The window to make their escape from the barn had been small and by the time Tom drew the wagon up to the front of their house the sun was already starting to rise. On the wooden flat bed behind him Emma and Peter hid, naked, under a large blanket as each shudder of the wheels helped push Peter deeper into his Mistress. They had gently screwed throughout the journey home, the odd whispered moan or quiet groan entertaining Emma’s husband as he guided the horse on its homeward journey.

Taking the time to check that nobody was watching, Tom leaned over and pulled at the blanket exposing the naked forms of his wife and her lover. They were entwined, spoon like, as Peter slowly slid in and out of her pussy. Emma looked up at her husband and smiled, “I take it we are home?” she asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Tom replied nodding his head in visual confirmation, “it’s time to get inside and out of sight.”

Rolling onto her front, Emma slid from Peter’s cock before pushing herself up onto her knees. She felt tired from the night’s adventures and reached out a hand to tug at the enormous cock of her lover. Emma thought about what to do and was about to ask Peter to accompany her to the bedroom when a high-pitched cry of pain came from the trees near to the house. Fearing that they had been caught, all three turned their attention towards the source of the noise expecting to see the face of a disgusted local appear. Instead, with a rustle of bushes the slender and semi naked figure of Kathleen stumbled from the darkness and onto the dirt track.

Emma’s mouth fell open in shock at the sight of the younger woman. She was under the impression that Samuel McArthur had locked her up and was punishing her for what had happened. “Please!” Kathleen begged as she fell exhausted onto her knees in the dust, her face distraught, tears fell down from her cheeks.

“You’ll have to finish yourself off,” Emma spoke to Peter in hurried tones, before climbing down from the wagon and rushing over to the new arrival. “Tom, get the house open, we need to get inside, you can be certain that the McArthur’s are on their way.”

On reaching the devastated Kathleen, Emma knelt-down and placed her arms around the chest of her friend. Slowly, she started to lift Kathleen to her feet when she felt a hand on her own shoulder. Turning in shock, fearful that they had been caught Emma found instead that Peter was stood before them, his huge cock still semi erect. “Let me,” he said before bending over and bodily lifting Kathleen with ease into his arms.

Together the three of them walked over to the house and as they stepped inside Tom, who had been waiting in the door way, quickly closed the door behind them. “Catherine!” Emma called out as she entered the house and the naked slave appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Mistress?” she called on seeing that Peter was carrying a woman she did not know, “how can I help you?”

“Catherine, this is the daughter of the McArthur’s, the one who was found to have been fucking one of their slaves, get water and then wake Maud and ask her to cook something that the girl can eat.”

Giving a nod of her head in understanding, Catherine headed back upstairs before returning a moment later wearing a dress so that she had some level of modesty. Meanwhile, Emma directed Peter to take the young woman up to her bedroom and place her on the bed.

As Kathleen lay on the bed, Emma had helped her to undress and pulled the blankets over her naked body by the time Catherine returned. In her hands she carried a large bucket which was full of water along with a flannel. Emma nodded her thanks to her female lover as she took hold of the flannel and submerged it into water. The cold enveloped her hands, reassuring Emma that it had been freshly drawn from the well before squeezing off the excess and holding it to Kathleen’s lips so that she could drink small amounts of it.

Immediately, Kathleen’s almost delirious behaviour started to subside as Emma took the time to rehydrate her slowly. “There, there,” Emma reassured her new guest, “you’ll be safe here until you get your strength back and we work out what to do.” Dipping the flannel back into the water, Emma looked up at her lover, “can you get Tom and tell him to come and see me?” Catherine nodded and hurried from the room, looking for the Master of the house.

It did not take long for Tom to arrive, knocking on the open bedroom door before stepping inside. “Is everything OK?” he asked, the concern in his voice clearly evident.

“Yes, but we need to make sure that her father does not find out she is here.”

“Of course, I may need to go away though to help distract him.”

Emma sighed slightly and closed her eyes before nodding her head in understanding, “I know, after the last act he will want your help to try and find her.”

“Yes, yes he will.”

The sound of horses arriving at the front of the house caught Tom’s attention and he looked towards the window before looking back at his wife. “That’s going to be…”

“TOM!” came the voice from the front of the house, “TOM! are you in there?” For a moment, Emma and Tom stared at each other in fear as they recognised the voice of Samuel McArthur.

