The sun shone through the light netting of the window, filling the second largest bedroom in the house with warmth. It was strong enough that Tom eventually found that he was unable to stay asleep a moment longer. Rising from the bed, he pulled up the trousers he had put out the night before and pulled the braces over his shoulders, adjusting them slightly for the cut of the trousers. Wandering to the window he looked outside into the garden at the rear and saw Maud moving around in the distance. She was a large, black woman in her early 40’s and had come with the house when he had purchased it to make a home for his family.

In her early life, Maud had been expected to please her various owners sexually and during that time she had learnt to enjoy sex in all its forms herself. Tom sometimes reflected on the fact that, if she had been white then Maud would have been the Madam in a successful brothel in one of the big cities. Instead though, born into slavery, Maud had been used and abused for many years until she had become pregnant with her son Jericho. A child whose only crime had been to have a sadistic slave owner for a father and a well fucked slave for a mother.

In the end, buying the house, buying Maud, had been a good move for them both. Tom had discussed the possibility of some form of manumission with Maud, but she had so far refused. Not because she did not want freedom but because she felt that she would be shunned by everyone once they found out the truth of her life. For Maud, remaining within the home offered a level of protection that she did not believe would be available on the outside.

As Maud disappeared inside the small wooden shack at the end of the garden that counted as her house, Tom turned away from the window and headed for the door. Opening it, he found that the landing was instantly filled with the sound of his wife Emma being screwed by one of her two new lovers yet again. All night, at various points, the noise had filled the house. Tom could recall at least seven or eight times when the sound of sex had emanated from Emma’s boudoir as she made up for the ten months that had passed since her last black cock.

Tom rubbed his face and checked that his stubble was not too long and then descended the stairs. Heading towards the rear of the house he acknowledged Jericho who was busy tending to the horses that had taken the two of them into the city the day before. Then, with a smile, he turned towards the house he had seen Maud enter only moments before. There was no need to knock when he got to the door, Maud always allowed Tom to enter and as he did so he called her name. Stood, with her back to him, Maud was bent over a table her arms moving quickly with whatever task she had given herself.

On hearing her name, Maud stood and for a moment her arms moved towards her throat before she turned around. Now facing Tom it was immediately clear what Maud had done to herself before acknowledging her Master. Wearing a long, black dress with white frills at the hems the dress, which had been buttoned up to the neck when Tom had watched Maud through the window was now open. Now Maud was openly displaying the line of her buxom cleavage, each dark coloured breast so large that they threatened to spill out of the top of the dress. In the process revealing the large nipples and black areola that Tom found so appealing.

“Maud, you never fail to please me,” Tom said with a smile as his voice quivered with hope and expectation.

“Thank you Master, how can I help you today? How is the Mistress doing?”

Giving a little laugh at the question, Tom cast as glance towards Maud’s breasts again before rubbing his chin as he felt his mouth dry slightly. “Have you not been in the house today? Have you not heard the noises?”

“It is still early Master, I was not expecting you to be up yet, so Mistress is happy with your purchases?”

“I think she is very… satisfied,” replied Tom as he took a step towards Maud. “Now I am hoping you can provide me with some gentle entertainment this morning.”

“Of course Master, what would you like today?” asked Maud as one of her hands reached up to her breasts and gently brushed the skin with her nails.

His voice suddenly went high pitched and yet dropped to a whisper as he stepped closer again, “I need to suckle Mumma.”

Maud smiled at the words and gently guided Tom over to a chair next to the table. He slowly lowered himself into the seat and then watched, entranced, as Maud reached for the top of her dress. She undid another couple of buttons until the very top of the areola’s were now visible to Tom before gently lifting each large mammary out of its final restraint. Whether it was the cold or the excitement of the situation, Tom was not certain but Maud’s nipples became almost instantly erect. Two enormous buttons that Tom was sure were bigger than the penis’ that God had graced some men with.

As a nipple entered Tom’s mouth he clamped his lips around it and sucked greedily while the rest of his face became enveloped with the smooth skin of Maud’s breast. Raising a hand he then took hold of the other nipple and played with it gently between his thumb and forefinger. A gentle, pleasurable sigh emanated from Maud’s lips as she took pleasure from the sensations, “that’s it my child, sate your hunger,” she whispered.

