The horse trotted along the dark track as fast as Tom was prepared to risk. Beside him, the small lamp swung side to side with every bump in the surface as it struggled to illuminate the road ahead. In truth, the light was not enough for the speed of the journey and Tom feared that at any moment the carriage and its two occupants would come to a sudden and unexpected halt.

Emma, the other occupant of the carriage shivered slightly with a mixture of chills and excitement. Chills because she was naked but for her boots and a brown, coarse woollen blanket that she had pulled over her skin. Excitement because she has just had a sexual experience with the McArthur family slaves that rather than sating her desire, had left it smouldering and in need of feeding. Tom slid a free hand along his wife’s legs and she gently parted them until he could reach her cum filled pussy. Placing a finger against her clitoris, he thrilled at how swollen it was and how his wife gasped at the touch, “that cock has really turned you on?”

“Just get me back home, one of Peter or Paul is going to enjoy me, whichever I can find first.” Tom laughed at the comment and removing his hand from between his wife’s legs, he put the arm around her shoulder instead and pulled her in tight.

It did not take long at the speed they were travelling at for Tom and Emma to get back to their house. Giving a loud sigh, Tom felt relief at the fact that they were safe, and that the McArthur’s had no been alerted to what had happened. Jericho, ran from the large hut at the rear of the house and took hold of the horses reins. As Tom instructed the young boy in his expectations, Emma jumped down to the ground and ran into the house. The sudden arrival had brought a naked Christine running to the front door and Emma took a moment to admire her maid’s body. “Where are Peter and Paul?” Emma asked, the excitement at what was to happen clearly audible in her voice.

“Peter is out with the other men walking the boundary of the land, there has been a problem in one of the fields, while Paul is in the hut that you gave him out the back.” Emma smiled on hearing the location of the second man and turned towards the front door only to feel Christine catch hold of her by the arm. “You need to know,” the maid said, a hint of fear in her voice, “Paul has found himself a woman and as he thought you would not want him tonight, she is with him instead.”

“Sorry?” Emma said, her question was rhetorical, and she was not sorry in reality but Christine’s comment had taken her by surprise, “did you just say that Paul has a lover?”

The maid retreated slightly, and she took up a more submissive position, looking at the floor in fear of Emma’s reaction. As she did so, Tom entered the hallway and stepping to the side surveyed the two women a hint of anger on Emma’s face while Christine looked withdrawn and fearful. Silence filled the room until, concerned about what was happening, Tom decided to break it, “what’s going on?”

“Did you know?” Emma spat the question out towards her husband, the venom catching him almost off guard.

“Did I know what?” Tom asked, though having heard what his wife had said on the trip home he had a feeling that he knew the answer.

“That Paul has a lover?”

Swallowing slowly, Tom looked at Emma, then at Christine and then back towards Emma, “yes,” he replied. Instantly the anger that Emma was showing was redirected towards him rather than the maid.

“Explain!”

“You entrust all of the slave ownership to me and I need Clara to become experienced with men as I intend to develop her as another income stream. Paul has more than enough cum for both of you and as the less hung of your two cocks he needed some extra opportunities.”

“You’re going to whore out one of our slaves and you have had one of my fucks train her?”

Choosing not to answer, Tom nodded his head instead and waited for a tirade of abuse to come from his wife’s mouth. Instead, Emma licked her lips slowly and then smiled at her husband, “I guess she better learn to cope with watching her lover fuck without her then.”

As Emma left the hallway, heading for the shed, Tom and Christine were left staring at each other. “She’s really horny,” he said by way of explanation though as he spoke, he reflected on the fact that Christine didn’t really need anything explained to her. Christine had been a wedding gift to his wife, and he had no say in her life and nor did he want one.

It was dark outside but a small light from a window in the small hut at the edge of the woods guided the naked Emma towards it. Opening the wooden door with a creak she looked inside and could see Paul lying on a small bed as a naked Clara lay next to him, wrapped in his arms. Across his lower body lay a small red blanket which did nothing to hide the erection that the sleeping Paul clearly had.

