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Watching my Negro workers harvest the corn under the warm Louisiana sun made my heart smile. As I sat on the verandah, rocking back and forth on my cane rocking chair, I felt tears run down my withered old face. For they reminded me of an old slave I once had the pleasure of knowing, one called Sylvia.
I inherited the farm many years ago from a wealthy uncle. Life was good for a while. I married a local governess and we ran the farm happily and profitably. But she died in childbirth and my parents thought it would be best for my two sons to be raised with them in upstate New York. I reluctantly agreed but they did well for themselves; one’s a commodore in the Navy and the other is a well to do writer.
But back to the story.
In the early days, we had many slaves. They had a good life here. Not only did we feed and clothe them but we gave them a basic education as well. I would teach them the bible after Sunday mass and we always had a full school. Teaching was my little hobby. My wife had horses and her painting, but for me, it was teaching.
Amongst those slaves was a young girl whom we named Sylvia.
She was a small and frail thing and being the good Christian that I am, I gave simple jobs like feeding the pigs and collecting wild herbs and mushrooms out in bayou. I’d watch her from the study as she skipped past the bluebells and into the wilderness.
She grew up fast. As the summers melted away, she grew into a tall and beautiful young lady. As did my desire for her.
Sometimes, I’d secretly peek at her bathing in the wash house. After washing her long dark hair, she’d massage the soapy lather into her supple body. Now that was some sight. Her chest had grown over the years, too. Large, round breasts sat atop her athletic chest. I would often explode in pleasure watching the whole routine.
Sylvia was always my best pupil at school.
She lapped up both literature and religion in equally doses. I knew in my heart that she’d make a fine governess one day. And then it happened, my wife died. As the black clouds of sorrow descended on the farm, she was one of the few white clouds that I could see on the horizon.
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But something unexpected occurred.
I fell for her.
After dinner, Sylvia and I talked, then before you know it one thing lead to another. As we kissed passionately, I held her in my arms and took to her my bedroom. Ripping off each others clothes, we kissed once more. Lying naked on the bed, I could feel her soft and tender kisses go all the way down. Holding my erect cock in her hands, she began to suck it to and fro. Groaning in pleasure, it began to swell up faster and faster before releasing an explosion of cum in her mouth.
I cuddled next to her and held her large round breasts. As my tongue began to lick each nipple, I could hear her soft moans in my ear. Licking faster and faster, it wasn’t too long before she started to groan louder and louder. After a few minutes, she gave off a loud scream, signaling that she had finally cum.
I got to work on her pussy. As I slowly spread her lips, I could feel her body quivering at the anticipation of what was to come. I began to slowly rub her clit back and forth before putting one of my long fingers inside of her.
“Don’t stop” she begged.
Slowly but surely her pussy became moist. As I went faster and faster, the moister she became. Finally, she came; coating my finger in a thick layer of cum.
We made love for the rest of the night. I climbed on top and began to satisfy her. As the moonlight began to flood the room, I held her hips and began to thrust faster and faster, putting every drop of energy I had left into my muscles. I could hear her growling gently in the background, her body getting moist and sweaty with every action. My cock was swelling deep inside her, reaching towards the climax with every second that passed. A loud growl told me she had cum and this triggered an explosion from my cock, which showered her with my thick white cum.
We lay back panting, our bodies still reeling from our orgasms.
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As our relationship slowly grew, I discovered something else that she enjoyed.
After one of my bible classes had finished that I called her to my study. Last night after reading one of her essays, I had found several mistakes. Being a teacher, this was something that I would not tolerate. Not one little bit.
“Sylvia, have you read your essay?” I enquired.
“No sir, is there something wrong with it?”
“Please come over here and read it to me. Slowly”
Whilst bent over the desk, I lifted up her skirt and removed her large nipples were slowly becoming erect, pressing against her white bodice. Sylvia groaned in pleasure as I kissed them gently.
“Read!” I demanded.
“When the old man…”
I whipped her left buttock hard with the cane. She winced as the pain seeped into her.
“It’s not the old man, its Moses” I corrected.
Her right buttock came next. Although it hurt, I could see a little smile from the corner of her mouth. She was slowly enjoying the punishment.
“From the mountain...”
Another two lashes came. I could hear a feint groan of pleasure in the background.
“It’s Mount Sinai”
I whipped her last buttock hard. As she screamed out loud, her body quivered before coating my hand in white cum.
“Have you learnt your lesson?” I asked.
“No”
The fun was about to begin…
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