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Chapter 13 - The Old Man


Shanika and Yolanda stood together watched as the negro slave girl's most recent master disappeared down the path to the cabins.

"It's time for you to get ready to go back home," Yolanda said. "Let's get you washed up." The colored lady led the black slave into the barn and handed her chain over to Elois, the young attendant. Maya and Darla, the mother and daughter, had already been bathed and were waiting for the rest of the slaves making the return trip to be ready. The older married negress, Yvonne, stood with them. All three watched as Elois soaped Shanika up and hosed her off.

After chaining them all together, Yolanda led them across the courtyard to the back benches of the now deserted auction area.

"The van won't be here for a while, ladies," said she said, "so you might as well get comfortable." The slave girls all sat on the bench facing away from the platform so they could see when the van arrived.

"Yvonne?" asked Shanika, "How is it you started comin' here? You said you was married when we rode out."

"Well, that's an interesting story," she replied. "But it starts way before I ever heard of this club."

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"I was only sixteen at the time. Momma didn't want me going to no public school. She said it was full of punks and low lifes and I was gonna have a chance to really learn somethin'. So, she sent me to catholic school. We weren't catholics or nothin', but she thought it was better than what else there was.

"I had to ride the city bus to get there instead of the school bus, but so many of the other k**s who went there did that, it almost seemed like the school bus when we were on it. We all had to wear uniforms. I had a black and yellow plaid jumper that I wore over a white blouse. White knee socks and saddle shoes. Keep in mind that this was twenty five years ago.

"That was the first time I ever thought about bein' a slave. We was studyin' the civil war and there was first hand accounts of negro slaves and a couple of those old time photographs. There was a diagram of how they layed the captured Africans out on the deck of the slave ship for transit, but the pictures that stuck in my mind showed real slaves standing in front of wooden shacks and there was this one drawing from the time that showed slaves being sold. They was wearin' clothes, though, not like at the club.

"I was one of the only black faces in the class and I remember how the other k**s looked at me afterwards. I couldn't tell if it was because they was embarrassed for what their great great great granpappies did or if they saw me as a real life negro and wondered about me bein' a slave.

"Well, I know I thought about me bein' a slave. Like in the pictures. At night I'd think about bein' sold to some white massa who'd take me to his plantation and make me his house nigger. I knew it was some twisted shit I was thinkin' about, and I was ashamed to think that way. What would Momma think if she knew what her little girl was imaginin'. But they was jus' my own private thoughts, so she couldn't know. I remember I gave Miz Clitty a real work out thinkin' about that shit, if you know what I mean. Playin' with Miz Clitty was somethin' else she didn't know about. 'Course now, I know she knew all about it jus' like every girl know about it.

"One day I was on the bus comin' home from school. It was real crowded, like always, on the first one after school let out. As usual, there was no place to sit, so I stood there holdin' onto one of them polls. All of a sudden I felt somebody touch me. At first I didn't think anything of it since it was so crowded. But I could swear there was a hand on my ass. I didn't want to look around or let whoever it was know that I noticed. When we got to my stop I kind of looked when I was gettin' off, but didn't see anybody lookin' back at me.

"That night I remember I was extra horny and really went to town with Miz Clitty. I was the nigger house girl again, and Massa was puttin' his hands all over my ass. After I got off, I thought about it some more. I put the stuff from what happened on the bus into my fantasy!

"The next day on the ride home I was standin' in the same place. It jus' worked out that way. Then I felt it again. This time the hand was rubbin' on me a little, not just stayin' in one place. I didn't do anything but keep standin' there like I didn't notice. Whoever it was took their hand away and then I felt it on my leg! They moved up my bare thigh and then put it back on my ass under my skirt but on top of my panties. I couldn't believe it! But still, I didn't let on that anything out of the ordinary was goin' on. When I was gettin' off at my stop I looked around and still couldn't see who'd been doin' it.

"Man, did Miz Clitty get a workout that night! My Massa jus' loved his little nigger slave girl. He couldn't keep his hands off her ass. Of course I didn't mind 'cause it felt so good. I caught myself startin' to make too much noise and I was afraid Momma would catch me playin' with myself. I didn't know how to feel about it all. I felt kind of cheap havin' jus' stood there and not doin' somethin' to see who was gropin' me and makin' 'em stop. But I was imaginin' it was my Massa on the plantation and it felt good.

"All through school the next day all I could think about was ridin' home and havin' some stranger put his hands up my skirt and rub on my butt. I couldn't concentrate or nothin'. Time moved so slow, it seemed like forever when the bell finally rang.

"This time I make sure to stand in the same place as before. I felt strange since I was actually lookin' for it to happen again. When I felt that hand goin' up my leg and onto my ass I jus' closed my eyes and thought of my imaginary Massa doin' what the stranger was doin'. The hand went away as we came to my stop. Whoever it was knew that I was gettin' off here. They really were feelin' my ass, not jus' anybody's, since they remembered me. I looked around and finally noticed a gray haired old white man wearing an old suit and tie. He seemed like somebody's granddaddy or somethin' I couldn't believe it was him, but thinkin' back I remembered him bein' there the other times.

