Tom watched the latest batch of slaves being brought out of the holding pen that was hidden behind the stage and sighed. They were all females except for a scrawny, one armed creature at the end of the line. When word had got out that the latest shipment had arrived from Africa it had come with the promise that there were a number of impressive male specimens. And yet after one hour and over 100 slaves being presented to the auction there had been few men and in reality none of them could be described as impressive.
Turning away from the crowd, Tom headed towards the exit his face downcast as he worried about the impact of not making the purchase that he was desperate for. Taking one last look at the stage as the youngest female was finally sold for an astronomical $3,000, Tom wondered what excuse he would be able to provide when he returned home.
“Where are you going?” the deep and gravelly voice took Tom by surprise and at first he ignored it. “I say, mister, where are you going? Do you not see anything that you like?”
Paying full attention to the speaker, Tom realised that he recognised the captain of the ship. A weather beaten and gruff man who had spoken at the start of the auction and make a big fuss about the quality of the creatures that he had transported across the Atlantic. “No Captain, I found nothing that was of interest to me, I had been promised that there were some impressive males available for sale today but all I see are some rape toys for old men and a range of cattle that will soon die in the fields.”
Lifting a pipe to his lips, the Captain sucked on it deeply but given the lack of smoke Tom doubted that there was any tobacco in it. “Well…” he said before taken a second toke, “maybe I have kept some of the animals back for a private sale?”
“Maybe,” replied Tom “but then again, if you had done that you would risk being prosecuted for mishandling the goods that you carry.”
The Captain laughed at the comment, “you’d have a point but I get he feeling that you are looking for breeders, fertile animals that you can use to create and sell your own property.” Tom remained silent at the comment and let the Captain’s mind run away with him for a moment. “Ahh, so you are, well in that case you want to head for my ship. I’ll be back there at 4pm and you should be too.” Checking his pocket watch, Tom saw that he had a couple of hours to kill and with a nod of agreement he headed for the door and the nearest hostelry.
In the distance Tom could hear the town clock striking 4pm as he placed a foot onto the bottom of the gangplank to the Captain’s ship. Staring up at the boat the deck appeared to be empty, “anybody aboard?” he called out and a few moments later one of the crew appeared at the top of the ramp. “I’m hear at the Captain’s request?” Tom offered and the crewmate beckoned him aboard without a word.
As he reached the deck the crewmate smiled and indicated with his hands for Tom to follow him. Confirming with a nod of his head, Tom watched the crewmate head off towards the aft of the ship before scurrying down a small ladder into the hold. Moments later the two of them were stood in a large room which was lit with three lanterns that hung from the frame of the ship.
“Ahh, there you are,” said the Captain as he watched Tom step past the crewmate, “are you ready to see the goods?”
Tom nodded in confirmation and watched as the Captain looked at the other crewmate. “Pappy, bring the goods in.” Immediately the crewmate scurried away and and Tom waited in silence to see what he would be presented with. Just a few minutes later Pappy returned with three black male slaves.
The three males were guided to stand in a line, each of them tethered by shackles around their wrists and ankles. “Do you have any particular needs?” the Captain asked with a wicked grin as Tom looked at each of his potential purposes in turn.
“I need to see them naked,” said Tom, his voice rising slightly in pitch as he spoke.
“Hey, I hope you are not one of them.”
Looking shocked, Tom met eyes with the Captain, “no, I am not one of them but even if I was it would be none of your business, now do you want my business or not?”
Surprised at his customer’s aggression the Captain raised his arms in supplication and with a wave of an arm instructed Pappy to get on with making the three men naked. Tom gave a nod of appreciation at the Captain’s submission and turned his attention to the three slaves as he watched Pappy remove their loincloths.