Stepping inside, Emma crept across the room until she stood at the foot of the bed. In the murky light she watched the sleeping Paul for a moment as inside the urge to pounce on him grew stronger. The two lovers moved slightly, and Emma realised that there would be enough space to straddle Paul without immediately alerting Clara to the reality. Gently, she climbed onto the bed, her legs opening to allow a small amount of cum to drip out.  Tugging at the blanket she moved it out of the way and then lifting Paul’s cock up as she squatted, Emma groaned gently as she felt herself be penetrated.

Rocking her pelvis back and fore, Emma felt Paul slide all the way in until her clitoris rubbed against his body. The sensation of someone fully sitting on him finally made Paul woke up and as his eyes focused in the gloom, he reacted with shock at realising it was not Clara who was riding him. Lifting a finger to her mouth, Emma indicated for Paul to keep quiet and he obediently followed the instruction.

Emma was desperate to orgasm, not only from her earlier experience but because while travelling with Tom she had been playing with herself on and off. Now, she was already right at the edge and with a dozen quick bucks of her body Emma brought herself to a screaming and shuddering orgasm. It was enough to achieve what she had been hoping for and as she reopened her eyes, they focused on a naked Clara who was now stood to her right. Emma smiled at the young slave, admiring her black skin and for such a petite girl, surprisingly large breasts. “He’s mine, you only get him on a borrow until I decide otherwise,” Emma said, a hint of venom in her voice, “don’t ever leave him too drained to satisfy me.”

“Yes Miss,” Clara replied as she watched Emma continue to ride her lover.

A noise in the doorway made all three, look towards it, and Emma smiled as she saw Tom enter the hut. He was also naked, and he smiled on seeing that his wife was riding Paul while Clara looked on. His small white cock was completely flaccid and showed no sign of interest at the scene before him. Approaching the slave, Tom admired her dark skin, his eyes drinking in the sight of her nakedness. “Have you managed to take his whole length yet?” he asked, his eyes seeming to sparkle at the thought despite the poor light.

“No Master, he took me three times tonight and gave me many orgasms, but I was unable to take all of his length.”

Tom nodded in understanding before placing a hand between Clara’s legs which she willingly accepted. She moaned gently as Tom pushed fingers into her before removing them, still covered in the cum that Paul had put there. Raising the hand, he sniffed the fingers before placing them into his mouth and savouring the taste. “You have only had sex with him a dozen times, you will develop in time,” Tom reassured the slave, “your Mistress admitted to me that she had to have sex maybe a hundred times before she was finally able to manage such impressive cocks.”

“Yes Master,” Clara replied as Tom took hold of her by the arm and gently guided her behind him. As Emma continued to ride Paul, she watched Tom bend forward as the obviously well trained, Clara started to rub his ass with her hand. Then, slowly, Clara moved her hand towards Tom’s hole and gently she inserted a finger into him.

Unable to understand the things that excited Tom, Emma focused back onto her lover and ensuring that she rode him deep as to the side she heard Tom groan loudly. She knew what was happening, she understood what Tom enjoyed and she had watched it, but it was not for her she reflected as a second orgasm slowly edged its way through her body.

The orgasm was not as strong as the first but was enough to distract Emma from the yelp that Tom gave as Clara placed her whole fist into him. Then, as Emma collapsed down onto Paul, kissing him, panting with pleasure, Clara started to slide her fist in and out of Tom at speed. The slave’s movement sending the cuckolded husband into a pathetic orgasm that leaked from his still flaccid cock.

Morning came with the call of a cockerel at first light and Emma woke to realise that she was still in the small hut, sharing a bed with Paul. She rolled over to see that in the corner, Clara was stood, naked and with a collar around her neck that prevented her from moving or leaving. Reaching a hand down, Emma found that Paul was hard again but this time, in spite of wanting it herself, she rose from the bed and approached Clara. Releasing her from her restraints, Emma guided the inexperienced slave over to the bed, “enjoy him while you can,” she whispered and then watched as Clara slid under the sheet. A moment later, it was clear that Clara was eagerly stroking the cock of her lover in the hope of the two of them fucking. Smiling, Emma turned and headed back to the house.

