Plantation Owner - Next Day
George Snyder woke up. It was a Saturday morning. His housemaid, Molly, was knocking on his bedroom door. He had a crazy hangover. His pretty little quadroon sissy was in the bed still sleeping. George opened the door partially and said to the maid. “I don’t need anything up here. I’ll be down in my study shortly. Meet me there. I have some more orders for the day.”
George put on a pair of brown trousers and a long-sleeve white shirt. He walked down the grand staircase of his mansion. The semi-muscular man hollered, “Molly!”
“Yessuh,” replied the nervous woman.
“I need you and the rest of the house ****ers to take the next two days off. Here’s twenty gold tokens. Will that take care of you all going in to town and taking the field slaves too?”
“Oh Yessuh. It will,” she beamed.
“Y’all can have a party in the field. Demar can’t join. He’s been very bad so I had to keep him on punishment.”
“Yes, massa!”
“Don’t come back in the house till Sunday when the Misses is returning.”
“Have cook dropped of a plate of biscuits at my bedroom door and you ****ers get out.”
George scribbled a note giving permission for all of his property to walk into town accompanied this time by the overseer, named Butch.
Molly ran and hurried all the other house slaves together. She told them that Master George wanted them to leave him alone for the whole day. She shared the she had gotten 18 gold tokens – she lied keeping two of them back for herself. The six house slaves rejoiced as they would be able to spend the night with their families. Molly asked the cook if there were any biscuits already fixed. The ******* nodded. Soon the bread was placed on the master’s desk.
“Thank you, Molly,” George offered. “Are y’all leaving now?”
“Oh Yessuh. We is gone be out da house right now,” answered his beautiful maid that he wanted to fuck again.
George carried the plate up the stairs. He saw his slaves gathering in the yard and the overseer calming them down. He sat the biscuits on his the top of his vanity dresser. He examined Demar who was still asleep. The 16 year-old high yellow ****** had been his personal valet for the past two years. The girlyboi was the product of a liaison between his great-grandfather and an African, then the mixed slave was ****d by his first cousin, Tom. And Demar was the result. He light-bright almost white and very effeminate from birth. George took care of him as it was his birthright to inherit the plantation.
George spanked his slave. The boi woke up. George pushed him back down and sucked on his property’s five inch dicklette.
“Oh, massa,” cried Demar. “It feel so good, massa!”
George got up and grabbed a biscuit. He walked downstairs to his study and retrieved another glass bottle of whiskey. He poured straight shots for him and his valet. The slaves were no longer heard. He had the big house all to himself. When he walked back in the room, Demar was finishing the morsel. George poured the liquor into their already used glasses. He handed one to Demar. His young sissy boi accepted it as George undressed.
“We’re getting more drunk today, ****er,” George commanded.
“Yessuh, massa,” Demar replied.
“I might teach you ****er ass to read tomorrow.”
“Really, suh!”
“Yes, ****er. Suck this cock now.”
Demar put the fat seven-inch tool in his mouth. George loved it. He stopped the cocksucker. He walked over to the dresser and poured more whiskey. They drank up. His little ****** was a lightweight and began stammering after the second drink. George ordered him to take a third.
The handsome white man stroked his quadroon boi’s dickie. Demar squealed and whined. His speech was slurred.
George threw Demar on his back on the four-poster bed. He spanked Demar’s tiny bubble booty. The five-foot-eleven white man had a hard cock. Demar was only five-six and weighed one-hundred-and-four pounds.
The slave owner slammed his meat back into the femboi.
Demar howled, “Oh, massa!”
“You’re a good, ****er,” hollered George. “I love fucking your cute ass.”
“Oh, massa. Thank you.”
“Take my big white cock, boi!”
“Yessuh!”
“Oh ****er. Your hole is so tight on my dick.”
George grabbed the slave’s throat. He pounded harder.
The plantation owner announced, “I’m going to cum, ****er!”
“Yessuh! Put that nut in mah boipussy,” wailed Demar.
“Oh shit ****er. Ah fuck. Damnit, Ahhhhhhh!”