Tom had become lost in a dream like state where all sense of time had stopped. All he was aware of was the sensation of Maud’s large nipples in his mouth and between his fingers and the gentle sound of Maud humming as he fed. Suddenly, a loud and repeated knocking sound made its way in his thoughts and he pulled away from his pleasurable experience, annoyed that the moment had been interrupted. Looking up at Maud he saw that she was no longer looking at him but instead staring towards the door. Rising from his seat, he turned and stepped in front of Maud, “who dares to interrupt me?” he asked the anger noticeable in his voice.

“I’m sorry Master but the Mistress requests you join her in the boudoir,” came the reply from the person stood in the doorway. Instantly Tom recognised the voice and as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the doorway the form of Christine came into focus. She was wearing her white dress again and Tom’s eyes looked her up and down as he appreciated the curves and shape of Emma’s maid and lover.

“She has finished with her new toys?” he asked as he felt his spike of anger slowly ease off.

“No Master but she does request that you join her at this time.”

“Very well,” said Tom and with a nod of thanks towards Maud he stepped away from the chair. Christine moved further into the shack so that Tom could head back to the house and as he passed through the doorway he glanced back at the two women. As he watched them, Christine approached the table, lifting her dress and sitting on the edge while Maud lowered to her knees before her. Tom lingered for a moment so that he could watch Maud gently touch her tongue against Christine’s clitoris. The touch was gentle, but it was enough for Christine to throw her head back and gasp at the sensation.

As he crossed over to the house, entered and climbed the stairs Tom made a mental note to himself to ask Emma at some point if she was happy with Christine and Maud playing together. For now, though there was something more important and as he approached Emma’s boudoir he placed a hand on the handle and took a deep breath. From inside came a gentle moaning sound and as he opened the door Tom scanned the room to see Paul lying on the floor, wrapped up in a blanket seemingly asleep. While on the bed, lying on her side, her legs open lay Emma, behind her was Peter as his enormous snake slowly pushed its way in and out of her pussy.

Emma raised her head and opened her half-closed eyelids until she was able to confirm that it was Tom who had entered and then, as if struck by a sudden spasm. A low, keening, moan passed through her lips as yet another orgasm took hold of her body. Peter increased the pace of his stroke, thrusting hard in and out of Tom’s wife before with a loud gasp and groan he reached his own orgasm and with a hard thrust and a shake of his body his cum drained into Emma.

He rolled away, allowing Emma to roll with him until she was lying on her back, cum dripping gently from her. “Would you like to eat?” she asked Tom through her still droopy eyelids, “taste the dozen loads of cum these two men have put in me overnight?”

Smiling, Tom walked over to his wife and climbed onto the bed. He looked into her eyes and she sleepily met his gaze. Lowering his face, Tom gently pushed out his tongue and pressed it against Emma’s clitoris before dropping even lower so that his tongue could enter her hot and cum filled hole. Tom’s tongue worked rapidly, sliding in and out of his wife as he spooned the cum of the two lovers into his own mouth. Above him, Emma gave gentle moans of pleasure at the warm, moist and loving lashes of Tom’s tongue. “Thank you for getting my two new lovers,” Emma whispered as Tom drove her to another, more gentle orgasm, her thighs clamping around Tom’s head as the muscles of her vagina pushed even more cum into Tom’s eager and waiting mouth.

Two hours later, Tom paced around the veranda at the front of the house, “come on Emma, we need to go,” he shouted through the open door of the house.

“Yes, yes, I’m coming,” replied his wife and moments later the sound of her feet skipping quickly down the stairs met Tom’s ears. He stopped pacing and looked through the door to see his wife reaching the ground floor dressed in a long, flowing yellow dress with a high lace neck while in her hand she carried a white umbrella. To see her, nobody would ever guess that just a short while earlier Emma had spent the whole night fucking two hung black guys.

“Wow!” said Tom breathlessly, “it always amazes me that you are able to present in such a socially acceptable way just hours after being such a harlot.”

Emma smiled at the comment, “the last thing I want is for the local community to reject us because they find out too much about our little predilections.” She purred gently and then leaning into her husband gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. “Now I am just a typical, loving and supportive wife to my husband as he tries to make his way in the world.”

