Oliver the SlaveNote: This story may be offensive to some as it is set in the era of slavery in the US Deep South, and uses the word “nigger”. Ever since I was a boy and saw Roots I have had sexual fanatsies about interracial coupling based on the erotic power imbalances of that era. If this is not your thing then just move on now and read no further, but understand that I write this as an open-minded male who far from being racist, admires people of different ethnicity and has a tendency to find black men and women among the most sexually perfect creatures of god. The Story takes place in Alabama at the time when enslavement of negro people was legal and customary in the rural parts. Julia Hayes, was the wife of John, English immigrants to Alalbama who came over in 1820. Together they owned a small cotton farm, and they had acquired three slaves to work the fields. The slaves lives in a small hut in the backyard of their house. John and Julia were young and starting out on their farm. John was 26 and Julia just 20. But within six months, tragedy struck and it was to change everything. John took his two older slaves with him on a trip to the market in Montgomery. It was a day’s journey and they had to traverse a mountain pass. On the way back, it was getting to dusk as they approached the pass. Despite the danger of travelling in darkness on a narrow path with s cliff to one side, they pressed on. One of the horse took fright and bucked, the wagon lurched to the left and teetered for a second, then toppled over the edge. Two horses, three men and the suppies tumbled off the edge and down the 60 foot drop. There were no survivors.After the funeral, Julia decided she must make the most of her lot. She is a young Englishwoman, pale skinned and unused to the summer heat in Alabama, but she is a long way from home, has no other family and must get on as best she can. She cannot afford another slave until she makes some money. Her remaining slave – Oliver – is a young buck, 19 years old. He is African, deep ebony skinned and has cropped wiry black hair. He is tall and very muscular, about 6 feet, 5 inches in height. He is made for hard labour and Julia will have to rely on him to make the living for her since her husband is dead. Julia is a creature of her time. The white landowners have been trained to treat their negroes as property, intelligent workshorses, and to keep them under control with ruthless discipline. Discipline takes the form of a bullwhip and like all her contemporaries, Julia knows that to be able to wield the whip on a negro without flinching is part of her power. She is not a cruel person, but she is pragmatic. Whn Kunta deserves a lash, he must get one – soemtimes even when he does not, to impress upon him who is boss. Julia is good natured and since Oliver is a hard worker and does not complain or skive off, she has only rare occasion to whip him. She even makes him lemonade when he does a good job and since her husband died, she started letting Kunta use her bathroom to wash. This she felt he had earned as since the other slaves died he must work three times harder, and with nobody else around there is no cause to prevent him keeping himself clean. One evening, as the sun was setting, Julia was heading to the washroom after a long day of house chores. She was exhausted and could really use a bath. She was about to enter when she heard water splashing sounds inside. She realised that Oliver must have just started to bathe. She felt angry and frustrated that he had not checked with her first. But just as he she was about give in to the impulse to rap on the door and tell him to get out, something made her pause. Instead, she tried the door, finding it unlocked. She quietly opened the door a crack, so it was ajar and she could peek into the washroom. There was Oliver, standing up naked in the tub. She had a back view at him. She admired his tall, athletic body, the broad shoulders and his well-toned muscular thighs and ass. She wondered what it would feel to the touch. She watched as he soaped himself, the perfect black skin streaked with lather and bubbles as he sponged. As he continued to soap his body down, bending over occasionally to recharge the sponge with sopay water, he turned sideways, so she could see his ripped stomach muscles and his well-sculpted biceps. She thought as she gazed on his powerful frame, “He could easily overpower me and run away but he probably figured he wouldn’t get far before a posse caught him and lynched him.”Then as he turned a little more she saw it. His penis. It was flaccid, but even in that condition it was a dark magnificence. It was at least 7 inches long, she judged – and very thick. The skin was even darker than the rest of his body. As giresun escort she watched