There was a loud banging on the door followed by a gentle creak as it was opened. “How can I help you sir?” it was the voice of Catherine who bravely had approached the door to create a semblance of normality.

“Is your Master in, I need his help?”

“Please come in and take a seat in the drawing room Sir while I rouse him, I believe he is still in bed.”

“Thank you,” replied the clearly angry visitor as his voice calmed slightly at the politeness of the housemaid. Emma let out a sigh of relief before a large intake of breath as she realised that throughout the exchange, she had been holding it in. Meanwhile, Kathleen, now hearing the voice of her father inside the house let out a gentle moan as the sound of Catherine’s footsteps on the stairs echoed up and into the bedroom.

“Go,” mouthed Emma at her husband, waving her hand at the same time, “and close the bedroom door,” she whispered as Tom left the bedroom.

The door closed over with a click before the muffled sound of Tom’s voice could be heard from outside the room. “What is all the noise Catherine?” he asked with a stern tone, “you have woken myself and Mistress Emma from out morning slumber.”

Emma did not worry about the tone, she knew that Tom would be putting on the voice for the guest rather than being actually angry. She also knew that it was important to create the image that they had a normal marriage for a young couple.

“I’m sorry Master but you have an urgent visitor, Mr McArthur is here to see you.”

“Right, go check on your Mistress and explain to her, she might beat you for the disturbance.”

“Yes Master.”

Footsteps on the stairs told Emma that Tom was heading down to see Samuel McArthur while Catherine gently opened the door and entered the room. “Keep an eye on her,” Emma commanded before stepping out onto the landing and closing the door.

From her position on the top of the stairs she could clearly hear the conversation taking place between her husband and the angry visitor. “I’m sorry to have interrupted your morning, if I had a wife such as yours I would also get carried away on a regular basis.”

“Oh, she is very eager to please these days, but I think it is only a matter of time before I need to start using my stock of slutty slaves. After all I am sure that she will end up just like your wife once she had had children, no interest in fucking anymore.”

As she listened to the conversation, Emma made a mental note to torture Tom for fun over his comments, after all if she was going to be pregnant then the children would clearly be black.

“Anyway, I am sure you have not arrived so early in the morning to discuss my bedroom adventures with my young wife, how can I help you?”

The question seemed to change the atmosphere in the room and Emma was able to imagine the dark and brooding face of the visitor.

“You know that you helped me find that animal that had slept with my daughter?”

“Yes, of course, that was only a couple of days ago.”

“Well, my daughter has now escaped, the little whore is on the run and I suspect she plans on spreading herself around all the beasts in the area. She has their disease, the morally bankrupt need to fuck everyone and everything.”

“I’m sorry to hear that?” Tom was speaking now, and Emma could sense that he was trying his best to sound completely empathic and supportive. In truth, they both knew that while they did not like the way he treated his slaves, McArthur could make life very difficult for them if they did not keep him on side.

After a short period of silence, Tom spoke again, “how can I help?”

“You can help me to find my daughter before it becomes public knowledge that she is fucking her way round every black bastard in the area and does my reputation irreparable damage.”

“Of course,” Tom replied and Emma worried that he sounded a little bit too enthusiastic, “I take it you have a search party with you again?”

“This time it will be just me, you and the slave that guided the wagon last time, he’s such a thick beast but it makes him very loyal.”

On hearing that the slave she had been with just a couple of days before was outside, Emma sneaked back into her bedroom and crept over to the window. She pulled the curtain and netting aside and with a gentle tug, lifted the window. Leaning out through the gap, naked, Emma dangled her breasts for her one-off lover to see. As she did so she held up her hands, forming a circle with thumb and forefinger on the one she pushed the forefinger of the other through the gap. Remaining, seated on the wagon, the older, black slave looked up and watched Emma’s actions as lust filled his eyes.

The sound of the door opening caught Emma’s attention and she ducked back inside and beckoned to Catherine. Her lover and housemaid approached, and Emma gave her one of the rugs that covered the floor. “Hang outside and wave it up and down as if airing it,” she suggested, and Catherine did exactly as was asked.

Below, at the front of the house the voice of Samuel McArthur carried up to the bedroom. “What are you looking at you lustful beast, if you were trying to spy and the Mistress of the house I shall beat you!”

“No Master,” replied her lover with an edge of fear in his voice.

“Oh, she is a fine young animal,” McArthur said, “how do you keep your hands off her?” From the tone of the question it was clearly aimed at Tom.