“Good,” Tom replied as he guided his wife down from the veranda and over to their wagon, two horses hitched to the front as the stable boy held it steady. Guiding his wife, Tom helped her climb into the seat before joining alongside her and taking hold of the reins. A nod of his head at the stable boy caused him to jump out of the way and with a crack of the leather straps the wagon jolted forward.

Guiding the horses, Tom worked the wagon up to a gentle trot as Emma held on tightly alongside him. The road was tree lined at Emma was glad for the shade from the direct heat of the sun. It was only a six-mile trip to their destination, but the heat of the day was already rising and both of them soon found themselves parched. “I hope that they find our deal tempting,” Emma offered as they rounded the final bend that led to the slow climb up to the house they were visiting.

“I’m sure they will,” replied Tom, “with you and your two new friends I am certain that they will be able to put together a good and interesting deal.” Emma smiled at the thought but watched the nearby trees carefully. It would not be good to be seen approaching the local cat house as a husband and wife, people would talk, and questions asked.

The owner of the cat house, a large woman known as Mrs L was very interested in Tom and Emma’s offer, but it had to remain on a need to know basis. As such Tom and Emma had created an excuse for their visit, Tom offering to supply the place as an importer of fine goods while Emma happened to be there just because they were on their way to visit a neighbour afterwards.

Pulling the wagon to a half outside of the house, Mrs L appeared, her low-cut dress and corset displaying an ample set of breasts. She smiled on seeing the couple and calling for one of her slaves to take control of the horses she beckoned them both inside.

Worried about being seen even with their excuse, Emma and Tom rushed inside where they were herded into a small, back room which from the desk and pile of ledgers was an office. “Please, sit, sit” Mrs L spoke graciously as Emma secured herself in the only seat while Tom took up a position standing alongside her. “Would you like some tea?” not giving either a chance to respond, Mrs L called for tea to be delivered.

She looked at the two of them but having met Tom before she concentrated her attention on Emma. “You look amazing,” she gushed as his eyes cast up and down Emma’s small yet busty frame. “And I take it you have made the purchases that you need?” Mrs L turned her attention to Tom as she asked the question.

“Yes, two individuals who got a very good road test last night.”

“Oh yes?” Mrs L’s eyes sparkled at the thought, “so you had a good time last night?” this time she aimed the question at Emma.

Nodding, Emma met Mrs L’s gaze, “yes, I had a good time and am very happy with what my husband has provided.”

“Good, good, and you are really prepared to demonstrate this in front of a specialist and well-paying clientele?”

“Completely, we will need to be very careful, I once lost a lover to the discovery of my sexual tastes, but I enjoy being watched, I want to promote my tastes and I am more than happy to be paid for it.”

“I understand fully,” replied Mrs L, “I, myself have an interest in this taste and indeed have had a black lover for the last fifteen years who stared as my slave.”

“Why have you not had him perform for you before?” Emma had been intrigued by the news and found herself turned on by the thought that there might be another black man available to her.

“We have done, in the past, but I am too old to perform in front of men now, I need a new, younger, wanton woman but I can assure you that it is very well paid.”

“How much would you pay?” Tom interrupted, eager to establish the value of the risk.

“Having now seen how delightful your wife is, I think an initial offering of $350 a time would be acceptable?”

Tom shook his head at the offer, “make it $700 and you have a deal.”

Mrs L considered the counter offer, “I have overheads for this you know, $400 and I won’t go any higher.”

“And we are taking all the risk so $600 and I won’t go any lower.”

The two of them stared at each other, daring the other to pull the plug on the entire project to the extent that Emma feared losing out altogether. Reaching out a hand she placed it on her husband’s forearm. “Let’s make it $500 and we can have a deal?”

Looking at each other the other two remained silent for a moment before in unison they nodded their agreement.

“Agreed.”

“Agreed, $500 a session it is.”

“Now how about you get your lover in here and I can celebrate the deal?” Emma suggested with a wicked glint in her eyes.

“I don’t share him with anyone, so shall we say that the first session will be in three days time?”

“That seems acceptable,” Tom replied, “now come along darling as we have others to visit.”

Moments later, as the wagon pulled away from the cat house, Tom glanced over at his wife, “is two black cocks not enough for you?”