Entering her bedroom, Emma felt a pang of excitement at the sight of Christine. The naked maid was lying in Emma’s bed and knowing her pussy was full of cum from the night before she woke the other girl as she climbed in. “I want you to clean me up,” she said before lying on her back and opening her legs. Closing her eyes, Emma felt the sensations of Christine moving around before the moist warmth of a tongue pressed against her clitoris. The feeling was intense, and Emma thought about the fact that she had gone without her lesbian lover for too long before two quick orgasms flooded her body and helped her fall back to sleep.

Late the following morning, Emma sat in a chair on the veranda of her house, the green dress that covered her body proving itself to be inhibitive as the heat of the day slowly built. In her hands, Emma held a copy of the Bible and she scanned the pages looking for anything that would suggest that her desires should be more widely accepted.

Resting her eyes for a moment, Emma looked up at the dirt road that led to the house and taking a deep breath revelled in the silence. There was nobody about, Tom was likely to be either fulfilling his mother fantasies with Maud or exploring the darker desires he had in relation to the men who worked the land behind the house. Meanwhile, Christine was inside the house somewhere, likely enjoying herself when she was supposed to be cleaning the bedrooms. A dust cloud formed in the distance and as Emma watched she realised that it was getting closer and closer until the noise of horses, harnesses and dogs broke through the quiet.

Rising from her seat, Emma walked over to the front door of the house and called inside, “Christine, go find my husband, we have visitors approaching.”

A moment later, Christine appeared in the doorway, pulling her maid’s outfit into order as she did so. Casting a glance out onto the dirt road as she tucked a breast inside the sober looking dress, Emma’s lover and servant nodded her head in understanding before scuttling towards the rear of the house. Watching from the veranda, Emma could only watch as she wondered who would be coming to visit her sexual utopia uninvited.

Slowly, the dust took form as the approaching party cornered the round the last bend in the road and into direct line of the house. Two dogs appeared, large and running at speed they yelped as they got while behind a wagon pulled by two horses and flanked by two outriders on horseback. The group slowed from a gallop to a trot as they crossed the final few yards towards the house until beneath the veranda they came to a stop. Immediately Emma recognised the man on the back of the wagon as Samuel McArthur, his faced crossed with anger looked at Emma. His eyes seemed to form daggers and Emma feared that just the look was enough to kill while in his right hand, the butt held against his hip he carried a rifle.

Taking in the scene, Emma, quickly realised that she did not recognise the two outriders but that she did recognise the man who was guiding the wagon. Sitting quietly and impassively as he attempted to sooth the horses that pulled the wagon, her lover from the night before made a point of avoiding eye contact with her.

“How can I help you Mr McArthur?” Emma asked nervously, fearful that her experiences of the night before had become public and the angry, plantation owner was looking to exact revenge.

Taking a moment to change position so that he faced Emma properly, Samuel lifted the hat from his head in formal greeting. “Morning Ma’am,” he said, “I wonder if I can borrow your husband for a short while to help me with a problem?”

“My husband?” shocked at the question, Emma was unsure what to say beyond that but from the language she understood the implication that this was a matter for men and women should stay out.

“Yes Ma’am, is he at home today?”

Nodding, Emma was about to reply when the sound of Tom’s footsteps running up the side of the house reached her ears. As he appeared, it was clear to Emma that her husband had panicked for the same reason and on seeing there was no face off between Emma and the visitors he was left looking confused and out of breath.

Samuel climbed down from the wagon and approached Tom as Emma stood on the veranda and watched the exchange. The two embraced as if close friends and for a moment Emma was convinced that she could see a tear on the face of the older man. “Have you seen any unrecognised animals around here?” McArthur asked.

Taking a minute to compose his answer, Tom shook his head gently, “if you mean escaped slaves, then no I’ve not seen any,” he replied calmly.