“Who said I do,” Emma’s husband replied.

“Well maybe one day you will have to let me have a go!” Samuel was now lusting after Catherine himself and while Emma and Tom knew there was no chance of him ever having a go, they also knew it was useful to keep him talking that way.

“Or maybe she should be bred with old Harry here, their children would make excellent staff.”

“I shall talk to my wife about it, she takes ownership of that particular bitch very personally.”

“Oh, well,” it was clear that McArthur felt annoyance at that response, but he brushed it off quickly. “Shall we get going then?”

“Yes, let me just say goodbye to my wife.”

Moments later, Emma watched from behind the safety of the net curtain as her husband seemed to be carried off with Samuel McArthur and Harry in a trail of dust. “How is Kathleen doing?” she asked Catherine who was gently dabbing the wet flannel against the young woman’s brow.

“She’s asleep now, I don’t think she has had much rest for a number of days.”

“I am sure that she has not, let her sleep and we shall make a bed here on the floor.”

It did not take long to set up a handful of blankets as a mattress with pillows and another blanket to cover them. Then, stepping towards her maid, Emma kissed Catherine on the lips, her tongue gently probing the mouth of her lover. As she did so she pulled at Catherine’s dress so that it fell to the floor leaving them both naked. Their hands roamed over each other as they thrilled at the chance to explore each other.

“Have you cleaned up since Peter fucked you?” Catherine asked, her voice breathless as Emma placed a hand between her legs and felt the wetness of her lover’s vagina.

“No, he was taking me on the journey home, and we discovered Kathleen.”

Catherine moaned deeper partly in response to the touch but also in response to what she had been told. Guiding her white lover down onto the bed, Catherine kissed her large and heavy breasts, sucking each of the nipples in turn. Then, her mouth and tongue slowly worked their way lower until finally, she was able to apply the warm, wet pressure of her tongue to Emma’s clitoris.

Emma gasped at the touch, “clean it up baby, feast on my used cunt.” Catherine did exactly that, her tongue pushing deep into Emma’s well used hole. Each curl of it pulling cum from deep inside and into the maid’s mouth for it to be swallowed down. “Let me eat you,” Emma suggested, and Catherine swung her hips round until she was able to straddle the other woman’s face. Pressing down with her hips, her own sex brushed against Emma’s tongue and lips.

It was rare for Emma to lick and taste the black pussy of her lesbian lover but when she did, she always made sure that Catherine exploded with pleasure. Placing her hand onto Catherine’s pussy, Emma slowly pushed two fingers into her hole. As always, she found Catherine to be very wet but also very tight, the maid had never been with a man or used any form of dildo and so the only penetration she ever received was from Emma’s fingers.

For Emma though, it was not the same, and feeling fingers being used on her Catherine reciprocated in the only way she knew how. Four fingers quickly found their way into her, but Emma knew that, she was capable of taking a lot more. Soon she felt the sensation of Catherine’s knuckles pushing against the outside of her lips and the thought caused her body to produce a sudden burst of lubricant.

“Are you ready?” Catherine asked, taking her tongue from Emma’s clit for a moment and the white woman moaned as she opened her legs further. Then, curling her fingers as she pushed in, Catherine’s knuckles slipped inside of Emma until only her wrist protruded from the gaping cunt.

“Harder,” Emma groaned, pulling her mouth away from Catherine, “do it hard.”

Catherine rose, climbing off of Emma and position herself between her lover’s legs. Her arm then pumped as the fist moved back and fore inside her lover. There was a slight discomfort from the motion but that was nothing compared to the intensity of the pleasure that Emma was feeling.

It did not take long for Emma to reach a peak in the sensations that were flooding her body and with a stifled scream she let go and enjoyed the thrill of the orgasm. Unusually though, part way through, Catherine’s hand stopped moving and Emma found that her climax eased quicker than she expected.

Eyes still closed, her body panting deeply, Emma struggled to find her voice, “what’s the matter?” she asked of her lover.

“Ummmm!”

The lack of an answer caused fear to swell within Emma and through the sensations she forced herself to open her eyes. Standing in front of her, looking at Emma and Catherine, mouth open with shock as she absorbed the sight of Catherine’s fist deep inside Emma, stood a naked Kathleen.

“Hi,” Emma managed to say between deep breaths as her body still recovered from the sensation of being fisted to orgasm.

“Hi,” replied Kathleen, “what’s going on here?”