“Don’t play all innocent darling, you’ve known all along that it would not be.” Tom smiled at the comment as he returned his attention to the road ahead.

It was a short ride to the next house and as they approached down a long drive Tom and Emma realised that they were not the only people who had been invited. Inside Emma felt relief at this as the estate they were visiting belonged to a couple in their late fifties and Emma did not want to spend hours talking about embroidery. In reality Emma was hoping that she would be able to slip away and spend time talking to their youngest daughter who had just turned eighteen.

Pulling the wagon to a halt at the front of the house Tom climbed down before helping Emma down so that she could stand beside him. They looked up at the house together, “it’s an impressive property but I hear he is a sadistic bastard,” she whispered to her husband who nodded to show that he was in agreement.

Standing at the top of the stairs, and in the process of greeting another couple, Tom watched Samuel McArthur and his wife Elena, the wealthy owners of the estate. “Just keep your tongue still even if that means you need to disappear off and spend the night with their daughter Kathleen.”

“Oh I will,” whispered Emma, “there may still be a hope to educate Kathleen on the finer points in life.”

Understanding what Emma was hinting at he stared at her, the anger barely contained on his face. “We do not need to ruin our relationships with the McArthur’s through you corrupting their daughter with black cock,” he said quietly through gritted teeth. “They may be in the wrong, but we still need their money.”

Emma’s faced beamed knowingly towards her husband as a gentle cough from the top of the steps grabbed their attention. Offering his arm out, Emma took hold of it and the two climbed slowly up towards their gracious hosts.

The dinner party seemed to go on for hours and Emma longed for more interesting conversation that the price of cotton. Kathleen had been stuck at the opposite end of the table and so far, Emma had only been able to speak to her briefly. A good looking, middle aged, house slave leaned in to take the plate of Emma’s last course away and she inhaled gently detecting the manly scent that enveloped his body. Oh, how she wished that he could fuck her over the table in front of all of the guests but in reality, she knew that this would condemn him to death and it would be social suicide for her and Tom.

As the meal came to an end the guests rose and the men headed towards the front of the house to sit on the veranda and smoke cigars. Meanwhile Elena gathered her daughter and the other female guests together and headed for the library. Taking seats around the room female slaves brought in a series of sugary deserts for the guests to eat while conversation quickly turned to the subject of Kathleen’s betrothal.

“Next week we are meeting a number of potential suitors from across the State,” Elena said in a high-pitched voice that indicated the strength of her breeding. “Hopefully we can find Kathleen a particular wealthy match.”

“Mother, please don’t talk to me as if I am some sort of meat!” Kathleen sounded depressed at the way she is being talked about.

“But we want you to be safe and do well and have good children, just like me and your father managed,” the mother replied.

It was too much for Kathleen though and she burst into tears and ran from the room. “There she goes, all emotional and pathetic again, that’s why we have yet to get her married off, she just shows none of the skills required to make a good wife.” The other women in the room, all of whom were noticeably older than Emma nodded in agreement as they stared at the door through which Kathleen had run.

“Emma?” Kathleen calling her name caught the younger woman who had taken to staring at the books on the shelves off guard. “You’re not much older than my daughter, can you see if you can talk some sense into her, after all I am sure you understand all about the sacrifices a daughter must make for her family.”

“Of course, Ma’am,” Emma replied, “if I have your permission to go and find her?”

A nod of approval from Elena gave Emma the response she needed and rising from her seat she had to contain herself to stop her from running from the room to the release the corridor beyond promised.

It did not take long to find Kathleen, she was sitting in her room, staring out of the window at a couple of the slaves who had gathered to the rear of the house. They were playing games, their semi-naked bodies glistening with sweat as they attempted to alleviate the horrors of their world.

“Hi, can I come in?” Emma asked, putting her head around the door, “I promise not to judge you or to bite.”

A tearful Kathleen looked at Emma, her eyes glistening in the gentle glow of the torches from outside. Biting her bottom lip, she nodded, and Emma approached slowly before inviting herself to sit in the window opposite Kathleen. She followed Kathleen’s eyes and noticed just how intently she was watching the slaves as they moved.

Watching them, Emma felt her own body being turned on by the sight of the slaves. “Have they always done this?” she asked, the question catching Kathleen off guard.

“Ummm,” Kathleen stammered as she tried to think of an answer.