Now naked, all three stood in front of Tom and he gave a smile of appreciation as he inspected each one in turn. The first slave was tall and skinny with long curly hair that rose above him while his cock, like his body was long and yet appeared to be very slim. Nodding in appreciation, Tom turned his attention towards the second slave who was the shortest of the three and yet incredibly stocky and muscular. His hair was cut short and his muscles rippled naturally as he swayed slightly to keep his balance as the boat rocked gentle in its mooring. Looking at his cock, Tom realised that he looked to be the most impressively hung with a long, black snake that matched the first guy in length, but which also appeared to have a real, muscular thickness. Finally, Tom looked at the third slave, a bald male who seemed to have the best of both worlds when it came to his features; not as tall as the first but a lot taller than the second, he was also more muscular than the first though not as built as the second. Meanwhile his cock, while slightly shorter in appearance than the other two appeared to have a good pussy filling thickness that the first slave could not compete with.
Stepping towards them, Tom inspected each of the males closer; their skin, their heads, their teeth and when he was finished he had made up his mind. “I want those two,” he said pointing at the second and third slave, “and I want you to do me a good deal for buying both of them.”
The Captain stroked his beard gently before giving a wicked smile, “sure… you can have them both for six thousand dollars.”
“Six thousand?” Tom asked, his face appearing shocked at the high price, “I’ll give you three and a half?”
Visibly baulking at the low offer the Captain growled gently, “Five and a half thousand,” he offered.
“Four.”
“Hmm, five thousand, two hundred and fifty.”
“Four, seventy five and that’s my final offer.”
“Deal,” replied the Captain before spitting in his hand and offering it out for Tom to shake.
An hour later Tom’s two horses strained as they pulled at the stationary wagon they were hitched to and a moment later it lurched forward. Sat on the bench, Tom guided the horses on their journey home to the outskirts of the town while in the back, tired to the wooden planks sat his two, newly purchased slaves. The two men who Tom had purchased stared at each other as separately they both practiced the new names that they had been given.
Tom lived five miles outside the town and at the time of year it took him nearly two hours to get there so that by the time he arrived the sun was starting to set. Pulling his horses to a half at the side of the property a young boy ran out from the stables and took hold of the reins. “Do you want me to put the horses away Master?”
“Yes Jericho, put the horses away and cover the wagon for the night.”
The boy smiled at the mention of his name and started to unhitch the horses while Tom released the two new slaves from the restraints that had kept them in the wagon. Guiding the two slaves round to the rear of the house they found themselves being led to a large trough of water which Tom shackled them to again.
“Strip and wash yourselves in the water,” he instructed and the two slaves looked at him, confusing on their faces. Tom sighed as he realised that their English was not good enough yet, “I want you to strip,” he said as he grabbed hold of the shorter man’s loin cloth and pulled it off. “Then I want you to wash, and he splashed water onto the now naked slave.” The coldness of the water made the man recoil with shock and Tom repeated the instruction with a hint of anger in his voice, “strip and wash.”
As he watched the shorter man stepped towards the trough and started to wash his body in the water as the taller of the two pulled his loincloth off and joined in. “Good, now keep doing that and I will be back.” The two men, not understanding what Tom had said, ignored him and continued to wash themselves in the water.
Heading back round to the front of the house, Tom opened the door and stepped inside. The hallway was well furnished with a carpet that stretched down the middle of the hallway and covering the floorboards. “Darling, I’m home,” he called out and as he kicked his boots off he waited for his wife to appear.
The sound of footsteps on the staircase in front of him made Tom look up and he watched as his wife, Emma, descended from the upper parts of the house. She was, as he had anticipated, completely naked with her large, pendulous breasts and completely smooth pussy on display for him. Glancing up the stairs to the bedroom he knew she had just come from Tom could see another naked woman standing in the doorway. Christine as Tom’s wife had named her was a slim, black woman who was responsible for helping his wife with her beauty treatments and was also openly, at least inside the house, his wife’s lover. “You two have been making out again?”
“Of course darling, Christine’s tongue is amazing and besides I was getting worried that you would not get home tonight.”
“Oh I got home and I brought you the gifts you asked for.”
“Did you?” there was a squeal of delight from his wife. “Did you hear that Christine?” shouted his wife up the stairs, “I have my new gifts.”
“Yes Miss,” came the reply, “I hope you enjoy them.”
Kissing Tom on the lips as Christine spoke, Emma pulled back long enough to whisper into her husband’s ear. “I am sure I will enjoy them very much, thank you darling.”