"Now my Massa had a face. I took care of Miz Clitty that night while I thought about him. Not sittin' there on the bus in his wore out suit, but on the porch of the plantation house in one of those white suits. I know it sound stupid, but I was sixteen, and that's what I thought a Massa should wear. He was rubbin' on me and smilin' up at me. And I was so proud to be his favorite nigger.

"You can imagine I couldn't keep my mind on anything at school the next day. My last class just dragged on and on. The teacher noticed I wasn't payin' attention and kept me after class to give me shit about it. She was all 'blah, blah, blah' and all I could think of was that my Massa was waitin' for me. Yeah, I know it sound stupid for me to think of that dirty old white man as my Massa, but what can I say?

"I ran out to the bus stop, but it was already gone. I waited for the next one hopin' he'd be on it but, no. I was real disappointed. That didn't stop me from thinkin' about him that night. He'd be rubbin' my ass and I'd be standin' close to him and he'd say, 'You my favorite nigger, Ruby.' That was my slave name for myself. Ruby the precious one. I could hear my bed creak I was workin' Miz Clitty so hard, but in my mind Massa was askin' me, 'You know you my favorite nigger, don't you, Ruby?' and I'd smile at him and say, 'Oh, Massa, you is so kind.' Don't laugh, I know how it sound.

"When I got on the bus to go home the next day I got a lump in the pit of my stomach when I saw he wasn't there. I had missed him the day before and now he wasn't gonna come back. It actually made me sad. Then it was the weekend. I couldn't wait for Monday, though at night we were together. Jus' the three of us. Massa, me, an' Miz Clitty.

"Monday on the way home, he wasn't there. Tuesday neither. I was givin' up hope. I was mad at that teacher for makin' me miss the bus that time. I figger'd he'd stopped ridin' that bus when I didn't show up.

"So you know I was happy when I saw him there on Wednesday. But for some reason the bus wasn't as full as usual and I was the first one on and there were empty seats near the front. He was my Massa and everything, but he didn't know it. He didn't even know that I knew who he was. But now I'd have to go past empty seats so I could stand in my usual spot. If he saw me do that, he'd know I knew and he'd know I wanted it.

"My stomach was in knots as I walked past those seats. I saw him looking at me while pretending to look out the window. I stood there where I usually stood and the bus filled up with my classmates. The bus lurched and I almost lost my grip on the poll and fell on him! I was so embarrassed! But I held on and stood there.

"Before long I felt his hand on my leg again. I could feel my heart pounding and my hand was sweaty on the poll. He rubbed on my ass again over my panties and then he moved it down to my bare leg again and then back up, but through the leg hole! He was rubbin' on my bare ass! It felt so good and I go so tingly!

"We got to my stop and he took his hand away. I turned around and looked at him as I was gettin' off the bus out the back door. For the first time I saw him lookin' back at me. He smiled at me. He had a kind smile. Just like I imagined my Massa would have.

"I dropped my back pack on the floor when I got into the house and went right up to my room. Miz Clitty wasn't gonna wait for bedtime. Massa was smilin' at me and I was so happy and Miz Clitty was so wet! When I went to bed that night, Miz Clitty didn't get no rest.

"Thursday he was there. I was walking on air all the way to stand near him. I didn't care about the empty seats this time. My secret was out, at least to the gray haired old man. He watched me walk down the aisle, but other than the smile he gave me, he didn't let on he knew me or anything.

"The bus filled up and lots of other k**s were standing as the bus pulled out of the stop. I felt his hand on my leg right away. He went straight under my panties through the leg hole this time. He even squeezed on me a little. I was so excited. I wasn't ready for him to move his hand down between my legs and I made a little noise when he did. He was goin' for my coochie and I wanted him to touch me there so bad. I moved my legs apart for him, but I guess my movin' like that scared him and he pulled his hand away. He musta thought he was gettin too bold with me or somethin' and didn't understand that I was trying to make it easy for him!

"I was relieved when I felt him put his hand back up on my bare ass and start to go for my coochie again. He must have noticed I opened my legs for him 'cause he put his hand there so that his finger was right on my slit. He had to be able to tell how wet I was, too. I was a little embarrassed for him know that, but with me opening up like that for him, he had to know I liked what he was doing. He even started rubbin' on me. He sho' had Miz Clitty's attention!

"Now, I had boys fingerin' at me before, but they was clumsy. They'd accidentally pinch my tender parts while trying to shove their fingers in me and I wouldn't be turned on at all. My coochie'd be dry and it would hurt. But Massa was gentle and it felt so good. Even better than when I touched myself. I closed my eyes and I was in heaven. Or at least on the porch of the plantation mansion, My white Massa playin' with Miz Clitty.

