A Fantasy of a Time Gone BybyTxdelicatablegrl©
It was a hot sultry night in the Louisiana bayou. The Spanish moss seemed to drip off the cypress trees it clung to. Claire hurriedly dressed as she prepared to sneak away under the cover the darkness would provide her. It would envelope her lush body like a rich cloak. Claire lived on her family's plantation. It was a lovely place and it had been willed to her and her husband when they passed away the year before. Her husband had gone into the city for the night to make some financial arrangements with their crops and she was all-alone except for the house servants. Summers were always hot and steamy. Her flesh had already started to become hot and a few beads of sweat dripped from her forehead. She was definitely a Southern belle, soft pale skin that glimmered in the moonlight, brown hair that curled into tight locks around her face, and a petite form.
She moaned softly thinking of what was to come as she took the back door out of the house. He would be waiting for her under the weeping willows by the docks. She stole away like a thief in the night making sure no one saw or followed her. Slowly she made her way to the docks. She smiled seeing him stretched out on the grass. His face lit up only by the light of a few candles he'd taken from the house. He was so gorgeous she thought to herself. He was Marcus the butler, also a slave. His caramel skin contrasted to hers like night and day. She approached him almost in a run and nearly knocked him over when she sank down into his arms. She started to kiss him feverishly. Her body felt so alive, goose bumps darted all over her flesh. Yes it was forbidden, but they loved each other, they'd grown up together. Besides her husband no longer slept in the same bed she did anymore.
He began to fumble with the laces of her dress and laid her down on the ground pulling her petticoat up around her hips as he lowered his trousers with his other hand. Marcus had a beautiful member and it throbbed in the moonlight. He brushed his hands over her sex stroking the downy soft hair there. She moaned and her hips raised against his soft and eager touch. Ever so softly he parted her lips and plunged his tongue inside of her like she was a ripe melon and her juices began to burst forth from her like a melon's juices. Hungrily she cried out. Begging for more. He drove two fingers hard inside of her hungry pussy. Licking his tongue along her lips and pushing it against her clit hood till her clitoris exposed itself like a pearl from a clam shell. "Fill me.....Fill me please" she cried. Marcus rose up in a kneeling position and began to stroke himself in front of her. His hard cock bobbing back and forth. "Is this what you want my little minx?" he said. "Oh yes, yes more then anything", she moaned. He smiled and slowly sank into her. Just the tip letting her lips open and close around him like smooth kid gloves. How luscious she was how tight. He began to push harder....more of his cock dipping into her wet cove. He watched his cock slide in and out of her as she thrashed beneath him. "Oh yes give it to me," she begged him.
He smiled to himself thinking a lady and a wildcat all rolled into one. Then, suddenly he buried himself deep inside of her. Her vaginal walls gripped him tight as he pulled her bodice open and let her small but luscious breasts fall out before him. He started to pinch and pull on each one with both hands. She let out a squeal and bucked harder against him. He slammed his cock as deep as he could inside of her feeling the tip rub against her cervix knowing that he was all the way in to his balls. Then he smiled down at her and held her as he rolled over so that she was on top of him.
"Ride me, beautiful," he exclaimed. "Ride me like a stallion." She bore down hard on his thick hard rod clenching her muscles tight down around it. As she bent down he lifted up to grasp both of her lovely breasts in his hands and brought them together. Lashing his tongue over the right nipple and then the left sucking them. Claire reached in between her legs and found her soft bud of pleasure and started to rub it. She could feel her juices flowing down over his thighs and the hair of his groin. She began to quiver and shake as she came squeezing him so tight...starting to milk his cum out of him as well. He groaned and pushed her off...Rising up on his knees once more and stroking his cock till he spurted three or four splashes of his semen all over her tits and her stomach. She eagerly licked them up tasting his salty essence.
They did after all have to be careful. What would everyone say if she was suddenly with child...and then the baby's father was a slave. But their passion they could always share in secret.