him scrub himself down head to toe, Julia couldn’t help thinking that this was the first cock she had seen since her husband’s death. Indeed as she remembered her husband John, a pang of remorse gripped her that there had been no fruit from their union. She had wondered about this – all the times they had fucked over the two years and no c***dren. Their sex had not been very exciting for her. In truth, she had known only this one man and knew no different other than that her orgasms were usually achieved through touching herself, long after her husbnd had ejaculated into her and rolled over to fall into a deep sleep, his own needs sated but her itch unscratched.Now she was gazing upon Oliver’s negro manhood, she could not help but compare its resting girth and length with that of her late husband. Oliver was far better endowed. Indeed, his long thick penis befitted his massive physique. He was a bull of a man, so it was right that she should have a bull cock. She thought briefly of the couplings of the farm bull with their cows – the brutish power of the coopulation, the enormity of the bull’s shaft and the hugeness of the scrotum that dangled beneath, like a giant seed pod. Whebnever she had watched bulls and horses coupling as a c***d, the events had a strange effect on her, making her hot in the cheeks and giving her a guilty feeling as if she was intruding on something she should not see. Yet the excitement of it, the bellow as the bull ejaculated and dismounted, the now semi-erect cock dangling, glistening and drooling on the sand. She felt herself getting a little wet between the legs. Her mind wandered from c***dhood memories to the presence of her new bull. She wrestled with the uncomfortable realisation that she wanted to have sex with Oliver, a negro slave. Her wet pussy was telling her so; her pale green eyes were telling her so; her dry mouth was telling her so. But in the back of head alarm bells rang. She knew this was taboo. The society she lived in would look down on her for that, maybe even ostracize her completely, or worse, lynch her as a nigger lover.She returned to her room feeling a bit hot. She lay down on her bed naked to cool off. She opened a window to let some air in. She started thinking about Oliver’s thick staff. She couldn’t get out of her mind that it was so long and girthful, seemng so potent although not even erect. She thought how magnificent would it be hen fully rampant and engorged with blood. She fantasized about Oliver with an enormous erection, coming into her room.She fingered herself as the scene materialised in her dream. ‘Wow,” she thought to herself as she masturbated on her bed, ‘I wonder how big it is when it is hard?’ As she touched herself and thought about these forbidden things, excitement grew, and it was not long until her breathing came hard and shallow and she was overtaken by a delicious but vaguley unstatisfactory orgasm. She knew there was more. She must oome up with an idea to get him, to experience this man for real.Two days later Oiver was working hard on the field so Julia brought out a glass of lemonade for him.“Thanks Ma’am,” he said.“Good work, well done Oliver!” she said then patted him on the butt. He looked kind of embarrassed. “When your done out here I have somethin’ for you in the living room.” Julia told him, as she started away to the house with the empty glass. ‘Well I never,’ Oliver thought as he finished his work on the field, ‘the white woman has a gift fer me.’ Hours later, Oliver stepped back into the house after a hard day of work. There in the living room he was met by Julia. She was wearing a white cotton button up blouse and a skirt. He was shocked to see that she had that bull whip in her hand. “Sit down boy.” she said in a hard voice. Obediently Oliver took a seat on the sofa directly in front of her. “Oliver I’ve been watchin’ you for a while now,” she said with a stern look on her face. “And I want you.”“Want me for what ma’am?” Bobby said confused and a little afraid of the whip.“Oh, I think you know,” she said, slowly unbuttoning her blouse.Oliver stood up. “But ma’am I can’t,” he protested. “They’d lynch me fer sure if they found out.”Julia cracked her whip, her blouse unbuttoned one fourth down. “Boy did I tell you to stand?” Oliver sat back down. “I won’t tell nobody so you won’t get in any trouble.” She completely unbuttoned her blouse revealing her ample breasts. “Now you better tell me you like these,” she said, showing him her breasts.“Yessum but……” She interrupted with a crack of her whip.“But what?” He remained silent. “Now stand up boy!” she hissed. He obeyed her like a dog. “Now strip butt naked, escort giresun I want to see what kind of property I own” she demanded, brandishing the whip.“But ma’am what if someone finds out,” he protested.