Encounter With A Slave

It was a hot, Saturday afternoon. I was sitting by the window watching my parents riding in the buggy into town. They wouldn't be back for a few hours. I glanced to the left and saw the slaves working on the field. I had never thought much of blacks, nor had I ever talked to one. I just thought whatever my father told me to. But I thought I'd go out to the barn and see what's going on.

I stepped outside and walked to the barn. I pulled the big door sideways and walked in. No one was in there but this big black slave I had never seen before, But he looked oddly familiar. He was sitting on some hay chewing a piece of grss. He had his shirt off and you could see his strong arms and sweaty chest. I stood by the door and said "Hey you, shouldn't you be working?"

He looked up at me and laughed. "What you talkin about boy?"

"Who are you callin boy?" I said, trying to sound authoritative. "You're supposed to be out there pickin' cotton. When my dad gets back he's gonna give you the whip." He stood up, "Yeah, where's you pa right now boy, I don't see him."

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"He went into town, he just left." When he stood I saw the size of him, and I felt a little scared. He walked over to me, and I stepped back. "Well, he ain't here right now is he?" he said. "Gives me just enough time to work on you." He grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground. My heart started racing, imagining what he was going to do to me, I had no idea. He looked down at me and started untieing the string he had on his pants to hold them up. He untied it and let his pants fall, and revealed his enormous black cock. I had never thought of being with a man before, but I was mesmerized by his beautiful dick. It dangled down almost to his knees. He walked towards me and his meat bounced back and forth on his legs. He grabbed me by the hair and forced his big black cock in my face.

He kept hitting me with it and slapping it against my cheeks, which excited me. He saw my dick move in my pants. He pulled down my pants with his hand to check it out, and laughed when he saw the size of it. About 6 or 6 1/2 inches, but nothing compared to the size of his black member. His cock was growing by the second as the blood pumped into it, and I grabbed it and started jerking him off. "Put it in your mouth boy." he demanded.

I immediately did and started sucking him. I could barely take any of it by myself, but he forced it in me. Pulling my head towards him, forcing it in me. I gagged on his black monster, and I could barely breath. He laughed and kept on doing it. Making a white boy his bitch must have made him feel pretty good, I know I loved it. I didn't have much time to get used to sucking his cock because he took it out of me and turned me over on my stomach.

He pulled down my pants and threw them behind him, the hay I was laying on poked my chest and my cock, and it hurt. He put his hand on my head and forced it into the hay, and with his other he pulled up my ass to get a look at my hole. "When did you say your Pa was gonna be back?" he asked.

"Maybe a few hours sir." I replied.

"Good." he said. He started rubbing my left cheek, and then he spanked me lightly. Then again, but this time much harder, and I let out a scream of pain. He did it again, and again until my ass was bright red. "Who is your master now boy?" he asked.

"You are sir." I replied in short breathes. My face was planted in the hay and I could barely speak. He stopped spanking me with his hand, and started smacking my ass with his fat cock. "You weren't outside pickin cotton boy, now it's time for your punishment." He put his hand on my hips and released the one from my head, and the grasped his cock. I felt his head pressed lightly against my smooth hole, but he didn't insert it.

"20 lashes boy, and if you scream, 20 more." and then he violently and quickly forced every inch of his black cock inside my ass. I screamed loud and long.

"What did I say boy, that's 20 more." Then he slowly pulled it out and rammed it back inside me. I let out another loud scream.

"20 more." he said. And he continued to do it, calling off the times he brutally inserted himself in me. It hurt, it was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. The thickness of his cock stretched my hole wide, I could feel his cock pushing inside me after his powerful thrusts, but I can't say I didn't like it. I was slipping in and out of consciousness during his fuck session. When I went under he was at 8, when I came back, it was 12, I was surprised he could count, I didn't think slaves could count. I tried my best to stay awake, I didn't want to miss any of it, I wanted to feel his superior cock probe me and dominate me. He continued to ravage my boy hole, hard and deep. Every thrust getting even more stronger. We were up to 29, and he made no sign that he was going to stop. So I just laid there as he pounded my ass with his black cock, I was his slave now, he made the rules, I had to obey him.

He took it out of me and threw me on my back. He put my legs on his shoulders and grabbed me by the hair. He pulled me close so I could watch as his black cock entered me. I saw his black meat entered into my white hole, the contrast between black and white was beautiful. His strong black cock, entering my submissive and weak white butt. He wasn't ramming it in me anymore, he was fucking me now. In and out, fast and hard. I watched his black cock slide into me and I started jacking off. I came immediately, and shot it on my chest.

I looked up at him and his eyes were closed and he was biting his lip. I knew he was about to explode inside me. And he did, he let out a loud moan, and I felt his juice inside me. Spraying his black seed into me. I loved it, I loved the feeling of his hot cum deep in my hole. He let my head go and I flopped on my back, still breathing hard. He slowly slid his dick out of me, oh god it felt so good. He stood up and walked over to wear he was sitting before, I watched him walk and saw his semi-hard cock dangle between his legs, dripping with cum.

He reached behind a bale of hay and picked up some pants and a suit. I didn't know what was going on, where did he get those clothes. He put them on. He didn't look like a slave at all. Now I know why I recognized him. It was George, a freed slave, one of my fathers good friends.

"But, I don't understand." I stuttered. He looked at me and laughed.

"Did your father tell you why he was going into town today?" he asked.

"No, he didn't." I replied.

"I sent him a letter saying I needed to talk to him and his wife. It was the only way I could get him out of the house long enough for me to come here and fuck you. I've always wanted you Chris, and now I've had you and given you my seed. Look for me in here whenever you parents go into town." then he walked out the door, and I laid there with a smile, phantasying about the next time my parents go to town, and I can have his black meat inside me.

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