Taking Emma by the hand, Tom lead his wife towards the rear of the house from where she could see the trough where the two men were tethered. As she looked out the window at the two naked slaves, one hand reached for her throat in shock while the other touched between her legs. Slowly, Emma started to play with herself as she watched them. “I have named the shorter one Paul and the taller one Peter, their English is not great at the moment but I am sure they will learn.”
“They are very impressive,” whispered Emma, “and I can’t wait to have both of them but do you really think that we can use them to make money as we discussed?”
“I am certain that we will, there are plenty of men who fantasise about watching what we have planned.”
“Good,” Emma replied before turning to kiss her husband again. This time the kiss was deeper and more lingering as their tongues touched. Unable to resist the temptation Tom’s hand slid up his wife’s body until he cupped her right breast. Gently he squeezed the nipple and rolled it between thumb and forefinger. In doing so he knew what was going to happen, his wife was going to want one of those two men right now. Then again, Tom thought to himself, even if he hadn’t touched her nipple she would still want one of them this evening.
Tom decided to take the initiative and broke away from his wife’s embrace. “Shall we bring them inside so that they can meet you?”
Glancing out the window, Emma studied them both just as Peter washed water between his legs and slowly stroked his cock which hardened slightly at the touch. She bit her bottom lip gently at the thought of what was going to happen. “Bring them both in so that I can meet them both but only Peter is to stay this evening.”
“As you wish,” grinned Tom and he gave a graceful, almost mocking bow to his wife.
While Emma waited for her husband to return she walked through into the hallway again and called up the stairs to Christine. Her lover came down dressed only in a thin, white dress that did little to actually hide her body underneath. “I want you to be here to help reassure my gift, Tom has been very generous and brought two of them.”
“Yes Miss.”
The sound of the door opening caught the attention of both women and they watched as Tom re-entered the house, this time with Peter and Paul following him.
“Wow, they are gorgeous,” whispered Christine and Emma smiled.
“I know, I will let you have some in time.”
“Thank you Miss.”
Guided by Tom, the two, still naked males, took up their position side by side in the middle of the hallway. Amazed by the luxury and furniture that was new to them they both looked around the room in wonder, their eyes wide in shock. As their eyes settled on the naked Emma and the scarcely covered Christine that shock turned to bewilderment and they both muttered under their breath.
Holding herself upright Emma smiled at the two men. “Welcome to my house and that of my husband,” she said while waving a hand towards Tom. “You have been picked because you are, in the view of my husband, suitable to serve my needs.”
The two men looked at each other with confusion on their faces and then Peter spoke, “I am sorry, we do not understand.”
Turning her head so that she could look at Christine, Emma gave a nod and she started working her way through a range of African languages until she found one that the two men could speak. “I am able to converse with them Miss, would you like me to translate?”
“Thank you Christine, please translate what I have said already.”
Taking a moment, Emma’s lover quickly explained the situation and when she had finished she indicated to Emma that she was ready to continue the conversation.
“My needs are simple and straight forward, you are both invited to become my lovers and shall live in the house and have regular access to my body and that of Christine. In public you will act as true slaves but here, in the house you will be able to live as free men. There is one condition though, at times, there will be secret events in which many men will pay money to watch what and enjoy what they regard as the ultimate sin. Black slaves having seemingly unprotected sex with a white woman, and I expect you to take part with me.”
The two men spoke to each other rapidly in a language that neither Emma or Tom understood. When they had finished talking they both looked back at the man who had bought them and his wife. “Paul agrees but Peter is not so sure, they want to know about your husband and how he is comfortable with this?” translated Christine.
“My husband has a varied taste and besides, he married me partly to avoid a great shame.”
“What was that shame?” asked Peter through Christine’s translation.