Holding out a hand, Emma took hold of Kathleen’s. “It’s OK, I understand, if I had watched this sight from a young age I would feel the same.”

Snatching her hand back, Kathleen rubbed a tear away from her eye, “I don’t know what you are talking about, they are just animals to be used as my family sees fit.”

The speed of denial confirmed to Emma what she had already seen. Despite the brutality of her family towards the black men and women that they considered property. Kathleen had seen a different side to them and had come to appreciate and desire it.

“You wouldn’t be the only person who has such thoughts, you are not alone in the world and what you want is only wrong to those who have closed minds.”

“Are you suggesting? Urgghh! What a horrid thought, how dare you come in here and suggest that I am attracted to those animals. I could ruin your life in this community, destroy you and your marriage.”

Kathleen’s comments were vicious, but Emma was certain that she was right, and that Kathleen’s problems were related to a desire for the black men who now danced before her. “You could do that, but you won’t because you know I am right and to expose me would be to risk exposing yourself. I can help you, I have embraced the life and have found a way to make it work, I could show you.”

Sitting in silence, Kathleen stared out the window at the slaves as if Emma was not present. Her fingers and hands rubbing against each other as inside nerves and uncertainty tore her apart. “What do you mean?” Kathleen asked, “what do you mean when you say that you have found a way to make it work?”

“What I said, I have lovers and I have an understanding husband who likes to indulge my tastes.”

“You mean that you allow these black beasts to fuck you?”

Some things are best left unsaid and so, rather than replying to the question Emma remained sat, motionless, her eyes watchful as she observed Kathleen’s reactions.

The silence disturbed the younger woman who was desperate for some sort of reply. Eventually, angered by the lack of an answer she rose from her seat, a look of defiance on her face. “I’d like you to leave now, I want to be alone.”

Emma inhaled gently before releasing a slow, mournful sigh of breath. She nodded her head, “as you wish,” she replied before rising from her seat. Giving one last, pained look at Kathleen she turned and walked from the room.

Returning downstairs, Emma discovered that many of the others were preparing to leave. Sitting in a chair near the front door her husband tapped his hand on his knee impatiently. Catching his eye Emma, noticed that Tom winked, and she was reassured that rather than being angry he was playing the part expected of him as a Southern gentleman. “There you are?” his voice contained a hint of anger and strain which garnered sympathy from the other men gathered in the hallway.

“I’m sorry my darling, I was just trying to help our gracious hosts with some…” she paused, knowing that it was not a good idea to openly express that the McArthur’s were having problems with their daughter. “Decorative choices for their delightful daughter’s bedroom.” As she spoke Emma could see that the McArthur’s were appreciative of the discreet answer that had been provided.

“Well,” Tom visibly relaxed his body, “I hope that your advice has been useful.”

Smiling, Emma turned her attention towards Elena, “you have such a delightful daughter, I am sure she will make a good husband for a very lucky man.” The whole event was turning into a dance of etiquette as Elena thanked Emma graciously for attending the evening and for helping Kathleen.

The evening complete, Tom and Emma climbed into their wagon and started the journey back to their home. It was a warm and sultry night and they soon found themselves to be the only people travelling on the dark track. “Pull over here,” Emma purred, placing a reassuring hand on her husband’s arm. “We need to talk.”

Giving a jolt was it was brought to a complete stop at the side of the dirt road, Tom and Emma sat in silence for a moment as he adjusted the lamp that they were using to show the way. “What have you discovered?” Tom asked as he watched her face in the dim shine of light.

Looking over her shoulder and then glancing out into the encasing gloom, Emma wanted to make sure that the two of them were alone. Then, as an added precaution she lowered her voice until it was barely a whisper. “Kathleen is like me and she is struggling to come to terms with it.”

“Oh,” her husband replied, “the McArthur’s are pretty brutal and cruel, they will not be kind if they find out. Do you know if she has a regular lover?”

“I don’t know, in fact she denies it all and threatened to out me when I hinted at the matter, but I am certain about it.”

“Certain? How can you be certain if she denied it?” Tom’s voice filled with worry, “is there not a risk that you have exposed us?”