"I woulda missed my stop if I hadn't felt his hand go away when we got there. I didn't want it to end, but this was the end of the ride for me. I went down the steps of the back door and turned around and looked at him. This time I smiled at him, to make sure he knew I liked what he was doin' to me. He smiled back and scratched his mustache with the finger he'd been playin' with me with. Anyone else wouldn't think nothin' of it, but I knew he was smellin' my scent. My legs got all wobbly. Other k**s tryin' to get off almost pushed me out the door I was takin' so long.

"I stood and watched the bus go down the street and then went home. Like last time, I dropped my backpack and headed up the stairs. Me an' Miz Clitty must have been makin' too much noise 'cause Momma came and knocked on my door askin' if I was ok. It kind of spoilt the mood. I told her I was fine, but it wasn't 'til I went to bed that night that Massa an' me were out on the porch. This time he was touchin' my coochie and playin' with Miz Clitty. He was smilin' an' tellin' me what a good nigger I was. I was so happy and content.

"I fell asleep dreamin' about the plantation house with big green willow trees in the front and a big grass lawn and Massa in his white suit sittin' on the porch. And me, his favorite nigger, standin' beside him.

"Friday. There he was on the bus, just like always. Lookin' around, nothin' more than a smile for me. My coochie was wet and Miz Clitty was ready. The weekend was comin', and though I was happy to see Massa sittin' on the bus, I was sad thinkin' I wouldn't see him again 'til Monday.

"I felt like a fool to have a crush like this on this old white man. I was ashamed that I let him do to me the things that he did. I was humiliated that I liked it so much and wanted it so bad. I stood next to him like always.

"And nobody knew. Nobody knew how I was carryin' on this way. He didn't even know what I was thinkin' while he was gropin' my ass and my coochie. We hadn't exchanged even a single word. Just a smile. That and the fact that I kept coming back.

"We pulled out of the stop, people bumpin' into each other while we settled into the ride. Then I felt Massa's hand on me. I moved my foot right away so my legs would be spread for him and he could get at my coochie easy. He musta noticed 'cause his hand went straight between my legs. He also had to see how wet I was for him. 'Bout the only thing he didn't know was that he was my Massa and I was his nigger. His favorite nigger, at that.

"He took his hand away when we got to my stop. I didn't look at his face, but I bet he was surprised when this time I didn't get off. I made up my mind to stay on the bus. The weekend was just too long. The bus pulled away from the curb and in a minute his hand was back. I wondered what he must be thinkin' seein' as how I was still there. Whatever it was it didn't make him wanna keep his hands to hisself! I could feel him playin' with Miz Clitty and I could barely stay on my feet my legs was tremblin' so much.

"The next stop must have been a popular one 'cause so many people got off. Now there were lots of empty seats and if I didn't sit down, I'd be the only one standin'. He musta known about that since he took his hand away when the doors opened. There was a seat open next to him so I sat down. We kept goin' and we didn't say nothin' or even look at each other. It was so weird, sittin' there, my coochie all wet from this old man havin' his hand between my legs, and now we jus' sat there like strangers sittin' together by pure chance.

"A couple of stops later he finally spoke to me, 'This is where I get off.' He stood up and since I already came this far I figger'd I'd just keep goin'. I stood up too and got off the bus with him. We stood there together while it pulled away, leaving a cloud of diesel exhaust behind. The other passengers who got off there all walked off to wherever they were going and only Massa and me were left on the curb.

"'Why'd you come here?' he asked me. I told him I didn't know, 'cause really I didn't. 'Shouldn't you be home now?' he asked. 'Won't your folks be worried?' I told him I sometimes got home late so they wouldn't worry for a while. Then he asked me if I wanted to go inside with him and I nodded that I did. We were on a street with shops on the street level and apartments on the second and third floors. He opened a door that went straight to a narrow staircase. There were metal mailboxes in the wall at the bottom of the stairs. Our footsteps echoed loudly as we climbed.

"We went up one flight and then down the hall. He used a key to open the door to his apartment. It was small inside. There was just one window that looked onto the street. There was a kitchen against the back wall and he had a table and chairs near it. There was a TV near the window on a table and a big easy chair with worn upholstery in front of it. There was one of them oval shaped braided rugs on the wooden floor. He had some pictures on the wall. They was all old and looked like school pictures. There was one of a young white man in an army uniform with a flag in the background. It was old, too.

"He sat in the chair and looked up at me. 'Why'd you come here?' he asked again. 'What do you want from me?' I was horrified to realize that he might think I was here 'cause I wanted to make trouble for him. What he did to me on the bus wasn't right, really. Folks wouldn't understand at all. Even knowin' I liked it and wanted it wouldn't make no difference.

"'It ain't nothin' like that, sir!' I told him. I liked him a lot, and I trusted him and it hurt me to think he didn't trust me. But I guess followin' him home like I done spooked him. I told him I liked what he did and that he had to know that, seein' as how I kept comin' back. That made him relax some, but then he got angry with me.

"'What're you thinkin' of comin' home with some strange man?' he scolded me like he was my daddy. 'You don't know me. A pretty young girl like you. I could be some kind of pervert who'd **** you and leave you in the alley.'