“That’s a pity, I was hoping that maybe the bastard had run this way.”

“Bastard?” enquired Tom. In her thoughts Emma asked the same question and was glad that Tom voiced it on behalf of both of them.

McArthur looked over his shoulder and then taking Tom by the arm he guided him away from everyone else, lowering his voice as he spoke. “I got the impression last night that you were like me, someone who knew that we need to keep the negros in their place with a firm hand.” As Samuel spoke, Tom nodded his head as he feigned agreement. “Well, this morning I discovered that one of them has not been keeping himself in his place as I expect, and he has been seducing and fucking young, innocent women.”

A look of shock crossed Tom’s face and raising a hand he placed it reassuringly onto the arm of the storyteller. “That is…” he said before cutting himself off, choosing to remain silent and speechless instead. A grimace crossed McArthur’s face as he accepted the offered sympathies of the younger man, “the girl has been dealt with and will find her life to be miserable from now on, but that beast needs to be caught and punished for his actions.”

“How can I help?” offered Tom as he realised in that moment that he was being offered the best cover of all. The perception of being a cruel and unsympathetic Master would help to distract people from the truth of the setup in his home.

“I want your help in tracking the rapist down and teaching him and others a lesson about his behaviour.”

A firm nod of his head and an outreached arm which Samuel took hold of was enough to show that another had been recruited for the hunt. “Let me just organise a horse and say goodbye to my wife,” Tom offered and with a shake of the hand the older man turned and headed to the wagon. “Jericho, ready me a horse,” Tom called to the stable boy before walking over to his wife. “Did you hear?” he asked, and she shook her head gently so that nobody else could see. Giving her a hug, he whispered into Emma’s ear, “they have found out about Kathleen and they are chasing her lover, they have asked me to join and I am going as it will help to hide the truth.”

Holding herself together on the outside Emma felt her stomach turn in knots and she feared that she would vomit in front of everybody. Fear for Kathleen filled her just as much as the memory of her own experiences. “What do you want me to do?” Emma asked as she realised that her knees were starting to feel weak.

“Just be careful and don’t get caught hiding anybody if they reach here.”

Before Emma could respond, Jericho appeared with a saddled horse and Tom kissed his wife gently and turned away. Crossing over the veranda he used the added height to mount the horse and as Emma watched he walked the horse forward to join the rest of the group. As he reached them, the wagon turned and as a group they trotted away before breaking into a gallop. Soon, the cacophony of horses, men and dogs faded until all that remained was the dust cloud that hung in the hot, windless air.

Alone again, Emma turned and walked into the house where finally her fears and nerves caught up with her. Lurching forward she brought up the contents of her breakfast before collapsing to the floor as Catherine re-entered the house, the servant having hidden at the rear of the property. “Mistress,” she called out, the outfit meaning that she instinctively played the slave rather than the lover. Dropping down to the floor she leaned in close to, brushing hair away from the collapsed woman’s ear, “Emma?” she whispered.

It was late afternoon of the following day before Emma woke from her slumber. Unable to be roused the day before, the doctor had been called. Diagnosing shock and hysteria he had prescribed bed rest and a foul smelling, sickly tasting syrup that had been slowly poured down Emma’s throat with the result that she was left unconscious for the night.

As she looked round the room Emma realised that Catherine was sat on the chair in the corner, her eyes affixed on her lover. “I was worried you would never wake up,” Catherine said, her voice belying the relief that she clearly felt at seeing Emma finally awake.

“Is Tom home yet?” Emma asked only to be greeted by a shake of Catherine’s head. “Have we at least heard from him?”

“There has been nothing, he does not even know that you took a turn after he left.”

Feeling sad, Emma rolled over in the bed, she was naked and lying on top of the sheets because of the heat and in the process presented her ass to her lover. “Come lie with me, I am too scared to do anything until he returns.” Obediently and silently, Emma rose from her seat and crossed over to the bed before climbing onto it. The two embraced as Emma suckled gently on one of Catherine’s nipples and tried to doze off again as she waited for her husband to return.

