Bedroom Slave

Miss Abbey walked through the lines of slaves, followed by her own coterie; three large black men wearing nothing but tight trousers. Whispers went down the line about Miss Abbey; it was rumored that she bought slaves only for her sexual pleasures; a widower she'd found comfort in having well-endowed men around her. A young widow at 35 she was very comely and they knew that they would be treated well in her company, her slaves never had any marks on them and they were all well-fed. It had even been rumored that if they pleased her well that when she tired of their company they would be freed.

The overseer took Sam back into a tent with Miss Abbey where the man forced the slave to disrobe; Miss Abbey inspected Sam's limp package. Frowning, she nodded at the overseer who immediately left the tent, leaving her there with her three slaves that she'd brought with her and Sam.

"My name is Miss Abbey," she told him. He nodded, not wanting to talk until he was sure it was ok. She smiled a little and told him, "You may talk freely in front of me."

"Yes Ma'am. My name is Sam." He stood stiffly, not sure of what to expect.

"Call me Miss please," she corrected him gently, every bit the southern lady, "I feel old when people call me Ma'am." Despite himself, Sam felt a smile creeping onto his face and he saw the delight in her eyes at his smile and he relaxed, allowing himself to actually grin at her.

Stepping forward she looked up at him and went on her tiptoes to kiss him, her small mouth fluttering against his and the stiff fabric of her dress pressing against his naked body. It was the first kiss he'd had in a long time, and from such an attractive woman like her... he was already stiffening. Really, it had been far too long since he'd had a woman's touch and so he was reacting without any control. After a long and passionate kiss, her little hands pressed against his chest, she pulled away - although she left his hands there. He was surprised at how erotic her paleness against his dark chest looked, he'd never really thought about skin color in that way before.

The expression on her face was very pleased as she looked at his large dick, smiling up at him she patted his cheek and went out to talk to the overseer. As soon as she was gone the other three slaves gathered around him, congratulating him and introducing themselves - George, Darrel, and Henry. They explained that the rumors were very true and that she'd been looking for a replacement for one of the slaves that she'd freed - they'd just gotten past the point where each other's company was enjoyable but there were no hard feelings. Miss Abbey was an easy taskmistress on all her people, although especially on those destined for... bedroom work.

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That evening was the first that Sam spent in her bed. One of the other slaves stayed in the room - basically to make sure that Sam would remain properly grateful to his new mistress and not try to escape. They didn't really need the extra guard though because Sam was already quite fond of his new mistress; everyone had eaten a fantastic dinner together (it was probably the best and most filling meal that he'd had in his life) and he'd found her to be kind, humorous and good-natured. Everything that anyone would like in a woman. Not to mention that she was very beautiful and if nothing else he'd been left with blueballs earlier that day... knowing that he most certainly wouldn't be now was quite nice.

The first thing that startled him was that she didn't seem to expect to be pleasure right away. Of sure, she stripped down and his eyes caressed her body like his hands were longing to do, but instead she had him lie down on the bed and then began to explore him with hands and tongue. Unsure of what he was allowed to do he just lay there for the first few minutes, moaning as she caressed his nipples and her mouth worked up his neck to his earlobes. Pulling away she kissed him on the lips and smiled.

"You can touch me back, however you want," she told him, and he eagerly took a hold on her body, running his hands up and down her white flesh. He had never had a white woman and he found the thought of mounting one quite a turn-on, almost as though it was a way to get back at those white folk who kept his people in slavery.

They kissed, passionately and she began to move down his body again; this time he caressed her breasts and the soft skin of her shoulders and back. Every part of her was every bit the lady; soft, pale and creamy. He liked to look at the way their skin looked against each other, the stark difference was very arousing... even more arousing was the way her little ivory hand looked as it fisted his hard dick. Licking her pink lips she lowered her mouth to the head of his dick and her tongue lashed out, flicking against the sensitive head. He moaned happily as her mouth engulfed him, moving down and trying to swallow as much as she could.

Greedy Miss Abbey, she couldn't take all of him between those pretty pink lips but she gave it her best shot; slobbering over his dick like it was a piece of expensive chocolate. Moving his hips up and down he stroked her hair, moaning loudly as her tongue swirled around his shaft. To his disappointment she didn't stay there for very long; but as she straddled his waist he decided that was ok too. Her pussy was so pretty and pink; a pale pink almost like the inside of the sea shells that he'd seen in her dining room. Next to that delicate pink and ivory opening his cock looked incredibly large and dark, almost threatening... he decided that he liked the contrasting appearance.

Her pouty lips made a little "o" as she lowered herself onto his fat cock, he groaned and put his hands on her hips as she sank onto him. Incredibly tight, her pussy gripped and released, moving around his dick as it swallowed him up until their groins were pressed tightly together. Closing her eyes she squirmed on top of him, rubbing her splayed pussy lips against him. Then she began to move up and down, slowly at first and getting faster and faster, her heavy creamy breasts bouncing seductively. Using his stomach muscles and his hands on her hips he pulled himself up, unable to resist the hard pink nipples that topped her globes, like cherries on vanilla ice cream.

Sucking and nibbling on her breasts, his hands wrapped around her back as she fucked him, riding him like a man would a horse. Her intense enjoyment was obvious in her passionate moans and the glazed look in her eyes. Gripping her rounded buttocks he squeezed them, helping her up and down on his shaft; every time he bit down on her nipple her pussy would convulse around his shaft. Switching back and forth between her breasts he licked and sucked, nibbling on both of the pink buds until they were a reddish pink.

With a sudden and resounding cry she slammed herself down onto his body and ground hard, her pussy clamping down on his dick and making him jerk in reaction. Gasping with surprise, his dick began to release white frothiness into her pussy just as she began to shake and heave on top of him, cumming hard.

Collapsing back onto the bed, Sam smiled as she fell on top of him, nuzzling her head into his shoulder. This was probably the best day he'd ever had in his life. It got even better as she pulled herself away from his limp dick but then began to suck on his earlobe again, working her way from his neck, down his chest and to his groin where she began to clean their sex juices from his groin. As his dick began to stir back to life she gripped it and looked up at him, a happy and wicked grin on her pretty face.

"You on top this time," she said, her tongue flicking out and licking his dick.

Oh yes... he was going to enjoy his time here quite a lot. He could already tell.