“When I was eighteen, it was discovered by my family that I was in a sexual relationship with one of their house slaves. He was killed and in the view of my family I was spoiled goods after all I was no longer a virgin who could be married off. They could not kill me but they needed to make me disappear. My husband, who was a travelling salesman, offered to take me off their hands and move me away in return for a large amount of money. That money paid for this house and has left us very comfortable but he also knew, from secret visits to my bedroom before he agreed the deal that I wanted to carry on with the lifestyle I had started. Now, I am twenty and we have been married and living here for nine months and I have been gifted by my husband not just one lover but two.” Her story finished, Emma smiled at the two new members of the household.
Again the two men spoke to each other and then to Christine who translated for the two of them. “Peter is still not sure, he cannot see how this would work for you, he is worried that there is some sort of trap and like in your story he will be killed.”
Emma nodded, “well that is fine, it was Peter who I planned on trying out first anyway.”
Stepping towards the two men, Emma walked towards Peter and slipped her arms around his waist. He was a lot taller than her and she lifted her head so that she could look into his eyes. Below, near to her vagina, Emma could feel Peter’s semi flacid cock pushing into her body. “I want you to take me to bed,” she whispered, “I want you to fuck me in any way you desire.”
Peter clearly understood enough of what she had said this time and he broke off from Emma’s gaze to look over at Tom and Christine. “She is only going to ask once and you can’t tell me that you are not interested. So if I was you I would get her into that bedroom before she changes her mind.”
“You really don’t have a problem with my doing your wife?” translated Christine on behalf of Peter.
“I’ll have a problem if you don’t please her properly.”
Taking a moment to consider the situation Peter realised that he had found himself in an amazing position and looking down at Emma he smiled gently. “Let’s fuck Miss,” he managed to say in broken English before the two of them embraced in a passionate kiss.
Emma parted her lips and let out a gentle gasp in reaction to Peter’s suggestion. “I was worried you would never agree,” she commented, “I am already so wet for you. I have not taken a single black cock since my family discovered about my last lover.”
Taking Peter by the hand, Emma was about to lead him upstairs when he suddenly bent over and in his muscular arms he picked his new white lover up. Cradled in his arms, Emma’s face contorted as she bit her bottom lip and looked into Peter’s eyes, “I so need you right now,” she whispered into Peter’s ear.
He grunted, clearly not understanding what was said but appreciating the sentiment. Turning towards the stairs he allowed Emma to guide him with her free arm. Peter climbed the stairs and by the time he had reached the top Emma could feel the tip of his now erect cock bobbing against the small of her back.
Pointing Peter towards the correct bedroom a moment later he pushed open the door with his foot before carrying Emma inside. The room was opulence of a level Peter had never seen before. A solid wood floor was covered by a thick rug while a large bed with heavy sheets occupied the centre of the room. “This is the special bedroom for when I am with my lovers, Tom sleeps in a simpler room and I share a bed with him there when necessary, though we never fuck.”
A grunt emanated from Peter as he placed Emma gently onto the bed, she pulled herself fully onto it and slowly parted her legs. As his clearest view of Emma’s pussy yet appeared before him, Peter couldn’t help but grab his cock and pull at it slightly. The thick head extended way beyond Peter’s hand and Emma realised that it was possibly the biggest cock she had ever seen.
“Why don’t you climb on the bed with me?” Emma offered with a seductive voice, as she lifted hand with a curled finger that beckoned towards Peter. Not understanding what was being said he ignored the comment, but the raised finger needed no explanation and Peter climbed onto the bed and held himself over the body of Emma. She lifted her head and they kissed again, this time their tongues touching as she hungrily expressed her desire to be fucked by her new lover.
Lifting his knees along the bed, Peter wedged them behind Emma’s thighs so that her legs were held wide open. Then, using one hand he pushed his cock down until it was pointing directly at Emma’s already wet hole which pulsed gently in anticipation. Gently Peter edged himself forward until the head of his cock was touching against the outer most part of Emma’s labia.
A gasp of anticipation passed through Emma’s lips as she looked Peter in the eyes, “take me,” she whispered. Peter didn’t need to understand this time as he allowed himself to slide into Emma. The thick blackness of his cock penetrating and stretching the pink hole of his lover. Slowly moving his hips up and down Peter pushed his cock deep into Emma as the two of them stared into each other’s eyes.