George unloaded inside of Demar. The rest of the day they ate the biscuits and drank the whiskey. George fucked his pretty little cousin time and time again.
George put on a pair of brown trousers and a long-sleeve white shirt. He walked down the grand staircase of his mansion. The semi-muscular man hollered, “Molly!”
“Yessuh,” replied the nervous woman.
“I need you and the rest of the house ****ers to take the next two days off. Here’s twenty gold tokens. Will that take care of you all going in to town and taking the field slaves too?”
“Oh Yessuh. It will,” she beamed.
“Y’all can have a party in the field. Demar can’t join. He’s been very bad so I had to keep him on punishment.”
“Yes, massa!”
“Don’t come back in the house till Sunday when the Misses is returning.”
“Have cook dropped of a plate of biscuits at my bedroom door and you ****ers get out.”
George scribbled a note giving permission for all of his property to walk into town accompanied this time by the overseer, named Butch.
Molly ran and hurried all the other house slaves together. She told them that Master George wanted them to leave him alone for the whole day. She shared the she had gotten 18 gold tokens – she lied keeping two of them back for herself. The six house slaves rejoiced as they would be able to spend the night with their families. Molly asked the cook if there were any biscuits already fixed. The ******* nodded. Soon the bread was placed on the master’s desk.
“Thank you, Molly,” George offered. “Are y’all leaving now?”
“Oh Yessuh. We is gone be out da house right now,” answered his beautiful maid that he wanted to fuck again.
George carried the plate up the stairs. He saw his slaves gathering in the yard and the overseer calming them down. He sat the biscuits on his the top of his vanity dresser. He examined Demar who was still asleep. The 16 year-old high yellow ****** had been his personal valet for the past two years. The girlyboi was the product of a liaison between his great-grandfather and an African, then the mixed slave was ****d by his first cousin, Tom. And Demar was the result. He light-bright almost white and very effeminate from birth. George took care of him as it was his birthright to inherit the plantation.
George spanked his slave. The boi woke up. George pushed him back down and sucked on his property’s five inch dicklette.
“Oh, massa,” cried Demar. “It feel so good, massa!”
George got up and grabbed a biscuit. He walked downstairs to his study and retrieved another glass bottle of whiskey. He poured straight shots for him and his valet. The slaves were no longer heard. He had the big house all to himself. When he walked back in the room, Demar was finishing the morsel. George poured the liquor into their already used glasses. He handed one to Demar. His young sissy boi accepted it as George undressed.
“We’re getting more drunk today, ****er,” George commanded.
“Yessuh, massa,” Demar replied.
“I might teach you ****er ass to read tomorrow.”
“Really, suh!”
“Yes, ****er. Suck this cock now.”
Demar put the fat seven-inch tool in his mouth. George loved it. He stopped the cocksucker. He walked over to the dresser and poured more whiskey. They drank up. His little ****** was a lightweight and began stammering after the second drink. George ordered him to take a third.
The handsome white man stroked his quadroon boi’s dickie. Demar squealed and whined. His speech was slurred.
George threw Demar on his back on the four-poster bed. He spanked Demar’s tiny bubble booty. The five-foot-eleven white man had a hard cock. Demar was only five-six and weighed one-hundred-and-four pounds.
The slave owner slammed his meat back into the femboi.
Demar howled, “Oh, massa!”
“You’re a good, ****er,” hollered George. “I love fucking your cute ass.”
“Oh, massa. Thank you.”
“Take my big white cock, boi!”
“Yessuh!”
“Oh ****er. Your hole is so tight on my dick.”
George grabbed the slave’s throat. He pounded harder.
The plantation owner announced, “I’m going to cum, ****er!”
“Yessuh! Put that nut in mah boipussy,” wailed Demar.
“Oh shit ****er. Ah fuck. Damnit, Ahhhhhhh!”
George unloaded inside of Demar. The rest of the day they ate the biscuits and drank the whiskey. George fucked his pretty little cousin time and time again.
10年前