“I told ya’ already boy I wont tell no one! Now strip starting with your shirt.” He didn’t move. “If ya won’t listens to me maybe you’ll listen to my whip.” Julia whipped him, lashing him with the first stroke across the chest then a second time on his belly. He yelled in pain. He could easily overpower her, but he knew his fate if he did, it was smarter to obey her. Against his will he took off his shirt. He felt very uncomfortable but he had no choice. “Now drop your pants and everything else,” she demanded, whip raised in hand.“But ma’am,” he started just to get whipped across his bare chest two more times.“Don’t talk back. Do what I say or I’ll tell them you hit me and you’ll get lynched for sure. And call me missus from now – do you got that nigger?” she ordered.“Yes missus,” he said dropping his pants to reveal his flaccid manhood. She tried to push him back onto the couch but he was just too big and heavy.“Sit down nigger, I got something fer ya.” He sat down and she sat next to him, dropping her whip. She began to massage his cock. Soon enough it was fully erect. She gasped at its power in her hand. The veins pulsing under her fingers had their won beat as if she were solding on to a throbbing heart. The swollen cock was now gorged with blood and rampant. Her fingers could not close around its crcumference and she judged that it was at least ten inched long. “Oh, my,” she thought, staring at his huge cock. “How am I supposed to handle that?” She grabbed it with both hands and squeezed hard. She jerked it up and down, peeling back the foreskin to expose the blue-black glans with each down stroke. She continued to pump him till a copious clear glistening coat of precum built up at the tip of the head. She licked her lips then put her mouth around this enormous ebony dick head. She circled it with her tongue. She enjoyed the salty taste, the smoothness and began to suck on the head and to feel for the slit of his peehole with her tongue. She kept one hand jerking him off, the warm pulsation of his beating cock makeing her feel as though she were controlling a wild a****l on a leash as she sucked him and played with his balls with the other hand. She sucked deeper and harder. She sucked so hard that any prying neighbour in the porch could hear the slurping noises from outside. She was enjoying her nigger’s dick when he grabbed her by the head and started to face fuck her. She was taken by surprise at first then went along with it in a rhythm. She liked it. When she sensed him about to cum she, she sucked on only the head as she jerked him off with two hands. He let out a long moan as he shot his thick wads of seed into her mouth. There was so much it was ridiculous! Julia tried to swallow it all but couldn’t, it just came out way too fast. It filled her mouth and some came out her nose. She moved her head off his dick as she coughed on his cum. Sperm was dripping everywhere, over her chin and onto her breasts. After she cleared her throat she wiped the cum from her nose onto her hand and licked it up. Boy, did she like that nigger jizz, she thought as she began to lick that cum up off Oliver’s now semi-erect dick. She licked her own breasts clean, getting every last drop of Oliver’s man juice that was left. When she was done licking herself she slapped Oliver across the face. “Don’t you ever touch me again without me telling you! Do you got that boy?” she yelled at him.“Yes missus,” he said obediently. Julia stood up and dropped her skirts right in front of Oliver. Her heart quickened joyfully as she noticed him getting hard again. Shes smiled.“You dirty boy, you want this don’t you,” said she, stroking her pink pussy. Oliver nodded.“When I ask you a question you answer me,” she yelled, getting whip back into hand.“I do missus,” he murmured.“Speak up boy,” she cracked her whip.“I do missus,” he said clearly.“You do what? You want my cunt?”“Yes master I want your cunt.”“You dirty nigger,” she cussed him. “Stand up.” He did as told and his huge penis rubbed against her leg. She whipped his leg. “I told you not to touch me unless I said so!”