In the gentle glow of the lamp, Tom could just make out that Emma was shaking her head. “I am certain, she watched the McArthur’s slaves dancing with tears in her eyes.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

“I want to return, I want to find her sneaking out to meet a lover and then, maybe, she will open up to me.”

Unconvinced by the suggestion Tom looked out into the woods. “It’ll be dangerous, how do you get there in your dress without giving yourself away? We cannot use the wagon as they will hear its approach.”

“Their estate is to our right, is it not?” Emma knew that Tom seemed to have an innate sense of the geography of the area.

“It is, in fact we should be roughly in line with the sheds and huts where their slaves lived.” As he spoke, Tom stared in that direction wishing that his vision would allow him to peel away the trees that blocked their view.

“Then tie up the horses while I get ready.”

“What?” Tom returned his attention to his wife to see that she had already climbed down out of the wagon. “I guess there is no point arguing with you?” he asked the question rhetorically as his wife was already lost from view but nearby he could hear her giggle in response.

The horses did not take long to pull further into the woods so that they could not be seen from the road. Using the reins, Tom tied the two horses to a tree beneath which a particularly large clump of grass and flowers appeared to be growing. “So, what is the plan?” he asked as he walked to the back of the wagon and stared into the darkness, looking for his wife as he wondered where she had disappeared to.

“I will approach like this.” The voice caught Tom off guard, coming from behind him and he spun round to see his wife standing before him, naked but for the black boots that covered her feet and were tied up to her knees.

“That’s your plan, to approach naked?”

“This way my dress will not give me away, I can move freely and if necessary I can use the promise of sex to distract anybody who sees me.”

Taking a moment to think about what his wife was doing, Tom realised that he needed to express his thoughts to her, “you’re bonkers.”

“I need to show Kathleen the truth so that when it comes out she knows that I will help her.” Giving a shrug of the shoulders, Tom realised that there was no point arguing with his wife and willingly he followed her into the woods, carrying the lamp as he went.

It did not take long for the two of them to reach the edge of the clearing where the sheds and the huts stood. At first, it appeared that everyone was asleep. In front of the largest hut the last few embers of a cooking fire were spitting out the last of their light but otherwise nothing moved. Reaching out with a hand in the darkness to his wife who was crouched before him, Tom was about to tell Emma that it was time to leave when the sound of a door opening reached their ears. Covering his own lamp so that the figure would not see it. Tom watched as the silhouette of a figure approached the fire and a moment later it appeared to glow as the embers lit a lamp that was held in its hand. From their position, Emma could see that the lamp belonged to a squat, muscular and naked black man. His long and thick cock hanging before him and just identifiable at this distance in the faint light that the lamp gave out. Movement of the hand holding the light the glow side to side three times before the man headed back to the door from which he had first appeared.

“That’s the signal,” Emma whispered to Tom, “it is exactly the same thing that I used to do.”

“What do you mean?” Tom asked but before Emma could answer the sound of a window opening came from the direction of the house. From their position Tom and Emma could not see the property but Tom was certain that it was there, hidden just behind a small copse of trees the edge of which was visible to their right.

They continued to watch and soon neither was disappointed as a figure ran through the grass towards the waiting man. In the darkness they could not see exactly who it was, but the pale white skin and white nightdress made it obvious that it was one of the women of the house.

Soon, the figure approached the waiting black man with his lamp and on reaching him the two embraced as the light caught a fleeting glimpse of the face of Kathleen. Despite expecting it, the shock of seeing her like this caused Emma to inhale sharply and Tom had to quickly place a hand over his wife’s mouth to stop her from screaming. “Shhh,” or you’ll give us away he whispered into her ear.”

Emma nodded in understanding and as the two figures disappeared through the door she exhaled slowly. Rising from her crouch, Emma turned to face her husband, “what did I tell you?” she whispered before kissing him on the lips.

“What are we going to do now?”

“I need to get closer,” replied Emma and before Tom could do anything his wife ran out of the woods and towards the hut.

“Emma!” he hissed after her, “Emma!” he said again before realising that he risked raising his voice too high and alerting other people. Checking to his left and right Tom realised that he was better waiting for his wife and so lifting up the lamp, he placed it so that it would be easy for her to find in an emergency. Meanwhile in the distance he watched as she reached the door and crouched down to listen.

