Slut Wife
2005-06-23
His Slave
Eliza bit hard into the muscular, almost black shoulder of her lover, muffling her rapturous cry as the large sweat covered slave pounded his huge cock within her. In a grand act of defiance he had pulled her into the Masters bedroom and was now ravishing her perfect white body, his large frame heavy over her smaller one, fitting perfectly between her soft white thighs, together they looked like a perfect swirl of chocolate and cream. Her knees were slightly bent, toes curling with each forceful plunge of his rock hard manhood. Her back arched and her sharp fingernails dug deeply into his strong arms. By her ear, his hot mouth whispered obscenities that once would have made her blush, but now sent sweet thrills through her, exciting her more, pulling her closer and closer to the completion she sort.
With long slow yet strong stokes he drew out every drop of pleasure her tight little body had to offer; Never had she imagined that it could be this way. Her husband worked over her nightly, taking his pleasure in short quick jabs; he may as well have been on his own as he’d sort his climax at high speed. But she now understood why he persisted, understood the shudders that overtook him and the almost whimpered moan in her ear, just before he’d roll over, forgetting that she was even in the room.
But she wasn’t with her husband now, oh no, he defiantly was not the man driving her body to delicious ecstasy with each stroke. No that man was Ben, her husbands' slave – Her Master.
***
Eliza sat quietly at dinner, slowly, politely eating her meal. Trying desperately not to notice the leering looks her husband was throwing her.
“So”, he spoke gruffly causing her to cringe away “Christmas is coming soon, I’ve invited my mother and brother to stay. You’ll inform the Niggers in the Kitchen”
“Yes Husband”, she nodded, clenching her fists under the table. She hated it when he called them that.
“And decorate this place for Christs’ sake, looks like a morgue in here”, he grinned cruelly as she shrank back, tears springing in her eyes.
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He knew how much pride she took in keeping a good house.
“Yes husband”, she swallowed hard, forcing back her anger. She knew it would do no good to argue. As she finished her meal the house girl Annie took her plate and moved around to take the Masters. Her husbands slow up and down gaze over the girl was not lost on Eliza, she wondered if he’d been lying with Annie as well. She had to bite her lip to hold back the laugh welling up. Poor girl if he was.
Annie was quite pretty for a slave. Her dark skin was smooth, tight and shiny, her long black hair was tied neatly and she wore a simple white house dress. Unlike the regular slaves who wore clothes made of the sackcloth that could be spared, she was given a simple white dress made of cotton. She looked quite fetching actually.
Eliza wondered how Ben knew so much about Annies’ sexual favours. Had he already lain with her? After all they were – alike – a wave of jealousy rolled through her. Eliza knew that although she was eager during her sexual adventures with Ben, she was not very experienced and Ben often had to show her what to do and how to move. I bet Annie would know a hundred different ways to please him.
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She found herself wondering what their mating would be like. She imagined something fast and animalistic. Annie bent over a bench in the stable while Ben rammed her again and again from behind. She imagined Annie moaning as her head tipped back, Ben holding her tight little butt still while he made her his with long hard strokes that seemed to shake the whole stable. Biting her soft neck before capturing her wanton lips in a…. .
“What the hells the matter with you woman!” her husband snapped her back to reality. “You look like a starving dog”, he sneered, smirking at her hurt expression.
“Nothing my husband, I – I guess I’m just tired”, she kept her eyes low as she spoke, “If you don’t mind I’ll just go down and give the kitchen …”, she couldn’t finish, couldn’t say that foul word, “give them their instructions then go to bed”. She was relieved at his uninterested wave of dismissal, his attention once again distracted by the view of Annie bending to retrieve a dropped cloth.
Eliza left the room, breathing a silent sigh of relief at being out of his presence. Just being in a room with that man was exhausting. The scream never had a chance as a large black hand covered her mouth, and another strong hand pushed her hard against the wall in the hallway, just out of her husbands’ line of vision.
***
John waved a distracted, uninterested hand at his wife, dismissing her. Fuck she was so wet, how could he have been forced to marry such a dull woman.
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Not an ounce of spirit in her. But his attention wasn’t on his wife no that had been firmly taken by the house Maids tight little ass. When she bent over in that white cotton dress he could see her tight brown ass clearly. Fuck she wasn’t wearing panties! He felt his cock hardening as he watched her. She couldn’t have been more then 19, ripe for picking. Possibly still a virgin, and if not she’d still have a nice tight little cunt. He’d never fucked a slave before, always considered them far too below him. But she one hot bitch and his cock was becoming painfully hard.