In the end, Emma was not certain how long she had been in bed when she was roused by a knock at the door. She had lain there with Catherine and they had both dozed on and off in between bouts of gentle lover making though Emma had found herself unable to orgasm. It was a first experience for her, and she worried that she would be unable to be the lover she had previously been.

There was another knock at the door and this time a naked Catherine climbed from the bed and padded across the floor. Opening the door slightly, she looked outside, and her body gave a visible sigh of relief as she saw the person on the other side of the divide. Catherine opened the door fully and allowed Tom to enter the room. He took a moment to look at the nakedness of the black woman as he openly ogled her breasts and pussy.

“Your home?” Emma’s voice sounded weak but relieved at the appearance of her husband.

“Yes, it was horrific, but the McArthur’s will not be suspecting the truth for a long time.”

“What happened?”

Standing in the middle of the bedroom, his clothes and skin still dusty, Tom looked to Catherine and swallowed nervously before turning his attention back to his wife. “In the end, I was able to find him before the rest of the party. They had talked openly about the vicious things they were going to do to him, and I had no way of sneaking him past them.” Again, Tom glanced nervously at the two naked women as if wishing that Catherine would disappear. He had nothing to worry about though as the maid understood what had happened before Emma had a chance to realise.

“They think he killed himself to avoid capture?” Catherine offered, “he died but he was saved a cruel death.” Tom stayed silent at the observation as a tear formed in the corner of his eye. “Thank you Master, thank you for doing all that you could in the circumstances.” The story told, Tom excused himself and withdrew from the room to leave Catherine and Emma to mourn the death alone.

 

By morning the return of Tom and the reassurance that they would not be suspected for a long-time left Emma feeling in a far more positive mood. It was also the day of the first event at Mrs L’s cat house and nerves about what had happened over the past two days had been replaced with a nervous energy about what was to come. Emma was used to being open about her choices in life within her own home or with people who she knew fully understood. This time, however, the plan was for her to engage in sex with a black man in front of men many of whom might be equally turned on and disgusted in equal measure. As she reflected on the situation the same though kept running through her mind, it was essential that none of those paying customers worked out who she or her lover were.

Now though, it was too late to worry about it and instead it was time to take part in the show. Emma travelled with Tom under the pretence that they were out making business calls while hidden in the back of the wagon under a thick blanket lay Peter. She had chosen the more hung of her lovers because he always seemed to be capable of producing a particularly thick and creamy spurt of cum.

As Tom reached the cat house, he guided the horse and wagon off the main track and onto a secondary route that led to the rear of the house without revealing it as the final destination. Approaching a solitary barn, Tom found the doors to already be open and carefully he guided the horse to pull the wagon inside. Where, after bringing the horse to a half, he climbed down and closed over the doors casting the inside of the barn into almost complete darkness.

Safely hidden, Emma breathed a temporary sigh of relief as the three of them waited to be collected from the barn and taken to the location where the show was to take place. It had been agreed that they would wait until it got dark to reduce the risk of being seen in day light. To pass the time, Emma climbed down from the wagon and got Peter to join her. She slowly explained the plan and the situation to the slave who was gaining a grasp of basic English quickly and she understood completely when, in the darkness, she could just make out a look of fear on his face.

Eventually, after what already seemed like a lifetime, the little light there was in the barn begun to fade as outside the sun set and day gave way to night. Now in total darkness, Emma jumped at the sound of someone opening a door in the side of the barn and for a moment the flare of torchlight outside was enough to leave her blinded. “You need to put these on,” a female voice that neither Emma or Tom said from the doorway as the sound of a sack being thrown onto the floor followed it.