From inside the door, Emma could hear the gentle moan of a couple making out. It appeared that they were not yet having sex but there was plenty of whispered talk interspersed with the sounds of kissing.

Gently, Emma pushed at the door and it creaked open enough that she could hear the conversation more clearly. “We need to find a way to be together every day,” it was Kathleen’s voice that Emma could hear, and she felt a pang of sadness inside. Only a short time ago Emma had wished for the same thing but had discovered that it was impossible to achieve. Not in the way that Kathleen wanted, where she ran away with her lover and they lived in happiness as husband and wife.

At the time, Emma had asked around, looked into it but she had found nowhere that accepted black men and white women could be lovers. In the end, without the protection of a man like her husband her secret had been revealed and her lover had been killed. “In truth, the same fate awaits you my dear Kathleen,” Emma thought to herself as she heard the first sound of Kathleen being entered by her lover.

“Who are you?” the voice was commanding and came from behind Emma. She rose quickly, pirouetting in the process to confront the person who had spoken. Inside she wondered why her husband had not said anything or called to her but on seeing the man who the voice belonged to Emma quickly realised why. Before her stood another of the slaves, an older man who despite a harsh life had managed to age well. His skin was so dark that it was unlikely that Tom had seen him approach or at least, had not seen him until it was too late.

“Who are you? Or do I need to go get Mr McArthur?” the man asked again, his voice clearly angry.

“You won’t do that,” replied Emma, “because I think you know what is happening in there and your friend and his lover will be in trouble.”

Rubbing a hand across his chin the man thought about how to deal with the matter as his eyes studied Emma’s curves. “If I won’t tell to get my man in trouble then I have a feeling you won’t either?” he offered before smiling so that his white teeth shone in the darkness. Then, stepping forward he grabbed hold of Emma by the hair whilst with his other hand he pushed open the door that led to Kathleen and her lover.

Finding herself dragged along by the hair a moment later Emma was bundled onto the reed covered floor of the small hut. To her side, Kathleen gave out a short squeal of shock, “what the fuck?!” he lover exclaimed as he stopped mid stroke.

From her position on the floor, propped on her arms with her legs splayed open, Emma looked up at the man who had handled her so roughly. “I just found this naked thing lurking outside.”

“Emma?” Kathleen offered, “what are you playing at?”

“Hi Kathleen, I knew you were into black cock and I wanted to help you because it can land you in serious trouble if you are not careful, and in the meantime, I figured that maybe I would get myself some while I was here.”

“What?” Kathleen asked, her face filled with incredulity as she tried to process what Emma had said.

Choosing to ignore the other woman, Emma looked up at the man who had pushed her through the door. “Well, what do you think? I reckon you are one of the McArthur’s house slaves as they appear to have treated you well, I mean what are you 40 years old?” Not giving the man a chance to reply, Emma continued, “I bet you have often thought about fucking Elena, you’ve likely watched her from when she was a young and beautiful wife, before Kathleen was even born and now you get your chance to fuck a lady of a household, just not your lady.”

The man took a moment to process what Emma had said to him before grinning broadly again. His hands reached for the top of his trousers and a moment later they fell to the floor revealing his enormous cock. Emma stared at it, realising that it put both Peter and Paul to shame and in that moment she was certain that in coming here like this she had made the right decision.

“You can’t do it in the same room as us!” Kathleen hissed from her position, but Emma waved her fears away with a flick of her hand.

“Emma, I’m begging you, please…”

Crawling across the floor the more experienced Emma, approached Kathleen who was still lying prone on the floor with her lover kneeling over her. “Oh, hello,” Emma said with a giggle as she saw the proud and hard cock of Kathleen’s lover. “Did he take your virginity with that?” the question was aimed at Kathleen but she gave a nod towards the large cock as she posed it.

“Yes,” Kathleen, “we have secretly been friends since childhood and then as adults, I just couldn’t resist him.”

“Right, so you have the bug now which means that even if you stop having sex with him you will need to have sex with other black men for the rest of your life.”

“Really?” Kathleen looked shock at the suggestion.

“Really,” replied Emma, “in fact you will never find a white man attractive enough for you ever again, but the truth is that at some point your secret will be found out and it will make life very difficult for you and it will be fatal for him.” Tears formed in Kathleen’s eyes as she tried to take in what Emma was telling her. “My first black lover was killed and if it was not for my husband I would have been running in fear for the rest of my life. He saved me, he protected me and now for my safety and the safety of my lovers I keep things in a way that it can always be denied.”

