Slave Owner

Christine knew that she was a bad girl, but she couldn't help it. It was wrong... she knew it was wrong... but every night she snuck down to the river to watch her father's plantation slaves bathe. They were just so fascinating, their muscles so much larger than any other man she'd ever met... and their dark skin glistened so prettily when wet. She often wondered what it would look like if she placed her small white hand on one of their broad black chests...

More than that, naughtier than that, she wondered what their long black snakes would look like pushed up against her pretty pink pussy. She'd started shaving the hair between her legs a long time ago, not liking the way it looked; although her mother had taken a cane to her backside when she'd seen it, Christine had never stopped. Now she licked her lips, watching the heavy weapons as they swayed between the men's heavily muscled legs. That wasn't what they would look like when they were ready to mate, she knew that from watching her father's stallions. They would become much much bigger.

Putting her hands underneath her petticoats, she played with her pussy wondering how something so large could fit into such a small opening. One day, maybe she would find out.

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Christine was a wild girl, oversexed for someone her age really. She knew far more about sex than any other 18 year old girl that she knew; she'd even had it once before. Sort of. Her so-called lover had entered her, thrust wildly a few times, and then pulled out to spill white seed all over her breasts and belly. It had hardly been a satisfying experience, she'd gotten much better at playing with herself though, bringing her own pleasure. A few times she'd even been incredibly naughty and found things around the house to play with her pussy... she didn't have her maidenhead anymore. It had broken one day when she'd been masturbating with the handle of a wooden hairbrush. Not that it mattered, as unsatisfying as her first sexual experience had been, she still wouldn't have had a maidenhead after that anyway.

Life on the plantation was dull for her though. She longed for adventure and excitement, the lack of both led her to wander through the woods often, finding places to play with herself out of the sight of prying eyes. That was how she found the spot where the male slaves bathed originally, out walking after dark, she'd come upon them in the woods and made sure they hadn't seen her so that she could keep watching. Their manhoods looked much bigger than the one that had taken her virginity, even soft. She was curious about the differences between them and white males, she couldn't see any other than their skin color really. Some of them had bigger manhoods, some had smaller; they were better muscled and with less fat. She rather liked that.

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One day Christine was off playing with herself in the woods again, getting braver than she had been in the past, she stripped off her dress and undid her corset, letting her breasts spill out of the top. Playing with her nipples, she moaned and pulled up her petticoats, revealing the wicked naughtiness that she wasn't wearing any drawers. Dipping her fingers into her pussy, she closed her eyes and bit her lip as two of them slid inside her body, pressing against the elastic walls of her pussy until she found her g-spot. Carefully and gently pressing it, she started to heat up the fires in her body, her mind filled with the images of large black cocks splitting open her wet pinkness. Starting to moan, she humped her hips against her hand, pinching her nipple hard as she writhed with excitement.

Suddenly she shrieked and her eyes flew open as a branch cracked about two feet in front of her. With her hands still on her breast and pussy, her fingers still stuck inside her, she looked at a very large, very muscular slave. He smiled at her, and her eyes were drawn down to the substantial bulge that had been created in his trousers; but still he didn't move.

"Come here," she whispered, "Help me... please."

His eyes lit up, and he moved forward, getting to his knees in between her spread thighs and latching his lips onto her free nipple. Christine moaned with pleasure at both the sensation and the beauty of his ebony skin against her ivory. Beautiful and dangerous, but she loved it all the same. Freeing her hand from her pussy, she started running her hands over his shoulders as his mouth moved to her other nipple. Frantically, she started trying to pull him against her, her hands scrabbling at the ties of his trousers. She was on fire with need from her interrupted masturbation and, more than that, here was a chance to make her fantasy come true. Surely this would be a much more pleasant experience than her first.

Although his dick seemed to be about the same size as her first lover's, she thought it was much more pleasing. Maybe it was the fact that it seemed slightly purplish rather than an angry reddish pink, or maybe it was just the way her hand looked against its smooth darkness. Gripping him firmly, she started trying to drag him to her. The man laughed a little and pressed his mouth against hers, his tongue invading her like she wished his cock would do. With his hands on her breasts, kneading them roughly, he moved his hips forward to press against her pussy.

Christine cried out into his mouth as he rammed forward, shoving half of himself into her shocked, split cunt. She pushed him away from her mouth, wanting to watch as it entered her; with wide eyes she looked at their joined bodies, the thick black log moving in and out of her pussy, glistening with her juices. It was frightening and wonderful, gorgeous and yet slightly sinister. Everything that they were doing was so wrong, and it was making it so much more exciting. Anyone could catch them out here, in the woods, come upon them like he had come upon her while she masturbated. The thought excited her even more.

Clutching him to her, she looked up into the forest's canopy, the trickles of sunlight that came through and gave light to patches of their skin. Biting her lip, she tried not to make too much noise as he finally entered her completely and ground his hips against her, rubbing harshly against her clit. Writhing, she could feel her pussy burning as he started to pump in and out of her, shoving her across the ground with each heavy thrust. Dimly she realized that there would be dirt all over her petticoats, but she didn't care anymore; she didn't care about anything except the dick in her body and the way her white hands looked against his black shoulders.

In her mind she could see the black snake inside her pinkness, thrusting and splitting her open. Wrapping her legs around his body, her pale thighs squeezed his sides as she opened her mouth to shriek her ecstacy. Smartly, he pressed his hand against her mouth to keep her from making too much noise. Muffled cries as she came and thrashed were all that was heard in the clearing, and he grunted with effort as he redoubled his attack on her convulsing pussy. Christine's nails dug into his back as the best orgasm of her life so far swept over her, completely encompassing her entire body in its wave of pleasure. As the slave made his final thrust and his sperm started to spill into her open crevice, she could feel him pulsing against the walls of her interior and she gasped with the pleasure of it.

Afterwards he would pull out of her and stand, his entire body visible to her sprawled view. Eyes gleaming, he pointed to his crotch and ordered, "Clean me."

A little unsure, Christine got to her knees and he wound his hands into her hair, bringing her mouth forwards. Suddenly understanding, she began to lick at the juices that covered his genitals, taking the softened dick into her mouth. It didn't taste bad exactly, although it was a very new taste for her... she wondered what was hers and what was his. When he was clean, he lowered his hands to her nipples, pinching and twisting the little buds so that she could feel something stirring in her pussy again.

"You will meet me here tonight, yes?" her pussy quivered in response.

"Yes," she whispered, pressing her breasts forward, trying to get more contact.

Instead he smiled and released her, she wanted to whimper with the loss of sensation. Nodding, he went off. She realized that he had probably missed his bathing time because of her... And then she realized that a slave had given her orders like he expected her to follow. Looking around the ground at her clothes and the dirt on her petticoats, she realized that she would.