“Uhh, look, I can explain, I have a thing with my maid as well as with some of the men in my life.”

“I can see that but what is she doing to you?”

Emma smiled at the question, “well I figured that would be obvious, her fist is buried deep in me and it just made me orgasm.”

“I’d like to try that as well…” the question was more of a demand than a question and Emma signalled for Catherine to remove her hand. Standing, Emma approached Kathleen, appreciating how much more shapely she was than the less experienced and younger woman.

“You have no hair?” Kathleen pointed at Emma’s pubic area.

“I keep myself completely smooth with a mixture of shaving and plucking.” Looking down at her own pubic area Kathleen highlighted the fact that while trimmed she was not bald below. “It’s your choice but I can have Catherine help you if you wish?”

Kathleen nodded at the offer, “I would like that.”

“First though, we need to make sure that you are alright, I’m worried, after all your boyfriend is dead and you have been rejected by your family, that’s a lot to go through.”

“I know,” Kathleen grimaced at the comments, “but the truth is, while we enjoyed sex together and we were good friends, we were not in love, I will miss him and mourn him but I always knew that there was a big risk and that one day I would lose him.”

“You just didn’t expect to lose him so early?”

“No,” Kathleen’s face fell at the realisation that she had lost everything.

Emma embraced her, pulling Kathleen tight against her exposed breasts. The younger woman took a breath as she experienced the large and heavy breasts of her new friend. A warm and wet sensation formed just about Emma’s right nipple and she realised that Kathleen was crying. “There, there,” she whispered as she allowed the bereaved young woman to release her emotions.

Then, guiding Kathleen gently, Emma crossed over to the bed and climbed onto it. Lying on her back, she let Kathleen rest her head on one boob while Catherine joined them and did the same on the other.

The three of them lay then in silence until the excesses of the night finally caught up with Emma and she succumbed to sleep.

When Emma woke it was the middle of the afternoon. Finding herself alone in bed, she blinked the sleep from her eyes before rising on her elbows to study the room. On the make shift bed, she had made for her and Catherine lay the naked forms of Kathleen and Peter. She stared at the two of them as they slept, and the sting of anger and jealousy filled her mind. It was not that she was upset that Kathleen had got some black cock but the fact that she was only a guest in the house and had not asked for permission to borrow Peter.

Rolling from the bed Emma walked over to the two of them and with a swing of her bare foot kicked Peter hard in the back. He groaned before shifting onto his back and opening his eyes. On seeing the angry face of his lover, Peter jumped to his feet and backed away from the bed in the direction of the window. Emma followed him, the anger that she was feeling not abating despite the submissive posture of her naked and hung lover.

As Emma got to within striking distance of Peter, he fell to his knees, hands clasped together as if praying for forgiveness. “Who said that you could fuck her?” she hissed, her hand pointing and gesturing wildly towards the still sleeping body of Kathleen. “There is only one white cunt in this house that gets fucked as and when required and that belongs to me, she is a guest and you don’t screw her without permission.” Her words said, Emma swung an open palm towards Peter’s face, striking him hard and causing him to yell and lose his balance.

The sound of the slap was enough for Emma and she immediately felt her anger subside, she was not normally a violent person and in some ways the slap shocked her as much as it did Peter. Feeling embarrassed and surprised at how she had reacted, Emma took a step back and surveyed the scene. Peter’s scream had been enough to disturb Kathleen who sat up on the bed and watched her new lover and the woman she took to be her guardian.

“Sorry…” Kathleen mumbled, “I just couldn’t resist when I saw him, and I said that you had offered his cock to me.”

“I would have, if you had asked but you did not, you just took it for yourself.”

Kathleen rose to her feet and slowly approached Emma who could see the wet smear of cum on the inside of the younger woman’s thighs. “This is my house, they are my cocks and lovers, it’s different if they are fucking one of the others, that is natural that they form relationships amongst their community, but no white girl goes near one of my black cocks without my permission.”

“Let me make it up to you,” Kathleen’s voice was plaintive and pleading as she spoke.

“And how would you do that?”

“You name it, anything you want, anything you desire, I’ll do it.”

Already feeling embarrassed at her reaction, Emma could only accept the attempts by Kathleen to placate her, “fine,” she replied with a huff. “Peter, get out of my room and don’t come back or fuck any woman until I tell you to,” Emma made a point of emphasising the “I” as she spoke to make him realise that permission needed to come from her in person.