Tom was the first to move and Emma realised that his eyes must have adjusted quicker than the others. He dragged the sack towards the other two and in the faint glare of the torch opened it and removed each of the contents, throwing them at Emma and Peter in turn. The two lovers dressed in the outfits had been provided before each were handed a mask. Emma’s small and black, it was designed to cover her eyes in a way she had imagined happened at the masque balls she had heard of. It was black with two eye holes and sides that extended away from the head in two points while it was held in place by a small strap to the rear. Meanwhile, Peter found that he had an item that fitted completely over his head, leaving holes for his eyes, mouth and nose. They looked at each other and both admired how the other was presented. Peter, his muscular chest exposed was wearing a tight pair of trousers that seemed to only accentuate his already impressive dick. While Emma wore a tight white, lacey dress that, in reality, hid nothing and exposed both her nipples and her labia to those who would be watching.

Finally dressed, the three of them walked towards the torch light the holder of which then guided the group away from the barn and across a field to another barn that was hidden amongst trees. There, they approached a doorway that led into a small room at the nearest end of the structure. Stood inside Mrs L had a smile on her face, “you both look perfect and I have nine customers who have paid very handsomely to see this event. Just remember, the boy,” with that Mrs L looked over at Paul, her eyes showing that she appreciated the sight. “Just remember,” she said again, “that he needs to avoid cumming until the very end.”

Emma smiled at the comment and reached a hand out to Peter which she placed lightly on his arm, “he understands to break me before he finishes me and besides, he has great stamina.”

“Good,” the Madam said with an evil grin, “so let’s get the two of you out there for your first show.”

It was Peter who went first, stepping through the doorway and a white sheet that covered it and into the main space of the barn beyond. Sitting along the one side were the nine men who had paid to watch the show, a wooden framework between them and the space in which Peter stood so as to ensure they could not interfere. In the middle of the space, Peter saw that there was a wheel barrow, a pile of dirt and a shovel. Slowly and carefully, he started to load the wheel barrow, making sure to emphasise the form and shape of his muscles as he worked. It was warm in the barn and it did not take long for him to build up a sweat that glistened on his black skin. Then, the wheel barrow full, Paul lifted it and pushed it to the far end of the barn where he then emptied it out before returning to the place from where he started.

This part of the show had been going on long enough for Peter to have made three trips to the far end of the barn when the audience noticed that Emma had entered the room. At that moment Peter had his back to her but the noise from the audience made it clear that she was there. “Look at the tits and cunt on that nasty whore,” one of them shouted as they watched Emma slowly walk further into the barn.

At about half way into the barn, Emma came to a stop and looked at Peter as he shovelled more dirt into the wheel barrow. Holding her hands to her face she turned to the audience and formed her mouth into a wide open “O” shape as if in shock.

“Oh, she wants that Negro cock,” shouted one of the voyeurs and Emma could not help but admit that he was telling the truth.

“I do not believe any white girl would lower herself to take a black slave,” another said.

“Well I am certain that she is about to take that beast’s cock,” called a fourth.

“Slave,” Emma called out to Peter and he turned to look at her.  Realising that he could see her body through her clothes he played his part and lowered his head. “It’s OK slave, you may gaze upon my body if it excites you.”

Slowly, Peter lifted his head again, his eyes widening at the sight of Emma’s body through the dress. As he did so, Emma stepped closer and pulled him more upright so that she could make a point of looking at the swelling cock between his legs. “My husband has not taken me in a long time,” Emma said, her words pointed and deliberate, “I need to experience a real cock, someone who can take me hard and satisfy my need.”

“Yes Miss,” Peter replied his voice stuttering with nerves as he struggled with the language as Emma placed a hand on the clothing that covered his groin.

“I have heard from the maids that you have an impressive weapon in that department, I want you to please me.”

In her hand Emma could feel that Peter’s cock was now straining at his trousers, determined to break out and stand erect and proud.

“Miss,” Peter said as his voice now strained with excitement as Emma raised her second hand to pull at his trousers. Lowering to her knees, Emma then tugged harder on the hem of the trousers so that she slowly pulled them down, exposing the top of the cock before, eventually, the whole length sprung into view. On seeing it Emma’s jaw dropped with shock, largely as she played to the audience but at the same time, in that moment, Peter seemed to be more hung than ever.