As Peter did so he tried to think of the last time he had fucked someone and realised that many months had passed since he had experienced such fun and joy. In that moment, despite the joy of fucking his lover, a tear formed on his cheek and fell down splashing salty water onto Emma’s right nipple. Raising her hands, Emma cupped Peter’s face in her palms and pulled him down. His larger frame enveloped her as his chest squashed against her heavy breasts. They kissed again as Emma adjusted her legs and wrapped them around Peter’s waist.
“When we have finished I will get Christine to help explain what makes you sad but at the moment please, enjoy the pleasure that I offer.”
It appeared that Peter had understood the essence of what Emma had said as he pulled back his hips until the head of his cock almost fell from her. Then with one big thrust he pushed himself deep into Emma’s pussy, making her groan with pleasure in the process.
Having not even wanked for months or maybe even weeks Peter found himself reaching his orgasm quicker than he had hoped. His body, desperate to empty it’s heavy and full balls now that he was, for the first time in a long time, deep inside a woman. He grunted as he felt his cock tighten and knew that it would not be long before his seed spilled forth into Emma. There had been no discussion about the risks before he had started to fuck his new lover and worried about the reaction he tried to pull out.
The tightening of Peter’s cock had not gone unnoticed by Emma though and as he tried to withdraw she gripped onto him and pulled him deeper. “It’s OK, you can fill me,” she whispered, “I can’t wait to accept your cum.”
For a moment there was a struggle between the two of them as Peter tried to avoid injecting his cum deep into the wife of his new master. He could not escape though and as the struggle forced his cock back and fore inside Emma with speed he felt a strong twitch as his testicles released their pent-up energy. Peter grunted repeatedly as his hips bucked before locking himself into place as the semen was forced up the inside of his cock before erupting deep into Emma’s belly.
The sensation of having such a massive cock filling her was perfect for Emma and she lay there and marvelled in the sensation. Finally drained, any effort Peter was putting into supporting his bodyweight escaped him and he slumped onto Emma who gently kissed his neck as they lay there.
Minutes passed with neither of them moving until an exhausted Peter finally found the energy to roll over onto his back and lay next to Emma. Sitting upright in the bed, Emma looked down to her still parted legs to see a large dollop of Peter’s cum dripping from her. “Christine!” she called, “Christine, come to me!”
Almost immediately there was a knock at the door and it then slowly creaked open to reveal Christine. “Yes Miss?” she asked before breaking into a smile as she saw the naked Peter lying next to Emma. From his mouth a gentle snoring sound emanated showing that the journey he had undergone and the experience of being able to bed Emma had left him exhausted.
“Bring me Paul and this time I want you to stay here and watch in case I need to be understood.”
“Yes Miss,” replied Christine before ducking out of the room only to return within a couple of minutes with the other naked, black, man in tow.
On seeing Emma, Paul was instantly grinning with the thought that he was going to have fun with the mistress of the house. He entered the room with a swagger, far more confident and outgoing than the larger and more hung Peter. “Christine, I want you to translate for me.”
“Yes Miss.”
Emma rose from the bed and stepped towards Christine, leaving Paul to watch the two of them in silence. His eyes revealing the curiosity and intelligence that lay behind them. Reaching Christine, Emma pulled the thin, veil that covered her body up and over her head and Emma noticed the passion and spark with which Paul observed the black servant. “Christine is my lover, she has not interest in cock, only pussy,” Emma pointed at her own genitals as she spoke and noticed the nod in Paul’s eyes as he heard the translation.”
“Should you or Peter want any pussy then you come to me, you are not to try to screw Christine, do you understand?”
Paul nodded and spoke quickly before waiting for Christine to translate. “I understand completely Miss, though I must compliment you on the beauty of your lover.”
Nodding, Emma allowed Paul to watch the two of them for a while. “As you can see,” she said, waving a hand towards Peter’s sleeping form, “Peter lacked some stamina this evening, I hope that you will be more energetic?”