Pulling herself out from under her lover and on to her feet, Kathleen picked up her nightdress and tugged it over her head, covering her slender body in the process. “I need to go,” she said as her voice trembled with emotion, “I can’t have the love of my life hurt.” Then, fleeing from the room, Emma ran away from the shock of what she had witnessed and been told. After watching her go, Kathleen’s lover glanced between Emma and the older man before, jumping to his feet he ran after.

Alone with just the older man, Emma lay down in the same spot where Kathleen had been moments before. “Do me a favour before you take me, when the time comes, send Kathleen to me and I will keep her safe.”

Nodding in replying, the man grinned as he slowly walked towards Emma, “but until then, I get to breed you?”

“Oh yes,” replied Emma, “there is no way I am going to leave here until after you have shot your load.”

Lifting his long yet flaccid cock into the air, the man knelt down so that he could straddle Emma’s face. Then, letting go of his pole, he watched as it dropped down and bounced off Emma’s lips. Her tongue set to work, expertly licking and kissing the length so that it slowly grew in size. Then, placing a hand over the top of it, Emma guided it down into her mouth so that her lips encircled the head. Darting her tongue across the head quickly the man gasped and bucked forward with his hips so that Emma had not choice but to take him deeper into her mouth.

“Enter me,” Emma whispered as she removed the cock from her mouth and the man needed no further encouragement. Sliding down her body he positioned himself between Emma’s legs, so that he naturally pushed against the entrance to her vagina. Then, just as he was about to enter her the door creaked open, causing the man to dive to the side and take up a defensive position. Looking across to the door, Emma saw Tom creep into the room. “It’s OK, it’s just my husband,” Emma said to her latest lover, “he’s just going to watch as you fuck me.”

“What?” the man asked unsure how to process what was happening.

“Honestly, it’s fine, my husband and I don’t have sex, but he loves me having sex with hung black men like you.”

The man slowly moved back towards Emma who remained lying on her back on the floor. “Come on, I need you desperately,” she said almost begging in the process. “Fill me while my husband watches and then we will be gone.”

“Trust me,” Tom intervened, “I like nothing more than watching the cum of some black guy fill my white wife.”

“Ummm,” the man said as he reached out a hesitant hand towards Emma so that he could stroke her leg.

“Honestly, take her so that we can get out of here before our presence is revealed.”

Finally, the reassurance appeared to work, and the man crawled back over the floor and onto Emma. He entered her with a hard thrust, causing Emma to gasp as she fought the urge to squeal with the thrill. His length filled her completely as Emma wrapped her legs around his body and tried to pull him even deeper. For an older man he seemed to have boundless energy and he took his new lover with a desperation that hinted that it had been a long time since he had last been able to have a woman submit to him. “Your balls seem very full,” Emma grunted in between thrusts as she felt them slap against her backside.

“I don’t get many chances to release them into beautiful young women,” his speech was now coming in short, breathless bursts as his heart rate raised with every pump into Emma.

Relaxing, Emma let the man take her as hard and as fast as he could go. His cock sliding in and out of her until he could hold on no longer and with a final thrust he released his orgasm. The man pushed deeper than ever as deep inside Emma felt the twitching of his head followed by the warm gush of his cum as it entered her. Taking the load in silence, Emma glanced over to see Tom was desperately rubbing the outside of his trousers.

Finally spent, the man rolled off and lay on his back on the floor as Emma climbed to her feet. Within her legs she could feel the drip of the man’s cum as it slowly leaked back out of her. “Thank you,” she said to the man before turning to her husband, “we need to go before someone catches us.”

Leaving the room, Emma and Tom raced back across to the faint glow of the lamp Tom had left behind and into the safety of the woods. Stopping just inside the cover of the treeline Emma turned to her husband and kissed him on the lips. “Thank you,” she whispered, thank you for letting me be who I am.”

“For you, anything,” Tom said in reply as he pushed a finger between Emma’s legs and into her hole. Withdrawing it a moment later he held it in front of him before inserting the finger into his own mouth and tasting the cum that her lover had left behind.

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