Peter did not need telling twice and with a nod of his head in acknowledgement he hurried from the room and the safety of the outside world. Leaving Emma and Kathleen alone, the lady of the house walked over to a chest of drawers that sat in the corner of the room. Pulling open the top drawer she reached inside before removing a metal contraption that she dangled enticingly in front of Kathleen. “This is called a chastity device,” Emma spoke calmly and carefully, “while you remain under my house and until further notice you will wear it.”

Not understanding the purpose of the device, Kathleen looked questioningly at Emma, “I do not understand, what is a chastity device?” she asked nervously.

Smiling at the question, Emma took a step forward, “just come here and put it on and everything will be fine.” Hesitantly, Kathleen did as told, and carefully she stepped into gaps in the metal as guided by Emma. Then, gently, it was pulled up and into place around Kathleen’s pelvis where Emma adjusted it so that it fitted before finally locking it into place. “Now,” Emma said as she stood back to admire her work and the fitting of the device, “you cannot lead any of my lovers astray without me first unlocking you. While you live here, I decide when you can have sex, not you.”

Kathleen stared at her reflection in the mirror that hung on the wall next to the chest of drawers and studied the way the metal fitted around her pussy and ass. “I must go without?” she asked, a hint of sadness in her voice.

“Yes, for now, you will go without,” commanded Emma.

Two days passed before Tom returned to the house, he entered into the hallway alone and looking exhausted. In the time he had been gone, Emma had changed the way Kathleen styled herself and dressed so that at least from a distance the McArthur’s would not recognise her.  Emma met her husband’s tried body with a gentle kiss before presenting to him their guest.

“She has been locked in chastity to prevent her sleeping with all my black cocks,” Emma said triumphantly as Tom watched Kathleen. “In the event that anybody asks, my cousin is visiting from the North.”

“I understand,” Tom replied, “and how do you explain the fact that she looks like she is permanently on heat?”

Emma smiled at the comment, “she has big city morals, she is from the North after all, we all know they are not well behaved up there.”

The comment made Tom snigger slightly, “I am sure even those in the North would be shocked at the thought that there are women who sleep with Negro cock?”

It was a rhetorical question, but Emma felt the need to answer it anyway, “I am sure in time they will make a great success of such desires, at some point in the future I reckon women like Kathleen, and I will be very popular in society.”

“I respect your optimism, but I cannot see it coming to fruition,” Tom replied as he wondered if one day even his own tastes, that were perceived as even more extreme, would be acceptable.

Giving her husband another kiss on the lips, Emma left him to go and clean up while she guided Kathleen into the drawing room. “Catherine, send for Paul,” she commanded with a shout to her maid and lover who was lurking at the back of the house. “Today, my dear Kathleen, I will punish your lustful ways.”

Taking her seat, Kathleen locked eyes with Emma, “what do you mean, punish?” she asked but Emma did not answer. Instead, Emma sat in silence, carefully watching Kathleen as she waited for the arrival of Paul.

It did not take long for Paul to arrive, as always, Catherine was efficient in helping to facilitate her Mistress’s sex life. The second of Emma’s two lovers smiled on seeing that there were two attractive white women waiting for him in the room. “Has your slut worn you out yet today?” Emma asked abruptly.

“No Mistress,” Paul replied, “she has been out on the far side of the estate today, so I have not seen her since last night.”

“Good, take out your cock!” Emma’s voice was commanding as she wanted to make sure that Kathleen understood who was in charge in the house.

Paul did as he was told, without question or comment, lowering his trousers and exposing his large, black cock without hesitation. Raising a finger, Emma beckoned him over to her seat and she took his cock into her mouth. Running her tongue up and down the length, Emma tasted the flavour of the lover who, in recent times, she had seen less of. The cock grew hard under her touch, the sensations making Paul gasp in the process.

Pulling her lips from the tip of Paul’s tool, she looked up into his eyes, “stroke it hard and quick,” she instructed. As Paul took hold of his cock and started to do as described, Emma looked over at Kathleen. “Are you enjoying it? Do you want it?” she asked with an evil glint in her eye.

“Yes…” Kathleen replied before swallowing heavily, her face lost in thought, “yes Mistress.”

“Ahhh, you finally have realised, this is my house, I am the mistress and you are just the naughty little slut who is here as my guest.” Emma was clearly enjoying taunting Kathleen at this point and she placed a hand over Paul’s vigorously moving fist and helped him to wank himself. “That’s it,” she whispered as she met Paul’s eyes again, “thrill at the thought of your orgasm building up, ready to shoot cum into my face and mouth.” A groan escaped from Paul’s lips and his rhythm increased in speed as he pleasurably pulled on his length.