"I told him I ain't never done nothin' like this before and that the only reason I followed him home was that I liked him and was gonna miss him so much 'til Monday. I said I was sorry and asked him if he wanted me to go. I started cryin' 'cause he was so disappointed with me.

"He had me sit in his lap and he held me like that. He didn't try anything with me or nothin'. Just held me in his lap like a little girl. I felt so close to him right then. So I started tellin' him about my fantasy. About how I pretended we was on the plantation and he was my white massa and I was his favorite nigger.

"He seemed kind of surprised by that. He told me it wasn't right for nobody to call me no nigger. So I told him it was ok and that the way I meant it wasn't no insult or nothin' hurtful. I said that to me, bein' his favorite nigger was a honor and that it made me feel proud.

"'So, you want me to be your massa,' he asked. I nodded at him. 'And jus' what does a massa do?' he wanted to know. I said that to me a massa took care of his nigger and would touch her and praise her if she was a good nigger and pleased her massa the way he liked.

"He kinda lost that granddaddy look in his eyes hearin' that. Now I saw the same eyes he looked at me with when he was takin' in my scent off his finger back on the bus the other day. He shifted around in his chair some and I could tell his dick was gettin' hard.

"'I can't believe I never asked you this, girl, but what is your name?' he asked. 'I can't be your massa unless I know your name' I thought about it for a second and said, 'Ruby.'

"'Stand up, Ruby,' he said. So I got up from his lap and stood in front of him. He just looked me up and down, standin' there in my plaid jumper and white blouse. I didn't know then that men really liked the schoolgirl fantasy and seein' me all dressed up like that with my white knee socks and saddle shoes was like something out of a girlie magazine. But I could tell he was really turned on by me.

"He didn't tell me to, but I reached up under my skirt and pulled my panties down to my knees. His eyes were riveted on me. Then I picked up the front of my skirt and showed my coochie off for him so he would want to touch it. It musta worked 'cause he reached right out for it. He curled his hand and ran the backs of his fingers over my bush. It was like he was teasin' me. Miz Clitty wanted to be touched so bad!

"'You look so fine, Ruby,' he said. 'Such a pretty girl.' He put his finger in the top of my slit and traced it down between my legs. I spread as far as I could with my panties around my knees. He reached in and started rubbin' on my coochie and pokin' his finger in me. He played with Miz Clitty and I couldn't hardly keep standin'.

"'Oh, Massa,' I said, 'Is I yo' favorite nigga?' I even started using that slave talk the white massas like so much. But then it was the first time I'd ever done it out loud. I could tell he liked it.

"'Of course you are, Ruby,' he said. 'You're the best nigger a massa could have.'

"It was just like my fantasy, except that we were in a one room walk up apartment instead of the plantation and he was wearin' his same wore out suit that he always wore. But I didn't care. I was Massa's favorite nigger and he was strokin' on my coochie. That wasn't no fantasy, that was really happenin'.

"His hand felt so good on me. He was gentle, but he was all in control. He was playin' me like some kind of musical instrument. I was so excited by it. I know he could tell 'cause he started concentrating' all his attentions on Miz Clitty. He rubbed faster and stronger as I got more and more excited. I could feel it comin'.

"I felt so submissive to him it was wonderful. When I was almost there, I asked him, 'Kin I cum, Massa? A nigga gots to ask permission.' Sayin' that made me tingle somethin' fierce and I knew if he didn't say yes it wasn't gonna stop me.

"He liked that a lot. 'Yes, Ruby, you can cum,' he said, 'you such a good nigger.' Oh, it felt so good! I never felt like that when it was just me an Miz Clitty. Massa made me cum good. I sat back in his lap, my coochie was all sloppy now, but Massa didn't mind. He just held me and I felt so safe and happy.

"After I calmed down I told him, 'Thank you, Massa. You so good to yo' nigga.' And he smiled at me and said, 'Well, Ruby, you are my favorite.'

"He told me that it was gettin' late and my folks would worry 'bout me and that he would walk me down to the bus stop.

"I told him, 'I gotta do somethin' fo you, Massa. You treat yo' nigga so fine.' I could tell he liked that and it made me happy to please him talkin' that way for him. But I wanted to do more.

"He seemed kind of flustered and said that there was somethin' I could do for him but he was too embarrassed to ask. I told him not to be embarrassed about nothin' with his nigger and I'd do anything he asked and not think poorly of him.

"I was kind of surprised when he asked for my panties, but if that's what he wanted, I was gonna give 'em to him. I mean I was ready to do anything for that old white man right then and I mean anything. I had fooled around with boys before like I said, but I was still a virgin. I would have given him that if he asked for it and been happy about it. Tell the truth, I hoped that's what he wanted.

"They was still around my knees, I know, what a slut! I stood up and was gonna take 'em off for him when I started to get why he wanted them. So I pulled 'em back up so hard they kind of worked their way into my crack. I lifted up my skirt for him and spread my legs, offering him my coochie.