Go on, just a quick one. , he thought, She’s yours’ after all, just fuck her fast and blow, his cock jumped at the thought and his mind was made up.
He stood, and grabbed Annie by the arm.
***
Shock and a little fear filled Elizas’ eyes as she met the dark eyes of Ben.
“Ben – What are you doing”, she hissed, “My husband – your Master is right there”, she flicked her head to the side, signalling that he was just out of eyesight. Bens’ hands gripped her upper arms tightly, bruising her soft flesh as his mouth moved closer to her ear.
“Then you’d better shut the fuck up”, he whispered sternly into her ear.
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Quickly his hand grabbed her skirts and lifted them so his hands could explore the silky white skin of her thigh. “Oh honey you are soooo soft, did you do what I told you?”, without waiting for a response his hand moved higher to find that she was, as instructed, not wearing underwear.
She gasped as his hand found her bare pussy, a single finger stroking across her tight slit. He looked deep into her eyes as he caressed her, a wicked smile forming as he watched her draw closer and closer to her reward. Her muscles tightened and her body shuddered as his hand continued to stroke, her eyes never left his as she silently enjoyed the rocking waves of pleasure.
***
“Master?” Annies’ eyes were full of fear as she saw the lustful look in his, “Master please don’t, I am your property I know but I’m…” she hesitated.
“Your what?”, he spoke, smile widening knowing very well what was coming his cock pressing even harder against his pants.
“I’m a virgin, I was saving myself” tears began to well in her eyes as she looked up at him, silently pleading for her chastity.
“Saving yourself for someone other then your Master?” He watched her cringe at his fake rage; he roughly pulled her closer looking deeply into her fearful eyes, his lust growing stronger with every second. He turned her away, pushing her down onto the table, pulling up her flimsy white dress to expose her bare dark brown ass. It was so tight and shiny, he couldn’t help himself. He delivered a sharp smack to her ass, quivering at her pained gasp.
Deftly he opened his pants, as he looked down at her tight ass, trembling at the realization that he would soon be blowing his hot seed inside her extra tight virgin pussy. He bent his knees positioning himself, his large cock pushing hard against her tight opening.
“Oooo you bitch, this is going to feel so good, don’t worry, I’m pretty sure it won’t take long” he laughed under his breath as he pushed the first inch of his cock inside her, “Oh fuck this is good”, he kept pushing, his cock going deeper, deeper till he met with the barrier proving her virginity.
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“Fuck! oh fuck you really are a virgin, and so tight”, the last words were hissed from between his clenched teeth as he pushed forward past the barrier and deep into her till now untouched cunt, sinking deeper and still deeper till his balls were touching her soft pussy lips. He was deaf to her pained cry as red hot pleasure coursed through him.
***
“Eliza”, her name whispered in her ear brought her back to realty. Dear god she’d just allowed Ben to bring her to climax while her husband sat just a few feet away! “You promised Eliza”, he whispered “You promised to be mine whenever I desired you”. Slowly he turned them so that he was now leaning against the wall.
“Ben please; he could come through any minute!” her whispered plea didn’t faze him.
“You’d better get on with it then”, he spoke putting pressure on her shoulders forcing her down onto her knees. He quickly pulled open his dirty pants to free his hardness. He was unable to prevent the chuckle as he watched realisation of what he wanted her to do pass over her pretty face.
“Ben. . . ”
“It’s real easy, just hold back your teeth and keep your lips tight, I’ll take care of the rest”, he grinned down at his Masters wife as she moved closer to his throbbing shaft, gently taking the head into her very hot mouth. He curled his fingers into her hair, holding her fast and pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, thrilled by his mastery over her.
After all the times the Master had called him Boy and Niger, the scars on his back from that god damn whip.
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Here he was just out of site and with his cock down the Masters’ Wifes’ throat. Ben fucked her mouth, so hot and tight and wet, he fucked faster, excitement rising as he heard his Masters voice in his head. Slave – Boy – Niger, over and over while she sucked and swallowed. All of a sudden the waves of rapture burst from where he was firmly rooted in her wanting mouth and flowing through his trembling body. “That’s right Eliza, swallow the slave cum”
Eliza swallowed the last of his seed, arousal filling her at the foul words pouring out of his mouth, obviously in the throes of his completion. But as she looked up she realised that he was no longer looking at her but over her shoulder to a figure standing in the door way. Suddenly his words took on a whole new meaning.
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