“Would you like it?” Emma aimed the question at Kathleen who stared longingly at Paul’s cock, lost for the moment, in desire. “Paul, take your cock over to Kathleen but she must not touch you, keep pleasuring yourself until you explode over her face.”

Paul had already learnt from his previous experiences and his chats with Peter to never challenge Emma’s orders. His friend had spent two days going without any sex at all having been, recently, the more popular of the two with Emma. At least for Paul he did has his girlfriend to take the edge off, but he also knew that he needed to be ready to perform at a moment’s notice for his mistress.

He approached Kathleen, who stared at his cock in wide eyed amazement. His hand pumping back and fore as he felt his orgasm start to build. There was no point in trying to hold it back, he understood that the whole aim of this moment was for him to shoot his load onto Kathleen. Getting close, so close that his cock could almost spit precum into Kathleen’s face, he realised that this woman, who he had never met before was getting desperate. She raised a hand to try and take hold of the cock but Paul, as instructed stepped back out of reach. “No touching,” Emma said to the side of him and he watched as Kathleen slowly, forced her hand back down to her lap. “Good, now get in closer,” Emma said, and Paul stepped towards the younger of the two women again.

The moment had arrived though, and Paul felt his cock pulse and strain, the tip feeling like it was going to explode as he reached the point of no return. Three more tugs were enough, and with a grunt his dick exploded, thick, hot, white spurts of cum shooting forth and landing on Kathleen’s face, hair and clothes. As it landed on Kathleen’s face, the spunk made her jump with shock, the younger woman being experienced at taking cock and cum in her pussy was inexperienced when it came to it landing elsewhere.

Rising from her seat, Emma walked over and as Paul’s orgasm subsided, she made sure that he shook the last of the cum from his cock and fingers onto Kathleen’s face. Then, guiding Paul away from the recipient with a wave of her hand, Emma leaned in closer, “punishment, having to receive the pleasure of a man while getting none yourself, a real slut learns to enjoy these moments.”

“What is going on here?” the voice was unexpected and came from behind Emma. She turned to face the speaker, knowing already that it was her husband Tom.

“Hi darling, Kathleen is just getting a face full of Paul’s cum without any chance at pleasure as punishment for the fact that she fucked Peter on the day she arrived.”

“What?” Tom was shocked at the comment and struggled to find the words to express his anger.

“It’s fine now,” Emma reassured him, “she is in chastity and is learning her place within our home.”

Tom did not seem convinced, but he also knew that it was better to have this discussion with Emma in private. Instead, of talking more, he signalled for Paul to leave and took the seat that Emma had only just left. “We need to discuss what Samuel McArthur has told me after not finding his daughter,” as he made mention of Kathleen, Tom acknowledged her presence in the room. “I think it is in everyone’s interests that Kathleen hears this at the same time.”

“Can I clean myself up first?” asked Kathleen who still had cum on her face from Paul’s wank.

“No!” Tom and Emma replied in unison before looking at each other and bursting into laughter at what had happened.

Taking a seat, Emma made herself comfortable, perched on the edge as she was because of the large bustle on the red dress that she wore. When not being slutty, Emma tried as much as possible to fulfil the appearance of a respectable Southern Wife. After all there was an inherent risk in the type of visitor they might receive.

Seeing that Kathleen and Emma were ready, Tom moved to the centre of the room so that he could take the commanding position that was expected of a Southern Gentlemen. “As you know, I have just spent two days with your father,” he nodded towards Kathleen as he mentioned him, “in the search to find what he described as the corrupted and evil harlot that is his daughter.”

On hearing this description of herself, Kathleen audibly gasped, lifting a hand to her mouth and stifling a scream in the process. Emma reached out a hand, her seat being within arms-length of Emma and the two of them clasped fingers in reassurance.

“He has stated that he will move heaven and earth to find his daughter and that nobody is above suspicion for hiding her. Samuel has also said that, in the event that he finds his daughter she will be locked away for the rest of her life, hidden from society and never spoken of again.”

“What can I do?” Kathleen spoke nervously as she absorbed the words that Tom had spoken, “I cannot be locked away forever.”

