bell, let me take it off before I melt in this horrid heat or faint ! "

Not wishing to argue with her any longer, Lacy seemed always capable of getting her way one way or the other I relented and loosened her strays. Lacy sighed with relief.

After a few minutes Buck returned with our water and politely gave us a refreshing drink. He asked us if we wouldn't mind allowing him go for a swim while we ate our lunch and offered to massage both of our feet when he returned. Lacy giggled like a schoolgirl at the prospect...

" Why how delightful Mr. Buck ! Since my aunt got one and I was neglected, that would only be fair ! " Lacy said excitedly, taking off her bonnet and shaking her long blonde hair free...

Buck smiled his rather knowing smile and bowed before striding back down to the stream.

" Oh Auntie isn't he absolutely magnificent ? " Lacy swooned, watching him go.

I didn't dare repond, although I didn't disagree with my neice. There was something about this black slave that made him stand out from other males, both black and white. I couldn't really begin to describe it...perhaps a very strong and natural animal like attraction...but I was supposed to be setting good example for Lacy and her future as a fine, proper married lady.

Buck ducked behind a tree, where we couldn't see him shed his clothes but soon dove into the clear water. He stood up in midstream, his broad back turned towards us, the water only about thigh high, and he seemed to pose, giving us ladies an excellant view of his muscled and scuplted buttocks...

 

[Homerun2611]

I'z had offered to massage Mizzuz Belle or Mizz Lacey as those shoes had to be mighty painful! Mizz Belle was right enthusiastic..." Why how delightful Mr. Buck ! Since my aunt got one and I was neglected, that would only be fair ! " I'z dun smiled, butz itz wuz den I done noticed how Mizz Bell had removed her corset and how her full young breasts jiggled below her dress which was also unbuttoned a bit, actually a good bit showing a bitz more of he full milky cleavage. I dun swallowed and felt a bit more sweat on my brow and throb in my big black cock.

"I'z be happy too...I'z promise...der is plenty of old buck here to help bot you ladies...anything youz needz Mr. Buck can handlez!" I was smiling, letsin Mizzuz Bellle knowz if she needed more attention I couldz helpz her too! "I will help as soon as I get back and you done enjoyed your lunch." I got up, but there was no way to hide just how hard I was now...All dat talk about touchin and massaging doze gorgeous white women...so young and ripe...my mouth was waterin something fierce and my big hard cock felt every beat of my rapid heart.

I found a bit of spot near da creek, and disrobed behind the tree, tilz I wuz bare ass naked. I thotz I wuz keeping the trees betweenz me'z and da ladies, but I wuz wrong. The cold water felt mighty good...as I stepped in, I wuz wonderin, almost hoping that one or both of you mightz sneak a peak...I'z wuz a proud peacock, and with my feather hard and powerful, I didn'tz mindz at all one or both of dem ladies admiring me.

I don'tz knowz howz I knew, butz I'z did dat dey couldz seez me...and so I flexed and letz dem see myz strong back and sculpted buttocks and legz...den...once dey hopefully hadz a good lookz...I turned a quarter, as if looking down stream so dez could see myz big snake, big, harda and pointing up, as ifz worshipping da sun by itzelf! I'z stoodz der just enjoying it...before reaching down and splashing da water over myz boilin black skin...and den my cock...before enjoying just a couple of strokes..whilez thinking about dem fishnets of Mizzuz Belle...and that robe in da shoppe of Mizz Lacey. It woulda taken no effort at all to have cum...lordy I wanted release...but wellz, you never done knowz...and if onez of da ladies needed mez to perform...well den, Old Mr. Buck best be ready!

As I turned to get out of da water, I wuz sure to take a moment, sos if dey wantz the ladies could enjoy me straight on...den as I turned my head...I saw at least Mizz Lacy turnz away...but notz before our smiles met and she done made surez I'z seen her takez me in...head to toe...focused on Big Buck! Mizzuz Lacey, she ...well I wuzn't sure if she done seez me or notz. Dressed in my pants only the sun drying my upper body..I came back.

I kneeled down in front of Mizz Lacey, and bugunz unstrapping her fancy shoe, "Now, if youz legs and feet are tired...I willz start with yourz feet, but just pull u yourz dress as far up as it wouldz feelz good for Buck to rubz you...and youz too Mizzuz Belle...would you like Buck to do more? And I hope you'z don'tz mind if I keep my shirt off as I dry...den I will put itz on...but canz do it nowz if you prefer?

I already had her shoe off and raised her foot, one hand rubbing her toes the other massaging the bottom...but as I rose it...and as she raised da dress so I mightz rubz higher...pretty soon, from my angle I couldz seez all da way up to wear her garters attached to her sheer silk stockings...and once again...Big Buck was responding...responding sumpting fierce!

 

[angelique127]

"...and I hope you'z dontz mind if I keep my shirt off as I dry...then I will it's on...but I canz do it now if you prefer. " Buck offered.

" Why no...I don't think we mind at all, do we Lacy ?... after all it is very wet. " I answered, seeing no reason to suggest that he put it back on for modesty's sake. What lady, black or white, wouldn't mind seeing a man without a shirt if he had such a powerful and broad chest to show off ?

Mr. Buck smiled and gave his undivided attention towards Lacy and one of her stockinged feet. I swear her smile was pure content and satisfaction as he rubbed her toes and heel. Truthfully I was feeling neglected, if not a little jealous at all the attention my neice was getting. I was about to protest when Lacy lifted her little ol' skirts and petticoats, exposing her stocking tops for all the world to see...but for some reason I held my tongue, unable to believe my eyes ! However this was beyond flirting, if her Uncle Charles had witnessed such behavior he would take a strap to her derriere and punish her until she couldn't sit down for a week...

" Well I never...please lower your gown this instant young lady ! " I scolded.

" Why should I ? I don't think Mr. Buck seems to mind too much ! " Lacy pouted like a spoiled and defiant child.

" How dare you speak to me like that. Do not challenge my authority young lady ! " I warned her.

Lacy lowered her gown and leg at the same time but not before brazingly rubbing her foot up and down on Bucks enormous manhood a couple of times...

I had had enough of my neices improper behavior. " We are leaving immediately. Mr. Buck please gather our things and prepare to drive us home. "

" Yessum ma'am. " Buck jumped up to obey.

Not waiting for any assistance I climbed into the coach by myself. Lacy lingered behind and I heard her whispering something to our slave which I couldn't really hear but sounded like telling Buck to meet her at the swimming hole tonight once it got dark. Needless to say I was furious...

On the ride back home to Cottonwood we rode in silence until Lacy broke it by inquiring sweetly..." Why Aunt Isabelle, I'm really so sorry, please don't tell Uncle Charles about this. I promise to behave in the future ! "

" Very well...you are my favorite niece, if not my only one. But your very virtue is at stake. You must learn to control your impulses. " I advised her, breaking the strained silence between us. Honestly I could understand how she was attracted to our black stud slave.

It was after dinner, Charles and our overseer were in the den smoking cigars and having brandy and then I went up to my room. Molly brushed my hair and helped me prepare for bed. Lacy had been unusually silent throughout our meal and excused herself early to retire to her room. I had a nagging feeling something was amiss...dismissing Molly for the night I blew out the candles and sat by the window, enjoying the cool night air. From my window I had a perfect view of Bucks private cottage with a lantern burning inside. Behind his cottage was the swimming hole, although it was obscured in the darkness. Within moments a shadow crossed the yard in the direction of the cottage. I was pretty sure it was niece., going for a moonlight swim.

I slipped my sheer wrapper over my silk nightgown and followed...