"'Please, Massa,' I says to him, 'touch you nigga's coochie a little first.' I was really wet already, but I wanted those panties soaking for my Massa. I could tell he was pleased when he figger'd out what I was up to and put his hand on me. When he took his hand back I asked him, 'Massa, would you take yo' nigga's panties off for her?'

"I was afraid he was gonna have a heart attack or something from the way he was breathin' after that, but I guessed he jus' really liked the idea. He grabbed my panties with both hands and slowly pulled them down. He had to lean forward and his nose was inches away from my coochie. I heard him inhale deep.

"'You like yo' nigga's scent, don't you, Massa?'

"'Oh, yeah,' he said, real quiet like.

"'Well, I hope her panties'll do 'til I see you again,' I said.

"He pulled them down the rest of the way and I stepped out of them and let my skirt fall back down. He stood up and looked into my eyes. 'You a sweet girl, Ruby. Thank you. I haven't felt so good in a long long time, he said. 'Can I kiss you?'

"Can you imagine? He was so sweet! Here he'd just had his fingers all up in my coochie and he was askin' if he could kiss me. I thought I was gonna melt. 'You don't hafta ask that, Massa!' I told him, ''Course you can kiss me! I's not playin' wit' you when I say I's yo' nigga. I is yo' nigga and you is my Massa. You can do whatever you want wit' me and I'll do anything you want me to. Jus' tell me what it is an' I'll do it.

"So he kissed me right on the lips. Too bad my panties was already off 'cause I woulda got 'em even wetter for him. I almost was gonna open my mouth for him and give him my tongue the way the boys liked, but it wasn't my place to start that. I wished he would, but it wasn't my place.

"He walked me down to the bus stop and waited with me until it came. It was gettin' dark and the lights were on inside the bus. I had a hard time seein' him through the reflections on the windows, but I waved at him and smiled.

"Momma didn't say nothin' to me when I got home late like that, it was a relief. I went up to my room and changed out of my school clothes. 'Course I had to put on new panties! It's funny. That night I left Miz Clitty alone. I was afraid it would take away some of the memory of Massa's touch. I went to sleep and dreamed about the plantation again.

"I got on the bus on Saturday and went over to Massa's apartment, but he wasn't home. I waited around outside for a while and then I saw him walking down the side walk. When he saw me I could tell he was happy to see me. I went straight to him and walked with him back up to where he lived.

"'You sweet to come back, Ruby,' he said. 'I don't know what to say.'

"'You ain't gotta say nothin', Massa,' I told him. 'I's yo' nigga from now on.' I thought about it for a second and then asked him, 'You do want that, don't you? You want me to be yo' nigga, right?'

"'Course I do!' he said. 'Old man like havin' a fine sweet young thing like you? I still can't believe it!'

"He unlocked the door and we went in. Everything was just like it was the day before. He kissed me on the lips again and I put my arms around him. He told me I was still his favorite nigger. He so sweet. He asked me if my folks knew where I was. I told him no. Momma didn't ask where I was goin'.

"He said that wasn't right, and that I should have at least tol' her when I be back so she won't worry. He was sounded like my daddy again. Then he say he sorry, but he got to punish me. I didn't know what he meant and I hoped he wasn't gonna send me away. But then he sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and tells me to pull down my pants and he watched while I did it.

"I knew I was in some kind of trouble with him and he was cross with me when he saw my little surprise for him. I don't know why, but I got the razor I used for my legs and took off all my coochie hair for him. I figger'd it was proper for a nigger to be shaved for her massa. When he saw that he couldn't hardly stay mad at me.

"'You do that for me, Ruby?', he asked. I tell him yes I did. He tol' me it was sweet, but he still had to punish me for makin' Momma worry about me. He tol' me to come over to him and I kind of shuffled over to him since my jeans were down around my ankles. It's funny but even after all I did with him the day before, showin' him my coochie and him fingerin' me I never felt embarrassed until now. Shufflin' around with my pants down like that shamed me and I could feel myself blush. I don't know if he noticed or not, me bein' a nigger an' all. I also could feel I was gettin' wet. I bet he noticed that. I could smell it my own self.

"He made me lay across his lap, and I knew he was gonna give me a spankin'. He rubbed on my ass a little and then he started hittin' me with the palm of his hand. For an old man, he packed a whollop. The sound of his hand on my ass rang off the walls. I tried not to cry out so he'd be proud of me, but I couldn't hold back the tears. He musta given me a couple dozen spanks before he let me get up. I stood there with my pants down rubbin' on my burning ass. Well, my ass may have been burnin', but Miz Clitty was on fire! I never thought a spankin' would get me so hot. It hurt at first, but now the heat I felt made me so horny.

"'You understand why I had to do that, don't you, Ruby?', he asked. I nodded yes and wiped the tears out of my eyes and tol' him how sorry I was to disappoint him like I did and how I wanted to be such a good nigger for him. He tol' me I was a good nigger and he had to spank me like that to make sure I stayed a good nigger.

"I looked at him and he looked a little flushed. I was happy to see he was as turned on as me. I got down on my knees in front of him, and even though I was afraid it might not be my place to do it, I tol' him that he should let me do somethin' for him.