“Shhh, we will not let that happen, I can see that Tom already has a proposal,” in speaking Emma tried to reassure Kathleen but she could see that the younger woman did not feel that way.

“You are correct Emma, I do have some thoughts on how we must deal with this situation, but it will not be easy for Kathleen though in the long term I feel that she will be safer.” This time Kathleen did let out a cry, she was not used to surviving on her own and the world felt harsh to her now that she needed to.

“What do you propose?”

“I know someone in the North who can look after her, someone who needs a white wife and like me is happy to support his wife in her more adventurous sexual tastes.” As he spoke, Tom winked at Emma in recognition of what he, himself had done. “There, she will be safer, many miles away from her father and almost impossible to track down.”

“If the North is safer, why did you not take me there?” Emma was curious at the mention of the idea that her husband had suitable contacts in the North.

“Because the climate is not as agreeable to me and your family were happy providing you just move away, that is not an option for Samuel, he has contacts throughout the communities of the south.”

By now, Kathleen was sobbing, tears falling down her face and splashing on to her dress. Holding out a handkerchief, Emma signalled with a wave of her hand for Tom to wait until the other woman had composed herself.

Soon the crying stopped, and Emma indicated for Tom to continue. “I have considered the best way to send Kathleen to my friend and have reached a solution. It is important that she does not travel alone but that she also does not travel in a way that draws suspicion. As such, I will ask my friend to send a carriage for her and to ensure she is safe I propose that we gift Peter with her. When he reaches the north, he will achieve manumission and take on employment within the household.”

“Woah!” Emma shouted, standing up in the process so that she could meet Tom on the same level, “why would I give up the better of my two lovers? Why not send Paul?”

“Darling, we cannot send Paul, he has a girlfriend here, he would not stay once given manumission whereas Peter will eagerly stay. Catherine has told me that they have already fucked, and Peter has been talking enthusiastically about the events of that day.”

A knot formed in Emma’s stomach and she returned to her seat, removing a fan from the sleeve of her dress and unfurling it. Ferociously she fanned herself as the felt heat and anger build within her.

“I will find you an even better cock,” Tom offered, “something truly magical as a replacement.”

There was no reply from Emma, instead she looked away from both Tom and Kathleen and refused to engage further in the conversation. Inside Emma’s thoughts were in turmoil, it was not that she disagreed with the decision it was just the idea that giving away Peter without discussion with her was upsetting.

Seeing that his wife was not engaging further Tom turned all of his attention to Kathleen, “what we need to do in the meantime is keep you safe until I can write to my friend and get him to send for you.”

Hearing this, Emma snapped, “well you might as well move her in with Peter and leave me without any cock!”

“You have Paul and before the response arrives, we will need to fulfil another date for Mrs L, I am sure of that.”

Emma could take no more and stormed from the room, slamming the door as she went. “What to do?” she thought to herself and crossing the hallway she opened the front door to find her path blocked.

Stood outside, about to knock the door was a good looking, young black man in a smart suit. Initially he did not look like a slave but on seeing Emma he snapped forward in a bow, “Mistress Emma?” he asked in clipped tones giving away the truth of his status in the process.

“You’re about the smartest looking slave I have ever seen before,” Emma replied, “who on earth keeps you to get you to behave so well?”

“I come from Mrs L, with a message…” at that the man held out a hand in which was contained a sealed letter.

“If you belong to Mrs L, then how come I have not seen you before?” asked the now curious Emma, “I saw no black slaves while I was there?”

“Mrs L decided to hide me away until she had seen you perform for the first time, now she wishes to offer you the chance to perform with me.”

Sliding a finger nail into the envelope, Emma slowly pulled it open before removing the letter. Unfolding it, she read the contents, feeling her passion grow in the process.

“Dear Whore,” the letter started.

“Your performance the other night was exquisite, and I was very pleased with our business relationship. Now though, I propose an advancement on that initial event. I send you this slave for you to consider for use in the next show, I call him Morgan the Donkey and I am sure you can guess why.

 

Yours Mrs L”

Reading the name caused Emma to raise an eyebrow in appreciation and she glanced up from the letter at the man who stood before her. “You better come inside,” she stated and stepped out of the way for the newly arrived slave to enter the house. Closing the door, Emma took hold of Morgan’s hand and lead him towards the stairs as Tom and a still emotional Kathleen appeared from the drawing room. Holding out the letter, Emma waited for Tom to take hold of it and then with a tug of her hand guided the new arrival towards her bedroom.