Pushing out her tongue, Emma licked the length of the shaft gently as a grown came from the watching audience. “Push her on the floor and fuck her,” someone said and for a moment Emma thought about allowing that to happen. It was important though that she metaphorically milked the crowd just as she was about to milk Peter’s dick.

Using a hand, Emma took hold of Peter’s length and lifted it before kissing the head with her lips. Lifting it further, Emma let the weight fall onto her face to emphasise just how hung Peter was. Poking her tongue down, Emma licked on Peter’s balls as his head brushed past her forehead. Then sliding back up to the tip, she took him fully in her mouth and pushed forward so that he slid deep into the back of her throat.

“My wife doesn’t do head, I have to go to the slaves for that,” someone shouted, and Emma knew that she was ticking all the boxes for the crowd in the process. Opening her throat and raising her body, Emma pushed Peter further until the audience could only gasp as her nose reached against Peter’s stomach. Reaching round with a hand, Emma pulled on Peter’s ass gently and he started a rocking motion so that he slid in and out of his lover’s mouth.

“Wow!” called someone as they watched the white slut being throat fucked by her black stud.

Now fully hard, Emma enjoyed the sensation of Peter in her throat one more time before pulling off him. Standing, she pulled at her dress while facing the crowd so that they could all admire the sight of Emma’s body being exposed. Then, guiding Peter down and onto his back Emma straddled him before lowering her smooth pussy onto his face. Legs open and smooth, the crowd moaned as they saw Peter’s tongue start to work on the swollen clitoris.

“Time to fuck,” came a chant from the crowd and Emma felt the sensations of the contact from Peter’s tongue as well as the debasing nature of the chant make her so wet and eager to be filled. Rising from Peter’s face, Emma worked her way back until she straddled his legs so that she could lift his cock up until it pressed against her stomach. The head was far past Emma’s belly button and the person who had just shouted out called again, “there’s no way she is taking that fully.”

Looking at the crowd, Emma smiled before lifting herself up and pushing the cock beneath her. Then, she lowered herself onto it, the engorged head filling her cunt in the process. Working her hips back and fore, Emma took Peter deeper and deeper as the crowd cheered. Then, reaching a spot where Peter seemed to be as deep as he would get, Emma worked herself back and fore faster before with a moan her body dropped the final three inches. Her pussy slammed into Peter as a loud scream emitted from her mouth. Then, grinding back and fore Emma continued to drive herself towards the edge of orgasm.

“She’s going to explode,” someone said as Emma threw her arms backwards so that she leant on them, her back arching in the process. Hips grinding, hard and fast, the moment of orgasm rapidly approached until, finally, Emma screamed and groaned as her body and her pussy lips sucked on the cock that filled it.

Face and chest flushed, Emma’s body started to calm as she realised that she had essentially had her first public orgasm. Falling forward so that her breasts hung in Peter’s face it made her laugh. Peter now took control and with a kick of his hips, Emma fell to one side so that her black lover could rise from under her. Landing on all fours, Emma felt Peter pull on her hips until she was positioned with her ass towards him, her legs open as the cock was fed back into her.  “Now they are fucking like animals, that’s more like it,” someone in the audience said as they watched the hung Peter filling Emma from behind.

Slowly, Emma crawled around, gently pulling Peter with her so that she faced the audience. From their position they could see Emma gasping and moaning as her tits bounced with each hard and deep thrust of Peter’s hips.

Soon the thrusts were enough that Emma started to give out loud, high pitched squeaks as she reached a second orgasm. This time though, rather than the whole-body climax of the last one, Emma squeaked loudly as her filled pussy released a surge of pleasure that worked its way up her body.

Peter continued to thrust into Emma as she took a moment to recover and then she felt the slap of his hand across her backside. It was the signal she was waiting for, one that meant that he was unable to hold back any longer and he needed to fill her with his cum.