"I undid his pants and he got up a little so's I could pull 'em down. His cock was standing straight up. I felt good I could get him like that and then I leaned over and started kissing and licking on him. I pushed his legs open and started sucking on his cock and reached in and started playing with his balls. He really loved that, I could tell. His eyes closed and he put his hands on my head. Not like that boy who made me put his dick in my mouth all pushy an' shit. No, he just rested his hand on my head and stroked my hair. I kept sucking him and moving my head up and down on him. I looked up at him and he'd opened his eyes again and was looking right at me while I sucked him off. I let his cock slip out from my lips and grabbed it with my free hand and started strokin' him off, still playin' with his balls with the other.

"I looked up at him and asked, 'You like this, Massa? Is yo' nigga treatin' you good?' He was so 'cited he just nodded, never breakin' away from lookin' me in the eye. He was breathin' hard and I could feel him buckin' into my hand. I smiled as sweet as I could and kissed on the tip of his cock. I could feel the stirrin' in his balls and knew he was about there. I took his cock head into my mouth for a second or two and then looked back up at him.

"'You wanna cum in yo' nigga's mouth, Massa? Huh? Or, maybe you wanna cum all over her black face. Do you, Massa?' I talked to him in my little girl voice and I thought he was gonna explode. 'Tell me what you want, Massa. You know yo' nigga do it fo' you.'

"He was gettin' all red an' his cock was gettin' all purple. Then I barely heard him say, 'face.' So I smiled sweet at him again and held his cock close to my face and kept stroking it. Next thing I know he's spurtin' all over me. I had cum in my hair, on my cheek, on my nose, and on my lips. I even got some in one eye.

"But I didn't care. The look on his face while he came all over mine was worth a little sting in the eye. I was surprised an old man could cum in buckets like that. When he stopped shootin' off I started kissing it, all covered in his cum. Then I started in on it with my tongue and licked it all clean for him. After I was done, I just looked up at him again and smiled for my sweet Massa, his cum runnin' off my face.

"He was all out of breath and said, 'Ruby, you're the best nigger a massa could have.' All I could say to that was 'Thank you, Massa. Tha's what I wanna be fo' you.' He tol' me to go wash my face off and get naked. So I did and went to sit in his lap.

"He held me like that, all naked for him, for a long while. Then he kissed me and said I better get home so nobody would worry about me. I stood up and he pulled me to him and kissed my nipples real soft while I rubbed my hands through his gray hair. I felt his hand going south so I spread my legs out for him so he could get to my coochie like he wanted. I think he really liked it shaved the way I had it. I was so glad to please him.

"He finally stopped, too soon, I thought, and I got dressed. He walked me out the bus stop and waited with me until it came. I don't know what people may have thought seeing us there together like that. It was obvious I wasn't his grandbaby, but we didn't care. I got on the bus when it came and watched him standing on the curb until he was out of sight.

"When I got home, Momma wasn't in the least worried. But at least concern for her had earned me a spanking from Massa. I knew I'd have to think of way to tell him they were more of a reward than a punishment.

"Things went on like this for the rest of the time I was in high school. I'd always be looking forward to seeing him on the bus after school if he were there, and he usually was, I'd go stand on my spot, neither of us acknowledging the other. It was so naughty. No one knew that this old white man had his hand up my skirt playing with his nigger's coochie the whole way along until empty seats opened up and I had to sit down. We'd get to his apartment and play. He was pretty frisky for an old man.

"Sometimes we'd play colored schoolgirl and I'd let my panties drop and lift up my skirt for him so he could keep playing with my smooth naked coochie. He'd play with Miz Clitty until I'd beg him to let his nigger cum for him. Usually he'd get so worked up from that game that I'd have to suck him off and I'd go home with cum on my plaid jumper.

"He learned that I loved the bare bottom spankin's he gave his nigger. He seemed to like me with my pants pulled down for that, so we'd usually save it for weekends when I wasn't already in my school clothes. He'd warm my ass up and and I'd get all wet and next thing I'd know he'd be putting Miz Clitty though her paces. I loved cumming while bent over his knee, my black ass squirming.

"But no matter how it started, it always ended with him tellin' me how I was his favorite nigger. And me going home wet.

"One thing bothered me, though, and that was that he wouldn't use my coochie for himself. He kept telling me I should save that for when I got married. It's funny. The kinds of things he did to me, and still he was old school on that score.

"I never had a boyfriend the whole time in high school. Why would I want some boy when I had a Massa? It came time for me to go off to college and I went to visit him before I left.

"He bought a going away present for me, which was sweet, since I knew he didn't have much money. It was an oversized red sweater with a big R monogram on it. I had already told him long before that my name was really Yvonne and that Ruby was the name I liked to have as a slave.

"He said I should wear it when he wanted to feel him hold me. I thought I goin' to cry.

"I tol' him that I wanted to give him somethin', too, 'I knows it ain't my place to tell you instead of ask you, Massa. So I hopes you forgive me, but I's got something for you and you gots to take it.'