“Sorry missus,” he said in pain. She raised her whip again. “Oooo you gonna be sorry boy.” She whipped him hard across his stomach and he bent over in pain. She whipped him across the back three more times before he fell to his knees. He looked up with sad eyes. “Kiss my feet,” she demanded. He kissed her small feet one by one. “Good. Now lick my toes.”He swirled his tongue around each toe individually. His tongue ticked her so she let out a giresun escort bayan small giggle. “Good,” she said satisfied. She turned around, put her whip down, and bent over. “Kiss my ass n’ I’ll forgive you.” He puckered his thick sensusous lips to her ass crack and she ordered”Lick the hole, nigger!” He licked her as instructed, tasting her ass crack, his cheeks feeling the soft warmth of her rear end. She stood straight up. “Now get down on all fours nigger.” As she expected, without a word he did as ordered. “Now crawl, crawl like the dirty nigger you are.” He crawled across the floor. Julia lay on the couch and began to stroke her pussy watching her slave crawl like a dog. “Come here boy,” Oiver crawled over to her. She forced his head between her legs, eye level with her fat hairy pussy. Julia moaned as she finger her pink-lipped cunt while Oliver watched. “Pant, you fucking useless nigger,” she screamed. Oliver panted like a dog. “Now lick me boy, eat my pussy like a dog!” He licked her pussy just like a dog would drink water out a bowl. He licked fast and hard. He licked again, and again, and again. She rubbed her clit and moaned as he licked harder. “Yes, yes,” she practically yelled at him as she held his head down while he ate her out vigorously. The pleasure from his exxpert tongue was enormous and her wetness grew. He cunt fekt swollen and engorged, loosened up. After a few minutes she came to orgasm and oozed her feminine liquors right in his mouth. He swallowed her juices. She opened her legs a little wider as she came down.“Now I’m all warmed up ready fer you.” He leaned over her now and shoved his huge black cock into the sopping thckness of her cunt.“Oww.”“Oops,” is all he said as he pulled out. She slapped him.“Not all at once, you’ll hurt me you brute.”“Sorry missus.”“Shut up and get back inside me!” He pushed his huge cock though her pussy lips. She was so wet it was easy. He got about 4 inches in her and went in and out from there. “Deeper now.” He went 3 inches deeper. “I know you can do better than that! Go faster, damn you!”He was now pumping her fast with 10 inches, wondering how deep was her hole? He was grunting as he plunged into her, in, out, in, out. He was really getting into when she decided to change the position. She shifted to all fours on the couch. She was waiting for him to fuck her doggy but he just stood there.“What are you waitin’ fer, fuck me!”“You didn’t tell me to at first.”“Well do it now.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Oliver entered her pussy from the back. He humped her steadily now with all his dick, plumbing her cunt to its depths. She could take it all but just barely. They were both breathing hard and sweating, almost melting under the heat of the moment. His thrusts became faster and faster and she matched almost every move as she moved back and forth on all fours, bucking at him to meet his every thrust. She knew she was reaching the point where she couldn’t take any more her orgasm was building so high as her pussy walls contracted and tightened around his dick. Oliver was close too.“I’m ’bout to cum, missus!” he said.“Good! Come inside of me.” He gushed out his sperm once more in a long single spurt. In the middle of his geyser she came in squirts, her cunt contracting, opening and closing on his shaft like a hungry mouth. He filled her up to the brim. When he was done he pulled out his now softening shart. It glistened and shone with her juices and the thick heavy head plopped out of her fat squishy cunt. He watched as a little stream of cum beagan to ooze out between her lips.“That was great,” he said. His cock now limp had residue of cum and pussy juice.“Slap my ass,” she said waving with it left and right. He didn’t get how she would like it but he didn’t object.“You got it missus.” He rose his hand and let it down hard on her right butt cheek hard.“Aieeee,” she yelled. A big red hand print was on the spot were he slapped her ass. That will surely make a bruise. She stood up.“That’s enough for today – I’m beat,” she said. She was standing on the couch so she was at eye level with him. “This will be our little secret,” she assured. “Promise missus, they’d lynch me!”“I might tell my younger sister in a letter, but other than that I swear.” She kissed him on the lips and he kissed back while hugging her. “Now go take another bath I’ll clean up this place.”“Yes missus,” he said and headed to the washroom.Now Julia had herself a big farm slave, but Oliver was more than that. Now he was her ebony sex toy, her human plaything, her farm bull. She had him all to herself and that’s how things would be – until her younger sister Kathrin announced in reply to Julia’s letter about the events, that she had booked passage from England and would arrive in Alabama within the month. “For an innocent young English girl such as I am, uneducated in the ways of the word, this will be my university of life.” said Kathrin, clearly indicating she would share the bounties of her sister’s slave.
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