Pulling away from Peter, Emma managed to struggle to her feet. By now she was only 5 or 6 foot away from her admirers and they were getting a full view of her body and the intense fucking she had received. Above her, Emma saw two chains hanging from the ceiling, deliberately put there as part of the plan and taking hold of them, she stretched her body out for the pleasure of the onlookers. Then, Peter approached, lifting one of Emma’s legs and sliding himself into her as he stood behind. Pumping his cock in and out of her, the crowd able to fully see the way that he penetrated his lover as he drove himself to his orgasm.

As the crowd watched, the large, heavy, black balls that had been dangling free started to tighten as a loud growl escaped Peter’s lips. Then, with a deep grunt his pace slowed while his thrusts seem to get deeper as in a series of powerful squirts Peter’s cum shot deep into Emma. Its energy spent, the cock started to gently reduce in size until it fell out of Emma’s hole. As it did so, a large dollop of sticky cum escaped from the still gaping vagina and fell onto the floor.

Letting go of the chains, Emma lowered her legs back into position and stood in front of the audience as they gave a round of applause. Standing to the side and just behind her, they were also able to see Peter’s now cum covered, cock. Mrs L then appeared from the shadows of the barn, a broad smile on her face as she walked over to stand alongside Emma.

“I hope you enjoyed the show?” she asked and there was a general murmur of approval from the crowd. “And I hope that your curiosity has been sated by the sight of an innocent white woman being taken by a vicious black beast?” This time there was a roar of cheers from those who had been watching. “Now if I can ask you all to leave, there will be food, drink and whores back at the cat house for you to enjoy.”

Emma watched as all, but one, of the crowd rose from their seats and headed towards the cat house. There was a generally good feeling amongst them, and it was clear that Mrs L would make a substantial profit from their horny mood by the end of the night.

As the barn finally emptied the one man who had remained stood up and walked towards Mrs L. His face beamed with a broad smile as he looked over at Emma and Peter. “Excuse me?” he directed the question at the brothel madam, “how much would it cost me to have the opportunity to this whore?”

Mrs L cast a glance towards the silent and still waiting Emma before she addressed the question that had been posed. “Sadly, this girl has a specific taste, she has never been touched by a white cock in her entire life.”

“Really?” the man asked astounded, “how do the black cocks afford her?”

“They do not pay, she gives herself freely to black cock with full knowledge of her cuckold husband.”

This time a spark of interest crossed the man’s face, “really?” he asked as his eyes cast up and down Emma’s body, “I would love to experience that but in the circumstances, how much would it cost for her to lie down while I pleasured myself over her body until my cum splashes onto her skin?”

“Wait a moment please,” Mrs L said while raising a finger to indicate that the man should stay where he was. Then, turning to face Emma she raised her eyebrows at the younger woman who said nothing in reply but to blink slowly. Mrs L then walked from the barn, leaving via the door that Emma had entered through before returning a few seconds later. “100 dollars,” she offered the man, “no negotiation to be entered into.”

“Fine,” the man replied and pulling out his purse from his jacket before opening it and delving into the contents. Removing a bundle of notes he handed it over to Mrs L before tucking the purse back into the place from which it had been taken.

Immediately Emma understood what was being requested and she gathered a couple of pillows from the furnishings that her voyeurs had been using. Positioning herself on the floor she looked up towards the roof as the man walked over. Slowly, he undid his trousers and released his small yet hard cock. Wanking himself furiously, Emma thought of the pounding that she had just taken from Peter as she waited for the man to cum.

It did not take long for the man to reach the point of orgasm and as Emma watched a series of small, pathetic looking, drops of cum shot from the end. Spraying wildly as he shot his load, most of the cum landed on Emma’s naked breasts and stomach until finally one dollop made it to her face. Landing perfectly on her lips, the man gave a shout of joy as he looked on triumphantly as if he had managed a great achievement.

Had the cum on her lips been from a superior black cock, Emma would have gobbled it all down quickly. As it was, the idea of a white man’s pathetic sperm horrified her, but she knew that, in the moment, she needed to do her bit. Slowly, Emma pushed her tongue out and licked the salty sperm from her lips and into her mouth as satisfied with his success the man tucked himself away before running from the room.

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