"'What's that, Ruby?' he asked me. 'You my favorite nigger, how could I say no to you?'

"'I want you to take me and use me, Massa. I ain't savin' it for nobody but you,' I tol' him.

"'I'm an old man. You're a young woman,' he said,. 'How could I satisfy you that way?'

"I tol' him, 'I is yo' nigga. An' you is my Massa, You takin' me is what satisfies me.'

"I stripped down for him and led him to his bedroom. I helped him off with his clothes and he lay on his back. I kissed him, and sucked him, and then I got up on him. 'You jus' lay still, Massa. Yo' nigga gon' take care of you.'

"He was old so I was gentle with him even though it was my cherry gettin' popped. I put his cock in me and lowered myself down on him I felt the resistance and then a little pain. It wasn't near as bad some girls make it out to be. 'Course Massa an' me been givin' my coochie such a workout for long, maybe it was broke in some. I tol' him, 'You got my cherry now, Massa. No matter what, you always be the one who got it.'

"I just kept goin' up and down on him. 'You fuckin' yo' nigga now, Massa. You like that, don't you?' He looked up at me and nodded. He was a sucker for that nigger talk and I felt him release inside me. 'Thank you, Massa, I said. You too good to yo' nigga.' I bent over and kissed him. Then I rolled off him and we held each other until we fell asleep. It was the first time I ever spent the night with him.

"He walked me to the bus in the morning and said goodbye. I was sad I was leaving, but he tol' me how important it was for me to go to on to college an' how I can come visit him anytime.

"The bus came and even though the sidewalk was crowded with people, this old white man, my Massa, kissed his nigger right on the mouth where everybody could see. I got on and went to the back of the bus so I could see him there on the curb until he was out of sight.

"I saw him a few more times over the years I was in college. It was far away so I didn't get back to the city too much. Last I knew he'd gone to live with some nephew or other.

* * *

Shanika, Maya, and Darla were silent after Yvonne finished her story. Even Yolanda was quiet.

"Damn, girl," said Shanika. "That was some story."

"Yeah," Yvonne replied. "So I got married a while after college to a nice respectable black man. Momma was so proud. She never knew about my Massa. Now I love the white massas who play rough with me and make me feel like a nigga slut, but the old man was the best. I was his favorite nigger."

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Thank you and enjoy...I am thinking about writing more. Johncrinshaw1 October 19, 1861 Wilmington, North Carolina Planter James Hopkins Plantation Laying on her back on the workbench with her arms stretched over her head is Hannah. Surrounded by three others, her hair is tangled and matted and she is drenched in sweat. The tears streaming down her face leave salty trails out the side of her eyes; she has a permanent grimace showing her stark white teeth. Her plump mother Adena, the head...

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White whore on the slave plantation part 2

James returned to the house as dusk fell, “Where is Jessica, I thought she was with you?” Maria asked. “She went skinny dipping with the slaves, so I had her collared and branded,” James informed her. “Very funny, so where is my daughter?” Maria asked. “Chained up naked in the slave house as a kind of naked whore,” he explained. “That’s not funny!” Maria protested, “I know she is wilful and out of control.” “Not any more she’s chained up in the hut, there was a whole row of...

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The Plantation of Love and Tragedy

Ann was always the type of girl who did what she thought was right even if it meant going against what was popular. She wasn't the type of person who liked confutation but she wasn't afraid to fight for what she believed in. Which means she isn't a push over by any means believe me I know from experience. She would also do anything for love as long as it didn't go against her beliefs or so she thought. When she was fourteen she met a boy by the name of Brandon who she instantly fell head...

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Orton Plantation in North Carolina

Maria my real estate broker told me young assistant is in North Carolina waiting for me at the Orton Plantation. She will show me the property and be available to me for my needs. Her name is; Renee age 29 and she got her divorce three months ago. I arrived at the plantation and walked into the house, Renee is bending over to pick up some dropped papers and she feels my eyes upon her body, admiring and checking her out, she had heard a nearly silent sound come from my mouth, like a little...

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Sugar Cane Plantation Chptr 5

The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 5 She began to feel regret at having put a thoroughly spent and exhausted June to bed with her husband. The whole evening had been a sexual thrill– an emotional dynamo as she experienced the rush of being in control, of hearing her friend and lover scream from her soul. True, she had allowed herself a few quite pleasant orgasms during the course of the evening, but her pussy still felt swollen and needy. She decided there might be some benefits to...

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Plantation slave girls

Introduction: Plantation owners family enjoys having slaves This story is about black slavery before the civil war and in a couple places it uses the N word. If this will bother you, please do not read this story. ____________________________________________________ The location is southern Georgia near the coast just before the Civil War. Horace Franklin was a successful businessman in his late thirties. He owned a small plantation where he lived. It was only about forty acres. He did not...