They entered the bedroom to find Catherine sitting naked in a chair, playing with herself. “Leave us,” instructed Emma and she watched as her maid gathered her belongs and ran from the room with a giggle.

Letting go of Morgan’s hand, Emma moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge. “Strip off your top,” commanded Emma as she watched with eyes filled with lust as the slave removed his jacket and then his shirt. His dark, unblemished skin rippled with muscle and Emma marvelled at the view. “How come you have no signs of mistreatment?”

“I was born in the cat house, a product of Mrs L’s boyfriend and one of her girls. It was arranged with the aim to raising me to be what you see now, the perfect black lover.”

“Mmm,” Emma moaned on hearing the explanation but then a thought ran through her mind, “you have been fucked by men?”

“Yes, small dicked white men, I understand fully why some women prefer men like me.”

“Come to me,” Emma requested and as she watched Morgan approach she gently slid from the bed and onto her knees on the floor. “Which do you prefer?” she asked.

“I prefer the idea of fucking a white woman,” Morgan replied without any sense of shame, “I have been told throughout my life that I will get a chance to do so but it has never arrived.”

Taking hold of the top of his trousers, Emma tugged them down until she could see the base of his cock. It was thick and as she touched it already hardening, “wow!” she whispered before looking up into Morgan’s face, “I guess you are about to discover the joy of that.”

Emma stood back up and turned her back to Morgan, “can you undo my dress?” Nervous fingers pulled at the back of her outfit but a moment later the dress fell to the floor leaving Emma naked. She turned around to see Morgan eyeing her appreciatively.

“You like what you see?” she asked but the slave was dumbfounded and simply stared at the curvy figure and pale white skin that before him. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Emma added before dropping to her knees again.

Emma tugged at the trousers and revealed more of Morgan’s length but found that the tip remained hidden from view. “I can see why they call you The Donkey,” she gasped as she studied what was already visible, moving her head back and fore and leaning in close until she could almost touch the skin.

Mentally, Emma compared Morgan to both Peter and Paul and realised that he was thicker and longer than both and she had still not uncovered the whole monster. “I can’t wait to get you inside me,” she commented and tugged one more time. On this occasion, she was finally able to reveal Morgan’s snake it its entirety and it bobbed up towards her, slapping her in the face as it did so. For a moment, Emma inhaled deeply absorbing the gorgeous smell of the cock that she was certain would soon be inside her.

Placing a hand between her legs, Emma realised that she was already wet and desperate to be fucked. “There’ll be plenty of time to explore later,” she said and rose back to her feet while one hand held onto Morgan’s swollen member. “Come with me,” she instructed as Emma edged back towards the bed and sat on it. As she did so she pulled at the cock, dragging her lover’s body with her.

Falling backwards, Emma shifted her position so that she slowly slid up the bed while Morgan climbed onto it and followed her. Fully on, Emma curled her legs out from between Morgan and wrapped them slowly around his back. “Take me,” she whispered and with one hand she pulled Morgan’s face down to meet hers and the two of them kissed. As they did, the slaves hips lowered as well, and Emma gasped as she felt the cock of her new lover push against the lips of her pussy.

Between her legs, pushing his way into her sex, Morgan felt even bigger than he had in her hand. Carefully he inched his way into her, each gentle push making her gasp as Emma found herself opened up in a way no man had ever managed before. “Take me,” she moaned in between kisses and a scream escaped her lips as Morgan pushed himself even deeper.

After what felt like an eternity, Morgan finally seemed to reach a point of no return and with one hand Emma checked to realise that there was a good inch or him still protruding. “I need to take all of you,” she said, “force your way into me until I cum.”

Morgan did not need to be asked twice and he slid himself in and out of Emma with increasingly powerful thrusts, the sensations driving the slut wild in the process. The two of them fucked hard and each time Emma felt like Morgan was somehow finding a way to go even deeper into her until, somehow, amazingly, his hips slapped against her clit.

As he managed it Morgan stopped for a moment, fully inserted deep into his lover and in that moment, without any movement they both orgasmed. Emma’s pussy sucked on Morgan’s dick as she screamed in orgasmic delight as his cum surged along the length of his tool before squirting deep into her. The experience was intense and the two of them locked eyes as they stared at each other in surprise, shock and pleasure. Then, drained, Morgan collapsed onto Emma’s chest and the two of them lay there in an embracing, panting and unable to move.

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