A mischievous laugh came from Paul and he grabbed his semi hard cock and spoke directly to Emma. “Wow, he’s got courage,” said Christine and Emma turned to face her. The two women stared at each other for a moment before Christine finally translated, “Paul says that he cannot wait to put his cock deep into you and fill you with his seed. He says that he loves what you look like and has had to go without a woman for too long. According to Paul he was a famous lover before he was captured.”
Emma nodded, “is that so?” she replied, “it seems I need to find out just how good he is then.”
Crossing the floor towards Paul, Emma dropped to her knees in front of him. He watched her face as she looked up into his eyes and smiled before placing her lips around the head of Paul’s cock. It twitched instantly and grew harder and longer.
As Emma slowly pushed Paul’s tool deeper into her throat he spoke before touching her by the hair and gently pushing himself ever deeper. “He says that he wants you to eat the whole thing,” Christine translated, “but he is worried about how hard he should go, he does not want to upset you.” Pulling his cock from her mouth Emma stood, her hands still stroking his length as she came nose to nose with Paul. “Tell him, in the bedroom he is the boss, he can go as hard as he likes, as deep as he likes, as fast as he likes, tell him…” Emma paused for a moment as if thinking of the right words to say. “Tell him that in my bedroom, the black, male, slave becomes the Master…”
Dropping back to her knees, Emma took Paul back into her mouth as she heard Christine translate behind her. She was confident that the more confident and abrasive Paul would understand what he should do and seconds later she was not disappointed. Grabbing her head, Paul thrust his cock forward, pushing it into her throat. As he did so Christine translated the words that he uttered, “you white slag, I’m going to show you who is in charge and that you are just a whore to be used by my cock.”
The cock pushed deeper and deeper into Emma’s throat and she accepted it greedily even when it cut off her air supply. She allowed it to thrust back and fore in that position until, unable to breath she had no choice but to pull away while gasping and gagging for breath. Paul let her fall backwards onto the rug. Emma’s legs fell open and as Paul stood over her he could see a small amount of Peter’s cum dribble out of her hole.
Grabbing Emma by the arms, Paul lifted her up to her feet and dragged her over towards a large, wooden chest that occupied a space in the corner of the room. Emma allowed herself to be bent over, her breast’s squashed down onto the chest as she took up a kneeling position. Then, positioning himself behind her, Paul guided his cock into her as he took hold of her hips. Vigorously, he slid in and out of her with his cock causing Emma to gasp with each thrust.
“If you lived in my home, I would keep you as one of my slaves,” Christine translated for Paul. “I would fuck you regularly and build a collection of pale skinned sluts like you.”
As Paul’s balls slammed against her clitoris, it was not long before Emma felt her orgasm building up inside her. It had been a long time since she had taken a cock and throughout that time the only release had been her own hand or with the help of Christine. A black cock, deep inside her in such an aggressive way though was a completely different experience. The thrusts drove her onwards and Emma let out a small scream as a deep stroke of Paul’s cock almost sent her over the edge.
Paul was inspired by the noise and quickened his pace, pushing even deeper in the process. For Emma it was too much and the small scream of a moment earlier was replaced by a high pitched howl. Her body wracked with spasms as Paul continued his hard and rapid thrusts. As the intensity eased the screams gave way to a series of whimpers as without breaking stroke Paul continued pound into her.
Finally, Paul brought himself to a stop and pulled out of Emma to leave her making small, rapid squeaks as he pussy visibly pulsed in time with her raised heartbeat. Picking Emma up in his arms, Paul carried her over to an open space of wall and leaning her against it he again entered her. Using the wall Paul took Emma hard and it was not long before she was gasping with pleasure again. She bounced up and down on his cock, her labia grabbing at his length with every thrust until for the second time she climaxed. This time as she orgasmed, Emma’s pussy gripped onto Paul and milked him hard until he joined her. Her orgasm becoming squeals of delight as Paul’s seed shot deep into her.
Exhausted, Paul put Emma back down so that she could stand with him on the floor and the two of them walked to the bed. Collapsing next to Peter, Paul watched as Emma curled up at the foot of the bed and beckoned towards Christine with her finger. As sleep finally overtook him, his last vision was of Christine and Emma kissing while their fingers probed each other’s holes.
The Sins of August 