Unknown - The master_s revenge

She could feel the tip of his cock pushing into her colon, and she felt the pain – but she found that she was enjoying the pain. It was an intrinsically sexual pain and her aroused nervous-system was translating it into pleasure before the sensation was registered by her brain.

She could feel sharp pains inside her bowels and she could tell his cock was stretching that tight internal passageway too far in places.

He was wounding her inside.

He was drawing blood.

The tip of his cock was getting ever-closer to the magic spot inside her ass – the focal point of Tammy Taylor's deep-anal desire. She could tell that something absolutely wonderful was going to happen when the man struck that magic spot with the tip of his cock.

He took a deep breath.

He filled his lungs with air. He grunted out the air.

He stabbed down with his hips.

He shoved the remainder of his cock inside her so that her asshole was gripping his dick at the hilt. She could feel the tip of his prick pulsating against the smelliest core of her womanhood. She was stuffed to the brim with cock meat. She knew his prick would be wearing a crimson coat by the time he was through buggering her, most of the blood clustering in a thick ring around the very base of his cock.

Then he began to fuck.

"I'm coming inside my assssssss!" the little girl screamed.

It was several days later and Annabelle Cornfield realized that something very strange was happening to her. The experience she had had with Jonah had started something inside her.

Something she could not control. She no longer wanted to masturbate or deny her desire for cock meat. She didn't desire Bernard anymore than she used to but – She wanted black cock meat. Ever since she felt Jonah's cock ramming into her tight pink, blonde twat, she had been able to think of nothing else.

She realized that she had made a big mistake by arranging for Bernard to catch her in the torture chamber with Jonah. Her black lover was dead, and he had died such a gruesome death that the blonde woman didn't even want to think about it.

She didn't want to think about her desire for black cock meat either, for that matter – but the blonde beauty could not help herself.

It was as if her pussy were doing her thinking for her. She knew that she had to get it on with another of the slaves soon, and this time she was going to be more careful. This time she wasn't going to get caught.

She decided that she was going to seduce one of the men who worked in the house rather than out in the fields. She knew these nigger boys better – and she felt she could trust them.

Sure they were the same men who had been keeping the torture chamber a secret from her for years – but that just meant that they were following orders.

If she told them to keep a secret from the master – that would obey her orders just as they had obeyed his. She was not going to go off half-cocked.

This time she was going to think things through. She wanted to avoid – at all costs – another savage and bloody scene like the one in the torture chamber after Bernard had discovered Jonah humping away at her blissful cunt.

Yes, the blonde woman thought it through, and she decided that the nigger boy she trusted most of all was Jones, the head butler at the mansion.

Jones was a man in his forties who was beginning to turn white above his ears – but she knew he was plenty young enough to still be able to get it up.

Not only did she know that Jones could get it up – but her feminine intuition told her that he knew what to do with his cock once it was standing at attention.

Jones served the woman breakfast every morning. It was a Wednesday, the day Bernard went to Atlanta. She spent even longer than usual at her toilet, and came downstairs looking as pretty as a picture.

Jones served up her poached eggs and she ran her hand over his ass as he was walking away from her. She saw him bristle. But he kept walking as if nothing had happened.

When Jones returned to the diningroom Annabelle couldn't help but notice that the man had a bulge in his crotch – and a big bulge it was.

Annabelle knew that it was true what they said about the nigger boys. They were all hung like horses. She could feel her mouth watering.

"Would you come upstairs with me to my bedroom for a moment, Jones?" Annabelle said to the black butler, her seductiveness oozing from between her lips. Her voice was like liquid silk.

"What use you got for me up there, Mrs. Cornfield?" Jones asked. He was horny but he was nervous. He had had to watch with his own eyes what had happened to Jonah – and he knew better than anyone that the lady of the house meant trouble through and through.

"I have womanly needs and I think you know how to take care of them," she said. She winked at Jones, her blonde eyelashes flapping against her high rosy cheekbone.

"You know that the master don't allow none of that, Mrs. Cornfield. You be getting the both of us in trouble with this kind of crazy talk," Jones said.

"Let me put it this way. I order you to come up to my bedroom with me. If you say no I'm going to tell Mr. Cornfield that you tried to rape me, just like that other nigger boy. Now what was his name?"

"Jonah."

"That's right. You don't want to end up like him do you?" Annabelle said. She could feel the hot blood of her womanly horniness pumping into her pussy.

"No, ma'am."

"Good. Now Mr. Cornfield is in Atlanta. If you don't tell and I don't tell – then there's no way he can find out what you and I have been doing. Right?"

"I guess so, ma'am."

"Good boy. Now come with me. The sooner we get up there and start fooling around, the better I am going to like it," she said, anxiousness intrinsic in her vocal intonations.

The second Jones and Annabelle were in her bedroom alone she shut the door behind them and locked it. She told Jones to stand by the foot of the bed.

Then she did something that made the black man's eyes go wide. She dropped to her knees in front of him and began to undo his trousers.

She pulled down his pants and his big black cock came flopping out. She puckered her lips and drew in cool air – producing a low whistling sound of unadulterated application.

She could feel her mouth watering worse than before and she could feel the crotch of her panties getting wet from the juices her vaginal glands were secreting.

Her clit was swollen.

Her nipples were erect.

They were both breathless.

Annabelle began to kiss and lick and bite at the insides of the black man's thighs, working her way upward toward the base of his scrotal sack.

She then parted her red lips and allowed her pink tongue to protrude. She made her taster pointy at the tip and began to lick his nuts.

He shivered and she began to lave his testicles more enthusiastically. She used the flat part of her tongue and licked him until his scrotal sack was all wet and shiny.

She sucked his balls.

She pinned his cock to his belly with her fingertips and began to flick the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of his throbbing ebony pole.

She ran the sides of her tongue all around his huge cock head. She flicked the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across the swollen lips astride his opening and closing piss hole.

Then she relaxed the muscles at the sides of her face and allowed her mouth to fall gaping open. She cupped his balls in one palm and gripped his cock shaft in the other.

She took the head of his cock in her mouth. She gripped his dick meat just below the lower rim of his glans with her desperate lips.

She hollowed her cheeks deeply as she created an intense, vacuum inside her hot, wet oral cavity. She began to suck his cock as hard as she could.