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Black Men A Plantation owners Wifes Story

He stood before me, a giant of a man, dirty and ragged with muscles rippling on his stomach, and as I walked around him, my eyes traced his thin waist and the V on his taut buttocks, my favorite part when looking at a man, but what excited me about this particular encounter, he was mine, not by an affair attached to the heart, no this was business, he was mine as a gift from my husband, to amuse myself with, this was a plantation in the deep south, and he was my slave, my private property, and...

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Plantation Lullabies

What would make a person spend $20,000 on a week-long session with a pro-domme? Believe it or not, Mistress Emmanuelle, the Black Dominatrix who arrogantly charged the exorbitant fee, was booked solid for eight months in advance with her popularity growing by word of mouth alone. Charles Trenton was intrigued by the concept when he read about her on his favorite BDSM message board. The thread was started by someone who claimed to have been a client of this outrageously strict Ebony Domme whose...

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Mercy8217s teak plantation

I am 28 yrs old. I live in a small house in remote village of Kerala. My name is Ani. My parents are at Bangalore. They visit our village once in a year to look after our property of teak plantations. This year as my father was busy in business schedule, he send my mom Mercy to inspect our teak plantations. She landed from Bangalore by train. I had been there at station to pick her. For the first few days’ mercy was busy doing house hold chores and cleaning up the mess i had made up during the...

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The Black brotherhood Club

(Note, translated from the German, original blog by tanjamami.)Again and again I had heard and read about how great Black men were in bed and that a white woman who has had a black, will never want a white man anymore. I could not quite imagine this. I felt as if I was alone in the big city eager to find out where to find a black man, with whom I can go to bed. I was eager to learn - the only thing missing was the man.One day I met a pitch-black African at a party. I had been invited by the...

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On the Plantation

Chapter 1 Abigail Hanford stared at her friend in disbelief. "But why, Christabel? How? Your parents wouldn't leave you here alone, they just wouldn't!" Christabel Jennings grinned smugly, and mischief glittered in her green eyes. "Daddy was supposed to come back from Atlanta this morning, so Mama took the early coach to go visit her cousin Etta. Only Daddy sent a message with yesterday's coach that he has to stay in Atlanta for three more days. I was outside when the messenger came,...

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Plantation slave fucks the masters wife

It's 1850, 10 years prior to the silver war. Matthew and Rebeca Johnson own a small plantation in Georgia. Matthew is 52 and Rebecca is 45.They are c***dless after trying for years to conceive. Since she has just gone thru the 'change of life' they know it will never happen.It is noon on a Sunday. They have just returned home from attending church service where Rebecca sings in the choir and Matthew is a church elder. Matthew has just left to go to the auction in town as he does every Sunday....

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Sugar Cane Plantation Chptr 4

When she awoke, Eric was still sleeping but June was already up. Finishing in the bathroom she slipped out, trying not to wake Eric, into the other room where she found June. June smiled and greeted her. Cynthia asked her if they should go to breakfast or wait for Eric. June looked at with a funny expression and replied “Neither right now love. I have something that I need very much like for you to do for me”. Cynthia assured her she would and wondered why she even asked. June...

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Sugar Cane Plantation Chptr 3

The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 3 The two men, one leading the other by a leash attached to the thumb cuff imprisoning his cock, followed Cynthia back into the playroom. Sharon beamed as Eric was led in since he had clearly chosen the cock whipping over a night in the fiddle. As Cynthia thought about it, he had probably made a wise choice. As painful as what the women planned for him might be, it would at some point be over, while being locked in the feared fiddle would be a...

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Sugar Cane Plantation Chptr 2

The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 2 As another day bloomed on the tropical island, she couldn’t help thinking about what the evening might bring? Was it possible to OD on kink? In the back of her mind she wondered if she could overdo it and become blasé? Certainly would not want that to happen – she was enjoying this too much. She vowed to discus it with her new friends later. For now the pool beckoned and she stretched out – enjoying the warm tropical sun. When she...

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Plantation slave girls

If this will bother you, please do not read this story. ____________________________________________________ The location is southern Georgia near the coast just before the Civil War. Horace Franklin was a successful businessman in his late thirties. He owned a small plantation where he lived. It was only about forty acres. He did not farm it but let two sharecroppers pay him for the place to grow crops. He had a wife, Ellen, and two...

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Everclear Plantation Ch 2

I woke to the sound of Blue barking on the front porch as he always does. He has an ongoing feud with a riverboat that makes its way up the river every other day. The sun was just rising and shown in the windows. The home was quiet as always other than blue. I called him and he came into the bedroom and put his big head on the bed and looked at me with his big soulful light-blue eyes and a silly look on his face. Blue is a large hound, originating in Australia and the breed is called Catahula...

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White Plantation WIfe Breed by Blacks

The following story is for entertainment purposes only. The year is 1770. The place is Colonial Virgina. I’m the owner of a large plantation and I have a fetish that I fulfill using my wife and my slaves. My wife watches all those big black slaves working in the field during the day. Big and strong, sweating in the sun. But at night I bring those horse hung Niggers into our bedroom….and they’ve got a different kind of work to do! ‘Get of your knees bitch and start sucking those Nigger...

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